#i need to find some little moments of theirs to gif...

[killeroos]

any headcanons for travis/abhishek? im feral for that ship, and until you answered that ask i thought i was the only one!! 😭

ahh omg it makes me a little feral too!! i think partly because travis isn't really a guy who has cross country ships, though that might change very quickly if he keeps doing ipl 😅

i don't have many specific headcanons because i haven't caught up on them fully (thankyou to the kind anon who filled in a lot of blanks for me though ❤️) but i do like to imagine that going into the ipl abhishek hated travis a little for his batting in the world cup and had to be won over

of course he also loved travis a little for his batting in the world cup too but he would never admit that

it ended up a bit of a game with travis doing anything and everything he could think of to woo abhi, because he's a likeable guy dammit!! equally abhi would be stubbornly refusing to let travis win again 🙄😒 clearly it worked out in the end though, they built an amazing partnership 😉

the only other loose headcanon i have is trav learning from abhi as much as abhi learned from trav! not in terms of batting but about the ipl and even india more generally - because travis hasn't played very much ipl, and that was a long time ago anyway. like this line from cricinfo just gets me a little you know?

[garciaasfluffypen]

take care of me (like i take care of you) pt.1

pairing: jemily x adhd!reader word count: 2.4k warnings: emily smokes in this one (SMOKING IS DANGEROUS LADIES, GAYS AND THEYS pls dont ruin ur lungs), reader is mentioned to vape but it is not shown, female terms of endearment - "little miss", y/n has a minor flashback to a previous relationship where they got belittled that leads to an rsd breakdown a/n: THIS PART GOT TOO LONG AND I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE MAIN PLOT POINT UNTIL 2.4k WORDS IN so its being split into two parts teehee :) also... i should have put this in the first part, but the house they live in is jj's house from cm evolution bc i'm quite literally obsessed with it anyway pls ignore the fact that it's clearly not three femme presenting humans holding hands i couldn't find a gif like that anywhere

you all had been blessed with a whole week off. a whole week that you got to spend with your favorite people in the entire world and not have to worry about being called in.

it had been ages since you had a whole week where you didn’t have to worry about a single work thing bothering you. the last time you had done this, you had convinced your then best friends to take you to their favorite park and have a picnic, go to the movies and even take you to the trader joes to get your favorite snacks. but this week, this week was different. firstly, you were now dating your best friends, and had been told to stay at theirs as long as you wanted to. you hadn’t left except to go to your apartment and grab a suitcase full of clothes. secondly, the case you had just finished drained the hell out of the three of you. a majority of the time was spent curled up on the couch cycling through shows on netflix and amazon prime, everyone taking turns picking a show to watch while eating leftover chinese food and cuddling. but today you were determined to get out of the house.

the local zoo was holding a sale to celebrate the birth of a new baby giraffe, which happened to be some of your favorite animals ever. so naturally, you got three tickets for the three of you last night and made sure you were up before both of your girlfriends to ensure you got your hands on tickets to feed the giraffes. it had been on your bucket list for a long time. ever since you were little, giraffes had intrigued you. they just looked so soft and cuddly. and you wanted to touch one. so, so bad. 

which is how you found yourself up at seven in the morning, squeezing yourself out from between the two older women and seaking downstairs, curling up in the armchair that you had claimed to yourself and grabbing your ipad. well, technically it was emily’s but she barely used it so therefore it was yours. you had all your favorite games on it anyway, so it was only fair that you used it more since you liked to play games on the jet. making sure you got to the website bright and early, you went to the page where you needed to buy the giraffe experience tickets and waited patiently until 7:30am hit and the first wave of tickets were sent out into the interwebs. within minutes, you had the three tickets you needed in your email. the next step to buttering up your girlfriends for a day at the zoo was to make breakfast. 

you knew exactly what breakfast each of them liked, and had memorized it a few weeks prior for moments like this. emily loved her bacon crispy, her eggs over easy and a marlboro gold by the bay window. jj, on the other hand, loved when you made the pillsbury biscuits with honey and butter, some sort of potato and getting kisses from both you and emily. considering emily usually woke up a little bit before you and jj on a typical day, you decided to start on hers first. you grabbed the box of cigarettes from her purse and put it over by the seat next to the kitchen table, opening the window so the cool dc air would flow through the kitchen as you cooked. sometimes you were tempted to light up a cigarette and see what they were like, but you couldn’t let go of your favorite fruity little flavors. that was another thing you added to your mental list of things to never let emily find out, since you knew she’d give you the look that she gives you whenever you’ve somehow disappointed her. 

jj had found out by a total accident a while ago, clocking your antsiness before you even did. you had stepped out for a breath of fresh air, not realizing that jj had followed you until you were mid hit and felt a presence behind you. while she had been disappointed, she knew that the oral fixation couldn’t be stopped if you weren’t chewing on your chewy necklace. you did your best to wear it, but sometimes the need for the nicotine buzz was stronger than your little necklace and you wanted to feel the dopamine. she sat with you outside while you tried to explain the way it made you feel, and she sat there the whole time and listened to you. she made you promise to lower the nicotine level, which you agreed to, but kept forgetting to go down whenever you stopped by the shop. 

despite the fear looming over you of disappointing emily, you couldn’t help but realize everything had been so easy with them. from communicating your needs to even just asking for them to sit with you. they made sure you were their number one priority. to this day, you were still scared of waking up in your dingy one bedroom all alone and still single. but now, here you were, slowly moving your stuff into their apartment and preparing to leave most of your old appliances at the local goodwill. it was a pleasant change, knowing you were moving somewhere nice and calm and where people supported your every move. where they wouldn’t yell at you when you forgot to refill the soap, or restock the cheese drawer after a grocery trip. 

shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you heard the bedroom door creak open and the padding of emily’s sock feet grew louder as you started smiling. 

“you’re up early,” emily beamed at you. “what’re you doing?”

“taking care of my girlfriends.” you shrugged. “cigs are on the table for you next to your window.” 

emily narrowed her eyes playfully at you. “you have a plan for today, don’t you?” 

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t.” you playfully smiled back at her. “you gotta wait for jayje to wake up.” 

“you know, you can be bad at hiding things sometimes.” emily came over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. “you have the cheesiest grin on your face right now.” 

“can i not just make breakfast for my girlfriends when i want to?” 

emily placed a peck on your cheek, then captured your lips in a kiss. “you’re a devious little thing, lovey.” 

“and you adore me for it.”

“that i do.” 

you placed another kiss on emily’s lips before ushering her over to her window, grabbing the sheet pan of biscuits and slipping them into the oven. you relished these small moments with emily, where it was the two of you. you got these moments with jj at night, since emily typically stayed at the office later than you guys did. taking the mornings with just the two of you was something you tried to do more often than not, since you craved quality time with both of them. you loved having time with both of them together, but alone time with each of your girlfriends was something you cherished. you made sure to get emily’s coffee mug filled just the right amount and bought it over to the table, wrapping your arms around her from behind as the smoke flowed from between her lips. you had at least five more minutes before you had to start cooking the bacon and eggs, which meant you could sit with emily and bask in the moment. 

before you knew it, jj made her way into the kitchen, smiling widely as she came and wrapped her arms around you as you stood over the pan. your eyes momentarily closed as you leaned back into the blonde, letting her place a few kisses on your neck before turning around and capturing her in a kiss. you smiled at her before turning back to the bacon, making sure that side was crispy as you could get it before flipping it around. 

“what’s all this?”

“well… i uh, i had a plan for us today.”

you saw emily struggle to hold back a chuckle out of the corner of your eye.

“can you guys both be ready by nine thirty? no wait, be ready by nine fifteen and in the car by nine thirty because we need to be at the place by nine fifty in order to beat the crowds and get to where we need to be on time for our tickets because our tickets are for eleven.” you paused, looking at your girlfriends. “can you be ready by nine fifteen?” 

“i mean, yeah.” jj looked over to emily. “do you know the plan?”

“just that little miss over here woke up before us and i woke up with no blankets on me because in the midst of everything you stole all of them.” emily joked, poking her tongue out at jj. 

you started rocking up to the balls of your feet. “so um… there might be a new baby giraffe at the zoo and i might have gotten us tickets because i really really wanted to see the giraffes and they’re my favorites and they were running a sale because of the new baby and--” 

jj chuckled. “you are adorable, did you know that?” 

“is that a yes?”

“of course it's a yes, bubs.” jj placed a kiss on your cheek. “i’d love to go to the zoo with you.” 

“emmy?” you looked over to emily, the new nickname slipping out of your lips with ease. “can you come to the zoo with us? you’ll probably say no which is okay because i can always invite penelope or tara but-”

“why would you think i’d say no?” 

negative feelings overflowed your system as you remembered vividly the face that had been pulled when you asked to go to the zoo or do anything you considered fun. you felt yourself slipping into a dissociative state, fingers looking for something to stim on as you worked through your feelings. the harsh words of “why the fuck would you want to go to the zoo?” reverberated through as memories of one of your previous flings flew to the front of your mind. the shame you felt for wanting to enjoy your time together became unbearable and overwhelming, making you realize that your girlfriends could become annoyed with you like that and change their minds. what if they thought you were childish? what if they figured out you were too much for them?

emily looked over to jj. “did i say something?” 

“i don’t know. i don’t think so?” jj looked over to you, your eyes glazed over. “um.. shit wait, okay, i think they’re having an rsd episode, i’ll get their work bag. the marble fidget they use to calm down is in there.” 

emily scooted out from behind the table as she put her cigarette out, sneaking behind you to grab the pan off the stove before the bacon burned. she put her arms around you and pulled you close, running her hand up and down your back lightly as she waited for you to come out of your funk. she locked eyes with jj as she came back into the room, digging through the bag for the fidget toy in question, sticking it in your hands before you could start scratching at the side of your nails. a few minutes passed before you came back, the feeling of both emily and jj’s arms around you grounding you in the present, pushing the negative feelings to the back of your mind.

“‘m sorry.” 

“it's okay, lovey. do you want to talk about it?” 

“um… can you just… i’m not too much, right?” 

emily pulled back. “what makes you think that?” 

“whenever i asked about doing things that i liked, nobody really wanted to do them.” you looked down shamefully. “i shouldn’t have presumed you’d want to go with me.” 

“y/n y/l/n” blue eyes looked into your own. “you don't need to hide yourself with us. never hide yourself with us. you’re allowed to have your likes and act on them.” 

“but-”

“ah ah,” jj tilted your chin up, making you look at her. “don’t you dare.” 

it was almost as if a switch had been flipped in jj, her eyes darkening slightly as she stared at you. it caused your legs to turn to jelly, rendering you practically useless in your girlfriend's arms. you weren’t entirely sure what was happening, but it sent a wave of excitement through your veins. 

“we’re going to the zoo with you, we’re going to have fun, and we’re going to have a good day.” jj shot emily a ‘we need to talk about this’ glance before continuing. “go get dressed and ready for the day, we’ll finish our breakfasts and go enjoy the zoo.” she gave you a pointed look. “capeesh?”

all you could do was nod, your eyes widening in… whatever this feeling was that you were feeling. 

“words, y/n.”

“y-yes.” you swallowed. “okay.” 

jj smiled, switching back to her normal self and placing a kiss on your lips. “thank you for breakfast, by the way. it smells delicious.” 

you shyly smiled back. “i wanted you to be in a good mood before i asked you to go to the zoo.” 

emily pulled you in for a hug. “you never have to do anything for us to be in a good mood around you. we-” she paused. “there’s nothing you could do to put us in a foul mood.” 

“are you sure?”

“we’re sure. now go get ready, lovey, we’ll be up in a little bit when we finish our breakfast.” it was emily’s turn to kiss you. “don’t forget your meds.”

“oh shit, my meds!” 

emily and jj watched you run out of the room, both of the older women chuckling. emily wrapped her arms around jj, placing her head on her shoulder. 

“we’re going to need to work on talking about feelings, huh?” 

jj nodded. “it seems like it.” 

“would it be too much to castrate the exes who hurt them?” 

“uh… yes? we’re not castrating anyone.” jj lightly slapped emily’s arm. “go finish your bacon, we have places to be.” 

“we do need to have a serious talk with them about it, at some point.”

“yeah,” jj agreed. “lets just… they need to know we’re here for them. let’s focus on them the rest of the week and go from there.” 

emily nodded. “we’ll go from there.”

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[froggibus]

Rose Quartz - Venture

Pairing: Venture x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, bit of crack, one droplet of angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: in which Venture wants to confess their feelings for you, but keeps giving you rocks instead

CW: awkwardness, crushes, kind of unrequited love, mentions of crystals/rocks and their meanings, Venture avoiding their feelings, one (1) argument, aggressive kissing, reader calls Venture "nerd", NOT PROOFREAD

NEW BANNERS!!! IM SO EXCITED!! ive been wanting a more cohesive graphic for my posts rather than just reusing gifs, so I made these and I adore them!! first time writing about Venture and tbh it's a little juvenile but it kinda works with the theme. they're so adorable and i absolutely love them ^.^ (also happy canadian moment that they gave us an interesting canadian hero finally lol)

“Hey! Y/n! Wait up!” Heavy boots trail after Sloan’s voice, prompting you to turn around. 

“What’s up?”

They give you a toothy grin, holding up a hand to pause while they catch their breath. It’s a hot day in Petra, nearly scorching with all of the gear you have on just to enter the dig site. Even standing in the sun is enough to have you panting and sweaty. 

Sloan releases one last heavy breath and closes the last few steps between the two of you. “I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

They’re so close you can see the sweat shimmering across their brow, smelling that familiar earthy scent of theirs that you’ve thought about for weeks now. The sun beats down overhead and you’re sure they must be boiling under their safety equipment. 

You cock your head to the side, “what is it?”

“I just—I’ve been thinking for a while, you know? And I really thought that maybe—is it really hot out here? I’m really hot.”

You nod in agreement, cupping your hands around your eyes to block out the sun. You were just on your way back to the shuttle to your hotel room when they caught you, and you have little interest in staying in this heat. 

“I should probably get going,” you admit, “it’s boiling and I need to eat.”

Sloan agrees all too quickly. “Yeah, yeah. I—I just wanted to know,” they loose a sigh, “do you want this rock?”

You’re taken aback for only a moment as they reach out a sweaty palm with a jagged pink crystal no bigger than a dollar coin. You reach out and grab it, your fingertips brushing their hand as you do. Sloan doesn’t miss the way you shiver from the contact. 

“It’s pretty, what is it?”

Sloan scratches the back of their neck. “It’s rose quartz, I just thought you might find it pretty or something…”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” You tuck the rock into your pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah…see you tomorrow.”

Sloan watches as you spin on your heel and slowly disappear into the horizon. As soon as you’re out of eyesight, they let themselves sigh in disappointment and drop to their knees. 

Confessing is much harder than they thought it would be. 

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You hold the rose quartz the whole shuttle ride to the hotel, rolling the cold stone across your aching palms. It really is a beautiful stone, even if it serves as a physical reminder of your own disappointment. 

You thought, just for a moment, that they might feel the same way as you. That they were going to ask you on a date, at least. But you’ve thought that the past few weeks, and it’s only bred chagrin. 

The cold air of your hotel room doesn’t feel nearly as nice as it should. Your skin still feels sticky, a layer of dust stuck to the sweat from the sweltering sun you spent the day under. But it’s not the sweat or the dust that has you feeling withdrawn—it’s the sight of the stones lining your night table. 

You place the rose quartz at the end of a line of eight stones, admiring them all together. It’s a beautiful array of clear, pink and green stones. Some are smooth—like they’ve already been tumbled—and others are jagged, found raw and expertly cut from the rock they once formed in. 

Your favourite, given to you just a few days ago, was a raw piece of rhodochrosite. Sloan had a big grin when they gave it to you, the stone warm from them holding it in their palm for so long.

You roll the stone in your palm for only a moment before ordering your usual room service, shrugging off your clothes and going to take a shower. The cold water feels amazing on your skin, washing the heat and shame of the day down the drain. For the time you’re in the shower, you hardly even think about Sloan or the collection of rocks starting to accumulate. 

You only get out when your phone buzzes with the usual courtesy notification letting you know the room service cart is on its way up to you. The air conditioning feels much better after showering, chilling the bite of your skin. You dress quickly in pyjamas and get to the door just in time to let in the kind lady with your dinner.

It’s the same woman as the last few nights—an older lady with a dazzling smile that she flashes at you as she crosses the threshold into your room.

“Same as usual?” She prompts while she lays out the dishes on the small table in the corner.

“You know it.”

She finishes laying out your spread, the delicious scent nearly making your mouth water, before grabbing the cart and starting to back out of the room. She pauses just as she gets past your nightstand, her eyes flicking over the array of stones.

“Well, aren’t those pretty.” You smile in agreement, “they are, aren’t they?”

“Lots of love stones,” she says. “Were they gifted to you?”

“Love stones?”

“Yes,” she nods, “like rose quartz, and rhodochrosite. They represent love in certain practices.”

The information is like a slap in the face, leaving you so dazed that you forget to thank the woman as she leaves your room. Love stones? Why would Sloan be giving you love stones?

You’re near frantic as you collect all of the stones into your hand, forgetting your shoes as you burst out of your hotel room and storm down the hall to Sloan’s. You’re not sure if they’re even back from the site yet, or what you’ll say to them when you get to their room—all you’re sure of is that you want to know why they gave you the stones. The real reason.

Sloan is utterly confused when they open their door to see you there, hair wet and dressed in pyjamas with no shoes, holding out a handful of rocks. “Hi?”

“Why did you give these to me?”

Sloan swallows, dark eyes examining the stones clutched in your palm. “I just thought you’d like them.” A lie, a complete and utter lie.

They curse themselves for being such a coward and not confessing sooner—but you’re just so cute, and they like you so much, and they felt so damn awkward trying to tell you they liked you. Except now, with you standing so close to them, water dripping from your hair and rendering your pyjama top near see-thru, they feel much more awkward.

“Just because you thought I’d like them?” You’re breathing hard, eyebrows knit together in confusion, “or because they’re apparently ‘love stones’, whatever that means.”

From the way their mouth hangs open, you know you’ve caught them.

“Listen, I—I—”

You cut them off, “did you know what the meanings were when you gave them to me?”

