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[drowning-in-cacophony]

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For @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 196: against the flow

Summary: someone is being pulled the wrong way up the Time Flow.

She struggles, pulling determinedly against his grip, but it’s all in vain. His fingers are like vices gripping into her arms, unbreakable as steel, and his purpose is strong in his eyes. A few pulls won’t spare her the plan he has intended.

The jetpack yanks them both upwards, against the natural flow of things. It is wrong, doing it this way, a thing of untold consequence, but if she wanted to yell that at him, it’d be too late. Her words would only be pulled out of her mouth, spiralling backwards down the metaphorical river, lost to them and time itself.

Still, she doesn’t stop her attempts to get herself free. If she springs loose now, she might just about have enough energy not to be swept too far downstream; she could find an outpost and cling on with her fingertips until the wave has subsided, and then maybe someone will help her fix whatever chaos he’s got intended. In fact, it’s a matter of life and death, her getting free. Without this, there will be no warning. No chance. Her foot lashes out, clashes with a hip, but maybe his suit’s reinforced or maybe pain means nothing to his determination because he doesn’t even give her a glance. Her hair whips backwards as the winds pick up, lashes against her cheekbones as it goes. The winds want to pull her backwards, back in the natural current, and they’ve got to be pulling at him too. Urging them away; don’t cross against something that fights, that’s always been their first lesson before they were allowed to navigate these streams.

But his jetpack is strong, and his will stronger, because she starts feeling the electric charges building up behind her eyes.

He’s locked on to their destination, and it will be moments before he connects. Ripping through the Flow. Tearing through their rules, and landing them in the Past. Where he can do whatever he’d got planned, irrevocably reversing the natural timeline. Knowing him, and the way he’d dragged her in to witness it all, it’s going to be big and devastating.

There’s only one action she can think to do, as the electric impulses begin to burn, her eyes watering from the pressure. The last arrow in her quiver, as to say.

She stops trying to get free, and instead balls up all her energy to kick him off stream.

It’s easier than she thought, with the winds and the way they’re narrowing in. He’s not expecting a sideways push, but for her to keep yanking backwards; when it comes, it’s enough of a surprise that he falters, and that’s enough for the Flow to take over. It pulls them, like fragile leaves from a branch, and she clings onto him like a limpet, sealing their fate together.

As they hurtle uncontrollably towards the wind-screaming walls, towards who knows where, at least she can have the comfort that she’s made his plan that bit harder.

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support - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 496

"Reg?"

James called his boyfriend's name with a frown, giving up entirely on the idea of giving his boyfriend space. Regulus had been quieter than usual that morning, refusing to speak or even sit next to James. At first, James had accepted it. He'd learned long ago that it occasionally took Regulus time to thaw out in the morning, and the best way to support him was to let him be. But now it was coming 'round noon and Regulus had not approached him for his usual mid-morning hug.

"What."

Regulus's response was a harsh statement, and the tone made James nervous. So he sat next to the other man on their couch and turned to face him, even as Regulus crossed his arms and stared off into the distance with a pout.

"Baby...is something wrong?" He asked softly, knowing gentle questions were the best approach with an angry Regulus.

"No."

"Are you sure?" But as he reached out to tuck an errant curl behind Regulus's ear, the younger man jerked away, frowning. "Reg, what's wrong? Have I done something?"

"Yes."

James immediately recoiled a bit. "What is it, love?" He racked his brain thinking about how he could have wronged the perfect creature in front of him but came up blank. He hadn't even eaten the last of the ice cream in the freezer.

"You cheated on me, James," Regulus said, voice full of hurt, and James's blood went cold.

"What? Reg, Reg look at me!" He was panicking now. Reaching for his boyfriend's hand, he scrambled to gain eye contact. "Baby, I would never. Who told you-?"

"Sirius," Regulus said sadly, eyes still not meeting James's.

And for a moment, James's entire world was upended. Because why the fuck would Sirius say that?

Until Regulus continued.

"He said it in my dream last night."

And it took everything in James not to burst out laughing. Because it was so like Regulus to feel this way. To have a dream about him cheating and to be mad the next day. But he also knew that if he didn't tread carefully, he would do something in real life to get himself in trouble.

"Baby," he murmured, using his pointer finger to gently guide the shorter man's chin so their eyes met. "I am so sorry that I did that in your dream. I think if I had a dream like that, I would have woken up crying."

Regulus's answering blinks told James he was on the right track.

"But please know that I would never do that in real life. I would die rather than do that! You have to know I adore you, love, more than anyone else," he said passionately, staring deep into gray eyes.

And, biting his lip, Regulus nodded after a few agonizing seconds of silence. "Alright. I guess I forgive you."

James just grinned, pulling him into his arms, choosing not to mention that he hadn't actually done anything to forgive.

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situationship!hyung line x fem!reader

genre: angst

warnings: suggestive, they're basically just toxic and lowkey (highkey) mean smh, jealous!hoon

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- ', lee heeseung ; 496 words ꒱ ↷

heeseung always told you not to worry about her.

the way he said it, so casual, so dismissive, made you feel small every time. as if your feelings were insignificant, like your concerns were nothing but a byproduct of your own insecurity.

tonight was no different. he’d spent most of the party talking to her – the girl he always swore was "just a friend." you watched as they laughed together, heads close, his hand lingering on her arm just a second too long. your stomach twisted, but you bit your tongue. it wasn’t the first time, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

when you finally found the courage to ask him about it later, as the party died down and the two of you stood alone in a dimly lit corner, his response was as predictable as it was infuriating.

“you’re overthinking this again,” he said, his voice low and calm, like he was trying to soothe a child. “i told you, there’s nothing between us.”

you crossed your arms, the weight of everything unsaid pressing on your chest. “you’re always with her, heeseung. you never act like that with me.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking more exasperated than guilty. “we’re not even dating,” he shot back, eyes narrowing as if you were the unreasonable one. “i don’t know why you’re making this a big deal. you knew that from the start.”

the words cut deep, sharper than you expected. he was right, technically. you were never officially anything, never put a label on whatever this was. but that didn’t stop the jealousy from eating away at you, or the way your heart sank every time he chose her over you.

