#i straddle a line and its fine its fine ok

[noblehcart]

me: god i hate how sn.w handled ch.apel last season that was sO wrong. 100% mischaracterization. it was just not chapel. also me: YAS GIRL CHASE YOUR CAREER. NEVER PUT IT ASIDE FOR NO MAN. no man is worth MISSING OUT on furthering your career.

[artyandink]

necessary precautions

Summary: You and Dean hadn’t really gotten to this stage before. You were partners in hunting, not in that way. But when you’re trying to plant a bug and camera in a room at a gala, you realise that you have a lot more underlying chemistry than you thought possible. Even though it’s an act. Even if you both think you’re not good enough for each other.

A/N - Yet another drabble (promise I’ll get to the fics guys, I just have too much creative juice where this is concerned)

You were having a hard time keeping your head. Especially when Dean’s fingers were pressing into your waist like that.

You two stumbled through the door, you first and Dean after as his hands regretfully left you to let his blazer drop to the floor with a soft thud, the sound of your lips connecting over and over again the only sound outside of your hot breaths mingling in the small gap between your lips. And that problem was quickly resolved by them melding together again, soft and pliable to each other’s whims.

Fast, hard, but oh, so sensual with the way his hands traced your form like he was sculpting some damn fine art.

“God, baby,” Dean murmured, his tie next to go as you both struggled to keep a grip on reality. Dean found himself hooked, hooked on the feel of your plush lips on his after all this time. All this time of waking up in a sweat to the dream of your lips all over him, on his neck, chest, abs- from your position straddling him, grinding long and slow. Open-mouthed and yours.

Line and sinker when he finally registered the intoxicating flavour of morning coffee, beer, and whiskey (a woman after his own heart), and then he was hit with the dizzying aroma of your floral perfume, mixed with the smell of the bakery you got his pie from and topped off with the hit of sweet, sweet pheromones- lord help him.

You couldn’t get enough of his calloused hands on your body, feeling up every inch, over your waist, pushing and pulling your hips in a way that had you almost letting out a real moan, tangling in your hair and pulling so he could deepen the kiss, which made the moan fall past anyway and had his eyebrows raised slightly at how convincing that was.

He had you two stumbling further into the spacious room, eyes open and quickly scanning until he tugged on your hair twice, a signal that the room was clear that allowed you to pull back and try and scan the room for a good place to put the bug and camera that you had on your person. He mouthed at your neck, the hint of teeth and tongue nearly having your knees shaking and giving way under you had it not been for your (quickly wavering) focus.

Ok, so… there’s a bed, but not too central. His lips finding that spot on your neck with such precision it had you whimpering. A couple chairs strewn here and there. His hands disappearing under your blouse to map out every little freckle on your back, pulling the band of your bra and snapping it against your heated skin. A big-ass table in the centre of the room. His lips finding your pulse and teasingly sucking.

Wait- a big-ass table. In the centre… of the… room…

You found the cold surface of the table prick at the back of your thighs, finding that Dean had already got you there and had lifted you up, rucking up that pencil skirt.

God, that tight little skirt drove him up the wall. And he was climbing higher up it.

“Look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” He murmured at his position of attacking - for lack of a better word - your neck, his hand massaging at your left knee, moving steadily up, rolling the softness between his skilled fingers, inching to where you were aching for him. To where you were waiting for him.

Until his hand stopped, withdrew from its position tantalisingly close to your panties and quickly planted the bug and camera. That he got from the thigh holster strapped to you, from underneath your skirt, which he then pulled down to protect your modesty.

Even if that lace was rendering him insane.

Your breaths were both laboured, no words exchanged as your eyes stared into his own mossy ones and his back at yours, his swollen, slightly reddened lips parted and craving yours. His hand gripping your hair again, nose bumping yours and ready to taste you on his tongue-

The door burst open, snapping you out of your session, with a singular shifter walking in, one who knew you both as the FBI agents from earlier. How did you know? The building you were in belonged to a shifter mafia, who were holding a charity gala of all things this very night. You and Dean had just finished questioning and needed to put a bug and camera in their main room so Sam - who was now waiting in Baby - could keep an eye on what was being said and done.

You forgot that detail when Dean’s hand had slid over your ass to grip your thigh, strong, firm and possessive. And it was buried in the back of your head when you tasted apple pie, whiskey and burger grease on his tongue; smelt old leather, cologne and his body wash.

So now you had to improvise, putting a hand on your chest, gasping and giggling in embarrassment while Dean turned his body, sliding a firm arm around your waist, like he was stating that you were his. God, you wished you were. “Oh! Sorry, we thought this room wasn’t, y’know, occupado. Just needed to have some privacy, right, babe?” You turned to Dean expectantly, who chuckled and turned to the shifter with a lick of his lips and a grin.

“Just snuck away for a moment.” He smirked, inclining his head to you as his hand inched slowly downward. “Couldn’t keep my hands off this one. Especially when she’s wearin’ that pretty, little skirt.” He punctuated his sentence with a sharp slap to your ass, which surprised you, but you covered it up to a swat of his dress-shirt covered chest (that was way too taut on him to be legal) with a laugh.

“Stop that, you’ll get me going again.” You found acting Dean’s hormonal girlfriend was easier than expected, considering the odds of the alarm being sounded that you weren’t really there to get down and dirty. You faced the shifter with a real forced love-sick grin, biting your lip briefly.

And Dean’s eyes totally weren’t on your plump, pink bottom lip and wishing it was his teeth worrying it like that.

“Can’t keep my hands off this one. Hard to when you have a man that’s so handsome, firm and… forbidden.” As a spot of payback, you slapped Dean’s ass in return, which had him jolting slightly, eyes darting everywhere before looking to his feet and smiling to himself with a pump of his eyebrows. Was it bad to think that was hot?

What?! He liked his women possessive. Or more so he liked you possessive, but he’d never say that. He’d die again before he did.

Dean cleared his throat, trying to play it off. “Anyway, we’d appreciate if you kept this on the DL, away from our associate, Agent Pierce. Tall, with the hair.” He gestured up to his head, referencing Sammy’s gorgeous hair. “He’s a real prude.”

You faux-scoffed in agreement, internally apologising to Sam. Dean wasn’t. “Oh, yeah, that guy. He’s a real suck up to the big boys back in DC.”

“A grass to the brass.”

“Puts the tittle with the tattle.”

“Can’t keep his mouth good and shut.”

“Snitches get stitches, am I right? You know the type.” You waved the shifter off with a small, rich laugh. “And I’d like to keep my job, see this hunk lookin’ all delicious in a suit.” You gently tapped Dean’s chest, then you realised that you had to get out of there before things got overly hormonal and suspicious.

“You’re the one who’s lookin’ goddamn edible, doll.” Dean drawled, nuzzling your neck with his nose, his acting skills surprisingly good. You kept on having to remind yourself that this wasn’t real. Disappointingly.

“Anyway, well, we have to head out before Agent Pierce gets suspicious.” You hopped off the table, picking up Dean’s blazer and tie, having him hold it while you did his tie up like a good fake girlfriend. “There we go, hon.”

“Always making sure I look good, baby.” He kissed your cheek quickly, and as you strutted out in those goddamn heels with a wink back to Dean, your hair messy, cheeks flushed, hips swaying and lipstick smeared, he let his eyes roam over your ass framed in that skirt with a lick of his lips, seeing the shifter guy doing the same- wait, what?!

Now, that was downright unacceptable. Only Dean got to check out your ass. Wait, that came out wrong. You weren’t even his.

Though he wished you’d be. Then he’d get to kiss those lips like that and actually breach second base.

“Quite a girl you got there, Agent.” The shifter guy smirked, looking at Dean with an impressed nod. “Fiery.”

Dean chuckled, nodding and stepping closer. “Yeah.” He bent so his mouth was right by the monster’s ear, even though he was itching to get out his silver knife and finish the job, talking in a rough tone that made the shifter forget he was a monster. “Look at her like that again and I’ll break your face.”

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CEO (w.m)

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Infinity war era wanda Let's say both are 23 If you have a request message me I'll do my best to bring it to life messagesare always open babes 😘

Wandas POV:

I smirk at myself in nothing but y/ns favourite lingerie set she can't keep her hands to herself when I wear this lacy set I grab my long coat and tie it as I walk out of our shared bedroom and make my way out of the compound just as I reach the front door I'm stopped by natasha "hey wands can you come help me train Steve's busy at the moment" she smiles leaning against the pillar "nat as much as I'd love to I have to head to the office to see y/n it's important" she smirks and raises her eyebrows at me "yeah sure sure" I try but fail to prove my point "ok fine you got me im going to surprise her she's been stressed being one of the youngest CEOs takes its toll and I'm just trying to be a helpful girlfriend" she laughs as she walks away "go get it wanda you both deserve it" with that I giggle and walk to my car driving towards y/ns office.

Y/ns POV:

"Yeah thats perfect set up the meeting" I say as I hang up with a sigh covering my face with my hands "miss L/N Mr Jones is on line 2 waiting to discuss when things will get rolling" I sigh and groan as I press the intercom "thanks Jackie I'll take it now could you get my a coffee from the place I love I know its a bit of a drive but it would be hugely appreciated" I say in dreadful tone as I pick up the phone to discuss business after 15 minutes I hang up and lean my head back when is this day over, I'm snapped out of my thoughts by my office door opening "no ones allowed in here without knocking unless it's serious so unless someone is leaving us back out and kn.." my full demeaner changed as I laid eyes on the most beautiful girl in the world and It so happens i get to call her mine "oh my god baby hey!" I say happiness taking over she smiles and walks over to me sitting on my lap wrapping her arms around my neck "hey baby just thought I'd surprise you, you seemed really really stressed on the phone" she whispers into my ear as she sucks on my earlobe causing me to moan as she moves to my neck kissing and sucking I feel my bulge start to grow as wanda smirks "mhhh there's my little buddy coming to life" I bite my lip holding my moan "you're playing a dangerous game princess" she fixes her position to properly straddle me making sure her front is pressed on my bulge "fuck so hard so big baby" she whispers seductively I grip her hips and make her grind as I lean forward to mark her beautiful neck her moans are perfection after I leave alot of hickeys over her neck she climbs off me leaving me hot and bothered I give her a look letting her know not to tease "relax baby I'm just getting a little more comfortable"

I watch as she starts to take her coat off my mouth instantly dropping open my eyes going wide "fuck.." I groan as she drops the coat to the floor leaving her in nothing but my favourite lingerie set ima need to take her shopping later because those ain't getting handled with care, she bends teasingly giving me a perfect view of her ass as she picks her coat up and hangs it over the couch and strolls towards me sexually my eyes black with lust she leans over kissing me passionately as someone knocks loudly on the office door wanda has a smirk on her face that I don't like she quickly climbs under my desk pulling my chair closer to her as her hands tease my thighs and my receptionist comes in coffee in hand. 

