#but it also falls into the one in every dream i have of you you are making breakfast that even when i dream i'm dreaming of you inside them

[paulyenvol6]

Try it, Bite it

I HAD to write some smutty one shot after seeing Pedro's interview on Jimmy Kimmel which resulted in this fanfiction. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, riding, arm/hand kink?, fingering (f receiving), a little bit of oral (f receiving), choking, fluff, lots of praise and sweetness, a little bit of angst in the beginning, established relationship, Pedro being a literal dream

Wordcount: 5,198

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You felt your breath fastening up and simulatenously wanted to roll your eyes.

How was it possible that you weren't able to control yourself for once? You were supposed to support Pedro and here you were practically drooling at the sight of him your brain being a total mush.

It had already started before he even had walked out to sit on the couch when you had wished him good luck backstage. He wore this goddamn black t-shirt that showed off his trained arms too well and was the cause of this whole mess.

You had only run your eyes over him once, pupils dilating at his toned biceps and were just glad that Pedro hadn't seemed to notice your reaction. Then you had said goodbye to take your seat in the audience your cheeks flushing as you had felt his strong arms tightly wrapped around you and a part of you was relieved to get out of his room because you were scared of what you might have done if you had spent another second with him alone.

You had felt like a horny teenage boy that had only sex on his mind and had needed a moment to calm down after the encounter with your husband. And now, almost an hour later you were at the exact same point.

When Pedro had came out a couple of minutes ago you had cheered along with everyone else, glowing with pride of him but when you had watched him hug Jimmy Kimmel the smile on your lips had faded your eyes glued to his arms.

'Fuck,' you had cursed inside of your head and tried your best to hide your arousal as you simply couldn't look anywhere else. You obviously knew how well-trained Pedro was at the moment and had never felt shy to give his arms and shoulders a special treatment during sex but it had never been that bad.

You wanted him so badly that you would have run up to him and pull him into a hug just to feel how strong he was at once hadn't there been this quiet rational voice in your head urging you to act normal and not embarrass your husband.

Now it was the middle of the show and you felt incredibly bad for not being able to listen to the interview but your mind traveled elsewhere all the time no matter how hard you concentrated on their conversation. Your eyes relentlessly wandered to his shoulders and arms that were so perfectly hugged and shown off by the shirt.

You wished to sink your teeth into his muscles, trace them with your fingers or tongue and spoil him until he would fall asleep. You wanted him to show you how strong his arms were by pinning you down on the bed and holding you there while pounding into you and – Fuck.

This couldn't be true. You seriously sat there a few feet away from your husband who gave an interview on one of America's biggest late night shows and you daydreamed about him fucking you? Not only did you have zero restraint, no, you were also a very bad wife.

You blinked a few times and shook with your head trying to make the heat in your face vanish and then forced yourself to listen to what they were talking about. You suceeded for a few seconds but then the interview was already over and you quickly rose to your feet and clapped with your hands feeling worse with every second. You had barely heard anything because you were too fucking horny. Fuck.

Once the applause had died down you sat back in your seat inhaling deeply and savoured the fresh air entering your lungs. Now that Pedro had vanished behind the curtain your mind started to feel more clear again, of course. But now it was too late and you had kind of missed your husband's whole appearance. You sighed again hands folding in your lap and chewed on your bottom lip while Coco next to you searched for something in her purse.

"He was amazing, wasn't he?" she then asked turning to you with a big smile.

You forced a chuckle out of you that sounded much more insecure than you had imagined but quickly nodded. "Yes. He really was."

"Are you alright?" Coco then wanted to know and you wished to disappear in the ground.

"Y-Yes. It's just a little warm in here, don't you think?"

Well done. Out of everything you could have said, that was the answer you had come up with. If Coco hadn't already realized what was wrong with you she surely did now.

"A little. But we will be out of here soon."

You nodded looking down at your hands counting the minutes until you could leave and go to the bathroom to splash some cold water in your face. But of course you had to be patient for almost 30 more minutes until you finally had the opportunity to rush to the toilets after having let Coco know.

Once there you rested your hands on either side of the sink taking deep breaths before letting cold water pour into your hands and splashing it onto your cheeks careful not to ruin your makeup. It worked wonders and after doing it a few more times you started to feel like a normal human being again. Of course you still felt a little bad but at least your body had cooled down and you felt kind of ready to meet with Pedro. If only he would take off this goddamn shirt already and then you might be able to focus on the words coming out of his mouth.

You met Pedro backstage in his wardrobe again and to your misfortune he hadn't changed yet.

"Hi baby," he smiled immediately pulling you towards him and you almost moaned at the way his arms locked you to his body.

"Hey," you whispered already failing in acting normally. "You did so wonderful, Pedro, I loved it."

To say you felt bad saying this was an understatement. It broke your heart to lie to him but at the same time you definitely wouldn't tell him that you hadn't listened to a single word of the interview right after.

"Thank you, honey. I had such a good time. I feel like the vibe was there, right?"

You nodded against his chest feeling grateful that he didn't see your guilty expression.

"Yes. It was, I… I did…"

Your voice broke tears welling in your eyes because you simply couldn't do that. You hated lying and what you hated even more was lying to your husband. Therefore you hugged him tighter seeking comfort snuggled up against his chest and sniffed when Pedro kissed your hair.

"Are you alright, baby? What's wrong?"

You slightly pulled away so you could look up to him but made sure that he didn't let go off you.

"I'm sorry, Pedro. I… I'm really sorry."

He frowned a deep crease appearing between his brows as he questioningly tilted his head at you.

"For what?"

You dropped your gaze your hands caressing his chest and shoulder before cradling the back of his head.

"I… I'm sorry. I was kind of distracted during the interview and I… I didn't really listen to most of what you were saying. I'm sorry, I know I'm a terrible person and wife and I regret it so much and I'm feeling really terrible right now but I can't lie to you and pretend and… Fuck, I don't know."

You rubbed over your eyes lips forming a pout but then Pedro pulled you to his chest again carefully pressing your head to his nape.

"Stop," he chuckled and traced patterns over the back of your head.

"No. I'm sorry. I wanted to be there for you and support you and I didn't. I let you down and I'm gonna make it up to you, I promise."

Pedro sighed and kissed your forehead while gently combing through your hair.

"Jesus, y/n… I don't think you know how much you've supported me these last couple of weeks and months. And today as well. Just because you haven't listened to the interview doesn't mean you let me down. You were here for me the whole day, letting me complain about my anxiety and nervousness, you listened to me and were so patient with me although I was a nightmare. I should be the one apologizing to you."

You shook with your head reaching with your hand to his mouth in order to shut him up but missed and the both of you had to laugh as you pressed your hand against his chin. But then you got serious again pulling away from his chest so you could meet his gaze and make sure he took your words to heart.

"Don't say that, Pedro. Don't say you were a nightmare. I'm so fucking proud of you for all of this and don't you dare apologize for anything. You're the sweetest and kindest and funniest person every single day and the very least I can do on days like these is listening to your goddamn interviews."

He broke into a smirk at your words shaking his head in disapprovement but then pulled you in for a kiss.

"Please don't beat yourself up for this, baby. I'm so far from being mad at you about it and you are aware that we can watch the interview together on youtube tonight, right? It's not a big deal, I promise. Please look at me."

Your eyes darted up to him again smiling softly as his finger trailed up your jawline.

"I love you and I would still love you if you missed my next 50 interviews."

"I will never miss any interview of yours again," you quickly stated cradling his cheek but Pedro interrupted you bringing a finger to your mouth.

"Baby, I appreciate your support so much and you can't seriously believe that you're a bad wife just because you didn't properly listen to one interview. I can't imagine how a person could support me better and be there for me more than you are and I mean every. Single. Word."

You teared up at his words wrapping your arms around him with a new determination and shut your eyes simply enjoying to smell his familiar scent and listen to his heartbeat.

"I love you, Pedro."

You could feel him smile against your head and then the two of you stood like that until he took your face in both of his large hands holding you away from him a little. "Baby?"

"Mhm?" you lazily made blinking a couple of times as though you had just woken up from a heavenly dream.

"But why were you distracted?"

Your heart sank into your legs at the question and you instantly felt the heat rising in your face as you tried to come up with an answer as quickly as possible. Pedro was your husband and you definitely shouldn't feel ashamed about yearning for a particular body part of his and yet you couldn't help but feel flustered as he curiously observed you.

"What is it, honey? What drew your attention away from me?"

You shyly grinned looking down at his shirt so you wouldn't have to deal with his piercing eyes because this was already enough to handle.

"Nothing, I… I think it was just… you?"

He narrowed his eyes looking more confused now than before. "What?"

You sighed and gave up in this moment your shoulders dropping but you simply couldn't meet his gaze.

"I think… I was distracted by… you know, your shirt… and the way it makes you look…," you mumbled while nibbling at your thumb that you had brought up to your mouth.

At first you didn't see Pedro's reaction to your words still too shy to take your eyes off the floor but then you heard him chuckle his thumb drawing lazy circles over your cheeks.

"Is that so?" he asked his tone having completely shifted in a way that made your heart skip a beat and goosebumps rise on your arms.

"What about it?"

"Pedro," you whispered pleadingly staring up to him.

"What?" he repeated a mischievious smile sparkling on his lips.

"Your arms. Your shoulders. Your hands."

You had whispered these words close to his nape and in response Pedro's hands ran down your side his grip now firmer and heated up.

"Tell me more," he whispered in your ear holding on to your waist while he started to push you back towards the wall.

"I… I was thinking about kissing your arms and… feeling you grab and hug me. You looked so fucking hot, Pedro, god…," you whimpered feeling him squeeze your waist.

"You're a naughty girl, aren't you?" he chuckled leaving little kisses on your cheek and then when he trailed his hands over your stomach and then to the button of your pants you gasped for air.

"We can't, Pedro. Not in here."

"Why, baby? It's just you and me."

Within seconds of him devouring your swollen lips like it was his tastiest meal and a simple glance downwards to where his hands fumbled with the opening of your pants you were a mush in his arms head falling backwards to rest on the wall and your desire for him taking over your brain.

"Pedro," you whined again your hands gripping his muscular arms the way you had wanted to all night which evoked a low growl in him.

"Yeah honey… Take what you want from me…," he murmured against your parted lips and then finally opened your pants and shoved them down your legs.

The heat pooled in your stomach making your whole body feel like it was on fire and you were sure sweat was already dripping down your forehead just like you were certain your pants were beyond soaked.

Pedro seemingly was wondering the same thing bringing a finger to your clothed pussy and running it over your slit.

"Mhmm yes, there we go… Is that from right now or from the show earlier?"

You once again blushed still not feeling completely free of embarrassment when you thought about the way you had been utterly swept off you feet just because his arms had happened to be on display tonight.

"Both," you plainly answered which wasn't even a lie and then, feeling so eager to fight the throbbing ache between your legs, you rocked your core against him to create some friction with his hand between your thighs.

Pedro laughed which was the happiest and most beautiful sound you had ever heard and then started to suck on your neck his tongue tracing your delicate thin skin.

"I know you need it so badly, mhm? I'm gonna give it to you, baby, I promise. Just tell me what you need."

