#drabble for anonymous

[howtotrainabraincell]

May I request a blurb of Desmond’s teammates insisting he has a rest for once? (Pre or post Lucy whichever)

Of course! Hope I do it justice.

Desmond was exhausted. Utterly exhausted.

He had just experienced everything Ezio felt when he lost Cristina and the overwhelming pain and guilt and anger coursing through him was too much. Everything hurt. His head, his heart, his eyes from the forceful tears shed by the sole Auditore man, his muscles. Everything.

He knew what he had to do. The recovery of his ancestor's memories was important, and it needed to be done. But that didn't mean that it wasn't hard to go through.

Experiencing Ratonhnhaké:ton's pain when he had to watch his mother die and then watch his village get destroyed. Then having to fight his own father who refused to seek peace between the Brotherhood and the Order. Altaïr's anguish when he lost his youngest son Sef and then his wife Maria. It only went further when Altaïr was consumed by guilt for not being able to save his love, and then again when his daughter in law and granddaughters left for Egypt.

Desmond's head and heart began to hurt again just thinking about everything his ancestors had suffered through. They may have had the lives of Assassin's...but it didn't mean that they deserved to suffer.

He could hear two people in the kitchen. Rebecca and Shaun by the voices and the fact that they were the only other two people in the place. They seemed to be arguing, but Desmond's head hurt too much to try and focus on what it was they were saying.

Rebecca pointed at him her eyes narrowed. "I swear to the Isu's if you say one mean or snarky thing to him, I will slap the British out of you."

Shaun quaffed and rolled his eyes. "Am I really that bad to him?"

She looked at him pointedly without saying a word and Shaun sighed relenting. "Alright. I'll be as nice as I can.

"And don't tell him to rest up for the purpose of getting him fit to get back in the Animus. Actually, try to get him to rest. You keep pushing him the way you do, and he'll actually die, instead of just dying on the inside by being emotionally and psychologically traumatized."

The man in glasses watched as Rebecca grabbed the mug of tea she had just made for Desmond.

"Take this to him." She handed the mug off to him carefully. "Without snark."

He spoke sarcastically. "Yes mum."

Rebecca swatted at him aiming to smack his head, and Shaun barely dodged, hissing when a drop of hot water splashed on his hand.

Desmond was hunched over, his elbows on his knees as he held his head in his hands. His hair was disheveled, and his skin was pale and covered in a sheen of sweat. He had bags under his eyes and dried rings of blood around his nose, from hastily wiped away nosebleeds. It seemed as though he could barely hold himself up, and if he attempted to stand, he would fall over without assistance.

Shaun could see that the man was clearly bone tired from his interactions in the Animus.

He was going to try and be nice. He really was. Lest he be smacked by Rebecca and continue to be a complete arse to the guy who was literally the only reason why they could continue their research.

Shaun's voice was gentle. It didn't sound like him, but he was trying. Far too gentle for the snappy and grouchy man Desmond had gotten to know. "Desmond?"

Desmond looked up slowly squinting as the light hit his sensitive eyes and he was met by the scent of ginger and the sight of a coffee cup.

It was Shaun offering him a cup of tea. He reached up hesitantly wincing as his muscles protested against the action and inhaled the scent. It smelled good. Certainly, better than gunpowder, stale blood, and dirt.

The assassin didn't want to assume anything, but he thought for a moment that the British man had a look of concern on his face. He was probably seeing things. Which wouldn't be a surprise in the least.

He spoke again, once more sounding strange compared to how he normally did. "You need to rest for a while. Recover for the sake of yourself. You've been going too long without proper rest."

Desmond wanted to rebuff his statement and say that he just needed a moment before continuing. But he realized that he did need to rest. He felt like death warmed over itself and something within him told him that if he didn't...he would thoroughly regret it.

Rebecca stood a bit of a ways behind him with her arms crossed observing the both of them. "You need to Des. Seriously. We're not going anywhere. We'll be right here if you need anything."

Shaun nodded in agreement. "It's time to rest mate."

[ellecdc]

barty x reader with the touch starved prompt “you fell asleep in my arms, it was adorable” OR “just hold me please”

Barty Crouch Junior x fem!reader who falls asleep in his arms [516 words]

CW: threatening someone bodily harm, fluff

If falling asleep happened slowly first and then all at once, then waking up was decidedly the opposite. 

There was a loud sound that had you tensing and holding your breath; asleep and then suddenly not.

There was an arm under your head, and one circling your torso; both tightening their hold on you, tense on your behalf. 

“Would you sods fuck off. She hasn’t had a decent stretch of sleep in the past three weeks and if either of you wake her up, I swear to Salazar, only Merlin will be able to help you.” 

The room fell quiet again, and the hands loosened their hold on you, though they never left; fingers smoothing circles over your skin where they settled on your skin.

Awake, but not completely. Slowly becoming conscious of the things you could hear (the waves of the Black Lake lapping against the windows of the Slytherin common room, the rapidly retreating footsteps of whatever Slytherin student Barty just threatened, Barty’s breathing), and the things you could feel (every part of your body that was touching Barty, the blanket he had pulled over your form, his breaths dusting across your forehead).

You were aware of what everyone said about Barty; that he was wild, unhinged, a danger to the public. But they didn’t see this Barty; the Barty who would shield you with his body from rambunctious students who threatened your peace and comfort, the Barty whose touch was so soft, so gentle, so pure like he was worried it might be the greatest offence to touch you with anything short of reverence. 

Fuck you loved him.

“Are you smiling in your sleep?” He murmured then, speaking softly as though he wasn’t entirely sure you were actually awake.

Asleep and then suddenly not, finally waking up slowly.

You blinked your eyes open; soft, sleepy smile growing into a beaming sort of thing when the vision of Barty took over your view. 

“Merlin, you wake up chipper.” Barty teased, though his expression remained dutifully lovesick. 

“What time is it?” You asked through a stretch; Barty loosening his hold on you only enough to allow you range of motion to stretch out your limbs before you all but curled back up into him. 