“so, what?” you asked, voice shaking despite your best efforts to sound strong. “i’m not allowed to feel anything? i’m not allowed to care when you spend all your time with her?”

heeseung stepped closer, his fingers wrapping around your wrist – not tight, but firm enough to make sure you wouldn’t walk away. “i’m not with her, okay? stop imagining things. you always do this, blowing everything out of proportion.”

you shook your head, yanking your wrist free, your chest heaving with the weight of his words. “but you are always with her, heeseung. i’m not imagining that.”

for a moment, something flickered in his eyes – guilt, maybe, or hesitation – but just as quickly, it was gone. he shrugged, and the indifference in his expression shattered whatever hope you’d been clinging to. “you don’t have to stay, you know,” he said, voice ever so soft – a sharp contrast to the cruelty of his words. “we never promised anything to each other. if you don’t like it, you can leave.”

the silence that followed was deafening. heeseung watched you, arms crossed like he was daring you to go, daring you to make a choice.

but it wasn’t that simple. it never was.

and you hated that, despite everything, you stayed.

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- ', park jongseong ; 684 words ꒱ ↷

you had almost forgotten what it felt like to see jay’s name light up your phone. it had been weeks since he left you on read, a silence that gnawed at your insides until you convinced yourself that you were done waiting. but the moment you opened the message, your heart raced.

hey, you up?

you hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen before typing back.

sure

when he arrived, his casual demeanor filled the room, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “hey,” he said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “missed you.”

“missed me?” you echoed, trying to keep your tone light even as memories of his absence washed over you. “you didn’t even text...”

he stepped closer, his eyes softening as he watched you. “i know. i’m sorry for dropping off the map. life got crazy. but i’m here now. can we just forget about that?”

you felt your heart flutter at his words, yet a cautious part of you hesitated. it had been so long since you’d last spoken. still, you found yourself leaning into him as he drew closer, a familiar warmth radiating between you.

without thinking, jay closed the gap and cupped your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “can i?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for permission.

you swallowed, uncertainty flashing through your mind. but before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, igniting a spark that sent warmth coursing through your body. the kiss was sweet and intoxicating, melting away your doubts as you lost yourself in him.

your hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer as you surrendered to the moment. the world around you seemed to fade as he deepened the kiss.

his hands roamed down your sides, fingertips brushing against your skin, igniting a rush of heat. you felt a thrill at first, but then an unease crept in when he attempted to lift your shirt. that familiar warmth faded, replaced by a gnawing thought.

you pulled back slightly, breathless and searching his eyes. “wait, jay…”

“what?” he murmured, his voice low and husky, still caught up in the moment.

“were you… while you were away, were you with someone else?” you blurted out, vulnerability creeping into your voice.

jay’s expression shifted instantly, irritation replacing the softness that had just been there. “seriously? you’re going to ruin this moment with your overthinking?”

“i’m just asking,” you protested, feeling the warmth of the moment evaporate. “you’ve been gone for weeks. what was i supposed to think?”

“you’re overreacting,” he shot back, frustration lacing his words. “i told you, life gets busy. i didn’t have time for you. but you know i like you. can’t that be enough?”

“so, i’m just supposed to accept that?” you replied, your heart sinking as the sweet connection you’d felt moments ago felt tainted now. “you show up after weeks of silence and expect everything to be fine?”

jay’s demeanor shifted even more, annoyance replacing the previous sweetness in his voice. “you know what? maybe you should just stop expecting so much. it’s not like we’re a thing. you can’t play the victim every time i need space.”

“am i just supposed to just wait for you to come back whenever it’s convenient?” you shot back, anger rising. “this isn’t fair, jay. i thought we had... something.”

“something?” he scoffed, stepping back, creating distance that felt more comfortable for him. “you act like i owe you something just because we’re fucking. i didn’t ask you to wait around for me.”

the air between you thickened with tension, and the warmth you once felt began to feel suffocating.

“maybe i don’t want this anymore,” you said quietly, hoping to pierce through the walls he’d built around himself.

“then why don’t you walk away?” he shot back, a cruel smile forming on his lips. “i’m not forcing you to stay and i’m not chasing you around either, but you’re still here. if you really wanted to be gone, you’d have done it already.”

- ', sim jaeyun ; 668 words ꒱ ↷

the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension as you stood in your dimly lit living room. you had been trying to move on, to enjoy yourself, but the moment you saw him leaning against your doorframe, eyes darker than the shadows around him, everything came flooding back.

“you didn’t call,” he said, voice low but laced with something sharp, an accusation that felt more like a challenge.

you shrugged, trying to appear unaffected, though his presence stirred something deep within. “didn’t think it mattered.”

“didn’t think it mattered?” he repeated, disbelief etched across his features. “it’s been weeks. you think just because we’re not dating means you can ghost me? that’s not how this works.”

he stepped closer, fingers brushing your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “of course it matters,” he muttered, his voice dripping with a possessiveness that made your heart race. “you’re mine.”

the words twisted in your chest, a fleeting warmth quickly replaced by cold reality. he never said more than that. mine – but never us. the possessiveness in his tone was suffocating, yet it wasn’t love. not the kind you craved, anyway.

“yours?” you echoed, bitterness creeping into your voice. “but i’m not enough to keep you.” the memory of him with other girls, laughing, flirting even, flooded your mind.

jake’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it. he never did. his gaze flickered, a flash of something unrecognizable, but it was gone before you could grasp it.

“come on,” he said, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “don’t be dramatic. you know how this works. we have fun. it doesn’t have to mean anything more.”

“fun?” you shot back, anger sparking in your chest. “you find this fun? cause that’s not how i’d call it.”

he scoffed, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriating smirk that always made your heart race. “then maybe you should stop expecting something that was never on the table. you’re making this complicated, and you know i hate complications.”

you crossed your arms, feeling the weight of his words. “and you think it’s my fault for not reaching out? maybe i thought you’d actually care if i was gone.”

“well, maybe i wouldn’t have had to think about it if you’d just called,” he replied, frustration spilling into his tone. “you don’t get to just disappear and expect me to act like everything’s fine.”

the tension escalated, and you felt a sting of betrayal rise within you. “you don’t care about how this affects me at all, do you?” you almost whispered, pain creeping into your voice.

“not really,” he replied, his honesty cutting deeper than you expected. “you should know by now that this is just... whatever. it’s nothing serious. you’re not the only one i’m seeing, and you should stop acting like you own me.”

without another word, you turned away, knowing he wouldn’t follow. he never stayed when it counted. you were tired of pretending you didn’t want more, of pretending that his words didn’t cut deep every time you heard them.