Your eyes rolled back in your head as your clit brushed against the palm of his hand and your trembling hands held on to his thick arms.

"Need… your hand, Pedro, please."

He smirked a crooked smile, complying to your want though and started to go through your folds with two thick fingers to tease you before stopping at your clit and circling it through the fabric of your underwear. You moaned eyes springing open again and then your eyes darted at his bicep for a brief moment which Pedro obviously noticed.

"Oh honey…," he sniggered his left hand squeezing your waist firmly. "Go on," he then said his husky voice sending you spiraling.

"No need to get shy on me. I told you, I want you to take from me whatever you want. You can look at it, you can kiss it, you can bite it…"

He caressed your chin tilting your head a little so you had no choice but to meet his gaze but his eyes looked so sincere and warm that you had to believe him. Feeling reassured you glanced at his arms again and bit your lip at the way his right arm flexed so wonderfully as he was still busy flicking and toying with your clit.

"Pedro… Oh my fucking god, I need you."

It seemed like these were the words that made him push down the rest of the fabric separating your needy pussy from him and once you were bare he didn't waste any more time collecting your arousal with the pat of two fingers and smearing it all over your cunt.

You writhed and shifted, your whole body shaking with anticipation and the need to push yourself impossibly close to your husband and then when Pedro finally pressed his digits against your throbbing clit you cried out arms wrapping around the back of his neck.

"Fuck, Pedro… Huh," you panted your thighs threatening to close around his hand.

"The things I wanna do to you…," Pedro's hot breath brushed over your ear and it definitely wasn't helping.

He enclosed your clit between two fingers creating delicious friction and teasingly flicking the little nub. When he felt like giving you more he rubbed in tight circles using your arousal as lubrication and soon your wetness was running down your legs which probably would have made you feel embarrassed had he not have you wrapped around his little finger, drooling and salivating at how he knew his way around your body like he had studied you.

"I need you to come for me, baby. I need to see you come all over my hand."

You started to rock your body against him riding his hand to bring yourself closer to your orgasm while Pedro whispered sweet words of encouragement in your ear. Your eyes were fluttering, hand clenching in fists to get rid of the tension in your body but you knew reaching your high would be the only relief that would help you so you tried to get off, rubbing your clit against his hand in time with the movement of his fingers.

But before you could come there was a wish lingering in your head that you just had to express as it had consumed you all night and you knew telling him was what Pedro wanted.

"I need your arms, Pedro," you therefore pleaded helplessly grasping his bicep and without even knowing what exactly it was you needed him to do, he picked you up under your arms, carried you to the carpet in front of the couch and sat down on it.

He turned you around so you could settle between his legs with your back pressed against his chest and then instantly got back to work fingering your pussy while your head was spinning. You seriously wondered how he managed to stay so cool and clear-headed while you were utterly stunned by this new position and when Pedro wrapped his arms around your abdomen his large hand sprawling on top of your stomach your pussy clenched and your body tensed up.

"I'm gonna cum," you whimpered eyes widening while you watched his hand and arms around you and before you could even listen to his answer a fire exploded inside of you and you saw white. You allowed yourself to drop back, your head resting on his shoulder and Pedro was happy to catch you as his arms held you firmly and his mouth whispered phrases of comfort.

"That's good, baby, that's right… You're being such a good girl for me right now… I'm so proud of you for being so honest with me."

He kissed your hair softly cradling your body and trailing his hands up and down your arms.

"I always wanna give you just what you want. Because I love you and I wanna make you feel good."

You let out another whine but this time it was the sound of a cat that had just found her favourite position in the world that she never intended to leave. You snuggled up in his arms adjusting yourself to be closer to him and closed your eyes while listening to his heartbeat.

"That was so perfect, Pedro," you whispered and your smile intensed when he offered you his arm to coil your body around and cling to for dear life. Your fingers were buried in his muscles which sent little shockwaves through his body every now and then and when you started to kiss his skin the both of you almost lost it.

"Baby…," Pedro moaned trying to move his arm away a little but you were determined hands clutching him tightly.

Your mouth traced his veins leaving open-mouthed kisses and the sheer thickness of his biceps alone drove you insane. The prominent bulge that pressed up against your ass didn't go unnoticed by you and to tease him even more, you began rocking yourself against him. Pedro reacted to it by sighing into your ear the hand of his right arm, that you hadn't captured, moving up your leg.

"Baby. I need you."

Instead of answering you continued, eager to evoke more of these sweet little whines in him and to say that you were doing a good job was an understatement. Considering the amount of pressure with which he squeezed your thigh he really was in need of some relief and the huge bulge beneath you hinted at the fact that he was already close to busting. Now you had him right where you wanted him and if there was one thing in the world you were addicted to, it was driving Pedro Pascal mad.

"Baby, I need you. I need to fuck you… jesus fucking christ."

The combination of your pretty ass rubbing against him and your mouth devouring his biceps like it was something holy and admirable made his mind go blank and all he could think about was feeling your pussy clench around him.

"Fuck me," you answered, not any less able to hide your lust and then felt Pedro lift you by your waist and then turning you around so you could sit on his lap.

You didn't stop with your hip movement, your core desperately grinding down on him and now it was the perfect angle for your clit to get some stimulation as well.

"I want you to ride me, baby," Pedro demanded and you were quick to reply by opening the button of his pants.

Despite your trembling hands you succeeded pulling them down, his underwear following just enough so his cock was freed. His dick looked so delicious and hard that you just had to lean down to kiss the tip and taste his precum for a few seconds but Pedro's fingers unpatiently pressed in your ass letting you know what he wanted.

That was why you eventually pulled away again straightening up and wrapping a hand around his cock while you moved in his lap until your entrance was hovering over his leaking dick. Your eyes locked, Pedro's hand connecting with the side of your face and the both of you let out a gasp when you slowly sank down on his length, lashes fluttering as you felt him disappear in you inch by inch.

"Oh fuck me," he grunted head dropping to his chest and his hands resting behind him on the carpet to keep himself up. Your knees were on either side of his body on the ground, your hands all over his face and head while you began to ride him. You simply loved how vocal and responsive he was, not shy about reacting to each roll of your hips with a deep gasp or growl.

"That's it, baby," his raspy voice soothed you, his hands still lingering at your waist.

"You're doing so well for me. Treating my cock so fucking well."

"Pedro," you sighed out hands trailing down his chest and over this damn shirt. "Choke me. Please. Hard."

An evil smile appeared on his lips the slight bite on his bottom lip sending you straight to heaven and hell at the same time and of course your precious husband was happy to fulfill your wish bringing his right hand to your neck and applying light pressure.

"You dirty, dirty girl," he snarled blaring his teeth when your lips parted in order to gasp for air.

Your eyes shot down to his arms to admire the way his muscles tensed and by now you were so far gone that no part of you felt ashamed for your clear obsession with his bicep anymore. Pedro didn't neither; he kept his hands tight around your throat, enjoying the way you squirmed while you tried to uphold your steady pace of bouncing on his cock.

It was obvious that you struggled your rhythm getting destroyed by his light squeezes every now and then but Pedro had too much fun watching you try so hard for him that he just smirked at your frustrated moans. He then suddenly pulled you towards him your hands coming up to rest on top of his hand around your neck, his mouth so close to your ear you felt his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You want me to take over, mhm?"

You could only nod your whole body aching and burning from the exhaustion, your limbs feeling like you had just run a marathon although it had barely been 10 minutes of riding him.

"Alright, babygirl," he whispered the dominant and caring side of him having taken over now and his main purpose from now on was to make you come again for him. Just for him.

He pushed you backwards until you fell over but of course caught you before your head would hit the floor and gently laid you down on your back. Pedro hovered over you his knees parting your legs, aligned his cock with your entrance once more and then started to thrust in you at his pace now.

The room was filled with pornographic sounds that were more than inappropriate to be heard in the wardrobe of a late night show but the two of you couldn't care less. You were so drenched that the wet sound of his cock pounding your pussy echoed against the walls along with your heavy pantings and the little pleas escaping your lips every few seconds. Pedro's balls slapped against your core, his fingers additionally playing with your clit now and you knew it would be a matter of seconds until you would come again.

Scared to leave your husband behind you scratched over his hand that was still tight around your throat to let him know that you needed to say something and luckily he understood loosening his grip slightly.

"I'm close, baby, I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, honey. I'm close too. Just let go for me, baby."

Finding that you might need the extra thrill Pedro tightened his hand around your neck again, a little more intense this time so you choked on a gasp and actually reached your high in this very moment. You cried out, your whole body arching underneath him and Pedro lovingly watched each of your little squirms and twists.

"Yes, baby. That's what I wanna see, yeah…"

His hand didn't leave your clit for once, wanting to tease out every last bit of your exquisite release and when your glossy eyes rolled back a milky shimmer covering your pupils he decided that you had enough and as he didn't want to push you too far Pedro eased his hand choking you and stopped circling your clit.

Now it was time for him to orgasm as well and so he finally allowed the knot in his stomach to tighten and explode and the effects of it were truly divine.

Pleasure spread all throughout his body, little shockwaves making his limbs twitch and soon he couldn't hold himself up anymore crashing into your body and breathing heavily against your nape.

"Ohh baby… You feel so goddamn perfect, jesus… Don't know what I did to deserve you."

Pedro closed his eyes focusing on savouring the beautiful emotions his orgasm evoked in him and then carefully moved his hips making sure his cum would stay inside of you which you reacted to with a jolt, your pussy aching at the overstimulation.

"Shh…," he soothed you moving a strand of your sweaty hair behind your ear his hand lingering at your waist while pulling out of you.

"There you go... You're a fucking dream, baby."

You twitched again quietly moaning when Pedro gently fondled your shoulders while moving down your body to get a taste from your pussy. He licked through your folds collecting your wetness mixed with his cum and hummed in pleasure as he relished your releases.

You watched him quietly, your breath still hatching in your throat and your eyes glowing with the aftermath of your high. Pedro took his time cleaning your cunt and then gave your clit one last kiss that made you jerk as it felt beyond swollen.

He crawled up to you again pressing his lips on yours which made you taste him and you on your tongue but it was only a brief moment before there was a loud bang on the door echoing against the walls and you widened your eyes in shock.

"Pedro? Are you in there? And have you seen y/n?"

A wide smirk appeared on your husband's face seemingly feeling a lot more amused about this than you were, whose fear was clearly visible on your face. Pedro carefully stroked your cheek fingers tracing the area under your eyes and then turned his head to the door.

"It's fine, Coco. Y/n is with me and we'll be ready to go soon."

At first there was no reply and you furrowed your brow but then a loud "Alright. I'll wait down the hall for you." made you exhale in relief and Pedro crawled off you to stand up.

"Relax, honey. Coco wouldn't just burst in on someone like that. And even if she had, you believe she thinks we don't sleep with each other?"

You rolled your eyes getting up as well and adjusting your clothes while Pedro did the same.

"Of course not. But that doesn't mean I want her to catch us doing it."

"Fair. But she didn't."

He closed his belt pursing his lips as he watched you comb through your messy hair and then approached you pulling you in for a deep kiss.

"We shouldn't make Coco wait," you whispered at some point already lost in the closeness of his body again and just because you had just orgasmed didn't mean that his gorgeous arms didn't have this special kind of effect on you anymore.

