#but the whole ankle is the whole forehead and Idk how to explain more

[kotakunnn]

Kaveh('s forehead) doodles

[detectivehannibal]

Desk Dreams

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Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Smut...lol have fun.

A/N: Testing my smut writing skills I see...I tried to weasel Will into this, but I’d hardly consider this a Will oneshot. I struggled so hard with this smh.

Requested by: @no-homo-hank

Prompt: also.. if i may request something sm*tty. personally i think your writing is so good. soo maybe something in his office yk yk like if the reader has a *sexy* dream about him,, and she has to tell him,, idk idk and only if you’re comfortable with it ofc! thanks :)

Word Count: 1,697

“Is it so wrong to change things up a little?”

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You couldn’t get it out of your head. The images, the sounds, the touches, the smells. You had tried to shake it off all morning. You had brewed an extra strong cup of coffee hoping to rid your conscious of the less than appropriate dream from the night before, but to no avail. You never really had dreams, and you especially didn’t have such scandalous ones. On top of that, you definitely never had sex dreams about your therapist. 

Sure, you found him attractive in more ways than just his striking intelligence. However, the thought of anything that wasn’t purely professional had never crossed your mind. You knew what Hannibal thought about dreams. He had mentioned to you before that they are often a crucial tell-tale of a person’s mental state most of the time. That was the part you couldn’t figure out.

What did having such a racy dream mean for you?

You pondered the thought on your way to your session. You desperately wished that you didn’t have to go today, but you knew you’d be questioned about it next session if you canceled. You entered his office’s waiting room, there were no other patients at that time. You weren’t surprised, considering most people tried to push for the afternoon appointments. You took your normal seat, knowing that Dr. Lecter and Will Graham would be finished shortly. Will Graham’s appointments were always before yours, and you always noted how Will always looked as if his brain had been completely picked apart when he exited.

You often wondered what sort of things they talked about.

Sure enough, the door opened a few minutes later, Hannibal seeing Will out of his office. 

“I will see you soon, Will.” Hannibal said to Will, who had pretty much already ended the conversation. 

Will spotted you waiting and actually offered a smile. He didn’t know you outside of the waiting room, but well enough to know your name and speak to you.

“Hello, [Y/N],” He greeted, leaning in slightly; “He’s acting strangely today.” He whispered.

You gave him a confused look, but returned the greeting before he dashed off and out of the building. What did he mean by “acting strangely”? There was only one way to find out. 

“[Y/N], are you ready?” Hannibal asked, inviting you into his office.

You nodded, entering swiftly. When you passed by him, a familiar scent enriched your nose. The smell of his cologne was exquisite and suddenly sparked your memory of the dream from the night before. So that was what you smelled in the dream. You had never paid attention to it before. 

Speaking of the dream, it was suddenly all you could think about. You sat in one of his chairs, immediately striking Hannibal as out of character. He decided to hold off on mentioning it yet. 

“Good morning. How are you?” He asked, sitting in the chair in front of you.

Your leg bounced anxiously as you found yourself in a trance, raking over his features. Had his hair always been so nice? Were his eyes always so enticing? You caught his gaze, waiting for you to give an answer.

“Huh? Oh! I’m doing well.” You said, beginning to feel a heat creep over your cheeks.

His hand briefly went up to his collar to readjust his tie. You basically stopped yourself from salivating. His hands were...so perfect. 

“You’re nervous.” He announced.

You denied. You denied hard. You would not let him through to you today. You’d die of embarrassment.

“Nope. Not nervous,” You said, visibly nervous; “What makes you say that?”

His expression was calculating. He was soaking you up like a sponge to sink water, taking everything in to be squeezed out again.

“For starters, you’re sitting. You usually walk around during our sessions,” He noted; “Secondly, your entire demeanor is tense.” 

Your leg stopped bouncing and you slowly stood from your chair, you began to try and walk as you normally did, but it ended up being more of a pace. 

“Is it so wrong to change things up a little?” You asked as casually as possible.

He looked so good in that light blue shirt. 

“No, but there’s always a reason for such change.” He bantered.

You shot him a look. It was hard to get anything past him. 

“I just...” You tried to come up with an excuse, but turned up short. 

He waited patiently, his gaze never leaving yours. You sighed in defeat. 

“Dreams are normal, right?” You asked, preparing to bite the bullet.

He nodded simply.

“Certainly.” 

You chewed your lip in thought, careful with how you approached this. You fiddled with the hem of your sweater.

“I had a rather interesting dream last night,” You confessed; “It wasn’t anything I had ever experienced.”

He was listening intently, not quite following what you were getting at.

“What did you dream about?” He prompted.

You felt a sudden rise in your throat. This was painful to admit.

“Well, you were in me- uh, I mean...in it.” You said, mentally cursing at yourself for your embarrassing slip up.

A wave of realization was clear on his face as he connected the dots. You wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die.

“[Y/N], I can assure you that sexual fantasy dreams are quite normal.” He said in an attempt to comfort you.

You groaned miserably, burying your face in your hands. You were humiliated. You’d have to request a different therapist. Maybe even seek out a totally different counseling practice.

“Dreams often must be explored to be understood. Tell me more about the content of this dream.” He requested calmly.

Your blood went hot. What? Why did he want to know that? You looked to him, surprised to see that he was completely serious. You rubbed your palms together nervously.

“I came in for my usual session. The energy was different. You were looking at me in a way you don’t usually,” You explained; “The conversation took a turn and...we had sex.”

His expression remained unchanged, but you weren’t close enough yet to see the fire in his eyes. He stood from his seat and took slow strides over towards you. You were sure he could hear your thumping heart.

“How was I looking at you?” He questioned, his voice thick and smooth.

That’s when you saw the riled up glaze in his eyes. A sudden wave of emotion and arousal crashed over you. This was really going to happen.

“Just like you are now.” You breathed out.

Instantly, his lips were on yours. Passionate and needy, but steady and calculated too. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you towards his desk. He shimmied you onto the cool, dark wood and allowed you to remove his suit blazer. 

Your mind was racing, but your movements were faster. You untucked his dress shirt from his pants while his fingertips worked on unbuttoning your jeans. It was a hot, heavy silence as the two of you stripped down enough to get the job done. His mouth was hot on your neck once your pants were casted aside, sucking a hickey on your most sensitive spot. 

“Dr. Lecter, I...” You trailed off, your mind too clouded with pleasure to offer any kind of sentence.

This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. You were thankful for patient-doctor confidentiality. 

“Hannibal.” He corrected, unbuckling his belt and getting his pants down to his ankles.

Woah. First name basis. That was new. Hannibal really seemed to know his way around a woman. You found that rather shocking.

“Is this your means of dream exploration?” You joked, giving a breathy laugh.

“Something like that.” He replied.

He pulled himself from his boxers, stroking a few times before gingerly pushing himself inside of you. A synchronized moan drew from the both of you as he pushed through your walls, traveling as deep as he could go. He pushed your back down onto the desk, watching you sprawl out desperately for him.

He began with slow thrusts to allow you to adjust to his length, but hit the sweetest of spots each time he went back in. He grasped one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist so he could get a better angle. He had one hand on your throat, wrapped firmly but not uncomfortably. 

“Hannibal, please. Faster.” You begged, your tone coming out as a whine.

He hummed in response, his pace beginning to pick up. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as the sounds of skin and rattling desk objects echoed in your ears. He admired the way your eyes glassed over in pleasure, his own forehead beginning to break out into a sweat. 

“Was this how your dream played out?” He asked, the slightest bit of strain in his voice; “On my desk...in the middle of a session.”

You nodded in response, but that wasn’t enough.

“Use your words.” He ordered, slamming back into you again.

“Yes.” You groaned out.

“Good girl.” He praised, moving his pace even faster.

This wasn’t how he’d usually pleasure a woman. He preferred something a little more timed out and slow, but you needed something spontaneous and fast. He could feel it radiating off of you. Your mind bounced back and forth from the dream to this present moment. This was too good to be true.

Your legs tightened around his waist, signaling to him that you were awfully close. He himself felt a twitch, looks like you were going to both finish on time. He continued to pound into you, your moans relentlessly sounding out into the air. Your high-pitched, surprised gasp alerted your release, his own spilling out just a few moments later. 

Your moans and sounds dwindled into heavy breathing, your chests heaving to catch up. He collapsed onto your shaky frame, your hand resting in his hair. You could barely comprehend what had just happened. You suddenly had a whole new reason to come to therapy. Hannibal lifted his head, pride written all over his face.

“I think...we’ll pick this back up next week.”

[lilkermit14]

Jay is from the show Red Widow and unfortunately he's not really known 😅 At first I wanted to ask for Jack but I had no idea of ​​the details for the story... Maybe he had to leave reader because of his job, but he loves her too much and decides to come back and find out that she is pregnant (a baby girl) I know, it's not original but i can't imagine anything else for this charming cowboy 🥺

Whole (Jack Daniels x Fem!reader)

Notes: Idk why I struggled so hard to write this fic but here she is in all her glory........yay. Not as smutty as per usual to prove I’m not a total whore but here ya go

Summary: after your life is threatened unbeknownst to you, whiskey takes it upon himself to protect you the only way he thinks he can––by leaving you. but what his cowboy brain doesn’t for see, is that he’s doing both of you more damage than good especially after a happy little accident. 

warnings: brief description of smut and aftercare (like the La Croix of smut but still no minors), ANGSTTTTTTT, rOUGH, unplanned pregnancy, a slap, and a happy ending

Jack should have known the first time he wasn’t meant to have this kind of happiness—the kind where one could always have someone to return home to at the end of the day. No, he couldn’t have it with his late wife and he couldn’t have it with you either.

The human trafficker had somehow gotten access to personal statesmen information, because he had found out about you. Had your name. Had shown him pictures of you. Had shown that men were waiting at your doorstep if Jack didn’t back down now.

Thankfully, they were able to stop the man before it came to any of that—but it broke something in Jack. He couldn’t have another woman he loves die like his wife. He didn’t know if he could handle it. You didn’t even know about Jack’s real job, all you knew was that he was the CEO of a distillery and you never asked questions about that. Maybe it was easier keeping it like that, as Jack realized the only way to keep you safe was to leave you.

He had picked a night, picked a place to head out to after it was all over, and planned out the note. He had made love to you one last time before leaving—slowly savoring the way your skin felt pressed against him and the way it felt to have your walls drag against him when he thrusted, and finally stilled deep inside you. He made sure to take care of you before he left, clean with all sore muscles rubbed out and well hydrated—comfortable as you could be. You fell asleep so easily it somehow made Jack more guilty for what he thought was the right thing. He stayed longer than he should have after he wrote the note and got dressed, bag packed by the door, just staring at you, attempting to memorize the sound of your soft noises as you slept and the way your naked body looked covered by the sheets and pale moonlight. It was the most beautiful scene he had ever seen and wanted it to be the clearest memory he had of you. Tears sprung in his eyes, thinking that this is the only thing he will ever have of love—memories. He kissed your forehead one last time before walking out of your life forever.