Barty hummed in a slightly bored tone. “Who knows; maybe six? I wasn’t too fussed.”

“Not too fussed about missing dinner?” You asked.

“‘Course not.” Barty scoffed as if you said something ridiculous. “You fell asleep in my arms. It was adorable. Dinner can wait.”

Your response was simply a beaming smile.

“What?” He asked with a smile. 

“You think I’m adorable.” 

Barty threw his head back with a laugh, nodding. “That is very true.”

“You love me.” You added as he looked back down at you.

“Right again, Treasure.” A glint in his eyes. “Feel like going three for three?”

You narrowed your eyes at him as you pretended to think. “You’re going to kiss me.”

His smile fell soft as his eyes fell to your lips. “A perfect score, Tres.” And he pressed his lips to yours.

[zevrra]

Could you write overstimulated stroking Jayce until he cries and beg you to stop.

[a good boy—

includes: [mdni! 18(+), smüt, händjob, slight öräl (m receiving), praise, overstim, jayce is pathetic as always]

ft. jayce x gn!reader

a/n: this isn’t great but UGHHHH PATHETIC WHIMPERING OVERSTIM JAYCE MY BELOVED!!! thank you for this request it was yummy to write <3

“c’mon pretty boy…i know you can do one more.” you mumble against the inside of jayce’s thigh. your fingers are wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking along his thick shaft with a steady pace. jayce tenses under your touch, head thrown back against the couch, his mouth hangs open as you draw every single sweet groan you can out of the man. he shakes his head at your words, tears hanging onto his pretty eyelashes.

“no…i can’t! please, no more.” jayce sobs, bottom lip trembling as he glances down at you.

you can’t help but chuckle a little at his pathetic expression. smiling as you press firmly into the slit of jayce’s sensitive tip, watching sweetly as precum pools around the pad of your thumb. “you know you can handle it. you're so strong my love. i know you can do it.” you encourage.

jayce gasps at your touch; shaking his head once again. you had edged him for hours, stroking from the base of his cock to his head, stringing him closer and closer to his orgasm before removing your hand entirely. until he successfully begged you enough to let him come, so you let him. again and again; until he turned into the overstimulated mess that he is now. he whimpers as his hand reaches to grab at your wrist. “no—“

“don’t touch or i’ll have to tie your hands down again.” you hum.

in response, jayce rips his hand away, instantly showing his true colors. he wanted this. wanted you to keep going; even if he shook his head and cried, until he uttered that safe word…he wanted this more than anything.

“such a big, strong man and you can’t come more than three times, hmm? now, i know better than that baby. you can do it.” you mutter, pressing a kiss into his leaking head, feeling him shiver under your grasp.

jayce reluctantly lowers his hand back to his side, trying his best to relax as your hand begins to move faster. you watch with an observant eye as his face twists in pleasure and focus. jayce grunts as your speed picks up, you settle one hand on his base while the other targets the head of his cock. his back arches as you rub directly against his sensitive tip. every known curse and swear falls from his lips as his fingers grip onto anything they can find. realizing as he’s probably gotten too loud, he bites down on his bottom lip, whimpering behind his sealed lips.

“mmm, that won’t do sweetheart. don’t hold your voice back.” you mumble, pressing your tongue into the slit of his head.

jayce’s mouth falls open again at your request. “fuck i’m coming,” he sobs between ragged breaths, body tensing harshly with his oncoming orgasm. “coming, coming, i’m, i can’t! coming baby, i’m coming!” he stutters. his hips lift quickly to meet every single stroke of your hand, his words failing him now as he reaches his fourth orgasm of the night.

“mhm good.” you sigh softly, smiling fondly as jayce finally cums. his slick coats your fingers, thinner with his back to back orgasms. you press your tongue right up against his twitching head, relishing in his cries as he cums for you. and your hand never stops moving until jayce is twitching with his spent orgasm. tears finally fall free to stream down his cheeks from overstimulation, unable to properly speak anymore. all he can muster is a weak noise resembling a whine, wrapping a hand firmly around your wrist to finally stop you from moving your hand anymore.

and you allow him the opportunity to rest by removing your sticky fingers from around his softening shaft, reaching for the nearby clean up station you had prepared. while cleaning your hands you stand from your crouched position between his thighs, lovingly placing a kiss against his temple. “you did such a good job, baby.” you praise your lover as everything begins to settle down.

jayce weakly settles his hands on your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your body, tilting his head up with a pout on his lips. “do i get my reward now?” he asks softly.

you laugh a little at his sudden eagerness for his so called “reward”. even while you pleased him again and again for so long, all he could think about was pleasing you. “yes, you do.” you reply with a wide smile. his fingers are quick to undo your pants, stripping you of them with his own excited smile. his stamina was truly something else; seeing as he was no longer that exhausted if it meant it was his turn to please you.

god, what a man.

[sinstear]

ellie spanking reader 🙏🙏 plss

yum

“atta girl, there you go baby” ellie groans hoarsely. her hazel eyes hooded, staring at the way the fat of your ass jiggles when her calloused hand lands on your already red skin with another smack. the corner of her lips curling up into a grin when your body jolts, soft whines slipping past your lips. 

“els!” you squeak. clit throbbing in the thin material of your pyjama shorts, the roughness of her jeans rubbing against your cunt. “please—” you whimpered. tear droplets rolling down your cheeks.

she murmurs a small ‘tsk’ at your pleading, hand gripping at the flush flesh. “can’t even fuckin’ punish you anymore without it turning you on” she growled. already aware if she pulled down your shorts, a string of slick would follow. 

