#(just did quick chicken peck style one finger typing)

[medicinemane]

Sometimes it's like... is this person just... a very slow typist... or are they really choosing their words and adding and deleting a bunch of stuff

(this is obviously about seeing people respond on discord and then seeing the message they typed compared to when they started typing it)

[dazz-linglight]

INCEPTION

Pairing: Werewolf!San x Werewolf!Reader

(should I make this a series?)

Genre: AU Fluff/Smut

Every werewolf knew that when they completed 18 they were ready to find their respective mates. Mates are made for each other, chosen by the Moon to be their permanent love. San was already 21 and had yet to find his and thinks about her everyday, asking the goddess to bring his mate soon and his wish was finally granted on his first day of the second year in college. He was just walking in when a sudden new scent caught him off guard. A strong, sweet and powerful scent in its ability to tug at something deep and primal within him giving urges he had never truly felt until this moment.

You were walking through the campus with a friend when he got hit by the strong scent of cinnamon and coffee coming from you, making him dizzy and euphoric, his heart beating faster and even faster when your eyes met his. He couldn't contain the big smile that occupied his lips, instantly being full of love while you went through the same, falling hard for him and leaving your friend to follow the path until the two of you were just centimeters apart. His scent of honey embraced you all over when he reached to touch your face, wanting to know if you were real or if he was dreaming again.

"My Luna.." When you smiled at the nickname he wanted nothing more than to kiss you and he did exactly that, smooching your cheeks first and then going to your lips, hugging you by the waist while you brought him closer by the shoulders, getting on the tip of your toes to match his height. You separate after a minute to recover the air, keeping close to each other.

"Choi San." He finally presented himself.

"Ah.. I'm ________" You said laughing softly until remembering where you were. "Oh, I have to go to class! Here, give me your number.." You took out your phone and gave it to him, he immediately typed the number and saved it as My Sannie ❤️, soon giving it back to you.

"Can I take you there?" He asked biting his lower lip.

"No, you have class too, I don't want to make you get late. We can get lunch together?"

"Yes! Okay, then you better go, then I can see you sooner." He said pulling your hand to his lips, leaving a cute kiss on your skin and then letting you go.

"See you soon, San!" You said waving at him and going back to your friend, also a werewolf, who was closer watching the whole thing. The two of you went to into the Business building, telling her everything you felt finding your mate.

|••••••••••••••••••••|

During class, San had saved your contact as My Mate ❤️ and sent messages to you, starting a game of questions to get to know you better and you got to know about him too, going back and forth with preferences, dislikes, food, family and friends and so on. At the end of classes, San told his friends and the alpha that he finally found his mate and they were happy for him, a few of them already found their mates and some of them not. On their way out of the campus, San kept looking around trying to find you but you found him first, coming from behind and covering his eyes and he smiled turning around to see you.

"Guys, this is my mate, _____." He said looking at his brothers proudly then back at you, burying his face on your neck to rub his scent on you and you waved at them.

"Hi.." You stand on his side to get a better look at his brothers, still holding San's hand and one of them laughed at San who hasn't stopped looking at you with his gold eyes.

"This is our Alpha Hongjoong, the taller ones are Yunho and Mingi, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Wooyoung and our youngest Jongho." The one who laughed was Wooyoung.

"It's funny to see hyung so whipped." Wooyoung was one of the the boys that didn't meet his mate yet, so he found funny how mates seemed hypnotized by each other.

"I bet you will be worse when you meet your mate, Wooyoung." Hongjoong said laughing at the thought, knowing Wooyoung was already clingy with the members of the pack and everybody agreed. You were happy to see that everyone in San's pack had a light spirit and good sense of humor.

"Well, let's eat? I'm starving." The youngest said between them.

"Chicken!" Yeosang smelled chicken from afar and started walking in front of them. San squeezed your hand and led you inside the restaurant.

|•••••••••••••••|

Finishing lunch you pulled at the hem of San's shirt to get his attention and he immediately looked at you, passing a hand on your shoulder and bringing you to peck your cheek.

"San, will you come home with me?" You asked him quietly, wanting to have time alone with your new found mate, which quickly accepted.

"Guys, we'll be going first." San told them already getting up from his seat and pulling your bag on his shoulder, you following after saying your byes.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Yunho said before you two were far, receiving a slap from Hongjoong and making the others snicker.

San drove you to the other side of the city where your pack belong, holding your hand while you guided him. Your fellow friends were surprised to see you with company, but were quick noticed it was your mate by the way he held you and the cute smile on your faces. Getting inside the house, the two of you left shoes and bags at the door while your inner wolf was screaming for you to pounce on him.

"We have the next 3 or 4 hours to ourselves before the girls come back.. I want to confess something before we go to my room." You said nervously picking on your fingers and San frowned, petting your hair to try and calm you down.

"You can tell me anything, baby" You lay your hands on his chest looking up to his brown eyes.

"I have plushies in my bed.." You broke eye contact to look at his broad shoulders not for long until he held your chin up to look at him again.

"No need to be ashamed for that. Wanna know why?" You nodded at his questions and he brought his face closer to your neck, whispering the next words.

"I have plushies too." He smiled looking back at your surprised face.

"Really?"

"Really, I'll show them to you anytime or even bring them here so they can be friends." He showed his dimples and you smiled too, touching his cheeks with the tip of your fingers, happy to be surrounded by his warmth.

"I'm so glad that you're here.."

"Me too, I've been waiting for so long to find you." He rested his forehead on yours and closed his eyes.

"Please mark me.." You voiced your desire before being able to control your words, your inner wolf excited to finally get into action while San's wolf was also happy to oblige to his instincts, bringing you up to wrap your legs on his waist and followed your scent around the house to find your room. He placed you down in the middle of your bed and you pulled him for a heavy kiss, trying to cease any little distance and soon San was leaning down to kiss and bite your neck, all the clothes coming off one by one until you were both naked and exposed.

