#omg look y'all i finished something

[sa-banana-ana]

I got bored, frankly, it's annoyance if anything, of going to my university library. To remedy that I've been going to a public library branch and today it really made my day!

They had a display about book recommendations based on zodiac signs. I always find zodiac themed items a little funny, and naturally, I wanted to see what would be deemed a good Sagittarius, my own zodiac sign, recommendation. I had actually been looking for my libraries collection of Neil Gaiman books the day before and was disappointed when GO wasn't there. Well, now I know why. 🥰

Anyways I spent the last 30 minutes before I had to leave reading and giggling to myself. 🤭

[seouljazzbar]

GO WITH IT

MARK LEE (이민형)

ABOUT 𓂃 ࣪˖ “have sex with me so I can finish writing this” inspired by this tweet or when mark offers to solve all your problems, it's much better to go with it

WARNING 𓂃 ࣪˖ language, mark is a bit of a slut, 18+ spiderman kiss (you’ll see lmao), allusions to fat cock mark… 😵‍💫, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mark’s name repeated like 78 times (no seriously, it’s up there), reader bent like a pretzel, orgasm denial, this author loves a comma, a pinch of softdom!mark, silly ending

PAIRING 𓂃 ࣪˖ bestfriend!mark x bestfriend!reader

WORD COUNT 𓂃 ࣪˖ 6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE 𓂃 ࣪˖ a little surprise drop for my favorite neo! i guess it's also a wee bit of a belated birthday gift to him :) i skimmed it for typos and stuff but i unfortunately did not edit it the way i should have, sorrryyyyy hope y'all enjoy! omg also reader's room is yu nabi's from the kdrama nevertheless hehehe

Nobody was busier than your best friend, Mark Lee. Between his job, his vibrant social life, and his weekly family dinners, you were lucky to be offered a slot in his schedule. It was always a yes to Mark Lee. Usually.

The last three times Mark had tried to make plans with you were all failed attempts, and the excuses varied each time. There was nothing shameful about the truth, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that your friendship was being thrown to the backburner while you sloppily attempted to get your life together. He knew all about your small business, taking commissions for art prints and ceramics, but he had no idea how much time and effort went into each piece. Besides, knowing Mark he would offer to help, and that wasn’t going to be of service to you in the slightest. 

All you could do was rot in bed, hoping that something would spark your creative mind to no avail. Frustration was starting to take up every corner of your mind— from the nonstop orders that you couldn’t fulfill, to your supplier raising prices, to the fact that you hadn’t had a good date in two years. You were wound too tight to function, and any minute now you were going to start pulling your hair out in chunks.

The sound of the pin-pad at your door let you know that Mark was about to come barreling through. There were so many times that you’d be in strict creation mode, headphones in at full blast while Mark banged at the door pleading for you to answer; when it started to feel like a normal part of your routine, he just requested the code to let himself in. “Yo!”

Except, this time, none of that was necessary. Your headphones were stuffed in their case on the other side of the room, workstation completely untouched with your multiple projects stacked on top of each other. Despite the custom orders piling up over the last two weeks, you hadn’t had the artistic strength to move forward with any of them. The only thing you could do to  buy yourself a little time was to post a message asking for patience and understanding while you navigate some vague emotional hardship. Realistically, though, it would only buy you another week or so before people would start to get angry. 

“Hi.” Perched on a stool near the kitchen island, eyes locked on the cup of coffee you warmed up seventeen minutes ago, you were out of it.

Mark waved a few inches from your face, trying to get your full attention. “Hello? Earth to ___, are you okay?”

You snapped out of it, looking over at your best friend to see that he was dressed for a night on the town. “Sorry, got a lot on my mind right now.”

White, distressed tank top, loose plaid button-up undone, and his sexiest pair of black jeans. The way the meticulous curls fell around his face, looping around his forehead in a way that feigned boylike wonder. He looked oh so delicious, but you would never tell him that— his ego was big enough for the both of you. “Anything I could help with?”

A stifled chuckle barely reached his ears before you cleared your throat, turning toward him with renewed energy. “No, not really.”

Mark put his phone and keys down on the counter, taking a quick intermission to wash his hands before walking back over to you. He’d never been in your apartment in this way before— an unannounced hangout where you’re clearly just a stop along the way, being so underdressed in his presence. He’d seen you in a swimsuit before, but something about a big shirt and underwear felt far more intimate than the two strips of fabric. “This is like the third time you’ve curved me, if you hate me just say that.”

“Oh, you’re so fucking dramatic. I’m just busy.” You shoved at his shoulder, urging him to take a seat so you wouldn’t feel so awkward with him standing over you. He refused cooly, taking a look around your apartment to make sure you hadn’t been aimlessly rotting since the last time he stopped by.

“Even I'm not that busy. What’s going on?”

“I’ve just…” You sighed heavily, a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Talking about everything wrong in your life felt far too heavy, too much to divulge to a friend seemingly just doing a wellness check. “I think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, and I’ve got all these creative blocks that won’t go away and honestly I just need to be fucked like properly fucked to get my juices flowing again but all of the men worth giving it up to are in hiding.”

Mark stood there, mouth agape in disbelief. He did ask, after all. “Woah.”

“Yeah.” It felt embarrassing to hear laid out like that, but there weren’t too many secrets between you and Mark in the first place. Your sex lives weren’t off limits for discussion, and the two of you had plenty of chats that were NSFW in nature. But blurting out how badly  you needed to be railed? That was a new one.

The silence spoke for itself, apparently. You didn’t want to chance a glance up at him, but you knew that you’d have to say something. Maybe something to cover your ass, let him know that you’re well aware how ‘TMI’ that was. Or even—

“I’ll fuck you.”

You nearly choked on air,“What?!” Now you had no choice but to look at him, scanning the twinkle in his eyes in search of sincerity.

“I’m really good, too.” He took a step towards you, eyes never leaving yours as his hands found home in his shirt pockets. This was a side of Mark you rarely got to see— charming, smooth, confident. There were times, namely on nights out, where you’d get a taste of it, watching him chat it up in some dark corner with the prettiest girl you’d ever laid eyes on. But this, being on the receiving end? Watching his eyes drink you in like sweet tea on a balmy Southern summer afternoon? It was enough to make your heart skip several beats. 

“Mark—”

The smile he cracks at you makes you embarrassed for even considering it. “I’m just messing with you, geez,” Heat takes over your face as you try to hide it from him, palms rubbing at your cheeks as your heartbeat tries to find its resting rate. “Although, given that reaction, maybe I shouldn’t be.”

“Shouldn’t be what?”

“Messing with you. Joking, rather. I can definitely mess with you, if you want,” Running so hot and cold in such a short window of time has you shivering under his gaze, scared to make the wrong move and ruin what you’d beg him for. “Hm? Is that what you want?”

The air is thick with anticipation, nothing but the consistent drip from a ceiling leak as the soundtrack to your staring contest with Mark. He was so close to you in all of his Friday night glory, cologne a cloud around you as the heat from his chest permeated your personal space. You were certain that just one taste, just one night in the throes of passion with a curly haired Mark Lee would solve all of your problems. If you closed your eyes, you could picture it— sweaty bodies intertwined amidst the sweltering heat of your studio after dark, the fanning of his breath in your face as he rocks into you, his strong frame caging you into the bed so all you can focus on is Mark, Mark, Mark! His sighs and whines of pleasure flooding your senses so they’re all you can pay attention to, just his voice and his unrelenting pace as he— “___,” The sound of your name on his tongue snapped you out of your lustful haze. “Offer’s about to expire, baby.”

Mark slipped his jacket off without breaking away from you, dropping it carelessly on the floor while your attention wandered to his arms. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, crossing his arms against his chest as he awaited your answer. “You’re serious? This isn’t some cruel prank where if I say yes, you’ll tell me it was just a joke?”

“That’s not my idea of a prank, princess, where’s the fun in that?” Mark licked his lips, a faint smirk taking over. “Look, if you’re uncomfortable, we can pretend this never happened,” His fingers ghost along the side of your face, sweetly making their way to your lips. “But if it were up to me? I’d have you seven ways to Sunday all over this apartment.”

That was all you needed to lunge into a kiss with him, throwing him slightly off guard as you practically tossed yourself into his arms. But his lips were ready for you, steaming hot and sopping wet— just the way you like it. The smush of your lips together so suddenly garnered the sweetest moan from him, just enough to tease you of what’s to come. His arms wrapped around your torso like a claw machine, pulling you so flush against him as though he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers. 

Your lips were still tingling as he pulled away to lap kisses against your neck, peppering anywhere his lips could reach. “M-Mark, hmngh.”

It was no secret that Mark had a bit of a reputation in the bedroom, but you never thought you’d witness it firsthand. His hands delved blindly to your legs, hoisting you around his waist so he could move you over to your bed. You almost had a mind to remind him of the three big steps up to your bedroom area, but he was far suaver than you gave him credit for— this wasn’t exactly his first rodeo.

He tossed you on the bed, the slight recoil exhilarating before he was all over you again. “If a proper fuck is what you want…” His kisses had shifted to your chest, lips and tongue sucking in the essence of your skin like he couldn’t bear not to. He was almost more excited than you were, his touch reaching anywhere and everywhere all at once, like he couldn’t get enough of exploring everything you had to offer. It was all starting to feel real as Mark made a move to lift up your shirt and the implication of your best friend seeing you naked caught up with you.

“Wait, wait. We’re gonna see each other naked.”

Mark, with the fabric of your shirt caught in his teeth, stared at you blankly. “Yeah…” 

“Shouldn’t that be weird?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, squeezing at your hip with the hand closest to it. “Maybe, but how do you suggest we fuck then? Through my jeans?” He pulled your body swiftly down the mattress so you could feel how hard he was through your panties. 

“Shut the fuck up, oh, my God.”

“I was trying to before you got all weird and jittery,” Mark made a move for your shirt again, and this time you didn’t fight him on it. The balmy air hit your pert nipples the second they were exposed, and Mark couldn’t stop the gruff  noise that formed in his throat. “Just as pretty as I imagined.” You squirmed at the compliment, cheeks heating up at the sight of him drooling over you. “Like that? Hm? Are you my pretty girl?” 

His lips wrapped around the peak of your breast, tongue swirling to the same pattern his thumb and forefinger followed on your other nipple. “Yes!” It was embarrassing, how fast you succumbed to his commands. He struck with confidence, maneuvering his way around your body like he’d done it before. “I’m your pretty girl.”

“So sexy saying that for me, baby,” Your legs part instinctually to make more room for him, and Mark took that as his sign to shift gears. “You know… sometimes, every now and then, I’d think about you. If I needed a little extra push towards ecstasy, you’d pop in my head. Think about the way you’d look if I got my hands on you. How you’d feel, how you’d taste,” His fingers prodded at the growing wet patch on your underwear. “Gonna let me see?”

Your back arched off the mattress, hands pulling him impossibly closer to you. “Mark, please stop asking, just do it.”

“Mm, say ‘please’ again.”

“Mark!”

His laugh would be even sexier if it weren’t at your expense. “Alright, fine.” Your panties stayed on as his tongue lapped at your folds through them, the flimsy cotton doing absolutely nothing to stop him from devouring you. You jerked at the feeling as his tongue licked a bold strip through your folds, your hands entangling themselves in his curly locs. “You’re so wet, holy shit.”

One quick motion moved your panties to the side, puffy wet lips on full display for his greedy eyes. His eyes sparkled at the sight, mouth watering at the mere thought of getting to taste you. “Smell so good, pretty girl.” He was so hungry and you were the only one who could satiate him. His tongue had a mind of its own, pressing flat against your folds without a second thought, “Taste even better.”

Mark’s grip on your thighs held you in place as he licked you clean, running his tongue against every nerve-ending he could feel for. He pulled them apart just enough to spread you out for him, just enough to be on full display for him. Your taste occupied every corner of his mind as he blacked out in pleasure, lapping up every drop your gushing pussy offered up.

He circled your clit until you saw stars, your squirming uncontrollable as his tongue darted inside of you. “You’re so good to me.”

Mark groaned between your thighs, in love with the praise you were showering him with. There was something about how natural and seamless it was for you to compliment him that turned him on even more, if that was possible. “I don't think I'll ever get enough of how you taste, Christ.”

His free hand slithered up your torso, sinking his thumb into your eager mouth while his continued working at your core. He wasn’t shy, either, licking boldly from your ass to your clit while shaking his tongue side to side. Slurping up every drop that dribbled out of your entrance, twisting his tongue as far inside of you as he could reach. You were dripping down his chin by the time he introduced his fingers, prodding at your glistening hole with just one to test the waters. He took the way you gripped onto his hair as his sign that you were more than enjoying it. “F-feels good, oh, God.”

“Mm, don’t be shy.”

Laving at your clit, he drank up the praises the way he was drinking you up. He only pulled away to fully discard your panties, diving back into center with renewed vigor. “Need more.” You didn’t want to push him any closer to you, scared you’d smother him, but he didn’t seem afraid to drown. He’d awoken something desperately greedy inside of you, and you were slipping further into a haze of pleasure with every passing moment. Two fingers pressed their way inside of you, pumping slowly to get you adjusted before the jerk of your hips told him to pick up the pace. You couldn’t hold still with the way he was devouring you, mouth and hands prying you open deliciously all for his enjoyment. He would die between your thighs if you let him, you’re sure of it.

You had to physically pull him off of you to get him to stop, orgasming bubbling inside of you in record time. “Want you inside of me already.” The entirety of the lower half of his face was a sticky mess of your arousal, from his nose to his chin completely covered in you. “Bro, you need to wipe… that.” Times like these, you were glad that you kept tissues on your nightstand.

“You cannot and will not call me ‘bro’ now that I know what you taste like. How insulting.”

It hadn’t dawned on you that Mark was still fully dressed, sans his plaid jacket-shirt that was curled in a sad pile on the floor. “Is that an order?”

He bit at his lip, eyes darkening as he drank in your bare figure sprawled beneath him. Your hands ran themselves up and down his arms, finally getting a chance to admire his body after all the focus was turned to you. Maybe it was the lighting, the way his hair fell over his eyes, or just the fact that he was the best kisser you’d had the pleasure of test driving— but he looked divine. Halo of light circling his head as he fumbled with his belt, biceps flexing as he lifted the tank top off of his lean frame. Suddenly, he wasn’t your friend anymore; he was something new entirely.

You were so lost in your own adoration of him that you hadn’t noticed he was undressed, pulling you directly underneath him as he kissed at your collarbones. “Where’d you go off to, huh?”

“It’s nothing,” you shook your head, snapping back to reality (which was so much better than whatever was going on in your will they-won’t they fantasy). “Thank you, for this.”

Mark didn’t respond with words, instead opting to kiss you softly, tenderly. Slowly, deeply, passionately kissing you as he lowered himself atop of you. He wasn’t in a rush anymore, pulling you into him like you were made of glass, grinding against your center like you had all the time in the world. Everything was so delicate, like he was savoring the moment for years to come. It scared you, if you were being honest. “Mark? You know you can still kiss me while you’re inside of me, yeah?”

He hummed in approval, connecting your mouths again in a slow, languid kiss, tongues slithering into each other's mouths and twisting messily. You could feel him lining up with your entrance, his hand wrapped around his girth to guide himself into you steadily. Chancing a look down, you tried to hide the way your eyes bulged out at the sheer size of him— he would never let you hear the end of it if you fawned over how huge he was. It took all of your willpower to remain still, your body welcomed him as though it had hundreds of times, the shape of him slotting inside of you like he was made to. His fingers tangled in your hair, angling your head so he could travel to your neck, groaning out his praise against your sticky skin. The absence of his lips on yours made you whine, hands wandering the expanse of his back just for confirmation that this was real. “Tell me how it feels.”

You couldn’t. Months of the worst dry spell you’d ever experienced coming to a head with Mark milking you for everything you had couldn’t be described. All you could do was moan, coiling around him even tighter as he started to rock his hips forward as though he was testing the waters. He was the only thing you could focus on— his scent, his taste, they way his nose pressed right against yours, the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours against the mattress, the dionysian desire his hips were fulfilling. It was all just Mark, Mark, Mark. “Mark!” His teeth couldn’t resist nipping at your lip, pulling on it playfully before letting go to let his tongues soothe the area.

“I can’t help it, you’re so fun to play with.” He kissed you to make up for the quick dot of pain, relishing in the way you immediately kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm.

“I’m, I’m close.”

He spread your legs further apart to give himself more room to buck his hips, pressing at your thighs as he fucked into you faster. “Hold it.”

“Whyyyy?”

“You asked for the Mark Lee experience,” His thrusts grew pointed, almost exaggerated as his hips drove forward with precision, “and I’m gonna give it to you.”

You could feel yourself teetering dangerously close to the edge, stomach coiled tight and lungs working overtime. The mere thought of being denied your orgasm was getting you worked up— you hate not getting your way. Your legs wrapped around Mark’s waist, locking your ankles together for good measure. If he wanted to play games, you were down for it. “Harder.”

But instead of faster, Mark slowed to a complete stop, hands drifting down to your hips to pin them to the mattress. “Oh, baby, do you think I’m stupid?” He chuckled in your face, shaking his head as the laughter subsided. “That’s a sure fire way to get nothing.”