“i’m sorry— fuck!” another harsh slap rips a yelp from your throat, your head falling forward as her fingers massage at your skin and soothe away the sting. “ellie please, m’sorry.. just wanted your attention” 

“by being snarky? yeah—” she paused. eyebrows pinched forward in thought. her left hand leaving your ass, and it gave you a second to breath, praying she was done with your punishment— until a harsher ‘smack’ echoed through the bedroom and you choke out a loud moan. the same hand quickly grabbed and squeezed the raw flesh. the tears trickle down your face. “— m’sure you just wanted my attention huh?” she mumbled. scoffing with a slow head shake.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry. i just—”

“you just what, baby?”

pushing your ass back into her just slightly, you plead out a simple whine. a few soft ‘please’ escape between the begs and whines, but it’s still not enough for her.

lightly placing another slap on your ass, she has the balls to chuckle when you jolt in her lap, watching the jiggle of your ass before sighing deeply through her nose. “use your fuckin’ words, baby” 

“need you to touch me, pleaseplease” you moaned. knowing just how much your begging and pleading riles her up and turns her on. but the pleading was quick to die on the tip of your tongue when she’s still scoffing, nails digging into the fat of your ass.

“m’not gonna touch your needy pussy until you’ve learnt your lesson, ‘kay?” 

[castieltrash1]

hiii since you're taking got requests and i saw sandor is one of your faves: there's this post that's like "submissive like a guard dog is submissive" (i hope this makes sense even if you don't know what i'm talking about) and it always makes me think of him bc he's. you know. the hound. so what i'm saying is anything sandor-related with a dom reader would be very appreciated since i've never really seen anyone write him like this before :] if that's not your thing, that's totally fine though !

oh dw anon u came to the right place <3

sandor clegane x gn!reader; smut, dom/sub dynamics, dog motif, the hound is ur beaten and battered guard dog <3 mentions of violence, strong language, etc.

it doesn’t matter how you meet. maybe he serves your family. maybe he’s kidnapped you. maybe you’re just some lowborn whore whose face he pushes into the mattress to avoid looking at when he’s fucking out his anger. at some point, regardless of the roots of your relationship, the hound begins to heel. it’s not always obvious -- especially if you’re not some little lady/lord he’d be beheaded for lifting a finger to -- but it’s there. he’s already spent most of his life like this, and being with you is no different. you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

once he (somewhat) lets you in, the dynamic shifts. you’re not just his liege, his captive, the prettiest face at littlefinger’s silk street brothel -- you’re his. and that makes him yours, he thinks. it means taking care of you, giving you as much comfort and safety that he can offer in this hellish life. it’s the least you deserve for picking him, since now he’ll never let you leave. you’ve resigned yourself to a cruel, cold, and crass beast; who cares if he has to behead a man or two to keep you fed or hold an entire inn hostage just so you can sleep on a featherbed for the night? he’ll never say please or thank you, but he’ll always stand in front of you. he’ll always lean against the door in case someone tries to break in.

he’s not gentle. he’ll growl when you tug his hair, a makeshift collar threaded between your fingers, urging him between your legs or bringing him back up to your mouth. he’ll bark about breaking you in, splitting you in half, vulgar words foaming at his mouth the longer it goes on. and when you lock eyes with him, he’ll always crumble under the weight of your gaze, lowering his head in some twisted form of obedience. he’ll eat out of your palm and you’ll know there are mutts in volantis better fed than him.

“sandor?”

you could hear the resulting sigh from a mile away, the sound of his armor clanking as he heeds your call. when your eyes lock on his figure, he rolls his shoulders back, masking the way he bows his head as if it were nothing more than loosening a crick in his neck. it’s hard to tell when he’s blushing, but you swear there’s a hint of flush blooming down his neck. you think if you asked him to kneel right now, he might even do it.

“i’m hungry,” you say instead, making your way toward him with a small, knowing smile. “let’s go eat.”

+ you’d be better off never mentioning it, but the similarities between sandor and your average dog aren’t too far off. he sleeps like one, always either curled into a ball or sprawled halfway out of bed; huffing and kicking with night terrors. he slurps out of bowls and licks his plates clean. he’s good at sniffing out enemies, even better at finding their scent on you, teeth bared as he asks where you’ve been and who with. he loves being pet and, if you catch him in a good mood, he'll sometimes nuzzle against your hand. and when he’s got you on all fours, clawing at the sheets or floor while you scream his name, it’s not hard to see he's always been more animal than man.

game of thrones weekend (reqs open!)

[noorpersona]

Can you please do osamu with fav position too? Im on your knees now 🧎🧎🧎

You may rise, fellow simp... I've come 🫡 ------------

Osamu Miya was a man of simple pleasures and needs. So long as had had a roof over his head, some good food to munch on and a bed, he wouldn’t complain.

But for some reason, you were the one thing he could never get enough.

Your legs are wrapped around his hips, Osamu reveling in the way your pussy sucked him whole when he filled you. You were panting in his face, hands clutching at his back for any sort of anchor. He thought you were absolutely delicious like this. Melting at his touch, your eyes drowning in lust, trying to muster up a coherent sentence. Osamu can’t help the groan that rumbles out from his throat, moving his head into the crook of your neck as he leaves kisses and bites all down your neck. “’Samu..!” You squealed at a harsher nip, your pants turning into moans as he licks and suckles at the bite.

“What? I can’t enjoy my meal?” Osamu’s honestly surprised how even his voice sounded, even though he could’ve finished at the way you called his name. He traces his fingers down your chest, circling your nipple before giving it a few flicks. He adored how reactive you were when he did that. You gasp, calling out his name as he continued to fuck you, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping alongside your screams. Your nails claw down his back as you continue to sputter muffled versions of his name. Your orgasm triggers his, and you’re both coming down from a blissful high. You’re both panting, room reeking of sex when you try to get up to get a towel, when you feel Osamu’s hand gripping your arm. Cock still red and hard. “I’m still hungry.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Y'know I just want Sebastian to roast me for loving Eyefestation so much. He's so mean <3

"That wasn't exactly a staring contest. Wh-What were you doing?"

"Actually, a staring contest is exactly what I had in mind."

"I hope you know that you died to this one # times! More than anything else!" Sebastian slapped Eyefestation's open file down, looking rather frustrated at your indifferent expression from across the table. "Either you keep meeting her and you're just very unlucky...or you're trying to melt your brain on purpose."

