#or at least we'll send each other a silly ask from time to time

[lorethebookworm]

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Ol’ College Try (18+)

Synopsis: UCLA!Jessie x UCLA!reader You and Jessie finally have bedrooms no longer in a dorm room, meaning you finally have the chance to explore a new step in your physical relationship using a strap on.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), first time using a strap on smut, its a little awkward and clumsy, strap on (R Receiving), Oral sex (R receiving), little bit of frustration and embarrassment, language.

WC: 3.9k

A/N: Hi, I haven't posted smut in months, literally since July, I sort of fell out of the mood for writing it, I'm working on getting back into it but we'll see. I’ll also be honest, I finished writing this and couldn’t bear the idea of rereading it so I’m sure there’s errors, I apologize.

“You have to promise not to laugh when I turn around.” You rolled your eyes behind your girlfriend’s back at her sudden change from confident to less than, all due to some silicone and leather.

“I won’t babe, I promise, just come over here.”

“I feel like it looks weird.” You watch as Jessie swivels her head to peek at you over her shoulder. You had been watching the way her arms and back moved as she maneuvered.

“You can take it off if you’re not comfortable.” You reassure her from where you were laying on the bed, blanket pulled up around your chest, you were shirtless and had been okay until Jessie’s warmth had left as she moved off the bed, suddenly feeling chilly.

“No, I want to at least try, it’s just new and different. What’s that saying they have? ‘Give it the old college try?’”

You smile at your girlfriend “I think it’s technically ‘Ol’ not ‘old’ but yeah babe, it’s okay if you’re nervous, I am a bit.” You admit. You and Jessie have been dating since the third month of sophomore year at UCLA, now upperclassmen, you were able to move off campus and you each had your own apartments just a few minutes from each other. With the new living location came new bedrooms, bedrooms that weren’t shared with another student, bedrooms that didn’t have a lofted twin size bed, bedrooms that didn’t have paper thin walls.

You both had returned to school early for pre-season, her for soccer and you for cross country meaning when you weren’t at practice, your roommates weren’t home and the two of you had a lot of free time. No classes, assignments, projects, or other school responsibilities had started yet. Reveling in your reunion after spending the summer apart, you and Jessie had found yourselves making up for lost time, often in the sheets of each other's beds. Which led to you the other day texting Jessie, being too shy to ask in person, asking if she’d want to try using a strap on you. She had quickly agreed before telling you to send her what you wanted and she’d buy it.

You had been eager to try it, testing out new waters in your relationship. Jessie had giggled when you opened your front door for her this morning, she held a bag out to you with a silly grin. “I feel like everyone can tell what’s in the bag.” She said as you opened the top, peering in to look at the toy. You sweetly rolled your eyes at your girlfriend’s bashfulness, taking the bag from her hand.

It wasn’t long after she arrived that the two of you were in your bed, Jessie’s body weight holding you firmly to the mattress as she kissed you.

You kissed her back hard, enjoying the feeling of Jessie’s hands roaming your body while yours ran up and down her sides. The two of you made out, quickly losing your shirts, throwing back your head as Jessie’s lips came to rest on your neck.

“Don’t, I’ve got photos tomorrow.” You gently remind her as you start to feel her start to suck on the skin. A dejected noise falls from Jessie’s lips as she releases the suction, causing them to vibrate slightly against you. She moves on, kissing down your chest to give attention to your breasts. Your fingers tangle themselves in her hair, pulling gently, gaining a hum of appreciation from Jessie this time. The longer you make out the more impatient you get, starting to grind up into Jessie, trying to hint to her you were ready to move on.

Jessie finally climbs off of you and heads toward where you had placed the bag earlier on the chair in your room, beginning to mess around with the harness and toy, leading to now where she’s shyly peeking over her shoulder at you with the harness fastened around her waist and thighs.

When she finally turns around to face you, your eyes drop to her waist and your stomach clenches at the sight, your beautiful girlfriend and between her legs the bright blue toy. It somehow looked larger sitting against her body.

“Come ‘ere.” You wave her over, hoping to boost her confidence back up as you can see the way she avoids eye contact with you. She crawls onto the bed, waiting for a moment before moving over to you.. As she leans over the toy sticking out pokes you in the stomach. “Hey!” You quickly move your hand down to grab it, moving it away from jabbing into you.

“Oops sorry, I didn’t think about that, not used to having anything there.” She says, laughing slightly as she looks down to see your hand holding it. “Hand on let me just.” She says before pulling the toy to be flush against her stomach.

With the toy no longer separating you, she leans down, finally reconnecting your lips. She kisses you for a moment before letting her hand trail between your legs, her fingers moving the cloth of your panties to the side. You sigh as her fingers begin to work between your legs, collecting your arousal before coming to your clit to rub slow circles. She continues touching you, pulling small noises of appreciation and approval from you as her fingers work.

“Jessie, come on.” Whining into her ear and bucking your hips she finally gets the message and pulls her hand back.

“What, are you ready?” Jessie pulls away from your lips.

“Yeah, I guess.” You could feel a small pit of nerves growing in your stomach, you’d hadn’t done this before, you trusted Jessie, she wouldn’t intentionally hurt you or make you uncomfortable, but it was new to both of you. You make a quick movement to remove your underwear before tossing it to the side and putting your legs back on either side of Jessie.

Jessie sits back on her knees, hand falling to the base of the toy. Her other hand comes up to rest on your inner thigh, pushing it slightly outward, her eyes falling between your legs. A smile comes across her face and you have to look away for a second from her intense stare.

“Hand me that.” Jessie points to the bottle of lube sitting next to your head on the bedside table. You grab it, passing it to her and watching as she opens the bottle, pouring on the liquid. She brings her hand down to begin spreading it. “Oh, it’s kind of cold.” She looks at her hand for a moment, rubbing her fingers together before adding “and slimey.” The bottle gets returned to the side table and Jessie slides herself closer to you, the tip resting on your stomach.

“Just go slow.” You say, putting your hands around her shoulders and lacing your fingers together behind her head.

“I will.” She nods down at you before breaking eye contact to look down where her hips rested between your thighs. Jessie maneuvers and you feel the toy now sitting against your core. She moves it around again before looking up at you quickly then back down, adjusting her hips again causing the toy to move. You feel the tip of the toy bump against a place you definitely didn’t want it going. “Wait.” You push against Jessie’s chest and she looks up, nervously. “Um, higher up, that’s the wrong-”

“Oh my god.” Jessie immediately inches backwards from you. “I’m sorry.” You watch as she drops her head in embarrassment. “I know where it is with my fingers.” She mumbles to herself, her confidence slipping away more and more the longer she has the appendage on.

“Babe, it’s fine, here I’ll help.” You reach down to where the strap hung gently grasping just above where Jessie’s own hand was wrapped around the girth. You take the tip, letting it glide across your clit before beginning to move it downward slowly. “There.” You gently push the tip into yourself before removing your hand placing it onto Jessie’s shoulder. “Go ahead.” You say looking up at your girlfriend who still had a hint of fear in her eyes.

She gives you a small nod and you watch her body begin to move and you feel the pressure of her hips angling forward, the toy beginning to push inside. You can tell by her gaze that she's unsure of what she’s doing, watching you for approval. “Is this fine?”

“Yeah, I’m good, keep going babe.” You nod up at her. She gives you a quick smile before her concentration face returns, her eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip being tightly bit between her teeth, her eyes wander to where the two of you are connected, still moving her hips towards you ever so slightly. You bite your lip, starting to feel a larger stretch as Jessie continues to push forward. It wasn’t painful, but there was a definite tightness as Jessie bottomed out.

It takes a moment but Jessie’s hips finally are flush to yours and you can feel the fabric of the harness against your legs. Lying there you try your best to relax your muscles, still feeling a little nervous and unfamiliar with what was happening. You're unsure of where to put your legs, did you leave them lying on the bed? Should you bend them, put them around her waist maybe?

“Does it hurt?”Jessie looks between where your hips touch and back up to your face.

“Not exactly, it's just bigger than your fingers.” Your eyes trail to her hands that lay on either side of your waist, Jessie had good fingers, long, thick, but nowhere near the girth of the toy.

“Just let me know when you’re ready.”

“Yeah, maybe try pulling back a bit.” Your fingers dig into her shoulders, anticipating discomfort when she pulls back, only finding it to be not uncomfortable, just weird.

“Right, okay.” You watch, her face still contorted in confusion and concentration. She slowly shifts her hips backward again, just a small amount and the drag of the toy inside of you has you sighing, a noise that causes Jessie to freeze. “Are you alright?”

“I’m good babe, keep going.” You encourage her, giving her shoulder a squeeze, before letting your nails gently rake along the skin of her back. She pushed back in the small amount she had pulled out before pushing back in again.

Jessie slowly pulls back again, this time she drops her head, watching the toy slide out of you. You can see her eyes widen in amazement as she watches.

“Like what you see?” Bringing your hand to her chin you gently pull her face up to watch as she blushes.

“Yeah, it’s good, it’s hot.” She says looking up at you. Jessie gets lost looking at you for a moment, her hips stalling for a bit before she picks up her motion again.

“You can try going faster, or maybe harder?” You’re not fully sure what’s going to feel good. Jessie nods, her curls bouncing in front of her face. Her face is trying to mask a level of uncertainty. “Don’t be so nervous babe, it’s just me.” You bring a hand up to her rosy cheeks, hoping the gentle touch of your fingers will reassure her again.

“I just don’t want to hurt you.” The sincerity in Jessie's voice is cute you think, she was really worried about hurting you more than anything. You also knew her concerns would likely prevent her from fully letting herself go, it would take some time and practice.

“You won’t, fuck me like you mean it.”

Her eyes widen at your vulgar ask before a small smirk comes across her face as she looks at you. She drops to her forearms, her chest meeting yours as she ruts harder into you. Her strokes become firm, a loud noise of her hips meeting yours fills the room for a second before you start hearing Jessie’s ragged breathing in your ear.

“Oh, fuck Jess.” Your words spur her on, she pushes herself up again, thrusting faster, using the full length of the toy.

You get lost in the sensation, letting small moans of pleasure fall from your mouth. Muffling your moans Jessie kisses you hard as she continues to speed up her movements. Her trusts are a bit uncoordinated, a hard one, followed by some quick ones, she’d then slow down, then some shallow, some deep. It wasn’t bad by any means, just unpredictable.

You feel Jessie pull slightly too far out, the tip falling toward the bed but notice she thrusts her hips forward. You bring a hand to her waist giving her a gentle push “Hang on, you slipped out.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s fine.”

“I’m not good at this.” You watch as she starts to frown, the little bit of confidence she had gained a moment ago dwindling.

“It’s the first time Jess, it’s okay.” Your fingers draw lazy circles across her back, feeling goosebumps arise on her skin.

“Does it even feel good?”

“I mean,” you hesitate, not knowing how to exactly answer. Before you can clarify why you hesitated, Jessie talks.

