#Shh secret project

[yenqa]

currently at 2.8k words im just built different

[faunusroman]

I'm leaving it vague, so interpret it however you want.

[writemekpop]

Make Up Sex | Lee Jeno

Summary: You've been hiding a big secret from your husband Jeno. What happens when he finds out?

Genre: Established relationship AU, angsty, suggestive, baby daddy Jeno

Word Count: 1k

A/n: We're baaaaaack! We're sorry it's been a while, so here have some juicy Jeno baby daddy angst xx requests are open!

It was past midnight when you got home from work. You felt terrible for missing Mac's bedtime for the fifth time this week.

Right now, all you wanted was to curl up in bed next to your husband Jeno and sleep for a year.

You tiptoed into the living room and set your bag down on the sofa. You flicked on the light, and saw Jeno sat at the dining table.

You yelped. "Jeno, what were you doing sitting in the dark?"

Jeno didn't reply. That's when you realised something was off with him. He was sat bolt upright, jaw clenched, hands balled up into fists.

Even though he was sat there in his blue polkadot pyjamas, he looked threatening. His dark hair framed his frown.

You edged closer. "What's the matter?"

Then you saw the bunch of folded letters in his hand. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Jeno, I can explain..."

Jeno met your eyes for the first time. His brown eyes were ice cold.

"When were you going to tell me about this?" He spat.

You pulled out the chair next to Jeno and sat down. You put your arm on his shoulder, but he flinched away from your touch.

Jeno shoved a piece of paper into your hands. "This is an offer letter for a job in Argentina."

You gulped.

Jeno flipped through the other letters. "It says here you applied six times." He said. "You applied for a job on the other side of the world six times and you didn't think to tell me about it once?"

You couldn't tell if Jeno looked more angry or just hurt.

"I was going to tell you..."

Jeno scoffed. "When? From the plane? Or were you just going to call me from... Rio or whatever the fuck the capital of Argentina is."

"I didn't think I'd actually get in..."

Jeno rolled his eyes.

You frowned. "You know, this is actually a really big deal. This is one of the most prestigious jobs in the world for a conservation biologist. Why can't you just be proud of me?"

Jeno stood up, the chair screaming against the wooden floor. He bowed dramatically.

"Congratulations, Y/n."

Tears pricked your eyes. "You don't have to be sarcastic."

Jeno stormed out of the living room, slamming the door.

You winced, tiptoeing behind him. "Shh, you'll wake Mac!" You eyed the door to the nursery, which was ajar.

"So now you remember we have a son! Are you just going to deprive your toddler of his mother for a whole year?"

"It's actually a two year programme..." you said, eyeing the carpet.

Jeno tugged his hand through his hair. "Well that's just perfect."

You followed Jeno into the bedroom.

"You know, Y/n. Normal people have affairs. They don't sneak off behind their partner's back and get a job a thousand miles away."

You slumped onto the bed, sighing. "Jeno, I just feel like I'm wasting away at my current job. I know I was made for some thing bigger. The project I'll be working on is to create an entirely new source of green energy. We could change the world."

Jeno sat down beside you on the bed. "I didn't know you hated your job."

You edged closer to Jeno, closing the gap between you and him on the bed. You tentatively touched his arm. He didn't push you away this time.

You traced your fingers up his biceps, across his neck and settled on his cheek. Jeno shut his eyes and leaned his face into your hand.

You looked as his dark eyelashes, and his plump lips. You just wanted to kiss his pain away.

Jeno kept his eyes squeezed shut as he spoke. "To me, you and Mac are my whole world. Are we not enough for you?" His voice cracked. "Am I not enough for you?"

You gulped. You knew what the answer was, but somehow, the words wouldn't come out.

You held Jeno's face in your hands. Then you leaned forwards and kissed him, hard.

Jeno grunted in surprise, but he quickly started to kiss you back. His large hands found your waist, and he pulled you onto his lap, so that you were straddling him.

You drank up Jeno's taste, the faint peach scent of his shampoo, the feel of his hard body underneath you.

You broke the kiss for a second, and pullled your shirt off. You unclasped your bra. The look in your husband's eyes was close to feral.

You were used to slow and gentle love making, with lots of soft smiles and giggles. This was completely different. Your entire body felt alight.

Jeno yanked off his own top. You eyed his muscled body, mouth watering. He picked you up in one arm and dropped you on the centre of the bed. He lay himself on top of you.

You kissed his neck whilst he took off the rest of your clothes.

Jeno dived between your legs, making you gasp.

--

After, you lay with your head on Jeno's chest. You were both still naked. The rhythmic thumping of Jeno's heart calmed your haywire nerves.

After a while of comfortable silence, Jeno cleared his throat.

"We're going to have to get Mac some sunglasses, for when we come down to visit. I hear it's pretty sunny in Argentina."

You shot up and turned to look at Jeno. His dark fringe was coveirng his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed.

"You're okay with me going?" You exclaimed.

Jeno sat up too. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

"You should have told me sooner," Jeno said. "But... of course I'm happy for you. I always knew you were going to change the world. I'm sorry about how I reacted."

You couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. You buried your head in his shoulder and cried.

"I love you," you said, between sobs. "I'm sorry for keeping this from you."

Jeno wiped your tears away with his thumbs. He smiled. "Has anyone told you you're an ugly crier?"

You snorted. Jeno started to laugh, which made you laugh too. The tension in the room melted away, leaving only love.

You ran a finger down the centre of Jeno's chest, making him shudder with pleasure.

Jeno pulled the blanket over you both. "Two years isn't that long, when you think about it. Not when we've got forever."

"You helpless romantic, you..."

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[daydreams-after-dark]

Scientist Chan part 2 of ∞

Read Part 1 here

SMUT WARNING // MDNI ⚠️ scientist!Chan (Chris) x test subject fem!reader (feat. Video call with Minho)

Scientist Chan Masterlist

Scientist Christopher is doing experiments on making pussies come. He has a range of devices that he has been using on his subject each night. In part 1, Chris introduced sexual intercourse into the experiment, which was a success. In this installment, he explores your reaction to various sexual positions, and introduces anal penetration while on a video call with Professor Lee Minho Approx 5 minute read Unhinged level ��🤡🤡🤡

CW: master/dom x sub // unprotected vaginal and anal sex // videoing sex // livestream sex to colleague // anal penetration with devices // squirting // faux scientific observations // clitoral stimulation // potential masturbation

“Your pussy takes cock so well no matter what the position.” States Scientist Chris, for the benefit of his voice recorder.

It’s the fourth sexual position he has you in for the night. Starting with missionary on his desk with your legs over his shoulders, then on all fours where his cock seemed to reach even deeper parts of you, followed by you riding him facing him while he laid on the examination bed.

Now he’s got you reverse cowgirl, him sitting on his leather couch, you with a foot planted on the cushions either side of him while he lifts and drops your hips on his cock. You’ve been instructed to hold your vibrator against your clit, and under no circumstances are you allowed to remove it.

“Sir! Can’t…. Can’t take any more… pussy’s sore…” you cry out.

“Shh… I know you can give me one more. There’s… so much cream still leaking out of you.” He pants. “You’re my best test subject, yeah?”

“Mmm hmm… I’m a good girl… I wanna be good.”

“Then one more and I’ll stop.” He pulls you down hard onto his cock, and leans you back so your laying flush against his chest.

“Come for me.” He takes hold of the vibrator and rubs it hard against you while he grinds into your cunt.

You sob as you climax once more. You don’t know this, but one of Chris’ secret goals is to train you to come on demand.

You go limp against him, but he doesn’t let you rest.

“Quick. Up on the examination bed. I must inspect you.” He says, pulling up his trousers and putting his white coat back on.

“Yes. On your back. Open your legs…. Good girl.”

You’re naked, sweaty, still trembling from god knows how many orgasms. You close your eyes, happy to finally rest.

Snap. Snap. Click

You lift your head to see Chris taking photos of your swollen pussy.

“I’m just collecting evidence to show my colleagues.” He states. “Spread your lips for me. That’s it.”

Click. Snap. Click.

“Speaking of colleagues.” He pops his camera down and picks up his phone. “Remember how I told you about Professor Lee Minho?”

You nod.

“He wanted me to video call him and show him what he’ll be working with if he collaborates with me. Can we do that for him?” He asks.

Of course he can. Your Chris’ test subject and you want to help him with any experiment or project.

“Chris. Update me. How did she do tonight?” Professor Lee says through the phone.

“She did well. Her pussy adapted wonderfully to the positions. Although, it became fatigued and overstimulated by the end of it.” Chris gives his update.

“Show me.” Demands the professor, his voice laced with lust.

Chris moves the phone close to your pussy so the professor could see. He sucks in a breath. “Her labia is still engorged. Lovely.” He approves. “Spread her open.”

You use your fingers to spread your lips. “Her lubrication is of a creamy consistency.” The professor notes as Chris focuses on the camera on your hole. “And her clitoris looks agitated. How many orgasms?”

Chan checks his notes. “Six.”

“Is your test subject experienced with anal stimulation?”

Chris chuckles. “Well, friend. My plan was to begin that experiment tonight on our call. If you have time.”

“I’ve nothing on my schedule. It’d be my pleasure to witness this. Plus it’ll give me a good idea of what she can take when I’m visiting.”

Chris puts on his head strap that has a camera attached, and reconfigures his tech so Professor Lee can get a virtual front row seat of what he’s about to do.

He flicks the main lights off, and turns on the bright lamp, directing it on you so your holes are illuminated. Then he brings over a rolled up bag, placing it on his little table next to him, and settles himself on his stool at the end of the bed.

Unrolling the bag, he spreads its contents out carefully. Six anal plugs and vibrators of various sizes, and a bottle of lubrication.

“Let’s get you as comfortable as possible.” He says as he props your legs into straps that hold your knees up and open, essentially folding you in half.

“Fuck! Her little ass… ahem… anus is perfect isn’t it?” Professor Lee observes.

“It is. Ready to begin?” Chris checks in with you.

