#oneshot fic

[monsoonsosoon]

imagine meeting John Wick at a classic car show...

rock music drifts through the crisp air as you stroll amongst the rows of beautiful cars, admiring their gleaming paint jobs, when you spot a particularly eye-catching one parked at the end. it's a grey Mustang, and you're just drawn to it for some reason. it stands out amongst the others

you approach it, in awe at its pristine state. the owner obviously takes great care of it. you lean into the open window, smiling as you take in the gorgeous interior and leather seats. caught up in admiration, you don't notice the handsome older man approaching from behind. the owner of the sports car...john wick.

"like what you see?" a deep voice mutters, startling you. you quickly rise from the window and turn towards the voice.

"oh, I'm sorry sir! I just...really love your car," you say softly, cheeks heating up when you make eye contact with him. wearing a brown leather jacket, a simple black t-shirt, and dark jeans, he looks deliciously rugged.

he chuckles as he leans against his car, looking down at you.

"no worries, I appreciate it. she's my baby," he responds.

"I-it's a Mustang, correct? 1970...?" you ask as you fidget with the hem of your shirt, squirming under his intense gaze.

"close. she's a '69," he replies warmly. you nod in reply, too shy to speak, creating a bit of awkward silence. he digs into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys.

"wanna go for a spin?" he asks, "you seem quite intrigued by her," he says with a small smile.

your eyes widen at the prospect of riding in the beautiful vintage sports car with an even more attractive older man. you bite your lip before nodding excitedly.

"i'd love to...thank you, mister..."

"wick. john wick. But you can just call me john," he replies cooly.

he walks towards the passenger door, pulling it open for you. you give him a shy smile as you settle onto the cozy leather seat. your heart pounds as he walks around the car to the driver's side. you take in his handsome features as he enters, catching a whiff of his alluring cologne.

you blush at his eye contact.

the engine roars to life, and your heart flutters at the powerful vibrations pulsing through the car. you grip the cool metal of the inner door handle, bracing yourself for the ride.

"hold on tight," john utters gruffly as he presses on the gas.

[hoomandoescosplay]

Love Language | L Lawliet x Reader Oneshot

I place the cake I just finished making into the fridge to cool for a bit as I hear the doorbell ring. A small hum escapes me as I walk to the front door and look through the peephole. I don’t see anything except for a package on the doormat.

Before I know it a smile forms on my face as I open the door eager to get the package inside. I start walking towards the kitchen but pivot to the living room once I remember the kitchen counters are full of baking supplies.

As I sit down and begin to open the package my smile widens. Inside the package is a black box with a bow. I read the name engraved on the box and my eyes widen, my hand moving even faster now to unbox this gift.

A small gasp leaves my mouth as I see a pair of black chunky Valentino heels. They were beautiful, and exactly my style. Just like how L knows me all too well. I pick up the box and start taking the shoes out, admiring them for another minute before I put them on.

I continue to stare at them with an obnoxious smile on my face for a moment before I look back at the box. Inside a small card is neatly tucked into the corner, signed with a simple, elegant L.

I smile as I pick up the card, my cheeks feeling warmer than before. He was always sending me various gifts and surprises, but never failed to make my heart flutter.

After a few months of dating I quickly came to realize that his love language was gift giving. Whether it was buying me dinner or a small keychain to bigger gifts like this one he would never fail to surprise me.

The gifts weren't the only way I knew how he felt about me. Even though he struggled to express his emotions at times, I learned to read the way his eyes soften when he looks at me, or how his voice is a little quieter when he talks to me.

Most people don’t notice the subtle shift in his behavior but I’ve grown to understand each and every little detail. I place the card back into the box before standing up and making my way to our bedroom to see what the heels look like on in the bathroom mirror.

I stand in front of the mirror, the black heels accentuating my outfit and making my legs look longer than usual. I look at myself with satisfaction, turning a little to see how the shoes looked from different angles. I was already thinking of all the different things I could wear with them. A black leather skirt, a dress, jeans and a nice going out top.

Then a certain piece of clothing that I’ve had shoved in my closet appears in my mind. I could only imagine how L would react to something like that.

I was planning on surprising L with the cake I was preparing for Valentine’s Day but I think this surprise might be an even better one. I search through the draws in my side of the closet and quickly find the lacy black lingerie I got as a white elephant gift when I was still in college.

At the time my friends and I thought it was hilarious. We were so young to the point we thought dressing up in something like this was idiotic and only a thing in movies. I got this in my sophomore year while we all passed around white elephant gifts on Valentine’s Day.

A small laugh escapes me as I remember that day. It honestly wasn’t even that long ago. I met L my senior year and we’ve been dating for four years now so I’ve probably had this set for about five years.

I hold the set in my hands, admiring it for a moment before I start removing my current outfit and putting on the lingerie. It hugs my curves perfectly, the matching set looks absolutely stunning with these heels.

As I look myself over in the mirror I almost want to laugh. I look so different than usual, and yet, I feel really good about myself. Feeling satisfied with the way the set looks on me, I decide to go for a finishing touch. I grab a perfume L always compliments me on, spraying a small amount on my wrists and neck.

After, I walk back out to the kitchen to grab my phone and check the time. I have about fifteen minutes before L should get back home. I take a quick look around the kitchen counters and the living room. That should give me enough time to clean up the place and get prepared.

I quickly clean up the counter and kitchen table, putting things away and throwing out random wrappers. I put away any dirty dishes in the sink and then looked around the living room to make sure everything was in order.

My eyes fall on the box the shoes came in and I pick them up and place them in the bedroom closet so L doesn’t see it when he walks in. Once the last of the clutter was cleared and the kitchen was spotless, I made my way back to the bedroom and waited patiently, my heart beating fast in my chest.

I felt slightly nervous but mostly excited. We had been together for so many years already, and the idea of surprising him like this was thrilling. He’s constantly surprising me so it would be nice to surprise him for once.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands folded in my lap as the minutes tick by on the bedside clock. I reposition myself on the bed multiple times, not really sure what I'm doing, but end up sitting the same way I started off.

After about five more minutes I hear the front door open and my heart starts beating fast again, the anticipation of what I was going to do making me feel a little jittery.

I sit up a bit straighter at the sound of the door. A moment later he calls out, “I’m home” making my smile grow slightly. A warm feeling fills my chest at his words. I try to keep my nervousness in check as I respond. "In the bedroom."

There’s a moment of silence before I hear him begin to walk closer to the door. My heartbeat quickens and I have to resist the urge to fidget with my hands. The footsteps stop and the door pushes open slowly.

I take a deep breath before looking up as the door opens fully, my gaze fixed on L. His eyes immediately land on me, his expression stays neutral but his eyes are roaming over my appearance.

A small smile forms on my face as I extend out one of my legs. “The shoes look good on don’t you think?” L’s gaze drifts down to my legs and the black heels before sweeping back up and he steps inside the room, shutting the door behind him.

“They look perfect.” His usually quiet voice is slightly lower than usual. My smile grows at his reaction. I roll my ankle slightly continuing to show off the heel as I look down at it.

“They��re such a nice gift. I was completely surprised.” I say as I lift my gaze up to stare at him through my lashes. His eyes stay locked on me, his normal serious expression slightly softened as he approaches the bed.

He kneels down and lightly grasps my ankle, running his fingers along the heel of the shoe and lightly tracing the intricate design as his thumb moves along my skin. "I'm glad you like them." His touch is subtle but gentle, sending a shiver through me.

He begins to trail his fingers up my leg, moving along the lace of the set and lightly up my bare thigh. "Though I find myself rather distracted now from the shoes." His voice is still low and his gaze locked on me. “Distracted?” I fake my surprise. “How so?”

"Distracted by you." He answers simply. "More specifically, what you have on." His hand is still on my thigh, lightly gripping the cloth and he starts moving his fingers in lazy circles on my skin.

A shiver goes through my body as I continue to play dumb. “Yes, I have the shoes you bought me on.” He chuckles softly, the sound making my heart flutter.

His hand moves farther up my thigh, tracing the lace with his fingertips. "Yes," he says, "but you know that's not what I'm talking about. This set isn't something I've seen before."

“Oh this little thing?” I say as he continues to trace the lace. “It’s just a small surprise I kept stored away.” L stands up and places one knee on the bed between my legs, the motion pushing my legs open a bit as he leans over me.

He lightly grasps my chin with his hand and angles my face up to look at him. "I'll admit, it's more than a pleasant surprise. You look stunning in this."

My cheeks flush as he tilts my head up. “I’m glad you like it.” I finally responded after a moment. His expression is now a bit more intense, his eyes roaming over my face and then down my body with interest.

He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. "You have no idea how much I like it." His voice is low and slightly rough. “Then why don’t you show me how much you like it.” I respond as I continue to look up at him.

L's hand moves to lightly grip my hip as he slowly pushes me back down onto the bed. He crawls on top of me on the bed, trapping me under him as he looks down at me with that intense expression.

He leans down until his face is inches from mine, the scent of his cologne filling my senses. "Gladly." He practically breathes the word out.