"You look so perfect, love.." San kissed down your throat, collarbones, chest and everywhere he could till reaching your core, inhaling your arousal and held your thighs apart, connecting his lips onto you. Every bit of self control he had until now we're thrown out the window as he eats you out, driven by your wetness, moans and the way you pulled on his hair so deliciously. His tongue moved fast and strong, giving you waves of pleasure and he felt delighted for making you feel good. You were almost there and tapped on his shoulder, making him look up.

"San please.. I want to cum with you.." Your legs twitched and he stopped, sitting up and lifted a hand to clean his lips, licking the wetness on his fingers at the same time he stroked his hard on, getting closer to you once more and positioning you in dog style and making himself comfortable behind you on your center. He pushed in slowly to not hurt you and when he finally got it in you listened to the deep growl coming from his chest as he bottomed out and soon his pace speeding up gradually, making you get louder and louder.

"Can I?" He whispered nuzzling under your ear and you knew he was talking about the mark, wanting to hear you say it again.

"Yes, make me yours." He let out a low groan, brushing your hair out of the way and planting his fangs in the space between your shoulder and neck, creating the mark only mates could to seal the bond. It gave you both a rush of adrenaline and happiness that caused you goosebumps, your scents getting mixed in the air, sharing the warmth and fondness of each other and it made you cum faster, squirming under his hold for a few seconds as he continued to thrust in and out until he reached his own climax, knotting you and having the two of you stuck together for the next minutes.Soon he laid you down in a spoon position and pulled you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"This is the best day of my life." He giggled a little breathless, his chest shaking against your back you smile at the feeling, scooting impossibly closer to him.

"I can't believe you're real."

"I'm very real." He squeezed your hip and you hide your face on your pillow with a laugh.

"Do you to go for a run later?" You asked curious to see his wolf form.

"Oh yeah, I bet you're the prettiest wolf ever."

"I bet it's you." You bicker playfully and San covers your face in kisses, tickling your sides.

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 61 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet opened up, Alaska chickened out, and Courtney finally had her date with Bianca.

This Chapter: Trixie widens his search for Aiden’s replacement, and Courtney gets a taste of the good life.

***

Courtney doodled absentmindedly on her notepad during Miss Fame’s Monday conference call. She was getting an update from the company that ran her European stores, and discussing the upcoming marketing plan with Alyssa. Courtney knew that she was only there in case Miss Fame wanted to add anyone to the line; since Ivy and Laganja were both on the call, she didn’t really need to be paying attention. She probably should’ve been anyway, but this was a case where a little negligence would be forgiven.

Which was good, because she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering, daydreaming about how wonderful the weekend had been with Bianca. Adore had come over on Sunday for dinner, after which Courtney almost went home, but Bianca pulled her in for an embrace and insisted that she stay another night. When she’d worried about not having any appropriate work clothes, Bianca promised to find her something from her own closet, even excited at the notion of styling her for the office.

At first, Courtney was a bit concerned about whether the thigh-high black boots were too hookerish, but Bianca was adamant that they were fashion - and she should know, right? At least her luxurious knit dress was in Fame’s approved color palette, so she was pretty sure she wouldn’t get scolded like the time she dared to wear a lime green top.

She looked down at her notebook, realizing that it was absolutely covered in hearts, and quickly flipped the page, embarrassed.

She clicked on her mouse, waking up the computer to check her emails. If she was gonna space out, she may as well make at least a halfhearted attempt at productivity. She saw that there were a few unread DMs and clicked on the window.

ROXY: Package here for you

ROXY: A big-ass box from Neiman Marcus

ROXY: From the Marie Claire messenger again

ROXY: You gonna tell me who you’re dating over there now?

COURTNEY: LOL, sorry. It’s brand new, I don’t think we’re ready to go public

ROXY: Bitch it’s just me, I can keep a secret

COURTNEY: Since when?????

ROXY: Since always!!

COURTNEY: On Friday, you told me that Jaida is getting IVF and Alyssa’s son is in rehab again

ROXY: Yeah and yet you tell me NOTHING

COURTNEY: LOL. Okay well when we’re telling people, I’ll tell you first. Deal?

ROXY: WHATEVER

*

ROXY: Another major delivery came for Fame’s asst from MC today

SHANNEL: OMG. BDR just came into Nina’s office in the weirdest mood. She was all smiley and she approved this dumb spread that Nina’s been pitching for 3 months.

ROXY: 21 year old pussy is good for the soul

SHANNEL: APPARENTLY

*

The second she could get up, Courtney raced to reception to grab the package, wondering what it could be. They’d put together a bunch of outfits with the stylist this weekend, most of which were still at Bianca’s--except for her ensemble for the party tomorrow, which was hanging in a garment bag on the coat rack, partially covered by Courtney’s jacket so as not to be too conspicuous.

When Roxy said “a big-ass box,” she wasn’t lying. Courtney’s eyes widened as she spotted the box, quickly taking it back to her own office, peeking inside while Fame was occupied with Raja. She pulled out the note first.

Stay warm. XX, B PS Don’t worry, the fur is faux

Extra curious now, Courtney reached into the box, lifting the tissue paper to see what was inside and finally just pulling it out--a beautiful, full-length, raspberry-colored winter coat with a fur-trimmed hood. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as the utter extravagance of it all.

COURTNEY: OMG Bianca!

BIANCA: Do you like it?

COURTNEY: It’s beautiful! But it’s way too much. You’re spoiling me.

BIANCA: Get used to it ;)

Courtney smiled to herself, hiding the box under the table and standing to try on the coat, positively glowing with happiness. She glanced at herself in the mirror that Fame kept by the door for “last looks,” and saw that it fit her perfectly, even across her narrow shoulders, almost as if it was tailored to her body. Which...now that she thought about it, the stylist on Saturday had taken her measurements, so maybe it was.

Just then, the door to Fame’s office opened and Raja stepped out. Courtney whirled around, a guilty expression on her face.

“Oh are...are you done? I was, um...just going to get Miss Fame another coffee.”