“Yes, Sir.” You gulp. You’re nervous but terribly excited.

Chris begins by dribbling some lube directly on your hole and onto his index finger. You gasp at the coldness, and then again when his finger presses against you. He uses the palm of one hand to hold you nice and wide while he massages your asshole with the pad of his finger. After a short moment, he reaches over to his little table and selects the smallest vibrating plug.

Neither of the men say a word as he lubricates the device and switches it on.

“Look how she reacts to just the sound of the vibrator.” Observes Professor Lee.

Chris has you so trained up that just the sound of a vibrator has your cunt gushing.

You moan low when it’s placed against your anus.

“Mmm… I think she’s going to like this. Chris. Where did you find such a receptive subject?” Professor Lee muses.

Chris simply chuckles to himself and pushes the tip into your ass, drawing another moan from you.

He slowly stretches you open, building up through his range of plugs, adding lubrication as needed. It feels agonisingly torturous, with his slow and careful ministrations. Your empty cunt clenches around nothing in frustration.

As he withdraws the fourth plug from your ass, the two men watch in awe as it settles back into its natural position.

“It’s a beautiful sight.” Sighs Professor Lee.

“It is.” Chris hums, sliding two fingers into your hole.

“Oh… god… fuck…” you cry as he finger fucks your ass. “Please… please… need to come.” You sob loudly.

“She’s close.” Professor Lee states. “Maybe we should skip the next two devices entirely?”

“Hmm. I feel you may be right.” Chris agrees, pulling his fingers from you and standing up.

“Do it. I need to see.” He says with a strained voice.

You hear Chris unzip his trousers and the squirting of more lube. He pushes his tip of his cock against your opening.

“Relax for me. That’s it… just like that. Let’s show Professor Lee how good you can take cock, yeah?”

The tip slides in with little resistance, but the stretch is much bigger than with the devices.

“Just a little bit at a time, you can take it. Look at you. You’re doing so well.” Chris encourages.

“She looks tight. Is she choking you? Is there much resistance?” Lee demands.

“Fuck. So tight.” He pants and stops still for a moment.

“Please…more… fill me.” You plead. You’re close to having your seventh orgasm of the night.

“She’s extremely aroused, Chris. Note the arousal leaking from her cunt.”

Chris applies more lube to his cock and around your rim. He might like testing your limits, but hurting you might cause you to be less receptive in the future, and that would set his experiments back.

Once he has you well lubricated, he withdraws his cock slightly and then presses himself in until he is three quarters of the way in. He pauses again to let you adjust, and then squeezes in the remainder of his length.

Professor Lee swears under his breath. You sob at how full you feel, your hand clinging to the thin sheet underneath you.

Chris starts to fuck you. Long, languid thrusts. Not too hard. But deep. You reach down to rub your sensitive clit. It’s still swollen from earlier, but you need to touch yourself. The combination of stimulating your clit while Chris fucks your ass has you crying with a desperation you’ve never felt before.

“Look at her taking it in the ass like that! I can’t wait to feel it around my cock.” Lee growls.

“Hear that, babygirl? You gonna let Professor Lee fuck your ass like this when he visits?”

“Y-yes… yes… want him him to have a turn.” You whimper.

“Good. Girl.” He pants and starts to fuck you harder. He grabs one of the unused vibrating plugs and pushes your fingers away so he can apply it to your clit.

You squeeze your eyes tight as you feel yourself about to burst.

“Look at you. Perfect little specimen. Come. Come for your master, little slut.” Professor Lee’s demanding words make you snap and you cry out as you come, squirting all over yourself.

Chris follows, trying his best not to throw his head back so Minho doesn’t miss a second, and coming deep inside your ass.

He stills, catching his breath.

“Female ejaculation. Interesting.” The professor purrs to himself.

Chris eventually pulls out of you and releases your legs, pulls his pants up, then picks up his phone to address the professor. “So Lee. What do you say? Want to work with me on the next phase?”

“Chris. let’s talk about scheduling me in for a visit.”

Taglist is open.

Next time, Professor Lee visits… then in another instalment we meet Dr Kim Seungmin.

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[qtkat]

experiments tainted by valium ⋆·˚ ༘ *

gender: not specified

pairing: sheldon cooper x reader

word count: 1739 (short n’ sweet)

notes: i haven’t published anything i’ve written in a while and i’ve been a bit stuck with my other projects so i thought i’d mix it up! it’s pretty obvious but this is set in s2e1 when sheldon comes home after howard gives him valium lmao. i really just wrote this for me tbh so if you read this i hope you enjoy xx <3

just thinking about how happy sheldon is when he sees you standing in the door of his apartment, having already forgotten howard’s existence as his eyes meet yours. he stumbles into the apartment, letting out a drawn out and high-pitched “hey!”

they -his eyes- look a little clouded over to you, and you raise a brow incredulously at your jewish friend who’s standing next to him, while simultaneously trying to get your very tall friend to stand up straight on his own. “there she is! my ole’ neighbor turned temporary roommate,” sheldon continues while stumbling past you, taking small steps through the room, looking around a little bewildered.

glaring sleepily, your eyes in two slits, you cross your arms at howard. “what did you do?” you asked a little confused as to why sheldon got dumped back here when he was the one who wanted to move out in the first place.

sighing while keeping his eyes on sheldon howard began to explain, “koothrappali dumped him on me and he couldn’t get to sleep, so i gave him a glass of warm milk with a handful of my mom’s valium in it.” he said as if this happened standardly.

now both of your eyebrows were up at your hairline and you looked at howard with wide eyes, leaned forward a little. “and he still wouldn’t shut up, so— tag, you’re it!” he finishes by unceremoniously dropping sheldon’s bag onto the floor and immediately making his way down the stairs.

you looked after him for a second before looking back towards the beanstalk of a man now leaning on his desk with a hand propped up onto his hip. “i’m back” he sing-song’ed happily, letting a rare smile peek through in his drugged state.

you close the door with a sigh and start walking towards the living room in tandem with sheldon. “not like i even knew why you left in the first place” you reply dryly, but as per usual he doesn’t pick up on it and just lowers himself onto the chair’s armrest. “i can’t tell you” he replies, piquing your interest.

now the gears in your head started turning, maybe still a little groggily since you’d just gotten woken up by your drugged neighbor and annoyed friend, but they were moving. you needed to know what made him leave, you knew he hated change so it was either something really serious or something really stupid. your undergrad in psychology should probably help you get to the core of it.

you take a seat opposite him on the living room’s coffee table and look up at him, “why not?” you inquired softly, “i promised penny,” he breathed out, breaking eye contact and letting his head fall back a bit.

“you promised penny what?” you could feel yourself getting closer, subconsciously leaning forward a bit so you could hear anything coming out of his mouth, since he didn’t have a very right grasp on what would and wouldn’t.

“i wouldn’t tell you the secret.” he mumbled, but you heard it nonetheless. he let himself fall back into the chair and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t currently on a personal mission to find out what penny was telling sheldon behind your back. “shh!” he interjected the silence with a finger on his lips, looking at you with wide-blown eyes.

you stood up and took a seat on the brown chair next to his now and tried keeping his attention on you while you moved, batting your eyes at him sickly sweet while he moved to sit upright, you placed your hand on his chair’s armrest. “what secret, shelly?”

he turned now to look at you seriously, a pout on his face that made something in the back of your mind scream adorable but which you pushed away leveling his stare with one of your own.

you hoped the use of his nickname would make him trust you more and tell him the secret, but apparently it worked a bit too well and you skipped straight towards the family secrets instead. “mom smokes in the car,” he pauses and you give him a confounded look, brows furrowed. “jesus is okay with it but we can’t tell dad.” he shakes his head at the last part, making you heave a sigh and drop your head in your hands.

you wouldn’t give up yet, however. “not that one dear, the other secret.” you tried getting him back on track but this just resulted in him lowering his voice an octave and whisper-yelling “i’m batman!” while shushing your ‘no’s afterward once more.

“sheldon come on! work with me here.” you moved your chair closer to his and looked him straight in the eye. “you said that penny told you a secret, will you tell me it shelley?” you begged, putting on your best puppy dog eyes with scrunched eyebrows combo and started smiling when he threw his head back with a sigh. “alright i’ll tell you,” he replied, making you celebrate silently with yourself, “but you can’t tell leonard.” you nodded happily along with him.

“my lips are sealed” you smiled out, sitting up a bit straighter, ready for the secret that made sheldon want to move out. “penny lied about finishing community college, because she’s afraid she’s not smart enough for leonard.” he finishes by looking at his hand and moving it around in his field of vision.

you kept looking at him, a little disappointed that was all. “and.. that’s it?” you asked, and he looked back at you, leaving his hand alone again. “i drank milk that tasted funny,” he said, making you come back to your senses and give him an apologetic smile.

“d’you need me to help you get to bed?” you offered, making him scrunch his eyebrows at you in distaste. “don’t be silly, i want to stay up with you.” he stated, catching you by surprise.

you knew sheldon didn’t dislike you, he said hi to you at work, he let you eat dinner at his house, hell- he even let you stay there right now while the apartment manager was fixing your broken window. but evading his rigorous sleep schedule? that made you stop in your tracks a bit. “wha- uh- why?” you tried to speak, sputtering out a response to keep him awake.

he let his head fall back again, his eyes closed and a smile took over his face — it was honestly a bit freaky, but mostly just endearing. “you are very endearing when you’re half asleep” he mumbles out, letting his words linger in the air a bit. your eyes are blown wide and you try to find a response, but you only manage to open and close your mouth like a fish on dry land.

his eyes open and he lets his head loll to the side, looking at you with a dopey expression on his face, “and you called me shelley,” he said. you’d never heard his voice so soft, so without ridicule, it was weird and it made your insides warm. “usually no one can call me that.” he continued, your face slowly heating up in what you assumed was embarrassment.