Wandas POV: 

I smirk as I hear Jackie telling y/n about the awful traffic and rude worker I unzip her pants and pull them along with her boxers just enough to let her cock spring to action I take it in my hands slowly stroking her as she gets harder in my hand I try not to giggle as I hear y/ns breath hitch "oh by the way we need to discuss your 4 o'clock she's bringing her lawyer just to make sure contracts are in order" i take this as my opportunity to take her tip in my mouth and tease her slowly taking more of her length into my mouth "mhh uh yeah sounds perfect I don't mind her...bringing her lawyer" I continue to suck her hard cock bopping my head faster as she struggles to keep her cool infront of her poor receptionist "you know Jackie I don't mean to be rude but can you come back in like an hour I have the worst headache and need to lay down" I continue sucking as I gently squeeze and scratch at the exposed thigh she has on show "you poor thing I thought something was off you seem to have a hard time concentrating I'll let you have a nap hope you feel better" 

Y/ns POV:

I watch as she leaves and press the intercom "oh and Jackie make sure no one comes near my office please and thank you" once I let go of the intercom I let out a moan and push my chair out so I can look down at wanda sucking my soul out "so fucking naughty arnt you princess " I say gripping her hair as we lock eyes and she nods I feel the coil in my stomach snap and shoot my load down her throat letting out a loud moan "fuck fuck fuck yes" after a few more sucks she comes up with a smirk and I give her a knowing look making her shy away "you know naughty girls get punished" she nods as I stand up and walk to the couch not bothering to fix my dick or pants "come lay over my knee princess ass up nice and high for me" she obeys walking over and fixing herself in my lap raising her ass nice and high "ok now I'm gonna make this pretty little ass red raw you know the safe word right?" She nods and mumbles "red" I smile and rip her panties off earning a shocked gasp from wanda I lean down placing a kiss on each cheek as she giggles "ready princess " I say rubbing her ass gently "I'm ready" as soon as the words leave her mouth I bring my hand down on her left cheek swiftly causing her to hiss and moan I smirk as my hand print starts to make an appearance I quickly do the same to her right cheek as she whimpers beneath me I continue for a few minutes before sitting back admiring her red marked ass I gently rub to ease the pain as I lean down and pepper kisses all over both her cheeks "you done so well princess I'm so proud of you but we arnt done" she fixes herself into straddling position making us both moan as her wet cunt sits right on my hard cock not penetrating just ontop of it "be a good girl and grind don't think about putting it in don't think about cumming Just grind" I instructed she groans and starts to grind "once I think you've been punished enough ill let you cum my sweet sweet girl" I laugh as she whines with a mixed moan "please I want to cum..I want you inside me im sorry for being naughty I need you please don't deny my orgasm" I laugh and move her hair from her face kissing her cheek "I don't think you deserve to cum right now princess" I help her grind as her grinds become sloppy letting me know she's close to cumming "get up and bend over my desk show me that sweet little pussy babygirl" she jumps up excitedly rushing over to the desk as she spreads her legs and arches her ass up giving me a view of her dripping cunt causing me to moan

I get up and smirk at the pool all over my dick and thighs I walk behind her and wrap my arm around her neck applying just the right amount of pleasure as I let my dick rub against her clit "mhh babygirl you've covered my cock in your sweet arousal you've made it nice and easy for me to just slide into that tight cunt of yours do you want that princess I want words" I smirk as she becomes a moaning mess trying to gain her composer "fuck y/n please yes please I need you inside me i need to feel you fill me" I groan as she begs and grab my dick teasing her entrance as we both moan in sync I slowly slide inside her cunt as a scream of pleasure washes over her I wrap my free arm around her waist as I thrust hard bottoming out inside her as I moan at the sensation leaning my head against her back "uh shit baby so fucking tight" she whimpers unsure of trusting her words as I squeeze her throat roughly but gently as I start thrusting harder and faster my thrusts pushing her further into the desk both us moaning not a comprehensive word to be heard I lean my head back moaning as I continue to fuck my sweet innocent girlfriend into my office desk I move my hand from her throat to pull her bra down letting her tits pop out instantly I grab the right one and pinch her nipple as she gasps "please please...can...can I cum" her legs start to shake uncontrollably as I pull out and turn her in one swift motion so we're face to face "fuck' she cries out in frustration causing me to laugh I grab her legs as I line myself up to her cunt as I bottom out again she wraps her arms around my neck her nails digging into my neck as I take her nipple in my mouth I start to thrust

after an hour of relentlessly fucking my girlfriend and denying her orgasms I decide to let her cum her poor cunt must be raw "mhhn fuck baby I'm gonna fill your little cunt so much do you want to cum princess" she whimpers and musters the strength to talk "mhhh please baby I need to cum" she begs as she pants I thrust hard and fast as I Bury my face into her neck her walls tighten around my solid member as she screams tears rolling down her face as the pleasure rushes over her after a few slower thrusts I shoot my cum deep inside of her both of us clinging to eachother sweating breathless messes I hold her in my arms both of us savouring the moment together before I slowly pull out and grab some wipes to clean us both up I take my time with her cos I know she'll be sensitive "you done so well honey I love you" she nods and clings onto me her eyes fighting to stay open I pick her up and lay her on the couch "shh stay here a second baby ill get you a pillow and blanket so you can go for a well needed sleep" I kiss her neck and walk over to the unit in my office and grab a blanket and pillow walking back over tucking wanda in as she nods off to sleep I kiss her head and whisper how much I love her before fixing my desk and sitting down to deal with the meeting due in at any minute I can't help but look over at wanda and smile as she's sleeps peacefully. 

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[werrrrrd]

CHARLES XAVIER X OC pt.11

WARNINGS FOR ENTIRE STORY: shock therapy, manipulation, death, suicide, surgery is mentioned including an undetailed description, stitches, slight malnutrition, forcive murder, abuse of authority, blood, lots of blood stuff since this is like her power, anger issues, aggression, mentions of murder as well as the actual murder, mind reading, OC is not very kind to herself sometimes, let me know if you notice any others. No sexual assault but definitely Shaw being creepy.

AN: Thank you for being patient while waiting for this part! It is oh so juicy and I hope the wait was worth it. The next few parts wont be as consistent but I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THE STORY WONT BE ABANDONED!! I am dedicated to finishing it but I also need to get caught up in school and draft all the rest of the story to make sure that its a good ending and will be satisfactory to all you's

The mansion was beautiful. Wood detailing lined the ceiling and warmed the dark hallway. Only the glow of the room raven was in gave me any light and a large window at the end of the hall. I walked a couple paces down the wide hall hearing a soft echo of when the heels of my boots hit the floor. I wanted to explore, but Charles’ disconnection was bothering me more than my urge to wander. I walked a few more paces wondering if I'd have to use my powers to find him. That's when I heard gasping in a room on my left. I rushed into what was a medium room with floor to ceiling windows on the far wall and empty bookshelves.There, Charles was crouched down with his arms wrapped around his legs slightly rocking back and forth on his feet. I felt that his heart beat was off the charts and I rushed over to him to make sure he wasn't hurt

“Whats wrong!?” I put my hands on his arms and he lifted his head to look at me with wide, afraid eyes only just noticing my presence. 

“It's n-nothing” He gasped out “im okay, I-ill be fine, shes alright now” Tears streaked down his face and he was inhaling and exhaling quickly and shallowly. I could feel his feelings spill back into mine as we reconnected. He knew everything would be alright with raven, he was just overwhelmed. Very overwhelmed, and uncertain and feeling intense pressure and suddenly I felt incredibly guilty for never wondering if Charles was doing ok like he had done for me. I had to fight to stop myself from freaking out too and make it up to him.

“Breathe Charles!" I said to him and kneeled down in front of him. He attempted twice to calm and slow his breathing but he only gasped in more air and it worsened. His panic only increased as he realized he couldnt get a breath in and he reached for his throat like he was choking.

The speed of his heart was making me feel woozy so I pushed him back off of his heels. He landed with his butt on the floor and his hands went behind him to catch himself from laying all the way back. His eyes flashed with even more worry. I pushed his chest until he scooted with his back against the wall. His legs sprawled out and I moved forward to straddle his lap. My hand went to his heart and I got close so that I could control his blood better. He looked at me pleading and confused. A few tears slipped from his blue eyes and he gasped in more air and wheezed as it exited his lungs. I focused on where his heart was, pounding unbearably hard, and slowed his blood gradually to get him to calm down. His hand went to press mine further into his chest, realizing what I was doing. His eyes fluttered shut and eyebrows knitted together. 

I gulped, suddenly my heart was beating quicker, and not because of his panic that was subsiding. My eyes flitted down to where my hand was on his chest with his hand over it. He hiccuped once or twice but his breathing returned to a normal pace and he let out a shaky but long exhale. 

I looked back up at him and saw that he was already staring back at me with intensity. The streaks down his cheeks shimmered in the soft light, my other hand rose and wiped the tears from his face with my thumb. His eyes searched mine carefully. The moon in the window reflected in them brightly and made them even more starry. I couldn't look away as his eyes flitted across mine, trying to read me. He let out another breath and I felt his heart rate steady completely. My hand dropped from his face but he caught it in his and held it where it rested on my leg. I swear it was so quiet, the air was still and all I could hear was us breathe slowly and quietly.

He inched forward, looking timidly between my lips and my eyes, looking for something telling him to stop. I only watched in a trance as he got closer and sat up off of the wall. I held my breath as he reached me. My hand still on his heart, and his over mine. His lips pressed against mine tenderly, tentatively, they were soft and just the slightest bit salty with his tears. I returned the emotion in my kiss. My hand moved from his heart which had picked up its pace slightly and cupped his jaw once more. His went to my back and pressed me against him. We moved slowly and carefully. He craned his neck against me yet still moved with so much gentleness. I pushed my lips further into his and relished in the feeling of his breath on my skin and our lips moving together. 

We broke apart and I let out my own breath and turned my head down, blushing too hard to look at him. He kept me close with his arm around my waist and I felt one finger slowly trace a line up and down my back. Our foreheads pressed together and my thoughts returned to how good it felt to be touched in such a gentle and kind way. If it was anyone but Charles I wouldn't trust it, this care, I would expect an ulterior motive. But I couldn't find it in me to believe Charles had any ill intent. Despite being on opposite sides of a looming war, he was holding me like I was precious to him.

He tilted my head up with his fingers on my chin and I looked up at him with a dazed look on my face. He searched my expression again, making sure I didn't seem regretful or unsure. When he didn't see anything he shifted his grip on my hand and intertwined our fingers without breaking eye contact. 

“Thank you.” He said to me earnestly

“For what?’

“Saving me, saving Raven, kissing me, god, you've done so much i am thankful for”

He whispered his accent thick and full of emotion. I smiled softly at him and my other hand fiddled with the end of his button up shirt mindlessly. 

“Thankyou for trusting me.” I said softly in response.

“I can't help it.” He said without pause. My heart skipped in my chest. Everything felt so incredibly right with the world. I hadn't felt this way I don't think ever, and my hopes of achieving this feeling had completely blinked out years ago. Actually I don't think I had ever thought this feeling was possible. Completely peaceful, my heart feeling like it was everything it should be, that I was everything I should be. Not a single thing was wrong. I did not understand how Charles had changed my mind about so many things in such a short amount of time. How could he have made me feel so whole? 

We smiled at each other for not long enough before his smile slipped slightly and he furrowed his eyebrows ever so subtly.

“Whats wrong?” I asked. Suddenly the feeling threatened to go and I wanted to do everything possible to prevent that

“How did Shaw find out? About our meeting?” he said carefully eyes still wide and searching.

“...He found someone, a man, who told him”

“Hmm” Charles looked away. He knew, he knew that it had not been that simple but he wasn't forcing it out of me. Yet the worry of losing this precious moment to a rotten end had me scrambling to fix things.

“Well, we had to torture him… I… I had to torture him. But I had no idea that it was about you, I thought… well I didn't know what Shaw wanted from him” I felt my gut twist as the words came out. A stab of self disgust and guilt formed in my stomach. Charles didn't say anything for a moment.

“You… you tortured him," He stated quietly. It wasn't a question, more a realization, or an understanding that he had not wanted to come to but could not ignore anymore. It broke my heart because he was right. Now I was quiet. His trust in me was not as firm as I believed, as I hoped, it was. And I couldn't blame him. It wasn't smart to trust me, I was working for a very bad man. That fact that Charles hadn't locked me up was objectively stupid. Even more stupidly, here we were, on the ground. With me on his lap and my hand in his and our lips tingling after the most perfect kiss I could ever imagine. But I had somehow hoped that he saw through it, that he knew how much I hated it and how much I hated Shaw. But I was being stupid too.

He had lost the fondness in his eyes and it was replaced with a sad stare. I pulled my hand from his and stood from his lap. He followed after me. 

“I should go.” I said noticing that the sky was getting lighter outside, the sun threatening to rise, and realizing I had overstayed. I needed to get home before Shaw woke and noticed I was gone. If he saw I was gone again, that I had run away after years of having given up then he would be suspicious and figure out what had changed. He would find out about Charles and take him away from me. And now, what hurt even more was that I could sense that Charles wasn't as comfortable with me being here as he was before. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse.

“I don't understand May, why?” he spoke before I could walk away 

“Why what?”

“If you’re on his side, then why do you keep helping us? And why are you on his side? is it saftey? I could keep you safe here!” He said exasperatedly. I could feel him come up with another reason that could explain why I was with Shaw, maybe he thought that I just wanted to be with shaw. That I agreed with him like Emma did, but dread rose up in him at the thought and he swallowed instead of speaking up about it. He ran his hands over his face “I don't get it. I dont get you,” his eyes found mine again

“Its not that simple,” I said, backing towards the door. He stepped closer to me as I stepped away.

“May, please don't run off again.” He said with sadness and hurt in his eyes

I walked toward him trying to ease his hurt and hesitantly took his hand again. He didn't stop me so I laced our fingers together again. He looked down at our hands with his eyebrows furrowed again.

“I have to go, It was risky coming here at all,” I said sympathetically “I wish things were different, really, but there's nothing I can do,” 

He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled his hand away, “I don't know why I'm trusting you. Shaw, he's a monster, and you…”

I felt an unjustified stab of hurt cut through me again. 