A content sigh escapes my lips as he begins to train kisses down my neck. One of his hands comes up to lightly toy with the strap of the bra set, his fingers trailing over my skin and sending goosebumps across my body.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer into my body. He let out a low groan when my body pressed against his in the new position. His mouth leaves my neck to attach onto my collarbone, lightly biting and sucking on my skin.

I let out a shallow breath as my body shutters from his touch. After giving my collarbone a few more bites, his mouth starts to trail down as he begins peppering kisses along my chest and to the top of my cleavage.

His hand is lightly gripping my hip, holding me in place as he moves his body over mine. He kisses along my shoulder as he hooks a finger under the strap of the bra, slowly pulling it down my shoulder and exposing more of my skin to his view.

In response my back arches up slightly. L takes advantage of this and moves his hand underneath me. In one quick motion he unclasps the bra before pulling it off me and throwing it somewhere across the room.

A small noise escapes from me as the cool air hits my skin that was previously clothed. Well, as clothed as a lacy, mesh bra could be. L's eyes roam over my exposed chest, his gaze slightly hungry and filled with desire as he begins to lightly run his hands over my chest.

"Gorgeous." he breathes out, his voice rough. I arch my back up towards him again, my eyes rolling slightly back just from the sound of his voice.

His hands grip my thighs, holding my body tight against his as he looks down at me with that hungry gaze. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." he groans as he leans down to kiss my stomach.

One of my hands goes to rest on his head making his lips press down harder on my stomach with each kiss. He's kissing his way down my stomach, his lips warm and making my skin tingle as he kisses my skin, occasionally giving a light bite to make me gasp.

His hands are roaming over my thighs, holding them tightly as he moves his body down the bed and positions himself between my legs. His hands slide up to my hips, gripping tightly and he starts leaving a trail of kisses along the very tops of my inner thighs.

He's taking his time, just like he always does, and it's driving me crazy. His tongue darts out before lightly licking up my inner thigh, the action making my breath catch in my throat.

He looks up at me with an innocent look on his face. "Something wrong?" He says it so nonchalantly but the smirk on his face gives away the teasing tone.

“Yeah.” I say breathlessly. “These are still on.” L's fingers lightly pull the lacy edge of my panties away from my skin before he lets it snap back into place. "Seems like you're right." He says, his voice low.

“Then take them off.” My voice has a slight tinge of desperation to it, making him chuckle lowly. He smirks at my words, his eyes roaming over my body as he seems to take in the view.

He then hooks his fingers in the waistband of the panties and begins to slowly slide them down my legs. After they’re completely off and thrown somewhere in the room his hand goes to grab one of my legs.

L places the bottom of the heel up against his chest as his fingers lightly trace my leg. "You're quite the sight like this. It would be a shame to take these off."

I sit up slightly on my forearms as I stare at him with my heel on his chest for a moment. “Who said the heels had to come off?” He pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering up to meet mine before a smirk forms on his face. "Not a bad idea."

He suddenly grabs my ankle and lifts my leg up, pressing his lips to the underside of my foot and trailing kisses down my leg. I sharply inhale at the feeling, laying back down.

He takes his time with my legs, kissing and biting on my skin gently, continuing down my leg and ending at my ankle where the heel remains. He begins to lightly circle his fingers around the ankle and looks up at me through his lashes with a smirk.

I met his gaze as I let out a satisfied sigh. “Shirt off.” I say as I point towards him. L chuckles softly before leaning back on his knees, still between my legs, and tugs his shirt off his body and throws it onto the floor.

"Better?" He asks with a slight grin. I shake my head as I point lower. “You’ve got me all undressed but not yourself.” He places a hand on my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze as his eyes wander over my body and he lets out a low chuckle.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "Someone's impatient." I huff which just further proves he’s right. “Stop teasing me.” I whine making him grin. "Teasing you is fun though." He says before leaning down over me and braces himself above me with his arms on either side of shoulders.

He leans down to my ear and speaks in a low voice. "Besides, can you really say that you don't enjoy the anticipation?" I shudder once more as my hand travels down to unbuckle his belt.

His breathing hitches slightly as I touch his belt, the metal buckle making a slight jingling sound as my hands fumble with it. He leans down and lightly begins kissing along my neck again, his body pressed close to mine.

My hands continue to fidget with his belt until I get it off. He lets out a low groan against my neck, his breath hot against my skin as my fingers fumble to pull his jeans off. His fingers toy and tease across my stomach and waist, his touch making me shiver.

After a moment he chuckles and removes his jeans and boxers, tossing them on the floor with the rest of our clothes. Now that the last pieces of clothing are gone he wastes no time in pressing his body right up against mine, his skin warm and touching every inch of mine.

He grabs one of my legs and hooks it over his hip, using the new angle to kiss my neck and the top of my chest. My hands go to wrap back around his neck, my nails digging slightly into his back.

He lets out a low groan as my nails scratch at his skin, the sound reverberating through my body. His hand trails down to his length as he begins to line it up with my entrance.

I bite my lip as I try to suppress my moan from the sensation. L leans down and whispers in my ear, his voice low and rough. “There’s no need to hold back.” As he says this he pushes his full length into me causing me to moan out in response.

We’re both still for a moment as he lets me adjust. When I’m ready I give him a nod and he begins to pull almost all the at out before pushing all the way back in.

His movements are slow and deliberate at first, but soon pick up the pace. He grips my hips as he leans down and starts to kiss me passionately. L’s tongue explores my mouth, tangling with mine as he continues to thrust into me.

I dig my nails deeper into his back as he grips onto my hip thigh tighter. As he breaks off the kiss he uses my thigh to angle my hips up higher, penetrating deeper into me.

My eyes roll back as he groans out in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good around me.” He grunts out. I barely register his words as my body is on fire from pleasure.

He continues to thrust into me with a continuous rhythm, moans escaping me from time to time. In one swift motion he completely pulls out of me, making me whine.

As soon as he pulls out he flips me onto my stomach. Grabbing my hips and pulling me up onto my knees, so my ass is in the air and my heels are digging into the mattress. He admires the view for a moment before lining himself back up and sinking into me with a grunt.

I grip the sheets with my hands as another wave of pleasure washes over me. Not long after he picks up the pace using the grip he has on my hips to pull me back into him harder.

“L… fuck.” I whimper out as I feel close to release. "That's it... almost there." He tightens his grip and changes the angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me with each thrust. His panting becomes heavier as he feels himself getting closer as well.

After a few more thrusts I come undone, gripping the sheets tighter as my body slightly shakes from my climax. As he feels me tremble around him, L comes undone as well.

He buries his face between my shoulders and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me back onto him even harder and deeper as he finds his own release. We both stay in that position for what feels like forever as we try to recollect ourselves.

Eventually we find our way under the covers, intertwining our limbs together as my head rests on L’s chest. My heels are still on but they somehow don’t get in the way.

I feel him place a gentle kiss on top of my head making me smile and nuzzle into him more. As I begin to drift off I hear him murmur, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” I let out a sleepy hum in response.

My thoughts slowly start to fade as I sink further into his warm embrace. The last thing I feel before falling asleep is his hand running through my hair in a comforting gesture.

[yallthemwitches]

A Matter of Fairness

James' Quidditch match is derailed by a very distracting Head Girl. (NSFW, oneshot) AO3 Link Here

The fall air swept through the open doors of the castle and ruffled at James’ hair. He shifted his stance anxiously. Squinting to look out the doors of the main hall, he could see huddled classmates in bursts of gold and red intermingling with the color of autumn leaves. He did a quick scan of each face, but was unsuccessful at finding a particular redhead within the crowd. 

A finger reached out and poked his cheek, making a twisting indentation into his skin. 

“You always make the same dopey face when you are thinking about Lily, you know that right?” Marlene pulled back her finger before poking him harder. James swatted at her hand which she dodged.

“Come off it. I was just—focusing.” Marlene snorted and shifted her broom to her other shoulder. 

“Focusing on the thought of Lily’s fanny, is more like it.”  Before James could retort, Marlene swung her broom to give his backside a soft pat. 

She wasn’t wrong. But still, he didn’t like being called out for it. 

“Get your head in the game, captain,” Marlene called, now walking towards the double doors towards the quidditch pitch. 

He knew Marlene was right, but he couldn’t help himself. He thought of how they woke up this morning: Lily wrapped in his arms with her hair fanned out on the pillow. The feel of her breasts pushing into him as her chest rose and fell in sleep. She fit perfectly into him: into his life, his body—he felt like an utter lunatic even wanting more of her still. Just the thought of her brought a fire into his chest.

“Hey Captain.”

And there she was. It seemed like ever since they had officially begun dating, Lily had the capability to stop time. The world fell away around her and she pulled him in like a force of gravity. It felt completely supernatural— he hoped the sensation would never go away. 

She stood in front of him now, face beaming. Her fringe slightly windswept from the crisp breeze. She stood on her tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his bottom lip, making him hum in approval.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it.” He placed his hands on either side of the crest of her neck and gently stroked her pressure point with his thumb. 

