#please look him up please hes so soso cool

[rene-darling]

Hi hiii

How do you feel about Choso from jjk? He's literally so fucking pretty, maybe it was the cool lighting in the episode but bro is majestic. I need to fuck him dumb so bad until he's babbling and his mind is so gone.

Yeah but that's me, how do you feel about him?

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DUMB- choso

...I feel the same ml, pretty sure this is gender neutral since I didn't use any pronouns for the reader, if I did feel free to inform me!...pic credits..sybbatra

...choso...

Choso is a pretty tame person, he's had limited contact with people so Imagine this hundred of years old curse who has never slept with anyone,

He's so pretty, isn't he? He definitely throws his head back while you're fucking him. Deep breathy moans and when he's really far gone he starts whining and pleading with you, what's he pleading for? He doesn't know. He just is.

Fuck him on your lap facing him towards a mirror, he's far too embarrassed to look. Throwing his head back onto your shoulder, his hot breath tickles your neck while he moans and whines right into your ear.

Getting too embarrassed by moaning into you, he's forced to look forward, to look at himself being fucked dumb it's so embarrassing he starts crying from shame! Cute darling is now crying into your neck, hiding his face in shame.

"aww... what's wrong soso-..? Hm?" fuck. He hates that nickname- no, he loves it. What? He hates it when you act dumb. "..so mean..y-you're-..s-so meAN-!" cutting off his babbling by suddenly grabbing and jerking his sloppy dick

It's tip is a raging red. It looks so silly.

His long hair flows down his neck and over your shoulder and back as he rests his head there. You jerk his dick a few times before letting it go, his hard-on slaps against his stomach with a wet sound, it makes you chuckle, while he whines at the sound. You're really so mean!!

His muscles tense up, he's really so close! You can tell. It's like clockwork how his body acts the same way before every release, you have its pattern memorized.

Tensing up, his mouth falls dry, and his breath hitches. He convulses, slightly shivering as his body slumps back into you.

His hand reaches out towards yours, and he grabs at it, tugging it, shaking his head he mumbles out "Mhm..n-no more...please, I've-...I've had enough, it's enough experimenting- f-..for today." He finds the energy to turn his head and look over at you. His eyes glossed over as he tries finding mercy in yours.

Sighing, you shake your head, getting a strained whine from him "I told you, we'll fuck until you can't speak- but it seems my pretty boyfriend here is quite coherent and able to make sense of things. We can't have that can we?"

You're so mean, so very mean. But he loves you, and he loves how you make him feel, so he takes a deep breath as he nods squeezing his eyes shut as he pouts his lips, he at least wants a kiss from you before you ravage him again!

[yuutx]

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 , 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! (𝒜𝐿𝐻𝒜𝐼𝒯𝐻𝒜𝑀)

al haitham x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ student - teacher / modern au ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. public sex (?) spanking (belt). degrading kink. praise kink. size kink. creampie. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

i think im becoming alhaitham crazy recently,, i can't stop thinking about him 'n writing 4 himmm . . agghhh hes soso perfect . . alsooo, art credits go to @/eriimyon ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

You could only focus on the sound of his footfalls, his presence so strong it made you quiver. His hand was a heavy weight against your shoulder, the other gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. They were so pretty, even now, a darkened, stormy green that had you melting, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Look at me," his voice was soft, yet his tone was authoritative, making you squirm in your seat. You were practically dripping, the need to feel him inside you becoming almost unbearable. The smirk on his face only served to make your cheeks flare, and your eyes darted away, trying to find a distraction. A mistake, really, one that had you gasping, the sharp sting of his hand meeting your cheek causing you to jolt. "Eyes on me, brat. Don't make me ask you again."

Your head whipped to him, and he chuckled, a deep, dark sound that had your heart skipping a beat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, breath warm and ghosting over the sensitive skin.

"What should I do with you?" He asked, his tone mocking, and his grip on your chin tightened. "You've been so distracted in class, always squirming in your seat." Your eyes squeezed shut as he nipped at the lobe of your ear, teeth tugging gently. You could hear the buckle of his belt unclasping, and your breath hitched, anticipation flooding you. A sudden lurch, and your body moved, your cheek hitting the table, the wood cold against the warmth of your flushed skin. You felt his hands tugging at the hem of your skirt, pulling it up over your ass, and the sound of his belt whistling through the air only served to make your pussy pulse.

"So needy, aren't you? You're dripping through your panties." His hands caressed the flesh of your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft skin, his fingers digging into the pliant muscle. The cool leather of the belt traced along the curve of your ass, and you sucked in a breath. Your mind went blank when the leather met your skin, the crack of the belt sending a wave of pleasure down your spine. "Count for me, brat." He demanded, and you managed a nod, the sting of the first lash still lingering. Another crack, and a strangled moan left your lips, a gasp and a stuttered 'one' tumbling out. By the fifth lash, tears had started to gather in your eyes, and your voice had grown hoarse, a puddle of drool gathered below you.

"Good girl." He praised, his thumb rubbing against the sore flesh of your ass, a low, content hum leaving him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to each asscheek, his thumbs spreading them apart, and you whined, his gaze boring into your exposed cunt. "So wet for me. Such a good girl." His praise sent a fresh wave of slick pouring out of you, a soft cry leaving your lips. You felt as if you could cum hands free, the throb of your neglected clit almost painful. A sniffle, and he was there, his body draping over you, the heat of his chest a welcome presence. He hushed you, his fingers carding through your hair, brushing away the strands that clung to the tear tracks on your cheeks. You nuzzled against his palm, turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. "That's it. What do you need?"

"Sir," you whined, his name coming out more as a gasp than anything. You ground back against him, his bulge meeting the curve of your ass, the friction of the zipper causing you to moan. "Sir..need it..want your cock, please.." You begged, the haze of lust nearly taking over, your words barely intelligible. You heard him groan, and you felt the warmth of his body leave you, the absence almost too much. You let out a noise of protest, your hips canting backwards, desperate for some form of relief.

"Stay put." He ordered, and you managed a nod, not trusting yourself to speak, the lump in your throat far too much to push through. You squeezed your thighs together, the wetness making your skin stick, and you whimpered, the stimulation not enough. A hand met the curve of your ass, and a yelp left you, your head snapping to him.

"Don't move. If you want my cock, then be a good girl, and stay still." The promise was almost too much, and you buried your face in your arms, a muffled 'sorry' leaving you.

"Good girl."

He pulled his length free from the confines of his pants, hissing at the relief, the fabric of his underwear almost too much to handle. Precum dribbled from the head, and he smeared it over the pink, glistening head, his eyes rolling back as he stroked himself, gathering up the bead of precum that collected at the tip. It was only after his length was covered with his own slick did he move, lining himself up, his free hand grabbing a fistful of your hair. He pulled, his fingers tangling in the soft, silken strands, a cry leaving your lips.

"Ready, brat?" He asked, a breathless chuckle leaving him, the sound turning into a low moan as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Filthy girl.. Is this what you've been thinking of during my lectures?" You were embarrassed at how quickly you nodded, a moan leaving you as he teased you with the head of his cock, the sensation enough to drive you insane.

With a sharp thrust, he sheathed himself inside of you, the tight heat of your cunt sending his head spinning, the groan that left him nearly animalistic. You keened, the sudden intrusion almost too much, his length filling you far better than any toy ever could. He didn't give you time to adjust, and the burn of his cock stretching you open was almost euphoric, your hands clutching the table for dear life. He pulled back, the drag of his cock nearly too much, before he slammed back in, the desk jerking with the force. The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, and you cried out, the pleasure overwhelming. You could hear him cursing under his breath, his own moans intermingling with your cries, a chorus of pleasure. You were sure that someone would hear, the obscene noises far too loud to be concealed, but the thought only spurred you on.

His hips pounded against yours, the pressure of his fingers holding you in place, the bruises already forming. Your fluttering, gummy walls hooked around him, as if refusing to let him leave. He could feel you pulsing, the rhythm of your cunt squeezing him, trying to milk him for all he had. He was so close, the urge to paint your walls white driving him on, his grip on your hair tightening, forcing you to arch, a wail leaving you, your pussy clamping around him. You were right there, the knot in your belly tight, the pleasure almost painful. You could feel your release building, his name falling from your lips, a litany of curses and pleas for him not to stop. Each thrust of his hips was met with a roll of your own, your body working towards your release, the head of his cock pounding against the sweet spot that had your vision going white. His fingers found their way to your clit, and it was enough to send you spiraling, your cunt spasming, clenching around his cock as your orgasm wracked through you. You could vaguely hear him groaning, his pace stuttering as his own release took him over, his cum shooting deep into your throbbing, clenching cunt.

He continued to rut into you, a shaky sigh leaving him, his cock twitching with each spurt of his seed. "Haah.. fuck, you take me so well," he murmured, and a weak moan left you, the sensation almost too much. With a final groan, he pulled out, and a hiss left him, his own cum dripping from your used pussy. "Such a good girl." His praise had you preening, and his fingers slipped inside of you, pumping lazily. A squeal left you, your oversensitive body jumping at the sensation. He chuckled, and you could feel his lips press against the back of your neck, his tongue dragging along the sweat-slick skin. "What do you say?" His tone was mocking, a knowing smirk on his face, and you felt the blood rushing to your cheeks, a whine leaving you.

"T-thank you, sir.." You mumbled, and he let out a laugh, his thumb finding its way to your clit, pinching the swollen nub between his fingers. The cry that left you was almost shameful, the sound bordering on a sob, your body jumping. You could feel him press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, his voice a soft murmur.

"My pleasure."

[prettiestlovergirl]

BACKSTAGE

tw: MDNI; semi-public sex; fem!reader; slight breeding kink; degradation; hair pulling; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); drummer! luke

a/n: i have had the idea of backstage sex with musician! luke for sososo long and i haven't seen enough of other people do it soooo... enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

everything happened so, so fast.

one minute, you were standing in the wings, admiring your boyfriend. you watched as he banged the drums over and over again, his back muscles flexing hard and dripping with enough sweat to make you drool.

the next, he was offstage, wrapping his hand tightly around your wrist and dragging you into the nearest empty room. you'd barely had a second to greet him before your back was pressed against the wall and his lips were on yours.

"well, hello to you too" you murmur against him, a slight giggle escaping that quickly turned breathy as he pressed himself against you. his hands are hot and calloused as they make their way under your shirt to hold your waist. his fingers dig harshly into the skin.

"no time, mami, need you so bad" luke mumbles against your lips, the kiss was hungry, and you couldn't help but moan as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth like he'd done hundreds of times.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, along his warm body to get even closer as you tugged at the curls on the nape of his neck. "we can't, anybody could walk in here..." you whine against his lips, his thumbs brushing up and down your skin.

he pulled away from your lips, pressing wet, hot kisses along your jaw. "c'mon mami, i'll be so, so quick." he stated, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck after each word, causing your mind to get a bit hazy, he knew just how to get you every. single. time.

you whined a bit, but of course you couldn't say no! not when he was so desperate for you, not when his lips found their way to your pulse point and made your pussy practically start throbbing.

"f-fine, yes, please, fuck me" you nodded, biting your lip to hold in a moan as he dug his teeth into your skin a bit more. "that's m' good girl." he smirked, continuing to suck and slide his tongue over your skin as he brought his hands down to unbutton your jeans.

he quickly slid the fabric down your legs, pulling your panties down along with them before spinning you around, pressing your face against the cool wall as you stood up on your toes and spread your legs.

"gods, mami... look so fucking pretty like this, all spread out f'me." he groaned, wrapping his fist around his cock, giving it a few tugs and coating it in some of the pre leaking from his tip.

you bit your lip, starting to feel impatient as he teasingly rubbed his tip along your folds. he didn't have enough time to properly prepare you before people started looking for him, so he continued to use his cock to spread your wetness all around. "mm, luke..." you whine, wiggling your ass a bit before he finally pushed into you.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, how are you still so tight..." he groaned, bringing his head down to your shoulder. he pressed his lips against your smooth skin before sinking his teeth in, moaning against you as he pushed all the way to the hilt.

