#ooo these will be fun for warm ups!!

[teapartyprincess4two]

Could you write about a random morning with Matt as his girlfriend? Sorry if I not making any sense.

Your writing is amazing!!! Have a wonderful day!!!

A Cold Sunday- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Girlfriend!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: fluff

warnings: use of y/n, slight cursing, established relationship, a lot of dialogue, very short

inspiration: request^^, A Cold Sunday by Lil Yachty, just the title mostly

summary: You and Matt spend a cold Sunday morning together, snuggling up and keeping warm.

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Every day of the week was chock full of activities for both you and Matt. Whether it be work, appointments, events, or daily chores; you two rarely had time together during the week. Even Saturdays were hectic for you both, you’d usually only get a few hours together before bed before one of you dozed off.

That’s why you loved Sundays, they were the only day neither you worked and you always made sure never to schedule anything on those days.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Matt croaks from beside you, a lazy arm wrapped around your waist from under the comforter. “Good morning, baby,” you reply, pushing his hair back and kissing his forehead.

“How did you sleep?” you ask, his eyes closing once again as the drowsiness settles back in. “Mmm good,” he hums, nuzzling into your chest slightly.

“That’s good, baby.”

You’re playing with his hair, your mind filling with ideas of what to do throughout the day. The possibilities were endless, especially because your only responsibility was to have fun with Matt.

“What do you wanna do today? We can go to the flea market, go eat some breakfast, or maybe we can try that new coffee shop,” you say in excitement, your cheery tone being too much for Matt this early in the morning.

“What about the mall? The mall could be fun. Ooo what if we have a picnic? We haven’t done that in so long,” you continue, subconsciously braiding strands of his hair as you compile a list of possible activities.

“It’s cold,” he murmurs, the statement being followed by a soft yawn.

Yawns are infectious, causing you to yawn shortly after. “Yeah, you’re right,” you reply, the yawn making it sound more like a roar.

“We can still do stuff…” he trails off, pulling away from you slightly to look at your face. You smile at him, you’re just happy to be spending time with him. “But we can stay in?” Matt suggests, loving the idea of a cozy day in.

You hum in response, already anticipating the cozy day ahead.

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“Hurry, Matt! I’m cold!” you exclaim, lifting the comforter up so he can hop back into bed. “I can’t! The hot chocolate is gonna spill!” he shouts back, panicking as he tries balancing both mugs so none of the liquid spills over.

You groan playfully, scooting to the edge of the bed and reaching for a mug, “here let me help you, you goof.” He chuckles at the nickname, carefully handing you a mug, “be careful, it’s hot.”

“I know, I’m smart.”

You sip the hot chocolate, trying to prevent it from spilling, but the scorching liquid has you pulling away immediately, “Fuck! That’s hot!”

“I just said that,” Matt chuckles, getting comfortable under the covers and pressing play on the movie you two were previously watching. “Shush, it’s good,” you murmur, going back for a second sip.

You settle back against the headboard, sipping occasionally as you watch the movie. Matt blows on his hot chocolate, afraid to burn himself like you did.

He blows on it hard enough for the liquid to spill over the cup. “Oh fuck. I spilled it,” Matt says blankly, looking at you as he tries not to laugh.

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“Why was that movie so sad?” Matt sniffles, rubbing the tears out of his eyes. You’ve seen the movie a million times before and each time Matt has the same reaction.

“Babe, you know how it ends. How does it still make you cry?” you ask, chuckling slightly at his dramatic behavior.

“Y/n, don’t be so heartless,” he replies, looking at you as if you’re some type of monster. “How does it still not make you cry?”

You take a sip from your hot chocolate, fighting the laughter. “It’s really not that sad,” you say, taking a hold of the remote to find your next watch of the day.

“YES IT IS!”

“Matt, it’s Toy Story.”

“AND? HE WAS JUST A FORK!”

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You’ve laid in bed with Matt all day, and although you haven’t waisted any energy, you’re really hungry.

“Just order pizza,” you suggest, resting your head on Matt’s shoulder as he orders the food on his phone. “I don’t want pizza though,” he replies, scrolling through DoorDash in search of the next best option.

“Chinese food?” you ask, your stomach grumbling at the suggestion. “Neh, too greasy.”

“Okay, what about Cane’s?”

“Not in the mood for chicken,” he replies, exhausting all his options.

“In N Out?”

“We had burgers last Sunday,” Matt finds an excuse to turn down all of your suggestions. “Just get whatever you want,” you mumble, becoming hangrier by the second.

He stays silent for a while, searching relentlessly for something appetizing, but he can’t find anything.

“I’m just gonna order pizza,” he finally comments.

“Bruh.”

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

Just a short story about a goofy morning with Matt. Enjoy, luv u. Longer stories coming soon, they are COOKING!

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[hotxcheeto]

I loved your double trouble fic, could you make another ellie x reader x Abby? No specific plot, go crazy w it <33

━ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader x Abby Anderson

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, SMUT, porn w/ no plot bro, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), strap on use ( r! receiving ), kissing, make outs, descriptions of c*m, oral ( r! receiving ), slight degradation, dom/sub mechanics, slightly mean ellie and abby, dom!ellie, dom!abby, sub!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ooo bae I'm sorry this took so long but it was def fun to write!!! the title is based on the brittanny spears song "3" because for some reason threesomes always make me think of that song that I should not have been singing at such a young age LMFAO. I'm glad you liked double trouble, ily!!

PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK!! ITS APPRECIATED!!

"Don't stop, please Abby–"

The room was dark besides the sun peeking in from the window, setting below a horizon none of you cared to see.

Instead all you could focus on was the girl between your legs.

Her fingers making an obnoxious sound as she fucked into you, kissing your knee before leaning back down to return to her assault on your clit and then tease the outside of your hole where her fingers were currently occupying.

Abby's palms pressed hard against the fat of your thighs keeping them almost impossibly far spread. Fingers keeping you so full and going so fast that it made your mind melt and mouth run dry as you struggled to catch your breath.

But you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried, clawing at her, leaving fresh marks on her skin for her to admire and tease you for later.

Your chest heaved heavily, your head absentmindedly turning to the face the other girl that leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed. Watching your body move and squirm with a smirk on her face.

"Ellie.. Ellie c'mere– please, please–"

It was pathetically adorable, she thought as she pushed herself from the wooden frame and took the few short steps towards your outstretched arm.

"Shit." Ellie whispered to herself but no longer was she looking at your face and was instead admiring the way your hips bucked up into Abby's mouth. The blonde not hesitating to slam you back down into the mattress with her free hand and getting you to whimper.

"Oh– m–m'gonna cum–mm–" You cried, Ellie's stare moving up your body that had been covered in your own perspiration. Shuddering and tensing all while holding back just for her.

Abby hadn't slowed nor stopped even in light of your efforts, fucking her hand knuckle deep into your cunt while her warm tongue circled your clit. Her eyes scanning your face as you gasped and choked at the feeling of the tips of her fingers running along your most sensitive spots.

"Gotta ask Abby nicely.." Ellie finally spoke as she kneeled onto the mattress beside your head, letting you grab out to her and squeeze as hard as you wanted in a desperate attempt to release some of the tension that had spread its way through your body.

"Please Abby– plea–" You continued on, babbling incoherent asks of your girlfriend which made her smile.

"You gonna be good? Can't give a brat a reward baby, y'know that."

You nodded quickly, still clutching onto Ellie.

"I'll be good, I promise– please.." Your voice died out, throat sore and scratchy, pleading eyes moving from the one laying down to the one hovering above you.

"I promise–"

"Up to you." Ellie tilted her head and shrugged at Abby, getting off the bed and disappearing towards the toy she'd been using earlier.

Barely a second passed that her words had left her lips that Abby began to fuck you with her tongue, thumb pressing down on your clit.

"Go on pretty girl.." Abby teased, continuing to play with your hole with her warm muscle. "You earned it."

You came against her mouth, legs shaking and mind becoming as heavy as a ball of cotton. Your screams and sobs like music to their ears as Abby fucked you through your orgasm.

Head digging back into the pillows, your entire body arching in a bad attempt at getting away from the overwhelming pleasure. It all became too much too quickly.

Your loud mouth, as Ellie called it, only becoming quieter when Abby pulled hers from your cunt.

She kept you on edge though, not wanting you to lose the feeling and instead slowly moving her fingers in and out of your pussy.

Just then, after a moment, she had sat up to look over at Ellie, letting out a puff of air while listening to you try your hardest to catch your breath.

The only thing you could feel though, in your dazed state, was her leaning on your knee and playing with you like you were just a toy for her. In and out, then she'd run her fingertip around your hole and circle your clit, all to keep you waiting.

You'd learned your lesson in complaining though.

"You ready?" Ellie rolled her eyes at the sound of the question.

"Is she?"

Abby wiped her mouth with her knuckle, glancing at your wet cheeks and then your watery, half lidded eyes. Chest moving up and down much slower now, glistening in the orange evening glow.

It reminded her of a painting.

"You ready for Ellie to fuck you?" She moved up, leaning down to you in order to give you a kiss. The interaction making you forget the fact that it wasn't over just yet.

"Huh babe?" She asked as she pulled back, holding your cheek in her palm. You nodded at her, leaning into her touch as you did so.

"Roll over for her then."

You did, whining at the feeling of being empty and sore but you continued moving to get onto your stomach without much of a fuss, Abby's hands gripping your hips to lift your ass up.

"Fuck." Ellie muttered as her eyes raked over your fucked out form. Doing so as she came over to kneel behind you, her strap bumping your thigh.

"Look at that pretty pussy, you're all wet for me." The fat tip pressed against you making you shove your face into the pillow that you'd gathered in your arms. "All ready to be full."

She watched in awe as you sucked her in, pushing the silicone cock into your cunt with ease at how horny you still were. Quickly bottoming out and grinning at how your ass looked pressed against the plastic harness.

Abby watched just the same, only from her spot against the headboard where she got to admire how your whole body jerked forward with each of Ellie's thrusts.

Going from slow to quick before your mind had a second to catch up with the rest of you. Squeezing your eyes shut while her movements got deeper and faster while you could only gasp and choke on your own air.

It was their favorite sight. Tits bouncing, skin slapping, the sweat forming on your forehead reminding both of them how long you three had been at this. The room hot and stuffy, thick with the smell of sex.

Your cries and moans were swept away soon after when Ellie grabbed your neck and then your face, squishing your cheeks.

"Look at Abby, look at Abby baby." You met the blondes eyes, her expression blank but her eyes told another story. "What do you say to her for letting you cum?"

"Than–thank you Abby.." You dragged her name out, seeing a smile appear on her lips. "That's a good girl."

"You're taking Ellie so well baby." Abby then said, wiping away your tear stains from your cheeks, caressing your face in her palm. "Yeah? You like when she fucks you like this?"

You nodded exasperated, sniffling in but it was almost inaudible by the loud sounds of skin on skin bouncing off the walls. Filling the room to the brim making it the only thing you could really hear.

"Fuck, you're doing good." Ellie stared down at the fake cock disappearing in and out of you, a white ring forming around the base where your ass met her pelvis. Smearing up and down as you bounced on her.

The silicone bumping into your clit again and again bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Abby's hand then grabbed your ass cheek making you turn to look back to see what they were doing. Barely able to though from how shaky your arms were, and how hard Ellie kept you pressed into the pillows

She was watching how Ellie's strap was being swallowed up by you, both girls smiling to themselves at the sight. Cum soaking your thighs and coating the fake cock.

"You're doing so good babe," "Fuck yeah she is." Abby's fingers then slipped underneath your body, toying with your clit. "She's taking it like a pro, right baby?" Ellie added, her hair sticking to her face.

You muttered an incoherent string of words that neither of them could understand, gripping the sheets until your knuckles went sore and your eyes rolled back

"What was that?" Abby asked, taking her hand away and moving to look at you again, lifting your head from the pillow with her hand.

"Think she's had enough?" Ellie mocked, Abby giving her a look. "Leave her alone, she's been good." But her voice lacked the sincerity that Ellie's lacked as well, but your mind was too far gone to realize it.

"Can–can I cu–cum now please. I'll b–e good, I promise, I promise.." You said it again and again, Abby only staring at your fucked out face and pleading eyes with no readable expression.

"Ellie?" The blonde raised her eyebrow, dropping your head.

"Go ahead pretty girl, but what do you say?"

"Thank you– oh– thank you, thank you–" You said it over and over like a mantra as you came, cum dripping from your cunt and onto the bed while your legs officially gave out.

But Ellie kept you up, shoving you back against the dick while staring forward at your face in Abby's grip. Feeding off of each reaction you had while trying to form sentences that only came out as noises.

Her green eyes then focused on the way you clenched around the toy and cried as you did so. Your entire form finally dropping when she let you go.

It was quiet for a moment, Abby pushing away your baby hairs while kissing your sweaty forehead. Comforting you and quieting your whimpers when Ellie slowly pulled the strap from your abused hole.

"You took that so well babe." Abby spoke as her thumb rubbed comforting circles on your cheek. "Of course she did, she's our good girl." Ellie's head appeared beside yours, her lips lightly kissing your forehead.

"Ain't that right?"

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[whore4abby]

ooo i always have so many ideas but then my mind just goes blank lol

maybe abby and the reader are at a family dinner at either abby or the readers like aunts house idk and they sneak off to a bathroom/somewhere more private to make out all messy but then the reader stops abby before anything else happens to tease her and get her all worked up??

sorry if that’s horrible 😭

-🎀

home for the holidays; abby anderson

i literally had so much fun with this aaaaaaa thank u so much for this request <3

warnings; smut - dry humping, pussy slapping, fingering, abby covering readers mouth, reader sucking abby’s fingers

wc; 1.8k…..i got very carried away hehe

you’ve always loved spending christmas with abby’s family you always have such a fun time even if it was a little hectic and frenzied at times. most of the afternoon was spent making small talk with the rest of abby’s family which abby herself was in the kitchen helping her dad make dinner.

you hung out with her siblings for a little while and played all of abby’s little nieces and nephews until you got a little disinterested and all you wanted was to just see your girl again.

you wander into the kitchen and see her stood at the island preparing ingredients for dinner. abby is doing her best to keep calm as she slices vegetables but you can tell she’s getting a little agitated with being around so many people in such a small space. you notice her hand gripping the knife harshly, freckled knuckles turning white and her jaw tightly clenched.

she’s so focused on chopping up the vegetables that she doesn’t hear you behind her.she suddenly feels a pair of warm hands on her shoulders. she nearly jumps out of her skin when she feels your touch, and she slowly turns around to face you, suddenly feeling more at ease at close proximity. "hi, my love..."

she leans into you for some much-needed comfort, leaning her head against your shoulder and you feel tension in her body beginning to dissipate. you can feel her breathing slowly becoming more even and regular as she relaxes against you.

the last couple days have been spent over at her dad’s house have been hectic and busy to say the least, leaving you little to no alone time with abby. she's been craving some time alone with you for fucking days, but the constant hustle and bustle of the house makes it difficult to fulfil.

all she wants is to have a moment where it's just the two of you, where you can spend some quality time together and not being able to do so us causing her to become more frustrated as the hours pass by.

she glances around and notices how busy the kitchen is, realising it would be pretty easy for the two of you to sneak away without anybody noticing. she’s suddenly pulling at your sleeve and ushering you through the house and up the staircase.

before you reach and empty room she’s pushing you up against the wall so hard the picture frames hung above your head rattle and clang against the drywall. you’re paranoid of somebody catching you and you swiftly pull her into the nearest empty guest room.

before you know it you’re pinned under her as she straddles you, her thick thighs pinning you down either side of your waist. abby chuckles as she struggles to take her shirt off due to the sheer excitement of finally getting her hands in you. you’re already a giggling mess as you reach up to help her pull her shirt up and over her head, sending it tumbling to the hardwood floor.

her hands start to slip up under your sweater as she desperately tugs it off your body before she starts to roughly grope your tits over your lacy bra. she gives a soft smirk and without warning, she leans down pressing her lips lovingly against yours as her hips grind against you. you pull apart for a second, looking up into her eyes with a needy gaze. “please, abs….been too long.”

“i know baby…i know.” she reassures you, glancing down at your lips before leaning close again. her mouth hungrily meeting yours, tongues swirling against each others, causing her to let out a soft groan.

her body is pressed tightly against yours as she continues to grind her hips against you. "i've missed this so much." she whispers, her voice a raspy murmur as her lips glide over your throat.

she wedges one of her thighs in between yours, her knee pressing into your cunt over your pants. your body practically goes lax as you finally get some stimulation exactly where you need it. “fuck. feels so good, abby~”

she continues to kiss you messily and grind against you, her breath becoming more shallow as she starts to lose herself in the moment. "mhm.. that's right~" she smirks, that familiar cocky look on her face as she sees how much you’re loving this.

abby's breathing becomes more shallow as she continues to rock her body against you with a bit more intensity, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her voice as she lets out a deeper, more primal moan that makes your pussy clench around nothing whilst her knee bumps into your clit over and over.

just as the two of you start to get into a steady rhythm, you’re interrupted once again by someone calling out for the two of you from downstairs to tell you dinner is ready.

“every fucking time.” she curses under her breath as once again your alone time has been interrupted and she’s forced to pull away from you. her chest still heaving as she sits on the edge of the bed, grumbling to herself as she throws her shirt back over her head begrudgingly.

you lean up on your elbows, watching her as she practically sulks like a little child. “why does this keep happening?” you whine and throw yourself back on the bed dramatically. a second later you’re being pulled off of the bed by your forearms and your shirt is being slung over your head by abby.

you desperately hope no one will notice you slightly disheveled clothes and hair or your lip gloss that’s now sloppily smeared around your mouth. you giggle as abby reaches out to wipe the gloss away, ‘innocently’ opening up your mouth slightly and letting her thumb slip into the warmth of your mouth before she quickly retracts it. she grits her teeth and grips your jaw with her strong hand, “don’t be a fucking tease.” she mumbles sternly, pressing a long, hard kiss straight onto your lips before pulling away and dragging you out of the room and back downstairs.

hours later, everyone has gone to bed in their respective rooms for the night after all watching a movie together which finally leaves you and abby alone for the night.

she's laying on the sofa with you resting in between her legs. she watches as the next movie of the channel starts to play, but you can tell she's not really paying attention to it as her fingers run up and down your thighs teasingly, inching closer and closer to the edge of your panties each second.

she slowly starts to hike up the edge of your nightdress further exposing your thighs to cool air. she stops her teasing and eventually pulls the nightdress up over your hips so she can see the mess you’ve made in your panties. there’s already a wet patch right in the center of your pretty panties and she can’t help but run her finger over it lightly, seeing how you react.

your breath hitches in your throat and you look back over your shoulder at her wordlessly begging her to carry on. she smiles and pressing a kiss to your cheek before she pushes your panties to the side to get a glimpse of your pussy that she’s been desperate to get her hands on for the last four days.