“Wait, no, please! I didn’t mean it.”

The damage had already been done. His patience with you was wearing thin, and he didn’t take kindly to disobedience. “Have you learned your lesson?” Each second that passed stole a piece of your orgasm away with it, that delicious ball of tension and heat simmering down to a cool pit of nothing the longer Mark held your hips down. Your heart stopped fluttering with urgency, slowing to its resting rate as you dealt with the consequences of trying to outsmart your best friend. “Speak up, baby.”

“Yes,” You hissed out, annoyed that your declaration of needing to be fucked was currently going unanswered. Who is he to deny you of the very thing he promised you? “I learned my lesson.”

It was exactly what he wanted to hear, “God, you’re so sexy when you behave yourself.” 

You rolled your eyes, slapping his chest as he pulled away from you entirely. “What happened to ‘having me seven ways to Sunday all over this apartment’?” 

It was Mark’s turn to roll his eyes, fingers running through his hair as he sat back on his heels. “Up against the wall.” You did as he said, spreading your hands against the wall as you felt him behind you, lining himself up with your sodden entrance. The inward arch felt unnatural at first, but you settled into it as you got comfortable in it. “Look up at me.” Mark was towering over you, quite literally. From this angle, all you had to do to see his face was look up and there he was with that devilish smile. His cock pressed into you as you watched him, the sheer thickness splitting you clean open for him, sucking him in like your pussy had been waiting for him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Maybe it was the taboo of sleeping with a friend, but your body was on fire. You felt your entire body heating up at the sudden change in his demeanor, switching your flirty best friend to a man absolutely starved. With your eyes screwed shut, you reached a hand out to hold onto his arm, fingers giving it a squeeze, head bumping the bare skin of his chest.

“Fuck.”

You were even wetter than you were while he had you pinned to the mattress, the feeling of being filled by him more electrifying after a brief intermission. He was all over you again and that was all that mattered, walls tightening around him with a vice-like grip that had both of you gasping for air.

“Shit,” he hiss, already lost in the sensation, “so good to me, ___, so fucking good.” He emphasized the last syllable with a gentle thrust that had your nails scratching at the wall. Your orgasm was building back up faster than you would’ve liked it to, considering you knew Mark wouldn’t let you cum so soon after denying you.

It hit you deeply, in all the right places at the right angle. Mark was that good from the start, and you couldn’t believe you’d been missing out on it. If you knew he was this goof, you would’ve ruined the friendship ages ago. “So fucking deep, Mark, keep going like that,” you moaned, just as caught up as he was.

He captured your lips in a searing kiss, fucking into you with much more vigor than before, gripping your ass with such force you half expected to see the dents after. You moaned all you had to say, all you had to feel into each other’s mouths. When his velvety tongue enveloped yours you could almost taste the remnants of your arousal and the chocolate muffin he ate right in between sweeping and mopping. The water was still running, hitting part of his back and your leg.

You couldn’t pull away from him even if you tried— he was a part of you now, molded into each other’s bodies until you became one. “Wanna keep fucking you forever,” he groaned, pouring his all into every touch. “Keep you on me forever.”

It threw you for a loop. Keep you forever? Mark was a lot more emotional than he let on, sure, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he meant it in ways other than platonic. You couldn’t even stop him to ask what he meant by that because he was so deep in your guts that you were starting to feel him in your throat. 

“Don’t stop,” you cried out, biting your lip when he hit a certain spot inside you and kept hitting it over and over again— the taste of blood didn’t stop you. “Don’tstopdon’tsopdon’tstop-”  

“Fuck,” he whisper, voice strained and raspy, smacking at your ass before gripping it and bringing you down to meet his increasingly harsh thrusts, the slap echoing throughout your studio apartment. “Wanna fuck you forever, baby.” One hand kept its vice grip on your hip while the other grasped at your neck, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. “Gimme a kiss, pretty girl.” Your lips found his despite the blurring of your vision, a supple lock as he steadied rocking into your core. Kissing him upside down felt worlds away from the first kiss you shared with him, and yet you still couldn’t get enough of it. The hand on your hip slithered up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple as he pulled away from the kiss. “So obedient.”

All the shame had disappeared from your body, the satisfaction of finally being fucked numbing you to his quips completely. His name was on the tip of your tongue, begging to be set free, but the way his hips ricocheted off your ass made you short circuit. Your skin was hot to the touch, goosebumps littering the expanse of your body as your toes curled around the fabric of your duvet. 

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl, hm?” Mark tutted. You hold back your moans, reveling in the sensation of his tip sliding up and down you dripping folds. Interrupting his own rhythm just to get a rise out of you, giving you no warning before shoving himself right back in. 

“Bet this was your plan all along,” You ignore the fact that he technically initiated all of this, too blissed out to snap back at him cheekily. “Dripping all over my cock, fuck.” He’s thinking out loud, eyes locked at the way your pussy invites him in, grip unrelenting with each thrust. He drew his hips back again to repeat the same unforgiving tempo, laughing to himself at the way your thighs shake in anticipation.

“Wanted this for so long.” You whine, bashful about the confession rolling off your tongue so easily. Mark had always occupied a special part of your mind, but the barrier of your friendship with him always kept you from thinking of him in that way for too long. He’s hot, sure, and one of the most genuine guys you’d ever met— but risking that by dating him felt too stupid to risk.

Mark didn’t keep you waiting for too long, filling you to the brim with one stroke that had your toes curling. You gasp, a shiver running up your spine as he adopts a frenzied pace that nearly knocks you into the wall in front of you. “You’re so fucking warm.”  He can’t help but moan out at the feeling, clutching onto your hips as he pistons in and out of you. Blunt fingers digging into your skin as you let your body fall forward. You felt so full.

“Mark, fuck.” you whine, probably a tad too loud considering how thin the walls feel at night but you couldn’t help it, with the way he held onto you and fucked you like he had never had good pussy in his life. “Faster.”

“Where’d your manners go? Say ‘please’.” He teased, testing your obedience despite knowing you’d obey him. There was just something about knowing he held your pleasure in the palm of his hands, knowing that you’d do anything he asked of you. 

“Please, please, please Mark, need you so bad.” It sounded  pathetic, and it only makes Markn screw his eyes shut as he fucks you harder. All control lost as he watches the drool drip from your mouth down the wall— he was really fucking your brains out.

Mark's rough groans were slowly morphing  into needy moans, the sound causing even more slick to build up between your legs. “Taking my cock like such a good girl.” And you really were, considering you had nothing but the wall to grip onto, you let your body go wherever Mark led it. Each thrust sending you closer and closer to your climax, his dick hitting every single spot that you’re sure you’d see stars.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

“You’re gonna cum? Mm, you can cum. Cum all over my dick, lemme see that pretty face.” You arched inward one last time for him, looking up at the man sending you to heaven and back on a loop. “There you go. Good fucking girl.” Mark smacked your ass sharply, holding onto your ass as he switched his rhythm to harsh, precise thrusts that were sure to throw you over the edge of pleasure. He kissed your forehead as the growing tension in the pit of your stomach snapped, your walls contracting around him in a tight frenzy that nearly triggered his own. He didn’t slow down, though. The clutching of pussy did absolutely nothing to deter him from fucking you with the same rigor, hips just as quick as they were before he finally let you cum.

“M-Mark, I don’...” The aftershocks of ecstasy silenced you in your tracks, the sparks of pleasure like electricity through your bloodstream. “Don’t stop.”

He laughed at the change of your tune, thumb flitting down to flick at your clit. “Baby needs more? Haven’t had enough yet?”

Even with him poking fun at your desperation, you were too drunk on his cock to care. All you could manage was a chorus of fuck me, fuck me, fuck me as Mark held you flush against him. “God, yes, fill me up like that.” Your arousal was dripping all over the inside of your thighs, the sticky slick glistening under the moonlight that peaked through your curtains. 

“That’s right, I’m not fucking done with you yet, pretty girl.” This side of him was lethal. He was insatiable, obsessed with the way your body responded to him, greedy for the way you bent to his every whim. It was such a change of pace from the way he was kissing you in missionary, the way he treated you like a doll that he was afraid of hurting you. “Feel good?”

He was mocking you— of course, it was good. You didn’t have to tell him that for him to know; but feeding his ego was so addictive. The way he’d reward you for praising him was enough for you to fall for the trap every single time. “So, good, Mark, hngh.”

The smack of his hips against your ass bounced off the walls, echoing the depravity that you and Mark were oh so good at acting on. All of your senses on overdrive, the overstimulation pulling at you from every end, you weren’t sure if you could take it all for much longer. Drool slipped from your mouth onto Mark’s arm, the edges of your vision blurring as you could feel yourself bubbling over. “Gonna cum again?”

“‘m gonna cum again.”

He was drunk with the power of controlling you. “Hold it.”

“Mark, I can’t.” You were surprised you were even able to do it the first two times he commanded it, not used to having gratification delayed against your wishes.

“Gonna fill you up and then you can cum.” It only took a few more targeted thrusts before he was spilling his seed into you, an endless leak of evidence of what took place over the last hour or so. Even as his cock began to soften, he made sure to fuck you through it, massaging tight circles into your clit until your legs spasmed. The air was snatched from your lungs, eyes flittering shut in sweet relief. It was only two orgasms, but the build up had really taken it out of you. Mark flipped you over gently on your back, brushing the hair out of your face as you sleepily opened your eyes.

“Look at that. Take a look at the mess we made, baby.” 

He gestured between your legs, a slippery canvas of cum smeared across your most intimate parts. “So much…” You couldn’t stop yourself from gathering some on your fingers, popping them into your mouth for a taste of the two of you mixed together.

Your brain was on fire, neurons alight with the molten sensation that was Mark Lee. Even though you took him up on the offer, you weren’t expecting him to completely change your world. A solid orgasm and a pat of the back, maybe. But now you were afraid that he was your new addiction that you’d never be able to feed. 

You woke up in a fresh sleep shirt to the smell of toasted bagels and coffee. Mark balanced the plates and mugs the best he could as he tackled the steps leading up to your bedroom area. “Mornin’ sleepyhead.”

“What time is it?”

He shoved a mug of steaming coffee into your hands, kissing you on the forehead. “Don’t worry about that. You were exhausted, wanted to let you sleep.”

“Thank you.” The coffee was exactly to your liking, just what you needed after a night of fucking like rabbits. “So, should we talk about… it?”

Blush rose to his cheeks and there was no hiding it, his hair pulled back into a messy bun so his face was on full display. “I mean, only if you want to? I’m okay with proceeding however you want to.”

“You’d be fine staying friends? Never talking about it? Pretending that nothing’s changed?”

He shrugged, “if that’s what you wanted, then yeah.” His attention shifted to his breakfast, eyes zeroed in on his eggs and toast like it was a gourmet meal. “Just don’t wanna make you feel weird about it, you know?”

“Mark?” You placed your coffee and plate down on your bedside table, turning your full attention to him as he continued to avoid your gaze. “What did you mean by all the ‘keep you forever’ stuff then?”

He rushed to try to explain himself, scrambling his words into a whole lot of nothing. “It’s not, like, a big deal or anything. I just get possessive… in bed, sometimes. I’m not a weirdo or anything, I promise.”

None of that mattered to you anyway, your dreams of Mark that clouded your head all night giving you the push you needed to throw caution to the wind. Would it be the worst thing in the world to risk it all with him? One kiss, chaste and sweet, was enough to shut him up for just a moment. “So if I said we should try exploring further, maybe go on a date or something, you’d say yes?”

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline, mouth falling agape as he searched your face for any signs that you were being facetious. “Y-yeah, yes. If that’s what you want.” He was so bad with his feelings, sometimes— but you were more than willing to be patient.

“Well, good, because that’s what I want.”

[sturnsdoll]

𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙 -`♡´- - c.s & t.y x reader

inspired by THIS

pairing: chris x tara x reader.

summary: two of your bestfriends stay over after a party. your friend tara's flirting quickly escalates the night into something much less innocent than a little sleepover.

warnings: smut, threesome, face sitting, dom!chris, switch!tara, sub!reader, dirty talk, p in v, oral (f & m recieving), praise, overstimulation, fingering, no protection (it's fiction. don't be dumb.), probably forgot some sorry!

authors note: omg y'all been on my ass to finish writing thiss <3 i did write and edit this while sleepy so (i really hope not) BUT if there's mistakes or lack of detail i'm really sorry!

"pink" = reader speaking "purple" = tara speaking "orange" = chris speaking

the time on your phone read 3:04am.

with a sigh you searched your surroundings impatiently. you'd been stood outside on the lawn of this stupid giant house for 4 minutes too long. the dampness on you from light raindroplets coming down just made the experience all the more unpleasent.

the mansion behind you was a mututal friends. inside, music blared so loud that it was seeping out through the windows. despite the absaloutely absurd hour of the night it was still bustling with people inside. sometimes in LA it felt like the parties just never died out. to be fair though, the number had signifincantly decreased from the start of the night when there must have been at least 100 people on the property.

"hey, sorry! i got caught up in yappin while trying to say goodbye to people" tara's familiar voice instantly made your tense shoulders drop. you turned to face her with a smile "it's alright. seen chris around yet?" your eyes scanned behind her to see if he was coming even though you didn't expect him to be. and he wasn't. "maybe we should text him?" tara suggested as she also looked behind her, as if it would make him appear faster. you pulled out your phone to send him a message.

3:07. they were both told to meet out here at 3:00. 7 minutes still wasn't terribly late.

tara's voice took you from your screen "we've been out here freezing, loser" you stop typing your text message to look up at whoever she was talking too. you were met with the sight of chris holding his jacket over his head to block from the rain falling down on him. "my bad, i got lost in the house.." he admitted as he got right up to the two of you and held his jacket out a little further to invite you both beneath it's shelter. "but i already called the uber so it should be here soon." he said re-assuringly. you both stepped beneath the coverage of his jacket. it didn't completely block the rain but it was something.

tara was staying over tonight because the two of you almost always stay at one anothers after parties. chris however, was coming along because neither matt or nick wanted to come to the party so you had taken him here, as well as offered to take him home the next day. he could have just ubered home tonight but, you and tara insisted that he come over to hang out after. what was he gonna do? say no to a fun innocent little sleepover with his friends??

the three of you walked in unison in order to keep your place under the shelter of chris' jacket. the whole way off the property the music faded and tara's heels clicking mixed with the rain's intensity picking up became all that was heard.

the close proximity of the three of you should have been uncomfortable but you had absaloutely no issue being this close to tara and chris- probably because they were both very outgoing and touchy people so they were comfortable as well, giggling the whole way down the lawn about who knows what. the smell of rain and chris' dior cologne filled your senses up the whole walk until finally, you all made it to the sidewalk and the uber was right there across the street.

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the ride home, you had all sat in the back together. you sat in the middle, head on chris's shoulder and one leg swung over tara's lap as you and tara yapped away almost the entire time. this wasn't weird because tara, you and chris were all naturally touchy people. and the alcohol hadn't completely left yours or taras systems quite yet.

opening your front door now, you instantly removed the heels that had been abusing your feet for hours. "i'm gonna get comfy clothes, you two can make yourselves comfortable" you told your friends as you locked your door securely. "could i borrow a shirt or something?" tara questioned with a sweet pleading smile as she slid off her heels and coat. "of course! come on" you enthused, leading her toward your laundry room since you hadn't had time to put any of your clothes away earlier before the party.

chris watched as you lead tara away. he had already made himself at home on your couch. he had been here before so it didn't take him long to figure out the tv remote either.

tara eventually picked out a t-shirt of yours to wear. you had chosen a matching tank and shorts pj set. as you were sliding your shorts on under your dress, you caught sight of tara sliding her dress down her shoulders. slowly her tits peaked over her dress, little by little till they were completely exposed.

you were in awe of how perfect they sat. how pretty. you were so mesmerized that you didn't even realize she had completely removed her dress and caught your hungry gaze. a typical tara giggle escaped her, snapping you out of your haze.

your eyes shot up to hers and you look petrified. "i'm so sorr-" "no no, it's okay" you could tell by the smile on her face that she was genuine. she slid your shirt over her head, covering her body back up again. "you want help unzipping your dress?" she asked. you were still so stuck on what had just happened that the question caught you off gaurd. why not though? god knows it'd be a nightmare to unzip it yourself. so, you nodded with an embarassed "sure".

tara made her way behind you, she stepped just a little closer than necessary and her painted fingernails found your zipper to slide it down. you could feel her breath on your neck, making your spine shiver. she slowly slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, letting your dress fall down near your stomach.

she came right behind you, head on your shoulder. she looked down at your chest VERY obviously observing you with her gaze. "gorgeous" she complimented, her mischevious smile contradicting her sweet and casual tone. she gave a quick kiss to your shoulder before abruptly leaving the room to go find chris like it was nothing.

you stood completely dumbfounded. you and tara were extremely close but that was weird, right? after a couple minutes of collecting your thoughts, you chalked it up to her flirty personality just being fed a little too much liquid courage tonight.

after getting your clothes on you made your way to the living room where chris and tara were talking away. they were sitting surprisingly close but, spacial awarness wasn't always tara's specialty. chris didn't seem to mind.

"heyy me and chris are deciding what we want to eat, what do you want?" she questioned excitedly with uber eats already open on her phone.