"oh, fuck!" you whimpered, your hands pressed flat against the wall for some extra support as you clenched around him. "shh, gotta be quiet mami, don't want anyone interrupting before i get a chance to make you cum, yeah?" he cooed, to which you simply nodded, unable to speak without moaning too loud.

he started out at a nice pace, thrusting deep inside of you while his hands reattached themselves to your hips. he thrusted into you over and over again, trying to still be somewhat gentle because you were just so. fucking. tight.

"such a good fucking girl, letting me use her tight little pussy like this in a random closet." he groaned, making you whimper out more as you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. you wanted to be quiet, to be a good girl for him, but it was so hard!! he was fucking you soso good.

"fuck, more, please!" you moaned, your mouth hung open as you let out soft pants and gasps while he fucked into you. you needed to feel him harder, deeper. you wanted to stay in this moment forever, feeling his lips on your shoulder, his cock hitting just where you need him over and over.

if this were a normal occasion, he would have punished you for being so demanding, but you had been such a good girl for him, and he needed you soso badly.

as he started thrusting in even harsher and faster, your moans got louder and louder, you just couldn't help it! he was just fucking you so good, you needed it so bad.

he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your back to arch as he made you look at him while he fucked roughly into you. "i said you have to be quiet, mami. if you think i won't just leave you in here like this, you're wrong." he stated, looking right down into your watery eyes.

"'m sorry!" you whimper, keeping your eyes on his as you did your best to keep in your noises. "it's just so good, 'm sorry, i'll be so so good, please don't stop" you begged, honestly wanting to cry at just the idea of him stopping.

"look at you, gonna cry over my cock? such a fucking slut." he cooed, finally releasing your hair from his grip as he continued to thrust into you. you did your best to keep quiet, the occasional soft gasp or squeal of pleasure escaping you.

luke smirked as he looked down at where you were connected, even in the dark closet he could see the creamy white ring you created around his cock, always just so fucking soaked for him.

you felt the knot in your core get tighter and tighter as he continued to fuck into you, bringing one hand down to start rubbing your swollen, puffy clit to help soothe the ache and bring you closer to your climax.

"fuck, fuck, luke, 'm so close, so fucking close, please make me cum!" you moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he started thrusting even harder and faster into you, feeling the way your pussy walls clenched around his cock.

"i've got you mami, cum for me, be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?" he groaned, bringing his hand forward to replace yours on your clit, rubbing it faster and faster until you finally came all around his cock.

he continued to thrust into you, now chasing his own high as he pressed his palm harshly against your puffy clit, applying pressure to soothe you while he fucked into you harsher and faster.

it wasn't long before luke gave one final, harsh thrust into you and released ropes and ropes of his thick white cum, painting your insides white.

"fuck, i love you so much..." he groaned, staying buried inside of you and pressing his forehead to your shoulder again.

"love you too."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[rzyraffek]

Hey umm are you still doing people requests? Umm can i request about Billy lenz,michael myers,the sinclair brothers,and Jason with a bassist s/o? i mean like s/o can play a bass or a guitar!! like that, im sorry if its too hard for you and sorry for my bad english

Im still doing requests!! And I will for long while! I never played any indtrument but I did my best. Also your English is great! (And sorry for long wait) Request open

Slashers with guitarist s/o

Billy Lenz

Lisening to gossip and drama all day might sound cool, but it isn't lol. Imagine sitting in attic and the only things you can hear is some girls talking shit 24/7

So yeah when he hears music he is more than intrested

This guy never was huge music fan but oh boi its good to hear something new

Gonna sneak into s/o room and play with guitar 100%

If s/o is a professional player and has some sort of medals/rewards im sure he gonna steal some frf

Micheal myers

Guy was in hospital for 30years i doubt he heard anyone play in real life. Maybe in radio or guard himming but omg its been long time since he saw somone do it irl

My guy is gonna stalk the hell out of them

When they are in relationship He gonna just grab guitar and bring it to them and stare. He wanna hear you play so much😭😭

Doesnt understand that most guitars aren't made out of super strong materials and he probably step on it few times or trow it at them for no reason. So they either have to buy new ones or scod him so much he never goes near that thing again

Vincent

He just gonna sit there awkwardly, enjoying the music😊😊

Loves it!

Wants s/o to teach him! He is a fast learner! Pls!!

Will beg them to play his favourite songs (dude looks like my chemical romance fan)

If s/o plays some slow calm songs he will acually fall asleep to it

Bo sinclair

Hes not big music fan tbh

Guy will say "oh? Cool cool" and move with his life

But he likes to have backround noise when he does stuff so he won't mind them just vibing with guitar while he does he work

After a while it kinda gets in his routine to lisen them play so he might acually come around once or twice asking them to continue

Lester Sinclair

Omg THE VIBE

Imagine IMAGINE JUST driving on empty road in Forest, great vibes, and nice guitar. Man it sounds amazing!

He gonna sing to it frfr. Does he know what theyare playing? No. Does it stop him from singing some random lyrics? No

Will tell them all complements in the word. That he never heard such amazing play or that he could fall in love with them again if he could ect ect idc

He gonna flex to bo and vince. Like: watch this yo shes soo good with that guitar

Jason Voorhees

I can imagine how they met really

S/o just trying to vibe on trip, having casual walk in Forest, they decide to have lil break and sit down and maybe play a little. And this precious bean hears it and is soso curious and he just ends up standing behind them lisening to them play for like good 10minutes untill they either see him and evaluate or just leave without even noticing

Pls this guy doenst even care about killing at this point, pls play more rn!!!! Please?

I can see this guy accidenlty kidnapping them and just giving them guitar and probably panicking as much as them tbh😭😭😭

But the best vibe is when s/o and Jason just sit next to campfire and vibe. He plays with their hair/makes flower crowns while they play guitar

[definitelynotshouting]

Saw your tag on the post about devotion corrupting and the absolute need for more corruption verse kicked me in the head. So may you please spare some breadcrumbs about corruption verse :looks at you with big, wet eyes:

EODNWODKW HELP I DIDNT SEE THIS UNTIL JUST NOW...

oh gods idk what to even say abt corruption verse bc i genuinely intend on writing it... Uhhh i can talk abt Grian ig!!! Grian is super fucking cool, im kinda obsessed with him and the powers i gave him in this au

Basically, Grian is an ancient trickster spirit of corrupted power-- explicitly power that corrupts. He has a LOT of it at his disposal, and a few thousand years ago he regularly made deals with people who wanted that kind of thing. New rulers, martyrs for a cause, rebellion leaders. People who were desperate enough to come looking for him and strike a deal. And if you were foolish enough to do that, he'd grant you his power.... but it would poison you slowly, twisting you into someone unfamiliar. Kings became tyrants. Martyrs became pariahs. Leaders grew harsh and were turned on by their friends. Everyone he ever gave power to met an untimely and usually very gruesome death, which was why he was ultimately sealed away by a team of powerful magick users, in a tiny artifact that was passed through generations until it was donated as an old historical trinket to the Academy of Natural Magicks.

Idk i just think he's a neat lil morally grey guy >:] i really cannot wait to write his and Scar's first meeting bc its SOOOOO good.. thats gonna be such a fun encounter. But yeah in case your wondering, Scar and Grian did end up striking a deal prior to a little victimless crime, but Scar knew abt the effects up front and didnt care, which is why Grian thinks he's the most interesting guy on the planet. Thats his babygirl and he is soso mad the Academy hurt him<3 rip to them bc the both of them are abt to watch the world burn

[thebatbites]

i want more laurance thoughts pretty please

OKAY BUT YOU ASKED FOR IT

My thoughts on Laurence Zvhal

soft warning for aaron slander. im not really slandering him im just sharing my conspiracy theories. ALSO THIS BITCH IS LONGGGG AND THERES SO MUCH RAMBLIGN GOD HELP

god i love him so bad... thats the main thing i wanna get cleared up right the fuck away. i love him SOSO bad and i think jesson uses him completely inappropiately and im stealing him. okay? hes my oc now.

this is also a warning, i havent refreshed completely with my mcd knowledge and mystreet is more fresh in my mind so if i say something wrong about a plot point be nice to me im doing my best im a little guy with a dissociative disorder so i forget shit

aaalllrighty where the hell do i begin?

okay so first off, right off the bat: when he got back from the nether in mcd, he should've been blind. because

disability representation. blindness isnt something that can just be cured unless you get touched by jesus christ himself (im not religious but i think thats in the bible lol) and it something that impacts millions of people on the daily. exposing that to young kids can introduce them to the fact that not everybody is just like them and that people come in many different shapes and sizes. and it ofc helps anyone who happens to be blind have a chracter to relate to and project on.

do YOU KNOW HOW COOL IT WOULD BE FOR A BLIND KNIGHT? like fighting is a very visual skill for the most part you need to see your opponents sword to properly dodge it or you are good and truly fucked. so taking something integral to fighting and ripping it away gives another great chance for character development as well as some really sick ass scenes where laurence goes all toph and uses his senses that are now firing at all cylinders and kicks total ass

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST!! like. laurence is a very visual guy, right? he sees pretty ladies to flirt with, he's a knight, he cares about his looks. so now he has all of that pretty much ripped away from him in an instant. what the fuck is he supposed to do? he flounders. hes a shell of his former self, in a way. like hes still there, hes still alive, but is he even laurence anymore? its something he has to learn to embrace and come to terms with. the main cast could also be super encouraging for him and basically is like "hey dude youre still the same fuckin awesome guy and you can still do all these fucking awesome things you just gotta learn how to do it again"

itd make for some cool relationship building between him and garroth or him and zoey or him and aphmau or even like him and cadenza. it gives him external relationships outside of just aphmau's love interest

JESUS FUCK I YAPPED A LOT ABOUT LAURENCE BEING BLIND OKAY

i think giving laurence (in both mcd and mystreet) jealousy/possessiveness issues is lame and a total turn off. like its such a gross thing to tell to kids, no? like "hey kids if you love someone they are ENTITLED to love you back and they CANT be in love with someone else"

obviously this behavior is still shut down but still... like why include it? especially because, prior to him falling in love, he seemed to be just a completely chill dude who only gets angry if he needs to. but suddenly hes mass slaughtering people at weddings (mcd), stalking his love interest because he saw her talking with another guy (mystreet), giving aphmau the cold shoulder because she is either indecisive or loses interest in him (this goes in both series i believe)

like it just gives you such an ick and obviously i know why they did this. i will say this until the day they put me in the damn ground its because of motherfucking aaron becoming a love interest. i have zero issues with aaron as a character and i even like him as a character (i have redeemed myself. i used to hate him) but as a love interest i think hes the worst thing to happen to every series because he just simply destroys any male character who had the potential to be shipped with aphmau which was all of them

were moving to mystreet here because mystreet is the best and most glaring example of this because mystreet was after they had decided to make aarmau canon in mcd and you can tell because of the way they set up laurence and garroth.

lemme explain and yes i know this is deviating from strictly laurence a tad but stay with me

im not going to use pdh because pdh was written after mystreet based off of the fact that for some reason travis doesnt know aphmau???? despite them being best friends in pdh??? WHATEVER WHWATEVER NOT THE POINT OKAY. were also going to completely disregard the undercurrent of grooming for aarmau and were going to pretend like this relationship is normal and not at all weird. okay? okay.

so from the moment you first meet laurence and garroth, you can tell their vibes are off. theyre openly hostile with each other (even if its playful theyre still "competeing" for her), theyre trying to shove each other out of the way. it makes them seem unlikeable. every time theyre on screen theyre talking to her or about her (often times planning on stalking her or getting irrationally jealous because they heard something through the grapevine) and it just turns the viewer off. if youre a first time viewer without any preconcieved notions of these character you're thinking "wow thats creepy. why would she stay friends with them? why would she bother sticking around her if all they want is a relationship out of her and not a genuine friendship?" and if you happened to watch mcd first youre thinking "wow is this how theyre really like? wow i dont like them at all anymore" and then you go to mcd and see their worst traits being ramped up and amplified to make them even more unlikable

and then you see aaron

in mcd hes a silent protector. hes always by aphmau's side. hes her one true loyal knight even when she does something he doesnt like. they understand eachother in ways that laurence and garroth just dont

in mystreet hes her guard dog. hes always there to step in when shes uncomfortable. hes her secret best friend her home away from home. he makes her feel loved in such a way that laurence garroth never could since theyve only ever cared about her superficially and not in any way that really, truly mattered

it makes the audience cling to him. it makes them think "well fuck why did the other guys even try hes obviously perfect for her" it blinds them of any other potential option because jesson just didnt give any other opportunity to shine through.