"I know…," Pedro mumbled the sound muffled by your lips but he didn't make an attempt to pull away.

Eventually you managed to break away though kissing the tip of his nose with a peaceful smile on your lips and took his hand to guide him to the door.

You just wanted to open it to finally step outside when you heard him lowly chuckle next to you so you stopped in the movement curiously looking up to him.

"I think I should keep this t-shirt."

[daenysx]

you KNOW what i'm going to ask for............... (probably not but anyways :•) )

can i get one sleepy sirius? unless you're not feeling like it, could i request a domestic intimacy drabble with him looking very pretty as usual?

ALSO, can we gossip abt your crush???? i need all the juicy details of this lucky individual

i knew it, angel!! i hope you enjoy- and also of course we can gossip about him, he's literally consuming my mind these days (all i can say in this post is that he kinda looks like ben barnes and he's so tall, i'm fucked)

-send me drabble requests!

sirius black x fem!reader, fluff

"Oh, fuck," Sirius groans next to you. What time is it, and why is he awake before you? Something terrible must have happened. You blink your eyes open to clouds filling the room's air with grey and blurry. Sirius mumbles a few words, his hand in his hair.

"What's wrong?" you ask, unable to find your voice. "Are you okay?"

He turns in bed, his eyes are almost closed, and he's frowning. It's so early to frown, you think, already dreaming of your morning coffee. Sirius' arm, the one he currently wraps around your waist begs to differ, though.

"I put my head wrong on the pillow and my hair's ruined," he murmurs. "Look, no waves. It doesn't feel soft at all."

So sleepy and yet he worries over his hair. In your defense, his deep black locks look the same every morning, you don't know why he decided to be upset over it today.

"You haven't even looked at the mirror." you say.

"I don't need to, lovely, I can feel it just fine."

You're silently asking for him to fall back asleep. Just for a few hours more.

"Baby, it looks okay," you tell him, snuggling into his bare chest. "You can always fix it the way you want, right?"

Sirius takes pity on your sweet words, you tangle your legs with his and kiss his shoulder. He rubs a big hand on your hip as a response.

"It's frustrating, waking up like this after having shower," he murmurs with a hazy voice. He stretches slowly and settles down again in the warm sheets.

"You look perfect."

"Thank you, my angel, it was my intention to hear this all along."

Sirius loves sleeping. He loves how you sound when you get closer to him, how your fingers seek his chest to keep them on his heart. He loves the moment before falling asleep, almost unconscious, but still feeling you in his arms. It's like a practiced performance, a routine he adores. He kisses your collarbone lazily, mouth gentle and warm against your skin. Your breaths tickle his neck, he cups the back of your head to pull you even closer.

"What time is it?" you ask. "Do we have to wake up?"

To be honest, he doesn't know the time, has no idea about it really. Guessing is an easy process, though, urging you to sleep in his arms is even easier. "I don't think so," he replies with confidence. "Go back to sleep."

You do as he says in a few seconds, your head tucked in his shoulder nicely. His fingers wander on your back to keep you there, your lips are faint against his neck. "I meant it," you say, words slipping away. "You're so pretty."

It takes every bit of control in him, to not kiss you in a way that will wake you up. He sighs, a warm feeling spread on his chest, something soft crawling in his belly. You give away your affection like it's in your nature and Sirius is amazed every time. He presses his lips on your forehead, warm lips pulling you into a deeper slumber.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

the thing about Lucanis and Spite is like. neither of them actually wanted to be there. and that is both how they were able to survive the melding and why they resent each other so much. Lucanis' banter about the Ossuary where he says to survive it he "Shut down completely. Think nothing. Feel nothing. Except what you need to escape." And when asked what's left he says "If you're lucky? Revenge. And bad dreams." like. he always had this core of his own personal spite down in him (not doing crow jobs the easy way, ignoring Caterina's summons, not embracing his future as a potential first talon, to "live truly is to live fully" but he HASN'T been allowed to and resents it, etc etc etc) but in the Ossuary he really hollows himself out into the perfect vessel, empties himself of everything but wanting to survive anyway. and "no one was in the Ossuary by choice, not even the demons" so of course he and Spite can agree on this One Thing. they make their deal that they're gonna make it through just because everyone else there is waiting for them to die, and of course they're not gonna just give them what they want. even if they're fighting each other the whole time (hence Lucanis being used to Spite 'hitting' him etc when he doesn't get what he wants), they still have this united purpose Every Day about getting through it. like it's utterly crucial that for both to survive at all the demon had to be something that wanted to defy what the venatori wanted from it.

and this is also why their relationship falls apart once they do escape, because without something else present to rail against every day, they have to turn on each other. and of course it is actually an absolutely miserable situation for both of them to be in--Lucanis is living the nightmare of his body being puppetted around without his consent, just like the blood magic he already had to endure under Zara, and can't ever be alone again even in his own mind. Spite is trapped in a world that no longer responds to his shaping, lacks the autonomy of a truly possessed host body, and can barely comprehend the new laws that govern the place he's in.

for both of them it's such an intense violation of being, and one I wish got more emphasis/recognition. it's really easy to make jokes about how Lucanis could be better at sharing/compromise with Spite more (like I make them too myself, it's easy) but really just... man. this isn't like with Anders & Justice, who agreed to their situation, or Wynne where Faith is content to be mostly a silent passenger and did it to save her life. Lucanis and Spite are suffering the most complete form of intimacy under the worst circumstances, and neither actually wanted it. which makes it honestly impressive at all that (unhardened) Lucanis & Spite are able to reach an accord at all by the end. like i'm glad that they did--and have SO many thoughts (& fanfic WIPs lol) exploring just how they managed to get there--but boy was it hard won, if you actually look deeper into it than the game has room to explore.

[cosmerelists]

If Cosmere Characters Were Given Three Wishes From a Genie...

As requested by anon. :)

[A few of the jokes in this are WAT spoilers! They are marked in the entry title in case you need to skip 'em]

Cosmere characters have just rubbed a magic lamp and now they're being offered three wishes by a genie! How will that go for them?

1. Steris

Genie: There are three rules! Genie: I cannot kill anyone, I cannot bring anyone back to life, and I cannot make anyone fall in love. Steris: (Taking notes) Can I wish for more wishes? Genie: No. Steris: Can I wish for someone else to have more wishes? Genie: Also no. Steris: Can I cancel a wish in the future if I no longer want it? Genie: ...no. Steris: Can I modify a wish after wishing it? Genie: ...no. Steris: I see. Steris: My first wish, then, is to help you create an actual Wish Rule Handbook because that, I'm afraid, is a lot more than three rules. Steris: Let's get drafting! Genie: Why am I afraid

2. Kelsier

Kelsier: Three wishes? Amazing! Kelsier: First, I'd like to finally obtain the exact physical body I've been dreaming of all these years! Kelsier: Second, I'd like Scadrial to be utterly protected from the nefarious designs of Odium or any other hostile Shard. Kelsier: And third, I'd like Hoid to stub his toe every day for the rest of his life. Kelsier: Phew! That was way easier than what I've been doing! Kelsier: I can't believe I wasted hundreds of years on machinations, ha ha! Genie: ... Kelsier: What?

3. Szeth [Mild WAT spoilers!]

Szeth: (suspiciously) Wishes? Szeth: As in, things that I personally want? Szeth: What is this, some kind of therapy? Szeth: Away with you! Genie: H-Hey, if you want to wish for some therapy, it sounds like that might be kind of helpful for you? Szeth: Away, I say! Genie: Well, I tried.

4. Taravangian

Taravangian: [slams a 400-page tome down on the table] Taravangian: This is my first wish--it includes caveats for every possible loophole, bad faith interpretation, and/or unintended consequence. Taravangian: I declare that this whole book constitutes the sum total of Wish #1. Genie: ...Which is? Taravangian: I'd like Hoid to stub his toe every day for as long as he lives. Genie: ... Genie: That wish required 400 pages?! Taravangian: I like to be thorough.

5. Vin

Vin: I would like to always have the exact metal or metals I desire in my flask as soon as I desire them. Vin: I'd also like Elend to feel a surge of reassurance that yes of course I love him whenever he feels doubt. Genie: Two very fine wishes. What is your third? Vin: Hmmm.... Vin: Honestly, I just keep thinking that I'd like to be faster than a horse. Genie: ...Like, horses in general or one specific horse? Vin: Just...horses in general. Genie: ...It's not the weirdest wish I've heard today.

6. Adolin [WAT SPOILERS!]

Adolin: Oooh, I've always wanted the ability to point at an outfit in a fashion magazine and instantly have that outfit in my perfect size. Genie: Granted! Adolin: I'd also like Shallan to be brought here safely to Azimir if that's what she wants--like, please ask her first just in case. Genie: Granted! Adolin: ... Adolin: I would also like everyone to think I gave those wishes in the reverse order. Genie: Granted! Adolin: Wait, does that count as a wish?? Adolin: ... Adolin: No, actually I'm okay with that.

7. Azure

Azure: I would like to know where Nightblood is, please. Azure: I've been looking for so long! It's IMPOSSIBLE to find! Genie: [silently hands her a map] Azure: ... Azure: IT'S BEEN ON ROSHAR THE WHOLE TIME?!

8. Lightsong

Lightsong: You grant three wishes, huh? Lightsong: I can only grant one wish. And I have to die to do it. Genie: That's a tough break. Lightsong: Well, to be fair I live a life of luxury and worship, rather than being trapped in a tiny lamp. Genie: I appreciate that. Many people treat my abilities as frivolous, wishing for things they could obtain for themselves if they tried or for things they should never truly have. Genie: It is a genuine relief to meet someone who understands the true import of wishes. Lightsong: ... Lightsong: I was gonna wish for you to hand me that glass so I don't have to get up, but now it feels awkward. Genie: ... Lightsong: I'm just really comfortable right now.

9. Kaladin

Kaladin: [muttering to himself] Can't wish for all of my friends to be safe. They'd probably be magically locked in a room forever or something. Kaladin: I could wish for Oroden to grow up happy, but what if that means he dies if he gets sad or something? Or like loses the ability to feel things? Kaladin: I could wish for Moash to go back to how he was, but how could I take away his ability to make choices? Kaladin: It's too much! I don't want any wishes! Genie: Uh....granted? Kaladin: Did that count as a wish???

10. Venli

Venli: I wish for your freedom. Genie: ... Genie: As your first wish? Venli: Yup. Genie: Not as, like, your third wish after you obtain two other wishes? Venli: Nah. Genie: W-Who are you?? Venli: I'm a Willshaper, baby. Tumi: [hums contentedly]

[emeraldserenade]

Dreams ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you've been plagued with a sad, and slightly scary, nightmare.

tw: fem!reader, miscarriage mentions, none?, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Guys, I am so sorry for how this starts. I made myself upset with the opening. I'm also (im)patiently waiting for the results of my poll that ends at 12:09(ish).

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“I didn’t mean to, Joaquín. I’m sorry,” you sobbed, falling to your knees.

”But you did; you killed our baby.” Joaquín barely looked at you, his eyes set hard.

”No, you have to believe me. Joaquín, amor, I would never purposefully hurt her,” you sobbed harder, and he finally looked down at you, the puddle of fluid and blood underneath your knees making his eyes set even harder.