“you think you can just walk away?” he called after you, his tone shifting slightly, a mix of irritation and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“you don’t get to decide that for me, jake,” you replied, voice steady, though your heart raced. “cause newsflash – you don’t own me either.”

“that’s where you’re wrong,” he said, stepping forward, his expression hardening. “i do own you. you might not want to admit it, but you’re not going anywhere. not when you know you’d miss this. and you do know it.”

the truth hung heavy in the air, suffocating in its finality. he was right about one thing: deep down, you knew you wouldn’t easily let go, no matter how hard you tried. and as you walked away, the familiar ache settled in your chest – knowing he would never give you what you truly wanted, but somehow, you would always find yourself drawn back into his orbit.

- ', park sunghoon ; 629 words ꒱ ↷

sunghoon never wanted to be with you – not officially, at least. he made that painfully clear from the start. "no labels, no commitments," he had said, and you’d agreed, thinking you could handle it. but as time went on, the lines between what you were and what you weren’t started to blur.

you’d barely finished laughing at something your friend said when sunghoon appeared, eyes dark with barely restrained anger. he had been watching you all night, but it wasn’t until he saw you standing too close to another guy that he snapped. now, he was pulling you into the corner of the room, his grip on your wrist unrelenting.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, voice low and sharp.

you blinked at him, incredulous. “talking. what does it look like?”

sunghoon’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “it looks like you were flirting.”

you laughed bitterly, yanking your arm free from his hold. “flirting? i was just talking to a friend, sunghoon. why do you even care? we’re not together, remember?”

that was always your go-to defense, the one truth that should have shielded you from this exact situation. but sunghoon didn’t back down. he never did.

“don’t act stupid,” he snapped, stepping closer until you were practically pressed against the wall. “i don’t need to put a label on this to make it clear. you’re mine. i don’t want other guys near you.”

your heart raced, frustration and confusion swirling inside you. “yours? you don’t even want to be with me. you’ve said that a hundred times. no relationship, no commitment. so why does it matter?”

his face hardened, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he stared at you, unblinking. “just because i don’t want to be tied down doesn’t mean i’m okay with you hanging around other guys.”

you shook your head, disbelief flooding through you. “do you even hear yourself? you can’t have it both ways, sunghoon. you don’t get to act possessive when you’ve made it clear this is nothing to you.”

he sighed, eyes still cold. “i never said this was nothing. i just don’t want all the... drama that comes with it. but you,” he stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “you don’t get to act like you’re free to do whatever you want. not when it comes to other guys.”

the hypocrisy of it all made your blood boil. “so, what? you can see whoever you want, keep me at arm’s length, but i’m not allowed to talk to another guy?”

sunghoon’s gaze darkened, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. “i’m not seeing anyone else,” he said, his voice tight. “but that’s not the point. the point is, i don’t want you with anyone else. it’s that simple.”

the 'simplicity' of it, the stark unfairness, made you want to scream. “and what do i get out of this?” you asked, voice shaking with pent-up emotion. “i’m not yours, sunghoon. you’ve said it yourself, over and over again. you don’t want anything real, and yet you expect me to just wait around while you keep doing this?”

his eyes flickered, something unreadable passing through them, but he stayed silent. he couldn’t answer that. he wouldn’t.

“exactly,” you muttered, shaking your head. “you want control without commitment. you don’t want to be with me, but you can’t stand the thought of someone else wanting me.”

his silence was deafening, the unspoken truth hanging heavy between you. he didn’t deny it. he never would. you were caught in his web, and he knew it. you could feel the weight of his possessiveness, like invisible chains tightening around you every time he pulled you back, refusing to let you go, but never offering anything more.

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Ever imagine having children with me?

-flash fic-

summary: You want to raise little rascals that look like Sukuna

incl.: Talks of having children with Sukuna, established relationship, actually they are married, reader is implied to be female since um baby, Sukuna in his true form, heian era

pairing/s: Sukuna Ryomen x fem! reader

warning/s: Children talk oOOoOooh scary 

note: I think Sukuna will raise absolute menaces

☆masterlist☆ spin off >> A glimpse of what was

Sukuna Ryomen, a name that instills fear into the hearts of humans and curses alike. A tremendous force of nature never to be trifled with, is similarly revered as a deity by his devoted followers and you.

And yet, here you are idly perched on his lap as he attends to the affairs of his ever-expanding temple.

Your mind wandered off to a thought…it would be a delight to have a child or children, little ones causing their own little mischief and chaos. It would be nice if they resembled Ryomen.

Although, the decision does not solely rest on you; it takes two to tango. 

“Husband,” you call out, your thoughts partially occupied with visions of what your offspring would inherit from both of you. Would they have his hair? His strong four arms?

Sukuna stops for a moment, his head looking down to look at you, curious as to what you were up to now. Well…you’ve always been known to have the most outlandish ideas, one of which being your marriage to him. “Yes, wife?” 

You mindlessly traced the tattoos adorning his chest, your touch evoking a gentle tickle. “Have you ever imagined having children with me?”

His eyes widened, caught off guard by your question. Children? Sukuna never had positive interactions with those, considering his usual exploits consist of pillaging and destroying their very homes, and other atrocities he typically engages in.

His eyes travelled downward to your stomach, currently only occupied by whatever snacks you’ve indulged in before unceremoniously using his lap as your throne. Yet, the idea of your belly swelling with his child sparks a flicker of contemplation within him.

Unconsciously, Sukuna’s hand moves to tenderly caress your squishy belly, lost in thought. A child that would bear your likeness, his most cherished person…he’s not going to lie, it holds a certain appeal to him.

“Ryo? Are you still with me?”

“Hm?” He lifts his head to meet your gaze, those eyes overflowing with boundless affection for him. “As long as they have your eyes…I won't mind.”

“Ehh?! But I want them to have your eyes! Filled with untamed chaos and menace,” you jest, amused by the incredulous face Sukuna made.

“If you so wish…we can have as many as you desire, a blend of yours and mine.” Sukuna suggested. Unable to contain your joy, your grin lights up the room.

“I like it! Oh just imagine the little rascals wreaking havoc around our estate…what a delight,” you almost melt at the mental picture.

Sukuna chuckles, his hand tenderly caressing your smiling face, a mischievous glint in his eye hinting at something inappropriate.