“but you’re inexplicable y/n.” he sits up a little straighter now, eyes still a little glazed over but determined nonetheless. “anyone else calls me shelley, i don’t like it, but when you do, i do. when someone else needs a place to stay i don’t want them here, but when you do, i do.” he explains softly, trying to reason with himself.

you know you shouldn’t listen to him right now, it’s late and you’re both tired — and more importantly he’s on drugs, but you can’t help but want to grab this moment with him, scared there won’t be any more chances to shoot your shot with the stoic man.

“sheldon?” you ask, but he shakes his head in that disappointed way you’re so used to and corrects you.“shelley.” he interjects matter of factly, and you continue. “alright- shelley, can i preform an experiment?” you ask, shifting a little closer towards him again. he thinks on it for a second before snickering like a kid and and smiling your way. “i love experiments!” he cheered.

“alright” you begin, shifting a little in your seat. “take note of how you’re feeling right now- physically.” you instruct and he nods along. there’s a small pause before he motions with his hand for you to continue.“my data suggests,” you take a deep breath, this is it, “that this would make your heartbeat increase.” you state as he looks at you confused. “my heartbe-” he starts but is cut off by your lips on his, your eyes sewn tightly shut, not wanting to see his reaction just yet.

you stay like that for a moment, unmoving and a little rigid but feeling his soft lips on yours, then you move away, eyes still closed. a couple beats of silence pass before sheldon lets out a “woah” which makes you open one eye cautiously. his eyes are blown wide and his cheeks have a little bit of a blush spreading along their surface, his hand is placed over his heart and he looks at you wordlessly, mouth hanging open slightly.

both of you blink at each other and you swallow a little loudly. you clear your throat a little, “was my hypothesis correct, shelley?” you ask softly, your voice raw with emotion as the man before you just nods in shell-shock. “i believe so,” he stutters out meekly, hand still gripping his pajama shirt.

“well, then why don’t you ponder the implications this has on its field while i.. go..” you rasp out, trying to make this make sense to sheldon’s impossible brain, which seemed a success at his small nod and now finally closed mouth.

you stand up fast and make your way towards leonard’s room where your air mattress resided because even if sheldon wasn’t home people ‘aren’t supposed to be in his room’ and you closed the door softly behind you, leaving a star-struck physicist alone in his living room looking at the empty chair before him, trying to sort out feelings he’d never felt before.

he looked towards leonard’s door and back towards where you’d been sitting just moments before, his stomach fluttering as he thought back to his first kiss from just seconds ago.

“oh dear”

[imyourbratzdoll]

hi, can you do a sebastian stan x curvy reader, she being a secret agent and him accompanying her on a mission as he is studying for an upcoming project

hiya baby, of course I can.

summary - sebastian has an upcoming role, wanting to get it perfect he calls in a big favour, which ends up leading him to you. will he be able to focus on the task at hand with you around?

warning - sexual themes mentioned, swearing, spy shit.

the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips.

“Hi, Miss. L/n?” You turn and spot two people walking towards you.

“That’s me.” You smile, putting your hand out for them to shake. Your gaze falls on Sebastian, “Is this the actor that I will be babysitting?” Your smile widens as his jaw drops before he follows suit.

“I hope it’s not a bother, I’m happy to just take notes.” Sebastian smiles sweetly.

“Well, it looks like you guys are good.” His manager nods before bidding goodbye and leaving.

You and Sebastian head back to yours. You go over the rules with him and that if he does come, he has to listen to you and stay back when told. You arrive at your place and his jaw drops. “Woah, this is yours?”

You nod, getting out of the car. His head turns and his gaze accidentally falls on your arse, causing him to gulp. He had noticed that you were beautiful when his eyes first landed on you, but he didn’t notice the delicious curves on your body.

A few weeks pass and it has been hard for Sebastian. The more time he spent around you, the more he felt at home. Other than you being extremely good at your job, you were funny, kind and generous. You were also extremely sexy and he didn’t know how long he could hold back from feeling your body against his.

He blinks as you snap your fingers in his face. “You listening? This isn’t the time to daydream, Stan.” You stand in front of him, hands on your hips and brows furrowed.

He nods. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry, I’m listening. Stay behind you, wear the vest, if I see trouble, run away from it not towards it.” You nod as he lists off what you’ve told him.

During the mission, it goes a bit sideways…

Sebastian’s jaw is dropped and eyes are wide as he stares at the view in front of him. You had squat down in front of him and it’s made your arse look even better, he can feel his brain short circuiting.

“Oi!” You whisper-shout, snapping your fingers in front of his face again. “Stan!” Sebastian doesn’t hear you, his eyes are fixed on your arse before moving all over your body, taking in every curve.

“Ow!”

“Shh!” You press your hand against his mouth, glaring at him while he stares into your eyes with wide eyes. “What the hell has got you so distracted lately? Especially at the worst time possible!”

He tries to speak, muffled words coming from beneath your hand before you pull it away and raise a brow.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You blink, wondering what the hell.

“Can’t help it, everytime I look at you either my heart beats faster or my dick gets hard, it’s driving me insane because I’m not dumb, but you make my brain feel so numb.”

Thankfully the mission ended successfully and Sebastian finally got to know how your body felt against his.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[cheollipop]

late night cravings

navi | taglist

pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 3.7k

tags: smut, fluff

even after a long night of practice, wooyoung wanted all of you -- and you loved him too much to deny him that

warnings: soft/service dom!reader, sub!wooyoung, mommy kink, praise, begging, phone sex, masturbation (f&m), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (👎🏻), creampie, a cute little breeding kink, multiple orgasms (f&m), overstimulation (m), nicknames (woo, youngie, sweetheart, baby boy, baby), dirty talk (and a LOT of it), piss kink (shh, just trust me), lingerie, reader is genuinely whipped for wy.... def not projecting rn

A/N: this was a wip for quite a while and the beginning phases were.... rough, to put it simply. but I pushed through (yayy)! I put my all in this one, so I really hope you enjoy reading it

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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You pried your eyes off your laptop’s bright screen, your fingers pausing over the keyboard to look at your phone, the sudden vibration startling you. You read your boyfriend’s name and answered the call, putting him on speaker before moving your hands back to your keyboard.

“Woo? Why are you still awake?” Your eyes flitted to the bottom corner of your laptop screen – 1:37am.

“Hey, baby. ‘Just finished practice,” Wooyoung’s voice sounded through your phone.

You hummed, “did you have a good day?”

It took him a moment to reply, shuffling for a few seconds on the other end. “Yeah, but I missed you too much,” you could hear the pout on his lips, your own curling upwards at Wooyoung’s words.

“I missed you too, baby. We’ve both been really busy, huh?” you sighed, and you heard Wooyoung do the same.

“Too busy.”

You listened to him talk about his day, mindlessly scrolling through the article you were meant to be reading, but decided that Wooyoung’s voice was much more interesting – his words mushed together in your head, and his sentences did not make sense, and yet, you couldn't help but lean your head on your palm and close your eyes, enjoying the steady beat at which he was talking.

“(Y/n)? Baby, are you there?”

You hummed, nodding before realizing that he couldn’t see you. “I’m here... but I didn’t hear a single word you said.”

“Oh, how come?”

“Mmm, ‘don’t know. Your voice just sounds nice.”

He giggled at your words. A few moments of comfortable silence passed before Wooyoung spoke again.

“Do you want to hear a little secret?”

You recognized the tone he was using – the subtle whine, the audible smirk on his lips. You straightened up in your seat, already out of breath, as if you hadn't been sitting in front of your laptop for the past five hours.

“Yeah, tell me,” you blushed at the slight tremor in your voice.

“I wore the present you bought me last week to practice today,” he whispered, nearly in your ear from how close your face was to your phone. It took you a few seconds, the gears churning in your head before clicking in place. A wave of burning heat rushed through you at the image of Wooyoung at practice, sweating with exertion while hiding the lacy, baby pink panties you had bought him underneath his sweats. Adding fuel to the fire, Wooyoung added, “I was hard for hours, and.... I think Yunho noticed.” You heard more shuffling on his end, your hands gripping the edge of your desk firmly, knuckles turning white. “The material felt so g-good against my cock while I was dancing, (Y/n),” he whined, and you almost blacked out.

“Did you-” you cleared your throat, forcing the words out. “Did you come, baby?”

“Uh-uh, I’ve been good. I held i-it in all night,” Wooyoung was breathless, shuffling more insistently on his end. “Please- I s-swear, please. Help me, mommy.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the nickname, your thighs rubbing together as burning lust flooded through you. “Okay, baby, I’ll take care of you. Are you touching yourself?”

“Y-yeah, it feels s-so good,” he panted, small, high-pitched moans resounding in your room.

You could hear the rapid movement of his hand over his cock – you imagine his fingers teasing at the protruding vein, twisting his wrist around his cockhead and smearing his precum down his length.

“Good boy,” you ground your hips into your chair, sighing at the friction against your aching clit. “Did you like it when Yunho saw you, did that turn you on?” You heard him gasp, slick noises growing more rapid as he pumped his cock into his fist.

“Y-yeah- fuck, it was s-so hot,” panting heavily, Wooyoung breathed out a series of moans followed by desperate repetitions of your name. You slid your hand into your panties, sighing when your fingers brushed against your clit.

“Did you want him to help you out?” Your voice shook, waves of pleasure surging through your abdomen as you worked your clit with vigour, your other hand gripping the edge of your desk. “Tell me, did you want Yunho’s big hands around your cock?”

“Fuck! Keep- k-keep talking- nghh!” Wooyoung’s high-pitched moans were like music to your ears, and you revelled in his broken whimpers before pressing him further.

“Answer me, baby boy, did you want him to fuck you stupid, until you were all out of cum?”

Wooyoung groaned into his phone, his movements ceasing as ropes of cum painted his belly and chest, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. You didn’t push him any further, already knowing what his answer would be. Instead, with a few more firm circles around your clit, you found yourself rocking your hips against your chair as your high washed over you – curling your toes and resting your forehead against the desk while waves of pleasure seared through your abdomen.

You basked in the comfortable silence for a few minutes, catching your breath before checking up on the man on the other end of the line.

“Woo?”

