#30 fics in 30 days

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[osamusriceballs]

Last-Minute Plans

Ushijima x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW (cockwarming, rather soft)

Words: ~ 1,5 k

About: Wakatoshi got a ring for you, and he needs to make sure it fits.

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved Wakatoshi-kun~

"It fits,"

he mumbles with a sigh of relief, one he hadn't realized he was holding. He looks contently at the jewelry now adorning your ring finger.

Ushijima knows that he's late with this. He should have attempted this plan a long time ago; he despises last-minute actions. Lately, however, you've insisted on waiting until he returns home late from practice due to extended training sessions just before the crucial match, making it impossible for him to secretly slip that ring onto your finger to see if it fits. He's aware he hasn't been giving you the time you deserve lately, but he's determined to make it up as soon as he can. He intends to spoil you as soon as the match is over and his schedule finally allows him to have more free time, treating you like the princess you are.

He had nearly abandoned the idea of trying the ring on your finger. He considered simply hoping for the best, planning to alter the ring quickly after proposing if it didn't fit. He knows you wouldn't have minded, but he wanted this moment to be perfect. The first difficulty he had encountered, however, was that you had rings in various sizes in your jewelry box- probably for different fingers, but even after sorting through them, he was still not convinced that he chose the right size.

Relief washes over him as he sees the ring fitting comfortably, and for a short moment, he envisions your future together. He dreams of having you sleep beside him every night, of going on the vacation you've always dreamed of, and of giving you the beautiful wedding ceremony you've always wanted. He's already asked Tendou to be his best man and informed his parents of his plans. He even decided to send his father a notice that his son will be getting married soon—hopefully.

The ring looks stunning on your hand. It's noticeable yet subtly elegant. He's confident you'll love it; you've often praised his taste, describing him as simple in his choices, which you adore.

His gaze drifts to your peaceful sleeping form. You must be exhausted not to have woken up yet. Normally, you'd wait until he returns or awaken when he quietly lies down beside you, an act he's yet to master. You'd always greet him with a tender kiss, a gesture he cherishes most during his days and misses the most when he's away. Yet, you sleep soundly, your face soft, breathing steady. You're wearing one of his shirts, the old Shiratorizawa jersey you claim is the comfiest—adorable on you, he agrees.

He's fairly certain you're wearing only flimsy panties beneath, but he'll take his sweet time tomorrow to explore every inch of your body.

"Toshi," your sleepy voice pulls him from his daydreams, and he quickly hides the ring, clutching your hand in his. You stir, turning towards him, brows furrowing as you reach out blindly.

"Y/n, go back to sleep. It's late," he murmurs in a soothing tone, knowing you find his voice calming.

"I missed you," you groan, squinting your eyes as you try to make out his face in the dimly lit room.

"I missed you too," he replies, smiling softly and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile in return, bringing your free hand to his cheek, a bit clumsily—almost slapping his face, but he doesn't mind; he is simply happy having you close.

"You haven't shaved today," you mumble as you caress his cheek. He hums in response. "I forgot. Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't. But you never forget to shave. What was on your mind today?"

You, he thinks, but for once, he refrains from sharing his thoughts. He needs to distract you, to take back the ring unnoticed. How you haven't noticed it so far surprises him.

"I was thinking about…" he begins, his voice trailing off, unsure how to respond without you getting suspicious.

"Wakatoshi, come to bed. You seem really tired," you yawn, and he suddenly knows what he needs to do.

Ushijima leans down to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss with more passion. He feels your response, your body arching into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his.

"Toshi," you're already breathless after a few kisses, and he finally feels your hand relax, fingers intertwining with his with the metal still on your finger. He typically holds your hand more firmly, but now he keeps his grip gentle, ensuring you don't feel the ring on your finger. With his free hand, he traces the hem of your shirt, his fingers gliding beneath the fabric, encountering the softness of your skin.

"Want you, but I'm tired," you whisper against his lips, prompting him to nuzzle against your neck. "Should I pleasure you? Should I make you feel full?" You moan softly and weakly nod, your eyes barely open in the dark room. Unbeknownst to you, a wave of relief washes over him. This may not be going exactly as he planned, but making love to you with the ring already on your finger is better than he could have imagined.

He quickly runs through potential scenarios in which he could smoothly slide the ring off your finger, deciding to position himself behind you while maintaining a hold on your hand in front of your body. Shifting his body weight, he maneuvers behind you until his chest presses against your back. He skillfully settles beneath the blanket without releasing your hand, making sure not to tighten his grip around your fingers. His lips find your neck, where he places the gentlest kisses against your skin, earning the softest, most beautiful moans from your lips. His hips begin to rhythmically move against your backside, and he feels how he hardens in his pants.

You contently hum while you lean into his touch, raising one leg to allow him to slip his thigh between yours. "Feels good," you murmur as he starts a grinding motion against your pussy. He feels his growing need, a nearly instinctive response to your body. His earlier suspicion about you wearing only his shirt and panties appears accurate; that much he notices when his shorts ride up and his bare thigh grinds against your cunt. As much as he wants the feeling of your bare skin against his, he knows that undressing might raise too much suspicion. Instead, he guides his free hand downward, gently tracing circles against your clothed center.

"You're so perfect. So beautiful. I love you so much," he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. Your grip on his hand tightens, while your other hand softly clutches the sheets. He understands your needs. Grateful that he's still wearing the soft shorts, he pushes them down slightly, quickly freeing his cock.

"Should I use some lube?" he asks, concern lacing his voice, worried about hurting you since he hasn't fully prepared you yet—a truly challenging task when ensuring your hand remains held and he can only use one hand properly.

"Think I'm wet enough," you mumble, and he dips two fingers between your folds to confirm, and he is rewarded with enough arousal to forget about his worries.

As much as he wants to ravish you right now, he knows you would probably drift off to sleep if he makes love to you tenderly—so that's precisely what he does. He gently spreads your legs further with his thigh, allowing his cock to rest between your legs. It has almost become a routine for him to set aside your panties and gradually ease his cock inside you- a practice that you often do after he comes home late from his practice sessions.

A breathy moan escapes your lips at the stretch, and he feels his own body tensing at the sensation of your soft walls around him. He continues to push until he's fully inside of you. You always take him so well—it feels breathtaking to be buried deep inside you. He still hopes you'll succumb to sleep in this embrace, even though he's surely wide awake himself.

"Feels good," you hum, your breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm. He pulls you closer, inhaling the soothing flowery scent of your hair- a scent that always brings him comfort and calms his mind when he can't seem to rest. You might not fully grasp how much he loves you—how every fiber of his being yearns for you, how he wishes for you to be happy and to be his. This is precisely why he plans to propose to you tomorrow and to place the ring back on your finger. You wouldn't refuse him on his birthday, would you?

"Sleep well, my love."

[katballesteros]

Sachi

Commissioned by @inusmasha for @mustardyellowsunshine

Enjoy, Robin! :)

[justafewsmallsteps]

For @inuvember Day 30, the prompt is for the Fandom. This community has given me a lot through my years, from the time I was a young teenager and up to now. The little community that remain on tumblr after all this time is still very dear to me. Thank you to all the creators and fans who fill that community up!

With all that in mind, this is dedicated to a very special creator, @mustardyellowsunshine aka Robin. An unbelievable writer of fanfic and meta. A Kagome stan. An InuKag lover. Thank you for all you’ve contributed! I want to especially thank you for the manga caps/edits. Seeing scenes of my favorite manga series of all time being uploaded in such gorgeous quality… it makes me fall in love all over again and deeper than before.

Here’s a fanart inspired by Robin’s wonderful fic, What I Hold on Ao3. Please check out her writing and other works!

[shikariiin]

Valentine's break

A Short TTTE fanfiction - Valentine Special

They haven't dated in this timeline :3, I rarely write, so excuse my rookie mistakes.

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Edward puffed his cigarette, the night wind gently blowing on his hair as the stars above him shined.

The usual valentine's night for the K2.

As he took a long drag, memories flooded back: past loves, and heartaches. He stared off to the distance, aiming fault to himself for everything that had happened, guilt slowly creeping up, his mind going numb.

Valentine's Day was not his favorite, though he'd never openly admit it.

Abruptly, his thoughts were disrupted as a red coat cascaded down upon him, enveloping him in its warmth and vibrant hue. He looked up to a familiar face.

"Mind if I join?" James spoke softly, Edward blinked slowly almost dumbfounded "ah...sure?" he finally answered.

The red man sat beside him, drinking his water bottle "wasn't expecting to find you here" James leaned back, relaxing into the grass.

"Wasn't expecting anyone to find me" Edward smiled, feeling amused, "cigarette?" He handed the half-empty box, "good god no" James immediately refused, as stressful as he gets, he would never smoke nor drink, he wasn't raised that way.

Edward only smiled before looking away, James took notice of his demeanor, "you're not going out? It's valentine's day" he asked the K2.

Edward says as he exhales smoke, "I....I've had enough of Valentine's," an answer James wasn't expecting. "Why's that?" James asks, intrigued nonetheless. Edward sighed, his gaze drifting to the distant horizon.

The weight of past disappointments heavy on his heart. "Every Valentine's Day just reminds me of what I've lost," he confesses, his voice tinged with regret. James nods understandingly, silently acknowledging the pain concealed behind Edward's tough exterior.

"what if someone asked you out? Would you go?" James asked again, his eyes not moving away from the blue haired man.

"goodness they deserved better!" Edward sheepishly laugh "I don't expect anyone to ask me out, get a better standard I'd say"

his smile subsided before looking down to his knees "Love hurts" He inhaled deeply from his cigarette.

James looked at him, having been hurt from hearing the K2 talk about himself like that, "I think you're exceptional," James murmured softly, his gaze drifting upward to the somber sky above.

"You've made alot of impact on this railway, supporting countless engines," James remarked, taking a sip from his water bottle. "you're worth a-lot more than you give yourself credit for" he smiled.