“I’m sorry.”

“No baby it’s not you. I think I’m nervous, and it’s just something new, and it feels good but not in the mind blowing orgasm way,” you pause looking up at Jessie, you didn’t want to take a hit to her ego. “It’s good though, just like you being inside of me, it’s nice.” You blush as the words come from your mouth, having to break your gaze with Jessie.

“Okay. Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yeah, for a bit maybe? But, can you add more lube please.”

Jessie gives you a smile and a nod, reaching onto the bedside table and adding the liquid onto the toy. When Jessie begins to move again she gently runs the head of the toy across your core, letting it bump against your clit, causing your breath to hitch. You feel the tip at your entrance again and you nod at Jessie when she looks up confirming she’s in the right spot.

There’s a different sensation when she pushes into you this time, you feel as though you’re filled again just how you should be, not even realizing how empty you felt before. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Good?” Jessie cocks an eyebrow at you, you can see the slight smirk across her face, pleased with the reaction you had from her movement.

“Mmmhm.” You hum up at her with a nod.

Jessie lowers her body onto yours, causing the strap to shift deeper inside of you, as the warmth from her chest comes to rest on yours. It feels close, intimate, her body covering yours, your legs wrapped around her back, her face tucked tightly into the nape of your neck. You can hear her heavy breathing as she picks up again thrusting into you. In this position her thrusts are slower but more even, less sporadic, she has more control.

As you go to wrap your arms around Jessie’s back, her hands find yours first. She takes both of her hands interlacing your fingers and bringing them up to rest by the sides of your head.

With each thrust into you Jessie gives your hands a gentle squeeze. It’s a simple gesture, holding hands with Jessie but in the context, it’s overwhelming. “I love you.” You hear her mumble against your skin before she places a kiss.

“I love you.”

After a couple thrusts, Jessie releases one of her hands from yours and brings it between your bodies, she fumbles around before her fingers find your clit and she begins rubbing circles in time with her thrusts. “Is this okay?”

You suck in a breath, the mixture of Jessie’s fingers and the feeling of being full is a new sensation, one your body is still trying to process. You focus on her fingers, fingers that knew your body well, they knew what you liked, what made you feel good and that's what they were doing, making you feel good. “That's good baby.”

Despite the added pleasure from Jessie’s fingertips, you can tell you won’t cum from this. Too in your head about the toy, the newness, the unfamiliar territory, it had you slightly on edge and not the edge you wanted to be on.

“Jess.” You say gently, you hoped telling her wasn’t going to make her feel inadequate.

“Yeah?” She picks her head up from your neck, you can see the small sheen of sweat on her forehead, her baby hairs stuck to it.

“This feels good, I promise, I just don’t think it’s going to, ya know, get me there.” You cringe as you say the words, worried about what her reaction might be.

“Oh.” Her expression is surprised for a moment before her face falls, appearing disappointed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, babe it’s not your fault.” Holding her head in your hands you caress her cheeks. You think about what to say. If you mention you don’t feel comfortable enough, she’d blame herself for that though, it had nothing to do with her but Jessie always put her performance, in school, on the field, or in bed, on herself, even if it wasn’t her fault. You had to choose your words carefully with her. “It’s not you I promise. It’s me, I’m just not, I think it’s just I’m not used to there being something inside, it’s good, just new and I’m not quite used to it enough.”

Jessie nods in your hands but doesn’t say anything. You pull her down bringing her ear to your mouth. “Baby, you always make me feel so good, this is no different, you can still make me cum without the strap, that’s even better when you think about it, you don’t need a toy, it’s all you Jess.” Releasing the hold on her, she sits back up, careful not to move the toy around too much while still inside of you. “You always make me feel good babe.” You groan out as Jessie moves to trail her tongue down the side of your neck.

“Should I pull out?” Jessie asks, looking down at her waist.

“Yeah go ahead.” You try and relax as she pulls her hips back, pulling until the toy falls out. You notice Jessie's attention being pulled down to where the toy was now. “Hey.” She looks back up at you with a small half smile. “It’s okay Jess.” You pull her by the chin, bringing her mouth to yours, the toy sticking into your stomach again as she tries to lean over to kiss you. She giggles as her hand again reaches to press the strap up against her abdomen.

The two of you kiss, her tongue gently running over yours, softly pulling on your bottom lip with her teeth, causing you to let out a deep moan. She kisses your cheek, down to your jaw and up to place a sloppy kiss just below your earlobe.

“Can I eat you out?” She whispers following it with a couple more kisses down your neck.

“Please baby.” Your voice comes out more needy and wanting than you expected. You can feel her smirk against your neck and she continues to kiss across your chest, teasing you ever so slightly, taking her time moving down your body.

“Come on Jess.” Your hands find their way to her shoulders and you gently push her down where she was already headed, between your legs. She gives in, letting you push her between your legs. As she goes to lay down, the toy catches on the bed, preventing her from being able to fully lay down.

“Fuck this.” Jessie says sitting up and scrambling off the bed to remove the harness. You laugh at your girlfriend’s frustration with the toy as she pulls and fiddles with the various straps, until the harness loosens and falls off her waist. “Not funny.” Jessie grumbles, placing the toy onto the nightstand.

She wastes no time climbing back between your legs, her hands picking up your thighs and bringing them over her shoulders. She brings her face to your core, her tongue beginning to lick long strokes, appreciating your taste and the feeling of having her mouth back on you. She hums into you. Giving you a few more long licks, Jessie begins to pay attention to your clit.

She gives it a few flicks, her tongue firm before a slow circle around the nerves, her eyes locked on yours intensely watching as you roll them back, enjoying the feeling of her. “You’re so good at that babe, fuck.” You watch as Jessie's eyes light up at the praise. She always liked being praised, being told she was pleasing you. You feel her increase her pressure, adding more suction with her lips, putting all of her focus onto your clit.

“God Jess.” Jessie moans into you in appreciation of your words. Your hand finds the top of her head, running your hand through her hair before gently scratching her scalp, knowing the action spurred her on. You feel yourself finding the edge that you had been looking for, feeling the tightness in your stomach growing, the tightening of your thighs, your muscles all tensing. Your hand holds Jessie's head tight to you, your other hand fists the bedsheet tightly as you peak. Your hips thrust against Jessie's tongue, you feel her hands try to hold your hips steady to let her keep pleasing you, a groan of her name falls from your lips followed by a whine, beginning to feel the sensitivity of your post orgasm. Your hips buck a few more times, trying to escape the now gentle stimulation that Jessie was giving you to work you through your orgasm.

The grip on your hips loosens and Jessie pulls her tongue away after giving you one final featherlight lick, looking all too proud of herself and cockly when she pulls up, resting her cheek on your inner thigh.

“What?” you say, knowing she was just proud of herself. She always was, Jessie would get so cocky watching you fall apart from her touch.

“Nothing, I just love you.”

“I love you, ya dork, come up here.” You motion for her to come kiss you and she does, resting her body weight onto you for a moment as you lips meet. You kiss for a bit before Jessie rolls off of you, lying beside you, draping an arm across your waist.

“Thank you for trying that with me.” You quickly glance at the strap that was still sitting, covered in lube and your slick, on the bedside table.

“I’ll try anything for you baby, I just want to make you feel good.” Jessie says as she leans up, planting a heavy kiss on your lips. “I think I just need more practice.”

“Well I’ll always be interested in practicing with you Jess.”

A/N pt 2: here’s part 2, tumblr is being a pain and not posting it under the tags

[ask-xanvid-and-whace-mm-aus]

Double the trouble with TWO mastermind aus!

Hi! This is the ask blog for the Xanvid Mastemind AU by @smudgesticksgonnasmudgingflip and the Whace Mastermind AU @ccrisntok

I go by many names but I'll likely refer to myself as Snek! And I use she/they pronouns! You can ask me stuff too or something! I'll likely be either a little doodle of either myself or snakevid lol ( @smudgesticksgonnasmudgingflip ) I'm using red because why not???

I also forgot to mention this, but there will be Xanteruvid- :p

I go by C or Chris, He/They, and I made the Whace dudes. Ask them whatever (nothing explicitly sexual, I myself am a minor, so keep that in mind.) You can ask actual serious lore for their stories/relationship, random bullshit, and of course silly crossover highjinx with the Xanvid guys. This is for fun! (I'm gonna talk in blue because that's Whit's main color.) My artsyle looks really fucking different bc I haven't posted on main in... months... but hey, here I am!

You can ask Whit and Ace stuff in my au exclusively, because other characters aren't changed much from cannon. You can ask about opinions on/relationships with canon characters though, and stuff like that.

Characters might end up being a little ooc at least for mine and I apologize for that - Snek

We might take a while to answer and I also apologize for that! (Both of us get burnt out really easily)

Also my style changes a lot as well as posing is hard so my drawing may not be that great...

This will be the only post to have the actual drdt tags and stuff just to spread this around!

Rules for asks:

No NSFW please! Although... You can simp for the MM Xanvid designs and stuff- I sure am /hj - Snek

You can ask some of the non mastermind characters from each au possibly! And at different points in time of them!

Maybe we'll have some asks where even their universes get merged!

You can do asks that involve like... Headpats or possible situations or something- at least for the Xanvid au and stuff! (this is chill with me too 👍)

For the Xanvid mastermind au though... There are five people you can mainly ask! Xander, David, MonoTV (maybe a humanoid version if you want that), Teruko (perhaps you'll find something out about her??), and ??? (They'll be a secret at first but maybe you'll get hints to who they are if you ask enough questions to them- and maybe I'll then post the full lore-)

I'll give you the killing order of the Xanvid au if you ask! :D - Snek

If you want to look at full concept art and stuff first, they are on our main profiles if you search for them on there!

Here's a drawing from Snek:

heres some example drawings from Chris:

also heres the post with all the mm! whace lore

have fun sending questions, and we'll see you guys with some answers !

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

Aside from Varney/Charles, are there any other relationships (romantic, qpr, platonic, other) that you think have potential for expanding into something interesting?

Ohhhh this ask is pure catnip to me. Thank you for sending this in I'm going to be thinking about this so hard.

I've already talked some about the grifter4grifter potential that is Varney and Margaret Meredith, but that's a silly example and I have more serious ones.

Varney/Marmaduke. I have canon evidence of this one. I'm in the process of exploring it in Man of the House, which is stalled at the moment while I figure out where on Earth the plot of it is going, but once I do then so help me God I WILL write that tragic toxic vampire yaoi.

Henry/Varney. I think this one is almost completely one-sided; it adds something to Henry's character as a guy who is just the MOST out of his depth anyone has ever been if he also develops a crush on the vampire harassing his family. And Varney finds it incredibly entertaining; he eggs it on, fans that little flame just to see how big it can get. I've written fic about this too, it's Chapter 1 of Varney the Vampire Bites Everybody.