“No one knows that better than I do, but please, keep trusting me. I don't think I could handle it if you hated me.” I said and it was honest. I barely knew him and yet I felt like he was the only thing holding me together. It broke my heart to think that he might hate me for the things ive done even if they were things I deserved to be hated for. I waited for Charles to respond but he was quiet. He did not look at me only at the ground in between us. I sighed, holding back tears and decided it was better that he hated me than that Shaw found out where I was. 

“I'm sorry. Really,” I said to him, Still he was quiet, but it looked like he was forming words. I waited for a little while. His questions and confusion manifested onto his expression but nothing came from his mouth. I knitted my eyebrows together waiting for him to say something. But no, he seemed to give up on the words he wanted to say and looked away again. I took that as my sign to go and pulled my hand from his reluctantly.

He didn't follow me as I stepped out of the room. I ignored the strong urge to stay with him that always arose when I left his presence. The urge that ignored all reason and persisted no matter the circumstance. I only glanced back at him once I got to the hall to see him still looking at the floor. I held back tears as I tried to remember where the door was.

Still the warmness of the mansion was calling to me. I wondered how peacefully I would sleep here if I ever got the chance and shook the thought out of my head before I got too caught up in wishful thinking. That would only make things worse.

Once I got to the front doors, I saw Erik hiding in the shadows making me jump slightly. Once again I face palmed for being too distracted to notice him with my powers. Usually they were always noting where people were and how on edge they were, notifying me who to stay away from and most often, how to avoid Shaw. But Erik didn't seem to be about to attack me based on the speed of his heart. I glanced at him as he watched me go for the door expecting him to say something but not stopping to wait for it. when my hand hit the door knob he finally spoke up

“Whats your angle?” 

I stopped and turned to him still keeping my hand on the door “huh?”

“What are you planning?” He stepped into the light of the windows and came a few steps toward me.

“Im not-”

“Charles wont read your mind now, but that might not be the case forever you know?” He said in a menacing tone. “Eventually he’ll crack and he’ll find out everything. Everything you're trying to hide.” he came to a stop and put on a wide stance that would have worried me if I wasnt a little bit anxious to get home. "The only reason he wont do it now is because he's worried what he'll find." he glared at me.

“Im not trying to hide anything. He can read my mind for all I care, honestly that would make things easier” I gripped the knob as I spoke. I meant what I said. If he read my mind then he would understand, the only thing I might actually want to hide was his effect on me, how much I thought about him, which was just a tad embarrassing. But then he would know that I really didn't mean any harm. He would know why I worked with Shaw, why things were the way they were. He would have the answers to all the questions he wasn't asking me. 

Erik's expression flashed to shock before he looked away to cover it. His eyes came back to me when I spoke again

“Go ahead and let him know. My mind is open to him, any time he feels like he wants answers, he deserves that at least, I hope it brings him some peace...” I said staring into Erik's eyes, unwavering to let him know that I was serious, that I didn't doubt a word of what I said. He breathed out evenly looking for anything untrustworthy in my gaze. But I didn't have time to convince him so I opened the door to go, stepping out, back into the cold night.

[baileys-writing-desk]

Don’t let Rulie near the Master Cycle

…or he will hit a tree.

Wild learned this the hard way.

(a gift for dalemon-99!)

Wild’s Hyrule, like many others, has a Faron Woods. And it’s the perfect place for the Champion and the traveler to take a walk together, away from the rest of the Chain.

Hyrule has taken quite a liking for mushrooms. The reddish ones are called Hylian Shrooms, Wild taught him once, and the green ones Stamina Shrooms. Each time they come across one, he kneels down to examine it, running his fingers along its smooth surface and wondering if it’s edible. It has to be, as Wild eats things like this all the time.

But the Champion seems to have another idea, as he stops at a small clearing and pulls out his Sheikah Slate.

“Do you want to see something cool?” he asks, grinning.

Hyrule’s brow furrows in confusion. What?

“Um…sure. I guess.”

Wild presses a few buttons on the slate, and soon magical blue trails of light circle nearby, not much different from the ones they see upon teleporting at a Sheikah Tower. A strange object materializes next to the two Hylians, with what looks to be two wheels and…

“What is that??” Hyrule exclaims, eyes wide.

The Champion giggles. “This is called the Master Cycle. A piece of Sheikah technology I got from beating the shit out of a monk. As you can see here-“

“Wait, hold on.” Hyrule interrupts. “ You got it from what??”

“Yeah…long story, Rulie. It’s quite amusing, remind me and I’ll tell you later.”

Knowing Wild, the traveler can’t say he’s surprised. But still. Maybe if he finds this…monk and beats him up, he can get one of these things too?

“Anyway, as you can see it has a seat, handlebars for steering, think of it as like an electric horse. It’s a new mode of transport that we call a ‘bike.’ Maybe when we’re done inspecting the shrooms here, I can demonstrate for you?”

“Yeah!!” Hyrule’s heart skips a beat, unable to contain his newfound excitement. A mode of transport? He has never seen anything like this in his life! And a thought burns into him: I wanna try!!

And oh, he wants to try so desperately. But he knows Wild wouldn’t let him.

“Ok, sounds like a plan.” The Champion smiles again before walking up to a group of Hylian Shrooms. Hyrule can barely take his eyes off the Master Cycle in all its glory. It’s as if the bike is speaking to him, asking him to come over and ride it.

Another few minutes pass as they study the clearing, with Wild taking pictures on the slate for Flora, and Hyrule has come up with a different plan. He beams from ear to ear like a young child, positioning himself in front of the Champion and close to the bike.

“Hey, see that mushroom over there?” The traveler points to the green Stamina Shroom at the base of a small tree. “Walk over and grab it, then throw it to me. I wanna try something.”

Wild briefly narrows his eyes. “…Why?”

“Just trust me on this. I’m gonna try to catch it in my mouth.”

“Rulie…” Wild sighs, but pauses when Hyrule widens his eyes like a begging puppy. “Hmph. Fine.”

The Champion turns around to fetch the mushroom. Ok, he’s distracted. Go!

Hyrule locks eyes on the bike and darts over to it, quickly hoisting himself up with legs straddled like he saw Wild do earlier. Shit. How do you start this thing??

“Hey! Rulie, no!”

Wait, yes! The right side! He slams his foot on the small piece of metal underneath it and suddenly the bike is speeding forward. “WOOOO!!” he shouts, fluffy hair whipping in the breeze as the loud whirring noise of the bike overrides whatever the Champion is yelling. Laughing out loud, Hyrule rides in a straight line through the woods, making sure to follow the path. This is AMAZING!!

His grip on the handlebars remains strong. All he needs to do is just keep the bike upright. Easy!

“HAHA! YOU CAN’T CATCH ME, WILD!!” he shrieks. “TRY TO STOP ME!”

He’ll ride all the way out of these woods, maybe through the field and back toward camp. He has the power now, he’s carefree!

…Until a large tree looms in front of him, blocking the path.

Shit!! He doesn’t know how to turn! Oh no. Oh, fuck me.

Hyrule barely has time to think as the tree draws closer; at his current trajectory he will slam right into it. I can stop, right? Just-

Wait.

He also doesn’t know how to stop.

FUCK!!

In a frenzy he jerks the handlebars to the right, hoping the bike will follow. He hasn’t thought this through, but he doesn’t have the time to with the bike still speeding faster than a dragon. Just narrowly missing the tree, he manages to turn the bike…

…smack into another tree.

Hyrule yelps as the bike crashes, and next thing he knows it is…gone?? Shit!! Now without anything to sit on, he is flung forward, crying out in pain as he hits the tree before being tossed to the ground.

He can hear Wild’s shouting coming closer as he lies there, dazed, arm throbbing from taking the brunt of the blow. Somehow he had managed to shield his face, but Hylia, that aches too. Everything hurts.

Okay, that was a BAD idea.

“HYRULE!!”

He turns his head to see the shocked Champion running to his side. “Hyrule! Are you okay?? My god!”

Bad, bad idea.

“Mhm…” he groans, rubbing his forehead. “Where’d it go…?”

“What- oh, it disintegrates whenever you crash. Learned that the hard way once too.”

“So I…broke it?” Oh no. His eyes widen as he glances up at Wild, now standing over him. “I’m so sorry-“

“No, you didn’t break it. That’s what it was made to do,” the Champion explains. “But I digress. Why in Hylia’s name did you want to ride it with no supervision!?”

Hyrule sighs. “I…I thought it would be fun.” With a grunt he pushes himself up to sitting, despite the pain in his arm. “And- it was.”

He smiles weakly at Wild, who still looks less than pleased.

“Oh, Rulie…what am I gonna do with you?” He slowly shakes his head in disbelief. “Here, can you heal yourself? Or I think I have a fairy.”

“It’s okay…I can do it.” If Wild uses his fairy on something as stupid as this…no. He won’t let that happen.

“Well, well.” Wild smirks as the traveler begins to prepare his healing magic. “I can’t wait to see the old man’s reaction when we get back!”

Hyrule gasps. “No, please- don’t tell Time! He would kill me if he finds out-“

“I mean, you’ll still be a bit drained…he might ask why. And so I can deliver.” Wild’s voice is taunting, as the Champion keeps his cheeky smile. The horrified look on Hyrule’s face must be amusing.

“Please…I can’t stand a lecture from the old man,” the traveler whines. “I’ll speak for myself…”

Just like he did before when getting Wild to agree to his little trick, he gazes up at the Champion with his puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay…fine.” Wild luckily gives in. “This can stay between you and me. But you have to promise to never pull a stunt like this again.”

Hyrule huffs. Aw, man. He loves messing around with Wild…but he would rather escape the wrath of the entire Chain and their lecturing. Especially Time.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Good.” Wild gestures to Hyrule’s injured body. “Now heal yourself up, Rulie.”

With a sigh, the traveler closes his eyes as he feels the familiar warm glow of his magic, slowly placing his hands on each of his wounds to close them. Soon the pain fades away and strength returns to his body.

[lavendarlily]

13 for Pitch Pearl or Swagger Bishie if you're feeling really spicy fhdjjs

OK YA THIS ONE A LIL SPICY I HAVE OFFICIALLY SINNed (giving it like an M rating)

putting it under the cut + bonus doodle

13. linking hands together during sex

He’d never been drunk before, but if he had to guess, it had nothing on what he felt right now. Phantom was senseless looking down at his human. He couldn’t think straight; every thought was hitting him at once, and he couldn’t decide whether to ravish or worship the boy before him.

Maybe he could do both. 

He was straddling Danny on top of Danny’s bed. Phantom brought a finger to the boy’s face and stroked his cheek, fascinated by the red that bloomed against his pale complexion. He leaned down and began softly kissing from the ear down the jawline, then captured Danny’s mouth with a kiss. Arms moved up his back, pulling him in closer. They traveled up his spine and into his hair, the sensation causing him to chuckle into his lover’s mouth.

Phantom drew from Danny’s lips and began making his way down Danny’s neck. A nip there, a tender kiss there; he was no stranger to Danny’s body and how he could elicit those beautiful noises of pleasure. Sure enough, a small moan escaped from his throat as Phantom bit down gently on his pulse. His core sang as he drank up Danny’s gratification. 

They were both shirtless at this point, and Phantom pulled back to admire Danny’s flushed skin, the freckles that dotted his chest that he could draw constellations from, the uncovered piece of flesh that sat over his beating heart, leaving it beautifully vulnerable. 

“Is there something wrong?” Danny asked, as Phantom had ceased their activity to trace lines across Danny’s collarbone, around his pectorals, and back up towards his shoulders. 

Phantom cocked his head, half-lidded eyes still glued to Danny’s chest. “Just admiring.” 

“I’m not that interesting,” Danny mumbled. 

“Darling, you are the most beautiful thing to walk among the stars, if they are so lucky to feel your footsteps upon them.” Phantom pushed back a lock of loose hair that framed Danny’s face. He was instantly amused by the pool of red that appeared across the boy’s body. In this state of undress, there was no hiding. 

He descended again onto Danny’s neck, making his way down to his chest, stopping to nuzzle where Danny’s heart lay. Phantom continued down his torso, to his lower abdomen, sliding his body down the bed as his kisses trailed further south. A hand grabbed at Phantom’s hair, tugging him back up. The ghost followed its pull until his lips found Danny’s once again.

“Did you not like that?” Phantom whispered in between movements. 

“Mmph, just wanted to kiss you,” Danny replied, taking the lead this time, nibbling at his partner’s lower lip before slipping his tongue past the ghost’s chilled lips.

