#if you wanna know any details do not hesitate to ask I love talking about stuff and answering questions

[greyscale-galaxy]

hi!! i just wanted to send an ask to say that your herobrine fic has become my obsession it’s genuinely one of the best i have read for him! (ignoring there isn’t many)

your writing is so good and some of the lines you use are so perfect 😭 i am so enamored w it and wanted to know if there was any bonus stuff u ever left off or ideas you had but tossed? i know you’re focused on other characters and it was quick thing but if u don’t mind sharing!

Thank you for the kind message!! It means a lot that you love it so much 🥹

You'll probably be happy to hear I have two more herobrine fics planned, and they'll be multi-chaptered! I am still figuring out how I want them to go (and also I have a bunch of other fics too) so it'll be a hot minute before you see them but they do exist and I don't plan on abandoning them lol

I will also say one will be a continuation of my one-shot where Hero must confront his past, and the other will basically be an elaborate ‘they got handcuffed together’ thing, with a bunch of creative liberties taken.

As for abandoned ideas? I do have one, based on an interesting dream I had a while ago, but there wasn't enough for me to figure out a plot for it. Basically, I was aboard a spaceship and was flying over the world of Minecraft. It was heavily implied in-dream that I was from a different world altogether. Herobrine kept popping up around the outside of the ship as it descended and me and the other passengers were like ‘???’ I remember there was a problem on the hull of the ship and I had to put on a space suit to go out and fix it, since we didn't know if the atmosphere was breathable for us, and I actually met him face to face- right before the ship began to crash. EDITING TO ADD: I realize I didn't fully explain, the idea would have been something like surviving the Minecraft world from the perspective of someone who has never been there before. All while being stalked by our favorite white-eyed weirdo. It prolly would have been mostly comedic, while also allowing me an excuse to practice my hand at science fiction lol. Bit silly but I would have made it work, I always do.

That's what I remember anyway and like I said, it was interesting! But I had no idea what to do in terms of plot. Maybe I'll revisit it, but if you or anyone else wants to, I grant full permission to use the idea (I would appreciate credit for it and a link so I can read it tho!!). And that's not the only interesting herobrine dream I've had so if y'all are interested in hearing em just lemme know lol

anywho sorry for the long answer but I hope it answered your question sufficiently!

[00kittenz]

── our little secret. ( psh ) 🧸

๑ In which Sunghoon makes you realize just how badly you’ve missed his touch after going almost a week without it…

pair: sunghoon ㅊ f!reader | warnings: smut, pwp, cheating (oof), secret relationship, slightly jealous and possessive sunghoon, teasing, begging, fingering (in both holes lol), praise and degrading, oral (f + m rec.), spanking, piv, unprotected s.x | words: 2.0k

this is based off this ask i got the other day !! i kinda wrote more smut cs im a slut for hoon what can i say lol. but thnx to that anon for this delicious idea ヾ(>᎑<๑)

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“why haven’t you been answering any of my calls ?” sunghoon looked visibly in distress, profusely running his fingers through his hair, “had me worried sick about you..”

you stood in front of the doorway quiet, heaving out a sigh before you could explain, “..i’m really sorry hoon. it’s just i got caught up again with—” stopping yourself mid sentence, you spare him of any further details, deciding to just drop this whole subject entirely. “actually never mind, just forget it.”

he isn’t dumb, he knows exactly what you’re talking about. it’s just he chooses to turn a blind eye to it all. doesn’t wanna get caught in the midst, even though he quite literally already is. he’d rather not hear about another fight you and your boyfriend had, or knowing the stability of your relationship with him at all. in the beginning it didn’t affect him as much, but as time went on he just couldn’t bear to listen anymore. sunghoon will never understand why you’re still with him when he can be all that you need and so much more.

call him delusional or whatever, but you were his girl. no one else’s. he’s so crazy about you that if you asked him to kill someone for you he’d probably do it without even hesitating. it’s kind of pathetic to be so blindly in love with someone who’s already taken, but he’s been dead set on you since the day you two locked eyes. ‘love at first sight’ or whatever you may call it. he’s never felt more deeply in tune with another person, it’s like you two were made for each other. of course he’d give anything for you to break up with that loser, it’s just going to take some time (and convincing) to get you to finally do that. plus, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right ?

“come in.” you usher him inside quickly before anyone sees, shutting the door behind you with your foot.

once he fully walked through the door, your arms immediately swung around his neck, unable to hold back anymore. you missed him more than anything, you missed holding him, seeing him, been craving his touch all day, everyday; which is why you decided to cut the ‘date’ you had with your boyfriend short today. you came up with some lame excuse, saying how you weren’t feeling well and needed to go home. he looked as though he didn’t believe you but he let you leave anyway, hoping that you’d feel better and to text him once you got back home. spoiler: you didn’t.

this has been going on for a couple months now, no one knows of this clandestine relationship, not even your closest of friends and you’d like to keep it that way. it’s a horrible thing to say but you don’t necessarily feel any remorse or guilt for what you’re doing at all, if anything you like the thrill of it. sunghoon made you feel things that you’ve never felt before, he was everything that your boyfriend wasn’t and that’s what drew you in the minute you two met.

“missed you..” you muffle into his shirt that were clinging on, basking in the rich scent of his expensive cologne, your favorite one to be exact.

“i missed you so much more baby,” he shamelessly confessed, not caring if it comes off clingy. “couldn’t have you all this week so i’m gonna have you now,” he continued, “been dying to have a taste of these lips again.” he engulfed you even tighter, lifting your head up to lean in and kiss you for the first time tonight.

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“god.. you’re so fucking pretty.” sunghoon whispers against your skin, peppering kisses along your jaw, sinking down towards your neck. his hands roam everywhere, exploring every inch of you. god, how you’ve missed this feeling so. so. much.

he finally had you right where he wanted, he’s been wanting this for days, thirsting for you all week; and now that he has it you he wasn’t just gonna let you slip away so easily. you let his arms lift your sweater over your head, aching to kiss below the collarbone. his hands cupped your ass, lifting you up from the couch as he carries you to your room, settling you down onto the bed.

“so gorgeous baby.. ”

his eyes danced around your bare upper body, down to your soft, round thighs, to your legs.. admiring your curvy figure. it’s like you were sculptured to perfection; he’ll never not be obsessed with you. an angel that’s descended from heaven is what you are to him. you knew his words had an affect on you, you felt it, he had you dripping for him just from his compliments alone.

his large hands caressed your breasts while his thumb teased your nipple, feeling it stiffen the minute he comes in contact with it. you held your breath for a second, feeling hypersensitive from not being touched in so long. the reactions you had as he did so was enough to make his boxers tighten under his sweats. he needed you more than the oxygen that pervades his lungs, if he could live in this moment forever — he would without even thinking.

when his index and thumb twisted your hardened nip, the moan you let out was hoarse.. broken.. you couldn’t believe you hadn’t felt his touch for almost a week. seemed like an impossible task in hindsight. sunghoon coated his saliva around the base of your nipple, his arm sliding down your body to cup your wetness.

“my precious girl,” he let out a low chuckle, feeling how soaked you were through your thin pajama shorts.

“so wet for me, huh, so needy for me?” he teases you with his fingers, tracing everywhere but your clit.

you squirmed underneath him, grasping onto your pink bedsheets. oh, how you so badly missed his dirty talk.. it looked so good on him. you buck your needy hips up against his hand, wanting to feel more of him as much as you possibly can.

“hmm..fuck..” you gasped, making him chuckle at you again. his hands shift to your waistband yanking them down as they hung to your feet.

“spread.” you didn’t even hesitate for him, your legs shot open. your hand held under your thigh, keeping it open so sunghoon could get a glimpse of your pretty glistening cunt. he stood between your legs, spreading apart your folds as if he were inspecting you.

“mm.. hoon.. please hurry i want your fingers..” you moaned, he spared a glance at your sparkling eyes before complying.

he simply hums at your eagerness, “then i shouldn’t keep my girl waiting, should i ?..” his fingers hid themselves in your weeping hole slowly while he eyed you, drinking up your features.

you felt his fingers trace the inside of your cunt making your face contort messily, your bottom lip held captive by your upper teeth.

“uhhuh, you like that right baby, you missed this ?” he thrusted his digits in and out of you at a pace that kept gradually fastening.

you had no intention on responding, it’d only be a waste of breath. especially when he knew you already liked it. your moans filled the room beautifully.

“fuck, you’re so good for me.. gonna ruin this pretty pussy.” he’d been fingering you into oblivion as his hidden digits thrusted into you, his thumb ran circles around your blushing clit.

“hah, yes ! yes, baby ! i’m coming!..” your shaky hand held onto his wrist. hips bouncing themselves towards him, you exploded.. your juices coated his fingers and the sheets you’d rested on before you were called to taste euphoria.

“good girl, you took it so well for me.” he slapped your thigh, following it up by pulling his layers down, revealing his hard. he laced his fingers around the base, pumping hisself a few times before hovering over you, kissing your bruised, swollen lips from earlier.

your hands were quick to palm him, cupping his balls lightly squeezing them. “oh shit..baby,” he moaned against your skin before sitting you up and guiding you onto your feet.

“knees.” he said before you quickly dropped onto the floor.

he looks at you with eyes full of nothing but admiration and lust before brushing his pink tip against your lips. “open.” he orders once again, raising his brows at you. once you do as your told, he eased himself inside your sticky coated mouth.

at this moment you thought of nothing but pleasing him right, your hands gripped his thighs while your head bobbed slowly on his length. once you were comfortable you quickened yourself. you loved when he was all whiney, especially for you. his hands gripped your hair as he groaned your name, feeling him throbbing inside you.