and thats fine. thats completely fine they can do whatever the hell they want to with their series because as one creative to another sometimes you just gotta make your bed and lie in it knowing that not every bitch out there is going to like every creative decision you make.

as a viewer it just.... it just makes you feel dissatisfied. leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, especially given the fact that in mcd you were basically told "these are your two options for love interests" and then a third love interest swoops in seemingly out of nowhere, gets her pregnant, and then he fucking dies.

in mystreet it just like... ugh. i dont know. i guess i feel happy for them because i can see their development. but like me personally i cant really feel shit for ms aarmau simply because of pdh and the FUCKING WEIRDNESS OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP

sorry this, once again, turned into a rant about how aaron's introduction as a love interest fucking ruined everything (my words, not anyone elses)

to sum up this long, long, long post my thoughts on laurence are as follows: i think hes written very poorly in mystreet and severely mishandled in mcd. i think that he had the potential to be very interesting in both series if used properly and he couldve had more intersting things happen to him in terms of the love interest department.

i think hes a character that gets the a lot of the character assassination tirade that jesson went on and i wish we got to see more of him but unfortunately we never will since you know his va left.

but most importantly:

hes my pookie wookie booboo bear and i love him so bad and im going to shake him and bite him and rip him to shred

well... i hope you got what you wanted. i have emptied all of my thoughts about laurence

[absentmoon]

hi bug i have come to tell you about date plan a to z and why it is the best enstars event because i am Very Excited for it on the eng server!!

firstly there is the fact that i have played it 111 times which is so many and also i now have the movements for the beatmap ingrained into my very being. but also the song SLAPS and i love!! the outfits!! and also the choreography :) if you're curious, here's the official mv, but don't feel like you need to watch it!! unfortunately the only a to z card i have is mitsuru's but i'm planning on getting at least niki's on the eng server!!! and im trying to save up to exchange for kaoru but its rlly hard lol

the second reason why a to z is the best is because its a shuffle event!!! i looove shuffles so bad i love seeing characters who usually have no business being in the same room being forced to interact with eachother and be besties :) ALSO all the characters are characters i really love!! i know you probably aren't that familiar with the characters and i'd be totally happy to go into more detail but i feel like this will already be hellishly long so i'll skip over introductions. but the shuffle is made up of kaoru from undead, chiaki from ryuseitai, niki from crazy:b, mitsuru from ra*bits, and natsume from switch!!!! i really love chiaki & kaoru's friendship, and i also love how niki & mitsuru become pretty good friends over the course of the event story?? they r bread buddies i love them so bad

also the event story is lots of fun and just!! very nice & lighthearted while still showcasing kaoru's character growth really well :) enstars can be real dark sometimes so i always feel the need to treasure the stories where nothing really happens?? the premise is that the five of them are supposed to do an article on their ideal dates for a magazine and also do a little promotional video for a new shopping center!! because kaoru had a playboy image that he's trying to fix, everyone voted for him to be the leader despite his self-doubt. he wants to put chiaki in charge instead bc chia has more experience in leadership positions, but both chiaki and anzu are insistent he take the lead. theres a lot of little shenanigans while everyone figures out what they want as an ideal date, and chiaki puts a bow in his hair and pretends to be a girl to take kaoru on a date and help him chillax a little. the rest of the shuffle follows them and they all end up doing karaoke together its real cute.

lastly please look at chiaki and kaoru i love this cg so bad :)

sorry this is so long i talk so much when given the opportunity!! i love date plan so bad im soso excited for it!!!! i REALLY hope im in town during the event if im not i will be so devastated but its okay

IMGOING NUTS I LOVE FHIS...so much infooo i love how much u know about this omg??? uve played it so msny timesss thats DEDICATION..

i don't know much of anything about choreography but the music vid is so stylish!! i think its really cool how naturally the models move i wonder if that's difficult to do..especially while still being so smooth and cool and!!!! idk its just so PRETTY youknow!!

the characters i don't recognize but u are free to talk about them always 😎😎 character dynamics are so interesting something like shuffle sounds like it can make really unique setups! i hope u can be in town when dateplan drops you deserve it...you know soso much about enstars omg im sending u lucky vibes!!!! really hope youll be there at the right time :DDD

thankyou for sharing i LOVE infodumping always <33 this is beautiful i learned a little today!!!! thank you!!!!

[cultrise]

perhapsss hobie asking reader for nudes-? maybe just bc he ‘misses’ reader for whatever reason,

( I’m inlove with hobie?!?) also love you soso much 🙁

[nsfw ahead !]

me too, me too😔

hobie would be such a gentleman about asking for nudes. he usually would hate doing it because it feels very pervy to him, but what can the poor man do when he wakes up in the middle of the night, dick hard as stone and thinking of your tight hole?

so he sends you a text, knowing damn well you weren’t asleep “babe, i have something to ask of you” the text reads. you turn over with a sigh, a smile forming on your lips as you type back “what is it?”. hobie bites his lip in frustration and he takes a minute to think.

however, it’s kind of hard to make out any coherent thought when his dick is throbbing so hard it might shoot out from his pants. so he types the text anyway. your eyes widen at his response, that reads “can i please get a nude from you? i miss you so fucking much”.

images of hobie, hot and bothered, sprawled down on his bed, unable to relieve his pent up frustration enter your mind. you subconsciously squeeze your thighs as you open your camera — if your man was going to make you feel good everytime he came over, you figured you might as well help him out when he was away.

hobie was chewing at his lip. his breathing was loud. his heart rate boomed into his ears. and the blood would just not stop pumping to his crotch. he hastened to write a text, just to make sure you didn’t get upset — it was the last thing he wanted. he almost hit send before he saw three pictures load in.

his eyes widened as he scrolled through each of them: the first, a picture of you, gently sucking on your fingers. he quickly untied his pijama pants, letting his aching cock slap his abdomen, smudging it with a little precum.

he scrolled down to the second, a picture showing your shirt pulled all the way up, one hand (the one that was previously in your mouth) slightly grazing one of your breasts. he breathed out shakily as he started to rub himself, choked moans coming out of him. he looked down at himself “fuck.. what am i doing?” he groaned, blush evident on his cheeks as he pumped himself faster, palm coated with pre.

he finally gets to the last photo, one that’s a little bit darker than the others but only because it was taken from under the covers, with the flash on. however, his mouth waters at the sight of it: your pretty little cunt, held open by your fingers as your thighs spread against the sheets. hobie was officially gone, muttering curses under his breath as he fucked himself dumb.

he needed you, he wanted you so badly. he closed his eyes, tipping his head back lightly as he imagined it was your mouth on his cock, rather than his own fist. “shit” he groaned as he let the phone fall from his hand, gripping at the sheets under him, body coated with sweat. his nipple piercing glistened with sweat as he, with one eye opened, looked down at himself.

he glanced back at the photo, imagining your soft moans against his eardrum. and with that, he sloppily came all over himself, his hand, his sheets. hobie falls back on the bed, exhausted and panting as he waits for his body to cool down. he reaches for the towel he always keeps in his bottom drawer — it’s way more convenient that way — wipes himself clean and then throws it off to god knows where — that’s a problem for tomorrow.

he hazily grabs his phone as he pulls the covers on himself, lowering the brightness so it doesn’t hurt his pretty eyes. you watch your phone’s screen light up as you read the text he sent you “i fucking love you, babe. need to see ya tomorrow so you can see what you missed” you chuckle at his text, replying with a short “cant wait”.

hobie laughs into his pillow, texting you a sweet ‘good night’ before closing his eyes and dozing off to have one of the best sleeps of his life (not better than the sleep he had after fucking you and holding you into his arms, but still, pretty darn good).

[eelmachine]

thinking about rivers and ponds all the fishes wow and the plants and animals and forms so cool

[enderlyghost]

hi! would i be able to request age regressor cc!george headcanons please

regressor!cc!george headcanons

a/n...i was hoping someone would request this because, brain rot !!!

note : this is based of the cc’s IRL persona !!

𓏸 george regressed to around 0-4, rarely ever going higher. most of his regression is voluntary rather than involuntary !

𓏸 george is more on the nonverbal side, he usually communicates in babbles and hand movements. he also tends to be tired all the time, so he usually spends his time taking naps or tiredly playing with stuffed animals.

𓏸 his main caregivers are sapnap and dream and his go to babysitter is quackity. sapnap and dream already have a regression room set up for him when he decides to stay over !

𓏸 george loves teether toys. especially the ones with water inside of them, he finds them really really cool to look at. he’s also really likes soft textures.

𓏸 his caregivers had shipped him soso many fluffy blankets. he makes forts out of them before regressing, then he’ll usually facetime dream and sapnap.

𓏸 george is more reliant on others when he’s regressed around 0-1, which makes it kinda hard for him since his caregivers live so far away. so that’s where “uncle wilbur” comes in. wilbur will babysit george irl if needed. wilbur sings and performs for the regressor, and brings him a gift every time he visits.

𓏸 when george is on the slightly older side of his regression, he can entertain himself but really enjoys the company of others. his favorite activities are puppet shows, coloring, and making pillow forts !! oh and he really enjoys puzzles !

[plutos-planetarium]

c!feral boys n drowned!hybrid reader

this ones platonic :)

i think this is kinda long, and lowkey doesn't focus on you being a hybrid i am so sorry i got soso sidetracked

not proofread :0

c: dream, sapnap, george, karl, quackity

dream:

met you during a manhunt practice on the smp!

he had lost the hunters, and was now just trying to xp grind

so when he looks under the water, and see's someone walking on the floor, he immediately thinks 'oh a drowned lets kill it pog'

but right as he's going to strike you, you turn around

the first thing he sees is your eyes

n he realizes that they aren't glowing like a normal drowned

instead, theres only small dots of glow

lowering his axe slightly, he looks at you in curiosity

you try to speak, but only jumbled words (to him) are heard

you point up to the top of the small lake, n begin swimming up

he follows you to the surface, blinking the water out of his eyes

"ahh, hello! you must be dream right? i think i've heard karl talk about you"

though he wonders why karl talked about him, he nods.

the two of you begin to make conversation after that

him telling you about his manhunt, and you telling him about being a hybrid

he feels bad when you tell him about your inability to go into most villages since the golems always come after you

offers to meet up again after his manhunt and show you around the smp

just as you agree, you both see a man with a bandana approaching from the tree line

as he swims away, you call out a goodbye to him, excited to see your new friend again soon

sapnap:

you and sapnap met briefly after dream left

him being confused as to who you were and why dream was talking to you

so he decided to introduce himself

you doing the same

quickly, he noticed your hybrid features

fear showed on his face for a brief moment

quickly laughing it off, he said he had to try to catch up to dream

you bid your goodbyes, him not noticing the sad look you had

it was obvious that he was slightly uncomfortable with you, due to your hybrid species

you and sapnap didn't talk very much after that

george:

about 2 days after meeting dream and sapnap, you got to meet george

he was sleeping while dream gave you an initial tour :/

you became a little more situated in your temporary? permanent? stay in the smp

you grew quite close to dream in that time, and he let you stay in his house (for the plot lets please pretend he's not homeless)

while making a snack for dream and yourself, there was a knock on the door

lowkey you were kinda scared bc it'd either be a new person, or sapnap

much to your dismay, it was a new person

taking note of his british accent as you make your way into the living room

when you made eye contact you kinda just froze with a nervous smile

his eyes widened as he took in your appearance

but he just smiled after

before you were able to escape leave, dream asked you to sit with them

so you did, even though you wanted to plan a murder for dream in that moment

dream introduced you to george, referring to him as gogy

but english is hard and you called him "googie"

both men began to laugh and you were very offended

after the "googie" fiasco,

you and george actually got along quite well :D

he liked listening to you talk about your findings in the ocean

whenever you would do something drowned-like? he would point it out

there were actually a few things you didnt even know about

him paying attention to all that made you very happy

karl:

as a drowned hybrid, you have a longer life span than most humans

that, combined with lots of traveling

means you'd run into karl at some point

the first time, was about 4 years before you ended up near the smp

you had met in a swamp biome when you offered to help him when his boat broke down

though skeptical, he agreed

after telling him a few of the materials you would need, you dived under the water to retrieve some

after you returned, you saw karl with some wood, very excited to fix his boat

while the two of you worked on it, you talked

after a little, he began to realize you were a hybrid

how you made slight bubbling noises when you were excited

and the tiny glowing specks in your eyes

and the glowing trident resting on the lake floor

though he didn't say anything, he thought it was quite cool

you got to know eachother very well too

telling lots of fun stories and such

you felt sorry for the boy when he told you about his memory

sadly, you had to depart

you both were quite upset

karl especially, because in that moment, he knew he was bound to forget you

and that he did

very many meetings had happened since then

every time, he would think to himself

does he know you? you just seem so familiar?