"But..she wants me to look at her-"

"The whole point is to look AWAY, idiot. See this part where she hates humans?" He taps on the text. "That's true. She's got every opportunity to swim away from this place and live her life...and instead she wants to stay and use psychological warfare on all of you. If that's not pettiness at its finest, I don't know what----are you making origami while I'm talking to you????"

You glance back up at him, in the middle of making an origami shark using the paper on the table.

"No...." You quietly finish making the tail and set it down. "Can I cut a deal with you? If I get a copy of Eyefestation's file, I'll stop dying to her-"

"No."

"...please? I'll be happy with just the photogra-"

"That's gonna get both of us in trouble..and they'll have no problem popping your head if they even catch a peek of her file in your hands."

[maple-tales]

Okokok so elf reader BUT theyre pretty young like 16 (in human years) and the party had no fucking clue and they find out (somehow idk im bad at thinking) AND everyone kinda freaks out and readers just ":0 you didnt know???"

My math is probably off, but this felt like a good moment for reader to mention their age :)

"I'm turning 29 this year," Chilchuck mumbles.

"Really? We're the same age then!" you say.

"What?!" Marcille gasps. "No way you're that young!"

"Is that young for elves?" Laios asks.

"Is that not young for tall-men?" Senshi says.

"Not really," Laios answers with a shrug. "I'm 26."

"No way," Marcille says quietly. "You guys are all just kids!"

"I'm kind of surprised you didn't notice," you say. "Although, I have been told I have a mature face before."

"What the heck are you doing in a dungeon then? You should still be in school!"

"Okay, Mom," you tease. Marcille clamps her mouth shut, blushing.

"How old would you be if you were a tall-man?" Laios asks.

"You can't expect them to do the math that quick," Chilchuck says.

"Probably 16 or so?" you guess. "Teens is pretty young for tall-men, right?"

"You weren't kidding," Laios says, eyebrows raised. "You really are young!"

"I sure hope I've been feedin' you enough," Senshi frets, his arms crossed.

"My age doesn't change anything," you say. "I'm still just as capable as I was before, you know."

"O'course it changes things!" Senshi says. "It's our job as adults to provide for the young 'uns!"

"And this is why I keep my work and personal life separate," Chilchuck mutters, casting you a sympathetic glance.

As Senshi fusses over you, you can't help but think he had the right idea.

[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）JAKE THOUGHTS.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀in which, jake goes from your admirer to your boyfriend. REQUESTED.⠀⟡​⠀by anon: "whatdyou think bf Jake would be like? Sfw"

（ 심재윤 ） — pairing = fem!reader x bf!jake ୨୧ warning = nothing, just physical touch and jake being a cute golden retriever. ୨୧ wc = no count.

a/n : sorru for accidentally deleting this anon's request, but here you go anonnie!! i hope you like this <3

click me! ↓

admirer!jake who was so excited when he found out you were in the same classes as him on his schedule. admirer!jake who asked for your number with the excuse of talking about a group project. admirer!jake who noticed you were failing in math and offered to tutor you at his place, free of price. admirer!jake who makes sure you're comfortable and have food at all times when you're at his place. admirer!jake who walked you back home since it was too late to be alone. admirer!jake who did little things (like making you lunch, buying your favorite snacks, bringing you drinks in the morning during school) that made you warm up to him easily. admirer!jake who walked you home on particular night from his place and decided he'd shoot his shot. admirer!jake who gently pushed you against the entrance door of your house, his hand beside your head. admirer!jake who slowly leaned in, looking at your eyes softly for permission--once you nodded he leaned in and press his lips against yours. his soft plump lips, gently kissing yours. admirer!jake who showed up the next night holding a big basket filled with your favorite snacks, a pair of matching pajamas, and your favorite plushies to give you as he asked you out. you excitedly said yes and celebrated with a long make out session and jake who stayed over the night.

present!bf!jake who takes you out on a date every weekend when he has free time. present!bf!jake who takes photos of you when he finds you cute and saves it to his album named 'my baby girl' present!bf!jake who posts you on his story everyday, makes sure to give you 100 hugs everyday, and 100 kisses everyday so you don't get lonely or accuse him of not loving you. present!bf!jake who shows his love and affection through physical touch (his hand on your thigh--gently rubbing it, interlocking your fingers, playfully picking you up, giving you back hugs, making sure his hand placement made your heart flutter..) and acts of service (buying you food, letting you go on his phone with trust, cutting your steak into easy bite pieces, making you food even if you didn't ask for it..).

© tamas-love on tumblr, © tamas-love on wattpad ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓈒 taglist open.⠀⦂ ⠀@nheyri , @uoalirie , @moonpri , @minaz-luv

[strawberriesoup]

Hey hey! I’ve recently come across your blog and I just adore your writing.

I’m a sucker for Hannie catching feelings, being nervous, and flustered when he likes someone.

So I’m really interested in your take on Jisung getting ready for his first date with y/n. What’s going on in his head? Where does he take her? Is it a night in or a night out?

Does he kiss her? I really want him too. I wanna know it unfolds.

I’m just feeling so lovey dovey and warm and fuzzy over him 🥰🥰🥰

THIS IS SO CUTE???? I imagine he’s SO NERVOUS for the first date, like what if he messes up? what if he says the wrong thing?

word count: 1k

genre: han jisung x female reader, fluff fluff fluff

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Jisung holds yet another shirt in front of him, scrutinizing his appearance in the mirror. Don’t overthink this. She’s literally just coming over for dinner.

It was actually you who had suggested the date, looking much more confident than he felt. He’s positive that he scrambled up his words in his eagerness to agree, much to his embarrassment, but you seemed to have gotten the point. In his defense, it’s quite hard to form a cohesive sentence when you’re smiling at him like that.

Wiping his clammy hands on his jeans— should he have worn jeans? Would sweats be better?— Jisung finally decides on a simple black tee. (after a brief internal game of eenie meenie of course.)