Whatever the hell is going on between Varney and Floyd. There's almost not enough of it to even speculate. They're cordial to one another in the vampire council scene, but then in Anderbury Floyd attempts to sucker up to Varney for money and Varney murders him. I need to know more. Were they ever friends. Do they hate each other. What is their deal.

For the lesbians out there Flora interacts with exactly one (1) female character who isn't her mother, and it's Helen Richardson from Anderbury. They become friends. I'm afraid I can't tell you more than this because literally the entire relationship happens offscreen in a sort of epilogue to the Anderbury section, and then both of them vanish from the narrative and are never seen again.

...Sorry lesbians. This book is terrible with female characters. It's fine we'll just break free of the bounds of time (linear time is already not a thing in Varney the Vampire) and introduce her to Clara Crofton, who also has no personality but we don't CARE we don't CARE we're chucking the author out a window and boarding it up behind him. They can awkwardly bond about having their lives ruined by the same disaster man while Charles nurses Ringwood back to health in the background from his latest head injury.

How did I forget about VARNEY/BEVAN mein gott. Those old men need to fuck. Or at least tenderly kiss. Varney. Take a leaf out of Clarimonde's book and SEDUCE! THAT! PRIEST!

I'm not done yet. Putting more of these under a cut since they've got big spoilers for the Varney summaries

Varney and Marchdale. Whatever they've got going on could be fascinating. (I say "could be" because in practice Marchdale is a cartoon villain and Varney is a different kind of cartoon villain, and their relationship has zero depth.) I've expanded on their whole Deal a bit in blood, sweat, and tears (god I've referenced so many of my own fics in this post. I guess that's not surprising, most of the relationships I'm interested in are ones I've written about) where I have Marchdale In It For The Immortality and Varney playing along with him because he'll wade through fire for anyone who learns about the vampirism and still treats him like a person.

On that note, Mrs. Bannerworth and the chaotic triangle of men in her life. Listen to me. Mrs. B married Marmaduke, but Marchdale courted Mrs. B when they were younger, and they were close enough that he moved into her house when Marmaduke died. Then a Goddamn Vampire arrives on the scene, menaces them for a while, and then Marchdale betrays her family for the Goddamn Vampire. To the point of attempting to kill her daughter's fiance. AND THEN. SHE LEARNS. THE GODDAMN VAMPIRE WAS FRIENDS WITH HER HUSBAND BACK IN THE DAY. they maybe fucked you can't prove they didn't. And now the Goddamn Vampire is friends with them, so really Marchdale betrayed them and died for nothing. What a goddamn STEW. Genuinely Mrs. B might have the most interesting perspective on the events of the story of any character in it, and James Misogyny Rymer makes her little more than set dressing. I'm going to raise him from the dead so I can re-kill him.

[noxsoulmate]

Ohh

Chef/Firefighter AU &

Driving home for Christmas sequel!

Hi my friend 🥰 sure thing!

Chef/Firefighter AU

Ah, yes, the fic I've had in my drafts forever now 😅 I think I've shared so many snippets of it by now, I'm not even sure what to share anymore that will be new... but here's what it's about: In this fic, Carlos is a chef who thinks he's too busy for a real relationship - which fits TK just fine because he's the normal season 1 TK we know and love. So the two idiots start a friends-with-benefits-thing, thinking neither of them will catch any feelings... silly boys 😂 the fic itself is set around the time of the wildfires in early season 2, I'm just putting them closer to Austin and making them last far, far longer. Which leads to the fact that the Austin firefighters are advised to drive back home to rest every other day... only that TK ends up at Carlos' place and this is the next morning...

They enjoy the first few sips of coffee in silence, shoulders brushing and feet knocking against each other, easily, like a little game of footsies.

“I’m really sorry for last night.”

Carlos frowns and looks over at TK, who’s staring into his mug now.

“What?”

“Showing up at your building like that… unannounced and for no other reason than crashing here, I’m really sorry.”

“TK, no. What are you talking about? Why would you be sorry?”

TK gazes up at him, looking a bit sheepish. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?! What– no. Would someone who’s mad make you this kind of breakfast?” he asks, pointing at the tray.

TK follows the direction and it’s as if his brain suddenly stops, at least Carlos is sure that’s what he’s seeing. He also imagines the guy starting to salivate and as if on command, his stomach rumbles. Laughing a little, Carlos puts his coffee aside and then pulls the tray into his lap. He doesn’t even have to tell TK to eat, the guy reaching for the first pancake before Carlos even lets go of the tray, quite literally stuffing it into his mouth.

“I swear, I will so start preparing lunch packets for you,” he murmurs, loud enough for TK to hear, then takes one of the waffles and adds Nutella and strawberries to it. “Care to tell me why you thought I would be mad?”

I swear, it took so long to answer this because I couldn't decide on which part to share 😅 I really have to make sure to finish this soon so I can start posting...

Driving Home for Christmas sequel!

Well, yeah, it's exactly what it says 😅 some lovely people asked if I would consider writing a sequel for Driving Home for Christmas and I might've started working on something... it's not much yet, I don't have more than a loose concept, but I'm somewhat hoping for a prompt list for Valentine's to maybe write this fic the same way the other happened... but yeah, I do hope it will be ready for Valentine's 🥰 and here's a snippet from the beginning (again under the cut for NSFW reasons)

“What’s going on? Did you forget something at my place?”

“No, but guess what I’m holding in my hand.”

“TK,” Carlos warns. “If you’re about to tell me it’s your dick and this is your idea of goading me into phone sex while I’m on my way to work…”

Chuckling, TK drops the invitation back on the stack of mail as he moves over to the fridge. “Then what?” he asks innocently as he gets out a bottle of mineral water. “What would you do about it, Officer?”

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m the worst? Hey, your mind went straight to my dick and phone sex,” TK laughs, putting the phone on speaker so he can unscrew the bottle. “I’m still sated from our round this morning – sorry if it wasn’t as satisfying for you.”

“Oh, it definitely was,” Carlos replies lewdly.

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really late, but wanted to send in a little assortment of question prompts for the ask game, so take your pick!: 3 and 16 for hero, 1 and 5 for CJ, 6 and 7 for lorraine, 8 and 15 for tamra, 18 for kel, and 13 for sunny! :D - 🩶

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C.J. Answers:

1. Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

My immediate family is my parents, my three sisters: Shawna, Lisa, and Camille (but we all call her Cami), and me, but my Nana (my grandma) has always lived with us so I'd include her too. I think I'm pretty close to them.

My older sisters, Shawna and Lisa, are always going to see me as their dorky little brother, I think, but they've always looked out for me. Nana says used to treat me like their doll when I was little and would dress me up in silly clothes and loved pushing me around the in stroller like they were playing house, but I don't remember that beyond her stories and some pictures. I do remember playing together with my sisters as kid though. They both have much stronger personalities than me, so I think they liked that I would just go along with whatever they said and whatever games they wanted to play. Shawna can be really bossy sometimes, and Lisa's really into a lot of girly stuff I don't know that much about, but we always had fun together. They tease me for being hopeless with girls (instead of, you know, actually giving me useful advice), but I know we've got each other's backs.

Cami is my little sister, and she's 7. Shawna and Lisa were 15 and 17 when she was born, but I was only 12 so I think we've always been a little bit closer, especially when our older sisters went away to college and we were the only kids still living at home. Our parents work a lot so we spent a lot of time together just the two us and Nana. We like to watch cartoons together, and Cami loves stories, especially comic books (and I have a pretty big collection of those). She was really sad when I left for college, and I really miss her, but we talk on the phone a lot.

5. What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?

I love spending time outdoors. Hiking is probably my favorite thing to do, but I love pretty much all outdoor activities, except fishing. It's too boring.

I like spending time with my friends too, so the best is when they tag along on my hiking trips. There's a lot of parks in the city including a nature preserve with a lot of hiking trails close to our college, and we'll all go out there sometimes when the weather is nice. Hero and Lorraine pack picnics for us. It's always a lot of fun!

LORRAINE Answers:

6. What's the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

It was hard to move around a lot and keep leaving my friends when I was a kid. I missed them so much and it has hard to keep in touch from so far away, but now I have pen pals all over the world so that's pretty cool! 🥰

I guess getting over some painful breakups was hard too. Heartbreak can be hard to recover from, but I don't think any of my failed relationships left me shattered and swearing off love forever like poor Hero (or at least I think that's what happened to him...? I don't know all the details, but I can tell his heart is broken and he doesn't think he'll ever be happy again. I worry about him sometimes... 🩷).

Compared to that and everything that happened to Kyle's knee, I don't think anything I've been through has been all that bad. Even my sister has had a rougher time than me, I think. I've had some normal tough times like everybody does, but nothing too lifechanging.

7. Who do you look up to?

My mom! She's so nice and so beautiful, and she has this way of making everybody happy, even when they're having a bad day. When I still lived at home and would invite my friends over, they would say she was like another mom to them because she always makes them feel so welcome and like part of our family. She's amazing at baking, crafts, and especially at gardening, and it's almost like she has this superpower where she can just look at person and know what's bothering them and what will make them feel better. I've always wanted to be just like her! 🥰

TAMRA Answers:

8. What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?

I think being encouraged to practice my music and follow my dreams had a really big impact on me. My parents wanted me to do well in school, of course, but they knew how much I loved playing piano so they always made sure I had lessons and time for practice too and would drive me all over the country for recitals, concerts, and competitions. My parents never made me feel like my music was a waste of time.

When I went away to college, I ended up choosing a double major in music and education because I love teaching too, and they were always really supportive of me. I think I might have given up on my dreams if it hadn't been for them.

I also have to mention Andre! He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and we've always been really supportive of each other and our dreams (even when they led us to universities thousands of miles away from each other). Getting to meet him and grow up together (and eventually to fall in love 💕) also had a really big impact on me! 💜

15. Do you play any instruments?  Which ones?  How long have you been playing?

Yes! I can actually play a lot of instruments at least a little bit 😅--mostly keyboard instruments like the piano, organ, synthesizer, keytar, melodica, and the harpsicord. Some of my friends from band in high school tried to teach me how to play some of their instruments, and I got pretty good at the clarinet, I think, which made it easier to play the melodica. At college, I've been trying to branch out into strings. My university has a program where its music majors teach private lessons to kids and other people in the community. I teach piano, but a friend of mine teaches viola and another teaches cello, and after our lessons wrap up for the day, we've all been staying late so teach each other our instruments a little bit. It's been fun, but I wouldn't say I'm very good at either of those yet.

My favorite instrument and the one I'm best at is definitely the piano. I've been playing since I was 4, and I love it! It's amazing to get to play piano at college too--though I'll admit I'm getting a little sick of playing Chopin. The chair of the music department's favorite composer is Chopin so I keep getting assigned his pieces for my student showcases, and I'd really like to play something else every now and again (Maybe some Debussy or some Rachmaninoff 🤞).