not once did he remember

and you dont think he ever would

quackity:

quackity met you a while after everyone else

around 3 weeks?

to be honest, he was kinda scared

he was very iffy about hybrids due to schlatt

but once he heard the good words about you from smp members, he decided to meet you

he wasn't quite phased by your appearance, your hybrid side didn't show very much

he was kinda intimidated by your trident though

but he sucked it up and talked to you

tapping you on the shoulder, he took note of the small, bubbly noise you made out of surprise

you turned around, being greeted by his face, which was moderately close to yours

before you could even say hello, he blurted out

"youreyesarereallyprettywow"

then proceeded to get embarrassed

after a minute, you told him he didn't need to get embarrassed

n he instantly jumped into feral quackity mode

accidentally spoke spanish bc he was excited

"hola! mi nombre e- shit"

you and quackity got extremely close to eachother

you tried to learn spanish

and he asked you to teach him some of your native tongue

he's so understanding of all your mannerisms :( /pos

[hanniiesuckle17]

All I Want For Christmas

A/n: so this started off as a blurb......then i got carried away.......so.......happy christmas everyoneeeee also HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO MY SECRET SANTA GIFT PARTNER !!!!!! (also this is not thoroughly edited I'm soso sorry )

For: @hansoulmin  HAPPY CHRISTMAS BABY!!! I was your secret santa! I hope you like it! 

Tag List: @ashisparanoid @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagrams @desertofdessert​ @hoes4hoseok​ @yangomangos​ @jeonqqin​ @geminirules​ @crscendoforsung​ @mrsunshine999​ @jisungsjheekies​ @hannie-squirrel00​ @cotccotc​ @kodzu-ken​ @konenichi​ @yangs-jeongin​ @strykiss​ @skzwriternet​

Warnings: cussing, lots of sexual tension maybe...idk

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: Minho and Y/n have never gotten along for reasons unknown to anyone. After circumstances arose, Y/n is stuck with Minho driving him up to the cabin the boys rented. It seems that things go terribly wrong at every turn as Y/n is kept from her long desired Christmas vacation. Will she be able to change Minho’s mind about Christmas....and possibly his view on her? 

Genre: Christmas au, enemies to lovers au, fluff, romance, slice of life au, forced to share bed trope, Fem reader

❅

Out of all people, the universe seemed to only choose you to throw misfortune on. You were nice. Some might even call you kind and selfless! You were by all means a good person! So why? Why out of all the eight other people going on this vacation did you have to stay behind a day and drive Satan’s spawn up to the cabin?

Lee Minho was a grown man of twenty two years. He should be able to drive himself! Also what was his deal? The rest of the boys had cleared their schedule for a week and a half of Christmas vacation.What was so important he had to delay your winter getaway as well?

The frigid winter wind bit at your skin, latching onto the soon disappearing warmth. You rolled your eyes watching the coat clad form of Minho come down the stairs of the entertainment building at a painstakingly slow pace. You had no clue why, but ever since you met, Minho had been nothing but cross and hateful towards you, and it seemed like he had no intention of changing. 

“Y/n.” Minho said coldy, tossing his duffel bag into my arms. 

“Satan.”

‘Clever.”

Deciding to be the bigger person, you securely placed his bag along with yours in the trunk and walked over the the driver’s side. The door slammed shut as Minho sunk into the passenger seat. “This is going to be a long ride,” you mumbled. 

An hour into journey and your prediction was already coming true. The two of you sat in awkward uncomfortable silence. Minho stared out the window seemingly unphased by the unwieldy tension. “Should I turn on some music?” You asked, reaching for the radio.

“No. It will just make things uncomfortable.”

You scoffed, retracting your hand. “I don’t see how it can get more uncomfortable than this.” Minho rolled his eyes turning to look at you. 

“It will be annoying for me when you start singing along to the radio and I have to tell you how utterly shit your voice is.” There was no hiding the scowl on your face. Your grip tightened on the steering wheel. Only five and half more hours with this asshole. 

You sighed, glancing over at the man in your car. He was messing around on his phone, completely ignoring you. It was like the conversation you had only a few seconds ago had never happened. “Look. I know you hate me and you definitely aren’t my favorite person either.” No response came from Minho. He simply rolled his eyes. “What was so important that you had to delay my Christmas vacation? Don’t you like Christmas? What possibly would be worth setting back such an amazing holiday?”

Hearing no response you looked over at Minho in question. He was looking out the window with a rather pointed scowl. “Not everyone loves Christmas.”

“What? Everyone loves Christmas! Christmas is the best time of the year!”

“Well, not me. I don’t like Christmas.”

“WHAT?!”

You turned to him eyes wide. “Hey! Eyes on the road!” Minho grabbed the steering wheel and jerked the car back into the right lane. “What’s so wrong about not liking Christmas?” Light snow flurries began to fall on the windshield. “Christmas is just another stupid holiday. There’s nothing special about it. Plus it’s cold.”

“Maybe you really are satan....” You mumbled under your breath. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.....I just can’t believe you hate Christmas...”

❅

Two painful hours later you were driving your impossible passenger down a long stretch of snow filled road. The windshield wipers screeched as they pushed snow off the glass. The storm had really picked up as you drove further out of the city. The roads were icy and you did your best to keep your old run down car from drifting. 

“How much longer?” Minho sighed, resting his head on the cool glass. 

“Quite a bit-” BANG!

Suddenly, it was much harder to control your car. You felt a rumble in the back wheels. Minho shot up in his seat. “Wait- what the fuck is going on?” Easing your foot off the gas, you pulled over onto the side of the empty road. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” Hitting your steering wheel, you tried to hold back your frustration. Tears pricked at your eyes, begging to spill over. There was no way you were going to cry in front of Lee Minho. Couldn’t one thing go your way this year? As if this wasn’t bad enough, a loud bang came from your engine and smoke started spilling from the hood. “Fuck...” 

Defeated, you let your head fall onto the wheel. A long continuous blast came from the car horn. Minho grimaced, covering his ears. “Can you like....stop?” You turned to look at him. Feeling even more dejected under his gaze you lifted your head, ceasing the blaring noise. 

Taking a moment to gather your emotions, you blew out a shaky breath. “Just....stay in the car, I guess. Not like you’re gonna help anyway.”

Jerking open the car door, you stepped out onto the snowy road. Deciding to look at the hopefully less damaged part of your car, you wrapped your coat further around your body and walked to the back of your car. Just like you thought, the rear left tire was completely blown out. 

“I knew my car was shit, but I thought it was going to last at least another two years.”

Now it was time to face the music, or rather the smoke. Snow falling at a fast pace, you shuffled through the cold and around to the front of your car. Raising the hood more smoke rose into the winter air. Looking around you saw it was getting darker. You had told Chan you and Minho would be at the cabin the boys rented by dinner time. It was already six o’clock.

A quick glance under the hood was enough to tell that this car was going no where. Brain trying to solve the prediciment you somehow ended up in, you crouched down and attempted to come up with a way out of the situation. So deep in thought, you didn’t even hear the sound of the passenger door opening and closing. 

“I’m assuming you can’t fix this.”

Looking up you saw Minho standing over you. His hands were stuffed into his coat pockets and white snow flurries floated onto Minho’s dark brown hair. “Do you just assume I’m useless at everything?” Minho rolled his eyes. The man turned around and opened the trunk. He returned with your bag as well as his. 

“Come on.” Not even casting a glance your way, Minho tossed your bag at your kneeling figure. The momentum sent you falling onto your butt, the wet cold snow immediately seeping through the one warm layer you were wearing. 

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“There’s a hotel a couple miles away.” Minho said holding up his phone. 

Pushing yourself off the ground you grabbed the bag and hurried to catch up with the sulky hateful man who was already walking further into the snowfall. “Are you serious?” You questioned, trying not to slip on ice. “Hey- Minho! What the fuck, dude?” 

“Come on, idiot. Keep up.”

“Minho! Wait up!”

❅

The sky was almost pitch black by the time the two of you made it to the hotel. Whether it was from the snow clouds or time you weren’t sure. Minho had not bothered to wait for you. He was already through the sliding doors of the building before you had reached the hotel’s driveway. “Selfish jerk.” You mumbled, dragging your bag through the rising snow. 

You did your best not collapse as you were embraced by the warm heating in the hotel lobby. Minho was brushing the show from his hair as he confidently approached the front desk. The clerk greeted him with a friendly smile. 

“Hi. We need two rooms please.”

Her smile faltered a little bit. “I’m so sorry, sir.” She wrung her hands together, keeping that hospitality smile on her face. “With the snowstorm, almost every room is booked.” Minho sighed, casting an annoyed glare your way. 

“Are you sure?” 

After catching your breath, you joined the singer at the desk. The lady typed away on her computer. Looking over, you could see red boxes by all the rooms she scrolled through. “I’m so sorry, sir. But all but one of our rooms is booked.”

“We’ll take it.” You jumped in, eager to have any relief from the storm outside. 

She smiled and Minho grumbled something under his breath. “Okay then. Here is the key to our Honeymoon Suite. It’s on the fourth floor at the end of the hall.” There was no stopping the blush flooding your cheeks.

“H-honeymoon suite....?”

“Yes. It’s our last room.” 

Minho snatched the key card from the woman’s hands. “You’ve already said we’ll take it. Stop blubbering and get your stuff.” Grabbing his duffel, Minho began walking towards the elevator with no intention of waiting for you. 

The concierge looked at you with pity. “You’re boyfriend isn’t the nicest...is he?” 

With a scoff you replied, “Believe me, Minho is not my boyfriend.”

Rushing through the lobby, you squeezed through the elevator doors just as they were closing. Minho remained silent as you both rode up to the fourth floor. Your wet feet against the plush carpet was the only sound to be heard as you walked to the end of the hall. 

Before he could slide the keycard, Minho scowled at the heart engraved on the door. The happy beep and green light prompted him to push into the room. His scowl deepened as he flicked on the lights. 

Even with the lights turned on, the room was cast in a warm dim glow. There was only one bed, shaped like a huge heart with rose petals strewn across the duvet. Your eyes widened seeing a tall metal poll in one corner of the room, red light shining down on it. Subsequently a similar color grew on your cheeks. The whole room was lavishly decorated and had several interesting adult objects lying about.

“This is.....”

“What? You can’t handle a little atmosphere, Y/n?” Minho taunted with a smirk. He tossed his bag onto a chair, seeming to enjoy your embarrassed state. 

You sat on the bed only to jump up and scream feeling it move beneath you. “It vibrates?! What the fuck! Who makes a bed that vibrates?!” Minho chuckled, possibly the first time you had ever seen him give anything remotely close to a genuine smile. 

“Not kinky are you, Y/n?” 

You froze. Your hands gripped tightly onto your bag and you pulled it higher to cover your chest in embarrassment. “Regardless, there is no way I’m sleeping on that thing.” He shrugged and flopped onto the bed, rose petals flying into the air. He looked rather comfortable, completely unphased by his surroundings. 

“Suit yourself.”

Cautiously, you sat on the plush couch holding your bag like a teddy bear. This was certainly not how you imagined your Christmas. You were so looking forward to spending Christmas with your friends. Decorating the tree. Sitting by the fire in the rented cabin. Eggnog with slightly too much rum. Giving gifts you spent way too much of your paycheck on. Now you were stuck in some hotel sex dungeon with the devil spawn. What a Happy Christmas it was turning out to be. 

