#i've had crushes before but i don't count them lol

[rimunagenius]

Would you be down to do a Kate fic where reader is a new transfer and Kate keeps seeing her all over campus and is quickly crushing on her (like she’s down BAD) Then one day when she’s going to meet Caitlin for lunch/coffee/something lol she sees her walking with r laughing then saying goodbye. Kate immediately starts interrogating CC the second she’s within earshot because she wants to find out everything she can about her mystery girl. CC laughs and says she transferred to play soccer and they’re in x class together. Then she’s like as fun as this is I’m starving so can we go eat now. From there she literally sees her everywhere because her and CC start to hang out outside of class, once she finds out r also played basketball in high school and college (focusing on soccer when she transferred) she invites her to pickup games or practice when she knows they’ll be using the managers to scrimmage and this is where Kate finally meets her and is officially smitten. R thinks she’s absolutely adorable and hopes this is the girl Cait said she wanted to introduce her to.

Everywhere

ʚ paring: Kate Martin x reader

ʚ word count: 2.2k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , other than that, none that i can think of other than the use of y/n.

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: okay so anon, i love this idea!!…i loved it and im so sorry it took so long to write it and i may possibly consider writing a part two! I love the idea of Kate being so smitten for reader. she’s a sucker for a pretty lady! also i hope it’s okay that i kinda made the reader a ghost to kate..like kate needed to be actively LOOKING so it’d be better for when she actually saw her and i feel like this could’ve have been better so im sorry if it didn’t meet your expectations 😭

Everywhere. You were literally everywhere. She was definitely not complaining about it though. You were actually so beautiful. You were everywhere but near her. You took over her whole mind since this morning.

She saw you on what she assumed to be your first day. You looked like a lost puppy walking around looking for your class. "Hey, you doing okay?" Kate approached you, sliding one of the sides of her headphones behind her ear. God, you looked even prettier up close.

"Uh, yeah? I don't know where the science building is. I've been looking for about twenty minutes and no luck." You sighed, checking your phone, your friend Caitlin texting you while you pulled your schedule up.

"I can help. If you want?" Kate gave you a warm smile, looking down at your phone. She recognized the professor, having had him her sophomore year. It was a general education requirement for her major. "Oh, I've had him before. I can walk you and show you."

"That'd be great, thanks." The walk was quiet, kind of awkward. Kate was nervous to make small talk. She never thought this far ahead. Hell, she didn't even know she was walking up to you until you responded to her.

Kate thought about it the whole way to her next class. She thought about it the whole way back to her home. She thought about you. The way you smiled at her when she offered her help. She didn't know what was happening.

She's seen many pretty girls before and felt attracted to them but not like this. She's barely known you—talked to you for a total of three minutes...It wasn't possible. It wasn't going to be a thing. She'd probably never see you again. This campus was too big.

Kate had thought about you, and she wouldn’t lie and say that she didn’t try looking for you either. She’d take her time walking to classes throughout that day and to Carver Arena. She’d stop to get coffee and snacks she wasn’t going to finish. She just wanted to see you. You were the most prettiest girl she has ever seen. She tried to find you all the rest of the day. With no luck, and her taking her sweet time to get to practice, she didn’t see you.

When she left for a later class, right after practice, after practice had ended at six pm, she had finally seen you and Caitlin walking together. It was the most shocking yet, anxiety inducing thing she’s seen since she left you earlier that morning.

She was a ways behind you both, recognizing Caitlin first, still in her practice uniform. You were both heading the same way she was, so she just decided to stay behind instead of going to talk to Cait. She wasn’t going to go anywhere near you both, scared of being that close again and having to introduce herself. She’d be an absolute mess. It barely worked this morning, and she was not taking her chances.

It wasn’t until she saw you walking away, meeting up with this other girl, and saying goodbye to Caitlin, that she decided to catch Caitlin before she left. “Caitlin!” Her walk speeding up, looking in your direction making sure you didn’t hear her.

Caitlin looked behind her to see her frantic teammate running up to her. “Yes, Kate?” She smiled nervously, watching the blonde dart her eyes between you and her.

“Who is that?” Kate looked to you, blushing. Pointing subtly towards you to make sure Caitlin knew exactly who she was talking about. That’s when Caitlin smiled. “That’s my friend! She just transferred here. She’s playing soccer now.”

“What do you mean ‘she plays soccer now’? What did she play before?” Kate wanted to know everything about you. She already knew you were the prettiest girl she’s ever seen. But she wanted to know more.

“She played basketball too. Got a full ride to UC Berkeley with it.” Caitlin nodded her head, continuing on the path she was headed to. “We were on our way to our class, but her soccer teammate needed her for a minute so I said i’d meet her there.”

“Oh, okay. How do you know her? Has she always been that pretty? How many classes do you guys have together? Maybe I can “walk” you to it?” Kate started to ramble any question that came to mind about you. All of which were about anything and everything besides your name.

“Oh, my god. Kate. Slow down. Why so many questions?” Caitlin laughed, already having a small idea as to what was happening. “Just ask her tomorrow.”

Kate’s throat went dry. What did she mean? “I’m sorry, what?” Kate choked out. Caitlin gave Kate a blank stare.

“I invited her to our pickup game tomorrow. Just talk to her then.” Kate was already so excited but dreading tomorrow.

She really really wanted to see you, but she started to think about how you’d see her play and she’d have to possibly guard you. This was a lot. Kate definitely did not let this go. She was starting to get too nervous. She was getting self conscious. She wanted to impress you.

Kate got up the next morning to a text from Caitlin asking to get there earlier than planned for a shoot around before the pickup game. The reason why was very vague but she decided to go early. Caitlin had asked her multiple other times to meet up and practice shots. That’s where Kate had developed better confidence in her far-range shots. Her three game improving significantly.

But the more Kate thought about it, she didn’t even get your name yesterday. Not even from Caitlin.

Her nerves were through the roof as she walked out the house and set on her way to Carver.

Her face grew hot and red, suddenly her relaxed and otherwise friendly demeanor turned shy and antsy as she got closer and closer to you both, standing on the court while she set her stuff down. That’s why she wanted her early…forgetting to mention the why.

“Hey, Cait.” Kate walked up to Caitlin, her eyes darting between you and her. She was so nervous. You were just so pretty and so close she just couldn’t take it.

“Hey! This is my friend, y/n.” Caitlin looked to Kate, and then to you. You shook Kate’s hand. Immediately recognizing the pretty girl who had helped you find your class yesterday.

You smiled. Yesterday after she walked you all the way to your class, before you had walked in you thanked her and watched her go on her way. She looked nervous but so did you. You walked up to the door but stopped to look behind you. What made it more awkward is you both caught eachothers eye at the same time.

Cait💕

“You find your class okay?”

“yeah! some really nice girl helped me find my class.”

“Oh, awesome! The people here are way nicer than the people from California huh?”

Caitlin and you had grown up together. Two girls who loved the game of basketball. You got a full ride to UC Berkeley. Iowa skipping over you for an offer but getting Caitlin. You honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You got to experience life outside of Iowa. It was a fun experience. You loved California but still keeping in touch with back home. You would’ve stayed if your injury your sophomore season didn’t pull you out of the sport completely.

Tearing your meniscus, ACL, PCL, and MCL. You tore them over a span of a couple years. Your ACL and PCL being the first to go in your junior season of highschool. The MCL your freshman year of college. You had been halfway into your sophomore season at Berkeley when you tore your meniscus.

You were told you were able to recover and go back, but your coach didn’t like that you were getting injured and submitted an appeal to have your full ride taken. That’s when the dean advised you to find a different career outside of basketball. So, you entered the transfer portal, losing your full ride, and ended back up in Iowa for senior year. You had played soccer growing up as well with your brother. You kept up with it outside of basketball only small scrimmages, nothing too serious so you weren’t injured for basketball. But Iowa had a great soccer team and you missed home, so you decided to come back and come back to soccer.

“They’re way nicer for sure…and wayyy cuter😉”

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy”

“you laughed at, ‘Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy’ ”

You were excited to meet the friends Caitlin made here in Iowa City after you left. Wanted to meet the women she talked so highly of. So when she texted you last night asking if you wanted to shoot around before doing a pick up game, you immediately said yes. Something about wanted to introduce you to a friend, hence having to get there early.

“Oh, you walked me to my class yesterday!” You stuck your hand out and waited for Kate to shake it.

Kate had been staring at you. She didn’t mean it in a rude or freaky way. She just was in shock. There was no way you knew Caitlin. “Uh, yeah! I’m Kate. I don’t think we formally introduced ourselves yesterday.” Kate giggled.

Caitlin raised her eyebrows. There was no way Kate was the cute girl you mentioned to her yesterday. No way. And there’s no way you had Kate Martin giggling at a handshake. This elicited a random giggle and ‘no way’. You and Kate turned your heads and looked at her confused. It finally clicked to Caitlin.

“Oh! Nothing nothing. Just that—Oh! Look! My ball!” She walked away to the ball she left at half court, leaving you two to stand in awkward silence before opting to get started. You guys were going for about an hour before Caitling and Kate walked up to the small team Caitlin put together. You watched them two walk away, shaking your head before walking over to your team.

That’s when Kate turned to look back at you. Watching you immediately make friends with the girls in your team. Which happened to be her friends too. Kate turned back to the team, a huddle being held…Kate’s face grew even more rosy when she saw her best friend caught on to what was happening. Caitlin had been giving her the biggest smirk when they made eye contact. Was it really that obvious that she had a crush on you? Could she even call it that? She just met you formally seconds ago.

The shoot around is where you and Kate really got to know each other. Exchanging stories and experiences, her asking all kinds of questions of what it was like in California.

How you knew Caitlin, which she was shocked to find out that you grew up here. That you and Caitlin were neighbors. She learned more than what Caitlin had been willing to tell her. Something about “you’ll know soon enough,” or “i’ll let her decide.”

It didn’t help that she had to guard you during the whole game, even though her being absolutely smitten from the moment Caitlin told her your name wasn’t already awkward enough.

The small praises you gave her while playing went immediately to Kate’s head. A pretty girl like you complimenting her. She returned them back, feeling less scared of her antics when she saw how you reacted to them too. It was the most nervous and overall mindfucking pick up game she’s ever played in her life. And she grew up with playing with bigger and stronger boys. Hell, she’s made it to national championship games and this by far took the cake for the most absurd and anxious game.

But you, made her immediately nervous. And she knew you knew. The small smiles and giggles you gave her whenever you saw her reaction to your compliments and praises, your touches to her body when you would pivot around her while dribbling, your hands brushing her hips when trying to blow past her and cut to the basket.

Needless to say, you both knew the effect you had on eachother. Which is why it was the longest yet shortest game ever. Because when it ended, and you had work to do and practice to attend, so you started to say your goodbyes to everyone.

You said goodbye to the new girls you made friends with, getting their numbers and then pulling your oldest friend aside. “Please tell me that’s her.” Your face burning up from the exertion and the thought of the tall blonde you could feel was looking at you from behind Caitlin.

“Possibly.” Cait raised her brows, mischevious smile on her face.

“She’s possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen, Cait. Please tell me that’s her.” You glanced behind Caitlin again, catching those oh, so pretty blue eyes. You both looking away immediately, you both blushing.

“I’ll talk to you after your practice.” She hugged you and you started on your way to your practice. Looking back to catch one last longing look to Kate. It was definitely her.

She was already standing and talking to Caitlin, big smile on her face, hair now down. God, she looked good.

“Please invite her to more of these.” Kate pleaded with Caitlin. That immediately earned a loud chuckle from the brunette. This was so entertaining. Her best friends having the hots for eachother was the most interesting thing to happen to her.

“I will.” Caitlin patted her hand on her best friends chest, starting to walk away. “I fucking knew it.” She said while she was a good distance from Kate.

“What?” Kate asked, already wishing another pick up game would happen or that she’d run into you soon.

“Oh, nothing.” Caitlin walked away, knowing she had to do something to keep you guys interacting. This game of trying to get you both together was more fun than, dare she say, the final four tournament??

[krystalcat]

Keep It To Myself

ღ Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!Reader

ღ Genre: Smut, angst

ღ Word count: 5,4k

ღ Warnings: cheating, toxic relantionship, voyeurism, reader is Yunho's lover,fwb with Mingi, unprotected sex (big no), creampie, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), dom!Yunho, sub!reader, yunho is massive, pet names(bunny), repressed feelings, praise kink, dacryphilia, rough sex?, lots of teasing, a sprinkle of degradation?, lmk if I forgot anything

ღ Summary: It's hard to keep your hands to yourself when someone like him crossed paths with you. Too bad he wasn't yours to begin with, but it's not like he cared anyways.

ღ Notes: This is the first time I'm writing smut fanfics. It's also been a long time since I've written anything. I hope you like it and I'm very open to (constructive) criticism! Also, English is not my first language and I haven't proofread this, so it's very possible to have grammatical mistakes or sentences that don't make much sense in English. I also got inspired by Elise's Keep It To Myself, so check that out! I'm also not entirely happy with how this turned out, but I figured it was best to post it before rewriting the plot for the 3rd or 4th time lol

ღ Disclaimer: This is only fiction, by writing this I am not trying to represent the member(s) in any way.

You tried studying in peace, but it was difficult when your roommate and his girlfriend were arguing for what it felt like the fiftieth time that week. After months, you still didn’t get used to it.

Despite not being close friends, you didn't think Yunho was the problem, since there was never gossip in your group of him being a toxic person, and the more passionate fights you heard, it was confirmed.

You saw his girlfriend’s behaviour regarding their relationship and Yunho: restricting who he spoke to, deleting his girl friends’ contacts on his phone, getting angry if he doesn’t answer quickly. You’d sometimes even laugh to yourself, saying she was another roommate - the only difference between her and you being the unpaid rent - so those atitudes weren’t hard to miss.

Hell, sometimes you even wondered how she never made a fuss of him having another woman as his roommate, at least you never heard an argument about that.

What bugged you the most was why the hell he wouldn’t break up with her, because he does recognize she’s not a good girlfriend, his screams coming from the kitchen confirm that. Their arguments have just gotten more frequent and boorish over time.

But now it wasn't only their fights that made you distracted. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a slight crush on Yunho when you first became roommates, always so polite and gentle whenever you both were in your home. But that's just him being nice and a good person, and after he had gotten a girlfriend you knew your feelings had to go away, which wasn't particularly easy since you both shared a house, but you still managed to do it.

The problem now? They came back stronger than ever. You knew that if you spent more than five minutes in the same room as him, you’d leap onto his arms and his girlfriend would literally kill you. Why? For the past two weeks or so right after they fight, they have some sort of angry-make-up sex, making you unable to control your fantasies.

Hearing Yunho’s groans and moans for the past days made you start having a sexual attraction towards him, and pleasuring yourself to them has been your guilty pleasure. You knew it was wrong, no amount of problems with her would make it okay for him to cheat, but God, the things you would do to switch places with her on that bed.

In the middle of the day, you would suddenly imagine the most filthy and nasty scenarios that made you crave those hands on your cunt, those lips on your breasts and his cock pounding deep inside you. You were addicted to something you hadn’t even try before.

You put down the pencil you were holding when you heard moans coming from Yunho’s room - his moans. Quietly making your way to your bed, you took your shorts and panties off, then laying on your bed.

“F-Fuck, Jiyeon” His faint deep groans sent a shiver down your spine. You suppressed your moans as you rubbed circles on your clit, adjusting your pace to the volume of Yunho’s moans, imagining it was you who made him feel that good and all the indecent things you would let him do to you.

Despite everything, you swore to yourself you’d keep this desire to yourself, that you would never flirt or makes moves on Yunho while was on a relationship.

But that is so fucking hard when he didn’t help you to repress your yearnings at all.

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While binge watching your favorite show, you see Yunho walking out from his room, completely dressed up: white buttoned-up shirt adorned with a black tie, black oxfords and pants that matched his dark blue suit. He checked himself out on the mirror in the living room, “I’m going out and probably won’t come back until tomorrow noon”.

“Got it” Your attention returned to the screen in front of you, hearing his shoes clicking on the floor and the front door shutting.

After maybe a episode or two, you heard the front door opening, hearing Yunho knocking his shoes on the entrance. You turned your head around to be met with a pissed Yunho.

“Didn’t realize it was tomorrow already” You snorted as he entered his room, gaining a grunt from him.

He went back to the living room, standing in front of the tv. You’d probably roll your eyes, if he wasn’t with the first four buttons unbuttoned. My God were you really malfunctioning just because of a little cleavage? You had no shame at all, “Yn I’m not in the mood for jokes right now”.

Quickly admiring his figure, you tried your best to not look affected by his looks, “Do you want to vent or need advice? If not, let me watch my show” His fingers massaged his temples, making him sigh.

“It’s nothing much, but would you really listen to me?” He sat next to you, positioning his elbows on his knees and turning his head to you, you paused you show and sat in a more comfortable position, your body facing his. Now this was unexpected, Yunho was always a reserved person who didn’t want to bother other people with his problems.

“She was supposed to meet me almost two hours ago for dinner and she’s not answering my texts or calls. We aren’t in the best terms lately and I’m scared, for us and her as well”

“Do you know were she might have gone?” He shook his head lightly, “Look, I don’t want to be rude, you don’t have to answer me, but why are you even with her?” He gazed into your eyes, opening his mouth to speak, only to close it again and divert his gaze from yours.

“I’ll have some drinks” He got up, “I’m not mad at you for asking that, I just need to clear my thoughts” He grabbed the keys he had previously left on the kitchen table, heading to his way out.

The butterflies in your stomach meant you should leave him alone, that you shouldn’t spend any sort of quality time together with him, it would melt your mind, making you bound to do something stupid. At the same time, you were worried Yunho would get himself in trouble, that he would let’s his emotions get the best of him, and you couldn’t bear something happening to him.

“Absolutely not” You got up from the couch heading towards his direction.

“I just want to be alone”

“Yeah but I’m not letting you go through that door”You crossed your arms as he stared back at you, “We don’t need to talk further, but stay here for a moment to collect your thoughts, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow, ok?”

He looked at you, to his feet, then getting up and going to his room. You sat back down, diverted your gaze and resumed the show, thinking he would disregard your words and go on with his life.

“What are you watching?” You jolted a little when he sat next to you - maybe a little too close for your liking, stomach doing flips and cheeks heating up - now dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

And that’s how you two got closer, dangerously too close, because if being in the same room with him before was hard, now it was arduous. You both would now steal little glances at each other, he would flash you little smiles. When Jiyeon wasn’t there, you’d both tease each other while doing mundane tasks, which was mostly borderline flirting.

Also by some miracle the huge fights stopped, only small arguments here and there. Maybe Yunho did it out of respect for you and the conversation you both had that day, maybe Jiyeon just happened to be in a good temper, who knows. Everything seemed perfect: their relationship was great, no more angry sex, so that attraction towards Yunho disappeared and you had no more guilt looming over your head.

However, after that step forward, you took 100 steps back, because you were now having actual feelings towards Yunho. His smile brightens the room, his touch sends waves down your spine, his presence makes you feel giddy, his teases and flirts make your heart flutter. You had no idea how you got yourself in this situation, perhaps getting closer to him was the last thing you should’ve done to the greater of your sanity.

Your heart spoke louder than your mind, since you couldn’t distance from him once again, not now when you both are friends, and you know what a gentleman and nice person he is, you loved having him around.