“mhm.. hell yeah.. just like that for me princess.” he praised you, that moment causing you to squeeze your legs together.

you sucked him harder as your mouth slid off his tip, hands replacing it. your hand added a pressure your mouth couldn’t as you jerked him. his balls sat in your mouth and you suckled and licked until he couldn’t take it anymore

“shit !” he tapped your shoulder before lifting you up onto your feet once more. “all fours now, hurry up.” he groaned at you.

“but you didn't-” you felt his hand swash against your ass causing you to yelp and hurriedly get into position.

“good girl,” he wasted no time into pushing himself inside you, pounding into you as if this were the last time he’d see ever you. you felt your insides tickle everytime he caressed your G spot.

“fuck ! sunghoon, right there..” you pitched, having hold of the comforter for stability.

his middle finger caressed your asshole, taking some of your heats slick to use it as lube. once his finger was inside, your lower felt a dry pain, that was until you felt the pleasure rising from it. his grip on your waist tightened while he watches your ass move fluidly everytime he pushed inside you.

“such a obedient little cunt, isn't it.. so wet and needy for me. she loves this cock fucking her dumb, doesn't she?” he slapped your ass and he wasn’t planning on stopping until he saw handprints.

“trying to milk me aren’t you.. shit..” he hissed as he felt you clench around him.

your hand reaches down to your bud caressing it slowly, ready to reach your high again. “hmm, yes hoon, come on me, please !!”

sunghoon never turned you over so fast. he rubbed his shaft between your folds before bursting onto your smooth abdomen. the sound of you begging for him left him winded.

“fuck.. fuck.. y/n..you have no idea what you do to me..” he went down on you drinking you all up, cleaning you out. “taste so fucking good. who are you tasting so good for?..” he praised again.

“just for you hoonie, only you !” you whined out loudly, playing with the stickiness that caked on your stomach.

not long after, you yourself let out on him. he didn’t fail to drink you clean. he was so drunk off of you that anything you said would be gospel, he’d worship the ground you walked on, whatever you wanted you’d get it in a heartbeat.

he comes up to cup your face, kissing you practically everywhere, your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks, nose, mouth, neck— he made sure not to miss a single spot. just wants to show all his appreciation for you. he’ll never meet another girl like you, to him you were irreplaceable. most would probably think of him as an idiot to stay with you, but he wouldn’t listen even if a million people told him.

he’ll wait for you if he has to, no matter what he isn’t going anywhere. for now he’ll take what he can get, continuing to keep up this façade as though you’re just “friends” to the outside world, but clearly it’s so much more than that. sunghoon didn’t mind that he was your dirty little secret, he would continue to play along for as long as you needed. or, he’ll just keep fucking you into submission until you finally give in, until you won’t even want to think of another man’s hands touching you the same way his does.

[ateezscupid]

can u write a fic where san is a mean dom? i have this thing for calling him sannie bc its cute! and i think it would be hot if he mocked yn calling him that and it was kinda centered around humiliation!!! i love ur writing sm id love to see this done in ur style <333 i hope this doesnt make u uncomfy to write!! ):

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hello hello! i’m getting to this after a very long time, my apologies but i’ve been WAITING for someone to request mean dom!san. he’s been in my mind for a few weeks but i’ve had writers block and could never figure out how to write it out, so thank you for this.

and don’t worry about anything making me uncomfortable! a lot of things, i don’t have a problem writing. i plan to make a really detailed post about my rules and things like that soon so you guys know what i do and don’t write!

anyway, let me stop blabbing. enjoy!

﹟𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 ⋆ 𝖼.𝗌𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - san always gets flustered when you call him sannie during sex, but he loves it just as much as you do.

warn - kinda smut w/o plot, dom!san, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names (baby, princess, pretty, etc.), choking, begging, degrading, humiliation

w/c - n/a

𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan

you didn’t think today could’ve gotten any worse. you were teasing san the entire day trying to imply you needed him without actually saying it, but he clearly wasn’t catching the signals you sent. he was so busy with work, he couldn’t spare at least ten minutes for you.

you didn’t want to tease him so much that he’d be annoyed of you and he’d stop talking to you for the rest of the night, but you needed him. it’s been a while since the last time you two were together in bed. all you’ve been thinking about for the past week is how his hands would feel on your body; his hands squeezing your breasts and caressing your skin. rubbing the pads of his fingers on your clit and messing with the sensitive little bud that was there.

if anyone had asked you how badly you wanted to spend at least one night with him, you’d ramble on and on about it. you rambled about it to wooyoung the night before and it was clear he didn’t want to listen to your horny problems.

“distract him while he’s working!” is the advice he gave you, and boy, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

now you were face down in the bed with your arms pinned behind you, your makeup smudging on the pillow and your entire body shaking uncontrollably. you thought distracting him would make him realize what he was missing out on, but you did it at the worst moment.

it was embarrassing to say the least. san was in his office having a meeting, and you had the crazy idea to walk inside with nothing but a lingerie on. you’ve been wanting to wear it for a while, so what harm was there to wear it while he was having a business meeting? it was a harmless idea, and hic co-workers wouldn’t have seen you since you planned to go underneath the table. but you messed up.

while you were busy unbuckling his pants, neither of you noticed the top of your head was visible at the bottom of his computer screen. that meant everyone in the call saw yo ur head, and only one thing came to mind. when it was brought to his attention, he excused himself then turned his mic and camera off. you knew a punishment was coming your way when that happened.

he dragged you out of the office without saying anything and threw you on the bed, ripped the lingerie off your body without hesitation, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. there was so much going on in your mind, like would his co-workers think you were some sex crazed lunatic? or would they think of him as someone addicted to sex? unprofessional? there wasn’t any room for you to feel bad when you felt too good to remember what happened.

“this is what you wanted, right?” san growled as he pushed your head into the pillow, using his unoccupied hand to land hits against your ass whenever he felt like it. “you wanted to be treated like a slut, now you are, you little whore.”

no words could come out of you. just a bunch of incoherent babbles spilling from your swollen lips and tears falling down your cheeks. you loved when he was so angry all he could do was fuck the lights out of you. you loved him being rough and treating you like a rag doll. it was impossible for you to get over how easily he went inside you and how much he stretched you out. it felt like heaven.

“s-sannie~!” you whine into the pillow, hands curling into fists behind you. “f-fuck, s’good… y-yes!”

“don’t call me that.” he smacked your ass once more and thrusted harder. he was lucky you were facing away from him otherwise you’d see the visible red tint on his cheeks. he liked when you called him sannie, but now wasn’t the time. at least that’s what he told himself.

“such a little whore for me, hm?” he grunts, leaning down and biting your ear gently. “you wanted to mess with me during my meeting and now everyone saw how much of a dirty girl you are~. you wanted attention so bad but ended up embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.”

“i-i—,” even your attempts at forming full sentences failed.

“aw, is it too much?” he whispered in your ear. “you like it when i fuck you like this, huh? such a fucking whore.”

“sannie, p-please i-i can’t—,”

“sannie blah blah blah!” he rolled his eyes and basically forced you to arch your back. “i said not to call me that, and now you’re not listening? you wanna be bad now?”

“s-sa—,” you weren’t even allowed to finish your sentence. the minute you tried to speak, his hand was wrapped around your neck and gripping so hard, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. you loved every bit of it.

“pl-please—!” you whine. “l-let—“

“let you what? cum? after you were being disobedient?” he kissed your temple, groaning softly and letting go of your arms and planting his hand on the bed. “fuck, you feel so good.”

you opened your mouth to speak, which triggered san to tighten his grip around your throat. it was almost too much.

“call me sannie again, i dare you.” the tone in his voice was enough to let you know he wasn’t joking around, but the urge to be a brat was weighing on you.

“s…” you bit your lip. “s-sannieee!”

he didn’t say anything. he took his hand away from your throat and lifted you up by the shoulders, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to rub rough circles around your clit.

“you wanna be a whore? i’ll treat you like one.”

[heeliopheelia]

"let me take care of you. please?" (sunghoon x reader)

genre: fluff, angst word count: 1k requested by nonnie ♡

warnings: it's a comfort fic!! reader is in a really bad mental headspace, crying, mentions of anxiety

a/n: a little sappy but still think it came out kinda cute <3 comfort fics have a special place in my heart!! kinda wish i had such hoon for myself sometimes :))

You struggle to breathe as another sob leaves your tight throat. Face hidden in your hands, you sit with your back leaned on your bed frame.

The couple past days have been difficult for you as the pressure and the overwhelming anxiety have been taking a toll on your well being. You've never been the one to share your problems or struggles with other people, always being too afraid of burdening them with your worries. So for the longest you've been taking care of your mental problems all by yourself and as much as you've always thought you had it under control, you've finally reached your breaking point as today all of the emotions came crashing down on you with a doubled strength.

You didn't contact anyone, leaving your phone laying on the bed on a do not disturb mode. Being too much into your own head space, you never even hear your boyfriend's voice calling out for you as the door of your apartment slams shut. It's the second time that your name leaves his lips that you finally snap out of it and come back to your senses.

With a gasp, you quickly scramble to your feet and rush to the bathroom, closing the door quickly as you hear Sunghoon stepping into your room. God, you can't let him see you in such state. No one's ever seen you at your lowest and you weren't planning on letting it happen any time soon.

"YN?" He asks with confusion, hesitantly knocking at the locked door. You bring your hand up to your lips, trying to muffle the sobs that don't seem to stop any time soon. "Are you okay? You haven't been answering anyone's calls for the entire day."

You wait couple seconds until you're sure your voice won't betray you. "I'm fine. Just wasn't feeling well, sorry."

But Sunghoon knows you better than anyone else. He pays attention to every single detail of you, so he was more than aware that something unsettling has been going on with you lately. He didn't want to be too pushy though, but after all of your friends said they weren't able to reach you since the morning, he had to come and check up on you.

"I can tell that you're crying, my love." His soft words make you go still for a moment. You were so sure you did well with covering up the tremble in your voice. "Will you open the door for me?"