❅

After getting used to the room, you showered and changed clothes to leave Minho to do the same. While he cleaned up, you phoned a nearby auto-shop and asked them to tow your car in and fix it. Finally able to resolve the stressful phone call, you let your head fall into your hands. Minho exited the bathroom rubbing his hair with a towel. 

Just as you were about to tell him the only slightly good news, the lights shut off. Both of you looked around in confusion. “Minho, did you do this? Is this some kind of prank? Cause, I’m not afraid of the dark.” He shook his head and grabbed his phone from off the dresser, using it as a flashlight. 

It was then you noticed that the room was getting colder by the second. Rubbing your arms, you shuffled over to your bag and grabbed a cardigan. A knock sounded at the door. Sighing, Minho answered it.

“Ah- Mr. Lee! We are so sorry about the inconvenience. It seems the powerlines have frozen over and the hotel has lost all electricity.” A man wearing a bellhop uniform said. Hearing the news, you came to stand next to him. “We are doing our best to get our generator up and running. It seems our heating system is also down.”

“How do you expect us to stay like this?” Minho asked with a cold stare. The man shrunk under his gaze. 

Slapping Minho’s shoulder you pushed him aside. “Stop being a grinch. Thank you so much for letting us know.” The man nodded and pulled a blanket from a nearby cart. You flinched awak from his cold hands as he passed it to you. The poor thing. He must be freezing walking around the halls in his uniform. 

“Here. This extra blanket will help. The hotel will also discount your stay.”

“No, take the blanket. We’ll be fine. You need it more than us. Thank you for doing such hard work!” The man smiled and thanked you profusely before you closed the door. Turning, you found Minho looking at you strangely. “What?”

He looked you up and down before scoffing and turning away. “You’re just so nice to everybody. You’re so gullible.” 

“Gullible?” You couldn’t believe him. “I’m not gullible. It’s called being nice. Have a little Christmas spirit will you.”

He rolled his eyes, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “I already told you. Keep all that Christmas bullshit to yourself. It’s all just an excuse for the tinsel and ornament industry to make money off losers like you.” 

There was no convincing him otherwise, so you simply watched as he pushed back the covers of the bed and climbed in. “Fine. Be a grinch or a Scrooge or a Hans Gruber for all I care.”

“Hans Gruber?” Minho questioned, head popping up in the dark. 

“Die Hard is a Christmas movie too, okay?”

You were shocked to hear a chuckle come from the big heart shaped bed. Sure, you must be imagining things, you took down a rather thin blanket from the closet and headed to your spot on the couch. Your barefeet flinched at every step on the cold hardwood floor. Curling up into a ball on the sofa, helped your body temperature rise a little bit, but you still froze with the tiny blanket you used. Eventually, you fell into a cold restless sleep. 

❅

You awoke to some shuffling in the room. Assuming Minho was getting up to get a glass of water or something you tried to go back to sleep. But, you were puzzled as you heard his footsteps come closer to the sofa. Unsure what he was doing, you pretended to be asleep, wrapping the blanket more around your shivering body. 

“I’m only doing this cause I can’t sleep with all that teeth chattering,” Minho whispered under his breath. “It’s not like I care...” 

Suddenly you felt his long fingers gently reach out for your ankle. Still pretending to be asleep you resisted the urge to flinch away. Brows furrowed and eyes still closed, you tried to figure out what he was doing. Minho tenderly pulled what you imagined to be a pair of his socks over your cold bare feet. Your breath hitched as his soft hands brushed over your skin. He was....being kind? 

Hearing movement, you shut your eyes tighter as Minho pushed himself off the ground. “That should be fine.....” He whispered. You waited, but didn’t hear him walk away. “Why am I even bothering...” Again it seemed like he stayed. After another moment of silence he shifted. 

Surprisingly, you felt his hands reach under your legs and behind your back. He lifted you into the air and pulled you into his chest, carrying you as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever touched. Minho moved across the room before gently placing you on the bed. The covers were pulled up to your chin and you felt him tuck in the fabric around your body. You were shocked to say the least. 

Surprising you further, Minho climbed into bed next to you. His arm cautiously wrapped around your stomach and pulled you flush against his warm chest. You were feeling very conflicted for many reasons. Deciding to test just what was going on, you turned around, eyes still closed, and hugged onto him tighter. You buried your face into his chest. He froze obviously contemplating what to do. 

Hesitantly, like his body was stuttering, he let his arms fall around you in an embrace. You found yourself....content. His scent was comforting. He smelled like amber and some sort of spice you couldn’t quite name. Just as you were about to fall asleep, Minho sighed and let his fingers tenderly stroke your hair.

“This doesn’t mean I like you....” He whispered. There was something in his voice that made you not believe his words. You didn’t have time to think about them, because you were soon lulled into a deep sleep. 

❅

The next morning you woke up to soft white light streaming through the hotel curtains. Minho was still asleep next to you, fingers still tangled in your hair. The room around you was cold, but your body was nothing but warm in Minho’s arms. You smiled remembering Minho’s kind action last night. Not knowing how he would react you decided it might be best if you weren’t in the room when he woke up. 

Each time you moved, you were sure the man was bound to wake up. Finally you swung your legs over the side of the bed. You smiled, looking down and seeing his gray warm socks on your feet. Your eyes widened as realization passed through your mind. 

Did you like Minho?

Looking over at Minho’s sleeping face, you felt your hears start to beat faster. Grasping at your chest, you tried to still your literally beating heart. This was not a problem for now. Minho could wake up any second and you didn’t really want to confront these possible feelings with him awake. 

Sliding into a pair of the hotel slippers, you shuffled to the door, rubbing your arms to keep warm. Slipping the keycard into your cardigan pocket, you closed the door quietly so as not to wake up the sleeping singer just yet. 

“Oh- I am so sorry!” Someone said, bumping into you. 

“It’s fin-...Hey, I know you!” You turned to find the bellhop from the night before. “Has your shift not ended yet?” 

He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “The roads are icy, plus they have everyone staying because of the power situation.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. He seriously was a hard worker. “By the way, we got our back up generator working, but there seems to be something still wrong with the heater.” 

“Don’t worry about it! Minho and I were fine last night so I’m sure the other guests were as well.”

He chuckled. “You’re really nice. You’re like walking Christmas spirit.” You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh- the kitchen staff managed to scrap together our usual breakfast service downstairs. You should go check it out. It was nice talking to you, Mrs. Lee! Merry Christmas!”

“Oh- I’m not...” But it was too late. The bellhop was already swiftly moving down the hall. 

Deciding to move past the conversation, you headed downstairs to the breakfast buffet. The lobby was full of Christmas decorations; something you had missed last night in your urgent desire to get a room. It made you smile. A reminder that Christmas Eve was tomorrow. 

Following the delectable odor of breakfast food, you wandered into the buffet area and built two plates for you and Minho. Balancing the full platters of food like a professional circus performer, you journeyed back up to the room. By some feat, you opened the door and entered the still freezing room.

Minho sat up in bed, still looking half asleep. “I...I- uh... I brought breakfast. I wasn’t sure what you liked so-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll eat anything warm right now.” 

Wearing a nervous smile, you sat down on the bed across from Minho and handed him a plate. The two of you ate in semi awkward silence, this time for a very different reason. “So-”

“About last night...” Minho started, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-...I-...you're teeth were chattering pretty loud and-”

You smiled, stopping his train of thought. You could practically see every word he had planned to say leave his brain. “You don’t have to say anything. Thank you, Minho.” The boy nodded, hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at the plate of food.

Another silence followed only slightly less awkward. “If you don’t mind me asking,” Minho’s head raised at your voice. “Why do you hate Christmas so much?” He sighed, shoving a sausage in his mouth and chewing on the savory food. 

“I just never really got the whole Christmas thing. My family never celebrated. Every time we try to get together for the holidays everything just seems to go wrong. Just like how things are going now.” He scoffed picking up another sausage.

“Okay...I can respect that. But...you’re hatred of Christmas seems to be more than that.”

Minho rolled his eyes. Contradicting his actions, he reached over and placed a piece of his toast on your plate. “It’s just....I don’t get it. Like, explain to me what is so great about Christmas.”

You set your plate down with a grin and ate the piece of toast Minho gave you. “I don’t know. I just get this warm feeling around Christmas time. I love seeing all the love that people share. There is just something about Christmas that brings people together. It’s beautiful everywhere and everything is just bright and happy.”

Minho smiled watching you talk. You rambled about all the things you loved about Christmas, from making snowmen to decorating the tree, to watching people unwrap their gifts. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something about the way you spoke that made his stomach twist in knots. 

At some point you stopped talking and noticed the dazed look on his face. “Did you even listen to me?” You looked down at your lap, slightly disappointed. Not liking the frown on your face Minho quickly nodded his head.

“Yeah, of course.” 

Before he could remedy the tension he accidentally created, your phone rang pulling away your attention. Minho watched you get off the bed and walk away to answer the phone. Your back turned, he started beating himself up about not paying full attention to what you were saying. 

“So, Minho,” You said turning to face him. “That was the auto shop. They said we should be able to pick up the car tomorrow afternoon. Thankfully we’ll be able to see the boys on Christmas Eve!” 

Minho smiled, watching your face light up at the good news. “That’s great.”

❅

After two nights in a hotel, you were finally pulling into the driveway of the rented cabin. It was gorgeous! The huge vaulted roof was covered in snow and the warm wood stood out against the blanketed white backdrop. “Minho,” You said slapping his arm to get his attention as you parked the car. “Look how pretty this is!”

He looked up from his phone, first looking at your bewildered grin, then the lodge in front of you. “Yeah,” You stared in wonder at the place you would be staying for the next week. “Really beautiful.” Turning you found Minho already looking back at you. For some reason, just the way he was looking at you had your stomach doing somersaults.

Pushing your hair behind your ear, you attempted to calm the heat on your cheeks. Both you and Minho awkwardly laughed and looked away from each other. Pressing your hands to your cheeks, you tried to pat away the blush like an idiot. 

“THEY’RE HERE!”

Suddenly, seven rambunctious boys stampeded out of the house and came bounding through the snow to your now fixed car. They pounded happily on the windows and had you not known them, the event would be absolutely terrifying. “Guys, let us out of the car!” Minho shouted with half a laugh. 

Eventually, you were dragged into the cabin by the idols and hugged until your faces turned blue. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. Everything was made out of wood and there was practically a wall of huge windows overlooking the snow covered forest. 

“What took you guys so long?” Jisung asked hanging off your arm. 

You sighed, ruffling his fluffy hair. Minho watched with a pointed stare. “Well, my piece of junk car broke down and so Minho and I were stuck in a freezing hotel honeymoon suite. but, now we’re here and I cannot wait to start our Christmas vacation!”

“Woah, woah, woah, woah. Back up. Honeymoon suite?” Chan asked with raise brows, looking between Minho and you. The look stopped when Minho made a slice motion across his neck. “Well....um...guys I hate to break it to you, but there's only like 5 rooms and the rest of us have already paired off.”

The band collectively ‘oo-ed’ and started jokingly shoving Minho around. “Think you lovebirds can survive without biting off each other’s heads?” Jisung said jokingly. Obviously he was kidding, but you were blushing more in the last hour than probably ever in your life. 

Thankfully, Chan noticed your embarrassed state and ushered everyone away to let the two of you settle in. Christmas Eve with the rest of Stray Kids was quite possibly one of the greatest nights of your life. By the time everyone retired for the evening, it was almost midnight. Your room was smaller than the hotel suite but shared the commonality of having....one bed. 

While Minho was in the shower, you snuck downstairs to get a better look at the tree Hyunjin, Chan, and Jeongin had put up the other day. The lights twinkled on the real tree that was standing tall in the living room. A fire was raging in the fireplace. The glow of the flames reflected in the red, gold, white, and green ornaments. 

The tree reminded you of the one your parents used to put up when you were little. Feeling the urge to act childish you crawled on your hands and knees until you could lay down under the tree and look up into the lit branches. Resting your hands on your stomach, you smiled looking up at the shiny glass orbs. 