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you all had made your decisions on food as well as a movie and you instructed that everyone watched it in your room to be more comfy so here the three of you were now..

chris laid with his back against your headboard while you and tara sat next to him on either side. chris and tara were talking over the movie that was nearly over now. waterbottles and empty fast food containers filled the space on your side table. you and tara had completely sobered up about an hour ago after having had some food.

"right? like wear what you want i guess but like WOW i just.." you had no clue what chris was talking about and you didn't care, as your eyes fixated on the tv screen you drowned out your two friends voices. reaching into your bedside tables drawer, you removed a vanilla chapstick sorry spacecamp to fix the dryness that earliers alcohol had cursed you with.

the scent of it was super strong. chris had subconciously switched his attention from what he was saying to your lips as the scent you were applying filled his nose and senses. he watched as you drug it across your perfect, round and now smooth, lips. he realized he was staring and quickly looked away. now that his attention had been drawn to you, he realized that you hadn't really talked to him or tara much for the past hour.

"what is that? cake or some shit?" he said, more so as a reason to include you in conversation than out of actual curiousity. you went to put the cap back on the vanilla lipbalm "can i try?" tara asked before you could even answer chris. you went to hand her the tube but she stopped you by grabbing your wrist gently "why waste it when we could share?" she asked. you were confused for a second until a playful glint in her eyes told you what she meant.

so earlier she was flirting? you thought to yourself. your expression mirrored hers with a smirk as you casually responded "of course you can try it". she begins to move forward so you do too. the both of you are leaning over chris when your lips connect in a gentle peck. chris has no idea how to react. his lips are parted, eyes glossy with a growing desire as he watches his two friends infront of him.

your lips hover one anothers for a moment but nobodies pulling away so you connect mouths again. this time there's a passion, lust, to the kiss. your the first to add tongue and tara's more than welcoming about it, her tongue fighting back against yours for dominance. you lean into the kiss more and with that same surge of confidence, you make a split second decision to "accidentally" steady yourself by pressing your hand ontop of the blanket.. right over where chris' dick is located.

an unexpectful grunt slips his lips. you pull back from tara just a little to gage chris's reaction. he doesn't seem to mind but for your own good-concious you need to make sure. "this okay?" you ask as your palm gently starts rubbing onto the tent in the blanket. he nods confirmingly, a quiet "yeah" before his lips eagerly meet yours. tara backs up just slightly so she can adjust herself to place a kiss below chris's jaw. his hand rests onto her knee and he rubs his thumb lightly as a show of approval.

with that, she opens her mouth and begins lightly nipping at his neck. tara takes his hand that's on her knee and grabs it to guide it toward you, silently telling him to give you the attention instead right now. chris smirks into the kiss but you don't know why until his hand goes to toy the waist band of your shorts, making you flinch a little at the cold touch of his fingertips.

tara's lips leave chris's neck. she shuffling around the bed so you try to pull away to see what she's doing. chris's hand comes to the back of your head, forcing you back onto his lips. that doesn't last long though because next thing you know, tara's grabbing your shoulders to pull you to lay down on your back, head toward the end of the bed. your legs naturally go on either side of chris. he's still seated with his back against the headboard.

"you wanna make me feel good babe?" the tone of tara's voice makes your stomach flutter. you respond by nodding eagerly. tara giggles mischeviously in response as she stands to remove her black lace panties. chris eyes catch onto her. both of you watch as she bends over to slide them off, momentarily revealing her glistening pussy.

his attentions pulls away when you subconciously buck your hips up for attention. chris' long fingers slide into the waistband of your shorts to slide them off your legs. you allow him, lifting your hips to help. now you lift your head to watch what chris is up to. you feel tara's weight consume the bed next to your head but keep your eyes trained on the man between your legs. chris tosses your shorts aside before his hands find your thighs. painstakingly slow, his palms run up and down them, always close but never quite touching your aching cunt.

you begin to get impatient "chris. pl-" you're cut off by tara lightly grabbing your jaw and forcing your head back down against the bed. "shh. let him take his time honey" as she speaks she raises herself over your face, thighs now on either sides of your head. you open your mouth to argue but instead you're silenced by tara's folds pressing onto your lips.

well, you for sure weren't gonna argue with that. you forget about chris for now, wanting tara's taste in your mouth. your tongue darts out to experimentaly flick at her clit once before you completely dive in to suck on her needy bud.

tara whines from the lack of build up. she looks down at you admirably as your tongue works her "so good honey." she praises you. it hasn't even been a minute and your pussy drunk, you wanna make her keep telling you how good your doing, wanna pull more pretty noises. you're so completely consumed with her that you hadn't even noticed chris pulled your panties to the side until his fingers unexpectedly ran through your folds.

"so fucking soaked." chris states, admiring your soaked cunt. "yeah? you like being buried in me that much?" tara teases, staring down at you. to answer her, your tongue slips into her hole, nose stimulating her clit now. "orr she just wants to be touched, hm?" chris says with slight competitivness, his pointer finger just barely grazes over your clit. you buck your hips toward him for more but he uses his free arm to hold your waist to the bed.

tara scoffs, rolling her eyes even though neither of you can see it. "yeah sure" she mutters quietly in response to chris. he catches it though, "i'd watch your tone" chris warns her. before tara can respond, he thrusts his middle and ring fingers into you, elicting a moan. the vibrations of your moan travel straight into taras cunt, making her whine loudly.

chris watches with satisfaction at having affected both of you at the same time. although his cock is throbbing, he's more than happy to watch the sight infront of him and continue to toy and play with you. or both of you. his fingers are as deep as they go when he curls them upwards. you cry out, grabbing tara's hand with one of yours and her thigh with your other.

your tongue is still fucking her closer and closer to the edge. everytime chris forces out all your pretty little noises, they go straight into tara's cunt again and again.

her thighs begin suffocating the sides of your head. you don't mind at all. she rocks her cunt right into your face, whines spilling out of her. "i'm close" she voices, her thighs beginning to shake. "not yet, get off of her" chris demands. tara turns her head as far as it goes to look back at chris. "excuse me?" she questions him . chris's fingers pull out of you. you try to complain but it's muffled. they continue the conversation without you. "you're not cumming yet." he tells her. tara looks... offended? baffeled? she opens her mouth to complain but chris rolls his eyes and raises to his knee's so he can grab taras hips, lifting her off you.

you immedietly sit up, confused. tara's juices coat your chin and chris motions for you to come to him. "what. the. fuck?" you finally complain, looking between the two of them. "what she said" tara chimes in. chris turns tara to face him and lays back. he looks at tara then nods toward his lap. the sour look leaves her face and she smirks knowingly as she straddles his hips, already working at his belt.

chris's attention switches to you. "you wanna feel good again? hm?" he asks you with a slightly cocky smile. you nod. "cm'ere" he lures you over to sit on his face. while tara unbuttons and removes chris' pants.. you nervously place your thighs on either side of your friends face.

his middle and ring fingers return back to your aching hole to tease you again. he can sense your nervousness to lower yourself onto his mouth. "cm'on let me taste you" chris says, telling not asking as he looks up at you. you're looking anywhere but him. he groans frustratedly and decides to take matters into his own hands. he uses his free arm to wrap it around your thigh and pull you right down to his tongue. he wastes no time flicking the tip of his tongue up and down your clit rapidly. as if that wasn't enough, his fingers fill you right back up. you almost jump at the unsuspected and sudden pleasure. you push your cunt further onto his mouth for more. you look down to see his blue lustful gaze staring right back up at you while he smirks into your sopping cunt. you clench around his fingers just at the sight.

meanwhile, tara's teasingly pulling his boxers toward his thighs.

tara wants nothing more than to ride him like he had implied however, tara figured someone might as well return the favour that he's giving to you right now. she leans down and her hand wraps around his base at the same time her lips enclose his tip.

a whiny moan slips chris lips that makes tara amusedly giggle around his cock, causing him to let another noise slip. both of these go right to your clit. you grip chris' hair for support and in return he curls his fingers right up into your g-spot.

you throw your head back and begin attempting to rock your hips into chris' face. the arm that's around your thigh holds you still though and he begins curling his fingers the same way over and over, again and again. you whine and moan as your body tries again and again to rock against his grip on you. chris lips wrap around your clit now, nipping and sucking. your stomach twists with pleasure, you know what's coming if he keeps this up.

tara's mouth slides down his length, taking him in almost completetely. chris's teeth bite down on your clit in reaction. it's not hard enough to truly hurt but enough to shock you and almost tip you right over the edge.

chris releases your clit with a pop. his voice is shakier than he anticipated. "y-you wanna cum baby?" your friend asks as he looks up at you, your juices on his face with pussy drunk eyes. "mm- mhm" is all you manage. he gently slaps your thigh, making you whine. "lemme hear you say it" his fingers continue to curl into you.

"i w-wanna cum chris mm please" you beg him desperately as you clench around his fingers. there's a few seconds of silence that makes tears fill the corner of your eyes. "good girl. g-go ahead" he struggled to speak as the pleasure tara's tongue gave him was almost too much.

the 'good girl' was more than enough for you. you practically fold over, you would have if your headboard wasn't there to grab onto. your legs shake and your walls squeeze his fingers, your orgasm is already coming over you but then on top of it chris adds his mouth back to the mix, latching it back to your clit. "chris!" his name comes out high pitched. stars cloud your vision as you coat his fingers completely.

tara's mouth release's chris' cock. the bed shifts for a couple seconds and before he can process it, the warm walls of her cunt envelope him, sinking all the way to his pubic bone. chris moans into you again but this time it feels like too much. you tried to lift your hips off of him but he only pulls your pretty pussy right back to him. his fingers leave you but his tongue flattens against your hole, licking a long stripe from there till your clit.

"fuck chris!""fuck!" you and tara both whine out. your pleasure's from the overstimulation, hers from the way his cock hits all the right spots when she rocks on it. his dick twitching inside of her at the sound of both your pretty cries. when tara begins a steady and fast pace, chris couldn't help but subconciously try and fuck up into her. she leans back, her hands on his thighs to steady herself as her rythym became faster. both chris and tara let out noises. hers whiny and desperate, his lower and less often.

you couldn't hear either of them over the ringing in your ears from every muscle in your body shaking. because of your last orgasm, you were still very sensitive. this time all it took was chris's mouth sucking on your clit for and you were almost there again.

tara was finding friction for her clit from rocking it into chris' pelvis everytime her hips moved. her mouth was slack and she was hardly even moaning anymore. heavy breaths coming as her chest heaved. "fuck- i'm so close" tara mutters mostly to herself. you took a hand off the headboard to reach behind you, your hand reaching out behind you and she takes the hint, grabbing it. you both squeezed one anothers hands for support.

you guys weren't the only one's close. chris's dick was twitching inside your bestfriend and his hips start to stutter.

tara pushes her hips down harder onto her friend and the feeling was enough for the coil in her stomach to release. she cried out breathlessly and at the same time, your thighs squeeze chris's head as you dig your nails into tara's hand. your mind goes completely blank.

you remove yourself from chris's face, completely overstimulated. tara leaves his cock at the same time, red and leaking precum. chris looked at tara confused.. until she looks at you, then back to him.

you didn't notice this, you were sat next to chris, chest heaving while you catch your breath. "think you can take one more, babe?" tara speaks up but her voice is strained and raspy from all the gorgeous noises she had emitted just moments ago.

you looked at chris who was already looking at you. he looked pretty, sweat causing a few of his brown strands to cling to his forehead. despite looking a little fucked out, he still had an eagerness to him probably because he hadn't cum yet.

he got up into a seated position and reached out, hand going into your hair to pull you into him. his lips collided with yours feverishly whilst tara's fingertips teasingly graze his tip. he instantly swatted her hand away. she let him because they both knew he had other plans.

chris turned you around, positioning you on your knee's infront of him. your back pressed against his chest.

he used his knee's to seperate yours, shuffling them apart. tara came infront of you, on her knee's as well. she attatched her lips with yours while chris was positioning himself. your arm came around the back of her neck and the other reached behind you to go to the back of chris's neck as well.

chris brushes his tip against your clit. you instantly jerked your hips away from his from the overstimulating feeling. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back. you whine but he shushes you. "jus one more, yeah?" he assured right before his cock entered you, filling you up completely.

your lips left tara's to let out what was practically a scream. "shh honey" enphasizing her words, tara's hand clasps over your mouth. she lowered her head level to your tits before taking a nipple into her mouth. this makes you whine again, then again when chris's tip abuses your cervix without warning.

you're already so sensitive from his tongue and fingers just moments ago, his cock feels like too much but so good at the same time. "so good for us" chris praises before slamming into you again, making you scream into tara's hand. her other hand lands a light slap to your sensitive clit, making your hips jerk. you don't go far against chris' firm hold on you. "mm- g- cmm" even with taras hand shutting you up, they both know what you're saying.

chris mouth is now right next to your ear "not yet. you're gonna cum with me" he mutters to you. you shake your head, not thinking you're gonna last. "either you can fuckin wait for me or- fuck- or i'll make you take a fourth o-one" he threatens you. you shake your head in momentary panic. there's no way you're gonna cum for a fourth after this but if he makes you wait much longer to cum you aren't gonna have a choice but to finish before he allows you to.

tara continues to swirl her tongue around your nipple fiercly and as if you weren't already fucked dumb, her middle finger makes sudden contact with your clit, rubbing fast circles.

now you know that they're both just trying to fucking ruin you.

now you speak nonsense into her hand, making her smirk with amusement. "what's wrong honey, too much?" tara asks you with a faux-sympathetic pout. you aggresively nod your head. responding for tara, chris pulls you impossibly tighter against him, hips slamming harder into you. you yell into her hand and both of them smirk. "want us to stop?" she says teasingly, already knowing the answer but wanting to make sure. you instantly shake your head no.

her fingers still toy your clit and chris's pace slowly starts to falter. you can feel his breath on your neck becoming un-even. tara circles your sensitive bundle of nerves faster and you're sure your gonna be cumming before you're allowed.

luckily for you, the way chris holds your body tighter and his forehead drops to your shoulder says otherwise. "you gonna cum with me?" his voice is all low fucked out and it makes your walls squeeze him harder than ever. you nod, unable to speak for more than one reason. "go on then" he encourages along with a harsh slam of his hips. the second "go" left his lips your vision went white.

the next thing you were aware of was about 20 seconds after when his seed was spilling up into you to coat your walls. his forehead rested on your shoulder while he praised you on how good you were for him. "did so well" he said before gently kissing your shoulder while tara's fingers left your clit at the same time chris pulled out of you.

chris reached down next to your bed to retrieve everyones clothing for them. you had two bathrooms so you and tara headed off to one for a shower. chris to the other bathroom for the same reason.

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you all returned to your room after, clean and in new clean clothes. (lucky for chris, nick hangs out here often and you love to steal his shit to wear for comfort.)

chris had entered just as you finished making your bed with fresh sheets. "better not have been fucking in there without me" chris joked as he made himself comfortable laying on your bed. you and tara both simultaniously rolled your eyes at him, scoffing. you both joined him on the bed to lie down.

you were in the middle of them. chris spooned you and you spooned tara, cuddling one another comfortbly way past awkwardness at this point. chris rubbed a relaxing hand up and down your side and you played with your other friends hair relaxingly. you should know better though, comfortable silence doesn't exist with chris around...

"guess what?"

you audibly sighed. "what?" tara and you groaned knowingly in unison.

there's a little grin on his face that neither of you can see, but nonetheless you both sense the ridiculousness. "i saw both your boobies" he says in a childish sing-song tone.

"oh my god" "are you fucking kidding me?"

i really hope y'all enjoyed. ᥫ᭡

tags: @daddyslilchickenfingers @fratbrochrisgf @mattsrod @sturncakez @sturniololovesss @sturniccc

[love-belle]

i should hate u !!!

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for when you loved them too much. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // max verstappen x fem!reader

sequel - today and tomorrow and every day after that ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - hello!!! i really hope u like this <3 i was initially gonna do daniel ricciardo one first but i already had 1/2 of this done so i just decided to post this :) thank u sm for reading <3 i love u

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f1news y/n y/l/n and max verstappen called it quits almost a month ago and it seems like they didn't end on good terms at all. the singer, at her london show last night, threw shade at her ex-boyfriend, saying and we quote, "the next song wouldn't have been possible without this one dude who inspired it obviously. so — here's 'i should hate you'. spoiler alert, i do. thank you!" the reason for the split is still unknown but sources who claim to be close to the pair said that 'it was bound to happen — with their different goals and plans for the future," seemingly referring to the talks that y/l/n wanted to get married and verstappen didn't. both of them have yet to comment on the situation. for more details, click on the link in our bio.

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[dried-mushroom]

Omg can you please write about Lee Russell being mean to you in front of Gamby as like a power display or something but then when y'all get home (y'all are like Secretly dating since you're just a teacher) he's all nice and romantic to apologize?

YIPPEE I found another lee Russell lover! don't judge please I'm Australian so I have little concept of American education. I hope you like it.

Warnings: Lil angsty and implied sex

Be mean to me

Lee Russell x reader (well Christine sucks so she's not in this story)

Life was pretty peachy as a history teacher in North Jackson high school, you were stuck teaching from a range of boring topics to your either half asleep, barely listening or teacher pet students, except you were sleeping with the vice principal, Lee Russell. You couldn't resist that southern charm radiating off his tongue when he spoke those words on your first day as a teacher, in the parking lot.