Edward glanced at him, a spark of joy igniting within him, and he couldn't help but return the smile, though a blush colored his cheeks.

"Why aren't you going out for valentine?" Edward asked back, his mood eased as he lay down next to James.

"I have high standards!" James answered vainly, he smiled proudly at himself, Earning a laugh from the K2, his endearing laugh was not of ridicule, but of amusement.

James joined in,The atmosphere shifted, filled with warmth and tenderness as both decided to spend the rest of the night together, neither wanting to leave.

"Happy valentines day, Edward"

"Happy valentines day, James"

Maybe one day they'll actually celebrate valentine together.

[huggybearluvr]

If I Could Fly || J.D

!! A Part of the 30 days of music series !!

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: After Jamie got drafted to the Flyers you were both missing the other more than ever. You would have left with him if it weren't for your classes. However, after a late night phone call with Jamie, you drop everything and go to him without a second thought.

The song links:

Apple music || Spotify || Youtube

Jamie had been gone for nearly three weeks now. You couldn't help but feel lonely as you sat in the once shared apartment.

It was nearing 9 in California, so you knew calling Jamie was not an option. It was almost midnight on the east coast.

You sat on the couch watching one of your favorite movies to hopefully distract yourself.

About thirty minutes later a familiar ringtone buzzed from you phone. you were quick to pick it up answering the call.

"Jamie? everything okay?" you asked into the phone.

"Not really," He said trailing off.

"Baby, what's wrong?" You asked now sitting up.

"I just miss you so much, I can't sleep at all," He said softly.

"I know baby, I miss you too," You spoke truthfully, "I wish I could be there."

"I do too," He said.

"Its late baby, go to bed, you have a big game tomorrow against the red wings."

"Alright, I love you," Jamie said smiling into the phone.

"I love you too."

"I'm missing half of me when we're apart"

After the call ended you couldn't help but think about going to Jamie. At around 11 you decided you couldn't just sit here.

You practically sprinted to your room. Grabbing your laptop and emailing your academic advisor, letting them know you would be needing to transfer schools and would like to finish this semester online.

Once your emails were sent you booked a flight to Phili.

You packed up as much as you could in two suit cases and texted Trevor to come over.

As you sat in the living room bags packed you felt more relaxed then you ever have before.

You knew you would be coming back during the summer to finish your moving but for now these two suitcases would be more than enough.

You heard a knock at the door and quickly got up to answer it. As you pulled the door open you saw a half awake Trevor standing there.

"y/n it's midnight, what was so important I had to come over?" He said rubbing at his eyes.

"I need a ride to the airport, and here is the keys your gonna have to check in here once a week til im back to move everything," You spoke quickly.

"Wait what where are you even going?" Trevor said taking the key from you.

"Im moving to Phili."

Trevor couldn't help but smile. He was happy his best friend had someone like you in his life.

"Let's go then," Trevor spoke picking up one of your bags and following you out to his car.

-

You landed in Phili calling an uber to take you to Jamie's apartment. You texted his neighbor carter letting him know you would be at the stadium within the hour.

Carter, Jamies Goalie and Neighbor had agreed to leave a key to his place outside the door so you could leave your stuff there to make it to the game on time. He also agreed to get you a media pass so you would be able to surprise Jamie.

After you dropped your stuff off you headed straight to the Arena. You got in through the back and quickly made your way to your seat. You opted for a pretty bad seat but you didn't want Jamie to see you.

-

The Flyers had won the game against the wings and you were more than ready to run down and see your boyfriend.

You quickly made your way to the ice, walking to the locker rooms. You stood outside of the locker room.

Many teammates walked by giving you an odd look as they had no idea who you were.

Carter came out and sent a smile your way, as you handed him the key to his apartment," Thank you so much for helping me."

"I did this for the kid but, your welcome," He said with a laugh," I'll see you both later."

You stood a little longer, Jamie was the last one out.

He walked out of the locker room, with wet hair and you swear he's never looked so good. His eyes were stuck on his phone.

You picked up your phone calling him. He answered.

"Look up, idiot," You said before hanging up.

Jamies eyes met yours, you both felt butterflies as the world around you froze. You practically ran to Jamie engulfing him in a much needed hug.

"I can feel your heart inside of mine"

"Is this real? how are you here?" He said pulling away to look at you.

"I'm moving here," You smiled leaning up to kiss him.

"baby, you have school," He said, once he pulled away hesitantly.

"I'm transferring, I couldn't be away from you any more," You spoke softly," I already talked to my advisor, Trev's gonna keep an eye on my place til we can move the rest, and for now my suitcases are at Carters."

"I love you so much," Jamie said as he awed at not only your physical beauty but how perfect you were for him. He truly thought that he wouldn't see you for months but now here you are in his arms, and he is never letting you go again.

[lavenderlegends]

can you fall in love after a single kiss?

ship: stiles/derek prompt: crisp air characters: erica, scott, isaac, danny, jackson, allison mention, boyd mention cw: drinking tags: college au, fluff word count: 2.6k ao3 ♞♚♞♚

"Ahhhh," Stiles says, as he steps out into the crisp fall air. He looks over at Erica. "Do you feel that?"

"Hm?" she says, looking up from her phone. "What's that?"

"The air! Fall has begun!" Stiles exclaims. He nudges her. "C'mon, why aren't you enjoying this?"

"Because," Erica says, looking back down at her phone as they walk down the path towards the parking lot. "I've got a lot going on at the moment."

"Mhm, it's that guy, isn't it?" Stiles asks, trying to peek at her screen. She hides it from him with a pointed expression.

"None of your business," she answers.

"Ugh. Well, will I at least see you at Danny's party?" Stiles shoves his hand into his pocket, searching for his Jeep keys. Erica doesn't answer by the time he's pulled out the bi flag lanyard, so he pouts. "Ericaaaa, midterms are over. We have to celebrate. Please tell me you're coming to Danny's party."

"What?" she asks, looking up at him. "Oh. Danny's party. Yes. I'll be there."

"Will he be there?" Stiles asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Erica's face flushes in a way he's never seen before. She shrugs. "Maybe."

"I can't wait to meet the mystery man, then."

"He's not a mystery man. He's just a guy I met at the library." Erica bites her bottom lip when they reach his Jeep and are about to say goodbye. He doesn't rush to open the door.

"What is it?"

"I think... oh my god, I can't believe I'm even thinking this, let alone saying this... but..."

"Spit it out already," Stiles says, shaking with impatience. He should've taken his Adderall today, but definitely forgot. He likes to pretend he does better studying without it, but his most recent midterm would prove otherwise.

Erica ducks her head. "I think he's, like, the one."

"What," Stiles blurts. He doesn't mean to, really, but he's never ever heard Erica talk like this and they've been best friends since kindergarten. Stiles waits until she lifts her head up again before he asks, "Are you possessed?"

She shakes her head.

Stiles blinks. "Holy shit, Erica! That's huge. I never thought you'd settle down for a boyfriend, let alone the one."

Erica lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah, me neither. I don't know what it is about him, Stiles, but he gets me."

"Does he...?"

"Know I'm trans? Yeah," Erica says, nodding. "I know. It's strange, isn't it? I don't think I've ever been on a second date before."

"But this guy?"

"This guy," Erica confirms, a shy smile crossing her lips. "This guy is something else. Listen, I'm going to go shopping before Danny's party. I want to look good. I'll catch up with you later?"

"Sounds good."

"And if you tell anyone what I said--"

He laughs. "As if anyone would believe me."

"True." Erica grins, and bounces away with a skip in her step. Stiles stares after her.

This party is going to be one to remember.

Erica's in love. It's obvious. She just met the guy a week ago, but some things are undeniable.

He smiles to himself as he gets into his Jeep. Maybe, just maybe, the one for him is at the party tonight too.

♞♚♞♚

Stiles shows up a little late, but he meant to be on time. He even set like six alarms to stop his ADHD from getting in the way, but alas, it was pointless. He just hopes Danny isn't mad.

"There you are!" Danny's voice comes when Stiles enters the kitchen.

"Hey, sorry." Stiles hands him a bag of ice. "I know, I know. Super late. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Derek also brought ice."

Stiles jerks his head back. "You asked Derek to bring you ice too?"

"I did," Danny says. "Figured you'd be late. I've known you since high school, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," Stiles says, rolling his eyes. "I just can't believe you asked Mr. Grumpy Pants to bring ice. It's like asking a bear to step out of their cave while they're hibernating."

"Ha, ha," a sarcastic, dry tone comes from behind him.

Stiles jumps and whips around to see Derek freaking Hale standing behind him. He groans. "Are you everywhere? I swear, you have the hearing of a bat."

Derek tilts his head. "You shouldn't be that surprised to see me. I am Danny's roommate."

"Mhm," Stiles says. "Don't remind me."

Stiles and Derek haven't gotten along since first semester of first year. The guy has been nothing but rude and grumpy to Stiles. His theory is that Derek's in love with Danny, especially because his attitude just got worse after he learned that Stiles and Danny used to hook up in high school.

But Danny's been dating Jackson pretty much since they started college, so Stiles doesn't get why Derek's not over him yet.

"Alright, I'm off to find Scott and Isaac!" Stiles announces, before muttering, "'Cause I can't stand to be around you anymore."

Derek snorts. "Like I want to be around you either."

"Can't we be nice for one night?" Danny pleads, but Stiles just tosses his hand in the air and walks towards the living room.

Erica's talking to a very handsome guy in the corner, and she's twirling her hair. He freezes, watching them. He's never seen her twirl her hair before. Ever. But there she is, giggling, and looking up at this guy with the biggest heart-eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it," Isaac says, suddenly appearing at Stiles' side. Scott joins him on the other side. "I've never seen Boyd talk so much to a girl before."

"Yeah, it's a bit weird," Scott says. "Erica's like... usually on the prowl by now."