“You have so little faith in me?” She made a small pout and James was filled with the urge to kiss it away. He succumbed to the desire.

Mid-snog James opened his eyes to see Marlene and the rest of the marauders just a little ways off. Sirius shook his head in defeat while both him and Marlene made dramatic hand gestures. James could hear Marlene yell a sarcastic good luck before Sirius bounded in their direction. James groaned into Lily’s mouth.

 “We are about to be interrupted,” he breathed into her ear before nibbling at her earlobe. She leaned into his mouth. 

“Well, you’re going to keep kissing me.” He couldn’t argue with that. 

“Oi, you two! Just because you have some bloody daily shagging quota to fill doesn’t mean you have to do it in public.”

Lily pulled back from James and dramatically gasped. 

“Oh no! I forgot about the quota. James we are so behind, maybe you need to miss the Quidditch match…”

He knew she was just taking the piss out of Sirius, but it was a very enticing idea. Sirius used his shoulder to push his way in between Lily and James, despite Lily’s attempts to keep her arms firmly wrapped around his neck.

“Now you two be good Head Boy and Girl and stop dry humping in front of the student body.”

Lily took a step back with her hands up. “Alright alright, Chill out. I’ll let him go, just let me say one last thing to him. I promise I won’t get carried away.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes but stepped back. James couldn’t see Lily’s face, but whatever her expression, Sirius raised his eyebrows in response and gave a small smirk before walking away.

“You haven’t even said anything about my outfit.” James whipped his head back to Lily who had stepped back enough for him to fully see her. His extra quidditch jersey had been charmed to fit her better and her corduroy skirt hit higher than any Hogwarts uniform policy would allow. 

“Thief,” he accused, while the gravitational pull started again. Before he was even aware his arms were back around her and reaching for her bum. Lily laughed and smacked at his arms, which pulled her closer. 

“I nicked it off the ground in your dorm this morning.”

“I would have just given it to you.” His face was hovering dangerously close to hers again. The memory of the impending quidditch match started to fog and the vision of just hours before, laying tangled together in his bed flashed through his mind. 

“That would’ve ruined the surprise.” Lily chuckled. “And that’s not all,” she leaned in to breathe into his ear, making him shudder. I have a little lucky charm for you too.”

She pushed James off her to gain room to reach into her bag. Close-fisted, she pulled James’ hand between them and placed the soft ball of lace inside his open palm. 

His whole world zoomed into the knickers that now slowly unraveled themselves in his hand. 

“You’re joking.” He croaked. 

“I’m not.”

“You mean there’s nothing–”

“There’s nothing on underneath this no.” 

“Christ Evans.”

James could feel his head nodding, though his heartbeat felt like an oncoming earthquake.

“Merlin, how am I supposed to play with this knowledge—with you—-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence. From beyond, he could hear a roar of cheers coming from the stadium. They were running out of time. 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Lily smirked, starting to back up towards the door. “Just keep your eyes on the prize.” She turned and sauntered off. James breathed a string of expletives into the air, still hovering his hand with her knickers dangling from them. 

XXX

The game went as expected—meaning completely derailed. James tried to position himself on the Ravenclaw side of the stadium as much as possible, but it wasn’t a sure bet. Every time he followed the quaffle’s movements into Gryffindor territory, the vision of Lily appeared: front row sandwiched between Remus and Sirius, leaning forward over the front railing in anxious anticipation of the game. She might have not even meant to tease him in such a way, but just the sight alone of her body bent forward; back arched just so slightly, pulled his focus completely off the field and into every dark corridor he could find for them once the game ended. In the pocket of his quidditch kit, he could feel the knicker’s presence burning into his thigh.

It was the most undeserving win he had ever experienced, and if he was being honest, he didn’t care. 

After the game, the Gryffindor house rushed the pitch in a celebratory mass. James seemed to part through it in a daze on his mission to find her. Thankfully, he didn’t have to look far. 

Rushing toward him, she wrapped her arms around him into an embrace and he picked her up off the ground.

“You played like rubbish,” she teased into his ear. 

“And whose fault is that,” he growled back, putting her back on the ground and smashing their lips together. 

“We need to leave. Now.” He gasped out and Lily pulled back to laugh. 

“What? And take Mr. Quidditch Captain away from his afterparty—what kind of monster do you think I am?” Her eyes sparked and she wiggled her eyebrows. Surely she’s not being serious. 

“Evans—” James warned.

“Potter,” she taunted back. He pulled her back against him, forcing one of her legs to wedge between his own so that she could feel his arousal against her lower half.

“I’m going mad Lily. I’ve been like this since before the game—knowing that you—it's not fair…”

Lily laughed again and ran a hand through the hair on the nape of his neck while the other snaked its way between them to run a finger over the pants of his ever growing erection. He let out a ragged expletive and darted his eyes around the crowd, praying to Merlin that no one was watching them close enough. 

“You still haven’t convinced me you deserve it.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.” He blurted it out with no hesitation. At this current moment, with her knickers in his pocket and her hand on him in public, hell, he would even beg. 

Lily pulled her hand back up and rubbed a thumb over his lips. He caught it with a nip of his teeth and her eyes darkened. 

“Enjoy the after party…have a few drinks…mingle with your team…then if you are good I might let you shag me.”

James closed his eyes and hummed, his erection nowhere near dissipating.

“What constitutes as good?”

Lily pursed her lips for a moment. “Hmmm. I guess I’ll figure that out as I go.”

James’ hand tried its luck at toying with the edges of her skirt, but Lily swiftly knocked it away and turned to follow the crowd back to the castle. 

“Oh and James–” she had turned to call back to him. “Don’t change out of your quidditch kit.”

As she turned and continued away, James buried his face in his hands and let out a groan. 

“Ayo, looking alive Prongs.”

Before he could look up from his hands, Sirius landed a slap right on his groin, forcing his knees to almost buckle in pain. 

“Bloody Fuck, Pads—that hurt.” James was doubled over at the waist and heaving air into his lungs.

“You've been like that this whole time? No wonder you played like shit.” 

“Thanks mate.” James finally mustered up the energy to right himself. 

“So what? Is this some weird new kink you lot are trying out?”

James gave him a pointed look. “If it is, I did not consent to it.”

“Oh, so she’s torturing you then—Merlin, love how that girl thinks.”

It hadn’t occurred to James that she could have a motive. He racked his brain and his eyes grew wide. 

“Oh, god I think I know why.”

“Do I want to know—actually yeah, tell me.”

It was flashing past James' memory now. The History of Magic class. His hand sliding up her skirt. The noise she made when his hand reached the very center of her; still wet from the quick shag that they had only hours earlier….

“You really want me to tell you?” James cautioned. 

“Well…tell me like you would tell it to your Grandpa Henry.” 

James sighed. “Well during History of Magic the other day I might have—I might have let my hand wander in her…private area.”

Sirius let out a barking laugh. “Jesus you would say that to your Grandpa? That’s pretty fucked up, mate.” James just closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temples. 

“Sirius—I’m really not—”

“Oh, I’m messing with you. C’mon, you might as well get it over with—whatever she’s up to….please don’t tell me though because I’d rather not be an accessory to this.”

When they reached the Gryffindor tower, there was already music pounding and drinks being doled out into the crowd. James scanned the room to find Lily sitting on the hearth of the fireplace amongst her girlfriends. She spied him in the doorway and uncrossed her legs, giving her knees a teasing sway before turning to continue listening to the conversation. 

Fuck fuck fuck. 

He had to reconsider his tactic. He wasn’t going to get far just letting her torture him for the duration of the night. He needed to get on the offensive. 

James grabbed a drink from the table of refreshments and sauntered up to Lily, who had been abandoned by her friends. She blinked her eyes at him, and smiled; pretending like his presence was a surprise. 

“Welcome to the party Mr. Quidditch Captain,” she grinned at him while patting the empty space next to her. He sat down and instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist, letting his hand tuck slightly into the waistband of her skirt. It was quiet, but he could hear her breath hitch. 

James leaned in and let his teeth graze her earlobe. Under his hand, he could feel her shift a bit. 

“What do you want? I’m dying here.” So much for being on the offensive. Just the proximity of her body alone made all of his morals crumble. 

Lily laughed and placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head and placing a kiss on the pressure point just above his jaw. 

“What are you going to do, Potter? Shag me right here?” She pulled away far enough to look at his lips with a dark expression. She was not very far from breaking either. 

“I would—oh Merlin I would—if that wouldn’t be so frowned upon seeing as we are Head Boy and Girl ...and that shagging in public settings is generally frowned upon.”

James placed his hand on her side and grasped at the bottom edge of her skirt. Lily hummed in approval.

“Do I need to beg? I’ll get on my knees even-–make a whole show of it.”  Lily’s laugh tinkled in his ear. She turned her body to face him directly. Her eyes were deep and fogged.

“What I want is for us to leave this party, find a nice quiet place all to ourselves, and for you to fuck me harder than you ever have.”

James saw stars. If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely was now. He didn’t even wait to respond, rather grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up onto her feet. 