"Mornin' Sweetheart, are you lost? The names Lee Russell, Vice principal of this very high school and you're way too fuckin' pretty to be a high school teacher."

After taking a good look at the lanky man who called himself the vice principal, you couldn't help yourself, and after promptly introducing you to your fellow teachers, he briskly walked you to the janitors closet where you both spent all morning. Obviously, you both knew this had to be kept a secret, boss and employee dating is a no-go, although that did not stop you both from being affectionate when no was watching, sharing a peck when you went to visit him at his office or the grasp of his hand on your thigh under the table at meetings or after work, where it was safe to be yourselves and you could lay together watching borderline cheesy romcom movies whilst Lee critiques his heart out.

You sighed contently as the bell for seventh period rang, the mingled voices of your 6th period ancient history class rushed out the door to their next useless class and you could finally relax and start lesson planning for the next 45 minutes. You let your hands run down your thighs, smoothing out your new dress (this but more teacher appropriate). You brought this specifically for Lee, you knew of his love for colours, hence his usually eccentric clothing choices, you knew he'd love the pattern on you. You couldn't help but smile giddily and walk out of the classroom, you knew you could easily finish the planning later and you'd rather spend the last of the school day with Lee.

You swiftly walked down the hall to administration, smiled sweetly at Swift, because you knew how rude Gamby was to her for no reason, and she didn't deserve that, like Gamby seriously needs a reality check in your opinion.

"Afternoon Miss Swift, I hope you're doing alright and Gamby isn't giving you a hard time, I was hoping to see Mr. Russell, I had to discuss long service leave with him."

"Oh, thank you miss l/n, vice principal Gamby is albeit rude, but I think he's getting better, and of course let me get the door for you."

You knew she wasn't stupid, and you assumed she knew about you and Lee secretly dating, but it was better to come up with an excuse and be safe rather than sorry. Smith quickly opened to door and shut it behind you.

"Well, hello there honey, I was expecting you- and what's this? isn't this a pretty thing?"

He shot up from his desk chair and sauntered over to where you stood, he placed his hands on your waist and whispered in your ear.

"I can't wait to rip that off you gir-"

Suddenly the door swung open, and Lee jumped away from you, 'of course Neal Gamby, you had to come fuck everything up." you thought to yourself, now awkwardly fiddling with the hem of your dress.

"Russell. We need to talk. Why the hell are you here Miss. l/n? I thought Wednesday 7th period was your planning lesson."

Before you could reply to Gamby, Lee interjected,

"Exactly, Scram Miss l/n, I don't need nor want you here, I have better shit to do, plus what the fuck are you wearing? you look like a fuckin mess, pick a goddamn colour."

Your heart sank, an uncomfortable tightness sat in your chest as your face flushed in embarrassment. You knew Lee being a dick to you was only a ruse to throw off other teachers and admin but, fuck it hurt, it hurt so much to have him speak to you in that way. You nodded your head and headed to the door,

"Open or closed Mr. Russell?"

Gamby responded for him, responding in a curt 'Closed.' leaving you to silently shut the door behind you. You walked out of the administration office before your eyes welled with tears, but you waited until you reached your classroom until you broke, sobbing quietly at your desk. You just wished you and Lee could act like a couple instead of the cold shoulder act he'd be giving you. With the mixed signals and nausea swirling through your brain, you grabbed your left-over paperwork and bag before leaving. Usually, you and Lee would leave at the same time, but you couldn't bear to see him at the moment, all your hard work, making yourself pretty for him and resulting in him publicly humiliating you was just too much.

The short drive home eased you a little but when you had to walk up those steps of your shared home, it just brought back that sickly tension. You unlocked the door and set your handbag down (another reminder of Lee since it was an anniversary gift). You kicked off your heels and headed upstairs to your shared bedroom. You didn't bother to change and slumped into bed, fresh tears coming to your eyes, you didn't care whether you were quiet or not, sobbing yourself till you couldn't keep your eyes open.

Lee's POV:

He regretted the words as soon as they came from his mouth. He saw the hurt on your face, and he felt his stomach twist into a tight knot. He hated being a dick to you, hated it so much he hated himself for doing it. He realised he went way too far this time with you, and he really didn't want to lose you and couldn't help but fidget with his hands whilst blatantly ignoring whatever bullshit Gamby was bitching about.

"Sorry Gamby but I gotta run, not like you'd know what that is though. We'll talk about Brown tomorrow, now get the fuck outta my office."

Neal sighed, muttered some regurgitated insult but ultimately left. Lee rushed to grab his belongings and ran out the door, Smith tried to ask where he was off to in a rush,

"Sir, you can't just leave! where are you even going???"

When he pulled into the driveway, 'Thank God' he thought as he saw your car parked there. He got out, left all his belongings in the car, not a care. You were more important; you were the most important thing in his life. He opened the door and called;

"Shut the fuck up Smith, I can leave whenever the fuck I want and its none of your business where I am going."

Smith squeaked a reply, but Lee was already down the hall, he went to your classroom and groaned when he noticed a lack of you and your belongings. He ran to the parking lot, got into his car as soon as he didn't saw your car, without a doubt it was always parked next to his. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white, he shakily exhaled, he knew he had fucked up and was hoping you were at home.

"Y/n baby, where are you? I'm so sorry about what I said."

The silence was nerve-racking, so after checking all the other rooms for you, he headed to the bedroom to check. There you were, peaceful and asleep, he couldn't have been happier. He walked across the room to the side to the bed you were facing, and sat gently on the bed, softly stroking your hair.

Your POV:

You slowly awoke out of a dreamless slumber to someone touching you. You flinched when you realised it was Lee, and you remembered everything that happened today. He felt your reaction and immediately pulled his hand away. He saw the tear streaks on your face and sighed,

"Y/n I am so fuckin' sorry; I should have never had said those hurtful things to you, you didn't deserve that, God, I don't deserve you. I didn't even mean them, I need you so much, and you do so much for me, and I take that shit for granted, please forgive me y/n, I love you."

You saw the raw emotion across his face and sat up, you could see the tears in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wipe the one away falling down his cheek with your thumb. You smiled softly and leaned into him,

"I forgive you Lee, and I love you so much. I don't think you meant it but what you said really fucking hurt, and this hiding our relationship is really hurting us, so please can we finally go public and not have to worry and hide anymore?"

"Thank you so much and fuck it! who gives a shit if you and I are together? whoever doesn't like it can suck my dick, I can't lose you honey."

You smiled, finally knowing you'd and Lee would finally be able to be yourselves without having hide and sneak around.

"You aren't losing me Lee; I wouldn't do that to you. Now kiss me, you idiot."

He didn't hesitate a second before crashing his lips into yours, your hands finding his neck before climbing into his lap. His hands sneaked around your waist bringing you even closer, you could feel his erection under you, and you couldn't help moaning into his mouth. He broke the kiss to whisper,

"Well now how about I make do of my promise from earlier?"

The End

I hope this was good! please leave comments or asks if you enjoyed :)

[camryn-haitani]

kissing the Sk8 boys before their beef

reki kyan, langa hasegawa, kaoru sakurayashiki (cherry blossom), kojiro nanjo (joe) x GN! reader

TW: cursing

lowercase intended. this is the beginning of y'all's relationship so this is the first time y'all kiss

(s/y/n) means yalls 'S' name if y'all want a secret identity like how kaoru has cherry blossom

Reki Kyan

you hear the door slam open as you jolt your head up to see what it is. you see your boyfriend in the doorframe looking directly at you

"Y/N Y/N Y/N. GUESS WHAAAAAAAT!" he yells as he runs to your desk. you smush his cheeks with your hand. "reki baby, calm down. and what is it?" you ask. "sorry, but you gotta guess." he says in a more hushed manner.

"uhmmmm you got a beef?" you question. he nods his head. "and lemme guess, with shadow?" he nods more excited. "I've been studying his tricks and cheats so I'll definitely beat him now." he whispers so people wont hear him talk about S. y'all's teacher walks in and reki goes to sit down, bouncing his knee up and down, not being able to contain his excitement.

time skip

langa, reki, and you gather up at S and look for Joe and Cherry. you see Cherry's bright ass pink hair and lead the guys over to him.

"glad to see y'all can make it. reki I wish you luck." cherry says in a monotone voice. "thanks cherry! i really appreciate it" reki smiles.

"yo! you ready to get your ass kicked, you little punk!" shadow walks up behind reki. "hell yeah! I'm gonna beat you tonight, shadow. and if I win, you have to get a act like a baby for 10 minutes. wah wah!" reki mocks him like a baby.

"oh yeah?! and if I win, you have to do the same!" shadow yells. "really creative, huh?" he says.

they get into their starting positions and wait for the lights.

"reki wait!" you run up to him. "s/y/n? what are you-" he gets cut off by you kissing him. he kisses you back and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in. you pull back, "good luck!" you smile at him.

let's just say that a certain video of shadow got sent to your phone :)

he was so happy that you kissed him to the point where he ran to you at the finish line and tackled you in another kiss. he did not want to let you go

Langa Hasegawa

you were watching langa practice some new tricks that reki told him about. he had a beef with some random guy that challenged him, but langa had nothing to worry about. he's sure he can beat him.

of course langa fell a few times and he always came to you to bandage him up. he always has that sad walk everytime he came up to you with a scraped hand or knee. but nevertheless, he always got back up again.

"gasp, langa look!" you pointed at the sunset. one of two things. 1. you wanted to show him how pretty the sunset was. 2. it was about that time to start heading over to S. you packed your things up and starting heading there.

of course, reki was already at S and waiting for y'all. "langa! s/y/n! you're here!" reki ran up and tackled us in a hug. "omg reki, hi!" you laugh. he gets up and helps me and langa up. "dude are you ready?!" reki asks. "of course!" langa says with a smile. 'he looks so pretty when he's happy and smiling' you say to yourself.

langa was about to go to the starting line when you called for him. he walked up to you, "yes, honey?" he asks. "one thing." you grabbed his collar and kissed him. you let go of his shirt and wished him luck. she was absolutely red and stuttering, poor boy could barely walk back to the starting line.

he of course won. he was still so red when he came up to you at the finish line. he was a stuttering mess asking you if you can kiss him more often

Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Cherry Blossom)

you're at where kaoru works and you're just watching him do whatever the hell he does when he works. you're just staring at him, mindlessly, engaged in whatever he's doing. "i can feel your eyes burn into my head, darling. is there something you need?" he asks. "oh uhm no... i just like watching you work.." you admit embarrassed.

after he gets off work, you both head over to Joe's for some food. "well if it isn't my two favorite people. the usual seats and orders, I presume?" joe asks. "you know us so well" you respond.

you and kaoru sit at the bar so you can talk to Joe. he brings out both of your drinks and food and leans on the counter. "so che- I mean kaoru." Joe messes up. kaoru gives him a 'watch what you say' glare at Joe. "how about a beef tonight, kaoru? just like old times, huh?" joe asks. "fine, but only if it'll get you off my back, you dopey gorilla." he says.

time skip

cherry took almost an hour to get ready, mostly on his hair, and we go to find Joe. i see his deep, moss green hair (insultingly) and he sees me. he runs over and gives me a bone crunching hug. "s/y/n!! you made it." he says. he looks at cherry, "oh, and the princess has arrived as well. how long did it take you to do your hair this time?" joe asks. cherry just slapped his back and joe hissed at the pain.

"you ready, you walking shampoo ad?" joe looks over at him. "ready to wipe that smirk off your dumbass face." he fires back. "oooh so sassy today."

"wait, darling." you call to cherry. "yes, angel?" he sits back up. "good luck, mkay?" you pull down his mask before he protests and kiss him. his eyes widen in shock, he doesn't know what to feel or how to react. you pull up his mask before anyone else can see.

cherry absolutely won against Joe since he had your kiss to motivate him.

he now requires a kiss before every single beef he has

Kojiro Nanjo (Joe)

like cherry, you were admiring kojiro while he worked. just something about the unform he wears makes his muscles and everything look so good on him. you weren't gonna lie, you may or may not have been slowly undressing him in your mi-

"if you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch a cold." he says with his back turned to you as he washes dishes. he has his sleeves halfway rolled up, making him 10x hotter. "oh shut up you gorilla." you say as you look away, but then look at him in the corner of your eyes. "oooh ouch that one stung," he says sarcastically, "you've been hanging out with kaoru too much." he says, never turning around.

once he's done with the dishes and everyone's cleared out, he dries his hands and leans on the counter to look at you. "some little punk kid challenged me to a beef tonight. you're gonna be there right, darling?" he questions. "well of course, sweetheart. wouldn't want to miss seeing you shirtless." you shot back while looking at his hands. there's steam coming off of them from the hot ass water he was doing the dishes with. "my eyes are up here, darling. you can see me shirtless tonight, lovey." he raises your head with his finger. "oh don't worry, I plan on it. and if I hear one of your fangirls yelling about how they wanna quote 'marry your abs'," you finger quote, "I'll jump on their asses." you sickly smile. "damn, you're hot when your possessive."

time skip

you both ride to where either reki, langa, or cherry was, or whoever you find first. reki and langa run up to you and jumps you in a hug, making you fall off your board. "s/y/n!" they say while pilling on you. they always do this every time you come to S, but you don't mind, it's cute.

joe pulls them off of you and helps you up. the kid who challenged him starts egging him on about how Joe will lose and that he'll never beat him. this, of course, pissed you off. "joe!" you wiggled your finger to signal to come here. before he stops, you pulled his belt buckle, wrapped your arms around him, and kissed him. he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back immediately. you pull away, "kick his ass, darling" you tell him. "damn angel, do this all the time and I'll do whatever you say." he teases.

he, like cherry, had your kiss to motivate his win.

joe, and like reki, walked up to you after his win, and kissed you oh so passionately at his win

he also requires a kiss before every beef

[th3lovely1]

Caitlin Clark Headcanons

♡♡♡♡♡

-Bullet point form😗

- Heated stuff and all that

♡♡♡♡♡

Sfw

• Is protective of you but not in the crazy obsessive way. She just feels better when you're in her view in public and likes to make sure you're next to her.

• When someone's hitting on you, she knows that you can handle it, but if the person can't take a hint, then she has no problem stepping in. I don't see her as a big fist fighter, so she tries to deal with the situation by talking, but if it doesn't work, then she'll throw hands for you.

• Lovesss laying on you

"Hun, I can't breathe"

"Just a little longer, beautiful"

"I can't hold my breath for that long"

• She will always joke about your height no matter what. If you're taller than her or shorter, she doesn't care. She makes so many corny jokes. If you're shorter then her she does that thing where she rests her arm on your head. And she'll also just pick you up sometimes and leave you in the air. She thinks it's so funny.

"Cait, you better get your arm off me"

"Y'all hear that?"

And it's the same if you're taller than her. She'll still make corny jokes whenever she can.

"How's the weather up there?"

"I know you're not talking"

• She's not very public about your relationship. She'll still post you on her socials and stuff, but she's not doing it every day. But when she gets questions about you in interviews or lives, she always makes sure that people know how big her love is for you.

"Oh, Y/n? She is the light of my life. She's always supported me through this and has been the rock that keeps me stable. She's part of the reason why I'm here today. I wouldn't ask for anyone else"

• Her love language would probably be physical touch and gift giving. She gets busy with basketball, so she gets you little gifts when she can. And when she's shopping and sees something you like, it's automatically in her cart. But when you guys get alone time, she's all over you. She'll follow you like a lost puppy😭. And even in public, she feels better whenever she's touching you. Doesn't matter if it's holding hands or just your arms touching

Nsfw

• The eye contact, omg. Doesn't matter if she's finger deep in you or how messy you think you look, she wants you to look at her

"Eyes on me, baby. I know you can do it"

• Sooo much praise. Always makes sure that you know that you're just doing so good for her.

"Just like that, sweet thing. There you go, such a good girl"

• I don't think she'd be too big about degradation. She uses it but only when she's upset or something like that. But when she does, it's not hard-core. More stuff like "slut" and "brat" just the basics.

•Her hands. That's all I gotta say

• Makes sure that you finish at least 2 or 3 times before she gets attention. But even then she's still making you cum

"You can take it, babe. Don't worry, I got you"

• Anything in public is a no-go. The only thing that she'll do is some teasing.