"N-No," you stutter out, suddenly feeling hot from being this close to getting exposed.

"Why?" He asks, voice as calm as ever, even though his heart nearly leaps out of his chest from worry.

You hesitate for a second, realizing that lying to him is pointless right now. You inhale shakily. "Because I don't want you to see me like that."

"Please, open the door, baby," he asks and it's the gentleness of his voice that makes you cave and turn the lock open. The moment that he steps into the bathroom and sees your tear-stained face, he takes you in his arms tightly. Holding you closely to his chest, he wishes he could just take away all of your pain and worries and keep you like this for as long until you feel secure again.

"I'm sorry," you mumble out a watery apology, pressing your face to his chest and soaking his t-shirt nearly instantly. "I just don't know how to handle all of my emotions sometimes."

"Don't apologize for that," he quietly reprimands you, leaning his chin on the top of your head. "Wanna talk about it?"

You shake your head and Sunghoon understands. He hums in acknowledgement and the faint vibrations running through his chest bring solace to your aching heart.

You stand in silence for couple more minutes, relishing in the feeling of his hand stroking your hair and the gentle serie of kisses that he's laid upon your head. Before you even know, your sobs reduce to quiet sniffles and the hysteria that's overwhelmed your mind slowly fades away.

"You should've called me," he whispers after a moment. "I would've tried to help you. It breaks my heart to think that you've been dealing with all of this by yourself."

"I just didn't wanna burden you," you stumble out, pulling away to look at him. "You have enough problems on your mind already."

With a soft smile, Sunghoon lifts his hand up to wipe the tears away from your cheeks, peppering your face with kisses next. Your arms wrap around his middle and you just let him shower you with the affection you've been in a need for throughout the entire day.

After pressing the last kiss right to your tear-swollen lips, he pulls away so that your noses touch, rubbing them together to finally see the smile he adores so much.

"I want you to tell me every single thing that's bugging that precious mind of yours, alright? I'm your boyfriend after all." Noticing the uncertainty glimmering in your eyes, he kisses you again. "I really want to help you, baby. Let me take care of you. Please?"

Seeing the desperate pleading silently writing itself on his face, you finally nod your head and send him a sheepish smile. You push your face back into his chest again, not able to bare the raw emotion in his eyes as he looks down at you.

"Thank you, Hoon," you mumble, tightening your arms around him. "I love you so much."

"I love you even more," he says, finally feeling content for the first time this day. "Wanna go to bed now? It's getting kinda late. We can even watch this stupid cartoon you love so much."

"Haikyuu is not stupid and it's not a cartoon," you glare at him playfully. "Stop pretending like you're not watching every single episode more invested than me."

He huffs out a laugh, flicking your nose gently. "Alright, got me there."

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[prettypinkporkchop]

Can you do a Paul x reader who's a professional boxer/fighter (think rhea ripley If you know who that is.

I just think it would be an interesting dynamic and idk how paul would feel having an imprint stronger than him

Originally, I wasn't going to do this one because not even a wrestler is stronger than a shifter or vampire. It doesn't make sense to me. I don't mean that in a rude way!!!!! But I did have an idear.

You finished making the pack glasses of tea and went outside handing them out individually. Paul stood up from cutting wooden boards and smiled at you. "Thank you, beautiful." He smiles. "The new gym is coming together!" Sam chuckles while sipping his tea. "I never knew moving to Forks to highten my boxing career would lead to a wolf imprinting on me and the pack building a gym to my new home." You wrap an arm around Paul's neck. It's been simply a week since he imprinted and told you everything. You guys haven't kissed or taken any step further in your relationship just yet.

He bites his lip and looks down at your face, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Thank you for everything." You whisper. You made sure to fill that sentence with genuine emotion and love. Paul could feel it from you and couldn't help but straighten his face as he got lost in every detail of your beauty.

"Paul!" Sam jumps you guys out of your trance. Paul lets you go and walks over to Sam to see what he needs. Embry walks up to you and pats your shoulder with his dirty hand. "Ya know, I wonder if you could beat a shifter." He teases. You push his hand off of you and roll your eyes. "Dawg, you know damn well I can't." He puts his finger on his chin, doing a thinking face. He turns to Paul, who is staring at Embry, he seems in protective and jealous mode. "Don't worry, Paul. Bro and wolf code. I'm just wondering if she could take you on." Embry laughs. "Stop it. We are not wrestling a human." Sam sighs. Paul smirks at you, which makes you blush.

They finished up for the day, cleaning up and leaving around the evening. You've thanked every one of them as they left.

Paul gave you a small hug as he went to leave. You are tired of being so distant and want to be a baddie right now.

"Hey. You're not going anywhere." You look into his eyes. Your hands slowly went up his arms and to his shoulders. His face reddened, and his breathing became rigid. His eyes darkened, and you knew what that meant. But, that's not for tonight.

He turned to face the group of boys waiting for him in the back of the truck that Sam is driving. Paul waved them off. They all whistled and cheered him on. "Get some!"

You and Paul stood there staring at each other. You wanted to kiss him. His lips are too far away. But your heart is racing too fast. He's making you nervous. All of that confidence is running away the more you bask into his body.

"Uh, let's go inside. Maybe we could talk and hang out." You turn and walk to your front door, mentally slapping yourself. "Yes, yes. That's a good plan." Paul awkwardly coughs behind you.

You lead him into your living room, and he observes all of the decorations. "I like your space." He smiles, his eyes wandering. "Thank you...," You hesitate, "my hottie." You finish. He looks at you and smirks. "Damn, what did I do different today. I'm getting special treatment." He stepped closer to you. "I'm just tired of not being claimed by you." You admitted. "Oh, no, no, no." He chuckles and pulls you into him by pressing his hand on your lower back. "I've claimed you when I first saw you. You are mine." His words make you melt. Oh, god. He can feel you heating up and getting flustered. "I'll stop." He smiles, grabbing your face and kissing the top of your head. He walks away and sees your boxing gloves on your coffee table.

"Jackpot!" He walks up to them. You thought about actually wrestling him and seeing if what you have can do any damage to a shifter. "Wanna go?" You ask.

You guys moved the tables and the couches to make more room in the living room. You guys stand across each other. "Baby girl, I can't emphasize enough that I am nearly invincible. I-", you cut him off by running into him, trying to tackle him onto the ground. It felt like you ran into a wall. He didn't stumble or anything. Instead, he gently grabbed your arms and pulled you back, holding you in place while you struggled. "God damn it!" You laugh. "Maybe you're good at blocking or dodging?" He questions. You get yourself ready. He tries to grab onto you, but you twist your body and go around him. You were quick enough. He turns and lowers his body, going for your legs. You jump backward, turning behind him again, jumping on his back. He made a face. "I'm impressed. But I know you can't do this." He pulled you off of his back. He playfully tackled you onto the floor. He was gentle, and he made sure he had his hand on the back of your head for when you hit the floor. You laughed and tried to pry him off.

You stopped once your arms got tired from the weight of him. You guys stared at each other. He's hovering over you and smiling. You are in awe of his looks. "I have very little self-control. I'm trying so hard, y/n. You drive me crazy." He shakes his head.

You can't take it anymore. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down, gently pressing your lips on his. It felt like you were floating. The ocean waves stopped. The sky is purple. It feels like god is above you.

His lips move with yours, and you can't help but crave more. You push your hips into his. He grunts and pushes your waist down with one hand, his fingers touching your bare skin as your shirt rose up a bit.

He pulls away, pulling your bottom lip in between his teeth, and he lets go. His eyes bury themselves in yours. "Not like this. I- I want to. I... I have to stop myself. I want to do this right." He scrambles onto his feet. "I am so sorry, Paul. I didn't mean to make you upset." You stand up. He shakes his head. "No, I'm far from that. Look, uh, I'm gonna go for the night. You busy tomorrow?"

"No."

"Okay, we are going out."

[elliesdin0saur]

Couch Chronicles.

The last of us

pairing: Ellie x reader

summary: Reader is having troubles eating because they're in rough times, Ellie helps her partner through a rough day with a warm bowl of soup, cuddles on their favorite couch, and a dash of unconditional love.

word count: 1,1K

warnings: brief mentions of someone not wanting to eat and not taking care of themselves properly.

a/n: first thing I put on here so its a shorter one, lmk what you think or what you'd want to read!

PS: Requests are open lovelies x

As the day turned into evening, casting a warm, amber glow over Jackson, Ellie strolled purposefully through the familiar paths of the settlement. Each step had a reassuring crunch on the gravel beneath her boots. The air held a crispness hinting at the upcoming night, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees.

Her home was just ahead, a haven of worn wooden panels that told countless stories. Ellie pushed open the door, greeted by the familiar creak that marked the entrance to a place filled with shared memories. With her backpack casually slung over one shoulder, she entered.

"Hey, babe, I'm home!" Ellie's voice, with a mix of affection, echoed through the cozy space. The response was a quiet murmur, a voice that was lost in its own thoughts. With a frown, Ellie followed the sound to the living room.

In the dim light, you sat on the old couch, wrapped in the subtle glow of a candle you had lit earlier that night. Your eyes held a distant gaze, as if tracing the contours of a past that still lingered.

"Rough day?" Ellie asked, genuine concern on her face as she approached you on the couch. You sighed, a sound heavy with unspoken burdens. Ellie settled beside you, the worn out couch sinking slightly under the combined weight.

"Wanna talk about it?" Ellie's voice, a gentle breeze in the quiet room, hung in the air. She softly looked at you, her eyes showing a hint of worry. You hesitated, your eyes fixed on a point in the distance. Eventually, you shook your head. "Not now, Ellie. I just- I don’t want to think about it right now”.

Ellie still remains worried, though she has always respected your boundaries. She softly nods, not wanting to pry you. She glances over at the kitchen, noticing it being very clean. Unlike the mess you’d make when you cooked, she never mind it though, finding it cute how much effort you’d put into dinner for her.