What was your next move then? Getting someone else to replace your attraction towards Yunho, which you found quite hard, since you didn’t know many guys, let alone the ones that are both single and decent. Maybe that was a shitty move from you, but it’s still way better than playing around with someone who’s committed.

Lucky you, a few days later Yunho’s friends - who you already knew - came over to play some video games with him, and one of them ditched the hangout to make some moves on you.

“Sooo, are you single?” He asked, leaning on the wall as you made some noodles for dinner.

You laughed at his question, “You know I am Mingi” The tall guy approached you, “Just making sure, I find it hard that a beautiful woman like you is all alone”

“You sure know how to flatter someone” You giggled, turning your head to him with a smirk on your face “What do you want Mingi?” His confident attitude dropped as he widened his eyes, making you laugh lightly “Cat got your tongue? I know you want something, I just want to know what it is”

He cleared his throat, then asking “I-If I asked you if you want to go out with me, would you say yes?” without looking at you. You did not expect him to say something like that, and thought about it for a little: while you wanted to forget Yunho, you couldn’t use one of his friends as a toy, even you had limits.

“L-Look Mingi I think you’re cute, but I’m not ready for something serious and-” He interrupted you, “I thought about something more casual, if you know what I mean.” You let out a ‘oh’ “I-It’s totally okay if you don’t want, but since we’re both single and as I imagine frustrated, I thought why not...?” He clarified, still not making eye contact with you.

“Why not try?” He shot his head up at you, eyes wide and a slight smile on his face, “Really?” You nodded, “Do you want to go out tomorrow or do you think it’s too quick?” He asked. You approached him, gluing your body on his and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Tomorrow seems good”

He snaked his arms around your waist, kissing you slowly as his hands roamed your ass, sometimes tugging at it. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, you hands also made their way to his clothed crotch, making him separate the kiss and grunt silently. “Go back to your friends, I’ll make up for you tomorrow” You whispered, making him roll his eyes as he let go of you to go back to Yunho’s room.

Your little relationship with Mingi - if you could it even call it that - was doing you wonders, for some time your feelings for Yunho faded, specially when Mingi was balls deep into your cunt, all you could do was scream and whimper his name, brain turned into mush. Still, from time to time you would think it was Yunho instead of Mingi fucking you dumb, but you tried your best to repress those desires.

But one day you slip up, you moaned Yunho’s name out loud, and to say you were embarrassed was an understatement.

Mingi halted all movements. “I-I’m so sorry” You muttered under your breath, only loud enough for him to hear, voice cracking as tears filled your eyes. Mingi removed himself from you, “Yn look at me”

You refused to, continuing to stare at the pillow as Mingi caressed your hips, waiting for your response, “Yn I’m not mad, we’re not together, I’m just confused,” He heard your sniffs, making him turn you around and hug you.

“Do you want to stop?” You nodded, making him hold you tighter until he calmed you down enough so that he could bring your and his clothes.

After explaining the whole situation to him, he said he wouldn’t mind to keep your little ‘friends-with-benefits’ thing going on if you still wanted it and assured you he didn’t care about the slip-up. At the end, you knew he understood the mess you were in and took pity in your situation.

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You were awaken from a loud thud coming from the living room, heart racing as your mind thought about the most far-fetched and terrifying scenarios that it could. Slowly getting out of the bed and tiptoeing towards the bedroom door, you heard some mumbles coming from the other room.

You put your ear on the door to hear better. Knock knock knock. You jolted and gasped silently, backing away from the door, “Yn?” A female voice called from the other side, making you realize who it was. Opening the door you saw Jiyeon, smeared lipstick and smokey eyes adorning her delicate face as she reeked from alcohol.

“You scared the living shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled.

“Sorry, um... Yunho and I were at the club with some friends and he is pretty wasted, can I ask a favor?”

“Go on”

“So tomorrow I will be leaving town to meet my family, and I can’t be here looking after Yunho until he falls asleep, could you do that?”

“Jiyeon, I’m sorry but-”

“Please! I know it’s late and that I should have managed my time better, but it’s just this time and I trust you more than his friends to take good care of him”

Now, that was odd. Out of all the people in his life, you were the one she trusted the most? When you literally have feelings for him, have touched yourself while thinking of him and while she was the one on his bed. But Yunho is still your friend after all, surely nothing will go wrong while you care after him and tidy him, right?

“Okay, I'll try and do my best”

“Thank you so much, he's in the couch, probably half-awake” You both went to see him, he was laying on his back, hooded eyes staring through the ceiling, “I'll go now, thank you once again”.

With the door closing, it was just you and a drunk Yunho, who seemed to have a staring contest with the white ceiling.

“Yunho, are you feeling nauseous?”  He kept facing the ceiling as you called his name from afar, “Yunho?" You spoke louder this time, getting closer, the smell of cheap liquor invading your nostrils.

“Uh... Whaaat?” His slurred speech would have almost made you laugh if you weren't worried sick for him.

“Do you wanna puke?” He shook his head. “Okay, let's go to your room, can you get up?” He slowly shifted in his seat and stood up, losing his balance immediately, falling on the couch.

“Great” You massaged your temples, “How am I supposed to carry you to your room?” You sat on his side, putting one of his arms around your neck and holding it as your left arm wrapped around his torso.

With a little difficulty, you stood up. Despite managing to support him, his weight still made you bump on the hallway. Reaching his room felt like minutes.

You sat him on the bed, then unlacing and taking off his shoes as he watched you silently. Then helping him getting rid of the black leather jacket, leaving him in a white tee and black jeans.

“Look, you stink, I need to run you a shower” You explained, “This will be weird, because I need you to take off your pants”

He nodded, complying to your task slowly as you looked away to not make this any more embarrassing.

“You can turn” He said, making you turn around and trying to help him get up from the bed, avoiding looking down at his bare thighs and crotch area, cheeks burning up at the thought of it.

With a blink of an eye, Yunho's left hand was behind your head as his right propped him up, making you freeze on his hold. “Can I kiss you?” After what felt like an eternity, he asked, making you widen your eyes, no answer leaving your mouth.

You wondered if it was the booze or him talking, but his red cheeks, messy hair, somewhat slurred speech and daze gave you the answer.

“You're drunk Yunho, you don't know what you're talking about” You explained after a long staring contest, failing to cover the disappointment in your voice.

“I really want to kiss you” His grip on your neck softened a little, starting to caress it, “You look better with me, not with Mingi” Silence fell in the room, you looked away from him and bit your lip, sighing. Sure it wasn’t a secret you two were together, although it was just fun and games between you two, but it shouldn’t bother him that you’re with someone else.

“Yunho” You started with an hoarse voice, holding the tears threatening to leave your eyes, “You're speaking nonsense, let's go, I'll turn the water on for you”

The grip on your neck strengthened once again and before you knew it your lips crashed.

Different from Yunho, you kept your eyes open and wide, a million thoughts raced through your head, before finally giving into the kiss as Yunho urged you to become closer.

He bit your lower lip, taking the opportunity to insert his tongue in your mouth as you let out a silent whimper, deepening the kiss.

Getting drunk on his tongue, you threw yourself onto Yunho, both falling onto the bed without letting go of each other. Rolling on top of you, he started caressing your cheek with his thumb.

After the probably best moment of your life, you let go of him, finally allowing you both to breathe. As you stared into each other's eyes, Yunho's thumb and index fingers (hooked) into your chin, closing the small distance between you.

You don't know what it was, maybe it was the drunken state leaving your body, the guilt of taking advantage of Yunho or Jiyeon's words resurfacing your mind. But it probably was a mix of the three. You stopped Yunho, taking his hands off of you, making him frown.

“This is a mistake, you’ll regret it tomorrow, probably you won’t even remember this once you’re sober” You stood up “I’m turning on the water” You said as you walked towards the bathroom to do it, hiding the tears that threatened to leave your eyes, but for the sake of appearances and the possibility of him remembering these events tomorrow, you hid it.

You didn’t speak to each other as you gave him a bath, he sat on the shower as you shampooed his hair and rinsed it. You gave up on scrubbing his body in the middle of it due to your heartbroken state. After drying him quickly, you gave his some boxers and pajamas, waiting for him to go to bed to make sure he wouldn’t hit is head or fall down.

After putting him to bed, you crawled back to yours, crying yourself to sleep while thinking about what happened and how you fucked your friendship up, wishing all of this was just a dream.

The next few days were awkward, Yunho kept talking with you as if nothing had happened, probably because he didn’t remember, but you still couldn’t forget his kiss and his (slurred) words that night. He sometimes would ask if everything was alright, but you lied saying the last days have been tiring and you just needed to rest well.

«---- ღ ----»

You grabbed your keys, trying your best to make the least amount of silence possible since it was almost 1am. You had gone out with Mingi to a club, but before that, stopping at his house for some action.

The door opened, revealing your pitch dark apartment, just like you thought, Yunho was already asleep. You then shut it behind you and took off your heels to tiptoe towards your room. As you walked towards it, you saw the door from Yunho’s room wasn’t completely closed, a dim yellow light illuminating the hallway.

Since you didn’t hear a sound, you thought he had forgotten to turn off the light on his bedside, still trying to silently get into your room, slowly turning the door knob to open it.

“Yn...” Hearing your name coming in a low grunt from the other room made you shot your head up. You were pretty sure it was a moan coming from Yunho’s room, your cheeks flustered at the thought of him jerking off thinking of you.

Interest and curiosity took the best of you, making you silently spy Yunho through the door crack. He sat on the bed, no pants on, boxers still hanging on his feet as he slowly jerked himself off. Your mouth opened wide at the sight of his cock’s size. It was probably the biggest you have ever seen in real life.

After admiring his show for a few more moments, you realized you should leave before he catches you looking and make everything between you two even more awkward. As you made the way to your room, the wooden floor creaked, making you internally cursing yourself, hoping he didn’t notice it.

“Yn?” Yunho asked, opening his room’s door wide. Lucky for you, you were already at the front of your bedroom door.

“S-Sorry did I wake you up?” You gave him a slight smile, trying to be as convincing as possible.

“For someone who insists that kissing me was a mistake you sure were enjoying the view” Your face dropped, making you look like a deer in the headlights. Silence filled the whole apartment as Yunho waited for an answer.

“I-I’m sorry” Was all you said before looking away from him and heading to your room, but Yunho’s wasn’t accepting that so easily. He grabbed your arm and trapped you between the wall and himself.

“I can see it in your eyes, why are you lying to yourself?”

“Because you’re with someone else, that’s why. Just because she’s a poor excuse of a girlfriend that doesn’t make it right for you to cheat on her ”

“I don’t care about her”

“Liar!” Tears slowly streamed down your face “If you didn’t care you would’ve ended things a long time ago!”

“It’s complicated, and you know that! If you liked me so much you wouldn’t have started a relationship with Mingi either!” You took his hands off of you.

“We’re not together!” You tried to get away from him, only for Yunho to grab you once again and planting a kiss on your lips, making you relax on him.

He deepened the kiss, making you snake your arms behind his neck, tongue and teeth crashing together as lust and passion dominated you both. Still not letting go of each other, Yunho guided you to your room, closing the door behind him.

He let go of you, leaning a bit back to check you out “Fuck I can’t believe Mingi had all this to himself, you’re so fucking pretty” He attacked your neck with light kisses and bites, making you a whimpering mess as you got wetter.

“I love hearing your little whimpers, you’re so cute, Bunny” A shiver went down you spine “Do you like the nickname, Bunny?” He whispered in your ear, taunting you “These clothes look good on you, but I bet you look better without them” He sat in your bed as you stood in front of him.

You slowly took your clothes, Yunho’s eyes not leaving your body as he licked his lips. Only in your undergarments, you straddled his lap, his hands touching and grabbing every inch of your body. With a loud huff, he took off his t-shirt to reveal his chest and abs.

He pulled you to another kiss, this time a more passionate one, caressing your face as he unclasped your bra in one go, letting the straps fall on your arms. You pulled away from him to take it off, him grabbing and kissing them as light whimpers left your mouth.

He grabbed your hand, positioning it on his tent, “Fuck baby, I need to feel you right now”, you got on your knees, pulling his pants down to his feet, revealing his boxers already with a wet spot on his clothed tip. Touching him through his boxers made him throw his head back with a loud whimper, “Please for the love of God don’t tease me y/n”

You smirked, pulling his boxers down, revealing a leaking and angry tip. As you had already suspected, Yunho was big, you had no idea how it would fit you, but that was something to worry about later.

You started by stroking him and giving him kitty licks, his noises soon encouraged you to try and take him. “Oh fuck...” Yunho moaned and dropped himself on the bed as you sucked his tip, trying to suck more every time your head bobbed up and down.

Tears filled the corners of your eyes as his length hit the back of your throat, loving the stinging sensation it left behind. You felt a hand grabbing your hair lightly, making you look up, locking eyes with Yunho, his filled with lust, “You’re taking me so well bunny” his compliments only made you wetter and more eager to swallow more of his cock.

“Let me help you out b-bunny” He grabbed your hair in a ponytail to then force your throat down his shaft, tears streaming down your face as he wrecked your mouth. You moved your panties aside, making circles around your clit as he kept controlling your head movements.

He let out a deep chuckle, “Is my bunny horny just by sucking me off?” You let out a moan at his words, throat vibrating around his cock, making him moan as well. His movements faltered as his groans got louder and louder, soon him releasing in your mouth and his grip on your head.

You quickly moved back, coughing from the lack of air in your lungs, your throat stinging a but from the workout. Yunho grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. He kissed your tears away, loving how wrecked you looked when he had done barely anything to you.

“Are you okay?” You nodded at his answer “I’m sorry for being so harsh, if I ever do anything you don’t like please warn me” You laughed slightly at his concerns, “Use me however you want” You whispered to his ear, noticing how his lips curved in a menacing grin.

“Is that so? Lay on the bed for me then, love” Hearing Yunho calling you love made you dizzy, by this time you had forgotten he had another woman he could call ‘love’, not a single once of guilt tainting your heart and making you doubt this moment.

You laid on the bed, it was Yunho’s turn to get on his knees. He pulled you closer towards him, giving you kisses along your thighs as you begged him to stop teasing you. He dragged your panties along your legs, throwing it somewhere on the room.

“Holy fuck...” You moaned out loud when he licked your folds, burying his head on your cunt, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. You tried your best to contain your moans, which only riled Yunho up even more.

“Y-Yunho- Fuck, calm down” You whined, feeling overstimulated from his mouth alone, without even coming once, feeling him smirk as the kept tongue-fucking you. He backed away from your dripping cunt, arousal dripping down his chin.

“I thought you said you didn’t want me to tease you”

“Fuck yes I did, but if you keep going on I’m not lasting long”

“Great that’s my intention” He pushed one finger with ease inside you, making you whimper slightly “More” He chuckled at your reaction, complying to your wishes and adding another one. He thrust his fingers in and out of you, eliciting moans from you. You loved how deep his fingers went inside your cunt, still, it wasn’t enough for you.

“Y-Yunho” You moaned out loud, incapable of forming a full sentence.

“Hmm?” He looked up to you, watching your fucked out face contort with please, “Does my bunny want more?” You nodded your head quickly, making him chuckle, “You’re such a whore for me” and how right he was, you would let him do anything to you in this moment,

He added one more, stretching your cunt out as he lowered his head to your cunt. You combination of his fingers inside you and his tongue flickering your bud turned you into a moaning mess. You quickly felt your high approaching, and Yunho knew that by the way your pussy tightened around his fingers.

“Cum for me bunny, I know you want to” His words were enough to drive you to your edge, making you cream around his fingers as he kept lapping your clit, riding out your orgasm.

He took of his fingers and put them in front of you, making you clean them up and taste yourself.

“Do you want me to grab a condom?”

“Forget that, just go raw” He widened his eyes, “A-Are you sure?” you nodded your head. He got up on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs and his length in your entrance.

“I’m going slow, tell me when it’s okay to move” He slowly inserted his head in you, making moan and wrap your legs around his waist. As he kept pushing himself inside you, your moans grew louder until he bottomed out.

“F-Fuck, you’re huge” You groaned, he stilled inside you as he caressed your face and thighs to relax you. “You can move” He started slowly, you bit your lips to suppress the moans from leaving your mouth, clawing at the sheets.

Yunho tested the waters by speeding up the pace, drawing more moans from you, which gave him the green light to fuck you dumb. He placed your legs on his shoulders and lowered down to meet your lips, giving a short peck.

“Fuck Yn, you’re driving me crazy” He moaned out loud, making you smile, to which he asked “Why are you smiling?” His pace never faltering, his tip brushing your g-spot every time.

“T-The name you’re moaning is mine” You managed to speak between moans, “My bunny is so dirty” He laughed, his thrusts getting sloppier and his moans getting louder.

“Come inside me, please” You locked gazes, he gave you a taunting smirk as he used one of his hands to draw circles around your clit. You felt like your mind was breaking apart from the amount of pleasure, soon feeling a knot on your stomach.

“Do you like being full of me? Fuck, baby I’m so close” He announced, before bursting inside you, your walls sucking him dry. You loved the feeling of being full to the brim by him. Still inside you, he kept drawing circles on your bud and sucking on your breasts. Soon, you came as well, moaning his name out loud.

He removed himself from you, feeling his cum drip down onto the sheets, making a mess, “I’m grabbing a towel, don’t move” He grabbed it quickly, you barely noticing his absence.

He cleaned you up, giving you kisses. Still, a question lingered on your mind.

“What about us Yunho?”

“I’m ending things with Jiyeon, I love you yn”

[caramelcleopatraa]

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x: finals are coming up, so i'm gonna be very busy, but i'm still writing y'all (this is the most consistent i've been lol) (excuse any errors of course) Hope you guys enjoyyy! leave comments... please. I love your comments.

content: Imani has a crush on Roman. Their friend group goes on live and her secret comes to the light. She thought that she was going to be rejected and move on, but things never go the way people expect. Roman Reigns x Imani, 18+ MDNI, oral (m recieving), cowg!rl, creamp!e

Imani loved weekend kickbacks. Time to chillax with her favorite people, and get her mind off of things. It was moments like these she waited for. Drinks and joints in rotation, and endless fun for hours to come. Jimmy, Jey, Roman, Trinity Talia, and Imani. She wishes that she was only thinking about the good vibes that circulated in the atmosphere, but she was focused on something else. It wasn’t like she was necessarily trying to focus on Roman, but it was inevitable when she could see him so clearly from the kitchen. She knew that having a crush on him could possibly mess up the bond that the group has, but he was so gravitating, He was perfect in her eyes. She basically textbook described him when Trinity and Talia asked her to describe her dream man: Tall, muscular, sweet, absurdly attractive, charismatic, humorous, dedicated. God, she could go on to name every single one of his attributes that she loved. She tried to brush it off as a mistake at first, but there was no part about this that was a mistake. He had a tight grip on her, and he wasn't even aware. She wonders what would happen if he felt the same way. If those pretty brown eyes she daydreamed about would reciprocate the love she was anxiously waiting to give him. She could only imagine all of the things she could do for him, to him, and provide him. If she had him all to herself, how they would spend their nights alone. How it would feel to be wrapped in his embrace. How it would feel to get lost in him between the sheets for hours, and repeat it again the next day. If she had him all to herself.