• Loves when you pull her hair

• Aftercare is the best. She always makes sure you're taken care of

"Did such a good job for me, hun"

[just-jordie-things]

hii! if you’re still taking drabble reqs i’m in need of secret relationship w/yuta, megumi and toge (but you can add whoever you want honestly ~ )

yes omg now that my tbah series project is wrapped up i can finally get back into drabbles for y'all !! _

OKKOTSU YUUTA

ok you weren't trying to keep your relationship secret at first, things just got out of hand and then there was never a good time to bring it up.

when you and yuuta first confessed your feelings for each other in small whispers during a night you'd stayed up late because sleep was hard when you were a jujutsu sorcerer- you'd been ecstatic. nervous stammering and shy hands brushing against one another turned to bright grins and small kisses. you'd both been so relieved that your feelings were returned and your friendship hadn't been totaled by a premature confession.

and while you were certain those feelings weren't going anywhere, you both prioritized the group dynamic over anything else. your friends would surely be supportive of such an advancement in your relationship, still, you and yuuta agreed to give it a month or two to before breaking the news. just to be sure.

six months had passed. oops.

but it wasn't on purpose! no! you were all so busy, if there wasn't a mission there was constant schoolwork to catch up on, and then there was the whole sukuna's vessel thing, and it seemed that there was just no such thing as 'the right time' so it kinda got put on the back burner, and, well, it's how you found yourself in this situation.

it had been a rare occasion where yours and yuuta's schedules had aligned. he'd just gotten back from a mission and you weren't set to go on one for another week. a week was a blessing in this line of work, so you treated it like a vacation. (even though there was still schoolwork and training, any free time you had you devoted to yuuta)

like right now. you'd invited yourself into his dorm and lounged on his bed contentedly on your phone while he was reading a book. you didn't even speak much to one another. you were just happy to be tucked under his arm and leaning against the same pillow together.

you'd probably been cuddled up together for the last fifteen minutes, occasionally sharing a kiss, or a meme you'd found, when you finally asked him what he'd been reading.

blushing, yuuta lowered the book so you could peer onto the pages. a smile stretches over your lips as your eyes skim the poetry before looking back at him.

"poetry, hm?" you tease with that soft, cruel tone you use that makes him melt for you all over again. "as if you couldn't get anymore romantic, yuu"

he scoffs at the statement, shaking his head rapidly.

"just wanted to try something different-" he tries to defend himself, but you cut him off before he could finish his pitiful attempt.

"read to me"

"really?"

you nod furiously, even turning off your phone and dropping it to your lap so you could give him your full attention. yuuta's still blushing from his neck to his ears, but he couldn't possibly refuse.

he flips a few pages back, mumbling something about finding just the right one, before he clears his throat and softly reads the words aloud to you.

your head falls to his shoulder, your chest warm, your heart full, and you prod yuuta into reading more as you melt into his warmth and comfort.

it had been such a sweet, intimate moment. your happiness from spending time together turned to pure bliss as the poetry fell from his lips so naturally it was as though he'd written the words himself.

saying it had been ruined by the door crashing open wouldn't be right, because nothing could truly take away your current ecstasy, but it had been a shock.

"MUSTARD LEAF?"

you both yelped in surprise at toge's sudden forced energy, too in shock to realize the compromising position you shared on yuuta's bed.

whatever reason toge had shown up for was never really brought up, because as soon as he caught two of his best friends cuddling with a book of poetry held between them, he'd known exactly what he'd stumbled in on, and he was sending out texts to the rest of your friends in an instant, muttering out onigiri ingredients in shock.

it took a lot of convincing to your friends that you hadn't intended to hide your relationship from them. even now, months later, you don't think they believe you.

but they are happy for you :) ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi really had to work up the courage to tell you how he felt. in fact, he'd almost talked himself out of it. he'd spent long enough deciphering the feelings himself. he wasn't familiar with the way his heartbeat sped up when you were close to him, or how his ears felt hot when you'd compliment him, or choose him first as a partner.

(honestly, it probably took him, like, months to realize he had a crush on you. gojo probably had to help him a little, against his will)

so imagine how long it took for him to finally do something about. yeesh. go easy on this boy.

when he does pull you away somewhere private and mumble out so many words they're slurring together but they're all so lovely and soft that you figure out exactly what he's saying, or trying to say anyways.

"anywaysijustwantedtotellyou," his words pick up in pace when he comes to his conclusion, the reality of his confession making his embarrassment grow. "youdon'thavetosayanything"

you grab his hand and squeeze it gently, conveying your appreciation through action, because your first words are a bit confusing.

"we probably shouldn't tell anyone," you say in a hushed voice. "at least for a while, i think our friends will be kind of annoying about it, they're kind of annoying like that,"

you're only teasing, judging by the fond smile on your lips, but megumi can't really make out what you're saying. his brows furrow, and his eyes are flickering rapidly between yours, silently asking for further context.

"well, think about it," you prompt, "do you really want yuuji teasing us about going out?"

"going out?" megumi repeats the words softly, almost in disbelief.

"what, did you want to confess and then never do anything about it?" you snort, your nose crinkling as you smile up at him.

megumi thinks his heart is swelling too much. he might need to have shoko check him out. this couldn't be normal. or safe.

"like- like dating? like on a date? together?"

you're giggling, and your hand squeezes his again. he's the cutest thing and he has no idea, you think to yourself. this isn't a new thought.

"yeah, like dating. like on a date. together," you repeat his words, just to tease him a little bit.

"okay," megumi says, and he finally smiles, no, grins, at the idea. he didn't exactly have high expectations when he confessed to you, or any expectations at all. this was definitely best case scenario. "we definitely can't tell anyone," he agrees as soon as he thinks about it for longer than a second.

he couldn't imagine the torture nobara and yuuji would put him through.

or worse.

gojo.

"maybe ever" he adds with wide, panicked eyes.

you laugh again, before standing on the tips of your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. like magic, you watch pink spread over the area instantaneously.

(needless to say gojo knows about the shift in your relationship pretty much right away. he does you both the favor of keeping it to himself... for a week) ___

INUMAKI TOGE

it had been pretty easy to keep your relationship with toge a secret. your friendship had always been a rather close one, so seeing physical affection between you two wasn't out of the norm. hugs, light touches, maybe a little cuddling, nothing really changed outwardly to your classmates.

and it had just been easier to keep the relationship private. neither of you wanted things to change. you didn't want to be treated any differently. had you made your relationship public, you probably wouldn't be partnered up as often for missions, and honestly, you and toge were a killer duo on the field.

(you also didn't want panda teasing you anymore than he already did, so that was also a good enough reason to keep it private)

so you two shared your kisses and whispers of meaningless whispers of nothing behind closed doors. pretty much your entire first year. toge's limited speech was actually helpful. it's not like he had to worry about slipping up too much.

it wasn't until a few weeks into your second year that anyone called you out.

of course as soon as itadori yuuji was introduced to the second years, he'd noticed right away. how, you weren't sure. you'd just been standing beside toge- you weren't even touching! but yuuji had caught the way your eyes had met a couple times, sharing silent words, so when introductions were over he'd outright asked.

"you guys are together, right?"

inumaki's eyes went wide, and behind his collar his jaw even dropped. you froze completely, your expression and body unmoving, while all eyes turned to you.

in hindsight, the lack of response from you and toge is probably what made things worse. had you calmly laughed it off and said you were close friends, you definitely could have gotten the heat off of you.

but you were so shocked that yuuji had asked you so blatantly! or that he'd even noticed at all!

maki, panda, and megumi all stood there with their shocked expressions, the longer you remained silent, the more they began to realize that yuuji had called you out in a matter of minutes after meeting you, when they'd all known you for years!

"salmon"

toge is the first to speak, with an affirmative nod to yuuji's question. you're still in a state of shock, even more so now that he's admitted to it.

yuuji, the precious kind of guy he is, just smiles and nods back, thinking you seemed like a cool couple, and was pretty oblivious to the reactions of everyone else.

"what!?" maki screeches when she finally finds her voice.

"for how long?" megumi's question follows.

"does yuuta know?" panda already has his phone in hand, rapidly texting their classmate that was overseas currently.

(with the time change, you don't get yuuta's reaction until hours later, and it's no different than the others)

[yuuta] : i can't believe you guys didn't tell me !! :o [yuuta] : i better get details !! >:( [yuuta] : obviously I always knew [yuuta] : but it's the principle of the thing!!!!!

even after your secret is out in the open, nothing changes much. you and toge are just as affectionate as ever, and your friends kick themselves for not realizing sooner. ___

y'all know i can't add gojo bc there's just no effing way he'd ever keep your relationship a secret. he'd definitely group text shoko and nanami the second you make your relationship official there's a romantic shift in your dynamic.

[mattslolita]

hi bae its aid. ok I NEED NEED A enemies to lovers type shit where matt is in a band and hes like hella rock boy omg stop im already shivering just typing this LMAOAOA ok and ik ur ass can deliver with the smut. i luh u

i wanna be your slave - m. sturniolo

in which ... you were so mesmerized by the lead guitarist of your friend's band — who you couldn't stand. and he had felt the same way — or did he? ( rockstar!matt x black!fem reader )

warnings ; smut, oral ( female receiving ), dom!matt, semi-public sex

"𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

matthew sturniolo.

you hated him, just couldn't stand him and his arrogance. but, you assumed that's what came with a guy who thought he was the shit just because he was in a band.

it didn't help that you found him extremely attractive too, and he played the fucking guitar to top it off — the only reason you knew these things is because even still, you were best friends with his older triplet brother nick and his friend madi, making the three of you a trio. nick was the photographer for his brother's band, and you and madi were basically the band's best friends.

you were currently backstage with madi, nick, chris, matt, and the band's vocal singer maxine at one of their gigs — the backstage area was spacious, containing all the bands equipment.

chris, madi, and maxine were in a debate about something whilst you sat with nick and conversed with him — matt had his attention on tuning his guitar, a cigarette at the end of his lips, and every few minutes you'd glance over at him to see the way his ring clad fingers plucked at the strings. he looked so focused as his gaze never left the guitar.

"y/n!" nick said, tapping you lightly.

"huh?" you said, snapping back into reality. upon realizing you zoned out, your eyes widened as you turned back to nick. "sorry."

nick raised an eyebrow skeptically and was about to start speaking again until the band's manager walked into the backstage area. "alright, you guys are on in ten. you ladies need to leave now."

nick sighed and pouted at you playfully, and you pouted back. "don't worry, we'll be back as soon as y'all finish!"

"or you can stay gone," matt's voice says sarcastically, his eyes finally fixated on you as he shrugs to you mockingly.

"boy, you wish you could get rid of me that easily," you snorted at him with an eye roll, standing up and crossing your arms over your chest.

it caused matt's eyes to shift down to your cleavage area, as your outfit was pretty revealing considering the way your top did little to hide your breasts and your leather skirt had nearly showed your lacy blue thong you wore underneath.

you rolled your eyes at the way he shamelessly had roved over your body, licking his lips as he did so. taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he put it in the ashtray and dumped it, then stood up to stretch and you could get a clear view of his happy trail.

you looked away before he could catch you staring and followed madi who was walking outside towards where the stage area was.

being that you were the best friends of the band, you and madi were able to secure spots in the front row, where the band would be easily visible.

you had both settled there as the lights dimmed, signaling that the show was about to start. madi nudged your shoulder excitedly, and you giggled at her enthusiasm as people began cheering for them.

the lights were now all the way dim as chris, matt, and maxine came onto the stage — however, your eyes find themselves fixated on matt as he grins whilst holding onto his guitar.

the dim lighting makes his skin look an eerily glowy purple color as you admire the way his muscles flex underneath his wife beater tank top, his black jeans glistening in the light due to the chains that dangle from them. the horse chain around his neck swing slightly as he begins playing his guitar, his ring clad fingers strumming over the chords rythmetically.

you're so mesmerized by the way his fingers move over the guitar you don't see the way that his eyes have found yours as he plays the notes — you inhale sharply as you look up to meet his icy blue gaze, and his lips contort into a content smirk which causes your heart rate to increase.

it's as if only you and him are in the moment, as both of your gazes are unwavering — you're surprised that you haven't looked away, but his gaze keeps you locked in and you feel it beginning to suffocate you as he licks his lips and gives you a once over.

you feel guilty for not even paying attention to the way chris is going insane on the drums or the way maxine's beautiful vocals carry out throughout the club. you've almost forgotten about madi's presence as well, as she was recording them ( which you should've been doing ).

as the song comes to a closing, maxine steps back as matt suddenly takes the center of the stage to play his guitar solo — nick mentioned it when you were talking backstage, but due him already being on your mind you didn't even comprehend it.

sweat beads formed on his forehead as it creased, whilst he slightly bopped his head up and down while he strummed the chords — out of her peripheral vision you could see the other girls in the crowd foaming at the mouth over him, causing you to frown slightly.

his brown locks bounced against his forehead as he lifted his head back up, his gaze finding yours once more as he finishes the last notes — a long, final strum of the guitar as he maintained eye contact with you sent you over the edge.

you needed him.

chris, matt, and maxine came to the center of the stage and bowed, waving and saying their goodbyes to everyone as they all applauded the band.

they exited the stage, and you found your eyes traveling to see where matt had went off to so quickly. "oh my gosh, they did so amazing!"

"uh huh," you said, turning to madi before she got too suspicious, a smile forming onto your face, "that was fucking amazing."

"girl," madi grinned, a small giggle escaping her lips as she nudged your shoulder, "you know i saw how matt was looking at you, right?"

"what?" you say, your eyes widening as you both slowly make your way backstage again.

"y/n, he was clearly looking at you almost the entire time," madi pointed out. "i swear you both are so oblivious."

you both had once again successfully made it backstage, and you almost lost your breath when the first face you saw was matt's — his eyes were trained on yours and you could feel a wetness pool underneath your skirt.

"i'm gonna go use the bathroom," you tell nobody in particular, quickly exiting the room.

you rush to the bathroom, grateful that there was no line, and quickly shut it behind yourself as you looked in the mirror — unfortunately, the door opened and you whirled around, being met with matt and his signature smug smirk as he reached behind him and locked the door.

before you were able to get a word out, he caged you against the sink, both of his arms on it as your ass was pressed firmly against the sink.

he smashed his lips onto yours, and you immediately melted into his hungrily, having been waiting for this the entire night. your hands find the back of his neck as his arms wrap around your waist, slowly inching their way down to your ass, giving it a squeeze.

you gasp into the kiss which grants him access to slip his tongue inside, as you pull you ever so closer — a moan escapes your lips as the sensation causing him to smirk against your lips.

not breaking the kiss his hand travels to the side of the waist and down slowly until they reach the hem of your skirt. you whimper as he sinks his hand inside, rubbing his thumb against your thong.

"matt..." you breathe out, breaking the kiss.

"where do you want me, sweetheart?" he rasps against your neck, beginning to leave kisses there. one finger goes under your underwear as it grazes where you need him most, "...here?"

"please," you beg him, looking up at him with lustful eyes, his eyes darkening at the sight and sound of you.

he quickly pulls your skirt down leaving you in the blue thong, his lustfilled gaze hungry as he eyes you up and down — he leaves more kisses on your neck, slow and sensual as he dips his fingers into your underwear, lightly rubbing on your aching clit.

"fuck, don't tease me," you breathe out, a smirk residing on his face.

"didn't plan on it, baby," he says.

without warning, one finger delves into your folds as you feel the tension finally start to alleviate when it enters inside of you.

"fuckk..." you moan out, throwing your head back at the feeling, giving him more access to suck on your neck, a dark purple mark now covering the brown skin there.

"you like the way i touch you, angel?" he whispers in your ear, speeding his movements up.

"y-yes, matt," you whine out, biting your lip to suppress that so desperately threatened to escape your throat.

"yeah, wore this pretty little thong for me, didn't you?" matt continues, inserting another finger causing a lewd moan to escape your throat, "knew i'd wanna be inside you after seeing this."

"matt, fuck, keep going," you moan, his fingers speeding up.

the squelching of your wet cunt vibrated off the walls and you were sure by now someone could hear what was happening — matt's movements inside you never ceased and you could feel that band tightening in your stomach.

"m' so close," you whined out, gripping his shoulder to steady yourself, feeling your legs go weak.

"yeah?" matt says, leaving another kiss on the right side of your neck, "give it to me, angel."

the band in your stomach snaps and you release all over his fingers, a moan leaving your mouth as you do so — with a grin he takes his fingers out of you and turns you around, licking his fingers clean as he look at you through the mirror.

"let me take these off, yeah?" matt asks and you nod your head and bite your lip as he hurriedly removes your blue thong and throws them to the side.

he quickly undoes his pants and slides them to the side, along with his boxers — his cock springs free from its confines, the tip a pretty but angry pink color as it leaks with precum.

matt drags his tip against your still wet cunt slowly, lubricating it in your juices, causing a moan to fall past both of your lips — you throw your head back as he enters you slowly, letting you adjust to his size before he starts to move.

"mm, yes baby, right there," you moan out, his hips snapping back and forth as he thrusts into you from behind.

"fuck, you're so tight," matt grunts, one hand coming up under your shirt to pinch your nipples causing you to whine. "you like when i fuck you like this, don't you, pretty girl?"

"feels so good," you moan, his thrusts speeding up.

"such a good girl, taking me from behind," matt praises, his other hand holding onto your waist as his cock repeatedly hits your cervix just the way you like.

you feel your second orgasm approaching again, and quickly. "m' gonna cum again, baby."

"i'm close too, angel," matt moans out, "hold it till i say so."

the pace of his thrusts are relentless as his cock repeatedly abuses your cunt — they start to get sloppy which lets you know he's close. he begins leaving sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking harshly on a different spot making another purple bruise on your brown skin yet again. marking his spot.

"fuck, let me cum in this pussy gorgeous," matt grunts and you let out an inaudible noise to let him know he can.

you feel his cum shoot inside of you, painting your walls a creamy color as a lewd moan of your name slips past his lips which causes your orgasm to wash over you as well, your juices mixing with his own.

coming down from your high he pulls out of you as you both catch your breath.

matt looks around for something to clean up with, finding a towel on a rack as he walks over to you with a grin whilst cleaning your legs. "so, how'd you like the show?"