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Jack hasn’t felt alive since, the toll of leaving you behind eating at him more than he ever thought it could. He’s changed in a way and everyone knows it—they see the way he moves or speaks now and know something has changed. He just goes through the motions of living with no actual life in his eyes to prove he is alive. He throws himself into his work working through cases and bad guys more efficiently than ever, but it doesn’t distract him from losing you—not when he lies awake at night crying and missing you.

Everyone around him changes too—Tequila doesn’t tease him anymore and walks around him like they’re threading through a room full of broken glass. Ginger does more medical evaluations—ones that are less to do with physical health and more to do with mental health. Most of all—champ acts different, “son—“

Jack pauses from exiting the debriefing room after giving Champ a status report and picking up another case, “I’m wondering if you should take a few days off from wo—“

“No,” Jack says curt and without a single space for bargaining. Champ is stiff when Jack looks at him, “I know you're wallowing over that girl.”

“I did what I had to do and I’m going to continue doing it.” Jack reminds him, staying steadfast in his decision. Champ shakes his head, “and it’s tearing you apart—statesmen get threats like that all the time Whiskey and they don’t go deserting their relatives or loved ones—“

“Well they're not me,” Jack states his stare is cold as he looks down at Champagne, “I can’t lose another person like that again.”

“You’ve lost her by leaving her,” his words cut through him and he knows it’s the truth, but it’s not something stubborn ol Jack is willing to withstand. Jack turns to leave again, “I’ll be off on the case.”

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You can’t help but pick up one of the sandwiches from the various food carts before they go out. It’s too tempting after standing for hours on your feet with a six month old pregnancy belly on your front—one you’re rubbing as you enjoy the taste of the mozzarella, pesto, and tomato together. The father of your child disappeared before you could even tell him—fitting considering you never grew up with a father in your house. So it has just been you and your baby girl, and well your best friend and business partner that was walking towards you now, joking “are the sandwiches up to your standards?”

“I needed something to eat after four hours of standing and being pregnant Travis,” you contest, taking another big bite. He shrugs with some sort of understanding, looking over the trays of food with you and approving them before they go off. Travis randomly starts, “I don’t think we should try to have this client again.”

You turn, finishing your sandwich with an eyebrow raise, “why? Did someone from the company say something to you—“

“Not that—although I was worried when the CEO invited his childhood priest—” he notes sending off the last tray, “I get bad vibes from the company itself.”

You think about it for a moment agreeing that something was fishy about the way a family-owned soap company was able to afford such a lavish event—something was a little off. You nod, “maybe not—I don’t want to get too close to a company that's a front. I doubt they would want us back because they’ve fired every event planner they’ve had before and the CEO’s wife already complained that the flower garnishes weren’t the correct shade of maroon.”

“We just have to finish the job then and we’ll be scott free” Travis mutters checking his watch, “just a couple hours left—what could go wrong?”

As though you were in a badly made comedy, right as Travis says that you hear clatter and gunshots come from the main event area, “......I spoke too soon didn’t I?”

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Vincent Marsulio had tried to make a run for it once he realized his plans to run a million dollar drug business had gone to shit—I mean a soap company as a front? Really? Jack had dodged gunfire, tequila and the new agent rum covering him—allowing him to use his lasso to drag Vincent into Statesmen custody.

The scene was under control now—with agents and Ginger’s crime scene investigators gathering follow up information and evidence. Jack was just there to make sure the scene stayed secure and that no witnesses ran off that were revealed to be involved. Scanning the crowds of those being interviewed is when he saw you.

He should have known you were here—he should have seen your touches in the flower displays, the food selections, the drapery, and the table cloths. You were a party planner, he should have made note of that. You’re the same as the images in his mind—the memories that flash through his mind whenever he gets a flicker of your perfume or hears a laugh that sounds like yours. The only thing that's changed about you is your stomach—there's a sizable baby bump there, and he mumbles to himself “no…”

It had been seven months—seven months since he left you. It had to be his. He left you pregnant. As though you heard the gears turning in his head you turn and make eye contact with him—freezing in your place. He has to talk to you now, but you make efforts to move away, running towards a stairwell to get away from him as he shouts your name.

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Despite being seven months pregnant you make a good chase, ducking down the stairwell and moving as fast as your swollen ankles will carry you while he shouts for you behind you. You can’t see him right now, he left, he doesn’t deserve this. Your condition must somewhat get the best of you as you end up stumbling on a landing—slowing down enough for him to catch up. You knew it was futile after all he ran faster than you even when you weren’t pregnant.

He grabs your wrist before you can go any farther, pulling you towards his body—only for you to wack a big slap to the side of his face, “how dare you—you asshole.”

“You're pregnant?” He asks quick as hell, and you frown still jabbing hits at him, “Why else am I so fucking big dickhead.”

He pulls you closer in an effort to restrain you from hitting him and from running away at any point, “is it mine?”

You had been avoiding looking at his face the entire portion of the ordeal—not wanting to see the face of the man that abandoned you. But you end up looking anyway and feel the tears spring up in your eyes. Despite the fact he left you you still feel love for him in your heart. You can’t lie to him, “it is.”

“Sugar, I’m—“ he breathes out, struck in the moment by every error he’s made in the past few months knowing he should have stayed, “I’m so sorry, please let me explain why I did what I did.”

You don’t respond just letting him speak at his own will as he settles you two down to sit on the steps of the stair. Jack tells you about his job, his wife, and the scare he had that just accumulated to him feeling like he had to leave to keep you safe. You had known about his late wife but none of the details about the affair and understood just why he was so afraid—but he still acted like an idiot. Head in hands, “why did you keep everything hidden from me Jack, I mean you lied to me about your job––no wonder I was able to find you after I found out, I was stuck looking for Jack Daniels brewery CEO instead of Jack Daniels statesmen.”

You got him there, “I should have––everyone told me I should have told you.” Silence emanates between the two of you, “I know sorry doesn’t make up for all I did––I don’t know if I can ever make up for what I did, but give me a chance because I want to be there for you and the kid–I love you sweet pea.”

Tears spring from your eyes, “I love you too Jack, we’ll figure it out I promise.”

Jack pulls you into his arms whispering what sounds like a thousand thank you’s for you and the girl in your belly, “it’s a girl you know.”

“A girl…” Jack trails off with a smile gleaming on his face and some unspoken joy in his eyes, that shifts into something of deep regret, “I was almost like him I don’t ever wanna be like him”

“You won’t.” you state firm and jack pulls away to cup your face and wipe away the errant tears still streaming down your face, “can I kiss you darling?”

“Please,” and with that the lips you have missed meld on to yours. After months, both alone and apart, both you and Jack feel a sense of security that everything will be alright––that your little family is finally whole.

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I’m sorry that its bad....

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[retromotherfuckers]

Six Years (Part 3)

Pairing:

Past/Eventual Bellamy Blake x Fem!Kane!Reader, Platonic!Octavia Blake

Summary:

Octavia knew who she was now, but you couldn’t figure out what the hell you’d become.

Warning: 

so much mf angst, themes of addiction and depression, self-destructive behavior and a tiny bit of comfort in there

Word Count:

2k (i got a little ~carried away~ lol)

A/N:

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. i wasn’t happy with the og thing i had down so i literally just rewrote the whole thing in a few hours and it’s sm better than it would’ve been. me holding off posting this did wonders and i’m more confident in it too even tho i kinda think i suck at writing but also kinda don’t idk my self esteem varies wildly

Merry Christmas Eve Eve to those who celebrate ❤️

the gif (and all the other ones) are not mine and i take no credit for them

if you want to be tagged in any of my works, send me a message or an ask and i’ll add you :)

@shipshipshipau

The girl with aqua eyes - although now they were more of a spotted gray - had only seen one moment of weakness from you. It would be the last time Octavia had seen you, and you, her. 

“We’re surviving!” She had started shouting, as if she believed that set in a lower tone, her words would be construed as lies. “The human race is surviving! That’s what matters!”

“He wouldn’t be okay with this, and you know it!” Your voice broke involuntarily as it rose to match hers. You shook your head as you tried to desperately stop the ache in your chest as you brought her - probably dead - brother up. Tears clung to your eyelashes, waiting for you to blink so they had permission to fall. Your throat had been closed for a while now, and the rest was merely a weak cry. “If this is the price that we have to pay...maybe we shouldn’t be.”

You’d never know if it was the crack in your demeanor or your choice of words, but either way, her eyes softened when you spoke.

“Look at me.” You did as told and she gripped the back of your neck in one hand, pulling your forehead so close it almost came into contact with hers.

The air changed as Octavia came alive under the monster she wore for armor. Her mask coming off allowed you to let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You would begin to regret not smashing the helmet to bits while it was off and vulnerable.

“You have to stop listening to them,” She said. “It’ll tear you apart. It’s better they get to live to hate us than die slowly and love us-”

“They don’t deserve this either, O-”

“We bare it, so they don’t have to. You’re the one that told me that. You can’t back out on me, now. I can’t do this without you.”

For so long you were okay with her needing you to do the dirty work. Besides the first time - when you did it together - she’d give the sentence and you’d see it through. Every single time, it felt like it was killing you more than them, but that didn’t matter, did it? If you weren’t going to do it, who would?

It was the last thing Octavia had asked of you and you had no intention of letting her down.

Bellamy didn’t know what he would see when they finally dropped him down into the bunker, but it definitely wasn’t that. Surrounded by more death than he was prepared for, he couldn’t help himself to not move his gaze around the arena. The fences between him and the living reminded him of the cages the Mountain Men held him in. The walls were stained deep with crimson, leaving the dull concrete behind it unrecognizable. He looked to the blonde at his side, and they asked each other the same silent question:

What the hell happened down here?

His whiskey shaded orbs kept moving, albeit reluctantly. They stopped on Marcus Kane, who looked so much older than last time. His hair and beard were inches longer and grayer than the natural brown he used to have. He was so pale, it was unnerving - almost as if he was close to death. They connected eyes briefly and that’s when the younger saw the deadly weapon held to his neck by the hands of-

No.

Your back was facing him, but it didn’t matter how long it had been, he’d never miss you. The locks that adorned your head were longer too, almost to your waist. The natural shade was faded though, like you had aged twenty years instead of six. He watched your shoulders heave and your hands start to shake as Kane talked to you.

He couldn’t pull his eyes from the impure red that dyed your skin and clothes.

While you were distracted, he chose to act, protecting Marcus from his own flesh and blood. He didn’t miss the gears in your head turning as your gaze landed on him. He saw your eyes sink into a trance of recognition and a deep sort of longing overtook your senses. The melancholic need you had tried to numb for half a decade came back in full force and held no mercy.

You remembered how he always smelled of the forest after the sky wept. You remembered how sure but gentle his touch was on your skin. You remembered how his remarkably soft lips would feel when they pushed against yours as they begged for more at every turn. You remembered how it felt to be wrapped in his arms, listening to his heart thump as he assured you everything would be alright, even if he didn’t think it would be.

Was that gone forever, now, too?