“James–” Lily cautioned. There was no finesse to his movements. He didn’t even care that the whole crowd would know exactly where they were stealing off to. He kept his arm around her waist and maneuvered her towards the portrait hole. 

The second the party disappeared behind the portrait again, he dropped to his knees. Using one hand to push her up against the stone wall of the corridor, he gave no preamble to reach underneath her skirt and discover that she had been telling the truth all along. 

He swore under his breath and not wasting a single second longer, slipped a finger inside her. She made a squeal and bucked her hips up into the air. She clawed her hands at the wall behind her.

“James–ah—someone could—” But he didn’t care. He slipped another finger inside her and curled them together in a learned pattern that he knew would make her writhe underneath him. He gave her one last glance, before dipping his head underneath her skirt, finally finding the reward he had been wanting since before his match. 

He lapped at her folds, causing her to grasp at his hair, pushing his tongue farther into her. She began making small breathy noises and they urged him on. He loved that when she was writhing under him, the cadence of her voice changed, it felt more real—like he was pulling out the very core of her spirit in those moments. 

If Lily cared that they were still in a very public corridor, she was no longer showing it. She kept her hands tightly wound in his hair and bucked her hips up to aid in the rhythm of his work. He started to feel her quiver under his tongue—a sure sign that her release was near, and withdrew himself from her. 

An exasperated cry leaked from her mouth, but James stood and pressed his mouth on hers to silence it. His tongue and lips still tasted of her, and she flicked her tongue over his bottom lip to bring attention to that knowledge. 

“No fair.” She mouthed out—her voice sounded ragged and thin. 

“Evans, don’t talk to me about fair.” He took her hand and pulled her down the corridor. He felt like an insatiable animal—he had already felt like one even before this torturous day, but now the feeling was threefold. 

They clamored down the tower until they reached a small study room. James slammed the door shut behind them and immediately turned on Lily. She clawed off his jersey and began kissing down his chest toward his pant line. 

“No.” He growled, pulling her back up from her descent and pushed her back on one of the wooden tables. She lifted her legs and he could see right up her skirt to where he had tasted her just minutes before. 

Ripping at the snaps on her skirt, the fabric fell off easily in one swift movement. Lily perched herself up on her elbows and pouted, watching James remove his glasses and start unweaving the drawstrings of his quidditch trousers. 

“Let me go down on you—I want to taste you.” James abandoned his work on his pants for a moment and pressed his thumb to her clit, circling it with mild pressure. 

“I played by your rules today—it's my turn.” He ripped off his pants and stepped away from them. His cock sprung up in the moment of its release and he used one hand to stroke it softly as he continued moving his thumb on her clit. Lily’s eyes darkened further at the sight of his body; her lips began to quiver and she reached a hand out to him. 

He lurched forward. Standing over her from her lounged position on the table. Lifting one of her thighs up to his shoulder blade, he leaned forward and entered her. Lily let out a loud oh, and tried to move one hand to rub her clit. James grabbed both her hands and pinned them over her head, using the momentum of his thrusts to keep her below him. Looking down, her eyes glittered; blown-out and staring as he continued to pump.

Despite the quick, deep successions of his movement, the dominant demeanor James had been trying to carry was slipping away with every thrust. Instead, the pleasure from being inside her was overriding and making him slip into a trance that only her body could conjure. Lily continued to make whimpering noises unconsciously, sometimes peppering in his name or a muggle expletive.

“James—deeper.”

He sucked in a breath and obliged, lifting her hips even higher off the table and making his thrusts more sharp. The table rocked and a noise of splintering wood came from some unknown source. The table could break, someone could hear them— or worse walk in—but neither of them cared. They were both completely lost in the void of each other. 

Lily's breath turned ragged and James pushed his tongue into her mouth, letting her moan straight into him rather than letting her sounds disappear into the air. He felt her body start to contract, but he didn’t let up. 

“James—I’m going to.” He didn’t let her finish the thought. He pulled himself out of her and before she could object, flipped her over so her cheek was pressing into the tabletop and her arse was arched into the air. He grabbed hold of her hips and made one quick thrust deep into her and she let out a gasp. He watched her hands grab at the sides of the table. 

“Come for me Lily. I want to feel it. You feel so good—god so fucking perfect—that’s it baby.” 

She opened her eyes and looked up at him from the tabletop. Her mouth opened to say something, but he watched as her pupils dilated and then softened. Around his cock, he could feel the rush of her release and she screamed out his name all while not breaking his gaze.

After she was done, her body sagged for a moment on the tabletop, before regaining the strength to sit up. Her lips were swollen and her breasts were erect and heaving with the aftershock of her orgasm. 

James pulled himself out of her, and she pulled at his neck to kiss him, taking his lower lip in between hers to suckle on it. 

“Ok, my turn to be in charge.” She sank to her knees in front of him and grabbed the base of his cock in one hand. James let out a hiss—he was already dangerously close. She had gone down on him many times before, but not after having been inside her. He watched as she regarded her own release that covered his cock. Hovering her mouth over his tip, she paused her lips to look up at him.

“Thank you.” She took a long lick over his tip, then down his length. James let out a strangled cry; it was now his turn to weave his hands into her hair. 

She bobbed her head up and down his length, using her tongue to flick over his tip. She licked off all of her own moisture before removing her mouth from him to sit back on her heels. 

James’ eyes were unfocused and far gone. He watched as she licked her lips and continued to use her hand to pump him. 

“Thank you,” she repeated. ”I’ve never really tasted my come before–not like that. It’s good.” 

James' body felt electrified—her words seeping into him as she put him back in her mouth and steadily continued to suck. He dared not to close his eyes as he watched his cock disappear and reappear from her mouth—her tits bouncing as she leaned forward and backward. He never wanted it to end, but the pressure was mounting, and beyond his vision sparks of light were appearing. 

“Lily, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to —” but she latched onto his hips and held him in place as she continued letting him gently thrust in and out of her mouth. She unlatched her mouth just long enough to call out to him.

“I want to taste you. Please.”

 Sparks flew behind his eyes. He released within her mouth and she held his hips to keep pumping while he could feel her mouth fill. She swallowed with each thrust, until he slouched back on a table and removed himself from her. Lily sat back and wiped her mouth before standing to lean her body against his. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” James huffed at her, still out of breath and reeling from his orgasm. 

“I wanted to. I liked it.” James leaned back his head and groaned. 

“You're perfect, Lils. You know that? Maddening, but perfect.”

James gave her a lazy grin and kissed her softly. 

“I’m so stupidly in love with you. You could muck up all of my matches if this is what I get in return.”

Lily giggled and kissed the side of his mouth. 

“I love you too—If you only knew how wet I’ve gotten from all of your matches since the 5th year. “

James let out a groan and tossed his head back. 

“Lily–please. You can’t just say that and—” 

But Lily was already on it. She grabbed his head and kissed him deeper. Then deeper still and the whole world disappeared again.

[anthonyhopeswife]

i would love if u wrote about anthony falling for a fem!reader who’s sweeney’s assistant? she doesn’t do much except write and convince his victims to attend the barbershop, but he was whipped for her the moment they met. please and thank you!!

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☆*･ﾟ pairing. anthony hope ♡ reader ☆*･ﾟ rating. safe for work ☆*･ﾟ contents. fem reader, fluff, meet-cute, technical hand holding, dark comedy, mutual crushes ☆*･ﾟ word count. 2k+ ☆*･ﾟ ao3. link.

It was another overcast morning in Fleet Street. Grey skies, smog in the air. Nothing short of the usual doom and gloom of London that you had grown accustomed to during all your years spent here. You were alone in Mrs Lovett’s shop, and it was eerily silent save for the distant chatter of people walking the streets outside. You presumed that she and Toby were yet to rise for the day, as they typically preferred to sleep in. You and Mister Todd, however, were always early to wake and perform the morning routine that you had fallen into. 

As your proprietor readied his parlor for the workday, you did the same downstairs. Albeit it was rather minute tasks you would perform, such as straightening up the kitchen or dusting off the utensils or going down to the bakehouse to make sure that ‘supplies’ were well enough stocked for Mrs Lovett to bake into a days’ worth of her renowned pies. It didn’t take very long, so you often used the remainder of the morning hours to fetch yourself some breakfast or just take some time alone. Today, you had decided on the latter, and had leaned against the countertop, lost deep within your own head.

Your work was relatively easy. You ran errands for Mister Todd if needed. You helped to set up shop. Once everything had fallen into place, you took to the streets, lingering around the street corner and trying to convince passersby to stop in for a shave. On occasion, you were summoned to clean up the aftermath of a client — wiping blood from the floors or the window as swiftly as possible. You didn’t care much for that aspect of the job.

It was a decent workload, but it wasn’t all that bad, especially not in exchange for housing and fair pay. It was certainly better than what most people your age had to do to get by. You’d take this over the harsh conditions of a factory, or having to resort to selling — well, worse things. You didn’t like to dwell on those possibilities.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the soft jingle of a bell. The door had opened — rather suddenly, you might add — and in the entrance stood a young man. He looked familiar, but you didn’t believe you’d ever properly met him, nor even spoken to him. He was tall and thin, perhaps a bit lanky, with wavy blond hair that brushed the tops of his shoulders. Certainly not a face you would forget.