"Jesus," Stiles mutters. "You make her sound like a cougar."

"Well, you know what I mean. She eats boys up and spits them out. It's her thing," Scott says. "I've never seen her so... infatuated before."

"That's a great word for it, honey," Isaac says, grinning. He shares a look with Scott, and Stiles groans. "What?"

"You two are also disgustingly in love," Stiles mutters. "Everyone seems to be these days!"

"Calm down," Scott says, but he's still got a moony look towards Isaac on his face. "You'll find the right person soon."

"Uh-huh." Stiles sighs. "I'm going to find Lydia. You two are making me nauseated."

He doesn't wait for them to protest, but heads out to the balcony. He smiles when he finds Lydia alone. She takes a long sip of her drink before looking at him.

"Nice night out, huh?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah." Lydia sighs. "I wish Ally was here tonight."

"Why isn't she?" Stiles asks, glancing back through the windows as if he might magically spot her.

"She went home to visit her parents."

"Are you two...?"

"Yeah," Lydia admits. "We're keeping it on the downlow for now. I mean, her breakup with Kira is still pretty fresh. But..."

"Damn." Stiles rubs his face. "Everyone seems to be in a relationship these days."

Lydia pats his shoulder. "I'm sorry, darling. You'll find someone. I just know it."

"Yeah. That's what they keep telling me." Stiles sighs.

Lydia finishes her drink and then says, "I'm going back inside. You coming?"

"I think I'll stay out here for now." Stiles doesn't care if he shivers. Nothing is going to make him go back inside now.

Erica has Boyd. Danny's with Jackson. Scott and Isaac have been dating for almost a year. Now Lydia and Allison? When is it going to be his turn?

Stiles stretches his neck before leaning over the edge of the balcony. He's looking into a parking lot, and it's not very exciting, but he can sort of see the city lights from here, and that's nice. He guesses.

He's not drunk enough for this.

Maybe he should ditch the party, curl up, and watch Disney Plus. Anything would be better than this. Being alone. Again. As always.

"Room for one more out here?"

Stiles freezes at the sound of Derek's voice before turning. "What do you want?"

"Thought maybe we could talk." Derek shuts the door gently behind him. "What do you say?"

"Whatever," Stiles mutters.

"What's your problem with me?" Derek asks, as if he doesn't already know. Stiles glances at him again but can't stare too long because his heart has started to pound.

He's never actually been alone with Derek before.

"Like you don't know," Stiles mutters.

"I don't," Derek says, flatly.

"You've been nothing but rude to me, and you only got ruder once you learned about my history with Danny."

Derek blinks. "What are you talking about?"

"Sure. Play dumb." Stiles rolls his eyes. He turns to face Derek now, surprised at how close they are together. It's not a huge balcony, but it's not that small either.

Derek looks down at Stiles, just slightly, and asks, "Talk to me like I'm dumb."

"Fine." Stiles lifts his head and bites his lip. Derek's eyes are unwavering on his. "You are the rudest person I have ever met. You totally changed your vibe around me after the news about Danny and I came out. You were stiffer, and not in like, a fun way. You wouldn't look me in the eyes. You just... grunted. A lot. Danny was my first. I was his first. It was all very sweet, but just because you're in love with Danny, doesn't mean you have like... claim on him. He's his own person. And he chose Jackson. So, I don't get why you're such an asshole to me."

Stiles is shaking now, but he doesn't care.

The crisp fall air has turned cold.

And then...

Derek kisses him.

Stiles would jerk back if he had the ability to think. But Derek's lips are hot against his, and suddenly, Stiles is grabbing onto Derek's sweater, and holding him there.

He'd be lying if he said this hadn't popped into his mind before. But he never thought... never in a million years imagined... never...

Derek pulls away, but not far.

His voice is soft but gruff when he says, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Then he turns on his heels and walks back into the party. As if he hadn't just given Stiles the best kiss of his life.

"What the fuck?" Stiles whispers, bringing his shaking fingers up to his lips.

He doesn't know what to make of that, so he stays out on the balcony until it's too cold, and then when he goes back into the party, Derek's already gone.

♞♚♞♚

He can't stop thinking about it. He might actually understand Erica's obsession with her phone and Boyd now. Stiles waits. He waits for some sort of flicker of hope that maybe Derek kissing him was real. That maybe it wasn't a fluke.

But no notifications ever come. No Instagram follow. No accidental Tweet like. Not even a Facebook friend request.

Stiles hates it.

♞♚♞♚

"Hey darling, I'm sorry, but I have to bail on our shopping trip today," Lydia tells him on the phone a few days later. "Allison had a rough time at home, and came back to campus early. I'm going to go over to hers, is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course," Stiles says, absentmindedly.

"Okay, thank you!" Lydia sends kisses through the phone and hangs up.

It takes him a minute to realize they've said goodbye and she's gone.

He's busy staring at Danny's messages in Whatsapp and debating on what to say.

Nothing sounds right.

hey your dumb roommate kissed me

hey can you fall in love after a single kiss

hey I was wondering if I could come over?

The last one, he sends.

Danny gives him a thumbs-up and Stiles makes his way over. He hesitates at the door, but it swings open and Jackson stands there.

"Jesus!" Jackson says. "You almost gave me a heart attack, Stilinski. What are you doing here?"

"Uhhh."

"We're going to hang out and play some video games!" Danny's voice comes from somewhere in the apartment.

"That," Stiles says.

"Alright," Jackson replies, shaking his head. "Just, like, knock next time." He pauses to call back to Danny. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" Danny shouts.

Jackson heads out and leaves the door open for Stiles. He slowly inches his way into the apartment and shuts the door behind him.

"Is, uh, Derek here?" Stiles asks.

"Huh?" Danny says, coming into the living room. He wears a bright smile. "No, no. He hasn't been around all week. Studying for some big test he has next week, I guess. The apartment's all ours."

"Where's Jackson going?"

"Oh, his dad's in town, so they're having dinner."

Danny gives Stiles a quick hug. "C'mon, let's play."

"Sure."

It's reasonable of Danny to assume Stiles wants to play a video game, but all he wants to do right now is ask about Derek. He shoves his questions deep down though.

At least, until he can't hold it in any longer. They're three hours deep into the newest game Danny bought and Stiles blurts, "Why would Derek kiss me?"

Danny freezes, pauses the game, and turns to look at Stiles. "He did what now?"

"He kissed me. At your party. On that balcony. Last week." Stiles breathes. He's finally told someone else and it feels good. "Why... why would he do that?"

"I... I honestly don't know," Danny says, slowly. His eyebrows come together. "Although, now that I think about it, he does ask about you sometimes."

"He does?" Stiles asks, hating how hopeful he sounds.

"Yeah. Like he asked if I had heard from you after the party," Danny explains. "I thought it was a little weird, but... Derek's kind of weird, y'know? Keeps to himself a lot."

"Right." Stiles bites his lip. "Okay, you know what, let's not talk about it anymore. Pretend it never happened."

Because that's what Derek's doing.

"Sure thing," Danny says, and hits play on the game. Stiles is almost instantly killed.

♞♚♞♚

Stiles is walking to class with Erica through the courtyard when he finally sees Derek for the first time since the party.

"Hey, I'm not feeling well suddenly." Stiles puts a hand over his stomach. "Dairy issues."

Erica scrunches her nose. "Gross, Stiles. You really don't need to tell me that every time. And also, stop eating dairy!"

Normally, he'd laugh, but he's too tense. "Catch you back at home?"

"Sure. Feel better," Erica says, kissing him on the cheek.

Stiles waits until she's in the building and out of sight before he crosses the courtyard. His heart pounds so loud he can hear it. He's losing his nerve the closer he gets, but he doesn't stop.

"You kissed me."

Derek swings his head up from his textbook. He meets Stiles' eyes and calmly says, "Yes."

"Why?" Stiles asks, slipping into the picnic table bench. "Because I've been thinking and thinking and nothing makes sense except--"

"I have a crush on you." Derek says it so clear-as-day, it almost shakes Stiles' core.

"But why?"

Derek swallows before answering. He keeps his voice low. "Because you are so unafraid to be yourself. Because you clearly care about our mutual friends. Because you show up with ice even when you're an hour late. Because you're loud and obnoxious and funny and a smart ass. Because you don't care that my parents are rich and my dad's the dean of our school. You treat me the exact same way. You don't tiptoe around me or ask me for favours or try to get in good with me to get in with my dad."

Stiles blinks. He's positive that at some point Danny told him about Derek's parents, but he didn't realize that people... did that to Derek because of them. He swallows.

"I... I see."

"Does that answer your question?" Derek asks.

"Yes. But I have one more."

Derek simply stares at him.

Stiles musters up all his courage and says, "Can we do it again?"

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[forthegothicheroine]

30 Days of Horror, Day 20- favorite horror character

The Invitation (2022)

"My name sounds so Jane Austen when you say it like that."

[eldritch-thrumming]

Steve is worried. He has a first date tonight. A first date with Eddie Munson.

He’s not worried that it’s Eddie. He’s excited about that. He hasn’t felt this way about anyone new since Nancy Wheeler crushed his heart in the fall of his senior year almost two years ago.

He’s worried because for him, dates usually mean dinner, maybe a movie, and then getting hot and heavy in the backseat of his car or, if he’s lucky and his parents are out of town, on the couch in his family room. He’s not worried about the dinner part. He knows he and Eddie can hold a conversation; that’s the good part about being friends first. And it’s not the sex he’s worried about, either; he’s always been good at that. He usually just does what feels good and he can’t imagine it would really be any different with Eddie. He knows it’s going to feel good, he can just tell.

What he’s really worried about are the scars on his side. He can’t do much to hide the scar around his neck, jagged and still pink. He’s resigned himself to strange looks and whispers in the supermarket. But he’s done reasonably well at hiding the, quite frankly, alarming scars that cover the better part of his left side, the skin knotted, raw, and shining. Of course, Eddie knows about them and he knows how Steve got them. Steve knows that Eddie has his own underneath all that denim and leather he’s always wearing, but it’s one thing on Eddie and a completely different thing on Steve.