”Yet you did; you killed her. You are no better than your father,” Joaquín told you, pushing you away from him in disgust. You sobbed even harder, if possible, your heart was broken, and you were in pain. Except you weren’t; you felt no pain, and the heartbreak was barely there.

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You woke up sobbing, your dream having made your body respond even when unconscious. Joaquín was still asleep next to you; it was 2 am, after all, and you rushed to the bathroom. This wasn’t the first time you had a baby dream, and every other time you have had one, you were pregnant, but you wanted to be sure. So you took a test and waited; you watched it think before it came back negative. You were relieved and threw it away, burying it in the trash can and slowly making your way back to bed.

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You woke up sobbing again, but this time, you were woken up by Joaquín gently rubbing your arms and coaxing you awake. It had only been two hours since the last time you awoke.

”Angel, what’s wrong?” Joaquín asked as soon as you got your bearings on your surroundings.

”I...” You didn’t want to admit you had 2 dreams about accidentally killing our nonexistent child.

”You can tell me,” he comforted you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

”I’ve had two separate dreams about killing our nonexistent child, miscarriages, both of them,” you slowly admitted, pressing your head into his shoulder.

”Angel, that’s not your fault,” Joaquín told you, and you bitterly shook your head.

”That’s not what dream you said,” you told him.

”Well dream me is a little bitch,” Joaquín said and you huffed out a surprised laugh before pulling back to look at him.

”Did you just call the Joaquín in my dreams a little bitch?”

”I did because he is.” Joaquín stood his ground, and you laughed even harder, the serious facade on Joaquín’s face falling as he took in your joy.

”Thank you,” you finally got out as you finished laughing.

”For what?”

”Being here and understanding and knowing how to make me laugh even when I feel down.” You laid back down, pulling Joaquín with you.

”I’ll always be here.”

”Just for me?” You joked.

”Just for you,” Joaquín smiled, and you fell asleep, curled into his side. Your next dreams only concern how much you want to marry him.

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[thetarotyapper]

how will your future partner/spouse show their affection towards you? (pick-a-card reading)

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(how to pick a card? observe the given options and choose the one which you feel the most drawn to. scroll down to read your message!! remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates! ps.- if you feel drawn to more than one card/image/pile, feel free to read the others too!! if the chosen pile doesn't relate to you, feel free to choose another. the choice is yours<3)

۶ৎ pile I ۶ৎ

10 of cups, knight of wands, the chariot, 4 of swords, the emperor, strength, 6 of swords, 2 of swords 

babe, the cards for your reading was LITERALLY falling out. like your person had no chill😭. their energy came off as very messy and dominating. it's almost like they lose their control over you. i'm not even kidding when i say that i'm literally feeling so hot right now. like your person's energy is STRONG. phew okay with that being said, let's get to your reading hehe. 

your person is going to show their affection towards you by always being there for you and protecting you. they just give off such safe vibes, it's so heartwarming. “oh you need help with this? let go of it, babe. i got this”, typa vibes. you can always, and mark my words when i say this - ALWAYS depend on your person. they're not the type to get irritated with you. they're patient, kind and also very understanding. i see you feeling all soft and giddy with them lol, and i honestly don't blame you. they're the type of person who loves taking care of their partner and they'll go out of their way to make you feel satisfied. and seeing you happy makes them happy. i would be lying if i said i'm not giggling while writing your reading. THIS IS EVERY PERSON'S DREAM PARTNER. they'll be your backbone and they'll be with you through thick and thin. they might not be very verbal about their love for you but their actions will show it. they're a firm believer of ‘actions speak louder than words’. OH MY GOD i just imagined you trying to reach a box in a cabinet but it's too high and you're struggling to reach it and then BOOM your person is right behind you, getting the box for you with ease. they might be someone who is very tall and i see them having nice biceps. they might like the colour black or dark colours and they might have facial hair. i'm also seeing that you might be a little submissive towards them and you will try to act cutesy and ‘weak’ in front of them so that they can help you. you can do the things yourself, but you like it when they do it for you because then you'll get to see their muscles flex. ahem pile 1, you're smart🤭. 

acts of service is one of their love languages. i'm also seeing that they'll love providing you with guidance and they'll do so with great patience. i'm getting the energy here that they might be someone who is older than you or they're someone who is emotionally mature for their age. 

they're going to show their love for you by being very fiery and passionate. they literally can't keep their hands to themselves. AHH I JUST FELT SOMETHING WHISPER IN MY EAR. they might like to whisper sweet nothings to you and might even like to nibble at your ear a lot. lots of sloppy, heated and passionate kisses coming through😳. im seeing that they will love to take you out on a lot of dates and might like to go out and do fun activities because i'm getting a lot of movement energy here. they'll also love it when you voice out what you want. they want to meet your needs. they want to be your provider. they want to serve you. 

they'll also love cuddling with you and i see that they might like to be the big spoon. they'll love listening to you rant and it's one of their love languages. they love listening to you talk. they're going to show their affection towards you by acting as a ‘stress-free’ plushie for you where you can take out all your frustrations on them. and i also see them helping you understand your emotions and calming you down. if you're wrong, they'll make you realise that you're wrong in the most healthy and understanding way, instead of lashing out on you. they're not the type to get angry. in fact, they'll hardly get angry. they'll help you release control. they'll show their affection towards you by providing you with emotional support and by helping you face your challenges. your person might take some time to open up to you and show their affection towards you in the beginning, but that doesn't mean they don't love you. some people take their time opening up and they're one of them. but always know that regardless of what happens, they'll always have your back. they also might not be very verbal, but they won't hesitate to show you how much they love you. 

۶ৎ pile II ۶ৎ

8 of pentacles, the sun, 7 of cups, 2 of cups, 2 of swords, 2 of wands, the moon, the emperor

pile 2, your person is going to SPOIL you like crazy. like omg me when🏃‍♀️🚶‍♀️. like y'all are so lucky and you deserve it!! your person is a hard worker and they're literally doing their best so that they can spoil you. BYE THE WORD “babygirl” JUST CHANNELED THROUGH HEHEHE. seeing you happy is literally all they want in life and they're going to go out of their way to see you smile. “you want this gucci purse? okay, but make sure to take something else too. don't make me look poor”. LIKE UGHHH IM LITERALLY SCREAMING. sugar daddy/mommy who?👀 hahahaa. 

your person radiates this warmth, it's so hard to ignore. your person gives a lot of child-like energy and they're very sensitive towards you. like no one is gonna mess with their partner🤭🤭. if y'all ever get married, they will literally flaunt you and they'll love saying “my wife”/”my husband” like ajahajahjahajaja. they're such a cutie patootie im not gonna lie. like awww they are such a fool for you. they'll never make you feel like you're missing something. you'll get ANYTHING you want.

your person is so fulfilling, like ugh where have you been this whole time!!! they're going to have their eyes on you and ONLY you. they might be a little submissive or they aren't afraid to be vulnerable towards you. i see that they will like it when you praise them a lot. like if you call them a good boy/girl, they're literally gonna go crazy. I WAS TRYING TO KEEP THIS READING AS FRIENDLY AND SFW AS POSSIBLE BUT I JUST COULDN'T IGNORE THIS PART. they might be like a golden retriever typa person. 

i'm also seeing that they might be a little insecure because they might feel like they aren't good for you because you might have a lot of potential suitors and they feel like you'll pick those people over them. they're constantly worried about that. and that might also be one of the reasons why they always want to spoil you so much. they're scared of losing you. and not to mention, they would love to surprise you with gifts and every present they buy has a deep meaning behind it. they want to spend the rest of their life with you and they won't be afraid to show it. they're almost pathetic for you lol (we all love someone who is love-crazy over us 🤭🤭). 

your person is also someone who is very honest and real about their feelings for you. they're going to show their affection by being completely raw and natural with you. they won't beat around the bush. they're very straightforward. they will also help you face your fears and they want you to know that no matter how hard life gets, they'll always be there for you. 

your person is going to show their affection towards you by putting in the effort towards the relationship. they're going to be so patient and loving towards you. they might also like to playfully tease you in public. your person does not have a said love language like pile 1. they're all over the place, but they're fulfilling. they'll never make you feel deprived of their love. you're literally going to be their first priority. the song “no.1 party anthem” by arctic monkeys just came to my mind - the look of love, the rush of blood…. oh pile 2, your person is such a sucker for you. you've got them wrapped around your fingertips. they want to build a future with you. but at the same time, they're scared of what the future holds for them. they're scared you'll find someone better, and it breaks their heart.  you'll need to build trust with your partner and you will need to show them that you're here to say forever. they might get a little possessive towards you but it's because of pure jealousy. they might also have abandonment issues, so you'll need to be very understanding towards them. suddenly i got the energy here that they might be controlling over who you talk to and what you wear, but this can be avoided if you clearly communicate with one another. this behaviour of theirs will make you feel a little strained sometimes but you'll also have to understand that there might have been a very deep rooted trauma as to why they're acting this way. i'm getting the energy here that their family life or their past relationships might not have been that great and that is why they act this way. if you do not like their behaviour, then please voice it out. 

۶ৎ pile III ۶ৎ

page of cups, 3 of wands, 4 of pentacles, 10 of wands, the chariot, the moon, 7 of pentacles, queen of swords, queen of wands 

for some reason, im seeing that y'all would go on cute art dates or dates where y'all would like to do cutesy stuff. lots of paintings and colours came to my mind. maybe pile 3, you could be an artist or maybe your person will be. or maybe you both have an interest in art - either as a profession or a hobby. 

i'm going to be honest, either you or your person have been through a lot. one of you (im mostly getting the energy of your future partner/spouse) would have taken a break from relationships and might have even given up on love. i'm seeing a lot of hurt and mistrust here. relationships might have felt like a job rather than an emotional connection. but here's the thing, when you guys meet each other, everything will change. i'm seeing cherry blossom trees. this relationship is going to be life changing and transformative. your ideas on love will entirely change when you meet one another. this relationship is going to be a new beginning. 

your person is going to show their affection towards you by making you a part of their life. they're going to involve you in each and everything and they're going to try out new things with you. i see you healing their inner child. they're going to be very expressive and emotional with you. i see this relationship moving forward very fast. your person is someone who is very creative so they're going to show their affection towards you in creative ways such as writing you love letters, poetry, painting or they might even cook your favourite meal. they might be an introvert and might be a little nerdy. 

this relationship is going to be very nurturing and im seeing a lot of growth here. your person will also help you come up with creative ideas for your work and they might also help you explore your interests and will support your ambition. they'll love to see you grow and they'll be so proud of you. they're going to be very protective over you because they have never felt this way for anyone. they might also love cuddling/hugging you a lot. your touch gives them this sense of safety. your person might be someone who is under-confident and i see them finding it hard to maintain eye contact with you. i see you helping them build their confidence and i see you supporting them throughout their journey. my dear pile 3, you're such a beautiful person. you're such an understanding person, the world deserves more people like you. i see you being so patient towards them and it honestly warms my heart. at first, they might be a little hesitant to open up to you because of their trust issues and it might take them some time. but your understanding and kind nature will help them to eventually open up. pile 3, i want to give my heartfelt thanks to you because your energy is so lovely, i feel so safe. thank you for being here, pile 3. i truly mean it. 