While Phantom was fine with letting Danny take control of the kiss, he let his hand travel downard past Danny’s waistband and gave the other boy a firm squeeze. He smirked as Danny gasped into his mouth.

Danny’s hands briefly left Phantom’s body as he hurriedly disposed of his jeans and boxers, and getting lost in his excitement, Phantom did the same. Their bodies found each other once more, Phantom not hesitating to resume where they’d left off, and continued his movements until his human was so lost to his touch he was no longer able to return the kiss. 

Phantom became enamored with the way his chin tipped up, jaw slacked, eyes closed, how his dark eyelashes contrasted against the white of his skin. It was too easy to get lost in moments like this, and while normally Phantom was able to catch himself, he found his desire eating away at his self control. 

He released his grip on Danny, and moved his hand to his thigh, pushing it aside to create a space for him to settle between the boy’s legs. Phantom pulled his torso back so he could grab at Danny’s hips, and gave an experimental thrust forward. He felt the body beneath him stiffen, and paused. 

“Danny?” He lifted his head to properly look at his partner, whose expression had shifted from bliss to discomfort. 

Danny licked his lips, exhaling a warm puff of air that met Phantom’s face. 

“I’m sorry love, I shouldn't have assumed…” He began pulling himself off the other boy’s body.

Danny’s eyes widened, and grabbed Phantom’s arm to keep him from leaving. “Wait, no. I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to, like, do that, but…”  

“But?” 

The lust clouding Phantom’s judgment cleared, as the sour taste of Danny’s unease washed over him. It was almost physically painful to see Danny so uncomfortable, especially it being at Phantom’s own hands. He felt terrible. 

“But what if you don’t want me after?” 

His eyes darted around, and Phantom could hear his heartbeat rattling away in its cage.

The ghost stared fondly down at the boy beneath him, and cupped his cheek. “Daniel. Darling. Why would you ever think that?” 

“I’m sorry, it’s stupid.” His eyes still wouldn’t meet Phantom’s as he spoke his deflection. 

“Danny, your feelings are never stupid. You are such a wonder to me, and I am so lucky to have found a soul as beautiful as yours. Truly, no one else could have helped me form after our accident. I will always have a part of you, as you will always have a part of me.”

He leaned back in towards Danny, kissing a different part of his face between each word. “I. Love. You. So. Much.” Slowly, the body beneath him relaxed. 

“I’m a little scared,” it whispered. 

“We don’t have to.”

“I know. But I want to.”

“We can stop at any time, love. I’m right here,” he reassured, and reached for one of Danny’s hands, linking their fingers together. 

“Okay.”

doing drabbles from this ask game!

[missywritesfor7]

🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 15: Bright Light ||

I feel like I’m in a dream. More like a fever dream. My entire body is burning up and I start to think something is wrong with me. No way I’m still feeling the effects of that one drink, am I?

I open my eyes to darkness taking a moment to remember where I am. My phone is still in my back pocket, and when I look at it I see that its 2:13 am. Jimin is still sound asleep next to me.

I start to realize I’m probably so hot because I fell asleep in this sweater dress that I never wear. It’s nice and cozy for the cooler weather, but it’s miserable to sleep in.

After laying there for a moment I decide to just take the thing off. I might have a heat stroke if I don’t. I feel much better and less sweaty and fall right back to sleep.

It feels like I was only asleep for about 10 minutes, but when I open my eyes again the sun is shining through the window. When my vision clears I meet eyes with Jimin who’s looking at me with a sweet smile.

“Morning,” he says moving a few locks of my wild hair from in front of my face.

“Morning,” I smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than ever.” He places a hand on my hip and pulls me in a little closer to him. His eyes travel up and down my body and lands back on my face. “What happened to your sweater?”

“I was burning up in the night so I took it off so I wouldn’t sweat to death,” I chuckle.

“Sorry,” he says shyly. “I can turn the fan on.”

“No it’s ok, you don’t need to do that. I’m just going to get hot again being next to you, and that’s fine with me.” I snuggle as close as I can to him and place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I guess I’ll be staying in bed all day then.” He smiles and holds me tight making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“What about breakfast?”

“I have you for breakfast.”

“Oh my god,” I laugh giving him a quick peck on the lips. “That was so cheesy, but you’re so cute.”

“Whatever makes you smile,” he says returning my kiss.

What makes me smile is every part of him, and maybe I’m a bit greedy. When he pulls back I chase his lips for more showing him just how hungry I am. As cheesy as his little line was, he’s right, I have him for breakfast and that’s all I need.

No cereal, oatmeal, eggs, or bacon, just him. Tasting so sweet against my taste buds. I don’t need coffee because his touch does much more for me than a cup of caffeine.

I haven’t felt this feeling before. The feeling of wanting to give everything I have to someone. The feeling of security from being in the arms of someone I truly believe won’t take me for granted. I want to give him all of me.

I find myself rolling on top of him and straddling his waist. I can’t stop tasting him, I want to explore every corner of his mouth until it’s committed to memory. The feeling of his hands on my bare skin sliding up my back gives me a feeling of euphoria that I wish I could hold on to forever.

A loud crash coming from the kitchen startles us both out of our blissful fog. I hide my face in Jimin’s neck and he gasps before chuckling.

“I guess Hoseok is trying to make breakfast,” Jimin whispers with a giggle.

“Does he have to scare the entire neighborhood to do it?” I ask laughing into his neck.

Just as I say that another crash comes from the kitchen. We both chuckle into each other before deciding to go help Hoseok with whatever he seems to be having trouble with.

“I should probably put a shirt on first, huh?” I say remembering that my sweater is tossed somewhere on the floor.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Can I have this one?” I smile sitting up in his lap and tugging at the hem of the shirt he’s wearing.

“You can have whatever you want,” he smiles.

“Be careful, I’ll walk out of here with everything,” I laugh while boldly pulling his shirt over his head and slipping it over my frame.

“Aisshhh!!” Hoseok yells from the kitchen.

“Let’s go before he hurts himself,” Jimin laughs.

We both roll out of the bed and emerge from Jimin’s room to find Hoseok in the kitchen looking completely frazzled.

“Morning,” I say stepping into the kitchen. “You sound like you need some help.”

“Mina!” Hoseok says a bit startled. He takes a look at me wearing Jimin’s shirt, then turns to Jimin who’s standing there shirtless and raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were here. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s ok,” I smile. “We were already awake.”

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks.

“Trying to make breakfast,” Hoseok responds.

“Were you fighting with it?”

“Shut up,” Hoseok chuckles. “I wanted to try making French toast, but it’s not working out as well as I hoped.” He gestures towards the counter where he has a bowl of egg mixture and some bits of bread swimming in it.

We all have a laugh at Hoseok’s cute mess. We pitch in to help him out and save his sinking culinary ship. He breathes a sigh of relief and thanks us for our assistance.

I put Jimin and Hoseok on prep duty and I take over the stove. Out of the three of us it seems I have the most cooking knowledge which is a bit surprising because I don’t cook all that often. Then again my roommate is Jin and I’m almost convinced he’s had some formal culinary training at some point. I guess I’ve picked up some know how from him.

We work great together with our breakfast assembly line. They get all of the bread ready as I continue cooking them in batches on the inconveniently small pan. Hoseok then turns his attention to cutting up some fruit, and Jimin prepares the last of the eggs to be scrambled once I’m done with the toast.

“When did you get home last night?” Jimin asks Hoseok as we’re all focused on our individual tasks.

“After midnight? Something like that,” Hoseok says with much uncertainty.

“Why do you sound so unsure?” I chuckled.

“You did it again, didn’t you?”

“No,” Hoseok replies trying to hide his face.

“Did what?” I ask wanting in on the secret.

“Nothing,” Hoseok says quickly.

“He let his crew get him drunk again,” Jimin laughs. “What happened this time?”

“Nothing we just played some games.”

“Was it another scary game?”

“They said it was supposed to be fun!!”

“Hoseok are you telling me you’re afraid of some little scary games?” I ask laughing at how red his face is. I had no idea he was such a chicken.

“That wasn’t a normal scary game!”

“That’s what you always say,” Jimin laughs.

“Pay attention to the food, will you?” Hoseok says waving us off and trying to keep his face hidden.

We continue laughing at his expense and I pull the last piece of toast from the pan. I grab a few paper towels to wipe out the pan, because for some reason these guys only own one pan. They are unbelievable.

As I’m wiping the pan out my hand slips and makes contact with the incredibly hot bottom. I’ve burned myself many times before so it’s not the worst I’ve felt, but I still yelp loudly in pain holding the base of my palm where it made contact with the pan.

It takes a moment for my senses to return to me and remind me that I should run cold water on it, but once I make that realization Jimin has already rushed me over to the sink and is holding my hand under the faucet.

“Are you ok?” He asks with much concern.

“Yeah I’ll be fine. Just stings a bit.” I wince as the cool water continues running over my red palm.

“Keep it under the water a few more minutes. I’ll get some bandages to wrap it in.” He leaves the kitchen and goes into his room.

“I’m fine, really,” I say to Hoseok who’s looking at me wide eyed as if he just watched me turn into a ghost right before his eyes.

“Good. If you say so,” he says with a sigh of relief.

“I am,” I chuckle. “I’ve burned myself worse doing my hair. Doesn’t make this hurt much less though.”

“So…what were you two up to last night?” He asks with a whisper as if he trying to share a secret.

“We went out to eat with Tae and Taylor, then came back here and passed out. That’s pretty much it.”

“Tae and Taylor? So they really are together?”

“How do you know?”

“Taylor won’t shut up about him class,” Hoseok laughs. “When I asked them if they were together they turned red and didn’t give me a straight answer. So cute.”

“They are cute,” I laugh.

“Who’s that?” Jimin asks returning with a handful of ointment and bandages.

“TayTae,” I chuckle.

“And you two,” Hoseok says.

“Who two?” I ask.

“You two,” Hoseok laughs pointing at Jimin and I.

“You think we’re cute?” Jimin asks with a proud smile.

Hoseok playfully rolls his eyes. “You two weren’t…in the middle of anything were you? I didn’t interrupt…anything?” He asks chuckling nervously.

“You think I give it up after just one date?” Jimin asks while rubbing ointment on my hand. “What kind of person do you think I am?”

“Oh my god,” I say in embarrassment. “We weren’t doing anything.”

“Except making out.”

“Jimin!”

“Sorry,” he giggles while wrapping my hand in gauze.

“I don’t need to know anything else,” Hoseok chuckles. “I’m just glad you two are finally…whatever it is that you are.”

“She’s mine,” Jimin says proudly.

“Took long enough.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.

“Go sit down,” Jimin says chuckling and guiding me out of the kitchen. “I’ll finish up.”

He gets me to have a seat on the couch and returns to the kitchen to finish off our breakfast. Once he’s done he and Hoseok join me on the couch with our plates.

Jimin insists on feeding me since my burn is on my dominant hand, he doesn’t want me to aggravate it by using a fork. I’m ok to use a fork, the burn is so minor I’ll likely forget about it in a couple of hours. Jimin isn’t convinced though. Hoseok has to scold him a bit before he finally lightens up and let’s me feed myself.

Jimin is quite protective, he keeps an eye on me as I finish my breakfast and takes my plate to the kitchen despite my legs not being impaired. Hoseok only laughs and retreats to his room once he’s done eating.

Jimin holds my hand rubbing it gently to soothe whatever pain he thinks I’m experiencing.

“I told you I’m fine,” I smile. “I probably won’t even feel it anymore soon.”

“Are you sure?” He asks with his bottom lip starting to poke out. “I just don’t want you to be hurt.”

“You’re such a sweetie. Yes I’m sure I’m ok. Don’t worry.”

“I just have to be sure,” he says lightly kissing my bandaged palm.

He’s sweet. Incredibly sweet. From keeping an eye on my hand regardless of how many times I say I’m ok, to keeping me well fed with snacks and goodies through the week as I stress study for finals.

It doesn’t take long before people on campus find out Jimin and I are together now. What I didn’t realize was that people had already thought we were together so it was no surprise to anyone.

Everyone is feeling the pressure as finals week begins, but we all planned to get together once it’s all over. Jimin and I, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin, JK, and TayTae. Jimin also invited Yoongi, but I’m not expecting him to show, he’s nice but he’s also a bit of a hermit.

We’ll all be going our separate ways for the holidays so Saturday night is the one time we’ll be able to hangout before we all leave. Jimin’s brother was going to pick him up to take him home, but since we’re going to the same town anyway I offered to drive him home and save his brother the trip. Plus I’ll get 2 hours in the car with him before we split to spend time with our families.