Steve had watched all summer as Eddie had embraced his scars, calling them badass and doing nothing at all to hide them on days spent by Steve’s pool with the kids. The scars looked good on Eddie, Steve couldn't deny that. But Steve didn’t feel the same about his own and he rarely felt bold enough or confident enough to take his own shirt off, even on pool days. No one had seen Steve’s naked body since before Spring Break and he was nervous to take his clothes off in front of anyone, but especially in front of Eddie, who was so confident and hot in his newfound hero status, with the scars to prove it.

Steve wasn’t stupid. He knew the reason most people wanted to go on dates with him. It was partially his reputation, but mostly because of the way he looked. That’s how he’d built his reputation, after all. Now, the one thing that had gotten people to look twice at him had been compromised. He wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be now, in a post-Vecna world. He wasn’t sure what he had to offer anymore.

He stands in front of his mirror for a long time, in just his dark wash jeans. He examines his torso from every angle, wondering if there’s a way to hide the majority of his scarring from Eddie. Maybe if the lights are really low and Steve’s distracting enough in other ways, he can keep Eddie’s focus away from examining his body too closely...

Steve sighs before pulling his striped polo over his head, careful not to muss his hair. He glances at the clock and realizes that Eddie will be here any minute to pick him up. Eddie had insisted on taking Steve on their first date together, arguing that Steve’s gotten to take out a ton of girls but never had the opportunity to be taken out himself. Steve couldn’t really argue with that logic and it had made something warm and fuzzy spread through his chest that he wasn’t sure he should examine too closely at this stage in the game. He’s just happy to have Eddie’s attention on him, when he’s spent the better part of the last six months agonizing over how to get Eddie to even consider going on a date with him. Turns out, all the agonizing was for nothing. Eddie had made the first move, asking Steve to dinner when he’d picked up the kids from a one-shot campaign last Saturday.

The doorbell rings, right on time, and Steve practically runs down the stairs, grabbing his Member’s Only jacket on his way to the door and slipping it on as he turns the knob and swings his front door open. Eddie’s already grinning on the stoop.

“Your chariot awaits, princess,” Eddie says to him, gesturing towards the van. Steve can’t help but smile in return.

~*~

Steve was right. Dinner goes so well that he’s somehow ended up at Eddie’s trailer, on Eddie’s bed, with Eddie’s tongue in his mouth. Eddie’s bedside lamp is still on and Steve is distracted by trying to figure out how to turn it off without making this weird.

Before he can come up with a game plan for Operation: Turn Off the Fucking Lamp, Eddie’s kissing down the side of his neck, sucking on his pulse point and sinking his teeth into the vulnerable skin there. Steve lets out an embarrassing sound, halfway between a whine and a whimper, and can’t help but thrust his hips up against Eddie’s, which has Eddie chuckling against his neck and heat flooding Steve’s cheeks.

Eddie’s hands travel down Steve’s chest to the hem of his shirt and Steve can’t figure out a way of doing this without taking his shirt off. He doesn’t want to derail where this is going because it feels so good and it’s Eddie and he’s wanted this for so long, longer than he’d like to admit. So with one last longing look towards the bedside lamp, Steve allows Eddie to pull his shirt up over his head and only briefly mourns its loss as Eddie flings it across the room like it’s personally offended him. Eddie wastes no time in getting his lips back on Steve, trailing kisses and soft bites across the skin of his chest and down to his stomach. Steve can’t help but wince just a little as Eddie’s lips graze the skin of his scars.

“Everything okay up there?” Eddie asks, lips still ghosting across Steve’s skin.

“Yeah, all good.” Steve’s voice is more high pitched than normal, a little breathless. He doesn’t want Eddie to stop, not at all. He just doesn’t want him to look too closely either.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Eddie breathes out before continuing to trail kisses across Steve’s stomach. 

“I am?” Steve can't help but ask and even he can hear the surprise in his own voice.

That makes Eddie pause and Steve worries for just a minute that he’s revealed too much too soon. He’s worried that Eddie is going to pull away and say something about how this has been fun, maybe they can do something again next week. That had always been Steve’s go-to move when a girl had done something off-putting on a date and he never really wanted to see her again.

Eddie sits back slightly on his heels so that he can meet Steve’s eyes. The look on his face is so soft that Steve feels that warm fuzzy feeling spreading through his chest again.

“Of course, princess,” Eddie tells him and Steve believes him. Eddie smiles softly, reaching out his hand to brush his thumb across Steve’s cheek. He leans down to press a small kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth, cupping Steve’s jaw. When he pulls back, he smirks before pulling his own worn black t-shirt over his head. “We match. Don’t you think I’m beautiful?”

“Fuck,” Steve whispers, before reaching out his hand to brush his fingertips against the skin of Eddie’s stomach. “Yes.”

Eddie leans back down to kiss Steve fully on the mouth. He spends the rest of the night thoroughly demonstrating that Steve has absolutely nothing at all to worry about. The bedside lamp stays on the entire time.

[ladyveronikawrites]

Noah/ofc 85 and 144 please?

Sorry for the long wait, dear anon. I hope you enjoy 💜

SMUT PROMPT REQUEST

PART THREE OF ARGUE

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PAIRING: Noah X OFC (Isabel)

SMUT PROMPTS:

85. “I thought you said it was a one time thing?” 144. “I want you to keep going, forever"

S: It's the final day before the band heads back to tour and Noah wants to give Isabel something special.

CW: D/s dynamic, body inspection, collaring ceremony, unprotected p in v sex, choking (breath play), mild degradation

*This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictitious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//*

👑Royal Readers👑

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Isabel stares just past Noah at the blossoming flowers behind him. In no time at all the scorching heat of summer will return. She inhales the sweet scent as she turns to the waitress, in the familiar uniform she had worn only months ago, and gives her a friendly smile as Noah orders for both of them. She gets overwhelmed by all of the choices when looking at a menu. Another rule she added to their relationship. Noah knew her favorite foods, how she liked her food prepared, and her unusual allergy to strawberries. 

As the waitress leaves, Noah grabs Isabel’s freshly manicured hands in his manicured hands. One night, Noah accidentally let slip that he loved having his nails painted and ever since then Isabel made it a point that together they got their nails done. Every little bit of time they could spend together. 

“Remember this was where we first met?” Noah asks, gently squeezing her hands. 

“How could I forget?” Isabel laughs. “Nick spilled his milkshake all over me while I was taking your order.” Noah throws his head back and laughs with her. “What a dumbass,” Noah shakes his head. “Jolly chewed him out for being clumsy.” 

Isabel laughs harder, tears pricking her eyes. “Of course he did, what a dad.” 

“I’m going to tell Jolly you called him a dad,” Noah playfully jests. Noah’s eyes flicker something primal and Isabel immediately quiets down. She cocks her eyebrow wanting to toe the invisible line of… jealousy?

“I could call him daddy?” Isabel quips, her lips turning into a satisfied smirk. Noah’s nostrils flare for a heartbeat. To Isabel’s astonishment, Noah swallows the witty remark. He lets her hands go to rummage in his pocket. 

Noah clears his throat. 

“Remember all those months ago when you said ‘I thought you said it was a one-time thing and then it turned into this?” 

Noah grabs Isabel’s hand and places something in it.

“I want us to be something more.” Isabel opens up her hand to find a rose gold necklace with a small “o” pendant on. She gasps out loud and stares at the chain. Her day collar. The one she has been eyeing for weeks now. 

“How did you-” 

“Babe, you aren’t very sneaky,” Noah chuckles. 

“Thank you!” Isabel beams handing the necklace back to Noah. 

He brings the pendant to his lips and kisses it softly before rising from his chair. Standing behind Isabel, he moves her long brunette hair to fall over one shoulder. He locks the discreet lock and presses his lips softly to her neck. 

“You look amazing,” Noah purrs as he sits back down. Isabel beams at his compliment. 

“Thank you,” she grins, her cheeks flushing as their food comes to the table.

Noah and Isabel eat and chat, ending their date with a celebratory glass of champagne. 

Isabel fidgets with the collar on the car ride home.

“I can’t wait for you to see how good you look in it. And only it.” Noah moans into the last word. 

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“Bedroom now,” Noah orders as he shuts the front door to their apartment. 

He can hardly wait to ravish every inch of his girl. He watches as Isabel practically skips to their bedroom, she too, feeling the same way he is; buzzing with anticipation and too much champagne.

When Noah opens the door, he has to lean against the threshold. Swallowing down a groan, he bites his lips as his gaze sweeps over Isabel. Standing completely naked by the end of the bed, her head bowed low, and her hands clasped behind her back. The LEDs glow purple illuminating her perfectly still body, shining bright before him. 

Her legs are spread and her shoulders rise and fall with each steady breath. Isabel is in her element. The hairs on the back of her neck stand straight as she feels Noah’s presence. Her insides tie up in knots as she awaits his inspection. 

“There’s my pretty girl.” Noah’s voice is low when it hits her, crawling up every one of her vertebrae. Isabel tenses her shoulders to stop the shivering in the column of her spine. He takes a few steps closer until he is inches away from her back. Isabel sucks in a breath as calloused fingers gather her hair to one side and then work quickly to unlock her collar. She bites back the question rising in her bones, but she knows better than to speak out of turn. 

“Eyes up.” 

The unusual directive makes Isabel’s stomach flip and her mind begins to wonder but she quickly complies despite her storming thoughts because if she waits any longer Noah will repeat himself and she was having such a good day, she didn’t want to get a punishment. 

When Isabel’s eyes meet his, Noah’s heart skips a beat. He knows she’s in a vulnerable position and is giving her a little grace to comply with unexpected directions. He sees a spark of curiosity in her eyes as she scans his outstretched hands for her collar. 