“Yes,” they sigh defeatedly. “But I thought you knew!”

“Of course I didn’t know!”

Sloan peers down the hall, hoping no one is around to hear your rising voices. “Why don’t you come in?”

“Why? So you can keep leading me in circles, so I can keep wondering why you don’t feel the same way as I do?” The words come out before you can stop them, even the hand you clamp over your mouth doing nothing to keep them in.

Sloan’s shoulders sag. “I wasn’t leading you in circles.”

“Weren’t you?” You shake your head, turning away from them. “You just wanted to hide behind a bunch of rocks forever.”

“Y/n, wait!”

You shake your head, starting to walk away. You don’t get far, as Sloan grabs your shoulder and spins you to face them. You have no time to react as they grab the back of your head and shove your face into theirs.

The second their lips meet yours, all of the built up disappointment from the past few weeks melts away. You relax into their touch, letting their calloused fingers tangle in your hair. They taste citrusy, over just a hint of salt, and electrify you like a shot of tequila.

You pull away breathlessly, looking at them over your lashes. They’re smirking like an idiot, eyes practically sparkling.

“Still think I’m leading you in circles?”

You rest your hand on their waist, pulling them back to you in desperation. “Shut up and kiss me again, nerd.”

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[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Monday Lovely fandom. Not a ton in these episodes for them. Gonna combine these two. Thank you for idea D ❤️ These are my least fav of the season. Not gonna lie whenever I reach the Simone eps in a rewatch I skip around her stuff LOL Never resonated with me. So it’s funny the first ep is called Simone and I won’t really be covering her much at all. Probably be a shorter one with some crumbs. Let’s get going though shall we?

4x19 Simone/4x20 Enervo

We start off with an actual bang. John and Lucy respond to a suspicious activity call. It's near a power station in Griffith Park. They find a bomb and get out just in time but not before they’re thrown to the ground by the blast. They get thrown pretty damn far and are fairly banged up. It's insane how much damage they took even clearing the building.

Tim shows up to the scene and does a worried husband look I love. Checking in on her by doing a once over once he makes it to them. Does a silent check in as he reports it’ll take 12 hours to fix the damaged power station. The silent check in is everything. Once again it’s the little things I cherish especially in low content episodes. It's subtle but noticeable once you know it's there. Trying to contain his concern with her all banged up. It’s ok love your wifey is fine hehe

I love these two shots for quite a few reasons. One you know I love the tall/smol shots. I wish I could put into words why I love it so very much. It’s just aesthetically pleasing is one of the reasons I suppose. All I know is I’m a sucker for it. Second how in-sync they are in their movements and how they mirror one another in the second one.

Third the lack of personal space. Especially in that first gif. Theme of this season I adore so much. Always that gravitational pull of theirs. Lastly look at them. They’re gorgeous just standing next to one another. Also it is unfair Lucy is covered in dirt and soot and looks amazing still. Not fair haha

Oh right there’s a SL too LOL Not me just gawking at them haha The feds show up because this is a terrorist attack. They ask Nolan and Lucy about what they remember about the bomb. Nolan of course is no help. Smh Lucy is able to describe little better for them. FBI says they’re taking over from here. Grey fights it since John and Lucy were almost killed discovering the bomb. Garza concedes and they’re able to work together on this one.

We rejoin our ship headed towards National Guard Armory. They’ve deduced this guys real target was this. Reason he shut down the power was to gain access inside there. They’re en-route to catch him. They find out he’s already on the move and they’ve gotta catch him. Which leads us to this car chase. First off let’s note Lucy getting to drive in this intense moment. It is more common these days for them. I just love seeing Tim trust her so implicitly nowadays. That this is new normal for them. *heart clutch*

Control freak in him has eased up quite a bit with her at least. Maybe not with anyone else LOL Once again it's the little things to love. The spurts of growth. They make me happy. Anyways dude stole a friggin Humvee so taking him down will not be easy. Nolan says they need to stop this guy. No shit John...What do you think the purpose of this chase is? To have fun at a high speeds in a shop for kicks?

Sometimes the words out of his mouth floor me..and not in a good way. Tim is using his military experience in this moment. (Yum) Explains why that’s not going to be easy. He’s basically encased himself in a mini tank. Their usual pit maneuver isn’t going to work on this guy. Nolan offering up another solution. I adore the silent communication and the look. That automatic instinct to check in with each other. I'll never be over it. I love watching them in the field so very much. Just a well oiled machine. Tim is considering Nolan’s suggestion then checking in with wifey before executing it. Love it.

Tim explains their plan to Nolan while Lucy listens in. Tim advices they both hit the doors. Tells them it has to be at the same time though. To avoid the wheels at all costs. Lucy needing to know the why of course. Asks why they can’t hit the tires? Tim explains they’ll die and be a cautionary tale for future rookies LOL Gotta love Lucy questioning why they can't in the middle of a high speed chase. I'm sure she wasn't expecting that to be his answer ha.

Her comment about her mom cracks me up. Anything to prove to her mother she’s wrong and she is right about being a cop. Her first thought not being she’ll die. No it’ll be about her mother being right about her career choice. Lmao Oh Lucy Chen I love you. Also I relate to this train of thought all too well sadly. I do love her saying they’ll be disgraced together. Be more married please.

Tim doesn’t even fight her on this thought. Lucy basically saying if I’m going down you’re coming with. Tim isn’t fighting her at all. His silence is saying lead the way. They’re in this together and I love that so very much. Being a literal ride or die right now in this moment.

I love me some crumbs in a low content ep. Also only they could banter during a high pressure situation and still get the job done. I love them so much. They are successful but find out the driver isn’t their guy but a decoy. Wah Wah.

They regroup at the station after their chase. Nolan asking Lucy if she got any sleep? She then calls out Tim for getting some. Not only does she call him out but nicknames him 'Sleeping beauty.' Looking directly at him the entire time. Making sure he know she is talking about him and only him. All aboard the flirt train Nolan is an unwilling participant in the matter haha

Such blatant flirty flirts. Tim fires back a sassy reply to her jab. Just openly flirting and doing heart eyes out in the open. Ain’t no thang this season lol Shoots back not to be jealous he was allowed to sleep and she hasn’t. Lucy’s reaction is the best. That fond exasperation they’ve had all season long. So used to her husband antics at this point but has to let him know she’s annoyed at him. Damnit I love them sfm.

They end up finding his base of operations. Lucy of course breaking the case. Cause she’s brilliant finds a word he’s written down by doing an etching off a wall he used. ‘Enervo’ Garza telling them it means 'To deprive of power.' John asks Tim what the military’s first target is? I love watching Tim flex his military background again. It’s sexy af. Seriously gets me hot and bothered *fans self* Tim and Lucy cracking this case right open. You’re welcome everyone haha That’s it for this one. Low content one since it was meant to launch rookie feds. Next one has even less so this is why we’re combining them.

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Side notes-Non Chenford

I do love when Nyla and Angela work together. Two bad ass woman just doing their jobs like confident BAMFS.

4x20 Enervo.

We find out he’s rented U-Haul’s and it’s going to take out the biggest roads with them. Crippling the city and killing thousands. They can't get a warrant right away to track them so everyone is in on the hunt. As always I love watching them in action in the field. That second gif their cop eyes have been activated. You can see them combing the street together. They’re so in-sync as they search the streets for one of the five U-Haul’s. I could go on and on about how much I love their work dynamic I really could. But I'll stop there ha

The trucks are divided up into states. Cause well that’s U-haul haha if you’ve ever driven one you’d know. Always got graphics or other states on them. One has already exploded unfortunately so they're down to 4 trucks that need to be found. Lucy and Tim spot ‘Florida’ and are in pursuit of it. I love how calm they look. They’re chasing down a bomb and look determined af. Like I said before well oiled machine. The gifs above represent that. They are poetry in motion in the field. What made 5x22 battle scene so epic. Was that on steroids ha

That’s kinda it for them in this one. I can add this last lovely gif of them in the field. Seeing how they move in motion together. It is impressive to see how in-sync they always are. Shared brain thing I love so much. I’m sorry there isn’t more. I mean it’s not my fault but I’m still sorry LOL

We shouldn’t hit this again. Even the light one in S5 is really good and would fill a review well so this will be the last scant ep for them. Probably won’t combine them again ha

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Side notes-non chenford

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Kiss Me Moonstruck, Ch. 17: One Will Suffice

Hawke x Trevelyan | Dragon Age 2 | Matchmaking Mischief | Fluff and Smut | Fish out of Water | Romantic Comedy

Gif by Lavellanlin

Chapter Summary:

As Garrett maneuvers his way around the Hightown set at the de Launcet's dinner party, he and Rose dance.

Fic Summary:

Smashed together in a matchmaking scheme cooked up by their enterprising mothers, Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are forced to endure one another for a whole week over Satinalia at the Hawke Estate. Rose hears he’s a swashbuckling treasure hunter, as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. Garrett suspects she’s a brat of an ingenue by the string of rejected marriage proposals behind her. Determined to prove to the other that they could not be less compatible, they quickly find their mothers’ plot might be working better than they thought.

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Garrett catches himself gazing slack-jawed at Rose across the flutter of candle and glint of crystal after dinner. The moxie he’d seen at The Hanged Man and in all the moments that followed are tucked behind a mask of resignation. This is her world and yet she looks apart from it, doing only what’s needed to slog through it intact. She intercepts his smitten stare, the clouds of boredom parting for a look radiant with mischief and desire. Already she’s evaded his attempts to lure her onto that sigil three times, raising her glass to him in triumph, each defeat stoking an abiding need that’s frankly a little embarrassing in its intensity. The demure cut of her gown taunts him. All that lustrous, finely tailored blue silk conjures visions of unwrapping her like one of the confections he’d seen piled high at the shop earlier in the day.

The rest of the party has been a comparative drag. He’s been hounded for stories of the Deep Roads, instructed on what to think about the Knight-Commander’s reclusiveness, and solicited for a substantial investment by a mineral mogul who then called him a credit to his people. Who he meant by that exactly remains unclear: Fereldans? Refugees? Mercenaries and scoundrels? Lowtown rabble? Probably all. Garrett knows how unsavory his pastiche of associations tastes to a crowd like this.

Amid all that, he’s overheard restrained rumblings about Rose, each one more bloated with mystery than the last. Garrett collects it all. Around a corner, emboldened by their flawless Kirkwall lineage and posh booze, the Reinhardts discuss her with breathless fascination.

“Isn’t she the one who—”

“Indeed. One does not come back from something like that.”

“I would be surprised if her brother did as well.”

“The deception!”

“I know. But a fortune like theirs makes it nigh irrelevant to some.”

“To some.” A dry chuckle of agreement follows.

“Perhaps her host will take pity on her and make her an honest woman.”

He’d snorted softly on her behalf and filed away the clues for later. Now after dinner he catches his mother’s meaningful pop-eyed looks and minute twitches of her head toward Rose, who pushes crumbs around her empty dessert plate with a silverite spoon while Babette prattles in her ear. The cleared space at the end of the dining room has yet to fill with festive, fuddled dancing and it would, if nothing else, raise eyebrows. And Garrett likes few things more than raising eyebrows.

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NSFW Alphabet: Nikolai Lantsov

Some spice for our King on this lovely Friday

(AND OF COURSE I’M USING THIS GIF, C’MON MAN 🥵🥵)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Nikolai is the most doting, most affectionate, most loving man after sex there ever was and ever will be. He’ll curl himself around you, pepper your skin with kisses, whisper sweet nothings in your ear.  Very lovey-dovey, very clingy.  You want water?  Snacks?  A bath?  Whatever you want, it’s yours.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nikolai loves your lips: the way they look when you’re smiling, the way they feel pressed against his, his neck, his chest, the way they feel wrapped around his cock.  “Sweeter words have never fallen from a sweeter pair of lips, my love.”  On him, Nikolai likes his arms.  Years aboard the Volkvolny have given him quite a figure, and the fact that he’s able to life you up with little effort, press you against a wall, or just cradle you in his arms turns him on

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s the King of Ravka, so naturally, Nikolai needs heirs (and he is more than happy to give you as many Little Lantsovs as you want).  Nikolai prefers to come inside you, but if you’re not ready for kids (or not on the Alkemi contraceptive), or not comfortable with it, he’ll pull out before he finishes.  One thing I feel like Nikolai wouldn’t like it coming on your face.  There’s something about it he finds degrading, and he doesn’t want you to feel like anything less than his beloved Queen

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you were married, Nikolai would sneak into your rooms and steal your handkerchiefs (which he sprayed with your perfume).  It started as a way to feel like you were close to him, but it evolved to him holding them to his nose while he got himself off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before he met you, Nikolai had quite a few partners, male and female, so he’s rather experienced.  But our King is faithful to the last: once he’s yours, you are it, there’s no other woman he’d ever look at.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Nikolai’s a fan of missionary and cowgirl, both positions afford him the opportunity to look at you and drink in your beauty.  Really any position that lets him be close to you he’s into

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nikolai will 100% crack his stupid little jokes while having sex: “Oh Saints!”  “They’re not here, lovely, just me.”-----”Fuck!”  “That’s what I’m doing, darling.”.  

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself trimmed: mostly for his own comfort than anything else 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh sweet Jesus, Nikolai Lantsov is the KING (hah) of romance.  When he’s not cracking his jokes, he’s whispering praises into your ear; telling you how much he loves you, how good you make him feel, how much he wants you, etc.  This man could wax poetics about you for DAYS if you’d let him, especially during sex

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

There are days when Nikolai can’t pry himself away from his work long enough to come to bed at a reasonable time, and it’s on those days when he usually resorts to taking care of himself.  After he met you, there was little need for him to get himself off, as you were usually willing to take care of him, but when one or both of you are too busy or too tired, he’ll get himself off, always thinking of you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nikolai 100% wants to do a roleplay as Sturmhond.  Maybe you’re a passenger he picked up and you have no other way to pay for your passage, maybe you’re travelling through the Bone Road and there’s no other way to keep warm.  Aside from that, MASSIVE praise kink: tell him how good he feels and he’s gone

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The only place Nikolai really feels comfortable enough having sex is the privacy of your chambers.  Anywhere else in the Palace is too exposed, to crowded.  The only exception is his (or yours) private study with the doors locked.  But he’s not against telling you that the doors aren’t locked to add the element of getting caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you take charge.  The first time you ever really asserted your authority as Queen at court, Nikolai had to drag you from the throne room and eat you out.  I don’t see him as the type to give up control completely in bed, but if you assert yourself a little, boss him around a bit, he’ll be putty in your hands

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you.  Or more specifically, sharing himself.  Countless women at court vie for the King’s attention, some making outright requests to share his bed, and he denies them all.  The thought of taking anyone but you to bed makes him ill

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Nikolai can (and will, and has) spend hours with his head between your thighs, eating your cunt, making you scream.  It’s honestly one of his favorite things, and he expects absolutely nothing in return.  In fact, he once came into your study, got on his knees, lifted your skirts, ate you out, pressed a kiss to your cheek, and left.  No requests that you return the favor, no hinting that he wanted you to get him off, it was because he wanted to.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both, but Nikolai prefers gentle, tender lovemaking.  Yes, there will be nights when he shoves you into the mattress and rails you like there’s no tomorrow

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Nikolai’s not a fan of quickies, he needs time to properly worship you. (and those are his words)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nikolai’s willing to try almost anything once, unless it would put your safety at risk.  You want him to be more dominating?  He’s down.  You want to try a new position?  Sure!  You want him to edge you?  Of course.  You want him to spank you?  Nope, not happening

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Nikolai can last as long as you want him to.  One round or 5, he’s able to hold himself back long enough to make sure you get as much pleasure as you want.  This does bite you in the ass sometimes, when he’s in one of his teasing moods, he’ll draw your pleasure out until he’s satisfied

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

There is an entire division of the Materialki workshop now dedicated to the King’s....endeavors.  Restraints, dildos, plugs, vibrators, anything you could imagine, he gets for you.  This is the man who invented flying ships, after all

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he’s in the right mood, Nikolai can tease and edge you for hours, literally making you cry.  He will make you beg for what you want, make you work for what you want, and he’s always good for it.  Plus the aftercare when he teases you is *chefs kiss*

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Nikolai would lean on the slightly quieter side until he learned how much hearing him turned you on (me projecting?  nah 😂).  After than, he’s moaning in your ear about how good you feel, how hard you make him.  And when you suck him off, this man whimpers

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

After your wedding, Nikolai took you on your honeymoon to The Wandering Isle, on the Volkvolny, of course.  Which meant you spent your wedding night on the ship.  Now, Nikolai is nothing if not a man of traditional, so naturally, your marriage is consumated that night.  And everyone on board, I mean everyone hears.  And the funny thing it, Nikolai doesn’t care.  He’s a possessive man, and he knows how his crew looks at you; now they know just whose you are

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nikolai is by no means a small man.  I put him at a good 8 inches with a thickness that necessitates him stretching you out with his fingers before fucking you

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If it were up to him, Nikolai would fuck you every minute of every day.  So yeah, his sex drive is high.  If he even gets an inkling that you might be wanting him, he’s down, he’s ready, he’s on his knees

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he’ sure you’re taken care of, that you’re comfortable and have everything you need, Nikolai usually drops off pretty quickly.  He never slept well before meeting you, but with you, he actually sleeps soundly

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

NSFW Alphabet

Captain America and The Winter Soldier

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; A-Z of pure smut.

Word Count; 3313

Warnings; NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, language, cursing, pet names, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male/female receiving), masturbation (male/female), fingering, cum swallowing, overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, teasing, spanking, sex toys, public sex, mention of bodily fluids.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bucky is very caring and attentive to you after sex, especially when it’s little rougher than usual.

He would make sure you're all well and good before he went to the bathroom to get something to clean you off, as well as a glass of water and a cold washcloth in case you were too warm.

Afterwards, he would do one of two things. Either he would bring you close to his body so he could cuddle you and show you all his love as he whispered all the affirmation his heart held for you.

“Come here, doll.”

His arms opened up for you to crawl in them to bask in his love and affection after he had fucked you good and raw into the mattress.

There was nothing quite like this, the tenderness of his touches as he held you so close to him, protecting you and loving you with all he had.