Ellie's brows furrowed with concern. The room, once a safe haven, now witnessed the delicate dance between two souls navigating the labyrinth of emotions. Ellie's arm found its place around your shoulders, a silent reassurance in her language of touch. 

“Babe? Did you eat any dinner?”

Ellie hadn’t been around for dinner, quickly eating with Jesse on patrol. She had brought over some soup from

Jacksons cafeteria she knew you loved, still waiting in her backpack. Though she had assumed you had already eaten, it was clear you hadn’t. Your silence confirming her question.

"Come on, baby . You know you gotta eat," Ellie encouraged, her voice a soothing lullaby. "I brought your favorite – that chicken soup you love."

A faint smile danced on your lips, a brief break in the storm of emotions. You loved how she always thought about you, remembering every little detail. Though you quickly felt your throat enclosing on you, feeling guilt wash over again.

"I just can't, Ellie. Not today."

Ellie sighed, frustration brushing against her concern. Her thumb traced gentle circles on your shoulder, a silent plea for understanding. “Babe, you can't keep doing this to yourself. You gotta take care of your body."

"I know, Ellie, I know," you whispered, your voice a delicate echo of remorse. "It's just... hard."

Another sigh, but this time, a resignation settled in Ellie's features. She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching your face. "I hate seeing you like this. I hate that you're hurting, and I can't do anything about it."

You met Ellie's gaze, and in that moment, a silent pact was forged. The frustration transformed into a shared understanding, a recognition of the tapestry woven by scars and healing. "I just want you to be okay. You mean everything to me," Ellie murmured, her touch a tender caress as she brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

Your eyes glistened for a bit, and you softly  leaned into Ellie's touch. Craving the sense of comfort, "I know you do, Ellie. And I appreciate it more than I can say."

Ellie leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let me help you, okay? I can't stand seeing you suffer like this."

You finally gave in and softly nodded, a silent acknowledgment that spoke volumes. Ellie, determined to shift the atmosphere, rose from the couch and ventured into the kitchen, as she pulled out a container of cookies, their aroma wafting through the air. With purposeful intent, she arranged them on the table. A thoughtful pause, and she disappeared into the pantry.

The return was accompanied by the scent of home-cooked chicken noodle soup, the warmth of familiarity permeating the air. Your eyes, surprise mingled with gratitude, followed Ellie's every move. She slowly moved towards you on the couch with the hot bowl in her hands, hissing a bit at the warmth as she placed it down.

You managed a small smile, touched by Ellie's effort. "You didn't have to, Ellie."

"Yeah, well, I wanted to," Ellie replied with a playful smirk.

"Now, come here."

A subtle invitation, and you acquiesced. The living room became a sanctuary once more as you both settled on the couch, Ellie cradling you in her lap. A shared warmth enveloped you, transcending the mere physicality of your connection.

"I love you," Ellie whispered, her breath a gentle caress against your ear. "And I want you to be okay."

You sighed, leaning into the embrace. You didn’t know how you got so lucky with Ellie, she knew just the right ways to help you get going again. “I love you too, Ellie. I'm just... struggling."

"I know, baby," Ellie murmured, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "But we're in this together, okay? You don't have to face it alone." She softly smiled as she reached for the bowl and spoon, putting it gently on your lap, encouraging you to at least try some.

Silence settled, the only sounds the occasional slurp of soup and the distant crackling of the fireplace. Ellie's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, a silent pledge of unwavering support. 

“Good-job, take your time okay”, she gently whispered as she played with your hair, soothing you as you lifted the spoon again, halfway through the soup. 

As you finished the soup, Ellie couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Small victories, she mused, placing the empty bowl on the table.

"You did good, my love” Ellie praised, her tone light. "I knew you could do it." She pressed a kiss on your cheek, softly smiling as her face showed some pride.

Gratitude emanated from your eyes, a soft glow that mirrored the warmth filling the room. "Thanks, Ellie," you murmured, your voice carrying the weight of appreciation and vulnerability. "I... I really needed that."

Ellie's eyes, tender and understanding, met yours. In that gaze, you found a sanctuary, a place where your struggles were acknowledged, and your victories celebrated. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the top of your head in a gentle kiss. The touch was a feather-light caress, but it spoke volumes – a language of love, comfort, and unwavering support.

"Anytime, baby," Ellie whispered, her breath a sweet promise against your hair. The endearment, spoken with a tenderness that melted the remnants of tension, painted a smile on your lips. "You're worth it."

In that moment, as Ellie held you close, you couldn't help but marvel at the depth of her care. It wasn't just about the soup; it was about her unwavering presence, her willingness to navigate the complexities of your struggles. 

You lingered in the embrace, the room filled with a quiet reassurance. Ellie pondered the delicate dance you navigated – the echoes of the past, the path to healing, and the creation of a future sculpted by love and understanding.

"Ellie?" Your voice cut through the silence, a vulnerable timbre. She softly looked up at you, nodding.

"Yeah, babe?”

Your voice trembled with regret as she confessed, her words hanging in the air like delicate petals. "I'm sorry for putting you through this."

Ellie, still cradling you in her warm embrace, felt the weight of those words. She tightened her hold, pulling you closer, and buried her face in the soft strands of your hair. "Don't apologize, my love” Ellie whispered, her breath a gentle caress against your ear. 

"We're a team, you and me. I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

In that moment, Ellie's heart swelled with a mixture of love and determination. She couldn't bear to see you this burdened by guilt. To Ellie, every challenge you faced together was an opportunity to strengthen the bond you shared.

You nodded, your gratitude palpable in the subtle movements of her body. Ellie pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, a silent reassurance that conveyed more than words ever could.

"I'm lucky to have you, Ellie," you admitted, voice a soft melody of affection. Ellie couldn't help but smile, her heart fluttering with affection. "And I'm the luckiest," she replied, her words a testament to the depth of her feelings. In the sweet little moment , Ellie realized how your love had grown, not just in the laughter-filled days but also in the quiet strength you found in each other during moments like these.

"Now, how about we forget about the tough stuff for a while? I was thinking we could watch a movie, just the two of us.”, she asks, a small smile tugging at her lips. Your smile, fragile yet genuine, illuminated the room. 

"Sounds perfect Els.”

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[jhugas]

‘I ONLY NEED YOU’- Jeon Jungkook

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Genre: fluff

Pairing: Jungkook X 8th member! Reader

Summary: Jungkook is scared of the moment you’ll get a boyfriend, he doesn’t want anyone to take his place and he tells you about it.

Word count: ~1k

Warnings/tags: Jungkook is head over heels for her, kissing, in the anecdote in the beginning: INNOCENT kisses as minors (16yo; first kiss; not sexual nor romantic nor detailed).

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It was such a long time Jungkook and you were friends, around 13 years now, and ever since the day he met you, he never stopped protecting you and being sort of possessive.

The members asked him many times if he was sure he didn’t have any feelings for you, but he always denied it, even though he was always head over heels for you.

You remember that once, in a competition, Jungkook felt down and unmotivated, and after thinking with the member how could you motivate him, you decided to tell him that if he won the race, he’d win a kiss from you.

And this kiss will forever be in your hearts, because it was for both of you, your first kiss, you were only 16. It happened in the lockers, after asking the members to leave. And let’s say, you honestly didn’t expect kisses to be so comforting.

His lips were soft, innocent, and hesitant even though he tried to seem confident. And the moment you pulled away and just stared at each other, shyly smiling felt unreal.

Growing up, you used to sometimes, kiss in secret, but Namjoon thought it was a bad idea. He knew what you were doing, and as much as he wanted to let you two have fun like normal teens, he was scared of how this will grow in time and its consequences on the group work.

So you both had to stop around 18 years old.

They were always cute, little and innocents kisses you used to give to each other when you were happy, and you remember telling each other:

‘who said kisses were romantic? Kisses aren’t only for couples!’

And since, every time you were together, there was a tension. You both knew you wanted to kiss and stay with each other, but what if it ruined your career?

Moreover, Jungkook was already possessive and jealous enough like that, so if you started kissing or dating again… he might get jealous of his friends for staying with you, and ruining his friendships.

So in those moments where you wanted to kiss, just simply push your lips against each other, you usually just sat on his lap, facing him and looking at his perfect face.

It could be awkward, but it wasn’t. Then, you just rest your head on his shoulder while he passed his fingers in your hair, and sang to you, just like when you were younger, he read you stories to sleep.

And right now, this was the situation. You’re on his lap, resting your head in the crook of his neck while he plays with your hair and sings to you. When suddenly, you hear him sigh.

‘Mhh? What’s wrong?’

You whisper to him.

‘Nothing… don’t worry.’

He replied, but his voice sounded sad.

‘You know you can tell me everything… right?’

You tell him, trying to get him to talk to you one more time.

‘It’s just… I’m kind of scared of the future…’

He answered after taking a deep breath.

‘The future? What do you mean?’

‘I mean y/n, can you imagine? One day you’ll be married. Married! And guess what, I’m going to be there, watching you two flirt, then start dating, having your ‘first kiss’ and first time, then marrying each other and having kids. I just don’t want to see this. But it has to happen, right?’

He finally said as you face to him.

‘I… no, it doesn’t have to happen, why?’

‘Because I wanna stay with you, and I might be selfish but I want you just to myself, and no one else. There’s a guy out here, that’s going to take my place, and you’re going to love him more than me. I just don’t want to see this.’

‘But, you’re going to start dating too, not just me! One day you’ll have a girlfriend that you’ll marry too!’

‘No, I won’t.’

‘Oh?’

‘Because I only need you and no one else. I only care about you. I don’t care about the whole world hating me if I have you on my side. You’re all I care about, I don’t need anyone else!’

‘You’re just saying this, but in a few years, you might already get married.’

‘With no one yeah! Never!’