His blue eyes, wide with surprise upon being faced with a stranger, seemed to study you for a few moments. “Oh! I’m sorry, excuse me, Miss. I hadn’t meant to intrude.”

“It’s alright,” you murmured, subconsciously straightening your posture and crossing your arms over your chest. “If you’re here for a pie, I’m afraid we aren’t open until half-past ten.”

“Yes, that’s right…” He mumbled, perhaps more to himself than to you. His voice was soft. Pretty, even. “I know it’s early — and I do apologize — I’m just here to see Mister Todd. Is he in?”

“He’s upstairs. I’ll go and speak to him.” You walked around the counter, starting towards the door that led outside.

“Thank you,” said the stranger, a gentle smile on his face. As you reached the exit, he scrambled to hold it open for you. “Ah — here you are.” A gentle smile.

It was polite of him. You weren’t used to gestures like that, and certainly not from boys you’d never met before. He must not have been from around here. You fought a smile of your own that threatened to tug at the corner of your lips as you brushed past him.

Making haste, you jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door to Mister Todd’s parlor. You knew that he had a particular distaste for people barging in without permission.

“Come,” his gruff voice commanded from inside, and you were quick to oblige. Your employer stood, a cup of tea in hand as he gazed out of the window. Surprisingly, he did you the favor of turning around to face you as you spoke to him.

You offered the older man a quick, respectful bow before you stated your business. “Morning, sir. There’s a boy downstairs asking to see you.”

“A customer?” Sweeney grumbled, as if displeased by the prospect of dealing with someone this early.

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. It’s a young man, um, about my age. He asked to see you personally.”

His eyes widened ever-so-slightly in recognition. “Anthony.”

“Ah…” you rocked awkwardly on your feet. It was undeniable that your employer made you nervous. Perhaps that was for the better, given what knowledge you held about him and Mrs Lovett. You always did your very best to walk on eggshells around him. You played an expendable role in this establishment, and one could never quite be sure when he might snap and it would be your throat he was slashing. “You know him, sir?” “He’s a…” His cold gaze faltered. The word ‘friend’ seemed to die in his throat. “An acquaintance of mine.” 

You nodded stiffly in understanding. “Shall I send him up, then?” “No.” He turned away, his focus shifting back to the window. “Tell him I’ll be down shortly.” “Right away.” With that, you spun on your heel and exited the barber shop, your heart racing a bit faster than you cared to admit. In your defense, you never claimed to be brave. You made quick work of the staircase, listening to it creak beneath each step and hoping the old, rickety thing wouldn’t cave beneath your weight.

As you stepped back into the pie shop, you were met with the sight of Anthony sitting at an empty table, his hands clasped on the table in front of him. He looked up at you as you entered, the kind smile still on his face. 

“He says he’ll be down to see you in a minute,” you informed him, unsure of what to do with yourself. Should you leave? Return to your place behind the counter? Make conversation? You weren’t suited for this in the slightest. You did just fine with luring in Sweeney’s clients, but not with talking to handsome, friendly strangers.

He replies, “Alright, then. Thank you for checking.”

It caught you off-guard all over again. You weren’t used to people thanking you simply for doing your job. Actually, come to think of it, you weren’t used to people thanking you at all. “You’re welcome,” you say, blinking away the surprise.

As if he somehow read your mind, Anthony spoke up again. “Would you like to come and sit? I’m sure you could use the rest.”

An array of excuses immediately sprung to your mind. But then it occurred to you that you had nothing better to do, and that you would actually quite like to sit and chat with him. After all, he was the most polite person you think has ever graced Fleet Street with his presence. And, well… He also happened to look like a beautiful prince straight out of the stories you were told as a child. But you were no princess, just a lowly barber’s assistant. You were sure that a boy like him would certainly want nothing to do with you. But that didn’t matter — you could at least stop and have a conversation with him. 

“I’d like that,” you replied, brushing nonexistent dust off of your coat before walking over to sit across from him. Something about him was making you all… fidgety. “So…” you began, hoping some of this sudden nervousness would fade in time. “I was told your name is Anthony?”

“Yes. Anthony Hope. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss.” He extended a hand across the table for you to shake. “What’s your name?”

Reaching out to oblige him, you told him your name. His hand was warm, the fingerless knit glove soft against your palm. Even after you’d shaken it, he seemed almost reluctant to let go.

“That’s a very pretty name.”

“Um, thank you.” You thought for a second that you could feel your face burning. “Your surname is… it’s very pretty as well.”

His eyes fixed on yours. They were pretty. They reminded you of the ocean. “Do you work for Mister Todd?”

“Yes. I was hired earlier this year. I’m his…” The word ‘accomplice’ springs to mind. “His assistant. And you? What’s your occupation? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“I’m a sailor,” he answered, his face lighting up with excitement. “I work on a merchant ship called The Bountiful. Transporting goods and things of the sort.”

You couldn’t help but grin at that. He reminded you a bit of a puppy. “That sounds like a nice job to have. I’d love to travel around and see the world.” You mused. You had never left London before. You quite liked the thought of seeing what life was like outside of the dark, dreary place you called home.

“I’m quite fond of it,” he confessed almost shyly. And then, seemingly before he could think better of it, he blurted out, “Perhaps I could show you aboard sometime? If you’d be interested.”

Your lips parted, eyes widening in surprise. That was quite the offer to make to someone he hardly knew, but admittedly… the thought of it made your heart flutter. 

His eyebrows furrow, afraid he’d said the wrong thing. “I’m sorry. Was that too forward? My apologies, Miss, really, I just—”

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s not that! I think I would, actually. I’d quite like to see.”

“Ah, yes, that’s good to hear, then…” Anthony looked down, appearing a bit bashful after making such a proposal. Admittedly, you felt the same.

Hoping to break the ice, you reached toward the teapot in the center of the table. You’d used it to make Sweeney a cup this morning, but hadn’t used the rest of the water just yet. Perhaps it would be rude not to offer some to your guest. “Would you like — oops!—” You cut yourself off as your hand accidentally brushed against Anthony’s.

Before you could yank it away at breakneck speed, both of his hands took yours, cradling it gently. “Your hands are freezing!” He exclaimed, concern seeping into his voice. In truth, he was exactly right. It was rather drafty in the shop, particularly at this time of morning, and you didn’t have any gloves to keep your hands warm. Much to your astonishment, Anthony had begun removing his own, and then slipped them onto your hand, the soft black fabric warming your skin almost as much as his touch did. “Here. You can have these. You need them more than I do.”

You began to stammer, your face heating up. “Oh! No, y-you don’t have to do that! I can find some gloves of my own, I—”

“Not to worry. I have many more pairs. You can keep this one.” He flashed a reassuring smile. Reluctantly, you offered your other hand, and he guided the glove on. “There you are. Do you feel any warmer?”

“Yes… That’s… much better. Thank you, Anthony.” As he replied that you were welcome, you had half a mind to grab his hand and hold onto it. He was so warm, so inviting, and something in you wanted nothing more than to cling onto him.

Startling the both of you, the bell on the door jingled again, and Sweeney stepped in, his expression grave as always. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed that your time with the sailor boy was being cut short. 

“I should hope to see you again sometime soon,” Anthony told you as you slid out of the booth.

This time, you didn’t bother suppressing the smile that crept onto your face. “I hope so too.”

With a wave goodbye, which he was eager to return, you decided to give the two of them some privacy, slipping out to head to the living quarters. You couldn’t help but notice Anthony’s eyes on you even as you disappeared from sight and Mister Todd took your place, your heart still beating rapidly in your chest. One thing was for sure, you’d be counting the hours until you could see him again.

[clearwingedmaven]

The Fic that Stole My Lunch Money: Once in a Lifetime Love?

So... I know I'm working on a lot of fics, but this idea came up on me suddenly, and I knew it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/63460981 This is the biggest love letter to the relationship between Holmes and Watson, whichever way you want to see them, and how in each time, life after life, Holmes and Watson will always find each other. Think of this as a follow up as well to my Sherlock Holmes fandom blog as well, as I definitely had it in mind while I was writing it... And it is something of a love letter to the fans who love these two so very much. I hope you enjoy. Comments, Kudos, Hits, or whatever you would like to do, are most deeply appreciated and welcome. This is also a one-shot, so no need to wait on another chapter, it's all done and ready. :) Cheers, clearwingedmaven

[minaabitaa]

You Are Everywhere

He would carry her like this—within him, eternal, untouchable, unreachable. She would be his secret solace, his quiet ruin. His wound.

Oneshot, 653 words | Crossposted to AO3

In all his moments, she was there.

A specter, a phantom—she was sunlight streaming across rooms, the burn against his eyelids, the veins beneath skin. Always there. Always, always, always.