“Yeah, we’re done for now, you should probably stick around. Nice coat,” Raja said, brushing past her on her way out. “I’ll be back at 2 to finish. Make sure she’s fed.”

“Okay, thank-” Courtney began, finishing with “-you,” just as Raja breezed from the room.

Courtney slowly removed her new coat, hanging it carefully on the rack before heading into Miss Fame’s office to ask what she wanted for lunch.

***

Bob closed the door to Trixie’s office behind him, making a beeline towards the coffee machine. It was mid afternoon, and while there still was a bit of a home stretch to go before the holiday break, the tough decisions ahead were out of his hands.

“All I’m saying Chachki,” Jovan smiled, the man leaning against the wall. He was wearing orange trumpet pants and a blue fuzzy sweater. “Is that I can totally bedazzle your crutches.”

“What an amazing offer,” Violet drawled, her tone completely dry.

“Hey guys!” Bob grinned, sliding in next to Maxwell, his boyfriend handing the cup he had just poured. “What are we talking about?”

“The Christmas Party,” Maxwell smiled, looking up at Bob who gave him a quick peck. He was wearing a pink shirt, the cotton stretched across his chest, the khakis he wore all year looking delicious on his pert little ass.

“Right!” Bob took a sip. The Galactica Christmas Party was one of the biggest fashion events in December, Miss Fame always going all out. Bob had heard rumors around town that there’d be gigantic ice sculptures, but Roxy had told him she had seen order confirmations for a forest of Christmas trees.

Some called him and Roxy the office gossip sluts, and if the name fit, Bob wasn’t going to complain.

“I haven’t decided what I’m wearing yet.” Violet was sitting on a chair, her curled hair fastened with a golden clip, her skirt just above her knees. “This is the first time I’m not going as Fame’s assistant and I don’t have to match her or blend into the background.”

That made sense, Bob really noticing how Violet’s wardrobe had shifted from the uptight prissy bitch who had first entered their floor, more color and sharp cuts showing up in Violet’s clothes as she got to express herself more and more.

“But since there’s a good chance she’ll actually look at me since I’m going with Sutan, I have to stay on theme without being flashy or cheap or one of the million other things she refuses to accept.”

“The bedazzling offer still stands,” Jovan smiled, taking the last bite of his afternoon muffin, and Violet rolled her eyes.

“How did you two meet anyway?” Maxwell took a sip of his coffee. “You and Sutan I mean.”

Bob perked up immediately, his stomach doing a happy flip.

“Oh?” Violet looked surprised, like she genuinely hadn’t expected them to be interested. “You want to hear about that?”

“Yes!” Bob grinned. “Yes yes yes yes.”

He and Maxwell had been discussing how to get Violet to spill the dirt the entire week, and now, the chance was finally here.

“Well.” Violet paused, tapping her fingers on the table, like she was trying to decide if she should share, and Bob was about to burst with curiosity.

“Spill it!”

“He bought me a drink at the Vogue Fashion Fund, and asked me on a date a few days later.”

Bob waited for a beat, but Violet was simply smiling.

“What?! That’s it?!”

Of all the things Bob had imagined, this was by far the most disappointing answer.

“Pretty much.” Violet shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee with a glint in her eyes.

***

IVY: okay so you know i hate gossip

ROXY: Oh yeah me too gurl

IVY: lol

IVY: No really

ROXY: Yeah yeah whatcha got?

IVY: The dress Courtney’s wearing today?

ROXY: Oh yeah, she’s really upping her game

IVY: Well...it’s familiar…

ROXY: Oh yeah?

IVY: I asked Laganja to run some photos. Here’s BDR at last year’s Monsoon Foundation Charity Luncheon

[Picture: Bianca wearing the dress]

ROXY: BITCH!!!!!!!!111

***

“So yeah, these are the ones I like...what do you think?” Trixie asked, chewing nervously on the inside of his cheek. “I really need to find someone that Fame will love, she was so annoyed at the last batch.”

As Pearl picked up one of the portfolios to glance through it, she couldn’t help but notice how rough her friend looked, like he hadn’t slept in a week. He probably hadn’t, she realized, the tension in the apartment so thick you could cut it with a knife. She’d been trying to give them both space, but maybe that wasn’t a good idea.

“So, um…” She looked through the first portfolio and then picked up the next one, pausing on pages she found interesting. “Is everything okay? How are you?”

“Uhh…” Trixie scratched his head, then finally said, “It’s been a hard week.”

“I’m sorry, man.”

“It’s okay,” Trixie sighed. “We’ve got our- She’s got an appointment with a doctor tomorrow. So I guess, after that, we’ll know for sure.”

“Right.”

He didn’t seem to want to talk about it any more, so Pearl dropped the subject for the moment. She pointed to one of the photos, a stunning blue piece with dramatic shoulders, exactly the type of shapes to which Fame was generally drawn.

“This is amazing.”

“Yeah, right? She seems super talented, although I worry that she’s only been out of school for less than a year. A little green, a little…” Trixie sighed again, “Over-confident sounds mean, but…over-confident.”

“Have you spoken to all of them yet?”

“Yeah, Rita checked all their references and I had Skype interviews with all the top candidates this morning. We’re trying to move quickly, I really need to get the ball rolling before we shut down for the holidays. And with the added bonus of getting them a visa...it could be a mess. Anyway, these are the very best, but I don’t want to put them in front of Fame unless they’re actually gonna impress her.”

“Uh huh. One question though…”

“Sure.”

“Are you looking for another sociopath, or are we moving in a new direction?” Pearl asked, a teasing smirk on her face.

“You’re hilarious,” Trixie deadpanned.

“I know.” Pearl tapped on the folder, saying, “I think this one is special. There’s a lot of range, and new ideas, but very classic and chic at the same time.”

***

“Ho...ly shit…” Bianca said, the door to her town car open, watching Courtney twirl in her new coat, then open it to give her a peek at the sexy sequined mini-dress underneath. Bianca pulled her into the car, giggling, a hand immediately sliding up her bare thigh.