I don’t want to seem clingy by wanting to see him while he’s with his family, but still he assured me that if I want to see him at any time I can call him whenever. I don’t want to get in the way but it’s still nice to know that I can see my boyfriend if I need an escape from my crazy family.

When Saturday comes we’re all relieved to be done with the semester. Jin offered up our apartment as the hangout spot for everyone since he’s such a gracious host. I just wish he had talked to me about it first. I don’t mind, I just don’t like having to clean up afterwards. Maybe I can beat him at a game of rock, paper, scissors and have him do all of the cleaning.

Everyone comes by bringing various drinks and foods for us to enjoy. To my surprise even Yoongi shows up with a bottle of whiskey. As it turns out that’s all he needs to come out of his shell and become the life of the party.

Tae is the DJ for the evening and it seems Yoongi enjoys just about every song that comes on. He dances and jokes around with everyone as his face gets more flushed as the night goes on.

I also learned that tipsy Hoseok is a bit quieter than sober Hoseok. For a moment I thought he was in another dimension until Jimin snuck up and scared him half to death, to the amusement of the rest of us.

Tipsy Taylor is stuck to Tae like their life depends on it, and Tae is loving every second of it. They’re in their own little world dancing across the floor and clearly no longer interested in keeping their relationship a secret from the rest of the world. Either that or they’re just comfortable enough with everyone here. Either way, I’m happy that they’re having a good time.

Tipsy Jin is the most entertaining. He’s already incredibly charismatic sober, but when he’s been drinking he’s 100 times more fun. The jokes flow out of him so easily and he always knows how to find a way to bring everyone to tears from laughing so hard.

It’s even more entertaining to see him and a tipsy JK playing random games and being chaotic together. Jin keeps trying to arm wrestle JK, who practices martial arts for fun, but Jin never plays fair. Always trying to distract JK or do something that’s clearly cheating by anyone’s standards.

Tipsy Namjoon is incredibly chill. He’s much less chaotic than everyone else here when he’s drinking. He simply enjoys his surroundings and laughs along with everyone else. The only difference is his tipsy volume is much louder. When he laughs it’s like the entire city can hear him. Not only that, but I think it’s funny that a lot of his laughter is thanks to Yoongi and his impromptu karaoke session, complete with choreography and air drumming.

Jimin doesn’t stray too far from my side. He’s very affectionate and playful when he’s drinking. More so than usual. Even with a little teasing from the others he doesn’t seem to care. His focus, and his hands, are on me the entire night and I’m loving every moment of it.

We party and have a great time well into the night until one by one everyone starts heading home. Since I’m driving Jimin home tomorrow he stays the night with me.

JK also stays the night sleeping on our couch. He and Jin will be around a couple of more days before going home so they’ll be working on a highlight reel for Jin. Seems JK has gotten a lot of footage of Jin acting as well as hosting various events. I don’t know if he’s trying to act in dramas or host variety shows, but either way he’s got plenty of experience.

The next morning Jimin helps me pack up some clothes and a few things I’ll be taking home with me that I don’t need crowding my tiny space in this apartment. It’s amazing how much stuff I accumulate over the course of a semester.

After packing my things and saying goodbye to Jin and JK I take Jimin back to his place so he can get his things packed. I’m surprised that Hoseok is awake when we get there, I was sure he’d probably still be asleep and hungover. He’s leaving later in the afternoon but wants to clean the entire place before he goes stating that he doesn’t like coming back to a messy home. I can’t blame him, but I’m way too lazy for all of that.

Once Jimin is all packed and ready to go we say goodbye to Hoseok and begin our two hour journey home. Jimin plays DJ and we sing our lungs out for nearly the entire trip. We laugh and snack on some goodies we brought along for the ride.

Having him in the car makes the drive so much more fun. Having him in my life makes my days so much more brighter.

[statementlou]

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[kermitkrqb]

Muse || Xavier Thorpe x reader

A/N: Do you guys prefer him with his hair up or down? I’m leaning more towards down but, he’s fine either way 😼

What to expect: Gender neutral reader, friends to lovers, make out, suggestive, idk things just escalated lmao, !!!!NO SPOILERS IN THIS FIC!!!!

You had been stuck in the same position for what felt like forever as you sat on the assigned wooden stool. Your arms felt tense and you could could feel yourself twitching. The long haired brunette in front of you chuckled, “Quit squirming. Just 5 more minutes, ok?” You whined, “You said that just before!” Xavier smirked, “This time I’m telling the truth. I’m almost done just hold that pose.” If it was anyone else you would have got up and walked away but, you had quite the soft spot for Xavier. You weren’t sure how you felt about it, or maybe you were just in denial. You first met Xavier Thorpe at the start of the year, sharing the class of botanical sciences with Ms Thornhill when the only available seat was next to him. It didn’t take long for him to befriend you, admiring your passion towards botany as well as art. You gazed at the long haired boy in front of you, watching as his brows furrowed with concentration, his slender fingers at work sketching you, and the sun shining on him just right. You could watch him all day. Xavier of course noticed your staring, secretly basking in your gaze. He noticed everything. His signature smirk found its way onto his face, “Done staring?”

Your mouth fell agape, cheeks flushed at the embarrassment of being caught, “Shut up.” The brunette only grinned wider in response. You cleared your throat collecting yourself, “Are you finally done?” Xavier simply nodded, beckoning you to come look at his sketch. He looked away, suddenly shy as you gasped in response to his artwork. It was stunning, his line work was precise capturing your entire essence, the shadows in his work adding depth to your face. It was perfect. You looked over at the suddenly shy boy, your hand cupping his narrow chin, gently guiding him to look at you. “Xavier Thorpe,” he loved it when you said his name, “you have truly out done yourself. This is perfect.” A soft smile graced his face, “Really?” You held eye contact with his green eyes, “Really.” His lanky arms snaked around your waist pulling you closer from where he sat, “It’s all thanks to my muse.” Your breath hitched from the close proximity, internally cursing yourself as you reminded yourself it was only a friendship. But you found yourself desperately craving more.

A playful grin breaks out on your lips, “Oh yeah? You better be grateful!” Thorpe smirks in return, “I can find better ways to show my gratitude.” The two of you dangerously dangled over the lines of friendship and romance, your heart beating sickeningly quick. Your voice dropped to a soft whisper as you cupped his face, “Then show me.” Xavier lets out a groan at your words, craving you just as desperately. Unbeknownst to you, Thorpe’s had his eyes on you the moment you walked into Thornhill’s class, kicking out Ajax from his seat as you scanned the room lost. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” The long haired brunette leaned in capturing your lips in a kiss you were more than happy to return. His arms pulling you flush against him as he guided you onto his lap straddling him. As you kissed, one of your hands travelled to his hair tugging gently as he whined into your mouth. You took a mental note of course.

You pulled away to catch your breath but, Xavier wasn’t quite done with you yet. His lips trailed down from yours, moving to your jaw and onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder sucking harsh enough to leave a mark as you groaned beneath him before soothing it with a kiss. You were gasping against him as he marked your neck over and over before he met your lips again. There was no fight for dominance as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, that boy would honestly let you do anything to him. You ran your hands through his hair once more as he groaned until the two of you finally pulled away. You gave him one more peck, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Xavier raises his eyebrows smirking slightly, “Oh yeah? You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that!” You grin, “Winner gets a kiss.” He pulls you closer staring at your lips, “Can’t argue with that.”

[taraprince]

the nsfw abcs are so good 😩 can u do one for mello please 🙏

❗️nsfw warning❗️

OFC I CAN 🤭🤭 i’m so glad you like them <33

// GN reader, might mention pussy once it twice i don’t remember//

MELLO NSFW ABCS ~

A (aftercare) - mello isnt exactly the greatest at showing affection, but he tries his best to assure your comfort after sex, especially because he knows he can be rough sometimes all the time

B (bottom or top) - hes happy with anything as long as hes getting laid. If you wanna ride him, then be his guest. If you want him to tower over you while he fucks you stupid, hes fine with that too.

C (cum) - most of the time, he tries to pull out before he cums; however if you ask him to cum inside you he’ll obey without hesitation. He doesnt like wearing a condom, he wants to feel your heat right up against him, but he’ll do so if you ask him to <3 oh my god hes so pretty when he cums, shouting your name as his stomach flexes and his hair falls in front of his face ahhh.

D (dress up) - he doesnt mind dressing up for you, but he goes absolutely feral when you dress up for him. If There's anything that gets him hard fast, its you straddling his lap in a skimpy lace set he got for you that points out your curves so beautifully.

E (experience) - though he's a god at what he does, he actually doesn't have a lot of experience. Once he got out of Wammys, he never really got with another person before, making you his first time (which just makes his love for you even stronger)

F (fav position) - he loves loves lovessss having you ride him. He adores how prettily your thighs and chest bounce as you try to take all of him inside you. It drives him insane when he sees how your face contorts so lewdly before you cum all over him. “Cmon, you can take all of me, yeah? I know you can, just a little lower~”

G (goofy) - he’s pretty focused and serious during sex, and youll never really find yourself laughing; however sometimes he purposefully uses cheesy pick up lines when the tension is thick and you cant help but giggle a little.

H (hair) - he has a little bit of stubble down there, but he tried to keep it maintained. He doesnt really care a lot, he just wants to keep himself presentable for you. He doesnt mind what you do, if you dont want to shave then thats fine by him. Sex is sex, whether theres hair or not.

I (intimacy) - hes a bit more rough than passionate, but he does know how to make the knot in your stomach twist and turn. Every so often, when you two are having sex he’ll slow down and tell you how much he really loves you and how much he loves seeing you stuffed with his fat cock

J (jack off) - oh my god constantly. As much as he wants to take him time with you and do unspeakable things, hes just so busy with kira and near on his back all the time, so he doesnt have a lot of free time. He often resorts to pleasuring himself to the thought of how pretty and tight you are for him.

K (kink) - besides constant praise (and a hint of degradation if your needy), hes pretty vanilla. Hes definitely covered you in chocolate and licked it off you a few times, but thats only on special occasions. If he ever walked in on you with your hands tied behind your back (dont ask how its possible ok let me dream) and presented so openly for him, he’d go wild, losing almost all of his self control.

L (location) - if you want to fuck him, it doesnt matter where you two are, he’ll do it. His personal favorite out of all the places you two have done it at is on his couch at work. He loves the rush it gives him thinking of one of his dear coworkers walking in and seeing how good you can be for him and only him.

M (massage) - since he cant always be intimate with you, he often gives you massages because thats close enough, right? He really goes crazy for any type of skin to skin touch you two have because hes a man whore

N (no) - he seen and done it all really, or it feels that way at least. He cant really think of anything he wouldnt do; as long as your happy hes happy. He knows he doesnt show it very well, but he really does care a lot about you.

O (oral) - god he loves it when you sit on his face. The feeling of your plush thighs squishing his face can just make him cum over and over, but he keeps his composure so he can enjoy it a bit longer. Hes also such a fucking whore for you when you give him head. Bucking his hips, gripping your hair tightly, telling you over and over how fucking amazing your mouth feels around him. You two have for sure 69d on multiple occasions.

P (pace) - he adores roughly pounding into you (or guiding your hips quickly up and down), seeing your face twist and mewl at how good his dick feels. If you ask him to slow down, he’ll just go faster until you cum and your body goes limp.

Q (quickie) - lovess them. Yes, he loves being able to fully worship your body properly, but he just doesnt have time. he often has you against the wall of his office, rattling the wall with how hard hes rutting into you.

R (risk) - all for it 100%. Though he very protective of you, he loves the idea of fucking you silly in public with the high chance that someone could see or hear. Hes for sure fingered you in a restaurant before, and he had to remind you to keep quiet before someone heard you moaning like such a slut. “Fuck, your so loud and im only using my fingers. If your good and keep quiet for me, when we get home i’ll give you more. Sound good~?”

S (stamina) - he usually lasts about 3-4 rounds. Hes a tough man, but you make him weak in his knees when you open up so willingly for him, just begging him to ruin you from the inside out.

T (toys) - he owns a pair of handcuffs, a vibrater, and probably a ball gag. He thinks you look like a sexy fucking god/goddess when he uses his toys on you, with you squirming and mewling under him while he fucks you silly with just a few pieces of plastic and rubber.

U (unfair) - he’ll tease you with his words constantly, but once you two are in bed he cant help but just tear you apart, no time to mess around. “I see you over there getting off to my voice, rubbing your pretty thighs together. Why dont you just come over here and spread them open for me to play with, hm~?”