“WE GETTIN TURNT!” Talia raised her glass in the air and yelled out to her viewers, watching her through the small rectangular frame. Jimmy came around the corner with uno cards in his hands as the six of us gathered around the table. Roman, Trinity, or Jey would pop into the frame to answer a couple of questions while Jimmy shuffles the cards and Imani gathers multiple bottles to bring to the table. “Mani! They have some questions for you!” Imani joins her party, sitting the bottles on the table and scanning through the comments.

‘Do you get to go backstage with the bloodline?’

“Yes! It's amazing, I'm not gonna lie.”

‘Please do a makeup tutorial!’

“Maybe, I don't have a youtube channel.”

‘Seen any guys that have caught your eye?’

“A couple, but they ain’t nothin’ important.”

“Oh word?” Talia and Trinity both look at her with curious faces, but Imani just giggles and goes back to answering questions. 

“Ooh this is a good one. Kiss, marry, fuck: Jason Momoa, Michael B. Jordan, and Roman Reigns,” Talia reads out loud. That question got everyone’s attention. Jimmy stopped fidgeting with the cards and Roman and Jey both put their phones down impatient for her answer. “Well?” Talia was definitely setting her up, and she could feel it. Thank god for her brown skin that covered her fastly spreading blush. “Do I have to answer this?” “Yes, you do. I'm intrigued now,” Trinity says, as Imani quickly takes a double take at the entire table to see them all staring at her. She sighs before surrendering and thinking hard about the question.

“I’ll… kiss… Michael B. Jordan, fuck Jason Momoa, and marry Roman Reigns.” She instantly regretted answering the question before Trinity pried at Imani to get out more information that everyone was itching to know. “Hmm, why marry Roman?” She quickly swiped her drink off of the table and took a long sip, hiding her face. In all honesty, she wanted to say that it was the easiest choice, but that would only make her sound suspicious. And that was not a conversation that she wanted to have in front of quite literally everyone. “I'm not interested in the other guys like that.” “So you’re interested in Roman?” ‘Wait- wait! Noo that's not what I meant!’

“No, I just wouldn't marry the other two men. It’s not that deep Trin,” Imani says, a failed attempt at dismissing the conversation. “You’ve never gotten this defensive before… don’t tell me that you in your feelings.” She could see Talia smirking at the corner of her eyes. She knew she had to stop this fast. “You’re reaching Talia,” Imani says, laughing to herself. “Oooooh Imani wants the Tribal Chief, huh?” Never in her life had she ever been more embarrassed. “Jimmy, for the love of god, please start dealing the cards,” Imani says, covering her face, her words muffled by her hands. Everyone laughs, finding amusement in her nervousness. She anxiously waited for Jimmy to start dealing the cards so this moment could pass.

11:27 pm

Several rounds of uno and spades passed, and the guests were slowly starting to make their way out. She noticed Talia, Trinity, Jey, and Jimmy momentarily texting throughout the night, which would probably explain why the four of them were explaining the consequence of Imani losing a couple of rounds. “Sooooo we thought of something. Don’t be mad! It’s just a punishment for losing so much,” Talia says, sticking out her tongue. “Your punishment is that you have to ask Roman to fuck you.” ‘ASK ROMAN TO WHATT!?!?’

Her surprised face told them everything they needed to know. “You'll be fine. Uce will probably be down to fuck either way,” Jey says. Imani gave Talia a death glare, making Talia laugh. “You’re trippin’ girl. Just approach him with the right energy and make him want to stay with you. I guess this answers the question of if you have a crush on him or not.” Before she could defend herself, Roman walks in from the restroom and the four of them are gone in the blink of an eye. ‘These trifling’ heifers’

“Guess they all left. I should be on my way out then. Thank you for the food and dr-” She steps in front of him, stopping him from exiting out the front door. He looks at her with confusion. “You okay?” Her heart was beating fast. She didn't fully think out what she was going to do after she stepped in front of him, but it was now or never. 

“Fuck me.”

“...what?”

“F-fuck me.” She couldn't look him in the eye the second time. The pressure weighing on her shoulders was too much. But the thing that was racking her brain the most was how close they were. She felt like this was a disaster taking place in real time. She hears a soft chuckle, looking up to see him lightly smiling at her. “Was this your punishment for losing?” She nods, and his smile stays fixed on his face. “Do you want me to?” 

‘...did he say what I think he just said?’

Her mind is searching for an answer, a reason to say no. But she can't find any. As embarrassing and confusing this was, she had daydreamed about this moment. Maybe he was just being nice and would give her a quick fuck to fulfill the punishment. That idea became her leading thought. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomf-” “Do you want me to fuck you Imani?”

‘Shit he’s not joking.’

She slowly nods, which prompts him to lock the front door behind you. Her head was spinning, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “Ask me again.”

“Fuck me, please,” She says nervously, eyes returning her shiny tile floors. “I don’t believe you sweetheart. Ask me again.” His hand gently grabs at her chin, making Imani look at him. Once they made eye contact, she knew that she was done for. She was already feeling weak from just looking at him. She took a deep breath before finally saying, “Please fuck me Roman.”

He wasted no time pulling her into a heated kiss. Not that she minded. This felt like a wonderful dream that she didn't want to wake up from. Only this wasn't a dream, it was real life. She finally got to feel the body that she had been drooling over. Right now, he was hers, and she was going to make the most of it. 

Her curious hands creeped along his captivating body while they explored each other’s mouths, dragging her hands up his torso from underneath his shirt. He pulled away from her soft lips to trail wet kisses from her cheek to her neck. “Not shy anymore huh?” She couldn't be shy. Her desire for him had completely taken over. “I really need you right now Roman,” She pants out. 

“Bedroom?” She nods and takes his hand in hers, leading the way to her bedroom. The sway of her hips only made Roman more aroused, as he silently admired her body from behind.

They enter her bedroom and she doesn't get a chance to close the door before being pulled into his arms again, temporarily hoisting her in the air to lay her on the spacious bed. He pulls her into another messy kiss, setting his focus on getting rid of their bothersome clothes. He quickly tore his shirt from his body and she did the same with hers. Their lips connected again, moving in harmony. He started to make his way down her body, but she squeezed his shoulders, signaling him to stop. “I wanna make you feel good first.” Roman was surprised to say the least. He kissed her tummy and replied, “Are you sure?” She gives him a confident nod, with those big doe eyes and her beautiful smile. “Alright, what do you want me to do?” “Let’s switch places.”

She scooted to the side, giving him room to lay down on the bed. She crawled down to his waist, tugging both his sweatpants and boxers down. His dick springs out of his pants, finally free from cloth restraints. Her eyes locked with his before lowering down to lick the underside of him; from his balls to his mushroom tip. A wad of spit drips from her mouth and lands on his length, using her hand to lather him up. His soft hums let her know that he was feeling good, and she was determined to make him feel a whole lot better. 

Her juicy lips start at his tip, giving small kitten licks before taking the tip in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good on his dick. He didn't know that Imani was this nasty. She gives him kisses up and down his shaft before taking him in her mouth again. 

She didn’t waste any time trying to tease him. He was big, and filled mer mouth well, but it’s nothing she's never handled before. Before she continued, the warmth of her mouth left him once again. “Can you record this?” Just when he thought she couldn't get more nasty. 

“Record?” She nodded her head. “Only if you’re comfortable.” “I’m more than comfortable,” Roman says, while reaching into his sweatpants pocket. He grabs his phone and opens the camera app, pressing record. “It’s recording, baby.” 

She smiles at the camera, curling her fingers around the base of his dick and tapping him against her tongue. She takes him in her mouth again for the final time, keeping her hand put at the base. She bobs her head slowly, swiveling her head from left to right. 

She keeps moving slowly, making sure to fit all she can in her mouth. Her hand that stayed curled around his base, moved in juxtaposition, stroking the rest of him that her mouth couldn't get to. “Goddamn baby, that mouth feels so good. I need that mouth around my dick all the time.” She moans in response, giving him vibrations that made him feel oh so good. She had him moaning and groaning. She didn't mind that at all. She got a big ego boost that he was so vocal from her mouth working its magic. She took note of every moan, every twitch, and any reaction he made. Right now, she was focused on his pleasure. 

His grip on his phone tightened, trying his best to keep his composure. She moved her head faster, still bobbing up and down, and using her hand to stroke his remaining inches. “Ahh s-shit mama, you keep sucking my dick like that and imma cum in your mouth.” She looks at him, already staring at her every move while she’s giving him euphoria like pleasure. She moans around his dick again, feeling her panties dampen. Her other hand massaged his balls lightly. Her slurping sounds made him close to coming. 

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Those innocent eyes staring into him as he recorded her doing such lewd things. He tried his best not to tangle his hands in her hair and fuck her mouth full of him. But her mouth felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to cum in her mouth. He couldn’t help himself when his hands disappeared into her hair, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back, letting him use her as he pleased. His thrusts were quick, but soft, his balls slapping against her chin. “Oh fuck! I’m coming mama, ooh I'm comin’.” He kept her head steady while coming deep in her throat, and she accepted with jubilation. 

She bobbed her head a few more times, trying her best to overstimulate him the most she can, until his hand grabs her chin, lifting her up. “Slow down princess,” He says, ending the recording. She crawls up to meet him, giving him a quick passionate kiss. “See how good you taste?” Roman chuckles at her boldness. “Your turn. Lie down,” He says, trying to sit up, but fails due to her pushing him back down on the bed. “I need that dick right now daddy.”

“You don’t want me to eat that pussy?” She runs her hand through her messy hair. “God yes I do, but I need you to fuck me right now.” Her eyes did more pleading than her words. 

“I wanna record this too,” she says, looking down at his chest, tracing the intricate tattoo. He feels around the bed, finally grabbing the phone and reopening the camera app. “Can you prop it up somewhere? I want you to be able to touch me.” “Already on it baby.” He climbed back further on your bed, propping the phone up against the lamp on the nightstand. While he did that, she slid off her shorts and panties, throwing them behind her. He pressed record again, and instructed her to adjust herself so the camera could capture everything. 

His hands landed on her ass as they both observed themself. His hands felt so good kneading her ass, and she saw his eyes drinking in every part of her body. He couldn't keep his hands off of her curvaceous body, and he didn't want to. “You like it?” Her soft hands massaged his shoulders, making him groan softly. “I love it baby, love this ass.” An unexpected slap to her ass made her jump. “You sound so good, daddy.” His hands move her hips along his dick, grinding her body against his. 

“How long have you been thinking about this?” She shies away from his gaze, a sudden flash of embarrassment runs through her body. She had forgotten about all of her feelings of distress and nervousness and realized that she was running on arousal and adrenaline. “A-a couple of months.” He lifts her hips and grabs his length, rubbing the tip along her slit. A few rubs up and down her slickness before impaling her on his dick. They moan simultaneously, relishing in the mind numbing pleasure. “You been thinking about taking this dick baby?” She gives him small head nods, still captured by the feeling of him inside of her. His hands cupped her chin, turning her head to the direction of the phone, steadily recording them. His hands were full of her ass, moving her up and down his shaft slowly. His unsteady breaths and her elongated moans were harmonious. “Go ‘head then. Bounce that ass on my dick.”

Her eyes focused on him as she steadied herself, her hands placed on either side of his head. She throws her ass back, his thighs catching it every time. His eyes were still glued to the phone, watching her beautiful body on top of him. But it wouldn’t be long until he faced her again, her soft titties hanging in front of his face. She had daydreamed about fucking Roman, and she was finally doing it. It gave her confidence knowing that he couldn't keep his hands off of her body. Her facial expression told her exactly how she was feeling. It was almost overwhelming how sexy she was. Beautiful smile, sexy body, paired with addicting moans that made him want to fuck her all night long. 

“Mmm~ look at you taking daddy’s dick. You’re doing so good,” Roman pants, grabbing at her breasts. His gentle praises and gruff voice was enough to make her cum. His dominating presence, his words, his touch. This man had her mind running laps. Even though he wasn’t putting in any effort, he was hitting all the right spots.

Her words were slurred, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open spewing salacious moans. Her hips slowed down, the constant rhythm created by her ass and his thighs meeting no longer lasted while she hid in the crook of his neck. Her body was decorated with a sheet of sweat that didn’t take away from her golden hue. “Look at me.” She rested on her elbows, locking her eyes onto his. Their faces were laced with lust, an unsatisfied want for each other. 

His strong arms caged her in, preventing her from squirming or escaping. She was still catching her breath while Roman planted his feet on the bed again. He places a tender kiss on her cheek before fucking up into her. She grabbed on to any part of his body that could, her eyes fluttering shut. A harsh slap to her ass makes her scream in pleasure. “I said look at me,” Roman says, demanding her full attention.

“Ohhh- my god! You feel so fucking g-good!” Roman loved watching her unravel. How she screamed for glory while he fucked her. God, he could make this his favorite hobby. Making her cum over and over again. “Mhm- fuckk- keep talking to me baby.” Her mind was foggy. She could only focus on one thing right now, how good he was dicking her down. Roman was making her feel so good. She looked at his phone propped up on the nightstand again to see their reflection. Her ass rippled from his hard strokes. That sight alone had her ready to cum. “Shhit! I’m finna cum on that big ass dick!” “Yeah? You finna cum?”

Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, feeling a knot build up in her stomach. “Cum with me Imani, let me feel you cum around my dick.”

Her eyes shut as she came, her orgasm hitting like a dam breaking, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His hips slowed down, but still gave her deep strokes, coming deep inside her. High pitched moans and deep grunts filled the room. His hands lazily grab her hips, allowing her to move again. She reached to grab the phone and ended the video, dropping the phone somewhere as she laid limp against his chest. His thumbs worked small circles as they both caught their breath. “I’m gonna take a shower when I get up, wanna join me?” Imani hears him chuckle, still working small circles into her hips. “Nah, we’re not done. I gotta eat that pussy, Imani.”

If these were the punishments she got for losing in spades, maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.

🏷️ tags :) @reignsboy19 @2-muchsauce @theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae @fame-ass-ers @southerngirl41 @cyberdejos2

[dollymaniac]

꧁༒☬𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘☬༒꧂

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader.

WordCount: 1.6k

Summary: Leon wants to be with you before doing anything else after returning from a mission.

Tags: Nsfw (MINORS DNI), oral (F recieving), p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, female reader anatomy, pet names, Leon soft dom, bitting.

A/n: What am i doing w my life? anyways, not proofread lol.

Leon was back, today was the final day of his mission and you counted down every second of it, looking st the clock and at the door over and over again barely paying any sort of attention to whatever it was you were playing on tv, knowing he would walk in any second.

"Lee!" you Squeaked and ran to the door the second he walked in, he always did it, he always opened the door and then his arms before even getting his luggage in, more eagered to have you on his arms than unpacking, than eating, than sleeping.

"There's my Princess" He spoke into your hair, petting it and kissing the top of your head.

He unwrapped one of his arms from you and pulled his luggage in with it, closing the door with his foot once all of you—Yes, he counted the Luggage as one of you— were safely behind it.

"Oh i missed my girl so much" He returned his arm that held the luggage to it's correct position, that being wrapping you up until eventually in wasn't enough, so he tilted his body and without any particular struggle set his arms under your ass and picked you up.

"Couldn't stop thinking about my sweet girl the entire mission"

He kissed at your jawline, so gently, like his lips were made of feathers. And his hold was strong and steady as he had you away from the floor, like his arms were made of solid teflon.

"Missed you too"

You spoke, lowering your head so your foreheads would be together, eyes looking into eachother. Despite how tired he told everyone he was, despite how much he wanted to sleep. He wanted something else before, something he saved stamina for.

"Such a sweet girl" his voice a little coarse as it seemed he had been shouting during the mission, he, still with you on his arms, brought you to the bedroom, settling you down on the bed and climbing on top of you, careful to were he sunked his knees so he wouldn't crush you.

He was quick to go back to brush his lips against your beautiful skin, pulling down you tanktop's straps to not have anything in the way of worshiping you.

"It tickles" you said with a soft and happy laugh, he snorted a second before going back to giving you affection, then, a small thought came to your mind.

"Leon?"

"Mm?"

"Have you eaten?"

He froze, like stopped as he was about to playfully bite down onto your soft shoulder. And looked up at you, he already told you the answer before he even let his tounge move and articulate the words.

He pulled away, sitting in between your legs and looking down at you— staring— and you did so too.

"Yes?"

He said in that tone that he did when he was lying.

"LEON!"

You complained crossing your arms and furrowing your brow as he goes back down to kiss your face, trying to apeace your annoyance.

"Hey shhh, it's ok, I don't want to eat" his voice was gentle as he took one of your wrists, so gently, pulling it away so he could reach for your tits and play with them "please baby, I've been away for so long, i just want to play with my princess, i promise I'll eat later"

He moved your other arm out of the way and slipped his hand under your shirt, cupping your breasts and making circles over your nipples with his thumb, making you whimper a second— So sensitive, so needy.

"Please? Let me enjoy my princess before anything else" He hummed into your ear, landing kisses and little bites all over the side of your face.

You finally agreed, sending your arms under his and up his back, and guiding your legs up to rest on his waist. He became rather deseperate, pulling down your tanktop and out the way in one Clean swipe, going down from your neck to your breast and kissing them.

His hands cup and squeeze at you tits while he opens his mouth to suck on them, making circles with his tounge around your hardened nipples.

"God i missed doing this" he grunts out, one of his hands going down and undoing the button of your Jean short, pulling it down so his hand is running along the silk of your panties that already had a wet spot.

You made a small whimper, pent up since he left; way too sensitive.

"Leon" you purred as he moved his hand up and down your silk cover slit. Before he got inpatient and, of course, moved the panty out of the way to, sunking his fingers in your puffy folds and reached for your clit with hid thumb. Making circles with a gentle pressure and smirking at the lewd noises you made.

"Oh such a sweet girl" he praised, before lowering himself and burrying his face against your cunt. Laping your slick with the thirst of a man in a dessert.

His nose pressed against you clit while the flat of his tounge passed up and down your hole, just enjoying every last drop of slick.

He groaned, sending vibrations over your sensitive heat before he went a little up and put his mouth over your clit, sucking it and spelling out his name with his tounge.

You reached for his hair, instinctively pushing his head down even more and your pelvis up. Wanting, needing more. He caught on rather quickly and slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them in an out with a motion wave.

He really did know how to make you mewl his name and make your legs shake in want— in need. You didn't notice when, he reached for his belt, unbuckling it and throwing it to the side of the room, opening his pant and with no particular care pulling out his cock.

You just felt as the pressure building up on your lower belly released, making your lip quiver and your hips buckle up and down, coating Leon's chin and fingers in your heat.

"There we go" he cooed, lifting up from you while stroking his hardened cock. He chuckled as he saw you practically drool while staring at him, his head whinning with precum.

"Please?" You whimpered.

"No need to beg sweetie"

He reached under your thigh and pulled you to him, helping you angle up just a little more before running his head against your slit. The noise you made, a combination of complain and pleasure, which he knew was you telling him to hurry the fuck up.

He grinned, before pushing himself inside you, promting you two to groan. Your arms went up and he complied moving his body forward so you could steady and grip to his back and shirt.

He started out slow, making sure you wouldn't hurt at being streched by him. But of course the second he felt your nails dig into him, and your moan against his ear.

"Fuck" he mumbled and picked up the speed, drilling into you and making you see stars. His hands pressed over your hip pushing you into him, making the squelching sound of your dripping cunt louder.

"Mmm good" you said with a struggle, already feeling a second peak building up.