your person is very sensitive to your emotions so if something bothers you, it bothers them. i see them helping you with your responsibilities by taking on half of your burden and guiding you through your difficult times. they're going to help you stand your ground. i'm also seeing that sometimes they might feel overwhelmed with your love and they might try to push you away, but you understand them so i see you both working through it. your person wants to work things out with you and they want to move this relationship forward. they will be a little hesitant and closed off, but i see you both working through it. i'm also seeing that their actions will be calculated because they are scared of disappointing you or making you angry and honestly this is so sad. they have gone through a lot, pile 3. sometimes you might get tired and irritated with their emotions, but you need to understand where they are coming from. i agree it can be frustrating, but you need to realise that you're the only one they can be so vulnerable towards and that's why they are so open with you. you understand them. this relationship will progress slowly, but it is going to be a very emotionally fulfilling relationship. 

your person is not the type to show their affection in public because they don't like anyone in their business. they might show subtle and soft gestures in public. but when you both are alone, they're raw and honest. sometimes you might feel like they don't show you off or that they aren't very affectionate towards you and if it bothers you, please speak up. your person is afraid of making a move because sometimes they feel like they make you uncomfortable but you need to show them that you want them to be affectionate towards you. they prefer it when you're honest and direct with them and i'm seeing that they prefer it when you tell them what you want. communication is the main key in this relationship. 

i'm also seeing that sometimes your partner might feel bold and will be very flirtatious with you and this might catch you off guard. they are a shy baby, but underneath that surface is a whole new world that will be unlocked only as time passes by and when trust is built from both ends. they might struggle showing affection sometimes, but they'll try their best to make you feel wanted and loved.

hi loves!! i hope this reading finds you in good health and i hope you are doing well. take care of yourself and i will see you in my next reading. thank you for being here<3

(note: tarot & oracle cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, feelings and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not predict the future in a fixed way. this is a general reading so take what resonates!)

જ⁀➴ all credit for the pictures & dividers goes to their rightful owners and creators.

[spnx67]

𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 — 𝒔. 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

❥ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : you and sam are ‘just friends’.

❥ sam winchester x reader, any gender, sfw

❥ features: suggestive but doesn’t contain nsfw, fluff, light flirting, dean getting pissy, yearning 💔

❥ word count: 1,907

❥ a/n: hi guys, this is my first peice of writing on tumblr so i apologise if it’s not the best! if you do like this though pls lmk (i’m also in the process of writing a story on wattpad and have lots of c.ai bots- link for these in bio) okay ANYWAY i hope you like this cos i love sam! i also might make a part2 if i feel like it!

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You met Sam and Dean Winchester about 6 months ago through Bobby Singer, he’d asked you to help the boys out on a simple salt and burn case. Dean, being the womaniser he is, of course tried to flirt his way into your bed within minutes of meeting you. You honestly found men like that annoying and degrading so Dean was already off the table. But Sam?

Sam…

For you he was like a breath of fresh air, he was without a doubt the funniest and most goofiest guy you’d ever met. Despite all his upset. He could make you laugh until you felt like catching your breath was the hardest thing in the world but you could also have deep and intellectual conversations with him. And that’s just his personality. He was absolutely gorgeous too, his brown locks never failed to fall into a perfect form. His nose that pointed at the end which you just found adorable, those puppy dog eyes that you just melted under every time. And the dimples that appeared when he smiled- to sum it up he was perfect.

You adored him, admired him and he was the man of your dreams. But he wasn’t yours, he never could be. Just over a year ago, his dear Jessica died. Since then he found it extremely hard to connect with anyone, let alone be in a relationship with someone. So, when you one day drunkenly confessed your feelings for him, he had to shoot you down. It hurt him, because honestly he felt the same way about you. He loved everything about you- your laugh, your hair, the faint freckles across your nose. Down to the minute detail, everything about you was perfect.

But you had to be just friends. Just. Friends.

Today you were in a dingy, 3 bed motel room with Sam and Dean. Dean was busy cleaning their guns and sharpening tools whilst you and Sam were researching on the current case you were on, well, more like flirting with each other. Despite the decently big table you chose to sit right next to Sam, your leg brushing up against his every so often which made your heart skip a beat everytime. Sam kept whispering things in your ear, joking around with you about random things just to hear that laugh of yours and how you were covering your mouth so Dean didn’t get annoyed at the fact you two weren’t doing your job.

“He looks like he’s gonna pop, look at how he’s grabbing the gun.” Sam whispered against your hair with a smile. Which caused you to put your head on the table to suppress your laughter. It was true, Dean looked beyond pissed at the two of you for flirting. Especially when he has to hear from both of you how mind numbingly obsessed you both are with eachother yet won’t make it official.

“Right enough jokes, let’s actually do our work.” You said smiling. Sam rolled his eyes playfully before cracking his knuckles and beginning to look through books. That only braught your attention to his hands though, how big his hands were and how every vein seemed to just perfectly aline. It made you wonder was it only his hands that were that bi- NO. You shook yourself out of that, you couldn’t think about Sam in that way. But you also couldn’t stop yourself from saying something.

“Why are your hands so freakishly large.” You said with a small chuckle, you loved teasing him about how tall he was and how he was- your words- built like a tree.

Sam rolled his eyes again, he was so bitchy sometimes. He smiled at you. “My hands are not freakishly large, yours are just freakishly small.”

You gasped dramatically, faking offence. You then put your hand out for him to put his against yours to compare hand sizes. It sent a small wave through Sam, he didn’t know whether you were doing it to purposely touch him or if you were genuinely curious. Either way he didn’t care. He smiled and put his palm against yours. As he did the soft skin of your palm and the rougher skin on Sam’s touched, you were practically holding his hand. Which okay- wasn’t like you were on his lap making out with him- but it still sent a small shiver through you. Sam too, he looked at their hands, then at you. He hadn’t missed the small inaudible gulp you did.

For a moment it’s like the room just went silent, the only thing that mattered was the feel of your hands touching. You found yourself slowly sliding your palm up his, Sam spread his fingers a little all while you two were making eye contact. You were about to intertwine your fingers before you both were taken out of the trance by Dean.

“Hey, love birds! You deaf?” He said gruffly, from the angle Dean was at he couldn’t see your hands touching. All he could see was you two looking at eachother, starry eyed.

You both quickly moved your hands away from eachother and you turned around to look at Dean, who was sat on his bed.

“Hm?” You said casually.

Dean let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head as he gestured towards the laptop in front of you and Sam. “I said did you two actually find anything useful?”

You rolled your eyes in an attempt to control the heat that was rushing to your face. “Relax, Casanova. We’re getting there, you go back to cleaning your pretty toys.” You said playfully, you and Dean were close friends so it was all just friendly banter. As you turned back around to face Sam you saw he was looking you, you quickly looked away as your heart slowly stopped pounding in your chest.

Sam, on the other hand, watched you as you spoke to Dean. He could only see your side profile but you were so beautiful that it took his breath away so when you turned back round he looked away at a book. Trying to play off the fact he’d been caught staring, again. His knee brushed against yours again- whether it was intentional or not, you couldn’t be sure- but it was enough to make your breath hitch for just a second.

But Dean hadn’t missed them looks. “Unbelievable.” He muttered under his breath as he stood up and grabbed his coat. “I’m going out for a beer- i need a break from all the damn cupid bows and love songs.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly as he slammed the door behind him, Sam laughing just because you were- which usually was the case. “He’s so dramatic.” You pointed out. Sam scoffed lightly and smiled, holding your gaze. “Yeah..” He said softly.

For a moment, the room felt too quiet. The air between you was thick, almost heavy, and you could feel the tension hanging there like a thread just waiting to snap. Sam’s eyes were gorgeous, truly. Different shades of greens and browns mixed in to create your new favourite colour. After what felt like 5 hours (it was only around 15 seconds), you looked away and so did Sam as you carried on doing the research. Doing anything to distract yourself from him and how you could practically feel the heat radiating from him because of how close you two were. Sam needed to break the silence, it was too much for him.

He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Can’t blame him for being so dramatic though, we’ve not exactly been productive.” He said with a grin.

You smiled, nudging his knee with yours. “Well maybe if someone stopped distracting me, i’d have done more work.”

He lifted an eyebrow, he loved the playful banter between you both. “Oh so this is my fault now?”

“If the boot fits, Sam.” You quickly shot back, smiling as you turned your attention back to the laptop. But no matter how much you tried to distract yourself it was impossible with Sam Winchester so close to you.

For a few moment the only sound was the soft rustles of pages turning and clicking of a keyboard. But once again, Sam felt the urge to have to speak to you. It was hard for him to be this close to you too, you smelt so good and even when you were doing nothing you were beautiful.

“So…” Sam’s voice softly cut through the silence, slightly teasing. “What’s the deal with my hands?”

You glanced up at him, surprised but smiling. “What do you mean?”

He tilted his head, not being able to control the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. “Earlier- you said my hands were freakishly large. Seems to me you were pretty interested in them.”

A laugh slipped from your lips, it was the truth though, but then again everything about Sam interested you. “I mean, they are big. It’s an observation.”

“Uh-huh.” He leaned forward a little, his voice lower now. “Sounds like you’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

You rolled your eyes, but his teasing and low tone did make your pulse quicken. “Don’t flatter yourself, Winchester.” There wasn’t much bite to your words though.

Sam chuckled lightly and without really thinking you stretched your hand out towards him like earlier. “Still pretty freakish though.” you said with a teasing smile.

He didn’t hesitate to press his palm against yours, his hands dwarfing yours in comparison. His skin was as warm and rough as before, for a moment you both stared at the way your fingers barely lined up with his.

It wasn’t suppose to be serious, it was another way to tease him but the second your hands touched the air shifted like it had before. The teasing faded, replaced by something else. Something unsaid, wanting. Yearning.

“Your hands are really small.” he said softly, his voice quieter not to disturb the moment. His thumb brushed lightly against your pinky as if to test the waters, see how you’d react.

“I-“ you cleared your throat. “Or yours are just huge..” you said quietly back. Your heart pounding in your chest as you saw his eyes flickering from your gaze to your lips, was he about to kiss you?

But he didn’t, instead he pulled back slowly, his fingers slowly slipped from yours as he put his back to his chair again. You tried not to show your disappointment, but Sam could see it in your eyes. It was always there when they had a breathtaking moment like that and he ended it, he just couldn’t let you get too close to him. He couldn’t loose you too.

Sam cleared his throat softly. “We uh.. we should probably focus on the case.”

“Yeah,” You agreed quietly, forcing a smile as an attempt to cover how heavy your heart felt. “You’re right.”

You turned back to your laptop and Sam his book, but you couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. You were so sure he’d lean in, you imagined how his lips would’ve felt against yours. Meanwhile Sam was stealing glances at you, a part of him wishing to god he’d given in too.

But he couldn’t, not now.