You arched an eyebrow. “You look awfully suspicious, spit it out.”

He laughs as he sees your gaze, manoeuvring your body to rest on his two arms as the others slide to your lower back. “Shall we commence our little projects, hm?”

With a smile, you lean your forehead to his holding onto his neck. “Oh please do, husband~”

Bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, you found yourselves enveloped in a moment of serene closeness. The air crackled with electric anticipation as you tenderly cradled his face, your touch sending shivers down his spine. With a tender inhale, he leaned in closer drawing you into a kiss.

 

word count: 496

[skellseerwriting]

Which Hand?

Harry Hook x GN!Reader Drabble

Word Count: 496

Warnings: Harry is inferred to be taller than reader, Harry is mad, reader loves making Harry mad, romantic tension, unresolved romantic tension, both reader and Harry are a menace, implied relationship, sfw

Summary: Reader decides to tease Harry by taking his father’s hook and going “guess which hand”. Harry decides to play a little differently…

“Guess which hand.”

“Give it back.”

You smiled mischievously.

“I will, if you guess which hand it’s in.”

Harry Hook’s very will and patience was being pulled thin like a frayed rope. That sound you hear in the movies when a rope was slowly snapping in two? You could practically hear it, thread by thread.

Grinning gleefully, you swayed side to side, -hands behind your back- relishing in that look he gave you; like he was going to eat you alive. And all because you happened to snatch his father’s metal hook.

His eyes were wide open, appearing even more so by the thick eyeliner framing them. The muscles in his arms bulged as he clenched and unclenched his hands into fists. Head angled, his jaw was tense, clicking in and out of place. Anger was positively seeping out him. You were through.

And you loved it.

Not quite as much as you loved him, or as he loved you. Still, he never liked it when you played these games with him. No matter what he did, you always managed to get the last laugh in the end.

“What’s wrong, Hooky? Croc got your tongue?” You stuck your own out for added effect.

As quick as a flash, something lit up in Harry’s eyes. Then, they turned dark and full of mischief as his head tilted further.

That can’t be good.

He slinked towards you like a feline predator; eyes never leaving you. His gait was slow and smooth as a sadistic grin grew on his face.

“Uh-“ you began backing away. “How about I just-“ you hit the wall. His pace never changed, leaving you to desperately try and find an exit. “Why don’t we just-“ his hands slammed onto the wallpaper, making you jump. Hunching down towards your face, he lowered his elbows forward; encaging you.

Electricity hummed between the two of your bodies, which were so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him. His face mere fractions from yours was enough to make you sweat from the look he gave you. You shivered, resisting the urge to move your hands from behind your back to place them on him.

You could feel his breath on you, and you subconsciously tilted your chin upwards, craving for him to close the distance. He inched closer, his whole body shifting towards you. It was too warm. Too hot. He was too hot. Him all but touching you was scorching you inside and out.

As he finally brought his lips right up to yours, your eyes fluttered close.

“Croc got yer tongue?” He whispered, hot breath fanning your face. You opened your eyes; completely frozen.

Then, to your greatest displeasure, he peeled away, leaving you with cold, empty, air.

As he turned and walked away with a shiny metal hook waving around in his hand, he called out to you.

“I’ll give you what you want; but you have to play my game first.”

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| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 496 | A follow up to this microfic |

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“We’re not dating,” Barty said definitively.

Adriata blinked. “I’m sorry?” she said.

“Evan and I,” Barty said slowly, “are most definitely not dating.”

“Really?” She sounded absolutely flabbergasted, and Barty could not be more confused.

“Um, yes? I’m not sure where you even got that impression in the first place.”

“You’re literally cuddling in front of a fireplace at one in the morning,” she pointed out. “And that’s a common occurrence. It’s not our fault we all assumed you guys were dating.”

“We?” Barty echoed.

Again, that snort from Regulus. Barty cut him a look, and he immediately went back to reading as if to say, “Don’t involve me in this.”

Barty looked back to Adriata as she stared at him, mouth slightly open. “Yes, we. As in the entire castle, Barty.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, what were we supposed to think?” She exclaimed. “You two smelled each other in Amortentia, you’re always touching in at least one way, and I’m fairly certain that your eyes have turned into hearts by now with how often you look at each other like you’re in love. Assumptions were going to be made, Crouch.”

“Still,” he said skeptically, “that’s a pretty big leap to make.”

Adriata’s mouth fell open and she turned to Regulus, who had given up on pretending to read by this point.

“Is he always like this?” she asked.

Barty looked at him and waited for his reply, feeling relieved to have someone here who was on his side.

Regulus nodded solemnly. “They both are. It’s horrible.”

“Excuse me?” he said again. Were his eyes and ears malfunctioning, or had Reg really just turned on him?

“Barty,” Regulus said, leveling a flat look at him, “I have lived in the same dorm room as you two for six years. Trust me when I say it’s been painful to watch you guys tiptoe around each other.”

“I’m not—I’m not tiptoeing around Evan,” Barty said faintly.

“You are,” Adriata supplied helpfully. Regulus nodded.

A warm puff of air from Evan’s lips caused Barty to look down. The firelight was still casting shadows across his face and his eyelashes fluttered slightly. His parted lips were full and Barty could imagine the exact shade of pink they would be if it were daytime. A curl had fallen across Evan’s face, and Barty brushed it away.

“I don’t like Evan,” he said, but his voice shook slightly.

Another warm exhale. Something fluttered in Barty’s stomach.

“Right,” said Regulus.

The light danced through Evan’s hair.

“I don’t,” Barty insisted, but it was less sure than he’d like it to be.

“Sure,” said Adriata.

Evan’s hand tightened in Barty’s shirt, and the flutter in his stomach turned into the flapping of a thousand wings.

And oh.

Maybe he did like Evan. Maybe he had liked Evan for a while now, even.

“I like Evan?” Barty tried to say, but it came out more as a question.

“Yes,” Adriata stressed as Reg muttered, “Finally.”