“You did so well, doll. You're so good to me. Sleep now, rest. I will protect you from the world outside. I love you so much.”

He would leave the softest of kisses on your forehead as sleep took over you, himself following soon after.

Or he would run a relaxing bath for the two of you to soothe your aching bodies. The evening would end with the two of you in the warm and soft sheets again, all snuggled up, clean and relaxed.

Since you were a little unsteady on your feet from the activities a few moments ago, Bucky helped you into the bathtub. Your back was to his firm chest and his muscular arms enclosed around you to keep you as close as possible.

The lights were dimmed, and some soft music was playing from his phone.

His soft touches and the warm water lulled you to sleep. He would wake you up so he could take you to bed to sleep more comfortably.

“Come on, sleepy girl. The bed is more comfortable.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bucky loves his arms. Hands, fingers, palms and everything that makes it possible to grab onto you in both a sexual way and a loving way.

The feel of Bucky's hands all over your body as you made out on the sofa was so intoxicating. You could never get enough of his touches on your bare skin.

His lips found their place on your sweet spot as he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin on your neck. His hand went further down until he got to the inside of your thighs, getting ready to snake his hand into your panties at any moment now.

A soft and whiny plea for him to touch you where you needed him the most escaped you.

“Please, Bucky, touch me.”

—

“You love holding my hand, huh, princess?”

Bucky questioned you as your smaller one found its way into his big one for the tenth time today. Everywhere you go, the urge for his touch was on your mind constantly, so finding the two of you holding hands no matter where was no surprise.

“I just love your touch, James, ok?”

His other favourite thing was his chest, more specifically his left peck. It holds a special place to him because that's where you always rest your head to feel the steady beats of his heart. If it was out in public or the comfort of your own home, you always wanted to lay your head on there to feel his love.

“It beats for you and you only, princess,” would always be his words when you found your home on his chest.

Bucky loves your legs, more specifically your thighs. His hand always finds its place on them, giving a reassuring squeeze now and again.

In the bedroom, he always wants you to sit on his face. He loves having your two beautiful thighs on each side of his head as he eats you out, his fingers digging deep into the skin of them. Your thighs shaking and trembling as his expert tongue builds up your orgasm. His tight grip on your thighs makes it impossible for you to go anywhere.

Those times Bucky asks you to sit on him makes you nervous. You always fear that you would crush him, so you hesitate to do what he asks.

“I know what you’re thinking, doll. You will not crush me, I promise. Now bring your beautiful thighs over here and sit on my face; I need to taste you.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He would come inside you most of the time. The need to feel him deep in your pussy is what you lived for. Bucky goes feral as he watches his load seep out of you. Your quivering hole begging for him to fill you once more.

“Where do you want it, baby?”

His thrusts were deep and rough as the need to come was creeping upon him.

“Inside, Bucky. Always inside. Please fill my pussy up, baby.”

That was all he needed to let go. Grunts and moans of your name were like music to your ears as he came deep inside you. The feel of his seed filling you up was what brought forth your own orgasm.

“Again, Bucky… I need to feel you again….”

You also love to feel his load in your mouth. You love being on your knees for him as he pumps his aching cock and orders you to stick your tongue out to receive him.

“Open up, princess, show me your tongue, pretty girl.”

Like the good girl you were, you complied with his wishes and opened your mouth. Little flicks of your tongue on him as his hand pumped his length furiously was what was needed for him to shoot ropes of his cum all over your awaiting and needy tongue. Once done, he took some time to admire his artwork.

“So beautiful. Can you swallow all of that for me?”

It was like second nature for you to do so. You showed him your empty mouth after you had swallowed every single drop.

“Good girl.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bucky loves it when you take control. It’s mostly him that’s in control of you in the bedroom, but he doesn’t mind passing that power over to you once in a while.

Whatever you ask him to do, he will do with no hesitation.

Jacking off while you watch? Check.

“Aren’t you gonna touch yourself, baby girl?”

He questioned as he lay on the bed, his hand pumping his cock while you watched from above.

“I don’t think so, Mr Barnes. Now keep touching yourself for me.”

Not being allowed to touch any part of your body as you ride him? Check.

“Bucky, no.”

This was the third time you had to pry his hands from your hips as you rode him.

“I don’t want you to touch me. Be a good boy and just watch and enjoy.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bucky knows what he’s doing. He's been with a few women before you, so he’s not entirely clueless. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what you like and don’t like.

What kind of touches have you begging for more? What kind of kisses have you gasping and whimpering out in pleasure?

It’s all about exploring each other to the fullest. He learns it all like it’s second nature for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Bucky loves any position where he can watch your face contour in pure pleasure. It’s such an ego boost for him watching you fall apart because of the pleasure he’s giving you with his mouth, fingers, or dick.

His hand will grab your chin to look at him if you ever turn your face away from him.

“Look at me, doll, look at me. I need to see your beautiful face as I make you cum.”

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bucky can be very earnest when he wants to be, but the two of you won’t take yourselves so seriously all the time with having sex. Laughed and giggles would fill the room if the bedroom session was more loving and playful than rough and dominating.

But when it was serious business, there would be no joking matter. The only thing on your mind was to please each other to the fullest with no distractions.

H = Hair (how well are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Bucky keeps it neat down there, and you have never complained, so none of you makes a big deal out of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Bucky is the best lover you’ve had in your life. He takes care of your needs and is never greedy. It’s all about you.

You always feel safe and loved as he whispers praise and encouragement to you. His touches are warm and delicate as they trace your naked skin in the act of lovemaking.

He lets you finish first before he allows himself to have his own pleasure.

It was one of those days where you both needed some extra love and attention from one another as you were tangled up in the sheets together.

Bucky's thrusts were deep and careful as he was on a mission to make you feel incredible. Your hands had a firm hold on his back to keep him close to you.

His face was buried in your neck as he whispered words of love and encouragement.

“Cum for me, beautiful girl. I’ve got you.”

The feel of your tight walls around him was all he needed to let go as well.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he when he has you?

Of course, if there ever was a time when you weren’t in the mood or out of town, he would have no problem taking care of himself.

He would pull up the videos on his phone of him and you having sex. He would focus on the sounds of your soft moans, whimpers, and sweet pleas of his name as he jerked himself off.

It never felt as good as when you did it. You always had him coming in record time with your expert mouth and hands, but this would have to do for now.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

One of Bucky's favourite kinks is to make you cum all over his fingers in public. He loved how much you tried to keep your composure as his long digits were driving themselves in and out of your pussy in a steady rhythm.

He loved to watch you struggle not to make a single sound while talking with another person so that you wouldn’t indicate that something was going on underneath the table.

When he had finally made you cum on his fingers, he pulled out of you to clean his fingers of your wetness. It would be in the most casual way possible, and no one ever suspected a thing.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Call him old-fashioned, but his favourite place to have sex with you was in the comfort of your bedroom. It’s easier and simple to play around and explore with one another in your sheets than in any other place.

But that doesn’t mean you haven’t fucked in other locations as well. All the surfaces in your house have been blessed by the two of you.

As the guests around the dinner table chatted away, your mind drifted off to what had happened just a couple of hours ago before the company arrived. Bucky had taken you hard against this very table everyone was sitting around.

The pleasant memory had you biting your lip to contain a whimper, and your legs clenched as you thought about how good it felt while Bucky penetrated your pussy as he played with your needy clit. Bucky could feel your behaviour shift where he sat beside you.

“What's wrong?” He whispered.

“I-I’m just thinking about what this table was decorated with a few hours ago. Not food, not drinks, but the two of us.”

He didn’t hide the smirk on his face at your confession.

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll take you against it again after everyone leaves.”

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You.

Your words and touches were the only things needed to turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bucky would never ever do anything that would hurt you in any way, shape or form.

He had told you countless times that if there was ever something you weren’t comfortable with in bed or something was hurting you that you speak up and let him know immediately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If he could, this man would live between your thighs forever. At every opportunity he could take, he would search out your core to nuzzle his face in your pussy and bring you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, with his expert tongue, until you were begging him that you couldn’t take any more.

Bucky was close to bringing you to a third orgasm of the night. You and he were attending a party, and halfway through the evening, he pulled you into an empty room so that he could eat you out again and again.

His sinful mouth sucked your raw and abused clit for hours, it felt like. You had lost track of time for how long you’ve been spread out for him. The short dress you were wearing made it easy for him to access your pussy.

“I-I don’t th-think I can d-do one more, babe..”

“Just one more, one more for me, kitten….”

Bucky would never decline your offer in sucking him off, no matter where you were.

Sam had hosted a big get together with close friends and family.

You had suddenly gotten the urge to feel Bucky on your tongue, desperate to taste him.

You pushed him into a random room, getting down on your knees and undoing his pants.

“Always so desperate for me, kitten.”

You took him into your mouth and sucked him off like your life depended on it.

“That’s right,” his hand fisted in your hair so that he could use your mouth to his liking, “such a good girl for me.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If someone or something had made him angry and frustrated that day, he would be rougher with you than usual. You could feel him take his frustration out on your body, using you like his personal fucktoy, as he fucked you hard into the mattress from behind.

You didn’t mind one bit. You loved those times when he would come home pissed off. Your thighs would clench together in need, knowing that he would use you for his own pleasure.

Your head was buzzing as Bucky fucked you into oblivion from behind.

He had gotten home angry and frustrated, so he was in desperate need to release some steam.

Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly in your grasp to keep you grounded from his abusive thrusts.

The palm of his hand continuously left harsh slaps to your ass cheeks as he fucked you deeply into the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If there was no time in doing it properly, with foreplay and exploring each other, you and he had nothing against a quickie.

“We don’t have time for this doll. We need to leave in ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes is more than enough, Bucky. We just need to be quick.”

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s up for exploring new things in bed if you're up for it.

New positions? Toys to use on one another? He’s all game if you are.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You and Bucky have sex almost every day. That man can last as long as he wants and needs, and he has no problem going for two to three rounds with you.

You don’t understand how he does it, but you’re not complaining one bit.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys are rarely being used in the bedroom. Bucky gives you everything you need with his hands, mouth and dick.

But he’s not against it. Once in a while, he’ll ask you to fuck yourself with your dildo while he watches.

“Please, Bucky. Please, touch me.”

The drive of the toy inside yourself was good, but it could never please you in the same way Bucky does.

“I don’t think so, doll. I want to watch you. You’ll get me later. Now show me what you do to yourself when I’m not home.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

There is a lot of teasing in your relationship. There are times when he wants to get straight to the point. But those times when he does tease you, he’ll take his sweet time in doing so, driving you insane with need.

“No… please, babe.”

That was the pathetic plea for him not to deny you your orgasm yet again.

“Shhh… I’m not done with you yet, sweet girl.”

He inserted two fingers once more into your needy and used hole as his thumb circled your clit, building you up yet again.

Was he going to allow you your pleasure this time? That would be left to see when the time came.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bucky can be very loud at times, with heavy grunts, moans and the sound of your name escaping his lips in a repeat loop as he fucked you or you sucked him off.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bucky loves drawn-out foreplay when he has plenty of time to do so.

He takes good care in preparing you and making you cum at least once, sometimes twice, before he puts his dick anywhere near you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s everything you ever fucking needed. You have been together for years, but you still can’t get used to him inside of you.

He drives you absolutely inside with his dick, whether it’s in your mouth, hands, pussy or ass.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Bucky is always ready whenever you are. He’s not joking when he says he wants you every minute of every day.

Even when the two of you are tired but still horny for one another, you will find a way to pleasure each other.

The two of you were laying in bed, on your sides. Bucky's naked chest was pressed tightly against your back as his dick was driving itself in and out of your tightness.

It was early in the morning. You and he were so tired and wanted to sleep more, but the need for each other overpowered sleep.

It didn’t take long for you both to reach your end. On such early mornings, none of you were able to last for very long.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bucky always takes care of you before his eyes close. Washing you, cuddling you or running a bath for the two of you to relax in.

He can’t sleep unless he knows you’ve been appropriately taken care of.

“Good night, sweet girl. I love you.”

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[jackpotgirl]

I feel like we are all sleeping on this...

Gif by @daily-polin​ - please find the original post here.

“If Penelope can see me this way, then surely I can too.”

This is such an important quote, I think. Colin has spent his time away generating his self-worth from the way Pen sees him, from how she encourages him. He sees himself because she sees him.

Now yes, at this point in the story this is deeply cynical because:

Colin only takes from Penelope in this scenario. While he tries (in his way) to give back and tell her that she means a lot to him too, however stupidly he puts it (”You do not count”), he appreciates her for what she can do for him (loyal, constant, encouraging, “You care for me, you won’t forsake me”). He is self-centered in the way he regards her. This is also not to say he doesn’t care about her or her thoughts at all - he does make constant efforts to ask about her as well and he is very in tune with her moods and perceptive when they change.

But the point remains: Penelope’s impact in his own life has more to do with what she can do for him, rather than who she is as a person.

But then this quote holds the world when we are looking into the future. Because it shows that Colin not only generates his own worth from what he means to her, he also DEFINES himself through what she gives him. Going forward, knowing what Pen now knows after overhearing him at the ball, her opinion of him will likely sour. She will withhold the admiration and the encouragement. She WILL forsake him in some way and that will shake Colin to his core.

Because the moment this constant re-affirmation of his own (unsteady) self-worth and even to an extent his entire sense of self will be called into question now that the one person who ever really treated him like a full, promising human (not the eternal little brother, who is green and romantic and annoying about his travels, which meant a lot to him, and altogether aimless in life) will not look at him or treat him like that anymore, he will spiral. 

Through this (and maybe, as I predict the addition of another suitor for Penelope in whatever shape or form), he will recognise what Penelope really means to him. And while she won’t celebrate him in all his facets but will explore herself more, stand up for herself, do her own thing, he will come to see her separate from himself. He will finally have to SEE her as her own person. And I do believe that’s when everything will click into place for him.

He will realise what her wits meant, her steadfastness, her resilience and hope and ambitions, her humour, everything that makes Pen Pen that has nothing to do with him. And he will understand that he built way more of himself on and around her than he previously realised. He will understand that he 1) has to build himself up too and mature enough to be his own person and 2) that he needs to work to be worthy of her. He can’t take her for granted anymore.

“You don’t know what you got till it’s gone” will be Colin’s thing next season (wether it is theirs or not, though I do not see how the writers wouldn’t take this exact dynamic right now as the perfect starting point for their season because conflict = story). Penelope will be learning how to be herself because she doesn’t revolve around Colin anymore but Colin will realise that so much of him was already her. 

And I personally can not wait to see that unfold!

[blooming-violets]

Smut Alphabet || TASM

[TASM!Peter Parker x Reader]

My favorite smut alphabet for my favorite boy. *cue me editing this so it stops getting flagged* According to the guidelines, written erotica is fine. I changed some gifs and hopefully that does the trick?? Makes me realize I should probably keep a backup all my work...

18+ Under the cut. It’s the smut alphabet. It’s going to be dirty.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Peter loves to cuddle. He’s very affectionate and leaves all the soft touches and kisses along your skin. He’ll gladly fall asleep with you in his arms.

He hates if he has to run off too soon. Though the thought of leaving you, naked on the bed, and covered in his cum is also a sight he’ll want to burn into his memory before he goes.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Peter loves his hair (is hair a body part?). He loves the wild, unkempt look that it has. He especially loves to keep it longer so you’re able to get a good fist full when you need something to grab onto.

He’s got to have his hands around the neck. I mean, look at this:

The control he has! His big hands practically wrapped around her whole neck. Whether it’s to pull you closer, to choke you, or just to feel your pulse wildly beating the closer his lips get to yours, Peter loves to have his hands on your neck.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He knows wearing a condom is the best thing to do. Sex Ed has ingrained that knowledge into him. However, there’s something so alluring about filling you completely full with his cum. He can’t help it. As long as you’re on board, he’ll ditch the condom without a second thought.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Peter’s biggest dirty secret is that he has a thing for exhibitionism when it comes to you. He loves the idea of finding risky places to have sex. The thought that anyone could come around the corner and see you fully exposed while he fucks you is a massive turn on.

Within that same area, he also loves to make you a wear a vibrator and he has the remote when the two of you are out and about. He loves watching you squirm and try to keep your cool while holding off your orgasm until you can’t anymore.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He hasn’t had many sexual partners but he was always a natural at sex. His nature is very giving and that translates well to sex. He’s a quick learner and will find exactly the best ways to pleasure you. He’s also done enough “online research” that he’s got a very good grasp on everything.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It’s the way you hold him while he pounds you into the mattress that makes him love missionary. He loves having the control so all you have to do is lay back and take him. He gets to chose the pace. He loves the way your arms will wrap around his neck and pull at his hair, the way your legs hook over his thighs and draw him deeper when you’re getting close, and the way your moaning gasps sound pressed right up against his ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Everything. Peter can take his love making very seriously. He can be very sweet and loving and passionate. He can be rough and dominate and sexy. He can be silly and giggly and adorable. He can talk dirty, call you a filthy whore, and degrade you. Or he can whisper sweet nothings in your ears, breathlessly tell you how much he loves you, and tear up afterwards because he’s so happy that you’re his. He is a man of many different varieties which will always keep you on your toes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s got more important things to think about besides manscaping. He’ll clean up around the edges when he thinks of it but, as long as you don’t mind, he doesn’t either. Unless you specifically ask, he’s never going to go full shave. He kinda likes his hair. They’re his little friends.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Peter’s attention is always on you in the moment. No matter how busy or crazy his day was, the second his hands are on your body, he’s fully captivated. You can make everything else in his world disappear. He’s extremely affectionate and needy for you approval. He just wants to please you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Every time he jerks off, you’re always a part of the fantasy. Sometimes he thinks he can picture you so perfectly that he can almost hear your moans and feel your hand around his cock instead of his own.

On a night you were feeling particularly spicy, you left him a voice mail as you touched yourself. It was filled your heavy breathing and whimpers, moaning out his name, and breathless describing everything you wished he was doing to you. It’s now his favorite material to use whenever he needs to get off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Peter loves his web shooters. He loves to use them to pin you to walls, to grab you closer to him, or to lock your hands in place over your head. He once used them to rip your clothes straight off your body.