He would not, could not, should not fantasize about her. He wouldn’t think of her lips against his—the softness, the warmth. Or the way her fingers ghosted along his arms, the quiet gasp against his mouth. He wouldn’t think of how she looked at him, wide-eyed, as though drinking him in. As though she were lain across his lap and he was feeding her the grapes of legends past—sustenance only he could provide.

He could not think of her, not now, not ever, for if he did, he knew he would crumble. He would be hers once more. He would be Solas again—her Solas—and he would forget the bonds that held him to this wretched, broken, mistake of a land.

Every waking moment, he fled from her.

But in her dreams, through forests green and lush, along paths they once shared, he would find her. The dread wolf’s paws struck soil and moss, rain clinging to fur like memories clung to every patch of skin. For a moment—just a moment—to look at her.

To look at her would be enough.

It had to be enough.

He had condemned her—condemned all of them—to a life they did not deserve. He had stripped them of wonder, of progress, of history. They were shells of what they once were, and he had made it so. What right did he have to love, or to be loved in return, when he had done this to them?

He knew she would forgive him, and that was a risk he could not take.

She would show him mercy, when there should be vitriol.

She would show him care, where there should be disdain.

She would show him love, where there should be hatred.

No. The sky would burn, and with it, his mistakes would be rectified.

Eons of silence, of fractured histories and forgotten glories, would be undone. The Veil, his Veil, his mistake, would fall, and the world would breathe again—wild, boundless, unbroken. It would not matter that the cost was blood, nor that she would be among those who cursed his name.

This was not for her.

It was for the world he had stolen, the people he had failed, and the dream that had slipped from his grasp. To love her was to falter, to forget those who whispered his name as they were stripped of the beauty of the world that once was.

They did not scream; they did not beg. They simply mourned—softly, endlessly—for what had been lost.

No love, no forgiveness, no tender moment could erase their sorrow. To love her would be to betray them, to condemn their memories to the dust. The sky would burn, and through the fire, he would make things right.

And yet, he yearned for her.

He yearned for a world in which he would be hers, and she would be his—a world where millennia would stretch before them, boundless, unbroken, everlasting. They would be strewn across the stars, their laughter echoing in the void, where time would hold no sway. She would look at him again, as though he were everything—as though he were her world, as though he were not the destroyer, but the maker of dreams.

He would hold her in the space between his lungs. He would breathe her. She would live on in his blood, coursing through him, filling the hollow chambers of his heart. She would be the beat, the rhythm, the life that refused to leave him, even as he stood amidst ruin.

He would carry her like this—within him, eternal, untouchable, unreachable. She would be his secret solace, his quiet ruin. His wound.

Vhenan.

[rabbitfics]

Pull of Tides

Techno's head has felt like spider silk all day, seeming to lose focus and time sporadically as he tries to complete his chores. If only he could remember what he had been doing...

Well, Dream is happy to oblige.

Dreamnoblade, Bottom Technoblade, mind control, loss of time, dubious consent, Techno POV

WARNINGS: [Disorientation,Timeloss,Gaslighting,Dissasociation,Dubcon,Manipulation,MisuseOfMagic,VaginalPenetration]

Techno had been struggling to stay focused seemingly all day, eyes drifting off and clouding up in short bursts no matter what task he'd been doing; From tending his animals to sorting his storage again, he seemed to be stopping to stare at empty space for hours on end.

It didn't make any sense, he had gotten a great rest and eaten. He'd even had his coffee. There was no reason to be so inattentive and dissociative.

And then he was blinking back to what he had been doing, staring down at the collar in his hands and the scraps of gold across his jewelers workbench with no clue how long he'd been dazed by the clouding across his mind.

Then he heard a quiet chuckle, blearily turning to find Dream, perched comfortably on a chest nearby.

“You… stealthy green nerd…” Techno mumbles, trying to remember why it was so odd to find the other man in his house. It felt like he'd been there a while.

“Now don't be like that, why don't we just go upstairs and hang out?” The hunter supplied pleasantly, and was done motioning to the ladder by the time Techno had stood from his chair.

The climb was short but oddly sluggish to Techno, hooves scraping the ladder rungs by muscle memory alone, and suddenly he was pinned face-first to the wall in his foyer.

“You've been acting strange today, Tech,” Dream purred in a concerned, soothing tone, contrasting to the firm hands on the ailing party's hips, “Are you feeling okay? I can make you some stew if you'd like to sit down…”

“I think I'm ok, don't have a fever or anythin.” Techno sighed, shutting his eyes for just a moment.

When he opened them again he was in Dream's lap, on the couch facing his low-burning fireplace, calloused yet exploratory fingers dipping below his clothes.

He could feel Dream's hot breath on his ear, voice still soft and genuine as he gently pulled Techno's tired limbs. Posing him in his lap.

“Don't worry about it, let's just get you comfortable and I'll worry about the rest, ok?”

He slipped a soft hand over Techno's eyes and after what felt like a heartbeat to the piglin, he was knelt on the ground between Dream's legs, an odd salty taste on his tongue.

As the fog lifted this time, he noticed things slowly. A spoon before his lips, empty. But Dream looked slightly flushed holding it, a dark look in his eyes with a flash of satisfaction behind it.

“Soup good?” He asked quietly, moving to put the spoon on the arm of the couch. The kneeling knight almost shut his eyes again as they followed the shiny object. But furrowing his brows and trying to see through the sluggish fog obscuring his thoughts, Techno noticed.

There was no bowl, no smell of cooked meat in the air. But Dream seemed to be sweaty, clothes ruffled and pants open. Techno's jaw ached a bit and he could feel the tenderness of his lips.

“Dream, what-” He manages to breathe before a hand obscures his vision and he's floating once again.

When Techno next meets reality, he can feel warm pleasure shooting through his hips, Dream's thumb rubbing his clit as three other fingers pump in and out of his hole. His clothes are entirely gone now, Dream still almost completely clothed. The fire looked like it had gone out hours ago.

“Dream! Wh- ah!” He yelps, eyes already starting to lose focus but the warrior bites his lip against the tides of magic over his mind. And then it clicks, and he almost wants to kick his co-conspirator in the nuts.

“I was trying to work, Dream!” Techno groans, head dropping back onto the other's shoulder. No wonder he'd been so exhausted, why so much of his memory seemed obscured. “All day, all day! You horny loser!”

“Shhhh…” The hunter soothed, nibbling on the others ears. “Just go with it~”

The cheery suggestion makes the pulse of magic hit even stronger, jumbling every thought Techno had as his body shakes, and making the pleasant friction blanket his senses in static.

Next is a pounding rhythm of red-hot pleasure, the cock in his cunt already pumping fast and deep. It felt like he was going to shake apart, sore limbs wrapped tight around his companion.

When had he been turned around and put on his back? Were they in a bed? It was so hard to concentrate on anything but the burning ache of who knows how many orgasms.

“D-Dream, please-” Techno gasped, hair fanned out on the bed and sticking to his skin. “Please, gonna-”

“Just drift off, baby,” His eyes looked like acid, swirling with unnatural light. “I've got you, you're doing so good for me.”

Techno felt his eyes roll back, back arching as what felt like his third orgasm hit. His only coherent thoughts were how good he felt, looked, sounded, was being. None of them felt like his own.

His next moment of clarity was sharp, pulling a strained groan from his throat as Techno felt the hot cum in him being fucked in further, dripping out around Dream's still-hard cock. He felt so full, so tired.

“With me, honey?” The hunter whispered against his lips, smug and just a little breathless.

Techno whined high and desperate as he felt his body tense like a bowstring, every sensation and sound suddenly as sharp as glass. He was so close, so unbearably close.

“Dream, plea- please-” He stuttered as all of the things that had felt so soft and surreal poked at his nerves like knives.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Came the reply, like a sweet soothing shadow over his senses. Cold water on a blistering day. It felt like the fog had solidified with sparks dancing at its edges. But only in the instant that Dreams voice echoed in his ears.

“Yes, yes, so good I swEAR-” Techno can't help his voice cracking, it feels like he's being shocked, electrocuted, burned. The heat burning so much brighter as that pleasantly cold control dances just out of reach.

“Good boy.”

And then everything is condensed, the fire flares to white light and then his mind is floating as if in a dark sea devoid of temperature. Soft feeling dances across his skin like seaweed and he can vaguely tell his body is existing somewhere else, still in that inferno and something possessive in the shadows reminds him of more warm, heavy spend filling his pussy, a faraway hiss repeating breathlessly ‘I did that, I filled you so good, stuffed you full, made you a good little fucktoy all day’

And Techno silently purrs back at the absence of his own thoughts, that acidic control muffling his usually racing inner monolog. He was so happy to serve, usually red eyes fogged with magic as he let it settle in like a hand pressed to his neck.

[songwolfwildblogs]

@toffeebrew so I finished it.

(One-shot under the cut)

Y/n had left the utmv Fandom a while ago, they had entered THAT side of the Fandom. The side that every Fandom had. The side that made Y/n feel horrible, the constant worry of being judged had ruined the fun but that was years and years ago. They had grown a lot in that time, lost the friends they thought would judge them and over time they forgot about their time in the Fandom but then… they came across a TikTok of the silly guys they fell in love with and it all came flooding back… they remembered how these little guys were what got them into art, but they also remembered the toxicity.