At my other part time job, I play popular music on piano at a restaurant, and that's always fun! I love transcription projects and getting to play people's (my friends') favorite songs on piano for them. 🥰

[flockrest]

Because I am way too anxious to bring this up off anon, I come to your inbox bearing anonymous musings.

Something I don't see a lot of is.. Link being anxious about the child prodigy that Tulin has always been. We see in HW: AoC and TOTK that Tulin, from a young age, has a lot of talent, and abilities most Rito don't have. Teba is a skilled warrior, but I can see Tulin, in his prime, easily surpassing that.

And Link gets to see that. Link gets to watch Tulin grow, helps the fledgeling grow, nurtures the adventurous warrior spirit of a boy who'll certainly fight alongside him someday, and someone he'll be proud to have there.

But the problem comes when ToTK comes around, and Tulin becomes a sage. I personally can see Link, maybe intentionally, maybe not, projecting who he once was, kinda still is, onto Tulin. This child prodigy, amazing with his favored weapon from the very start, slated to save the world, and all too willing to do it. And Tulin makes it clear that Link inspired Tulin's willingness, helped the fledgeling become fearless.

I think about the paralels between Tulin and Link very often. And, in my interpretations, as proud as Link is of Tulin for becoming a fine young man.. He can't help but remember how he used to be, when he pulled the Master Sword. And in the final battle, when Tulin is knocked out with the rest, I wonder if he thinks about how he brought a child, practically his little brother, into a situation where he could so easily die.

Sorry for the ramblings- i've been scrolling through your blog and thinking about your color hc especially and. I guess it sparked a bit of a brainrot "^^

first off: hello, hi! please don't ever be sorry for sending in an ask like this — i love discussing meta with others, especially on a level of engagement like this. i wish it'd happen more, really! genuinely, if you have more thoughts you'd like to share, i'd love to hear them out!!

okay okay, time to address your delicious content. i'm a botw and totk link enjoyer more than i am writer, so i can't give too many thoughts about him from my end ( would be stoked to hear any input from actual link writers though...eyes emoji ), but you came to the right place for tulin brainrot [rubbing my hands together]

you're right in a lot of aspects, particularly about the parallels between link and tulin. it's why i find their dynamic so compelling and crave to always play around with it, because it's at once they are fambly!! and this is who you could've been if given unconditional support and love — that you partake in because you are what you're trying to ensure he will never have to grow up to be.

( tulin also notably shares many parallels with revali! one in particular that tickles me silly whilst also making me emo is like. how irreverent they are? because they put so much stock in hard work and meaningful results...revali has his knight with the darkness-sealing sword that he can't fathom putting such an alarming amount of faith in as the "key to defeating calamity ganon" when all he's done to earn that title is pull a sword; tulin has his stormwind ark that his people are pinning all their hopes on for no reason other than it appears in a Song, when they're basically starving and struggling and could be doing something actually substantial ( disclaimer: they are both unreliable narrators ). aside from age and other obvious character intricacies, they're pretty much one banger support system removed from being each other...but that's a ramble for another time sldfkjld )

and yes, totk made it very clear that tulin and link are familiar to that extent! i am still so thankful for it! we'll never know the specifics, but honestly, the mere act of giving tulin someone else — someone more present and tangible than revali ( at least until aoc sldkfjdf but after that as well! ) — to chase after and strive to be like would've been impactful enough on its own!! and yeah, he has his dad too, but what teba represents is very different from what link represents!

link projecting onto tulin in that way is a concept i'm glad you brought up, because it would for sure add another great layer to their relationship! all those complicated emotions...yessss, i eat it all up!! and i can definitely see how far link's feeling of responsibility over tulin would stretch, both as someone caring for a kid and as someone caring for his little brother, but the thing is...tulin would be doing his damnedest to be there even if link — or anyone, including his parents — said no.

tulin's hierarchy of people i want to be like and surpass is still, to this day: 1) revali <- 2) teba <--> 2.0001) link. and while link's absolutely been a huge inspiration in important departments, tulin's pluck, drive, and eagerness to do whatever he can is and has always been all his own. link may help enable him, but tulin has consistently not been able to stand by and do nothing if he can help it! combine this with his legitimate skills and cultural values — i.e. how integral warriorhood is to the rito — and you get a preteen who is going to be there with you 'til the end, as he promised, whether you or anyone else likes it or not :')

WHICH, you know, could feed into the parallels...and hence the projection...they would benefit from a real sit-down-and-talk, probably slfdldk and if nothing else, i hope link takes heart in the fact that tulin has a sincerely great support system in his family and community — there will be really bad days to the really good days, of course, but he gets to be a kid ( no matter how much he refuses to acknowledge this ), and he gets to work through his traumas and insecurities in full, and he gets to heal. i promise you, he gets to heal!

i have other murky thoughts i cannot properly collate right now, but i think i got the bulk of what i wanted to say out lskfjldg thank you so much for sending this in!! it was a pleasure to read through and answer ♡

[alwritey-aphrodite]

happy birthday!!! it's officially midnight (at least for me!) so I wanted to send something over!!

so I know the event ended, but I wanted to send one for speak now as a little gift for your birthday muah muah

so here's a love letter for you my lovely:

pookie,

it's been a while from when I first sent a request to you and it's honestly brought up my mood anytime we communicate through your asks since then

from the beginning you were so kind to me as an anon and it's meant the world to me to be able to connect about random things on this app. I was so immediately drawn to your wonderful page, everything you wrote about and just the way your personality shines through on here

even if we don't know each other personally, i will forever enjoy the time we can spend together on this app- your responses have honestly gotten me through some sad things in the past year or so and I'll always be grateful for that (anddd they've made me giggle and kick my feet on more than one occasion so that's of course wonderful too)

i'm so certain we'll continue to be the best pookies this app has to offer, and be able to continue to rant all about cutie sejanus and so many other characters <3

of course, I hope this next year brings you so much joy and happiness and that it carries on forever for you!! I know you're going to continue to do great things!! love you!!

yours always,

pookie

Oh pookie, this genuinely brought tears to my eyes <3

Seeing you in my askbox always brings a genuine smile to my face, and being able to be silly and in love with our boys together has made me so so happy. I’m so glad for the months we’ve spent together and I can’t wait for many many more to come <3

And thank you for the birthday wishes!! You’re the absolute sweetest and I love you bunches *mwah mwah mwah*

[hjkiuwb]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

Hurray that's you

I wanted you to be 👀

Anyway fact #1

Since 21st April I have a new tattoo with a whale and a person on it. It's symbolic from my favourite dilogy in Russian, readers and author call it "Hertz". I absolutely love and am unimaginably happy to have it. Yay!

The second fact...

Jeez I dunno maybe the fact that I love my not-so-legal wife Honorina 👀 we don't like where we live and how we live but at least we're here for each other

Silly kiss 💋

Another random fact is right now I'm a little depressed because I can't find a new hyperfixation in fanfiction. I try searching something unread on AO3 but every time I feel stupid and demanding because I want too much and still there's fanfiction that I don't like

Maybe someday I'll find new inspiration and become absolutely ecstatic again

We'll see

Thank you for your ask, darling!!!! 🧡

[finniestoncrane]

do you think you could you write "pretending to be a couple" with some various pining riddlers?

thank you kindly for fueling my batman villain addiction <333

Pretend Couple

Riddler x GN!Reader, five little ficlets all around 500 words each lmao thank YOU for enabling me you precious angel! i hope i got enough pining in for you! this is so good so i wrote one for each of my riddlers!! was that a lot?? maybe but i couldn't stop myself so enjoy a lot of lil ficlets ;-;💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: kissing, groping, taking advantage, pet names

Arkham!Riddler: Visiting Hours

"I'm just very sick of Harvey getting visits constantly, when no one is here to see me, Edward Nigma! How is that possible? Even Crane has had people in to visit him!" Unimpressed with the somehow indestructible levels of narcissism that Ed displayed, you rolled your eyes and sighed. "Uh huh...so you thought 'I'll make up a pretend partner'?" "Yes...rather genius, isn't it?" He smirked at you, eyebrows raised, patiently awaiting your praise, which never came. "And you picked...me?" "Well, picked is a strong word. I was simply left with you when the other options declined." "Ok, goodbye, Ed!" You stood up, taking a few steps away. "Wait! I'm sorry. That was rude of me, my dear friend. Truth be told I've always had an idea that maybe we could have been more than pretend partners at some point." "I thought you were smart, Eddie?" You smirked at him, and he grinned back at you, ever the fan of the playful teasing you shared, bordering on flirting. "Truthfully, being inside is getting to me more than it usually does. You know me, I am, truthfully, the alpha in every situation, but recently I've felt rather...neglected." You sympathised with Ed's need for attention and affection. It couldn't be easy for him. You reached a hand out to hold his, placing your palm on top of the back of his and soothing him wtih your touch. "I don't want the others to think my prowess and skills end at the intellectual. I think you'll find that I am a deeply and versatilely skilled man physically too." "Gosh, Ed." You leaned in closer to him, aware that several other inmates were watching your interaction, resigning yourself to at least trying to be there for him. You spoke loudly, confidently, and with an air of playfulness about you. "I'll have to come back for conjugal then." Ed blushed, his cheeks turning crimson immediately before he managed to give you a crooked and embarrassed smile in return.

Dano!Riddler: Office Party

He looked apologetic from the moment he had shown up at your apartment to pick you up. You had counted eight times from that moment until now, when you were about to walk into the venue, that he had asked you if you were sure you didn't want to just go home. "You're just here to look normal so that I can look normal too. You don't have to do anything, nothing that makes you uncomfortable. And you don't need to talk to anyone either. And if you want to leave at any point just let me know because-" "Eddie, come on! We'll have a nice time. As far as we are concerned, we're just two friends having a nice time together. And, granted it was rather silly to tell them you had a long-term partner, I'm sure we'll pass well enough." You grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, several people turning to look at you both as you entered. "Wow...they really are surprised that you could convince someone to be with you." You whispered it into his ear, leaning onto him affectionately. "What is it you've done at this office to make them think that, and should I be concerned?" You teased him, pinching his side and making him crumple in on himself before heading to get drinks for you both at the bar table. Eddie watched you, trying to hide the longing in his eyes from you. There you were though, pretending to be his partner, garnering looks of approval and, he could swear it, jealousy from the co-workers who either ignored his existence or outright hated him for being in their presence. You were the only person he had ever come across who had been bold and willing enough to push past his cold, shy exterior. You had warmed him, and he had fallen hopelessly in love with you. Several people stood by you, and you had them all laughing. It never took you long to be the shining light of any room, and Eddie loved that about you. As he stared, trying to picture a world where someone like you might genuinely consider being with him, you caught his eye. Smiling and waving, motioning for him to join your new friends, you blew a little kiss at him too, his heart fluttering as though he could feel it physically reach him. And as he joined you, standing slightly behind you, proudly and silently, you took your hand in his and had him wishing he was brave enough to ask you on a date and feel this happy and normal permanently.