‘I can’t be the only one for you… you’ll find someone else, and you’ll see, you’ll probably love her more than me.’

You say, but he frowns his eyebrows and stay like this in silence, looking deep in your eyes. When suddenly, he got closer to you, until his face got just in front of yours.

‘I said, I only, need, you.’

Then a silence settles in, realizing how close you are. It’s so tempting to kiss him, his pink, soft lips with a piercing are begging to be kissed, loved. And you’d like to ask him if you can kiss each other again, or maybe just one last time, but maybe he wasn’t into this anymore… maybe he’d find it odd…

But it’s almost impossible to back up, it’s like your body is moving on its own, your hands leave his shoulders to cup his face, and you look at him one more time.

Again, it could be awkward, but it wasn’t. You catch him looking at your lips, before looking deep into your eyes like he’s asking for permission for something.

You get closer to initiate the move and he immediately pushed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately and slowly. Your lips complementing each other like a puzzle, it’s like he’s the only person that could kiss you like that, that can make you feel so good.

Naturally, your lips start moving along and his hands move from your hips to your back repeatedly, caressing you.

It’s night and there isn’t a single sound bothering you two, the only sound that can be heard is the one of your lips, breaths and your hands exploring each other through the clothes.

It was so pleasing to finally kiss him again after all of those years, this was something you both really needed.

Then, the night went on and finished up by you two cuddling cutely on his bed (with pillows), and the morning started by him bringing breakfast to you, on his bed.

What do you think?

Did he or will he realize his feelings for you?

Will he confess?

Talk about the kiss or just act like nothing happened?

Thank you for reading! Likes are veryyyyy appreciated but reblogs and comments actually help the writers get more exposure. Thank you!

Masterlist

[not-5-rats]

imagine Sugar biting the bullet and asking Seth if he would be cool with meeting their mom. (because with how often they talk about him, she’s probably been asking when she can finally meet him) The only reason they were hesitant is because they didn’t want to come off as insensitive.

Sugar gets super nervous whenever doing anything that could make anybody upset but there's an extra layer added to that with Seth cause they love him and don't want to hurt his feelings. The problem is Sugar loves talking about things they like and Seth is their favourite thing to talk about, so their Mum very quickly learned about him and instantly wanted to meet him. Daily messages/calls/voicemails anything to ask Sugar when she could meet him but there were a couple reasons Sugar was afraid to ask:

Firstly, they felt it would be insensitive due to Seths relationship with his Mum and would never want to make him upset (even though in reality Seth would see it as an honour to meet their Mother. The idea that they trust him/care about him enough to let him meet any of their family makes his heart melt)

Secondly, imagine if Sugars Mum wasn't the best at recognising social boundaries and could be quite intrusive. They would be afraid of her saying something to Seth that made him upset or brought up things he didn't want to address especially with their Mum around. And whilst they would hate to hurt Seths feelings the idea of trying to ask their Mum to watch what she was saying would be so awkward and they didn't want to hurt her feelings either!

So when they finally decide to ask the question they were a mess, a MESS. They were sat in Sugars room, their comfort film was on TV as they sat on the edge of their bed, Seth on the floor between their legs as they gently brushed his hair with their hands. Braiding it and undoing the braids only to do them up again. Nobody had spoken in a while, this is just what they did whenever Sugar was anxious/upset but didn't want to talk about it so Seth hadn't tried to prod into what was going on. Finally Sugar spoke

"So sweetheart, there's something I've been meaning to ask you...and I just want you to know there's no pressure from anyone, the decision is entirely up to you and I respect whatever that may be!"

Seth tilted his head up to look at them noticing how they were staring at the wall directly in front of them instead of down at him

"Hm? 's everything okay Sugar?"

He gently pulled their face down to meet his yet still they refused to look at him as their hands kept fidgeting with his hair

"Well, you know I love you alot and I talk about you quite a bit to- well everyone I know. I've been told I talk too much but I don't think so. One person in particular has taken quite the interest in you and has been bugging me...constantly about how much sh- they want to meet you"

They fell silent once more quickly glancing down at his face to make sure he wasn't upset before looking back at the wall, taking a deep breath and continuing

"Said person is infact, my mother, she really wants to meet you and I know you might not feel comfortable with that and I completely understand if you don't wan-"

They were cut off by a soft kiss being planted on their lips as Seth pulled them forward, he smiled as they parted, his voice quiet and comforting

"Darlin' I would love to come meet your Ma, if anything I'm honoured you'd let me meet her"

Tears were forming in Sugars eyes, this is how worked up they had been, they leant forward and kissed him once more, holding their hands just under his chin

"You mean it? You ain't upset with me, this isn't too much, cause hun I don't wanna make you do anything you don't want to d-"

"Sugar, I know this is big deal but you really need to calm down. Why don't we watch this for a bit longer, maybe even cuddle and when you're feeling a bit better we can talk details for when I meet your Ma, that sound good?"

They stared at him a moment a smile threatening to split their face in two before slowly nodding and slipping onto the floor, cuddling up beside him

"...thank you Seth, I love you so much"

"Of course darlin, I love you more"

"What? I love you more!"

"Nah I love you the most"

"I love you the mostest"

(This went on for ages)

[another-random-paradise]

Welcome!~

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I will definitely remake this post with more detail, this is being made on a whim- but for a general idea:

• I am Leanda, and I’ve been into writing for 3 years now, but this is my first time writing more than just drafts!

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[lovetaroandtaemin]

Kinktober 2024

Day 24: Face Sitting

Kim Jongin x Reader Word Count: 1,267 THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!! Warnings: Oral (f recieving), soft dom!reader x sub!Kai, mentioned alcohol, a little bit of dom!Kai at the end, a little bit of dry humping implied round 2. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know! Does a really cliche plot need a warning?? A/N: If you would like to be added to my Kinktober taglist, you can send an ask, send a dm, or comment on any of my Kinktober-related posts with the username that you'd like tagged. Happy reading!

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Fic is under the cut.

You felt terrible for admitting it, but you loved having quiet nights at home when Jongin went out with his friends. He’d gone to his friend Chanyeol’s bachelor party a couple of hours before. Ever the homebody, you planned to use the surprise alone time to work on some creative projects that you’d been neglecting. Since he’d left, you’d been sitting on your couch, crocheting a bag for your best friend, and watching one of the worst movies you’d ever seen. You didn’t even remember the movie’s title. All you knew was that the acting was questionable at best, the story made no sense, and the sets looked like they cost $5 combined to make.

When you were almost done back panel for your friend’s bag, your phone rang. It was a welcome distraction since you were starting to get bored. You saw who was calling, however, and your heart started racing. Jongin never called you when he went out unless something went wrong, and you felt your mind go wild with possible scenarios as his name flashed across your screen.

Your mind immediately quieted when you heard Jongin laughing without a care in the world. He continued talking to his friends like he hadn’t just called you, and that was when you realized that he’d butt-dialed you. You were about to hang up, you really were, but then you heard Chanyeol say, “Come on, dude. There has to be something you haven’t told her you wanna try out.”

“There’s nothing,” Jongin responded, sounding slightly annoyed.

“What about all the stuff you told me when you were drunk?” Baekhyun asked with a teasing tone to his voice.

“You swore you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Jongin said.

“What is it?” Jongdae asked.

Jongin mumbled something you couldn’t hear. Then, Chanyeol told him to speak up, and he said, “I wanna ask her to sit on my face.” After your boyfriend’s confession, you heard laughter from Jongdae. Then you heard a slap, and Jongdae groaned in pain. That was when you chose to hang up.

Jongin’s admission gave you a lot of ideas. It had been a while since you tried anything new in the bedroom, and you figured that it was about time for that to change. So, you made plans to go lingerie shopping in the morning to surprise him when he came home from work. When he saw you looking sexy, you would tell him about what you heard and hopefully things would progress from there.

Shopping for lingerie went better than you were expecting it to. Typically, when you went shopping for that sort of thing, you never really found anything that you liked. Now, it was amazing how quickly you found a set that you loved. It was a lavender set of bra and panties, with a detailed pattern of small purple flowers covering both pieces. You knew that you would feel sexy wearing it, and you knew that Jongin would go crazy when he saw you wearing it.

When Jongin came home from work, he was not expecting you to be sitting on the couch in your new lingerie. He wasn’t complaining, of course. He loved how you looked in it, just like you knew that he would. As he moved closer to you, he asked, “What’s all this, baby?”

“Just a little surprise for you. Do you like it?”

“I love it, but what’s the occasion?”

“There’s no occasion. I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, I love it, baby. And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You looked like you wanted to say something else, but you hesitated. Jongin noticed and asked, “What’s up, baby?”

“Well, you butt-dialed me last night, and I heard you tell the guys that you wanted to try something with me.” Jongin blushed bright red at your words, remembering his confession the night before, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Then, you quickly added, “I bought these to surprise you because I wanted to ask if you would be willing to try it tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. That sounds great,” he stuttered out, “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive, baby.”

You gently led Jongin to your bedroom and instructed him to lie down on your bed. He did as he was told, and you removed the lingerie you were wearing at an agonizingly slow pace. He whined softly at your teasing, and you had to admit that you thought it was adorable. Typically, Jongin was the one in charge in the bedroom, no questions asked. As the two of you prepared to try something new, however, he had left that power firmly in your hands, and you loved it.

You carefully climbed into bed, placing your thighs on either side of Jongin’s face before gently lowering yourself. The moment he tasted your pussy, you were all he could think about. It took every ounce of self-control that he could muster, but he started out slowly, gently licking your clit.

You moaned as you felt Jongin’s mouth on you, but you still wanted more. You softly said, “More, baby. Please,” and that was all it took for his self-control to go out the window. He held your thighs so tightly you were sure there would be marks in the morning as he continued to eat you out.