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[allisluv]

hihi !! i was the one who requested 5+13 with derek,, it was from the first prompt !! <33

flufftober -- day four

three little words -- d.m

pairing: derek morgan x fem!bau!reader

prompts: "is it too early to say i love you? because i do. i love you so much." "aw, i love you too. so much." and random kisses on lip/hand/ neck (i slightly changed the wording of prompt one!)

trigger warnings: being anxious, first i love yous, other than that just pure fluff :)

word count: 496

being a woman in the fbi is an accomplishment in itself, but maintaining respect from your peers proves a lot harder. it's not that the people in the bau are unfriendly-- quite the opposite, actually-- but if they found out you were dating derek morgan, you were afraid they would see you as nothing but his girlfriend.

derek wasn't fussed that you chose to keep the two of you a secret. he was a private man himself, and he knew how hard you had worked to get to a stage like this in your career. besides, it was only early days and he wanted to see where things went before announcing it to the entire team.

it's a struggle to keep your relationship quiet when all you want to do is pepper dereks stupidly handsome face with kisses whenever he so much as smiles in your direction. thankfully, you control your urges until you're nuzzled under his arm in his apartment.

you're four months into your relationship with derek when you accidentally let the cat out of the bag. after another one of his warm, home-cooked meals, you settle yourself on derek's sofa, legs curled underneath you as you flick through the tv channels.

he insisted on doing the dishes himself, and almost popped a blood vessel when you suggested otherwise. you're stubborn, but when you opened your mouth to protest, he kissed you on the forehead and that shut you up fairly quickly.

eventually, the sound of pots and pans clinking off each other fades to nothing, and derek saunters into the living room. he sits on the opposite end of the sofa and opens his arms, to which you oblige by crawling towards him and resting your head on his chest.

his fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on the bare skin of your arms, and you try not to laugh. "what?" he asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

"that tickles," you laugh, blinking up at him through your thick lashes. derek lifts his shoulders up into a shrug, and goes back to circling your forearm. you roll your eyes, and before you can even think about the consequences of what you're about to say, the words "i love you," slip past your lips.

his fingers still. "what'd you say, honey?"

you silently curse yourself for having a big mouth. "i said i love you." well, might as well commit to it now. "is it too early to say that? 'cause i do. i love you, like, a stupid amount."

derek's chest vibrates as he laughs. "it might be too soon." your heart plummets. "but it doesn't really matter, though, because i love you too." he bends down and presses a kiss to your lips. you melt into his touch. "so," he drawls out the word. "what do you think about telling the team next?"

you chuckle. "i reckon we won't be telling them anything they don't already know, but sure thing."

[paranoiastudio]

Modern!Aemond [headcanon's]

pairing: Modern!Aemond x f!reader

warnings: mentions of sex, no details

word count: 496

English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes.

SFW

Aemond loves your difference in walking speed. He often overtakes you and then reaches out his hand, squeezing your tiny fingers.

Aemond loves to watch you sleep. If you suddenly fall asleep in the car, he always picks you up and carries you to bed, trying not to disturb your sleep.

Aemond carries your textbooks. You take one course in history and literature, and you often have common classes.

Aemond loves to shower with you. Even if you wake up earlier, he is always there and fills most of the shower stall with his strong body.

Aemond gives you flowers every monday. You hate this day of the week and your sweet guy is trying to cheer you up.

Aemond introduced you to his family. He is pleased that you got along with his mother (this is very important to him). You even found a common language with Aegon, which is usually not so easy.

Aemond isn't afraid to show you his scar. You have been together for quite a long time and he is confident in you and your love.

Aemond loves watching you play with Vhagar. The old dog accepted you, although not right away. You managed to conquer him with affection and treats.

Aemond takes you to museums, you take him to the theater all the time. He loves spending time with you and your green dresses, in which you look great.

Aemond is sure that you will be together forever. You have been together for almost three years, he is sure that when he proposes to you, you will not reject him.

NSFW

Aemond was your first boyfriend and taught you how to please yourself and him.

Aemond loves the cowgirl position, he can see your face, watch your breasts bounce and squeeze your curvaceous thighs while picking up the pace.

Aemond also loves it when you are underneath him. You can't even accept it completely, he too big for you. This sight makes him ecstatic.

Aemond loves to eat your pussy. In bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen or in the car, he doesn’t care whether they see you, the most important thing is the pleasure of his baby.

Aemond doesn't tell you, but he likes it when you call him "my prince." These words awaken something dark and lustful in him.

Aemond is not afraid of your pregnancy and you do not use condoms. You take pills because you think you’re not ready for motherhood yet, he accepts your choice.

Aemond didn't tell anyone, but one day you fucked with him in his father's office. It was an accident, but you both remember how he fucked you on the couch.

Aemond keeps several photos of you in your underwear in his closet. You made them together last Christmas and then had sex in front of the fireplace.

Aemond loves to cum inside you, but he always goes along with you when you ask him to cum on your face.

Aemond dreams of filming your sex, but has not yet found the courage to ask for it.

[t0yac1d]

Addiction (C.Grimes x GN!Reader)

Summary: You're so addicted to Carl. You love the way he looks, smells, talks and walk. You also love how good he feels inside of your mouth and how he fills your throat up.

Warnings: Smut, blow job, slight face fucking/throat fucking

Word Count: 496

"We'll be back, okay? If anything, just drive back home." Rick said, him and Michonne stepping out of the car to head into the first of many stores. "Got it, but be safe dad, Michonne."

Rick and Michonne smiled as they walked off and into the store. Walking out of our sight.

You looked at Carl and ran your fingers through his hair, trailing them down his body and to his jeans. Fingers gently grazing over his the jean's crotch area. "What are you doing?"

"Nothin'.." you smiled, feeling his cock grow hard. You unbuckled and unbuttoned his jeans. Pushing the pants and his boxers low enough for his cock to spring out. You loved giving him blow jobs, the feeling of him just sliding down your throat makes you feel so good. You crave him. Just addicted.

You moved around in your seat, getting into a position where you could give him the best head that he oh, so deserves. "Right now?! They could come out and see us!"

"So? I'll be quick. I promise."

You licked up his shaft, sucking on his pretty tip and swirling your tongue around. Swallowing the precum and slowly jerking him off.

"You said you'd be quick- shit,"

You took him whole.

His cock fit perfectly in your throat, just the way you always liked. You bobbed your head up and down, drool pooling at the base of his dick and smearing around your lips and chin. Carl's head flew back and rested against the headrest. His hand found its way to the back of your neck and up to your head.

He pushed your head down, making his own pace as his hips bucked and thrusted upwards. Your tongue glided against the bottom of his cock, giving him shivers throughout his body. "Stay ha stay still.."