She was mildly surprised when her fingers came into contact with soft cotton instead of the sexy lace she’d been wearing.

“Wow, these feel...breathable.”

Courtney laughed. “Yeah, well, I’m out of fancy underwear until my next trip to the laundromat. Sorry about it.”

“Nah, I like them. Reminds me of college.” She flashed a grin at Courtney, who was now straddling her on the leather seat, arms around her neck.

“Yeah?” Courtney tilted her head, teasingly evading a kiss as Bianca chased her lips.

“Mmm…” Bianca’s fingers slipped into the panties, squeezing her ass.

“I like this, too…” Bianca’s own coat was unbuttoned since the driver had the heat on full blast, and Courtney ran her thumb along the neckline of her blazer. “You look so sexy…”

Bianca said nothing, just gave her a wicked smirk, lips finally coming into contact with her neck, lingering there, hot breath against her pulse point making her whimper.

“We should probably wait until after the-” Courtney inhaled sharply, clutching Bianca’s shoulders. “-after the party.”

“Alright, alright…” Bianca acquiesced, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and removing her hands. “I can be good if you can.”

“Debatable,” Courtney responded, her eyes flashing with a naughty glint as she sat down beside Bianca, snuggling up against her.

“It’ll be a fun little experiment.”

***

Violet was standing in Sutan’s closet in her pajamas, flipping through her clothes, her lip between her teeth.

None of it looked right, and Violet had given up on even trying on the dress she had originally gotten to go as Fame’s assistant, the skirt's mermaid cut making it impossible to move in with her crutches.

If her foot hadn’t been broken, she would have trawled her preferred vintage shops weeks ago, or would even have made a dress herself, but the party was in two days, and because of Bianca’s birthday, she couldn’t even empty her savings account to get a dress that could live up to the expectations of a Galactica party.

She was completely, and utterly, fucked.

“Fuck,” Violet sighed, dumping down in the arm chair Sutan had been sweet enough to move to his closet so she could sit.

“Violet? Are you okay?”

Violet cursed to herself, Sutan naturally catching her at a moment where it absolutely did not suit her.

“I’m okay!”

But of course, it wasn’t in Sutan’s nature to leave her alone, her boyfriends head poking through the door seconds later, a concerned expression on his dumb face.

“What’s gotten into you?” Sutan was fresh from the shower, his black and grey hair in an unstyled cloud around his head.

“You’re going to laugh.” Violet crossed her arms, the annoyance still under her skin, rolling around her body.

“Try me.” Sutan stepped inside, a towel wrapped around his hips, his hand holding it in place.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

Sutan snorted, and Violet pointed at him.

“See!” She exclaimed. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Okay, okay, I admit that wasn’t my greatest moment,” Sutan chuckled, giving her a quick apology kiss, Violet sinking back into the chair as he walked over to his dresser. “but the good news is that your problem is easily fixable.”

“I can’t just go out and buy a new dress.” Violet tried not to roll her eyes, tried not to make this a fight, but it was like Sutan had decided to press every single button she had. “I can’t afford it.”

Sure, she had gotten a pay bump after moving to design, but she had already used her December budget on Christmas gifts for everyone, actually spending the day with people so much more expensive than what she usually did, which was a movie on her ancient laptop and wine by herself.

“Who says you have to pay for it?” Sutan pulled a pair of pajama pants out, throwing his towel to the side, now naked which would have been weird if Violet hadn’t been used to years of dressing rooms. “I’m planning on getting a new suit anyway,” Sutan balanced on one leg, pulling the pants on, “and the shoppers at Barney’s are great at what they do.”

“Are you serious?”

“What makes you think I’m not?”  Violet watched as Sutan pulled a t-shirt on too, running a hand through the hair Violet knew he’d struggle to style in the morning, but that he was also done dealing with it for the night.

“I don’t want your money.” Violet sighed, sitting up in the chair, Sutan finally ready for bed.

She liked staying with Sutan, she really did, the man kinder and more generous than Violet could ever have imagined, but she was also longing to go back to her own place, to have her own space and to spend time completely alone.

She knew her apartment wasn’t much, that it didn’t have air condition or an elevator, that she didn’t have a memory foam mattress or a dishwasher or a housekeeper that came to clean, but it was hers.

Violet knew a psychiatrist would probably consider her need for independence a flaw, something she should work on, but she didn’t want to rely on anyone ever, not even Sutan.

“I can figure it out.”

“Oh that, I don’t doubt,” Sutan smiled, holding a hand out to help Violet out of the chair. “But there is a difference,” Sutan pulled, his hand finding her hip as soon as she was upright. “Between being prideful and being stubborn, lovely eyes.”

Violet shot him a look, and Sutan laughed, giving her nose a quick kiss.

“I’m offering to buy you dresses, not a penthouse.”

Violet opened her mouth to protest, but for once, Sutan was faster.

“You’re going to several parties for my sake. Let me spend money on you.” Sutan rubbed his thumb up and down, gently caressing Violet’s hip. “Please?”

“I’ll consider it.”

***

Being at this elite music industry party with Bianca was thrilling, and Courtney was on cloud nine. She was beside herself with excitement when she got to meet Charlie Hides, unable to stop herself from gushing about her work on Tove Lo’s album.

“Well thank you, darling,” Charlie said.

“Courtney’s a singer too,” Bianca added, and Charlie’s face perked up a bit.

“Oh yeah?”

“Well, aspiring,” Courtney couldn’t help admitting, immediately kicking herself for her inability to fake it.

“She’s incredibly talented,” Bianca said, a hand touching Courtney’s elbow, grounding her.

“You should send me your demo,” Charlie said, picking up two glasses of champagne from a passing tray and handing them over.

“Really? Thank you so much!” Courtney exclaimed, momentarily forgetting that she didn’t have a demo.

“Sure thing,” Charlie said with a grin, before excusing herself to greet another guest. Before she left, she gave Bianca a hug, muttering, “Very cute, B.”