“Y/n?” Minho called out into the wide expanse that was more than an excuse for a living room. “You in here?” Turning your head, you watched his sock feet come down the stairs two at a time. 

“By the tree,”  Through the branches you watched him approach the large Christmas tree. 

Minho chuckled and kicked your leg lightly. “Whatcha doin’ down there, idiot? you look like the Wicked Witch of the East!” He soon regretted the comment as a swift kick was directed at his unprotected calf.  “Ow!” He exclaimed, rubbing his leg. “But, really, what are you doing down there?” 

“You never did this as a kid?” He shook his head. The strong smelling fronds obstructed most of his face from your view, but you could make out the glint of his round spectacles in the firelight. “Come here!” 

Letting out a sigh with an intention you couldn’t decipher, Minho got on all fours before crawling to lay next to you under the Christmas tree. His shoulder brushed up against yours, making your skin tingle. “What’s the point of this?” He whispered after a few moments of staring at the lights. 

Shrugging, you answered, “I don’t know. When I was little, my parents fought a lot. I used to walk down in the living room and lay under the tree. Sometimes I would pretend all the little lights were stars and I would wish for a Christmas miracle hoping maybe that this year they would stop fighting. Or at least fight a little less.” As you spoke, you watched the ornaments and colorful Christmas lights sparkle and twinkle. “Some years it worked. I really did get a Christmas miracle.”

“I think you were the Christmas miracle.” Minho said turning to look at you.

“I doubt that.”

“Well...you’ve made me not...not like...Christmas. I’d say that’s miracle quality.”

You laughed, reaching for his hand on instinct. His eyes widened, but the boy let you grasp onto his fingers. “Minho, you really aren’t so bad. I feel like maybe I just didn’t take the time to get to know you.” Minho grinned. You felt like it may have been the lights, but a rosy dust filled his cheeks. 

“Yeah, well....like I said. You’re my Christmas miracle.”

You were at a loss for words. Minho shifted his fingers to interlock with yours. “Can- can I kiss you?” He asked with baited breath and furrowed brows, eyes trained on your lips. If you weren’t sure of his feelings, you knew now. Fearing your voice would betray you with any attempt to speak, you nodded and looked through the glass lenses into his deep brown eyes. They were softer than you had once thought. 

Slowly leaning over Minho pressed his lips against yours. That warm feeling returned to your stomach and slowly traveled until you’re whole body felt like it was glowing. Minho kissed you under the twinkling colorful lights of the tree, earasing every other bad thought or thing he had ever said to you before. He pulled away as the grandfather clock in the hall struck twelve. 

“Merry Christmas, Minho.” You whispered, his lips still inches away from yours. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

❅

“GOOD MORNING CHRISTMAS LOVEBIRDS!” Hyunjin screamed, bursting into the room you and Minho shared. He shrieked seeing the two of you, legs tangled together under the sheets. With sleepy eyes, Minho sat up and tossed the pillow you were using at the blonde’s head. 

“Minho! That was my pillow!” Groaning, he just laid back down and pulled you into his chest, letting you use his arm as a headrest. 

Chan pulled Hyunjin from the floor shaking his head at the drama queen. “In all serious, guys, Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin are very eager to start opening presents so get your butts downstairs.” Minho raised his arm to shoo his leader away. The door closed returning you to your original state of privacy. 

Minho kissed your forehead, snuggling back under the warm duvet with you. “You know this is the first Christmas morning I’ve been excited to wake up. This time I’m just excited to see you though.” 

“Never would have pegged you for the cheesy type, Lee Minho.”

He chuckled, leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss. You were unable to keep the smile from creeping up your face. “We should get down stairs. The boys will be missing us.” 

“Fiiiiine.” He grumbled, pushing himself off the bed. Slowly, your body still waking up, you swung your legs over the side. Before your barefeet could touch the ground, Minho’s hand once again wrapped gently around your ankle. He smiled up at you, kindness in his dark brown eyes. Tenderly, his long fingers slid a warm pair of his socks over your feet. “My Christmas miracle can’t have cold feet, can she?”

Smirking at your blush, Minho took your hand and led you out of the cabin bedroom. You joined the rest of the boys around the tree, Jisung already tearing open a gift and Seungmin passing out presents. Minho found the last empty spot on the couch and pulled you into his lap. 

“You too seem pretty cozy,” Changbin stated, with a knowing look on his face. 

Completley oblivious to the conversation, Jisung chimed in. “So, Minho, did you finally figure out what you want for Christmas? Shopping for you was so hard!” Jisung groaned, holding his new gifted plushie in his arms. 

“I gues all I want for Christmas this year is Y/n.” Minho said with a smile. He leaned over and kissed your cheek, not afraid of any of the boys making fun of him apparently. 

“SO I SHOULD JUST RETURN THE $475 JACKET I BOUGHT YOU HUH?”

❅

Masterlist

[chil2de]

Hi just wondering if you’d ever consider writing for chuuya from bungo stray dogs and nishinoya from haikyuu. I love them both so much and you’re my favourite author and I’d really love to see how you’d write for them if you’re up for it

sorry @ all my other fandoms it’s literally the way i dropped everything to write this LMFAO

hiya!! i’m sosos happy this came through i remember a while back a lovely anon requested dazai from bsd and i completely forgot about it so aaaa!! so sorry if you’re reading this that anon! but nevertheless! i really, really adore chuuya and this is in fact my first time writing for bsd and chuuya for that matter. i’m so flattered anonie, thank you <3 i hope i done him justice :) p.s: i got a little bit carried away and was planning to post nishinoya in this one too but.. yeah. be sure to look out for him cause i’ll post a separate piece for yuu! enjoy.

nsfw content below! if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer here before proceeding. thank you!

a note: logically, this fanfic makes no sense because chuuya doesn’t wear his sexy vest + hat outfit until after dazai has left the port mafia so... don’t think about logic, k? (i think so anyway? it’s been a while)

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there’s a clink of ice dragging against glass that chimes through the air. inside the glass seems to be a transparent liquid of sorts, leading anyone of the ordinary to believe that it may at least be vodka. in actuality, it’s just lemon flavoured water with some ice. it’s not like anyone would pick up his drink to take a sip anyway-

“oh? it’s not vodka? ehhhhh, are you trying to look cool, chuuya?” dazai takes a bold swig of the beverage before setting it back down onto the coaster. he bears a large grin that stretches from ear to ear, eyes lightly fluttered shut as he hums sardonically. there’s a spring in his step as he traverses beside chuuya and hops himself up onto the window, legs dangling and ankles fluttering.

“what the hell do you want?” chuuya barks, eyebrows creasing in disgust.

“what do i want? hm. like right now? you know.. i could probably go for some coffee right now! a cappucino? no- maybe latte? oh, wait, what about a flat white-“

“dazai.” chuuya hisses, spinning around from his chair to face him.

“seriously. cut the bullshit. why are you here, huh? i’m not having a tea party with you, so if you’re here to waste my time, leave.”

“ugh, you’re always so to the point. a little smalltalk and banter never killed anyone.”

“it killed my brain cells. spit it out.”

“chuuuyaaa~ you’re so meaaaan!”

there’s a scowl that chuuya pierces through dazai so heavily to the point where the latter is forced to drop his foxy act.

“we’re taking a woman in for questioning. she refuses to stay anywhere that’s not a proper bedroom, said that she’s more than willing to comply otherwise.”

“pffft, what a fucking stuck-up princess. so what? you’re sticking me with her?”

“believe me, you’ll thank me. i can’t take her. i’m out on a job in a few.”

“i’d never thank you but alright. i just have to keep an eye on her until tomorrow?”

“even you won’t be able to screw this up.” dazai remarks as he slides off the window, straightening himself before beelining towards the door.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? you tryna say something?”

“uh-huh. anyways! see you later.”

as dazai heads outside, he takes one last glance at chuuya from over his shoulder.

“alsooo, can you keep the noise down to a minimum? everyone knows your name here already-“

“shut up!”

“yeah, okay~”

the door quietly shuts with a thud and chuuya leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling for a while.

within a couple of moments, he notices the shuffling of footsteps outside his room. instead of looking like a moron who fell asleep with his eyes open, he swings around to his desk and continues to gloss over the details of his next job.

an unfamiliar feminine voice rings out from behind him, causing his interest to peak.

“oh, um, thank you!” you awkwardly bow to the guards? the uh, big scary people with guns? (probably guards) who escorted you up to the room. you take a step inside and let out a small squeak before the door behind you shuts.

and locks.

“eh?”

“what’s with the ‘eh?’” chuuya snorts, not making the effort to turn to face you just yet. he goes to take a sip of his drink and wrinkles his face in disdain when he realises the being that tarnished it beforehand. using his right hand, he crosses over his left and effortlessly pours the beverage out the window. you only gawk at him with utter confusion. couldn’t he have just gotten up to go to the kitchen or something? do they even have a kitchen?

you conclude that standing around stiffly and eyeing the man at the desk isn’t a good look on you, so you move towards the bed. sure you said you wanted an actual room, but, you didn’t think it would be someone else’s.

“may i?” you motion towards the bed. chuuya briefly flickers his attention to you in his peripherals.

“sure.”

you scoot onto his bed, making yourself comfortable. you slide your back up against the wall, leaning yourself into the wall on your right as well. you decide to glance out the window, counting by the different coloured cars in hopes for either time to pass or the mafioso man to offer you some form of entertainment. maybe a book? oh, shit, uno cards? can you even imagine playing uno with him? this guy would flip his desk before the first round’s finished.

you laugh to yourself, and within a split second, you immediately lament your existence.

“what’s so funny?” chuuya implores, setting his pen down. you haven’t even turned yet and you can feel his gaze burning holes into you.

“nothing.” you blurt out.

his sigh fills the room as he picks up his chair before setting it down beside you. chuuya slumps down with his legs spread apart, torso cradling the back of his chair.

his slender and bony hand reaches out, ice cold fingertips from his beverage send you into a state of alarm as he clasps your chin before yanking your head to face him.

“i don’t tolerate bullshit. quite frankly, i won’t repeat myself to you.”

“the least you can do after strolling in here like a prestigious brat is listen to me. i don’t know what shit you pulled to get involved with the port mafia but-“

chuuya grazes his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down. he peers down at your teeth and the beginning of the pink in your mouth.

“what were you snorting about?“

there’s a desire that fuels your extremities and every nerve in your body. you don’t know why, but fuck, this man makes you wanna act like an intolerant brat. and you think, what’s the harm? if you’re gonna get picked apart by the port mafia, you might as well start early.

and bonus points? he’s hot as shit.

“that’s none of your business, is it?” you grin over his finger, valiantly lapping and curling your tongue before circling the muscle over the tip of his thumb.

chuuya screws his face at you. his eyebrows furrow in turmoil at the blatant disrespect and the corners of his lips crinkle in distaste. your eyes lock with his deep blue orbs and you smirk at the arousal that glosses over them.

chuuya uncurls his hand from your chin before easily kicking aside his chair. it goes clattering halfway across the room.

“down on your knees.” chuuya snaps, tone deep and laced with danger. you oblige, scooting off the bed as fast as humanly possible before settling down onto your knees.

you eye chuuya as he grabs ahold of his belt. he’s extremely short, for one, so you can see why he’d ask you to sit like this. he’s slender, but not underweight. there’s obvious implications of built muscles along his body, especially his thighs and arms. there’s something about the black fingerless gloves that rock against his smooth and pale skin that makes your stomach stir.

“what are you staring at?” he hisses before tossing aside his belt.

“isn’t that obvious?” you remark, licking your lips.

chuuya flashes you a smirk before zipping his fly open. using his gloved dominant hand, he decorates your face by slapping his thick dick against your cheek. his cock is piping hot against your face. you swallow with anxiety when his size is made apparent to you. he’s got a girth that’s wider than average, with a length of around 7 inches. maybe 8? you’re not exactly sure. you lick your lips at the deep red tones that flush his pretty cock.

“i’ll wipe that shitty attitude clean off your face. you’re reminding me of that dumbass clown.”