Deciding on the location of the date was the easy part. Both of you are big homebodies, preferring the familiarity and sanctity of home rather than a loud, public place. The hard part was choosing whose house to have it at. After much “productive debate” it was decided that the date would take place in his apartment, and you would bring the food.

As if on cue, four sharp knocks are heard at the door right as Jisung finishes arranging his hair just so.

He restrains himself from booking it to the door, decidedly clamping down on the sudden spark of butterflies let loose in his gut.

Upon answering the door, he is immediately at a loss for words. Again. Honestly, he is much better at expressing his feelings in lyrics rather than actually saying them out loud.

You just look so… Perfect. The way your eyes crinkle up as you greet him with that smile, the slight crookedness of your jacket paired with your cheeks, rosy from the November cold. He really hopes you can’t hear the way his heart picked up just now.

“So you gonna let me in or what?” You chuckle, eyes dancing with amusement, “This takeout isn’t going to eat itself you know.”

“Oh! Yeah— right!” Jisung stumbles, “Come in, uh… make yourself at home.” The takeout bag crinkles as he takes it from you, allowing you to kick off your shoes and hang up your jacket.

His gaze jumps from the oversized tee that frames your figure just so, to the hint of a cute little pleated skirt peeking from underneath the hem. Immediately, he jerks his attention back up to your face, albeit not before you noticed him checking you out. He can feel the tips of his ears burn as you raise your eyebrows and send him a sweet little smile.

Yeah, you’re trying to kill him.

Thankfully, dinner went smoothly, as Jisung had finally managed to get his mouth and brain on the same wavelength (except when you had gotten a bit of sauce just under your lip, and instead of letting you know he kind of just stared at it.)

After the dishes had been put away and an impromptu acapella performance of “Sugar” by Maroon 5 had been performed, you two end up sat on the couch with a blanket, scrolling through Netflix for something interesting to watch.

Settling on a penguin documentary, Jisung flicks off the overhead lights before settling back down on the couch with you. He’s careful to keep a bit of space between your legs and his, not wanting to come off too strong. He wants to hold you close and run his hand through your hair. He wants to feel the pulse of your wrist flutter underneath his fingertips, the curve of your bone beneath your skin. He wants to. So badly. But he won’t, not yet. You’d probably think he’s weird.

So, when you scoot your butt towards him so your hips touch and lean your head to rest on his shoulder, it’s safe to say Jisung was a bit surprised. So much so that in fact instead of reciprocating the motion at all, he freezes in place. He scarcely dares to breathe, in fear that the slightest movement from him might cause you to move off him like a skittish cat.

Upon realizing you don’t have any plans of moving any time soon, he takes a deep breath before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you to lean on his chest rather than his shoulder.

He can feel your smile as you sigh and snuggle into him, and he thinks his heart might burst. The nervousness of earlier, the jumbled thoughts, the need to act just right, all dissipates now that you’re here in his arms.

It was 1:00 am by the time you needed to head home. Passionate discussions on the gender roles of penguins can sometimes take a while alright?

As he accompanies you to the door, he momentarily pouts to himself that you can’t stay over. Woah, Jeez. Slow down. It’s the first date.

Before he could hug you goodbye, you’re tugging on his shirt collar dragging him down to plant a kiss on his cheek. Pulling away, you giggle at the shocked look he gives you. Jisung’s face feels hot, and without thinking, he hooks an arm around your waist, drawing you flush against him. Looking into your eyes for permission, he dips down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

It’s brief, but those three seconds feel like a lifetime to Jisung. You’re so soft, so perfect, so you. Everything falls right into place, a perfect puzzle woven from the strings of life.

You pull away and boop him on the nose.

“Next time, it’ll be at my place.”

@jisunggy

[jjslaybank]

Hear me out

Pogue!reader who is shy, quiet, and doesn’t get into any trouble

Perv!rafe who’s been watching her around town a little, and he’s even a little mean

Grumpy!sunshine type of thing

Also no daddy kink, if that’s okay <3

Thank u!

(not entirely proofread!)

oh anon you are cooking. ngl i wanna make this into a smau bc i wanna expound on this

i can imagine pogue!reader (you) just minding your business playing in the sand or some shit

and perv!rafe on his motorcycle somewhere a bit secluded with a film camera pointed at you

as you bends down excitedly to grab a seashell to add to your collection you hears a snap and begin to look confusedly at your surroundings

he panics like crazy and you spots him and confronts him

he's all like "'s nothing, i swear"

you raise an eyebrow but ultimately believe him

rafe adds the polaroid of your perfect plump ass to his collection of other compromising pictures of you

when he's super horny he likes to go to your house and rummage through your dirty laundry

one night as he's doing so, he spots a panty carelessly discarded on the floor

upon further inspection he realizes the panty had just recently worn

too recent.

and they were soaked.

(under the cut bc i got inspired lol)

he sniffs it and closes his eyes, savoring your scent. he can't take it anymore - he pulls down his pants and grabs his cock, covering it with your damp panties.

he begins to thrust into them, hissing as the pleasure courses through his body. he grabs his phone and snaps a picture of the sight.

then through his lust-filled daze he hears your quiet whimpers coming from your bedroom. he thanks whatever power up above for the fact that you left the door slightly ajar.

he peeks in and lo and behold you're lying on your back, legs slightly spread as your rub your clit, your face tilted to the side to muffle your moans into a pillow. rafe is nearly feral.

"fuckin' hell... i wouldn't imagine that the pogue whose hobbies are collecting seashells and building sandcastles was also a dirty little slut..."

his hand almost instantly goes to his rock hard cock, giving it a few pumps.

"but then again, it's always the quiet ones."

rafe chuckles, his hand picking up speed as you reach orgasm, thrashing wildly on the bed.

he decides to be more daring than ever and tiptoes into your room, grabbing his phone to snap a picture of your blissed-out face.

he notices the flash of the camera way too late, and before he realizes it, you're screaming in his face to get the fuck out, a blanket draped over your lower half.