After she walked away, Bianca turned to Courtney with a smirk. “She’s subtle, huh?”

“I think I’m gonna pass out,” Courtney said, and Bianca squeezed her hand.

“You’ll be fine. You’re doing great,” she assured her. “I see another producer I know, let’s say hello. Olivia!”

She waved across the party to a beautiful Black woman with the most fabulous hair Courtney had ever seen in her life. The woman looked up, sending Bianca a beaming smile as she crossed the room to greet her.

“Bianca!”

“Hey Liv, I haven’t seen you in forever!” Bianca said, giving her a hug.

“I know! I’ve been in L.A. for most of the year. Just decided to come back to New York in time for this delightful gray sleet we’ve been having,” Olivia said, that dazzling smile softening her words.

Bianca laughed, turning to Courtney.

“Court, Olivia Lux is an awesome producer. Liv, this my friend Courtney. She’s a singer.”

“Hi!” Courtney prepared for a handshake or some air kisses, only to be swept up into a warm hug. “So nice to meet you!”

“Charlie wants to hear a demo, but she hasn’t gotten the chance to record anything yet,” Bianca said. “Any chance you’re free? Or are you still booked up solid until the end of days?”

“No, I’ve got some time in January. What kind of music do you do, sweetie?” Olivia asked, turning to Courtney with that lovely smile.

“Um… Well, I guess it’s kind of like… Pop, but kind of folk?” Courtney said, trying to think on her feet.  “Like Joni Mitchell meets Kylie Minogue?”

“Sounds absolutely glorious!” Olivia said, and Courtney felt her confidence grow. “I know what it’s like when you’re starting out. That shit is terrifying.”

“I’m gonna go grab us some drinks…You two have fun,” Bianca said, leaving Courtney Olivia to talk shop.

After a couple of minutes, Courtney found herself feeling like she was with an old friend. She was just so warm and open, telling Courtney about her own career as first a recording artist, then a producer and composer, making her feel completely at ease--and shockingly interested in Courtney’s own musical taste. When Bianca returned with three cocktails, Olivia put an arm around Courtney and told her, “I’m in love with your friend.”

“Oh yeah?” Bianca said, amused. She handed them both drinks, adding, “Glad you guys are getting along.”

“Getting along? We’re gonna elope,” Olivia said, and Courtney giggled, smiling brightly, happy to have found someone so kind and down to earth.

“Mazel Tov,” said Bianca, giving Courtney a wink.

“Seriously though,” Olivia said, turning to flash Courtney that megawatt smile again. “Why don’t you hit me up and we’ll arrange for you to come into the studio?”

“That would be amazing!” said Courtney. She was so happy, she had to fight an urge to kiss the bottom of Olivia’s glittery heels.

“Perfect!” Olivia said, leaving them both with another round of hugs.

“That went well,” Bianca said, smirking at Courtney over the top of her glass.

“Yeah!”

“Come on, I want you to meet my friend Derrick. She’s a choreographer…”

Later, after about the 20th intro, Courtney began to catch on to a troubling pattern.

“Hey guys! This is my friend Courtney…”

“Meet my friend Courtney…”

“Courtney’s a friend of my sister.”

Friend, friend, friend...

At no point, to anyone, did Bianca say (or even imply) that there was something going on between them-- and Courtney wasn’t sure what to make of it. It wasn’t like she expected for Bianca to call her “my girlfriend.”

They hadn’t had that conversation, and something told Courtney that after tonight, it was a long way off.

She tried to put it right out of her head, though, and focus on the positive. She was at a great party, meeting a ton of music industry professionals, and yeah, maybe Bianca called her “friend” about 800 times, but friends were good, right? Especially considering how much Bianca loved her friends.

She continued to enjoy herself, greeting people, trying her best to learn their names, and just being grateful that Bianca had even brought her through the door. So what if she didn’t want people to know about their relationship? Or if this was just a casual fling for her? She was still doing more for Courtney and being more supportive than anyone she’d ever known.

It was close to 2 am when Bianca put a hand on her lower back and leaned in close--the most intimate gesture since they’d walked in the door.

“You ready to take off?” Bianca whispered.

“Sure,” Courtney said, slightly relieved since she could feel her own energy fading, and knew that making it to work by 7:45 the next day would be a struggle.

They said goodbye to Charlie and grabbed their coats, making their way downstairs to the waiting towncar. It wasn’t until they were on their way that Courtney really let everything hit her, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I…” Courtney swallowed.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“You sure about that? What’s wrong?”

Courtney shook her head vigorously as traitorous tears slipped down her cheek. “Nothing’s wrong, everything’s perfect.” She wiped her face, disgusted with herself.

“Then why are you crying, angel?”

“Because…” Courtney squeezed her eyes shut,  positive that she was about to ruin everything. “Because you’re just…making all my dreams come true.”

“Okay. Yeah, I can see how that would be upsetting.”

“No, it’s just…I'm scared, that it’s all gonna disappear,” Courtney said, now unable to hold back the river of tears. “You’re gonna get bored, or meet someone else, and I…I’m falling for you so hard and I know it’s too fast and I-”

“Hey, look at me.”

Courtney turned to her, eyes liquid, sniffling.

“I have been having…the best time with you,” she said, taking one of Courtney’s hands in both of hers. “And I know that it’s still new, but I said that I’d help you with your career and I will. No matter what happens with us. I promise. And I don’t break promises. Okay?”

Courtney nodded slightly, then asked, “Why don’t you want people to know about us? Are you ashamed? Are you just...already looking for a way out?”

“What?”

“You just kept introducing me as your ‘friend’ all night, and I just thought that it meant you don’t care about us, or that-”

“No! I dunno, I guess we haven’t really talked about labels, and I wanted to make sure everyone took you seriously,” Bianca said. “Took your talent seriously.”

“Oh.” Courtney sniffled, feeling a little stupid for letting her insecurites get the better of her.