“missed this fucking pussy so much.” she growls as she slaps your pussy sending a jolt of pleasure through your body and you whine out her name. she chuckles cruelly and slaps at your swollen clit again, harder this time whine has you loudly moaning out her name, causing her to cover your mouth with her giant hand, “shut up. be a good girl and shut up for me, yeah?”

you nod obediently and she starts to rub doting circles over your clit, snaking her other hand round to pinch at your nipples through the soft cotton of your nightdress. you’re trying you absolute best to stay quiet but you can’t help the squeaks that leave your lips, pathetic noises slipping through her hands attempt to muffle you. “shut the fuck up or i’m not letting you cum.”

your eyebrows furrow as you try your best to stay silent. her fingers move from your clit down to your weeping hole and she dips her fingers into your folds, inhaling sharply as she feels how wet you are. “god baby, bet you could take three fingers right now. you’re so fucking wet~” she slips her middle and ring finger inside, pumping them slowly as the pads of her digits bump into that spongy spot inside.

your back starts to arch into her and you attempt to pry her hand from your mouth, desperately wanting to kiss her and feel her tongue against yours. she doesn’t even have to speak as the look in her eyes says it all - she’s obviously serious about not letting you cum if you make even the tiniest of noises - she reluctantly pulls her hand away and your arm is quickly wrapping around her neck and pulling her down towards you. the both of your mouth meet in a rough kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together messily.

she adds a third finger and you have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning as she stretches your tight hole out with her thick fingers. they’re pumping in and out of you at an eye-rolling pace, completely coated in your slick and glistening in the low light emanating from the christmas tree in the corner of the dim room.

abby notices how hard you’re biting down on your bottom lip and offers you the fingers of her free hand instead. she’s nudging your chin up towards her and before you can even reply your mouth is stuffed full of her fingers exactly how your pussy is.

she’s fucked you so dumb you don’t even think twice before your sucking her fingers into your mouth, moaning around them as she plunges her fingers in and out of your dripping hole pushing you closer and closer to the edge each time. “that’s a good girl, cum for me baby~” abby murmurs, kissing up and down the shell of your ear as she keeps up the pace of her fingers.

the base of her wrist smashing against you clit with every stroke has you literally drooling all over her fingers as your pussy clenches and squelches around her fingers obscenely. your head falls back against her chest and you’re whining and gasping as you cum all over her fingers, syrupy slick gushing out of your abused hole.

abby’s fingers eventually slow down and she slips them out of you, but not without you whining in protest at the empty feeling your experiencing without her fingers stretching you and keeping your pussy stuffed to the brim. “shh…shh, it’s okay. you did such a good job baby, i’m so proud of my girl~”

© 2023 whore4abby all rights reserved

[timeslugarts]

OOO Hazbin Hotel requests????

I'll order a Vox with a reader who misses the ocean and the beach. Like take on an almost mystical water creature look and clearly looks like they were made to swim in open waters <33

Vox x Reader with Ocean traits

I hope you like this!! This is my first real request!! I did have a lot of fun writing this :)

Oh gosh I'm nervous lol

Vox looked at his hands, at the room around him. All wires and screens, electronics floor to ceiling.

He didn't understand why you were with the self declared king of the future when you were a mythical creature that belonged to the sea.

You were beautiful, and you were graceful like ocean waves, you even smelled like the salty water of the sea. It wasn't hard to believe that in your "life" you spent your time living on the rocky cliffside, laying in the sand beneath the sun, feeling the gentle waves roll against your body. 

He shouldn't have been surprised when you told him that you had missed it. Hell didn't exactly have beaches, at least not like the ones on the surface.

No warm sun, no salty water.

Vox was nothing if not resourceful though. He had the perfect idea to maybe help ease some of your homesickness. 

You came home from a long day, being one of Voxtech's top secretaries was a very demanding job, but one you enjoyed nonetheless. Plus the boss wasn't too bad to look at.

The smell of the beach was the first thing to hit your nose when you entered your shared flat in the Vee tower. 

"Vox?" You asked into the dark apartment.

"In here my darling~" His voice was buttery and warm. You knew he was up to something, but what, you weren't quite sure yet.

You walked forward to the shared living room where all the LEDs that hung through the corners of the rooms glowed a gentle pink. There were candles lit throughout the room. You picked one up and sniffed.

It smelled like home. 

The label read something like, Sandcastle Surprise *new scent by Voxtech*, which made you giggle. 

You continued your search for your favorite TV, which led your eyes to rest upon a trail of seashells. 

It wound through the hall and ended at the bathroom door. You perked an eyebrow. What on earth and hell was this guy doing?

How did he even find all these shells??

When you opened the door, you gasped. 

Vox was soaking in the tub, bubbles everywhere. The sound of gentle rolling waves played on a speaker nearby. More candles lit up every inch of the counter. And he grinned at you, that stupid lovable grin that made your heart do little flips.

He held out a flute of champagne.

"I thought, maybe you could use a piece of home." You smiled and gladly accepted the glass, climbing gently into the tub with him.

He leaned back so you could see his screen, and then he flipped it to a scene of a beautiful sunset over the Pacific Ocean. 

It was perfect. You could feel the water against your scales, fins fanning out in the large tub. The sounds of the ocean and the view of your perfect boyfriend's face.

It was like a little piece of heaven in hell.

"Is this Epsom salts?" You asked curiously.

Vox's face flipped back on, "I know right!? This shit rocks!"

[crimsonred-hi]

Wash Day

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings:

Summary: Wash day is Sunday, so Andrew and his girlfriend get in the shower together (not sexually).

He’s just minding his business, siting in the living room of your home, book in hand, glasses on his face. He’s nice and comfy, content, thinking his gonna be sat there for a while,

“It’s wash day!”

There, all ruined in a 3 word sentence, his day of lounging around and reading is destroyed by his girlfriend yelling that today is the day of the week where she washes his hair… because apparently he can’t do it himself.

Begrudgingly, he puts down his book, making his way up to the big bathroom in the house. There’s his girlfriend, smiling at him, with the little (it’s not little who is he kidding) basket of hair products.

Two washes, conditioner, hair mask, a plethora of curly hair products, and other tools she’ll ’torture’ him with. That’s how this will go, that’s how it happens every week on Sunday.

Sunday is wash day, she washes his hair then her own. It’s always wash day, yet every week he forgets how bad it is, then has to do it again.

“Come on, strip.”

She says with a smile, Turing on the shower so it can warm up.

“Wow… what am I, a common whore?”

She giggles at him, before getting undressed herself so they can get in together. A few minutes later, she’s got him sat on the floor, so she can reach his head, in the large shower. First step is getting his hair wet, the shower head is pulled off the wall to make this happen. She points the warm water start at his hair, getting it wet, then for the fun of it she spritz of water into his face,

“Aye!”

“Oh, hush. You spend you mornings in the Irish Sea, a little warm water to the face isn’t gonna kill you.”

He grumbles, at her words, crossing his arms as his girlfriend gets his hair all drenched so it can be shampooed.

And thats the next thing, a shampoo bar is pulled out of the basket, it’s taken out of the case it’s kept in so it doesn’t mould. She scrubs his hair with the bar, until it starts to bubble up, the bar is discarded and she just massages his scalp and rubs the shampoo into his hair.

He leans back into her tummy, his eyes closed, a low hum of pleasure coming from deep into his chest.

“Does that feel good, Bear?”

The reply comes in a soft rumble from his chest, she giggles at his enjoyment, continuing to massage the built up dirt from his hair and scalp.

She grabs the shower head, washing the first round of shampoo out of his hair. The warm water runs over his head and face, dripping down his body, leaving a sweet soothing feeling down his body.

She moves about, putting the first shampoo bar back in the basket,

“Ooo! Do you want to try this honey scented  shampoo?”

He doesn’t care, what she uses on his hair. He’s just mindless, so deep in the soothing pleasure of her touch. He just nods in his mindless state.

She smiles, repeating the acts again. She opens the shampoo bar, except she holds it to his nose before she uses it, its smells great. She scrubs the bar into his hair, then massages it into his scalp and hair. Then washes it out.

“There we go! That’s the first thing done, and we’re only 15 minutes in.”

She says with a smile, kissing his cheek, as if praising him for just sitting still so she could wash his hair.

She moves off to the basket, putting everything back, and finally pulling conditioner out. She move to his hair, slathering the conditioner on her hands, then threading it through his hair, making sure not to get it on his roots. Finally she pulls out, washing off the conditioner on her hands,

“3 minutes wait time, just sit there and look pretty.”

He smiles at her comment, then 3 minutes later she washes the conditioner out, the a hair mask is caked on his hair. She wraps a shower cap around his head.

“Come on, hun… I’ve gotta wash my hair while that mask does its thing.”

“Yes, ma’am”

He moves to a small stone bench kept in their large shower, and he just watches as she washes her own hair.

It’s a lot quicker for her to wash her hair, because she’s been doing this since she was a kid. Washing her hair out, it’s takes all of 15 minutes for her to shampoo her hair twice and condition it. That leaves another 15 minutes for his hair mask, so she puts her own hair mask in.

“Are you done, honey?”

She hums back at him, moving back to him, standing in front of him, her hands on his cheeks, rubbing his cheekbones with her thumbs.

“Hey, do you recon we should shampoo and condition your beard?”

She jokes, the answer is yes, they could shampoo and condition his beard. But he doesn’t want to say yes, because then washing his beard will also become a regular thing.

“……no.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No…”

“Yes, you are… we should wash your beard!”

“Please no…”

It was too late, now their sat on the shower floor, her rubbing the honey shampoo bar along his cheek. Giggling at his little pout. She rubs the shampoo into his beard, her hands moving along his cheeks, smiling at him warmly.

“Why…? You didn’t have to do this to me…”

She giggles, kissing his lips, so some of the shampoo transfers onto her cheeks as well.

“Look at that! No we’re matching!”

She says happily, we do match, both in shower caps with shampoo foam on our cheeks. She smiles at him, grabbing the shower head and washing the shampoo off his and her cheeks. Then she moves in with the conditioner to his beard, and his pout only gets bigger.

“Please tell me we’re not doing this again…”

She laughs, waiting the 3 minutes for the conditioner, then washing off.

“Look, time to wash out your hair mask!”

His sighs, when the shower cap is pulled off his head, just to get slapped in the face with his hair, making his lover laugh.

The hair mask is washed out, and she leaves him to wash his body while she finishes washing her hair and her own body.

___

She now has Andrew sat in her vanity chair, having other products scrunched into his hair. She’s stood behind him, finger coiling his hair, separating his strands of hair and coiling them so she doesn’t have to put his hair in rolls.

“Now, Andy… I’m gonna give you the choice, do you want to defuse your hair or not?”

“No, I just want to get dry and read my book… please.”

She smiles softly, kissing his cheek softly, tying his hair up in an old cotton t-shirt so it can dry naturally.

“Ya know, I should get you a bonnet.”

He sighs, not really listening anymore, he just gets into pyjamas and goes back downstairs to sit in his arm chair with the book he’s been trying to read.

And then, she joins him, making herself comfortable in his lap as he reads.

[st-danger]

Ooo that thing you just wrote for @/forlorn-crows is a sick idea, normally I like stuff so I can read it later but that was a READ NOW BITCH type deal.

Gives me the idea of Aether going into people’s minds and giving them wet dreams

The new kid's insatiable. It isn't like it's a problem for anyone- on the contrary, they're delighted by it. They're no strangers to sex and lust in the Pit, but here, in humanesque bodies, it's a foreign experience. Different in ways that are difficult to quantify, but different. The obsession with new sensations in new bodies is a universally known thing, something they all went through when first summoned. And who could blame them?

But what a treat getting to watch it from the outside. How nice to watch him sweat and tremble and take until it hurts to be touched.

Aeon is easy.

Pliable. Suggestible and willing to try whatever anyone suggests. He desires with a fierceness that sees him crawling into bed with Dew late at night, desperate for relief. Sees him staring at Swiss during mass with dark eyes, bouncing his leg, unable to sit still, and Swiss is more than happy to drag him out after and lend a helping hand. Or mouth.

So. Aether offers, and Aeon agrees, and that as they say, is that. It's never brought up again, and he knows Aeon wants to ask when, when can we, but part of the fun will be doing this when he doesn't expect. In the meantime, Aeon cums from all the attention he gets, and rubs his cock until it's red and sensitized, and even a little past that.

He's lovely when he's awake- crooked teeth revealed with every wide smile, constantly smoothing messy hair off his face. He's lovely when he's asleep, too, sprawled out on the couch or the bed, shirt riding up to expose a stripe of stomach, eyes closed. Long lashes. Of course Aether was going to offer. When someone wraps a present for you, sets in directly into your palms, it would be rude not to open it. Cruel, even.

He lies sleeping in his bed in loose boxers, a thin white shirt. Half under a blanket having kicked part of it off at some point. Aether flicks the table lamp on and carefully, so carefully, sits on the bed beside him. He's out like a light- it's possible he's worn himself out (or, more accurately, been worn out by someone else) to the point he's less asleep and more comatose. Lips parted, drooling a little on his pillow. Aether swallows hard. He tingles in Places. His fingers itch with want. He wishes he had more patience, that he could convince himself to undo the bow and carefully remove the wrapping paper, but he's never had much self control with this, to be honest. He tries, but here, now, with the way he looks... surely it's understandable to want to rip the paper open as quick as possible.

He reaches towards him, strokes his hair, playing with it. Twirling the shock of white that cuts through the brown at his hairline. Lets the smallest little bit of his magick drip from his fingertips and into his head so he can make sure Aeon doesn't wake before he wants him to. He drags his fingers down the side of his face, tracing the angle of a sharp jaw, stroking down his neck. With his other hand, he palms himself, working himself up just a little. Not too much because he has plans for Aeon that require him not to pop too early.

Down his neck, down his chest to find a nipple, to give it a soft rub until it's peeking through his shirt, obvious. Down further, to the hem, where he slides it under and caresses his stomach. Pets his navel, and then the barest hint of hair that disappears under his waistband.

The magick flows easy, then. Warms him from the inside out and Aether watches, ensorcelled by the gentle noise Aeon makes on his next exhale. The obvious twitch of his dick stirring to life. If he wasn't so eager to wake him up and ask him to run that pretty tongue over his balls, he'd draw the blood south slower. But not tonight. He squeezes himself, presses on Aeon's belly, and stares, hungrier than he's felt in a while as Aeon's cock fills out. Faster than is necessary, perhaps, but who cares. Certainly he doesn't. Certainly Aeon won't be complaining.

He's tenting in no time, and Aether supplies him with visions of being taken. Being loved gentle and raw, and finally, Aeon whimpers, hips shifting while he dreams about many hands peeling his clothes off, mouths sucking his neck, tongues licking at secret, hidden places. A little more phantom sensation on his cock, and Aether groans as a dribble of precum dots the fabric, stretched against a head that he cannot wait to make sticky and overly sensitive.

It goes on until Aether's working himself and hard to the point that he's dying to pull it out. His pants are tight, oppressive. It's making him ache, and all he can focus on is what the little kitten licks he's going to ask him for will feel like.

He turns the dial of quintessence up, and Aeon gasps, unconscious and pleasured, leaking fluid and staining his boxers with the pre because Aether wants him to.

They've kept his balls so empty there's been no possibility to cum in his sleep yet. His body hasn't had a chance, and maybe that's the reason Aeon was so quick to agree- something new.

He gets him nice and close, until Aeon is whimpering, shifting where he lays, and Aether gives up.

He forces too much pleasure into his mind, and Aeon throbs and moans and Aether's eyes go wide as he watches his cock start to bounce around and spit out shot after shot, soaking himself-

Aeon wakes up moaning and disoriented halfway through, barely has time to register what's happening when Aether decides to give him a little gift of his own, drag it out, make it last unnaturally long, until Aeon is crying out, thrashing, looking at Aether with surprise and shock while he defiles himself by Aether's suggestions.

When it's over, when it's finally over and Aeon lies exhausted, and panting, he gifts Aether with a disbelieving giggle.

"What," he breathes, weakly.

Aether is already standing, unzipping his pants.

[sinkovia]

Fluff idea!!!!!!

Hear me out:

Reader adopts two cats, Price has to deal with them :3

I jus think it'll be fun

I THINK PRICE WOULD HAVE SO MUCH BEEF WITH THE CATS LMAO. Only at first though, I feel like he would slowly start warming up to them after realizing they could be sweet and not act like giant New York street rats.

As you enter the pet store to grab some bird feed for your front porch hummingbird feeders, you find yourself drawn to the area near the adoption center. You heard the sound of soft mewing as you approached, and two feline faces peered out from a cage, their eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

Reading the tag, you discovered that they were a girl and boy duo who had just arrived at the store yesterday. Found in a box outside, they looked a bit worse for wear, and the tag mentioned that they were the last ones left for adoption. Unable to resist the pull of compassion, you decided to get a closer look.

One of the cats, the more adventurous of the two, cautiously approached. You extended your hand through the bars, and the cat sniffed it curiously before rubbing the top of its head against your palm. A wave of affection swept over you as you felt the soft fur under your fingers.

The two kitties had tugged at your heartstrings, and you knew you couldn't leave them behind. Your excitement grew, and with a sense of purpose, you started looking for a store worker to inquire about the adoption process. The idea of providing a loving home for them made your trip to the pet store even more fulfilling than you had anticipated.

The front door creaked open, and you slipped inside with a cardboard box cradled carefully in your arms. John, engrossed in something on the TV, glanced your way as he heard the door but didn't pay it much mind until he saw you with the box.

"What's in the box?" curiosity etched on his face.

"Nothing," you replied with a sly smile, but just as you spoke, a soft meow emanated from the box. John raised an eyebrow, immediately skeptical.

"No, you didn't," he declared with a knowing look as the meows continued. You winced slightly, rubbing your stomach, and with a dramatic expression, "Ooo wow, must have been that food I ate earlier. I'm so gassy,"

The meows persisted, growing louder, and you paused. Caught in the act, you couldn't suppress your smile. John just shook his head, laughing at your attempt at secrecy. You kneeled down, letting them out of the box. They slowly peeked their heads out one after the other.

“You got two? love.” You quickly picked one up, holding him up in front of John’s face.

“Look how cute they are hun. This one is Chucky and that one is Tiff. It’s short for Tiffany.” He smiled seeing how excited you were.

As days passed, John's initial amusement turned into exasperation when he found himself facing the challenges that came with the new additions to the family. The first encounter was during a flea bath. Attempting to help, he found himself in a comical struggle as Chucky scratched him when he wriggled in his arms.

"You bloody spawn of the devil!" John exclaimed as he ran up his arm and scratched down his back. Losing his balance, he stumbled foward, ending up in the tub, now covered in cat hair.

You quickly put Tiff down, “Oh my god are you okay?” you helped him out of the tub and left to get a towel. He huffed, glaring at Chucky lick his paw on the bathroom counter as if nothing happened.

Nighttime snuggling became a distant memory as the cats took their positions on either side of you, leaving no room for John to join in. He would glare at them as they slept peacefully, snuggled and warm next to you, and all he could do was shake his head, muttering about "bloody spawns of the devil."

The next morning, as John stood in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a mug, he saw Chucky eyeing him from the counter. He scowled at him.

"You're like a rat, you know that?" he muttered, shooting a glare at him. "You think you can snuggle up next to my wife and kick me to the curb? You're a little devil spawn."

Your head peeked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised. "Did you say something?"

John casually took a step back from the cat, "No, love. Nothing at all." when you left he took a sip of his coffee glaring at Chucky who just slowly blinked at him.

One afternoon, during John's focused work, the duo darted through the house, leaving chaos in their wake as they knocked over his coffee mug. While John sighed in frustration, you got up chasing after them. Catching one of the troublemakers, you held him up to John's face.

"I'm sorry for spilling coffee on your paperwork, I promise it won't happen again," you voiced the imaginary apology on behalf of Chucky. John initially wore an unamused expression until you peeked your head from behind the feline, revealing an apologetic smile. The tension melted, and a reluctant grin spread across John's face.

In the days that followed, the cats, undeterred by John's attempts to shoo them away, found his legs to be irresistible scratching posts. Persistent and curious, they continued their mischief, extending their claws despite John's efforts to maintain a sense of composure.

On one particular night, as John lay on his back, Tiff decided to make herself comfortable. She stretched luxuriously before gracefully climbing onto his chest, kneading his stomach with her paws. After a few rounds of kneading, she curled into a ball, settling on his chest. John huffed out a sigh, feeling the weight of the feline on him. Her large, puffy tail occasionally swiped across his nose, prompting him to turn his head to the side. However, her tail still managed to find its way toward him, eliciting a sneeze or two and a touch of irritation to the otherwise peaceful night.