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” Wooyoung muttered, and you could hear the smile gracing his lips. “Thank you, baby.”

The corners of your lips curled upwards bashfully, and you twirled the string of your hoodie between your fingers. “Anything for you.”

You chatted about your day for a while before hanging up with whispered good night’s and I love you’s, turning your attention to the taxing view of your unfinished assignment. You sighed, fingers going back to punching holes into your keyboard.

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You didn’t hear the front door open, too immersed in your essay to notice the man standing at your bedroom door. You peeped his figure peeking into your room from your peripherals, your head snapping to the side with wide eyes and a shiver to your fingers.

“Fuck, Wooyoung!” You slumped against your desk once you registered his familiar face.

“Sorry,” he muttered, walking into the room to stand by your desk. “I thought you heard me come in.”

You shook your head, hand on your chest while you attempted to bring your heart back to normal rates. “Is everything okay? Why are you here?”

You looked up at him when he fell silent, your eyes scanning his face – his eyes looking at anything but you, red tinting the apples of his cheeks. Your eyebrows furrowed while you tried to analyse his expression, worry twisting your gut tighter the longer Wooyoung remained silent.

“I-it wasn’t enough,” you barely picked up the words, his voice barely over a whisper.

You reached out to grab his hand, your eyebrows furrowing with confusion, and you tugged him closer to stand between your legs. “What wasn’t enough? Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong,” you squeezed his hand, your other one running soothing lines up and down his forearm.

Wooyoung’s eyes finally met yours, a mischievous glimmer you were well familiar with decorating his irises, the blush on his face deepening and spreading down his neck. “I want more, (Y/n). Want you, please... please, can I have you?”

Waves of heat rushed through your body, straight down to your core. raising your eyebrows in disbelief. “Y-you-” you cleared your throat, blinking rapidly at the man hovering over you, his hand squeezing insistently against yours. “I thought you were going to bed?”

“I couldn’t sleep, ‘kept thinking about you...” he paused, eyes moving off you for a second, as if hesitant to speak his next words, before fixing themselves back on you with newfound determination. “I-I came again after we hung up, b-but it wasn’t enough... can mommy help me?”

You nearly doubled over at his words, thighs pressing together when a dizzying surge of arousal blurred your vision, your lips parting and closing while you tried to formulate a meaningful response, brain turning into mush as you took in Wooyoung’s state – desperate, eyes glazed over and teary as he looked down at you helplessly, his fingers fiddling with your own.

“How can I help, baby boy?” You couldn’t resist him, one hand reaching for his hip, your thumb sliding under his shirt to brush against the bare skin, burning under your touch.

Wooyoung took a step closer to you, his knees bumping against your chair before his eyes settled on yours again, his cheeks a bright red under the warm hue of your lamp.

“Wanna taste you.”

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You tried to focus on your assignment, you really did, but the words blurred into blots of black on your screen every time Wooyoung fucked his tongue into you, two of his fingers already stuffed deep inside your cunt. You slumped further down in your seat, rolling your head back against the headrest and allowing your eyes to flutter shut as jolts of pleasure shot through your abdomen.

Wooyoung pulled his mouth off you, licking a stripe up your pussy and circling his tongue around your clit before speaking, “feels good?”

“Yeah, y-yeah, baby. ‘Feels so- hnnngh!” His fingers curled against your walls, pressing directly against your g-spot and drawing out a broken cry from between your lips. “You’re doing so good, Woo – hahhh – such a good boy for me.”

Wooyoung’s free hand held your thighs open, his fingers pressing into the doughy flesh as he took your clit into his mouth and gave it a firm suck. Your fingers brushed through his dark locks, gripping a handful of them at the crown of his head, a long moan leaving Wooyoung's lips and vibrating against your folds. You peeked under your desk at the man kneeling between your legs – his eyes were closed, his expression hinting at nothing short of pure ecstasy as he lapped at your cunt like a starved man, collecting all your juices on his tongue before swallowing, then going back in for more.

“God, fuck! Keep going, a-ahhh, right there-“

It was when Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered open to look up at you that you finally let go, your hips rolling over his face, riding his flattened tongue as waves of pleasure rushed through you. Wooyoung's fingers fucked into you mercilessly, only slowing down once your thighs closed around his head, twitching every time he pushed into your sopping cunt.

“Woo, g-give me a second,” you used your grip on his hair to push him away from you, his fingers slipping out of you and moving to grip your other thigh. You couldn’t help but smile at the face he was giving you – all fucked out and desperate, his chin dripping with your arousal.

“Come here,” you muttered, pushing your chair back to allow him space to crawl out from under your desk. You held your arms open for him, wrapping them around Wooyoung’s shoulders when he all but threw himself at you and buried his nose into your collarbone, still on his knees between your trembling thighs. “Youngie,” you whispered, urging Wooyoung to get up.

And he did, lifting you up with him and twisting you, your ass making contact with the cold wooden desk. Wooyoung placed his hands on either side of you and leaned into your embrace once again. You carded your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and waiting to see how much longer he could tolerate the idleness before he got desperate again.

The answer: not long.

In under a minute, Wooyoung was nipping and sucking at your neck, whining into the skin while his hands wandered under your shirt to cup your breasts. The view was downright sinful – your thigh entrapped between Wooyoung’s legs while he rutted against it like a bitch in heat. Pulling his face away to look at you with lidded eyes, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think Eros himself was before you, begging you to touch him.

Wooyoung held your jaw in his palm, kissing over your clothed shoulders before removing your shirt altogether, tossing it to the side to join the rest of your discarded clothing. “Can I kiss you?” He breathed out, hips still rolling over your thigh, his soft pants blowing against your face.

Even when he looked at you as though he couldn’t wait to ravish you – or you to ravish him – you were still endeared by every little thing he did. So you leaned in, slotting your lips against his, letting the sleeping world around you fade into nothing. It was just you and Wooyoung, limbs tangled up as you took in every miniscule detail about the other, down to the rate in which they breathed, to the faintest of freckles adorning their skin.

It didn’t take long before desperation took over Wooyoung again, biting on your bottom lip and licking into your mouth, running his tongue over your teeth all the while his hips continued their hurried grinds over your thigh. You swallowed every last whine he expelled into your mouth, breaking the kiss to strip him of his shirt. You pressed your lips to his again, running your hands over his bare back before sliding them down to toy with the band of his sweats.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered against his lips, pressing wet kisses around his mouth while untying the drawstrings and pushing his pants down. You didn’t expect the lacy material against your palms, Wooyoung’s cockhead – red and angry, wet with precum – peeking through of the hem. You refused to blink, mouth agape as you took in the baby blue panties hugging Wooyoung’s hips, the see-through material making you gush all over the desk under you.

“D-do you like it?” Wooyoung mewled, his hand cupping your hip, thumb sliding through your folds and catching against your pulsing hole. He sunk his thumb inside, grinding his bulge against your thigh. “I wanted to wear the pink ones, b-but I got those dirty...”

Your hand cupped his nape, tugging at the long strands there. “Mm, did you want to come that bad? So desperate that you made a mess of the pretty panties I bought you?”

Wooyoung whimpered, an elongated sound that made way for a new wave of arousal to pass through you. He nodded, the action restricted by the tight grip you had on his hair. “P-please, please, please,” he repeated with every grind, the lace wet with precum and straining against his cock. “Wanna fuck you, please... ‘Wanna fuck mommy's tight pussy.”

You wanted to tease him more, edge him until he was nothing but a whiny, pleading mess. But the tears in his eyes and the tiny sniffles he tried to hide broke your composure, your hands shoving the lacy fabric down until it hooked under his balls, watching as Wooyoung’s cock sprang free – his prominent vein protruding and stretching towards his cockhead, begging to be touched.

“You've been such a good boy, haven’t you?” You squeezed the base of his cock, taking in the pure bliss washing over Wooyoung’s face – lips parted as an airy moan escaped him, eyebrows scrunched while pleasure shot up his spine. He nodded frantically, fucking himself into your fist. “I guess I should give you a treat then, no? My dirty Youngie came all the way here to get his dick wet after all.”

You noticed the fresh precum leaking down his length at your words, leading his cock towards your fluttering hole and holding it there. Wooyoung pried his eyes off your pussy to look into your eyes, his own glimmering with want.

“Can I? Please, please- I’ve been good, I need- h-hnnngh!” He cut himself off, pushing past your entrance and into your wet heat, immediately beginning to pound into you.

Wooyoung leaned forward, biting down on your shoulder while his hips slammed into you; desperate, frantic thrusts drawing out a series of curses and breathy moans from your mouth. You wrapped your arms around him, your chests flush as you rolled your hips to meet his, the sound of skin-on-skin vibrating between your bedroom walls.

“Fuuuuck- Baby, you feel s-so good,” you moaned into his ear, your legs wrapping around his waist to bring him closer to you. Your back arched when he changed his angle, hammering his cock into you forcefully, your body jolting every time his cockhead pressed against your g-spot. “There! Right there, Woo- nghhh!”

“Haaah- You’re so tight, mommy... 'gonna come already-” Wooyoung sucked a bruise under your jaw, licking a stripe across its slope before pressing his mouth to yours; his lips parted shortly after, grunting and groaning while your tongue pressed against his. “C-can I- ahh- ‘Wanna fill you up, make you a mommy,” he whispered, palm pressing against your lower belly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your walls clamping down around Wooyoung while he continued fucking into you, pumping his cock directly against your favourite spot.

"God, shit, fuck- yeah, Youngie, fill mommy up with all your cum-"

The second his thumb slipped down to tweak your clit, your vision blurred, stars scattering across the breadth of it as you tipped over the edge. The build-up to your orgasm did nothing to prepare you for the shockwaves of pleasure that rushed through you – your nerves went into overdrive and your body seized up, basking in the bliss of your high.

Wooyoung was quick to follow with a drawn-out moan, pounding into your throbbing cunt twice before sheathing himself inside you, warmth spreading through your abdomen as he painted your walls with his load. Wooyoung pulled out and watched the last few ropes of cum coat your abdomen, running his length through your slick folds and following the way your hips jerked every time he brushed against your clit.