“Also…you know, a lot of the people there were…mutual friends of…”

“Of?”

Bianca sighed slightly, a sheepish smile on her face, then said, “I guess it’s time to come clean to Fame and Raja, huh?”

“Really?” Courtney looked at her with surprise.

“Well, yeah. I don’t want us to feel like we’re sneaking around. That shit gets old real fast.” Bianca kissed the back of her hand. “I’ve been selfish, I was trying to do this without getting them annoyed at me, but…It’s not worth it if it makes you feel like I don’t care. Because I do.”

Courtney bit her lip, feeling like she might burst into tears again, but this time from joy. She took a deep breath, trying to get her racing heart to calm down.

“When do you want to tell them?”

“Well…the Galactica party’s on Thursday. Wanna be my date?” Bianca asked, a sly smile deepening her dimples.

Of course, they’d both been planning to go to the party, but Courtney had resigned herself to the idea that they’d be there separately. She’d even asked Tati to come as her plus one, not believing for a second that going with Bianca was a possibility. After all, it was so soon.

“That’s in two days!” Courtney exclaimed, eyes wide.

“Yeah… Does that work for you?”

For a second, Courtney felt almost dizzy, imagining walking into the party on Bianca’s arm. There was no way in hell that it wouldn’t cause a stir...but the idea of everyone seeing them together, while a bit frightening, was also terribly exciting.

“Okay. Yeah, that sounds...perfect,” she said, eyes shining happily.

“Okay then,” Bianca said softly, pressing a kiss to Courtney’s cheek.

[bnhavibes]

STEAMY MAKEOUTS???NOT TOTALLY SMUT BUT STEAMY. UR LIKE MY NEW FAVORITE AUTHOR U SEEM LIKE A GOOD TIME AHAHA ILY

Making Out pt 2!

Bakugou, Todoroki, Izuku x Fem!Reader hc

Warning! KINDA NSFW

tw/ swearing!!! dirty talk, heavy groping(and booty smacking), dry humping 🥵

Bakugou, Katsuki

Being the type of guy Bakugou is, you know he’s gonna get as much of you as he can.

Though he doesn’t really like to show PDA at school beyond holding hands or embracing one another, he occasionally will pop up while you’re about to take a “bathroom break”

(going to the bathroom and just sitting on your phone and messing with your hair/makeup because, well, you ARE the girlfriend of the rebellious ass of the school so you might as well try to be the nicer part)

But somehow, he always knows when to find you.

And pulls you into a nearby janitors closet every time.

You know it’s him just by the grip that he has on you.

how it should hurt by the way it looked, but he was so passionate as grabbed you by your hips and hiked up your skirt; lifting (yanking) your legs off the ground and around his waist

“Oh (Y/N), I’ve missed you a lot today.” He groans as you’re pushed into the door with his body. His lips and tongue meet yours as he snakes his right hand up your body to squeeze your cheeks together; forcing your mouth open as he lapped at your tongue.

Instantly, you salivated.

You loved when he was like this.

During these closet visits, it’s clear that he must have had something crazy happen in class where somebody said some “u t t e r bullSHIT” about team work or gotten pissed off at his internship the day before.

“Uhnmm, ‘Suki~,” you moan in his ear, his mouth marking your now exposed collar bone and neck. “I’ve missed you more.”

did you— did you just... ch— challenge him?

WHAP! The sound of his hand was louder than the hit, but oh did that do something to you.

“S-So lewd, S-Suki.”

“Yeah?” He says more than he asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he returns his hands to your ass and rubs the hardening length under his pants against your aching core

You know you shouldn’t have challenged him. The smell of your arousal was filling the tony space, and he moaned at the familiarity.

“You think that I’m lewd, princess?” He growls, “That— That ffucking smell, that’s what’s lewd.” He groans as he continues to grind his pelvis into your hips.

His whole frame was shadowing you, and you couldn’t help but moan at the naughty idea of him taking you like this later tonight.

But right now, you knew the deal; No sex at school.

But..... you can makeout right ?

“God, I wish I could fuck you, right here, right now.”

‘Ahhh, so somebody was butthurt at training?’ You think to yourself.

That meant only complete submission would get him to actually do something.

And God, did you need him to actually do something. (and you knew just how to get what you wanted)

“But, Daddy, our ruuuuleess.”

“Motherfuck— Gah!” He growls,

There’s only one word that can kick Bakugou into ‘fuck them kids’ mode.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare—“

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Can’t handle a challenge like this at school?”

You’re such a minx.

“You’re gonna fucking regret those words, Princess.” He said through gritted teeth, that shit eating, wild, and downright sexy fucking pull of his lips ignited a fire in your stomach.

You were in for it now.

Todoroki, Shouto.

This guy wasn’t as bad with PDA as Bakugou

He was focused on his studies, sure!

But that didn’t mean he had to protest every time you curled up into his lap in homeroom or during those gruesomely boring days where the tests were too easy for both of you.

He loved the way your hair smelled, even as your head was nuzzled into his lap.

He especially loved when just the two of you would sit under a tree on the school grounds, you straddling his lap as his back pressed into the tree

You’d sit there, reading a book to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, just at the crook of his neck.

He couldn’t resist touching the soft skin under your school uniform.

Your thighs???? His delicacy.

Your hips???? So squishy.

Your breasts??— wait

“Sh-Shouto.” You say breathlessly, his aimless wandering unintentionally causing a stir in your stomach.

His mismatched eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“Oh, I— I’m sorry, love, I guess I spaced out a bit there.”

“Mm.” You nod, waiting for him to realize where he was caressing.

He had traced circles on your lower back, but the warmth of your skin started dropping as his hands wandered up and around your body

The pregnant pause gave him anxiety, so he immediately looked for signs of what went wrong.