“May I have your hands?” Isabel blinks a few times before unbinding them from her back and placing them in his hands. 

“This collar represents who you belong to,” Noah starts, his voice a little shaky with nerves and excitement. Isabel has always wanted a collar and he wants to make this special for her. “I promise as your dominant to protect you and guide you with our agreed upon rewards and discipline to help you become the woman you want to be. Every day is a new day for you to offer your submission to me. I will accept it with love and compassion now and forever.”

Noah can’t help but grin when Isabel’s mouth parts slightly as she takes in a breath. Her eyes shimmer in the purple light as tears mist them. 

“Now repeat after me, okay?”

“Okay,” Isabel grins.

“I submit my mind, body and soul to your will. I freely give my life to you and know that you will love and protect me, teach and discipline me as we agreed. I will serve you and please you to the best of my abilities in this journey together. My desire in life is to belong to you. This I promise as your submissive now and forever.”

Isabel repeats every word with an unwavering confidence Noah has never seen before and it sets his core on fire. With the biggest grin on his face he walks over and fastens the collar back around Isabel’s neck. Before walking back to her, he whispers an ‘I love you’ and kisses the base of her neck where the collar rests.

“How are you feeling?” Noah takes her hands in his again. 

“Over the moon!” Isabel squeezes his hands as her big grin crinkles the corners of her eyes. “Can I see it?”

“Yes…” Noah lets go of Isabel’s hands and grasps her face, pulling her to him as he captures her lips with his. She yelps in surprise but it melts into a soft moan when she kisses him back. Noah licks at her bottom lip and she dutifully opens her mouth to him. He slips his tongue into her mouth and devours her. He wants to taste every inch of her. When Noah finally pulls away, he is breathless and so is Isabel. 

“I want you to ride me,” Noah pants as he hurriedly undresses. Isabel’s mouth pops open and her eyebrows furrow. She’s never been on top before, even in past relationships. “I got you, okay?” Noah winks at her as she continues to process his request. He settles onto the large bed and leans against the headboard. 

“Crawl to me,” Noah beckons as he strokes his hardening cock. He sucks in his lower lip as Isabel gets on her hands and knees. Her tits bounce with every sway of her hips. “That’s it, God you are gorgeous.” Isabel sits back on her heels waiting for the next direction. “Turn around and straddle me.” 

Isabel’s cheeks heat as arousal pools in her core. She can’t believe Noah is actually letting her on top. She shifts to sit between Noah’s legs facing away from him and then bends her knees to plant her feet on the bed. She yelps when Noah grips her hips and lifts up. She spreads her legs wider as he slowly lowers her pussy down onto his erect cock. 

“Fuck,” Noah groans while Isabel lowers herself more. Isabel bites her lip as he splits her open. She mewls as he bottoms out in her. “How do you feel?” Noah asks before kissing her shoulder.

“So full, but good.” Her head rolls back against his chest.

“Open your eyes pretty girl and look at yourself,” he whispers into her ear. 

Isabel’s eyes bug wide and her mouth pops open. Noah’s large body envelopes her small frame. A blush spreads over her neck and cheeks as she stares at herself bare and exposed. Overcome with shyness, she quickly looks away and covers herself with her arms. 

“It’s ok, Isabel. Do you want to stop?” Noah asks as he brushes a strand of hair away from her face. She takes in a shaky breath. Isabel has never felt so vulnerable before, yet it excites and terrifies her at the same time. 

“No, I just feel overwhelmed. It’s all so new. No one has ever cared for me like you do,” Isabel slowly uncovers herself and rests her hands on her thighs for support. Noah wraps his arms around her to comfort her. 

“We will take it slow, ok?” Isabel nods, breathing in his scent and relishing in Noah’s soothing body heat. 

“Look how good your collar looks around your neck,” Noah coos as he snakes his hand up between her breasts to play with her collar. Isabel’s cheeks flame to his touch around her neck, and instantly her pussy throbs. Noah chuckles against her ear as he feels her arousal drenching his cock. His dick twitches against her walls and she squirms. 

“You like my hand around your neck, dirty girl.”

“It’s your tattoos, and um… your nail polish,” Isabel confesses. She looks away from the mirror, away from Noah as the revelation weighs heavy in the room. 

“Isabel, look at me.” Noah’s hand slides up her throat, a silent threat if she doesn’t comply. Isabel’s heartbeat pounds in her ears. His hand is warm against her throat. She is not quite sure if it’s a welcome sensation. It’s not a hard limit for her and Noah knows it. They’ve never explored breath play before but with the way it makes her feel now, a frenzy of butterflies in the stomach, she wants him to continue. Her eyes meet Noah’s in the mirror. 

“Good girl, now tell me what you want.” Noah’s eye never leaves hers.

“Choke me.” Isabel’s pussy throbs against his touch. Noah grips her throat lightly and presses against the side not to cut off the airflow and slow the blood flow. Isabel keeps her eyes steady on him while she rocks back into Noah as he slowly thrusts into her.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Noah grunts through clenched teeth, applying more pressure for a heartbeat longer before letting go completely. Isabel gasps for air but it drives her to bounce up and down Noah’s cock to chase the pleasure. Noah digs his nails into her hips slamming her body down his aching cock. He loves the way her tits bounce in rhythm with her body. It’s mesmerizing. He could watch her do this all day. 

“I need more,” Isabel requests. Her pussy walls claim his cock again this time she grinds circles around his cock. Noah’s head thunks back against the headboard, his mind starting to haze from the pleasure. He swallows down the pressure building in his core to give his girl what she wants. Isabel’s moan becomes muffled when Noah’s two fingers find the wet heat of her mouth. She closes her eyes and swirls her tongue around his fingers as if it were his cock, getting lost in the fantasy of it all.

“Just imagine it’s my cock in your pretty little mouth.” A shiver crawls down Noah’s spine when Isabel sucks him further into her mouth. 

“Eyes open, Isabel.” Isabel’s pupils blow wide when she watches Noah’s fingers slide in and out her mouth. “That’s my filthy slut, so needy.” Isabel whimpers as Noah pops his fingers from her mouth and immediately splits her folds apart. She jumps slightly, rocking against him when his slick fingers make contact with her sensitive clit. Noah circles her clit as Isabel quickens her pace up and down his cock. 

“I want you to keep going, forever,” Noah’s tone is deep and it sends a spark down Isabel’s spine and straight to her overstimulated clit. 

“Fuck,” she bites out. Noah matches each of her thrusts with his own. “Noah,” her voice breaks as the wave of her orgasm crashes through her. Her head rolls back and eyes flutter close. Noah keeps his firm grip on her as he fucks her through her orgasm. “Hold on, Isabel.” Noah’s thrusts become sporadic as his orgasm explodes through his body. “That was amazing,” Noah pants between breaths. He gently moves Isabel’s jelly legs back between his legs so she can rest on his lap. “How are you doing?” 

“Great,” Isabel hums, her eyes remaining closed. “I’m going to miss you.” When she opens her eyes again she looks at Noah in the mirror. Both of them are sticky with sweat yet glowing under the LED lights. 

“I’m going to miss you too,” Noah kisses her cheek, and they remain entangled in each other’s arms for a breath and a heartbeat longer. 

[anemoflower]

I made my own prompt list of a 30 Days OTP Challenge for selfships and oc x canon ships

If anyone wants to, you can use this list at any time you like, I hope it might be useful :> You can also skip, switch or use your own prompts if one of them is not fitting for your ship! Just have fun!

[This is a remake of a list I did back in 2017]

[gregorovitch-adler]

Beloved

"So, she's alive then. How are we feeling about that?" John asked, holding a whiskey glass in his left hand.

He knew he had wrecked everything by not denying Irene's statement: "Well, I am (gay). Look at us both."

How could he? Wasn't that the truth? Sherlock was the person John and Irene Adler had both fallen for, even though he did not comply with the sexual orientation of either of them.

Once she had hit the core of the matter with a few words, John had no option but to remain speechless; much as he would have loved to retort - just to get a one-up over her in a conversation for once.

On the contrary, John had huffed out a short laugh in approval.

What was worse, Sherlock had heard all that. He had been standing right there the whole time, revealing his presence because of that bloody text alert sound.

Meaning: Sherlock now knew how John felt for him.

John gulped down his throat at the horrifying thought.

Sherlock was holding his violin close to his neck, contemplating which tune to play next. Another song for Irene, John thought bitterly.

John had helped Mrs Hudson with her bruises from those anonymous attackers. Sherlock had taken care of those attackers on his own, and now they were probably locked up in Scotland Yard.

The point was that John had tried to approach Sherlock, wanting to clarify everything after whatever happened in the Battersea Power Station. To make things less awkward, if at all that was possible. But he had been interrupted the first time. So, he was giving it a go once more.

"D'you think you'll be seeing her again?" John pressed, unwilling to let go of this subject today, even after Sherlock's lack of response - which had led to a rather pointed silence in the sitting room.

Sherlock walked closer to the window, without even bothering to turn around. "Happy New Year, John," he said over his shoulder and began to play.

John felt physically sick in his stomach. He sipped on his whiskey, wincing at the burning sensation in his mouth. Somehow, even swallowing a sip of alcohol felt like trying to shove a large piece of rock down his throat.

By not replying to John's very direct questions, Sherlock had made it crystal clear where his interests lay. The Woman.

John had fallen for Sherlock a long time ago. He would sometimes scare himself off with the amount of seriousness he felt whenever he thought about his love for Sherlock.

He was John's beloved, in his mind at least.

Now, if Sherlock had fallen for someone else... who was John to get in the way?

John just wanted to see Sherlock happy and stable. If Irene being alive after all made him feel that, then so be it.

John sighed wistfully, looking in Sherlock's direction one last time, before he made his way to the staircase leading to his bedroom.

Subconsciously, he gripped the whiskey glass tight on his way.