Bellamy noticed something else, though; something he didn’t recognize. Something he’d never seen before.

Something that scared him.

It had been hours since and neither of you had bothered to find the other. Getting everyone out was a great distraction for him. Talking to his little sister, whose eyes seemed to hold the same thing yours did, was another.  She had explained to him and Clarke that Wonkru had deemed her Bloodreina and you, Ripa. So, no, nothing as special as death from above or the red queen or the commander of death, but death, nonetheless.

People have done well not to forget that.

When Clarke told him you still hadn’t come out and no one had seen you, however, he didn’t have a choice anymore.

The halls were those of nightmares, spirits lurking around every corner and it was cold and empty. He knew the lights were kept low to save power but it felt almost purposeful, like they were meant to scare you. To tell you not to act out or some kind of monster would jump from the shadows and make you pay.

But he didn’t know if it was you or his sister.

A chill slithered up his spine.

If someone told him this wasn’t real, he’d do anything he could to believe them. He wished that he was seconds away from being shaken awake by Raven or Monty, and they would tell him it was just another nightmare. He wished he was still on the Ring, praying ignorantly to anyone that would listen that his family on earth were still okay. 

Breaking him from his thoughts, a yellow lamplight caught his attention. At the end of the windowless corridor, it shone out of a slightly ajar door. Using every ounce of strength he possessed to not walk away, he pushed it open. It cried at the motion, diminishing any and all remnants of silence that swallowed the floor.

His eyes found you catching yourself from falling caused by a failed attempt at standing. A half empty bottle of whatever works in one hand, the other one holding you up against the bed frame. The high-pitched creak pulled your attention to the front of the room with a furrowed brow and he allowed himself to take in your appearance.

A wrinkled, cotton shirt sat on your chest and it was a different one than before; faded white and thin, yet cleaner than the other one which was colored with blood. Your hair was damp - the result of taking a shower - but lazily tied back in a half-assed effort to get it out of your face.

You stared at each other for a minute. A million things were hitting your slow-moving thoughts at once, too much for you to even try to comprehend. He finally took one step towards you, parting his lips to say something but no sound came out. He was stumped, hundreds of words flooded his mind but not a single one sounded good enough.

Nothing he could say would make what happened in the arena okay.

It was unbearably painful. There he was, finally right in front of you, and you had no idea what to talk about. No idea what to start with, end with, bring up, discuss, laugh about, cry about, scream about. Nothing was good enough to say to the man that kept you alive for such a long time, such a long time ago. 

Too long ago.

You inevitably broke the silence, though your words came out cracked and in a slur. A defensive and humorless scoff left your lips, an effort to cover up the discomfort. Or it was because you were too drunk to shut yourself up. “You gonna say somethin’?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

You didn’t know why, but you hoped he’d sound different. It was childish and irrational, but you hoped that you could say you both changed too much and he would have nothing to hold against you.

Because no matter how far away it seemed, sometimes you could still remember what it felt like to be that innocent seventeen-year-old that hadn’t lived yet; what it felt like to be that girl who still couldn’t stand her father. To be that girl who sprained her ankle within ten minutes of being on earth for the first time. To be that girl who hadn’t made a friend aside from Clarke and Wells in her whole life. That girl who had just kissed a boy for the first time.

The girl who was loved and not lost yet.

“Well, that makes two of us.”

Where the hell did she go?

That made the room spin, and you had to blink a few times to make it stop, taking a seat on the thin mattress. You took a drink, making the liquid slosh from the base to the neck of the bottle and back again. When it settled, you rested your head between your shoulders as you heard him say your name. It bounced off the walls in the room, hitting each one again, and again, and again like it was a bullet waiting to find its target. You had wanted the word to fall from his lips for so long that you’d forgotten what it sounded like. You had forgotten what he sounded like, and you fucking hated yourself for it.

Then you realized he said, “Ripa,” and those four deadly little letters crushed your throat and stole the air from your lungs.

That name hadn’t felt right from the start, but it was what you had been simultaneously promoted to and reduced by. The only person who refused to call you that over the years, was your father. For two thousand days, he made sure to steer clear of it.

That’s not who you are and I know it, even if you don’t.

A sudden and hauntingly raw sob escaped, and you knew his eyes were on you in an instant.

“Don’t call me that,” You begged, meeting his gaze for the first time since he entered. Breath picking up, you were practically terror-stricken at the idea that all you were to him now was a murderer. You vigorously tried to shake the thought away, squeezing your eyes shut as everything that kept you numb seemed to vanish into thin air. “Y-You can’t-Not you too. Please, not you.”

Bellamy’s hand brushed your cheek and tears rained freely. You immediately leaned into the familiar and delicate warmth and you really fucking hoped this wasn’t your mind playing a trick on you.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” When he spoke this time, his words sounded choked too. His other hand cradled the back of your head as he pulled you into his chest and just...held you. “It’s okay.”

It was like you were standing at the edge of a building, teetering the edge before accidentally falling. Only, before you could plummet to your death, someone caught your hand, and it occurred to you that you really wanted them to pull you back up.

“Please don’t leave me again.”

Your voice was just so, so weak. Beaten down and broken.

“Never.” He said it with so much confidence and finality, you almost had to convince yourself it was real and not a dream. “I promise.”

[drops-of-jupiter-on-a-ravenclaw]

Queer!Sam headcanon

So basically Sam always knew he was different from Dean in how he views people and relationships. In college, he learns about different labels and has a bit of a moment when he realizes that that's the thing he felt that made him different

He doesn't find the label that fits him best but he knows he is more than open to being in a relationship with a man. He's just content to have figured it out so he can feel more normal about it. Anyways, he has Jess and he loves her so it doesn't matter much.

Only that before he knows it, he doesn't have Jess anymore. She accepted and loved him and he doesn't think he'll ever be that happy again. So he's back on the road with his brother. His brother who doesn't know.

He still doesn't have a label and he is so caught up in his grief for Jess that saying anything to Dean would just be unnecessary and complicated. So he doesn't.

And they are on the road for a while. It's just easier for him to pick up women as it is, he tells himself. It doesn't help that he still doesn't have any experience with men and it feels kinda late to start now. (He knows Jess would call him a dumbass for thinking that way. He misses her.)

Anyways, he doesn't look stereotypically queer and only rarely gets a second look from some gay guys who must have outstanding gaydars. He always freezes before he can smile back.

Dean only notices on a subconscious level. He even makes fun of Sam by calling him gay for being too emotional. Sam almost laughs every time, he's not emotional cause he's gay. He's in touch with his emotions because he had to do a lot of soul-searching to figure out that he's gay. So yeah, Dean is spot on and oblivious at the same time because Sam doesn't fit his image of 'queer', he never really sees it.

This goes on for ages. Sam had already resigned himself to never saying anything about that part of himself when they get a case in the middle of nowhere and run into a guy Sam knows from College. Worse than that, a guy who was in the lgbt group he and Jess joined for a few meetings. A guy with dimples and a smile to die for who is smart enough to give Sam a run for his money.

Naturally, Dean won't stop teasing him for freezing up when the guy talks to them while simultaneously thinking it's probably just because Sam is embarrassed that he never actually finished law school.

Meanwhile the guy, let's call him Sebastian, is just delighted to see Sam again and won't stop talking to him, no flirting with him, Sam realizes. Dean is having a field day just watching the whole interaction and Sam is praying to the universe itself that Sebastian won't accidentally out him.

Thankfully the guy wasn't in Stanford for nothing and gets the hint. He doesn't out Sam, but he keeps flirting to keep him on edge. At first, Sam kind of resents him for what he represents.

They keep working the case, Sam wants to skip town as quickly as possible but he also kind of doesn't which is objectively worse. Dean won't leave him the fuck alone and he is really not having a good time anymore. Everything about him he had buried a while ago threatens to rise. They just keep running into Sebastian who is working on their case but as a lawyer. He suspects something is up and keeps trying to follow them.

Sam is torn between wanting to see him and wanting him gone, flattered by the attention and uncomfortable with it. Once, Sebastian catches him alone and asks him why he doesn't want to come out to Dean. He assures Sam that living as one's true self is always better, even if it's complicated sometimes. And Sam believes it because he knows it's true. He doesn't get a chance to answer because Dean interrupts them but now Sebastian is firmly on his mind and won't leave.

The case turns a little heated, law enforcement figures out that they aren't actually cops. Sebastian is there as they get questioned. He suspects that something weird is going on and manages to request a minute alone with the brothers.

He wants to hear them out on a gut feeling, even though he doesn't really trust them anymore. He also still flirts with Sam despite not having gotten a response so far. Only that now there is a certain bite behind it rather than the usual charm because he does think that Sam might be guilty despite not wanting to believe it.

Only that then, Sam has officially had enough for the week. He sits up straight and holds eye contact, and he flirts back.

Dean's jaw is practically on the floor at this point. Sebastian just gets kinda pissed off that after all his chances Sam chooses to take him up on it now of all times. It's enough to make him listen to Sam who swears they are innocent and that they can prove it. The Cop hears the last part as he walks back into the room and is visibly not impressed.

Sebastian believes him enough to call in a couple of favors though, he gets them out temporarily and swears he'll lock them back up if they can't prove their innocence but Sam just genuinely thanks him and doesn't react to any show of emotion, again.

They drive to the crime scene. The entire time Sam hears Dean's comments from the police station ring through his head. 'The one time you are the one to flirt us out of a situation and its with a dude. Seriously don't you feel kinda dirty?' He had said it jokingly enough, mostly trying to stifle his awe at Sam's sheer audacity and the ridiculousness of their situation.

But it hadn't made Sam feel bad. Like at all. The fact that Sebastian trusted him enough to give them that chance left him feeling warm and fuzzy even though the man's expression at the moment was anything but.

It had felt good to answer rather than just permit what was happening to him, it had felt good to see Dean's smug expression knocked off his face, it had felt good to say what he'd been thinking since they first ran into Sebastian. And if Sebastian looked just the slightest bit flustered in his surprise then that was just another bonus.

"Handcuffs look good on you, Sam. It's a shame the circumstances aren't different or I'd appreciate the view a lot more."

"Well, I'd say let's have dinner first but as you can see, I'm a bit tied up at the moment. If you get us out of here, however, I think you could enjoy more than just the view."

He wasn't entirely sure what had possessed him but he didn't regret it. Dean seemed to have decided it was a purely tactical move on Sam's part and Sam was okay with that. Though obviously it just added fuel to Deans teasing. His suggestive comments reaching new heights, no matter how murderous a glare Sam shoots him.

Finally, they get back to the crime scene but the monster is there too. They are just done explaining their proof to a skeptical Sebastian when it attacks again. Obviously, a desperate and bloody fight ensues. The thing attacks Sam and Sebastian shoots it, which just makes it angry. It turns to attack him instead, Dean tries to stop it and gets thrown around. At the very last second, Sam figures out what to do and kills the thing (by, idk, stabbing it with the bone of a previous victim?)