"shh, baby, 's okay. you're secret's safe with me."

he takes another whiff of your panties.

"fuck, this shit smells good. but i prefer to get it straight from the source."

he bends down and slowly removes the blanket, exposing your pussy to his hungry eyes.

"i'll treat ya good, 'kay? gonna take damn good care of this pussy..."

gonna leave it on a cliffhanger for funsies 🤭

horny hours are open 24/7! feel free to send me an ask if you've got a horny thought <33

[emmcfrxst]

Old Man Logan fawning over reader and Laura jamming out to songs on the radio whenever they go on road trips <33

much to his chagrin, little laura loves pop music; the bubblier, the better. he tries (and fails) to make her like classic rock— she’s “not interested in old man music”, she wants fun songs she can dance to with you. she giggles uncontrollably whenever you sing badly on purpose, clapping for you excitedly. logan always complains about her choice of music, being the grumpy dad he is, but you’ve caught him more than once mouthing along to the lyrics and more recently; shaking his butt slightly to it while in the kitchen— although he will deny the last part until the day he dies (which isn’t anytime soon because you live on a little farm where you grow your own food, free of the additives that are meant to weaken mutations. ever since you’ve started being self sufficient, you’ve noticed that logan heals much faster, and that his pain seems lessened a little. you only ever buy store products if one of you is having a craving; otherwise you make do with what you grow, purging your bodies of the chemicals that render you sick <3)

[ellecdc]

I hate it here

...so I will go to secret gardens in [her] mind, people need a key to get to; the only one is mine.

prompt by @unstablereader: Potter!reader x Barty where when Barty is having a tough time mentally he uses Legilimency on reader but reader thinks about her happy memories with him. I was listening to Taylor's ‘i hate it here’ and the thought appeared

Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who helps him escape for a few moments [860 words]

CW: fem!reader, use of legilimency [consensually], brief mention of Bartemus Crouch Senior/Barty's shitty childhood, escapism, hurt/comfort with fluff

“In today’s lesson we will cover a truly thrilling event: The goblin rebellion of 1752, and all of its triumph and tragedy.” Professor Binns droned on, his tone at odds with how exciting he obviously thought the goblin rebellion of 1752 to be. “But more specifically, we will address the devastating effect it had on the wizard milling industry.” 

“Throughout the many goblin battles, countless wizard cloaks were lost.” He continued, pausing before he added “Actually, we do know the number. It was six hundred and thirty two.” 

You looked down at your notes in front of you - sparse considering Professor Binns had hardly said anything of value - wondering if it was worth writing down that during the goblin rebellion of 1752, approximately 630 wizards found themselves to be cold. 

The tip of your quill touched the parchment before you, a blot of ink colouring the page when you felt a gentle, familiar presence pull at your consciousness. A tentative knock on the door to your mind.

“Treasure?” Barty’s voice asked softly. “Can I come in?” 

You looked across the classroom at your boyfriend, long having given up on pretending to pay attention to the ghostly professor's tangents; arms crossed against the table and his head nestled there atop them, green eyes sparkling in the beam of sun that settled on him, bathing him in its warm glow. 

He looked sad, though you knew why. You saw the letter arrive this morning, though you didn’t see its contents. You didn’t need to; it was from his dad, that was all you needed to know. 

You welcome him in, of course. The weight of his consciousness in yours a familiar sensation, feeling as though you could practically feel, smell, taste, and hear him even though he was sitting on the opposite side of the room as you.

You thought back to your Hogsmeade date last weekend, replaying the way he all but dragged you into Tomes & Scrolls by the sleeve of your jacket to show you that they had finally released the next book of your favourite series. Fighting against a giggle as you recalled the way his lips felt peppering kisses to your temple, ear, jaw, neck, and then shoulder. The sound of your squeals of laughter as you tried to take off down the cobblestone paths only for him to catch you by your waist and pull you back into him to continue his ‘assault’. 

You felt him chuckle at that, his melancholy aura shifting into something a little lighter.

You thought, then, of the way the two of you sat on the Astronomy tower a few evenings ago, the cool air bringing tears to your eyes but unable to break through the warming charm Barty had encompassed the two of you in.

“Just once I’d like to sit on the edge of a crescent moon.” You had mused aloud, earning you a bemused yet thoroughly amused look from your boyfriend. 

“You do know that’s not how moons work, right?” He had asked you, earning him a derisive scoff.

“Maybe in your reality, mr moon man, but in mine it makes the perfect little seat.” You responded simply, smiling up at the crescent shaped moon when you noticed Barty shake his head in your periphery. 

“I’ll get you to the moon, then, treasure. Whatever my girl wants, hm?” 

“That’s more like it.” You let out with a chuckle as you let him pull you further into his side. 

Barty seemed to take a moment in your mind to emphasise the sentiment whatever my girl wants. 

You imagined, then, summer vacation at Potter manor. Thick, fleecy blankets laid out on the grass beneath you as you spread out beside the pond, laughing as you watched Barty do a somersault off of the small dock that you and James had helped your dad build years ago. Small white butterflies fluttered around you as though they yearned to participate in the delicate balance of peace and enthusiasm the two of you had managed to breathe into your little summer oasis. 

You couldn’t blame them.

“Merlin, the water is beautiful.” Barty claimed breathlessly as he made his way over to you, shaking his wet hair not unlike a dog and covering you in tiny drops of water.

“Barty! I have my book!” You chided around a laugh, hugging your book protectively against your chest as you tried to shield yourself from his assault. 

“How could you want to be anywhere but here, Tres?” Barty scoffed, kneeling in front of you with a beaming smile; his dark hair darker from the water, his smile beaming, and his canines shining in the sunlight as his eyes flashed with excitement. 

“That never happened.” Barty commented, causing your eyes to flicker back over to your boyfriend who appeared to be sleeping for all intents and purposes, though his lips were quirked in the faintest hint of a smile. 

“Not yet.” You replied simply. 