V (volume) - hes loud and proud. He almost WANTS people to hear how good hes getting it. He whimpers and moans when he cums, groans and mewls when you take control over his tired body (his sounds alone could make you cum over and over, and he knows it)

W (wild card) - mellos kind of a secluded guy, and as much as you think you know everything about him, theres always gonna be something that hes keeping secret. Which is exactly why it surprised you when he subtly mentioned his desire to be covered in hickies and love bites. Of course, he got what he wanted (and you may have escaped with 1 or 2 or 5 of his own marks across your body)

X (xray) - hes pretty average length, about 8, maybe 8.5 inches, but he still manages to drive you absolutely feral with the way he fucks you.

Y (yearning) - hes a raging manwhore and nothing anyone says can change my mind about that. Your always on his mind, your pretty lips both of them,your plush thighs that feel like cotton candy in his hands; he can daydream forever. You two usually have full on sex (not counting quickies) about 3-4 times a week.

Z (zzz) - hes out quick when you two are finished. Hes tired after a long few hours of countless orgasms <3

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AN: AH i love doing these sm 🤭 can you tell i went with a theme on this one🙏 THX FOR THE ASK I RLY APPRECIATE IT💍💍💍🫶🫶🫶

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

You Make It Easy

Jake Kiszka X Fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

I know I don't usually put a summary, but I wanted to on this one. This fic is about Jake finding out his partner has pain during sex and how he reacts. I chose to write this because it was something I personally hadn't seen written about yet. With it being something I myself and many other people struggle with I wanted to make a fic about it. I hope you all enjoy, its much softer than my normal fics. xoxo

Warnings: unprotected sex, talk of pain during intercourse, lots of emotions, talk of an uncaring ex, I think thats it.

You smiled down at Jake as you caught your breath. He had just coaxed an orgasm from you with his sinful tongue and talented fingers. He slowly crawled up your body, kissing your belly and chest as he did, his rosy lips swollen slightly from going down on you. He reached your face and caressed it, pulling you into a sloppy kiss as he rutted his cock against your entrance,

"Flip over for me?" He asked, tapping your hip. You nodded, knowing what position he wanted, it was one of his favorites. You laid flat on your stomach, legs only slightly apart. You felt his legs on either side of yours as he straddled your thighs. With both hands on your ass he pressed in. You took a sharp intake of breath as he reached the hilt.

That sharp pain, maybe it was a fluke, you thought to yourself. It had been so long since you had been in pain during sex. You waited in anticipation for him to start moving. You knew immediately after the first thrust it was in fact, not a fluke. You squinted your eyes shut and gripped the sheets. He would be finished soon, you could take it. But then, his hips stopped,

"Hey," He said softly, leaning down to brush some hair away from your face, "Are you ok?"

"Mhmm" You nodded, trying to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall,

"You're sure?" He questioned again, you nodded. "Ok.." His words trailed off and he pressed in again, you felt your body tense, it wasn't even intentional and Jake caught it too. He immediately pulled out and sat next to you on the bed, flipping you to look at him, "You're not ok. Whats going on," He asked, tone full of concern as his eyes scanned your face and body.

"I-it just hurts a little, but I'm fine" You stuttered out, trying to avoid eye contact as you fidgeted with the comforter you were both seated on. "'Really we can keep going-"

"It hurts?" he asked, reaching out to place his and on your thigh, not in a sexual way but in a loving way. "Does-does it always hurt and I never noticed?" his face fell as his eyes focused on yours, silver lining them at the thought of even hurting you a little. You could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him,

"No! No," You quickly reassured him, reaching out to hold his face. "I promise, this is the first time its hurt with you," he nodded gently, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Was it something I did?" his voice was still so quiet and small,

"No, babe" You pulled him down to where he was laying next to you, pulling the comforter over you both. "Remember I told you about my PCOS?" He rested his head on your chest, his hand wandering down and settling over your lower belly,

"Yeah, I thought that just made you have more pain during your period?" He asked, not trying to disprove you or belittle the condition, but just asking for clarification.

"Usually yes, but sometimes I have these flare ups" you paused trying to figure out how to explain it. "I have these flare ups where it's just kind of a dull pain on my ovary all the time for a few days or maybe a week. I noticed my right side hurting a little earlier, but had thought it was just because my period is next week. I guess I was wrong and I'm having a flare" He bit the inside of his cheek as he listened, nodding at appropriate times.

"What does it feel like?"

You were quiet for a moment, no one had really asked you that before, asked you any of this.

"Uh, it kind of feels like a sharp, stabbing pain right here" You placed his hand over the spot, right next to your hip bone, "But sometimes it hurts down there too" He rubbed his hand softly over the spot,

"And you were just going to let me keep going?" He asked, looking up to you with his brows furrowed,

"I mean, I could have handled it-" You started, rambling and talking with your hands because you felt he was irritated with you, "When my ex-"

"Baby," He stopped you, sitting back up and gently taking both of your hands to fix your attention back on him, stopping your racing mind. "He just kept going, didn't he?"

You swallowed hard as you felt those tears once again welling in your eyes.

"It was fine." You choked out. It was a lie, and Jake knew it.

"No, thats not fine." He pulled you into his lap, "Sex is supposed to be fun and pleasurable for both parties, not just one. The fact that he just kept going, knowing you were in pain, just so he could get off" He shook his head, jaw clenched. "God, that makes me fucking furious" You heard the crack in his voice and knew that even thinking about this had him emotional on so many levels.

"Jake," you soothed, pulling him out of that thought process, "I have you now, and you knew immediately something was wrong. You stopped and checked in, and I promise I'm ok," he nodded as he pulled you to his chest.

"Y/n please, please always tell me if it hurts. I'm not going to get mad, or upset or anything like that, you know that" He petted your hair,

"I know..I just..I like getting you off too. Just because I am in pain doesnt mean I'm not still extremely turned on, and I know it sounds crazy but sometimes I just feel like dealing with the pain is worth it to make you-" you felt your cheeks blush as you spoke, sneaking your hand down to his hip.

"No, it's not worth it." His stern tone changed into a cheeky one, "Plus, there are plenty of other ways you can make me cum love, you know that"

"Oh yeah? Whats your favorite?" You asked, moving your hand to grip his length. He groaned as you started to stroked him

"Join me in the shower and I'll show you" He grinned as he pressed a quick kiss to your neck, standing and making his way to the bathroom, his cock bobbing in the air.

---Time jump of a few months---

You stood on your tippy toes, trying to get closer to the bathroom mirror as you applied your mascara. You and Jake had plans for a night out, probably bar hopping. You heard the bathroom door creak open, a small smile playing on your lips as Jake came in and caught you in your current state. You hadn't gotten dressed yet, so you were just in your panties and a lacy bralette. His eyes had locked onto your mostly bare figure as he walked up behind you. He placed his hands on your hips, his crotch against your ass.

"Well don't you look pretty," He said as he leaned forward and kissed your shoulder. He was in his jeans he loved so much, and a black linen shirt with a few buttons done. "I feel very overdressed now" he smiled against you. You continued with your mascara, giggling when the kisses started to linger, and travel up your neck. You could feel him getting hard as he rubbed himself against your ass.

"Jake," You laughed, "We have plans"

"We have loose plans" He corrected, mumbling against your skin as his hands trailed up and groped your breasts, "Come on baby, just a quickie...you look too good I won't make it all night" he pulled your bralette down and exposed your breasts, taking your nipples between his fingers and toying with them. You moaned softly as he rutted his hips into you. You stood, leaning back against him, craning your neck for him.

"Just a quickie?" You asked,

"Mhmm" He moved a hand down your body, slipping it into your panties to find your clit, "Bend you over the counter and fuck you right here," your head fell back against his shoulder as his fingers circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, "Hows that sound?"

"So good" You replied through a breathy moan, the wetness quickly building between your legs. You had no idea how this man always managed to turn you on within .2 seconds flat, but he did. Your eyes met his through the mirror, silently begging him to get on with it.

"I think so too" he removed his hands from you and slipped your panties down your legs, placing his hand in the center of your back and coaxing you to lean forward over the sink. Your heart was racing as you waited for him to take off his pants, the sudden desperate need for him taking over your body. He ran his fingers through your folds, spreading the wetness just a little, and then he was sliding into you.

'Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck', you thought internally as you gripped the edge of the counter, hissing through your teeth. Jakes movement stalled instantly.

"It hurts?" He was looking at you in the mirror, eyes wide as he waited for your response. This was the first time it had happened since the initial time. You thought quickly about how to respond, you knew you couldn't fool him, but you didn't want to stop. You quickly reached back and grabbed his hips, keeping him pulled to you, inside you

"Please don't stop I-" You stumbled over your words, "I'll be fine, I can take it, I want you so bad please don't-"

"If it hurts I-" He started

"Please!" You sounded unnecessarily frantic, but it was mostly frustration. "It's my body, you don't get to just decide whats good for-"

"Y/n!" He cut you off, giving your hips a squeeze "Would you just shut up and listen for a second" His words weren't meant to be rude, but he needed to get your attention.

Your throat stung, already on the verge of tears because of how annoyed with your body you were. You were mad, tired of dealing with this. Tired of something that is supposed to be amazing and comfortable causing you pain. Tired of having to deny yourself and your partner because of it.

"After last time, I did some research" He paused, taking in your hopeful reaction through the reflection, "I looked up people who had your condition and what their solutions were. I found that they have certain positions that aren't supposed to hurt, or hurt as much,"

You were at a loss of words. Your heart swelled as you looked at him. Hearing the sincerity and caring in his words. His hands were now over yours, carefully removing them from his hips. He removed himself and turned you to face him, taking your hands in his and rubbing the backs of them with his thumb

"So, if you really want to keep going, for yourself, not for me-"

"Yes," You answered eagerly,

"But, you have to be honest with me, got it?" He took your chin in his hand, giving you a serious look, "I mean it, if you are still in pain we can try something else"

"Ok, I swear" you assured him. He took a deep breath, kissing you on the forehead before leading you into the bedroom.

"Mind if I take this off?" He motioned to your bralette, "I don't think we are going anywhere tonight after all" The corner of his mouth twitching up while he waited for your response. You rolled your eyes playfully and nodded. He pulled it over your shoulders and placed it on the dresser. When he stepped back to you, he wrapped his hand around to the small of your back and brought you chest to chest with him, tilting your head back and capturing your lips in a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the kissed deepened, tongues pressing into each other's mouths, swallowing each other's quiet moans. You were dripping down your thighs at this point. You tried to move for the bed but he didn't budge,

"Jake" You groaned as you broke the kiss, "Come on"

"We are going to take this slow, so stop rushing baby," He moved his kisses to your neck, "Plus I read that it helps if you are really turned on"

"Ok, well mission accomplished Jacob," You said, guiding his hand between your legs. He huffed a laugh and started walking you backwards to the bed. The back of your knees hit the mattress and you sat,

"Listen, I just want to make my girl feel good, alright?" he knelt in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs as he kissed at your chest and stomach, "I'm going to make you cum regardless, but I know you want to be fucked, so we are going to figure that out ok? Even if it takes all night" The calm confidence in his statement only had you getting hotter,

"I want you to finish too Jake-" you replied as he started laying you back on the bed,

"I'm not important right now" He hovered over you, "But I'll cum, you always make sure I do. And its not that hard, sometimes I could cum just from hearing you, or tasting you, and once that warm little pussy is around me-" He stopped, groaning as he sucked a mark onto your neck, "Lay on your side baby"

You obliged and Jake positioned himself behind you, like you were spooning. He had one arm under your neck, doing the grabby hands motion so you would put your hand in his. His other hand was around the base of his cock, ready to guide it in when you were ready. He placed more kisses to your shoulder, and then nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck,

"Are you ready baby?" He asked softly, between the warm open mouthed kisses.

"Yes, I've been ready" you whined. Jake snickered against you, clearly amused at your impatience. As you felt his tip nudging at your entrance you arched your back slightly, welcoming him. He inserted himself hesitantly, waiting for any kind of indication you needed him to stop. He stopped just short of fully sheathing himself,

"How is it?" He questioned, hand smoothing over your hip.

"So far so good" you replied, a little glimmer of hope stirring to life inside you. "Will you start moving?" He slowly pulled back and then pushed back in. Just like that, the little glimmer of hope was ripped out from under you like a rug, that all too familiar pang of pain hitting you. You gripped his hand harder, and he stopped

"Talk to me baby," he cooed,

"It, its not as bad but- ugh" you let out an exasperated sigh. "It's no use I-" your words were burning in your throat, the frustration manifesting as tears, anger.