"beside you eye fucking me the entire time, i enjoyed it," you shrugged, a smirk adorning your features.

"oh, but you got what you wanted, didn't you?" matt smirks back, presses a kiss to your lips as he throws the towel in the trash, handing you your underwear.

you slip them on quickly along with your skirt, washing your hands afterward — matt was also now fully dressed as well and before you could try and leave he stops you in your tracks.

"i'll leave first, try not to leave too fast after," he says and before you object, he's already gone and closing the door behind him.

you roll your eyes, but a small smile graces your features at the memory of what the both of you had just done.

( lilly's section 💌 )

this should've been out MONTHS AGO😭😭 she's finally here though, hope y'all fw this🫦

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[bangchansdirty-slut]

Hi Hi! you did so well with my first request so I have another one:)

I was thinking FTM reader (no surgeries) x roommates Chansung. Chansung are dating and they hate you and you hate them with how they keep you up at night being loud as hell when Ji fucks Chan. One day y'all are in a heated argument with lots of yelling and aggression but there's so much damn sexual tension between the three of you that things suddenly turn SPICY mid argument.

Paring: Switch!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Omg, I finally finished writing! I hope this is what you were asking for. I really tried my best to write it as clearly as possible.

In the dimly lit room, the shadows danced across the walls like ethereal lovers, their soft caresses blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. The air was thick with anticipation, the heavy silence of three people caught in a web of unspoken desires. Y/n hated it. Hated the way his roommates Jisung and Chris looked at him, hated the way they whispered to each other when they thought he was asleep, hated the way they made him feel so damn uncomfortable. He couldn't help but listen to them fuck, couldn't help but hear Chris's muffled cries and moans from Jisung that seemed to echo through the walls of their tiny apartment. But tonight was different. Tonight, something was going to give.

The argument had started innocently enough, over the usual things: dirty dishes in the sink, unemptied trash cans, the occasional forgotten rent payment. But as the words flew back and forth between them, the tension in the air grew thicker, more palpable with every syllable. And then, suddenly, it shifted. Like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky, the sexual tension exploded into the room, filling the air with the heady scent of desire and the promise of something more.

Jisung leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. "You like hearing it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You like hearing us together." Chris, always the braver of the two, nodded in agreement, his hands moving restlessly on Y/n's shoulders.

"No, I don't!" Y/n snapped, trying to pull away from their touch. "I hate it! I hate you both!" But even as he spoke, he could feel his heart racing, his pussy getting wetter in his panties. The tension between them was unbearable, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Jisung rose to his feet, his movements fluid and confident. He took a step closer, his chest almost brushing against Y/n's. "We can prove it," he whispered. "We can show you what you've been hearing every night." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Y/n's hand and dragged him across the room, into his bedroom. Chris followed close behind, his expression a mix of determination and desire.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from a small lamp on the bedside table. Jisung closed the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Jisung and Chris took off their clothes then they both took off Y/n's. Jisung led Y/n over to the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress so that he was lying on his back. Then he turned to face Chris, who was watching them with hungry eyes.

"Show him," Jisung breathed, his voice low and commanding. "Show him what he hears." Chris nodded, moving forward to stand between Y/n's spread legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "You like hearing this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

As if in answer, Y/n arched his back, letting out a soft moan. The feel of Chris's hardness pressed against his entrance was almost too much to bear. He wanted it, needed it, despite himself. And then, with a single thrust, Chris was inside him, filling the empty space between their bodies. Y/n cried out, his hips bucking against Chris's, meeting his movements with a fierce hunger.

Behind them, Jisung positioned himself between Chris's legs, leaning forward to kiss his neck. His fingers dug into the firm muscle of Chris's ass as he began to thrust, matching the pace of their hips. The feeling of being so completely surrounded by them, of being taken in every possible way, was overwhelming.

As Y/n lay there, pinned beneath the weight of their bodies, he could feel the pressure building inside him, coiling tight in his core. He arched his back, meeting the rhythm of their movements, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. The sounds of their bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing through his head like a siren song.

Jisung's thrusts behind him were fierce and unyielding, each one driving deeper into Chris's ass. The friction caused his cock to throb, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his balls. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Chris's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. Chris let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking wildly against Y/n's.

Y/n closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting his body. He tried to focus on breathing, on keeping himself from losing control. But it was no use. The heat between them, the taste of sweat and skin, the sounds of their bodies colliding together, it all combined into a cacophony of desire that was impossible to ignore.

As Chris's movements grew more frantic, Y/n knew that he was close. He reached down, grasping at the headboard of the bed, using it to steady himself as he felt the familiar tightening in his core. "I'm going to come," he gasped, his voice ragged with need. "Oh god, I'm going to…"

Jisung's thrusts behind Chris became more urgent, his hips slamming into Chris's ass in perfect rhythm with Y/n's movements. He groaned, his breath hot against Chris's neck. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's own pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of being so fully stretched and used sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel himself on the brink, about to lose control completely. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped, arching his back as he felt the first spasms of release wash over him.

Chris moaned, his body tensing as he felt Y/n's orgasm spill over him. His own climax followed close behind, his hips bucking wildly as he came, filling Y/n with his seed. The sensation of being so completely claimed by them was overwhelming, and for a moment, Y/n couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was lost in the haze of pleasure, their sweat cooling on his skin, their weight pressing him into the mattress.

Behind them, Jisung let out a hoarse cry as he felt his release, his hips thrusting one final time before collapsing forward, panting heavily against Chris's back. The weight of their bodies pressed Y/n into the mattress, and he reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly used and claimed. He could feel the warmth of their sweat mingling together, the roughness of their skin against his own, the rhythmic movement of their breath as they struggled to catch their breath.

Chris's arms wrapped tightly around Y/n, holding him close as their hearts raced in unison. The afterglow of their shared passion filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Y/n closed his eyes, reveling in the intimacy of the moment, the connection he felt to both of them. He could feel the dampness between his legs, the evidence of their passion still pulsing within him.

Jisung slowly withdrew from Chris's body, his cock slipping free with a wet, sloppy sound. He leaned over, kissing Chris's neck, his lips lingering there for a moment before trailing down to his chest. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this forever."

Y/n turned his head, pressing a kiss to Jisung's lips. "Me too," he whispered, before glancing back at Chris. "And you know we could. We could stay like this all night."

Chris smiled, his eyes drifting closed as he felt the weight of their combined exhaustion settling over him. "I don't know if I could move right now," he murmured, arching his back slightly as Y/n's hand traced lazy circles over his chest.

Y/n smiled, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to Chris's lips. "Well, we're all here together, so we've got plenty of time to rest," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We can just lie here and enjoy each other's company for a while."

[nyxiswrites1200]

𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 💌

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Oral sex, Female parts, Committed Relationship, Fluff & Smut, Domestic life

Mentions: Baking with Leon

An: Omg I hope y'all like this. Sorry it's been so long :( I've got more stuff coming, I swear.

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Doing anything domestic with Leon was always a fun experience. He wasn't used to the simplicity of life. He was so used to the stress and weight of being a soldier. So, when he gets to be at home with you it's a huge relief. He gets to feel safe and simple.

You can't help but laugh a little at watching Leon try to crack an egg. It's the third time he's done it too rough, the first time it was too gentle.

"Lee, do you want me to show you?" you inquire and he sighs in defeat "I can kill things six times my size but can't bake cookies" he leans against the counter, you swear he's almost pouting.

"Awe, it's okay" you reassure as you lean in to kiss his cheek. Leon gives you a half smile as he stands behind you, watching you crack the egg with ease. You finish adding all the ingredients to the bowl and then hand the spoon to Leon.

"Now, you can truly put those huge biceps to work and stir that for me" you tease with a chuckle as you walk over to the oven. Leon smirks as he more than happily stirs up the cookie mix for you. You know he's just more than happy to help you.

You grab a pan from the cabinet before walking back over and setting it down on the counter. You place some parchment paper down and signal for Leon to give you the bowl.

"Okay, so now we have to separate the dough into little balls so it can bake." You explain to Leon as he nods in response. He watches you do it and then attempts it himself. You smile as he does it with ease just like you. "That's good! Good job" you praised as you smiled. Leon seemed proud of himself, another thing you noticed about him. He loved when you praised him, even if he didn't actually say it.

Leon was a huge puppy. The poor man had been through so much and yet he found his safe place in you. Allowing himself to let than inner sweet rookie type he was when he was in his early twenties.

You slip the pan into the oven and groan as you look at the dishes in the sink. Leon chuckled as he hugged you from behind "I'll do them, don't worry about it baby" he kissed along the back of your neck.

"Leeee~ Stop" you tease with a chuckle as you lean back into his chest. "Maybe we should spend this time doing something else with each other." He teased as his hands came to rest on your hips.

You felt yourself grow excited at the idea he was proposing.

Leon wasted no time, he propped you up on the counter. In a fit of love sick chuckles and kisses he tugged off your panties. He didn't hesitate to press his tongue against your folds, his nose bumping into your clit.

"I have my favorite sweet treat right here" he teased and you smiled as you tug at his hair "Shut up" you chuckle playfully.

Leon smirks as he sucks at your clit, drawing a moan from you.

His masculine and strong hands gripping at your thighs as his tongue works on your needy pussy. He moans into you, sending a sinfully sweet feeling through you.

Your hand tugs at his hair as you keep a firm grip on him, just how he likes it. "Leon~" you moan out into the kitchen as he slips his tongue past your folds and laps at you.

Between his skilled tongue and when he'd peer up at you with those pretty blue eyes, it had you toppling over the edge within minutes.

Leon didn't hesitate to lick up any of your cum as he pulled away with a content smirk. You pant as you watch him fix your panties for you and lean in to kiss you on the cheek.

"Guess I'll clean the countertops too when I wash the dishes" he teases and you can't help but laugh "You should be cleaning them anyway".

"Yeah yeah" he says with an amused tone. You smile as you take his hand while he helps you off the counter.

Leon was a lot of things, but you knew him in a way nobody else really did. At the end of the day, it's not about how many things he's killed for you. It's about him coming home to you, and he fights for that reason alone.

[dreamofdawn]

can you do xsoleil boys with fem! streamer reader that are in a secret relationship and they accidentally revel their relationship on stream?

✧✧You ask and you shall receive ✧✧

Main pairing: (male)Xsoleil x Reader/You

Au: none

Genre: fluff

Type: [HEADCANONS], One shot, or Series

Characters: Ver Vermillion, Hex Haywire, Doppio Dropscythe, Reader.

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Xsoleil boys with Streamer!reader accidentally revealing their relationship on stream.

✧VER VERMILLION✧

Now you and Ver were dating for about 7 1/2 months now, you were a streamer like ver! You were also working in NIJISANJI EN with your own group as well.

You and Ver kept your relationship a secret in the internet quite afraid for the backlash you'd get, but your friends and co-workers do know about it and supported you both.

Ver is currently streaming while you were making snacks for the both of you, you didn't have any stream today so you were finishing some work today.

Ver and you were 95% careful most of the time, you do make slipups but everybody makes mistakes right? But seems like this one might be the mistake you both are trying to avoid:

You finished making the snack for you and Ver, now you were currently walking to the room.

You knocked on the door to signal to him that you were outside, waiting for him to mute before opening the door.

Unknown to you he didn't hear you knock so he didn't get the chance to mute-

"hey dear! I have your snacks-"

Ver turned around to you with a sheepish look at his face, sweat dropping as he pointed at the monitor. You looked at it and you swore your heart dropped as you read the chats.

You put the tray on a table before putting your hands on your face to cover it embarrassed. Ver excused himself before muting then looked at you.

"hey hey, look it alright look." Ver said bring you closer to him, rubbing your back trying to reassure you that it was alright.

You remove you hands from your face before slowly looking at the monitor and looked at the chats.

'EYO!'

'WAS THAT Y/N-SAN'S VOICE?!'

'OMG VER AND Y/N ARE DATING????'

'WAHH CONGRATULATIONS!!!'

You smiled at the sweet chats they sent before looking at ver, he smiled and put a hand on your face before giving you a peck on the cheek.

"see I told you? Everything will be alright."

"Yeah your right Ver."

✧HEX HAYWIRE✧

Now, you and Hex weren't exactly hiding your relationship nor really loud with it. You and him were about to celebrate your 1 year anniversary after you finished streaming.

Hex was going through his phone while waiting for you to get finished with your stream. Few minutes later he decided to go to your stream to see what you were up to.

Meanwhile you and Kotoka were chatting about some things (they already knew about your relationship). Before Kotoka questioned about something that would shock your fandom:

"Oh! Oh! Also you and Hex were going to celebrate your 1 year anniversary right?"

"Oh thanks reminding me Koto, but yes we are after I finished the stream. We are actually going to the cafe where we had our first date!" You said while drinking the drink Hex gave you.

"Ohhh hope you two had a fine night then!....huh wait Y/n did you and Hex not tell your chats about your relationship?" Kotoka ask as she saw the way just blow up with dozens of questions.

"wait what? I could have sworn we told them." You said as you looked at you chat seeing alot of questions.

'WAUT?!?'

'HEX AND Y/N 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY???'

'WAIT SINCE WHEN??-'

'HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!'

You only smiled awkwardly as you read all the chats they are sending, before you caught Hex's question in the chat.

'Darling did we not announce it already?'

"heh I guess not Hex, but here you go chat at least you all know now!"

They were quite glad they know now.

✧DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE✧

You and Doppio were quite close (because y'all are dating ofc but they don't know that) ever since you debuted he wanted to already Collab with you! (A sweet boyfriend really)

Both your fandoms knew you were very close having a lot of collab and the cute interactions you guys do. Now some are having some suspicious that you two may seem more then 'friends'.

Now you were streaming while Doppio was running out an errand. You were playing some games which was horror (bad idea if you get scared easily but it's for content I suppose), you were trying to finish the level when a jumpscare suddenly happened and you screamed very very load and just as if it was que Doppio was done with his errand and heard.

He ran to your room-:

"BABE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT??!" Doppio shouted as he looked at you worried.

"Ah Doppio sorry for screaming. I was doing a horror." You said looking at him while rubbing your nape.

" 'phew' I thought something happened -" he said but then looked at your monitor seeing that yo were actually streaming. You noticed him staring at your monitor so you looked before also remembering you were actually streaming..

"oh-"

'DOPPIO?!'

'DID HE JUST CALL Y/N BABE??'

'SOMEONE CLIP THAT!'

'WAIT ARE THEY DATING??!'

Well looks like they now know. You and Doppio then explained your 8 month relationship to your chat.

You two managed to trend in Twitter for almost two weeks-

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A/n: Heyo! done with this one! Hope you enjoy it! (Sorry for any grammar mistakes and if it's short)

[dottores]

HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, reader gets a bit hurt in this chapter but only briefly.

notes: y'all we are officially 50k words in omg what a milestone. we are almost there--they are going to meet soon... but technically.... well you'll see. there are THREE special cameos in this chapter

A WARM WELCOME

“Now is not the time, doctor.”

Pantalone didn’t even raise his head to look at Dottore as he scribbled away at whatever parchment he was writing on. Dottore pressed his lips together, eyes cold beneath his mask as he watched Pantalone, unmoving. The windows of his office creaked against the winds outside, fireplace crackling to keep the room warm but other than that, silence rang loudly between the two of them.

Finally, when Dottore made no move to leave, Pantalone looked up. “What is it? I have a week to prepare for the induction of the Eleventh. I don’t have time for petty complaints.”

Dottore should be insulted, he could feel his irritation rising at the man’s comment but he forced himself to push it away. He had more important things to deal with, notably, his soulmate and as much as he hated to admit it, Pantalone’s resources were necessary if he wanted to find her before someone else did… before she got herself and by extension, him, hurt.

“You offered me resources a few years ago,” Dottore finally said, watching Pantalone carefully for a reaction. “I would like them now.”

The Regrator was a sharp man. Dottore did not have to go into detail for purple eyes to flicker down to his thumb, where the red thread connected him to his soulmate. He watched as Pantalone’s brows furrowed, as he tried to figure out why the sudden change after years of Dottore denying her very existence to him. 

“You have terrible timing, doctor,” Pantalone murmured, pushing the parchments aside as he leaned back in his seat to look up at Dottore. “My resources have been all but expended between the upcoming event and trying to track down that menace to the east who has been slaughtering our underlings.

Dottore’s lips twisted. “It is not my timing that is terrible,” he said coolly, Pantalone raised his eyebrows and Dottore exhaled. “It’s hers. I believe she is here. In Snezhnaya.”

Pantalone exhaled, turning his head to the side to look out the window. “That’s not good,” he murmured. 

“I know that,” Dottore said shortly.

“Why not send one of your segments?” Pantalone asked after a moment, pen tapping against the wood of his desk in an unsteady manner that had Dottore’s eye twitching in annoyance.

“They’re busy,” Dottore answered tensely. 

A lie. Both Epsilon and Rho were back in Snezhnaya City with nothing to do until Dottore decided what research he wanted them to continue on after finishing a round of successful experiments in Archon residue down in southern Liyue. Dottore just didn’t want to send them after her. 