John couldn't deny the joy the cats brought to the household. John found himself growing attached to the mischievous pair. The initial resistance transformed into reluctant acceptance, and before long, he was reaching for them to scratch behind their ears and indulging them in their nightly cuddle sessions. The stray cats had not only found a home but had also carved out a special place in John's heart.

╭∩╮( •̀_•́ )╭∩╮ << Price to Chucky when reader isn't looking.

[koisuko]

some mk1 men ( maybe. johnny...) with a reader who listens to metal music and is super dark dressing and gothic/emo but their personality is the opposite super sweet, extroverted and fun! nsfw or sfw :)

ooo can do!

Tw: none, silly little fellas, gn reader ft: Jonny Cage, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi Takahashi, Liu Kang

Johnny Cage

Something tells me that Johnny won’t really mind your appearance. Your style and choice of music might pique his curiosity, prompting him to ask in his smooth classic way about the band you like.

“What ya listening to sugar?”

When he starts to get to know you, past your dark exterior, it was like doing a complete 180. He’s probably seen dark goths and emo’s in his career but likely chalked them up to their stereotypes. He was surprised, and would likely tease you about it often. He finds your personality cute, and likes the way it contrasts your exterior style. Especially with the music taste, how dark and aggressive the music is compared to your soft and sweet personality.

Kung Lao

It’s certainly something he’s not accustomed to, but something tells me he would be really into it. Your style is something new, refreshing from his village living, and it drew him in. In regard to your music taste, it would take some time for him to warm up to it. Best believe he’s dancing with you to it.

“Play that one again!”

He would find your personality adorable, likely teasing you on your soft interior. I’m sure he would find your style and your personality attractive. Having a bit of both is always nice.

Raiden

Your style is interesting to him, something he’s not used to but he isn’t one to judge. I would think he would not really care about your style, seeing past it in his cute little humble way. Your taste of music isn’t his cup of tea, but he would more than likely indulge in it simply to make you happy and spend time with you. He would be supportive of your music taste, dancing simply to be with you.

“Can I listen with you?”

Like the others, your personality is adorable to him. This would likely be the most compatible aspect to him, how soft and sweet you are to everyone around you. Best believe he’d enjoy some cuddles while you blast metal through your ear buds.

Kenshi Takahashi

He loves your style, it really suits your appearance. He’s not one to really care about how you look, or how you dress. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy goth styles. Although, he wouldn’t personally dress in that way. As for the music, he’d likely enjoy it, but it wouldn’t be his favorite. He would chuckle at your enthusiasm in showing him every song on your playlist.

“Sure, baby, show me the next one.”

Again, like the others, your personality would be enjoyed. A bit of a surprise to him as he’s seen many goths in his lifetime and met a few. He’d find it lovely, enjoying the brightness you bring to every room. I would think he enjoys someone is the life of the party, to make up for his more reserved personality.

Liu Kang

I’d like to think he is very similar to Raiden, not really paying much attention to your exterior. And I mean, you could have the strangest style, dressing like a literal clown, and he would still treat you like anyone else. Whatever makes you happy, he will love just the same. Your music style would be no different. If it makes you happy, he will like it too. Perhaps it’s not his cup of tea, preferring more calm and relaxing music over the aggression of metal music. But regardless, he would listen to it with a smile on his face.

“I truly adore the happiness this brings you, my treasure.”

Your personality, he will love just the same. If anything, he would find it beautiful, like the balance of night and day. He would remain a protective figure while you make everyone smile, hanging back with his hands folded and smiling at the joy you bring others.

Notes: sorry this is so short, I struggled a bit with it but I hope it’s at least to your liking❤️maybe I’ll redo it sometime.

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: The Deal with Niffty; 1 Year Anniversary

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable.]

[Part 2 with Niffty, word count 1446, Cw: bug genocide none]

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You counted the days, double checking on the Scenic Hell calendar pinned up in the kitchen. You didn’t mention anything until that evening; Niffty was literally underfoot all day. “Tomorrow will be one year from when you made the deal with Niffty, cher.”

Alastor paused in his nightly routine, counting in his head. “I suppose it is. Ah, how the time flies.”

“We should do something, celebrate a little.”

Your husband gave you a questioning smile in the reflection of your vanity mirror. “We’ve never done that for any other Sinner.”

“We haven’t had any other Sinner chase you for weeks to make a deal,” you pointed out logically. “But she is yours, Alastor, it’s up to you.” He hummed noncommittally as two of you settled in for the night.

In the morning, you woke to a warm buttery smell and the hiss of a hot pan. Alastor, wearing a black apron, was making hotcakes and sausages. Niffty, still dressed in her nightgown and rubbing sleep from her eye, wandered into the kitchen. She spotted Alastor at the stove and immediately skittered up to him.

“Sir! I’m supposed to make breakfast!” She shot up to his shoulder and tugged on one antler.

Alastor, usually despising that much physical contact, merely shrugged and twirled his spatula as dramatically as his cane. “Well my dear, Y/N reminded me it’s been one year since we struck our deal. So I decided we’ll have some fun today.” He plucked the little cyclops of his shoulder and deposited her on the stool next to the table.

She scampered down and climbed back up his side to perch on his head. “Ooo, what kind of fun?” Her grin turned feral as she watched him flip hotcakes.

He finished cooking and delivered both food and the little maid to the table. “We’ll figure that out together.” The three of you started eating before he continued. “So my dear, what would you like to do today?” Alastor asked Niffty as he cut into his sausage.

Niffty, her cheeks full of hotcakes and syrup, froze. Her giant eye pinned as she stared at Alastor. A minute passed, then she gulped down her mouthful of food before automatically shoveling another forkful of hotcakes into her mouth. You realized she probably never really thought about it, enthusiastic as she was about her work.

You savored a bite. “How about…” you mused aloud, “we find more bugs than the bayou has?” Niffty’s attention snapped to you as she smiled around her bite of breakfast.

Fed and caffeinated, the three of you walked to your proposed destination. Niffty traveled three times the distance as she dashed around you and Alastor, occasionally climbing up one of you for a better view.

Your destination was a moderate two story building with two large glass enclosures connected. The sign above the entrance read Infernal Insectorium. Niffty’s eye widened as she started giggling on Alastor’s shoulder.

“Y/N, are you certain of this? Our dear Niffty is sure to decimate the population,” Alastor asked with amusement. “If you want to put this establishment out of business, this is an original way of doing so.”

“Not to worry, cher.” You pulled him inside, paying the entrance fee for the three of you. Niffty climbed down and started to run off, but you snagged her blouse before she could. “This place breeds quite a few critters for various purposes. So much so that they have a special wing for removing the substandard ones.” The foyer led to the two wings; one was labeled Observation Room, the other Culling Room. Through the glass walls to both you could see lush indoor gardens.

You led the way to the Culling Room. There was a small room between the foyer and the garden with a door leading to each. Only one could be open at a time, preventing any insect escapes. There was a member of the staff stationed in the room to operate the doors and ensure the bugs stayed where they were meant to be.

Once inside, you let Niffty go. “Eeeeheheheheheeeee!” she laughed, skittering off the path to chase down her first victim. Alastor walked arm in arm with you, admiring the garden.

“However did this place come about? And how did you find out about it my dear?”

Your talons brushed a flowering vine aside. “Evidently this was originally an insect house, supplying silkworms, beetles and snails for dyes, in addition to the indoor garden. But so many visitors kept eating the insects on display, they decided to add this room and charge for the privilege.”

Niffty’s giggles and mutters of “stab, stab, stab” were joined by other chuckles and squeals as demons hunted down their tiny prey. As you rounded a corner you saw a pair of frog-like demons at a wrought iron table catching flying insects with their tongues while making eyes at each other.

“Quite resourceful,” Alastor commented. He spotted an open bench for you both to relax on as Niffty had her fun. He hummed contentedly, soft jazz music filling the area around him. The tiny cyclops dashed into view on occasion, wielding either her favorite chef’s knife or a needle as she scurried after various bugs. She brought ones she was particularly proud of to pile up on the bench “for her collection.”

Whenever a creepy crawly got too close to you or your husband, it found itself impaled by one of your talons. Depending on the bug, you’d either eat it or add it it a separate pile for someone else to indulge in. Even Niffty had a limit to her energy and after a few hours she plopped herself between the two of you. She sifted through her spoils, selecting her favorite specimens. The rest were added to the pile you made.

After her selection was carefully wrapped in a handkerchief and stowed in your handbag, Alastor decided it was time for a late lunch. Food refilled her well of energy and afterwards Niffty was skipping around him again. “Now then, anything else we should do today Niffty, Y/N?”

“Oh oh, I need supplies to display my collection!” Niffty said eagerly, bouncing rapidly. “This way guys!” She ran back and forth between Alastor and the nearest crossroads. She repeated this after every turn until she brought you all to a craft store. The purple spider demon behind the counter recognized the cyclops. “Long time no see Niffty! Where you been sweets?”

“Hi Cici! I’m working for Alastor now. We’re celebrating my one year anniversary!”

“Greetings! The name’s Alastor and this is my darling Y/N. Pleasure to meet you my dear, quite a pleasure,” he said, holding out his hand to shake.

Cici either recognized your husband’s name or voice. She shook his hand carefully and asked Niffty in a shaky voice, “You…you’re working for the Radio Demon?” Niffty responded with a quick and cheerful “yup!” before dashing down an aisle.

“Yes indeedy! She was quite insistent about working for me. Even after my darling whisked her away multiple times! We found her to be extremely persistent.”

“She wore us down,” you added. “It’s been an excellent decision in the end.”

Cici looked a bit less nervous. “Well, she has always liked bad boys.”

Niffty returned with a stack of items; frames, cloth, pins, and boards. “More shadow boxes sweets?” Cici started tallying things up.

“Uh huh! They took me bug hunting today! I’ve got lots of new friends for my collection,” she replied, her voice turning into a cackle at the end.

Alastor paid for the items and stored the lot in his shadow. “I believe we’ve had quite an enjoyable outing today. What say we head back?”

“‘Kay! Bye Cici, see ya later!” Niffty waved rapidly at her friend while bouncing out the door Alastor was holding for you both. You waved at the spider, saying “au revoir!” as you accepted Alastor’s arm.

Niffty continued to zip around the streets on the way home. But her energy started to flag again. A little over halfway, she started dozing off on Alastor’s shoulder. You scooped her up and placed her in your purse; you’d brought your largest in anticipation of this. Her bright red hair peeked out from the top of the bag.

“It has been a lovely diversion today, I must admit,” Alastor said as the sky began to darken.”

“Agreed. I have to say I’m glad Niffty was so persistent. She’s been an excellent addition to the household. And not just because she’s so willing to do housework.” Alastor didn’t reply, but the cheerful music that swelled as he hummed said enough.

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@whitewolfsoldat @edgyboi10000 @ch3sire-blu3 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @bengewatch @chewbrry

[charmercharm3r]

I dont know if you're taking requests but

Imagine camping with friends and SKZ are in the campsite next to you and you start flirting with chan or any of 3 racha and you end the night getting fucked in their tent or an a table or something

Idk I've never made a request .....

ooo I like the way you think... perfect timing with chan's birthday :3 hope you like it!

Camp Out

BC

Masterlist

wc: 3.4k

Synopsis: You made some great friends on a trip you didn't even want to go on.

warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, unprotected sex (do not do this), mentions of exhibitionism, little bit of ass slapping, creampie

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You should’ve never let your friends convince you to go camping. You hated the outdoors, at least living outside for a few days. It never seemed appealing, no hot shower, no running water, having to use nature’s bathroom. But still, they assured you that you’d have fun and that it’ll be great for making memories together. So reluctantly, here you are at a campsite.

Surprisingly, there were a few people around doing campy things like barbecuing and playing in the lake. Sure, it was nice for a few hours. Then the boys at the site next to yours came over, inviting themselves to your campfire for some s’mores. They’d introduced themselves as Jisung, Changbin, and Chan, cool guys. Probably had no idea what they were doing because their attire screamed city, just as yours did. None of you were prepared for camping.

You had to admit, you didn’t hate the new addition to your camping group, the three boys were quite easy on the eyes. Chan in particular caught your attention, finding his quick-witted jokes and curly hair to be rather endearing. He lingered around you, making conversation that felt so natural as if you’d been lifelong friends. It felt right to stick around him, maybe throw in a flirt here and there. 

Your now extended group laughed and had fun together until the sun went down, and you were forced to choose tents. Since there were four of you and three tents, one tent would be shared between two. It was just your luck that you got a tent to yourself— in the dark, in the middle of nowhere.

Chan and his friends were around when your group decided on sleeping arrangements. To keep the fun going, one of your friends invited them to move their site to merge with yours. How could they say no to a group of girls inviting them to sleep oh so close by?

Yeah, the boys were underprepared with only one tent for the three of them, not that they minded. They all seemed pretty close and the tent was a decent size. The tents were set up in a lopsided circle, the boy’s next to yours and you were thankful there was a few people stronger than you in case something happened.

Seeing your hesitancy to sleep alone, Chan offered you the baseball bat he kept in his car to accompany your measly pepper spray for protection.

“Don’t leave any food out, bears can smell it,” Jisung nonchalantly said, packing his leftovers into the sealed garbage bin. Your voice caught in your throat at the mention of bears possibly lurking around.

It was like Chan could read your mind. “Don’t worry, there’s no bears,” he whispered, nudging your arm gently and giving you a warm, dimpled smile. 

His words didn’t ease you. By the time the sun had completely set and everyone dispersed for the evening, you were practically shivering with anxiety. It didn’t help that no one else seemed to understand your worry. So you tucked into your sleeping bag with the bat within arm’s reach, unable to fall asleep.

Somewhere between tossing and turning and your mind racing with the different possibly exit strategies, a twig snapped outside and made you jump, causing a small squeal to escape your lips. Scrambling to slip your shoes on and a jacket, you clicked the flashlight onto the highest setting and grabbed the baseball bat. Your hands trembled as you unzipped your tent, hoping to get into one of your friend’s tents as quickly as possible.

Your feet stumbled onto the grass and the bat instinctively raised at ready position. Just as you turned to walk towards the other tents, another body moved and you jolted the bat back, winding up to swing.

“Whoa, whoa! Down, girl. It’s just me,” Chan said quietly, throwing up his hands in surrender. A relieved breath pushed past your lips.

“What the hell are you doing?! You scared the shit out of me.” Lowering the bat, you relaxed your stance and shone the flashlight in Chan’s face.

“Checking on you, I thought I heard you scream. Will you not point that in my eyes?” He squinted and covered his face from the bright LEDs, you muttered an apology and waved the beam around the floor. “Maybe I’ll let the bear eat you next time.”

Terror suddenly made your jaw chatter, “you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Chan scoffed playfully, turning his back to crawl into his own tent.

“W— wait— Chan?” The unusual stutter of your words had him pausing, body half in the tent and half outside. He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. “Will you stay with me?”

Blinking blankly, Chan stared straight ahead at you. He didn’t answer for a few moments, brain short circuiting because this person he’d just met a few hours ago was asking him sleep with them.

Well, not sleep with them— just sleep next to them. Shaking his thoughts out of the gutter, Chan nodded and secured his tent with his sleeping friends inside of it. You wrapped your arms around your body, scared as he made his way over to you. All he did was put his hand on the small of your back to guide you into the tent and you felt warmth instantly shoot through your body. 

“Oh wait, let me get my sleeping bag,” he said hushed as you were already getting back into your own. The thought of him leaving you alone was terrifying, making you reach out to grab his arm before he could leave the safety of your tent. There was a genuine terror in your eyes, making Chan nod and close the tent. “O— okay. Just hold on.”

The sleeping bag was expandable, knowledge you didn’t possess until he’d unzipped and rezipped it to fit two people. Chan waited for you to lay down first, unsure of what to do with himself because he’d only spoken to you this very same day. You faced away from him on your side, so he took that as a sign to lay on his back, unassuming in the way the back of your thighs touched his. He could feel your body warmth through his sweat pants, how were you so hot to the touch?

Against better judgement, Chan snuck a glance beneath the sleeping bag, seeing you in just shorts and a large shirt. He let out a deep sigh, and just as he did, your arm reached back, finding his. You pulled him to lay on his side behind you, draping his arm over your torso. His breathing hitched, holding it in until he was comfortably holding you.

Another glance below the covers, he took extreme notice of how closely your butt was to his crotch. Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, he thought to himself, imagining anything but your ass coming into contact with the half chub he was starting to involuntarily raise.

Your eyes were open, gripping tighter onto his arm and pulling him closer until you were flush against him, chest to your back and hips to your ass. Was it unnecessary? Sure. But Chan was hot, there was no denying it. And he seemed like he was the kind of guy that enjoyed saving the damsel in distress judging by how quickly he’d gotten up to see if you were okay when you screamed. He’d gotten into your tent with little to no convincing, it’d be a shame to pass up the opportunity to tease him a bit. 

His hand hovered over your stomach, unsure of where to touch, so you interlocked fingers, tugging him slightly upwards to rest just under your breasts. When you pushed your hips back just the slightest bit, you felt it. He was hard, incredibly so.

It was so unlike you, inviting a stranger into your bed. But maybe that was also what excited you. There were no strings attached, no feelings, you could enjoy yourself without having to worry about the aftermath.

That’s why when you heard Chan gasp at the contact, you didn’t stop. You pushed harder into his crotch and rubbed your ass over him, his grip on your hand tightening. The more you grinded back into him, the more confident he got, now absolutely sure of why he was here. So he propped himself onto his elbow, brushing your hair from your neck and leaning in, placing soft, experimental kisses to your skin. Unaware of his own neediness, Chan rubbed harder into your backside. 

The feeling of his lips ignited you and made the warmth in your stomach spread. He nipped at your neck again, growing hungrier and hungrier as his hips picked up speed. Turning your head just enough, you met his lips with the same fervor, only the sound of heavy breaths and the swapping of spit echoing in the tent. 

Chan untangled his hand from yours to bring it to the hemline of your shorts, tugging at them. It was rushed and slightly awkward, but you managed to get them down to your ankles. As soon as you did, Chan snuck his fingers towards your core, hot and wet from the second he agreed to stay with you.

His fingertips only grazed your clit and touch-deprived hole, making your body shudder. “Sensitive thing, aren’t you?” He whispered, voice deep with lust. You could only mewl in response, wanting more.

With the lightest touch, he flicked at your bundle of nerves, getting you to arch into his chest and whimper again. A dark chuckle erupted from his throat as Chan swiped some of your arousal, using it to spread over your pulsing mound. He played with you like this, legs instinctively spreading wider the more he rubbed circles into your clit with just the right amount of pressure, just the right speed. He alternated between gently biting onto your earlobe and whispering, “dirty girl. Letting a stranger touch you like this. You’re loving it, hm? Practically begging for me to fuck you.”

He pinched your clit between his fingers, getting you to moan louder. “Please,” the word all you could speak.

“You want that? Want me to fuck you here? Your friends might hear, y’know. They’ll know how badly you’ve wanted me all day.”

You mumbled an, “mhm,” followed by another moan.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” He circled your entrance, your hips lifting to give better access. Though, he only teased you, running them around the outside and making a mess of your essence.

“Fuck me, Chan. I know you wanna, too.”

Caught, he let out a guttural growl, shifting slightly to bite into the crook of your neck and plunge his fingers into you. Three digits, he was knuckles deep in your cunt and leaving bruising marks to whatever skin he could get his mouth on. You could only lean further into his body and let your jaw drop, mumbling his name as the heel of his palm nudged your clit and fingers picked up speed.