Y/n approached the Fandom cautiously at first only going through their old art and reminiscing about Their aus. They started scrolling through TikTok and started seeing utmv content then when they got sick of TikTok they went to Tumblr and there the hyperfixation was reignited. They fell in love with the characters all over again absorbing all the info they could but they also remembered something… ink.

Would he be mad? What would he think about Y/n abandoning him? ….

What the hell is Y/n thinking? Ink isn't real! Well… ink and everyone still felt real in Y/n's heart.

The doodlesphere was less active than the early years but it still was buzzing with activity, Ink as usual was bouncing around while reading the newest au list, it was from a new creator! It wasn't exactly the best, but that doesn't matter!

Ink has the philosophy that: an au always means something to someone even if it's one person it has a place in the doodlesphere!

Ink couldn’t help but smile and put the au up in the doodlesphere. He moved back into the center of the doodlesphere and took in the aus surrounding him. Suddenly Ink heard a voice, ink has always heard creators while they work but this was a voice he had missed… Y/n! He was practically jumping up and down while skipping around

Ink immediately went towards the au that was being worked on, a theatrical Tale, ya the name was a mouthful but eh. Ink appeared in what appeared to be clip studio paint, which wasn't the art medium Y/n used to use but it has been years so they must have improved a ton! They were redesigning the sans and papyrus of the universe First, the sans was wearing black sweatpants, and a black hoodie as well as a pair of gloves. Papyrus was a completely different story, dramatic carvings laced his now much more armor like battle body, a lance laid on his hip and there was a note pointing to the get up saying “Not real, would be a risk to actors.”

Y/n was mumbling along to a random song, ink couldn’t really hear it but he assumed it was either an emo song, mitski, a musical, or MARINA since most creators seem to like those.

Ink couldn’t contain himself anymore, he used broomie to draw in the reference window. “Y/N!!!!!!! Hiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!! It's ink!!! I'm so so so so so so so happy to see you again!!!!” it took a minute For Y/n to notice, of course, while drinking some coffee which made them cough, which made Ink chuckle. Y/n seemed nervous as they spoke “ink?! Holy fuck. I… uh… I… fuck. Hi?” Y/n's nervousness was barely picked up by ink but Y/n was one of the few people he could read slightly, he didn't know why but he oddly got Y/n somewhat they just kind of clicked. Ink erased what he wrote then began writing “what's wrong your seem nervous” Y/n sighed before continuing as they placed down their cup and continued to draw “It's nothing really, it's just… are you not mad? I left for so long… I basically Abandoned you and my aus.”

Ink was mildly surprised but shook his head not like Y/n could see him, yet again he used broomie again, writing “I'm not mad! I'm so happy you're back! I missed you a lot! Also I love these designs so far!”

Y/n smiled softly and shook their head even after all these years… ink never changes.

And that's a good thing in a way… because in the end he'll always be there to help. Always be there to info dump too. Always just… excited to help with the creative process. Even if Y/n knew he couldn't technically feel emotions It didn't mean his emotions were less valid.

Ink was a friend in a sense even if he wasn't in Y/n's reality… he was still a friend

[limayde]

Some Romeo and Juliet Shit

Been a while since I wrote a fic, but Nicole/Emily Class of '09 gave me just the right amount of brainrot for me to get one out.

[vasilioscrow]

Niall stands in your apartment kitchen, having excused himself for a moment from the movie night he acquires himself a refill of what once was in his glass. After admiring the sight of him in your kitchen, you make your way towards him.

you approached behind him, the steps from your sock covered feet not heard by Niall‘s ears.

Embracing him softly, your hands slide from his hips to around his waist fully, enveloping him into a firm hold. Niall flinched at first, getting startled from the sudden embrace before relaxing as he caught a glance of you before also having a whiff of the cologne that you wore envelop his nose.

You stand there for a moment, stomach pressed against his back as you held him gently around the waist. While placing a soft kiss on his jaw you murmur a simple “Happy New Years” to him, before placing your chin to rest on his shoulder before watching him finish making another drink.

Niall hummed happily at the feeling of your kiss, leaning into it with a contented smile. He relishes in this moment- having those arms of yours wrapped around him with these affections being given to him results with him swooning in the moment. He feels content.

These little moments between the two of you are some of his favourites from throughout the year.

And he can’t wait for what occurs in the next.

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.⋆˚ ─ ✦ ⋅ ✎ᝰ. ⋅ ✦ ─ ˚⋆.˚✧̣̇.⋆ ✶˖· ˳. ✦ . ˚

[hircines-hunter]

Orchid (Tanlorin x F!OC)

It's just some fluff. it's short. I had wanted to do more plot but that can be another thing. I may post on AO3 at some point. No warnings. idk what I'm doing lol. I'm just incredibly gay for Tan.

“Pen?”

Penelope hummed, barely looking up from the alchemy table. She held up a small bottle to the candlelight. “Yes, Tan?”

Tanlorin pouted as the Breton ignored them. They crossed their arms. “Penelope….” They whined.

Penelope looked over at the frustrated elf. “Oh, uhm I’m sorry, Tan…. Give me a moment. Please. I’ll make it up to you.” She turned back to the table. She measured out a few more flowers into the mortar. As she grabbed the pestle, Tanlorin placed their hand on hers. She turned to look up at the elf. She admired their beautiful purple eyes and glowing runic tattoos. “I'm sorry.” 

Tanlorin leaned close. Their lips close to Penelope’s cheeks. The heat of their breath fogged her glasses. “You can finish this later. It’s not imperative at the moment.”

Penelope nodded. Her cheeks heated from Tanlorin’s breath and her own embarrassment. “Alrighty. What’s wrong?” Penelope removed her glasses and wiped them on her shirt.

Tanlorin placed their hands on the table behind Penelope and leaned closer. “I seem….” They stopped talking as they looked between Penelope’s different colored eyes. They looked at her freckles and then down at her lips.

“Tan?” Penelope tilted her head. “What’s wrong, my friend?”

The Altmer groaned and rested their head on Penelope’s shoulder. They mumbled incoherently as they wrapped their arms around Penelope. “By Auri-el.” Tanlorin pulled away and looked at Penelope’s face again, leaning close and kissing her lips.

Penelope whimpered. She moved away as soon as Tanlorin pulled away. “Divines. Oh, divines.” Tanlorin stopped Penelope’s pacing. Penelope looked up at the High Elf. “I….” She chewed on her lip. She searched Tanlorin’s worried face. “You…. Uh.”

“I kissed you. You’ve ignored my other flirtation.” 

“I didn’t think you were serious.” Penelope looked down and at her glasses. “Not with me…. I told you….”

Tanlorin put their knuckle under Penelope’s chin and tilted her face. “And I seem to find myself increasingly attracted to you.” They bit their lip. 

Penelope covered her face. “Tan….”

Tanlorin rubbed the back of their head, through the undercut. They sighed as they turned away. “I know. I know.” They groaned. “It wasn’t serious at first. But….”

“But? Tan. I told you….”

“It’s serious now.”

Penelope watched as the elf nervously kicked at the ground and fiddled with their hair. She grabbed their hand. “Is it truly serious? Because I would try with you. But if this is…. Just….” Tanlorin turned and looked down at Penelope. “I know you don’t want to hurt me.”

“I won’t. I can’t.” They put their hands on Penelope’s face. “I care too much about you, Pen.”

Penelope nodded. She closed her eyes. “You know how delicate I actually am. I am no different than an orchid.”

“I can take care of those really well.” Tanlorin smirked and took a step closer to the shorter Breton.

“I know you can.” Penelope smiled finally. “I am serious though, Tan. Tanlorin.”

“As am I.”

Penelope reached up and traced the stitching on their lapels. She looked up, getting lost in a sea of lavender eyes. She gripped their shirt and pulled them down for a kiss, parting her lips for Tanlorin. 

[cookie-gal]

Feeling Anxiety

(A EPIC Oneshot)

The rain seemed very quiet and yet kinda pointless considering the existence of the ocean. Hermes repeatedly childishly, tapped each rain drop that fell and came to him. As for Odysseus who was seemingly struggling to keep his eyes open "NO! I-I can't... can't stay A..w-wake"

Hermes catches the sleep deprived king right before he splashed into the water. Odysseus groaned..

"Counting sheep already my friend?"

Hermes questions "Ugh.. I- I'm sorry Hermes, I just.. My body's so tired.. I can barely move. But I need to stay..awake.. What if another monster comes out or something.. and I'm not r-ready."

"Darling y'know a god's with you right by your side y'know"

"Yeah but what if another god comes out and ambushes you.."

"Darling, I know when a devine fiend is arriving~ I'm their messenger after all~"

He gleefully patted the sad old man, making him slightly smile. And then his frown returned

"I'm so tired Hermes.. I, I don't know why, but I keep having doubts, Doubts about making it back home what if I do make it home but.. something's wr-wrong, what if Telemachus hates me, what if he doesn't recognize me. Or what if I don't even make it home and Poseidon comes after me! He's been after ever since I encountered him in the beginning, I've been fearing to get near any water ever since I met him...! Everytime I look at myself in the water I just...I just...b-break!"