Gotham!Riddler: Bold and Brave

You noticed when he came into the library, you always did. Every time Ed was in, he always made a point of saying 'hello' and 'goodbye' to you, an awkward but oddly charming, and heart meltingly sweet, smile accompanying it. He was so tall and striking, exactly your type. And you were sure on more than once occasion that he was trying to ask you out. But he had stammered, nerves getting the better of him, and had left quickly. And your shy demeanour and inability to speak up for yourself was, to say the least, detrimental to your plans to finally ask him out and do the hard work yourself. After noting which aisle of books he was going down, you counted to one hundred and then got up to make your way down the adjacent aisle, hoping to just be near him. You could hear voices, and resisting the urge to shush them, you listened in. "So what are you doing in here, Nygma? You staring at the librarian again?" Just a half hour before he had arrived, several police officers had come in to take a look at the archive, which had been broken into an burgled the day before. They were standing before Ed, clumped in a group. "Just ask her out Nygma, we've all heard you talking about her. You too shy? Maybe you could tell her one of your dumb riddles, that might get her wet, you never know! She could be a freak just like you!" As much as their words were cruel, it was nice to know that Ed's infatuation with you burned as strongly as yours did for him. "How about I go ask her out? Show her what a real man feels like? Then you can take a turn at my scraps, huh Ed?" They were laughing, cruelly. Your stomach knotted at the idea of him experiencing any sort of humiliation and before you knew it you had rounded the corner and were walking into the aisle, approaching him from behind as the cops hushed their laughter and pointed at you. Their faces dropped though, as you walked in front of Ed, put your arms around his neck dramatically, and kissed him hard, only pulling away after what was likely thirty seconds but felt like a blissful eternity. "There you are, sweetheart! I was looking for you when you came in. You must have slipped by me." You turned to face the cops, who stood slack-jawed and irritated. "Imagine him, being so busy he forgot to come and say hi to his girlfriend!" Ed smiled wide, beaming as the officers walked past you both silently and into the archive to finish doing their job. Stammering, desperate to find the words to say to you, Ed stood open mouthed. Feeling a lot less nervous than you ever had before, you spoke up. "You could take me to dinner, Ed. As a thank you?" He nodded silently, writing down a time and place for you on a scrap of paper.

Capullo!Riddler: A Ruse

"So you tricked me? There's no party?" "Not exactly, no." "I don't know why I was so stupid? I mean why would you, famed sleazebag bachelor Eddie Nygma, need a pretend date for one of your stupid friend's parties?" "Maybe you wanted to believe the lie?" He smirked at you, the same smile that made you want to punch his lights out on an almost daily basis, if not hourly. You weren't even going to give him the satisfaction of reacting, turning away with your face neutral, only stopping when he grabbed your arm. "No no no no, wait, just wait!" You turned back to him, arms folded. "Well? I'm waiting." "I just didn't think-" "As usual!" You turned again, making it four steps closer to the door before he had rushed around you and was standing between you and the exit. "Let me finish. I didn't think you would come somewhere with me if there wasn't a reason to, unless you were getting something out of it." "Those three days of silence you promised are priceless." "See! Quid pro quo!" "So you bribed me, tried to get me to pretend to be your girlfriend, had me feeling sorry for you. Just to get me somewhere alone?" "Well, it's a date...isn't it?" "Not if I'm being given something to go on it!" "Erm...think of yourself as like my escort for the night." "Try again, Eddie." You went to walk past him, but he held your arms, looking down at you, a look of unnatural and unfamiliar sincerity crossing his brows. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just...think we might have fun. If you can push past this?" "Push past what? Everything about this whole situation and about you as a person?" "Yeah, seems easy enough." He smiled and you rolled your eyes back at him, caught off guard when he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you in to kiss him. With your hands out by your side, the started moving up in a bid to push him back, but instead you found your palms lightly landing on his suit jacket lapels, clinging to them and using them to pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss. When neither of you could breathe you both stepped back, tiny gasps passing between you. "Ha. I knew you liked me!" "You owe me four days of silence now." "Hmm...what can I get for a week?"

YoungJustice!Riddler: Family Issues

He stopped, knuckles raised at the front door, pausing to turn to you. "Ok, this will be fine right?" "Boy, your family really did a number on you, huh?" He let out a tiny laugh, trying to mask the terror in his voice, but the squeaking gave it away. “Look, it’s fine!” You took his arm in yours, smiling at him and nodding slowly, waiting till he started nodding with you before slapping his arm with your free hand. “I’ll be a great pretend girlfriend, no awkward questions about why you don’t have one yet, and then the only thing they can get on at you for is-” “-is the million other disappointments I bring to them, right.” “Right. Great!” Once inside, his mood was no better. There was a tense smile plastered onto his face, far too much of a grimace to pass as anything else, but either his family didn’t notice or they chose to ignore it. Every passive aggressive comment was met by your perpetually upbeat praise for him, and they commented on everything from the mundane to the deeply personal. “Eddie’s intelligence goes far beyond just science and maths.” “He makes an amazing eggplant parm.” “On the weekends we volunteer together!” “So far, he’s successfully executed five plans, with no help at all from me.” “I love his tooth gap, I think it’s cute.” “The colour green really suits him though, don’t you think?” “He’s so thoughtful, just yesterday he gave me this necklace!” Everything they hit him with, you were there to step in when he stuttered over his anxiety, stress at being questioned for every life choice he made rendering him almost speechless. After an intense hour, your sympathy for Eddie only increasing immensely by the minute, you were seated for dinner. The conversation all but mellowed out after the solid hour of deeply hurtful comments that you had batted back with such effort it truly felt like you were physically hurling them back across the coffee table at the kind of judgemental people who could raise someone so emotionally troubled as Eddie. You were allowed to think it, he was your best friend. His flaws were what you liked about him, they weren’t something to nitpick at or criticise. He was who he was. And as though he could sense that you were thinking about him, and the ordeal he’d already been through so far today, Eddie’s hand dropped below the table, nudging against yours. Without looking his way, not wanting to make a scene, you grabbed onto it firmly, squeezing it three times in quick succession. While his family were busy complaining about the way the soup tasted, he leaned to the side gently and whispered to you. “Thank you. Really.” You turned to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You owe me.” You smiled and winked, turning back to your bowl as he blushed into the glass he took a drink from, gulping heavily.

[styleslistic]

How it Turned Out - Harry Styles Fic Part 8

Y/N and Harry have their first date and define their relationship.

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Y/N and Harry hadn't managed to get another moment to themselves for the rest of rehearsal day one. When, late in the evening, they were shipped off to their respective hotels, on opposite sides of the city, they parted with a tight hug and a promise from Harry that he'd call her later.

At her hotel, Y/N ordered room service, and tried not to think of when she and Harry had eaten room service together after the Grammys.

Her phone buzzed and Harry's name popped up.

"Hi love," he said.

"Hey you," Y/N replied.

"This feels so silly, you literally flew to see me and we can't even be together because people might guess we're doing a stupid project together."

"Yeah, it's pretty shit, isn't it. They're right though, people would probably figure it out," Y/N admitted.

"Just 'cause they're right doesn't mean I have to like it. It was ok talking on the phone when we were in separate countries, but we've spent all day together. It's like you're just out of reach."

"And now I have to sit and play over that fucking phenomenal kiss all alone in my hotel room," Y/N sighed, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Well now you're just being a tease, aren't you," Harry said. "Tell you what, I'll send my assistant out to grab us some pizza and a bottle of wine after rehearsals tomorrow, and we can have a picnic in the studio after everyone's left. We'll tell them we're staying back to keep practicing the dance."

"That sounds nice," Y/N said.

***

So, here they were 6pm the next day, alone in the rehearsal building.

They found a pile of yoga mats hidden behind a curtain in the rehearsal room, and pulled a few out to work as a makeshift picnic blanket. Harry fiddled with the lights, until he figured out how to dim them.

"Sorry this is like, the least exciting date ever," Harry said.

"Oh this is a date, is it?" Y/N said with a cheeky smile.

Harry whipped around, wide eyed. "Oh thank God you're joking," he said when he saw her face. "Nearly gave me a heart attack." He turned back to the panel of light switches and flicked one with bravado.

"Mood lighting," he said, giving some jazz hands for effect. "For our date."

"Kind of wild the lengths weve gone to just to eat pizza in a smelly dance studio, isn't it?" Y/N said.

"Yeah I think it kind of fucks with your sense of scale living like we do. The little things become ten times harder than the big things. Like, whycis it easier to get hired for a movie than make it home for my mums birthday? Doesn't make any sense."

"I feel that, everythings all or nothing you know?"

"God ain't that the truth ,it's exhausting."

Harry's phone rang. "That'll be the pizza," he said, and moved towards the door.

Y/N caught him by the hand. "Wait," she said. She pulled him to her and planted her lips on him, stopping herself before she could get too lost in the kiss.

"What was that for?" Harry grinned.

Y/N shrugged. 'Does there need to be a reason? I just wanted to."

Harry nodded, and pulled her back for another short kiss then, finally answered the phone.

"Hi, yeah sorry. I was a bit preoccupied, I'm coming to the back door now." This time he really did leave the room.

He was gone less than a minute, but it gave Y/N plenty of time to mull on everything she wanted to do to Harry now that they were, for the first time since they'd met, properly alone.

"Put the pizzas down," said Y/N, when he re-entered the room.

"Um, ok,' Harry said. Doing as she'd asked. 'Why, is everything ok?"

Y/N slid a hand onto Harry's waist, the other finding its way to cup his jaw. "I figured maybe the pizza could wait a minute?" she breathed, her forehead coming to meet his. Their lips were just inches from each other. Harry stared searchingly into her eyes, then gave a shy nod. He closed the gap between them, snaking an arm behind her to pull her closer. Y/N's hands clutched at his chest, as she lost herself in the deep kiss. Control of the kiss seemed to swing to and fro between them like a pendulum. Harry would push closer to her, then she would pull him her way. Soon enough, hands found their way under shirts, creeping onto bare skin.

Y/N broke away, leaving both of them panting, and Harry looking a little bewildered. "What are we doing standing up when there's a perfectly good bed of yoga mats right next to us?"

Harry let out a huff of laughter, sat down and dragged her onto his lap by the hand. "Better?" he rasped.

It was all Y/N could do to nod, achingly conscious of how much closer to one another they were now. She draped her arms over his shoulders and leaned into him, just as his lips connected with her jaw, kissing along it. Almost without thinking, Y/N found her hips grinding on top of Harry's, eliciting a shaking breath from him. Harry's hands came to rest on her hips, guiding her motions. The slow friction was delicious. They lost themselves in it for a little while, before Y/N's fingers started to itch with the need to feel Harry's skin.

"Take your shirt off," she panted, pushing the hem up even as she spoke. He obeyed, and reached to take hers off too. He paused, giving her a moment to stop him if she wanted. But Y/N just lifted her arms to ease the process.