***

Prompt Beloved by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @missdeliadili @lookingforlifeoutthere @peanitbear @a-victorian-girl @calaisreno @curlyjohnlock .

[kingdomof-omens]

Day 1- Dive: Noah x OFC

30 days of Bad Omens Bingo Card here Masterlist Can also be found on Wattpad and AO3 This is a work of fiction based on real people. If you don't like it, don't read it.

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Pairing: Noah x OFC (Melody)

Warning: P in V sex, female oral sex, mentions of alcohol/drinking/bars, one-nighter, squirting

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Being on a date with Noah Sebastian, yes the Noah Sebastian, was not on Melody's bingo card. When she saw him pop up on her dating app, she had to swipe right. She definitely thought it was a weirdo that was catfishing as Noah, someone that was going to string innocent star-struck girls along and possibly scam them out of money. She expected it, to be honest. She was bored, though, and no other person on her dating app had impressed her much for them to go on a date. She figured if she could waste the time of some catfisher, she could save some other hopeless girl from being a victim.

They were "in town for tour" and looking for someone "dtf for one night". She rolled her eyes at her screen. She knew for sure that Noah would never do something like this. A famous rockstar on a dating app for hookups? Yeah, right. He probably had a list of women in his phone willing to fly out for such an occasion if he ever needed. 

So when the person behind Noah's picture suggested meeting at a local bar, she couldn't resist. She wanted to look the person in the eye and scold them for wasting people's time and for being such an asshole to unsuspecting girls. They suggested for Melody to meet them that night, and it worked for her because it just so happened that her best friend worked at the bar they were meeting at. She texted her friend about the details of her date and to look out for her; she wasn't stupid, knowing that something terrible could go wrong. And she definitely wasn't going to be a victim of this loser.

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She arrived to the bar, taking a seat at the table in the back corner like "Noah" had suggested. Her friend eyed her from across the room, nodding in acknowledgement that she was there and that he saw her. He would keep an eye out for her tonight, and she was very thankful for that. She opened up her app and texted the person she was meeting that she had arrived and she was seated, waiting for them. She also shot her friend a text message with a drink order for her. She saw him pull out of his phone and start making her cosmo just the way she liked it.

After about 15 minutes, she was getting bored and her drink had been consumed. This person hadn't showed yet, and she knew that they were going to chicken out. It's hard to pretend you're someone when it's in person and not on a screen. She was gathering her items together to go pay for her drink and leave when someone walked up to the table, startling her.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Didn't anticipate the traffic to be horrible on the way here." The man spoke to her, sitting down across from her. She looked up from her purse and she'd be damned. It really was Noah. This was not what she had expected, and her jaw drop was an obvious give away.

"Uh, you okay? You knew you were meeting me here, right?" Noah asked her, leaning in slightly. 

"Oh, uh well." She closed her mouth. "Well I knew I was talking to Noah on the app, but I didn't think I was actually talking to Noah." She confessed. He chuckled at her, flagging down a waiter to place an order for a drink.

"Yeah...I figured as much. I've never done this before, by the way. It's funny because you hear the stories about people pretending to be you on websites and shit, so I was totally not expecting someone to actually swipe right and agree to meet. I was expecting you to stand me up."

"I could say the same. I thought you were someone catfishing and since you were late, I thought they weren't going to show in fear of being caught."

They both laughed at their confessions as the waiter brought Noah his drink. The waiter turned to Melody and took an order for another cosmo, assuring that they would be back in a moment with it.

"So, Mr. Lead Singer, why join a dating app for a quick fuck and not hit up some girl you know will keep your secret?" She asked as the waiter put her drink down in front of her. She saw the waiter's eyes widen at the question, him scurrying off quickly as to not intrude.

"Despite the rumors, I do not have pussy lined up in my phone. Okay, so that's wrong. I could probably message some random girl on twitter and she'd cream her pants just because I sent a comma." He laughed, taking a sip of his whiskey. "I've just been really fuckin stressed lately and need something different to take the edge off, you know?"

She nodded in confirmation, sipping on her drink. "So, the pussy you've been getting is boring?"

"I haven't been getting pussy, that's the problem." He confessed to her, placing his arms on the table, interlocking his fingers. She brought her arms on the table as well, placing her chin in one hand. "Hm, well, that can change." 

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They talked for about an hour, bantering with each other and teasing each other under the table. She had moved her leg to rub his underneath the table, him bringing his hand down to caress at the smooth skin. They talked rules, what was off limits, and the expectation of being discreet about tonight. They had made a plan to not be caught leaving together, knowing that someone in the bar would eventually post it online that the two had left together. Noah would leave first. She would sit and look disappointed, go up and pay for her drink, and leave about five minutes later. He had slipped the keycard to his hotel under the table to her, placing it in her opened purse. He also left a $50 bill to pay for her drinks. He was a gentleman, after all.

She knew she played her part perfectly when an older gentleman stopped her as she was exiting the bar, offering to take her back to his place since it looked like her date bombed. She scrunched up her nose at the man declining his offer, before turning to her friend and waving goodbye.

She stood outside of Noah's hotel door now, keycard in hand. He didn't stay but a five minute drive from the bar, but she decided to be extra discreet and take the long way around the city, coming into the hotel from the back, adding 15 minutes to the drive. She turned the card over in her hand, debating if this was actually real life, or if she was going to wake up at any moment with an ache in between her legs. Taking a deep breath, she inserted the card into the door lock, the light turning green. She looked both ways down the hallway to make sure there was no wandering eyes before turning the handle and crossing the threshold into the room.

Before she could even shut the door behind her, she was pushed up against the side wall, Noah's warm body covering her. She gasped as his hands came to a rest on the wall above her head and he kicked the door shut with his foot. He leaned into her ear, whispering words that had her whimpering against his shirt. 

"I've been waiting to dive right into that pussy."

He brought his mouth down to hers, colliding them with the force of pure desire. Her hands immediately went around his back, gripping onto his shirt and he pressed her further into the wall. His hands came down and grabbed her head, keeping it steady while his tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking for entry. She complied, her tongue darting out to lick into his mouth.

She reached down and grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it up to strip it off of him. They broke their kiss off long enough for him to take off the shirt, his mouth attacking hers again as he tossed the shirt onto the floor. She moaned into the kiss, rutting her hips forwards into his body. He reached down and tapped the backs of her thighs, telling her to jump into his arms. Her arms went around his neck and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his calloused fingers digging into her ass tightly.

He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath in between short pants. "Bedroom?"

She nodded, looking into Noah's eyes, and gulping between soft pants of her own. "God, please." He chuckled against her lips as he moved her body off of the wall, turning and walking towards the hotel bedroom. "I'm not God, but you'll be calling me that by the end of the night." She leaned forwards and connected their lips again, heat and excitement taking over.

He walked her into the bedroom and dropped her body onto the mattress, her slightly bouncing. She scooted up the bed, laying her head on top of the pillows as he crawled his way in between her legs and attached their lips again, one hand caressing her side while the other held him up above her. Her legs came to wrap around his hips again, rutting against his growing erection.

He sat up on his knees, staring down at Melody. His hands were rubbing the soft skin of her legs around him, before traveling down and grabbing the waistband of the shorts and panties she wore that night. He tugged them down, her lifting her ass to help him remove the articles of clothing. She spread her legs, him pulling her bottoms from her body and tossing them over his shoulder.

He pushed her knees apart and up into her chest, gazing at her spread core below him. He could see her arousal slicking her folds already, the sticky substance also coating her inner thighs.

"Oh baby girl, so wet for me already." He breathed out, moving his body so his face would be level with her cunt. His hands held her legs up, keeping her open for him. She moaned when she felt his warm breath puff over her pussy.

He wasted no time, his tongue gently swiping out licking her entrance and dragging up her folds to circle her swollen clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth, suckling on the nub slightly before nipping at it with his teeth. "And you taste so fucking good." He whispered into her core, dragging his tongue through her folds again, a moan escaping from her chest.

Melody was grabbing one breast and massaging it through her shirt while her other hand came down to grab at the short hair on Noah's head. She rolled her hips into his face, moaning when his tongue dipped into her entrance, licking up her seeping arousal.

He sat up quickly, her arousal coating his lips and chin, and grabbed her shirt, ripping it upwards. She sat up as he pulled the shirt off of her. He was unhooking her bra when she kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth when she tasted herself on his tongue. He discarded her bra and pushed her back down onto the pillows, him sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. His hand grabbed her other tit, his long fingers rolling and pinching her other nipple while his mouth licked and sucked at her bud.

She was moaning beneath him, rutting her hips into his. Her hands were tangled in his hair, holding his head against her chest as he played with her nipples. 

He pulled off of her nipple, slowly kissing down her belly as his hand spread her legs back open for him. His tongue slid through her folds again, causing her to groan from deep in her chest.

He was working her clit with his mouth when she felt his finger press against her hole. She pressed her body down, his finger slightly entering her and she moaned as that slight touch eased some of her ache.

"So needy, aren't you?" He teased, speaking against her pussy. He pushed his finger farther into her, pressing against the spongy spot inside of her and rubbing it gently. This pulled a whine out of her lungs, her hips rolling into his face.

He sucked her clit back into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the swollen nub as his finger worked her from the inside. He could feel her cunt clench around his finger as he kept rubbing at the spot inside of her, her moans filling the air around them.

He let go of her leg and brought his hand up, cupping her breast. He grabbed her nipple, rolling and tugging on it as he tongue kept assaulting her clit. Her moans were becoming more frequent, her kips rolling with fervor, and he could see her toes curl. Her face was blissed out in pure ecstasy,  with her eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Going to cum for me?" He asked, pumping his finger in and out of her cunt. Her eyes shot open, looking down at him, quickly nodding and moaning when his finger brushed against the spot inside of her again.

He pulled his hand out, her whining at the loss of contact, before he added another finger and plunged both of them inside of her. She cried out in pleasure at the added finger, his tongue lapping at her core again. She could feel the pleasure bubbling in her belly and she knew she was close to release. She took her hand and placed it on the bottom of her stomach, pressing into the skin.