“More, don’t stop,” you pleaded, failing to keep a lid on your noises.

His fingers curled just right, doing exactly as you asked and not stopping until you crumbled. Obscene squelching and wet noises filled the tent as you came, Chan rubbing his palm into your clit through your high.

When you came down, he pulled his hand away and brought his fingers to his lips, sucking on them and letting go with a pop.

“Tastes like heaven. You’re gonna have to let me get more than a sample next time, babe.” Want shot through you again at the thought of a next time with him, the thought of his plump lips and fat tongue on your cunt instead.

“Are you—“

“On birth control, yes. Now c’mon.”

In a hurry did he pull down his sweats, just enough to get his cock out. He lazily pumped himself a few times before running the tip through your sopping folds from behind, lifting your leg for better access. Holding up your leg and keeping himself propped up left Chan with no hands, missing and sloppily playing with your aching cunt. You reached between your legs, arching your back to get his cock to slide into you. And when he did, oh how your eyes rolled back and the lewdest of moans escaped. Chan had to shut you up by towering over and smashing his lips into yours.

He bottomed out in a matter of moments, your walls slick with arousal and orgasmic bliss. But he stilled, just feeling how you convulsed and sucked him in deeper with every clench.

“Move,” you urged, grinding your ass into his hips harder. The tip of his cock just barely brushed against your sensitive spot, but not enough. It was hardly anything and Chan was too lost in the heat of your cunt, so much so that you took it upon yourself to buck back onto him, fucking yourself on his cock while he relished in the way your body moved. 

It must’ve looked pathetic, how eager you were to come that you wriggled in his grasp to get him to screw you.

“Please,” you cried in a more desperate manner, voice rising an octave or two.

Chan took the hint, sitting up straighter and resting your knee in the crook of his elbow. He rocked his hips slowly, testing both yours and his limits. It was too gentle, too soft how he took you. There was no way you’d be able to come again like this.

“I said fuck me, Chan.”

His hips stilled, lodged in your pussy. “Hm, I don’t know, pretty girl. Beg me again.”

“I’ve been begging,” your voice grew broken, gone.

“Say please just one more time.” The teasing tone in his words made you want to curse him for even toying with you while he was balls deep. But no matter, you still caved.

“Please fuck me harder.”

A satisfied chuckle left his lips, messily peppering a few kisses to your keep and neck. “See, was that so hard?”

You groaned, playfully annoyed until he pulled out. The sudden emptiness made you whine. But Chan had another idea, gently guiding you onto your stomach and hiking just your hips into the air, back arching to the heavens and face planted in hell. His large hands smoothed over the area of your ass cheeks, placing wet kisses to your back where your shirt had ridden up. Chan hastily pulled his sweats lower to get more comfortable and took hold of his cock again, sliding in and filling you once more.

Upon your moans filling the space, he took both your hands and pinned them behind your back, using them as leverage to pull out and thrust back in hard. Your ass rippled when his pelvis collided, cunt tightening around his cock and making Chan’s eyes roll back.

“God, you’re a fucking sight to see,” he uttered, unsure of whether or not he really meant to say his thoughts out loud. 

Steady, solid pounds he left as you whimpered into the sleeping bag. Much to your pleasure, Chan had a mouth on him.

“This ass, been staring at it all day. Those fucking leggings, lord have mercy. Wanted to bend you over the picnic table and fuck you right there, in front of everyone.” His admittance to wanting you just as badly made you cry out louder. “You like that? Putting on a show for all your friends to see? I know my friends would die to see this ass up close. Guess they’ll have to settle on hearing you scream my name.” Chan brought his hand up, bringing it back down to leave a smack on your ass cheek. 

You groaned into the comforter again, biting on it to keep from making too much noise. However, Chan wasn’t having it. He pulled the fabric from between your teeth and swiped your fair from your face. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let them hear how good I’m making you feel. Make them wish it them getting to fuck you this good, that it was them getting to cream around my cock.”

Cream, you did. Chan was fixated on it, the ring formed around the base of his cock every time he pulled and pushed into your quivering cunt. He couldn’t look away, too pleased with himself because it was proof of how good you felt.

Good was an understatement, you were fucking levitating. There was a numbness in your legs that could only have been caused by a good fucking, and Chan was there giving it to you. So yeah, you cried his name as he kept your arms bound behind you using only one of his large hands as makeshift handcuffs on your wrists, the other hand reaching around to circle your clit again. When the pads of his fingers made contact with the bundle of nerves, your body jolted forward, presenting your cream covered pussy even wider for Chan’s viewing pleasure.

Oh, did that sight go to his head. His hips stuttered deep into you, head falling back as he let himself breathily moan your name. The pause he put on finishing each other off was only for a moment, because then he stole his hand from your clit and pushed into the top of your ass, signaling for you to lay flat on your stomach.

That position was the beginning of his end. As soon as you were how he wanted, the build up of cream spread further up your ass cheeks, covering them as he somehow slid deeper into you. 

“Fuck,” he let out a deep sigh, letting go of your wrists. Chan took your hands with him as he leaned over your body, wanting to hold onto you somehow.

When he started to hammer into you again, your ass jiggled even more, slapping sounds bouncing off the waterproof fabric of the tent. If water couldn’t get in, then it couldn’t get out. The both of you were a sweaty, sticky, creamy mess, unable to get enough of one another. Chan’s hips practically bounced off your ass with every thrust, keeping a steady rhythm until his balls grew extremely heavy. 

“C— close,” you managed to mumble as your brain grew hazy with every smack of his skin on yours.

“Just a little longer, baby. Fuck, you’re so wet, so tight. So fucking good for me.” His assault didn’t cease, but it did get sloppier. 

His rhythm faltered, speeding up and turning into shallow thrusts to constantly make your butt ripple and the head of his cock nudge into the sensitive spot inside you. A few more minutes, a few more rough slaps of his big hand smacking against your skin, the smell of sex filling the tent and now both your and Chan’s pleasure filled moans probably scaring away every animal within a few yards of the campsite. He couldn’t stop, you felt too good around him, your pussy was begging to milk him dry. 

“Gon— gonna cum,” you whimpered breathlessly, hiding your face Chan’s hand that kept his weight up next to you. Your cunt squeezed and released at a relentless pace around his cock, spurring him into a frenzy to reach his release.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Let go, cream real good on my cock.” His permission allowed for you to relax into the pleasure, let it wash over you for a second time and bite into Chan’s wrist to muffle your moans— not that it did any good. You cried his name as white took over your vision and body turned into jelly beneath him. 

Limbs weak, you let Chan continue to pound into you from behind until he found his peak as well, burying into you with a deep sigh and soft call of your name, walls spasming and welcoming his seed.

Heavy breaths, Chan collapsed onto you, trying and failing not to let all his weight press you into the ground. Even though you were both a sweaty mess, he still found comfort in kissing the back of your neck, rubbing soothing circles into your hand and hip, cock still plugging your hole to keep his sperm from spilling out. 

“Probably don’t have to worry about bears anytime soon,” he mumbled into your skin, eyes closing at the comfort of your body’s natural scent.

“The only bear in my tent just fucked me six ways to Sunday.”

Both you and Chan began to drift off, feeling content and full with his body acting as a blanket. Just as you were falling into darkness, Jisung’s voice called out, “Hope you’re both done scaring the animals and traumatizing your friends.”

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A/N: I love doing requests. I feel like I write them better than coming up with ideas from scratch and idk why. but this was fun!! send me more :p

-momo < 3

[dead-dove-yandere]

I have another idea, but it would be a spoiled and clingy Princess with her dear childhood friend. I now have no way of elaborating on this idea, other than a Princess - 💙☺

Ooo, this is interesting because I have mentioned a few times about a Knight OC I never posted - maybe if I ever end up posting him, there could be some kind of crossover with him and the Princess? Idk lol Dead Dove Extended Universe confirmed

Anyway, I hope this is okay!! I really like historical stuff, especially Mediaeval and Victorian era my university dissertation was about Mediaeval monks and how their handwriting influenced modern letterforms and typography so this was very fun to write!!

OC Intro - Her Royal Highness, The Princess Theophania

Royal Yandere

Female ♡ 24 ♡ Human ♡ Princess

TW: Stalking, obsession, abuse of power, implied murder, reader is gender neutral as far as I could manage but it was kind of difficult since nobility titles and servant titles were very much gendered in the middle ages

♡ - You were fortunate - your mother working as a chambermaid in the castle and you being born around the same time as the princess meant that unlike most people who weren’t nobility, you got to spend time with Theophania.

♡ - You were childhood friends. Whenever she had a spare moment not taken up by her education, she’d run down to find you, and you’d both play whatever games you could think of until some tutor or the Queen dragged her off again.

♡ - She’d always smile at you, and even as children, as you looked at each other, you couldn’t help but wonder - what was the difference between royalty and the common folk? Why were they kept so separate?

♡ - As time went on and you both grew older, however, you two were kept separate more and more, the King finding it unbecoming that the princess spent her time with a commoner. Eventually, it got to the point where you never saw her anymore as she was kept locked away, learning the responsibilities that came with royalty.

♡ - It wasn’t until you were grown, and took up working as a servant yourself, that you saw her again - a banquet, held in honour of her reaching the age were she was ready to be married. You were stunned by her beauty as she stepped into the grand hall, luminous before all the guests. You doubted that she even remembered you existed.

♡ - But Theophania never forgot - as her eyes scanned the hundreds of people looking at her, she recognised you almost immediately even though you’d changed so much since you were children. She never forgave anyone that she’d been torn from you, and now she had influence of her own as a fully fledged royal, she was determined to use it to get to you.

♡ - The King brought in many suitors for Theophania to court, each bringing lavish gifts of fine silks, gold, furs, jewels, rare spices and fruits from the East, myrrh from the Holy Land, or rare texts, all in hopes of winning Theophania over. Knights, nobles, princes and kings from other kingdoms all came to try their luck at being betrothed to Theophania, but all were rejected.

♡ - Theophania was determined her marriage shouldn’t be one of political convenience. She wanted a love match, and she wanted you, but she knew the King would never allow her to marry a commoner. So she had to get creative.

♡ - There was a great deal of controversy and outrage when, out of nowhere, she asked for you to serve as her chamberlain, getting rid of her old one. You could hardly believe it yourself - did she really remember you?

♡ - You struggled to get used to your new duties, helping her get dressed, stoking fires to keep her warm, bringing her things to eat, cleaning her chambers, yet she was very forgiving of you when you did make a mistake. She never mentioned the time you spent together as children, though, making you wonder if she really did recall.

♡ - More suitors tried for her hand in marriage, and the King was becoming impatient, ready to begin forcing her to marry one. But that’s when they began to mysteriously die.

♡ - Everytime a new suitor came, he was discovered the next morning, dead. No one could work out how they died, and rumours began to spread that the Princess was cursed.

♡ - The many gifts from her dead suitors stayed stashed in her room, and after spying you admiring them, she gave you a wicked smile, and offered them to you. You declined at first - it was illegal for a commoner to own such finery, and besides, you couldn’t have read any of the book anyway with no education of your own. But Theophania insisted.

♡ - She fed you sweetmeats and quinces and fruit dusted in beautiful spices the likes of which you’d never tasted. She draped you in furs when you were cold and silks when you were warm and demanded that anyone who objected leave you alone before they were executed. She patiently sat next to you, teaching you how to read and scribe with a quill, so that you could be educated.

♡ - Little by little, you began to look less like a servant and more like a noble - completely changing over the course of months.

♡ - Suddenly, the King mysteriously began to get ill, a terrible sickness worsening with each passing day. It looked as though he may die soon - but Theophania was oddly calm.

♡ - With no brothers to speak of, nor a husband, she’d be next to inherit the throne, and as the King became too weak to rule, she had to take on the mantle of Regent Queen, making her the most powerful in the Kingdom.

♡ - With no one left to challenge her, she turns to you, a saccharine smile on her face. “My beloved servant - Now I am Queen, how would you like to be gifted a Dukedom?”

♡ - After all, she couldn’t marry a commoner - but nobility was more than acceptable.

Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post

[starysky1289]

stepsis + corruption kink? vanessa starts gentle then edges reader?

Ooo I’ve never written corruption kink ( atleast on purpose) so this’ll be fun!!! This is kinda like, soft curruption but it still works

StepSis!Vanessa X Reader. First time for everything.

It had only been a week since your mom had married William. You had gotten to know him better, but he was a quiet man, he never spoke much. His daughter, your new step-sister, she was rather different.

Vanessa Afton, her name was. She was taller than you, with that gorgeous blonde hair that you’d only see on models. She was a pleasure to talk to whenever she was over. But there you where, sitting in your old room at your parents house, you told your mom you’d stay for a bit to get to know Will better, but as of right now neither where in the house right now.

You scrolled through your phone, bored as hell, until you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You got up, and made your way downstairs, looking out the window to check who it was, Vanessa. You quickly opened the door, smiling softly.

“ H-hey! Vanessa! Didn’t expect you over. “

“ wanted to drop by on the newlyweds, where are they? “

“ oh uhm, there out shopping. You can come in though, if you’d like. I’m sure they’ll be home soon. “

You opened the door wider for her, welcoming her in. She kicked her shoes off at the door, and graciously waltzed in. You shut the door behind her, sitting besides her on the couch, only a few inches away, you could feel your stomach twisting almost instantly.

“ s-so…how’s policing been? Anything good..? “

“ it’s been good. Ya know, one minute your putting some drunk dude in a cell, next your handing out parking tickets. Always something. “

You chuckled quietly, staring down at your feet. Something about her made you warm, fuzzy, made you want something more than just a casual conversation.

“ Are you alright Y/N? You’re looking kinda red…”

Vanessa asked softly, feeling your forehead with the back of your palm. You practically squirmed in your seat, god what were you doing? Attracted to your stepsister?

“ I-I’m fine it’s just..warm in here…”

“ Y/N…are you sure you’re ok? “

She held your face with her palm, her green eyes staring into yours. You couldn’t speak, you were too stunned by her, how she held you. All you wanted to do at this point was kiss her, pull her ontop of you and let her have her way with you.

“ i-i….Vanessa I just….i can’t be around you…”

“ why? Y/N what’s wrong…I’m worried…”

“ y-your so..beautiful and gorgeous….i-i…”

You stood up quickly, holding the bottom of your shirt in fisted up bunches. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, but you knew she was worried.

“ Y-you should stay down here till our parents come back, I’ll be in my room. “

“ Y/N wait- “

You quickly walked upstaires, your eyes only focused on the ground. This was stupid, how could you let that slip up, she’d hate you now.

You slammed the door behind you, imeadiatly sitting against it. You were acting like a baby, like a child. You shouldn’t grow up and get over your stupid feelings but you let them consume you, let them make you feel these ways over your own Stepsister. It’s not like she was your sister sister, but it still felt just as bad.

“ Y/N…can we talk..? “

It was Vanessa, her voice was hushed, she was trying not to freak you out again. She knocked, and you sighed, getting up and slowly opening the door, just enough to stick your head out.

“ I-I’m sorry..”

“ no, don’t be. Will you explain what’s wrong, and we can talk this out. “

You opened the door more, Vanessa leaned against the doorway, giving you a soft comforting look. You squeezed your own hand, you were in it now, nothing else you could do.

“ e-ever sense we…first met…I..I just…something happens in me around you….y-you’re just so pretty and s-smart…but you’re also my sister s-so I’ve gotta grow up and stop this…”

“…you like me, huh? “

You only nodded, you couldn’t make yourself look at her. You felt her gentle hand pull your face to face her, her eyes gently gazing into yours.

“ you hate me…think I’m weird…”

“ no…i think…”

Vanessa moved her hands down to your side, pressing her forehead against yours.

“ I think you’re charming, and kind, and beautiful…and…I like you too..”

She pulled you into her, and kissed you gently. You blushed profusely, akwardly chuckling as she pulled back.

“ N-nessy I- “

“ you can keep a secret, can you? “

“ yeah..”

Vanessa moved her hands lower, as they gently grazed your rear, and dragging them back up to your sides.

“ then why can’t we just keep this our secret…? “

“ a-are you sure though..? I don’t wanna…make you uncomfortable..”

“ I’ve had eyes on you sense we meet…I just didn’t know you did too…please..”

You smile gently and nod, pulling her in and kissing her again, longer this time. Vanessa stepped into your room, keeping you against her as she kicked the door close. She held your face as you kissed, letting her tongues press against eachothers.

“ O-oh Vanessa…”

“ are you a virgin, sweetheart? “

You felt yourself grow warm again at her question and nodded. Vanessa snickered, holding your face.

“ use your words baby. “

“ I-i am…I’m still a virgin…”

She smirked, pushing you onto the bed. You sat on the edge, your legs instinctively spread. Vanessa sat next to you, kissing you as she worked her hands up your clothes thighs.

“ N-nessy…”

“ shh…breaking a virgins the fun part of all relationships…besides…there’s a first for everything. Even fucking my stepsister. ”

“ you’ve done it before?…t-the virginity thing…“

“ a really old fling. Don’t worry…I’ve got you…”

Vanessa gently stripped you of your pants and undergarments, leaving your lower half bare. You were already soaked as she gently traced your folds, you gripped the bedsheets as she pulled you into a gentle kiss.

“ you’ll be good right? Keep quiet incase they come home? “

“ y-yes nessa…”

“ good girl…”

She gently slid her middle finger into you, holding your hand with her open hand. She would get into a steady rhythm, moving it in and out gently to get you used to her. You let out small quiet moans, trying your best not to show how ruined you already were becoming.

“ is that good? Feel good Y/N? “

“ F-feels…feels s’good. Oh v-Vanessa…”

She slowly gave you another finger, giving you gentle kisses down your neck. You moaned louder, biting your lip to desperately try and appease her.

“ doing so good…taking my fingers so well…”

“ I-i wanna be good…Good for you Vanessa…”

She chuckled, pressing a thumb against your clot and rubbing it gently. You threw your head back, moaning into the open air, eventually Vanessa pulled out, focusing only on your clit.

“ N-nessy no…g-go back…”

“ you’ve waited for me for this long…you can wait a little longer. You’ll still cum baby, don’t worry~ “

She pulled you into her, kissing your neck gently. Her fingers ran through your hair, making you whimper slightly. She was all over you, owning you like a pretty pup.

“ N-nessy please…oh I’m so close. “

“ a bit longer Y/N. I wanna make it feel good for you…cmon..why don’t you tell me some pretty little fantasy’s you’ve had about me. There’s no way you haven’t with how you’re acting. “

You burried yourself into her shoulder with her words. She wouldn’t stop unless you said something, and the build was destroying you.

“ I-I…I fucked my hand the other night…thinking it was you taking me from behind…u-using me…nessy…”

“ aww…I bet you’d love that huh? Just a little more Y/N. “

She slammed back into you, this time with three fingers, and using her open hand to cover your mouth. You could hear your parents pulling in from your room, as you tried to have Vanessa get off.

“ no your not. You’ll get to cum, just a little longer baby come on…”

“ Y/N? Vanessa, you two up here? “

Vanessa cleared her throat before responding to your mother.

“ Yes Mrs. L/N!! Y/N is just showing me something, we’ll be down in a few! “

She went back to you, fucking your throat with two fingers to keep you silent. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and with one finally kiss to your neck, she relaxed you.

“ go on baby, cum for me. Cum for me and be the pretty girl I know you can be. “

You would have screamed in pleasure if you could, but you choked yourself down on Vanessa fingers, groaning as you rode your high out.

“ shh..shh…so good for me…breath honey..”

She removed her fingers from your mouth and hole, letting you lean against her. You felt warm and fuzzy, you wanted to have her hold you all day.

“ so..do i get to take you out for dinner tonight Y/N?“

“ y-yeah…you can…”

Vanessa kissed your forehead, and helped you back into your pants. She stood you up and helped you settle onto your feet.