Perhaps you’d never get to sit on the tip of a crescent moon, but you would make sure to bring Barty to the one place you knew he would be unequivocally safe and free. 

Whatever my boy wants.

[zevrra]

same anon from before :3 but another thot

HEAR ME OUT. i saw a tictok the other day about how jayce just does what he’s told and oh em geeeeee commanding jayce to mess Vik up ie. kissing him up and down, jacking him off all while you watch. SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

includes: [nsfw!!] [18+ only, mdni!!] jayce is an obedient little thing and does what he’s told! :3

ft. jayvik x gn!reader

extra(s): thank you so much for this request anon! this was a lil fun to write ;3 i hope you enjoy tho!! feel free to request for more! (i also barely skimmed over this so forgive any errors kshdjh <3)

“jayce, you’re such a good boy and you listen so well,” you muse, running your fingers through thick brown hair. his soft, hazel gaze stares up at you from his seated position before you, his head resting on your knee. “always so eager to please, hmm? but it’s not me who needs attention tonight.” you add as you rub your thumb across the high of his cheekbone.

jayce had been to another council party and had come back home to you and viktor rather…tipsy. honestly, he was actually really drunk and far more clingy than he normally was as his head rests in your lap. if it were any other night when you didn’t have reports to go over and present before 6 am tomorrow; you’d be all for jayce’s little advances to join in on his and viktor’s fun. but tonight he’d just have to enjoy viktor’s company alone.

“listen to me, pretty boy. i want you to make vik feel good, can you do that for me?”

jayce looks at you with slightly saddened eyes as you caress his face. his pretty, begging eyes were sure to work on you if viktor had not stepped in. “are you sure you cannot join us?” he asks, his own hand brushing along jayce’s bangs as he leans back against your desk.

“i’ll just have to watch tonight.” you respond with a smile.

and that was far easier said than done.

for jayce, he still wanted to have you involved in any way he could get you— and that came down to you ordering him around like a lost puppy. he wouldn’t move, kiss, or touch without your instructions. he wanted to obey every word you spoke while you watched from the sidelines. and vik was no help at all either; he wanted all of this. wanted your gaze to watch their every move while jayce followed your every order to make him feel good. wanted to know you were included just as much as jayce did. and after some pretty pouting and a mix of pleas, you finally agreed.

so between paragraphs breaks of whatever paper you had written up days before; you would take a glance at the men leaning against your desk. coming to said break, you look up from your notes as viktor is pressed against jayce’s chest while jayce trails kisses against his neck, his hands roaming over viktor’s thin waist. somewhere along the line you had managed to get them to strip their shirts off, without tearing any clothes thankfully, but jayce still refused to advance unless you told him so.

“kiss him baby.” you order jayce who happily obliges.

jayce turns viktor’s face towards him, kissing him eagerly as he caresses vik’s jaw with one of his big hands. their tongue’s clash together as they make out and jayce eats up every groan he draws from vik. you watch as jayce presses viktor back up against him, gripping his hips from behind, as the two kiss each other like they were both air they needed to breathe.

you glance briefly away to go over the next paragraph on your notes. you find yourself reading the printed words faster than before solely so your eyes can find the two of them just a little bit faster.

“blegh, i can taste the liquor you drank jayce.” viktor gripes as he breaks the kiss, sticking out his tongue a little. he could clearly taste the strong alcohol lingering on jayce’s tongue; and it almost made you want to taste jayce too, just to confirm.

“m’sorry v…” jayce apologizes with a little drunk pout before chasing after viktor’s lips once more. he returns to kissing viktor as you finally finish the paragraph as your gaze settles on the two once more, while their eyes fall closed as they kiss. you watch as jayce’s tongue runs over vik’s bottom lip before diving between his parted lips and you have to stifle your own whine watching them. you wish you could be jealous but you’re the one who declined in their activity so you’d just have to continue to watch, for now. thank god it was a tasty sight to behold.

“take his pants off, jay. he’s so hard.” you softly instruct, gesturing to the strain on viktor’s pants. even out of the corner of your eye you could see the bulge inside of his pants, begging to be freed. jayce is quick to have his hand travel down the front of vik’s thin torso, fumbling with the belt of his pants, as vik breaks their kiss once more to groan deeply at jayce’s large hand brushing up against his erection. and you can only watch for so long as jayce attempts and fails a few times to undo vik’s belt before you finally reach out with your free hand to unclasp the belt for jayce. who quickly does away with the it, muttering something incoherent about how horrible the design was, while smoothing a hand down the front of vik’s pants; giving him a firm squeeze. you smile at the noise vik makes.

“jerk him off for me pretty boy. make him feel really good.” you sigh, reluctantly turning your eyes to your notes once more.

you glance quickly over your notes while out of the corner of your eye you watch jayce practically manhandle vik. he’s unceremoniously yanking down the other’s underwear and by the sound vik makes you know jayce has wrapped his fingers around his cock. your eyes scan over the paper in your hand as your leg subconsciously bounces. and if listening to viktor softly whine wasn’t enough to distract you, the sound of jayce whispering sweet nothings while stroking viktor off was for sure making it a little harder to pay attention to the paper in your hands. and while you do manage to read the last few words of the paragraph (and you’ve probably had to re-read it a few times) you thank god; for there’s only one more paragraph left now. you debate going over it as quick as you can, finishing off the notes right then and there but before you can, viktor's voice draws your attention to the two once again.

“j-jayce!” viktor whines, throwing his head back. his fingers grip jayce’s forearms, while jayce continues to stroke him off, practically standing on the tip of his toes as he craves more and more from jayce. pleasure written all over his face as his amber eyes stare at jayce’s fingers rubbing over his tip. you knew how sensitive he was and so did jayce, clearly targeting his weak spot; even when drunk he was damn good with his hands. the sight and the noises slipping from both men made your thighs ache with need. you couldn’t deny your own growing want inside of you as you simply watch the two.