His voice started cracking after that last sentence, his breathing starts shuddering, Hermes' face starts to tense up alittle as Odysseus starts to clench tightly at his hair "WH-WHAT IF THOSE MEN THAT THE PROPHET MENTION HURT PENELOPE?! W-WHAT IF PENELOPE - Oh no.."

The thought of Penelope, Those men in the palace.. hurting his queen.. his Penelope, And his son start to overwhelm him

Why was it suddenly getting harder and harder to breathe properly?! Wh-what's happening to me?!

Odysseus starts to put his hands to his chest to feel his heart racing erratically, His panicked breaths start to become wheezes as he suddenly starts walking n stumbling around the raft trying to get some sign of oxygen as tears also run down quickly off his face

"Penelope... Penelope... I'm so sorry I'm a such a horrible husband I'm such a horrible king.. AND FATHER!! I-I DON'T DESERVE THIS! I DON'T DESERVE TO--"

Odysseus suddenly felt a quick yank and embrace, a hug? Was Hermes hugging him..? But isn't he a horrible person? A monster

"Friend, I witness so much cunningness from you and it's quite impressive, considering no mortal wouldn't have made it this far. They would've been dead by now.."

"You wouldn't like to disappoint your special mistress or your youth would you? They are waiting for you after all~ Quiting now isn't really good for their hope for you."

"Hermes..."

Ody paused and buried his face in Hermes' shoulder he hugged back tightly, not really wanting to let go of him till he felt fully still. His arms were still slightly shaking but not as bad as they were before like, when his anxiety was consuming him. His quick breathing stopped slowed down, not as rapid as well everything felt calm and laxed again. The sun started rising the warm glow made him feel better more comfortable and content. He sighs heavily, finally finding the right words to say something

"Hermes.. thank you..."

I made more if you would like to see more

[hoomandoescosplay]

Nighttime Routine | Vox x Reader Oneshot

As I’m laying my head on his chest I can feel his breathing start to slow and even out. Guess he can fall asleep fast I think to myself.

I untangle myself from his embrace and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek before laying on my side and trying to drift off as well.

I struggle for a few minutes before my eyes finally start to get heavy and I begin to drift off.

As soon as my eyes fully close they snap open as a bright light freaks me out. I sit up slightly to get a better view and I see a video of Vark swimming underwater.

Vark’s never been underwater from what I know at least. I glance at Vark at the edge of the bed and see him curled up fast asleep as well.

I then glance back at Vox’s screen as a new video is playing. Are these his dreams? I reach my arm out and lightly pat Vox’s shoulder.

“I think your dreams are playing on your screen…” I mumbled tiredly. I get no response from him.

I sigh as I lay back down facing the ceiling. The light is continuing to emit off of his screen which does not help me to fall asleep.

After a few more minutes of staring at the ceiling I cover my face as I groan out. His screen starts to play some white noise that correlates to his dreams.

“There’s no way I’m falling asleep like this.” I mutter out through my hands. I can faintly hear the noises coming from the white noise as I grab one of my pillows and move closer to Vox.

“Sorry but not really.” I mumbled sleepily as I placed the pillow over his face and screen to try to drown out the light and noise.

I guess I may have pressed the pillow down too hard on his screen cause it woke him up.

"What in the world-" He mumbled sleepily, removing the pillow from his face, "What's going on, doll? Why did you do that-?" He questioned, blinking tiredly.

I stare at him for a moment as he’s now holding onto my pillow. “You need a mute button.” I mumble as I rub my eyes tiredly.

He stifled a yawn as he began to understand what I’m referring to. "Oh, I see. You're hearing my dreams. Did it bother you that much?" He asked as he placed the pillow he was holding down next to him.

“I’m just not used to sleeping with any sort of lights or noise.” I admit feeling slightly bad for waking him up.

He nods slightly and moves his arm so it's wrapped around me again as he pulls me closer to him.

"I should have put my screen on its night mode. That’s my fault, doll." He mumbled tiredly. His screen then goes to a settings page and I see him flick on his night mode setting.

He sighs to himself and blinks tiredly as he wraps the blanket back over us. "I do appreciate you waking me up instead of trying to suffer in silence." He mumbled, referring to me waking him up by placing the pillow on his face.

I laugh quietly. “Waking you up wasn’t part of the plan but you’re welcome.” I cuddle up into his embrace. “Thank you.” I whisper out as I close my eyes.

He smiles faintly and presses a gentle kiss to my temple and cuddles me back, burying his face into my hair. "You're welcome, doll." He whispered quietly as we both drifted off to sleep.

[totallynotashieldagent]

No Reservations

Pairing: Jason Todd/Reader

Summary: Reader is a Chef in Gotham for just a year for a certification. She wants to make friends. She'll do it even if it means forcing the neighbour to do it.

Masterlist

March

"So, no one else is on this floor?" You asked the building manager 

"Just one guy- But he's hardly around." He shrugged and handed you the key 

Disappointment. That was the only word you could think of. 

Neighbours were the easiest way to make friends, to get to know a city, to get to know its people. Even if it was a place like Gotham. But you were here for a year to finish your guild certification and through that, you didn't want to be alone. People at school weren't the friendliest, and there was good reason for it. The job placements afterwards were for a select number only and no one could jeopardise their career by fraternising with the enemy. 

In any case, you hoped that you'd just run into your mystery neighbour in the elevator or the hallway eventually, and make small talk then take it from there. Or just bring something back from class as a peace offering. 

The first week was manic. Moving in and making sure that you were prepared for the hectic months ahead.

[solo-ojo-jojo]

Chenford Fanfic: About Last Night

The Rookie Fanfiction | Chenford | One shot | 5K | Rated T | 5x01 Alternate Take | Sharing a Bed | Repressed feelings | Chenford Week '23

Story summary: Chenford, Vegas, and the one bed trope

In a world where their undercover op isn't interrupted, Lucy and Tim must find a way to share a bed one night in Las Vegas.

One day last November, my friend @heatherelf77 shared the following tweet, and it got my brain a'thinkin'.

My first thought was of a scene from the 1934 film It Happened One Night, when Clark Gable creates a room divider out of a blanket between his and Claudette Colbert's beds. I imagined Tim doing his own version of that for sharing a bed with Lucy, and it went from there.

Read an excerpt below, or jump on over to AO3 to read it now!

Lucy opened the bathroom door to find Tim arranging pillows on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, amusement plain on her face and barely able to contain her laughter.

Tim paused and looked up at her. Why did he feel like she caught him doing something he shouldn’t?

“I’m creating a, uh–,” he gestured with his arm, moving it horizontally over the bed from head to toe and back again.

“A pillow wall?” she asked.

Tim looked sheepish under her gaze and shrugged one shoulder.

“Tim…” Lucy swallowed a grin, trying to maintain her professionalism “… do you really think that’s necessary?”

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment over the thought of admitting out loud that he was worried about being able to resist his attraction to her—especially when she had already made it clear that she didn’t feel the same way.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I know that this wasn’t part of the plan.”

“It wasn’t. But I can keep my hands to myself if you can.”

Tim held his tongue. That was certainly a loaded subject, and one he had already given far too much thought to in the past 24 hours. He knew he didn’t trust himself to answer. Avoiding the topic, he rolled his eyes and chucked a pillow in her direction.

“Fine,” he relented, and started to place the pillows back at the head of the bed. “Which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

“You choose,” she offered, before tossing the pillow back to him. “It really doesn’t matter to me.”

A knock and a voice diverted their attention to the door.

“Room service.”

Lucy was already making her way to the door when Tim stopped her. 

“Wait,” he said in a firm, but quiet voice, causing Lucy to turn to look at him. She noticed his hand hovering behind the firearm tucked away at the small of his back.

“I’ve got it,” she reassured him. “It’s okay.”

“I know you do,” he returned, stepping in close and lowering his voice. “I just don’t like this. Any of this. I keep feeling like something is going to go wrong or our cover’s going to be blown.” He peered through the peephole to find a waiter with a room service cart on the other side. Keeping his hand behind his back, Tim opened the door, then poked his head out to look up and down the hallway.

The coast was clear.

“Baby,” Lucy cooed, walking toward Tim, “you got us room service?” Her fingers curled around his biceps and the tips of her press-on nails sent a shiver through his body.

He turned his head to look at her, and dammit, the way she looked up at him with adoration written so plainly across her face reminded him she could turn her undercover persona on and off so easily. If he didn’t know any better, he’d believe she was actually into him. And it was his job to play along.

Read on AO3

[desertsanctuary-blog]

I plan to start an Oneshot Book for Desert Sanctuary after finishing Frisk's journey and ironing out a few details. They are meant to give you guys a more in-depth look at the AU and the characters.

I have multiple oneshots planned but I'm curious about what are some of the scenes that you would like to see play out.