Whatever happened in the blur of the fight, by the end of it they all are thoroughly shaken. Sebastian got hurt pretty badly and Sam ends up half carrying him outside. Dean got away with a sprained ankle, he and Sam were both covered in scratches and bruises though. Naturally, Dean jokes right away that Sam should start thinking of ways to make what happened up to Sebastian, Sam just shoots him a look.

Once they had brought a safe distance between them and the chaos, Sebastian had started to feel better. He thanks them but he also demands further explanations, this time they give him full truth. He is also still clinging to Sam, going for more physical contact than necessary even though he stopped with the flirting. Sam just lets him and quietly figures that the guy won't be interested in him anymore after what happened. He lets himself enjoy the closeness while it lasts.

Dean is watching them with an unreadable expression but he doesn't call Sam out on it. After a while of just sitting in his car with them in the backseat, he starts to get uncomfortable with all of their staring. He asks Sebastian where they should drop him off and quickly makes it clear that he intends to skip town early the next morning. Sam feels dread settle over him.

They reach Sebastian's place and watch him get out. The car door had just closed behind him when Dean made one last joke, telling Sam to kiss his damsel in distress goodnight before they move on. Similar to how he felt in the police station, Sam has had enough. His jaw tenses and the last of his resolve melts away. Dean will just have to deal, he decides.

With one last glare at his brother, he gets out of the car in a split second and decides to do just that. He stops Sebastian just a few steps further down the sidewalk. His brain hasn't really caught up to what he is about to do just yet, stuck again on what Sebastian had said about being true to oneself and on how pretty the man's sharp features look under the streetlight as he glances up at Sam, eyes wide with surprise.

"I don't want to hide anymore," Sam blurts out. Quickly followed by, "I'm sorry I didn't flirt back sooner, for what it's worth, I really really wanted to." That earns him the biggest smile he could have hoped for and before he knows what's going on, he is being kissed by soft lips and his hands are pulling somebody elses' suit jacket closer to him. It's soft and desperate at the same time, they both still have blood on their faces and fear in their bones and it's perfect.

Just as Sam finds himself thinking how well worth the wait this was and how he never wants it to end, somebody presses down on their car's horn. Hard. He sighs and pulls away, already knowing it's Dean who is having his world view flipped. Sam refuses to feel bad.

Foreheads resting against one another, Sebastian asks him to come inside with him. Sam agrees.

Fighting the urge to flip off his brother as they approach the house, he shoots him a self-satisfied smirk over his shoulder instead. There's still time to face the consequences in the morning, he decides.

It's more than just a momentary attraction though, this man is somebody who understands Sam, who knew Jess. Weirdly enough, he thinks Jess would have approved.

He thinks about how Jess always swore bookclub was boring and went every week anyways. He thinks about how Sebastian did the same, up until Jess died he knows now, insisting that it was no fun without her sarcastic commentary. Sebastian didn't mention how he still can't pick up a copy of pride and prejudice without tearing up.

He thinks about how they had so much in common back at Stanford and how much his life has changed since then, but he hasn't changed. Not in the ways that had made them connect in the first place at least.

That's probably another reason for him to go with Sebastian. Had it just been anybody, he would have let it all slide in favor of not coming out to Dean but it's been too long since he felt a connection with anybody. Something tells him Sebastian feels the same and he wonders how the other mans life has changed, if he too sometimes felt like nobody knew him.

When you fight one apocalypse after the next, there is no need to discuss whether you prefer reading Hemmingway or Wilde. But that was what Sam has always wanted, the privilege and freedom of having genuine discussions about trivial things and essentially the time to care about them.

Of course Dean knew him, they knew each other, they'd go to the end of the world for each other. They just don't have particularly much in common beyond that. If he attempts to discuss books with Dean, he will get smacked over the head with the book he's talking about. And really he can't even blame Dean for not having the energy it takes to pretend to care. It's just how their lives are but Sam can still want something more.

He texts Dean to pick him up in the morning and quickly loses his jacket, eager to get his hands back on everything he knows he can't have.

It wasn't until almost fifteen minutes later as Sebastian was pushing him down on his mattress (with the lights on and in perfect view of the window, he realized the next morning) that he heard the rumble of the Impalas engine as it left the driveway behind. Then and there, he really didn't give a damn.

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(Part two coming soon)

Part two will focus on Deans reaction and the morning after btw

I know there is only a really small fanbase for this kind of ficlet but damn I had fun writing it. No wonder it's much longer than it was supposed to be *sigh*. Feedback is more than welcome!

[kpoptionate]

stray kids ↠ getting jealous/angry

stray kids masterlist // official masterlist

08.10.18

requested: anon: you are my fav writer on tumblr 😭 your writing is just so good and detailed, would you mind doing an [angry]-fluffish skz getting jealous ? it’s just everyone else’s is always so cutesy when i’d prefer it to be more serious and to end up fluffy. fighting!! you’re the best !!

a/n: oof bby idk if you’re just saying that or you’re serious but thank you !! i’m so so so so sorry this took so long ! ______________________________

scenario: [member] tried not to get jealous. he trusted you with his life, he knew you would never leave him for someone else. he knew it was stupid. still, he couldn’t help but have a burning feeling inside whenever you hung out with another member you seemed to be a little too close with. [member] sat back and watched for a while, occasionally trying to get your attention. his fists clenched every time you and the other member hugged, or held hands, or even looked at each other a second longer than you should have. after some time, he couldn’t handle it anymore. abruptly standing up and walking towards the door, all [member] said was, “y/n, let’s go,” in a low, monotonous tone as he stormed out. the ride home was quiet, him not saying a single word. when you entered the empty dorms, you asked him what’s wrong, causing his emotions to snap in half. ______________________________

woojin ♡

“nothing, babe, it’s nothing.”

woojin knows it isn’t worth getting mad over; you and felix had always been close, even before you two had started going out. however, when you tell him that he can tell you anything and that he can trust you, something in him snaps. something saying that no, he can’t trust you, not when you were acting like that with the younger member.

you have never heard woojin raise his voice at you before like this; when it happens, it’s always when you two are playing around. this time it’s different, though. you can hear the anger in his voice, and it startles you. all you can do is sit there and listen to him go off about how you were getting a little too close with the young aussie for his liking. because you aren’t used to hearing him like this, your eyes start to tear up, feeling bad that you had made him feel this way. woojin continues for a minute, but upon seeing your watering eyes he immediately hushes himself down, regretting ever getting mad at you. woojin pulls you into his arms, rubbing soothing circles on your body as he whispers “sorry”s and “i love you”s in your ears.

chan ♡

when you ask him what’s the matter, chan turns around and presses his lips together, eyes closed as his head dips to the floor. he tries to keep his emotions in, knowing he’s going to end up too heated if he starts now, so he takes a deep breath and gives you an obviously forced smile as he says, “nothing, prince/ss, i’m fine.” you ask if he’s sure, and he responds with a cold, “actually, no, i’m not sure, y/n,” and proceeds to fuss out his anger and jealousy at you.

at least one of his hands is in his hair the whole time, his tongue red and sore from constantly biting it to try to hold back. if you don’t speak english, you’re just sitting there as he yells because that’s what he’s speaking in, profanities dropping from his mouth like they’re the only words he knows. if you do, however, you’re better off not saying anything as well. when you do try to speak up to object to his statements, it only makes his anger worse, upset that you’re not letting him talk. his face is red and hot, his voice fuming as he continues to pour out his emotions. in the heat of the moment, chan screams, “why don’t you just fuck off and bother seungmin some more since you seem to like each other so much, huh !?”

as his rant comes to an end, he’s facing the wall, leaning against it with his arms above his head. he turns around, head dropped to the ground and tears in his eyes. he runs a hand over his mouth before mumbling, “just . . . i’ll just leave you alone for a while . . .” and he quickly makes his way to his room. he gives you a few hours for the both of you, mostly you, to think things through, because he knows he’s upset you with what he’s said. he eventually comes out with puffy, red eyes and croaky apologies draining from his lips.

minho ♡

minho is definitely someone to start yelling when he gets mad, especially out of jealousy. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s just that he knows what hyunjin is capable of—he’s talented in many areas and has a great personality, not to mention the fact that he’s drop-dead gorgeous. and although minho knows he’s all of those things as well, he couldn’t help but feel you might think hyunjin was a little better and choose him instead. when you ask him what the problem is, he mumbles a small “nothing, y/n,” which sets you off, because usually he calls you by little pet names. so you pester him a few more times, trying to get him to speak up, but minho is not having it right now.

he busts a fist on the wall, completely exploding to get his feelings out. minho throws his hands in the air a lot, bringing them back down to rub his hair behind his head. he somewhat has a hold on what he says, so he bites his lip whenever he thinks he might be going too far. minho expects you to react in some way, and he notices the worried look on your face when you try to calm him down. not in the mood, he rolls his eyes and says, “you know what, fuck it, i’m done,” before walking into his room and slamming the door shut. he’s a stubborn boy, so minho expects you to apologize to him and refuses to interact with you until you do.

somebody turn the ac on bc this boi is hot

changbin ♡

you don’t even get the chance to ask what’s wrong before changbin’s already on your case. changbin trusts you, he really does, he just doesn’t like the fact that you’re so clingy to his leader when it’s him you should be spending your time with, especially since you don’t see each other often because of his schedule. 

“really ? what the fuck was that, y/n ?”

his tone is cold and raspy, but it’s not as loud as some of the other members’. his voice raises to a yell mostly towards the end of his sentences. every so often he throws his head back with his hands on his forehead, slowly spinning in a circle as he takes a breather before going back to what he was saying, quietly then back to booming. changbin asks you questions, like “what’s so good about him that you can’t make time for me ?” when he realizes how loud he is, he becomes more insecure, thinking that with all the screaming he’s doing you might go back to chan for comfort, or ultimately leave him for a partner who isn’t as jealous. he quiets down, running his fingers through his hair once more as he whispers, “i’m gonna go lay down for a bit . . .” and heading to his room. he leaves you alone for a while, but unlike chan, it’s mostly for his own sake over yours.

hyunjin ♡

he’s angry and confused. what’s so special about his youngest member that you wanted to spend more time with him ? when you ask him if he’s feeling alright, he rolls his eyes and shoves past you.

“don’t act like you don’t know what’s pissing me off, y/n, i’m not in the damn mood .”

the second you open your mouth to protest and explain how no, you don’t know, hyunjin begins rambling about his frustration towards you and jeongin. his voice is louder than he meant it to be, but he’s already in the moment so there’s no quieting him down. whenever you try to talk to him to help, he shuts you up immediately, mood becoming worse than before. his lip curls up into a snarl as he speaks, his voice growling lowly at you. hyunjin rolls his eyes and huffs at you a lot, and he expects you to agree with what he says. once he notices the startled look on your face, he softens up a little, and although he’s still upset at you, he grabs you by the arm and drags you to his room, angrily snuggling under the covers with you until he feels better.

can you just imagine an angry cuddle sesh like what does that even mean

jisung ♡

jisung slams the door shut and leans his back against it, one ankle crossed over the other and his arms folded. his head tilts down as his eyes look up at you blankly, not a drop of happiness on his face. his hand comes out to gesture towards you as he seethed,

“explain yourself, prince/ss .”

you know what he's talking about, as he’s questioned you and changbin’s relationship in the past. as you go to explain yourself, jisung stops you with, “actually, i don’t really care.” he continues with his own string of sentences as he describes what you and changbin have done recently, ignoring your own boyfriend to hang out with one of his older members. the longer he complains, the louder his voice gets, the more he moves around the room with his hands thrown in the air. he doesn’t get to the point where he’s yelling, though, his voice is only slightly louder than an inside one. after he’s gone to the point where he’s out of breath, jisung looks to you as if he’s expecting a response. when he gets none, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, poking his cheek with his tongue and storming away, slamming is door shut when he reaches his room.