You reached down and wrapped your fingers around his cock, your juices making the slide easy as you slowly pumped his length, eyes fixed on Wooyoung’s face. His eyebrows knitted, the overstimulation mixed with pleasure flustering him, unsure about whether to pull away from your touch or to let you to milk him dry.

“Mommy,” he whined, and you responded with a sly smirk, your fist tightening around his sensitive cock, twitching eagerly in your hand. “I-I can’t- nghhhh- ‘hurts!”

You kissed a line down Wooyoung's collarbone, your hand pumping him faster, twisting around his head before falling down to squeeze at his base once again. “Give me one more. You’re mommy’s good boy, right? You can do it,” you urged him, pressing soft pecks over the column of his neck before moving to nip at his earlobe.

Wooyoung’s hands gripped your shoulders and he bumped his forehead with yours, eyes scrunched shut while he instinctively fucked himself into your fist, breathing out hot air against your face. You kept your eyes open, scoping out every little change in his expression, your free hand wrapping around to grab a handful of his ass and guiding him to thrust into your fist.

“There you go, you’re doing so well, sweetheart. Will you come again for me?”

Wooyoung was a mess – drool streaming down his chin, tears staining his cheeks, eyes barely open as they peered back at you.

“I-it feels strange, mommy, m-my dick feels weird- a-aahhh- I’m scared,” he babbled through broken moans.

You peppered kisses all over his face, contrasting the ruthless movements of your hand over his cock, sending jolts of overstimulation through Wooyoung’s body. “You’re okay, baby, you’re safe,” you held on to his ass more firmly before releasing it and bringing your hand down against the plump flesh, leaving behind angry, red lines that you'll end up kissing over the next day.

“I- I-I can’t, I’m gonna-“ his back arched, his moans throaty and desperate as he felt the pressure building up in his lower stomach.

“Come for me, Youngie. You’ve done so well, sweetheart. Can you squirt for mommy?”

With a broken sob, Wooyoung finally let go, streams of clear liquid spurting out of him and coating both your abdomens, shuddering violently as his orgasm barrelled through him. Wooyoung’s cock throbbed in your hand as you slowly milked everything out of him, his piss spraying everywhere – your assignment notes saturated with the liquid, the ink leaking between the piled sheets.

You pulled your hand off him when he slumped against you, completely drained after coming four times in one night. You smoothed a hand over Wooyoung's back, the other rubbing calming circles over his hip. Pressing your lips to his pulse point, you inhaled his scent – a blend of his citrusy body wash and the sweat covering his body.

“You alright, Woo?” You murmured against his skin.

Wooyoung hummed, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “That was hot,” he giggled.

The corners of your lips curled into a fond smile and your fingers ran through Wooyoung’s locks, matted down with sweat. “It wasn’t too much?”

“Uh-uh,” he pressed a kiss on your shoulder before pulling away just enough to meet your eyes, his own heavy with exhaustion, but you didn’t miss the glint of tenderness meant only for you. “It was perfect.”

You cleaned up while Wooyoung slipped into the shower, tossing out the drenched papers and wiping down your desk and laptop before sneaking into the bathroom to join him. You washed his hair, he washed yours, and then insisted he help you clean out his cum – that ended in joyous giggles and a tickle fight, which he won. It was soft, warm, delicate, just as every other moment you shared with Wooyoung was, perhaps even more so than the fluffy towels you were wrapped in as you waddled back to your bedroom.

With the blankets draped over your naked bodies, the fresh smell of your body wash encompassing you, and the morning birds singing outside your window, the stress of your assignment melted away as you sunk deeper into Wooyoung’s embrace. His arms – strong and firm around you – held you close against his chest, the steady rise and fall adding to your drowsiness until you finally fell asleep to soft snores and the fresh scent of citrus.

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7 or 16 - Bdubs/Joel?

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16. A kiss while someone watches, Bdubs/Joel, 849 words

Honestly, Bdubs saw this coming ages ago.

Since Double Life, in fact. He'd have to be blind, deaf, and stupid not to notice the way Etho and Joel clicked. Like two halves of the same whole that had Bdubs wondering, not for the first time, if the game knew something they didn't. Bdubs hadn't been surprised when Etho came to him two sessions in to say that being with Joel felt Good. The kind of capital-letter-warranting feeling that Etho used to describe how he felt with people like Doc, like Beef, like Bdubs. Bdubs was sure at that point that Etho was in love. He was just as sure that, in time, he'd love Joel as well.

A lot had happened since then. Limited Life, the Rift debacle, The Decked Out 2 invitations, Secret Life. Season Nine had ended. When Season Ten began, Joel was there, and he took to being a Hermit like sparks to dry kindling, getting happily caught up in the whirlwind of early-game adventures.

Joel always seemed busy. Never too busy to indulge a conversation with any passersby who grabbed his attention, never too busy to pay calls and visits to his wife, and certainly never too busy to build- but busy enough that by the time he showed up on Bdubs' doorstep, Bdubs hadn't seen him since the season introduction.

It was nice, having Joel to himself for a while. They chatted, they caught up, they talked about their building plans as Bdubs toured Joel around his house and the space he'd cleared for future projects. Joel was a great rubber duck, taking all Bdubs' ideas and bouncing them back a little to the left, helping him see what could change for the better. Using the tree as a living indicator of the passage of time? Genius.

Bdubs tried to be the same, when it came time to tour Joel's base, but what could he add to perfection? His builds had so much visual interest, each decorated sign and hanging banner significant to the image as a whole. It felt like a part of a city, chiseled right out of the mountainside, and Bdubs was incredibly impressed. Verticality, especially, was a tough thing to work with.

They were on their way through the shopping district when Joel stopped. Bdubs walked a few paces ahead before he noticed, and stopped as well to let Joel catch up. The next time it happened, Bdubs paused with him. "You alright?"

Joel seemed to stare at the corner of the building they'd just passed. "Fine," He said, turning back around and gesturing with a nod for them to keep moving. As they did, Joel continued, "Any ideas why your boyfriends are following us?"

"What?" Immediately, Bdubs tried to backtrack to the corner Joel had been staring at, but Joel grabbed him by the arm.

"Shh! Bloody- don't make a scene of it. Etho's lurking behind the building," Joel nodded towards the shade behind the oddly tall pop-up shop, "And Impulse is going from roof to roof."

Bdubs had known for a long time that he was going to love Joel some day.

He just... didn't expect it to start here, with enchanting eyes glinting mischievously and a smile that made compelling promises as Joel said, "We should mess with 'em."

Bdubs' throat dried. Now wasn't the time to be looking at Joel's mouth. "Yeah, uh-huh," He said with a nervous-excited chuckle, "They've got it coming! Wh-what do they think they're doing, spyin' on us!"

Joel giggled back, and the sound made Bdubs' heart do these funny little flips that he hadn't felt since he and Impulse were bound in Double Life, "Gotta make it convincing," Joel warned.

Oh. Joel's lips were soft.

Softer than Bdubs would have expected from a man who bit them while he thought. Warm, as well, and Bdubs' awareness narrowed to that point of contact. It was tame, as far as kisses went. Joel wasn't much for tame, and possessed by resentment that Joel might be doing something stupid like holding back, Bdubs grabbed Joel by the folds of his kimono and pulled him closer, kissed him harder.

They broke apart with a gasp only after hearing the sound of Impulse falling from his rooftop perch.

For a moment, there was nothing. They both stared at where Impulse had been, then to the dissipating smoke of his lost life, his items scattered haphazardly around the area. They looked at each other, kiss-drunk and surprised, like they'd forgotten that this started as a way to get back at Etho and Impulse for stalking them through the shopping district. Like they'd forgotten that they're very much still in the, very public, shopping district. Admittedly, Bdubs might have forgotten his own name if they'd kept up like that for much longer.

They laughed.

"That's enough of that," Joel finally said, "We should get Impulse's stuff put away, before it despawns on 'im."

Bdubs nodded his agreement, already in the process of crafting a chest. "And what happens then?"

"After that," Joel had that mischievous flicker in his eyes again, "I think you and I've got a lot to talk about."

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Beauty and the Beast Ch.1

Oooooh boy, I have not been so excited to write something in a while I think this might be my favourite idea so far. Welcome to the first chapter of my secret project! I really hope peopl like this, I'm so excited I have the next 6 chapters plotted and ready to write.

Warning!: (Non-major) Character death and lots of blood mentioned

The bag over your head is suffocating, only barely being able to breathe through it as you are dragged from your family kicking and screaming. You don’t know why this is happening. Had you done something to seriously piss someone off? You couldn’t even imagine that! You barely left your family home, and you were friendly with everyone in your tiny village, but you don’t have to panic for long because you are knocked out after a particularly hard kick to one of your captors.

When you wake, you are still being carried, but the bag has shifted, and you can see a bit of your surroundings. There are farm fields all around, and you are approaching a very large building. You’re too weak to do anything right now, a splitting headache from the injury to your head so you limply allow them to take to closer and closer to the eery estate. You can see now that it looks abandoned, but there are still hints that it was once grandiose. Now you’re closer, you can see the trims adorning the walls, and while mostly chipped away, you can see the remnants of gold trimmings. You’ve never seen this building before, but you can tell it was a palace. Your tired brain struggles but eventually connects that you’ve never seen this place before and how far you must have been taken to get here. It’s enough to get you to start struggling, but it seems a moment too late because the people carrying you suddenly jostle you, so two people are holding your wrists, and two people are holding your ankles.

While this is happening, others gathered around start straining to open the huge doors that were hidden behind a barricade you saw being taken down on your way over. You’re still struggling, trying to yank your hands free, get the bag off your head – ANYTHING – but they start to swing you side to side once the doors open. You’re suddenly flung into the palace, and as you’re falling through the threshold, you get the soft, faint smell of flowers. The bag comes loose during this, and as you land, you only have enough time to look at your captors through the quickly closing door and the sunrise behind them. Even though the doors are closed, and you can hear the barricade being hastily reassembled, you can’t stop yourself from rushing forward and slamming your bodyweight into the door. A measly attempt with so many villagers on the other side. You grunt and scream, trying to dislodge the door as best as you can but only manage to shake the door a bit.