You listened, looking up at him as he fucked up into your throat. Carl looked so pretty, face red and relaxed, jaw slacked and moans spilling from his lips every so often.

He pushed your head down, further on his cock. You moaned around him, feeling his cock twitch.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum.." he whined, hips bucking feverishly as he held your head down.

Not even a second later he came, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. His hand on your head relaxed. You continued sucking on his cock, milking him, making sure your mouth was completely filled with all of his cum.

You swallowed his seed and put his cock back in his boxers and cleaned him up so it looks like nothing happened. You sat back up in your seat fixing yourself and wiping your face of any remains.

"Just so you know, I'm gonna give you another one when we get back to Alexandria."

"Again? Why?" He panted, "I like the way you taste." you smiled, laughing as Rick and Michonne hopped back in the car, completely unaware of the events that just unfolded in the car.

[chloe-skywalker]

Cuddles - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 496

Summary: Prompt “You came to my room at 4am to cuddle.”

Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

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Ever since Bucky had come and joined the Avengers Y/n had been there for him. It had been surprisingly easy for Bucky to trust Y/n. He didn’t know her but for some reason he felt he could trust her with his life and freedom.

The two became extremely close. They both talked about their problems and nightmares. Bucky from his time as a HYDRA experiment and all the horrific things they made him do. For Y/n it was her past, her life before joining the Avengers. They could understand each other in ways the others couldn’t.

Normally when one of them had a nightmare or couldn’t sleep they seeked out the other. 

Tonight Bucky had fallen asleep somewhat early but had been woken by a pericutally bad nightmare. He couldn’t get back to sleep. At least not on his own.

Y/n was laying in bed watching t.v. she had been trying to sleep since she went to bed, but something just felt off. Then suddenly there was a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in.”

Bucky entered with her permission, once in her room Bucky saw y/n laying on her bed under the covers. “Hey, you're still up?”

Y/n smirked sitting up a little. “You know I could ask you the same.”

“I asked first.” Bucky smiled teasingly.

“Can’t sleep. I don’t know why, something just feels off.” Y/n shrugged, not really knowing the answer herself. But she felt more relaxed now that Bucky was so close in distance. “What about you?”

Bucky shrugged back, avoiding eye contact. “Same olds, you know.”

“Come here.” Y/n patted the bed side next to her, pulling back the covers. Y/n felt for him, she knew how he was feeling and going through. “You're sleeping here tonight.”

Bucky walked over to her bed after shutting the bedroom door. Bucky took off his hoes and climbed into bed. Y/n cuddled up into him, hugging her super soldier tight.

Bucky chuckled, feeling her tight hold. “You gonna keep me hostage in your bed, doll?”

“You came to my room at 4am to cuddle.” Y/n smiled teasing him. Even though there was a lot of truth in her teasing. Cuddling up with y/n wasn’t just nice but he didn’t seem to have nightmares when they slept in the same bed. If they were touching boths, anxiety seemed to wash away.

“That's how you see it?” he asked playfully, wrapping his arms around her as well.

“Yes.” She nodded, smiling at him from her spot tucked into his side.

Bucky smiled widely, tightening his arms around her, as if that was possible. “That's fine with me, doll.”

“Good cause you're not leaving.” Y/n snuggled into his side, arms around his torso ready to finally get some good sleep. Now with Bucky by her side.

“No place I’d rather be.” Bucky whispered before kissing her head and he went to sleep.

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@gruffle1 @padawancat97

[sophswritingthings]

pairing: modern au!mizu x fem!nurses assistant!reader

warning(s): light swearing, your boyfriend is an absolute shitbag but it’s okay mizu’s here <3

a/n: mizu is better than your boyfriend

word count: 496 words / 2,685 characters 

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“(y/n),” mizu glanced at you. you cocked your head between bites of your good, “why are you still dating him?”

your a bit stunned at her question. what a question it was.

“well, I—“ you couldn’t think of the words.

you actually didn’t have an answer. there was no probable reason for you his stay with him.

“I don’t know,” you finally managed to say, the words quiet.

“then.. why don’t you just—“ she couldn’t believe she even bringing this up to you, “leave him?”

you glanced at her for a minute, before sighing and gazing at the grass below you. 

“you’re probably right,” you murmur. “but staying with him is all I have.”

her body burned with anger at your words—all you had? when she was sitting right here.

she didn’t want to argue you—especially considering it would expose her in the process.

“.. right,” she muttered. “but you deserve to be happy.”

you leaned to rest your head on her shoulder, “I know.”

she twitched at the action, but she didn’t tell you to move. you stayed there, so comfortable you’d almost fall asleep.

until your boyfriend came to pick you up, that was.

you bid her goodbye with a smile, sliding into the passengers seat beside him. 

she sighed, getting to her feet and heading to her own car. she couldn’t bare to see you caring about some douchebag of a guy.

she watched with hawk like precision, as you talked with the guy she so hated.

she was sitting by herself, in the cafe—she usually did, seeing as ever since you got with that asshole you sat with and his shitty friends. she knew she could treat you much better than he could, by a long shot.

yet…

the conversation didn’t seem to be going very well.

your face scrunched up in frustration, your eyebrows furrowed.

“I can’t believe this shit! again?” you yelp above all of the noise, “you cheated on me. with her. again! you know what?” you scoffed, shaking your head and grabbing your things.

“I’m done,” you hissed, flipping him off as you walked toward her table. you sighed as you sat, “I’m not even surprised.”

“.. me either,” she whispered. she didn’t want to make it sound like you were stupid—you weren’t. when it came to choices of partners..

.. maybe a little.

she decided to just go for it. she didn’t mean to jump on you the minute you broke up with your boyfriend—but she did want to make you feel better.

“you deserve to be treated better,” she wraps an arm around your shoulders, tugging your body into hers.

“.. I do,” you whispered.

“I could do that for you,” she replied, trying to sound as confident as possible as she said the words.

“.. oh.” you adverted your eyes, “h-how so?” your eyes locked onto hers.

“come on,” she slowly got up from the table, swinging her keys around her fingers, “I’ll show you.”