Almost immediately, you found yourself getting so lost in pleasure you could hardly think straight. Jongin didn’t seem to be faring much better, since he couldn’t think about anything but how you tasted. As he savored you, you couldn’t help but think that he sounded like he was the one that had your mouth on him instead of the other way around. It was cute to see him so drunk on you, honestly.

“Fuck! Feels so good, baby. Just like that,” you moaned as you started to slowly rock your hips back and forth. Jongin felt like he was in heaven as you moved your pussy against his mouth, and he made a mental note to ask you to do this more often. In order for you to do that, though, you needed to get through this time. And Jongin was determined to give you as much pleasure as possible before it ended.

It didn’t take long at all before you felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten. You hastily warned Jongin that you were close, and he gripped your thighs tighter as he started gently sucking on your clit again. Seconds after your warning, you came undone on his tongue with a drawn-out moan. Your boyfriend moaned louder as he drank up your release, and for a moment you wondered if he came in his pants.

After you caught your breath, you carefully got off of the bed. When you saw Jongin’s fucked-out facial expression, you couldn’t help but think about the fact that your prior activities had been entirely focused on you and want to fix that. He saw the way you stared at his pants as you had the realization, and that combined with the ache between his legs gave him the same realization.

Before you could really process what was happening, you were pinned to your bed, and Jongin was rubbing his clothed cock against your pussy. You moaned at the contact, still sensitive from your previous release. Despite the sensitivity, you still wanted Jongin, and it was obvious that he wanted you. Sure, you would definitely be tired in the morning, but that didn’t matter. Even though he’d just made you cum with his tongue, you couldn’t wait to cum around his cock.

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to see what else I've written so far and the rest of what's planned, you can find my Kinktober masterlist here. If you'd like to read one of my non-Kinktober works, you can find my general masterlist here. If you'd like to see what I'm going to be working on once Kinktober is over, you can find my upcoming works here. If none of that interests you, or there's something specific you'd like to see, send a request via asks or dms!

Thank you again for reading, happy spooky season!

[dreamtydraw]

Hello from the Fishbowl!

Oh I’m so glad you and plant anon agree with me on my vn red flags/icks! Like I said a lot of the red flags and icks I tend to have are really subjective so I get that some people will love what I kinda hate but it’s nice to see I’m not alone on stuff :)

Also, is it bad that I kinda wanna hear more about Heir to Love and Lie? I’ve never played any Fictif games but this sounds like some hot gossip I want in on, tell me more about how bad of a game it is lol. From an outsider perspective I think it’s kinda funny how it’s like “Yes the Fictif app has a bunch of great and fun stories with a ton of good content- NO DONT LOOK AT THAT STORY ITS HIDEOUS-” I know the stories are probably made by different teams so it makes sense that there’s differences in quality but still

Last Legacy and now Roadkill have peaked my interest since I’ve seen you talk about it here (I had never heard of Fictif at all before) but I’ve been a little hesitant to give the games a try because they’re mobile games and frankly I’m not the biggest fan of playing vn style games on mobile, I used to all the time but the grinding for stuff like story keys just to get content that may or may not be good kinda grated on me so I stopped and haven’t looked back. But idk maybe I’ll decide to give Fictif a chance when I have the time, your love for the games are definitely convincing me to give it a shot :)

Also I hope you get better soon and you’re not sick with anything too serious! Take care of yourself!

-🐟

( ok i’ll do proganda about the good game of fictif ask me about htlal on another ask )

Ok so i’ll start by saying that you should def play roadkil, last legacy and monster manor on the fictif app, WITH A CRACKED VERSION! If you have an Android play with a mod app and you won’t have to pay for the special choice ( you still have to wait for keys tho but it’s manageable) I personally use Modyolo. With the mod there is no grind, you just wait for your keys to regenerate to play the chapters.

Why you should play last legacy ? Last legacy is a really well written fantasy romance made by queers, for queers with good queers characters. The narrative is limited but realize that fans of this game haven’t had update in 2 years and we all still love this, that how good the game is for us. What I really appreciate is the approach of the romance, the well-written worldbuilding, and the interesting plot and evolution of the li throughout the story + bonus points the art is really pretty + the music is awesome

This is an otome where you feel the passion of the dev because of all the details and care they put into the characters. It sad that we’ll never get an ending but just because it’s my second favorite otome after Our life i really recomand.

Now another wonderful story on the app is Monster manor. It’s a reviseted tale of beauty and the beast where mc is a reparator that come helps the resident of the manor to fix the place and also fix their issue. Again it’s very well written and although you can get subtile subtext on romance this one is very axed on exploring the character's mental health and their story of self-improvement. ALSO IT HAS A CANON TRANS DRAGON CREATURE WHO’S THE SWEETEST I LOVE HIM HE’S SO WHOLESOME-

Bonus the music is so good i even added it on my spotify- and good art

Monster Manor is one of those stories that leave a very specific feeling in you. I don't know how to describe it but it just has a lot of wholesomeness and character going troughs sad but relatable problems that you see get better and makes you happy that they're healing.

now.... my guilty pleasure.... Roadkil !

THE BROMANCE OF THIS GAME IS SO GOOD I swear

Objectively: This game feels like a wild mess of fan fiction with random scenario after scenario and cliché horror moments, but oh man the ambiance. The best trio of Li, they are close friends, and in the 3 routes the group is just such an amazing friend group. The characters are lovely and it's like reading a bad yet good wattpad fanfic : well written ? no ? But the ideas ? good !

Like i said, this game is based on cliché of horror movies but also on american culture ( which I learned trought this game lol ). It has longer chapters than the other two games (except Tess but Tess got hit by the sexism of a greedy company that wants shirtless men in dating sim to attract gurls ) BUT they all shine.

Poe's route had me ugly crying in the end, Howie's ending is AWFULL but I had a great time, Tess is actually a superbe F Li even whith the dev having to cut her short and ruin her ending, she shine very britgh in the other routes and her own ( for ex she's the one with a shotgun and the one that won you and howie a teddy bear )

I really need more people to play roadkill because it's an underated banger in my opinion and it has many great scenes in the mess of scenarios ( the intro is really good for ecxemple )

Like, when I say not all game needs to be well written? That's what I'm talking about, this one is a hot delightful mess

ANYWAY! My rambling was long but I hope it was interessing !

[pixiepirate16]

i obviously put the mean ones as a joke but please tell me what you think in the comments follow me for more content like this if you want to of course. but it really means a lot me when you do follow me and when you like my stuff im just a struggling singing trying to make it in this world and i also write stuff on wattpad if you want the details about my songwriting or my stuff on wattpad or if you just want someone to talk to or if you just want some advise about anything i mean anything please please dont hesitate to dm me im always here if you wanna talk or if you just wanna ask me a question. any agnoligment (i spelled that so wrong) means the world to me. anyways ik no one is going to read this but if you do please comment and if you do follow me i always follow back. but anyways sorry for the rant please vote if you want to. -pixie pirate (love you guys)

oh yea people please ask me questions if you want to

[tis-i-bi-oxirito]

Hi hiiiii I don’t post often so idk how to start this, but I wanna talk about (and bring back) an AU I made over a year ago, back in may 2023. I ended up dropping it for various reasons, but I was thinking about it today so here we are :D (The first chapter of the fic I had planned to write is still up on AO3)

Long story short, it’s a WxS angst AU (although mostly Rui angst, the other also get their turn) called the Remembrance AU. Not to worry! I intend for the ending to be a happy one. Since I made so long ago, WxS are still in their first/second year of high school, so it’s also the case in this AU. Anyways, here goes (details under the cut):

While rehearsing for a show, the roof of the stage collapses (damaged due to a storm the previous night, not that anyone noticed) on the people practicing. Those people being Emu, Tsukasa and Nene. They don’t make it. Rui, having been watching from the benches to do his director stuff, witnesses the whole thing and understandably feels Not Very Good about the whole thing. He fears that one of his inventions was the cause for a while (it wasn’t). In his grief, he decides to write a book about his friends, so that they can be remembered. So that he doesn’t forget. He even goes as far as asking anyone who he is aware knew his friends to get stories about them from others sources. So their portrayals are as accurate as possible.

At 19 years old, not too long after having published the book, he wakes up in a weird dimension tht looks like a library. He believes it to be a Sekai for a moment (he misses the Wonderland Sekai and its inhabitants…), until he is greeted by a weird shadowy figure. The figure tells him that this dimension is the place where everyone’s memories are stored, both alive and dead, both remembered and forgotten. The figure also says that they’re the guardien of this place, its Librarian. But they’ve been doing this for a long time, they’re tired and want to pass their job to someone else. They say that they were very impressed with Rui’s passion to immortalize his friends’ memories in a book, and that they would like for Rui to be their successor. The downside to this would be that Rui would have to let go of his own memories.

Rui is afraid. He’s angry. He worked so hard for his friends to be remembered, and now someone wants to take that away? No. No way. But then again… those memories are out into the world now. What does it change if he forgets? All remembering does is hurt. So… so he accepts. Rui becomes the new Librarian.

Meanwhile, in the real world, over a decade later, a reincarnated Emu has her first conversation with a reincarnated Nene, and Nene’s older brother Tsukasa, also reincarnated (they don’t know). Due to a twist of fate, they end up in a weird dimension that looks like a library…

And the rest is to be told another time ;) I would really love to hear any of you guys’ feedback, and if you have any questions, additions or anything, don’t hesitate to tell me :D (my asks are open!!)

[lumassen]

Hello! welcome back i'm so happy to see you return even if it's only sometimes💕💕💕

I have a prompt but of course no pressure if you don't like it :)

i always find it interesting how sufin is the perfect couple when dennor is not established or are having a fight so you could maybe have it vice versa?? like maybe one of dennor giving advice after a fight or helping sufin confess to eachother?? :))

Hello!! Thank you so much for the ask, I honestly really loved this prompt but damn I’m rustyyyy 🥲 but I hope this is kinda what you wanted!