You’re still screaming and slamming your hands on the door when you hear a tiny voice from behind you.

“Shhh, shhh, shhhh, please. Stop, he’ll hear you! Shh, shhh, shh!” It's hushed but has you on edge, the terror radiating from the persons voice has you stopping in your tracks. A cold sweat gathers on the back of your neck as you turn around. The site that greets you is monstrous, bones and viscera are decorating the larger foyer, and there are PILES of bones - human bones – up to your knees littered around. In one of them, you just manage to spot another girl, probably around your age, taking shelter under a large animal pelt. One of her eyes has a large slash over it, and she is covered in blood. Her skin is turning a horrific purple around the edges of the cut, and it looks only a few hours old.

Your hands cover your mouth, suddenly too scared to breathe because whatever she’s scared of could have been attracted by your cries. You quickly get closer to her, trying to push down the urge to vomit at the sights and smells that greet you.

“What’s happening? Why are we here?” You plead on your hands and knees as she seems to retreat further into the bones.

“For him… They feed him so he doesn’t try to escape…” She whispers, her only working eye staring straight through you like a ghost.

“What? What do you mean?” You whisper slightly louder than you meant to, and she shrinks out of sight, right before the animal pelt covers where she was, she whimpers out to you:

“Hide…” You do not need to be told twice. Swiping a hand in the blood all around, you cover yourself in it, pushing back gags and quickly sneak to a huge crack in one of the walls. As you settle in the space in between the walls, you pull your knees to your chest and cover your mouth again. As soon as you do, a looming shadow flashes past, and you hear boots slamming against the ground. From where you are, you can’t see him immediately, but you can see his shadow. Large horns and a long tail are what catches your eye first. This thing clearly is not human. The next is how tall and slender the shadow is. It is distorted by the various objects in its path, but it is still telling of the owners’ proportions.

As he comes around a particularly large pile of bones, you see him. You can tell all the blood rushes out of your face from how cold you feel suddenly. A tall, slim man with black splotches littering his face is searching, sniffing the air with a wicked grin on his face. His hair is half up half down split coloured between black and green. His eyes seem to glow, a spooky yellow that flits between different hiding spots. The thing that scares you the most? They come to a stop at your little hole in the wall. He steps forward in your direction, and you start writing your own obituary.

He comes to a sudden stop when he steps in a blood puddle, not seeming to like the sound from how his smile drops. You notice where he’s stopped is where you were before, kneeling in front of the pile. You press your hands harder over your mouth to stop a gasp when you realise this, because now that you’ve followed his eyes, you can see an indent in the congealed blood where you were kneeling and the swipe marks left behind from covering yourself. You've given her away.

He taps his foot a couple more times in the puddle, and the smile starts to crack along his face again, eyebrows shooting up in a mocking manner. You aren’t expecting the voice that forces its way out of his throat. It creaks like splintering wood and causes a shiver to run down your spine.

“Oooooooh, clever little thing~” It’s like a little game to him the way he says it, a sing song tenor. He clearly doesn’t talk much, but you can’t focus on that when he’s leaning down, eyes trained on the animal pelt.

“You AND your new friend. But not smart enough~ Noo, nooo~” You can see the girl hears this because she must shift in fear, some of the bones clattering from the top of the pile. You press yourself a bit further out of sight, hoping he’s just trying to scare you. Now he’s knelt in front of the pile, showing his powerful thighs and wrapping his knuckles on the animal pelt with dull, almost fleshy sounding thuds. Without any more delay, he throws off the animal pelt, all the bones that were atop it being sent flying across the hall and clattering on the cracked tiles.

The girl screams, and something happens to your body that has you sprinting out of your hiding place. You stoop down as he glances toward the sound of your footstep with a smirk. You collect congealed blood in your hand as you run, and you watch as he grabs the girl by her neck and starts to lift her, barely paying attention to you. He looks like he’s about to say something, but then there is blood in his eyes, nose, and mouth. He drops her, both his hands scratching at his face, trying to clear the mess away. Hand still outstretched from your throw, you then use it to grab the girl’s hand. Without stopping at all, you tug her down the hall as fast as you can.

She stumbles a couple of times which causes you to turn to check on her and you can see the purple on her face is growing rapidly, branching out from the wound on her face as she pants desperately. You eventually find a small hole in the wall, and knowing he’s probably not far behind you, stop quickly letting the girls hand go and put your arm in the hole. You can feel a breeze from the other side, a glimpse of hope so you grab her and motion for her to get in. She nods hesitantly, looking like she’s having difficulty breathing. She starts army crawling through, and you watch her for a second before claiming in after her. From around the edges of her, you can see light from the other side not too far off, and you start to feel like this nightmare will all be over soon.

Then she starts slowing down. You push her a little bit to keep up the pace; well aware that you are still within reach of the hole you came from. She quickly becomes deadweight until she suddenly convulses. She is crying and writhing in the almost negligible room she has, and then... she stops. She is silent and still except for one long, long, last exhale.  You can see in the little light that even the skin of her ankles has turned that sickly purple. You cover your mouth as you start crying. All the hope you just had gone as in your position, you can’t push her forward or scoot around her. Your one escape route is blocked by the person you were trying to save, and you can’t even get angry at her because she just died, right in front of you.

Your body is heaving from the effort and emotion flooding you so much so, you don’t notice the nightmare has caught up with you until he’s got you by the ankle and is pulling you out. Your clothes snag on the rough edges of the tunnel, and your skin gets scratched, but it doesn’t stop you from trying to grasp anything you can. More of the wall above you crumbles, giving you dust to hold onto and simultaneously caving in behind you. As your face is pulled out of the crevice, you try to fling the dust at his eyes again, but he’s learnt from his last mistake and dodges it dangling you by the ankle.

“Not this time~” He mocks and starts to reach for you.

[macgyvercairo]

Do you have a Cairo Day story that you weren't able to finish writing? Did you miss a previous Cairo Day Celebration Week? Is this the first time you're hearing about a Cairo Day Celebration? Well, this is your chance. Introducing Cairo Day 6.5 (aka Cairo Day Reprise) August 5th-11th

Cairo Day is a week-long MacGyver fandom celebration which usually takes place during the week of April 14th, the airdate of the season one finale. This event has been ongoing since 2019 and every year we hear from people who weren't able to finish the projects they were working on. While we will always happily accept "late" stories, artwork, gifs etc. we also recognize the appeal and hype of working toward a goal or deadline.

Posted below are all the prompts from the previous six years. As all these prompts were submitted and voted on by the participants there were some repeats and we have included them. You can fill as many or as few as you would like. You can do all the prompts from one year or mix and match your favorites. The fandom may not be as active as we were once upon a time but we're still around.

2019

Family 

Best Friends 

The Sandbox

Sickfic 

Close Calls 

Blood Brothers 

Return to Cairo

2020

Family

Improvise Day

This is Going to Hurt

Outsider POV

In Sickness and in Health

The Ties that Bind

AU

2021

If You Go Kaboom, I Go Kaboom | Kidnapped

Tell Me Where it Hurts | Army Days

Improvise

I Have an Idea and You’re Not Going to Like It | Warmth

Jack Lives | Hurt/Comfort

Murdoc  |

Faked Death  | Sandbox

2022

Jack Lives

Fever

Hurt/Comfort

Tell Me Where it Hurts

Undercover/Secret Identity

Found Family

Bedside Vigil

2023

Answer Me

Hidden Injury

Respiratory Distress

Sandbox

Improvise

Is That Blood?

The worst things (To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.)

2024

Collapse | Eclipse

Crash Course  | Hidden Injury

Polaroid | Swim With the Fishes

Midnight Rituals  | Jack Lives

Shot | Locked In

In Flight | Shh, You’re Okay Now

Photo prompts:

2022

2023

2024

[avatar-anna]

ik this is super vague but could u write something w a black!reader? love ur writing ❣️❣️❣️

Good in Bed

kinda mean harry, but this was fun to write! hope you like it!

We don’t know how to talk, but damn we know how to fuck.

“God, one date! I just want one date!” 

“Y/n, we hang out like every day,” Harry said.

“To hook up or watch you work on one of your stupid projects, or be in one of your stupid projects,” you said.

“I never promised dates when we started seeing each other. We agreed on just hooking up!”

“God, you’re infuriating!” you cried, doing your very best to not tug at your hair. You hated that he had this much of an effect on you. Harry was right, this started out as just hooking up, but it became more, and you knew he knew that. 

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, brushing his lips across your neck. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone so beautiful. I’m blown away every time I look at you.”

You gripped his hair and tilted your head to the side to give him better access. “You mean that?”

“With my whole being. Please let me paint you.”

“I don’t—”

“Shh. I promise it’ll be worth it,” he said.

Harry was close enough to kiss, close enough to push all the way in, but he didn’t. It made you squirm a little. “Harry, please—”

“Say yes. Say yes first.”

He was so close you could taste it. It made you almost desperate enough to agree. But, “That changes things. We—We would be more—”

“Whatever you want, petal. You can have me however you like.”

“You just said all that shit, didn’t you?” you said now, feeling like an idiot. How could you be so stupid? “Empty words all so you could paint me and stick it in while you're at it.”

“Why are you trying to ruin what we have going on here? I thought you liked our arrangement.”

You did, and perhaps it made you selfish, but now you wanted more. “I don’t know.”

Harry stepped towards you, and you let him, let him tip your chin up to meet his gaze. “We make each other feel good, yes?” You shrugged and mumbled some kind of assent. But that wasn’t good enough for him. He squeezed gently on your chin. “Do I not? You don’t sound sure.”

He was such a cocky asshole. He knew you liked him, liked what he did to you, and now he’d turned this argument into some kind of game. But no matter how good he made you feel, you were still mad, still wanted to argue. So you just shrugged.