"Are you sure you want to..?" prompted Harry, as Y/N made a motion to take her sports bra off too. He left the question hanging in the air, before adding "I just thought you might not want our first time together to be in a smelly dance studio, you deserve something much nicer."

"I'm sure if you are," Y/N said. "I don't really want to wait."

Harry grinned. "OK then."

"Plus, I didn't put a pack on condoms in my bag just to not use them," Y/N added with a wink.

***

Later, sated and now very hungry, Y/N and Harry finally got their hands on the pizza. They were still half tangled together, and while they had half-heartedly thrown t shirts and pants back on, you could hardly say they were dressed. They ate their first and second slices in comfortable silence, still basking a little in the pleasure they'd just given one another.

"So I'd say that confirmed that we're pretty compatible?" Harry said hopefully.

"Oh for sure," Y/N confirmed. "It's actually quite inconvenient for me, I was hoping you'd be terrible. My life would be a lot less complicated then," she continued with a chuckle.

"Hey!" said Harry in a joking burst of outrage.

"This is gonna be hard though to make work though, right? I mean the only reason we're seeing each other now is because we've made it a work thing."

"Yeah," Harry admitted. "But I don't wanna not give this a shot, just because it's gonna be hard," he said pleadingly.

"Me neither," Y/N said with a small smile.

"You said earlier that this life was all or nothing," said Harry. "But there has to be a third option, yeah? Not all or nothing but... something. And we'll see how it turns out. I just have such a good feeling about this thing between us, you know."

"Something," repeated Y/N. "I can work with 'something'. Because I dont think either of us has the time or freedom to give a relationship priority over work at the moment. Or the will, we both love what we do and I don't want to not give it my all. So we find a way to make it work between us that takes that into account."

"Like something that works with how busy we are, rather than in spite of it," Harry clarified. "Man that sounds good, haha."

"Okay," Y/N agreed. "What does 'something' look like then?"

Harry's brows furrowed as he considered the question.

"Well, we keep texting like we have, I know it's not ideal because we're often busy at different times but it still works, yeah?"

"Yeah and scheduling calls in probably wouldn't work, but I don't mind a spontaneous phone call."

"Me neither," nodded Harry. "It's just gotta be no hard feelings if the other person doesn't pick up, because we're both busy."

"This is why most couples only have one workaholic, two is just asking for trouble," Y/N laughed.

"I think in our case, it might work in our favour, though. Usually people don't get that work is always gonna come first. At least we have like next-level amounts of understanding for that."

"Maybe its appropriate that our first date is work-related then," Y/N laughed.

"There's definitely some unwritten rule that says you're not supposed to do this, but I wouldn't be opposed to working together more. We could, I don't know, write a song or something?"

"You'd wanna write a song together?" Y/N said, sounding a little shocked.

"Yeah of course," Harry said. "I think it'd be fun, and I reckon it'd end up sounding pretty great."

"I'd love that," Y/N said. "Well, that's our second date sorted, then."

"And I guess if we keep track of when we each have a few days off we can try and meet for that time, and be like, properly together then."

"Properly together, huh?" Y/N said.

"Yeah, we can't see each other much, but when we do I'd like to go all in, you know. Act like a couple."

"Is that what we are then, a couple?"

"Um, I don't know."

"I don't think I've ever been exclusive with anyone after one date," Y/N laughs awkwardly. "Well, actually usually it's not exclusive at all."

"Oh," said Harry. "You're polyamorous?"

"I don't if I am like, innately or whatever, but I don't know, being monogamous has always made things more complicated when things are long distance, which they nearly always are."

"How so?" Harry asked curiously. "I've never really gotten the chance to explore that stuff, its always been 'single and hooking up with people' or 'monogamous relationship' for me."

"Have you ever felt like your past partners have just been like, waiting for you to fuck it up and cheat on them? Like they're eyeing up the tabloids and wondering when they're gonna see you with someone else. And you're just left there waiting for the other shoe to drop, when the things that's gonna make them feel like they can't trust you anymore is gonna happen?"

Harry stared at her. "I feel like that all the time, you've just described every single relationship I've ever been in."

Y/N lets out a gentle huff, angry for him that he's had such a shit show of a time. "Yeah, well I say fuck that."

"Fuck that?"

"Yeah it's like we said, it doesn't have to be all or nothing, we can make up our own rules. Who the hell says that me kissing someone at a bar when you're half a world away says anything about the way I feel for you. And who says that if you slept with someone else that has to say anything about what we do when we're together?"

"You're right, that makes so much sense," Harry said. "Those things wouldn't effect how I feel about you. Usually I get kind of jealous-"

"Haha, I know, I've listened to your songs," Y/N interrupts.

Harry rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "But I think that's more a case of being scared someone's gonna leave, rather than actually minding the thought that they may be with someone else."

"So we're a couple, then but we'll make up our own rules about what that means?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah," Harry confirmed.

"Ok then, I mean we probably need to talk more about like, boundaries and everything at some point right, but I think that's enough serious chat for now. We can talk relationship logistics any time we fancy, but there's a few other things I can think of that are a bit trickier when we're not together..."

***

Round two had been softer than their first time. Gentle kisses, hips rolling together and fingers trailing over every inch of skin they could find.

It left them both in that warm sleepy state, where they just wanted to stay near each other. Y/N pushed aside the nagging knowledge that she ought to be making her way back to the hotel, and instead let herself lie with Harry a little longer. Against their better judgement, the pair of them found themselves drifting off to sleep on their makeshift bed.

Next thing she knew, Y/N was being gently shaken awake. She groaned as she opened her eyes.

"What's going on?" she murmured through her sleepiness.

"We fell asleep," explained Harry, who was crouched in front of her. "Its 6.30 in the morning now, everyone's gonna be here in an hour."

"Shit," muttered Y/N. "How'd we manage that?"

"Guess we were both pretty relaxed," Harry smirked. "C'mon, I think there are showers here, and I'll get someone to pick up some breakfast on their way here."

"What's our excuse this time? They're not gonna believe that we got here before everyone else to practice even more, are they?"

"We'll think of something."

[txemrn]

ethan’s reaction to tatum getting up in the middle of the night to get water or something & then coming back & giving him a lil smooch on his forehead thinking he’s asleep? what about if it was the other way around? im in a fluffy sappy mood lol 💖

Mal! 💜 I adore you and your kindness and that sweet fluffy sappiness of yours! Thank you so much for all of the Asks that you have been sending out! They have been so much fun. Sending you major hugs... and a drabble that NO ONE asked for, that did NOT follow the directions (what else is new?). 😘

Word Count: ~1000

Summary: With baby Ramsey not sleeping through the night, Ethan and Tatum make a pact of who gets up with the little one.

Rating/Warning: teen; language; innuendos

AN: Huge thank you to my sweet, creative friend @sfb123 who helped me brainstorm banter! What is with us and Monday mornings? lol Love you! Our lovely broody doctor belongs to our friends at Pixelberry. Also, I haven't revealed Baby Ramsey's gender just yet, so if you see a random "he" or "she", don't get too excited. And last but not least: now that they're married, when they're being silly, Ethan and Tatum call each Mr. and Mrs. rather than "doctor".

~💜~

"Goodnight, my little vampire," Tatum whispers, a smirk hidden in her exhausted eyes. Ensuring that the mobile above the crib is set on a timer, she tiptoes out of the darkened nursery. Leaning her back against the closed door, she exhales a sigh of relief before returning to her bed.

Ethan and Tatum were lucky to have a baby that started sleeping through the night at ten weeks of age. However, a little regression happened this past week when their almost five-month old started cutting their first few teeth. The couple agreed there was no point in both of them getting up to soothe their little one; so they made a pact that whoever woke up first would tend to the baby. It was a great idea. In theory.

Tatum found herself alone, waking up every few hours for the past six days. She was extremely fatigued, and her nipples were sore from the cluster-feeding. Ethan, however, was sleeping like a baby–better than their actual baby. How the hell was he resting through their child's high pitched shrills for comfort?

As Tatum sneaks back into their master bedroom, she stares at her sleeping husband, his eyes peacefully closed, snuggly tucked under the covers.

And her eyebrows begin to furrow as her lips twist. Is he really asleep? Like, is he actually sleeping through all of this commotion?

Bullshit.

She carefully crawls between the sheets before leaning over to look at her quiet husband.

We'll just see about that...

"Are you awake?" Tatum barely whispers. He doesn't flinch, continuing to slumber. She sweetly presses her lips to his cheek before laying her head on his shoulder, cuddling against his still body. She runs her fingers across the musculature of his bare chest before undoing the drawstring of his pajama pants. But still, he remains motionless.

Oh, you are faking, you fake-ass faker…

Tatum scowls. She feels her pulse begin to race as she becomes more and more irritated by the minute. It was time to hit him where it hurt.

Let's see how well you sleep to this…

"Oh, baby," she mewls, "I don't know how we're gonna do this... with two babies in diapers in just a few short months."

"The fuck?"

Tatum feels the mattress dip next to her. She looks up to find a very stunned Ethan, anxiously pulling at his hair.

"Oh! Sweetheart," she feigns sincerity, sitting up in bed, "did I wake you up?"

"Tatum," he grabs her face tenderly, fear crashing into his eyes. "Are… are you really?"

Tatum shrugs before putting her fists on her hips. "Are you really fake sleeping so you don't have to get up with the baby?"

"Unbelievable," Ethan grunts, throwing himself back onto his pillow, turning his back to his wife.

"You know what? You're right, Ethan Ramsey," she snarls. "You are unbelievable." She roughly fluffs her pillow before throwing it down on the bed. Beyond angry, she begins to sniffle, turning her back to her husband.

Hearing her whimpers, Ethan glances over his shoulder to see her body tremble with each sob. He lets out a deep exhale before turning around to face Tatum. He clears his throat. "So… maybe I have been taking advantage of you, trying to get more sleep…"

Tatum turns around, the corner of her mouth turning up as she listens to her husband's attempt to apologize.

"But Tate," he scoffs, "what am i supposed to do?" He taps his chest, "You've got what the goods–"

"That's what the bottles are for, Rams–"

Suddenly they are silenced by the familiar scream of their tiny human, shrieking in the darkness. Ethan sighs, massaging his temple. "This doesn't last forever," he mumbles.

"This doesn't last forever," Tatum kindly grins, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. "Just hit the button with the picture of a bottle on it." Her words begin to slur as she relaxes, closing her eyes.

After a good twenty minutes, baby Ramsey finally settled down which finally settled down Tatum's mommy heart. Hearing Ethan's heavy steps coming back to the bedroom, she quickly shuts her eyes and pretends to be asleep.

Ethan crawls into bed and stares at his wife. And he snickers to himself. He brushes his lips across her forehead before whispering into her ear.

"I know you're awake."

Tatum remains still as Ethan raises an eyebrow, his eyes not leaving her still, peaceful body.

"You know how I know you're awake?"