(If anyone has another prompt that they wanna send, please do!)

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Last night was the worst fight they’d ever had. Berwald turned to look at what was the result of not enough sleep across his face in the elevator mirror and frowned when dark eye bags stared back at him from behind his glasses.

Frustration between them had been building for weeks, Berwald wasn’t stupid, but he’d never been one to talk about his feelings. Instead, he just let his annoyance grow until one silly little thing caused their perfect facade to crumble.

Timo was the type who couldn’t hurt a fly, or at least that’s how he portrayed himself to other people, but Berwald had found himself engaging in shouting matches across the table, driving home in silence after a disagreement in the grocery store car park, and sleeping on the sofa more times than he cared to admit.

The elevator doors opened, and Berwald slunk across the office floor to his cubicle, shaking his head when the photo of himself and his boyfriend that was framed on his desk was the first thing he laid eyes on when he sat down. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and as if his ears were burning knowing that Berwald was still stewing, Timo had text him.

[Message from Timo: Morning honey. Shall we meet for lunch later? I wanna say sorry and make it up to you. Love you.]

Dropping his phone onto the desk, Berwald sighed and turned his computer on, not in the mood to reply just yet.

It was 08:05, and Berwald was an hour early, but the office seemed a better choice than an awkward breakfast at home when neither he nor Timo would want to be the first to speak. The office was quiet at this time and nearly empty save for the regular early risers. For the first hour and a half of his work, Berwald went without coffee in order to avoid any small talk in the kitchen, but eventually he ran out of steam and pushed himself away from his desk and stood up. Luckily his cubicle was only a short walk to the corridor and he kept his head down as he crossed the office.

Pushing open the door to the kitchen with his shoulder, Berwald stepped inside and immediately wanted to turn around and walk back out again when an overly cheerful face turned to greet him.

“Mornin’ Oxenstierna!” Matthias began, “Damn you look rough.” though faltered when he noticed Berwald’s deeper set than usual scowl.

“Wow, real smooth babe.” Sigurd chided his husband from where he sat at the table by the window as he folded his newspaper and set it down in front of him.

“What? I’m just sayin’! Everythin’ alright pal?” Matthias handed Berwald the coffee he’d just made and then busied himself with pouring another.

Matthias and Sigurd were, in Berwald’s opinion, completely insane to want to work at the same company as each other, and he had no idea how they weren’t sick of each other. But the three of them got on as colleagues, and unless you knew them both personally you’d have no idea that they were even dating, let alone married for 5 years, choosing to remain completely professional.

Hesitating for a moment, Berwald stared into his mug before slumping into the empty chair opposite Sigurd. Having worked together for years, Matthias and Sigurd were privy to details about Berwald’s private life, and were the closest thing to friends that he’d ever made in a workplace before.

“Had a fight again.” He sighed, then glanced at Sigurd whose expression softened.

“Again?” Matthias said as he sat beside Berwald. Berwald just nodded.

The morning breakfast talk show that was on the break room TV dully filled the space for a moments while Berwald ran back over the events of yesterday evening in his mind.

“I just dunno where I’m goin’ wrong.” He sighed again.

Clasping his hands on the table in front of him, Sigurd sat forward.

“What was it about this time?” He asked. There was a lightness to his voice, with no hint of judgement in the question.

Berwald shrugged, “I couldn’t really tell ya, it started when I mentioned that another beer might not be a good idea when we both had work in the morning.”

Just like their previous arguments, this one had been no different in that it had started over something so mundane. But with each argument that came and went, both Berwald and Timo were fueled with more ammo that they could use against each other, bringing up past things that they had said to the other that hurt them and scoring points. It was messy, and Berwald knew that it could be the deciding factor of whether their relationship would work or not long term if they carried on this way.

Matthias looked over at Sigurd for a moment, then back to Berwald, “Did ya ever fight this way before you both moved in together?”

“Not really. It’s like we never had time to, y’know?” Berwald said, then felt himself turn a bit pink at the thought of the beginnings of his relationship with Timo, fleeting one night stands at each other’s apartments, a quick screw in the back of the car here and there, until moving in with each other seemed like the natural next step. It was bliss at first, until it suddenly wasn’t.

“Look, it’s only been a few months right? And he’s never lived with a partner before?” Matthias continued, and Berwald took a moment to swig his coffee.

“Me an’ Sig would fight when we first moved in with each other, it takes a while to adjust to learnin’ things about your partner that ya didn’t know before.” Matthias gave Berwald a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and Sigurd nodded in agreement with his husband,

“But that doesn’t mean things can carry on as they are. How do you apologise to each other?” He asked.

Berwald blinked, the question taking him aback a little,

“I, uh, suppose we just forget about it. Timo will bake somethin’ sometimes, or I’ll pick him up from work with some chocolate. Then there’s, uh, y’know,”

“Make-up sex?” Sigurd interjected nonchalantly when Berwald slipped his finger beneath his collar when it suddenly felt too tight.

“Yeah, that.”

Suddenly, Berwald was no longer in the break room, but in a shrink's office, and half expected Sigurd to bring out a chaise lounge for him to lie on and a pen and paper any minute. But as tough as it was to talk about his feelings, Berwald could feel himself wanting to open up. Quickly he looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one else was in the break room before sucking in a quick breath,

“I know I make him sound like an asshole when I talk ‘bout him sometimes, but there’s so many good things about us too. I just worry that we’re bringin’ out the worst in each other.”

Timo’s smiling face now filled Berwald’s mind's eye, and he wished that he hadn’t seen it replaced with a frown, or tear-filled eyes, or twisted into anger as many times as he had.

“Do ya mind if we offer you some advice?”

Berwald hadn’t noticed Matthias get up, and as he spoke he stood over Berwald’s shoulder and refilled his coffee mug.

Looking up at him, Berwald let his walls drop completely,

“Please.” He said, his tone hopeful.

Sigurd asked Berwald to name some things that Timo did that irritated him, and after thinking for a moment he rattled off a few things; like the fact that he spent too much money when they went to the grocery store on impulse purchases, that he always had to be the one to have the last word, that he could hold a grudge forever as though he were hoping for a Guinness world record, and that he had a harsh tongue that was scarily good at throwing insults.

“Now, what do you think pisses him off about you?” Matthias said with a smirk, chin in palm.

“What?” Berwald raised an eyebrow.

Sigurd shrugged, “Timo isn’t arguing with himself here, come on, think.”

Chewing on his fingernail, Berwald didn’t need to think hard at all.

“I’m stubborn, passive-aggressive, don’t like to admit when I’m wrong.” He mumbled against his finger.

“We know,” Sigurd laughed, and Berwald grimaced,

“But we’re not sayin’ you need to change, just be aware of these things. Tell Timo when he annoys you, and be open to his opinions too. I like the guy, and it’s pretty obvious you two are into each other or you wouldn’t be this upset when you argue.”

Sigurd sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, point made.

“And the sleepin’ on the couch needs to stop. As shitty as it is, being next to Timo means that you aren’t as tempted to sit and overthink when you’re on your own. You say he always has to have the last word, what if that’s an apology or an olive branch even if his back is turned on ya in bed?” Matthias added.

Now it was Berwald’s turn to smirk, “Sounds like you’re speakin’ from experience there,” he said, but was shocked when Matthias grinned and nodded,

“Damn right I am, but now we’re married so take from that advice what you will bro.”

Downing the last dregs of coffee from his mug, Berwald stood up. He collected the three empty mugs and took them to the sink to wash, his way of thanking Matthias and Sigurd for lending an ear.

With a nod in their direction, Berwald left the break room sauntered back to his desk to retrieve his phone;

[Message to Timo: Got a meeting over lunch, but lets cook dinner and talk later. Love you too.]

[sitp-recs]

Hi! I recently read Here’s Looking At You Kid by MesserMoon and loved it. It was a rarepair I’ve never heard of (George/Blaise), and I wanted to ask: do you have any fav fics featuring rarepairs that are practically unknown/no one talks about them? Thank you!

Hi anon! I’ve heard great things about this fic, was even thinking about reading it on my trip but I ended up taking a break from fandom too 🤣 I’m a bit hesitant to declare this or that ship as popular/non-popular bc perception is often deceiving - my Tumblr bubble talks a lot about some rare pairs that are not necessarily popular on AO3 (like Harry/Teddy, here’s a specific list if anyone’s interested) while other ships are not as popular here but have over 1k fics (like Harry/Pansy). In the end I didn’t want to overthink this so I just went for my favorite fics — there are quite a few het ships and they are not generally long; I like my rare pairs short & smutty like the doctor ordered 👍🏼 lastly, I wanna mention two authors who write a variety of excellent rare pairs: pauraque and AU champion provocative_envy. You can’t go wrong with any of their fics!

Harry's Pots by HenryMercury (G, 1.8k) - Harry/Dean

Dean goes to art school in the States for four years and when he comes back Harry bloody Potter has become a maker and merchant of ceramics.

Between the Houses by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (E, 2k) - Dean/Charlie

He paused on the doormat, taking out the ring that he’d stowed away several hours ago. Its white golden band caught on the amber light coming from the torches that lined the road of houses, and nestled in the middle of the ring was a circular moonstone that had belonged to his great-great-grandmother.

They Bought A Sports Bar by @fw00shy (T, 2.2k) - Ginny/Cho

Ginny buys a sports bar (run-down biker pub, really) and ropes Cho into helping out. They're just business partners, so why does everyone else think they're more?

lace and scars by tryslora (E, 2.2k) - Lavender/Hermione

No one can wear lace like Lavender can.

Up the Road by @ruinsplume (T, 2.6k) - Tonks/Charlie

The best way, Tonks thinks, would be to take the initiative herself. But it has to be a boy she can stand to ask, one who won’t laugh at her, one who might actually agree to what Tonks knows is a preposterous situation, even if she can’t say exactly why.