Leon was enjoying your whimpers, your whines and your moans, he had been waiting to hear them; to hear you chant his name for days. And it drove him closer and closer to his own peak, as your obscene sounds merged with the oh so nice feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, as your cunt sucked him in greedily.

You two being pent up made the ordeal quicker, rougher and undoubtedly more enjoyable.

"God your pussy is just made for me" he grunted "so tight and wet over my cock"

It was almost hipnotic how he grunted and growled while he pounded so hard you could no only hear him hip slapping your thighs, but also how get you were.

Finally your eyes rolled back, as you let out a whinny "Leon" with a heavy sigh, only knowing to hold so tight with your fingers you thought maybe your nails would pierce through his shirt and skin.

But he didn't seem to mind, no. In fact he almost returned it, going down and bitting down and hard right at that meaty triangle between your shoulder and neck.

It seemed like the final pushed as suddenly he felt your walls clenching around him, dripping with your orgasm as you just let out a tiny cry before shoving your head against his shoulder, letting your legs twitch.

"Good girl" he said still drilling at your pulsating pussy before his pace stuttered and he went as hard and deep as he could, realising rope after rope of hot sticky cum inside of you, filling you up until you were also leaking his cock.

Panting he slowly pulled out of you, before kissing your jawline.

"God i missed my perfect little princess"

You could only whine in agreement before he collapsed at your side and held you tight.

◣──•~❉᯽❉~•──◢

Morning after, you woke up sore and feeling your thighs sticky. Leon was already up on his phone while still Holding you.

"Morning pretty lady"

His voice still sounding tired.

Suddenly, you remember what he said before he got his way.

"Leon"

"Yes?"

"Did you eat already?"

You couldn't help but burst out in laughter as he stared at you with this 'oh fuck' look on his face before Bolting to the kitchen and coming back with a bowl of cereal, a spoon full on his mouth so you wouldn't get pissed at him.

Thank you for reading.

[teachugger69]

a helping hand

summary: when reader is expressing her frustration with her skin, spencer is there to help her feel better (basically)

content/warnings: negative opinions on acne, mentions of food

category: fluff! (I think lol)

word count: 1k!

a/n: i've been wanting to write fic's for awhile, but like actually writing them is HELL compared to just thinking of cute little scenarios in my head for fun 😭 soooo im just gonna post this one because i could care less for it (if i post one that i actually love and people don't like it, I WILL BE CRUSHED AND NEVER WRITE AGAIN.) but anyway! please give me tips/advice if you have any :)

For the first time in years, your skin was breaking out- and heavily, too. Sighing, you sat up on the cold bathroom counter, intensely observing your newly conceived blemishes. (for an extensive amount of time.) Growing up, your skin was never in that oh so desirable clear state that all the other girls had. Not that acne was horrific, but you just felt like the odd one out when everyone else looked like modes for Goop.

In the living room, Spencer pauses his reading to glance across the apartment to the bathroom, a bubbling feeling of concern growing in him. Placing his book down, he walked over to check in on you, leaning against the open doorway. "Is something wrong?" Your sweet boyfriend asked in a caring tone. Turning on the counter so that you were facing him, you shook your head. "No- I- I'm breaking out." You groaned, breaking the number one rule of dermatology as you touched your face. "Y/N... it's okay, that happens-" "No! Spencer, I can't be breaking out like... this. I look so... ugly. I've been sticking to a strict skincare routine for this reason, and-" before you could even take a breath, Spencer quickly placed a chaste kiss to your lips. "You're not ugly, nothing can make you ugly- even this breakout." He said softly as he finally pulled away.

Why did Spencer have to be such a sweetheart? He always found a way to make you feel better, and you hated him for it. The sweet boy kissed all the spots on your face that had been affected (which probably wasn't helping, but who were you to complain?) Blushing, you lightly push him away, making a false face of disgust. "I hate you." You giggled and rolled your eyes, making Spencer let out a sarcastic gasp. "I'll live." He leaned in to whisper into the crook of your neck, leaving featherlight kisses on your pulse point. His slender fingers sliding down to caress the silky purple PJ set he bought you so excitedly. "I think you're beautiful, Y/n, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes." The boy mumbled against your skin as he delicately tried to pull the waistband of your shorts down.

"Wait-" "What's wrong?" He asked softly and pulled away. "I just- sorry- I'm just trying to figure out why I'm breaking out." You sighed and scooted down the counter to look in the mirror again. Spencer watched sadly as he saw you looking at yourself in such a negative light. Your brows furrowed as you leaned in closer, observing all of the new ugly bumps on your face. It was only when you started you squish your skin together, attempting to pop a pimple, when Spencer quickly grabbed your wrists, pulling them away from your face. "Spencer!" You frustratedly groaned, looking up at him in offense.

"Sweetheart, as much as I don't want to support this ideology... if you want to clear your skin, touching the blemishes won't help- let alone popping them." Spencer says in an incredibly quiet voice, almost as if he was scared to say anything to hurt you any more than you already were. "I can't wait for it to clear up. I've been avoiding everything wrong for years- these need to go away." You complained but listened to the genius, knowing he was right.

"How about this- how about we retrace your steps- maybe we can narrow down why you're breaking out...?" Spencer suggested thoughtfully as his hand gently brushed through your hair. You thought it out- and it was such a good idea! You nodded enthusiastically and Spencer couldn't help but smile as he saw your mood instantly heighten. "Okay, well... my skin has only been like this for a few days." Spencer nodded, taking into consideration why your skin might be acting up- and then it clicked.

"Oh! What about that new foundation you bought?! The... Maurice one? I dunno... It was clear- and expensive." Your smile faded as you bit your cheek, wondering if it really was the cause. "Makeup by Mario, baby. But... I don't think it would be because of that- that foundation is really expensive- and it has so many good reviews." You defended- mostly because you didn't want to believe that the new $42 foundation he bought you was behind your skin nightmare.

Your boyfriend thought to himself once more before he spoke again. "I uh- I think I might know why, now." He said, timidly looking down at his hands as he fiddled with them. "Well... What is it?" "Baby, it's- I-" "Just tell me, Spence." "I think it could be your diet- uh- because recently you've been- well- treating yourself. I love that you're letting yourself indulge in those foods- but they're good in moderation, my love." You just looked at him for a few seconds before giggling to yourself. "That's what you were scared to say?!" You snort and look at the boy who seems absolutely relieved that you didn't take it the wrong way. "Well... yeah." He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm glad you told me- you're like... the only one who can get away with bringing up my eating habits." Spencer let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "O-Okay, good."

You hopped off the counter, leading the two of you out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. "Guess we're going to have to say goodbye to these..." You sighed as you grabbed a box of doughnuts- stocked with the chocolate frosted ones with sprinkles that your boyfriend loved so much. As the box hovered above the trash, Spencer yelped a childish "No!", before he quickly grabbed the box away from you. You giggled and looked up at your immature boyfriend with a judging face.

"Well... what if I said you look sexier this way That you look better and that you don't have to change?" He stammered- hands finding their way to your waist. "You're gonna seduce me- just so we can keep these doughnuts?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I just always think you look sexy- and the doughnuts are just a coincidence..." Spencer grinned slyly and let out a stupid little chuckle.

"You're really stupid for a genius, you know?"

[f1letters]

snow on the beach | ls18

"you wanting me tonight feels impossible, but it's coming down"

summary: nothing would ever compare to the feeling of simultaneously falling in love with each other

warning: overall fluff, rom-com energy that WILL cure any heartbreak really, friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol, swearing, just a story about the exact moment when two people realize they fell in love with each other, not proofread (because my laptop is acting up and i'm done for today lol)

pairing: lance stroll x reader

word count: 3.2k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

hey everyone! honestly I've been feeling a bit down lately so this Wednesday I indulged my (not so) secret (now) crush on lance stroll and decided to treat myself (and all the lance lovers ofc) to some well-deserved lance content, haha! and for the ones who don't like him... just give it a try anyways and trust the process haha! enjoy! 💜

masterlist

One night, a few moons ago

I saw flecks of what could've been lights

But it might just have been you

Passing by unbeknownst to me

Do you know the feeling of your soul inexplicably catching fire? Of losing control of your thoughts all at once? Of your body being filled with enthusiasm at the sight of someone?

Y/N was very familiar with the thrill that hovered every time their eyes met across the room, as lately, it seemed to happen every time the young woman shared the same space with him.

It didn't matter how much she tried to deny it, or how much she looked for other justifications that would explain the butterflies she felt in her stomach. 

One thing was for sure: even in a room full of the most important people in her life, she still found herself continuously looking for his big, beautiful, brown eyes.

It was almost like he was the light in every room she entered.

The driver's lips curved gently, giving her a small lopsided smile as he returned his attention to her brother, bringing his glass back to his lips.

The girl's attention dropped from his eyes to his soft lips, studying the sensual way his mouth moved as he drank the rest of his whiskey. 

I wonder how his lips would feel on m- Stop, what are you even thinking?! Y/N shook her head, letting out a quiet growl, as she stopped whatever fantasy her mind was trying to create before it was possible.

We're just friends. She thought, trying to convince herself that this was just a moment of weakness. Maybe not even that.

Okay, sure, Y/N and Lance seemed to get along beautifully, the two naturally gravitating towards each other every time they got together. But in reality, Y/N couldn't help thinking that he was just being nice, keeping his future brother-in-law's little sister company.

Glancing at the boy beside the Canadian, she saw Scotty who, as if reading the thoughts in his sister's head, turned towards her and gave her a small wave, followed by a hand gesture to invite her to join them. 

Y/N laughed nervously, shaking her head, and decided to walk to the large dining room table to get some more appetizers on her plate.

Nothing like good food to entertain a confused girl.

Life is emotionally abusive

And time can't stop me quite like you did

And my flight was awful, thanks for asking

I'm unglued, thanks to you

Her eyes admired the decorations throughout the house, adorned in detail, without missing a single corner. It was clear that the eldest James sibling and his fiancée had set no limits on their housewarming party.

Their new home was simply magnificent. Its rustic stone walls perfectly complemented its wooden beams and columns, maintaining the house's original charm yet giving it a modern touch. 

The living room led to a majestic timbered window where Y/N seemed to spend eternities admiring the view from the top of the snow-covered mountain.

This really is Scotty's dream, endless snow, she smiled unconsciously.

"Uh-oh, she's smiling." She heard the Australian beside her, her smile growing exponentially as he leaned his back against the wall next to the window. "This can only mean danger."

"Shut up, you idiot." The girl shoved his arm playfully, shaking her head in annoyance. "FYI, I was having a proud sister moment, but I'm glad you stopped me. I definitely needed someone to wake me up from my temporary madness episode."

"Aww, baby sis, you're sooo cute." Scotty pinched her cheek, just like he always did since they were little, in order to annoy her. He knew how much she hated when he did that, so it didn't come as a surprise when she slapped his hand away from her face. "Hey! This is a no-violence zone. Just because you're an adult now doesn't mean I won't tell Mum and Dad."

Y/N rolled her eyes at the image of the smirk on her brother's face. "Just leave me alone, Scott. Go piss off Chloe or something."

The girl turned back towards the food, picking up a small pastry for herself, while the boy put his arm around his sister's shoulders.

He sighed dramatically, although she could still hear the smile on his face. "And here I was thinking you were going to say that I should 'go piss off Lance'... But I'm sure you would rather have that task for yourself, right sis?"

Almost choking on the delicacy she was eating, the girl started to cough, drawing way too much unnecessary attention to her.

Scotty was informing everyone that she was fine, enjoying her reaction to his words too much, as her eyes rose from the table. 

And she couldn't help but curse her bad luck when she found Lance at the other end of the room, right in front of her, wearing a concerned look on his face, as she almost choked to death.

At that moment, she realized not even time stopped her quite like he did.

But mostly, she realized she was completely and utterly fucked.

And it's like snow at the beach

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me

Tonight feels impossible

But it's comin' down

No sound, it's all around

Scotty was patting her on the back, trying to help her, but he was interrupted by the sudden movement of the girl turning towards him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She was nervously fixing her hair, her voice still struggling to come out.

Her older brother couldn't contain his laughter, letting his hand rest on the girl's shoulder. "Oh, my sweet, sweet Y/N... Everyone knows you're head over heels for our boy Lance! No need to deny it, especially to your big bro."

"WHAT?!" She yelled, drawing all eyes in the room back to her. She chuckled lightly turning to the crowd. Before anyone could say anything, she grabbed Scotty's wrist and pulled him into the kitchen. "What?!" She scream-whispered now.

"You heard me." Scotty said, crossing his arms confidently in front of her chest. "You have a big fat crush on Lance and you know it, I know it, everyone knows it!"

"Only someone blind wouldn't be capable of seeing it!" He continued to tease her, having too much fun making her uncomfortable. "In fact, even a blind man could tell by the way you sigh all lovey-dovey every time he walks by you."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do!"

"No, I don't!"

"Yes. You. Do." Scotty emphasized word for word, making the girl give up, even though she would never admit defeat. The man took advantage of her silence to provoke her even more. "Y/N and Lance, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-"

"Scott, stop! Are you a fucking child?" Y/N approached him, covering his mouth with her hand. "I hate you, I swear. Stop this nonsense!"

"Don't worry, baby sis, he likes you too. I'm sure of it." The snowboarder said, giving his sister a kiss on her temple and a final pat on the shoulder, and leaving her alone in the kitchen with her own thoughts.

Lance? Wanting me? That feels impossible. She thought to herself, feeling slightly disappointed. 

But she never let those feelings hang in the air too long, immediately contradicting them. 

It doesn't matter. I do not like him. 

We're just friends.

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, ah

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall, Lance swept through the crowd anxiously in search of the girl that he couldn't seem to get out of his head ever since he laid eyes on her that afternoon.

Though he himself also denied his growing feelings for the young woman, Lance couldn't help but notice how his palms were sweating, or how his heart was beating faster. 

He just couldn't help but feel worried when she disappeared in that state, leaving him wondering how she was.

Waking him up from his ceaseless search, a familiar hand landed on his shoulder, making him turn and find his sister with a sly smile on her face.

"Thank God you chose Formula 1 as a career because you would make a terrible actor."

"What on earth-"

"Get that lost puppy look off your face, Y/N's fine!" Chloe laughed, shaking her head. "Who knew? Two Strolls and two Jameses..."

"I'm not- I was just-" The driver found himself stuttering, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Jesus, Chloe, we're just friends! Friends care about each other. Don't start with this shit again."

"Mm-hmm, sure, friends." Chloe pretended to accept the repetitive excuse that came out of her brother's mouth every time. "I love it when you lie straight to my face just because you don't have the courage to admit that you have the hots for my favourite sister-in-law."

"I don't have the hots for-"

"Hey, watch it, pretty boy!" A voice appeared from behind him as the mysterious person quickly hugged the Canadian by his shoulders, causing his older sister to laugh uncontrollably. "It's my baby sister we're talking about here! Control your emotions, Romeo!"

"I- She- I don't-" Lance found himself in an even more awkward position again, suddenly turning into a deer in the headlights as he was caught off guard.

"Ahhh, kids." Scotty sighed, moving to his fiancée's side, leaning his head against hers without taking his eyes off the boy in front of him. "So young, so in love, and most of all... so stupid."

Lance threw his hands in the air in frustration, turning his back on the couple as he headed to the porch where he would be able to finally get rid of the two of them.

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen

I searched "aurora borealis green"

I've never seen someone lit from within

Blurring out my periphery

Lance carefully opened the elegant glass doors, being immediately hit by the intense cold that settled at the top of the mountain as usual.

He silently thanked himself for remembering to put on his army green padded coat and his grey beanie on his head. He would never have been able to survive those freezing temperatures without them, even if his Canadian blood helped him a bit.

Another factor that quickly contributed to his body heating up was the girl sitting by herself on the wooden stairs.

As soon as his brown eyes landed on Y/N, the driver could have sworn his heart started pumping faster. 

Just a coincidence, he thought, this is all Chloe's fault for putting these ideas in my head.

Gathering the little courage he had left to face these new feelings that were beginning to stir within him, Lance silently walked over to her and sat down on her left side, making the girl jump in fright.

"Oh my God, Lance!" She brought one of her black-gloved hands to her chest in shock, as the other one removed the AirPods from her ears. "You were about to give me a heart attack! Please don't scare a girl like that without warning."

"Sorry, sorry! It won't happen again!" He put his hand on top of her shoulder, laughing at her reaction. 

He took a few moments of silence to watch as her eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in her surroundings.

"God, it's really beautiful up here, don't you agree?" She said, almost in a whisper.

Lance kept his gaze focused on her, not even thinking about taking his eyes off her beauty.

"Just like a movie scene."

My smile is like I won a contest

And to hide that would be so dishonest

And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it

'Til you do, 'til it's true

Unaware that he was subconsciously referring to her and not the dazzling snow that surrounded them, Y/N spoke in agreement. "It is, isn't it? I feel like I'm trapped in a Christmas movie or something." She laughed, eventually letting out a happy sigh. "They're going to love living here. I'm so happy for Scotty and Chloe, you know? They deserve this."

"Yeah, me too. They deserve more than anyone else to live their dream." Lance saw the girl shiver from the corner of his eye as she hug her own body closer. The driver moved closer to her and let his hands run up and down her arms to try to warm her up. "Are you cold? Do you want to go back in?"

"No, no! I'm fine! Just a little chilly, that's all, but thanks."

"Here." The boy removed the hat from his head, pulling it over her hair. The girl blushed at the affectionate gesture, not being able to hide the smile that was stamped on her face as if she had just won a contest. "That will make you stay warmer."

Now it's like snow at the beach

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me

Tonight feels impossible

But it's comin' down

No sound, it's all around

"Thanks, Lance. You didn't have to do that." The girl smoothed her hair shyly, pulling it behind her ear.

As it always seemed to happen, their eyes met, and couldn't let go. They were like magnets, drawn to each other. They just couldn't stand being apart from each other.

With no sound around them other than the muffled voices from inside the house, they both felt their stomachs drop as they both realized it simultaneously.

Fuck me, I'm completely in love with him, Y/N thought.

Fuck me, I'm madly in love with her, Lance thought.

Suddenly, all seemed to be coming down. The two felt consumed all around by the connection between them and they both knew they could no longer escape their undeniable attraction.

"I think I've had enough socializing for today," Lance said, charged with adrenaline. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Lead the way, Stroll."

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, ah

The wind blew in through the open windows of the driver's Aston Martin as the two made their escape without anyone back at the party noticing.

The girl's hair was blowing in the breeze and, even though he knew he should keep his eyes on the road, Lance couldn't help but appreciate the moment and the fascinating smile she wore on her face as she sang to the song that echoed through the car.

God, she's just... absolutely gorgeous, he thought to himself. 

A small smile appeared on his face, mirroring hers, as he imagined how much his older sister was going to piss him off for being right this whole time about the boy's crush on Scotty's sister.

Hopefully, the headache would pay off and he would have a chance to get the girl.

I can't speak, afraid to jinx it

I don't even dare to wish it

But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet

Now I'm all for you like Janet

Can this be a real thing? Can it?

"We're here." The boy said, parking the car in an empty lot with no one in sight.

"The beach! I love this place, how did you know?" Y/N jumped with joy, getting out of the car and letting her arms wrap around his shoulders without thinking too much about what she was doing. "Oh, sorry! I don't know what-"

She was about to pull away when Lance, driven by the realization of his most intimate emotions, pulled her closer to him by the waist. The girl's eyes widened as his face approached hers. "Just took a guess."