Tatum remains silent, her eyes resting shut.

"Because you're not sawing logs." He notices a slight purse to her lips, trying to stifle her laughter. All of a sudden, Ethan lets out a giant snore, tickling his wife's sides.

She squeals, wildly kicking. She finally jolts up, grabbing her pillow and begins to playfully swat at her husband. "I… don't…. snore, you… asshole!"

Laughing uncontrollably, Ethan grabs a pillow to defend himself. "Now who's faking sleep."

Tatum stops, trying her best to look mad, but she can't help, but giggle.

"Do I know you? Or do I know you?" Ethan snickers as he fluffs up his side of the bed to go back to sleep. "You can't pull a fast one on me. I know when you're faking."

They both finally quiet down into comfortable silence as they readjust their bodies in bed, becoming more relaxed–that is until Tatum opens her mouth.

"You don't know when I fake an orgasm."

"Tatum Ramsey!" Ethan roars, "are you fucking kidding me right now?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Wouldn't you like to know..."

Tatum suddenly yelps as Ethan grips his large hands around her hips, jerking her body underneath his. "Wrong answer, Mrs. Ramsey," he nuzzles his thick lips into her neck, eliciting soft giggles and moans from his wife.

She cradles his head in his arms, firmly tugging at his dark waves as her voice turns breathy, flirty. "What are you going to do about it, Mr. Ramsey?"

He lifts her leg around his own waist before giving her ass a swift spank. "I dare you to fake it this time."

~💜~

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[ry0chann]

Prompt 1 from angst and 7 from fluff for connie

#1 — "It would be better if you stayed away from me."

#7 — “How mad would you be if I kissed you?”

WARNINGS: gn!reader, angst to fluff (sort of but not really), slightly suggestive, fwb realtionship, Connie is kind of an ass and ooc

WORD COUNT: 0.7k

NOTES: basically Connie screwed you over by leading you on but it doesn’t matter bc you like him. that's the plot lmao

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You knew you shouldn't have told him how you felt, yet you did anyway. Why? Did you think he'd reciprocate your feelings? What a silly assumption to make, knowing this entire arrangement was his idea in the first place. He made it very clear what his intentions were, it'd be a waste of time to try and find more out of the relationship.

It was your fault for catching feelings. You said you wouldn't, and you did. You couldn't help it — he acted like he loved you, treated you like you were his everything. And now, he stands before you with the biggest shit-eating grin, chuckling at the fact that you told him you liked him.

"That's a joke right?" he asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Your face heats up in embarrassment, your eyes falling from his.

"It's not..." you murmur, "Just thought I'd tell you, but I'm realizing I shouldn't have..."

He's quiet for a moment, processing your confession. Whether or not he actually felt something other than sexual attraction towards you was unclear — maybe he did, maybe he didn't. He had been experimenting with the idea a little, getting more intimate by kissing you and what not. Though maybe all of that gave you the wrong impression. Here you were telling him you stupidly caught feelings, all because he treated you the way he would his partner.

"Guess it'd be better if you stayed away from me then." He suddenly blurts, monotonically.

You're taken aback, confused as to why he'd suggest something like that. You didn't want that, even if it would hurt you more to stay with him in whatever you'd call this complicated relationship.

"What would that even accomplish?" you question.

He shrugs, not even confident in his words. He simply suggested it, that didn't mean he meant it.

"Dunno, but don't think I'm gonna stop calling you just because you got a crush on me."

The way he was looking at you somehow suggested he was unbothered by all this. You thought he'd care a little more, would at least talk things out or enlighten you on how he felt. But he didn't. He didn't care, didn't feel the same — wouldn't feel the same.

His eyes scan your form, ignoring the way your face contorts into something of a frown. Connie was only here today because you had "plans," then you decided to kill the vibe by pouring your heart out. He didn't seem turned off though, still staring at you like he wanted to rip your clothes off.

"Connie..." you sigh, "Maybe you're right. About uh, about us staying away from each other."

He pouts but it's not genuine. "Awe don't be like that. We'll figure it out, alright?"

You didn't believe him. Chances are, he didn't want to figure things out. You assume he'd want to continue the way things are and hope that your growing feelings magically disappear. If things continued the way they are, it'd only result in the opposite of what he wanted. Your feelings would only get stronger and that'd only complicate things more.

Connie takes hold of your hands, entwining his fingers with yours. He leans in a little, smirking like the little shit he is.

"How mad would you be if I kissed you?" he asks in a soft whisper.

Now really wasn't the time, you weren't in the mood. Still, feeling his hands in yours, being so close to him, having his lips inches from yours — he was tempting, extremely fucking tempting, and you were mentally kicking yourself for even considering giving in.

"I'd be pissed." you mumble, in a tone that suggested your words weren't entirely truthful.

He hums, impulsively kissing you anyway. You don't stop him though, in fact, you indulge. Your eyes flutter shut and you tilt your head to kiss him properly. His hands are quick to move to your waist, pulling you closer.

You had a feeling the conversation you started earlier wouldn't lead anywhere, this heated kiss only proving you right. It didn't help that you let your desires overpower any logical decision you could've made, not that any of that mattered anymore. He was intoxicating, it was impossible to deny him.

Going any further would end up being a mistake, you knew that. It wouldn't do your complicated feelings any favors, nor would it convince him to bother understanding you. But for now, you'd enjoy it. You'd let him handle you however he wanted, just like he always did, because in all honesty, you liked it.

[buckyownsmylife]

Do It Twice - a Do It Universe rewrite with Bucky and Steve

The one where Bucky's your boyfriend and he has a cuckold kink. Good thing Steve has shown interest in you.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, cursing, cuckold kink, creampie, oral (f), kind of a sharing kink again?, cum eating

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: This is my apology to Steve for all the shit I put him through in Graveyard. This time, he's the bull and Bucky's the cuckold. And yes, it is a rewrite of my do it universe, which was written with Jake Gyllenhaal as the bull and Tom Holland as the cuck. I may rewrite the other parts or divert from them completely, we'll see. Might leave it at this one, too.

I could still remember the moment this situation came into question. The way Bucky’s cheeks assumed a reddish undertone as he admitted his deepest secret: his desire to fuck me, knowing I had went out and fucked someone else.

I’d been beyond surprised, of course. I’d known what cuckold meant, but only in the context of bar jokes and silly conversations. I never really considered having a sexual relationship that entailed that.

But I loved Bucky. I wanted to make him happy, and I think I’d been doing a great job since becoming his girlfriend. It’d taken me months to carefully build the trust that he needed to admit his kink to me. What kind of a partner would I be if I didn’t at least try to fulfill his desires?

And, of course, there was the way Steve looked at me. I’d noticed the very first time we were introduced to each other, how he ran his blue eyes over my body with undeniable desire poorly hidden on the aqua hues, and the fact that he was so unashamed of the way he licked his lips in front of my boyfriend as he accepted my handshake made my body feel hotter than it probably should.

He was Captain America. The definition of a good boy, and still he had no problem wanting his best friend’s girlfriend. I knew he did, but I chose to ignore it because what else could I do? Entertain the idea of being attracted to the other supersoldier when I already had a perfect boyfriend who I was also extremely attracted to? It just didn’t make any sense.

“Tell me what he did, doll.” Bucky’s words were hot over my face as his hands roamed almost desperately over my practically naked body, until he managed to unwrap my dress and let the light fabric flow down to the floor. “Tell me where he touched you, I want to hear it,” he insisted, his hands taking notice of the bruises left on my skin, the clear signs of another man’s possession on what was once only his.

“Everywhere,” I admitted, barely over a whisper, and I saw his cock twitch under his boxers. I witnessed his mouth falling open, his tongue coming out to wet his lips before he delved to lick my collarbones, where I knew there was a litany of lovebites coloring them.

“Tell me more,” he begged. “Tell me how it felt.”

What could I say about the evening I’d just spent with my boyfriend’s best friend? A shiver went down my spine as I suddenly remembered what Steve had whispered in my ear before sending me back home to Bucky, just as my boyfriend’s talented mouth reached my throat.

“He asked me to tell you that he sent you a gift,” I breathed out, my words sounding raspy after spending a good part of the night being throatfucked. Bucky just hummed in acknowledgment against my skin, now reaching my jaw as I turned my face to the side to give him more room to work. “I have his cum inside of me.”

That had Bucky’s head snapping up to look me in the eyes, and for a second I was afraid Steve and I had taken this too far - that my boyfriend realized all the implications of what we’d done and that now he was disgusted with me.

But then he lunged at me, throwing me on the bed, his huge hands immediately prying my thighs open so I was spread out for his gaze to take. “Showed me,” he begged, and after only a moment of hesitation, I clenched my pussy, expelling the milky substance Steve had directed me to keep it inside after we were done.

“He’ll love it,” he had assured me. “Just like you loved to take me in your pretty little hole. Didn’t you?”

He’d been right, I realized as soon as Bucky plunged his tongue deep inside my cunt, scooping up his best friend’s release and relishing in it. “Fuck, this is everything I ever wanted,” he confessed, and I felt a new wave of wetness flow through me at the knowledge that this absolutely depraved activity was exactly what my boyfriend needed.

“I’m glad.” I ran my fingers through his locks, pulling slightly as he feasted on my used pussy. It was still sensitive from how thoroughly Steve had been, and if I closed my eyes, I could still feel his weight on top of me, his big muscles locking me under his control.

“What else did he say?” Bucky asked, his pretty pink lips sucking my clit, making me cry out loud over the sensitiveness. I could barely speak, too fucked out and somehow also too horny to remember something as simple as words. But I knew this would all have been for nothing if I didn’t tell my boyfriend about what I’d done before coming home to him.

“He…” I started, stopping only to moan out loud as Bucky’s fingers came into play, exploring the same place Steve had so brutally fucked only hours before. “He said he never had a better pussy in his life. And that he’d fucked a lot of women, so I should better believe him.”

Bucky chuckled against my cunt, making me cry out as the feeling reverberated through me, prompting a mini-orgasm that made my thighs quiver.

“He wasn’t lying, sweetheart. I can attest to the fact that ever since he’s gotten used to this century, he’s had a lot of flings. I can also confirm…” He continued, finally pulling away from my cunt to rub his cock on my clit, teasing me. I didn’t know how he found the control to do so, his cock was visibly throbbing in his fist, the red tip leaking precum all over me. “… that there’s no better pussy in the world than this one right here.”

I loved having Bucky inside of me. He filled me in a way that felt more than physical. It was almost like a spiritual experience. But today, something felt different, like our connection had been taken to another level, somehow.

“Tell me, my love… Was he… Was he gentle?” He was panting now, desperately searching for his release as he thrusted in and out of me. “Or was he rough? Did he pound your little pussy like I do when you’re being a bad girl? Did he make you scream his name as you came around his cock?”

God, Bucky’s dirty talk was getting to me. I was trembling in his hands now, clawing at his back as I begged him to speed up his movements. Desire broke my inhibitions, finally loosening my tongue as I gave my boyfriend what he so desperately asked of me.