He enjoys using toys and making you cum over and over again. He likes you splayed out and restrained on the bed while he uses different toys to get different forms of pleasure out of you like you’re a specimen under a microscope. Always the scientist, he wants to experiment to see what kind of noises you’ll make with each new object.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He like the intimacy and simplicity of your bed. He likes the excitement and secrecy of doing it in public. He likes the thrill of stealing you away to some place high above the city and fucking you in the clouds. He’s just happy to have you anywhere that you’ll have him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The way your tongue sticks out of your mouth when your concentrating too hard. The way you place your finger gently between your teeth when deciding what you want off a menu. The way your skirt hugs around your waist when you walk. The way you tilt your head up from your book to steal glances at him from under your lashes. The sneaky smile that teases your lips when you purposely rub your ass up against his crotch while standing in line for coffee in the morning. The smell of your soap after you shower. The way your nipples harden in the cold and press against your shirt. The way he can hear your heart beat speed up whenever he whispers in your ear. The look of vulnerability and lust in your eyes when he pushes you back against the bed.

Basically, you. Anything you. He’s pussy-whipped.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Peter plays by your rules and follows your lead. He’s willing to try anything out as long as it’s something you’re asking for. That being said, he’s not sharing you with anyone or doing anything that would put your life at risk or cause you too much pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s the King of Oral. I know he is. Look at him. He’s the biggest pleaser ever. He’d go down on you for as long as you’d let him. Multiple times a night. And he would enjoy every second being suffocated in your pussy. He’d emerge from between your thighs with his face covered in your wetness and a victorious, pleased smile on his face asking you how he did. No other man has ever given you better oral than he has.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

There are days when he loves to hold you in his arms and fuck you slowly, letting you feel every inch of his cock, as he tantalizingly pulls out and thrusts back into your folds. He wants to build your orgasm slowly so you can feel the inklings of it starting to burn deep in your stomach. Then let it grow, the warm tingles getting more intense as they spread throughout your body, until they finally explode into a blinding light of pure ecstasy.

Then there are days when he wants nothing more than to grab a fistful of your hair while he slams, fast and hard, into your dripping, needy pussy from behind. He wants to use your body like his personal sex doll, there to take his cock and fill you with his seed. He wants to see the bruises form on your skin from how tightly he grips your thighs and listen to the loud screeches that rip out out throat as you scream out his name.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are a must when you’re both busy people. Your favorite is when your having a rough morning at your job. You’ll send Peter a quick text, knowing that it’s something he can’t resist, and he’ll meet you during your lunch break. You’ll find the nearest quiet spot and both giggle as you hurriedly try to remove your pants. He’ll spin you around, bend you over, and take you as fast as possible. It’s a race against the clock but the mischievous knowledge of fucking in middle of the work day always get you to where you need to be. Knowing that you have Peter’s cum ripping out of you and soaking through your underwear while you talk with your coworkers always make for an exciting time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. There’s hundreds of ways to make you cum and Peter wants to find them all.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s Spider-Man. He’s got super human strength and the ability to regenerate health faster than a normal man. You’re the one who usually has to tap out before him. If you’d let him, he go all night long and still not be tired.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes and yes. He’s not afraid of toys. The two of you have now grown quite the collection. He prefers to use them on you though. There’s not much he’s found that is very appealing for himself unless it’s a cock ring meant for your own pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. It’s practically his own form of foreplay. He loves getting you worked up throughout the day so, by the time you get together at night, you’re ready to pounce on him. He’s a cheeky, little shit and you love him for it.  

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Peter is very verbal during sex because he knows hearing him turns you on. He’s got deep, guttural moans. His voice gets very husky and scratchy when he’s about to cum. It almost sounds like a growl. You especially love when you can make him whimper. His hips will buck forward and he’ll be begging for you to give him a release.

It is always fun when you both have to be quiet to keep from drawing attention to yourself. He has to resort to keeping his lips pressed against your ear as he breaths hot and heavy breaths against it, occasionally whispering how hot you’re making him and how good you feel wrapped tightly around him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Peter often gets really worked up and horny after he catches a bad guy. He’ll swing as quickly as he can back to your place, throw himself through your open window, and carry you straight to your bed without saying a word.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s not shy. He knows what he’s working with and he knows he can please a woman with what he’s got. And the bulge in pajamas don’t leave much to the imagination.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. The horniest of all the Spider-Men. Any down time and he immediately has sex on the mind. He loves being around you. He loves the way you make him feel. He only wishes that he can return all the love back to you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Peter’s usually pretty tired from being out most of the night. After sex, he feels a sense of peace. It’s easy for him to drift off to sleep with you wrapped up in his arms.

That was fun. Thanks for playing with me. I changed some gifs. Let’s hope we don’t get flagged again. 

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[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Lab Experiments

Peter3 x reader

SFW; A little angst, flustering fluff, mild hints of a friendship becoming a romance

Words: 3539 (give or take I forget 💀)

Summary: In the midst of Y/N watching Peter work on Spider-Man related stuff in his makeshift lab, he finds out about their adorable quirk, and of course, has to conduct an experiment

Warnings: Brief talks about/mention of death, alluding to violence, Peter being a little shit with his web shooters, also, tickling, and a lot of teasing (Peter is a ruthless teaser in this 🥴)

DISCLAIMER: Any science talk in this will be vague because I have little knowledge of science stuff compared to Peter Parker 🤓 LMAO (ALSO BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE GIF ANSKSJJDJDF)

*Spoilers under the cut. This takes place post!NWH*

Y/N propped their elbows up on the table, fingers clasped together to create a resting place for their chin, eyes illuminated with curiosity. Although they had no idea what Peter was about to work on, they watched with admiration as their lab coat-clad friend scanned the shelves and cabinets for the components he needed. Their legs swung back and forth beneath them while they awaited to hear what Peter would be doing.

"S-So..." Y/N internally winced at how awkward they felt they'd sounded. "What exactly are you... working on?"

Peter grabbed two pairs of goggles from the desk, holding out one set to his curious friend, who quickly put them on. "Since my little multiverse trip..." he trailed off as he carefully lit the bunsen burner on the table.

"...I've, uh, been thinking more... about how to neutralize villains without killing them in the process..." Peter looked back up at Y/N, who silently waited for him to continue. "Peter one's Aunt May... she... she was so passionate about it. So passionate about doing the right thing up to her final moments..."

Y/N remembered when Peter explained to them about being yanked from their universe and being thrown into another. For as long as they'd known him, up until that point, he'd been a serious person; Withdrawn, exhausted, angry. As Spider-Man, he was terrifying... vengeful... Y/N knew why, and understood why. They knew about the rage that had been building since he lost his Uncle Ben, and how losing Gwen Stacy was his absolute breaking point.

They weren't prepared for the morning that Peter showed up at their doorstep, with a bright smile on his face, and they especially weren't prepared for the moment he engulfed them in a warm hug. Y/N never denied that the interaction brought tears to their eyes. It was still taking some getting used to, seeing such positive changes in Peter, but Y/N was over the moon to see it happening.

Peter's words brought them back out of their pondering. "I figured, if I can cure them, like the other Peters and I cured Max, and Dr. Connors, and the guys from Peter two's world, that... they'd have a second chance too."

His voice had grown a little shaky, but he looked at Y/N with an optimistic smile.

"I-It's what Gwen would have wanted."

"Peter," Y/N looked up at their friend, who had begun to put on gloves. He paused patiently, attention on them as they spoke. "There is not a doubt in my mind, not one, that Gwen is so. proud. of you. Not a doubt."

Those words had Peter's smile growing bigger, and he nodded graciously, before tapping the outer frame of the goggles, silently directing Y/N to place theirs over their eyes. Y/N hastily obliged, giving a sheepish smile that made Peter chuckle.

They bit their lip with anticipation as Peter began to work on the new formula, mind buzzing with questions they wanted to ask.

"Please do tell, w-what is this formula meant for exactly?"

"At the moment, I'm trying to find a way to make my webs withstand larger amounts of force, and be more element resistant." Peter answered, picking up a different beaker and using a dropper to add a substance to it. "So, the stronger the web, the faster I can subdue a villain. The hope is that the webbing would last long enough to create whatever cure I need to make."

Y/N grinned at the both the explanation and Peter's enthusiasm. His face was aglow with an optimism that his friend had rarely seen before the multiverse mishap.

"I haven't ever seen you this excited before. It's really sweet." They hadn't really had time to think about the words before they left their mouth, and upon realizing, stared down at their hands, feeling embarrassment and a tinge of regret.

Peter chuckled, much to their surprise, and the soft joy on his face served to wash away their worry. "IhI'm telling you, bugs. You're gonna be seeing a really different Peter Parker than the one you've known. More relaxed... happier... one with a lot more time for fun. I hope it doesn't scare you too much."

"Tryhy me, Parker," Y/N giggled, legs swinging again. "Seeing you happy and having fun is far from scary."

After a couple of tedious hours, and a snack break, Peter was ready to test the webbing, advising Y/N to prepare to duck behind the table if anything went awry. With a deep breath, his pressed his lips together and conducted the first experiment. Test after test was a success, and Peter sighed with relief, before throwing off his goggles and exclaiming in triumph.

"YES! Oh my God, we did it." He was pacing back and forth, before he saw Y/N still partially crouched behind the table and reached out his hand. "Come on. All clear now. We did it!"

"W-We?"

"Yes, we!"

"I-IhI didn't exactly... I'm not... I'm not a scientist, PetERRR~!" Their voice raised when they were very quickly pulled to standing. "I mean, I just sat here-"

"Y/NNN." Peter interrupted, tone of voice oozing with a warning. "Don't. even. Don't do that. We did this together."

Y/N briefly studied his expression, full of pride and glee. They finally relented. "AhAlright. We did it."

"That's what I'm talking about, bug! Woo!"

Following their mini celebration, Peter filled his web shooters with some cartridges of the formula, before setting the rest aside as he prepared it for storage. His hand moved around the table in search of the vials he needed, brows furrowing at the mess of equipment he'd laid out in the midst of testing. He wiggled his pointer finger as his hand hovered over a box, before he wiggled all of them and reached down to confirm he's found what he was looking for.

"Gotcha." Peter began filling the vials, watching carefully to make sure he didn't overfill.

What the science enthusiast hadn't seen, however, was Y/N's reaction to Peter wiggling his fingers. Their heart skipped a beat at the sight, silently cursing their nervous system for sending a phantom ticklish feeling up their sides. Seeing him wiggle one finger had been enough to make them respond in such a way, but their stomach swarmed with butterflies the moment he began wiggling all of his fingers.

In the years of their friendship, Y/N had managed to never let slip that they were ticklish. Thankfully, it hadn't ever really come up in the past. They were certain that if he did find out, that they'd never be able to live it down, and also, they really did not exactly mind the idea of being tickled... at all (especially if Peter was the one doing so).

Right as they were silently internally thanking their lucky stars that Peter didn't see how they'd reacted, Peter looked over at them, which made them jump a bit more than they would have liked to admit, and they awkwardly averted their eyes.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He set down the vials and leaned closer. "I didn't mean to startle you, sorry."

"I-It's okay, Peter! R-Really... I-I, uh, guess I'm just a little jumpy right now," Y/N rambled, briefly willing their eyes to meet Peter's before they looked at their hands and fiddled with their fingers.

Peter nodded understandably, before moving to pick up the vials once more, again, wiggling his fingers before he did so. He caught Y/N shift in the chair out of the corner of his eye, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're good?"

"Mhm! Never better! P-Peachy!"

It was very clear that Peter was not buying their answer, as they'd rapidly nodded, voice perhaps a bit too chipper. Nevertheless, he moved on, and carried the vials over to a safe. As soon as it was closed, he sighed, taking off his gloves and disposing of them in the trash. "One hurdle in becoming a better Spider-Man has been successfully leapt over. Now we need to think of something to do."

He sat down across from Y/N, who'd placed their hand under their chin with their elbow propped up. When Peter opted to sit the same way, Y/N giggled, and placed their other hand under their chin as well. Peter chuckled and copied their movement again. The two sat there, heads held up by their hands, as they tried to find a way to break the adorably awkward tension.

"So..." Peter started.

"Soooo..." Y/N repeated.

Peter grinned. "What should we do now?"

"Dihid you have any ihideas?" Y/N asked, unable to keep from giggling again.

"IhI've sort've forgotten how to have fun? Not... not like, forgotten forgotten, but it's just been a while. I don't know how to decide or where to start." Peter grinned again. "You gotta teach me."

"IhI'm not a good teacher, Peheter..."

"You've been giggling for two minutes straight, bugaboo. I think that indicates you're well versed in how to have fun."

"Youhou're mahaking me giggle!"

Peter laughed, looking down at the table with his entire head before sitting back up, and realizing he'd left a beaker out. With a deep, dramatic sigh, he stood up. "Guess I forgot to put this away."

Y/N had no time to brace for what they knew was coming, and visibly squirmed at the sight of Peter's fingers wiggling above the beaker. There was no possible way that their brain in that moment decided it was a good idea to make Y/N envision themself instead of the beaker... of course it still happened.

"Okay, am I missing something? That's like the third time something I've done has thrown you off. What's going on?"

"N-Nothing?"

"Are you sure about that?" Peter tilted his head curiously and leaned on the table with both his hands, before gesturing to the beaker. "Because I was just reaching for the beaker and- There it was! You did it again!"

"D-Did what!?"

"All I did was... Wait a minute," Peter pointed to the beaker, and then to Y/N, and then promptly looked down at his hands. "Are you... Wait a minute! You ticklish, Y/N?"

Damn it. Of course he had to say the word. Y/N shifted in their chair, adjusting their shoulders and biting their lip. "N-No...?"

"No? You totally just answered with the least amount of confidence in what you were telling me."

"Peter."

"Ohoh, don't you 'Peter' me bugaboo," Peter warned playfully. "Do you mean to tell me that in all the years of knowing you, I never figured this out?"

"W-We didn't really have much time for non Spider-Man related conversations, did we!?"

"Ouch. Point taken. But, how about we circle back to the whole 'my best friend is ticklish' situation." Peter rolled his pointed fingers around each other in a backwards motion to emphasize his words.

"You're making assumptions, Peter!"

"Am I?" Peter questioned with mock irritation. He slowly lifted his hand, pointer finger still out, and wiggled it. "Am I?"

Y/N couldn't stop the audible squeak, nor could they stay still, squirming again and looking away, stomach fluttering uncontrollably. Their ears were growing hot. They could feel them scorching.

"Youhou must be real ticklish if me wiggling one finger made you react that much."

"IhI'm not t-" There was no way Y/N was saying that word, and they cursed themself for trying. "Peter, th-this is ridiculous."

"Nuh uh. This sounds like it's gonna be a lot of fun~"

"P-Peter Benjamin Parker..." Y/N warned, slowly moving to stand up.

"Oh no! Not the full name!" Peter dramatically pretended to clutch his chest and raised his forearm to his forehead. "Anything but the full name! I'm powerless now!"

"Y-You're nohot funny!"

The cheesy but adorable smile on that man's face was making Y/N's heart beat faster. "Then why did you just giggle~?"

Y/N slowly began backing away from the table, eyes not leaving Peter's form for even one second. "W-Why are you... why are you rolling up your lab coat sleeves?"

"Because, I just found my next experiment." The 'too casual' tone of Peter's voice was concerning.

"O-Ohoh no..."

"Ohoh yes~"

There weren't really many places to run. Although the lab was pretty spacious, the only easy exit was to the right of Y/N. Peter saw them quickly eye the doorknob, and without missing a beat, the moment they moved to run, Peter webbed the door from top to bottom.

"Peter!"

"Oops. Sorry. My fingers slipped," Peter shrugged, a cocky laugh leaving his lips.

"You're such a dick."

"Who's the one calling me names?"

"Y-You webbed the damn door!"

"And you're stalling for time. I've got an experiment to conduct." Peter teasingly wiggled his fingers again, chuckling when Y/N squeaked and shot their hand up to their mouth to muffle the string of cuss words that were coming out of their mouth.

"D-Don't you dare. Dohohon't youhou dahAHAHAHARE! PEHEHEHETER!" Y/N shrieked when Peter suddenly ran toward them, sprinting away as fast as they could, only to jump and scream when he landed in front of them. Curse that spider agility. They were promptly swung over his shoulder, in one fluid motion, their screech making Peter laugh heartily. "Peheheheter! Thahahat wasn't fahahairrrr! Youhou ahand your stuhuhupid spihihdeher pohowehers!"

Peter was chuckling as Y/N kicked their legs in vain. He noticed immediately that they were definitely not kicking their legs as hard as he knew they could, and hadn't made much attempt to push off his shoulder. The gears began turning in his head, but he wasn't exactly sure why. Peter set his giggling friend down on the settee in the corner of the lab, webbing one of their wrists to the cushion without hesitation.

"Heheheheyyyy!"

"Alright! Now I can run some tests," he joked, adjusting his lap coat again. "I probably should've brought my clipboard with me for this. Oh well. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna remember the results."

Peter's teasing was making the anticipation so much worse. Y/N couldn't help but squeak from Peter's eyes meeting theirs. The longer he looked at them, the more they squirmed. "Stahap doing thahahaaat!"

"I'm juhust looking at you, bugs! I gotta study the test subject, don't I?" He placed his finger on his chin and pretended to think. "How should I start this experiment off...? Wait! Wait! I got it!"

Y/N let out a giggly whimper when Peter sat down on the edge of the couch and slowly lifted his hands into their line of vision. "D-Dohon't evehehen thihink ahabout it!"

"I've thought about it plenty, giggle-bug~"

"WHAHAT!?"

"You heard me~"

Y/N's face and ears were hotter than the lab's bunsen burner over the entire predicament they'd found themself in. Peter pretended to compose himself, putting on a fake serious face. "Alright. I gotta be serious now. This is a very important test. 'How ticklish is Y/N L/N?'"

"Dohohon't tihihitle tihihiiiis!"

His friend lightly kicked their legs and squealed as he began slowly spidering his fingers. Their free hand shot up to their face, partially hiding behind it and biting their lip in a poor attempt to fight off their urge to laugh.

"Is me just wiggling my fingers really that bad?"

"Yehehehess!"