"Hey, hey" Jake removed himself and wrapped his body around you, like a living weighted blanket. "Take a breath, that was only attempt number one. I have like, at least 5 other ideas alright?" You nodded as you sniffled, "As long as you're comfortable we can keep trying till we find something that works, ok?" He turned onto his back, "Come here"

You straddled his lap and looked to him, knowing he wasn't done talking, and that nothing else was going to happen until he was . He took one of your hands in his, and his other hand rested on your thigh

"I know you're frustrated, and I can't say that I know how you feel, because I don't. But something that I do want to communicate to you is that it doesn't change anything about us. I'm not disappointed if we can't fuck, and I absolutely do not blame you for something that is out of your control. You do know that right, that this isn't your fault?"

"I know, it's just hard to remember that sometimes. I sometimes feel like I'm more trouble than I'm worth" A single tear finally escaped you and Jake used his thumb to wipe it away. You kept your eyes on his chest, worried if you made eye contact the dam holding back your tears would break.

"Baby, this is not some 'task' that I'm forcing myself through. I'm doing this because I love you and I just want to find a way for you to have what you want, and to be comfortable. If anything, this is just something that is bringing us closer, something for us to work through together."

"I love you too" You mumbled as you finally dared to look at him. He always knew what to say.

"So just take a breath, there is no pressure, no rush." he offered a soft smile, "And with my stamina, we have all night and maybe tomorrow" He wiggled his eyebrows as he pulled you down for a kiss. Just like him to make you laugh right after making you cry, in a good way.

"Oh right" You giggled, "How can I forget about your god-like sexual stamina Jacob Kiszka" He rubbed his hands up and down your back as his chest rumbled with laughter.

"I don't know, seems like something that would be memorable" he jested between kisses, his toothy grin making a brief appearance.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to remind me then, whats the next position?" You sat up just a little and put your hands on his chest,

"We are actually already kinda in it," He said as he looked at your spot on his lap

"Cowgirl?" you asked, tilting your head to the side in curiosity

"A variation of it, yeah. You kinda lean back down on me how you just were, and instead of like bouncing up and down, you rock?" You gave him an even more confused look, "I-its hard to explain can I just show you?"

"Yeah, just walk me through it" You said, trusting him completely.

"Alright, so first straddle me like normal and only lower like halfway down on me" He said, holding his dick in one hand and guiding you with the other. He moaned quietly as you followed his order, and you quirked your brow at him, smirking. "Sorry, " He laughed,

"Oh don't apologize I love hearing you" You replied, causing him to blush.

"Ok, now keep your legs there, and lean forward" You did as he said, now nose to nose with him. "I'm gonna stay still, but move your hips like this" He carefully pushed your hips towards his feet, then pulled them back towards his head, "Kinda like rocking back and forth-"

He stopped talking as a breath shuddered out of you.

"Are you o-" he stopped your movements

"It doesn't hurt," You said, almost in disbelief,

"No?" Jake said, pulling away as much as he could to see your face,

"No, it actually feels really fucking good" you buried your face in his neck as you moved you hips, exactly how he had shown you. You weren't sure how the two of you hadn't done this before but it was amazing. The way you moved and the angle had your clit rubbing against his pubic bone in the most heavenly way.

"Fuck, yeah it does," His hands moved to your ass, "Keep going, if it feels good keep going, want you to cum for me baby, I know you want it"

"I do, I do want it" You whined against his skin,

"It's yours, you just have to let it happen, I'm right here, I've got you" He rasped, hands moving to your back to hold you even closer. Your orgasm was approaching quickly, suspiciously quickly. It was then that it occurred to you that you and Jake had basically been edging each other for the last half hour. The multiple makeouts, the different positions.

"Jake-" You groaned, nearly sobbing at this point

"I know, I know" his hand moved up to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, "I'm right there too" You both moaned in unison as you sped up a little, "Let go for me, all wet and warm on my cock"

"Fuck, babe-" curses flowed past your lips as you came undone, letting Jake take over the movement of your hips, his fingertips digging into the fleshy part of them as he came with you, his soft breathy moans keeping you tethered to earth. Eventually slowing your movements after the both of you had rode out your highs, you lifted your head from Jake's neck.

"Hi," He said as your eyes met, a tired smile on his lips, "So-"

You cut him off with a kiss, overtaken with how much you adored him. How lucky you were.

"I love you" You said once you pulled away, caressing his face with both of your hands. "Everything you said, it was so sweet, and no one-" You felt your bottom lip start to quiver, that dam of emotions finally breaking "No one has ever cared that much and I just....thank you for loving me"

"Awh don’t cry love, you make it easy" he turned and kissed your palm, "How do you feel?"

"I'm good" You pressed a kiss to his cheek and moved off of him, laying next to him on the bed,

"I read that sometimes after cumming you can be sore," he said placing his hand on your abdomen, "Are you?"

He was thorough, you'd give him that.

"I mean, maybe a little but-"

"Don't move a muscle!" He said quickly, climbing off the bed and throwing on a pair of flannel pants and disappearing out of the room

"Jake" You giggled, shifting to get up "What are you doing?"

He quickly poked his head back in the door, "Don't. Move. A. Muscle." He said, playfully stern. You threw your hands up in defense and settled back into the comfort of the bed.

After a few minutes he came back into the room, carrying a tray.

"I got some ibuprofen, some juice, and a snack" He said situating the tray beside you, "And I got you this, it's a sloth heating pack. I know elephants are your favorite but they didn't have one of those, but I knew you liked sloths too so-"

You were smiling like an idiot when he finally looked to you, and away from the heating pack he was somehow still talking about as he situated it on your lower belly,

"What?" He asked with the smallest of smiles

"You. You're amazing"

"Oh stop it." He brushed it off, never one to take compliments well. He grabbed the remote and cuddled in next to you, "What movie are we watching?"

[miksaslut]

hi atlas, ur fav anon here!! i was wondering if maybe u can do a hate sex, enemies to lovers type thing with caitlyn!! like reader and cait are both enforcers and they’re always trying to one up each other, something along the lines of that!! (psst,, mommy kink pls) MWAH i love you <3.

i know you wanna fuck me — by miksaslut

type of work: smut + fanfic

character: caitlyn kiramman

CW // smut, hate sex, mommy kink, degradation kink, slapping kink, jealous sex????, use of strap-on, squirting

a/n: OMG HI MY FAV ANON!!!!! I LOVE U <33

“you fucking slut,” caitlyn sneered, grabbing your wrist harshly and dragging you down the halls away from everyone, “you’ll just fuck anyone won’t you?”

“pretty much” you snip sarcastically while she pulled you into her room and shutting the door angrily with a loud slam. youcock your head, waiting for a reply.

“you’re so easy. you have no self respect whatsoever” caitlyn was unnecessarily, unforgettably mad at you. it was kind of attractive.

you had kissed vi. why? why not. to make caitlyn mad? yeah. to make her jealous? well. if you were being 100% honest with yourself, yeah. that didn’t change the fact that you hated her. you couldn’t stand how entitled she was. how annoying she was. what made it even worse was that she was hot. and ok, you’d admit that maybe you thought of caitlyn fucking you roughly until your legs were shaking and you were dripping cum a few times. maybe more than a few. truthfully, you thought of her every night. you would fuck yourself and choke yourself and slap yourself and you would think of her hands on you.

you saw caitlyn peering though her shiny bedroom window. she was looking at you walking vi out of the palace. you saw her eyes slit and her arms cross, studying you two intently. you saw her mouth open halfway in shock as you pulled vi in for a kiss. she saw your eyes stare up at her seductively, invitingly. she felt her panties go hot and she bit her lip, praying you didnt notice the look on her face.

so ok. fine. you kissed vi to make caitlyn jealous.

“god you can’t even keep your hands off of one girl” caitlyn rolled her eyes and unhanded you.

“i didn’t know you cared so much about my love life your majesty” you raised an eyebrow, gaining widely.

“i dont care. i just think its fucking gross” she shook her head in annoyance.

you took a step towards her, your faces inches away from each other. “i know you wanna fuck me. mommy” you teased, looking caitlyn directly in the eye. her mouth opened then closed. she looked away, trying to hide the intensifying blush on her cheeks from her new gifted nickname. she pushed you back onto her bed. you propped yourself up with your arms and she climbed on top of you, straddling you. “i was right,” she scoffed, “you’re such a fucking whore. you think you’re so hot” you tap your chin sarcastically. “if you wanted to fuck me you could just ask” caitlyn stared at you for a while. her eyes traced across your body, shamelessly wondering what was under your clothes. one of her cold hands travelled to your side, dangerously close to your breast. “i hate you so goddamn much” she spat before lifting up your shirt desperately, exposing your pretty tits. she looked back into your widening eyes. “i told you you were fucking easy” you hated her voice. how sure of herself she was. but you couldn’t help but gasp and grin as caitlyn pulled off your bottoms. “you liked being used dont you? god its pathetic” you rolled your eyes. “fuck off” you bucked your hips up, silently begging for more friction. your plea was delivered by a hard slap on the thigh. “open your legs” she demanded while she reached over to her bedside table and pulled out a black strap. you chuckled lowly as she struggled to put it on. “shut the fuck up” she gave you a side eye glare. she finally got it on properly and turned back to you. she aligned it with your pussy, sliding it up and down your soaking folds. she smiled meanly at how wet you were. whispers of degradation fell from her mouth before thrusting into you deeply. “f-fuck” you breathed out. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it? to be fucked like a little whore?” your eyebrows furrowed and you blushed furiously. “say my fucking name” caitlyn studied you, waiting for you to call her that name again. you looked up at caitlyn and didnt break eye contact but that didnt stop you from moaning and gasping. “i fucking hate you” you spat but caitlyn just laughed. “you hate me? then why’re you creaming all over my cock?” her hands gripped your legs and she pressed your knees as close to your head as possible. “shit- it’s so fucking deep” you hissed. your legs were crossed so your knees practically touched. “take it” she said between her teeth. the side of your ass was red from previous hits but nonetheless, caitlyn slapped it anyways. you shiver at the sensation. “fuck mommy” you whispered and you saw a satisfied glint in caitlyn’s eyes. caitlyn kept her glare and you made a face back, but it was replaced with a moan, your tongue sticking out and your eyes rolling back. “you’re pathetic. you’d fuck anyone’s cock, wouldn’t you?” you shook your head but even you didnt believe that. “say it,” caitlyn seethed, “say you’re pathetic”

“i’m pathetic mommy” you said, not even thinking, your legs shook and you could feel your orgasm growing closer. “shit- m-mommy im gonna cum” you cried out, nails digging in your thigh. “go on, cum like the slut you are” she rolled her eyes. she continued to thrust angrily in your tired cunt. you let out a sob and caitlyn nodded approvingly. your cum squirted out, splashing caitlyn’s abdomen and painting your thighs with your own cum.

so ok. maybe caitlyn wasn’t… awful.

[mxchellesworld]

Discuss!

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation 

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

***

Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks. 

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything. 

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives. 

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter. 

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night. 

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice. 

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space. 

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself. 

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid. 

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly. 

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation. 

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side. 

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks. 

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes. 

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows. 

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes. 

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things. 

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen. 

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile. 

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?” 

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks. 

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder. 

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions. 

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two. 

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings. 

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out. 

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt. 

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out. 

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?” 

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles. 

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles. 

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you. 

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?” 

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod. 

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?” 

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?” 

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips. 

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks. 

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch. 

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night. 

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain. 

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out. 

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted. 

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours. 

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.” 

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours. 

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.” 

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred. 

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump. 

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears. 

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum. 

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines. 

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs. 

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length. 

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point. 

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further. 

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure. 

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again. 

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget. 

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes. 

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off. 

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out. 

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,”  you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all. 

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came. 

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever. 

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go. 

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon. 

Then a sad look came across his face. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” 

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy. 

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs. 

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.” 