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a/n: two song rec’s for this one: first of all, boyfriend by dove cameron of course. and second, better than your boyfriend by lauren sanderson (actually that whole ep is so mizu, I’ll just link that)

@toobytub here ya go <3

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 6 - prompt 6: Suspence [word count 496]

Sirius was the best at his job. Always had been. People loved to argue that James was actually better because he had climbed the ladder of military grades faster, but that wasn’t the point. James wasn’t better, he was just less inclined to tell his commanding officer to get fucked if the orders were clearly wrong. Not that Sirius did that anymore, at least not since James was his commanding officer. And anyway he was way more at ease where he was now, hidden in the expensive draperies reaching the ceiling of the Versailles palace room where the official dinner was taking place, rather than where James was, stony and rigid right behind his little brother’s chair at the top of the table.

When Sirius had started the Academy and naturally drifted towards firearms and what he now called ‘the sniper’s art’ he had been estranged from Regulus and only vaguely knew his brother was starting out in politics with the financial backing of their family. But they had both reached the peak of their respective careers at the same time, with Sirius being chosen as a part of the President’s Secret Service along with James, and Regulus… Well, Regulus being said President.

Sirius looked down at all those politicians, holding the future of the world in their hands, now squabbling over how to properly eat escargots. He shook his head and stopped midway when a movement out of the corner of his eye made him freeze. His jaw tensed as he focused on a nearby drape, a man hidden in it much like himself. Except Sirius knew this man was not part of the Secret Service protecting the palace of Versailles that night. His fingers flexed on the rifle he was holding, his brain rushing through the million scenarios he had studied for similar situations. Still, the questions remained: how had this man gotten inside? Why was he there? And what was he doing?

As if he had heard him, the man slightly turned his head, and Sirius found himself looking directly at hazel eyes and a crooked smile. The part of his brain not busy rehearsing scenarios noted that that man, whoever he was, was really, really attractive. The man winked at Sirius and readjusted his rifle on his shoulder, turning his attention to the room below. Sirius followed his movement and his heart stopped when he saw that the stranger’s rifle was pointed precisely at Regulus’s head. Without even thinking, he moved silently, arming his own rifle and pointing it straight at the stranger’s head. The man turned once again in his direction and smirked.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, the whisper carrying easily to where Sirius was.

“You’re threatening the President,” Sirius replied. “Why wouldn’t I?”

The smirk didn’t move from the stranger’s face.

“You know why,” he said.

And for the first time in his whole career, Sirius’s finger hesitated on the trigger.

[cemeteryspider]

Come Over Again

Jason Todd/Robin! x Reader (Flashback), Jason Todd/Red Hood! x Reader

Summary: You think about a different time despite feeling Deja Vu in the moment.

Trigger Warning: Violence and Blood

Word Count: 496

Sleepily I roll over to hear the tapping at my fire escapes window. I know exactly who it is but he always insists I let him in no matter if the window is unlocked.

Silently I walk to the window and open it for him.

"You know you should lock your window, Sweetheart, you never know what will come though"

"The worst thing that has ever come through my window is you, Darling"

Under the helmet I could tell he was smirking. I just went into my bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. Like always he shrugged off his jacket and showed me the wound I could see bleeding a mile away.

"Take your shirt off babe"

"Woah take me out to dinner first"

I rolled my eyes, this was the same song and dance that happened a few times a month.

However this time it brings back stark memories of our adolescence shining through as a patch him up.

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A couple quiet taps on my window woke me up from a deep sleep.

Groggily I made my way over to the window and saw none other than Jason Todd in his Robin costume barely keeping himself up on my windowsill.

Quickly and quietly I unlocked the window and shoved in open. He practically fell into my arms. His eye had a black ring around it, his lip was split, and his nose was bleeding.

"Hey, gorgeous"

"Jason! What happened?" You whisper-yelled at him but he just held me a little closer.

"Oh nothing, just a little fight, you should see the other guy babe"

You rolled your eyes and sat him on your bed. Stealthily you left your room and got ice from the kitchen and bandages from the bathroom. Your parents are still fast asleep in their room.

The door clicked softly behind you and carefully you pressed the ice to his eye and put a little butterfly bandage on his lip. You pressed a few tissues to his still bleeding nose and sighed.

"Is there anything else I should know about Todd?" You grabbed the hem of his shirt and exposed his stomach ever so slightly.

"Hey! Take a guy to dinner first" He laughed and swatted your worried hands away. You smiled and sat down next to him resting you head on his shoulder.