And maybe not ever…

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some kind of magic [wandanat]

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pairing: top!natasha romanoff x bottom!wanda maximoff x switch!wanda maximoff

summary: after natasha runs away from her again, wanda comes up with an unconventional plan to get her to admit the truth about her feelings.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> porn with plot; selfcest; dirty talk; clothes stay on because hot; semi-public sex; making out; fingering {wanda receiving}; brief boob play; questionable use of wanda's powers; morally questionable seduction techniques

wordcount: 3k

a/n: HI! part three of OW MY MIND is here and to no one's surprise, i'm already thinking of writing another part. wandanat owns my heart for real. that being said, i'm working on a few new fics that i hope to post soon but we all know uni will most likely kick my ass again soon 😅anyway, i hope you enjoy <3

[part one | part two]

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Natasha should have known better than to walk away from Wanda. Mainly, because it was a shitty thing to do, one that seemed more fitting of a stupid college-age fuck boy than the Russian ex-spy turned Avenger. But, more importantly, the Sokovian wasn't one to take the silent treatment well.

It shouldn't have surprised her, not with the way their relationship had evolved. She was usually good at keeping her distance. At ignoring her own thoughts or feelings about a situation and simply doing her job.

Her job had been simple at some point. Look after the new recruit and make sure she was eating. Maybe help her with her training a little until she was more comfortable with someone like Steve. She wasn't supposed to get attached or look forward to their interactions.

More than anything, she wasn't supposed to fall for her.

Developing feelings for Wanda Maximoff was the stupidest thing she'd ever done. It was also the easiest thing she'd ever done. Something that happened without her meaning to but somehow made perfect sense.

Despite that, though, she wasn't quite ready to admit the truth. To admit how badly she wanted the younger woman. How strongly she started craving her presence, her company. The way the minutes seemed to slow down when they were together, no matter what they were doing.

Jeez, when had she turned into such a sap?

A lot of things had changed for her the past few weeks but the one constant was her dreams about the Sokovian. It seemed like she couldn't get her out of her mind, especially after their sudden kiss.

It had been an admission of some sorts even if she wasn't ready to face the truth. It was easier to deal with her own feelings when she ignored Wanda's. When she pretended she didn't notice the jealous glares she threw her way whenever she sat too close to Steve, laughed too hard at Sam's jokes. It was unnecessary, in her opinion, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy seeing her reactions.

Seeing her struggle to keep the red from overtaking the green in her eyes. Although, the green hue of jealousy made the younger woman look far too breathtaking, in her opinion.

Despite how much she enjoyed the game they were playing, it wasn't enough. Not truly. And the heat that pooled low in her belly when she caught Wanda staring at her during team meetings only made things worse.

So much worse, in fact, that she found herself searching for relief every night. Relief that, ironically, never came.

She wanted to blame the young witch for her little…problem, but she had no proof her mind had been messed with in any way. At least, any supernatural ways. There was unfortunately nothing strange about the way her body seemed to desire Wanda and only Wanda.

Knowing that didn't make her predicament any easier to deal with, though.

Especially when all her dreams revolved around a certain Sokovian (although she was sure that part wasn't entirely her fault).

She was determined to get a good night of sleep, though. Determined to push thoughts of Wanda and her soft lips out of her head for one day. All she needed was just one day.

But of course, the younger woman had other plans.

Unlike Natasha, Wanda was out of patience. She didn't have time for restraint or doubt. The older woman had kissed her back and that was all she needed to know she couldn't give up.

Maybe it was taboo and dangerous and maybe she was an idiot for thinking they could make things work but she didn't care. She couldn't focus on anything besides how…right being with the Widow felt. How easy it was to be with her. To forget the way other people saw her, the way she saw herself, and only care about the affection in the other woman's gaze.

The trust she had in her despite how unstable she could be.

She would be an idiot to not put up a bit of a fight. To let the Russian believe she didn't care. Because the truth was, she did care. And she wanted her unlike anything she'd ever wanted in her life.

Maybe her plan was a little unconventional, certainly more than a little dirty, but she needed to do something to make Natasha accept the truth about their feelings and the desire they couldn't hide anymore.

Or, rather, the desire she was tried of hiding.

As fun as sneaking around could probably be, it didn't work if they weren't on the same page about things. They needed to be honest and the only way to get the older woman to be honest with her was this plan.

A plan she was more than a little excited to put into place.

So, when Natasha retired to bed after a long, tedious, team meeting, she decided to stop beating around the bush. Sure, she'd never tried to manipulate someone's dreams before but how hard could it be?

Not to mention, she was sure if she didn't do it now, she would chicken out and lose her chance completely. It wasn't like her to lose her nerve so quickly but there was always some apprehension around using her powers on someone she cared about. Even if it was for pleasure…she couldn't stop the guilt that made a home in her chest.

It was no match for her stubbornness, though.

That was why, that very same night, she found herself locked in her room, her mind clear of anything but Natasha as she focused on reaching out to her. Stepping into her mind without her knowledge.

Natasha should have known something was up the second her dream started morphing into something else.

One second, she's dreaming about her and Wanda being locked in the meeting room and the next, she's in some sort of party scene. There's a weird haze around the other people at the party and she walks around, she realizes how aware she is of her own movements. Of her reactions.

She's half a second away from forcing herself to wake up when she spots Wanda emerging from the sea of random people filling the scene before her. Somehow, even though it's nothing but a dream, she can still feel her heart skip a beat at the sight of her. The red dress the younger woman is wearing hugs her curves perfectly, reminding her of all the beautiful inches of skin that lay beneath the fabric.

Natasha wants so badly to snap herself out of it. To force herself to open her eyes and run away once more. But then Wanda is walking closer, erasing the space between them with a sly smile.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me."

The Sokovian's voice seems to bounce around her whole brain, rattling her thoughts and leaving her far more defenseless that she'd like to be.

"Who says I'm not?" She replies.

"Mainly that weird look on your face."

Natasha couldn't stop the scoff that left her lips. "I do not look weird."

Her reaction only made Wanda's smirk widen, her hand reaching out to cup her face. Even though every logical part of her brain told her to move away, she was stuck in place. Drawn to whatever game the smirking woman seems to be playing with her.

"You're cute when you're huffy."

Natasha's shoulders tense slightly. She's been called a lot of things in her life. Traitor. Cruel. Heartless. Killer.

Not cute.

Never cute.

And yet, Wanda says the word like it's nothing. Like she doesn't see the blood on her hands when she looks at her. Almost like it doesn't matter to her.

Natasha doesn't put her thoughts into words, though. She simply huffs again and allows her hands to rest on the younger woman's waist. "You're so annoying."

"Then why do you want to kiss me right now?"

The question itself is annoying enough but the eyebrow raise only makes it worse. Mainly, because she's completely right. And nothing is more annoying than having to admit defeat.

"My dream, my rules," she says before pulling Wanda in closer and dipping her head down to connect their lips.

It's only during the kiss that she realizes what's going on. Not only is she aware that she's dreaming but every touch, every word, is more intense than usual. Charged with an energy that goes beyond the normal.

Natasha forces herself to pull away, ignoring the whine of protest that escapes the Sokovian's lips, and stares down with a nonthreatening glare. "Why are you in my head, little witch?"

Wanda can't even pretend to be surprised that she's been caught. "Because you keep running away from me."

As much as she hates to admit it, the younger woman makes a good point.

"So your solution is to invade my dreams?" She asks, not so subtly side-stepping the conversation they really need to have.

"You made me desperate."

Natasha sucks in a breath, tilting her head to the side in a hopeless attempt to ignore the desire swimming between them. The desperation she can feel simmering beneath the surface of her own skin.

"That doesn't sound like my problem," she says, her voice wavering slightly.

Instead of being disheartened, Wanda takes her words as a challenge. A challenge that she knows will end badly for her, if the head tilt thrown her way is any indication.

"I think you're right, 'Tasha," the younger woman says, taking a small step back. "Maybe I'm the solution to my problem."

Natasha's in the middle of questioning her when Wanda lifts her hand, tendrils of red magic swirling around her fingers. In the blink of an eye, the dream shifts once more. It's slightly disorienting but the leather beneath her helps her refocus her senses as she realizes she's now sitting on a large couch in the middle of the room with Wanda next to her.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as her focus on not one but two Wandas. Identical red dresses clinging to identical curves.

It takes her another second to realize where their hands are.

The Widow forces herself to swallow back a groan at the sight of them. The relaxed ease with which they kiss each other, the slow yet determined movement of their hands against each other, the obvious way they ignore her to focus on each other.

She wants to question the younger woman, pretend like she doesn't know exactly what she's doing. Her voice fails her, though. All her thoughts are stolen away by the show they're putting on for her.

It really shouldn't be as attractive as it is.

The two Wandas pull away from each other and turn to look at her, identical smirks grazing their faces. "Cat got your tongue, 'Tasha?"

"Shut up," she forces herself to say. "You're playing dirty."

"I always am," the other Wanda replies. "Don't act like you don't like it."

It would have been so easy to get caught up in the banter. To act like she truly was annoyed, like she didn't care about what was going on, about the sinful arousal that came with every action.

Unfortunately for her and her sanity, Natasha didn't want easy. She didn't want to forget the taste of the younger woman's lips, the feeling of her hands on her body, the sound of her voice in her ear, whispering things that would make a holy man blush 50 different shades of red.

"Maybe I do," she whispers, her admittance far too loud even in the crowded room.

It's not much, not really, but it seems to be exactly what the two Sokovians want to hear. Her Wanda (at least, she thinks it's her Wanda, it's hard to tell when her clone looks exactly the same as her) leans further against her side, her legs falling open as she guides the other's hand up her leg. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

All Natasha can do is watch as the other Wanda's hand slides beneath the hem of her dress, her fingers disappearing from view. It doesn't take a genius to figure out where exactly those deft fingers go.

The two Wandas lean in toward each other, lips locking together before the Widow can even attempt to question them again. On some level, she knows it's wrong. Knows she should be appalled, maybe jealous. But she's not.

She's utterly captivated by the display…and far too aroused for her own good.

It's not like she can be blamed, watching the object of her desires making out with a copy of herself would make anyone lose their mind…right?

Maybe if she was a better person she would have walked away.

But it was a dream, no one besides them would ever know what they were doing, what they wanted to do.

So, she did exactly what the younger woman had been hoping for.

She gave in.

One of Natasha's hands grips Wanda's exposed thigh, helping her drape her leg over her lap and expose more of herself to her greedy gaze. The other Wanda's fingers don't skip a beat and she watches the telltale signs of her pumping in and out of the other woman's cunt.

A strangled gasp leaves the Sokovian next to her as she pulls away from the kiss, her hand gripping Natasha's wrist. "'Tasha-"

"Do you always moan my name when other people fuck you?" Natasha asks, her words slipping out effortlessly.

Both Wanda's moan in unison, identical hips bucking up. "You're the only one who fucks me."

"That's not very nice to say." She leans in until her lips brush the younger woman's ear. "Other you is working so hard to make you feel good."

Her words are filthy and exactly what the Sokovian wants to hear. That beautiful snap of the Russian's control as she finally gives in. As she takes back control from her.

"Fuck," Wanda groans under her breath, tilting her head back as her clone litters kisses down her jaw and to her neck.

Natasha's attention is completely captured by the other Wanda and the ease that guides her movements. Almost like she knows exactly what the other woman wants before she can even think to speak it outloud. It shouldn't be surprising since they're the same person but it's still incredible to watch.