“ I love you v-Vanessa…”

“ shh…I love you too…you ok? “

You hugged her tightly, nuzzling into her one more time, before standing back up, opening the door and walking out.

“ I’m ok. Better than I could be. “

[yorshie]

A Day in the Lair

Bayverse turtles x femreader (No Y/N)

summary/warnings: SFW. A day in the lair for reader with her favorite turtles. Hm... is it just me or are they planning a surprise behind her back? A bit more on the nose with the relationships in this one. Set in 2023 (turtles 24-25)

Tags: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou

The lair was the best place to be on the weekends.

The music was already on when you entered, a sure sign that everyone was in a good mood. Dumping your bag in an empty chair, you took the moment alone to sway at the deep bass, wondering if Mikey or Donnie had chosen the shake remixes. 

A warm hand slid up your arm, a bulky body following to press up against your back as Mikey started to sway in time with your movements. “Sweetie Pie! There you are!” His free arm snaked around your waist, keeping you close as he moved you both through an impromptu series of steps, pulling a bubbly laugh out of you.

You smiled at the new nickname. Every few weeks it seemed like he was trying out a new one for you. He once said he liked the way your face lit up whenever he surprised you with a change, and bonus points if it made his brothers cringe noticeably. 

“You ready for some fun?” He asked, twirling you out before returning your back to his front, holding your arms aloft and shaking them side to side when the music switched to vocals. 

“Hm… did you guys have something planned? Donnie was being purposefully cryptic in his word choices when he called earlier.”

Mikey let out a little high pitched laugh, a sure sign that something was afoot and he had been sent out first to keep you distracted. Amused, you tilted your head to the side, raising a brow to give him a look that had him giving a short, whistled tune, practically hopping you both side to side, shell blocking you from seeing the rest of the room.

It made you laugh, these giant dorks, somehow saving the world more than twice, taking on terrorists and aliens, but unable to hide from you they were sneaking something literally behind your back.

But a new song came on, and you felt the shivered beat in your bones, and so you looped your elbows over Mikey’s, laid back against his chest, and let him lead you through movements just shy of being inappropriate. When you took a half step too far, his larger foot was there, thigh hard against the outside of your hip as he swayed you both to the side in a move you were sure you’d seen in the dojo.

“Ooo, you’re ok. Mikey’s got ya.” You could feel his smile against your ear, before his head turned again, likely checking to see if the coast was clear yet.

You snorted. “Something distracting you from the here and now, Angelo?”

One hand moved, wrapping around your waist as a slower, deeper song started. “What?” Two steps forward, your smaller feet practically on top of his own. “Nah, with you in my arms?” He lifted you up, arm coming up under your butt as he hopped the railing around the kitchen, taking you closer to the wall of boomboxes and away from the entrance. 

Now, he let you out of his hold briefly, twirling you around, grip firm when he slipped his arm low on your back to keep you from spilling over. “Oof. Little dizzy, baby?”

You hummed, let him use the excuse to reel you back in, your hand not trapped in his own looping up in the space between his neck and shell. “Maybe. But I don’t think my dance partner minds.”

Mikey’s dimples flashed at either corner of his wide smile. “Naw, the dizzier you are, the tighter you hold onto me.”

“Flirt." You accused, going along with his movements, delighting in the little shiver the deep hum in his chest caused. 

“Faster song’s comin’. Think you can keep up?”

At your nod, he let you have a little more room, legs offset, the hard edge of his plastron a line for you to lean against. You pressed a little kiss to the bicep next to your face just to hear Mikey coo, before you were following his lead through the steps, letting him take your weight when you became too dizzy. By the end of it you were practically held aloft, breathless and feeling butterflies tickling your stomach, though he didn’t seem anywhere close to complaining.

“Wow, you two’ve been practicing.” Donnie, standing stock still at the edge of your impromptu dance floor, wide smile plastered to his mouth. When you gave him your attention, amused, he jerked his head in a not subtle manner, and Mikey twirled you out of his arms and over to his brother. 

“Hey, baby, there’s something I gotta go do. Do you mind, uh, helping Donnie with-”

But you were already waving him on, knowing you’d be able to make him crack if you wanted, but there was something so sweet about what they were doing, and so funny about how badly they were going about it. 

“It’s fine, Mikey, are you kidding me? I get some Donnie time?” You shimmied over to stand in front of him, craning your head to watch his smile turn more natural, his eyes soften.

Michelangelo was already gone, but his tallest brother let you take his hand, let you pull him through a few swaying steps as he corralled you into his lab and further away from the others.

“So, Dee.” You sidled into his space, hearing the dull thud of his carapace nicking the edge of the table as he corrected his stance. You wrapped your arms around his middle, laid your upturn chin on his plastron, and batted your eyes. “What have you guys been up to?”

If it was possible, he turned into a steel beam in your arms, his muscles going from pliably relaxed to rigid under your grip. “What? Nothing- that is, we’ve been up to nothing.”

“Oh, you poor baby.” You grinned, planted a kiss to his chest, his arms finally coming up to hold you back. “I was hoping you’d give me a tour of all the experiments you’ve got going on right now, but since you’ve been up to nothing-” You let your lower lip tic out before drumming your fingers across his shell.

His eyes lit up, roved between you and the bits and bobs he had laid out across his main workstation, before the tone caught up with him, and he refocused on your upturn face, suspicion written in the wrinkle between his eyes. 

Your lips were pressed together, in an effort not to laugh at his adorableness. He pet the small of your back with even strokes, content to hold you for a moment before whatever thought crossed his mind pulled another smile.

He sighed dramatically and readjusted his grip, jostling you as he leaned back and hooked an ankle under his chair to pull it closer. “Alas, I hear the voice of Admiral Ackbar in the back of my head.”

“Oh do you?” You went along with his direction, sitting in his chair, one leg under you and the other bent so you could hug it. You let Donnie sway the chair back and forth with his foot, content to steal his spot as long as he kept that pleased expression on his face. “And what wisdom does the famous admiral have to impart?”

Donnie gave that cute, little chuckle, reaching over to the large red button beneath his monitors and giving it a hearty slap. A loud voice blared out ITS A TRAP and he picked it up, giving it a little twirl before he looked at you expectantly.

You held a hand to your chest, splayed it out wide in mock offense. “A trap?? I would never.”

Donnie gave that chuckle again, this time with a little snort, as he grabbed the sides of the chair and gave you a sharp spin for your lie. “All the pretty girls are traps, love.”

You mimicked the high pitched sound he often made when he was happy, making him huff in amusement before he hopped on the back of the chair, one leg pushing it in the direction he wanted as you both scooted around the lab. 

“I could show you how the underground garden is going, or we could look at the Tesla coil?”

“Hm, maybe the one that’s least likely to end with a trip to the emergency room.”

“Yea, I’d hate to die if Leo caught you over the safety line again.” He said in mock seriousness, and his foot clipped out, hooked around the leg of a table, and the chair turned for the growing room door.

Inside, the grow lights were set high above, on a Northern Hemisphere June cycle Donnie had once explained, and below in orderly rows, vegetables and fruit trees grew. As he led you through the aisles, explaining the different things he was growing, experimenting with, you reached up, threading your fingers with his. 

“Hm, wait a moment.” One hand slipped free, and he stopped the chair, leaning to the side towards a bush overhanging its bed. When he saw you sit up to help, he waved you back into your relaxed position. “No, no, let me. There’s thorns.” 

You restarted the tour with a lap full of blackberries, holding one up every now and then for Donnie to steal from your fingers. If he took advantage to nip your fingers, you were careful not to call him out for it.

Leo found you both in the citrus row, Donnie using your lap as a makeshift bowl for a few lemons he had decided look ripe enough to move to the kitchen.

“Oh, hey, Leo,” Donnie swayed as he turned the heavy pots in quarter turns, making sure each tree had access to water while you watched bemused, hands full of fruit. “Is it time already?”

“Time to swap.” Leo answered, and you rolled your eyes in humor, standing and setting the lemons back in the warm divot of the seat. 

“Oh, no, not another sketchy human transfer.” You teased, wrapping your arms around Donnie in farewell. You could feel his grin in your hair, taking a moment to rub his snout against you before he let go.

“I shall miss you, be good for Leo.” He intoned, mock serious, his lips twitching when Leo only shook his head and touched your arm.

“Yes, Mom!” You told him, turning at the slight pressure, letting Leo lead you out of the garden and back through Donnie’s Lab.

“So,” You asked, clasping your hands behind your back, skipping to plant yourself in front of him. “Can I ask what’s going on?”

“No.” Leo said simply, shaking his head when you started walking backwards. His large hands came up automatically to nudge you away from obstacles. “I need your help with something, though.”

“Ri-ight.” You drew out the word, giving him a wink what earned you a fond huff and a dip of his head. You could tell he was leading you towards the back of the Lair, where the bedrooms are. He took your arm in a careful grip to traverse the stairs, urging you to turn so you would trip over the raised door frame when you entered his room.

Everything was clean, in its usual spot, but there was a small clutter of objects in the center of the floor. You sat down next to the project, folding your legs up under you to mirror Leo as he sank to the floor next to you. He somehow made the movement graceful while you were still pulling one of your feet up and under your thigh, waiting patiently until you were settled to hand you something.

It was a pressed flower, inky purple and still vibrant despite its crinkly nature, and you turned it slowly, letting the low light catch on the color. 

“Leo, where’d you get a hollyhock?” You asked, watching as he carefully set down a sheet of glass and nodded at the flower in your hand, letting you set it flat on the surface before answering.

“I  accidentally let a flower shop owner see me a little bit ago, and they’ve started setting out old flowers that didn’t sell for me to take.” He paused. “I think she thinks she’s feeding me.”

You snorted in laughter at the look on his face. “Ah, maybe she’s trying to woo you. Is she pretty?”

He gave you a look, deep blue peeking up from under his lowered head, and you pressed your lips together to keep from laughing at the ‘done with your shit’ expression. “One, she’s close to eighty. Secondly-” you cut him off, reaching for another flower, pressing your whole arm against him before letting your lips rest against the curve of his deltoid. 

“I’m teasing you, Leo.” You retreated, holding the much bigger flower up for inspection while he openly watched you. 

“Well… good.” You could tell you knocked him off his train of thought, so you only hummed an answer, moving to set the faded pink rose a little above the hollyhock.

He handed you the next one, another hollyhock, before he started shifting through the flowers, clearly looking for ones that fit in with the others. You waited patiently as he handed them out slowly, until you realized you had sprigs of apple blossom and fern in your hands, and he was pressing the delicate red petals of salvia on the glass so they stuck.

He looked up as you paused, a question in his eyes, but you only smiled, set the two bundles down before taking the vine of morning glory he handed out. “Did this come from the flower shop, too?”

“Uh, that one-” He preoccupied himself with the piles of dried flowers, which you could now see were parceled out in three even stacks. Your heart melted at the sight, but you only twirled the vine of pink flowers, waiting. 

He finally looked up at you, huffing at being caught. “That one I found.”

You hummed at him, before setting it down on the glass, starting to arrange the foliage so the little pops of color caught the eye. “Well- they’re pretty, you know?”

“I thought so too.” He was setting out another pane of glass on his floor, so you slid the completed one to the side, a little eager to see what he handed you this time.

Baby’s breath. He handed you two full blooms, another in his hand, and had the audacity to smile at you. “I thought we’d make a few, hang them up in the main room.” 

You tapped down the well of warmth in your chest, set the flowers down next to his own to make an arc. “I like that idea.” 

He handed you dill, coriander and thyme, the smell of the herbs stronger than the blooms, and you let out a little ‘few’ at the smell, pulling a chuckle from him as he pressed daisy flowers and white carnation into the greenery. He let you have full control on the third panel, only handing you the flowers, watching your face at you set them all out.

Ivy, faded hyacinth with just a hint of blue still left in the petals, cheery white clover, tiny forget-me-not, more salvia but blue this time, and yarrow in big, faded pink and yellow bunches. You were just tucking the flowers into the fern when a knock at the door sounded, and Raph stuck his head in.

“Ah, he’s got you playing with flowers, princess?”

You upticked your cheek, catching the look Leo threw his brother, and patted his knee in comfort. There was little doubt in your mind that Raph saw anything beyond the obvious fact that you two were pressing flowers.

He jerked his head back towards the lair, leaning on the doorframe and giving you that slow smirk. “Thought you might want to go for a walk, let Fearless here finish up his uh- well, finish up what he needs to do.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Smooth, Raph, smooth.”

“Smoother than you, jerk.” Raph puffed up, and you stood quickly, waving your hands to keep them from continuing the brewing argument. 

“Alright, alright, let’s go.” You let Leo squeeze your hand as you left with Raph, only pausing to watch him start to place glass over the arrangement’s before the red banded brother called to you in reminder:

“Let’s go, princess!” 

“Coming, coming!” You called, giving Leo a little wave when he looked up at the sound of your voice. You pretended not to see Donnie and Mikey with their backs to you in the doorway of the Lab, arms akimbo and whispering as they clearly struggled with something.

Raph led you out the back way, unlocking the circular door and leaving it propped open. “C’mere, sweetheart, we’re going for a bit of a jog.” 

He held open his arms, and you went readily, curling up against his shoulder and letting him hook your legs over the bend of his other elbow. 

He took you up to a larger tunnel with a waterway in the middle, steps slow and even once the path leveled out. 

“This is nice, that we can do stuff like this now, without the sewer smell.” You commented, leaning to watch the water flow on it’s way back from treatment. 

“Yea, we upgraded from sewer to water intake.” He joked, arms curling in tighter when you tapped his shoulder to be let down. “Let me hold you for just a little longer, princess. Everyone else got to have you close.”

“I thought I was just messing around with flowers with Leo, Red?”

Raph barked out a laugh. “He made the mistake of leaving that little book out. We all know exactly what he was up to.” 

“Shh.” You poked his side. “Just because Leo prefers to be romantic doesn’t mean you should make fun of him.”

“You mean Fearless likes to beat around the bush.” He snipped, clutching you tighter for a moment before throwing you up in retaliation for poking him. 

You had one moment of weightless breathlessness before his arms caught you again, and you laughed to realize you hadn’t even had time to yelp. 

“I’d rather just come out n’ say it.” He groused, and you interlaced your hands, set them on his shoulders and gave a practiced simper. 

“Hm?” He hummed, when he clocked the movement. “Oh, did you want something from me?” His muscles tensed, and this time you had a second to balk before you were up in the air again. This time, he threw you higher, and you had enough time to yelp in fright before you were once more in his arms.

“Sides,” he continued, as if you weren’t red and flustered in his grip, “he ain’t the only one that’s romantic.” As if to back up this point, he stopped and dropped his snout into your personal space.

His snout touched your nose, and you went a little crosseyed as he rumbled, “you just gotta know how to get your girl going, that’s all.” 

Heat flared low, and you stuttered, not at all immune to the way he cooed at your silence.

“Hm, nothin’ to say? Thought you were lookin for something. But if not?” He gave an easy shrug to go along with his shit eating grin, and straightened back out.

You were left red faced, blinking repeatedly, before you visibly startled. Raph’s booming laugh echoed back from the walls when you pinched his arm and sulked.

“Alright, alright, c’mere.” He ducked back, and you squirmed, not buying it, so when he blew a raspberry on your cheek before kissing it you were prepared.

You were nearing the end of the tunnel when he spoke again. “You could beat around the bush a little less, too, ya know?” He gave you a side look from under his brow ridges, slightly goading.

“Oh?” You mirrored the look, knew you fell short compared to him. “You need a little more verbal confirmation, Raph?”

“I wouldn’t say no to a little more than verbal, princess.” He leered, and you openly rolled your eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He acted like he would toss you again for the cheek, causing you to scramble and hold tighter, before he chuckled. The sound carried through his chest and settled against your bones, comforting.

“I do, you know.” You said when you neared the door again, and he looked down at you in question. “Love you.”

He smiled, a little bashful, but touched foreheads with you all the same. “I know.”

He whisked you back inside before you could comment, let you slide down out of his grip and pad into the main room on your own volition. “Alright, alright, so what have you guys been sneaking around with?”

Silence, and you turned, looking for the suddenly missing red banded turtle. “Raph?” You spun around, hands on your hips, looking. “Guys?”

A tinkle off to the side, that you pinged as Mikey stifling a chuckle, and you pursed your lips, rounded in a sway to head towards the noise.

“SURPRISE!”

You knew it was coming, but still had to clap your hands to your chest to hold your heart in place. Streamers popped, confetti billowed out, and you laughed to see them all wearing party hats, Mikey supporting a layered cake. They laughed at your reaction before spilling forward towards you.

Donnie took the cake from Mikey, holding it up high above your heads so the youngest could sweep you up in a hug. “Happy anniversary, babycakes!”

That was not the word you were expecting. “Anniversary?”

“Yeah,” Raph tapped Mikey in a silent ‘share the hugs’ message, and took his turn, pressing you up against his side before Leo could cut in. “The day we met, remember?”

You laughed, holding onto his side, but when he stiffened at the sound you went to Leo, curling up under his arm to hug him as well before explaining. “I remember. I was expecting something else.”

“What were you expecting?” Donnie asked, passing the cake to Mikey as he took his turn, and you hummed, trying to buy time.

“Well, uh,” you stepped back, grinning at their waiting faces, “its- kinda - it’s my birthday, ya know?”

It’s a good thing they were ninjas, because Leo’s quick reflexes were the only thing that saved the cake when Mikey’s arms went limp with shock.

“It’s your birthday?” Mikey whispered, sounding betrayed, and you gave them all a sheepish look.

“Yea, I don’t know how that didn’t ever come up.”

They all made various noises of annoyance at that, Raphael’s deepening into something more tee’d at the little grin and shrug of shoulders you gave them.

“Surprise?” You asked, holding up your hands, but your declaration was met with stony silence.

“We’re gonna need more food.” Donnie suddenly turned about face, phone already out.

“Wait- don’t.” You started, but you were back in Raph’s arms before you could protest, only able to watch them scurry off from your high vantage. “Annnnd- they’re gone.”

“Leo’s gone to get candles for the cake.” Raph stated. “Mikey, probably to grab the pizza he planned for later. Donnie, eh, who knows.” He shrugged, and started walking with you to the living room area.

“But I’m fine with just cake!” You laughed, exasperated.

“Well, we’re not. Jesus, sweetheart, you didn’t think to tell us it was your birthday?”

“I don’t know, I thought you guys knew?” You shrugged in his grip, craning over his shoulder and shell in an effort to see where the others had gone. “I kinda thought that’s what you guys were up to- I just wanted to not spoil all the hard work.”

When you turned back to him, Raph had a put upon expression, and you knew he was corralling his emotions. So you gave him your sweetest smile, the one that always got you out of trouble. It succeeded in pulling a huff of air from him, which was as close to a laugh as you’d get in that moment. 

He dumped you on the couch with a very pointed finger jab that conveyed ‘sit, stay’ and you held up your hands in a show of surrender, leaning back and settling in to do just what he wanted. He stalked off, turning dramatically halfway across the Lair as though to catch you in the act of leaving your assigned seat.

You waved cheekily, and blew a kiss which earned an eye roll.

Mikey returned first, balancing a box of pizzas and what suspiciously looked like easter themed candy. He set the bags down on the ginormous metal door turned coffee table that Donnie had welded legs to, and bopped off again. You watched him dig through the bookshelves of DVDs in search of something, until Donnie reappearing captured your focus. 

He had bags of take out, the cheery logo on the side proclaiming your favorite diner, and without thinking you made grabby hands towards the bag. He snorted, swatting away your reaching hands to set it on the table, sliding it out of your reach when you scooted forward to peek. 