“eh? an ex or something? you’re bisexual? that’s freaking amazing! happy pride mont-“

“shut the fuck up. you spew way too much.” chuuya barks before shoving his cock down your throat mid-sentence. you gag and sputter around his length, fuelling his ego.

he grabs ahold a fistful from the back of your head, using your strands to roughly pick you up and back onto his cock. your wrists scramble to his hips and you try to push him back, to whimper that it’s too much and too sudden for you.

“where’s that cocky big girl attitude gone now? you can’t suck a dick? almost makes me feel bad for you.”

you whine and spill muffled complaints but it only fuels him further. it sets chuuya’s veins ablaze, controlling you like this.

you weren’t even sure it would be possible, but he manages to brush his tip against the back of your throat. your vision blurs, tears streaming out from your gag reflex. your nose runs and you can only sniffle constantly. drool and saliva envelopes the underside of his shaft, leaving your chin and some of your neck soaked. you wrinkle and wince your nose at the small stubble that’s slowly beginning to grow back near his base. through your tear stained lashes, you look up at chuuya like the good girl you are, lips wrapped around his dick and all.

“oh you god damn kinky bitch” he hisses out through a whine, features melting in compassion.

in that moment, recollection flashes in his eyes. he slides himself out, and a loud wet slurp fills the room. through your blurry vision and fit of coughing, chuuya grabs the long abandoned chair, spinning the back support until it lands the right way. he takes a seat, cock painfully erect and glistening in the deep orange sunset light.

his slender and pretty long fingers curl in a “come here” motion. his other hand leans into his jaw and he bears a smug grin. the harsh lighting from outside pours in so that only half of his face is visible, even then, you can still make out the fact that he’s about to absolutely fucking ruin you.

“ride me.”

[elysianslove]

unrelated but my IELTS test is tomorrow!!! pls wish me luck on the writing part,,, the time allocation is terrible bruh i'm scared i won't finish it or something,,,

so i wanted to try the match-up but you said to include relationship habits and i've never been in a romantic one so i hope it'll be ok to mention anything but that,,,

lemme try hq because there are so many guys i'm curious to see who you'll match me with :0

i can't really think of attractive things about myself rip but i can confirm that i am a giver in terms of affection. head pats, running my fingers through hair, scratching your scalp— if you're touch starved, i will gladly provide. i have no problem recieving it, but some people have clung to me saying i am warm and squishy,,, which brings me to my next point— my love language is most likely physical affection, quality time, and words of affirmation. i have a terrible case of insecurity and my brain has been wired to assume the worst outcome at all times, so please tell me you won't leave even if i'm annoying af,,, for the same reason, it's hard for me to get close to smooth talkers as well as people who talk harshly (even if they're just being honest and mean well.) i like to tease people too (but more to the light insults, not flirting), it's fun to see people's reactions.

i will talk non stop with people i'm comfortable with, so unless you tell me to stop, i won't, lmao. a lot of my close friends irl are either 1) quiet listeners who sometimes give advice or 2) has the same energy and will yell with me. that being said, as i stated that one of my love languages include quality time, just us sitting next to each other while doing our own things in the same room in silence is cool too :D

my ideal hangouts are the more casual ones, specially during the later time of day. things like binge watching movies at home or at the cinema, evening rides or strolls, eating at a nice diner, walking down the beach to watch the sunset/sunrise with the sand and waves between our toes, and midnight convenience store shopping.

THIS SOUNDED SO GENERIC AND BORING ZJNEJXNE maybe this is why i won't ever get a guy irl 😔 thank you for doing this!! and feel free to skip if you don't feel like doing it ♥️

— 💤 anon

i really hope you like this especially because you mean soso much to me!! mwah ily <3 and no you sound like a lovely person, anyone would be lucky to have you as their s/o <3

11k Event/Match Ups are closed!

↬ your haikyuu matchup: kageyama tobio !

↬ your fanfiction trope: and there was only one bed !

— headcanon: contrary to what people might assume, kageyama is not clueless when it comes to relationships. yes of course he once was, but as he developed as a person, so did his mindsets and his approaches and understandings. with how long you’ve been together, kageyama knows now. he knows your little habits that he’s learned to love and appreciate and find endearing, and he knows of your needs and wants and aspirations and dreams, and he knows and caters to you whenever you need him to, able to tell the signs of any sort of mood you’re in. the misconception is in that he’s quiet, but just because he’s not vocal doesn’t mean he doesn’t know you like the back of his hand. you’re the most important person in his life, there’s no way he wouldn’t put in the effort. he just does it his own way. you’re not necessarily opposites, but neither are you the same— nonetheless, you’re made for one another, and if it isn’t clear in everything else, it is in the way he looks at you.

[terrifictomholland]

you melt my heart - Tom Holland x reader

So, this is a request from @thehappygrungelife​ and this has very much taken on a life of it’s own. This is a monster of a fic.

Word count: 10.7K

Warnings: Curse words, some smut at the end and fluff, there is a little angst and self-doubt. If there’s anything else, lmk!   this stuff also doesn’t happen without a tiny village so here’s to those who’s helped me and cheered me on while writing this @fairytelling​ @angelic-holland​ @xoluvx​ @howdyhoe-holland​ thank you soso much! 

This has taken a lot of time and effort on my part and in a way, it’s quite personal to me, so be gentle with this. It means a lot to me, so without further ado - enjoy.

"You're brighter than all the stars combined," you heard a voice tell you from behind. You rolled your eyes as your lips tugged up in a smile, before turning around coming face to face with the one and only Tom Holland.

"Is that a dig since I don't really ever come to these parties?" you asked, cocking your hip, leaning against the counter as you set your drink aside, seeing him fish-mouth for a brief moment before recovering.

"No! No, it's just...i'm glad you're here," he back-pedaled, "and being bright isn't a bad thing, it's sexy," he recovered and you raised your eyebrow. "Nice save there, you were about a feet deep in digging your own grave there," you said gently patting his shoulder and he chuckled. "Wanna know what else is really sexy?" "No, but I know I'm about to find out regardless," "You naked on my bed," "You're getting predictable Tom, is that the best you've got?" you grinned, looking into his eyes seeing the way they twinkled in the light, the colour changing every so often from a deep brown to a molten caramel colour, depending on where the light struck. "Hell no I haven't even gotten started honey, but I've got to keep you interested don't I?" he challenged. "What if I'm not?" you retorted seeing the challenge spark something in his eyes and you bit your lip, concealing a grin as you hopped up on the counter, feeling him coming closer to you.

The close proximity and the way his cologne mixed with cigarettes invaded your senses and personal space made you a little lightheaded. Your gaze traveling up to his face as his hand came to rest on your waist. "Here we are again huh?" he breathed, his mouth inches away from yours. You felt his body heat radiating off of him,seeing his intense gaze on you as you licked your lips, hands moving up to his shoulders letting them rest there. 

Your eyes wandering down to his muscled arms, seeing all of the intricate tattoos decorating them. You could have spent a lifetime studying them and still find new things about them. "Here we are," you agreed letting your eyes flutter shut as he leaned in, stopping briefly before his lips connected with yours. That made you open your eyes seeing the silent question in his eyes - did you want to stop?

You didn't.

His lips brushed over yours softly at first, teasing you before adding more pressure, his lips rolling over yours, catching your bottom lip between his. You let out a sigh, letting your fingers lace together behind his neck.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip, easily parting your lips, letting your tongues battle it out in their own private dance. His hands roaming along the sides of your body, his hold on you tight enough to bruise. At first it didn't even register for you, until something cool and metal brushed against your tongue. 

You broke the kiss only to see him looking at you questioningly. "Did you get a tongue piercing?" He gave you a cheeky grin as an answer, sticking his tongue out and your throat went dry seeing the silver piercing there. "Impressed?" he asked cockily, watching you with a fire in his eyes that made your stomach burn with desire. "Unexpected," you said at long last to keep him on his toes. 

It turned you on that's for sure, both the piercing itself, letting your mind wander to all of the places that could come in handy and also the way he was looking at you, like you were a meal. "Is that good or bad?" he hummed and you grinned having the upper hand. Instead of replying, you reached up kissing him again, picking up where the two of you left off. 

His hand snaking around your waist bringing you flush against him, his touch scorching your skin. "Tom! You'll nev- oh sorry mate!" one of his friends interrupted, the both of you breaking away from the kiss looking over at his friend. You gulped feeling like someone had doused you with a bucket of ice water. 

Placing your hands on his shoulders gently pushing him off you and you hopped off the counter. Seeing his slightly flushed cheeks and swollen lips, you wanted to stay, god did you want to stay. But if you did, it would be a mistake. "Wait Y/N-" he began, his hands reaching for you but you side-stepped and gave him a small smile waving at him. 

Had his friend not interrupted now, who knows where the two of you ended up doing. Once you got outside, the fog in your head cleared as you breathed in the frosty night air. As you walked you fired off a text to your friends letting them know you went home. The further you walked away from the frat house, the more you sobered up and you blamed yourself for falling so easily to his advances and charming self. It wasn't the first time that he had come onto and you had ended up kissing at a frat party like this one. It was something about him that was so alluring, making you unable to stay away. A lot of it had to do with his reputation as the ultimate bad boy on campus where his dorm was like a revolving door of different girls coming and going as they pleased. While you let yourself be part of the thrill of it, just for a moment because kissing was harmless. You didn't fancy being a notch on his bedpost. 

You weren't that kind of a girl who could pull off a one night stand. No you needed a connection with someone if you were gonna sleep with them, and you didn't know Tom well enough for that. Nor did you want to get too close to him because you'd heard from far too many friends of yours who had slept with him. 

That he fucked them and dumped them which wasn't something you were interested in. In turn that made you guarded around him to protect yourself.                                                              ---- It was a couple of days before you saw Tom again after your little make-out session in the kitchen of his frat house. This time you bumped into him at the pizza place down the street from where your dorm was. 

At first you didn't see him until you heard his voice. "Hey," he said, hands stuffed in his pockets, him rocking back and forth on the back of his heel. "Oh hey Tom," you said with a friendly smile "How's it going?" he asked casually while the two of you both waited for your pizzas. "It's going, cramming for finals now before winter break you know. What about you?" you asked, letting your eyes take him in. He looked gorgeous today, clad in ripped jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt with his signature leather jacket over it, along with a pair of boots. "Ah yes, the panic-induced cramming," he joked making you grin, you saw him step closer to you, letting other people pass through that already got their food. 

He never stepped back again. "You see," you started, glancing at him for a second seeing the way he held your gaze steadily with mild curiosity, "this is study food and a much needed excuse to get out of my room and to see something other than the four walls back in my dorm," you chuckled self-deprecatingly hearing him laugh.

"Ah, the best kind of study food I can imagine," he played along and you grinned, nodding along. "Absolutely," "Do you uh, want some company?" he asked and suddenly his whole demeanor changed, his body language turning into something much more insecure and shy-like. "Oh, sure, yeah I'd love some company," you stuttered out not bothering to hide your surprise, but you felt pleasantly surprised that he asked you and it showed in the smile you gave him. "Cool," he said with a smile as he relaxed, his shoulders dropping and more of his normal confidence coming back. 

Your order was called out so you got it. While Tom waited for his, you scoured the place for a table for the two of you to sit at. "So, what are you studying?" Tom asked sliding into the seat opposite you when he got his pizza, glancing at you, laying down some napkins in the middle of the table. "Psychology," you said taking a bite of pizza, seeing his eyebrows raising, giving you an impressed nod, "That's dope," "What about you?" "You," he said smoothly and you looked down feeling your cheeks heat up. "That's smooth," you offered seeing a shit-eating grin form on his face. "You ain't seen nothing yet," "Boy you're cocky," you laughed shaking your head bemusedly.

"Well, I go after what I want, who can blame me?" he shrugged, you leaned forward on the table eyeing him curiously, "What are you currently wanting?" He shifted in his seat looking at your inquisitive gaze, you didn't ask to be a dick. You were simply curious what he wanted. 

"A bit of fun with you," he told you honestly, to which you gave a small nod, letting his words sink in. He gave you honesty and you felt the need to give him the same favour. "I don't do one night stands," you said bluntly putting it out there. He watched you curiously while taking a sip from his coke. "Who said anything about a one night stand?" he asked, brows furrowing, head tilted to the side watching you with an intensity you weren't expecting from him. "I..I just thought...that's why you're here now, and the party," you trailed off, suddenly feeling thrown off guard. 