“He… He was rough, so rough, Buck.” I admitted. “He fucked me like a whore.”

Bucky’s strangled moan echoed around our room, and I managed to find the strength to turn us over so I could ride him. Seeing just how much he was enjoying this gave me the courage to keep on sharing the details of my night with Steve.

“He asked me to tell him how much I liked him, how good I made him feel.” Panting, my heartbeat was racing, both from approaching my high and the anticipation to know what Bucky would think of it.

"And did you?” I watched as Bucky licked his lips, his eyes following the trail of lovebites Steve had left over my stomach and chest, until he found my eyes, nodding to signal me to keep going.

“Yes…” It came out more like a long moan than anything else, as I kept on grinding my body against his, his cock filling me up. “I told him how hot he was, how great his big cock felt inside of me.”

Just talking about it reminded me of how Steve had felt inside of me, which made me cry out, abandoning the slow roll of my hips for quicker movements.

“Was he bigger than me? Did he stretch you out, baby?” We’d talked about this previously, so I didn’t feel all that bad about saying, “Yes. He was so big, honey, so thick. He had to make me cum three times and open me up with his fingers so I could accept his cock inside of me.”

Stopping for a bit only to swallow around my dry throat, I realized what I could say to make Bucky cum. “He wanted to fuck my ass, James. But he said it’d take too much time to get his dick inside of me, and he was too horny to wait that long before cumming inside of me.”

Just as I expected, my words made Bucky finally reach his release, spilling inside of me and prompting another orgasm that drained my body of all its energy. The last thing I remembered hearing before I drifted off to sleep was his passionate thanks for giving him the best sex of his life.

[saitama-division]

It's unknown how many times today the doorbell to Sayaka's house in Saitama was pushed today, but it seemed like it would go on at least once more. Alerting the residence, the matriarch of the family stood and answered the door, finding a delivery man there holding a large box covered with colorful wrapping paper.

"Sayaka Miyuki?" The gentlemen asked, to which the woman of the household nodded, prompting the deliveryman to hand her a clipboard with a piece of paper on it. Knowing the whole routine, Sayaka put her signature at the bottom of the paper, before handing it back to the man who handed the box to her, before bidding her farewell.

"Another present, love?" Lola asked as Sayaka hauled the box inside, placing it down. Truthfully, the box wasn't as heavy as expected.

"Yes," Sayaka answered, sighing. She didn't mind all the gifts that she had been receiving. Really, she loved them all; it was just embarrassing to know how many people were going out of their way to make her feel appreciated. Sighing again, she grabbed a pair of scissors and tore the tape off the top of the box, before pulling the covers of the box up. She peered inside and looked at what was inside.

In one of the corners of the box was a much smaller box; a jewelry box, to be exact. Pulling it out, Sayaka opened it up and her eyes grew wide as she looked at what was inside of it:

Inside were a pair of gold rings, one small and one large. Adoring each ring was a butterfly, the symbol of the Saitama Division team. Slipping the ring on her finger, Sayaka was shocked to see that it was a perfect fit for her finger. The smaller one couldn't fit, but she thought to Yoshiko. Could it fit her? ...It was something to think about, at any rate.

"Ohhh," Lola said, looking at the ring. "Got a secret admirer I don't know about, love?"

"D-don't be silly!" Sayaka said, blushing at her friend's teasing. Ignoring the model, the single mom looked at the rest of the gifts inside the box and pulled out a slightly larger box that was inside of it. Pulling it out, she pulled the lid off and looked inside.

Inside were a trio of different-colored kimono robes. They were long enough to cover one's legs and feet, but still daring enough that it got the message across to a partner.

"Ohhh," Lola said, looking at one of the robes. "These look nice! Think I could borrow one, love?"

"Uhh... maybe," Sayaka said, as she looked at one of them. They were certainly pretty, but she didn't know if she'd ever wear one. It wasn't risqué or anything, but it might send the wrong message if anyone other than her friends saw her wearing this. ...But then again, who would see her wearing this save her friends and daughter?

Shaking her head at such thoughts, the birthday woman pulled out the last gift inside of the large box. Picking it up, she could tell it was a bottle of some sort. Pulling the wrapping paper off, she looked at what was inside of it.

It was a clear bottle of colorful purple liquid. On the front cover, it read, 'Original Butterfly: Botanical Liqueur'. It certainly looked interesting, and Sayaka can't recall ever seeing a colorful liqueur like this before.

"Please tell me you are opening that tonight," Lola asked, eager to try some.

"We'll see," Sayaka smiled as she placed the bottle off to the side. Sighing, she was pleased that that was the last gift in the box. She had wondered though, who had sent her all of these gifts. Checking one last time inside, she noticed a note at the bottom. Reaching down, she pulled it out and read it:

'From Okinawa Division, Happy Birthday!'

'P.S. Those robes I bought were strictly for you. So do not, under any circumstances let that wanna-be model wear them! She'll lower their value! Thanks!'

In Okinawa Division...

"The little message really wasn't necessary, Miss Rose."

"No, but it did get the message across. Haha!"

"...Women..."

“On second thought, nevermind, I’d rather not catch anything if that bimbo was the one who bought them. Who knows what she could have done.” Lola scrunched up her nose in disgust, extenuating her point by moving away from the kimono robes.

Sayaka laughed nervously in response and set the letter aside, “Oh come on, Lola. Be nice, it’s a lovely gift, the Okinawa team are very sweet for doing this for someone like me.”

Lola merely rolled her eyes, “Uh, duh. You’re literally the best person ever, anyone you says otherwise or dont see it are dumb, blind, and deaf. Anyways, what I’m really interested is this.” She grabbed the bottle of liquor and made her way to the kitchen. “Can’t celebrate your birthday with getting the tiniest bit of shitface, I’ll be waiting.”

This time, Sayaka laughed wholeheartedly as she followed her friend into the kitchen.

Thank you for the gift!

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Cos I like you

Prologue

Edit: watch the latest 2 kids room of bangchan x changbin and felix x changbin to understand some references.

Chapter 1

Hyunjin got back to the dorm after long hours of practicing. He grabbed a bottle of water and sat down on the sofa. Next to him, Bang Chan was excitedly texting someone.

Hyunjin smirked a bit and asked, "Hyung why are you looking at your phone like you're in love?"

Bang chan looked at hyunjin with shocked eyes and said "no no noo it's not like that. It's just I got in touch with an old friend after a long time. We sort of lost contact when I moved to Korea which was maaaany years ago so.."

"Ohhh wow that's nice. What's he like?" Hyunjin continued the conversation

"Well SHE's still just the same as before. She was always pretty sweet and kind. I'm glad we're talking again."

"So it is a girl. Hmm....waaait, did you tell her that you're a kpop idol? or does she already know?" Hyunjin got curious.

"Nope. Not a single clue. We were friends when we were 10 year olds and she only knew my Christian name, Chris. So I doubt it." Chan smiled to himself

Hyunjin chucked a bit and replied "She's gonnabe so shocked. I wonder how she'll react. What's her name?"

"Y/N"

"That doesn't sound Korean or Christian." Hyunjin stated. "Yeah I know. She's from India. But her parents moved to Australia. I used to have a lot of Indian friends in Australia. I feel so nostalgic now that I'm talking to her after a looong time."

"Oh wow hyung, you have friends from all over the  world. I wish I was like you." Hyunjin smiled.

"You want to see her pic?"

"Yeah sure."

They waited for y/n's selfie to upload.

After 5 minutes, bang chan rolled his eyes and said "The wi-fi is always so slow. I guess I'll have to show once the pic loads.." Chan sighed.

"Ahh it's okay don't worry. I can see the pic later. I'm sure she's pretty. Happy for you" Hyunjin replied in a teasing manner. Before Chan could reply, Hyunjin went off into his room with his bottle of water.

"I don't even know how she looks. Come on Hyunjin." Chan whined to himself but was still curious about how you've been and what you've been up to.

A new message popped up

Y/N: Am I so ugly that you won't even respond to my messages anymore? T^T

Chan: NOOOOO! it's the damn Wi-Fi. Your pic won't load. Wait...for the time being I'll send you my selfie and you can reply.

Y/N: will your WiFi let you send pics if the connection is so poor?

Chan sent the pic and the downloading circle kept on revolving.

Chan: I guess not :( we'll see each later I suppose.

Y/N: hmm okay. anyways how have u been? what's it like in Korea?

Chan thought for a minute before replying

Chan: pretty good! I'm pursuing higher studies. I live in a dorm. Other than that, I've been working on making my music. What about you?

Y/N: that sounds so exciting! I hope your dreams come true one day.

Chan chuckled at the message and thought little does she know.

Y/N: I'm also pursing my higher studies but all the classes are online so I'm at home haha. I'm actually coming to Korea for vacation soon. I thought if I'm going to Korea I could at least find the one friend who I knew also went there.

Chan: I'm really glad you did. It's so lovely to talk to you again. I hope you come to Korea soon so we can meet.

Y/N: same bro. I'll let you know the dates soon. Oh well g2g. TTYS?

Chan: Sure take care bye!

Chan switched off his phone and thought that he'll probably have to tell his members to pretend to be students for a while. He knows y/n will know the truth soon but it could be shocking to give y/n such a huge news abruptly.

Changbin came out of his room and in his most aegyo and high pitched voice said: Channiiiee hyung~ let's cuddle nowww pleaseeeee"

With a gleam in his eyes, Chan suddenly got up replied in a similar voice "Changbinniieeee~ I'll hold youuuu."

And they went off in his room to cuddle. Despite being older than the '00 liners, these 2 were way more playful and loved to act silly. Hyunjin heard their voices and rolled his eyes. 2 peas in a pod Hyunjin thought and smirked. Hyunjin's phone rang and he picked up. "Felix what's up?"

"Changbin again left me on read. Not that it bothers me though. Anyways what's up?"

"He's having a cuddle session with chan right now so I doubt he's gonna check his phone" Hyunjin said with a laugh.

"Ahhh I remember we used to do that too when we were roommates" felix said while looking at his changbin plushie and slightly pouting.

Hyunjin started laughing "you sound upset?? What is this? A love triangle? Want me to go tell Chan hyung to back off?"

"Hey hey hey it's not like that okay?" Felix replied in defence. Hyunjin was still laughing and replied "Sure sure, also you don't have to worry about Chan taking changbin hyung any-" Hyunjin stopped mid sentence. He didn't know if he should talk about y/n to Felix without Chan's permission.

"Huuuh? And why is that?" Felix asked playfully.

Hyunjin took a minute and replied

"Because he's mr steal your girl, not steal your boy."

And they both started laughing. After a few moments, felix replied "ok well the reason I was calling was because I wanted to come by and work on our unit song. Is that okay?

Hyunjin replied that it's okay and he can come anytime. Felix packed some food and left his dorm.