"Ohohoh, this is gonna be so much more fun! Get ready bug~ I told you that you were about to see a different Peter Parker than the one you've known these past few years."

"Whahahat dohohoes thihIIIIS hahave tohoho doho wihihihith thahahat stahahatement!?" Y/N's voice spiked when Peter got close to their side and he snickered.

"Because, giggle-bug~ This Peter Parker is also the big. bad. tickle monster~" The voice Peter used sent a chill up Y/N's spine, had their stomach butterflies in overdrive, and made them screech and kick their legs even faster. "Aww~ Look at how much you're laughing already~! I haven't even tickled you yet~"

It was getting harder for Y/N to hide their giddiness. Little did they know, the gears in Peter's head were turning again.

"Stahahahap uhuhusihihihing thehehe voihoihoiiiiiice!"

"No can do, bugaboo~ Nuh uhhhh~ If it's making you giggle that much harder, then I have to~ I have tooooo~"

The sight of Peter teasingly fluttering his fingers combined with that damn voice had Y/N too flustered to look at him, and they covered their eyes with their arm, lightly biting their tongue and giggling harder.

"AhAlright, IhI think I've got enough data for this stage of the test. Conclusion? You're the most air ticklish person I have ever fucking met, bugs."

He gasped with feigned offense when Y/N flipped him off.

"Hey! Alright, that's IT!"

Y/N's hand shot down and they tucked their arm into their chest the moment Peter spidered his fingers on their sides, letting out a screech and arching their back, hiccuping with giggles. All of the anticipation their friend had made the inevitable outcome so. much. worse. The sensations were spreading to the rest of their torso and down their spine.

"PEHEHEHEHETERRRRR!" Their voice was the highest sounding Peter had ever heard it.

"WOAH! You sure you don't have powers, giggle-bug? No regular human is this ticklish. No fucking way."

"Fuhuhuhuck youhOUHOUHOUUU!" Peter pinched their hips and laughed at the pitch change in his friend's voice.

"Are you trying to make me tickle you more?" It had been an innocent question, but Y/N felt their heart jump into their throat, their eyes widening. It was then that Peter finally connected the dots. "Waaaaiiiiit. Wait. Hold on. You totally are."

Y/N was too giggly to feel upset, so they resorted to hiding their face in their hand and whined. He knew Y/N was starting to get embarrassed, and paused his hands, reaching up to carefully move Y/N's hand. "Bug."

Y/N bit their lip and kept their eyes glued to the back of the couch. "Buuuuug."

"Y-Yehehes...?" They were still giggling, but they sounded discouraged.

"Do you like this? I'm not being too mean, am I? Like... are you really having fun?"

The way Peter was asking the questions surprised Y/N, and with the little bit of bravery they had, they looked up at him. He looked worried... concerned... "Bugs?"

"I-I..." Y/N took a slow, deep breath, before resorting to nodding. "Y-You don't think it's weird that I... don't hate this whole situation...?"

"Is it weird if I said I'm having fun tickling you?" Peter questioned, unable to keep from smiling when he saw Y/N grow shy again and silently shake their head. "Bugaboo, I love seeing you laugh. I can't get enough of it. Especially since I never really got to before... at least not, you know, like this. I still can't believe I didn't know my best friend was ticklish."

"I went o-out of my way to make s-sure you wouldn't find out."

"You do realize that means I've got years worth of tickling to catch up on," Peter stated with a smirk.

"Whahahat!? H-Hehey! Peheheheter! PEHEHEHETER!" Y/N was squealing as Peter gently clawed their belly.

"Oh yeah~ You've got a free trip to giggleville~"

"NohoHOHOT THEHEHE VOHOHOIIICE! PEHEHEHETERRRR!"

It was a good five minutes before Y/N finally grabbed Peter's wrist with their free hand. "OKAHAHAY! OHOKAYYY! Nohoho mohohore! IhIhI'm gohonna dieeeeee!"

Peter chuckled, moving his hands away before freeing Y/N's wrist from the webbing. He sat there and admired them for several seconds, seeing how their expression was glowing and they were still smiling brightly, tears of mirth at the corner of their eyes.

"Thahat experiment was definitely a success." He held out his hands and Y/N grabbed hold of them. When he pulled them up to sit, he hadn't initially realized how close their faces were.

His heart beat a little faster, and he looked at his friend, who was still giggling. As he continued to laugh, his nose bumped against theirs a few times, their hands still gripping his. They looked up at him, face still warm, especially at how close they were.

"Youhou ruined thehehe sehettee wihihith the weheb..."

"IhIt wahasn't thahat ehexpensive!" The exchange only served to make the two laugh harder. When their laughter had finally died down, Peter smiled, before standing up.

"Whehere are youhou going?"

"To fill out my lab report." He declared.

"Youhour whahahat!?"

"Dihid you really think I wasn't going to write a report on how ticklish you are?"

"PEHETER!"

Peter yelped as Y/N jumped up and chased him around the lab, the two of them giggling uncontrollably all the while. Yeah, Y/N could definitely get used to the happy, fun-loving Peter Parker. On the other hand, Peter could get used to making more time to be that Peter Parker, and he could definitely get used to spending more time with Y/N.

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SHAHAHAHHASNJDK The gif lives in my head rent free. Again major thanks to the anon who gif'd it and a huge thank you to the awesome folks who beta read this fic! (Your feedback was super encouraging)!

Of all the fics I have written so far, this one absolutely flustered me the most. That finger wiggle makes me want to scream 😖🏃🏽‍♀️

See you for the next fic lovelies 🤍

[milkiane]

promise; jj maybank

summary: your love for each other is sealed for forever with a promise.

warnings: mentions of food & beverages, gif credits to @vancssakirby

word count: 1476

the idea of finding the one for you and slowly falling in love with them sounds so… romantic.

ever since you’ve seen disney films as a kid, the concept of finding your prince charming has been implanted in your mind for as long as you could remember.

of course as you grew older, that idea has been pushed to the back of your mind because you’re an independent woman. and you don’t need any man.

but now, rounding off your first anniversary with jj, you realized that you did get a chance to experience your little childhood fairytale.

said movies always had picture-perfect couples in their most enviable clothing, so on your first anniversary together, you realized that you did get a chance to experience your little childhood fairytale.

with your head on his shoulder, images came to mind: the damsel (not in distress) and her hero, the heroine and her love, the princess and her prince…

it was funny how he completed the look, too; with his dreamy blue eyes and soft blonde hair, you were a goner.

“hey, princess,” he smiled, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “bad news, my malibu beach babe, i’ll have to take a shift to work today.”

you pouted jokingly out of habit, and he gave you a quick peck as he couldn’t help himself.

“i promise i’ll make it up to you though,” he said with an encouraging laugh.

it was fine for you, you knew how important his job was. plus, it gave you more time to prepare his gift.

jj 🤍

hi

i’ll pick u up at 6 on the dot

wear something fancy — and i mean kook typa fancy

k?

k. love u bye

as soon as six p.m. striked, clad in the fanciest dress you could find in your closet and some wedges you borrowed from sarah, you were ready.

once the doorbell rang, you clutched your purse and jj’s gift in your hand. you composed yourself for a moment before letting your hand turn the knob.

“oh wow,” you whispered, eyes slowly training up and down as you took in the classy appearance your boyfriend sported. he was wearing a tuxedo, which fitted him perfectly, and the same charming smile you fell in love with.

“on a scale of one to ten, how uncomfortable are you in this tux?” you teased, fixing the lapels of his suit.

jj pretended to think, letting out a thoughtful hum. “broke the scale.”

you laughed at his comment, and his smile grew wider at the sound. then he suddenly remembered the flowers he was holding. “oh! these are for you, m’lady.”

you smiled at the sight of your favorite flowers collected in a beautiful bouquet. it was different from the usual wildflowers he would pick up on the side of the street for you, but you love them just as much. “thank you, jj. they’re pretty.”

“like you,” he winked as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “i worked an extra shift today so i could buy them for you.”

he grabbed your hand and started guiding you towards the car he borrowed from kie.

you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head a bit. “jj- what? why would you-“

“c’mon, y/n/n,” jj dragged, opening the car door for you. “just trust me, ‘kay?”

and you did. you spent the whole car ride talking about each other’s day, singing along the blasting music, and exchanging stolen glances.

only your confusion grew as you neared a fancy restaurant at figure 8. jj didn’t answer any more of your questions as he handed the car keys for valet.

kooks of all kinds started turning their heads to look at the both of you. your confusion matching theirs.

“uhh, reservation for two under maybank?” jj said, sending a tight-lip smile to the clerk at the front desk.

“right over here, sir.” he guided the both of you to an outside booth which overviews the beach, fairy lights streamed from corner to corner, and candles lit up.

jj pulled back the seat for you as the gentleman that he is, the soft smile on his lips never leaving his face.

the food was immediately served as you sat down, you guessed that he ordered beforehand. it was your favorite, too.

“wow, jj. i-“ you let out a soft chuckle, looking at him with nothing but just love and adoration. “i don’t know what to say, this is all so amazing.”

“i took up a lot of extra shifts and saved for months just so i could treat you like a princess, even if it’s just for the night.” jj grinned, his cheeks lighting up with a bright red. “well, let’s dig in.”

as time passed by, you and jj were having a lot of fun. you and him finished every dish served on your table while quietly mocking the kooks around you.

your laughters slowly subsided, traces of small smiles gracing both your lips.

your table has been cleared from any more expensive food, the only thing left was the bottle of wine the both of you had been nursing.

“oh! i almost forgot about your gift,” jj exclaimed, he dug through his pocket and pulled out a small box. he opened it and stared at it for a few seconds, a small sigh escaping his lips. though he recovered soon as a grin replaced his momentary sadness.

“i want you to have this.” he pushed the velvet box towards you. “it used to be my mom’s, she told me to keep it before she died — said that i should give it to the girl i love, the girl i know i’d spend the rest of my life with, and well…”

“jj…” you whispered in shock as you stared at the ring. it was a silver band with a small flower that adorned tiny gemstones.

“fits perfectly.” he murmured as he slipped it on the ring finger of your right hand. “this promise ring… is proof that my heart belongs to you, and only you. i’ll love you for as long as i live, and that’s a promise.”

you let out a teary laugh as jj planted a soft kiss on your knuckles. “you should’ve let me give you your gift first. if i had known you’d take me out to a kook resto and give me your mom’s ring, i would’ve gotten you something better.”

you shyly brought out the small paper bag and pushed it towards him. “you brought your walkman, right?”

“yeah,” he unclipped the device from his pants and placed it on top of the table as he opened his gift.

it was a mixtape with your handwriting in front. to the love of my life, 08.13.21

you flashed him a bashful smile as you watched him insert it in his walkman and put on his headphones. your voice was the first thing he heard.

hi, jj. happy anniversary, baby! i know this probably isn’t the best gift that you could ever receive for our first year, but i wanted to give you something special that you could remember us by. so here’s to more love and adventures, i love you!

you watched as a smile tugged at his lips as he continued to listen to the mixtape. you spent quite some time putting together songs that reminded you of him, inside jokes that only the two of you could laugh about, songs that the both of you slow danced to, and every possible song that could summarize your whole relationship.

jj hit pause on the device and abruptly stood up from his seat, earning a few stares from the people around you.

he softly cupped your face and brought your lips to his. “god, i love you so much.”

“i love you, too.” you smiled as you leaned forward to give him another kiss. “i’ll love you forever, and that’s a promise.”

jj grabbed your things on the table as he raced to the door with you, hand-in-hand. “yeah- not a bar of gold can compare to this lovely lady right here, people, ya hear me?”

“nothing!” he finished, laughing with you as he grabbed the keys from the valet.

“sir! sir!” the waiter called out, “you still have to pay!”

you laughed out loud as jj paused. “oh, right…”

he patted around for his wallet, and grabbed three hundred dollars, slipping it through the waiter’s front pocket.

“thanks. where was i?”

with a grin, jj placed his arm around your shoulder.

you hummed thoughtfully, playfully tapping your chin as if in thought. “i think you were saying something about how nothing can compare to me?”

“oh hell yeah!” he whooped. “i’m the luckiest man in the whole world and y’all can suck it!”

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[batfamtv]

me after writing smut: is this who i am? is this who i represent? lmao i've never written smut until trese, i guess the thirst was too much, let me know how y'all like it! thank you so much for all your support, ily <3

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kambal x reader; established relationship

gif by @rasputinaillyanna (see their original gifsets here!)

sfw

the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”

[lilxberry]

NSFW Alphabet - Jughead Jones*

NSFW Alphabet Version

Fic Relating To Kink: COMING SOON

Warnings: NSFW obviously. Mentions of SMUT. Contains sexual gifs that may include nudity.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

God, he’s so soft and sweet. He takes such good care of you, softly asking if you’re okay, if you need anything or just plainly whispering sweet words into your ear as you come down from both your highs.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jughead likes his hands for many reasons. There’s surprisingly quite a difference in size compared to yours and they cover a large area of your skin when he kneads and squeezes and grips at your thighs when things heat up between you. Plus, he can certainly pleasure you well with them *wink wonk*

Now, he absolutely loves, LOVES, your thighs. It’s pretty obvious from the amount of touching. Jughead loves to tease you by subtly placing his hand a bit to high up on them, giving them a quick squeeze before massaging his thumb across it, sending tingles straight through your being and a heat rushing straight to your core.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I mean, you’re both still in high school so you’re pretty careful. Some form of contraception is in play usually. It’s rare you take the risk of pulling out but, when you do, God he loves the sight of it covering your ass and the small of your back or covering your thighs and abdomen.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jughead honestly can’t get enough of you sat in his lap facing him, running your hands through his hair, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, warming his cock as he writes.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced, but only in so many ways. He can definitely hit the right spot when it comes to missionary but, throw in a position that’s new for him and it becomes a very important learning curve in your relationship.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

He kinda loves it when you’re on top, riding him at any pace that you set. When he’s pretty pissed or needs to release some pent-up energy/anger, he can go pretty primal and dominant, pounding into you vicariously but usually, you’re on top, whispering sweet words to each other.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s pretty serious when it comes to your intimacy but, that doesn’t mean there aren’t moments where he won’t make you laugh a smidge, and vice versa.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jughead is more on the natural side, but only because there isn’t really any grooming nessicary. You both agree that you’re comfortable with how everything is maintained in both of your lower areas.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jug is super romantic. I mean, he’s an author for God’s sake. Even if the pace or position isn’t exactly one that would “sweep you off your feet”, his words definitely will.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s human. He’s a warm-blooded male that has serious levels of testosterone. Of course, he masturbates. Granted, it practically never happens anymore, especially since he barely did so when single.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jug enjoys marking you and being marked. Not to an extreme, of course. Light scratches, gentle biting, light spanking on your ass and the back of your thighs, nothing that leaves visual evidence for more than a few days.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s usually over yours and desk and bed are usually the surfaces you find yourselves doing it on a lot. You’ve had the sneaky session at school, but nothing compares to the comfort and privacy at home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, so many things could get this boy going when it comes to you. When you’re angry, when you’re making huge breaks in cases that you work on together, when you throw your leg over him when you’re cuddling and watching a movie, when you cross your leg over the other and show them off slightly. Anything you do could get his motor running.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jughead absolutely hates the prospect of sharing, even just visually.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

You two actually don’t take part in oral as often as the usual expected when it comes to sexually active teens. You two are rather good at it but prefer to feel each other in other ways.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s all dependant on mood, position and occasion, along with time. Usually, like mentioned before, when you’re on top, you usually set the pace, with the occasional assistance from him.

You tend to go slow and sensual, but if your limited with time or your in a particular mood, it can definitely be quickened.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Definitely not opposed it them, especially with everything going on in Riverdale. You never know when you can get interrupted. Snap thrusts of his cock and quickened circles around your clit and you’re all set for a quick session before you have to go meet the gang.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Risk taking isn’t a huge part within your sex lives as it is in your everyday lives. Jughead and you both agreed that less risk is definitely good.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t game to experiment. Maybe a new position you are yet to try, maybe something that usually isn’t found within the bedroom brought in.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can actually go for a good 3 rounds with enough time to cool off in-between. Obviously, if you haven’t participated in such activities in length of time, it’s usually one and both you and Jughead are done. Although, that singular one round can definitely be long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any, and you only really have a single bullet vibrator. He usually isn’t around when it’s put to use but, it can definitely come into play when you guys do phone sex. Plus, he thinks he does a better job than a little toy. (Which he does.)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

OH BOY DOES HE TEASE. He whispers absolute pure filth when in public while he smirks ever so smugly. His touch is like fire when he does this. Any little touch feels searing hot, and you feel weak at the knees. You undoubtedly become putty in his hands and it just becomes a game of how long you can hold out until you’re both alone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Apart from the sweet talk while inside of you, Jughead is a grunter. His grunts are deep which only egg you on further.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would love to be dominated fully. He loves his power over you in the bedroom, even when you’re on top, he’s still relatively in control. So, the thought of you taking charge, even tying his hands to the headboard of the bed all the while you control when he cums is something that really gets him going.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jughead is pretty average but that doesn’t lower the quality of pleasure he gives you. It seems he’s just the perfect size for you, hitting all of the right spots.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Although he never masturbated a lot, his sex drive is definitely high. Sex is a very common occurrence within your relationship.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If the day had been tiring, yeah, you’re both pretty prone to falling asleep quickly. The two of you do enjoy just softly talking between you both whilst cuddling when you can, though.

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I Wanna Be Yours [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 6025

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Love is complicated. Especially when the boy you love likes someone else. Or does he? [Based on the film Some Kind of Wonderful].

WARNING: brief mentions of alcohol and drinking

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A/n: i am again naming my fics after arctic monkeys’ songs - fun fact this one is named after my favourite one of theirs, i’m considering having it for my wedding song bc it cute af

also yes i watched some kind of wonderful whilst writing this and cried. it’s not even a sad fic, i’m just emotional smh

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

And that’s where your problem had started. Because a few weeks ago, you were, as you claimed, fine. Well, you had a few essays due and were having trouble finding the textbooks to help you write them, but that was all really.

How you wished you could steal a time turner and go back in time.

And yes, when this all started you knew that George had his heart taken by someone else. It’s not his fault, not really, that his whole plan, scheme, escapade turned into something that would completely crush your heart.