Hand Check by provocative_envy (T, 2.7k) - Theo/Blaise

“I’m just . . .” Blaise trails off, realizing he probably doesn’t need to explain to Nott why he’s buying lube. Except—he wants to. He wants to explain to Nott why he’s buying lube. In detail. Graphic detail. Exceptional detail. He wants to demonstrate, wants to show off, wants to outline all the ways he’s uniquely qualified to take care of Nott, all the reasons he’s uniquely capable of taking care of Nott. How he can do it better. Do it best. “Yeah.”

Drip, Honey, Drip by tamlane (E, 3k) - Lily Luna/Michael Corner

Lily's boss catches her daydreaming on a Friday afternoon. He thinks there could be a business opportunity in it, and he wants to hear more. Sequel here.

Seasonal by provocative_envy (M, 3.4k) - Narcissa/Charlie

Charlie’s balls-to-the-wall stupid gap year finally sputters to a grinding, inauspicious halt somewhere in the rural Tuscan countryside.

Mothering Sunday by pauraque (T, 3.6k) - Astoria/Narcissa

Narcissa always wanted a little girl of her own, and Astoria never really had a proper Mum. Together they build something that neither of them ever knew was possible.

Boyfriend Dick by fw00shy (E, 3.8k) - Pansy/Percy

Percy was the Parkinson accountant. He had no business babysitting Pansy on her birthday yacht. Pansy was turning twenty-one. She was a bloody adult, and she was going to prove it to everyone by fucking the Weasley nerd.

Her Life in Dreams and Wakefulness by rillalicious (M, 4.2k) - Luna/Gabrielle

The first time she has the dream, Gabrielle is sixteen years old.

Life During Wartime by ruinsplume (E, 4.6k) - Sirius/Charlie

Between worrying about whether his father will recover from the snake bite and being jam-packed into Grimmauld Place with a family that doesn't understand him, Charlie's having a rough time of it. Fortunately for him, Sirius is going to smooth things out.

The Secret Incantation by pauraque (E, 5k) - Sirius/Hermione

This is what she wants. This is what he needs.

Puddlemere’s New Man by mindabbles (E, 6k) - Teddy/Oliver

Teddy is willing to put in the work. He’s willing to practice twice as hard as anyone else, except that no one can out-work Oliver — a fact that Teddy finds he doesn’t mind in the least.

Postscript by provocative_envy (T, 6.5k) - Harry/Pansy

Pansy is getting married for all the wrong reasons, and then she meets Harry.

On the Same Side by rillalicious (M, 7.5k) - Teddy/Charlie

Teddy is heading to Romania to protest a proposed anti-dragon law. He finds an interesting ally there.

testosterone (sounds like a spell) by pauraque (E, 8k) - Justin/Hannah 🏳️‍⚧️

Justin never returned to Hogwarts after the Death Eaters came. He's found that the Muggle world offers other kinds of transfiguration — a body alchemy far more powerful than any magic spell. Sometimes he wonders if anyone even remembers that once, years ago, he was a novice wizard.

Of The Race That Knows Joseph by scoradh (E, 8.4k) - Remus/Regulus

When dead men walk and badgers give you sarcastic looks, it's time to re-evaluate what it means to be a werewolf.

Hopelessly Devoted To You by @writcraft (E, 10k) - Harry/George

Harry and George watch a lot of musicals and accidentally fall in love.

like the lost lyrics of a song suddenly remembered by @lqtraintracks (E, 11k) - Teddy/Bill, Teddy/James

Teddy Lupin, aging rockstar, is making a comeback after his life and career were nearly ruined by an illegal potions habit. Everyone's out to support him tonight. Including the man he's always tried so hard not to love -- as well as the man he's always turned to instead.

Burned Silk, Buckled Leather by ruinsplume (E, 12k) - Draco/Sirius

When Sirius discovers a down-and-out Draco Malfoy lurking around the edges of a Muggle kink club, he thinks he knows just what Draco needs. He isn't expecting to run into some long-buried needs of his own.

The Hollow by @wolfpants (E, 12k) - Draco/Remus

They both drink, and Remus wonders how much longer he can stay here. His eyes are already moving around slowly, looking for an escape. Anything to get away from the eerily familiar slope of Draco’s cheekbones, from the richness of the voice that sounds so much like the ghost inside his own head.

Still the pine-woods scent the moon by @fluxweeed (E, 15k) - Harry/Remus

You’ve learned to ignore the stench of perpetual horniness that Harry—twenty years old and finally free—exudes. That is, until you walk into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place and find him naked, spread over the table, with Draco Malfoy pounding into him from behind.

Rebirth (Coming Home) by @onbeinganangel (T, 16k) - Harry/Regulus

Harry’s decrepit House Elf is dying. If things were normal, that would be a sad but ultimately natural thing. However, he’s Harry Potter and — of bloody course — nothing can ever be normal. Why shouldn’t Kreacher’s death have to involve Draco Malfoy, who Harry hasn’t seen in two years, and Regulus Black, who Harry has thought was dead for over twenty years?

The Werewolf Handbook, Page 147 by Snegurochka (E, 20k) - Teddy/Bill

Everyone knows that when a person with any werewolf blood reaches 21, untamed sexual urges will manifest themselves and require an outlet. It's a fact. No question about it. The Werewolf Handbook says so, right there on page 147.

Mirror, Mirror by @orange-peony (E, 23k) - George/Lee

George feels a wave of relief washing over him at the thought that he still has time, that he can still get his shit together and stop feeling so utterly broken every single moment of the day, and then maybe he will be good enough for Lee.

Within These Walls by sara_holmes (E, 24k) - Draco/Seamus

Torture, rebellion, war and Draco Malfoy. Seamus won't even know where to start telling this story if they all make it out the other side.

Spring Street by rillalicious (T, 25k) - Harry/Pansy

Harry's been undercover for eight years, on a case that's going nowhere fast. Then Pansy Parkinson is kidnapped, and everything changes.

The Sketchbook by Snegurochka (E, 30k) - Teddy/Sirius

Sketching portraits of Sirius Black had been Teddy's way of avoiding life in the present for years. He never expected one of them would come to life, but then, he might have known that interacting with any kind of magical parchment invented by a Marauder would only open up one epic can of worms.

you will burn right now but then you won't regret it by @thistlecatfics (M, 32k) - Tonks/Fleur

Eight years after Voldemort’s defeat, as the illegal potions trade ravages England and the government intensifies lycanthropic restrictions in response, Fleur and Tonks join forces to uncover corruption in the Ministry.

The NottPott Chronicles by @amarillis39 and @missmrah (E, 33k) - Harry/Theo

A series of moments from Theo and Harry’s lives as they learn to navigate their relationship, deal with their demons or just simply revel in each other’s company.

May Contain Nuts by scoradh (E, 32k) - Harry/George

After Voldemort is defeated, the script for Harry's life comes to an end. Unsure of what to do with his life, he does nothing. Only one person is on hand to show Harry that a hero is not the sum of his vanquished enemies, but he's got problems of his own.

The Secretary by PacificRimbaud (E, 46k) - Percy/Pansy

Threatened with the loss of her trust fund allowance, wild child Pansy Parkinson takes her mother up on an offer she can't refuse: a job at the Ministry of Magic as personal secretary to tightly wound bureaucrat Percy Weasley.

Play Me Like A Love Song by writcraft (E, 67k) - Minerva/Will

Minerva McGonagall doesn’t believe in love at first sight, which is why her instant attraction to drag king Wilhelmina ("Will") Grubbly-Plank is so unexpected. War tears apart the wizarding world and as one battle ends Minerva and Will must fight once more, this time for the lives of their friends on Little Compton Street.

[stellewriites]

https://www.tumblr.com/stellewriites/765393221177196544/httpswwwtumblrcomstellewriites76537667751582?source=share — thanks for offering to tell me! it’s not so much that i can’t read it, rather i’m just mentally preparing since i love the fic so much already. only question now is on how violent is it gonna be 😬 (the noncon), if you’ve thought that far ahead. by that i mean are we talking physically forced through harm etc or like being coerced emotionally/or verbally. can’t wait for any other future work xx.

hi again anon!!

i literally just finished this scene so i’m gonna describe it under the cut for spoiler reasons but i’m not gonna go into graphic detail - more black and white plain language so you can decide what you wanna do 🫂

again just let me know if you want the lines before and after the scene - it’s not detrimental to the plot so you can skip it easily xx

it starts closer to physical harm. reader is slightly injured/dazed and has her upper body held still by johnny while kyle has sex with her. though they don’t threaten to harm her, johnny was the one to make her dazed and they don’t give her much room to move. she says no and stop - this is used when kyle first steps behind her and then when he moves it along a little too quickly (encouraged by johnny) and she’s worried about not enough prep.

there’s a single use of ‘slut’ by johnny. they both are convinced (or pretending, up to readers’ interpretation) that she’s into it and only hesitant because of her husband/being married.

towards the end it dips into dubcon with reader pushing back into kyle and she has a brief thought when kyle cums inside her about how maybe now she’ll get the baby she’s always wanted.

they take her to their room and when she’s passing out (adrenaline, head injury, a generally exhausting day before allll of this too) johnny plays with the cum leaking out and rubs his cock through it. not explicitly stated but inferred that he has sex with her when she’s asleep.

i’ll also note that in regards to reader’s pov i don’t get descriptive with how she feels - if you’re concerned it might be quite graphic in describing her panic or stress or internal thoughts as it happens, i don’t go into that. it’s smth i find difficult to read and write myself. at most it goes more into her hiding the reluctant pleasure she feels as it happens, e.g. hiding her face in johnnys leg to muffle any sounds.

hope this has helped any!! if you’ve got any more questions anon please please feel free to send them in and ask, i’m happy to explain anything else in more detail or less if this was too much or whatever you need for an easier read :D