“Do I need to remind you? Is that why you started this argument in the first place?” he asked.

Another shrug.

“I’m not going to take you on a date. If that’s what you want, I would seek elsewhere,” he said, lips grazing your cheekbone. “But perhaps I should show you just how crazy you drive me.”

He leaned in, and you kind of hated yourself for it, but you let him kiss you. You practically melted underneath him, sighing even as he only sucked on your bottom lip and left you craving more. Harry’s hands moved down past your waist, squeezing appreciatively until your legs were wrapped around his waist.

You hardly noticed as he moved through his apartment until he sat down, you with him, on a stool.

His studio, you realized. A room you were familiar with, having spent many a modeling session in here. You’d never seen any of Harry’s pieces, though. He was always so secretive about them. Until now.

Your breath hitched, and not just because Harry was nuzzling the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. The painting in front of you was beautiful. Harry caught your likeness perfectly, and yet you looked more ethereal, the white of the slip dress you’d worn looking iridescent.

“Is a boyfriend gonna honor your body this way, huh? Your beauty?”

Harry began unbuttoning your jeans as he muttered in your ear, taking the shell of it between his teeth. Your whole body felt electric with every touch Harry gave you, so much so you’d almost gotten lost in it. Almost.

“It’s not enough. I want to go out, not stay—stay cooped up in your studio all the time.” Getting the words out was hard as Harry kept touching, kept kissing, but you needed to say it. No matter how good he may have made you feel, you still wanted a relationship. And maybe that didn’t align with what he wanted, but that just meant you had to move on. 

If only getting up was that easy.

“I see. You don’t want to go on dates,” he said, making you gasp as his fingers began to move. “You want to be shown off. You want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you spat, even if they sparked something in your belly. He was twisting your words around, and yet you still wouldn’t stand up. It just felt too good.

“I told you. I’m not going to hold your hand across a dinner table or share popcorn with you at the movies. Go find some boring idiot if that’s what you want. If you want your face hung up in a gallery and have people know just how beautiful you are to me, then stay, but I’m not gonna beg.”

He was acting tough, but you could feel him straining against his trousers. This wasn’t one sided, you made his heart pound as much as he made yours, he was just too stubborn to admit it.

When you didn’t say anything, Harry began to remove his hand, but you quickly put your hand on his wrist, keeping him right where he was.

“No? Finally seeing sense?”

“You’re an ass,” you said, but slouched against him further.

His lips were on your jaw, but you could hardly feel them, could hardly feel anything but his hand moving beneath yours. “Heard that before.”

His free hand snuck under your shirt, tracing patterns in your skin as they moved up your stomach toward your chest. “I’m better—fuck—better off without you.”

Harry chuckled before nipping at your jaw and soothing the spot with his tongue. “Oh yeah?”

“I’m not playing these games with you anymore. I—I know what I want. This is the last time.”

“Heard that before too,” he said before ripping his hands away without any warning.

You let out a broken cry, but the tips of Harry’s fingers were on your mouth, dipping inside and shutting you up before you could speak. He raised a brow at you, that smug, condescending smirk on his face that drove you insane.

“Better make it count then, shouldn’t I? Gotta make you miss me.”

Whimpering around his fingers, you held on tight as he picked you up again, presumably to take you to bed. Harry set you down irreverently, his movements languid as he removed his clothes and joined you on top of his sheets.

A complete and utter tease, that’s what he was. Everything he did was to bring you to the brink, but never quite getting you there—touches that lacked the right amount of pressure, kisses and bites that just missed your most sensitive spots, hands that massaged around the places you needed him most.

Harry wanted you to be the one to pull him closer, to push him in the right direction, to finally give in. You were holding out, but you could only wait so long before you combusted.

In a fit of frustration, you swiveled until you were on top of him, legs on either side of his waist.

His grin was crooked as he took you in, from your head all the way to where your skin met his. “A shame this is the last time,” he said, resting his hands on either side of your hips. “I would’ve liked to paint you just like this. Guess I’ll just have to find someone el—”

In one fluid movement, you shut him up, rocking your hips back and forth in a way that had him closing his eyes. “Shut up. Don’t ruin this for me.”

Harry peeked an eye open, a grin that screamed pleasure on his face. He took a coil of your hair and twirled it around his finger and admired it. “Go on then.”

.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.

Yeah…that wasn’t going to be the last time.

[adiraofthetals]

On Tumblr For Two Months!

I can't believe I've been on Tumblr for two months now! So let's recap that month!

First I would love to mention the new addition to our little Discovery Tumblr Group! @mxflowercheck aka Clover! You joined our group almost a month ago!! We have talked about our headcanons for characters, our tea addictions, AU thoughts, and our love for squirrels!

Next, I would like to mention @ajtal's fanfic that he is working on called Wind Chime! It has 6 chapters so far and I am so excited to see what happens next! If you would like to check out the fic the link is here. You must be a registered ao3 user to read it. Go check out his Tumblr as there are lots of pieces of art and his own Paul Stamets-centric comic!!

I would like to point you to the Discovery's of literal backbone @sadmushroomgoblin. They have been worrying us on Tumblr with their unhinged posts while working! Majority believes that they are kind of ok. but watch them in case. I joke, we love you Rin! (Edit - this is why we are concerned - Here)

@ashlexzz and I have been very busy as of late, so our fic hasn't been worked on. With high school and bad time management, let's be honest. But I am the one to mainly blame here. It's also the reason for the lack of posts. Two hurricanes hit. That was fun. Am I becoming the ao3 author meme?

Finally, I would love to thank @weltato for looking at a project that I was working on (Shh! It is still a secret! Nobody else knows yet!) That will be shown in the coming weeks but I have to keep on working on it! Before it can be shown!

I would like to announce that I will be making a new Tumblr account. I am making it to be DC-centric so I don't flood this account with it. If you can find it props to you!!!

One more thing I am working on my Eureka x Discovery AU a lot in the background. It is a five-season show with time travel in it and many timelines in it. I have been planning out episodes for later seasons so I know where to aim in the long run. I have also been planning out characters such as Adira's school friends in the High School. They won't be OC's, they will be Tilly's students from season 4. But some were not given first names or anything with the characters. Also, I have been working on Tal's past lives and making them semi-accurate from history. Also like 3 other AU fics and a couple one shots but that can be talked about at a later time!!!

I love our little place in the community! and can't wait it see what is next!!

[ticigi]

Good Boys Can Keep Secrets

@microcest

Prompt: Shhh…don’t let mom hear 

Word count: 1,649 (I'm so sorry, this is so far from a microfic, but I tried. I swear next time I'll stay within an acceptable word count.)

Warnings: underage

Pairing: Sirius/Regulus

Summary: Sirius shows Regulus something only grown ups do.

Regulus’ underwear was pooling at his socked feet. His small hands were trembling as he clutched nervously at the hems of his robe, keeping it up, his lower half fully exposed: the thin legs, the redness on his knobbly knees, a purple or two ruining the otherwise alabaster skin – evidence of Sirius’ harshness and creativity for making up plays that’d end up bruising one or the other.

His nudity wasn’t something he used to be embarrassed about – Sirius and he had a fair share of baths together when they were smaller, and his brother’s lack of sense of privacy kept the vision of their growing bodies known to each other.

But having Sirius facing his…private parts directly was far too embarrassing. Especially when he felt his brother getting closer, his hot breath bruising against him. It made him feel tingles in his lower stomach, and his penis, to his horror, started to move.

“Are-are you sure? You said adults do this, but it’s dirty, I mean, I’m not dirty, but I pee from there…” he asked, certain it was all a mockery, and Sirius would stand up and laugh at his face at any time.

His brother looked up with a devilish grin, but instead of finally revealing it was a lie, he did something far more audacious. His tongue, soft and hot and moist, did something that made Regulus see stars, his mind went blank for a second: with deliberate slowness, Sirius licked his cock, - there, he finally allowed himself to think the dirty word - from the base to the tip, never breaking eye contact, though Regulus couldn’t quite focus, with his shuddering breath and the familiar shame that came with the warmth of tears pooling on his eyes, ready to fall any instant.

“I promise you, Reggie, they do. I saw it myself. Look, you’re getting hard from it. What I just did, didn’t it feel good?” Sirius asked in an unexpectedly soothing voice, looking almost uncertain. 

“It-it did, it’s just…very intense,” Regulus responded, his soft voice lending a whisper-like quality to his words.

“I’ll put it in my mouth, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, Sirius dived down again as Regulus nodded anyway. 

This time, it was even more intense as Sirius engulfed what he could at once. It was by far the most pleasing feeling he had in his whole life – almost unbearably so, and Regulus instinctually let out a shuddery moan and faltered on his knees, but Sirius caught him just in time.

“Shh…don’t let mum hear,” Sirius chided, his mouth producing a pop sound as he lifted his head. Regulus felt the tingles again at the sight of his cock, pink and covered in drool, so close to his brother’s face.

“Sorry,” he whispered, biting his lower lip as Sirius went down on him again.

This was better than spending holidays in their villa, Regulus thought. And he really, really loved the summer. Sirius gave shivers a whole new meaning: nothing else ever made him shiver for how good a sensation was. His brother’s wet, hot mouth felt even better around his cock, humming and moving up and down, making embarrassing noises, than it felt when Sirius told him for the first time that he needed kissing lessons, for when the time arrived Regulus wouldn’t embarrass himself.

Regulus practiced thoroughly whenever his parents were around and felt quite good in his abilities, even daring to stand on his toes and taking the initiative sometimes. The noises Sirius made when they french-kissed was proof of his skills. It sounded as if he was enjoying the experience. Regulus didn’t particularly fancy any girl, but doing it with Sirius was nice enough that he didn’t have the courage to tell his brother that this new ability wouldn’t be put to use for a long time, excepting Sirius.

If he already thought Sirius was amazing at this – and the thought he might have practiced on some other boy was rather unpleasant –  it was even better when his brother went further down and choked a little, and he could swear his cock would move by itself, had it any space. Regulus didn’t even think of being concerned, because he felt the tip of his cock brushing against the back of Sirius’s throat, but quickly it ended.