He knew what she was doing and he moaned into her cunt, stopping his fingers from pumping into her, opting to just massage the spongy area inside of her. Her breath quickened and her moans got louder, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth again, her body tensed up, orgasm washing over her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she cried out. He felt her gush around his fingers, her body convulsing with the waves of pleasure. Her legs were shaking around his head and he took his hand that was pinching her nipple and held her open, still sucking and licking at her clit. His hand inside of her was still massaging her sweet spot, drawing as much of her release out as he could.

He finally pulled away from her when she pulled his face off of her, still shaking from the earth shattering orgasm. He smiled at her, withdrawing his fingers and wiping his mouth off with the back of his arm, looking down and seeing a wet spot coating the bed below them. She was finally able to relax into the covers of the bed when her orgasm finished coursing through her veins.

"Holy shit, you did not tell me you could do that." He spoke to her with a smile, leaning down to capture her lips in a quick kiss.

She took a deep breath and chuckled. "I've only ever done that a few times in my life, mostly by myself so it surprised me too."

"I think it's fucking sexy. Can you do it again?" He asked, his hand holding her cheek.

"I don't know, I've never done it twice in one round before." She admitted shyly, cupping the hand on her cheek.

He just smirked at her and moved to stand up from the bed. She looked down and saw the tent in his pants, his cock straining against his zipper. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down his legs and stepping out of them before crawling back over her. He pumped his cock a few times before holding it and pressing it up against her entrance, looking up at her for permission.

She nodded, gasping when she felt the head of his cock breach her entrance. He wasn't huge, a little bigger than average, but she still felt the sting of pain as he slowly entered her, filling her up. She reached out and grabbed the covers on the bed, sighing when he was fully seated inside of her.

He moaned at the feeling of her warm, wet pussy walls gripping around him. "Oh my god, you're so fighting tight." He breathed out, steadying himself and holding onto her knees. He sat there for a moment, letting her body get used to him before she told him through a breathy moan to "just move".

He pulled his hips back gingerly, thrusting back into her slowly, feeling himself splitting her open. He moaned when her pussy clenched around him again, causing his cock to twitch inside of her.

He kept thrusting into her slowly, letting go of her knee and bringing his hand down for his thumb to circle at her clit. She moaned out, grabbing his arm. "Fuck me harder. Please, I need you." She begged him.

Noah smirked and grabbed her hips, snapping into her once quickly. She cried out, a crease forming in between her eyebrows from pleasure. He pulled back, continuing to thrust into her harshly, her tits bouncing from the force.

Moaning beneath him, she opened her eyes and locked onto his. His eyes were filled with desire and something else she couldn't pinpoint in that moment. His eyes were almost black, his jaw slacked, and he was panting with his thrusts. Her brain was melting from the pleasure coursing through her body, the string in her belly winding up tighter and tighter.

His tattooed arm moved to bring his hand to her cunt again, his thumb rubbing harshly against her clit. His other hand was still on her hip, gripping so hard that there would most likely be bruises. He groaned when her hips rolled into his hand, her pussy clenching around him. He could feel the ache in his belly growing, his orgasm approaching quickly. 

"Gonna cum for me again? Gonna squirt all over my cock?" He asked her, leaning down capturing her lips in a kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands coming up to pull on his hair. 

"Just like that! Please don't stop!" She cried out when he angled his hips to pound into the sweet spot inside of her.

He sat up on his knees again, still fucking into her harshly, when his grip on her hip let go, pressing down on the soft spot below her belly button. His thumb was still rubbing her clit, and he could feel from the arousal coating his cock that she was close.

"C'mon baby girl." He panted. "I'm not done until you- ugh, until you cum again." 

"Don't...stop...please." She begged underneath of him, her whole body moving with the force of his thrusts. "Oh my god, I'm gon- I'm gonna cum!" She yelled out, grabbing the pillow underneath of her head.

He felt her pussy clench around him so tightly he thought it was going to cut his dick off. He moaned at the feeling, looking down and seeing her release gushing out from around his cock, moaning again at the sensation. His thumb was still attacking her clit and he slowed his thrusts slightly to work her through her release. Her entire body was shaking, her gasping for air in between moans and groans.

He moved his thumb off of her clit, pulling out of her and grabbed his cock. He held onto his orgasm so long, he came almost as soon as he pulled out of her, shooting hot ribbons across her stomach. He groaned out, feeling the wave of pleasure hugging his body as his balls emptied out. He slowed his hand, milking himself of his release when he opened his eyes, feeling lightheaded.

She was underneath of him, staring down at his cock, grabbing her tits. She looked into his eyes and moaned with a smirk on her face. He moved to lay down beside her on his back to catch his breath when he heard her chuckle.

He looked over at her seeing her already facing him, a smile spread across her cheeks. "So, that's a new record, by the way." She told him, gaining a chuckle from him in response.

"Glad to be of service." He panted out, giving her a thumbs up. She laughed and closed her eyes, her body spent and tired.

He got up and got a washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning himself off of her, before handing her his shirt.

"Stay? We can lay on the couch, cause uh...I don't think you want to sleep in that." He suggested, pointing down onto the bed where her release soaked the duvet and sheets.

She brought her hands up, burying her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry about that. I bet the cleaning fee is going to be crazy expensive."

"Don't be sorry, baby girl. I fucking loved it. As a matter of fact, I think we can try a new record tomorrow morning?"

She giggled as she walked past him out of the bedroom. All he could hear as she walked over to the couch was her mumbling to herself: "What did I get myself into?"

[hezuart]

Don't watch then? If you're going to be disappointed no matter what then don't watch

I think some people don't realize that Helluva and Hazbin are capable of good writing, that they are capable of amazing animation, good songs, and ideas. They HAVE that stuff, they've done it before, and continue to do it, not as often as before, but there are diamonds in the rough. It's the execution and vast changes in direction that fall flat, that are not good because the direction is lost, interactions become contradictory, the story doesn't seem as complex... and from a fandom standpoint, a lot of people within a fandom write fics, comics, or draw art based off things they wanted to see more of in the show. AUs to twist a direction, explore different arcs, expand a character, showcase a potential relationship- all of which the show did not. Whether a show is super good or terribly horrible, out of hype or spite, it is still an inspiration.

[alexthesillybilly]

oooooooohhugyghh the springtrap brainrot is hitting real hard today. specifically the angsty parts.

my headcanon is that his actual body, the corpse, is still technically, somehow alive. he's still breathing. he still feels hunger and thirst and tired, but he just...can't do any of them. his body is essentially forced to breathe even with the springlocks puncturing his lungs. he's starving and exhausted and suffocating but he can't die. he is on the verge of death at all times but nothing can push him past that. and that's just the physical side of things. the complete loss of any sense or communication or stimulation while stuck in that room for 30 years wouldve been so, so much worse than any physical sensation. he's stuck in this pitch black room, in his own pain, with nothing to do except think, or do some mindless movement like pacing. he'd tried everything- trying to scream for help until he couldn't make noise at all. throwing himself against the door to force it open. nothing worked. all he could do was hope and beg that someday that door would open and he'd get himself out of this damn room- but until then it was the same every day. forgetting who he was. forgetting any language skills, forgetting people. forgetting how to be a human. delusions and hallucinations constantly tearing at his sense of what was real and what wasn't, until the line between that room, himself, and the outside world became blurred. he wasn't in that room anymore- he was that room. feeling the walls closing in pressing harder and harder until eventually leaving the room was merely a forgotten memory.

you will never leave this room.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Thirty: Professor/Student - Chan/Jeongin

Tags: Prof!Jeongin, student!Chan, age swap, age gap, taboo relationship, semi-public sex (office), thigh riding, blowjob

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Chan adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder and took a deep breath. He had read the label on the door at least three times already. Dr. Yang Jeongin. His music theory professor. And the man he had been pining after since he had started college the year before. Jeongin was one of the youngest professors at the university at thirty years old, and it was no secret that half of the student population had crushes on him. He was hot, and Chan was not going to deny that. He was included in the population that liked him after all. 

That was why he was so nervous. This was his first time coming to Jeongin’s office. And the worst part was, he did not have innocent motives. Sure, his grade in the class wasn’t that great and the recent homework he had gotten on music theory was too complicated for even the most seasoned musicians to understand, but that was not why he was there. He wasn’t there for help. He was there for Jeongin. 

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Chan clenched and unclenched his fists. He could do this. He had put a little more effort in his appearance today. He was wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans that made his ass look amazing and a crop-top that showed off his hard-earned abs, and he had done a bit of smokey eyeliner. He thought he looked pretty good and he just hoped Jeongin thought so too. 

He finally knocked on the office door and heard Jeongin call, “Come in!” from the other side. A thrill passed through Chan’s body and he opened the door, stepping inside Jeongin’s office. Jeongin was sitting at his desk, flipping through some papers, and when Chan entered he smiled. “Chan-ah, come in! What brings you here?” Another thing that everyone loved about him was how nice he was. But Chan wasn’t hoping for niceties. 

He set his bag down and stretched a little bit. His top rose up, landing just underneath his pecs. “Ah, so you know how my grades are, yeah? And the new homework you gave us,” he started, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt. “I was just…I dunno, I just want to do good in the class, but I’m having a hard time.” He could do better if he really tried, but Jeongin was a huge distraction. Half the time he ended up staring at him instead of writing notes. And sometimes, he felt like Jeongin looked back. But he never wanted to assume. 

“Alright,” Jeongin said with a nod. “You’re right, your grades in this class aren’t…the best , but you’re doing great in all your other classes.” Chan gulped. “Is there any particular reason you might be struggling in my class?” 

Someone in the hall giggled as they walked by and Chan’s heart raced. “I don’t know. I feel like I…might be getting a little distracted in class.” He tried to stifle his nerves as he looked Jeongin up and down. “And the material is more difficult to understand.” 