[awsugar]

Please tell the story about meeting Anthony 👀

ok so in philly i was second row center and anthony held my hand at one point and the venue was such that there was no barricade or anything and there wasnt any lighting system either cause it was a church basement, the house lights were off but the lights were on on stage so you could see the band and so those of us in the front were just really exposed like everyone on stage and all of their family members side stage could just SEE US. cringe. im in so many pictures.

but basically after the show i was waiting outside the bathroom for my friends and anthony walked out of a doorway directly next to where i was standing with his daughter and just walked out to the venue like the room where the show happened, this is a REALLY small venue there is only one entrance/exit both for fans and band/crew. and im not even like an anthony stan but yes i have been kind of seduced and charmed by him so i was like omg...anthony green. but i didnt say anything. we went out to the main room after everyone was done in the bathroom and i was talking to some friends of mine in the merch line and he was again standing right there talking to whoever was selling the merch but he was with his daughter so i felt weird saying anything plus there was a ton of people around.

but THEN after that as i was finally leaving i was like walking out and there was a guy handing out fliers for future shows there and i was like 'im not from here' and he was like 'but you came to this one' sDFLSKDFS and i was like walking out but i turned back to look at the guy and i was like 'lol yea thats true!' and when i turned around to start going up the stairs anthony was just standing there. and i was like 😳 😏 'oh....hiiiii' sDFLISJGKSJDF and basically he just said hi and thanked me for singing along he was like 'i saw you all night' and i was like 'thank you!' and that was it we both started walking in our opposite directions cause he was going back into the venue and i was leaving and my friend goes 'HE WANTS YOU' like. LOUDLY. why 😭 i was embarrassed i hope he didnt hear her

and then in boston i was front row and center stage and every single crowdsurfer came directly over my head and at one point he came down to eye level with me and was like ARE YOU OKAY and i was like yea im fine but the funniest part of the show was when he was standing right in front of me and literally. literally he was straddling my head because the stage came up to my chest and my head basically came up to his crotch and he had one leg on each side of me and im sorry but i was just LAUGHING i was cracking up i couldnt stop it was soooo funny. anthony green straddling my head. and also he was like dragging the mic cord across my face every time he was in front of me i cant

and then in brooklyn i didnt speak to him but after the show and after frank had come out and signed things for people, we were still hanging around and anthony was meeting the few people that were left and he was like standing against the building and i was on the opposite side of the car of someone i know like i was standing in the street talking to my friends and i look up and anthony was waving at me lmfao i was like...hi......and waved back....and then when he was leaving i like kind of wanted to speak to him one more time and maybe introduce myself and get a picture with him but i was standing directly next to him as he was talknig to a couple other people i know but i was too nervous to say anytjing lmao i got too shy....so he just walked away but its fine....next tour i will have a real conversation with him i suppose

[carlsainz]

Ok we’ve gone over Erik accidentally hitting u like wrong place wrong time but what about u accidentally hitting Erik

ok that's a good one!!!! once again, i don't know if he wears reading glasses but here, in this fictional piece, he does.

warning: mention of sex

it was just another lazy and rare afternoon when you and erik were totally free to just lay down without worrying about anything.

looking up from your book, you looked at your boyfriend, prettier than ever with his black reading glasses on, also reading a book. sensing your eyes on him, he looked at you and smiled, you mimicking him. crawling on the bed in his direction, you saw him taking off his glasses and putting them aside with the book at his bedside table, then whispering "come here."

you kept crawling until your face was lined with his and he connected your lips after pulling you down by the nape of your neck. the chaste and slow kiss quickly evolved to a desperate one, your teeth clinking against his and his hands tugging your hair.

pulling away to breathe, you managed to whine "baby, i need you." he just nodded and patted his thighs, indicating you where he wanted you to be.

focusing on his red cheeks and bright eyes, you didn't pay attention to your knee while straddling him, it was so quick you couldn't feel or even notice. suddenly, his whole face was contorted with pain, a strangled noise coming out of his lips.

"erik what's going on?"

but he couldn't speak, too astonished with the pain, and you were even more worried after he lifted you from his lap and curled his body in an arch. "you're scaring me, please say something."

after another whole minute in silence and with eyes closed, he finally opened them and looked up at you. "darling, you just hit me in the balls with your knee," he mumbled.

"wha– but how?"

"it was when you were putting your legs in each side of my body," he responded and, after seeing your panicked face, he added "but don't worry, i'll be fine."

"do you think i ruined our chances to become parents in the future?" you asked.

laughing, he just pulled you down with him "no babe, you just ruined our chances to have sex right now."

"we can wait," you responded, voice muffled by his chest. wrapping your arms around him, you just stayed quiet until he decided to speak again.

"so, do you want to have kids with me?"

"of course i want, you are the love of my life," you replied, raising your head from its previous spot just to look at him. "too soon?"

"absolutely not, i'm totally sure i want you to be the mother of my children and it's good to know we're on the same page," he said, smiling.

feeling your cheeks turning red, you hid your face in his shoulder, still wrapping him with your arms. he placed a kiss on your temple, sighing and closing his eyes for a while. meanwhile, you started running your fingers through his hair after kissing his neck, as a silent way to say you love him.

[everygildedstar]

Bible Study (Optional Male Bias)

Summary: He wants to know what could be better than God’s love, and you are happy to enlighten him

Pairing: Optional Bias x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, corruption kink, religious corruption, blasphemy, hand jobs, blow jobs, riding, fem dom, male sub, loss of virginity, sex in a church, semi-public sex, quoting scripture during sex

A/N: It’s been a while since i wrote a smut so i’m rusty, so please be nice. Inspired by a discussion with @bigkpopstan and anon about religious corruption and Heeseung. Heeseung was in mind when I wrote this but it’s technically optional bias so have fun. ;)

“Meet me in the confession booth when everyone leaves for the barbeque,” you had messaged him. 

There had been a certain tension between the two of you for a while. He knew you weren’t the innocent “Church Girl” you pretended to be, and you knew he was curious. Curious about what could be so great as to reject what you were taught at church. What could possibly be better than God’s love? 

He had asked you as much one day, while you were waiting for your parents to stop socializing so you could go home.

“Because I like what I can understand,” you answered. “I like what makes me feel alive. I like what I can be certain of. And I am certain that there are a great number of things that are more pleasurable to me than church, and worshipping our so-called God while receiving nothing in return.”

“Like what?” he pushed.

“Maybe I could show you sometime,” you had said before walking out with your family.

He hadn’t brought it up to you again for a long time, but you could tell he thought about it. You could see it in his face every time you caught him looking at you, and every time he would look away blushing, as if he had been caught doing something sinful.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He asked you to show him. And that’s how, today, you ended up pulling him into the confession booth in the empty church.

You shut and locked the door behind you, and then there was silence. The tension was so thick, just the sound of your breaths to fill the space, only a small amount of light leaking into the tiny room.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked. “There is no going back. You will only be pretending to be the good church boy. You will be like me,” You reach out and hold his face in one hand and the nape of his neck with the other, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “a sinner.”

You feel him nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“And you are not scared?” you ask further.

“No. If it is truly a sin, and should I wish to repent, God is merciful. He will take me back,” he says. 

You let out a breathy laugh. “And if you don’t wish to repent?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “Then I suppose hell can’t be that bad if you’ll be there, my own beautiful temptress.”

You laughed again. “So much for the good little church boy.” 

You leaned in and kissed him. It started out slow and sweet, and you tried to pour every ounce of passion and honey as you can into every movement. He seemed to follow your lead leaning into you so much you were leaning back with him. You bit his lip, and then took his gasp to press your tongue into his mouth. He moans a little, surprised at the intrusion and starts sucking on it. 

You slowly move him back until his back hits the wall of the booth, pressing yourself close to his body. You tug his hair while your other hand starts to roam, slowly feeling its way past each dip in his defined chest and abdomen. You hook a finger in his belt loop and use it to pull his hips even further against you, forcing him to break the kiss and let out a moan. You move to kiss his neck, or at least the little bit you could reach with his unbuttoned collar. He moans again, and then again even louder when your hips forward. “What is your favorite scripture?” you ask. “Recite it for me, and don’t stop or I’ll stop.”

“What-” he asks as you unbutton his pants while you attack his neck with your mouth again. He gasps when you pull down his zipper, and then you reach your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, eventually grasping his cock with only the tips of your fingers. He lets out a needy groan, rolling his hips into your touch, but you don’t move any further.

“Recite it, or I’m not going to do anything.”

He takes a second to gather his thoughts enough. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not wa-want.” He stutters when you pull his waistband down and bring his cock out, hissing at the cold air. You give it one stroke, and then stop, waiting for him to continue.

“He maketh me to lie d-down in green pastures-” You start stroking him slowly, rubbing your thumb over his slit once to gather his pre-come. You continue kissing his neck until you find a sweet spot that makes him whimper.

“-he leadeth me be-beside the still waters.” You move faster, pumping lightly with each stroke, while you pull his hair with the hand still resting there. 

“He restoreth my s-soul-” His grip on you tightens, hands grabbing fistfulls of the material of your church dress. “-he leadeth me in the p-paths of righteousness for his -ngh- name's sake.”

“Yea, though I wa-alk through the valley of the sha-hadow of death, I will f-fear no evil-” you move your kisses to the other side of his neck, and he throws his head back against the wood of the booth.

“-for thou art with m-me; thy rod and thy s-staff they co-co-comfort me- ” You then get on your knees in front of him, licking the tip of his cock, hand still stroking his length. “-Shit!”

You snicker, giving a long lick up the underside before looking up at him. “Don’t swear when you are reciting scripture, sinner.” -he moans at the nickname- “Keep going.”

He whines again before he continues, voice considerably higher. 

“Th-thou preparest a ta-able before me in the pre-esence of mine enemies-” You take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly. He lets out a guttural groan.

“-thou anointest m-my head with o-oil-” your hand that isn’t preoccupied with stroking the part of his cock that is not deep in your mouth is making its way under to cup his balls. 

“-my cup ru-runneth over.” He muffles a whine with one hand while the other makes its way into your hair.

He pulls his hand away from his mouth to recite the next part. “Surely g-goodness and merc-cy shall follow me all the d-days of my life- ngh!” You are bobbing your mouth farther and farther each time, and he has to refrain from thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. 

“-and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Fuck, I’m so close-” He finishes his scripture, and you take him as far as you can and swallow, the squeezing of your throat around his cock almost sending him over the edge. You lift your mouth off of him with a pop, and he whines like a hurt puppy. “No- Please- Why?”

You stand back up and turn him, making sit on the seat to your left, before you push your skirt up around your hips and straddle him. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you have all the fun, did you?”

You grip his cock again, rubbing the tip over the wet spot on your panties. Both of you let out a moan together, pressing your foreheads together. His hands fly to your hips, gripping them tightly.

“Are you okay with this?” You ask again before you continue. 

He nods, the thin ray of light peeking into the booth in a perfect spot to show the desire in his eyes. “Yes, please. Please let me feel you. I’m not turning back.” He kisses you again, short but passionately. “Ruin me.”

You whine at his words, then you pull your soaked panties to the side and line his cock up with your entrance before you sink down on him, ever so slowly. Deep, long moans come from both of you. You kiss him again when he is fully sheathed inside you.

“Would you like for me to recite my favorite scripture for you?” you ask him, foreheads together while you adjust to his large size. “It was from a woman to her lover, and I feel like it fits the situation nicely.”

He nods, interested. “Enlighten me.”

“My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.” You start to move agonizingly slowly up and down his length. He buries his face in your neck to muffle his noises and grips your hips even harder, and you were sure you would have bruises in the shape of his hands the next day. 

“His head is as the most fine gold; his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.” You tangle your hands into his own hair and he attaches his lips to the side of your neck like you had done to him.

“His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.” You start to move faster, rolling your hips with each thrust. 

“His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.” You feel his hips stutter as he struggles to keep from thrusting up into you. 

“His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl-” He loses the fight, and starts jerking his hips up as you sink down, causing him to go way deeper, hitting your sweet spot and making you moan. “-his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.”

“His legs are as pillars of marble set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.” You take one of his hands from your hips and press it between you against your clit, ripping a whine out of you.

“His mouth is most sweet-“ you move impossibly faster, even with your thighs growing tired. Your combined sounds and heavy breaths resonate within the confined box. 

“I’m close- is it ok if I…” He asked. You nod pulling him close, lips hovering only a hair away from his. 

“-yea, he is altogether lovely.” You kiss him deeply as you reach your high, hands harshly pulling his hair and gripping his shoulder. The squeezing from your release sent him over the edge, and he pulled your hips flush to his, coating your insides. 

As you come down from your orgasms, you finish the scripture. “This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, catching your breaths.

“Holy shit-” he says, and you let out a breathy laugh as you pull off of him, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. “I see why you do this now.”

“Are you gonna regret this and never talk to me again?” You ask, standing up and fixing yourself up. 

“Hell no.” He puts himself away and zips and buttons his pants. You feel his hands rest on your hips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for another kiss.

“What do we tell our parents if they ask where we’ve been?” 

“Tell them we were doing private bible study and shared our favorite verses. And maybe ask if we can see each other more often for “bible study” sessions,” you added before stealing another kiss. 

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “That’s the only kind of bible study I’ll need from now on. If god is real and merciful, he can forgive me when the day comes. I have the only god I want to believe in right here in my arms.”