“Fuck,” his brother cursed, his voice a little coarser, gasping for air, “your little cock is so pretty I wanted to swallow it whole, but that’s harder than I thought. I’m not sure you can actually come yet, but try to keep quiet, okay? I’ll make you orgasm…promise it’s better than anything you’ve ever felt.” 

Sirius’s breath near his cock was making him want to both squeeze his tights together, and open them further apart.

“Can- can I try it later? I mean, I want to try to make you feel the tingles as well,” Regulus felt his face hot. He must look like a mess, struggling to keep his posture straight, hair rubbing against the wall, sweat on his forehead.

“Sure, baby brother. I’ll feed you my cock whenever you want. We’ll know if you’re good enough if you make me cum.” He tilted his head, “Have you ever? Cummed? You know, the white thing that comes out of men’s cocks?”

Regulus shook his head, feeling his face burn at the obscenities and trying not to think about how it felt good hearing it. 

“Well, it’ll happen when you grow a little more. Actually, It won’t take long, I guess. There’s a little hair growing here. Very thin and sparse, though. But you’ll let me know, won’t you?”

Regulus nodded dutifully, squeezing his legs together for a moment. “I will.”

Sirius gently caressed his inner thigh, smiling with fondness. This Sirius was the one Regulus adored the most.

“Of course you will, you’re such a good boy, always…”

Whatever his brother would say next was swallowed down as he closed his mouth around the head, giving it teasing suckles and little kisses that were making Regulus bite his sore lower lip to stop making noise. Then, Sirius looked up, his hungry gaze locked with his, and Regulus' heart skipped a beat when he attempted to reach the back of his throat again. His palms must have been bleeding with how much effort he was putting into not letting go of his hem and pulling Sirius’ hair. He wasn’t authorized – Sirius hated it when he was showing something new and Regulus acted without asking for permission. Plus, it’d be incredibly rude. He’d have to ask to touch Sirius’ hair…or any part of him next time, gently, of course.

Sirius increased his rhythm, and all it took was three times more in the hot, tight and wet moving fast when he felt it. This time he let go of his robes, which fell over Sirius’ head and hid him from view. But the covering of his brother’s beautiful face didn’t matter, because Regulus’ head tilted up against the wall, closing his eyes and curling his toes. He could feel his brother’s hands on him, keeping him steady. Regulus hoped he could make Sirius’ toes curl like his and his knees lose strength too.

He felt a kiss right under his belly button before his brother lifted his head out of the dark fabric, looking amused. “Yeah, nothing came out, but it was lovely anyway. We’ll see next time.”

“You say such scandalous things,” Regulus pouted, suddenly upset by the notion, “It seems like you have done it before. To other boy.”

“Why would I? I have the prettiest one right across the hallway,” Sirius responded, his smug smile back.

Regulus blushed, feeling silly for asking. His brother slipped his forgotten underwear up his legs, hands touching as much skin as they reached on the way and adjusted it over his hips, spreading his hands over Regulus’ backside before moving on to close the buttons of his robes. Regulus felt like a child, being dressed by someone else. He felt inadequately young and uninformed compared to his brother, who was showing him things only adults did.

“I-I wouldn’t want anyone else to…to teach me the things you do. Or say such indecencies. When other boys talk about dirty things, I don’t like it. But with you, it feels different.”

Slowly, Sirius rose to his feet, his knees moving a bit stiffly. Regulus would have to remember to use a cushion next time. Tenderly, his brother planted a kiss on his forehead, making something in Regulus’ stomach coil.

“That’s because I’m your big brother; I’m the one you’re supposed to learn things from, even the ones Mother and Father don’t want you to hear. They think you’re too much of a baby for that. They coddle you. But I know better. You’re grown up enough, so as long as we keep it a secret, I can make you feel good.”

His brother was larger than life; a magnetic presence Regulus wanted to be around for as long as he was allowed. Sirius trusted him, and his heart raced at the thought of breaking his brother’s trust. He’d never dare. Sirius would be angry. Plus, he really wanted to prove he was grown up enough, like Sirius said, and snitching was not the right path for it.

“Where did you learn it? What you just did?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over this, pet.”

In the hallway, a stunned Walburga lingered by the door. She had intended to check on the boys before dinner, adept at the art of moving quietly, a skill essential for any mother dealing with a mischievous child. With a quiet sigh, she retreated downstairs. "What a worthless husband," she muttered to herself, feeling both embarrassed and humiliated. A serious talk with Orion after dinner was due. “Can’t even remember putting up the privacy spells.”

[jimothy-hopkins]

Too lazy to draw him but this is Dennis Todd’s ref sheet!

Info About Dennis-Todd!

General description:

Dennis-Todd is a tall and lanky individual. The most striking feature he has are his eyes, which are two separate colors. His right eye is blue, while his left eye is brown. Dennis-Todd doesn’t have much muscle, and is on the skinnier side. He wears wire framed glasses and has blonde hair down to his shoulders. He is exceptionally pretty for a guy. Dennis-Todd also has a thick Louisiana accent

Dennis-Todd, despite being at the bottom of the social hierarchy, stands up for himself quite frequently. He has an attitude and is not afraid to throw insults. Dennis-Todd has a sarcastic sense of humor, and can definitely be backhanded with his words. The majority of the time he is very kind. Dennis-Todd treats everyone he meets with respect, even referring to peers as ma’am or sir. He was raised to be a gentleman by his parents, and Dennis-Todd knows a little kindness goes a long way at Bullworth.

Interests and whatnot:

Dennis-Todd rode horses before he left Louisiana. He competed in pole-bending and cowboy mounted shooting. He was exceptionally talented at shooting.

Before he moved Dennis-Todd also hunted. He hunted gators and deer with his father and brother. Dennis has an impressive pair of antlers mounted on his wall that belonged to a large buck. He also had a pair of boots and a belt made from gator skin.

Dennis-Todd has always loved human anatomy. He enjoys learning about how the body works. He is very interested in taking a job in the medical field, more specifically radiology.

From a young age Dennis-Todd loved music. He loved walking the streets of New Orleans and hearing performers play on the street corners. He plays the trumpet and enjoys jazz and the blues. Dennis-Todd is a very talented player, and is apart of the marching band.

Reputation:

The jocks seems to be oddly hot and cold with Dennis-Todd. Some members hate him and others avoid him. This is majorly due to the fact he is in a not-so-secret relationship with one of the players, Denton. (For context, Denton is my partner’s OC)

The greasers think Dennis-Todd is a stuck up little prick. They don’t like his attitude and generally think he’s a bitch.

Dennis-Todd does not mind the preps. They do get on his nerves when they say things that are completely out of touch. He corrects them on it a lot. Dennis-Todd is on very thin ice.

The bullies try their hardest to aggravate and harass Dennis-Todd into giving up. He doesn’t take any of their shit and usually bullies them back though. On one occasion he made Wade Martin cry.

Dennis-Todd is in very good standing with the nerds. He helps them in their academic and dorky endeavors. H appreciates their company. He is close friends with Bucky and Cornelius, as well as Beatrice. Earnest hates Dennis-Todd because he feels like he’s being replaced by him.

Quotes:

“New day same ol’ bullshit.”

“Lower your tone when you talk to me.”

“Not even science would want your body!”

“If I have to get in that rank ass mascot again I’m gon’ rip my hair out!”

“This is why we can’t have nice things y’all.”

“Sorry I have to go help Denton with his math homework.”

“Yeah and that’s why you built like somebody’s meemaw!”

“Does Mr. Galloway even know where he is?”

“Yeah and that’s why you ain’t got no bitch Johnny.”

“Derby that’s a lotta shit comin’ from you considerin’ you look like somebody’s failed art project.”

“Jimmy shut up talkin’ to me like that and tend to your hoe posse.”

“I wish you would!”

“Hey honey how are you?”

“I am NOT gettin’ in that pool Coach Burton you can kiss my ass!”

“Darlin’ is he givin’ you trouble again? I’ll go settle that out for you real quick don’t you worry honey.”

“Her? Oh don’t be too hurt now honey that girl’s taken more turns than a keyhole.”

“Bless your heart.”

“Here, let me help you with this real quick. This subject’s hard I know.”

“Shh, honey don’t cry. If you cry I’ll cry, cause I’d be damned to let someone be upset all alone. C’mere.”

“I’m pretty sure whatever Edna’s cookin’ up in that kitchen will be our LAST supper, let’s go down to the pizza shop.”

[fiendishneko]

Shh! Top Squeak-ret Skaven Project!

Letting you guys on a little secret project here! A friend of mine is a big Skaven Enjoyer, so I've painted up the Warhams Underworlds Skaven team as a Christmas present, so nobody tell her! 😡

They're finished up in all their Clan Pestilens glory, so here's some pics before they get boxed and wrapped up!

Priest rat: he's not that giant, but he does make all of da rules.

New from Yankee Candle: Soiled bandages and damp rot! Now on sale at 2 for 1!

No dumb joke here, I just really wish the actual plague monk models looked as cool as these guys 😥

"Cheesed to meet you!"

*infects you with plague and runs off*

[wrathofrats]

mist and ifrit are really close. They talk about everything. Sad moments, happy moments,

they spend hours up on one of the roof's of the Ministry, gazing at the stars, passing a blunt back and forth. They talk about how proud of the ghost project and how far they've come, and talk about silly little short romantic flings they've had with siblings. (Once Sister Imperator and Ifrit got very drunk and did in fact, make out. But shh dont tell anyone)

-☀️🌙

Omg mist and ifrit ):

I don’t think mist enjoys smoking a lot, doesn’t do it often but there’s an allure to the dopey smile that ifrit always gives her when he offers. And he always offers, the others don’t because she never really joins them but, for ifrit? She can spare the time.

It’s nice, being a little high while sharing secrets and different stories, especially with someone you may not be extremely close to. Just rambling in the comfort of their presence. And when mist gets cold up there ifrit drags her into his side to warm her up