Jeongin met his gaze and adjusted his glasses. “Okay…distracted? By what, Chan-ah?” 

Chan loved when Jeongin said his name. It flowed off his tongue like honey. “I think you know, yeah?” he said, dropping his head a bit so that he could look at Jeongin through his lashes. Jeongin immediately caught on. He swallowed visibly and straightened up a bit. 

“Chan…” He said his name like a warning but Chan wasn’t listening. 

“I really need your help, Professor,” he said, pouting. “I want to be a good student.” 

Jeongin tongued his cheek and the action made Chan’s stomach swoop. “I’m your professor…I don’t…I don’t think this is appropriate.” 

Chan tilted his head innocently. “What? I’m just asking for help. I don’t get it.” He took a couple slow, deliberate steps towards Jeongin’s desk and placed his hands on the edge of it. 

“Don’t play that game. You know exactly what you’re doing,” Jeongin said, eyeing Chan pointedly. 

“That’s the problem, I don’t think I do. So tell me, please Jeongin-ssi, is there something I can do? Any extra credit I can do at all to bring my grade up?” Chan asked, continuing to play up his act. Jeongin’s gaze hardened and a shiver went down Chan’s spine. 

“I don’t think so,” he said, but there was some hesitance in his voice. Chan leaned in a bit and Jeongin’s breath hitched. Hook, line, and sinker. 

Chan’s top stretched across his chest as he leaned over his hands. He watched with giddy excitement as Jeongin’s eyes went from his face to his defined pecs and then back to his face like it was nothing. Oh he wanted him so badly. “Are you sure? There’s nothing at all?” 

“Chan-ah I can’t–” Jeongin wet his lips. “I can’t do that. Not for extra credit. That’s wrong.” 

He frowned and let out a little sigh. “Okay…but what if I want to do something whether extra credit is involved or not?” He looked Jeongin up and down and his stomach sparked with arousal at the way Jeongin’s breathing turned shallower. 

“I’m your professor. And I’m ten years older than you,” Jeongin stated, but it sounded like excuses in Chan’s ears. 

“I’m an adult and that doesn’t matter to me. Do you want it or not?” he asked. “I promise you won’t regret it.” 

Jeongin tongued his cheek and looked from Chan to the door and then back to Chan. He narrowed his eyes. “Chan-ah, shut the door. I want to discuss something important with you.” Chan’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat. He wasn’t expecting Jeongin to actually agree. He was expecting to get totally rejected and sent from his office with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

“I said shut the door.” 

Chan was brought back to the moment and he quickly nodded, making his way over to the door to close it. “Yeah, sorry.” When he turned around, Jeongin was getting up from his desk, his finger hooked around the neck of his tie to loosen it. Any of the previous shyness in Jeongin’s demeanor was gone, replaced with the Jeongin Chan had seen whenever students were acting up or someone decided to disrespect him. It made his whole body tingle. 

As Jeongin stepped into his personal space, he was suddenly hyper aware of their height difference. Jeongin didn’t tower over him, but he was tall enough that he had to look up to make direct eye contact. 

“You know, I could lose my job,” Jeongin said as he cupped Chan’s cheek. 

“I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m not going to go around telling everyone,” Chan said with a slight frown. Jeongin huffed out a gentle laugh and his fox-like eyes crinkled a bit around the edges. 

“I know. You’re good, Chan,” he said, his voice softening. It ran over Chan like velvet. “I just want you to know. This is a big risk. I think that should tell you what you do to me.” 

A full-body shiver hit Chan full force and he sucked in a breath. “Oh.” 

Jeongin smirked and it twisted Chan’s stomach in delicious ways. “Mhm. Oh .” His other hand found Chan’s waist and then suddenly his lips were on his and they were kissing. Chan instantly became puddy in his hands. His knees felt weak so he grabbed onto his shoulders to stabilize himself and pressed his body against his. His lips were so soft and the warm scent of his cologne invaded Chan’s lungs, making him dizzy. The rush kissing Jeongin gave him was instantaneous. His heart had already been beating a thousand miles a minute, but now he was worried people outside the door could hear it. He was kissing Jeongin. His professor. Jeongin was kissing him . 

He was quickly growing hard in his jeans and it only got worse when Jeongin began using his tongue, flicking the tip over his bottom lip before dipping in to taste him. Chan had a lot of experience with kissing and he knew he was good at it, but Jeongin was godly. It was clear he had a lot of experience and that thought made Chan shudder. While he had a lot of experience kissing, he didn’t have a lot of experience with sex. Fuck, he wanted Jeongin to teach him. He wanted him to make him never want anyone else. 

A whine crawled up Chan’s throat and he dug his fingers into Jeongin’s shoulders. “Professor,” he mumbled against his mouth. Jeongin continued kissing him and the constant press of his lips made it hard to think. But his pants were starting to feel so tight and desperation was beginning to tug at his stomach. “J-Jeongin-ssi, please.” 

“Mm?” Jeongin hummed, pulled back a bit. “What do you want?”

“I’m–fuck—you’re such a good kisser,” Chan groaned. Jeongin smiled widely in amusement. 

“I could say the same about you.” He stroked Chan’s cheek with his thumb, then moved his hand to the back of Chan’s head to tangle his fingers in his dark locks. “So tell me, what do you want? I don’t have anything here since I wasn’t really expecting any of my…students…to proposition me. But there’s still things we can do.” 

He pushed his thigh between Chan’s legs and he gasped, mouth falling open. He rolled his hips forward without even thinking and Jeongin grinned. “Yeah? You want to get off on my thigh like this?” 

Chan’s cheeks burned with shame but he continued grinding down on Jeongin’s thigh. The stimulation was perfect and Jeongin’s thigh was solid and muscular. He wasn’t as built as Chan himself was, but he was still strong and solid. 

Jeongin pushed his thigh up to meet the movement of his hips and the moan he let out was far too loud. If anyone had passed by at that moment, they would have heard. There was a tug to his hair and he whined again. “You’re so sensitive. And so loud. You have such a pretty voice, just like when you sing. But you’re gonna have to hold back for me now.” 

Chan swallowed thickly and nodded. He bit his bottom lip and did his best to swallow down his noises even when Jeongin dipped his head to mouth at his neck. He kissed just below his jaw and then began kissing down, occasionally grazing his teeth along his skin. He didn’t suck–it was too risky to send Chan out of his office with marks–but that was okay. Just the wet press of his mouth was enough to make the heat in Chan’s stomach grow like a wildfire. 

He continued rutting against Jeongin’s thigh, biting his lip so hard it tasted metallic. The friction against his cock was almost painful but the pleasure dampened the pain so he didn’t stop. When Jeongin licked up the column of his throat and tugged on his hair again a moan vibrated in his throat and his cock throbbed. 

“You gonna come on my thigh?” Jeongin asked, the brush of his lips sending tingles all over Chan’s skin. His eyes rolled back and he nodded. 

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘m gonna come,” Chan breathed, still trying to keep his voice low even though all he wanted to do was cry out Jeongin’s name. It was embarrassing that he had gotten close this fast, but he had been craving Jeongin for so long. He’d already been semi-hard the moment he walked into his professor’s office. 

“Thought with all that confidence you’d hold out a little longer,” Jeongin teased. 

Chan trembled. The words shot straight to his cock even though shame burned hot in his gut. “I’m–I’m not the most experienced,” he admitted. Jeongin’s breath hitched and he exhaled shakily. 

“I’m surprised. You’re so beautiful. I would’ve thought other students would be lining up to have you,” he said before kissing the side of his neck. 

“Yeah? They–I dunno. I’ve only wanted one person here.” 

A hum vibrated against Chan’s skin and he shivered. He was so sensitive all over. It felt like every sense was heightened to new levels and it was almost too much. Everything was so hot–Jeongin’s mouth on his neck, his thigh between his legs, the throbbing of his heavy cock as he grinded against him–he felt like he was going to explode. 

The familiar tightening of Chan’s stomach and the tensing of his muscles came before he could even process it. When the pressure reached its peak he dropped his head to Jeongin’s shoulder to muffle his moans against him. His cock twitched pathetically in his pants, spurting cum into his underwear. It was embarrassing to come like this, even though Jeongin let him, and wanted him to. His pants were soiled and there was a wet stain forming on the front. 

But Jeongin looked at him with nothing but hunger and fondness. “That’s a good boy. I knew you’d be pretty when you came.” 

Chan flushed under the praise but he accepted gladly anyway. “Thank you,” he said, biting his lip. He looked down at Jeongin and took in the sight of his tented dress pants. “I want to make you come, too.” He pressed his palm to Jeongin’s erection and he hissed. 

“A-ahh,” Jeongin moaned softly. It was music to Chan’s ears, prettier than anything he ever heard. But Jeongin shook his head. “I have a meeting soon. I don’t think it would be good to show up…after that.” 

Chan frowned softly. “But can you show up to a meeting hard?” 

Jeongin pursed his lips. “I–it can wait.”

“Please,” Chan said, removing his hand and dropping to his knees. He’d only given a couple of blowjobs before, but Jeongin could lead him. “I was good, but I need to get an A plus. I can do even better.” There was mischief in his eyes as he looked up at Jeongin and the professor could see the playfulness behind his words. 

He glanced at the clock and then looked back down at Chan. When he reached to undo his belt, a giddy grin split across his face. 

“You’re gonna have to swallow, Chan-ah,” he said, reaching down with one hand to thread his fingers through his hair. He pulled out his cock and saliva pooled in Chan’s mouth. He could feel himself already twitching again in his pants, but he would have to ignore that. For now. 

“I won’t let a drop go to waste,” he said, determined. Jeongin smiled. 

“I knew you’d like that. Now open up.” 

Chan’s eyes sparkled and before he let his jaw relax, he licked his lips and said, “Yes, Professor.”