The Widow's fingers slowly dance their way between the younger woman's thighs, barely grazing her sensitive clit. Instead of giving the more desperate of the two her attention, though, she instructs the other woman. "Why don't you play with her nipples, sweetheart? She makes the sweetest sounds when she gets sensitive."

All Wanda can do is whine in response, back arching before she even knows what she's doing. The other version of herself grins against her skin before her free hand moves to her chest, sliding down the top of her dress as much as she can before her fingers are attaching to one of her nipples and pinching.

The stimulation makes her buck up into their fingers until she's practically grinding against them, chasing more pleasure. "Please don't stop-"

"Don't worry, baby, we won't stop until you can't take it anymore," Natasha whispers, her tone far too sweet for what she's saying.

"And even then, we probably won't stop," the other Wanda finishes her thought for her, a wicked grin on her face.

"Fuck-" Wanda hisses, her hips moving erratically as Natasha's fingers apply more pressure to her clit. "I'm gonna cum."

"Already? Guess you were more desperate than I thought."

"Please, 'Tasha."

It takes her an extra second to realize what Wanda's asking for. It shouldn't surprise her but she's not used to seeing the Sokovian so…submissive. It suits her better than she could have imagined.

"I'm right here, Wands," she murmurs. "Cum for me. Show me how good you can be for me."

Those words are Wanda's undoing. Both of her hands grip different wrists, her nails digging into their skin as her head falls back, strings of curses and whimpers falling out of her lips.

Natasha's sure she's never seen someone look so beautiful before.

Both her and the other Wanda slow down their movements until the Sokovian's shaking subsides slightly, the aftershocks of her orgasm dulling out into softer pleasure.

Praise flows out of her mouth before she can think twice about it. Her lips are everywhere she can reach. Wanda's cheek, her jaw, the side of her nose. Everywhere her lips touch, she murmurs sweet words of reassurance. Words that remind them just how real what they're doing is.

The other Wanda isn't satisfied being left out of the moment, though. She leans in too, stealing the other woman's lips before Natasha can kiss her. There's a tenderness to the moment that stops her from complaining.

When the two Wandas pull away, their gazes lock onto the Russian. She's just about to suggest round two when the edges of her vision start going blurry.

"Wanda," she says. "Don't tell me you're going to run away too."

"I'm not," the younger woman replies, her words almost a promise. "I'll come to you. We need to talk."

"Understatement of the year," she murmurs as her vision grows fuzzier, the dream slowly disappearing from her mind.

When Natasha's eyes open, there's a strong ache between her legs and a heaviness in her chest. It's not quite regret or disappointment. She's actually not sure what it is. She just knows she needs to figure things out.

She needs to be honest with Wanda for once.

All she can do is hope they're on the same page about what they want.

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— as always these are in the first draft stages so parts and pieces may change as we see fit.

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BANGCHAN has been your rival since FBI school, but when he dropped out to become a bodyguard you thought that was the last time you had to see his infuriating face again. That is until four years later, you've made a nice spot at the top of the FBI food chain when tragedy strikes. You were kidnapped and left for dead by the infamous Kaelthos, but now you're back—and you're not alone. What are you going to do when your supervisor sends you back to Thanatos Tower clad in a masquerade mask and your new bodyguard—bangchan.

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CHANGBIN and you had a planned date night, but girlhood of course had to slap you in the stomach, cramps beyond belief and so you asked to stay in and Changbin was more than happy to do that with you.

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HYUNJIN has been there throughout it all. From the moment you stumbled upon him during a midnight walk, pacing back and forth with your first draft in hand to finding you atop a rooftop in the middle of seoul, sobbing after a crippling rejection from your dream publisher—hyunjin has been there throughout it all; yet you have never talked to him long enough to figure out his name. You don''t have to, you follow the red string.

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HAN JISUNG has never lost a race. Throned King of Tokyo's Midnight Circuit when he was 17, he hasn't lost the title since—that is until you come into town. You were a fucking icon, utterly anonymous yet beloved by racers all around the world, known for your pink flaming-heart glasses and electric nickname, Neon. Nobody knows who you are or where you came from, but when you wittfully correct his accidental slip-up one night, he quickly realizes two things: you were impossible to flirt with and he's no longer the best racer in town. What will happen when the Queen of Cali challenges the King of Tokyo to a race? Who say's Tokyo can't have a queen too?

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LEE FELIX was your new bodyguard, and you hated his guts. In a world where all humans are expendable hate was your only shield from pain. Now you're 5,956 miles from home, landing in Seoul South Korea with your infuriatingly perfect bodyguard on a very important mission—locate and eliminate the man responsible for sending your father's worst criminals to prison. Will you be able to keep it together, seeing felix every day for the next year? There's so much that could go wrong. You can't fall in love with him, he can't fall in love with you—that would be apocalypse.

Your lips, my lips Apocalypse Go and sneak us through the rivers Flood is rising up on your knees Oh, please Come out and haunt me, I know you want me

—Cigarettes After Sex, Apocalypse.

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But we couldn't go very far 'Cause you locked your keys in your car So you sat and stared at my lips And I could already feel your kiss

—Troye Sivan, Strawberries & Cigarettes

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I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh-huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and

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🎧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⟶ shy!lee know, highschool!au, fluff, cute-awkward moments

🎧 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⟶ marriage!au, fluff, period comfort

🎧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ red string theory, angst, hurt and comfort, author!reader, idol!hyunjin, strangers to lovers, very emotional

🎧 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ⟶ mafia!au, bodyguard!au, enemies to lovers, heavy forbidden love, found family, mystery!au, hurt and comfort, action

🎧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⟶ bf!seungmin, fluff, nervous seungmin

🎧 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟶ dating!au, fluff x 1000.

⊹☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ music to my eyes's taglist ₊˚｡

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[hhowell12]

Lately I'm having daily experiences with shifting. And if not, weekly. My self from 6 months ago would be so proud of me right now.

I may not have "fully" shifted, but I'm getting closer to my desired reality. Every day is progress, and I couldn't be happier.

I'm gonna tell you my experience from last night. Yesterday I was trying the idgaf method, so whatever happened I didn't gave a fuck. It was a good day anyways, but idgaf. It took me just one day w this method to shift last night.

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I went to bed and, since there was noise in my house because it was quite early, I couldn't sleep, so I started to imagine my arrival at my DR (I'm going to The Maze Runner, so I started to think about the box and all that stuff). A little while later, I noticed some earrings falling out. I WASN'T WEARING ANY EARRINGS IN MY CR, so just with that I have shifted, but there's more... I didn't hear any noise from my CR, although I don't know if I remember being in my bed or not. In short, I feel myself beginning to rise. Not as if my soul were rising, but as if my body were rising. If you haven't seen the movie, the box I wake up in goes up at high speed to reach the glade, so that was it. I remember seeing things like I was dizzy; the typical thing where you don't know if you're dreaming or not. In that moment I noticed how my other earring fell off. I saw, not heard, the crate doors open and watched Newt enter. At that moment, I returned to my CR. I heard my parents talking again and all the other noises, and I also noticed my heart beating faster.

I was very happy: I hadn't had many symptoms, as usual, and I observed for quite a while. I woke up in my CR, but guess what? I didn't give a fuck HEH so I imagined myself rising again and noticed it for a few seconds. It happened a couple of times. I started thinking in English and the word "hype" came to mind, and immediately afterward I started rising again, observing things again. I don't know why, but I came back to this reality. But I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. I'm so happy ngl

[mushroomsneedystuff]

Timeskip!UA Teacher!Izuku, Healer!UA Nurse!Reader

CW: smut (obviously), in Izuku's personal office, cream pie, unprotected (wrap it up beforehand yall. we don't want accidental pregnancies irl), mentions of highschool (but smut starts when you're both mid 20s), reader has a pussy (but no mention of gender)

*Feel free to tell me how to improve writing. I suck at it lol*

How did helping out the heroics teacher with grading turn into this?

You were helping Teacher!Izuku with grading since you luckily didn't have much work to do throughout the school day of being UA's new healer. You couldn't stop looking at each other, the tension growing between you both since the start of the school year. You both vaguely knew each other back from your UA days, and he was a frequent visitor of the nurse's office.

You used to help out Recovery Girl, aiming to be a healer based hero rather than someone out on the field. You were always in Recovery Girl's office, learning from her and helping her with minor injuries such as bruising and small, harmless cuts. You also took it upon yourself to try to spend time with the fellow students who had to stay and rest after Recovery Girl's quirk was used.

Izuku Midoriya was one of the main culprits of Recovery Girl's quirk. That boy got hurt more times than all the UA staff could count on their fingers and toes combined. You and Izuku both started to get to know each other better, and you were one of the first people to see him once he came back to UA for shelter after his vigilante arc.

Now, you're both back in UA. Izuku is the new heroics teacher, grumbling about students who "didn't know how to control themselves" while you understood fully well what he meant. You were the one to heal those who he specifically mentioned.

The tension through your school days had built up for years, and it was almost laughable how quickly you found yourself melting at his voice, at his gaze, at his sarcasm. It'd be funny if it didn't get you in your current predicament.

You were so easily picked up by him. Even if he couldn't be a "proper" pro hero anymore, he still had the body and build of one. He still went to the gym weekly, if not daily, and you weighed less than a feather in his eyes. Your body, held close to his and laid down onto his desk so perfectly, felt hot. Really, really hot.

Whether it was from the swarm of lust in your stomach or because his heated gaze was setting you on fire from the inside out was completely unknown. Both seem like fair guesses.

It didn't take long for the clothes to fall off, the office door locked securely. His pants were hazardously pushed down, yours completely discarded God knows where on the floor.

His cock was eagerly getting pushed through your wet cunt. It was perfect, both of you getting lost in the pleasure and letting go of the built up tension. His hips piston against yours, reminding you exactly of why he was a contender for being a Top 3 Hero in just his second year. His thumb fit so perfectly right up against your aching clit, making you dizzy enough to let out breathless moans of his name.

Any other thought except Izuku was completely gone from your brain. What were you even doing before? Did it have something to do with the scattered, ungraded tests on the floor? At this point, who fucking cared. Izuku's cock, stretching your walls so perfectly that it left you whining and moaning 'more' and 'too much' all at once, had completely scattered your sense of self anyways.

Grunts and groans of apologies leave the greenettes lips, but he didn't mean them. Why would he apologize for the reason of being able to finally hear his favorite symphony? Admittedly, he's been dreaming of it like he was a hormonal teenage boy since the first sight of you at the staff meeting weeks before the school year started. Every apology he said, it was really a thank you. A thank you for letting him feel your warm, tight cunt around his cock, and a thank you for letting him absolutely destroy you from the inside out.

His lips couldn't decide where to stay: on your lips, sucking your tongue, sucking and nipping at your neck and collarbone, glued to your breasts... There was just so many places he never wanted to pull away from, there were so many different things he wanted to try with your body (with your consent, of course).

He was fucking you like he couldn't decide if he absolutely despised you because you kept his precious pussy away from him or if he was so utterly in love with you because he finally had you in his arms and your his pussy was squelching lewdly with every thrust he gifted it.