Epsilon was Epsilon. He could not trust that the segment wouldn’t do something foolish driven by the emotions that the rest of them did not have or were not capable of understanding. He was the one that Dottore worried about the most ever since the thread appeared, fearing that he would do something that would irreparably strengthen the bond… like forcing Dottore to meet her because he thought it would be best for them.

And Rho had been the one most vocal about at least letting the kids meet her and if the kids met her, he knew it would inevitably lead to Dottore meeting her and that was the last thing he wanted. 

He had a feeling that Pantalone could read right through the excuse if the unimpressed look on his face had anything to say about it but Dottore did not waver, raising his chin and staring down at where the man was sitting. 

“Unfortunately, I don’t have the resources to look for her right now,” Pantalone finally said, shaking his head and scooching his chair back to ruffle through one of the drawers of his desk. “If you can send one of your segments to take out the threat in the east, I might be able to conjure some up and have them keep an eye out but right now my hands are tied.”

“Fine,” Dottore said sharply. “Give me the information you’ve gathered. I’ll send a segment to track him down and kill him.”

Pantalone raised his eyebrows again, this time not even bothering to ask the question that Dottore knew was dancing through his mind: I thought your segments were busy, he could hear the mocking words just through the man’s expression. 

Instead, Pantalone just slid a thick folder across the desk to give to Dottore. He snatched it and tucked it under his arm, intent on passing it off to Rho before he returned to his labs, waiting for Pantalone to confirm that he would look for her.

“We don’t want him dead. We want him captured,” Pantalone warned. “Pierro wants information from him… then I’ll convince him to pass him off to you. Another test subject, you’re welcome.”

Dottore only smiled thinly. “And the girl?” he pressed.

“I’ll do what I can,” Pantalone said. “What do you know about where she is? Western or Eastern Snezhnaya? The border? I need to be able to narrow down the search, I can’t send men all across Snezhnaya with the upcoming event. I need them in the city to prepare for the arrivals of the aristocrats.” 

“I know that she is in Snezhnaya,” Dottore told him. Maybe he would know more if he would swallow his pride and reach out to her, but that simply was not an option. 

Pantalone stared at him, irritation thinly veiled behind his purple eyes. “You do not like making things easy, do you?” the corners of Pantalone’s eyes crinkled in annoyance at Dottore’s words before he finally sighed, shaking his head. 

“I’ll see what I can do,” he finally repeated, “but with nothing to go on, I can make no promises that I’ll find her before someone else does… so, for all of our sakes, I suggest you try to narrow that down.”

It was cold. 

You knew that was something you should have expected and you thought you prepared adequately for it but now, you thought that no amount of preparation could have made you ready to face this. As soon as you had crossed over into Snezhnaya, the temperature had plummeted, the sheer cold was beyond anything you had ever felt before--cold enough to crack the stones of the buildings in the small villages littered throughout the countryside, cold enough to freeze you from the inside out.

Traveling during the night simply wasn’t feasible, as soon as the sun crossed the horizon, the already bone-chilling temperatures plunged further. You had been lucky the first night when you were traveling down the main road deeper into the northlands--you had bumped into an older man traveling back to his home from the one of the villages, he had ushered you back to his place and he and his wife had looked after you, warning you that you wouldn’t live through the night without shelter in Snezhnaya.

Since then, it’d been a game of survival. The deeper you got into Snezhnaya, the more winding and confusing the roads became, the harder it became to track down villages to find inns to stay at and the more nervous it made you about finding shelter for the night. You thought that Snezhnaya was a trap laid out for foreigners, only those who were born and raised there knew how to navigate the lands without meeting an untimely end. 

The tundra of the east appeared endless, a daunting venture you dared not make, and the forests of the west were dark and maze-like with dangerous creatures prowling about and the threat of getting lost and not making it to an inn before night fell was high… but the forest was the only way through to the mountain range south of the Snezhnayan capital city. If you wanted to get to the heart of the Fatui, you would have to trek through the forest and pray you stumbled upon one of the villages before the sunset. 

You exhaled, leaning back in your seat at the bar of the inn you were staying at as you swirled your empty glass between your fingers. You had reached the end of the main road, the only way further into Snezhnaya was through the forest now but the thought of entering it made you anxious. A part of you thought you might be better off heading back home. 

“Another?” the bartender questioned as he walked by you but you only shook your head, thanking him quietly as you remained lost in your own thoughts. 

You couldn’t turn back. Not now, not yet. You had promised yourself and your father that you wouldn’t return home until you had ample evidence to bring this to court… unless you died trying to get it.

Your grandfather didn’t want you going north. He thought that no amount of evidence would be worth you risking your life for but you disagreed. You didn’t think there was any world in which you’d be able to live with yourself knowing you didn’t even try. 

From the corner of your eye, you noticed that he was looking at you again--the man sitting at a table in the corner of the room. You couldn’t see his face, there was a hood masking it from view but you could feel his eyes on you, he’d been watching you for nearly thirty minutes now. A part of you wanted to confront him, grab your stuff and head over to his table and demand to know why he kept staring at you but… the more logical part of you knew you shouldn’t. You didn’t know why he was staring at you and all of the worst possibilities were running through your head:

Does he know what you’re here for?

Is he Fatui?

Is he planning on attacking you?

Your vision vibrated from where it was hidden beneath your cloak, warning you to prepare for a battle but you were not the battle type. You had never learned how to wield your vision in a combat manner and you didn’t know if he had a vision or not, you only knew that he had a large claymore set down on the seat next to him and all you had was a small blade that couldn’t even be called a sword. You had only learned to use your vision in the way your father and grandfather taught you when you were younger and it was not something you enjoyed doing to people. 

Finally, you forced yourself to stand up. Your gaze caught the window on the far end of the room as you rose to your feet--it was dark already, night had fallen and the hazard of the cold had become even more real. 

With a sharp inhale, you turned on your heel to make your way over to the table the man was sitting at. You watched as his head turned to follow you as you approached him and you watched as his body tensed, gloved fingers gripping the edge of the table tight as you slid onto the bench across from him.

“Is there a reason you keep staring at me?” you finally asked. You leaned back against the wall that the bench was placed against, feigning ease, but your legs were tense, ready to move at the first sign of an attack.

“You’re not from here,” the man said after a moment of silence, you caught a glimpse of red beneath the hood he wore. His accent was foreign--unlike the Snezhnayan dialect you’d become used to throughout your travels. 

“Neither are you,” you retorted. He shifted back in his seat, the lighting of the inn revealing equally red hair hanging in his eyes, cold and empty with something dark thinly veiled behind them that made your skin crawl--eyes that had witnessed massacre, eyes that promised vengeance. Vengeance for what? You didn’t know. You weren’t sure you wanted to know, you knew it would lead to nothing good. 

You suddenly felt as if you had made a mistake. 

“There aren’t many foreigners this deep in Snezhnaya,” he noted cooly. “Just merchants… are you a merchant?”

Somehow, you felt as if ‘yes’ was the wrong answer. 

He was accusing you of something, you could feel it in your bones but you didn’t know what he was accusing you of. Being a spy? Was he Fatui? 

“I’m not a merchant,” you said, taking in a small puff of air when you caught the blood smeared across the man’s chin and neck as the hanging lights in the middle of the tavern swayed a bit. His lips pressed together subtly at your words and your vision was becoming even more erratic--danger, danger, danger, it warned you.

Somehow, you knew now that ‘no’ had been the wrong answer too. 

“It’s hard traveling through Snezhnaya without knowing what paths to take, you can get lost easily… all of the paths on the old maps have been snowed out,” he responded. “How’d you make do?” 

“An older couple living off the main road pointed me in the right direction,” you told him. “How about you? Are you a merchant?”

You knew he wasn’t. No merchant traveled with blood staining their faces and a weapon the size of the average person. He had no goods that he had arrived with, he’d shown up at the inn a little after you had with only his sword in tow and his eyes were unfriendly and glacial, unlike the faux charisma that painted the expressions of merchants as they tried to get you to buy their products.

The man stared at you for a moment and then he said, “No,” with no further explanation.

The Fatui usually traveled in groups or as pairs. He had a foreign accent. He wore no mask or sigil that affiliated him with the organization as they usually did. Who the hell was he?

And then you remembered the hushed whispers of the elderly couple you had stayed with--warning you that the Fatui had become more active in their area because of a belligerent wreaking havoc throughout central Snezhnaya who had been spotted at a nearby inn. They told you to take care because they didn’t think that the Fatui would take kindly to any outsider in the area so long as the hostile remained terrorizing their strongholds but…

Was this…?

You watched him carefully, trying to figure it out without having to ask. You were several miles from where you had been staying with them now and it had been two and a half days. Traveling through Snezhnaya was slow and arduous, the wind fought you with every step and half of the time you were dragging yourself through snow that reached your knees. 

If this was him, then maybe… 

You didn’t even have a chance to finish the thought, head snapping to the side as the door to the inn slammed open and cold air rushed through the tavern at the entrance, blowing out half of the candles keeping the room lit up. Your stomach churned uncomfortably and from the corner of your eye, you watched as the man you were sitting with reached for his weapon. 

Who the hell was traveling in the dead of night?

Your throat felt tight as you watched another hooded figure step into the inn. You couldn’t make out his features in the dim lighting, you couldn’t even tell if he was armed or not but there was an odd vial that glowed blue even in the dark hanging from his right ear.

The bartender had paused in making a drink for one of the other patrons of the tavern, a wary look visible on his face that you caught as the chandelier swung dangerously beneath a harsh wind. You let out a shaky breath, the cold from outside was already creeping beneath your cloak and freezing your skin. You wondered why no one was shouting at him to close the damn door like they did to other people who arrived until the bartender finally spoke up, voice shaky: 

“Lord Harbinger,” he breathed out. “How can I-”

The man’s head turned in your direction--no, you realized, not your direction, his--and that was the only warning you got before the world around you exploded. 

The entire right side of his body felt like it was on fire. Dottore let out a spew of curses as his hand spasm and he dropped the vial he had been studying right to the ground, watching as the glass shattered and the silvery liquid splattered all over the floor, dissolving the tiles and eating through the ground.

Dottore exhaled, briefly shutting his eyes before looking down at the mess on the floor. His lips twisted in annoyance as he realized he was going to have to restart what he had been testing but the annoyance very quickly faded, instead shifting into confusion as the pain persisted. His gaze drew over to his arm--nothing was wrong with it on the surface level but it was a blinding type of pain that had him gritting his teeth, like a jagged blade was tearing through his bicep.

It was…

He hadn’t felt anything from her in nearly two weeks. No anxiety, no fear, no anger or sadness and certainly not any pain. He stared down at his arm, where the pain was coming from, and not for the first time since the accursed thread showed up, Dottore had no idea what to do. He thought that he should reach out to her, figure out what was going on and get a general idea of where she was so he could send one of his segments to find her. The pain was more than anything he had ever experienced through her and he wasn’t sure if it was just because she had a low pain tolerance and he was feeling what she was, or if it was because the pain was actually that bad. 

Neither boded well for her. 

But if he reached out to her, if she was fighting someone, it could distract her. 

Dottore’s teeth grit together. He didn’t know what would happen to him or the segments if she died. He didn’t know how it would affect them. Logically, he thought it shouldn’t affect them at all. They hadn’t met her yet and if the bond worked anything like how they believed it did, it shouldn’t take effect until after they met, which wasn’t going to happen… but after two weeks of silence, Dottore was unsure. Every day that passed, an odd, unfamiliar feeling expanded through his chest. He didn’t know how to describe it besides overwhelming and unwelcome but he knew it was because of her silence and the lack of communication through the bond. It caused an emptiness that made him question everything they had learned about the bond. 

And if mere silence could cause that, he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk knowing what her death would cause.

Are you okay? 

He asked it before he could decide against it, taking a seat back down at the lab table he had been working at as he waited for a response. Each second felt like an eternity, he could hear the silver liquid still eating through the ground below, sizzling and cracking as the floor dissolved wherever it touched the substance. 

He wondered if she would just ignore him like he did to her for years on end.

But then, his forearm stung--a familiar feeling that he hadn’t experienced in two weeks now. He hated how that empty feeling he hadn’t been able to get rid of since he had pushed her away immediately disappeared. It made him feel weak… as if he had no control over his own emotions like a puppet on a string being commanded by a stranger. He glanced down at his arm, red eyes flying over the words that had appeared.

Does it feel like I’m okay?

At once, he rolled his eyes, regretting reaching out to her. He rose to his feet again, pacing across the room to get the tools he needed to clean the mess of his mistake but before he even got halfway there, the pain tripled and a creeping fear began to spread through his chest. He grimaced as he leaned on a nearby counter, trying to regain control over himself but he found that he couldn’t--her fear and pain was simply too intense.

What happened? 

He slid down against the counter he was leaning on until he was sat on the floor. He watched the silvery liquid from the corner of his eye, watching as it ate through the ground closer and closer to him as he waited for a response from her. He despised how he couldn’t compartmentalize her feelings. He had learned how to separate them from his and the other segments but he had never figured out how to store them away and convert them into something that was easier for him to process. 

Attacked. 

Dottore felt cold. His gaze drew over to the window on the opposite wall of his lab--it was dark out, the sun had long set and the wind was harsh. He wondered if the coldness was a result of the damning realization that she was in trouble or if it was because she was outside. Either way, Dottore needed to act--if she was still being attacked, he had to get one of the segments there and if she was stuck in the cold running after being attacked, she would die to nature.

Dottore tried to push away the rising anger--the fury that never failed to appear whenever he was put into an impossible situation because of this bond, whenever he felt like the gods were looking down at him and laughing as he played right into their sick games. 

Who attacked you? Where are you?

He shot out questions to her at a rapid speed, the pain was getting worse on his end. He could feel a light-headedness and a fuzzy feeling beginning to seep through his body and mind. She had to be losing blood and too much of it. If she passed out, that would be the end. She’d be killed by the attacker or she’d be killed by the cold, there was no other fate that awaited her. 

Don’t know. An inn at -------

Dottore stared at the indecipherable words branded onto his forearm--he wasn’t sure if they were scribbles or an ancient language that he just couldn’t understand, another way for the gods to laugh at him by dangling the answer wants right in front of his face but making it so that he couldn’t understand it. 

What do you mean you don’t know? Figure it out.

Dottore wondered if she could sense his irritation at her response. He didn’t really care if she could, maybe it would make her think harder. 

Fatui, finally scrawled itself on his forearm and Dottore thought he might want to throw something because he had called it the moment that he had realized she might be coming north, he knew that between her being a foreigner and their subordinates being anxious over the masked hostile running through their camps that something would happen. They called him Lord Harbinger. 

Dottore stared at the words trying to piece together what was going on. Lord Harbinger? Pulcinella and Pantalone were rarely, if ever, sent on missions that would end in combat. As far as he was aware, Brighella was at Zapolyarny Palace working with Pierro on something. Capitano was traveling north from Natlan for the initiation of the new Harbinger in a few days, he’d be on a boat traveling the western sea. Scaramouche? It could-

He had a blue earring, it was bright.

A blue earring, he was acutely aware of the one hanging from his own ear, mind racing as he tried to remember where each of the segments were. Lambda and Theta were in Sumeru. Zeta was in Mondstadt. Delta and Iota were on the Fontaine border. Gamma, Epsilon and Kappa were all hanging around his labs. 

Rho, it dawned on Dottore suddenly. He had sent the segment south to track down the belligerent because their subordinates had proved incapable. He had mentioned that he was closing in on the man. Had she gotten caught in the crossfire? Was she traveling with him? 

No, that wasn’t possible. All reports had claimed that the hostile was traveling alone.

Rho, Dottore spit out, reopening the connection with the segment, intent on having him find the girl and drag her back across the border into Fontaine. Where are you?

Not now, Rho responded, voice cold and angry. It took a lot to anger Rho, he had tight control over his temper unlike the Theta and Delta segments. Dottore could feel something stinging his cheek, a cut--he wondered if the hostile had actually managed to land a blow on him, no matter how small. It would explain why he was so angry. 

Get back to where you came from. Now.

Now? Rho demanded, livid. I’m on him. 

She was there. At the inn. The reaction was instantaneous as Rho’s resolve wavered. If she dies because of you, you won’t even get the relief of deactivation.

Dottore rose to his feet again once he was certain that Rho had turned back, pacing across the length of his lab, careful to step over the melted ground where the substance had fallen. 

Once he found her, this would all be over. He’d have Rho bring her back to Fontaine whether she liked it or not, and once he knew where she lived, he’d make sure to send one of the other segments to keep an eye on her so something like this would never happen again.

Finally, he would have some semblance of control over the bond for the first time since it appeared. He’d no longer be hanging onto her whims, he’d no longer have to stress about her getting herself hurt or killed and how it would affect him, he’d no longer be bound to this mess and he’d never have to worry about accidentally running into her because the segment would keep her confined to the city and he would stay far from it.

He’d send the Zeta segment. He couldn’t send Theta because he didn’t trust him not to do something rash. He couldn’t send Delta, Rho or Epsilon because the younger segments were attached to them at the hip and they would press to meet her. Lambda was an option if he could ensure that the segment wouldn’t try to ‘handle her’ as he threatened to already. 