Affairs of the heart. That’s where this started. Because before a few days ago, you were unaware of your own feelings. Before a few days ago, you were unaware of any feelings towards him at all.

But that fateful moment - the one where you were sat with George in front of the fireplace, a half-drank bottle of firewhisky sitting between you, laughing and joking - was the one that changed everything.

You hadn’t even realised yourself, until Fred pointed it out to you the morning after, when he’d found you curled up by George’s side, empty firewhisky bottle laying on the floor in front of the couch, George’s arm around your waist, your face buried into his chest.

In Fred’s defence, he thought you knew. He thought you’d be aware of your own feelings.

How was he supposed to know that you didn’t know you were in love with his twin?

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“This is the year I reckon,” George announced to you as he collapsed onto the sofa beside you, throwing his legs over your thighs as he rested his back against the arm of the couch, his arms resting behind his neck, “She’s finally single, first time since second year. Now’s my chance!”

You popped a Bertie’s Every Flavour Bean into your mouth and closed the book you weren’t really paying attention to, before dropping it on the table in front of the couch, “And how long have you liked her again?”

George blinked at the way you raised an eyebrow at him and sat up a little, “Since I found out she was single again.” At your pointed look, he shot you a grin, “Nah, since before the summer. Point is, I reckon I could really like this girl.”

“Poor love, having you snivelling around her all the time. I wonder how she’ll cope,” you grinned back, throwing one of the jelly beans at his head.

“Well you seem to cope just fine,” he retorted, batting another jelly bean away from his head.

“That’s just because I’m desensitised to you by now.”

“Is that so?” George asked with a raised eyebrow, a grin etched onto his face as he sat up properly, leaning a little closer to you. You turned your head to face him, meeting his stare as you nodded, “Course, how else would I have put up with you so long?”

He leant further forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Willingly, because you love me, stupid.”

You nudged him, making him laugh as he went back to lying down comfortably, “Yeah, yeah.”

You watched a few first years clamber through the portrait hole, laughing to each other as they made their way through the common room, an absent-minded smile gracing your lips as you recalled being the same in your first year with your friends.

“How do you reckon I should ask her out?” George’s voice brought you away from your reminiscing as you looked over at him, “She deserves something amazing, something no other guy will have thought of for her.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing this would be the topic of conversation for the rest of the evening, but nevertheless gestured for him to continue on. “I wanna go all out if she���s gonna turn out to be everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl,” George finished, a dreamy, faraway look crossing his features.

Reaching into the box of jelly beans, you grabbed a handful and threw them at him, ignoring his indignant “hey!” as you replied pointedly, “Don’t go mistaking paradise for a pair of long legs.”

Because truthfully, that was why a lot of guys were interested in Kiara. She was smart - being a Ravenclaw and all - surprisingly funny, and, as far as you knew, was really kind too. Not that this mattered to many of the boys in your year (and the years above and below), apparently, because she was also beautiful, with long, glossy brown hair, perfect doll-like features and, yes, long, lean legs.

“That’s not why I like her,” George insisted, grabbing one of the jelly beans that had fallen onto his lap and throwing it back at you, laughing as it hit you on the forehead. You playfully glared at him, rubbing your forehead in mock-hurt.

“Sure it’s not, stupid,” you replied, using his minor insult from before. “Ohhh, I’m the stupid one now, am I?” He scoffed, though the smile on his face told you he wasn’t offended in the slightest, “Now you’re in for it.”

He moved his legs off you and poked your sides, knowing you were ticklish, making you laugh out and push him away, “George, stop!”

“Take it back then, love. Say I’m the smartest wizard you know,” he grinned, continuing his minor tickling assault, making you move away from him so abruptly that you fell off the couch and onto the carpeted floor, bringing him down on top of you.

“Ouch- never! You are stupid, stupid!” You laughed, laying on the floor as you tried to catch your breath, George’s hands either side of your head, holding his weight up above you.

Both of your laughter faded a little and you found yourself staring into his brown eyes, his face barely centimetres from your own. You could have almost sworn that he started moving closer - though maybe it was your imagination - before he rolled away and lay beside you on the floor, his hand brushing yours.

“You’ll help me right?” He asked after a moment. You turned your head to look at him, taking in his side profile as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I’ll help you what?”

“Get a date with her,” he said as if it were obvious, turning his head to meet your gaze. You shot him a smile, “You’re George Weasley. You could get a date with anyone you wanted.”

“Just not you, right?” He turned onto his side, resting on his elbow as he looked down at you. You shook your head with a laugh, “Yeah well, I don’t count. I’m not just anyone.”

The smile he gave you made your heart beat a little faster, “You’re right about that.”

***

“All I’m saying is, is it such a bad idea if you just, I don’t know, asked her out simply? By using words? I really don’t think you need to wax poetic, or write her a bloody song to ask her out,” you shook your head in despair at the nerve-wracked boy sat across from you in the Great Hall.

“I can’t just ask her out,” George replied in a horrified voice, “What if she thinks I’ve not put enough effort into it and rejects me?”

“Trust me, Georgie, if she’s going to reject you, it won’t be because of the way you asked her out, I can guarantee that. It’ll be because you’re annoying, or because you smell, or, and I can’t stress this enough, because of your below-average skills in potions,” you laughed at his unimpressed look, taking the opportunity to grab a slice of toast off his plate.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend, you know,” he grumbled, waving his fork at you. “Yes,” you replied, “And as your best friend, I say to just ask her out. Look, joking aside, you’re a great guy, George. She’d be lucky to have you.”

He nodded, smiling gratefully at you as he reached forward and grabbed your hand to give it a squeeze, “Okay, I’ll trust you on this one. I’ll just... ask her out. How difficult could it be?”

Turns out, extremely difficult. You felt second hand embarrassment as you watched George head over to the Ravenclaw table, to where Kiara was sitting, wincing as he nearly dropped a goblet of pumpkin juice over her.

“Who’re you watching?” A voice said from beside you, making you jump. Fred laughed as you rolled your eyes at him, before replying, “For your information, I’m watching your brother ask Kiara on a date.”

“Wait, he’s asking another girl on a date?” Fred frowned, his eyes darting from George, who was currently speaking to Kiara, his cheeks reddening as she touched his shoulder and laughed, to your confused expression as you looked up at the older twin. “Yes?” You replied, bemused, “Why?”

“Does it not... bother you?” He asked gently. You laughed, “Why would it?”

And as you watched Kiara throw her arms around George’s neck, his hands coming to hold her waist, you swallowed thickly, before shaking your head at the odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Why would it bother you?

You forced a smile onto your face as George made his way back to his original seat, a smug grin adorning his features. “Well?” You asked, rather redundantly as you had seen the whole thing yourself.

“She said yes,” he replied excitedly, picking up his fork and popping some bacon into his mouth. “I told you!” You grinned at him, though you pushed your own plate away, no longer hungry.

“Attaboy, Georgie!” Fred congratulated his twin, “When’s the date?”

“This Saturday, at The Three Broomsticks,” the younger twin replied. You zoned out of the chatter on the table about this newest revelation, feeling your heart plummet at George’s words, though you couldn’t place your finger on why.

George was your best friend, you should be happy for him... right?

***

Saturday arrived quicker than you wanted, after a week of tedious lessons, and a bombardment of questions over what George should do on his date.

You watched him pull out two different jumpers, holding each one up at a time and looking at you expectedly. Tilting your head to the side, you pointed to the red one, “Was always my favourite one.”

“Red it is,” he nodded, throwing the other jumper onto his bed as he held the red jumper out to you for you to hold. Without warning, he pulled the t shirt he was currently wearing off, leaving his toned torso on show as he dropped said t shirt onto the floor and held his hand out for the jumper.

You handed it to him, gulping a little as you forced yourself not to stare at his abs. It was no secret the George was good looking - you’d always known it - but knowing and seeing were two different things. Being a Beater had done tremendous things to his body, you noted.

“Do you reckon I should bring her flowers?” George asked you, looking at you through the reflection of his mirror as he messed his hair up a little.

“Couldn’t hurt,” you shrugged, sending him a half-hearted smile as you grabbed your wand, muttering ‘orchideous’ and handing him the bouquet that was produced.

He thanked you, before taking a deep breath, “Well, what do you reckon?”

The smile that spread across your face this time was genuine, a soft look in your eye as you replied, “You look great, Georgie. Now go get her!”

He shot you one last grin, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before heading out of his dorm, leaving you alone. You picked up the t shirt he’d dropped, folding it and placing it at the end of his bed, before grabbing the jumper he’d discarded.

You took a breath before deciding to put the jumper on, relishing in the smell of George’s aftershave as you pulled it over your head, before rolling up the sleeves and heading out of the dorm.

***

“How many dates has it been now, three? Four?” You asked, wrapping your coat further around yourself as you trudged through the thick snow of Hogsmeade, passing by a couple of cute shops.

“The Yule Ball will be the fifth.”

You froze at the mention of the Ball. Somehow you’d assumed you’d be going with George - you didn’t even think about the fact that he’d have a girlfriend he could take, “Oh! So you um, asked Kiara to the Ball then?”

“Last night,” George bit his lip as he smiled, “Can’t wait!”

Your stomach clenched and mind raced, eyebrows furrowing as you realised you now had just under a week and half to find a date to the Ball - if anyone was still available, that was. You thought about every single eligible boy you knew of, wondering if you had the courage to even ask any of them, before you were pulled from your thoughts by George’s voice.

“I wanna buy her something for Christmas, what do you reckon?” George asked, picking at a strand coming off his woollen hat before placing it back onto his head.

“I don’t really know the girl,” you said truthfully, forcing yourself to stop thinking about George and Kiara dancing and him holding her all night, “I assume you’d have better judgment.”

He nodded over to a small shop on your left, one that you’d passed by many times but never had the chance to look in.

“The jewellery shop?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the door, “Let’s just have a look, yeah?”

The bell chimed as you stepped inside and you instantly became enamoured with the little shop, rows of glass cases showing off sparkly pieces of jewellery and adornments. Most, you noticed quickly, were much too expensive for you - and by default, much too expensive for George, too.

“Are you sure about something from in here?” You asked, staring down at a ring adorned with sapphires, “These are pretty pricey.”

“They might be, but she deserves it. Besides, gotta prove I’m better than all the guys that want to date her, right?” George replied from across the shop.

“Georgie,” you looked over at him with a pointed look, “I can promise you are better than all the other guys.”

“No harm in making sure.”

You gave up arguing, knowing he wouldn’t listen anyway, your eyes taking in the beautiful products, before your focus was taken by a rather stunning necklace. Stepping over to it for a closer look, you breathed out in shock at the price, but nevertheless knew you were in love with the chain, a little pendant surrounded by crystals displayed at the centre.

“What’ve you seen?” George spoke, suddenly standing behind you and leaning over your shoulder.

You pointed at the necklace, “Someday, I’m gonna buy that one.”

George glanced down at the look on your face and grinned to himself, “Someday, I’ll buy that one for you.” You turned to look at him, shaking your head in amusement, “You need to choose something for your girlfriend before you start promising me presents.”

“What’s the fun in that?” George laughed as you both left the shop.

You sat beside George on the couch later that night, resting your head on his shoulder as you shared a bottle of firewhisky between you.

“It was not!” You screeched, your laugh echoing through the empty common room as you nudged the ginger boy, making him laugh along with you. “It absolutely was,” he insisted, grinning before taking a sip of the firewhisky, taking in the sight of you looking so happy, and realising your laugh was one of his favourite sounds, “You were the one who wanted to sneak food from the kitchens, so it was your fault we got caught!”

You shook your head, “It was you tripping into that metal armour. All that noise when the bloody head fell off.”

“You pushed me, stupid!” George scolded indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

“I shoved you,” you corrected, laughing as George playfully nudged you, causing you to nudge him back, and soon you were play fighting on the couch.

He, once again, was above you, almost pinning you to the couch as he looked down at you, and it was only then that you realised just how inebriated you both were, the empty firewhisky bottle having fallen onto the floor.

George’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, “You know I love you, right?”

You smiled softly up at him, arms around his neck as you nodded, somehow feeling like those words had more weight to them than usual. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, you replied, “Of course, Georgie.”

Morning arrived quickly, much to your dismay, and you were woken abruptly by the sound of heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs. You couldn’t bring yourself to move to see who it was, too comfortable with your head resting on George’s chest, his arm securely around your waist, but luckily for you, said culprit of the noise came right by your line of sight, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well what do we have here?” Fred cooed, rocking back and forth as he looked at you curled up in his twin’s arms. “Me and George falling asleep after drinking maybe a tad too much?” You replied as if it were obvious.

“You look awfully cosy,” he grinned, “But then, I suppose I would too if I was cuddling someone I was in love with.”

You felt like your heart stopped and you nearly choked on air, “Wait wait wait, someone I what?!”

“‘Someone I was in love with’?” Fred repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes at you, “You do know... right?”

At your blank expression, Fred raised an eyebrow, “You do know you’re in love with George... right?”

“I’m not in love with-“ You paused as you thought back over the years of your friendship. You’d never really thought about it before - never really had to. But you treated George differently to any other friend you had. No one could make you laugh like he could, or make you feel as protected and safe as he did. And no one ever made you feel like you were flying, like he did.

“Oh Godric... I’m in love with George!” You whisper-shouted, a hand coming to cover your mouth as the realisation dawned on you.

Fred nodded, “I didn’t know that you didn’t know.”

“That’s why you asked me if it bothered me when he asked out Kiara, isn’t it?” You suddenly realised, gulping harshly.

Fred nodded again, though a tad more hesitantly than before, “Hey, but listen- I really think he feels the same, if it makes you feel any better! He just doesn’t know it either.”

You moved out of George’s grasp and stood up, pressing your lips together as you looked at Fred, “He’s got a girlfriend, who he’s taking to the Yule Ball and who he adores and they’re probably gonna get married and have kids and I’m going to be alone forever!”

“Hey, that’s not- that won’t happen,” Fred replied, his gaze softening as he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and stroking your back comfortingly.

“He loves you, I know it. And he knows it too. He just doesn’t know that he knows it.”

***

Ever since your realisation in the early morning, you’d tried your best to act normal around George. It wasn’t easy, and you felt that maybe you were being a little more distant than usual, however you quickly pushed that thought aside as you noticed George being equally - if not more - distant, sitting at the end of the table beside Fred, Kiara on his other side as he whispered things in her ear, making her laugh.

You felt a pang of hurt, one that got worse the longer you stared at them, watching as they kissed, as George stared at her lovingly, as he pushed her long, brown, stupidly perfect hair behind her ear and making her blush.

Sitting on the opposite side of the table, you made yourself look away, instead immersing yourself in the conversation Ron and Harry were having about the Yule Ball.

“This is mad, at this rate we’ll be the only ones in our year without dates!” Ron hissed at Harry as you were all sat in the Great Hall, supposedly studying. You hid a laugh as Snape walked past and pushed his head.

“Well, us and Neville,” he continued with a small laugh. Harry leant over to him, “Yeah but then again, he can take himself.”

“It might interest you to know that Neville has already got someone,” Hermione interrupted their laughing with a frown.

Ron sighed, catching your gaze as you laughed at him - which made him sigh again, “Now I’m really depressed.”

You observed from the other side of the table as Fred threw a piece of parchment over to his younger brother, winking at you when he noticed you watching, as Ron frowned at the words on the page.

Ron handed the parchment back, glancing around to avoid Snape and whispered, “Who are you going with then?”

Fred grabbed the parchment and crumpled it up into a ball, before throwing it at you, the paper bouncing off your shoulder. You looked down at the paper, before meeting Fred’s gaze with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned at you, before miming the Ball, nodding over at you. You rolled your eyes, glancing round for Snape before throwing the parchment back at him, hitting him square in the face and causing half the table to hid their faces as they laughed.

“Well?” He asked, seemingly unfazed by the parchment that was now resting at his feet.

“Yeah, go on then, I suppose,” you whispered, shaking your head at him as he winked at Ron. When all the attention went back to school work, you caught Fred’s gaze again and smiled thankfully.

He saluted playfully, making you laugh, neither one of you noticing George’s frown and clenched fists beside him.

***

You hadn’t seen much of George since Fred had asked you to the Ball, him being too busy spending practically all of his time with Kiara.

It hurt, you had to admit, that he was constantly choosing her over you. Though you assumed it was only natural, what with Kiara being his first proper girlfriend.

Didn’t mean it hurt any less. And the fact you were so used to having George to yourself didn’t help - sometimes turning to ask him something, and then realising he’s not there.

He’d moved seats in class to sit by Kiara, meaning in some classes you were sat with whoever happened to be her previous partner, which therefore meant you were forced to watch as the boy you loved flirted with another girl, his hands constantly on her waist, sneaking kisses when the professor wasn’t looking, and, more often than not, simply not even acknowledging your existence, not even saying a simple ‘hello’.

In other classes you were sat by Fred, who, by all accounts, was actually a pretty good partner, being able to make you laugh and distract you from the show that tore your heart every time you saw it.

In fact, Fred had pretty much mastered exactly how to make you laugh until you cried, his aim in most lessons now, as he hated how sad you were because of his twin.

You were both giggling in the back of the classroom at something he’d said when McGonagall had pointed it out, asking you both to “Please quieten down.”

You bit your lip to muffle your laughing as Fred looked down at you, just happy he could make his friend smile when he knew how much you were hurting.

Much to the dislike of a certain redhead towards the front of the room, who immediately frowned every time he heard your laugh, knowing he wasn’t the one causing it, but his older twin.

His twin who was taking you to the Yule Ball.

George clenched his jaw as he heard you whispering something to Fred, barely being able to focus on anything else.

He knew you and Fred were friends, but since when were you both that close?

***

By the time the Yule Ball arrived, you and George were barely speaking at all. You’d cried about it more times than you’d like to admit, but you had decided that tonight, at the Ball, you would make it a night to remember, not wanting to mope and ruin Fred’s night since he had asked you pretty much as a favour - despite the amount of times he’d insisted he wanted to ask you, you knew he fancied Angelina Johnson, and had things played out differently, you were sure she’d have been the one he’d thrown the parchment at in the hall that day, not you.