Once you both felt satisfied with his care you both laid down. He wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled on his chest.

~~~

Despite years of having no contact because to you he had died. The routine still stood firm, even if you had to yell at him a few times before things could be slightly normal between the two of you.

Still you patiently stitched the wound with the utmost care. Disinfecting the needle and wound with rubbing alcohol. Bandaging it with the softest most effective gauze on the market. Even placing a kiss onto the bandage once you were done. 

[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

@jegulus-microfic, June 12th - Challenge, G, Word Count - 496

"Is that a cat?” Peter asks a big smile on his face as him Sirius and Remus walk into their dorm room.

Today was very overwhelming for Regulus. All he wants to do now is cuddle up with his boyfriend and sleep off the day. Though that would be mainly impossible to accomplish without exposing their relationship. So, Regulus decided the best course of action for him to escape from his friends and spend time with his boyfriend would be to shift to his animagus for his visit.

James sits up on his bed after hearing the three of them enter. He faces his friends and watches them enter the dorm, then looks back down to where a silky black cat was curled against his side.

"Uh, yeah." James curses himself internally for sounding so stupid. Duh it was a cat.

Sirius walks closer, "Where did it come from?"

"He uh, came in through the window." James clears his throat and looks down to the cat again. From the way the cat was looking at him, he could tell Regulus was not impressed with his lie. James wasn't either but there was nothing he could do now.

"James, did you just say the window?" Remus asks, looking utterly confused. "Quite the challenge to get from the ground to the top of Gryffindor tower."

"Good climber, I guess."

Ignoring James’ horrible lie, Sirius walks to the foot of James’ bed and reaches out his arms for the cat. “What a cutie. Does he have a name?”

The cat slowly prowls over to Sirius’ outstretched arms. Stepping on James’ leg and digging his claws in a little, a purposeful move. Trying to subtly tell him how annoyed he was.

He winces a little before answering, “Um. No, no name yet.” James watches as the cat jumps up into Sirius’ arms and Sirius cradles the cat.

“Downright shame. What do you think we should name him moony?” Sirius looks around for the other boy. He must have moved closer when Sirius did because he’s right beside him now.

“I don’t know. Peter? Do you have an idea?”

From his own bed, Peter pipes up. “A name for a black cat…? Lemme think. Something cute or scary?”

“Look at this guy,” Sirius raises the cat up into Peter’s face. “He needs something cute.”

“Alright, alright.” Peter surveys the cat for a little longer. “Blackberry?”

“And he does it again!!” Sirius roars, wiggling the cat in his arms. “Blackberry, Blackberry!”

James holds in his laughter. He can tell Regulus hates this, but he plays the cat part really well. Especially when he jumps out of Sirius’ arms and makes his way back into bed with James, curling up in his cat form on his lap.

“I think Blackberry likes you James,” Remus comments, coming to sit on James’ bed, reaching over and petting the creature.

“I think he does too.” James smiles, pulling the feline up to lay against his chest.

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Hotch’s Daughter

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Fem!reader Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!reader

Warnings: illusions to sex, fluff, Emily being a flirt for Hotch’s daughter

Word count: 496

"Hey sugar" a blonde smiled taking the stool beside you as she hung her purse on the hook under the bar "Well hello hot stuff" you laughed tipsily. "All by yourself?" she asked ordering another drink "Wouldn't you like to know?" you teased leaning in with a soft smirk.

That night you learned of the great Penelope Garcia and the mastery of her skilled tongue as you writhed in her bedsheets, hands unsure whether to tangle in her hair or grip the sheets.

"Mhmm...Baby" you moaned against her lips one morning "You've got work" you reminded as she rolled on top of you, trapping you between her arms. "I know" she smirked giving you another deep kiss before trailing her lips down your jaw and under your ear.

You whined as she stood up to get dressed "Really?" you yelled sitting up in bed "Yes really, are you free for lunch?" she asked as she slipped on her dress. "Raincheck?" you asked biting your lip "I promised my dad lunch today and I told him that I had exciting news. I haven't seen him since I came to town".

"Sugar!" she gasped adjusting her breasts in her dress "We've been dating three months and you still haven't seen your dad?" taking a seat on the bed. "I- I've been busy" you shrugged "Plus he's very work" flicking your hands out "Orientated? he's just always busy with work and his new kid".

You walked into the building head up "Good morning me" a raven-haired woman smirked as a few Morgan hollered, rolling your eyes as you walked to your father's office door. "Hotch finally getting some?" Morgan smirked as Emily whined at his statement "She's into girls" Rossi laughed walking past.

It wasn't long before you were walking back out waiting for your dad to gather his things, Emily taking this time to flirt with you "Y'know if Hotch here doesn't meet your standards you can always give me a call" she smirked.

"Oh. um- he's my dad" You laughed nervously "and I'm-" You were interrupted by the clacker of heels running towards you "Sugar?!" Penelope laughed confused. Pressing a kiss to your lips softly "Go baby girl" Morgan laughed "I thought you were meeting your dad for lunch?" she asked "I am, Baby. I didn't know you worked here" kissing her again.

"Y/n/n?" Aaron asked walking into the pit "Ready to go?" you nodded anxiously  "You've got a little lipstick smudge" he pointed out "Oh. my. god" JJ laughed "What?" he asked confused. "Daddy, remember my news" you whispered "Yeah?" looking down at you "Surprise?" you laughed grabbing Penelope's hand.

"What?" he asked "That's Penelope Y/n/n?" confused as to what you meant "P-Penelope's dating Hotch's daughter a-and E-Emily just tried flirting with her a-and Morgan h-hollered" JJ wheezed. "So lunch?" you laughed "Call it team bonding?" you asked with raised eyebrows "I-" he started "We can't help that you have good genetics" Emily smirked.

"My daughter?"

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Summary: anon drabble request- '51, 55, and 68 with Dom Seonghwa'

51 - "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" || 55 - "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now." || 68 - "You know I don't like to be teased."

Pairing: Seonghwa x afab!reader Genres/tropes: smut, drabble, non-idol!AU, soft-dom!Seonghwa Word Count: 496 Warnings: pet names (babe, baby, baby girl), begging, thigh-riding, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation

Hearing the keypad beep, you quickly fix your clothes and jump up to greet your boyfriend. He kisses your forehead but nudges you to look at him and gives you a look of suspicion.

"You're flushed, baby. Are you feeling alright?"

"Mhm. Happy you're home." You gleam.

"Hm… Something's off." He gives you a once-over and notices your lack of pants, prompting, "No comfy bottoms? Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"

Avoiding the question he wants answered, you reply, "The shorts I was wearing ended up bugging me, so I took them off."

"Babe," he scolds, emphasizing the nickname to urge you to respond properly.

Worried about the potential punishments for hiding the truth, you shyly reveal, "I did… But it wasn't much, I promise! I wanted to wait for you, Hwa, but I was really needy."

Strict and to the point, he asks, "Did you cum?"

"…Yes."

With a sign, he walks past you as he unbuttons his shirt. You follow closely behind, watching him sit with legs spread wide on the couch. As he pats his thigh, you take your seat without question. He commands you to move, so you slowly rub yourself back and forth against his flexed thigh. Staying quiet and awaiting further instruction, you bite your lip and avoid returning his gaze.

After a long five minutes, you begin your whining, "Can we do more, please? You know I don't like being teased, especially for this long. Seonghwa, please. I need you."

With a laugh, he rejects your pleas, "And you know I don't like it when you cum without me, but you did it anyway. You aren't supposed to like it, baby girl; it's punishment."

"I'm sorry, Hwa. I'll be good now, I swear. Just please- I need you. It feels better when you do it."

"And that's exactly why you should wait for me. I don't know if I should give you what you want when you're being such a brat today."

As your begs continue, his smile grows. Like a light switching on in an instant, the smile tilts into a smirk as an idea comes to mind.

"Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now? Let's see just how much you need me."

Guiding you off his now-soaked leg, he kneels down on the floor in front of you, forcing your legs open wide. He moves your panties to the side and traces your dripping folds slowly with two of his fingers. Bringing them back to his mouth after gathering your slick, his eyes slowly shut as he sucks, savoring your taste.

"It's going to be a long night, baby." He utters one final line before burying his face into your heat.

And it was one threat of a line if anything, because you find yourself counting out 17 orgasms onto his tongue before he decides that you've been through enough.