Donnie set a long finger against the middle of your forehead, pressing you back in the seat with a fond, amused look at your grumblings. “Wait at least until everyone gets back.” 

You flopped back dramatically, already smelling your favorite smells wafting from the containers, but he only chuckled, slouching down to set his shell into the giant bean bag beside the couch. 

Leo brought back the cake, a pack of candles in his other hand, and he eyed you before opening the package and frowning at them. You snorted at his hesitance, gesturing for him to pas the package over before handing him back the correct amount. 

“Oh I see you’ve turned 21 a few times there, love.” Donnie quipped from his beanbag, and you reacted on instinct, snapping a pillow into his face with deadly precision. He took it to the snout, hands rising up too late to do anything other than clutch the projectile.

Leo huffed a laugh, raising a finger and straightening to intone in a falsely wizened voice, “a ninja never comments on a lady’s age.” 

“That’s a gentleman, Leo. Ninja’s are ‘don’t let the lady catch you in her bedroom’,” came Donnie’s muffled answer.

“Who’s catching who in the bedroom?” Mikey asked, setting a small stack of DVDs down on the rapidly disappearing table as he squeezed in next to you, stealing another hug before wedging his shell against the arm of the couch.

You leaned back against Mikey, letting him wrap a bulky arm around you and pull you closer. You both watched as Leo painstakingly added the little candles to the cake, before Mikey made a small, regretful noise next to your ear.

“Man, we couldn’t get you presents-”

“What makes you think this isn’t a present?” You asked, amused, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze. “I have all I’ll ever need, right in this room.”

“Mikey’d be a shitty present, he farts in his sleep.” Raph sassed, stepping into the living room area with what looked like his whole stash of soda and chocolate. 

“Hey!” Mikey protested, and when Raph went to sit on the couch next to you he lifted you up high, determined to keep you for himself. “Jokes on you now, you get no cuddles.”

“Oh, no, how will I ever-” he struck out, fast, belting the side of his closed fist against his brother’s plastron and catching you when Mikey let go reflexively with an oooofff and depositing you between them again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Leo looked up from where he was finishing lighting candles, slid the cake over so it was right in front of you. “Alright, time to make a wish.”

“Can I wish for-”

Donnie made some rushed sound, cutting you off, and you all turned to him, confused for a beat before Mikey caught on. 

“Can’t tell us, babes, else it won’t come true.”

You rolled your eyes fondly, taking a moment to glance at each of them. Donnie had leaned forward, smooshed the bean bag down to create a faux back to balance on as he watched the sparkle of the little flames. You caught Raph sticking a finger out, stealing a bit of icing when he thought no one was paying attention and popping it into his mouth. Mikey had snuck his hand into yours again, fingers engulfing your own while smiling. Leo had leaned his elbows against the coffee table, opposite you, bright eyes trailing between your face and the cake.

You knew what your wish would be, and you leaned forward without hesitation, determined to extinguish every candle on the first try.

[sg-l]

Ooo ooo ooo I have one that ISN'T gojo related hehe

Since Lance (Mashle) is such a stress monkey and is always busy trying to improve....what does he do to relax? Or what do you/reader provide to get him to relax?? (Your choice of sfw or nsfw response hehe)

𝐋. 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

A/N・not Gojo so exactly the only other character I've written about at all on this blog, got it😂 Tags・sfw & nsfw headcanons, fem/dom!Reader, pegging, anal fingering, creampie(s), sex toys, unedited

sfw・headcanons

baking! flour, sugar, eggs 'n whisking it!

loves to bake together and never ever ever forget the matching aprons

doesn't mind if you sit on the counter while he bakes or he sits pretty on the counter while you bake, Lance just enjoys being in the kitchen together

plus the stove is warm he's part cat I think

he's got this really cute, albeit well ripped and worn, leather bound notebook that is not just a journal. No no no Lance personally made himself a crossword puzzle book that he puts the puzzles in himself

real hard days he will sit in your lap and work on new puzzles to put into his notebook

which he'll put in one day, forget the journal exists and then three months later has a handy dandy journal of crossword puzzles he can't remember and does them all over again - in you lap of course

that being said your touch is a huge source of comfort and relief to him

burrito him in a very soft blanket and give him all the squeezes like you're trying to squeeze the life out of him

you're actually squeezing the stress out it's scientifically proven

smooches on the forehead right between his eyebrows when you push up his hair is like putting new batteries in a flashlight and works every time and on short notice

abuse the kissing privilege even when he's grumpy because it always works

nsfw・headcanons

ADULT CONTENT・by clicking [read more] you are agreeing to being 18+ when viewing this content

vividly describe the most animalistic and carnal desires you want to act out with him...and then act them out

dirty talk puts him in a blank headspace that Lance very rarely knows

it's all the blood rushing to his dick but hush he doesn't know that

absolutely can be yanked right out of the post study stress funk by whispering utter filth in his ear and how you plan on doing it to him

a little kiss of his ear, some light breathing against his cheek and a finger down his spine makes the wizard magically turn into a pile of goo

did you forget the "abuse the kissing privilege" in the above steps? well don't

doesn't matter what you're doing to help him destress make sure your lips are on his

belly down, ass up while you stir up his insides with your fingers or prep him with a slimy toy? make sure you're kissing the corner of his mouth while you do it

folding Lance in half or watching his cock bounce while his guts are rearranged by the fun of your silicone cock filling him up? grab a fistful of that blue hair and mash your lips onto his

overstimming his glistening cock head by riding him to the point of babbling nonsense coming from his lips? muffle it with your tongue down his throat and your lips sealed to his

draining him of every last drop of cum until it's drooling from your cunt or stuffing his cute little hole with loads and loads of cum lube? yep you guessed it, kiss him until he can't remember his name

Lance can and will overcome most stress if you tell him you're gonna fuck him like a good little toy and kiss him like a whore on top of it

[mwahkazu]

also. do you think kazhua would be ticklish

-rin

ooo ticklish kazuha? rin really out here feeding into my kazuha brainrots…don’t get me started at 12am now…but i mean if you insist—

incoming (ticklish) bf kazuha headcanons:

as for whether or not kazuha would be ticklish, my answer to that question is, yes…BUT hear me out. let me cook👀

he’s very much a words of affirmation and quality time love language kind of guy for a platonic relationship

but in a romantic setting…oh you’re definitely gonna see some physical touch in there

i feel like hands are a big thing for him like he’s always looking to be holding your hand cause he just loves the feeling

the kind to gently kiss the back of your hand, your fingers, and down to your wrist which for you is admittedly kind of ticklish

not ticklish in a way that has you laughing but the kind that just sends a fluttery feeling all throughout your body

and he of course realizes this very quickly. so what does he do?

playfully teases you w/ it of course

you’ll be in the middle of typing something away on your laptop or writing something, fully immersed in your work

meanwhile kazuha is quietly watching beside you, feeling a bit needy because…archons you’ve been at it for the past hour and haven’t fully acknowledge him since he got home aside from greeting him with a smile

he’ll then do that thing of reaching his hand under yours, stopping you in your typing or if you’re holding a pencil, he’ll replace it with his interlocking your fingers letting the pencil fall

“kazu what’s wrong—” begins to kiss your hand painfully slow (in a good way) and softly starting at your fingertips and gradually working his way down and…oh great, now you’ve lost focus

what about him though? he gets all the fun of teasing the hell out of you with those hand kisses of his

you feel it’s only fair if you did the same. so now it’s your turn

you remember trying to subtly ask him if he was ticklish anywhere playing it off as some random question a friend had asked you

but he saw right through you. laughing softly at your strange but cute behavior, “love, are you trying to ask if i’m ticklish or not?”

damn him and his high sense of awareness

guess it’s time for plan b

at random points throughout the day, you’ll attempt to attack him with tickles. when he’s washing the dishes you’ll sneak up behind him and try to tickle his sides

“hm? yes love, did you need something?” nothing.

or when he’s laying down on the couch reading a book you’ll pretend to just walk by and then try to tickle his stomach but he’ll just look at you with that cute face of his like “…?”

“AHHH THIS IS SO UNFAIR! I HATE YOU!” watches you storm out of the living room a bit dumbfounded

dw he’ll come find you later and get you to stop being grumpy with him by offering to cuddle🥹

but then…that fateful day finally came

the two of you were cuddled up in bed, arms wrapped him as he read his book while brushing your hair that was slowly lulling you to sleep

wanting a more comfortable position, you moved your head away from his chest, now nuzzling into his neck

your small warm breaths hitting his neck, the way your nose softly brushed against his skin…his hand in your hair stopped in its motions.

“hmm…why’d you stop?” you frowned, stirring yourself awake as you moved your head away to look at him and that's when you saw the way his cheeks were now dusted in pink

you’ve found his weakness

now go back to those previous failed attempts of yours and replace them with you going up to him and buying yourself into his neck using the excuse of saying you just love the way he smells when he asks what you’re doing

which was a half truth anyways. he does smell good

idk why but i always imagined his scent to be some combination of vanilla orchid with amber/musk and some jasmine to give it that floral edge (personal hc of mine dont come at me yall)

on days when you were feeling extra mischievous you’d litter his neck with feather light kisses that always has him in a blushing mess

mission success! you finally got your revenge on him >:)

but just as you're about to walk away, feeling fully satisfied with yourself, he grabs your wrist, pulling you right back to him

“you didn't think i’d just let you get away with all the teasing you’ve been doing to me, did you dove?”

OOP…sir-?😳

ahem. soo i’ll leave you all with this cute pic of smiling kazu and your imaginations while i go to sleep for the night😌

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˗ˋˏ YUCK! ˎˊ˗ | 18+ Only (Part Two)

synopsis: how can you remain friends with benefits with someone who turns his plushies around during sex, pouts when you don't kiss him goodbye, and spends his time occupying your mind when all you want is for him to leave you alone?

pairing: lsm x yn (gn afab)

genre: fluff, humor, romance | m, smut

tags: alcohol/food - reader also briefly blacks out, costume party, cursing, domesticity, fwb, sexual innuendos, showering together, yn un-alives a spider, university au | cowgirl, cunnilingus, dirty talk, fingering, handjob, hickies, love making, pet names, pnv, praise

wc: 11.5k

a/n: hi this is part 2/2 of yuck! thank you all so much for waiting. I honestly had so much fun writing this, and I hope you have fun reading. lmk if I missed any tags in part one or two. comments and reblogs are super appreciated!! pls pee after sex so you don't get an uti ♡ -nu

yuck! - part one

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He came to your door unannounced, knocking loudly on your front door and causing you to jump in your seat. Three sharp knocks against the door using his middle knuckles and then a few friendly taps because he realizes he's standing in front of your door and not his resident’s door. The sound echoes loudly inside your lonely apartment but isn’t loud enough to alarm your neighbors because he purposely leans his side against the door to diffuse the sound and vibrations. You can’t blame him for his habit - he’s used to knocking on so many doors in one night that the freezer part of his mini fridge is stocked with frozen sponges in plastic baggies so he can ice his swollen knuckles at night. You don’t even have to look through your peeping hole to know it’s him, but it’s weird because you know he should be on-call today. Still, the knocks are enough to scare you into thinking you’re still dorming in the universities.

He tells you he has an employee banquet a few days before the break and was worried that his makeup might smudge on his suit. He also brought your go-to drink order from the tea shop across campus, punching in your specific add-ons and adjustments into the kiosk before even deciding what new seasonal drink he wanted to try. You had no choice but to begrudgingly take your drink from him while you shuffled to the side of your door so he could come into your apartment.

"I thought you already knew how to do this.”

You see him hold up your hand mirror to his neck to look at the small bruise you left on the side of his neck a few nights ago. He sits cross-legged on your apartment living room carpeted floor while you sit on the ottoman next to him.

“Only for an everyday base routine for my face,” he frowns while softly poking his bruise. “But my neck makeup keeps smudging and I don’t know how to stop it from getting on my clothes,” he admits while he lowers the neckline of his t-shirt, thinking about the stains he left on his shirt collars.

You uncap the bottle you’re holding and spray the cool setting spray on his bruise. He fans the wet product with his hand while you dig through his toiletry bag for his color-correcting palette. You dip his tiny makeup brush into the palette and bring the product-coated brush to paint over his bruise.

“If you want me to stop marking you, you can just tell me,” you suggest to him while brushing another thin layer. You tap your pointer finger lightly around the harsh edges, blending the colors into his skin. An intrusive thought tells you to poke your finger deep into his skin, but you decide not to.

He ooo’s at how you’re blending the product, angling the mirror so he can better see how you’re working.  

“But I like them,” he says while you spritz another light layer of setting spray. “They remind me of you,” he softly confesses while you blow on his skin. He finds himself angling the mirror again so that the mirror now focuses on your face.

He giggles at the tingling sensation of your warm breath against the cold product, and he smiles to himself when he sees your concentrated expression through the reflection in the mirror – how you purse your lips and how your eyebrows furrow together. If he weren’t an RA, he would proudly wear his love bites as a badge for everybody around him to see. He wants people to tease him whenever they see the bruise poking out of his hoodie when his hood is down. It’s not to let people know he’s getting it on. That’s just not who he is.

But there is that part of him that wants others to know you’re his. He’s tired of soft launching you on his Instagram. That’s what people do when they want others to know they’re talking to somebody. But you’re just his friend. He’s completely fine with showing you off, but he respects your privacy, knowing how much you hate having your picture taken. It’s also not like his closest friends don’t know about his relationship with you, but if it makes you happy, he’ll take it. He likes what the two of you have. And after all, he doesn't care about the pictures. It’s the person whose plate is almost always pictured across from his, the hand holding the ice cream cone, the second shadow under the street light who he cares for.

The bruises feel sore, but he loves how you automatically coddle him afterward, especially after a heated session. You always have that worried look on your face, your lips pouty and frowny. He remembers the number of ridges between your brows when you ask him how he’s feeling. He always tells you that he feels fine, great even, but you always sigh with a defeated look on your face. You’ll walk to the fridge in nothing but one of his old t-shirts and grab him a cold metal spoon. He doesn’t know if the cold spoon hack works, but he lets you do it anyway. He’ll let you do anything if it means he gets to spend more time with you no matter how prickly you may seem on the outside.

Now, he’s spending more time with you on a lazy Tuesday night. He’s done for the day and doesn’t have any RA duties at night because the university recently handed on-call duties for the campus security to handle. On the other hand, you didn’t have anything scheduled for today and spent the entire day indoors. You’re still in your pajamas – a free shirt from a past school event and old running shorts that you never wore while exercising. There are leftover food delivery containers in your fridge from dinner. You tell him the importance of investing in a tinted sunscreen while pushing up your wired glasses. It’s ironic because he knows you haven’t washed your face today or applied any form of sun protection at all. The closer you lean into him to be sure he understands, the redder his cheeks flush. He hopes his mineral powder is enough to diffuse the blush or at least make it seem like it’s the redness from his acne.

Feeling a little hot, he reaches over to grab his fruit slushie-turned-juice from the coffee table and brings it to his lips. He sucks the concoction through the metal straw, letting the cool liquid settle in his mouth so he can savor it before swallowing. You notice the condensation dripping down his arms before he does, and you wipe it away with the edge of your t-shirt without any thought. Your drink is already long gone, finished within minutes after poking your straw through the flimsy plastic lid, washed and disposed of in your recycling bin. He wonders if the taste of his drink would linger on your tongue if he kisses you. And he wonders how the tangy sourness of his drink would contrast or balance the extra amount of sweetness in your tea.

But you’re done concealing the bruise, already sealed it off with the last layer of setting spray. Satisfied with your job, you plop yourself on the other side of the couch and grab the book you put face-down on the table when DK arrived at your front door. You tuck your legs under you and use the armrest as your elbow support as you resume your novel. DK types the makeup steps into his notes app and quickly cleans up his products, looking for something to do.

DK snakes his head between the open gap between your stomach and your book, putting his head on your chest. You pay him no mind, flipping another page while he thinks of a conversation starter. He relaxes into the feeling of your chest rising and dropping and the steady thumping of your heartbeat pulsing under his ear. He asks you what your novel is about while twiddling with the hem of your shirt, noticing it’s still a bit damp from before.

“Smut,” you nonchalantly answer him. You didn’t know much about the novel, but you borrowed it from your friend who kept raving about it while you visited her the other day. She claimed it was better than sex, but honestly, all you’ve been reading so far are overly detailed descriptions of scenery while the main character stares out of the parked car window.

“But you have me,” he teases you. He lets go of your shirt to poke you on your cheek between each word, “You. Have. Me.”

You swat his hand away from your face and subsequently decide to place your novel on his head to use as a stand. He huffs underneath the book, and you snicker at him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. You think it’s cute whenever he’s being annoying, throwing tiny tantrums whenever he doesn’t have enough attention. You catch yourself lingering on the thought of what his neediness would be like if the two of you were together.

“I’m too lazy,” you flip another page after letting the thought dissipate. “You’re on your own unless you can find another way to do it.”

He huffs and lifts the novel from his forehead to sit up. He turns to you and untucks your legs from beneath you.

“Continue reading your book. Let me eat you out while you rest,” he tells you while pulling your legs with ease so only your upper back and head is leaning against the couch’s armrest. He rests your legs on each side of him.

“Go ahead, but wouldn’t that be a little boring for you?” you ask him while your eyes are still trained on your novel. Even though you spend a lot of time thinking about him manhandling you, his persona easily makes you forget about just how strong he is.

He grabs a cushion from the middle of the couch and tucks it behind your neck. He asks you if you’re comfortable. You give him a thumbs-up, and he gently pecks your thumb before moving your hand back to your book so you can properly hold your book. His little touches and kisses aren’t new to you, but you think it’d be a shame if his kiss transferred onto your pages instead of keeping it to yourself. You choose to hover your thumb above the pages, choosing to use your hand’s round fleshy thenar to hold the pages.

You lift your hips upwards so he can easily remove your bottoms. He tugs them off you as if he has all the time in the world, folding your shorts and undies and setting them on the coffee table like they’re part of the decoration.

“I don’t think I’d be bored,” he kneels himself in front of you and lowers himself so he’s flat against the couch. He gently lifts your shirt higher so it’s past your belly button and proceeds to hook your legs over his shoulders. “Read to me? Out loud?” he asks you while massaging the outside of your thighs.

You lift your book, looking at him quizzically. However, when you see the tiny fading red mark on his forehead from when you used him as a stand, you can’t help but agree to his request. He lowers his head to your core and quickly taps your thighs twice to tell you to read.

“Now, a black flashy standard motorcycle with matching black chrome wheels pulls into the driveway of the auto shop where your car is currently getting its engine replaced. The steady hum of the engine is enough to have every single mechanic in the vicinity turn their –,” you were doing pretty well at reading until DK, without warning, puts his warm tongue flat against your clit, licking upwards until it reaches your nub. “Ah – h-heads to stare at the bike,” you stumble with the last phrase.

He lets his spit drop at the top of your clit, watching it glide downwards along your ridges before catching it with his tongue like a little game of Plinko. He feels you tense under his tongue, causing him to hum in delight. He mumbles something about you doing good before attaching his tongue to you again.

“One of them whistles when the motorcyclist comes to a full stop in front of the open auto shop garages,” you try to ignore the fact that he’s gently blowing wind to tease you, to hear you stumble across your words. There is no way you are going to cave right when you started reading out loud, so you bite your lip when you feel his soft and open lips close around your labia. But you can’t ignore him no matter how hard you try.

He kisses you deeply, full-mouthed while his large hands lock around your thighs. Painstakingly slowly, he buries his face deeper into your cunt.

“Eungh- O-one of them whistles when the mo- oh,” you moan while your mouth hangs open when he circles the tip of his tongue around your clitoris. You move your novel away to look at DK whose entire face is gone. You can only see his bushy black hair.