“seriously ? you’re not even gonna defend yourself ? i can’t believe you . . .”

felix ♡

like minho, felix is another member who would no doubt get loud when he’s mad. however, he probably won’t be able to hold it in. the second you ask him what was the matter, he throws his bag down and locks his fingers behind his head, walking in a circle and laughing ironically.

“‘what’s the matter’ ? are you fucking serious ? i can’t believe this shit . . .”

it baffles him that you don’t understand what he's talking about. all day you had ignored him for minho, clinging to his side like it was going to kill you. even when he tried to get your attention, you just continuously brushed him off to continue whatever you were doing with the older, and if that hadn’t pissed him off enough, you not noticing definitely did. when felix raises his voice at you, you jump slightly and step back a little to allow him room to pace around the room.

out of all the members, he’s the loudest, screaming profanities and throwing his arm out to the side whenever he tries to make a point. he doesn’t notice how aggressive he sounds until he swings his arm again a little too close to you, causing to flinch involuntarily. felix immediately stops, not having meant to scare you. his eyes water, realizing that he could’ve actually hurt you had he not been more careful, and he pulls you into him, stroking your hair and whispering how much he loves you and would never try to hurt you.

“i’m sorry baby, believe me, i would never do something like that . . .”

seungmin ♡

upon hearing the question leave your mouth, seungmin just walks past you crying as tears threaten to fall from his eyes. he doesn’t want to look vulnerable in front of you, but he also hates lying to you and wants you to know everything about how he’s feeling. both of your hearts break as he turns around with tears streaming down his cheeks, lips quivering, as he tries to explain himself.

“i-it’s just . . . you and j-jisung . . .”

and that’s when he breaks down.

seungmin crouches to the floor in tears, hands balled up into a fist in front of his eyes. despite his soft personality, however, when you reach an arm out to comfort him, he shoots up and pushes your arm away.

“how can you just sit here an act so innocent, y/n !? i give you everything and all i get is you going off to hang out with another guy . . .”

you step back, shocked as seungmin starts yelling through his crying. you’ve never seen him jealous before, even more so in such a distressed state. his voice cracks and gets louder the harder he bawls, his jaw clenching as you try to walk nearer to him. he shouts your name once but finally quiets down when you cup his cheeks with your hands, water pooling in your own eyes. he lightly holds onto your wrists, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he sobs and falls to the ground trembling in your arms.

jeongin ♡

being so young, you’re his first serious relationship, and him knowing he had a lack of experience in that area produced many insecurities. when you had asked that one, simple question, he tried to say he was fine, but ended up choking back tears instead. that’s when it all crumbled, his feelings pouring out like water from a bucket. it started with him crying before it elevated to him yelling. it wasn’t intended towards you, just him yelling as he spoke, but the fact that you had never seen him this upset before out you off a little.

you sat there, listening to jeongin’s complaints, how he didn’t understand why you liked hanging out with an oldest of his group more than your boyfriend. he knew woojin wouldn’t ever make a move on you—you were young and he saw you as a little sister. however, he couldn’t help but feel he could lose you to the older, since he was more mature and, in jeongin’s eyes, a lot more talented and experienced.

jeongin was choking on tears while he walked around the room yelling, stopping when he finally turned to face you with tears running down your cheeks. his voice halted immediately as he stared at you for a second, the guilty look on your face that should be innocent causing his heart to drop. he rushed to you, coddling you in his arms, whispering apologies.

“i’m so sorry, jagi, i-i don’t know where that came from . . .”

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[ilikeyouxactually]

Do you mean a shyland prompt as in a fic or? Bc if you are , can you just Write like a Cute fluff!fic where Ryland has like sprained his ankle or something and Shane is helping Him Walk and idk just a Cute hurt!comfort fic? I love you!

Ahhhhh holy fuck this is so cute and I love it!! I love you too, anon! Please enjoy :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16688581

I’m Here For You

Summary: Ryland accidentally gets hurt and Shane takes care of him.Or, during some drunken dancing, Ryland twists his ankle so Shane takes care of him and comforts him.

Shane and Ryland were never the type to frequently drink. Yeah, they would keep some of their favorite liquors on hand at all time, but it was in case they decided last minute they wanted to celebrate, or just unwind. Every once in a while if they were taking a break from real life, they’d have a couple drinks and just enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about anything else—and they loved that. Just the two of them in the universe with no other worries to bring them down. Shane had just finished all of his filming and editing for the week and was absolutely done. His eyes were actually twitching from staring at his computer screen for so long. Ryland was on the couch, scrolling on Instagram when Shane emerged from his office looking completely spent. His hair was going in a million directions, the stubble on his face was looking extra stubbly, and the circles under his eyes would make anyone suspect he hadn’t slept in weeks—which wasn’t entirely wrong. “We’re drinking tonight,” rolled off Shane’s lips as he strolled right past Ryland into the kitchen to grab his trusty bottle of Patron. Making his way back to the living room, Ryland just raised an eyebrow at him in response.“Yeah?”“Yeah,” Shane popped the top off the bottle before taking a big swig of the tequila, face scrunching as the alcohol burned his throat going down. Without skipping a beat, he flicked some music on the TV before flopping down onto the couch, offering the bottle to Ryland. The other man didn’t hesitate or question his boyfriend, tonight they were going to let loose. Ryland followed his boyfriend’s actions, drinking directly from the bottle. He couldn’t help but shiver as the liquid made it’s way down his throat—stinging the whole way.“God, that never gets any easier—well, except for when you’re already drunk. Then it’s pretty easy,” Ryland shrugged, turning the music on the TV up. Shane chuckled, grabbing the bottle for his second shot. He sat back watching as his boyfriend got up and started dancing to the music, not minding to just sit back and watch. The thought of dancing—in theory—was good. It was fun, especially when you were doing it with someone you liked. But Shane’s childhood and horrible self-image made it very uncomfortable. Ryland moved so effortlessly in time with the music, and fuck his body looked perfect the way it swayed and twirled. 

Ryland stepped over to Shane, shimmying his shoulders as he snatched the tequila bottle, gulping down his second shot. “Why don’t you dance with me!” Ryland practically yelled over the music. Shane was already starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol, his head just starting to spin. A warmth rushed over his body, starting at his fingers and going all the way to his toes. Ryland was clearly starting to feel the effects of the tequila. He had a tendency of dancing more risqué when he was drunk, Shane noticed—with no complaints. Fuck it, Shane thought, dragging himself off the couch. Tove Lo’s “Talking Body” started blasting through the speakers and Ryland couldn’t help the scream of excitement that came out of his mouth. He all but threw the bottle back at Shane to resume to his dance floor in front of the couch. He twirled around in circles, swaying his hips in time with the beat. Shane watched in amusement, belting out the lyrics as his boyfriend dropped to the floor several times, hands raised above his head. Shane bit his lip watching the way Ryland moved. Unable to stand the distance between them, Shane diminished it quickly, grabbing his hips and swaying to the beat. The other beamed at Shane, biting back a smile as he quickly turned in Shane’s grip to playfully grind his ass against his boyfriend.

Now if we’re talking bodyYou got a perfect one so put it on meSwear it won’t take you long If you love me rightWe fuck for life, on and on and on

Ryland was just about to work his way into a spin when his foot got caught on one of Uno’s chew toys. His foot colliding with the soft material of the toy made him lose his balance. Before Shane could comprehend and grab him to prevent the fall, Ryland slipped on the wood floor—crashing hard.“Fuck!” He belted, grabbing his ankle as if to make sure it were still attached. Shane dropped to his knees, meeting Ryland on the floor.“Shit are you okay?!”“I think—I think I twisted my ankle…” Ryland choked out the words, biting back the tears as the pain started ripping through him. Shane panicked, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss to the forehead as he bolted up from the floor in desperate search of his phone.“Stay there! I’m getting an Uber!” Shane ran to the kitchen, pacing frantically as he set up the arrangements for Ryland to be brought to the hospital. Ryland did all he could to not laugh—because really, where would he be going right now—but also feeling extremely grateful that his boyfriend was so quick to help him and be there for him. Shane rushed back to the living room moments later, bag of frozen veggies in hand, words were flying from him lips but Ryland barely understood. Something about them being on their way. He would be lying if he said his head wasn’t spinning, too. Before he knew it, Shane was wrapping his arm’s around his frame, lifting him from the floor bridal-style and bringing him to the couch. “Don’t worry baby… you’re gonna be okay,” Shane placed the frozen peas on Ryland’s ankle, the other man instantly letting out a wince. He offered Shane a weak smile, reaching out to hold his hand as they waited for the Uber.