Relief began to inch its way through him—too soon.

He had jinxed himself.

She’s not here, he heard Rho tell him. I don’t know-

Dottore closed the connection, biting back vile curses as he pressed his fingers to the bridge of the nose and tried to think. 

Where could she have gone? It had only been a few minutes. She was hurt. She couldn’t have gotten far. 

Where are you? He finally decided to ask her and he waited, and waited, and waited for a response but was only met with the empty silence he had become accustomed to the past two weeks. 

“Where am I?” 

Your eyes followed the cloaked figure carefully, trying to keep your breath steady as the pain coursing through your arm gradually subsided. Your gaze flickered to the side, watching as the red, bubbling skin of your right arm began to smooth and clear beneath whatever substance that had been smeared over the burns. 

“What is this stuff?”

You had a lot of experience with using elemental energy to heal wounds. Fontaine City had some of the best medics throughout Teyvat--Wriothesley’s family’s special trait could call upon hydro energy to heal even the most fatal and grievous of wounds. He had never been able to wield it the way his family wanted him to but his grandfather was the best of the best, he had helped you when you had broken your arm and leg ten years ago after falling down the steps of the clocktower when exploring with Wrio.

This was not elemental energy. It was odd and cool, like gelatin, but it worked as fast as any medic--in no time, the pain was gone and the burns had vanished, leaving the skin of your arm unblemished again.

“Old magics,” the person responded. Their voice was low, androgynous. You couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman.

“Why did you help me?” you asked. “Who are you?”

You didn’t know where you were now--it was a dark room, a stone building with a fireplace on the opposite wall. The last you remembered, you had been in the snow. You had started to lose consciousness, the cold and the pain too much for your body to bear. You could barely even remember what had happened: you could picture the hooded man who you had been sitting with brandishing his claymore and the man that they had called Lord Harbinger meeting him blade for blade, pale fire coating his weapon and eating away at the wood of the inn, burning through your cloak down to the skin. You could hear the screams of the other patrons of the inn as they got caught in the crossfire of the battle between the two men. 

And then you were here, in this room… with this person. 

“Who are you?” you demanded, more insistently this time when you didn’t get a response.

Finally, a reaction from them. The flames flickered across their face as they turned to face you and finally, you got a glimpse beneath the hood… but it was not a human face that stared back at you. It was a mask, dark with a spade-like pattern around the eyes, a smile painted onto the plastic. 

“No one,” they replied, “just a trouper.”

What? You thought to yourself, confused. Your nose wrinkled and your brows furrowed as you mulled over the word. A trouper? Like the entertainers at the Grand Theater? 

“Why did you help me?” you tried again, raising your chin to meet the two voids in the eyeholes of the mask. They hadn’t tried to bind you or restrict your movement, they hadn’t even taken your weapon--just a bit of concentration and you could put yourself in control of the situation. 

They tilted their head to the side, you couldn’t see their eyes or expression but you knew they were smiling, “Is that how you treat someone who saved you?”

You hadn’t even moved, you stared at them, unmoving, forcing your body to relax. How had they known what you were thinking? You weren’t a person that was easy to read--if you were, you would’ve been put on trial for treason a long time ago. 

“Why did you save me?” you asked slowly, not letting them get out of answering the question. 

“Because I want to help you.” 

Yet again, they evaded the question. Your lips twisted in frustration, “Why?”

“Because I think we can help each other.”

There it was, you recognized, taking in a sharp breath. They wanted something from you. The air around you suddenly felt cold, as if the fire across the room had been snuffed out even though it was still burning bright. They were eerily still, almost like a statue as they watched you, waiting for a reaction. 

“Why do you think that?” you asked carefully.

“Do you really think you can infiltrate the Fatui on your own?”

You were on your feet in an instant, reaching for the blade sheathed at your side but your eyes widened when you realized it wasn’t there. You only had half of a second to react before you found yourself backed up against the wall, a forearm pressed to your throat and the tip of your own blade pressed to your side, threatening to puncture the skin.

It had just been on you. How did they get it?

“Well?”

Well what? You wanted to scream, mind panicked and racing as you tried to force yourself to calm down and think but it was hard to concentrate with your air being half-restricted and a blade pressed to your ribcage. 

They wanted you to answer their question, you realized, about infiltrating the Fatui.

“Yes,” you said but you weren’t even sure you believed it yourself. You kept telling yourself that you would figure out a plan once you got to the city and had a scope of the area and more information available to you but you had a feeling that nothing would change even once there. Zapolyarny Palace would be impenetrable. 

“How?” they murmured, not letting up on you. You wanted to turn your face away, unnerved by the proximity of the mask, but you thought that would show you as weak and you couldn’t afford to show weakness, not right now. “Do you plan to storm the palace? Face the Harbingers and demand retribution for your father? Do you think you will fly under the radar of the Knave’s webs of spiders? That you can simply walk past the automatons of the Marionette prowling the streets of the capital city? You will find yourself a victim of the Doctor’s twisted experiments or the Friar’s sick games before you even hope to find the evidence you seek.” 

You couldn’t mask your expression, not after hearing that. You stared at them, lips parting as if to speak but no words left them. You felt like a fish out of water--for the first time in a long time, you were fumbling for words, your tongue felt twisted and heavy.

How were you going to do it? The question laid atop you like a crown of thorns, tearing through your skin and scarring your face. You didn’t know. You didn’t know how you were going to do it. You used not being in the city as an excuse, convinced yourself that it was the only reason you haven’t thought up a plan yet but the truth was branded right on your face as you stared at the masked person: you simply didn’t know.

“I can help you,” they whispered, leaning in impossibly closer. “I can give you your in, the chance you need to find the proof.”

“How do you know all of this?” you finally asked and you hated how your voice cracked over your words but you were scared because if this person knew all of this then it could spell your end, just like that. All they had to do was send word to the Fatui and you’d have hell bearing down on your doors.

And if they knew about this…

“I know a lot,” they said cryptically. “Would you like me to help you?”

… did they know about your soulmate?

You let out another shaky breath, staring ahead. You didn’t know what to do. If you didn’t accept their help, would they sell you out to the Fatui? Or would they laugh and watch as you fumbled your way through Snezhnayan courts and fail to acquire what you had traveled all this way for? You could feel the pain ricocheting through your head, you could barely even think straight, much less come up with an answer. 

If you did accept, you finally forced your head back on track, what did they want in return? That was what you needed to know.

“What would you want in return?”

“We don’t know yet,” they said quietly but their tone was not hesitant--if anything, it was amused. Finally, they released you, taking a step back to watch you. The eyes staring down at you were empty, like looking into an abyss.

A dangerous, dangerous gamble. It gave them too much power.

“No, I want to know what you want in return.”

We. You suddenly recognized how they referred to themself--we, not I, they were not working alone. You felt all the more suffocated at the realization. 

“Then I guess we have no deal,” they said with a sigh, making a move to leave the room the two of you were in. Your heart leapt to your throat. “I cannot tell you what we do not know. Take the deal as is or fail, you will not succeed without help. You have no way of getting into Zapolyarny Palace. It is impenetrable.”

You should take that as a challenge, tell them fuck off and make them watch as you succeeded. Your blood boiled at the condescending tone and it took all of your willpower to not snap at them. 

This was not the time for pride. You had to abandon all vices and virtues if you were to get the evidence to condemn your stepfather, if you were to bring justice to your father… and if this person were to offer you the chance you desperately needed… then maybe it was worth whatever price they wanted you to pay in the long run. 

Committing injustices in the name of justice, the thought rang through your head loud. Wrio would love the irony. 

“You can get me into Zapolyarny?” you finally questioned, hiding the way your hands were shaking behind you as you sealed your fate. 

They hummed in agreement, “You will be on your own once you’re in there. Take care not to anger the wrong people… or draw too much attention to yourself.”

You could do that, you told yourself. Once you got in, you needed to find a place. Weasel your way in as an attendant so you could search for the evidence you needed. 

“Okay,” you finally agreed. The air suddenly felt heavy and oppressive, you thought that if you looked up, you would see the blade of a guillotine dropping on your neck. “Okay, we have a deal.”

You didn’t have to see their face to know that they were smiling, the voids staring down at you glimmered cruelly, you swore you saw red deep within the eyeholes of the mask.

“Welcome to the game, spadille.”

rbs appreciated!!

[moodywyrm]

Would you be able to do Ellie with an oral fixation? Like she’s a lil puppy who shows her love by nibbling and biting and having her mouth on you in all ways possible :(

I can absolutely do that omg you're right!

loser college barista Ellie,,, chews on pens during her shift, is always chewing on her lips, bites at her straw so much that her coworkers got her a reusable silicone straw to stop her from gnawing up straws every day.

loser college barista Ellie, who doesn't notice that you watch her when she's chewing away on something because it's so fucking cute. you pointed it out early on in your relationship (after nearly three months of pining) and she got so blushy! so embarrassed!

because Ellie knows the other ways her oral fixation manifests. she'd shown you the way she nibbles on your shoulder when y'all are watching movies, or how she leaves you all marked up when you straddle her lap and kiss her silly. or how she'll gnaw at your bicep, your forearm, your tummy. she's a biter! a nibbler! baby loves to Chew!

but you two hadn't had sex yet, so you didn't know just how ravenous she could be when it came to giving head. by god did you fucking learn.

The first time she went down on you was during finals season. How she held out that long you will never know, but she saw how stressed you were and put the idea out there that hey maybe I can help you out?

she was 100% panicking about it because sure, y'all had made out before with some heavy. heavy. petting. but never any direct contact, so she was fucking terrified. but when you agreed, needing the stress relief and also desperately needing Ellie, baby was ecstatic.

After you had taken off all your shorts and panties, leaving you in nothing but one of your sleep shirts, Ellie laid you down and positioned herself between your legs. She pushed your legs open by your knees, rough hands rubbing soothing circles as she knelt down, nuzzling her cheek against the soft fat of your thighs.

Ellie tried to be composed, she really did. But when she finally looked at you, at your needy cunt spread open for her, dripping for her, she fucking broke. Ellie pressed a kiss to your needy clit before diving in, licking at every inch of your cunt.

She was messy with it, coating your inner thighs and her cheeks, eating you out with no reservations. Ellie kept moaning into your cunt, making you leak into her waiting mouth. She licked up every drop of slick she could get, her nose bumping against your clit as she licked at your entrance.

Ellie made you finish three times, stopping only when you pushed her head away from your sensitive pussy. She her face was soaked, covered in your cum and her cheeks flushed red as she finally came back to her senses. She let you catch your breath, but it prompted a very in depth conversation about sexual preferences and Ellie's unsurprising oral fixation.

And it's not only with literal oral! I already established she loves giving hickies but you know what she also loves? Boobs.

Sucks and nips and bites at your nipples, covers your tits in hickies, is overall a general titty menace. Pretty much every time y'all have sex, it ends with you having sore nipples and needing her to rub lotion on them

Also loves biting up your thighs! your tummy! your hips! your ass!

Ellie bites and kisses your calf when you're tribbing, send tweet. (this is a surprise tool) (for a later ask) (don't worry about it)

[johnnycakesb14de]

how they would be like in school ???

HOW THE GREASERS WOULD BE IN SCHOOL

DARRY

Would be very good student

Like that one popular jock that isn't annoying and is actually quite respectful

Mama raised him with manners

Would have good grades

Super sporty one of the best of his football team

Just loved school so much

Would help other people with their work

Graduate with a 3.9 GPA

SODAPOP

He dropped out but I'll give you before he did

He was a good student he payed attention but it just never clicked in for him

He has basic knowledge for the normal curricular thing

And amazing with cars and that's what he was good at

I can see him going back eventually to get his GED

But he would really try but he could just never get it

Can y'all tell I love this gif of him he's such a cutie omg

PONYBOY

Y'all he literally skipped the 8th grade he is so he is really really smart

He'd have good grades in all his classes but I can see him having MAJOR beef with math

But he's like the quiet smart kid that sits in the back of the class

And he sits with his loud ass friends while he works and they copy

He's in track also so he just overall is a good student

He would also help you or anyone with their homework if he had time too

"hey pony, I need help on this."

"Give me a second let me finish this."

Since he's in advanced classes he probably got like a 4.7 GPA

JOHNNY

Can be really smart he just need deeper explanation by the teacher

I saw someone say he got held back a year but idk if that's true

But if he did he would ALWAYS sit next to Ponyboy so he could explain it

He really is smart he just can't put it on paper

He would really love science lab experiments

You cannot tell me otherwise

Pony tells him what to do and he does it

When he graduated he is alive in my head so suck it he probably got a like a 3.2 GPA

DALLAS

He's that one kid that ALL the teachers envy because he never goes to school but he good grades

Like I feel like he'd be pretty smart he just doesn't care

"Omg Dallas, you got a 87% on your test!"

"Eye downt cayre mayn🙄"

Like if you didn't know how to do something he'd just randomly drop it

Like he'll look at your paper and just say what to do

"I just don't know what-"

"Combine the like terms"

"huh?"

"Just do it mayn!"

But don't get me wrong he is really fucking stupid, like really dumb

TWO-BIT

He's been held back like three times

So like lets be fr

I really don't have too much to say but he'd be the class clown that is actually funny

Everyone knows him and thinks he's funny

Was never a try hard

Would eventually graduate

No one knew how

Very low GPA

I don't know if he also dropped out

Because Ponyboys petty ass did not give him a personality

But hed be a pretty average student

Not great grades not bad ones just passing grades

Doesn't care about school just cars

I really don't think he'd care about a GPA or college

[fizzy-blood]

Coral again 🪸🫡

Tim / Masky nsfw headcanons PLS

Tim & Masky Headcanons🌲 [NSFW]

I ACCIDENTALLY HAD THIS POST DELETED TWICE AND I'M GOING INSANE!! Also, you're the first anon I've had that named themselves so congrats on that ^_^ also gn reader/'S/O'. Thank you so much for sending in two asks! I'll post the first one when I can <3 /p

WARNING: NSFW/18+ CONTENT [Breeding kink, spanking/hitting, orgasm denial, mentions of degrading, kinda public sex? Gun violence!!(Yay!!!/s)]

Tim

I'm gonna be honest with y'all... He's kinda vanilla.. Not that there's anything wrong with that ofc... But I know this fandom is full of freaks (ME INCLUDED)

But I do think he has some sort of breeding kink

Idk man but the idea of getting his S/O (you) knocked up just does something to him (even if that's not possible)

I feel like he would have wanted kids at some point in his life and the idea of getting you pregnant probably helps with that... Even if raising a child would be kinda impossible with his current situation...

Now... I'm gonna be honest again... He isn't super big...

It's average size so around 5 inches (12-13 cm for my fellow maple syrup drinkers... Also other non American folks)

But he's definitely got more girth than the average person!

And he's also surprisingly good in bed? Like??

He's very sweet and tries his best to be gentle (but sometimes gets a bit rougher when he's close)

If you want him to be rough or go faster he will... But he'll be asking if you're ok immediately after you both finish! (Aftercare with this man is 🤤 but more on that later)

And I did say he was very sweet so I guess I should just specify that he likes to praise you

It's very sappy for someone who's normally kinda rude to everyone but it's still a great experience!

Though he doesn't really like to shave or trim to often... But if you asked really nicely he'd probably do it a bit more often (I love hairy men 🗣️)

Masky

But Masky on the other hand? Ha! He'd spit in your face and tell you to keep quiet while he pounds into you... (... Me next... OMG WHO SAID THAT!?)

But seriously... This guy will barely talk during sex, but when he does it's almost always to degrade you or order you around

And if you don't do as he says there are two punishments

The first one only works if he had any control over you being able to finish up and cum

Aka, orgasm denial!

He'll do what he wants to do and just leave you in whatever state you're in

And if not? If he can't control you like that?

Spanking!

Now, he prefers to use his hand but will use a paddle or some sort of object if he has one nearby

But again, normally uses his hand for it

He'll force you to bend over his knees or lay across his lap so he can do it properly

He also likes making you count how many

And if you mess up? He'll start over and make you count again...

Also... Kinda unrelated but this guy loves fucking you in the middle of the woods for some reason?

Against a tree or on the ground... Doesn't really matter as long as you're outside...

And yes, a hiker did come across it once... The guy almost immediately got shot by Masky

Speaking of getting shot! He almost immediately put the guy to your head with the safety off while he was fucking you. No, he did not apologize!

Over all kind of a lot... Not bad if you're into being used like that though...

After care!!

(Masky doesn't really do aftercare so this is all Tim)

He'll lay with you for a bit before slowly getting up and stretching

After that he'll look down at you and ask if you need water or food or maybe even a bath..

If you feel like you're struggling to walk he'll try to carry around his cabin or your house (depending on where you guys were)

If you have a bath he'll sit next to the tub and talk to you, making sure you're alright and everything

And if you ask him really nicely he might even join you in there!!

After that he'll help you dry off and take you back to bed to sleep (and cuddle)

Aftercare is a 10/10 experience honestly

AHHH! FINALLY DID IT! (And I actually really liked this one) thank you again for sending in the ask and I hope you enjoyed this ^_^ and again, asks are open

-Fizz

[Also! Pill/cigarette dividers by @sister-lucifer ]