He continues to circle his tongue around you while your breathing gets shallower. You feel your arousal building, causing your thighs to close around his head. He looks up at you looking back at him with a lustful expression. He sucks softly on your clitoral hood and pries your thighs open with his hands. He only winks, letting go of your skin through his lips before going back to eating your cunt.

“…motorcyclist can loudly rev his engine,” you manage to finish the paragraph with a little sigh of relief.

“Mmmh. Good job, baby,” he groans, praising you against your cunt.

He kisses the inside of your right thigh while moving your left leg off his right shoulder.

You find yourself frowning just a little bit when you think he’s finished, but truthfully, he’s only moving your leg off the couch so he can finger you while eating you out. He puts his right hand on your stomach and uses his thumb to rub your nub.

“I’ll reward you if you keep reading okay?”

He kisses your stomach and moves your shirt down so you wouldn’t shiver from being cold. If only he knew why you were shivering.

“‘Couldn’t you have driven here?’ you frown at your older brother w- ah- fuck. Fuck,” you jerk in your seat when DK inserts a finger in your cunt. You can feel him smile against you as he drags his tongue against your folds while his finger dips in and out of you knowing exactly how to drag a string of moans from your mouth, to make your legs tremble and shake.

All this, and you’re only half a page into reading out loud.

“…while he reaches between his legs to pass you his extra motorcycle helmet as you approach him,” you read while trying to ignore the fact that you’re gripping your borrowed novel with so much force that you probably bent the matte paperback cover. “He shrugs and passes you the helmet which you – mmm fuck just like that – begrudgingly fit over your head.”

You’re clenched tightly around his two fingers as he curls them in you while sloppily giving you head. You hear exactly how wet you are, how his fingers squelch every time he reinserts them in you, how his coated lips smack against your glistening pussy – devouring you as his life depended on it. You can feel your juices pool around your ass as he uses his left arm to hold you down whenever you lurch upwards. He moans profanities against you, but never at you. When he raises his head to take a break, he makes sure his fingers never stop moving. He always brings you to your high, and you feel so safe with him.

And he tells you you’re sweet. He always does.

Sometimes you’re sweet because he compliments you for doing something for him. He calls you sweet when you’re frowning about somebody criticizing your RBF. You like it when he calls you sweet when he calls you Sweetie. You like it when he says it with flair. You like it when he says it when you show him your project. You like it whenever he says it when you make him take a sip of any of your sugary drinks – the way his face contorts in total disgust, but he still manages to do so with a smile on his face.

He never called you my sweet, but god damn do you wish you could experience what it would feel like for him to call you his. But tonight he describes your flavor as sweet as you like your teas. He can’t stop praising you for how sweet you are, how you’re like dessert on his tongue. And you can’t get him out of your head.

“He leans forward and clicks open the motorcycle’s rear footrests with the back of his boot,” your face scrunches, but you continue. “When he is done, he looks back at you struggling – eungh Kyeom,” you struggle.

He only grips your thigh tighter as he alternates between fingering you and pausing so he can kiss your cunt like he’s kissing you during sex. He flattens his tongue against you and twists it so he can tease your hole. You’re whining and speeding through the last few words of the sentence, desperate to have him in you.

“Whoa. Whoa,” he temporarily detaches himself from you to grab onto your forearm as he raises himself above you. His lips glisten from the wetness, and the color of his flushed face compliment the color of his sore lips. “Slow down baby,” he tells you and kisses your cheek, “Wanna hear your pretty voice, okay? Just read and relax.” He strokes your hair and brushes away the strands covering your eyes, “I’m not going anywhere.”

But you don’t relax. How can you relax when he grips your hips, fingers dipping into your pelvic bone as he shoves his nose against your clitoris, sticking his tongue into your cunt? He bobs his head while he tongue-fucks you, nudging your nub and making your pussy throb even when he briefly comes up for air.

Your vision blurs as he continues to build your high, ignoring you as you continue to call out his name. The words on the page are replaced by stars when you tell him you can’t take it anymore. Heart racing and muscles tightening, you cum while his tongue is in you. And he laps you up as you convulse around him, back arching as you continue to come. He drinks what’s left of you like he’s drinking ice cold water at midnight – you’re insatiable. You moan his name into your book once more, hiccupping as he brings your left leg back on the couch.

“Yn,” he whispers as he removes your book from your face. He puts it on the coffee table without breaking eye contact with you. “What did you call me?”

You don’t hear him as you’re still struggling to catch your breath. Your pussy is still pulsing without pause. Everything is hazy, but you can see him reaching over for something in his cosmetics bag. You close your eyes, still undeniably horny and wanting more.

There is a little bit of shuffling and then the sound of a few light things dropping on the floor. He reaches under you and scoops you up as if you weigh nothing. You briefly remember him telling you about hitting a new PR where he could lift someone a little over his weight. But he brings you to your bed, only switching on your nightstand lamp.

He sits on the side of your bed while he strokes your cheek.

“Yn,” he whispers again while leaning closer to you. “Do you remember what you called me?”

You blink twice at him before slowly realizing. Your lips part in realization, and he only smiles at you.

He opens your nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom and your bottle of lube. Your fingers automatically fly to cover your lips in horror, but he only chuckles at your expression while he positions himself between your legs and leans over you. He coats his wrapped dick in the lube and rubs the remaining gel around your vulva. You whimper at the coldness, and he wipes the remaining bits on his thighs.

He leans over you again and rests his elbows on the sides of your face. He asks you again, gently, if you remember what name you called him.

You nod your head, breath hitching as you stare at him. It’s unfair, you think, to look as pretty as he is under the ugly yellow light your lamp emits. But he looks at you with so much care in the world, and you feel thankful that you’re spending your Tuesday night with him. You thank his lame excuse for intruding on your time for yourself. You thank him for spending time with you, for looking after you, even if he isn’t yours at that moment.

He aligns himself at your entrance while waiting for your answer.

You whisper it almost inaudibly, barely believing yourself as you let the word leave your mouth.

“Say it again,” he instructs you.

“Seokmin.”

You’re not sure if the two of you should have come up with one of those contracts you always read about in books when you first started the relationship. Maybe you should’ve learned from Lara Jean – a binding relationship contract written on notebook paper and signed in pen. There would be a couple of items on the list, a few weird ones, and then a majority of the items being standard ones. Standard item number one? No kissing. Standard item number two? No staying over after sex (sub-line: No cuddling). Standard item number three? No meeting unless it’s for sex. Maybe a weird item would be the option to try pegging. However, the last item on the list? No developing feelings for the other party.

If rules are made to be broken, but contracts signed by people older than eighteen are legally binding, then you would’ve been in jail by now.

His lips are locked against yours, groaning your name as he wraps your legs around his waist. He nibbles along your jaw as he makes love to you, slowly pushing deep inside you so you can feel his balls lay flush against your ass, feeling all of him in you. You call his name through a choked sob, your hands roaming around to find something to grab. Anything.

Your fingers find the back of his head, and you pull on his hair. And he flips like a switch, immediately pounding into you over and over again, praising you and calling you his.

Tonight, the rules have definitely been broken. And you’re starting to realize this isn’t the first offense.

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“Okay so, I didn’t want to take it off because I wanted to see if my makeup would smudge, but I did it because I knew I was going to get hot.”

“Omg he wanted to keep his shirt on. He’s so quirky!”

“Stoppp,” he laughs while he passes the showerhead to you. “I can’t believe you’re the only person who tried to tell me a joke during sex.”

“It’s because I’m the only person you’ve ever had sex with,” you stick your tongue out at him while you rinse the body wash you previously bought with DK off your body.

“You too,” he retorts while turning around so you can rinse the soap off his body for him.

He grabs your shampoo from your hanging wire basket and plops a dollop into his hand. He tells you to look up while he lathers it in his hand before he brings his hands to massage your scalp. His fingers feel amazing while he massages you, so you close your eyes in the process, hoping to keep the shampoo out of your eyes.

He thinks you look like one of those dogs from the pictures you find online where the owner sticks a metal head massager on their heads. Your eyes are closed in contentment, and there’s a lazy smile on his face that he only gets to see so often. He can’t help himself but sneak a little kiss on your lips while he piles your hair into a mountain so that you look like that one guy from the first Incredibles movie.

You open your eyes to look at him, but you see that he’s purposely looking away, pretending to be interested in something else. You try to follow his eyes, but your eyes land on something dark crawling down the wall above DK’s head.

Being you, you blatantly point out the descending spider, and DK screams, slips, and crashes onto the tiled floor. Your bath products tumble down after him. You sigh, knowing you’ll have to clean up the mess and drive him to school tomorrow instead of sending him off tonight.

.

“Aww you care for me,” Dokyeom coos while you fuss over the ice pack on his ankle.

“I’m just making sure my Sybian isn’t too damaged,” you scoff at him.

You thought you would spend the night with a cozy book in bed while you wait for your face mask to dry. However, you find yourself blow-drying DK’s hair, letting him borrow one of your old t-shirts, and nursing his badly bruised ankle. It’s a wonder how he somehow didn’t end up spraining it after that nasty fall. You could’ve sworn you heard the cartoon swishing sounds while he tried not to slip.

Not to mention, he somehow talked you into cuddling with him in bed through several lame excuses.

Q. What if I fell off the bed?

A. Fuck, then pick yourself up I guess.

Q. What if I sprained my dick?

A. We have toys.

He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Although, you have to admit it feels very nice to sit in bed with him with his left arm around your waist while the two of you silently scroll through your phones. He leans his head on your shoulder and hugs you from the side. You tilt your phone towards him so he could watch you tap through your friends’ stories. You can tell he’s more needy than usual, probably from climaxing more than once in one night and then undergoing the shower incident following right after – he screamed while you crumpled the spider in a wad of tissue. He’s latching onto you like a parasite, but he does give you good dick so you think it’s more like a symbiotic relationship. The way he’s clinging to you makes you think it is what it feels like to be trapped under one of those large teddy bears you can buy at warehouse retail stores. 

He asks you if you’re going to the party on the weekend after you tap through the story of a mutual friend. You tell him you are.

“Be my date to the party?” he asks you.

You think he forgot you always go to parties with Jun and Chan.

“No thank you,” you politely decline his request, “I don’t do party dates.”

He pushes himself off of you, “Why not?”

“Because all of my past dates always left me for their friends and I would just spend every single party alone,” you grumble thinking about how many times you ended up taking care of drunk people you didn’t know because you ended up being sober the whole time.

“But I wouldn’t leave you.”

“There!” you exclaim while pointing your finger at him, “That’s what they all said to me.”

He frowns and crosses his arms, kind of upset you would think he would ever leave your side.

“Date or not I’m still not going to leave your side,” he grumbles while slinking down so he lays on the bed. He turns his body away from you to sulk.

The ice pack falls off his leg and tumbles to the ground. He continues to lay on the bed, not doing anything to pick it up so he can ice himself.

You know how stubborn he can be, especially when his pride is mixed in the equation. Part of you is proud he is sticking through being moody by refusing to move. However, you know how soft he is. If his future kid got a paper cut, he would probably end up crying harder than his kid. His kid would probably end up consoling him. His ankle must feel like pins and needles are sticking into it without the icepack, and he can’t do anything to distract the pain because his phone is out of his reach.

“Kyeom,” you gently shake his body. “You have to ice your ankle.”

He only shakes you off and brings his legs to his chest.

Usually, you would smack him with a pillow and call him dumb, but you think he’s suffered enough damages for the day. You know if you continue asking him to ice his ankle, he would just ignore you. So, you think either climbing on top of him or tricking him into breaking would be better choices. You choose the latter.

“Sigh,” you say out loud, pretending to talk to yourself. “If DK is sleeping then that means I’ll have nobody to cuddle with while I talk about my slutty costume choices.”

You see him slowly turn his head to look at you in the corner of your eye, but he quickly averts your gaze and turns his head back to its original position. You find yourself smiling at his action. He’s like a literal child. A puppy.

“Aww I thought Kyeom wanted to cuddle all night, but I guess I have to go to sleep because he’s asleep,” you tell him while leaning over him to check on him.

You see he’s pretending to sleep. He squints his eyes shut. His lips are poutier than usual, pressed in a thin line to probably stop himself from speaking.

“Maybe I’ll go sleep on the living room couch by myself so he can be more comfortable by himself,” you slowly move off the bed by trying to cross over his body.  

“Noo,” he wails while sitting up to grab you. He immediately yanks you back down, trapping you in his arms. “How slutty is it, Yn? HOW SLUTTY?”

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You have your morning lab in a few hours, but you’re standing alone in your dark kitchen with your head stuck in the freezer. The only source of direct light comes from your freezer, and you’re glad you’ve lived in your place long enough to navigate in the dark. The green digital clock digits flash on your oven. It’s getting close to 4:00 am, but you can’t sleep.

The icepack, or more like a water pack at this point, left a giant wet spot on your carpet while it thawed. It now sits in a lumped form in the side door, wedged between a frozen loaf of bread and some microwavable pizza bagels. The coldness of the freezer feels nice on your skin, but it’s not enough to make you feel numb.

You feel hot and stuffy, and your mind has a million thoughts running around at once. You make him tell you why you should be his date to a stupid costume party, and he tells you he likes you. However, his dumbass knocks out immediately after while he’s still holding you tight in his arms. You’re left alone with your thoughts and a pounding heart while you wait for him to finally let go of you when he is asleep.

Truthfully, you want to tear your hair out. It’s not like you couldn’t wake him up to make him tell you whether or not he finished his sentence. However, you think you’ve already tested his patience enough in one day. You would trust his “I like you” more if he told you while he was drunk, but telling you and then immediately knocking out? You really don’t know if it could count as a confession.

So now you whisper scream into a frozen bag of mixed vegetables while you think about everything that happened this night. You think about him showing up at your door. You think about the hickies he leaves between your thighs. You think about the way he kisses you after you moan his name.

“Seokmin,” find yourself whispering his name.

You don’t understand how this name is so different from the others, but your fingers softly touch your lips as if you just whispered something you weren’t supposed to say. 

“Aww I get it. Jane Goodall. That’s so cute.”

“This is NOT a couple’s costume. I am clearly a hiker,” Chan angrily grumbles at the passerby while dumping another scoop of ice into the glass fishbowl on the kitchen island. He takes out his red handkerchief to wipe his hands and places it around his neck when he’s done.

“Why are you annoyed that people think you’re Jane Goodall? She’s one of the greatest scientists of our time. Do you not appreciate our women scientists? Women in STEM?” Jun asks him while he pops another sour gummy worm into his mouth. He licks the sour and sugary coating off his fingers one by one and wipes them dry on his monkey onesie.

You grab the bag of gummies from the table and dump the rest into the bowl. You tap and shake the edge of the bag until all of the remaining sugar falls into the bowl. Jun quickly plucks a worm out of the bowl before Chan turns around with a bottle of blue curacao in one hand and a bottle of coconut rum in the other hand. Chan insists on making fish bowls at parties for the three of you to share because he refuses to drink the jungle juice Jeonghan and Joshua make for parties. No matter how many times the two show Chan how they clean the giant clear plastic storage container they use for the juice, Chan absolutely refuses to drink from it. He argues that it’s a breeding ground for bacteria from people scooping the liquid with their cups, but Jeonghan dumbly replies that the amount of alcohol in the jungle juice should be enough to kill the germs.

By the time you’re done saying hello to some friends, Chan is already done making the bowl. He takes off his sunglasses and hangs it from his blue and grey colored top, looking at his creation with satisfaction. He swirls the bright blue concoction with three straws and tops it off with a paper umbrella toothpick he found in Jeonghan’s kitchen cabinets. Bon appétit.

The bright blue concoction stains your tongue, but it gives you a really nice buzz before you know how its aftereffects will hit you like a giant tsunami later. However, any precautious thought about getting too drunk and waking up with a massive hangover gets thrown out the window when Chan reminds you that the reason why the three of you took a ride-share cab is that you wantedto get fucked up. So the three of you smile and continue drinking.

.

The three of you are about two-thirds into finishing the fish bowl when you see DK and his friends stumble through the front door. DK’s dressed in the same slutty fireman costume he wears – the firefighter suit hanging low on his hips with the shoulder straps dangling, the hose on his shoulder, and the white tank top decorated with streaks of ash. You see Jeonghan greet him with a jello shot in his hand. The firefighter takes it from him and swirls his tongue around the perimeter of the jello, loosening it from the tiny container, and knocks it back swiftly in one go. He passes the container back to Jeonghan with no amount of blue raspberry flavored gelatin remaining on the inside. And all you can do is stare at him with your straw in your mouth while your friends attempt to play Jenga in their buzzed states.

It’s not long before you take your eyes off DK and realize that you finished the rest of the bowl by yourself. You tap in while Jun taps out of the game so he can happily scoop the slimy gummies out of the bowl and into his mouth. The tower looks jagged enough that one knee bumping against the table leg can easily knock the tower over. Shrek places their block on top of the tower with a shaky hand and sighs when the tower doesn’t topple over. A vampire bites their lip as they remove a side piece from the middle. You hold your breath as they slowly wiggle the piece loose, frowning when they successfully take it out of the stack and add it to the tower.

All eyes are on you as you hover your hand next to the piece that you want. You think if you take out that specific piece, you would make the tower a bit more balanced when it comes to how it leans. It also makes it harder for Chan to pull out a piece because he would end up shifting the balance if he pulled a block. Everything is in your favor – from the EDM song shuffling to a club song to your friends watching you silently – there is nothing that shouldn’t rule in your favor.

However, somebody behind you shrieks your name, and the tower topples. A few filled shot glasses are immediately placed in front of you, and everybody’s phone cameras are pointed at you, waiting to record you taking the shots. You sigh before bringing the first shot up to your mouth. You didn’t even get to touch the Jenga piece.

The perpetrator who stands behind you cheers the loudest every time you tip each empty shot glass over your head. He raises your hand in triumph and hugs you from behind your seat. The tsunami that’s been building up in the distance crashes. And by the end of it, you’re good as gone.

.

He tells you that no matter how comfortable his shoulder may feel at that moment, you do need to sit up and drink some water. And DK, for what seems like the nth time, hands you a bottle of water to drink.

He thanks the person who passed him the water bottle and stops for a minute. He points at him while scanning his outfit. “Hiker,” he finally decides on his answer.

“THANK YOU,” Chan yells at him while slapping him repeatedly on the back, unaware of his own strength, making DK flinch a little. Chan drunkenly decides that DK will become the fourth  person to drink from his fishbowl. He drags Jun, who is chatting up Trixie from the Fairly Odd Parents, with him to the kitchen to make a fresh batch.

DK is the type of person to make you forget, but not in a forgetful type of way. He makes you forget about your troubles. He makes you forget about the resident knocking on his door while the two of you hide in bed together. He makes you forget you’re at a house party in a room full of people. At that moment it’s just you leaning on his shoulder with his arm wrapped securely around you. None of you are hiding the fact that there’s something budding between the both of you. It feels nice, liberating even.

“Hi baby. You doing okay?” he asks you after making sure you drank until the waterline hit the top of the plastic label despite him being extremely drunk.

“I like it when you call me baby,” you mumble while falling back onto his shoulder, feeling yourself slowly sober up.

“Yeah?”

“But don’t tell anybody or else I’ll have your head,” you turn your head and glare at him.

“I’m not sure if that was a sexual reference or maybe you’ve been reading too many isekai mangas that Jun sends you,” he chuckles while laying your head on his shoulder. He almost sighs in relief when you don’t blame him for you losing Jenga earlier.

He gives an okay signal to any passerby who asks if you’re doing alright. 

“You weren’t by my side the whole time I was here. You’re a liar. Slutty liar.”

“I’m horrible aren’t I?” he kisses the top of your head.

“The worst.”