“your hand will not be enough jayce.” you mutter, eyes fluttering up at jayce’s drunk gaze. he glances at you just as he plants a heavy kiss against vik’s neck as his hand falters just a little at your words. realization breaks through the fog of his inebriated mind at what you’re telling him to do and he’s quick to act. he repositions viktor to take his spot on the desk and in one swift motion he drops down to his knees, adjusting viktor’s bad leg onto his shoulder to rest, while his hand wraps around the base of vik’s cock once again. without hesitating jayce is just as quick to wrap his mouth around the thick of vik’s head, swallowing him down until the very base.

at this point, you’d rather chew on glass than read these damn notes anymore but you manage to rip your eyes away from them one last time, skimming over the words as fast as you can, retaining absolutely nothing, just to finish off whatever paragraph you had left. finally done with these damn notes, you toss them onto the other side of the desk not being used, and hurriedly stand up. you strip off your shirt before joining viktor’s side. your fingers push through jayce’s dark hair while you capture vik’s lips and you eagerly get to swallow his moans this time. you can just barely taste the lingering liquor on his tongue from jayce but it’s still there; just enough as you press your tongue against vik’s.

viktor and jayce share a groan as you join their little entanglement. you press your other hand against vik’s thigh as jayce continues sloppily sucking him off. vik breaks your shared kiss with a whine. “thought you were just watching tonight?” viktor mutters with a sharp cry as jayce sucks, particularly rough, against his tip.

“yeah well, you two are gonna be the death of me.” you respond before diving back to his lips once more.

after the three of you finished fooling around for the night you’d definitely have to re-read over those damn notes again before tomorrow morning…you weren’t getting any damn sleep tonight.

[sinstear]

can we get a smidge (or a blurb) continuation of abby spitting on your other pair of lips 🌝 i have been obsessed with that blurb for the longest time and im starving

if you are talking about this one then yes, yes you can 😋 18+ (i tried, i’m sick so i’m sorry it’s short </3)

you’re shy and she knows that, looking up at you from between your legs with such a grin on her face that you’re starting to wonder if you have ascended to another planet the first time she does it. The braid that was hanging over her shoulder, now loosening and looking like she had just run a marathon to get here, to have you laying beneath her, naked and spread just like she loves to have you any time she can.

The suit jacket she was wearing, was now slightly creased due to having her arms wrapped around your thighs, and her tie loosened but still tight enough to make her look somewhat presentable, but that didn’t matter. How she was dressed right now was the last thing on her mind, she was more entranced with the way her spit dribbled down your folds and how your cunt clenched around nothing at the feeling. She was obsessed with your pussy, to say the least.

“prettiest pussy” she mutters, eyes more focused on your cunt than your own face and you just watched her. Your fingers work on their own accord to loosen her braid just so you can run your fingers through her blonde locks, tug it slightly just to make her realize you want— need her to give you more. “s’all mine yeah?” was she even talking to you?

“all yours, abs” you whisper, not sure if she was expecting you to answer or not but she seemed to like your reply with the way she hummed, blue eyes locking with yours at the right moment for her to spit— more like dribble another glob of her spit right onto your cunt, enjoying the way your hand grips her arm tightly, legs twitching and whining softly at the sensation. “Abby please”

She’s already back laying on her stomach between your legs before you can even blink, her hands quickly maneuvering one of your legs over her shoulder while holding your other leg down with her free hand, sliding her tongue through your folds just to smother her spit everywhere, humming as she goes. “course it’s mine” she almost growls into your cunt, tearing a string of whimpers from your lips when she abruptly wraps her lips around your folds and sucks hard. releasing a few seconds later with a giggle. “pussy’s just gushing for more attention, hm?”

How are you supposed to give her a straight answer when she’s talking to you like this? Sliding her fingers through your spit and slick-covered folds with a grin like a goddamn woman who hasn’t eaten well in 5 months? She isn’t even focused on you anymore, she’s just simply spitting on your cunt any second she can and watches it drip, her own wetness pooling in her boxers at the sight of you, with her spit on your pussy. it drove her crazy. “Abby” You grumble weakly, hips bucking up against her mouth, fingers threading through her hair once again, tugging harder.

“Yeah, I know baby” she whispers, blue eyes glistening up towards your own, her lips softly pressing tender kisses to your inner thighs. “but let me have my fun first. you’ll let me do that, won’t you sweet girl? you taste so good, just a little more, for me”

Honestly, how could you ever deny Abby what she wants? simple, you can’t.

[treviso-nights]

"and don't even get me started on fenris" I would like to hear it

—and THEN there is fenris, who meets you by chance, and yet there is the sense that you are someone to trust, to depend on. he feels broken by his past, eventually confiding in you, saying, "it's a sickness, this hate. this dark growth inside me that i can't ever get rid of, and they put it there." and then he kisses you because you are the only thing in his world which does not feel like sickness, like hate, but in the end, it all becomes too much, and he pulls away.

or does he?

because he starts to wear a red sash around his wrist, in your name. and on his belt is now the amell crest; your crest; because you are his home, even if he can't bear to say the words out loud just yet. even so, he follows wherever you go, making sure that you're safe and protected from every conceivable evil. when you call for him, he is there; when your mother is taken from you, he is there, even if the words still do not come.

and finally, when they do come, it is because you have loosened the shackles around his very spirit; and it is only when he is in your arms does he realize that he is free, he is home, he has been home all along, and he tells you, "i felt like such a fool. i thought it better if you hated me—i deserved no less. but it isn't better. that night... i remember your touch as if it were yesterday. i should have asked for your forgiveness long ago. i hope you can forgive me now." and when you do, you do forgive him, he looks you square in the eyes and says, "nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you."

—and because he can't even bear the thought of it, he follows you right to the end, championing a cause he does not even believe in, for you; all of it is for you; because you have freed him, healed him, held him as he picked up the shattered pieces of himself. for you, he goes anywhere. for you, he declares, "nothing is going to keep me from you." and he means it. not mages, not meredith, not even certain death can part you now. after all, home is where the heart is, and you are nothing if not... his home.

(like i said... pathetic. and absolutely incredible.)