***The next morning, Ryland awoke in Shane’s protective arms, his boyfriend already awake and watching him with a worried look. He attempted to blink himself awake, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wipe away the sleep. Glancing down to his feet, he noticed his ankle was wrapped in medical cloth. A sigh escaped his lips as he nuzzled into Shane’s chest.“Hey, morning,” Shane cooed, placing a gentle kiss to Ryland’s head. The other grumbled in response. “How are you feeling?”“Sore.” Ryland rubbed his head, trying to piece together what even happened last night.“You slipped and fell on one of Uno’s toys,” Shane explained as if he had read Ryland’s mind, “I called for an Uber to get you to the hospital because we had been drinking. It’s not too serious—just a sprain. The doctor wrapped you up in the bandage and prescribed you some pain meds,” he grabbed the bottle from the nightstand table to show Ryland. “Try to stay off it as much as you can, and ice it as often as you need to,” Shane recited the instructions the doctor had given him. Ryland sighed once again. Had Shane actually carried him upstairs and into bed last night? He nuzzled deeper into Shane.“Thank you.”“For what?” Shane was puzzled, he hadn’t done anything.“For caring for me the way you do.” Ryland pressed a gentle kiss to Shane’s cheek. “Now, how about you help me downstairs so we can grab some breakfast? I need to take these pills with food, and I definitely need one right about now.” He groaned, pushing himself to sit up. Shane maneuvered Ryland’s arm around his neck, helping the man out of bed. They took slow, careful steps so Ryland could limp at his own pace without putting any extra pressure on his ankle. Everything was fine until they got to the stairs. Ryland stopped dead in his tracks and gulped. The spiral staircase was one of Ryland’s favorite parts of Shane’s home. Ever since he was a kid, he always loved them. He would fantasize about being a grown up, being able to walk down spiral stairs early in the morning in a robe and not have a single thing to worry about. In ways, he was living his childhood dream. His favorite thing to do was to waltz down the stairs wearing Shane’s oversized fluffy robe and sunglasses, acting like the Queen herself—just to hear Shane’s laugh.But now, with a busted ankle, this staircase was fucking terrifying. All those steps. What if he fell again? He was lucky that he only sprained his ankle, but the pain from that was almost too much. He couldn’t imagine actually breaking it. It must’ve been the sweat beading down his face, his skin going ghost-white, or how he actually stopped breathing that made Shane think he might be nervous. Without a word or second thought, Shane swooped Ryland up in his arms and carried him down the stairs. A gasp slipped through Ryland’s lips as he tightened his grip around Shane’s neck. Sometimes he actually forgot how strong Shane was. And right now, being held tightly against Shane’s chest, and feeling those arms around hm,, Ryland thought he might swoon. A rosy red crept up Ryland’s cheek, making Shane giggle.“You are so freaking adorable, you know that right?” Shane pressed a gentle kiss to Ryland’s jaw. As they neared the bottom of the stairs, Ryland couldn’t help but feel overcome with gratitude for his sweet boyfriend and how loving he was. Not only did Shane actually panic last night when Ryland got hurt, proceed to make immediate arrangements for them to get to the hospital and acknowledge that neither were in a state to drive, but then totally cater to Ryland’s needs and help him in every way possible.“Do you even realize how amazing you are, Shane Dawson?” Ryland hummed, carefully slipping out of Shane’s hold when they reached the last step. Shane blushed as he set Ryland down with ease, making sure to keep all weight off his bad ankle.“I’m not amazing—I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to take care of you. Scratch that, that makes it sound like a chore—I want to take care of you because I love you.” Ryland beamed at the older man, pulling Shane’s face down to his to crash their lips together, making the other hum in delight. Shane pulled away, helping Ryland over to the dining room table. “Wait here, I’ll get us some breakfast—and some water for you to take that medication with.” Before Shane could walk off, Ryland grabbed his arm, pulling him back in for another kiss.“Seriously Shane, thank you.” Ryland held Shane’s face in between his hands, staring deeply into those gorgeous, familiar blue eyes. “I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Shane gave Ryland’s hand a loving squeeze. And he meant it. Last night when Ryland got hurt, he was terrified. Seeing him in pain, tore him apart and actually made his heart hurt—and it wasn’t just the burning of the alcohol in his chest. As long as Ryland would have him, Shane would always be there to care for and protect him. He only hoped it could be forever.

[switchdnp]

Puppy Love

Summary: 1714 words of self-indulgent petplay with extremely sappy aftercare

Warnings: d/s themes, punishment, degradation n humiliation, fucking leg humping bc idk, use of the word slut, some praise tho, pain kink, sex toys kinda?? i think thats all

A/n: i discussed this concept with morg at like 12am in the morning so blame them for this

Phil doesn’t even need to ask when he wants to play, Dan knows by now the signs of him slowly slipping into subspace. Stress can cause it, Phil loves getting to let go of his anxieties and worries, even if it’s only for an evening with Dan. It gives him a special kind of respite from every day life, one where he can relax and simply let Dan take care of him, think for him, and let him trust in the knowledge that he’d be safe no matter what. Even after it’s over, he feels more ready to take on whatever was troubling him before.

And it’s good for Dan to, he’s a control freak at heart, and getting to have his boyfriend utterly at his will got him going in a way that used to make him feel guilty, worry he was too demanding or overbearing. Nowadays there was no shame, Dan loved to control, and Phil loved being controlled, if only for the scene.

Today play started in the morning, Dan could tell Phil needed a break, the week had been overwhelming for him, and he deserved to be taken care of. He woke Phil up with his lips around his cock, eyes shooting open, adrenaline rushing from the unknown stimulation. Dan knew he was okay with this, he’d proclaimed his love for being woken up by a blowjob or rimjob numerous times, more times than Dan could count in fact. It made him feel subby instantly, legs forced spread and cock throbbing helplessly, all while he could hardly even think, mind still clouded with being barely awake.

Phil’s thighs started trembling, and Dan popped off; he could tell he was getting close, and Dan had better, longer plans for today than just a short and sweet orgasm. Phil whined and pouted his lips when Dan pulled away, but held his hips still when he told him to.

“Alright lovely, I’ve got a plan for today, do you wanna be my little puppy? Let me make you feel good?” Dan explained, running a soothing hand up and down Phil’s thigh. Phil nodded, and Dan squeezed the soft flesh like a confirmation that he’d take good care of him all throughout the scene.

“Okay, I’m gonna go out, get some chores done, why don’t you get yourself nice and ready for me while I’m gone?” Dan said, voice soft and cooing, almost overly sweet in the way it purred in Phil’s ear. He liked it that way, just a little bit condescending, a little bit patronizing, but still full of fondness.

“Yes Master, how do you want me to get ready?” Phil asked, smiling when Dan’s fingers trailed higher up his thigh, almost daring to slip under the pant leg of his boxers.

“Just a shower, stretch yourself, and get yourself in your puppy gear. You’ll look so pretty, my lovely pup.” Dan praised, kissing Phil’s forehead and ruffling his hair, the soft affection almost teasing when Phil couldn’t get what else he had planned for him out of his head. They stayed like that for few more minutes, just Dan gently pushing Phil further and further into subspace, until he actually did have to get going. There were genuine chores to be done, after all.

He pulled away and Phil whimpered, only reassured by the knowledge that Dan would come back, and a tiny head pat.

“I’ll be back before you know it puppy, just be good for me, okay? You know your rules.” Dan instructed as he left, blowing Phil a kiss because he was a softie at heart, and closing the bedroom door behind him. Phil got to work as soon as he was gone, undressing himself and hopping in the shower. He resisted the urge to stretch himself then, knowing it would probably lead to full-on shower masturbation—and that was against Dan’s rules. Instead, he simply shaved, and put extra conditioner in his hair, knowing Dan would be running his fingers through it a lot tonight.

After the shower, he got himself in his puppy ears—floppy, tan, and absolutely adored by Dan—and laid himself down on the bed, dipping his fingers in the lube Dan kept on their dresser, and circling his rim. He slipped in two at once, wanting to get the process over before he risked getting too turned on. It felt so good, too good, and Phil couldn’t help but get carried away with the pleasure, ending up fucking himself fervently on all four fingers. He bit down onto the sheets, ears bobbing each time he rutted back against his own touch.

Growing frustrated with himself, Phil pulled his fingers out, needing a better, stronger stimulation. He grabbed his tail plug, and pressed it quickly past his rim, wincing at the tiny bit of pain his own impatience brought him. Grabbing the remote hidden in Dan’s bedside drawer, he turned on the vibrations, yelping at the sudden jolt of pleasure. He was never allowed to use the vibe without Dan’s permission when they were in play, but he was desperate, so hard it hurt, and Dan wouldn’t be back for some time. Or so he’d thought.

Just as he was nearing his orgasm, Dan opened the door, the stern frown on his face making Phil shiver with shame. He sat up and turned to face Dan, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but choked off by Dan’s fingers wrapping around his throat. The pressure was gentle, barely even pressing on the arteries, but combined with the way Dan’s eyes were practically burning into his it made Phil light headed.

“You’ve been a very, very bad puppy, do you know that Phil? You’re going to have to be punished.” He chastised, tightening his grip on Phil’s neck. Phil’s heart was thrumming in his chest—Dan rarely had to ever punish him, but the few times it did happen, he was left sobbing and shaking in the best way possible. Dan’s hand left his neck in favor of his hair, tugging harshly and forcing Phil to look down to the ground.

“Get on the floor, slut. You can hump my fucking leg to come, like the dog you are.” Dan commanded, voice not leaving any room for noncompliance. Phil shuffled off the bed instantly, cheeks flushing hot as he rutted against the rough material of Dan’s denim jeans. He tried to stare at the floor, lips parted and eyes fluttering shut as he let himself get lost in the sensation.

“Faster, bitch, humiliate yourself for me.” Dan growled, pulling Phil’s hair and forcing him to look up, eyes wide as they made contact with Dan’s. He did as Dan asked, grinding his hips faster and whining at the slight burn on his cock. It felt better than it should have, the pain really only making him leak more precum, wet and warm on Dan’s leg.

“You’re getting me all dirty puppy, lay on your back, I’ll get you off with my shoe.” Dan said, voice a bit softer, a bit gentler as Phil laid back for him, legs spread and absolutely helpless. He knew it was difficult for Phil to relax like this, he was so exposed and unguarded, but he knew Dan wouldn’t ever dare to really hurt him, and that was enough to calm his nerves.

Dan nudged Phil’s thighs a bit more open, and then grinded down hard into his cock. The sole of his shoe was rough and demanding on Phil’s cock, and it drove him even further into subspace. He was so weak, so pitiful before his Master, and Dan was absolutely loving it, loving giving and giving until Phil couldn’t take anymore. He pushed harder and Phil squirmed, legs jolting shut around Dan’s ankle on reflex, trembling harshly. Dan leaned down and gently pulled them apart, not feeling the need to reprimand him when he was taking his punishment so well.

Phil’s legs started quivering and Dan knew he was getting close. He ordered Phil to rut up against his shoe, smiling and praising him when he quickly bucked up his hips.

“Master, Master, it feels so good, love when you’re—fuck!—rough with me. Can I come please, Master? I need to come so bad.” Phil begged, voice high and frantic as his release started building in his stomach. He wasn’t sure if he could hold it back, and he didn’t want to disappoint Dan again.

“Come for me puppy, you’ve been so good, you deserve it.” Dan assured, moaning under his breath as Phil came under him, back arching off the floor and whole body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. His cock throbbed, the last spurts of cum weakly dribbling down and staining Dan’s shoe.

Dan gathered up in his arms once he came down from his high, sitting them both up on the bed and stroking his sore, shaking thighs. Phil relaxed into the contact, eyes half-lidded and head nuzzling against Dan’s chest.

“Did so well for me, my good little puppy.” Dan praised, rubbing a warm, big hand up and down Phil’s back. He pulled out the plug and took off Phil’s ears, patting his head and giggling when Phil pulled down his hand to kiss at his fingers. He opened his eyes fully just to look up at Dan, take in the fond, all-adoring expression on his face, and how it was all meant for him, and only him.

“”M sleepy,” He sighed, going even more pliant in Dan’s lap.

“Go to sleep love, Master will keep you safe.” Dan cooed, kissing Phil’s forehead as he dozed off, knowing when he woke up Dan would still be there to give him more love, more affection. His heart fluttered with soft, familiar love, and it felt like warmth and safety and home. He was at home in their mutual love, and really, what more could Phil ask for?