Oh but it wasn't a guess.

In all the years they'd known each other, Lance had found himself noticing every detail about Y/N. 

The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the happiest days of her life being at the beach. 

How she bit her bottom lip every time someone asked her about her unstable career as an artist. 

How she tugged the skins on her thumb impatiently whenever she didn't have her hands busy with some task.

Lance didn't know if he could speak, if he shouldn't wish for a chance with her.

He was scared, no, he was completely terrified of the idea that he might lose her.

Could they one day become a real thing?

Fuck it, he thought. It was now or never.

The driver went all-in and risked everything, moving closer to the girl as his eyes dropped to her plump lips. 

He felt a gasp come out of her mouth, such was the way she was taken aback by his sudden move on her, but Lance didn't flinch and persisted on his way to her, until he felt her lips brush against his.

The two leaned towards each other, ready to be eternally consumed by their burning passion...

Until they felt a snowflake fall between their barely joined lips.

Are we falling like snow at the beach?

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me

Tonight feels impossible

But it's comin' down

No sound, it's all around

Y/N turned away from him as her eyes watched as the snow fell from the sky, painting the sand on the beach white.

"Is that-" Y/N couldn't believe her eyes.

"Snow? On the beach?" Lance replied, equally confused. "This is so-"

"Weird." "Fucking beautiful." The two spoke simultaneously, bursting into laughter at the difference in their reactions.

Like snow on the beach (Snow on the beach)

Like snow on the beach (Flying in a dream)

Like snow on the beach (You wanting me)

Like snow, ah

But it's comin' down

No sound, it's all around

Lance's hand came up to the face of the girl in front of him, stroking her jaw with his thumb as he pressed his lips to hers not wanting to risk the moment being interrupted again.

His mouth pressed over her slightly pursed lips, starting with a gentle kiss and building in intensity as they both lost themselves in the moment for what felt like forever.

"I don't know how to put this into words but... Y/N, you are the most amazing, beautiful, fascinating girl I've ever met. Since I laid eyes on you, I've been head over heels for you. I've tried to deny it- Well, more because Chloe kept bugging me about my crush on you." The driver began to ramble on with the nervousness that came with his feeble attempt at a declaration of love. "Anyway, focus Lance! Y/N, you- You are everything. I-"

"Lance." The girl laughed, placing her hands on either side of his face and placing a quick kiss on his mouth. "I love you too."

"Yeah, those are the exact words I meant to say." He laughed, reuniting their lips once again, as they both got lost in their own little wonderland.

Like snow on the beach

(It's comin' down, it's comin' down)

(It's comin' down, it's comin' down)

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[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

✩ -Flustered- ✩

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.9k

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None other than some cussing if you squint!

Maddy is pink in text and Y/n is purple in text!

| Miguel Cazarez Mora Masterlist

꒰ Miguel's Pov ꒱

I stared at the photo on my phone screen, She was so beautiful an angel even.

She was so breathtaking, She had me so flustered and I haven't ever met her.

"Are you stalking y/n's Instagram again?" Maddy asked sitting down beside me, I quickly clicked out of Instagram and turned my phone off,

"What no!" I said playing dumb,

She rolled her eyes sighing, "Why don't you just DM her?" She asked,

"Are serious? DM THE y/n y/l/n?" I asked raising an eyebrow,

"Haha no! She would laugh her ass off- She would probably post it on her Instagram story like Noah Schnapp posted doja cat's DM!" I said throwing my head back,

"No, she wouldn't!" She said rolling her eyes,

"Oh, really how would you know?" I asked looking over at her,

"She just doesn't seem like that type of person," She shrugged smiling.

I was debating on messaging y/n, but the chances of her seeing my DM out of a thousand more are extremely low, I think I'm just gonna have to admire her over the screen and live in my own fantasy world.

"I could do it for you!" Maddy said, I raised my eyebrow looking back at her.

"Do what?" I asked, "I could DM y/n on your phone since you are too chicken," She laughed

"Come on kids we need to go!" I sighed as Maddy and I got up to walk to the limo outside.

"I'll think about it Mads," I said, she nodded as we got in the limo.

꒰ Y/n's Pov ꒱

"Alright, all done!" My Makeup artist Tami said as she closed the lip gloss.

I looked in the mirror and smiled at my reflection, I had just gotten my hair done as well and I was already in my outfit.

My bestfriend Maddy had invited me to a movie premiere, She was recently in a movie called the black phone.

I of course said yes to going, She is my bestfriend after all, Plus she said she needed to tell me something when I got there.

"Are you ready?" Tami said as I stood up out of the seat,

"Kind of, I'm just nervous." I said playing with my rings, "Awh why honey?" She asked laying a hand on my shoulder.

I was excited to go don't get me wrong I loved supporting my bestfriend in anything she did, but there was a certain someone that was gonna be there tonight, Miguel Cazarez Mora.

"Well, I kind of have a crush on Miguel, But he doesn't know me- And what if I stutter when I speak to him or-"

"You will be fine y/n, if there is one thing I know about you it's how confident you are, I've seen boys flirt with you before and you just end up making them all soft, you make them boy's fall like dominos." She said packing up all her makeup.

I guess she was right, I just need to be confident and not make a complete fool out of myself.

"Let's go y/n everyone is on the way there." My bodyguard said as he walked into the room, I nodded my head got up and walked outside to the limo.

"You got this y/n, remember who you are," I whispered to myself as the limo drove off.

꒰ Maddy's Pov ꒱

We had finally arrived at the premiere and I couldn't find y/n anywhere, I just decided to text her.

......

Prettiest girl💕

Hey, where are you?

I just got to the premier

Why what's up?

Come to the green room everyone is back here!

KK getting mobbed lol

see you in a min 😽

😽😽

.....

"Bro shut the fuck up that's why you can't pull no bitches." Mason yelled as he and Miguel walked through the door, Brady and Tristan following in after them laughing.

"What do you mean I got tons of bitches on my d-" I quickly cut Miguel off by Calling out for Mason to come over.

"Mason Come here!" He walked over saying a quick bye to the boys,

"What's up?" He said standing in front of me, "Okay, So you know how Miguel has a fat crush on Y/n Y/l/n right?" I said, and he rolled his eyes.

"Do I know? He never shuts up about her!" He said causing both of us to laugh,

"Well she's my friend and I kind of invited her without telling Miguel-"

His eyes widened as his jaw dropped, "YOU WHAT!?" He yelled, I quickly put my hand over his mouth, I looked over at Miguel who was looking at me and Mason With a confused look, I sent him a quick smile before looking back at Mason.

"Could you shut up! You're goin' to ruin the surprise idiot!" I said rolling my eyes

He put both of his hands up in surrender, "My bad- My bad," He laughed,

"So how are you going to surprise him?" He asked, "I'm just gonna try to get him close as possible and then I'm going to point her out," I said smiling at my plan.

"That sounds like a shit plan," I gasped, He laughed and patted me on the back.

"I think that you should tell her that Miguel has a crush on her and then she walks up and kisses him out of nowhere," He said smiling, I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.

"You that's an even worse plan, right? Consent still exists, I like my plan better." I said shrugging my shoulders, our conversation was interrupted by Miguel walking over.

"Hey, Maddy hows is it going!?" He smiled leaning in for a hug, I hugged him back,

"We were just talking about- Uhh- How Maddy won her soccer game!!" Mason said scratching the back of his neck, He gave Mason a weird look but didn't question his friend's weird behavior

"Congratulations Mads!" He said, We all heard gasps and people whispering,

Next thing I know Miguel's mouth and eyes were wide open, He was blushing like crazy and his breathing started to pick up, I gave him a weird look before turning around to see what's got my bestfriend so flustered.

I smiled as I watched y/n walk through the door, Thanking the guard that opened it for her, She stopped in the middle of the room looking around, Smiling and winking at some people that were staring at her, Her eyes landed on me and I quickly waved her over.

"Holy shit- Holy shit- Fuck- Do I look good she's coming over here," I laughed at Miguel's panicking state, He was so red, it was so cute to see him all worked up over just looking at y/n.

"Dude chill, You look red as shit, You could identify as a tomato right now," Mason said, Laughing as Miguel rolled his eyes, "She's just breathtaking," He said, staring at y/n as she got closer to our group, His hands began shaking, Jesuse christ this man is whipped already.

She slowly walked up to me smiling, "Hi Maddy, It's so good to see you," She said hugging me, I smiled and looked at Miguel who was staring at y/n with wide eyes, Mason hit his shoulder, "OW!" He yelled, rubbing his shoulder where Mason hit him, Mason just rolled his eyes laughing at the flustered boy.

꒰ Y/n's Pov ꒱

"Hi Maddy, It's so good to see you," I said giving her a big hug, I haven't seen her in person for two years, But we obviously kept in contact over the phone, "OW!" I looked over to see Miguel rubbing his shoulder as Mason laughed, I smiled as he looked up at me.

"Hi, I'm y/n," I said raising my hand for him to shake, He gulped before shaking my hand, I could tell how nervous he was, "I'm M-Miguel, It's very nice to meet y-you," He stuttered, keeping intense eye contact, He pulled his hand away smiling, "U-Uh h-how do you know Maddy?" He asked looking up at me, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Real smooth dawg," Mason whispered, Miguel sent him a glare,

"I went to my little sister's soccer game, I was sitting down and Maddy came up to me and started fan Girling," I explained laughing at the memory,

"I was shocked to see you there," Maddy said laughing along,

"I heard that you're filming a new movie, Hows that going?" Mason asked,

I in fact was filming a new movie,

Scream VI, I played as Tara Carpenter and Sam Carpenter's little sister, Alana Carpenter.

"It's going good, I defiantly can't wait for it to come out next year!" I Said smiling.

"You're an amazing actor," Miguel said out of nowhere, Mason and Maddy busted out laughing, While I just starred at Miguel and smiled, He nervously looked away, licking his lips,

"Thank you, I liked your character, Robin Arellano, he was pretty badass," I said smiling, He laughed, looking at me.

A boy with blonde hair came up to us, patting Miguel on the back,

"Are you guys coming, We're going to watch the movie," He said, His eyes cut over to me and he gasped,

"NO FUCKING WAY BRO!" He yelled,

I smiled saying hi,

"I'm Brady- It's so nice to meet you oh my god- you're so pretty," He shook my hand, and We left to go watch the movie.

I sat between Maddy and Miguel.

Me and Maddy were sharing a bucket of popcorn before Mason stole it away.

I sighed as I looked up at the screen, Miguel and Mason's part came up, The bathroom scene.

I felt eyes on me, I looked over to see Miguel staring at me, He quickly looked back to the screen, It was completely dark but I could see the red tint on his cheeks.

"Pst" I heard,

I looked over to see Maddy,

"Miguel has a huge crush on you, Just so you know," She whispered in my ear giggling,

I smiled and nodded my head, "Really! I couldn't tell?" I thought, Laughing to myself,

Miguel looked over at me as we locked eyes, "What's so funny?" He asked smiling,

"Just something Maddy told me," I said looking at the screen,

His eyes widened as he straightened his posture, "What did she tell you?" He asked,

"Nothing important."

He looked back at the screen.

꒰ Miguel's Pov ꒱

Shit, what did Maddy tell y/n, she said she would DM y/n for me,

Would she tell her that I like her here, I fucking hope not- But I kinda hope she did at the same time so I don't embarrass myself,

Fuck I'm shitting bricks right now.

I'm still trying to process the fact she was sitting right beside me!

God do I want to kiss her so fucking bad, But I couldn't, I just had to stare at her like a creep.

꒰ Time Skip ꒱

Everybody had just finished watching the movie and went to go take some group photos.

"I'm starving," Mason whined, placing is hand on his stomach,

"Your hungry? I could eat whole human right now," Maddy said,

"Ah hell Nah!" Y/n said as she moved to hide behind Miguel, everyone Laughed, Miguel blushed.

"Do you guys want to go to McDonald's?" Tristan asked, opening the car door for everyone,

"I would kill for some chicken nuggets right now," y/n laughed as she and everyone else sat in the limo.

"Same," Brady said, everybody agreed on McDonald's.

"We are so bougie rolling up to McDonald's in fancy clothes and a damn limo," Tristan laughed.

"Oh well I want my damn chicken nuggets," Maddy said causing everyone to laugh,

When the group got to McDonald's they ordered and sat down, getting weird looks from everybody in there.

"Hey, I have to ask you something," Miguel said, walking up to y/n,

"What is it," she asked, patting the seat beside her, he sat down and smiled at her.

"Um… I don't know how to say this," he nervously laughed, she just smiled and grabbed his hands, keeping eye contact, "You can tell me," she said.

Miguel took a deep breath trying to brace himself for rejection.

He basically shitting himself at this point, he knew he would never get this moment alone with her again, So why not shoot his shot, if she did reject it would be super embarrassing but at least he could say he tried.

"I… I really like you, Y/n… I think you are absolutely gorgeous and I think that you are perfect, I would like to take you out on a date sometime, if that's ok with you- I understand if you don't feel the same-"

Miguel was quickly cut off by a pair of warm plush lips on his, his eyes widened in panic but hurried to relax as he saw it was y/n.

When they pulled away Miguel was a blushing, Flustered mess.

He was smiling like an idiot, but who wouldn't be if they had just kissed Y/n l/n, he was definitely losing it when he got home.

"I like you too Miguel, I would love to go out with you," Y/n smiled, pulling him in by his shirt for another long kiss.

...

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starstruck | s. h.

nav. | m.list

requested: nah, i've just been daydreaming about this the whole week so

wc: 0.9k

pairings: steve harrington x gn!henderson!reader

warnings: unedited work, not proofread, swearing, kissing

a/n: this was better in my head. also, i'm literally so in love with steve harrington that it's not even funny. anyways, board exams soon so this is probably the last you'll see of me for a while. OH ALSO, i've literally never learnt astrology before so my information is probably wrong, i got it off wikipedia. so yeah, don't be too picky about that lol

Steve has no idea how he ended up in this position: stargazing at Lover’s Lake, taking in the beautiful sights of the sky while desperately trying (and failing) to keep his eyes off the real beauty next to him, you.

Your brother naps somewhere to the right of you both, his huffs gentle and features relaxed. You had joked that he was only ever tolerable when he was unconscious, and Steve’s immediate agreement had both of you muffling chuckles into your hands, not wanting to wake Dustin up. Although, this had been all his idea.

Dustin had been the one to drag the two of you out here, talking your ears off about this new telescope Suzie had been designing. He had enlisted Steve’s help early on, so you saw Harrington more around the house than usual, something you didn’t know was possible. The two had holed up in his room for weeks on end, trying time and time again to build a functional model, before finally achieving a working, albeit kind of collapsing, telescope. Dustin insisted they try it out that very night- smart, considering it was held precariously in place by various pieces of tape- and invited you along.

Which brings us back to Steve’s current predicament: you. You look unfairly gorgeous right now, he decides, bathed in the light from constellations he couldn’t name. You’re lying on your back on one of the soft blankets you had the foresight to grab on your way out of the house, him next to you. He can feel the heat of your shoulder as it presses into his, feel the softness of your thigh when you shift to get more comfortable, the blanket little protection from the rocky ground underneath you.

“Look!” you exclaim suddenly, and Steve’s eyes jump, following the point of your finger to the sky, squinting at the little lights shining in the distance. 

Taking a glance at Steve’s furrowed eyebrows, you explain further, “It’s the Big Dipper. You know, the asterism in Ursa Major?” 

“Oh yeah, totally,” Steve bluffs, wishing he was even half as smart as you or Dustin are. You mistake his cluelessness as disinterest, biting your lip in nervous regret as you say, “Not a big astrology fan?”

“I guess? I never really understood the point of it, or how to tell which constellation was which. I, uh, actually don’t know any.” Steve offers a little quickly, having noted your slightly crushed expression and wanting to be rid of it as soon as possible.

“Really?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow, eyes darting over his face.

“Yeah. Why’s that so surprising?” Steve asks, cheeks heating as your eyes travel the bridge of his nose.

“Because you’ve got so many right here,” you say, your hand coming up to cup Steve’s face delicately, a soft thumb brushing over his cheekbones.

Steve stops breathing.

You don’t notice his still body, opting to continue. Gently, you dot five freckles on his left cheek, before tracing them in a figure. “That’s Aries,” you whisper to him. You gently poke his nose as you shift your hand to the right side of his face. Steve can’t even count the amount of moles you touch before you’re stringing them together, linking them with the warm trail your finger brands on his skin. “Perseus,” you say simply, unphased, while Steve’s heart practically beats out of his chest at the attention and proximity. 

“Oh! And my favourite,” you say, hand cradling his jaw as you crane it up slightly. You tap three freckles in a sequence before tracing them together, “Orion’s belt.”

“I like how it’s hidden away here,” you say quietly when Steve doesn’t move to speak (he literally can’t though, his throat almost hurts with the words warring against each other.) “You kind of have to look a little harder for that one.”

“You’ve really been studying me, huh?” is all Steve can come up with after a few seconds of tense silence.

You grin at him, “You could say that. You have more on your back, by the way. It’s really cool.”

Steve wonders if knocking the air out of his lungs comes naturally to you, considering how easily you always manage it. The thought of you going out of your way to look at him, to really see him, to see beauty, constellations, where others saw only imperfections and blemishes causes emotion to lodge in his throat. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me before,” He admits to you weakly, “I always thought they were ugly.”

You sit up, indignant, aghast. Steve follows your motion with surprise, sitting up next to you, but still wishing you were closer.

“How can you say that?” you choke out the words, your hands going to Steve’s cheeks to once again smooth over the beautiful markings on his face.

“Steve Harrington,” you say quietly. He finds your eyes, the grave seriousness in them strikingly beautiful to him.

The crickets have stopped chirping, and Dustin no longer snores. Or maybe Steve’s just so focussed on you that he’s blocking all other noises out. Either way, when you next speak, it’s all he hears.

“Your face is made of the stars, Steve,” you tell him honestly, “You contain multitudes of beauty.”

Once again, Steve wholly regrets not being as intelligent as you, as poetic. But when his lips touch yours, unable to hold back any longer, when his hands slide around your waist, fitting into the grooves there that may as well have been built for him, it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters except for you and the stars, the ones you make him see.

[froggibus]

I've had this idea and I just want to give it to you as a request, I hope you're not too overworked with all the work you've been putting out for all of us! Maybe a one-shot with Hanzo or Genji (whichever you prefer to write the most!) where after a one night stand, you get pregnant and don't tell him in order not to burden them, etc and they find out via someone else or by picking up on small changes on your body, personality? Angst with a fluffy ending, but completely up to you if you want to make it all angst, etc!

Happy Little Accident - Genji Shimada

Pairing: Genji Shimada x reader

Genre: angst -> fluff

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: you get pregnant with your mission partner’s child after a one night stand, and now you’re not sure what to do

CW: pregnancy, reader is AFAB!, morning sickness, nausea, vomiting, angst, mentions of abortion (??), lots of crying, genji is relentless, ghosting

Happy Halloween!! I love this idea so much! thank you anon! also took a bit of a break cause I was SUPER tired after my first day of work, plus just wanted to play obey me in bed <3 enjoy lol

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“Shit!” You scream, banging your head on the tile wall of your bathroom. 

The little stick you’re holding in your hand stares at you, two little pink lines on display. In your anger, you snap the stick in half and toss it across the room. It clatters, sound echoing through the room. 