His face flushed immensely at the sight of your top unbuttoned enough for his hands to slip through, resting one at the back of your neck as the other was cupping your breast underneath a bralette you wore

“I— I didn’t mean to. Please forgive m—mmph.” His moan in your kiss, the way his breath hitched as your tongue met his, all factored into the heat pooling between your legs

He inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as your hands snake around his neck, deepening the kiss as you lift your hips up, only to scootch themback down(catching his hardening member between your folds on the way)

His trembling exhale only encouraged you further as you kissed his jawline

down his neck

until you found his perfect little weak spot

“(Y-Y/N).” He squeaks out, his cheeks flushed so red you’d think he would have activated his quirk.

“Hmm?” You hum, fluttering your long eyelashes up at him.

“We’re outside.” He warns, looking around at the empty yards

(it was lunch time and too windy for most students to enjoy the outdoors, but you two reveled in isolation.)

“Nobody’ll notice.” You say innocently, hands ready at his belt, teasingly dipping a finger in and out of his waistline

A beat passed before a playful smile grew on his face.

“I have to leave early to see my mom today.”

“I can fake a cold from the weather, and meet you at the dorms in 10.” And with a passionate peck, you were off

Midoriya, Izuku

On the surface, your boyfriend Deku seemed like a pretty innocent enough guy

key words being: “on the surface”

deep down, he was a raging pervert

and you relished in it

Usually.

Caught him (purposefully) jacking off in his dorm? You jumped him.

Walk in when he’s having a wet dream? He’d fuck your face when he’d wake up.

and gooodddd was he so needy when he was horny.

“Baby, cmon it’s just a game! I thought you’d wanna do the challenge for your american friends.”

“A pocky challenge?” You giggle as you walk away with him, his arms tightly wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into his body.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, the box of pocky digging into your hip as his arms squeezed you. “Please, (Y/N), it’ll be fun, I-I promise.”

You huff in response, stopping to remove his hands gently and face him.

“Fine. But later, kay?”

The gleam in his eye was bright, but something else was hidden behind it. You wouldn’t know until now, what exactly clouded his mind as he heard you agree to this challenge.

You were filming (on your bed) for your video to show your friends, your recorded content never to see the light of day , when Izuku had removed his shirt.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” You giggle, but you’re blushing, looking at the viewfinder in confusion and embarrassment.

“It’s hot in here,” He blatantly lies, the grin on his face anything but sweet. You were wearing a camisole style crop top, and a black pair of soffe shorts, a preferred lounging outfit you changed into after school during the warmer days.

“U-Uhh, okay. So, he-here’s the pocky. I got cookies n cream flavor! So u-uh, D-Deku?” You say, going along with his obvious plan.

He was already in your face, his body hot from the state he was in. Apparently being a teenage boy meant times where he was just so horny he had to have you as much as he could.

“Let’s get started.” He grabbed you by the face, a bit roughly, but here you were, mouth agape too far for pocky, salivating from the way he pulled your bodies together by your head.

He had already ate half the pocky by the time it hit your tongue, and he moaned once his own met your lips.

Your pursed your lips quickly, knowing he would take advantage of your well-coated tongue if you let him.

His brows furrowed at your aversion, his hands dropping to your hips, harshly pulling them into his pelvis. Your legs twitched as you felt something throbbing, and hard, grind against your clothed center.

You gasped as you chewed the sweet snack, breath hitching as his tongue retreated with a groan of determination as you opened your eyes and met Izuku’s emerald irises; glossed over with lust.

It was — enticing.

Heat creeped up your cheeks as he bore into your soul, a small smirk beginning to grow as your mouths inched closer together.

You weren’t going to chicken out, however.

Not when he would try to dominate you like this.

Your own smirk grew as you finished the last bite, quickly turning towards the camera, and pushing his body back onto the bed. You sat on your knees, leaning forward to end the recording:

“Looks like it was a draw. Neither of us pulled back before the pocky was done!” You beamed, but in the view finder you see Izuku; His pants pulled to his knees, and hand palming himself over his boxers as he stared at your ass bent over in front of him.

You bit your lip as you watched him, the silence and lack of movement alerting Izuku of your gaze, meeting it through the viewfinder as he licked his lips.

Quickly you turned around, grasping his face with one hand as you pulled him into a sloppy, yet passionate kiss

He moaned beneath you, one hand gripping your ass as he guided your pussy along the length of his boxers

“Ohh~ Doll, I-I’m... mmph—“ You kissed him again, you knew he would be quick the first time so, might as well help him out huh?

You rocked your hips against his body, sandwiching his girth between your folds.

“I know, baby,” You cooed, saliva stringing between your lips and his.

You pressed your lips against his harshly, picking up the speed of your hips, his desperate pants proving his near orgasm.

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby, h-humping my cock, I—I’m so spoiled to have such a nnn-aughty girl like you.” He moans, his jaw slacking as he bucks his hips up into you.

You moan at his dirty words, ‘There you are, Izuku.’ You think to yourself. You secretly loved his lewd and perverted side, it made you feel special to be the only person getting this rise out of him.

Midoriya’s teeth sinking into your semi-exposed chest pulled you from your thoughts as his member pulsated, the hot liquid in his boxers seeping past his layer of protection and mixing with your own arousal-leaking core.

“Uuhhmmph— Baby~” He moans on your skin as his orgasm settles.

“Don’t worry. We’re just getting started. Okay, doll?” He smiles

GOD BLESS ITS HOT IN HERE!!!! who was your fave??? lmk in the comments & dont forgot to send in your requests 🥰

[thenightlymartini]

Headcannon #41

How about both!?

Kimchiburger: Their first date consisted of a very stressed and anxious Korean and a somewhat chill but secretly hesitant American. Let’s face it, our poor boy SK had been pining after America for so long and now because he managed to score himself a date he is freaking out about what to wear, what shampoo to use before the date, and even brainstorming topic ideas for conversation just so he doesn’t come off as awkward or weird. America, meanwhile, would be chill about the whole deal until a few days before the actual date when he freaks out realizing he doesn’t know exactly what to do and calls up China and Japan for advice (he tried NK once, did not go to well).