Either way, when you’d made your way down the steps to the Great Hall, your dress swirling around you, hair and makeup perfect, Fred made a huge deal of wolf-whistling and complimenting you.

“Well aren’t you bloody gorgeous,” he grinned, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it, “I am one lucky guy.”

“You clean up pretty good too, Weasley,” you grinned, reaching up to straighten out his tie.

George scowled as he watched you with Fred, hating you being in such proximity to his brother, hands clenching and knuckles turning white as he watched Fred kiss the back of your hand. He had to force himself not to run over and shove Fred’s hands away from your waist, as he guided you off to the Hall. He was so distracted by firstly how stunning you looked, and secondly by how forward his brother was being, that he barely even noticed when Kiara had arrived by his side, until she nudged him a little and he forced out a smile.

He complimented the brunette girl, guiding her into the Hall as his hand reached into his pocket, brushing over a box to make sure it was still there.

Fred had been the perfect date all evening. He was a gentlemen - besides the occasional flirty comment - and insisted on staying by your side and dancing, even when you tried to usher him to ask Angelina to dance.

He was just about to give into your insistence with a laugh, when he noticed your expression changed as your attention was taken from him to whatever was going on behind him.

He cursed under his breath as he watched George hold out a small black box to Kiara, who had a huge smile on her face as she took the lid off. She pulled out a necklace, bringing George into a hug immediately, pressing kisses to his face.

Fred stood in front of your view of them, taking your hands in his, “Y/n... I’m sorry. He’s an idiot- he doesn’t know he’s got such a good thing, and wouldn’t know it if you punched him in the face - which, for the record, I think you should do.”

You wiped a stray tear from your eye, forcing yourself not to cry, “He gave her the necklace.”

“I know. I know, but he-“

“No Fred,” you interrupted gently, “He gave her the necklace. That necklace is one I saw when we were in Hogsmeade, and I said I wanted it. He-He even said he’d buy it for me one day! Not that I’d let him but- He bought it for her.”

Fred’s gaze softened, his heart breaking at the sight of your sad face, wrapping his arms around you and swaying a little to the music absent-mindedly.

“I’m sorry,” Fred whispered in your ear. You nodded, leaning against his shoulder, “Not your fault your brother is stupid.”

The song that was playing ended, and Fred grabbed your hand, leading you over to the table where the food and drinks were, pouring you a glass and offering it out to you. You took it gratefully, thanking him before taking a sip.

“Didn’t know you two were that close,” a voice came from behind you. A voice you knew well, one you could pick out anywhere. Fred reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, as you placed your glass down, nodding at him before turning around.

“Fred and I have always been good friends. I do have friends, other than you, you know. Which is a good job, considering you’ve been so distant with me,” you replied, focusing on keeping your voice level, rather than on the fact that he’d just given your necklace to his girlfriend.

George felt himself get angry as he noticed yours and Fred’s intertwined hands, swallowing harshly and shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.

“You know I’ve been trying to impress Kiara, being in a relationship takes up time. Not that you’d know, but I thought you’d understand. Didn’t think you’d replace me that quickly,” George retaliated in the midst of his anger, only being able to focus on you and Fred, and how close you were.

“Replaced you?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “You barely even say hello to me! So yes, I turned to a friend so I wasn’t alone. You’re the one who replaced me! And you gave her the necklace, George. The necklace you knew I wanted. You gave it to her.”

Not waiting for a response, you shot an apologetic glance towards Fred before rushing out of the Hall, suddenly needing some fresh air.

“Look what you did now!” Fred almost growled, before storming out after you, in an attempt to find you.

George took a shaky breath, cursing as he watched the two most important people to him leave.

“George?” A soft voice spoke from beside him.

“Kiara?”

The brunette girl smiled, pressing her lips together as she looked at the ginger, “I um... I think we should break up.”

George frowned, though he was surprised to find he didn’t feel too badly about what she’d said.

The girl held out a black box and placed it into George’s hands, “This should be hers. It’s more her style than mine, I think you know that too.”

The redhead hesitated, unsure of what to say in this situation, “Look, Kiara, I’m sorry-“

“She likes you,” Kiara interrupted him, grinning despite the situation.

“She doesn’t-“

“She does. And you like her. Now go find her.”

With one last hug, and another muttered apology, he nodded determinedly at her, and ran off in the direction of his brother and, he realised now, the girl he truly loved.

***

“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“It’s okay, I promise. It was always bound to happen right? I was always destined to fall for him, whilst he fell for her. Even if you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve realised. I’m- I’m so stupid, aren’t I? Falling for my best friend,” you let out a broken sob.

“You’re not stupid.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swallowed back another sob as you turned around slowly, your eyes catching George’s gaze.

He stood, hair messy as if he’d raked his hands through it a few too many times, tie askew and shirt almost untucked in his haste to run and find you. He felt his heart clench, knowing he was the one to make you feel like this, and stepped forward reaching a hand out towards you as you blinked back tears, allowing him to bring you into his arms as you finally let the tears fall.

You knew you shouldn’t, that you should leave to your dorm, but being in George’s arms had always made you feel safe, made you feel protected.

More tears fell as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, muttering over and over again how sorry he was. How he was a fool, a git, a complete idiot.

You finally calmed down a little, looking around the empty hallway, not being sure exactly when Fred had disappeared but thankful for the privacy.

You wiped away the last of your tears, cursing mentally as you realise your makeup would be a mess - if the state of George’s shirt was anything to go by.

“Kiara told me you like- I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he breathed out, a hand cupping your cheek as you blinked up at him.

“Yeah well, you’re stupid. I always knew you were stupid,” you replied with a sad laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked with a frown, his hands moving to hold your waist.

“You never asked. And then you-you got a girlfriend. What was I supposed to do?” You asked quietly.

“I’m in love with you,” George said suddenly, earnestly, genuinely as he held you against him.

“Not Kiara?”

He shook his head quickly, “She knew I liked you before I knew I liked you. Maybe I am stupid.”

“Maybe you are,” you let out a watery laugh, looking away from his gaze.

George suddenly reached into his pocket and brought out a familiar box, “This is yours. I don’t know what I was thinking, giving it to her. It’s yours - it’s always been yours.”

He opened the box, taking out the necklace you loved so much, and offering you a sheepish smile, “It’s not a good enough apology, I know. But I’m hoping it’s a start.”

He gently turned you around, placing the necklace around your neck, you shivering at the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, before turning you back around to face him, this time much closer than before, his forehead resting against yours.

“So, and correct me if I’m wrong,” he spoke as he leant forward a little more, his lips almost touching yours, “Does this mean that I like you and you like me and we both don’t think of each other as friends?”

You nodded a little, offering him a soft smile, “I don’t want to be friends, George,” you whispered just as his lips brushed your own, “I wanna be yours.”

[binniesthighs]

hello stranger | reader x changbin |

this drabble was inspired by binnie’s outfit from the hello stranger vid and oh also! we are finally getting changbin’s thighs on this acct dedicated to them teehee

Part 1

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, past reader x han jisung  

Genre: smut n’ a lil fluff 

Tags: (for this part) softdom!changbin, sub!reader, undergroundrapper!changbin, chan, felix and jisung side characters, hook-up, scraping knees & mentions of blood, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), gagging, protected sex, praise kink, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial and edging (f receiving), begging, fingering (f receiving), squirting, use of handcuffs, cockwarming at the end

Word count: 4.9k 

Chapters

PART 1 | PART 2 

gif creds to @iconicspearb​ ♡

2am, and you felt euphoric. Like a fucking cloud. Even though it was typical, there really were no other words that could describe it. Music was blasting on several speaks mounted to the walls and the ceiling. The bass was booming at such a low frequency you felt it reverberating in your chest--or maybe that was your heart. 

You had been shoved up against sweaty bodies for nearly four hours now, and your friends Chan and Felix hadn’t told you if they planned on leaving at any time soon. Not like you minded. Nothing felt better than a feeling like this. In a place like this, you could forget the rest of the world for a little bit; who you were and what you needed to do. The buzz in the room was infectious. Everyone in the room threw their bodies together, clashing in one big, beautiful mess. 

After four hours, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. Next to you, Chan and Felix were bouncing up and down with you, thrashing their heads to the rapid fire syllables spat by the rappers. Your ears would ring during every tiny moment of silence.  

“How much longer do you wanna stay for?!” Your scratched voice called to your friends. 

“SpearB hasn’t come on yet!! We have to see him!” 

“SpearB?!” 

The widest grin attacked Chan’s face, flashing his dimples. “Yeah! I heard that he’s insane!” 

Felix threw his arm over your shoulder to dance with him and the two of you fell into a rhythm, shouting over the lyrics of the rapper on stage: you had seen him dozens of times, Chan and him were even on a first name basis. 

You new his name too, but that was because you had plenty experience screaming it out for him...both at concerts and in private. Jisung was his name. He was the one that turned you on to fuck buddies. God, he was way too cocky for you to ever to consider anything else. 

He dished out out of his signature winks while he buried his teeth into his lip. 

You wondered if you would be going home with him again tonight. Not like you minded. The way that he would suck on your clit was unreal. 

“--THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT!” Jisung bellowed into the mic, leaping off some structure and launching himself into the air. 

You and your two friends cheered for him and clapped for him until your hands turned red. He was cocky...but he was sure as hell talented. 

“SpearB is coming next!!!” Felix shook your shoulders in his excitement. 

A couple stage hands changed around the stage a little bit by moving around a couple speakers, adding a smoke machine, setting out a new computer at the little table in center stage. 

“He-he’s gonna LIVE MIX ON THE STAGE” Chan’s eyes widened.

“He’s gonna what!?” There was almost nothing left of your voice. 

“JUST WAIT AND SEE.” 

The lights dimmed and Felix and Chan clung to your arms, nearly squeezing the life out of them.

If he was this of a big deal to them, he must be something special. 

He stepped out a black shadow, swirls of smoke at his feet. He hadn’t even said anything yet, but his aura was massive. The lights rose slightly so you could see his face better: smoky brown eyes, light brown hair that was nearly silver. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck, contrasting with the rest of his darkly colored clothes. Most of all, your eyes were drawn to his thighs, perfectly shaped and curved under his pants, toned and thick. On his fingers he wore bands of sliver rings. 

As soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, Chan and Felix lost their minds clawing at your arms. You had never seen the two of them so giddy. 

He didn’t even look at the audience at first, like they weren’t even there. With the tap of his fingers he started making a beat; it was piercing and catchy with snares and 808′s vibrating the room. He had a small keyboard next to him that he used, the silver glimmer from his rings reflected off the stage lights--they were nearly blinding. 

The crowd started moving to his beat which he sped up gradually creating a type of tension that you could only really describe like the mere seconds before a climax. 

He rose the mic to his mouth after licking his lips tantalizingly slow. He finally let himself look at the crowd. With the mic to his mouth, his eyes met yours, striking you with electricity. Even though his backing music was ridiculously fast, he sauntered to the front of the stage, not breaking with your gaze. This time you definitely knew it was your heart that was throbbing in your chest—not the music.

Chan and Felix were clawing onto you even harder, but you couldn’t feel a thing. 

He was fucking mesmerizing. 

He hadn’t even said a word. 

He crouched down to be eye level with you with his gaze still deathly fierce. Every single inch of him oozed with confidence and unbridled mystery. 

Almost like he was teasing you, he shot up and away, turning into his mic, his gruff voice growling over the start of his lyrics. 

He never looked at you again for the rest of the performance. You found yourself aching for his eyes on your body again, but he never gave it to you. 

No one had ever made you as soaked as he made you. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Aren’t you glad that we stayed, Y/n?” Chan nudged you hard once the three of you had left the club. 

The chill of the winter stung at the back of your sweaty neck wonderfully. It felt amazing compared to how stuffy it had been in there for the past several hours. 

“--how he looked at you?? Y/n, that was...” Felix laughed out a little in disbelief. 

You dig your hands further into your coat pockets. Just above you, tiny flakes of snow started to fall. You huffed out, your breath was wispy floating in the air. You were still getting over it all. How could he have looked at you like that and then pretended that you didn’t even exist? What kind of sick shit was that? 

Chan ran in front of you to skid on a patch of ice with child-like giggles. 

“You okay?” Felix asked, linking his arm through yours. He was always the best at reading you. 

“--yeah, it was just strange. There was something about him that...” 

“--I mean, he’s really hot. I’ll give him that.” 

You chuckled a little. “You think so too?” 

“I’d be blind if I didn’t think so.” 

“I don’t even know him...but why did he look at me like that...like he did?” 

“I dunno.” Felix shrugged. “We should catch up with Chan before he actually slips.” 

“Heh, you’re probably right.” 

“You just gonna head back home? It’s really late.” 

“Yeah, I’m super tired after all of that.” 

“Want one of us to walk you home?” 

You pondered for a minute, eyes cast up a little to the sky. The night had turned perfectly quiet during the early hours of the morning. Maybe a walk by yourself could do you some good. 

“I’m fine. Thanks for offering though.” 

“Text us when you get back?” Your friend gave your arm a little squeeze with a little worry dancing across his freckled cheeks. 

“Of course.” 

“Okay...don’t forget!” 

“I won’t!” You waved your friends away just as you reached the intersection separating your path from theirs. 

You sucked in a deep inhale, letting the cold air burn a little in your lungs. The sensation snapped you out of your yawn perfectly. It was just a few more blocks away and you knew the way well. Two rights, one left, two straight ahead. 

A blur started to cover your eyes and one more yawn escaped your lips. 

Or was it one right and two lefts? 

The street lights blurred into green and white lines. 

I should be there shouldn’t I? 

Behind you the horn honked, loud and shrill. 

You thought to yourself, what is someone doing honking so loud at night? 

“Watch out!!” A hand grabbed at your arm and jerked you back hard. 

You were definitely awake when your body crashed to the cement sidewalk knees first. A burning pain seethed at the skin of your knees. 

“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull that hard--” 

At first you saw your scraped knees, then you saw him...finally looking at you again. 

“What the hell are you doing walking into the middle of the street, didn’t you see the light?” 

“Are you fucking stalking me?” Was the first thing your brilliant brain could think to ask. 

He scoffed. “You’re welcome for saving your life? You were stumbling around... are you okay? Did you take something?” 

Before you knew it you were surrounded by him and his friends: inspecting you for any signs. 

“No, I am not on anything.” You hissed. “I just...I think that I’m tired an--wait...where are we?” 

“That tired huh?” He helped you to your feet, making you wince. “Shit, you’re bleeding.” His hand lingered on yours. 

“Oh. Yeah, it’s fine. Honestly it’s my own fault.” Your tone dropped. “I should have had one of them walk me home.” 

“--You need someone to walk you home?” 

“No, I got it, thanks. I’m just over that way.” You took two shaky steps forward, your knees immediately buckling in pain. 

“No-listen, my place is over there, I can help you get cleaned up--you’re not gonna find any taxis back to your place at this time of night.” 

“Are you luring me right now?” 

“What?! No!” 

You chuckled a little. It was a bit funny how different he was off stage compared to on. You almost forgot how embarrassingly soaked he had made you before. 

“Trust me.” He nodded to his friends and they split, leaving the two of you alone under the flurrying snow. “You coming?” 

You tentatively took his hand. Funny. This was kind of how it started with Jisung too. All of them were the fucking same. You pitied yourself for thinking that he would be any different. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Changbin, as he introduced himself, lived in a modest apartment with three roommates in a place with creaky floorboards and walls of painted over brick. He swore up and down that there was heating in there, but it didn’t feel like it. He kept very few things in his room save for some things that looked like synthesizers and a TV. The two of you had to tip-toe to his room. He warned you that nothing could be kept secret in that apartment. 

“Here, you should clean it first to get anything out of it. Then put this on it, you don’t wanna get infected or anything.” 

“oh. Thank you--” You reached out, but instead he knelt at the edge of the bed at your knees. He tore the whole in your tights even wider to start dabbing at your scratches. 

“Hey! What the--” 

“--They’re already torn. What’s the use in them now?” 

He got to work, being as careful as he could tending to you. His hands gently held your leg still. You watched as he did everything. Being this close again, you remembered. Those little silvery and wavy trellises of his hair...he really was gorgeous. 

Changbin’s hand smoothed down your calf once he was done, tickling you slightly. 

“All done. Better?” 

“Yeah...thank you.” You shied away. After seeing this other side of him you didn’t quite know what to think. 

“I’d love for you to stay but, seeing as you thought that I was luring you before--” 

“--Have I met you before?” 

“Me?” Changbin unclipped his earrings. “I don’t think so. But...that’s interesting. I was thinking the same thing earlier. There’s something about you that I recognize.” 

“--That’s why you looked at me like that?” 

“I looked at you like that, because I thought that you looked sexy.” 

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks. There was something especially hard to ignore about how gentle he had been with you before and how his eyes seemed to devour you now recalling the memory. It was...different. Maybe he wasn’t like all the rest of them. 

“I guess you must not think I still am if you’re trying to send me home.” You edged him on. It was undeniable how good it felt to have him give you his undivided attention. 

“I’m sending you home because it’s the respectful thing to do.” 

“That’s honorable.” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You want me to continue being respectful?” 

“Do you want to be?” 

Changbin paced the length of his room, cradling his neck up. “Stop playing fucking games and tell me what it is you want.” 

You thought that him performing was enough to send you over. Seeing him mad was something entirely different. You knew exactly what you wanted; what your body wanted.  

You narrowed your eyes. “Obviously. I want you.” 

You saw it in his eyes first. It was like the first spark of a flame right before he was set ablaze. All you had to do was say it. 

He tore his jacket off and launched himself on top of you, crashing his lips needily into yours. His mouth was addictive, perfectly soft, but running over yours roughly over and over. He kissed you, starving, breathing exhales into your mouth. He wasted no time meeting his tongue with yours, twisting around it slowly, forcing you to slow your pace. He gave you everything at once, then slowly started taking it away again. Changbin sucked on your bottom lip slightly, then pulled. He returned, kissing you again agonizingly slow. He let his hands cascade down your sides, sliding them up your shirt. Further down, he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing in and issuing a little whimper from you. 

“I like to take things slowly...I hope you don’t mind.” He kissed down your jaw to your neck, taking care of the skin he craved here. He pressed harder with his leg. 