You never knew what “a beat” indicates in screenplays. You didn’t get why the screenwriter would want to indicate a pause. Nothing that you experienced in your life ever indicated a pause in the conversation. But now you understand. There are so many things you want to say, things you’re too afraid to say. You have questions for him, but you’re also happy he’s on your side. Maybe a “beat” is a filler. This pause in the conversation, you staring at him – eyes trying not to waver to his lips – it’s a mutual understanding between the two of you, something that makes up for what words cannot say. 

“I need to pee.”

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Now is definitely not a good time to be confused about whether you need to pee or if you’re simply horny.

Tonight the two of you are sloppy, bodies pressed against each other in the quiet hallway of a house party. Someone occupies the hallway bathroom, and you’re leaning with your back against the wall. DK stands in front of you with his left forearm leaning against the wall in the space next to your right ear. He kisses along your jawline, nipping the base of your neck. The softness of his lips caresses your skin, blending into the waves while you slur your moans. He hushes you by covering his lips over yours. You prefer him closer to you so you reach behind his head to pull him into you. His mouth opens, and your tongue glosses over his. He meets you in the middle, circling his around yours and groaning when you tug on his lower lip with your teeth. Your hand roams across his chest, and he pushes into your thigh, grinding against you. Both of you are too drunk, too lost in each other to care if others are looking.

He pulls his head back and looks at you with a hooded gaze. He can’t believe the sight in front of him and the ache he feels inside of him. He leans his head against the side of your ear, nipping softly at your lobe before talking to you in a low voice, “I want to pin you against the wall with your legs wrapped around my waist while I whisper every single thought I’m having about you into your ear. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of this party without me supporting you. Everybody passing by will see how well you take me while you beg for me to pound into you deeper and harder. Then, you’d have to say goodbye to all of your friends while trying to keep my cum from leaking out of your sore pussy. I want to be able to open your legs and see it seeping out of you while I fuck it into you again in the car.”

Another beat.

This time it’s different. You feel your knees buckle underneath his body, sliding slightly down the wall. You look at his face hovering over yours, practically begging him to kiss you again. Anything. But he doesn’t. The two of you stay silent while you hear cheers from the living room. Then he proceeds to pull away as if nothing happened between you. He has the dopiest grin on his face. He cheeses at you – tiny wrinkles at the edge of his eyes and his pearly whites in full view. You’re still struggling to process the stream of consciousness he spoke into your ear.

“I like your pizza costume,” he giggles while poking your costume, especially the edges of the crust that hang off your shoulders.

“I bought it because I thought it might humor you,” you mumble while he takes your hands in his.

You see how much he’s gushing with happiness. You think he’s so cute, happy that your costume has such a positive effect on him. But you’re slightly annoyed that he’s able to move onto a different subject so quickly while you’re still stuck on the last one. You want more.

However, he tells you he really likes you and leans in to peck your cheek. When he pulls back, the bathroom door opens, and out steps Lee Jihoon who immediately grabs DK by his left ear and drags him away from you. “No fucking in the hallway,” he reprimands his friend.

DK only smiles at you while he’s being pulled away by his ear, too drunk to care, two finger hearts pointed directly at you.

You can only stand next to the vacant bathroom, now soberer than ever and seriously turned on.

You wake up on the floor next to your bed and slowly push yourself off the carpet, feeling the soreness in your body. You look at the carpet indents in your arm and then your surroundings. You notice your bed is empty, and Chan is asleep in his extra set of clothes, sprawled on the floor near your bedroom door. You can’t remember what happened in the latter half of the night, but you can at least deduce that all of you were at least sober enough to change out of your costumes and get ready for bed.

Your body is sore from sleeping on your floor, and you still feel pretty groggy. Still, the sweet scent of something coming from the kitchen is enough to convince you to walk outside instead of moving onto your bed to sleep some more. You stand up, knees cracking loudly, and you cross over Chan to exit your bedroom. You think it’s Jun who’s cooking, but you see him in his monkey onesie, passed out next to your rack of shoes near your entrance with a spare blanket covering him.

At least he has a blanket, you think to yourself. You woke up cold and with nothing covering you.

You see him standing in front of your toaster, wearing the extra set of clothes he keeps at your place. You see him place waffles into your toaster, minding his business while he hums to himself.

“Why are you here?” you approach him and stand by his side. You can see used wine glasses in the sink and opened chip bags you don’t remember buying sitting on the counter. The four of you probably continued drinking after arriving at your apartment. You hope there’s nobody else sleeping in your place.

“I dunno,” DK shrugs and proceeds to greet you by pulling you into his arms while he stands behind you, keeping a close eye on the frozen waffles.

You don’t get how he can look like he didn’t spend all of last night drinking. He looks completely refreshed with the kind of glow, an aura, you have after a good workout…not that you ever experienced what it must be like. He just looks like one of those smiling actors in fitness commercials.

You can feel his chest rumble against your back as he tells you he’s sorry he couldn’t cook something better for the four of you because he’s been living in the dorms for years. He honestly hasn’t touched a stove since he went home last summer. However, he did perfect cooking frozen food in microwaves and toasters. It’s the least he can do. He also quickly adds that he’s sorry he’s cooking all of your frozen waffles and would gladly reimburse you. You tell him to fuck off. There’s no way you would ever make him pay you back for making breakfast. He should know that by now.

The toaster pops, scaring you a little. A long yawn follows, and DK chuckles at you rubbing your eyes. He removes the waffles from the toaster and tells you to close your eyes. You dumbly follow, believing he’s going to kiss you when he cups your face in his hands. Instead, he rubs the inner corner of your eyes with his thumbs. “Eye boogers,” he says.

“Gross,” you watch him flick them to the ground.

“You thought that I was going to kiss you, huh,” he teases you while adding more frozen waffles into the toaster.

You grumble at him and stand to the side, leaning against your fridge. Your arms are crossed, and you watch him go back to humming the song he was humming before. It’s the same song playing from the speakers when the three of you decide to bring DK back to your apartment as there was no way he would have been allowed on campus in his state. It was partly Chan’s fault for getting him so fucked up – he couldn’t find regular vodka for the bowl so he replaced it with some Everclear he found tucked away under the sink. Jun tells him he really needs to stop snooping in Jeonghan’s cabinets. That’s when your memory starts to clear.

“Do you happen to remember what you told me before Jihoon dragged you away?” you curiously ask him.

You expect him to deny the memory or laugh at your sudden boldness, but he tells you that he knows better than to drink to the point where he blacks out and loses his memory. He would also like to stay true to his word, all of it.

“If you’re going to fuck in the kitchen, at least give us the waffles first,” Jun groans from the hallway.

DK winks at you in response, but you don’t know if he was referring to his second confession or if he promised the reality of his sexual fantasy. Before you can clarify, Jun appears in the kitchen, opening the dishwasher to grab a ceramic plate.

It shouldn’t be this confusing. DK told you that he liked you twice. You’re also pretty sure you like him. Nevertheless, it’s DK. He tends to joke around and switch from topic to topic. He throws words of affirmation at everybody he talks with. He confuses you even when you feel like you shouldn't be confused. 

“God Yn. You can’t be doing this to me.”

He sits upright, and his hands are positioned to his sides, tightly gripping his bedsheets.

You use his thighs as your support as you ride him, slowly bouncing up and down so he can watch his cock appear and disappear into your cunt.

You feel him twitching in you as you let soft moans float out of your mouth as you arch your back more and lean your head back toward the ceiling. You make sure you gyrate your hips switching between circular and back and forth motions as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock. He wonders how your soft mewls would break into staccato moans if you were to continuously bounce on him, letting lust cloud his thoughts.

Then you lean further backward, practically grinding on him. He feels your ass rub against his balls, and he does everything he can to restrain himself from rutting himself upwards into your cunt. He knows your thighs are tired as your breathing gets heavier and the way you grind against him gets messier. You sit on him, your whole body trembling and twitching from pleasure simply from the feeling of him fitting so snugly inside you. He feels so warm today, so good, stretching you nicely as you tell him all he needs to do is to sit there and look pretty. You reward him by sitting upright, guiding his hands from behind his back so they rest on your ass. He kneads them roughly, feeling your skin fill the spaces between his fingers.

Your ass cheeks feel sore, and you can’t stop panting when grind on him, rocking him so crudely that his bed begins to squeak. You bring a hand in front of you to start rubbing your nub, and high-pitched whimpers instantaneously escape your mouth. Your soft circular motions increase speed, attacking your soft flesh and making you forget he’s in you.

“Hng Seok,” your face is scrunched in pleasure, “Fucking myself feels so good.” You smirk at him as you ride out your high, knowing very well it would piss him off. You can tell he’s already a little upset you’re fucking him in cowgirl when he doesn’t get to do anything but sit there. 

Annoyed, he brings his right hand upwards and brings it down quickly against your ass. The crisp slap rings throughout his empty room, and he feels you clench around him as you gasp out loud. He slaps your ass again, finding deep pleasure in watching you pulse and quake around him and hearing you moan. 

You lift yourself slightly upwards, having regained some energy, and reach under you to grab the base of his shaft. You watch his face contort from annoyance to surprise to pleasure as you stroke him, squeezing and releasing incrementally as you simultaneously fuck his upper half. 

You can tell he is about to cum when he starts reaching for your face. He wants to make out with you, to dig his fingers into your back as you suck his neck. He moans your name, cavernous and gutturally, and tells you you’re doing so well. His sweet, sweet baby. The way you’re fucking him makes him go feral. 

Just then, there is a knock on his door, and he immediately pushes you off of him, practically hopping off his bed so he can run to his door barefooted and naked. He tells them to wait a minute as he’s wrapping something up. 

You sigh, quickly following behind him so you can hide in his closet, already used to having his residents show up out of the blue. You hand him his sweater and a pair of shorts before climbing into his closet and closing the doors behind you. 

You hear him open his door a minute later. You’re not sure what the topic of their conversation is as everything sounds muffled. You hear DK tell them that he has to grab a few things first, and then he’ll meet them in their room. He closes his front door and opens his closet. 

He looks worried. You observe it must be something important or an emergency as he doesn’t bother to make himself look presentable or deodorize the smell of sex lingering on his skin. He tells you he’s sorry and that he’ll try to be quick. He kisses you on the forehead before leaving with his stuff. However, he tells you you’re welcome to leave. And you sit there in his closet, alone and naked, the spot on your forehead burning. The motion-sensor lights in his bedroom turn themselves off, and you know you’re fucked by the way he gave you a choice to leave instead of telling you, begging you, finding stupid ways to get you to stay like he always does. 

Your feelings are hurt, and you’re pathetically close to tears. Why is it that every time you look at him or talk to him, it feels like you have to stop yourself from having your confession burst out of your mouth? “I like you” always feels like it’s sitting on the tip of your tongue, and you’re too scared to confess to him. 

It’s dark inside the closet, but you’ve been in his room enough times to know what’s hanging above you and sitting beside you. His business shirts are hanging above your head. On the other side of the closet, he has his pants. They’re organized by fabric type and colors. The jeans hang on the far right side of the closet. The sweats and athletic tights are next. Then he has his business pants. Dark colors are on the right, and light colors are on the left. His clothing hanger hooks are always hung over the closet rod, never under. Yet, at this moment, everything feels so foreign, like you’re a new person in a new place. But it’s because you are a different person now – a person who has fallen for their friends with benefits. 

The metal front door whirs and clicks open. You can hear the automatic lights flicker. He tells you he’s alone and that you can come out as he sees your stuff in his room. You’re not replying. 

“Shit Yn,” he opens his closet to find you still sitting in the dark closet, staring into nothing. “Aren’t you cold?”

You shake your head.

“Did you go pee? You should go pee,” he says expressionlessly. There’s not an ounce of care present in his suggestion.  

He leaves your side and stalks over to his bed, throwing himself on it. He loudly groans into a pillow to rid some of his stress. You can only climb out of the closet, your jaw clenched. “I like you! I like you a lot” is still in your mouth, taunting you, threatening to escape. 

“Is he done yet?”

“Bro he literally just started. Have a little more faith in Chan, okay?” you mumble at Jun while looking at your phone. You lock the screen and place your phone face down on the table.

Today is a day for firsts. It is the first time Jun and you are trying the café across the nice-looking residential building near campus. It’s the first time you try an iced mint mojito coffee when you usually have its alcoholic counterpart. It’s the first time Jun had a professor cancel class this semester. It’s also the first time Chan hooks up with somebody he met on the dating app Jun set up for him. It’s also the first time you’ll openly admit that Jun somehow has the most “game” compared to the three of you. Strange universe.

Jun knows something is bothering you. Your comebacks have become snarkier, yet you’ve been more lenient with whatever he does around you. He once told you to pay for the three of your dinners, and you passed him your credit card without saying anything. And it’s not like DK hasn’t been becoming less of the topic of your conversations - you’ve been quieter. And he doesn’t know what’s going on because he’s scared you might punch him. So he doesn’t ask you and only looks around the café’s nice interior, choosing to count the number of glossy white honeycomb tiles on the wall.

“How can you walk up to somebody and ask them out even though you don’t know them?” you blurt loudly at him out of the blue.

“Me?” Jun dumbly asks you. He already forgot the tile number he was on.

You nod your head while you bring your drink up to your lips.

He leans back into his chair and crosses his arms.

“You know how blunt I am.”

You nod your head, recounting all of the times he was called out for his bluntness.

“I think you already know how I can sometimes rub people off in the wrong way because I accidentally say things that I don’t mean. Sometimes people like you understand me and sometimes people don’t. I guess it’s like people liking you? Sometimes people will like my bluntness and sometimes it comes off in the wrong way. So I think it’s the same for liking people? You either like somebody or you don’t? So I’ll ask anybody out as long as I’m interested in them because the answer is always a simple yes or no.”

You’re so confused.

“You literally jumped from one topic to another. I literally could not follow you at all,” you blink.

“Well I’m sorry,” he throws his hands up in defeat. He’s not used to giving helpful advice nor is he used to having people go to him for advice. He wonders if he should start counting the number of chairs in the café.

He remembers an interaction he had in front of your apartment building last week. He was surprised that DK would call him and ask if he could meet him in front of your apartment. Jun told him that Yn is home and that he could just knock on your door, but DK unequivocally rejected his idea and told Jun to come. Jun saw him walking back in forth in front of your apartment building sign with a bunch of ugly roses in his hand, obviously stressed out of his mind. He asked him what was wrong.

“I dunno. I think they’ve been avoiding me for some reason,” DK tells Jun once he feels calmer with the older boy around him. 

“But they’re literally wilting, bro,” Jun tells DK with clear judgment in his voice. “Some of the petals are black. I’d avoid you if you gave me wilting roses,” he points at all the petals with darkened tips and wrinkles.

“Yn will like them,” DK insists. “They think they look cool like that.”

Jun brought them to your apartment for DK, not wanting to ask or press him for more information. Although, he would have to admit it was a bit confusing to have DK ask him to deliver the flowers for him. Albeit, you are pretty scary when you’re mad. You were pretty enthusiastic when you saw the flowers in his hand, but you immediately slammed the door on him when he told you they were from DK. However, you did open your door again to let him use your restroom.

“Do you like DK but you’re having trouble figuring out whether or not he likes you?” Jun cautiously approaches you with his question.

You nod and spill your troubles to your best friend. You tell him about the two times he told you he liked you and about the day you hid in his closet. You tell him about the roses – how he didn’t text you or leave you a card so that you don’t know why he bought the roses and why he couldn’t deliver them himself. You tell him about the “not a date” dates and how he calls you pet names.

Jun tells you it sounds confusing, but it’s actually pretty normal to fall for your friend with benefits especially if you have a strong emotional connection. That’s how normal people fall in love. He feels for you and understands how confusing it must be for you when the two of you have basically skipped the dating part and landed in the married for thirty years part of the relationship without being in a relationship.

“But isn’t it tiring have to hide?” he asks you. “How many times did you have to hide because of a resident? How many times did you have to fake not knowing him or not liking him whenever you saw somebody flirting with him?”

“Too many times,” you admit. It’s exhausting.

Jun only nods and grabs his set of keys from the café table. He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, “Lemme buy you dessert while I pay for Chan’s ‘congrats on your first hook-up’ cake.”

You stare at your friend, “You aren’t going to give me helpful advice?” You’re dumbfounded.

“Who do I look like to you? Yahoo answers? Reddit? If you want helpful advice, suck it up and tell him that you need to talk to him and talk. It’s going to eat you alive before your future cats get to eat you.”

Fuck. Jun’s right.

Today is a weird day for firsts.

“But I literally just nutted,” DK tells you while you storm into his dorm.

He’s shirtless and is wearing those grey sweatpants that ride dangerously low on his hips. He looks like he just woke up from a nap, his hair messy and matted. A bottle of unscented lotion sits on his nightstand.

“Did you want to shower or do laundry with me later?” he asks you, letting his door shut behind him. He follows you to his bed. “Did you want to get dinner with me? We have a while until Chan’s night class ends. I know you usually wait for him so you can walk home with him.”

You sit on the edge of his bed and pat the space next to you, telling him to sit next to you. He sits next to you and looks at you with a worried expression.

“I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I have it in me to fuck right now unless you find a way to help me get it up,” he confesses while scratching the back of his ear. He’ll say anything to fill the awkward silence, but he’s glad to see you after being out of touch for a week.

He sees you frowning, and his breath hitches when you turn to him.

“You confuse me DK,” your voice wavers. “I like you so much, but you keep on sending me mixed signals by telling me you like me and then acting like nothing happened. And then you’re so kind to me, and you call me those names while constantly treating me like I’m in a relationship with you when I’m not.”

“Oh, Yn,” his lip quivers.

“You don’t understand how much I like you, how much I want to stop being friends with benefits with you. But you confuse me so much. Your kindness is confusing and I wish you were meaner so I wouldn’t have fallen for you…why are you crying?” you slap his bicep.

He flinches in pain from the slap because he’s still shirtless, but the tears keep running down his face.

“I’m sorry,” he cries while clutching his arm. “I thought I was being straightforward with my feelings, but I hurt you instead,” he wails, “I’ve started liking you longer than you could imagine.”

You don’t know how to react to him crying while confessing, so you awkwardly get up and walk over to his mini fridge to bring him one of his frozen sponge packs to ice his arm.

.

You kiss him back before closing his large metal dormitory door behind you. His keypad whirs and clicks its automatic lock into place, and you make your way to the hallway elevators, giddy on the inside.

You make your way past all the bright green dormitory doors and stop in front of the elevators. At the side of the elevator is the large classroom bulletin board with DK’s stupid laminated face smiling at you. This time the board is sky blue. You can recognize the clouds glued onto the board anywhere – they’re sheep repurposed into clouds from when he did the board about sleep facts. Hot air balloons decorate the board. Expensive cardstock letters spell the title: Love is in the air, and so are STDs! You snicker at the tiny rips in the blue background from students ripping off the taped condoms to use for themselves before stepping into the elevator.

Your phone in your pocket buzzes when you step out of the elevator and exit the dormitory. You pull out your phone while standing outside. It’s a text from DK. He says he’s been waiting for a while now, but he wants to be a bit selfish tonight. He asks you if you’re free this Friday night even though he knows your schedule like the back of his hand. He sends another text to let you know he’s horny again, but he missed you. A lot. 

Stepping to the side to let other residents in and out of the dorm, you make your way along the front of the dormitory so you stop under his window. You see him looking out to check if you made it out of the building. You wave at him and hold your phone up for him to see while giving him a thumbs up. He triumphs when he realizes you're agreeing to go on a real date with him, and you laugh when you see his figure disappear when he trips while jumping. He comes back to his window with a shirt on this time. He waves goodbye to you, and you wave back with a large smile on your face. This time the smile doesn’t drop.