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[rohdutch]

Kisses to Write pt. 1

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x reader

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I've wanted to do something like this for so long and it literally took forever for me to actually get off my lazy butt and do it. Basically, I found this 'kisses to write' list like a year or so ago and wrote them down, but completely forgot about them for a year. Recently, upon finding my old prompt notebook, I found the list and immediately decided I wanted to do something with them with a few different people. I guess this is a series?? Idk, but I do plan to do some more of these probably with some characters from different fandoms I'm from ig. Also, this is my first McCoy thing I've wrote and it took me a while to decide to do other people besides wrestlers bc so far, my tumblr fics have just been wrestling related. I didn't know if I wanted to have just wrestling related fics or branch out to other fandoms that I'm in, but since my blog is already a mess I thought why not? :/

If you wanna be on my taglist for McCoy lemme know bc I do plan to do some stuff with him in the future, it's just gonna take me a while to adapt to the whole multifandom writing thing.

Ugh. Okay too much talking on my part. Enjoy!

Editing this in after the fact, but tagging @musikat18 bc ik Karl's your guy and you're kinda the whole reason I even started watching any of his stuff soooo yeah.

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Morning kisses - barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks bc A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while.

"Leo," you whispered softly, interrupting the silence of your bedroom. When you received no response you preceded to roll over, the comforter rolling beneath you. "Leo," you spoke a bit louder this time, but the body lying next to you stayed still, the only movement being made was his nose crinkling slightly.

You were still half asleep and the window in your room didn't allow in much light from the morning sun which resulted in the kiss you had intended for Leonard's lips landing on his jaw instead. You stiffled your giggles at the way his face scrunched up when you tried again, this time your lips landing on his cheek.

Leonard let out a sleepy groan, opening one eye to look at you lying on your stomach next to him. "What are you doing?"

You bit your lip as you smiled. Leonard's hair was mussed from sleep and his accent was out in full force due to his sleepiness. "Trying to wake you."

Leonard closed his eyes, letting out another groan as he threw an arm over his face. "What time is it?"

"Going on 7," you told him, turning slightly to glance at the clock on your bedside table. As you went to look back at Leonard's figure next to you, you were surprised by him rolling over and turning you on your back, earning a yelp from you.

Leonard just hummed in response, wrapping his arms around you and hooking your legs together, resulting in a tangle of limbs. You let out a laugh when he nuzzled his face into your neck, letting your own arms wrap around his bare shoulders.

"Go back to sleep."

"But-"

"No buts," Leonard said, his voice slightly muffled against your neck, "we're on leave so no getting up before 10 am. Doctor's orders."

You smiled at that. Just as you opened your mouth to inform Leonard that since you were on leave, that meant he currently wasn't in doctor mode, but the light snores vibrating against your neck stopped you. Instead you let yourself relax into the comfort of your bed and Leonard's arms around you as you closed your eyes. "Understood, Doctor."

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"I thought I lost you" kisses - the breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs wiping away tears until their mouths meet messily, the world seeming to disappear around them.

It seemed like time stopped when your eyes landed on Leonard, and you found your feet moving without your say so. And then you were running, and you thought you were crying, but you weren't really sure. In that moment, all you were sure about was Leonard running towards you and meeting you halfway. You were in his arms in seconds, the breath knocked out of both of you as your arms curled around each other. You didn't even care that there were people watching, all you cared about was that he was here and that he was safe.

Leonard's hands found the back of your shirt, his fingers grasping at the fabric as he whispered your name, the sound barely audible over the noise of Yorktown around you. "I thought I lost you," he said, and you could hear the shakiness of his voice. "Good God, I thought I'd lost you."

"Me too," you replied, pulling back slightly and reaching up to run your hands over his cheeks to the back of his neck. "I was so worried. About you, about the crew...I was terrified that none of you would make it." You placed a hand over your mouth to muffle the sob that threatened to escape, and now you were sure that you were crying.

In the chaos of everything happening on Yorktown—where you had been staying while the Enterprise was on their rescue mission—you hadn't bothered worrying about your own safety. You had been too concerned about the safety of the Enterprise crew and the rest of the inhabitants of Yorktown to worry about your own and, more than once, it had led to you putting yourself at risk. In the end, though, everyone and everything had turned out okay. Knowing this information had helped put you at ease, but your emotions still ran high after the whole situation was over.

"Hey," Leonard said, his hands grabbing your face and swiping at your cheeks. "We're okay. We made it back to each other and we're safe."

You could see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he spoke and you felt a rush of many different emotions course through you all at once. You found yourself falling into Leonard, your lips pressing messily against his, letting the world around you fade away. Then his mouth was on your cheek, your nose, anywhere he could press his lips to. You let your eyes close and he pressed his lips there too, against your right eyelid, then your left as you relaxed into his embrace and caresses.

"We're okay," he repeated, pressing his lips against yours once more before pulling your flush against him, just holding you. "We're okay."

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"We can't do this" kisses - fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A's neck.

You could feel the tension in Leonard's body as he pressed his forehead gently against yours. Even though this action was gentle, the rest of his body was anything but.

His jaw was clenched, and his brows were brought together like he was thinking hard (which he probably was). His hands, which up until a few moments ago had been shoved inside his pockets, were now on your hips, his fingers gripping tightly as if he were trying to prevent his hands from moving elsewhere. His breath was warm against your lips and you allowed yourself to tilt your head slightly, letting your lips brush against his, if only briefly. This resulted in Leonard letting out a shaky exhale as his grip on your hips loosened and his forehead dropped into your neck.

"We can't do this," he stated simply, and you found yourself bringing your arms up to rest around his shoulders, one of your hands brushing over the hair at the nape of his neck. "We can't."

You only nodded. You knew that letting something happen between the two of you could be dangerous. You had seen the things Uhura and Spock had went through to keep their relationship intact and although seeing them work out gave you hope, it also terrified you to no end.

What if it didn't work out? The two of you would still be required to work together if that happened, and you could only imagine how painful that would be. There was also the fact that Leonard had already been through one relationship that had ended terribly and left him feeling so broken. You knew he had concerns about getting into another relationship even after all this time.

But you didn't know if you wanted to just let him go; you didn't know if you could let him go. After all this time you two had finally found your way to each other and you weren't sure if you could just let all of that go so easily.

"Lee," you murmured his name softly, moving your hands to his neck in an attempt get him to look at you. "Leo, hey, c'mon, look at me." When he finally brought his head up, you gave him a soft smile and moved your hands to his cheeks. "Do you trust me?"

Leonard watched you carefully, releasing a deep breath as he did so. Slowly, he nodded.

"Okay. Then I need you to trust me on this." You pulled his face to yours, pressing your foreheads together again as your noses bumped against each other. "Trust me," you whispered, closing your eyes and pressing your lips to his.

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"Come to bed" kisses - A has their hand on B's neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A's hands slide down B's arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck.

Leonard felt you before he saw you, your hand on the back of his neck as he was taking a sip of the coffee he had left bed to make.

"Come to bed," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

"Just making some coffee first, darlin'," he explained as your hand moved down his arm, grabbing the hand that wasn't holding his drink and lacing your fingers together.

You smiled as Leonard allowed you to pull on his hand, walking backwards as you dragged him back to your shared bedroom.

"Y'know," Leonard started, pausing to take another sip from his mug, "your combination of bed head and my old Academy t-shirt is real nice. Maybe you should pair the two together more often."

You smirked at his smug look, stopping suddenly and letting him bump against you. You took advantage of his shock and pressed your lips to his briefly, quickly wiping the smug look off his face.

Leonard frowned at you when you pulled away. "You almost made me spill my coffee."

You smiled cheekily as you preceded to pull him to your bedroom. "I know."

Leonard rolled his eyes when you finally reached the room and practically skipped over to the bed, quickly finding your way back under the covers. Leonard chuckled when you motioned for him to hurry up and made his way over to his side of the bed, sliding under the covers when you held them open for him.

"Try not to spill coffee all over our comforter, please."

Leonard laughed at your words, resting his back against the headboard while you cuddled up against his side, his free arm looping around your shoulders. He let out a small moan against the rim of his mug when your lips moved against his neck, then his jaw.

"Sweetheart, keep doing that and I don't think we'll be leaving this bed anytime soon."

You smiled against his skin. "Good thing we're on leave then, huh?"

[welovekpopscenarios]

Confessions (Jimin x Reader)

Admin: Candi Request: “One night stand with bad boy jimin (smokes drinks etc) and you to fall in love after 😉😉 – anon” Fandom: BTS Member/reader: Jimin x Reader Genre/warning(s): smut, drug use (weed), stripping, fluff Words: 3.3k Authors note: This was so enjoyable to write for some reason idk. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

           “Strip for me.” Jimin said as he sat in the chair intently watching you while smoking a blunt. You slowly took off your clothes while swaying your hips to the music Jimin put on. One night stands weren’t your thing but Jimin persuaded you into going back to his house tonight and you knew you were going to end up in his bed. He was the local bad boy, he could have any girl he wanted and you were his choice for tonight. You knew it was stupid of you but you couldn’t resist him. He looked so good in college today, black ripped jeans, military boots, white t-shirt with rips on it and a leather jacket. His smile always got you, the way he carried himself, he was the walking definition of sex appeal so, why not have some fun and sleep with the bad boy of the college?

           You were putting on a show for him, there was no awkwardness and you didn’t feel uncomfortable, you went hard. His room was lit up with red lights, setting the perfect atmosphere for you. He sat on a black chair in the middle of his room, his legs spread, one leg stretched out while the other rested on the leg of the chair, his arm hanging down the back of the chair while the other held his blunt. You were completely naked aside from still having panties on. You walk over to him while you squeeze your breasts, his eyes scanning your whole body. You sit on his lap and rest your hands on his shoulders, your lips lingering over his neck, your hips rolling to the sound of the music. You took the blunt from his hand and smoked it yourself, you were astonished at your reckless behavior but it felt right.

           Jimin was extremely good at controlling himself, he didn’t touch you while you were giving him a lap dance, he didn’t even get hard. It worried you but you remembered he probably has sex with twenty different people in one week so you realized he can easily contain himself. You finally got the courage to kiss him, your hands slipped under his t-shirt, feeling his defined abs. The contact made him sit up and put his hands on you, his hands wrapping around your waist bringing you closer to him. His hands were all over you and you enjoyed every second of it.

           You stood up and pulled him by his collar, standing him up and you quickly pushed him to the bed and got on his lap. He moved the material of the panties off to the side so he could feel you. His touch sending goosebumps all over your body. Your lips pressed together, his tongue swiftly making its way into your mouth. He threw his jacket on the floor next to his bed and his t-shirt followed. He lied down and you wasted no time in kissing his chest. Your tongue moved from his chest to his abs, your mouth watering and leaving a trail of wetness from his chest to his abs.

           Once you were at his jeans you undid his belt and put it next to him, your mouth so eager to put his length in your mouth that you felt yourself salivate. After you were finally able to take his jean off all that was left was the boxers. You teased him through the fabric and that’s when he finally started to lose control, his dick grew bigger in your hand and Jimins breath got much more intense, it eventually started sounding like moans and growls. While rubbing his growing dick you stuck your tongue out and licked all the way up his length through the fabric, that was Jimins breaking point, he quickly pulled down his boxers and tangled his fingers into your hair. You wrapped your fingers around his member and began to pump. Eventually, you put your wet tongue on his tip and sucked him. The sensation made Jimin moan and you felt so good about yourself.