Hot tears clouded your vision. How could you let this happen? With him of all people? It was one night. Just one. And now you were dealing with the consequences of your actions. 

Genji and you had just come back from a rough, three day mission, and you had one night to spend in London before the extraction team came. The two of you had never been close outside of work—only seeing each other when you had to. 

Yet you had always harboured a bit of a crush on him. The quiet man was good at what he does, and he was hot too. Spending a night in a cramped hotel room together didn’t help, either. 

One thing led to another and suddenly he was on top of you, muttering your name like a prayer and giving you the best night of your life. 

He hadn’t tried to reach out to you since, and to avoid an uncomfortable interaction, you decided to use up your vacation days. For the first week or so, you had a good time. You spent time at the beach and sipped mimosas. 

The second week is when it started to go to shit. You woke up every day feeling devastatingly nauseous. You thought you might have gotten food poisoning or something, but when it lasted longer than a few days, you knew what it was. 

Which brought you to this devastating moment where you’re staring at the shattered pieces of a pregnancy test, realizing you’re carrying Genji Shimada’s child. 

You place your head in your hands and tug on your hair in sheer frustration. 

—

You can’t help but lift up your shirt and look at yourself in the mirror. There’s no visible bulge, no significant change in your appearance. The only evidence of your situation is the pile of positive pregnancy tests in your trash can. 

There’s a ding from your phone, forcing you to drop your shirt and leave the bathroom to check it. 

Shimada: heard you’re not on assignment this week

You don’t answer, slamming your phone face down on the counter. God, how were you supposed to tell Genji? Not only could this end your career as an agent of Overwatch—it could end his, too. 

Another ding, another message. 

Shimada: sucks :( they’re putting me on assignment with Cass instead 

You take a deep breath before typing back. 

You: that sucks :(

You see the three dots show up, indicating that he’s typing and turn your phone off. You don’t want to deal with this right now, and instead settle on grabbing a pint of ice cream from the freezer and flopping into your bed. 

The world (and Genji) can wait a while longer. 

When you check your phone again, there are three messages. 

Shimada: is everything ok with you? 

Shimada: feels like youre avoiding me after the mission 

Shimada: i promise it won’t be awkward 

You check the messages but you have no desire to answer them. What do you even say? You can’t tell him the truth, it’ll just be a burden on him. 

You end up leaving him on read, turning your phone off again and going to bed. 

—

You go back to work after another week. Countless mission assignments wait for you, not to mention the incredibly annoyed cyborg ninja. 

“Y/n!” Genji practically ambushes when you make it to the hangar. 

“What’s up, Shimada?” 

You try not to look in his eyes but the man makes it impossible, purposely walking directly in front of you. 

“Are you avoiding me? You haven’t answered my texts.”

“I—“ you sigh, “listen, I was just out of work for a week. I’m supposed to be going on a mission with Lena, we’ll talk when I’m back, okay?”

It was the truth, mostly. Although you didn’t plan to tell him what was really bothering you, knowing it would only burden him. 

“Yeah, I know. I swapped with Lena,” your face went white at his words, “you’re going on the mission with me.”

“You swapped? Why?”

It was impossible to hide the panic in your voice. The two of you were going to be stuck, together, in a hotel for at least a night. There’s no way you’ll be able to avoid this conversation with him. 

“Because something is obviously going on and you’re going to tell me.”

“Just leave it alone, Genji.” You groan, “can’t I have any damn privacy?”

“Not when you’re hiding something from me!”

Morrison enters the room just in time to see the two of you mid argument. “Jesus!” He shouts, “the two of you are behaving like fucking children! Just get on the damn plane.”

You and Genji mumble out variations of ‘yes sir’ and slowly climb aboard the plane. You sit in the back row, as far away from him as possible. 

He gives you a sad look and sighs, taking his seat at the front near the pilot. The events of the morning, you could feel exhaustion overtaking you and before you know it, you’re drifting off into sleep. 

—

When you wake up, you’re laying down across the back row. The air in the jet is cold, but you’re surprisingly warm. When you sit up, a grey sweatshirt slips off your shoulders. 

You squint suspiciously at the fabric before realizing it’s Genji’s. The owner of the sweater is sitting in the row in front of you now, clearly asleep. 

You sigh and cuddle it closer. It smells like him. You miss being close to him, but you know it’ll only be a matter of time before he finds out and leaves for good. You settle in and try to swallow down the nausea, waiting for the jet ride to be over. 

By the time the two of you are at the hotel you’re meant to be staying in, you’re almost overwhelmed by the nausea. You barely manage to swipe the keycard and make it through the door before you’re skidding to your knees in the bathroom. 

Your stomach heaves with every wave of nausea, your arm propping your forehead up on the toilet seat. You don’t even hear Genji come in until he’s sitting next to you, rubbing your back. 

“Y-you don’t have to be here,” you mumble, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“You’re sick, y/n. What else am I supposed to do?”

You bang your head on your arm, “not sick.” You moan miserably, “not sick…”

You raise your head from the toilet and suddenly Genji is wiping your face with a cold cloth, looking at you seriously. 

“But if you’re not sick—“ his eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

You sob, more tears coming. He’s going to figure it out. You let your head drop down and cover your face with your hands. 

“Y/n,” his voice is shaky. “Are you…are you pregnant?”

You cry harder at the word, nodding your head pathetically. Genji is taken aback, he has no clue what to do here. You’re pregnant, and you’ve been avoiding him—which can only mean:

“It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod again. “I-I’m so sorry G-Genji!”

You expect him to be angry or annoyed—to be mad at you for ruining his career. Instead, strong arms wrap around you and press you closer to his chest. 

One hand rubs your back while the other rubs your hair. You’re limp in his arms at first, but eventually you give in to the hug and let him hold you. 

“Shhh, no more tears,” he says. “It’s okay, y/n. I-I’m not mad, it’s okay. Everything is gonna be okay.”

“B-but—“

“But what?”

You cry, “I’m ruining your career! I had to-to go and get pregnant and now—now I’m just a burden!”

You can’t make it through your sentence without crying even harder, Genji desperately trying to keep you from spiraling into a panic attack. 

“How could I be mad about that? Y/n, you’re carrying my baby…I-I’m gonna be a dad,” he sniffles until your hair. “Unless you’re not planning on—“

“I’m gonna be a mom,” you realize, cutting him off. 

He pulls back so he can look you in the eyes and presses a messy, desperate kiss to your lips. “I didn’t even know I could have kids,” he cups your cheek, “I’m so happy right now.”

He pulls you back in for a kiss, and for a minute, everything feels alright. 

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Do you have any loveless/heartless characters? I think they're real neat <3

this post got superrr long lol. im avoiding my homework <3

so this is a complicated ask for me because my definition of "love" is intentionally different from a lot of more mainstream conceptions of it. love isn't a feeling to me, it's something you DO for people you care about, right? you make someone feel loved by doing things that show you care. you putting in that effort and correcting your behavior for their sake is love.

so in that way i don't consider any of my characters loveless. because to me Love is something you chose to do so nobody can really be loveless inherently, they're just choosing not to act loving towards someone.

HOWEVER, from what i've gleamed from a quick google search about loveless aros, it doesn't necessarily seem that being loveless is exclusive to my definition of love?

like, i'm seeing loveless aros talk about not having those kinds of feelings or doubting/opting out of western ideas of love that don't fit them. some talk about not forming that kind of "deep emotional bond" though I'm confused if they mean like.. in general, or just romantically. cuz i've never had a deep romantic bond but i've never really considered that an indictment of Love Itself so much as a type of love that I'm just not a part of.

some people are describing it as specifically romantic love that they know they can't feel. but then again some people are just using it to mean they reject "love" as a label for their emotions/experiences, so like. idk.

it feels like im on the exact same page as a lot of these people it's just that their conclusion was to throw out the word love and mine was to not accept the premise that romantic love is the highest or most important kind of love and focus on, like, other forms of love that are important to me. like my siblings and friends.

soooo i can't say any of them are loveless for sure, cuz i don't identify that way and i'm not sure i grok it yet.

HOWEVER,

I do have aromantic characters, if that's what you mean. though a lot of them are in weird psychosexual situations with each other (just cuz i dont wanna have sex doesnt mean its not fun for my characters to), though there's one or two healthy QPRs thrown in there.

tbh my understanding (or lack thereof) of romance seeps into all of my characters so even the ones who are supposedly in love are doing it with hints of aromanticism cuz like. i dont care what a crush is, yknow? there's only so far romantic tropes can take me before i tap out and just do my own thing.

but as for like canonically aro characters i've got Hondo & quinn, dotty, toasty, Thomas (you guys don't know Thomas yet lol she's a peach), Ezra and Pet (pet is a weird monster tho and Ezra is sort of dead so idk if that counts), Misha Mistaka, Pasiflora, and probably my new one, Benbeck.

I also consider Groe aroace but that's like, a whole thing. cuz Groe is mostly known for having been married to Maureno (one of my characters i explicitly consider allosexual, if not alloromantic) and their relationship takes front and center at every point sfsdf.

because even when i dont see it as romantic i LOVE to make characters lives intertwined and dependent on each other. due to my own personal issues. to be honest i dont think groe and maureno are "in love" i just think they're inextricable dependent on each other. i think their "romance" is an inherently aromantic one because it's not about romantic feelings its about their friendship and trust, which includes kissing and sex sometimes but isn't diminished when they don't do those things.

I don't think Groe feels romantic feelings but i get that two characters who ostensibly have their weird fucked up "romance" be the core thing going on in their life isn't exactly the aromantic rep that ppl are looking for. i mean, it is for ME, but not for everyone.

i guess im just not Good Aro rep tho, cuz im not interested in romance but i AM interested in finding a person who i know I can depend on for everything and share my life with, yknow? i want someone who i know will always be on my side.

and that looks the same to a lot of poeple as romance but the experience of it was way different. cuz i can be with them forever and never want to do more than kiss their forehead as a sign of affection and that'd be great for me, while i KNOW that's unthinkable for a lot of people.

but when writing my characters it's hard to really portray that internal difference. so i think ppl just assume it's romance, and like, that's fine i guess?

so like, groe and maureno fuck cuz it's fun and cuz they have unresolved issues but it's not crucial or even really important to their relationship- to the point that they care WAY more about who each other is hanging out with than who each other is having sex with.

but now i'm rambling about asexuality and stuff.. uhhh the point is YES i have aromantic characters NO I dont know if they're "loveless"

but if a character isn't aromantic or at least aspec that's probably cuz i made a concerted effort to think of them as such.

[megamindsecretlair]

It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 4

Chapter 3 Chapter 5

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. Cursing, SMUT. Unprotected PIV (wrap it!), oral fem receiving, fingering fem receiving, dirty talk, pet names, possession kink. Mentions of emotionally abusive family, family trauma, and caregiving. I'm fudging the timeline a bit. Dom Sam, some fluff. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Sam took you on another sweet date, but you had other plans.

Word Count: 4,029k

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A/N: Yeah...just yeah. I don't understand it myself, but WHEW! I've never been to DC, so don't shoot me. Don't forget to take breaks and hydrate! Bit long again, forgive me! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! If yall understand the gif system on here, please let me know LOL

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Sam invited you out for a picnic. You hadn’t thought he was serious. So far, he had taken you on a few more dates, each more romantic than the last. Every time you arrived home, you had to pinch yourself. You couldn’t help waiting for the other shoe to drop, but maybe there wasn’t a shoe.

Maybe that was just who Sam was. He was thoughtful, kind, hilarious as hell, and you wanted to be around him more and more. The coffee dates at work weren't enough. Staying up with him on the phone wasn’t enough. Falling asleep to the deep tenor of his voice wasn’t enough. You saw him all day at work, talked to him all night, and went on a handful of dates.

So, on a crisp Saturday afternoon, Sam took you on an honest to God picnic in Gravelly Point Park. It was a stretch of flat, grassy land with a spattering of trees in the distance. It overlooked the Potomac and on such a clear day, the Washington memorial was like a beacon. 

Overhead, planes flew by intermittently as they landed. You had mentioned that you loved watching planes once. And here you were, watching planes with Sam. He had spread a large red and black plaid blanket on the ground and packed you a few sandwiches, juice, water, fruit, and chocolate.

“Who helped you plan this one?” You asked.

“Smart ass. I did this myself. I need some credit,” he said. He looked absolutely delicious in a crimson sweater with the sleeves rolled up, dark jeans, and boots. He braced his arm on his leg and faced towards you.

You wore short pants and a breezy top. The weather was exceptionally nice. You brought a jacket just in case, but you loved to feel the sun on your skin. You turned your face towards the sun a little, your sandwich abandoned for the time being.

“Do you always eat so slow?” Sam asked.

“Shut up!” You said and laughed. You picked a piece of bread off of your sandwich and threw it at him. He caught it and laughed, chucking it into his mouth. You watched him lick his lips. 

You casted your eyes towards your sandwich while your mind went to all sorts of dirty places. “I got used to making sure my family ate before I did,” you said. 

It still wasn’t easy talking about your family. You promised to do so, but you kept waiting for Sam to get frustrated like Ariel did. For him to cut you off or reprimand you for catering to them before you catered to yourself. You looked at him. He looked at you patiently, no hint of judgment or recrimination. 

You sighed. Sam didn’t do anything to you. And in your mind, he was America’s most wanted. It soured the delicious taste of the sandwich on your tongue. Your emotions were all over the place. And it wasn’t fair to him.

“Somewhere, somehow, my mom just…stopped being my mom. The dynamics shifted. I became the parent and she became my child. By extension, so did my siblings. And it’s not their fault. It’s no one’s fault. But it’s not easy breaking those habits,” you explained.

“What have you tried to do to break it?” He asked.

You shrugged and ate a bite of the sandwich, letting the rich flavors give you an excuse not to answer right away. A plane flew overhead and you watched the underbelly, trying to guess which airline it was.

When you finished, you looked at him. “Little things. Making my siblings do more of their share. Not running like a hound whenever my mom needs something.” 

Sam nodded. “People don’t always like to change when they’ve gotten used to someone taking care of them.” 

“My mom is the worst. She expects it like…like I need to serve her before anyone else. And God forbid I make dinner and put my plate down first. You’d think I slapped her. So of course, I feel guilty and try to make it better. Then my food is cold and now I’m pissed.” 

Sam nodded. “Have you talked to her about it?” 

You chewed on another bite of sandwich, mulling your answer over. “How do you get a brick wall to understand that they’re hurting you? I tell her things, like hey, this is bothering me. She says sorry but keeps doing it.” You shrug. You avoided his gaze. You hated talking about your mom.

Somehow, it always made you feel crappy. As if you were a horrible person talking about the woman who birthed and raised you. Pathetically, you clung to the memories of when your mom was full of life. When she would swing you around and dance with you in the kitchen during Thanksgiving. It was hard to look at her now when she needed so much attention and care. 

“Hey, tell me about what you would be doing if you weren’t at the VA,” he said with a smile. He was giving you an out. Try as you might, it was difficult to guard your heart against him. 

You smiled. “I actually don’t know. I wanted to do a lot of things while I was in college. I studied a lot of different things. I thought I wanted to be a teacher, or psychologist, or criminologist. I volunteered once at a homeless shelter, got to talking to some of the vets. Reminded me of my dad, since he served. I switched to a social degree, so VA there I went,” you said. 

Sam nodded. “I love that. You work really well with people.”

“You’re just trying to butter me up,” you said. You finished off your sandwich. Sam chuckled and took a sip of water. You watched him drink it, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. You looked over the expanse of his neck, his wide shoulders, and the forearms visible because of his rolled sleeves.

Another plane flew overhead and you snapped out of it. You shouldn’t be openly ogling him. But how could you not? He was so damn hot. 

“Come here,” Sam said.

You looked at him, confused, but scooted closer. You sat at an angle so that your shoulder was pressing into his chest. He ran his thumb over the corner of your mouth.

“You had some mustard there,” he said. He pushed his thumb into your mouth and you licked away the mustard. A tingle spread from your thighs outward. Sam pulled his thumb away, his brown eyes darkening as he looked at your mouth. You looked at his.

He kissed you slowly with all of the time in the world. He licked your lips and you made a noise in the back of your throat. You scooted closer to him, though there was nowhere to go. He sucked on your bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth like he wanted to devour you.

Sounds receded. There was only his breath fanning over your and the slide of his fingers around the back of your head, drawing you closer. Your hand was on his thigh, feeling the muscles bunch.

You could have sat there for a minute or an hour. It was you and him and the soft breeze. The tingle worked its way up one side of your body and down the other. Your panties grew damp as he kissed you. He nibbled on your bottom lip before swooping back in for another pass. 

Painfully, he leaned back and you chased him before he pressed his forehead against yours. “Been hurtin’ for your kisses lately,” he whispered against your lips.

“It’s all I can think about,” you confessed. Whenever he spoke, whenever he laughed, you were drawn to the way his mouth moved. To his wide lips and the way he smiled. He either smiled like he knew a secret you didn’t or like the whole world was his for the taking. 

“Come back to my place,” he said.

He hadn’t phrased it as a question, more of a quiet demand. Without hesitation, you smiled. “Race you to the car.” 

He chuckled as you leaned away and started helping him pack away the picnic. A thrill raced through you. Anticipation made your movements jerky, out of control. Both of you were giggling and out of breath as you shoved the remaining food and fruit into the basket. 

You stood up and Sam picked up the blanket and shook it out. He didn’t bother folding it neatly. He rolled it into a messy ball and grabbed your hand. He dragged you to the car and giggles escaped you.

At the car, he gave you a quick peck. He opened the door for you and took the basket out of your hands. He threw it into the backseat with the blanket. You got into the car, out of breath and a little sweaty. He closed the door behind you and jogged to his side of the car.

He got in and looked at you, reaching over and grabbing your chin to pull you in for another kiss. “Start the damn car, Sam,” you said. He chuckled.

You ran your hands over your thighs to dry them. You were wound tight, full of raw need. Desire pooled low in your belly. 

Sam chuckled and started up the car, peeling out of the parking lot and headed towards his place. Once there, Sam let you out of the car but couldn’t resist pulling you close. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he kissed you again. 

You both giggled as he pulled away. Barriers had fled out of the window. There was no time for thinking. You felt like a teenager again, making out for the first time. Everything was new and vibrant.

You wanted to keep touching him. To rub the soft fibers of his sweater in between your fingers. To feel the rough denim of his jeans. The smoothness of his skin. He nuzzled your temple and took a deep breath.

He grabbed the food and blanket from his car before taking your hand and walking up to his place. It was lovely on the outside. A small townhome suitable for a bachelor. He let you walk in first and you braced yourself for the worst.

There was no need. The place had an inviting, colorful feel to it. You immediately stepped into his living room, with a small couch and table. There were pictures and paintings on the wall. He had a lamp with a wooden base over by the window. His living room walls were green but it didn’t look like it carried all over the house.

He had a surprisingly large dinner table for just one man and you peeked at his small kitchen with oak cabinets. Sam dumped the blanket on his couch and the basket on his table. Then he grabbed your hand and tugged you upstairs to his room.

You didn’t notice a thing as he pulled you into his bedroom. The walls were a deep, deep ocean blue. His bed was neatly made, military corners. 

Words were unnecessary. You undressed each other. You took off his sweater to reveal the black tank underneath. He lifted your shirt and his eyes narrowed at your dusty rose bra. He licked his lips as he stared at your chest. 