It doesn't matter though, he'll have fucked you stupid and made love to you by the time the sun rises tomorrow.

The sight of your pussy squirting around his cock as he stills and cums deep inside you was just the alarm he needed to know it was time to bring his precious little healer home.

[dailykafka]

Well, I have finally gotten around to reading the apparently-infamous slash fic about Kafka and Oskar Pollak. I am pleasantly surprised to find that it is actually quite tasteful and even humorous at times!

From the last chapter: “But what does it mean, he thinks, when he speaks to Oskar in a way which is even quieter, even more genuine, even more real, even more hopeful— As if the sky could shatter like glass and fall to their feet and it wouldn’t matter, as if they could be told that every last one of their dreams and wishes are altogether futile and pointless and still they would try and try again. What does it mean, when you speak to man like lover?

—And he would ask himself again, again and again and again, and everyone else in the world would ask it too, centuries past and centuries forward: what does it mean, when you speak to man like lover?

What does it mean, when you speak to man like lover?”

Also, the author of the fic (who is apparently a 13-year-old girl) gets sent to the mental hospital like immediately after uploading the first chapter and then uploads the second one immediately after she gets out. I was cracking up. Historical RPF is definitely not my thing but hey, I was curious 😂

The last part😭😭 lmaoo

[double-vandammage]

Title: Wet Dream

Word Count: 1,640

Ship: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

Tags/Warnings: Bret POV, Masturbation, Masturbation in Shower, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Fantasizing

Also posted to my a03: aa_beatrix

Summary: Bret Hart finds out and attempts to put a stop to Shawn Michaels Playgirl Magazine Shoot. The confrontation does not turn out the way he imagined it would.

Note: I have been struggling to write a new Hartbreak/BretShawn fic since the last time I posted one, which was in Oct. 2024! Unacceptable! My sis taydaq told me I should try to work around the 1997 Playgirl magazine which I’m sure you have all seen by now. 😘 My sis even bought a copy of it. Lol! I looked through it and I’m just not a fan of the *penis* (It’s still difficult for me to even write about one haha), but Shawn’s pages are nice. ❤️ I also took inspiration from Shawn’s heart tub video if you catch it. 😜

ANYWAY. I had fun writing this and I hope you have fun reading it! Thank you for your support! It nourishes and hydrates me!

Bret couldn’t let him do it. He had heard about the Playgirl magazine shoot in the locker room. Shawn had been ridiculed, but the younger man was proud to receive the offer. Shawn felt it would elevate his image toward his female fans, but Bret suspected it would attract the wrong type of crowd. They weren’t friends anymore, but he had to prevent Shawn from losing his last shred of self respect. He drove to the site where Shawn was scheduled to meet with Playgirl. The person he spoke with said Shawn was already in the locker room preparing and they hadn’t started yet. Bret swung the door open, ready to confront Shawn but he wasn’t there. He checked the changing area and toilets before he heard the sound of running water.

He walked toward the communal showers and saw the steam wafting out. He was about to announce himself when the steam cleared, revealing none other than Shawn Michaels. Hot water and soap gliding down his naked body. Bret had never thought of Shawn as anything more than a friend, rival, or purely just an asshole. However, as he took in the way Shawn tilted his head to let the water rinse his hair and fall down his back, Bret felt a strange sensation pooling in his gut. His breath hitched as he watched Shawn then slowly drag his fingers through his long blonde hair. Lathered shampoo dripping along his broad shoulders.

Bret had no idea how much time had passed before Shawn wiped the water from his face and noticed him staring. He wanted to avert his gaze, but his body was frozen in place. Shawn said nothing, but rather his lips curled into a bold smile. Shit, Bret thought. Shawn was in his element, he now had an audience. He grabbed a bar of soap from its tray and began softly scrubbing at his chest. Bubbles began to form on his skin. Shawn slid the soap bar down to his stomach before letting it trail the top of his pelvis. He purposely dropped it to the tile and Bret watched dumbly as it skidded across the wet floor. He glanced back up to Shawn who had begun rubbing the soap around his thighs.

This was absurd, he needed to leave. Shawn was fucking with him. Any minute now the Heartbreak Kid would laugh and say got ya. Bret was subjected to Shawn’s stripper antics on the regular and not once did he ever believe him to be a sexy boy. That production always made him angry. He had every intention of discontinuing this foolish charade of Shawn’s, but Shawn had impeccable timing and turned to face the wall of the shower. He ran his hands to the backs of his thighs and gradually up his ass. The heart tattoo had caught his attention, something he had also seen many times before. Much to his surprise, now was the first time he felt compelled to bite it.

Shawn’s hands traveled in reverse up his stomach and chest. He gathered his hair and tossed it over his right shoulder, presenting his muscular back. Bret watched mesmerized as the falling water traced every inch of Shawn’s backside. Bret gulped, he was beginning to burn up. He lied to himself and chalked it up to the locker room becoming muggy from the hot shower. Shawn peered over his shoulder, a smirk in his direction as if it was an invite. Shawn turned again to face him, but this time extended his arm out and crooked his index finger towards Bret. Beckoning him.

Shawn was hard. Maybe this wasn’t just a game. Shawn wanted him and somehow he knew Bret wanted him too. He suddenly became fully aware they were in a public space and anyone could just walk in. Playgirl would have a field day if they caught The Hitman and the Heartbreak Kid going at it in a locker room shower. The headlines practically wrote themselves. He continued to protest and keep his distance which didn’t appear to phase Shawn at all. Shawn merely sighed in defeat and instead moved his extended hand to his mouth to lick at his own fingers and palm, then he began to touch himself.

He gawked helplessly as Shawn pumped his cock slowly. For a split second he imagined himself saying to hell with it and kneeling down in front of Shawn’s warm soaked body, taking his dick in his mouth. His gaze moved back up to Shawn’s face, their eyes meeting. Shawn’s eyes were half lidded and glazed over, pure bliss overtaking him. “Oh Bret. Come on baby.” He coaxed. Bret could feel his own pants beginning to tighten. Shawn had leaned against the wall of the shower and closed his eyes. “Bret…” he whimpered, biting his bottom lip. Shawn saying his name was definitely another attempt at enticing him into the shower and it was close, too damn close. It took every ounce of willpower he had to resist pawing himself through the front of his jeans.

“Shawn, cut it out already. Someone is going to catch you.” he pleaded. “I think you mean��someone is going to catch…us.” Shawn corrected, panting. “You wouldn’t be the first wrestler who sucked me off.” He added teasing. Bret’s cheeks began to burn, he had an idea of who. “I can tell from your expression you already know…and yes…” Shawn said, his hand still sliding up and down his slick member. “Hunter.” Bret squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to envision God damn Hunter Hearst Helmsley going down on Shawn. He always reserved a piece of jealousy towards the man, he never anticipated it was because of a shared sexual desire for Shawn. “And Kevin…and Sid…and Goldie…and Razor…” Shawn purred, pouring salt into the wound.

Bret’s eyes snapped back open, ”Jesus Christ.” He exhaled. “You also fuck any of ‘em?” He asked a little too quickly. Shawn grinned, knowing he hit a sore spot. “I got fucked.” Bret had heard enough and preferred to skip exactly which fellow superstar got lucky. “You know what? Go ahead. Shoot the damn magazine. I’m gone.” He spat. Shawn was unfazed and clearly didn’t believe him. “When I’m alone at night…I think of you.” He groaned. “I bet your mouth feels so good Hitman…” his pace became faster. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have you between my legs.” Shawn choked between breaths. Bret’s own erection throbbed painfully against the fabric of his pants.

Bret too had been guilty of envisioning other WWF counterparts when he was flying solo and feeling lonely. In times of self reflection now it certainly wouldn't be difficult to imagine Shawn sprawled out on a hotel mattress, alone in the dark with his own dirty thoughts. So why wasn’t he jumping at the chance to get a little bit wet with the Heartbreak Kid? He may as well have had a tiny angel and devil Shawn on his shoulders arguing. He was already fanning the flames by watching Shawn’s live sex show. He heard his answer through the echo of Shawn’s mangled cry as he came, silky strands of cum quickly rinsed away. Did he think Shawn’s cock was going to wait all day for Bret’s indecision?

The sound of the shower littering the tiled floor drowned everything out as he focused on the conclusion of Shawn’s elation. The cut of his hips jerked sporadically with the aftershock of his orgasm, his dick still firmly pressed into his palm. Shawn’s free hand wiped splashes of water from his face. He turned around and faced the shower head straight on, letting a final stream of hot water cleanse his body. “I may not have figured you out Mr. RoleModel, but I sure as hell know this isn’t over.” Shawn said as he turned the shower knob off. He walked out of the shower area, grabbing a white towel to wrap around his waist. Shawn stood close enough for him to smell the flowery shampoo and body wash, causing a cruel urge to drag his tongue along Shawn’s dewy skin. “I hope you enjoyed this rare look into my life.” Shawn said, flashing a lop-sided grin.

An unknown voice abruptly cut through the locker room. “You all set Mr. Michaels?” Realizing he still had an erection, Bret swiftly stepped and turned away from Shawn. “Shit.” He muttered. Shawn glanced in the direction of the stranger’s voice, “Yes ma’am. Just giving my friend here a sneak peek of the spread.” He shouted. Bret turned his head so fast toward Shawn he could have broken his neck. “Shut up you jackass!” he whispered through clenched teeth. The woman entered with her crew, “Okay Mr. Michaels we’ll start here.” She said, motioning to a camera man he was clear to set up. “Oh and your friend will need to leave.” She added. “Understood. He was just leaving.” Shawn replied with a wink.

Bret pulled the collar of his jacket high in an effort to leave without his identity being noticed, but was easily recognized by the unnamed woman. “Bret Hart!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. He stopped short, his stomach dropping. “How about you join your wrestling companion? The fans would love it.” She asked. “Yeah Bret, how about it?” Shawn pressed, crossing his arms and a huge smile on his face. “Oh, um, no thanks.” He mumbled in response before hastily running out of the locker room. He returned to his car and sat for a few breaths with his head against the steering wheel. He stared at his feet dumbstruck with the realization he never told Shawn why he was there in the first place.

With all the energy he could summon he cried, “What the fuck!?”

[lunarharp]

fwee top 5 things i had fun with this year :-)

[icharchivist]

@sandetigerrr tagged me to shuffle my on repeat playlist and post the first 10 song

and i rarely do tagged games but when it comes to music i will because i'm going to make it everyone's problem

and should mention i've only been looping my Solas' playlist lately so I guess that's a warning that comes with it

I'm Your Man - Mitski

Amber - Koethe

Heaven or Hell - Digital Daggers

Mr Magic - Reliqa

Sorry - Nothing but Thieves

Breath of a Life - Florence + The Machine

Falling Slowly - Glen Hansad, Markéta Irglovà

Forsaken - Within Temptation

The Truth Beneath the Rose - Within Temptation

Your World Will Fail - Les Friction

and yeah that sounds like me alright.

tagging huh. now that's always the hard part.

@aranarumei, of course. @nadejdaro if u want. @crimsonshadesblog. And honestly anyone who may feel like it i never know who to tag

Thanks for the tag <3333 im normal about music

[velvetjune]

the chapter songs in Alan Wake 2,, flawless