You cried out before grinding your hips into his thigh hopelessly seeking some kind of pleasure. When you did so, the friction of your clit was just enough. 

“So fucking needy.” His warm breath spilled into your ear. “You just can’t wait to have me, can you? Can’t wait to have me filling you up, fucking you deep inside, stretching you out...just like you want to?” He painted more kisses into your neck. “You’re not getting it yet. Not until I say so.” 

“Please...” You felt pathetic grinding on him so hard, but you couldn’t stop, not when it felt so good. 

“Awww.” He tutted. “Feels good doesn’t it?” 

“Mmmm...” You dug your fingers into his arms to pull yourself even closer to him.

He scoffed out a laugh and moved himself off of you. “Quit doing my job for me.” He smirked, then reached down to your legs where he coursed his hands up your inner thighs right where you were most delicate. His fingers reached your throbbing and drenched pussy properly wet through your panties from grinding on him. He ghosted over your clit, letting his fingers fall up and down just slightly, never giving you the satisfaction. Your whole body jerked just for him. Wordlessly, he tore a hole again with one continuous rip. 

“fuck. You’re so wet for me.” He wondered at your body. There he was, looking at you as he had done before. His thumb permitted you a couple soft circles to your clit as you helplessly grinded into his hand. His hands looked beautiful teasing your pussy with his silver rings.

“I’ve got something special I wanna use on you.” Changbin rubbed down harder with one hand and drew a pair of shiny metal handcuffs from his beside with the other. “Pretty right?” He twisted them around.

Seeing them instantly made your whole core cry out in desire for him even more. 

“Can I?”

You nodded quickly and even provided for him your wrists. As expected they bit with a cold, but how they made you feel...so helpless and usable was euphoric. Changbin rose your arms above your head, then removed the remains of your tights, skirt and underwear. By contrast, he was still completely clothed, but you could see his dick, hard and swelling with girth, pressing up against his pants. 

His hands explored all over your legs while you squirmed. The touch of his skin on yours was hypnotic. You had already felt his fingers, so you figured he wouldn’t let you feel them again soon. He drew little scribbles into your skin, sometimes pressing hard, grabbing at you in greedy handfuls. 

“You’re so gorgeous Y/n, so pretty for me, so pretty tied up and squirming. You’re such a good girl...I’m gonna make you cum harder than you can even imagine.”

Your little whimpers came out along with a string of explicatives while he teased at you relentlessly, still not going to touch your clit again. Your hands trashed together a little in the cuffs, the cold digging into you. You couldn’t do anything about it. Your hips writhed when his fingers traced up to your belly, then up to your nipples to pinch at them until they were painfully hard. Your whole body craved him so badly everywhere. 

“fuck--please stop, please--” you panted out, “touch me.” 

Back down again went his hands, and you watched as he devilishly smiled at his work. “I said, not until I say so.” Suddenly his fingers slid right into your pussy with ease. He had tricked you. You nearly screamed at the feeling if he had not slapped his hand over your mouth. “be fucking quiet.”

Changbin pumped in and out at his favored slow pace, curling his fingers up perfectly to rub at your g-spot. Your hands were still useless, so you bit down hard on your lip to keep your moans from escaping. 

“You like it this way don’t you? You’re taking my fingers so good, beautiful. Keep being a good girl and I’ll let you cum okay?”

“Mmm-yes, please.” Your words were breathy.

He moved on to fucking you with his fingers relentlessly. He would switch between pumping you full to then pulling out and robbing you of all feeling. As soon as he could sense your walls tightening, he would pull out, eyes greedily watching as you would fall apart from his edging. 

Your body betrayed you while you were being cruelly teased and your mind went blank as he brought you back and fourth each time. A tension deep down inside you built every time he would curl his fingers--any moment you knew that you could explode if he could only just let you. You even considered letting your hands fall to rub your needy clit yourself, but you had more than enough of punishing. 

“You’re doing so well.” Changbin soothed you at last. “Do you wanna cum for me?” 

“Yes.” You sighed out with utter exhaustion. 

“Alright. You deserve it.” He kissed into the skin right under your bellybutton where your shirt had tucked up a little. 

Finally he rammed his thumb against your clit to give it simulation as he continued fucking into you with his fingers, giving careful attention to your sensitive bud as he wiggled his fingers with speed. The metal on his fingers grazed you too inside, and you felt yourself tightening around him once again. That same tension gathered low and it was so intense and unfamiliar that it scared you. Your back arched as you felt it getting closer..closer...

You cried out, “Changbin, I--” 

“Just let it all go, babygirl.” He spread out your legs farther. 

You came with such ferocity that you felt lightheaded: you squirted hard with your release. It took every ounce of your will not to make a sound, only letting shallow gasps escape. Changbin removed his fingers as you came, rubbing your clit as you did, giving it a couple slaps where it was swollen. Tears fell down the sides of your face as your whole body shook with each release and your hips buckled together. 

Changbin laughed out in awe at the shaking mess in front of him. You felt your whole body flush with heat, and you couldn’t bear to look at him--you had never done anything like that before in your whole life. In fact you didn’t really know what it was. You hid your flustered face under your arms. 

“Fuck, that was so fucking hot.” You heard him chuckle. “Why are you hiding? Hey, come back--” 

He jingled with the keys and let your wrists free, which were also throbbing with a bit of pain. He kissed both of them one after the other. 

“Are you okay?” 

You let yourself look at him and you noticed that his shirt was splattered wet from droplets of your liquids. 

“Fuck--I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was--” 

He laughed softly then crawled over you again. His hands ran up and down your body still in aftershocks. “You don’t have to apologize.” He pressed his lips into yours. “I’m guessing that was your first time squirting, huh?” 

“I-I think so.” 

“Did it feel good?” 

“It felt...so good.” 

“I fulfilled my promise then didn’t I?” He caressed the sides of your face to give you even more careful kisses; they weren’t needy anymore, but this time more caring and passionate. Hell, he didn’t even know you but he kissed you like he loved you. 

“You want me to do you now?” 

“Not yet, you’re still coming down, I don’t wanna ruin this for you.” 

“ ‘Kay.” This time you were the one to lean in to keep kissing him. His lips curled into a smile against yours. 

Changbin unbuttoned your cropped shirt, then took off his all of his clothes after. He laid down next to you, both of you completely bare and the warmth of his mouth found yours once again. Maybe it was just because you had just cum because of him, but the sense of closeness that you felt to him made you feel impossibly safe. You could have kissed him like this forever. 

“You’re perfect.” He whispered onto your lips between kisses. 

You slung one of your legs over his hips and his member twitched on your stomach. You had come down enough. 

“My turn now?” 

“I wouldn’t object to that.” He grinned. 

The bed sheets crinkled a little as you descended farther down the bed and he sat his back against the wall. You got your first proper chance to look at his full length: veiny and perfectly thick, dripping just a little with pre-cum. You could only imagine what it would feel like inside you. Changbin’s eyes followed as you wrapped your hand around him and teased the tip with your pointer finger. You licked fat strokes up and down the sides, feeling him hardening even more. The saliva gathered in your mouth seeing the head grow redder and redder. His chest shook with a broken sigh. You gave him one teasing squeeze that made him wince beautifully. 

“Keep going.” He commanded, raking his fingers through your hair and gripping there. 

“I don't need you to tell me that.” You hushed and flicked the tip of your tongue over his tip. 

After he got to do all of his teasing, how come you didn’t get to do some too? 

“Don’t make me make you.” He growled. 

“Ooo scary.” 

Your hand began to pump him and he relaxed, exhaling out with the trailing of his voice hiding his soft moans. Your free hand dug into the skin of his thigh, letting the sharp of your nails pepper little pink crescents. They were so perfect, you rewarded them with kisses and little bites while your hand kept pumping. Changbin’s fingers dug into your scalp needily. 

He hissed out, “Give me your mouth.” 

A surge of confidence swelled within you knowing he was completely in your control. “You aren’t even going to say please?” 

“I don’t say please.” 

“Then maybe I won’t suck you off then?” 

A flash of betrayal ran across his smoky eyes. “What?!” 

“Fine. I won’t make you say it.” You smirked and took him in generously, deeply, pushing down your tongue and taking him down your throat. You were just a little too ambitious: his length made you gag, but you swallowed down the reflex. Changbin’s head fell back and hit the wall. 

“fuck yes.” The words escaped his tongue. 

You grabbed at him and squeezed, hard, twisting him and flicking your wrist with each turn. He was delightfully hard in your mouth, and with each step closer he gasped out faster and faster. Your head bopped in your rhythm, still taking him in deeper with each move, chasing gags away just as fast as you got a new one. You would stop for a few seconds to let him quiver in your hand and he would groan out once your warmth disappeared. 

“Not-not yet,” He gasped out and squirmed, then pushed you lightly off of him. He scrambled over to the beside again, throwing the drawer open and finding a condom which he tore open with his teeth, then impatiently rolled it over his pink length. He threw his body off the bed, grabbing at your hips to align you with the edge of the bed and situating himself between your legs. He was just as impatient when he took some lube into his hand to rub over his dick curled against his stomach. Changbin coaxed his dick into your opening, leaning down over your body with forearms resting on both sides of your head. Once the two of you were connected, you both let out sighs with the feeling consuming you. He filled you up so wholly, so deeply, it even hurt just a little bit, kind of like the first time. 

“Baby you’re so tight.” He thrust in slow at first, exactly how he liked it. It felt fucking amazing when he stretched you out grinding his hips even in little to let your clit feel the sensation as well. He attached his lips with yours to lend them his warmth. Your arms latched around his neck and your legs around his waist as you pulled him in even closer. The heat from his sweating chest emanated on you. He started to pick up his pace, giving your g-spot attention again as he angled himself above you. 

The two of you sucked in each other’s air as it lasted between your lips for only a few seconds. You moaned directly into his mouth hoping that it was enough to muffle the sound and he returned back with his own arousal spilling all over you and sticking on your tongue. 

Changbin pulled away to shove your legs together and press against his torso, making you even tighter. He shut his eyes upon feeling it, focusing on nothing else but his thrusts. His forehead gathered with little beads of sweat and one fell down his brow. 

His name flew off of your mouth naturally as he fucked into you, and your second orgasm pooled. His toned arms flexed from where he grabbed onto the bed and he choked out little airy gasps before announcing that he was about to cum. 

“Cum inside me baby, fill me up...I’m all yours.” 

Upon hearing your words, he set himself loose, pounding into you with astonishing speed doubling over you as he came, leaving himself inside to throb against your walls. There was something so primal inside of you that craved to feel his cum inside of you knowing that he wanted you, that he desired you and that you could unscrew him until he was vulnerable like this, all for you. 

“Can we...stay like this for a little while?” 

He chuckled a bit, and swept a few strands of your hair off of your face. 

“You like how it feels like this then?” 

“...yes.” 

“Okay beautiful. Anything that you like, can I come back up first? Kinda hard to do it like this.” 

You nodded and let himself get situated sitting on the bed, resting himself against the wall once more. Your bodies shivered as you sat back down on his softening dick, but it was the feeling of being connected to him that you craved. He traced his fingers up and down your back, his eyes full of admiration. 

“You’re perfect.” He echoed. 

“You hardly even know me.” Your fingers twirled his curly hair. 

“You’re perfect.” 

“Thank you...and...thank you for making me feel so good.” 

“My pleasure,” He laughed out the words, “And yours too I guess.” 

“Very funny.” 

There he was, looking at you again like that. Like he loved you. He didn’t even know you. He didn’t know that things you had done; who you were. 

“I’d like to get to know you though. If you’ll let me.” 

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AHHHH so writing this I kinda fell in love with the potential for this plot, esp with the stuff with the readers history with Jisung???? SHould I make this a series???? Softdom!bin romancing us?? Let me knowwwww

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Marcus Moreno NSFW Alphabet

Not my GIF

A/N: You know I had to write one for this boy. It would be wrong not too. As with the others, these are just my interpretations of his character and may differ to yours, but please be respectful of others’ views. Hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: smut

Warnings: fem!hero!reader, mentions of sex, but nothing explicitly described, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: An A-Z of Marcus Moreno’s bedroom antics...

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Marcus is such a kind man. He’ll make sure you’re okay. And he’ll make sure you don’t need anything before pulling you into his arms if you’re in bed. If you’re else were, he’ll still make sure you’re alright, making you look perfect before you get to where ever you’re meant to be.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, he finds your neck irresistible. Other than your lips, it’s his favourite thing to kiss. He loves to mark it with bites that show everyone you belong to him. He loves to bury his face into your neck while he fucks you, he loves the way your fingers feel in his hair when he does.

On him, he’s rather fond of his arms and his tights (so am I). Mainly because he likes it when you grip his arms when he fucks you, and he loves when you ride his thighs. It’s one of his favourite things, and you always seem to enjoy yourself when you make yourself come on his thighs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to come on you. Over your breasts, your stomach...

And he loves to come in your mouth, he loves to see you swallow his come.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you two got together, and after his wife died, he would find him self in need of release. And being one of Heroics as well, there were many clips of you online doing awesome super hero things. He loved watching those. He loved watching the way you moved. The way your muscles flexed. The way you beat up the bad guys so effortlessly. And it was so sexy. He’d watch them in the dead of night while getting himself off. But he doesn’t know if he should ever tell you, because it is a little weird.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean, he’s got a kid. Clearly he knows what he’s doing.

He certainly does know what he’s doing. He knows where exactly to touch you to make you feel good before you even know.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He’s a big fan of the classic missionary because he can see your face and kiss you as well as being able to hold your hands which is a big thing that he likes to do.

He also loves when you are on top. Riding him, facing him or not or riding his thighs. He also loves 69......

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be more funny then serious depending on his mood and the circumstances for the sex. He likes to enjoy it and wants to make sure you are enjoying it as well so if he needs to make you laugh he will. But he is mostly serious when it comes to sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s pretty neat down there. It seems he takes more care of his hair down there than he does on his face or his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Marcus is a very romantic person. He wants to make sure you are happy. He wants to make sure you know how much he loves and worships you. So he will do whatever he can to put those points across to you as he makes love to you. This would usually be by kissing you for an extended amount of time or just simply telling you how much he loves and adores you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated before, in the time he was on his own, he would jack off quite a lot at night or in the shower (mostly to the thought of you). But now, less so. He’ll still do it on the odd occasion, say if your out on hero business, but you’re usually there to help him out if he needs it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He wants to be your hero. So he’s a big fan of role play. He loves when you decided to put yourself “in danger” for him to have to come and rescue you. Or you acting as someone who is evil and he has to stop you...and punish you.

And he has a slight weapons kink. He would never hurt you with the blade but something about seeing you with his katanas and nothing else drives him mad.

And I’m not saying he has a daddy kink, but I wouldn’t put it past him....

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bedroom. Or the shower. He doesn’t really have a preference between the two. But he’ll go anywhere as long as you are comfortable and happy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

A lot of things came get him going. The main ones being when you are in your hero uniform or when your fingers with lightly brush over any part of him.

But mostly the uniform. Definitely the uniform. Yours or his....

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

As much as he loves the role play and the weapons, he’d never actually use it to draw blood or cause you any sort of discomfort.

And he wouldn’t want to have sex in a public setting where people could see. He’s not so much against say touching you under the table or what ever, but if it came down to him having to fuck you in front of someone he wouldn’t do it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Marcus loves to be between your legs. He’ll eat you out at any given moment. He’s all about pleasing you. And he loves the way you squeak, moan and whimper as he eats you. As well as the way you grab at him to hold his head closer to you.

But he’s an absolute sucker for you sucking him off. As mentioned, he loves to watch you swallow his come. And he loves the feeling of your mouth and tongue on him. You can easily turn him into mush the second your tongue touches his dick.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s kind of in the middle. He can be both extremes (favouring slow and sensual) but he falls some where in between. He’s not exactly slow, but he’s not exactly fast. But somehow it’s the perfect balance that gives you the best orgasms of your life.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not too against them. Sometimes that’s what it will have to be, what with his job and Missy being around.

Sometimes it will have to be a quick fuck in the supply cupboard at HQ. Or a quick one in the kitchen before Missy comes down for breakfast.

But he much prefers to take his time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He used to risk his life every day fighting the dangers of the world, and that mentality does transfer to the bedroom.

If you want to try something, he’ll do it. Unless it’s super dangerous or really really risky.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s not a young as he used to be so he can’t go for that many rounds. In a row that is. If you spaced them out over the days he could got for quite a few. But in a row he’s good for about two.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s never really needed them so he’s never really owned any. But when you brought your trusty little purple vibrator to the party, he grew embarrassingly fond of it. He loves to watch you use it on yourself and he loves using it on you while he eats you out, making you scream. And he likes it when you use it on him, teasing him with it or taking him all the way.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He not necessarily a tease with actions, more with faces or words. He’ll constantly be whispering dirty things into your ear whenever he gets the chance and he’ll send you sexy looks or winks from across the room. He’s very good at getting you worked up with our having to touch you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

With Missy in the house, it’s very much hush hush. For multiple reasons that are pretty obvious. But when she’s gone, he doesn’t hold back. He lets out every sound he had to hold in. He’s not exactly loud, he just makes a lot of noises. But they’re amazing to listen too.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Marcus does find it difficult to make the first move. Even when he does, when just charges at you or something, he will always backtrack or stop to ask you if you want it. You will always want him and you’ve told him that on many occasions but it doesn’t seem to stick in his head. He’s just too sweet to let the beast inside him run free for once.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s pretty decent. He’s longer than he is thick but he’s perfect for you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

To be fair, it’s not all that high. He has a lot on his plate and sex is usually quite far down the list. He’s so busy all the time that he barely even has time for sex. Which is kind of sad and annoying for both you and him, but most of the time you’re pretty busy as well.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

His mind never stops so he finds it difficult to sleep full stop. But sex always seems to relax him enough to make him feel comfortable in getting some sleep. But he is a very light sleeper. And he won’t fall asleep until he has checked you are okay and he’s given the house a once over to make sure everything was locked and everything was where it should be. He’ll take a quick peek into Missy’s room to make sure she is okay before he comes back to bed and eventually falls asleep with you wrapped in his arms.

28/12/20

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