He smiled as you reached for each other’s pants, unbuckling it. He wasn’t super tall, but you did have to look up at him. Into his beautiful eyes. He kissed you as you worked the jeans off of his hips. In your haste, you both forgot to kick off your shoes. You laughed as you undid your sandal straps and he kicked off his boots. 

Then, the jeans blessedly came off. He wore black briefs and you stared openly at his strong, muscular body. Where the hell was he hiding all of that? You stared at his ass plenty of times over the months, but you had no idea he was packing all of that. 

His dick tented his briefs and twitched the more you stared at it. “Pants,” he said, snapping you out of your trance.

You huffed playfully and finished removing your own jeans and showing off your matching underwear. He whistled, low, and his eyes roamed over your body. “You are so damn gorgeous,” he whispered. It was so quiet in the room, it was like he shouted it.

You grinned at him and he approached you. The feverish desperation you had at the park and car came back tenfold. You ripped at his shirt, shoving it over his head. Your hands roamed over his chest and stomach. He didn’t have a traditional six pack. He was packed with muscle but it was sturdier, healthier, with some weight to him. You salivated over his body.

He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and used his other to snatch the thin cover off of his bed. He shoved it to the side and prodded you to get onto the bed. His bed didn’t sit that high off of the ground, it was the perfect height for his waist.

He followed after you, laying his weight on you and kissing you deeply and passionately. His hands wandered all over your body as if he didn’t know where to grab first. He squeezed your boobs, caressed your belly, and grabbed your fleshy thighs. He settled in between your legs and fit like a perfect puzzle piece.

You relaxed into him the more his hands moved. Your arousal leaked out of you. His dick rubbed against you over your panties and you gasped and sighed, needing more. You were so turned on, you grabbed at his bare back. You ran your nails over it and he trembled on top of you.

He broke the kiss and looked at you. “You’re so fucking sexy, my God,” he said. You laughed. “Me? You should have told me how fuckin’ hot you were under those old man clothes,” you said.

“Old man clothes?” He gasped. He started to tickle you and you squirmed. You pleaded with him to stop. He didn’t. He went for any available area of skin he could tickle and you scooted up the bed, trying to get away from you.

He made a disapproving noise and leaned back. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you back down the bed. Your mouth dropped in a perfect ‘O’ and he nodded. “Thought I was gonna let your sexy ass get away?” 

Mistakes were made. You giggled nervously at the ravenous look in his eye. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to, okay? Just say stop, and I will,” he said.

You nodded. “I want this,” you told him. He grinned. That was all the invitation he needed. He grabbed your panties and pulled them slowly over your hips and thighs. He kissed the length of them as he dragged them off. 

He tossed your panties to the floor and pried your legs open. He panted as he got his first look at the core of you. There was no way to mistake the glistening wet center of you. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes.

You worried something was wrong before he got off of the bed and yanked you closer. Your ass half hung off of the bed and he was the only reason your legs hadn’t hit the floor. He knelt, keeping his eyes on you. 

He kept them trained on you until he couldn’t anymore. His tongue darted out, teasing your pussy lips before he truly dived in. Your back arched off of the bed as his warm tongue lapped up everything you had leaked out.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your pussy. He consumed you. His tongue played dirty, filthy tricks on your clit. His wet sucking and licking filled his bedroom and you held on to his arms. 

Your thighs shook and the heels of your feet dug into his back. You moaned loudly and breathlessly. Desire gutted you and made you move and squirm. Sam held on to you tightly, not giving you much room to wriggle. 

He looked up at you, pausing what he was doing. Your juices dripped down his chin and there was a long spit chain from his mouth to your pussy. He placed a sloppy kiss to your thigh and then bit it. You cried out.

“I’m gonna get you there,” he promised. He licked your clit once, twice, and then went back to sucking. 

He sped up, as if he could feel your pussy convulsing around nothing. “Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam…” you chanted over and over, gripping his arms. He moved his hands up until he clasped yours, your hands gripping each other's’. You exploded all over his face. You wailed through your orgasm. And he kept sucking throughout it all. 

You calmed down but your heart was beating a million miles a second. Sam stood up and wiped his mouth with his discarded shirt. He smirked at you. You were sure you were a mess.

“Got damn, woman. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he said. He swiped his fingers through your folds. You were still sensitive and jerked under his grasp. He helped you scoot up the bed. He grabbed your hands and pulled you into a sitting position so that he  could free your titties.

He licked the remnants of your orgasm on his lips before climbing on top of you once more. He kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You crushed him into your body. He wasn’t nearly close enough. 

He chuckled as he kissed down your jaw, to your neck, to your chest. He licked one titty while his hand toyed with the other one. His free hand went back to your slick folds. He rolled his finger around your clit until slipping a finger inside you. 

“I need one more,” he said. He looked at you while he switched his attention on your titties. One hand held himself up in the bed while he suckled your other boob. His hand continued to pump in and out of you. 

“Sam…” you said. You weren’t used to cumming that many times. Your max was about two. He lifted his head from your chest and smirked at you. 

“Give me one more, little one,” he said. 

You clenched around his fingers and he smirked. “Oh, you like when I call you ‘little one’.” You shamelessly clenched again. He grinned evilly and got a mischievous glint in his eye. You got the feeling that you just handed a lit match to a firestarter.

He leaned back onto his knees and pulled his finger out, licking his finger. He grabbed your hand and trailed it down his body until he made you cup him. He was big. Bigger than you had ever encountered and your eyes widened slightly.

“I want to give you all of this. But I also want you to be comfortable,” he said. You nodded. 

“Words, little one,” he said. 

“Yes, Sam,” you said and rolled your eyes. 

He released your hand and sat back on his legs as he spread your legs wider. “You made such a mess for me,” he said as he surveyed your pussy. You giggled breathlessly. He returned his fingers to your pussy, moving it back and forth. You made little stuttering moans that made him grin wider.

He added a finger and then a third one. Then he rubbed his thumb along your clit. Soon, you were shaking and convulsing until you were slapping pathetically at his hand on your thigh.

He only chuckled and tilted his head at you. “Aww, you can’t handle it?” He asked.

You shook your head back and forth until he pressed his thumb harder and you came again. “Fuuuck,” you moaned.

You panted as Sam stood up and pulled down his briefs. His thick cock bobbled as he freed himself, precum already dripping out of him. He stroked himself and you licked your lips, watching every glide of his fingers on himself. 

“I’m clean, I haven’t been with anyone in about a year. My last check up was last month,” he said.

“Pill,” you said absently, still watching. You came twice and still you wanted more. You wanted more from him. Sunlight poked through his blinds and slanted over his beautiful naked body. He was like some god, standing over you, ready to corrupt you. 

He climbed back onto the bed, kissing the daylights out of you. Your tongues meshed together, sloppy, wet, and your harsh breaths mingled. 

Sam slotted himself in between your thighs and rubbed his cock up and down your folds, collecting as much of your arousal as he could get. Then he entered you on a vicious growl. His forehead dropped to the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned. 

You gasped around the fullness of him inside of you and he wasn’t even fully seated. You bit at his shoulder and he twitched inside of you. He moved, nearly out of instinct. He felt too good. “Don’t stop, please,” you pleaded. 

You wanted what he offered. You wanted him deep inside of you. You never felt more connected than you did right then and there. You never wanted him to leave this spot. This right here. Him above you, framed by the setting sun, licking your neck. In his eyes, you felt like the most beautiful person in the entire world. 

Sam had a bubble and if you were lucky enough to get inside of it, he made you feel like you were soaring. Flying. He began to stroke and move his hips, speeding up with every slide. You held on to him desperately, communicating without words that you were there. You were there to greedily take everything. 

Your hands cradled his head as pistoned inside of you, groaning. “So fucking good, so fucking good,” he murmured against your skin. 

You were probably loud as hell in his ear but you didn’t care. You couldn’t contain this one. Your orgasm built and clawed its way to the surface. Your nails dug into Sam’s back and he nodded.

“Just like that, little one. Let it go for me, baby. You take me so well, little one. So fucking well,” he said.

“Sam…I’m so…cl-” You muttered in between strokes. Your voice was small, thin, and more like a tinny wail. 

He sped up even more, driving into you and driving you into the bed. He lifted your legs some and drove in deeper. “Oh shit,” you squeaked before you were cumming on his dick. 

“That’s my little one,” he praised. He moved his head and gave you a sharp kiss. He bit your lip and you continued to moan through your orgasm.

He came with a deeply satisfied moan. He pushed into you as far as he could go. Making sure that you took every last, single drop. You were both slick with sweat. You ran your hands up and down his back as he huffed.

He dropped on top of you, his full weight crushing you to the bed. You welcomed it all. He twitched inside of you and you squeezed his hips with your thighs. You didn’t want him to leave just yet.

You wanted to take a picture of him right here and now. Freeze this moment forever. There was no drama, no family, no worries. There was just you and him connected. 

He kissed your cheek, jaw, and forehead. You both groaned. The mind was willing to keep going, to make this moment stretch for eternity. But the flesh was weak. You did not have a fourth one in you right now. There was no way.

Sam leaned up so he wasn’t still crushing you. You smiled at him. You were both a sweaty mess. And he never looked sexier. 

“Can you stay with me?” 

You caressed his face, his cheeks, and played with his short goatee. You nodded. “I’ll stay,” you said. 

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[issuesdolly]

Jonathan Davis NAUGHTY Hotel Date with You

#jonathandavis  #jonathan davis #korn #jon davis #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #oral

Warning: 18+ … smut… sex, oral, my filthy mind 

Summary: You are Jonathan's girlfriend and you and he have been missing each other terribly while he's been on the road. He has been horribly deprived of an orgasm for a long time and needs you badly. You finally get to spend time with him in the same city on a few days off he has from touring and you have a romantic/sexual encounter with him at his hotel.

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Story:

The night before you finally got to see your love, he called you on the phone after his gig. It was the middle of the night but you didn't care, you are both nocturnal insomniacs and you had waited for his call with all your heart. You had been dreaming about tomorrow, finally getting to wrap your arms around him, have him hold you tight and smell him, kiss him again. In your dream you were in the hotel lobby looking for him. You woke to the sound of your ringtone. Though you were lost in dreamland you immediately feel a jolt of happy adrenaline. You answer.

"Baby!"

"HI honey!" Jonathan says with a giggly tone.

"How did everything go?" You ask.

"That show just about killed me haha. I'm so fucking beat" Jonathan said.

"Well I can't wait to pamper you tomorrow.... or should I say later today," you said.

"Oh you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to these days off, and to finally seeing you. I have missed you so much honey," Jonathan said.

"I've missed you with my whole heart too," you said.

There was a pause as you both nervously laughed and breathed down the phone.

"MMmmmhh," Jonathan said in a sultry tone. Your breath caught in your throat.

"You know, I can't promise how I'll be this evening, I've gotta try to get some rest. It's so hard to wind down after a show. So much fucking adrenaline. But I'm going to do everything I can to rest up for you" Jonathan continued.

"Awww I know you will. It's going to be hard for me to get back to sleep now too haha, I'm so excited to be with you again," you replied.

"Oh hun, me too. You have no idea," Jonathan said in a more giggly and giddy tone.

"I want..... to make our time count," Jonathan said in the naughtiest voice you ever heard.

You had trouble replying right away because you felt immediately aroused.

"Oh, you can BET I want that too. We will make this time count," you managed to reply in a soft tone.

There was an awkward pause while he giggled the naughtiest giggle you had ever heard.

"Until tomorrow then, or should I say much later today haha," Jonathan said.

"Until later sweetie" you replied shakily.

"Sweet dreams hun," Jonathan said in a sweet tone. You hung up.

That evening you were in the hotel lobby in his favorite dress. You didn't even bother getting too made up. You knew he was going to tear you apart, in a good way haha. When you two are together at home you make love or straight up fuck HARD every night, and now you have been apart for a LONG time by your metric. You see Jonathan enter the lobby looking for you. You lock eyes and he gives you the happiest, radiant grin.

A few people immediately spot him and start approaching him while he gives them polite nods but doesn't take his eyes off you and continues forward as if they don't exist. He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and crushes you against him. You give him a huge kiss on the lips. Because you are in public and people are watching, maybe even taking pictures, both of you put on your best "PG rated" kiss, knowing you will have your real embrace in private. Jonathan quickly takes your hand and leads you to the elevator before people have a chance to distract him, try to strike up conversations, or beg for attention. He's still kind to the bystanders though, saying "awww thank you guys.... this is my girl, we gotta get going right now, we are late for dinner.... but thank you."

You get into the elevator alone and you say "dinner? We're going to dinner? I gotta be honest, I'm not hungry. I really just want to be alone with you."

Jonathan turns to you and smushes you up against the elevator wall slowly.

"Oh trust me, we are going to be alone" Jonathan says very quietly.

" That was just my excuse to them. I'm taking you straight to our room. If you want dinner after, we'll order it in," Jon says in a naughty tone.

"Fuck. I need you," you moan and the two of you kiss passionately against the elevator wall while his arms wrap around the small of your back and slide down to your ass.

He is much taller than you so he has to lean down to give you a proper french kiss while squeezing and massaging your ass and pulling your lower body towards his crotch. He  presses his front hard against yours, rubbing your crotches together,  and you can feel him already getting hard. You instinctively wrap one of your legs behind his back inviting him into your open legs as he continues your standing make-out session. He slides his tongue further into your mouth while kissing you hard. His hands slide down to your thighs and he starts to instinctively pick you up by your thighs so both your legs are wrapped around his lower body. The elevator comes to a halt on the floor of your room and he groans and stops, gently putting you down reluctantly. The two of you breathe hard as the elevator door opens and you hazily walk out, holding hands and letting him lead you to your room with him.

"Fuck... I don't want you to think I don't want to catch up with you and just have a wonderful evening and talk and all that other shit," Jonathan says while nervously laughing with a raspy, giddy voice.

"Babe, it's really okay. We've talked on the phone as much as possible. And I'm sure we'll have a chance to just talk on the days off. Right now.... I think we both know what we want," you replied, your pussy already soaked. You can feel wetness in your panties with each step.

Jonathan opens the hotel room with his keycard. He stares hard at your eyes with the warmest, sexiest grin. "Yeah I think we know... and I've got something to admit" he says while giggling in that same naughty tone.

"What it is baby?" You inquire, as he leads you in.

"Well hun, I've not had much alone time this last week, like all. The road has been a stressful MESS. Basically I haven't even jerked off in a week," Jonathan admits.

"Oh shit" you say laughing. You know what that means. Both you and he are hypersexual. You BOTH need a daily orgasm whether it's by yourself or together.

"So hun, I'm really sorry if.... well... when we get into it.... I can't last long...the first time at least," Jonathan admits. "But YOU KNOW I'll give you more. I'll give you everything. I'm gonna make you cum so hard. It's just......right now.... my dick is fucking ready to burst for you" Jonathan says in a hushed, beyond sexy tone as he pulled you into his arms again and pressed his front against yours.

You melt in his arms. His dick is rock hard and your pussy is soaked and ready for him. There's nothing you want more than to feel him cum after so long. To finally let him relieve that long-held need.

"I almost had a wet dream last night while thinking about you," Jonathan said in a giddy tone. "But I'm glad I didn't.... I saved it all for you," he said in a whiny, raspy tone.

The two of you kissed passionately and you couldn't take it anymore. You pushed him onto the first thing you could see, which was a nice comfy couch. You ripped your own panties off and hiked up your dress while he moaned and undid his pants and yanked them off along with his boxers. His cock sprang out, and you shoved him back down onto the couch while kissing him hard, as he pushed his tongue deep into your mouth.

He gripped your hips tightly with an insane amount of need while moaning loudly and cursing, "FUCK. FUCK baby." You grasped his cock in your hand and started jerking him, nice and firm. He threw his head back against the couch and moaned some more. You wanted to tease him and masturbate him for awhile, but with his cock already rock hard and throbbing in your hand, you knew how badly he needed the rest of you. You quickly straddled his lap and lowered your wet pussy onto his needy cock. He gasped in a way that was like you had just overloaded him with pleasure and relief. His breath caught in his throat and he bucked his hips against your body, using his big hands to pull your hips further against him, pushing his cock deeper inside you. It felt beyond amazing to you too. The relief of finally having him inside you. Your clit was throbbing. You wondered if you might actually come as quickly as he will!.

Jonathan came back to earth for a second and tried to refocus on pleasuring you. As you road his lap and bucked your hips up and down against him, he slid a finger in your mouth. You instinctively sucked and licked it. He slid a second finger in, you took the second finger continuing to suck and lick it while you fucked him. He moaned watching you, his eyes staring HARD into yours with an intense and dazed expression as you could tell how much he was already losing control. He took his fingers out of your mouth and reached down to slide them against your clit. He definitely wanted you to feel good too. He rubbed his wet slippery fingers against your clit, rotating, flicking it and pushing hard against it and into it. You let out a huge moan and collapsed your head against his shoulder. Both of you moaned loudly as your hair was intertwined in a big mess and you lost yourself in pleasure while riding him. Your body was growing weak in his arms and your legs were shaking. You weren't sure you could stay on top anymore. The level of arousal was making you feel faint.

Jonathan could feel you weakening  and collapsing against him.

"God, I'm so faint baby! You feel so good," You said

"Don't worry baby, just let me fuck you" Jonathan replied in a very raspy, deep voice.

He grabbed your hips and started bucking HARD against you. You didn't have to do anything except keep your legs wrapped around him and your arms wrapped around his shoulders for balance. You went limp in his arms from the overwhelming pleasure of feeling his hard dick taking you and you knew you were going to cum soon.

"Ugghhhh fuck!" Jonathan yelped. I can't-.... I can't hold back.

You wanted to cum but knew he was absolutely bursting for it. He'd held on as long as he could.

"It's ok baby, let it go, cum for me," you replied.

Jonathan started moaning and grunting loudly and uncontrollably. He pushed hard into you bucking his hips insanely hard into you in long rhythmic motions.

"fu-----fu----- oh god..... UGHHHhhh fuck I can't---- FUCK!!!!" Jonathan yelled. He grabbed your hips hard enough to dig his fingernails into you and let loose.

You could actually feel his cock erupt inside you and pumps of warm liquid spill deep inside you. He groaned loudly like an animal and completely lost his breath. The pumps of warm cum continued and continued. You just held him, with your arms wrapped around his neck, lulling your head against his shoulder and moaning as he continued to release inside you. There was so much pent up cum you could already feel it spilling out of your pussy and draining down his twitching cock and between the two of you.

You slowly lifted your head off his shoulder to gaze at his face. He had the most blissful expression on his face, with his eyes winced closed both the most relieved and exhausted looking smile you had ever seen from him. You slowly planted kisses on his neck, ears, flustered cheeks and lips.

His thighs were shaking and his cock was still buried inside you, leaking and dripping what he had held for so long just for you. His breathing continued to be hard and shaky and he loosened his grib pn your thighs, realizing he had left nail marks and a little bit of blood.

"Oh my god......" Jonathan said with his voice breaking. "Fuck. I'm sorry sweetie you have no idea how bad I needed that," he continued while trying to rub away the blood from your thigh.

"I think I do know how bad you needed that, Jon," you said reassuringly while still feeling beyond aroused. You slowly slid out of him and so much liquid came out of you you realized you both had made a mess of the hotel couch. Jonathan continued to try to catch his breath. You sat across his lap and the two of you chuckled at the fact you were both half dressed. His shirt still on and your dress hiked up above your waist, messed up and stained now. The two of you sat slow kissing and catching your breath for a few minutes. Eventually Jonathan moaned and said, "I'm stilll gonna make you feel good, trust me. I want you co cum as hard as I just did," he said with a wicked grin.