When the first date actually happens, America settled on a simple dinner and movie idea, which SK was so happy about that because it erased a lot of the anxiety about the possibilities of what a date with the big superpower United States would be like. Except after dinner, which wasn’t a McDonald’s and was at least somewhat classy, they completely forgot about going to a movie cause both of them got distracted by an arcade, and they had a blast competing with each other over who won the most tickets. At the end, America gave him a plush teddy bear with a pair of headphones with his winnings.

From then on, most dates were varied in what they did, but they always made time to go to the arcade together or do some sort of game when the arcade wasn’t available. They are both huge nerds and love the competition because it serves as a reminder to them of their first intimate spark they shared.

Rusnk: This gets interesting because these two are so inexperienced in the romance department that it took a while for them to officially recognize they were a couple (like for awhile it appeared to be more of a friends with benefits type of relationship), much less have an official date. Like NK probably would be the more likely of the two to at least have an inkling as to what romance and love was and how to express it in a semi-non-toxic way, but didn’t have a strong drive to express it often or really kept questioning himself. Even then, by the time they had what normal people would call a proper first date was a ways into their relationship because they mostly just hung out with each other at their houses.

The first “date” one could say they had resulted in NK wanting to show Russia he could totally handle some of the heavier, more powerful firearms Russia uses and he challenged him to compete in a shooting challenge at Russia’s personal range. He added on in heated debate that it would be a date, which made him back pedal some once he realized what he said. Russia took it good naturedly, after a brief pause, and suggested he should treat NK to lunch after.

At the range, NK excels at handguns and even beats Russia (who taught him how to shoot in the first place). AK-47s come around and things slowly change, with multiple rounds between the two resulting in a tie. Shotguns come out and Russia is extremely hesitant to let NK shoot one because he knows the recoil and force will be too much for NK, but NK’s stubbornness persists. First shot, NK wasn’t holding the shotgun right and it launched itself from his hands, causing Russia to laugh really hard and a stuttering and blushing NK to shout at him to knock it off. On the second shot, Russia is right behind him helping guide how NK should hold the gun, purposefully keeping his hands over NK’s and pressed to him to keep him steady. Second shot still forces NK back a bit, but thinks he can do it without Russia’s help. Third shot, Russia stands behind NK a few feet in case he needs to catch NK, which he does cause the poor boy pretty much got launched by the force. NK gets so flustered that he throws snow at the laughing Russian, which made Russia retaliate by shoving a fist full of snow down NK’s coat and shirt, making NK shriek and starting a snowball fight.

After the fight, Russia had NK pinned lightly in the snow and kisses him on the forehead, telling him he loves him with a chuckle. NK pouts until a mischievous grin forms, and he smacks Russia’s face with more snow laughing after stating he loved him too. Despite the snow to the face, Russia still treats NK to lunch, with homemade pierogis he made himself (which NK found amazingly good).

As far as typical dates go, any way that these two can banter or jokingly try to one up the other is what they consider their version of romantic. It certainly is never typical with these two.

Commieburger: Ho boy, when these two decided to have their very first date it was pure chaos on America’s end and huge amounts of trepidation all around. Poor America was trying desperately to figure out a perfect first date with NK that wasn’t too typical but wasn’t too out there to deter NK. Meanwhile, NK is super suspicious despite taking the risk of beginning a relationship with America cause he doesn’t want to get hurt again.

America eventually decides on just keeping it simple with a dinner and movie that wasn’t too cheap but wasn’t over the top either, but also wanted to do something to at least make it memorable for both of them. He found it when he walked by a store that so happened to have a Pegasus stuffed plushie in the window. He noticed how oddly similar it was to North Korea’s Chollima, one of the biggest symbols of North Korea and arguably the national animal, that he felt compelled to buy it as a gift for NK.

Dinner goes by smooth enough, even managed to have a few good laughs here and there, and the movie at the theater certainly changed the pace of the date. About part way through the movie, America decides to tempt fate by trying to hold NK’s hand. He chickens out part way and simply extends a pinky so that it was touching one of NK’s own fingers, figuring it wouldn’t hurt as it was just a suggestion and he wasn’t forcing NK to do so. He was surprised when, after NK darted his eyes around the room and eyed America, the other accepted the invitation and held his hand. America blushed and knew he must have had a goofy looking smile on his face because he blushed redder in embarrassment when he realized NK was starring at him with an amused smirk and mischievous glint in his eye due to how easy it was to rile the other up.

After the movie, America decided to take him out of town to his favorite hill to see the stars on a whim, not really wanting the date to end, and he remembered he still had to give NK his gift. This started to scare NK a bit because why would America all of a sudden decide to take him somewhere away from the public eye? Was he planning something? America somehow manages to convince the other to join him in some star gazing, which leads to them telling the other about their culture’s interpretations of the various constellations and discovering their shared fondness of the night sky. As the conversation hits a lull, America decides to present NK with the plushie, half thinking this was going to be the stupid idea or thing that was going to throw a wrench into the date.

America stuttered out his explanation as to why he got him the plushie, hoping to whatever deity or ancestor that was watching over him that this was not going to backfire. NK’s eyes went wide like a cat’s on catnip as he kept explaining and never left the plushie. NK just took the plushie and held it close after a moment, as it starts to dawn on him that this was a sign that America was actually serious about this relationship and wasn’t using him or just wanting a fling. Plus, he may have a secret love for plushies.

After America drives him back to the hotel NK is staying at, NK tells America he enjoyed his time and appreciated how thoughtful he was. Before he leaves, he gives America a quick, but sweet peck on the lips before dashing to the hotel, leaving America speechless.

After that date, their usual dates consisted mostly of the same style of dinner and a movie, followed by pretty much alone time, whether it’s stargazing or just chilling out at America’s place. America respects that NK likes dates to be simple but personal, and quite frankly loves how much time he is able to have to just get to know Sang Kyu himself. Plus, it is always guaranteed that NK always brings the very first plushie with him every time he comes back to America.