           You finally put his whole dick in your mouth and his fist tightened in your hair. Your mouth over his dick while your hand was on his balls, lightly massaging them. You took your time with him, your core was burning and your panties were soaking but you wanted to enjoy him for as long as possible, you knew this was a one night stand and nothing else would happen. The moves were light and slow, making him way more sensitive.

           “Let’s see if I look as good between your legs because you look hella good between mine.” Jimins voice was raspy, the sound of the sentence stirred up a storm in your stomach, your core was burning and the thought of his lips coming in contact with your slit made you feel lightheaded. Jimin got up and flipped you onto your back, his tongue entered your mouth once again. As he was kissing you his hand squeezed your breasts and then made its way to your panties. His middle finger pressed into you, he moved it from your entrance to your clit, getting your juices to spread all over your folds. He followed your steps and lowered his kisses from your mouth to your chest then your stomach until he was finally facing your pussy.

           Ultimately, he ripped your panties off and pressed his mouth into you, he didn’t ease you into it, he was hungry for you and all he wanted to do was taste you. He sucked your clit and ate you out, no one ever ate you out so well. His tongue made perfect circles around your folds, he added two fingers to the mix and pumped them inside you, pressing into your gspot. The combination of his wet tongue on your clit and the two fingers pumping inside you made you climax very fast, you were surprised that you didn’t last but it felt so good and the sight of him between your legs sent you over the edge as well.

           “Already done babygirl? Better recover fast because we’re not done yet.” His eyes met yours and you got excited over his remark. He reached over to his drawer and pulled out a condom, he slipped it on so fast you didn’t even notice. Before he enters you, he looks at you for reassurance, you bite your lip and give him a nod. He spreads your legs and rubs himself all over you to cover the condom in your juices for an easier entry. It finally happens, his dick is finally entering you, you wanted it so bad for so long. He was gentle, making sure you were adjusting well to him but it seemed like he was the one having a problem adjusting to you.

           “You’re so fucking tight, oh my god, this feels so good.” He said and he wasn’t even fully in you, probably one third of the way. His moans got extremely loud and his eyes were shut tightly. This felt amazing, the bad boy wasn’t able to handle how good you felt, it definitely boosted your ego. Once he was finally all the way inside you he started moving in and out.

           “I’m not going to last long with you.” His breath heavy on your neck. You smirk to yourself and cross your ankles on his back. His dick felt so good inside you, his size was perfect and every stroke felt delectable. You licked his neck and nibbled on his ear, you could see the sweat starting to form on his body, with every push his abs became more defined. His muscly arms were starting to shake, he was growing even more inside you. The pleasure from the strokes was becoming more powerful, his forehead was on yours and his breath was warm on your mouth. He went faster and as he did his moans became more frequent, you whined his name and held him closer, it was physically impossible for two people to be closer than you and Jimin at the moment. Both of your bodies started to tense up, every push felt more intense and you both finally released. Jimin practically screamed and his name involuntarily left your mouth.

           He collapsed next to you and threw the condom into the bin next to the bed. You were both out of breath so you let yourselves rest. Once you regained your breath you started to dress and pack up.

           “Where are you going?” Jimin asks, sounding quite confused.

           “Oh, I was going to get a cab home. You’re probably busy with something I don’t want to bother you.” You felt quite awkward for some reason, you didn’t want to interrupt him with his busy life and you didn’t feel like staying longer, the cuddles after sex wasn’t how you’d want this night to end, it felt forced and he probably didn’t want you to stay anyway.

           “It’s 1am, what am I going to be busy with?”

           “I don’t know, it’s you! You’re busy all the time.”

           “You might think that but it’s not entirely true.”

           “Oh?”

           “Please stay, I want you to stay.”

           The butterflies in your stomach made you nauseous. You decided to stay anyway, 1am wasn’t exactly the safest time to go out and look for a cab. You sat on his bed and he got up and gave you one of his t-shirts to sleep in, it was nice and baggy and made you feel safe, it smelled like him too.

           “I know everyone has their own opinion about me and what I do but they’re all wrong.” Jimin began to explain. Your attention was fully on him, it felt like he was opening up to you and you didn’t understand why, what made you so special?

           “My exterior looks way different than who I really am. I mean, yeah, I do smoke, I drink but who doesn’t? I dress a certain way but everyone has their own sense of style, right?”

           “Jimin I’m sorry if this comes across as rude but why are you telling me this? I do want to hear what you have to say but I’m not really sure if this is something you say to everyone or?”

           “You might be under the impression I sleep with a lot of people but I don’t. Girls are always interested in me but I’m not interested in them. Everyone thinks I’m a badass who just disrespects everything around him, I know that that’s my reputation. Sure, when I go out I tend to get crazy but I have a lot of respect for a lot of people.”

           “Then why are you interested in me?” You ignore everything else he said and focus solely on that part, once you heard him say he isn’t interested in the girls that fall to his feet you wondered why the interest in you.

           “You don’t act like they do, you always treat me like a human. I know we’re not extremely close but whenever you see me you just say hi, you don’t giggle and turn to your friends to say how I made eye contact with you. You help me if I need it in class and you don’t try to seduce me.”      

           “Well I mean, we did just have sex.”

           “True but it was me who asked you, I’m the one interested.”

           “I am too though.”

           “Yeah but if I never initiated it, you never would have tried to persuade me and that’s what I like about you. You’re just different.”      

           “I just don’t see why people would treat you that way. You’re cool and all and you carry yourself a certain way but everyone can be cool if you get to know them. As humans we judge though, it’s in our nature to judge the exterior because we’re lazy, it’s too much work these days getting to know the real person.”        

           You continued to rant about how disgusting it is that people don’t try to get to know Jimin and just assume how he is. You were both on his bed, you were lying down while he was sitting up, his hand brushed off you from time to time and you knew it was on purpose. After a while of innocent touches he put his hand on your thigh as you were talking and delicately rubbed it. You felt such a strong connection with him you felt yourself fall for him. You weren’t friends, you were just acquaintances, you helped him in college and you’d see each other on nights out and make small talk but right now, it felt like you were more than that, he opened up to you completely about how he felt and how people treated him.

           The next day you both woke up quite late but still made it into college. You both got out of his car and all eyes were on you. Jimin never showed up to college with a girl. As you walked down the corridor everyone was whispering, you felt so vulnerable. His hand was over your shoulder and you looked like a couple which didn’t feel right. He was extremely popular and you were just an average student.

           When you got to class he sat next to you, every student was talking about you and some even dared to sneak pictures of how close Jimin was to you. It was definitely being sent around to people. You never had this much attention from one person, nevermind the whole college. You started wondering if Jimin wants more than just sex, he never was this close to you and he was showing you off to all of his friends, it made you feel good though, you felt like you were important to him. Once your class was dismissed you decided to meet up with your friends but Jimin followed you.

           “Can I just meet up with my friend alone? I’m really liking your company but I need to tell her what happened and I’d feel quite awkward saying that you were ramming your cock inside me, in front of her while you’re next to me.” You smiled and him innocently and his mouth parted at what you just said, he got shy and nodded his head. You knew what you just said was quite out of character but it was the only way to actually get him to agree to let you have some time to yourself.

           You hurried to the canteen, basically ran, and your friend stood up and ran towards you the second she saw you enter the canteen.        

           “Y/N what the fuck happened?”

           “What do you mean?”            “Are you and Jimin together? Everyone is talking about it!!!” She was practically screaming at you. You both walked to the seat as every eye in the canteen followed you.

           “Okay this isn’t going to work, we need a more private place.” You said to her and you quickly left. Thankfully she had a car so you ended up evacuating to it.

           “Tell me everything Y/N this is huge! I didn’t even think you were that interested in him.”

           “That’s the thing! I wasn’t but I always appreciated his looks.” You began to explain how you were out and met up with Jimin and things just escalated. You told her every detail and each minute her eyes widened. She was shocked at what she heard, from the stripping to the ex to the confessions after. After a while, you were finally done telling her every detail and silence filled the car.

           “Can you please say something?” You plead.

           “First off, wow I’m so proud of you, you got laid. Second off, you got laid and it was Jimin. Third off, do you like him?”

           “It sounds stupid because we aren’t that close but after last night I feel so connected to him and today he hasn’t let go of me once, I was barely able to make it without him to you because he started walking with me towards the canteen.”

           “So, you like him.”

           “Yes.”

           Your friend suddenly burst with excitement, you weren’t expecting that reaction at all form her, to be quite honest, you didn’t know what you were expecting but definitely not that. She started saying how cute that is and how he’s the bad boy but he’s falling in love with an average student and how romantic and cliché it is. You rolled your eyes at her and asked for advice.

           “I don’t think you should care what anybody says. This would be huge news obviously seeing as Jimin is never seen with a girl that way and people would talk about it for ages and I bet 99.9% of the girls in college would hate you but who gives a shit?”

           “99.9%? I’m pretty sure it would be 100%.”

           “No, I’m that .1% that wouldn’t and I’d still love you, support you and love the both of you.”      

           “That’s cute.” You smiled at her. You finished your lunch in her car and both continued to talk about last night and how much you like Jimin.

           You walked to your next class, Jimin was standing around with his friends and you walked past him, you weren’t used to the fact that you were showing him attention now. He grabbed your wrist and stopped you from walking away.

           “Did you chat to your friend?” He smiled at you.

           “Yeah, she was really nice about everything.” You blushed.

           “I’m glad.”

           His arm over your shoulder once again. The group started becoming smaller as everyone was going back to class. Jimin said bye to his friends and you started walking to your class together. On the way, you suddenly felt a push against your back and you turned around to see three girls around Jimin. They were asking him a million questions and asking for help after college. He looked at you and pouted, you laughed and walked towards him, you found his hand between the girls and pulled him away.

           “Thank you.” He plants a soft kiss on your cheek. You feel yourself blush and you smile to yourself. For the rest of the day you continued to avoid eye contact with everyone. Once your classes were over you told Jimin you have to go home to study and you made up some lame excuse to just be able to go home and be alone. He offered you a lift but you didn’t take it, you needed some air to clear your mind.

           At home, you went straight to your bed, your mind racing. You suddenly felt so much emotions that you haven’t felt towards Jimin before. You knew he was falling for you too because of how he acted with you. He wasn’t scared to show you off to his friends and he didn’t care what anyone had to say. You couldn’t help but squeal at the thought of you two together, you were so into him and you were the only person that knew how he really is, he told you everything about him and you didn’t have much to say about yourself because you weren’t that exciting but you told him everything anyway.

           It’s crazy how much one night can change everything, there was no expectations of Jimin ever liking you but to your surprise he was interested in you for a while. It felt like a new chapter was beginning and you couldn’t wait to see how it turns out.