You shook in his arms. He got his strength back and carried you to the bed. He slowly took your dress off and took his shirt off and the two of you lay next to each other in bed, kissing and facing each other naked.

Jonathan slid two fingers into your needy pussy. It was still dripping with his cum. "Fuck, I really made a mess of you, didn't I?" Jonathan said with a wicked grin.

"Mmm hmmm " you moaned while smiling gleefully.

Jonathan slid a third finger in and you moaned loudly. He was always amazing at fingering you. He rubbed his thumb against your wet, hard clit while continuing to gently but firmly slide his fingers in and out of your pussy, pressing them hard up against the roof of your vagina. With his long soft fingers he always knew how to hit your  g spot over and over again. Now it was you throwing your head back and moaning. He kept at it while kissing you and pressing against you as you felt yourself building to an orgasm. You moaned into his mouth while you bucked your pussy against his hand, holding his wrist with one of your hands to push him further into your pussy. You were feeling closer and closer. Without warning, Jonathan slid his fingers out of you and left you bucking the air with your needy pussy.

You were confused for a minute, until Jonathan slowly kissed down your naked body, sucking and rubbing your tits, then planting kisses on your stomach before dipping his head in between your thighs and planting slow kisses on your inner thighs. You knew you were going to cum so hard, you hadn't been this aroused before since the first time you and he had sex. He started kissing your soaked pussy. You pulled back for a moment.

"Fuck!!! Jon! You know I want you to lick my pussy.... But ... like, right now? Your cum is still leaking out of me" you said giggling and moaning.

He pressed his face against your thigh locking eyes with you and gave another darker, wicked grin, "I love you baby. I don't give a fuck! You know I'm freaky," Jonathan replied.

Your legs shook in anticipation of him licking your pussy. Jonathan briefly looked down at the cut he had accidently left with his nail when he gripped your thighs so tight and dug in. He looked briefly upset. "Sorry sweetie....." he said, and planted a soft kiss on the cut before opening his mouth and licking it clean. Your thighs shook while he did this.

He placed his head back between your legs and planted kisses on your pussy before sliding his tongue firmly against your clit. You moaned loudly and gripped his matted, moist hair with both of your hands as he continued to pleasure you. He pushed his fingers back into your pussy while licking your clit, letting his tongue massage your throbbing clit. You were so close already. Your thighs shook and with his other hand he gripped your thigh again, holding it firmly in place. He wasn't going to let you go anywhere until you had cum HARD on his face and on his fingers. You threw your head back, losing your breath, as you felt your orgasm coming. "Fuck ... fuck, yes, Just like tha---- that.... I need you baby," you yelled.

Jonathan moaned into your pussy. He couldn't resist and pulled his fingers out to slide his tongue as far as he could into your pussy while pushing his fingers hard against your clit and rhythmically rubbing. That was it, you lost control and came insanely hard against his tongue, fingers and face. Your hips shook and with his free hand he continued to hold you down, keeping you in place. The orgasm was an overwhelming stimulation to your clit and felt like you actually ached and vibrated.

But he was not going to let go until you had ridden that climax hard. You yelped and moaned loudly and let out a scream as he continued to press his tongue and head deep against you with his fingers pressed on your clit and his arm holding you down. You kept coming for what felt like a minute or more. You didn't know. You had lost track of all sense and time. Slowly you came back to earth as you heard Jonathan moaning and slowly pulling out of your pussy, leaving soft kisses all over it. He kissed your thighs and you could feel how soaked his soft lips were. You had made an absolute mess of his mouth and face. He looked up at you with a tired and satisfied grin.

"Do you feel better baby?" Jon asked.

"hugghhhh... fu..... what do you think? I love you so much," you replied through gasps.

"I love you so much too baby," Jonathan said as he slowly rose up from your pussy and crawled back up your body, placing his naked, sweaty body against yours.

He nestled his face against yours. You instinctively wanted to give him a huge kiss. You pushed your face towards his. He held back for  a second.

"Right now?" Jonathan giggled. "Are YOU sure? My face is pretty messy," he said with a satisfied grin.

"I'm sure baby, I'm freaky too," you replied grinning. The two if you shared a slow passionate kiss. You could taste  him as well as yourself. You tasted good together.

The two of you were exhausted. You lay next to each other in bed, facing each other. You threw a leg over him and realized how soaked your inner thighs were. The two of you had definitely made a mess of this room. The sheets were wet. The couch was wet. His hair and face was wet. "Maybe we should hop in the shower before bed," Jon suggested. "Mmmmm, yeah... maybe...." you replied, half asleep. The two of you continued holding each other and breathing hard. That ended up being the last thing you remember as the two of you just fell asleep. You had both come too hard to move. The rest can wait. You wandered into dream land while hearing Jon breathing and lightly snoring against you. 

[babyjakes]

where the heart is. [blurb.]

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event | feb '23 blurb night

summary | jake makes for the sweetest surprise during a valentine's day spent in the hospital.

pairing | best friend!jake jensen x college student!reader

warnings | reader is in the hospital (post-surgery), jakey is a little nervous so this is probably just as much reader comforting him as him comforting reader lol, this whole thing is just soft sweet fluffy goodness and i am so unapologetic about it- we all deserve adorable shy jakey who has a lil crush on us hehe <33

word count | 913

requested by @starksbabie | For blurb night what about Reader being in the hospital for Valentine’s Day so Jakey comes to surprise them with flowers and balloons?

an | thanks so much for this cute jakey request friend!! i thought it would be so cute to try out best friend!jake, i just think this would be the sweetest way for him to confess his love for reader hehe :'-) he's such a dork, i love him <333

February 14th is supposed to be an ordinary day for you. You've been in the hospital for a few weeks, recovering from a somewhat extensive operation. The routine of the unit is familiar to you now, and though it can get rather lonely at times, you're hopeful about being released soon. With only a few close friends knowing about your stay, you haven't had visitors yet, and aren't exactly anticipating any as most of your social circle is away at school.

Which makes it quite the surprise when your sweetheart of a nurse pops her head into your room, the biggest smile spread across her face as she tells you excitedly, "Y/n, I've got someone here to see you."

Lifting your head from your book, you raise your brow in confusion. Guessing it might be your doctor stopping by check in on you, you fold your page, stashing the paperback next to your pillow behind you as you straighten up a bit in your seat. "Oh?" you ask.

Before the nurse can respond, a familiar face appears beside her; with cheeks about as rosy as the bouquet of pink lilies in his hand, Jake smiles sheepishly at you. "H-hey y/n," he greets, the poor boy's gaze struggling to find yours as he looks over timidly.

Softening immediately at your friend's clear embarrassment, you grin brightly back at him as you coo, "Jakey! Oh, it's so good to see you- come on in!" Easing up a bit at your warm reaction to his surprise appearance, Jake makes his way over to your bed, settling down on the edge of the thin cot's mattress.

From her spot in the doorway, your nurse tells you both sweetly with a wink, "Have fun, you two," before closing the door to allow for some privacy.

"I-I hope you don't mind me showin' up unannounced like this," Jake rambles as he offers you the flowers; taking them gratefully, you bring them up to your nose for a brief inhale before smiling gently at the blonde.

"Of course I don't mind- this is the best surprise ever," you gush, reaching over to place the beautiful arrangement in the glass of water sitting on your bedside table. "It's so good to see you, Jakey," you tell him again, "what brings you all the way back home- aren't you in the middle of your term?"

"Well, yes," he admits with a slight chuckle, "but I knew you'd probably be spendin' all this time alone, and I just... I dunno. I didn't want you to get lonely." Eyes widening a bit at his words, you reach your hand out to take his. Seeming a little surprised by the gesture, the boy doesn't hesitate to accept.

"That's so sweet, Jake. Thank you."

Dark grey eyes settling in on yours, he seems to pause for a moment before opening his mouth to speak again. "I-I had balloons too, in the car, but- oh man, this is so embarrassing," he laughs a bit nervously as he reaches his free hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, "as soon as I opened the door, well... you know... they flew away before I could grab 'em- I had my hands full, with my keys and the flowers and..."

"Aww bud," you hum, reaching out to rub his back gently. "That's okay, just seein' you is more than enough for me. I missed you, Jakey."

"Missed you too, cutie," the adorable man whispers. "School's no fun without you; sure, I got the guys on the tech team, but... they're not my sunshine. Not my y/n." At the familiar nickname, your heart pounds softly in your chest. With the way he's looking at you, and the unmistakable fondness present in his tone, he doesn't need to say any more for you to be able to guess what really brought him back to your hometown.

"How're you holdin' up?" he asks, a hint of concern appearing on his face as he looks you over. "You healin' and everything? They takin' good care of you here?"

"They take great care of me," you assure him, placing your free hand over his as you hold it gently on your lap. "Every day's a little easier. Think they might release me sometime next week."

"You're not in pain, right? They're givin' you all the medicine you need?" Jake asks softly, a hint of heartbreak shining in his eyes, as if the very thought of you in pain might bring him to tears.

"No pain," you confirm, giving his hand a squeeze. "I'm doin' just fine, Jakey. I promise."

"Good," he nods, seeming relieved at your response. "If it's okay with you, I think I'll stay in town until whenever they discharge you next week- I got all my coursework on my computer, and once you're out, I'd love to... you know..." Now it's your turn to bite back tears as you catch the sweet boy's hopeful gaze once more. "I'd love to take you out for a real Valentine's Day, y/n. If you'll let me."

In an instant, you're throwing both arms around Jake's neck to pull him in for a hug. "I'd just love that, Jakey," you sigh, the feeling of his familiar embrace such an overdue homecoming.

"Then it's settled- you 'n me, sunshine," he tells you, and there's nothing more in the world that the boy could say to make your heart swell bigger.

[pinkrelish]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game | thank you for the tag @jo-harrington!

1) How many works do you have on A03? - 11

2) What's your total AO3 word count? - 521k+

3) What fandoms do you write for? - currently stranger things, but i used to write for naruto too.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - the "yes" policy, i tripped and fell in love with you, one of us has got to change, temptations too sweet to resist, once upon a coronation.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - yes! all of them: ao3, tumblr, wattpad, ffnet. the only exception is if someone comments *way* long after the chapter is out and i see the notification while in bed but by the time i've done my morning routine, i've forgotten to reply. 💀

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - wish you were here in it's unfinished state, probably. for finished fics, there's a blurb for obito where he catches feelings and it ends messily.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - i'm a sap, so all my endings are cheesy lovefests tbh.

8) Do you get hate on fics? - nope!

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - yes. slowly. it's my least fav to write, but also most important to me as a romance writer to include and have it be meaningful. it's usually soft, with lots of feelings. and way too much description.

10) Do you write crossovers? -nah.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - lol yeah.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - not that i know of!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - nope. not my thing. i don't get along well with others.

14) What's your all time favorite ship? - me and the fictional boy i have a crush on.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - the vampire!eddie / bed and breakfast / beauty and the beast / romcom + enemies to lovers wip. i add details here and there, but who knows if i'll actually write it all out like it is in my head.

16) What are your writing strengths? - no idea, really.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? - perfectionism paralysis. it leads to beautiful paragraphs, but a single paragraph will take me upwards of ten hours to get juust right, and then i wake up the next day and think of a different punctuation structure that works better, and then after publishing i realize it would've made more sense if i remembered other vocabulary word and used it in a sentence instead, and now all my big brain writer friends who write immaculate 5k+ chapters in a single day are cringing at my word choice and judging me.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - translations at the end of the chapter are nice, but hopefully it should have enough context around it that i can guess/assume what it means. that is to say, i don't have strong feelings one way or the other if it's included or not!

19) First fandom you wrote for? - yu-gi-oh or naruto.

20) Favorite fic you've written? - the "yes" policy.

[cinnamon-bunni]

levi/barbatos is currently rotating in my head rn and is tumbling like clothes in a dryer so you know what? headcanon list time lets go I thank you the total of like 5 people who will end up reading this they mean the world to me okay?

LEVIBARB HEADCANONS

Leviathan falling for Barb first, and man does he fall hard

He starts crushing on the butler when he fixes his cosplay; Levi had ordered it and it showed up damaged and ripped. Barbatos got around to fixing it before Levi could, and he hadn't even asked him to do so

It's just the idea of that Barb is so cool. Like cooler than anyone that Levi knows

He can bake, sew, he knows curses and spells, has wisdom on just about anything and everything--he's the cool type in dating sims. A kuudere, if you will, but even cooler

I don't think Levi has ever had a real crush on someone before. like don't get me wrong he has so many characters from his games and anime that he would do just about anything for, but I don't think he's really harbored those feelings for someone that is not in a computer screen

i like to think levi would then be so obvious about his crush on the butler, while the thinks he's being cool about it. everyone in a five mile radius knows about it lol

and ofc barbatos knows about it. like how could he not? levi isn't exactly secretive about it. the demon started to come over a lot more and try to find excuses to hang out with the butler

Barb humored him tho, because he did find him kinda cute. but more like in a way one would feel towards a sopping wet cat they found on the side of the street. he found it funny that levi was at times even willing to help him with things like baking or tending to the gardens, even when he wasn't good at either of those things

At some point it changed, though. Barbatos isn't sure when, but there is a point where it changes from him humoring Levi for the fun of it and into enjoying the other's company

Such an odd pair, tbh. They both know it but they are good for each other me thinks

Like??? As I've discussed Barb starts to genuinely enjoy Lev's company. He starts to laugh and smile more, acting less stoic even when Levi wasn't around

And Levi acting like a high school girl in love??? That's the good shit lol 💞💞 he is so much happier with life and the outside world and even came to terms with Barb being a normie! Because he is willing to learn <33

because!!! because Barb is open to learning about Levi's interests. Levi helps him interact kitchen (even though he isn't the best at baking) and he tends to the garden with him (even though he isn't all that knowledgeable on plants), and seeing as levi indulges in his hobbies, why not enjoy is free time in what levi likes?

Besides, levi just looks so happy when barb offers to play a game or watch an anime with him. and yeah barb fucking sucks ass at the games and has to politely ask levi to stop pausing on each frame of the episode in order to get through it all, but its the quality time together that counts

do you think about how lucifer and the others would feel? because i think about that all the time

like again levi isn't able to keep his crush secret at all so i imagine all his brothers (sans lucifer) try and help him out. like they drop heavy hints towards barb about how levi is interested in him while levi fights off the urge to call lotan out of sheer embarrassment in order to get them to stop

mammon so takes credit for those two getting together; levi was late for his first date because asmo wouldnt let him leave until he approved of his outfit; lucifer is holed away in his office, demonous in hand, trying not to think about his brother going out with diavolo's butler

like. i am sure diavolo would support it and would be extremely happy for barbatos that he found someone that makes him happy. but lucifer? he is speaking through gritted teeth of how happy he is for levi. he is definitely fine about this decision because his brother is a grown demon and can make his own decisions but he will be processing his feelings with a bottle or two (or three) of demonous later that night

and just....Levi being so awkward on the first few dates?? i mean im sure he will always be awkward when he's around Barb but like?? poor thing is a mess lmao

idk man something something barb brings such a huge comforting feeling to levi and levi gives barb a breath of fresh air into his life and something something they give strength to each other to leave comfort zones and live for something that makes them happy

[nicholasluvbot]

SECRET ADMIRER - &team maki

SYNOPSIS maki is besotted by his best friend, y/n. everyone knows, except her [ because she's so dense lol ]. however, she's too busy crushing on nicholas. nicholas is popular, hot and can pull anyone he wants causing maki to feel a twinge of jealousy whenever y/n talks about or to nicholas. what happens when nicholas suddenly seems interested in y/n and she starts receiving gifts and notes from a secret admirer?

STATUS ongoing

WORD COUNT 0.6k+

WARNINGS lowercase intended, not proofread, that's all ig...

TAGLIST @cbx-blogsstuff @completelyrain @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs @aguamarinee @jalapenokpoppers

MASTERLIST // NEXT // PREVIOUS

CHAPTER 6 friends, that's all.

"yn, you look stunning!"  hanni giggled as you gave her a hug.

"thanks hanni!"

"minji's giving us a ride, she'll be here any second now", hanni replied as she looked left, waiting for minji's car.

"maki and jo are coming too, right? why aren't they here yet?"

"no idea. we should give them a call- oh look, they're here!"

maki and jo joined you outside your house, where minji was going to arrive soon. maki beamed as soon as he caught sight of you. he waved at you and pulled you into a hug.

"you look great, yn", he murmured in your ear.

"oh look minji's here", said jo as he pointed towards your left.

"we're here", said minji after 5 minutes, "let's meet here again after we're done and no drinking", she added.

"jeez stop acting like a mom, minji", said maki as he held out his hand for you to get out of the car.

"where are the others?" asked jo, scanning the room.

there were a lot of people here. you saw a lot of familiar faces who smiled at you to acknowledge your presence. harua, hanni, yunjin and yuma were supposed to meet you by now, but they weren't there.

"should I try calling them? they should've been here", said jo as he scrolled through his contacts.

at that moment, a familiar face slapped maki's back in greeting.

"you guys are here!"

you turned your head as soon as you heard nicholas' husky voice. he grinned at you and eyed you. maki visibly tensed but it went unnoticed by you.

"they're here!" hanni said as your friends joined you.

after greeting the rest of your acquaintances who had just joined you nicholas moved closer to you and asked, "hey, wanna go elsewhere? I could introduce you to some of my friends"

"sure", you replied automatically.

you saw minji mouth the words 'no drinking' before turning around to leave.

nicholas knew a lot of people, no, he knew too many people. it wasn't like you were too introverted. you knew a lot of people too, that was unavoidable as maki, your best friend was basically friends with everyone. but almost everyone at the party seemed to know nicholas. you two talked for awhile about school, your friends and a lot more things. he was very easy to talk too, plus he made you feel at ease. and it felt ridiculous how your heart fluttered at the tiniest contact of skin and everytime nicholas smiled.

"you know, I honestly thought you were going out with maki till this year." said nicholas as he sipped on the drink (not alcohol) he got for both of you a few minutes ago.

"yeah, everyone thinks so too. I'm kinda used to it now. but we're just friends, really"

"but you've never felt anything for him? like ever?"

"no I haven't. never."

he laughed and looked down at his drink that was almost finished, "what about maki?"

you were sorta taken aback by this question. "huh? what about him?" you asked.

"hasn't he ever felt anything?"

"no, I don't think so. we've been friends since we were kids and we've had each other's backs all the time. I know it may seem like we're into each other but trust me, we're not." you stated, hoping he would change the topic.

"are you sure though? cause I've seen that boy almost snap his neck in class because he heard your laugh and wanted to see why you were laughing", said nicholas while he stared at the crowd of people dancing a few meters away from you.

"yeah but there's nothing between us. we're friends, that's all", you said, failing to hide how irritated you were.

"alright, I'll take your word for it", he said, finally sounding convinced.

"wanna go and dance?" he asked as he put down his glass and took your hand.

"okay", you joined him, the thought of maki leaving your mind completely as you danced in nicholas' arms feeling blithe and carefree.

AUTHOR'S NOTE written chapter! hope you guys like this. there was a lot of nicholas x yn in this chapter but that's just how the plot goes.