He rubbed his fingers over his lips, contemplating what to say, "I'm not gonna lie, I'd love to have you in my bed." he started and you sucked in a breath feeling a sinking feeling take over in your chest, of course all he wanted was a quick fuck and be on his way, leaving you behind along with the rest of his trophies. "But that's not why I'm here now, I'm here because I genuinely want to be here and get to know you." he finished and the sinking feeling in your chest dissipated slightly, but you were still watching him with guarded eyes, "Why me?" you couldn't help asking, a wave of self-doubt washing over you and as much as you tried to hide it, Tom noticed it so he reached his hand out, placing it on top of yours. 

You looked down at his massive hand swallowing yours, feeling slightly soothed by the gentle touch. "Why not you? I think you're remarkable and you don't put up with my bullshit and you're clearly not afraid to give me a piece of your mind," he said flooring you, out of all things, him complimenting you like this was the last thing you were expecting, but it made you feel fuzzy and warm on the inside. "You mean that?" your voice wavering slightly as you looked at him with big, round eyes.

"I really do. How about this? Go on a date with me and if you don't want to do this anymore after that, it's completely fine. But, one date, that's all I'm asking," he said giving your hand a squeeze, letting you know the ball was entirely in your court. You mulled it over, looking over at him to try and see what he was thinking. "Alright, one date," you conceded seeing the smile taking over his whole face and you mirrored his smile, letting out a small giggle in disbelief at what you just agreed to. "Fuck yeah!" he cheered and you shook your head letting out another giggle at his outburst. "So...can I have your number now?" he asked with a cheeky grin and you couldn't help but be slightly endeared as he pulled his phone out handing it over to you and you took it, letting your fingers quickly type your number. "I texted myself," you said as you handed the phone back to him. 

Your fingers brushing against each other. You definitely felt something in that single and very brief touch, judging by the way he was looking at you, he'd felt it too. "Was hoping you would, but, I wouldn't have minded texting you either," he winked, you rolled your eyes good naturedly now, dropping your hand down to your side. "You don't stop do you?" you chuckled watching as he looked at your hand, which was still buzzing. "Nope," he said popping the p.  "How does Wednesday sound?" he asked instead. 

You did some quick thinking, it was Monday today.  "Sounds good to me," you said letting yourself get just a teeny bit excited at the prospect of your date.   So far, from the time you'd spent with Tom at the pizza parlour tonight, you were starting to see that there was more than meets the eye with Tom. 

Despite the tattoos, piercings and his badass looks and his reputation. Only in tiny bits and pieces, the smallest glimpses, but it was something deeper about him, more layers to him that you were itching to get to know more about. "Great, thanks for giving me a fair shot," he said with an adorable smile, the smile alone doing things to you, a warmth spreading through you.

There was definitely more than meets the eye you quickly decided. "Of course, I'm excited," you smiled and it wasn't a lie, you really were excited for this. "Me too," he murmured with a small smile you'd not seen on his face before.                                                         ----- Between cramming for exams and going to lectures and work, you'd felt time went far too fast and too slow and today was the day of your date. 

You and Tom had begun texting 24/7, your phone constantly attached to your hand like glue, feeling giddy as the two of you spent all of your waking hours texting back and forth. You talked about everything between heaven and earth in those messages. Your friends constantly taking the piss out of you, teasing you at your love struck face and silly smile at your phone. 

The incessant questions about who was making you smile so much and who was behind the pep in your step, but you kept it under wraps for now. At least until the date, you were quite sure that you wanted to keep seeing him, no matter how the date would pan out tonight. All Tom had said was that he was picking you up at 7 and to wear casual clothes, no heels. Which was fine by you, you positively hated wearing heels anyways.     Right around 7pm, your phone lit up with a text from him, saying he was here, so you quickly got your things and put your shoes on, calling out a quick bye to your friends before heading out. 

He stood leaning against his car by the passenger side waiting for you, fiddling with his phone. You bit your lip feeling those giddy and fluttery feelings creeping back as you approached him. He looked up when you got nearer and a grin spread on his face, "Hey," "Hi," you replied shyly, You weren't quite as forward in this situation, feeling your nerves taking over just a little and he seemed almost just as shy himself. He reached out pulling you into him giving you a hug that you positively melted in, sneakily breathing in his cologne that was intoxicating. "You look really gorgeous," he murmured in your ear causing you to smile. "Thank you, so do you," and he did, he really did. 

It could've been the lighting, but you were positive you saw him blush before opening the door for you, letting you climb inside as he went around and into the driver seat. "Where are we going?" you asked after you'd driven for a couple of minutes, he let out a small laugh. "Someone's impatient," he teased making you pout slightly, he saw you and smirked, "If I weren't driving I'd sure as hell be kissing that pout off your face right now,"  you looked away from him as your cheeks heated up hearing him say that. 

But you couldn't help but to feel secretly pleased either, a slow burning sensation furling up in your stomach at the prospect of kissing him. You knew the way he kissed and it was addictive. 

The way he kissed with confidence and a very talented tongue sending chills down your spine whenever you thought about it. "Shut up," you mumbled hearing his maddening laughter ring out in the car. The rest of the drive was filled with easy and effortless banter between the two of you. "We're going mini-golfing?" you questioned as you got out of the car, seeing how excited he was, "Hell yeah we are!" he grinned about as excited as a puppy. "Out of all things I thought we were doing tonight, this didn't even make it on the list," you admitted and he looked at you wickedly, 

"You have a list? What did you think we were gonna do?" he teased and you rolled your eyes, "I do not," you defended, "and like...tattoos or something," you muttered but he heard you, letting out a laugh, "Oh honey, haven't I told you? We're doing that for our second date," he grinned impishly. "Oh so we're going on a second date?" it was your turn to tease him now and he confidently nodded with an easy grin, "Yeah we are, you know it too," he said simply seeing that it had the effect he wished for. "Oh god damn you," you said exasperated seeing the smug look on his face as you walked in side-by-side. 

You dared a quick glance at him seeing him already watching you, giving you a private smile before taking your hand firmly in his. His hand engulfing yours. "Your hand is cold," before your filter reached your mouth that was what you said. He looked at you amusedly, "My lips are cold, wanna warm them up too?" at that, your cheeks heated up immensely and he leaned over, kissing your cheek which was enough to send your heart racing. You hadn't been on this date for long enough, but already you could tell you were gonna be enjoying yourself in his company.

"Let's get this game on," you swiftly changed the subject, hearing his throaty chuckle.  As much as you tried to insist on paying, he simply wasn't having it, easily swatting your hand away each time you tried to pay for yourself. "I'll let you kiss me," you bribed hearing him snort, "Oh my god you're a lunatic," "I am not!" you tried to dignify and he shook his head, "How far are we getting if I just don't say anything right now?" "Guess you'll never know," you winked hearing him let out a curse, "Damn,"                                                              ---- "Have you golfed before?" he asked as you got to the first hole, setting up. "A few times here and there," you shrugged, correcting your grip on the club and stance before hitting the ball. You kept your eye on it as it stopped right in front of the hole, "Damn," you heard Tom say, clearly impressed and you felt a surge of pride run through you at that. "Thanks!" you replied cheerfully as you managed to get the ball in the hole with a gentle putt.  You looked behind you seeing him shaking his head at you with an amused look, "A few times here and there hmm?" making you shrug with a giggle, "Mmhm," you winked, seeing him lick his bottom lip before taking his ball and lining that up, you watched him seeing the look of pure concentration creep up on his face, lip sticking out ever so slightly as he eyed the hole then the ball. 

You got a sinking feeling he'd done his fair share of mini-golfing too, he looked far too comfortable and used to golfing. Your gut instinct was right when you saw him sink the ball on the first try. "Oh come on," you huffed seeing the triumphant grin take over his face. "This is gonna be fun," he laughed knowing the two of you would be pretty much neck-in-neck all game.                                                          ---- In the end, Tom beat you by five measly points, making you huff, your arms crossed over your chest. "I had no idea you were such a sore loser," he smirked, rubbing his victory in your face, "I'm revoking all kissing privileges now that you've said that," you said while he eyed you for a moment, biting his lip before shaking his head, "No you're not," he hummed confidently and you just looked at him before a small smile tugged on your lips,

 "No..I'm not," you said softly. He smiled back at you, taking your hand lacing your fingers together. "Do you want to grab a bite to eat?" he asked as his thumb ran along your knuckles. You looked down at your hands, again you felt the warmth spread throughout you like a wildfire at his gentle touch. "Yeah I'm starving," you readily agreed, letting him pull you along to a pub, grabbing a simple meal and a beer each. "How's the date so far?" he asked in-between bites of food, looking at you with interest. "I think it's great," you began, "I don't have a lot of experience when it comes to dates and dating," you said softly, avoiding his gaze feeling like you were being peeled back, like the layer of an onion, exposing more and deeper parts of yourself, as silly as it may be. "You don't?" the way he asked, it wasn't accusatory, more like being curious and almost unfathomable for him that you hadn't dated a lot. 

You could feel your shoulders tensing up and turning slightly defensive, even though you knew he didn't mean anything by it. "No I haven't," you switched on a dime, looking into his eyes steadily, "Is that something that's gonna bother you? That I've never had a boyfriend before and that I'm so inexperienced?" your voice hardening slightly to mask just how incredibly self-aware you felt over that, like you were backed into a corner without an exit strategy. "What? No of course not," he said confused as to how you'd gone from so chilled out to frosty in a matter of a minute not understanding where he'd gone wrong. You deflated at his reassurance, almost crawling into yourself for getting so defensive like that and hot shame ran through you, you were ashamed of your behaviour. 

But you couldn't help it, not when you knew his reputation and the line of girls he had, easily throwing themselves at him and you knew he got with them and he had bags of experience. You couldn't help but to compare yourself to the girls you'd seen him hooking up with. 

You were nothing like them whatsoever, so this was all leaving you feeling a certain way. "I'm sorry," you began as your cheeks heated, looking at him, you knew you owed him an explanation. He gave you a slight smile holding your hand and giving it a squeeze, the touch both soothing and grounding you.

"It's just...I don't understand why me? Because I know about you and your ways, you find a new girl at each party to hook up with. I've seen you in action," you said chewing on your lip seeing him listen to you intently before you continued, "I just...I feel really insecure, because I don't have any experience with...anything, and I'm scared you're gonna realize that and I don't have anything to offer you that's gonna keep you coming back to me. You're gonna get bored and leave and go find someone else," you rushed out, feeling the blood coursing in your veins and you could hear the loud pounding of your heartbeat as you laid it out there, your fears for him to dissect. 

You felt like you had put yourself under a microscope. You shut your eyes tightly, letting out a shaky breath as your hands began to tremble while you waited for whatever he was going to say next. "Hey, look at me," he said gently, his fingers coming up under your chin and bringing them up so you met his gaze, seeing just how calm and steady he was right now. 

For some reason, you could feel yourself relax slightly. You licked your lips nervously, bringing your beer up having a sip of it just to have something to do.

"I'll be honest with you, I really couldn't give a flying fuck whether or not you've slept with 30 different guys or no guy. That's not why I'm attracted to you, and it's not something that's gonna make me bored of you either...if anything, it makes me want to stay even more, because it means we'll have time to teach you all the fun stuff and I'll help you explore the things you like too." you let out a small laugh still, your cheeks flushed at his words,

"I promise I will not get bored of you, you keep me on my toes and I really fucking dig that," he finished and you looked at him wordlessly, feeling like a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You gave him a small but genuine smile, feeling something shifting between the two of you into something more, "I'd like that...down the line," you admitted. You were only human, of course you'd thought about what it would be like to sleep with Tom and having him rock your world, but now, you felt much more at ease around him because he knew where you stood and how you felt now. You trusted him to not abuse that, which you didn't think he would. "Yeah?" he asked, eyes lighting up as if it was Christmas morning, you let out a small giggle seeing how he reacted. "You're fucking stunning," he complimented and you felt your heart grow three sizes as he said it, "Thank you, you're pretty handsome too," you grinned.   After you got that off your chest, the rest of your night went smooth sailing, you felt much lighter once you had that discussion. 

Heavy and deep as it may have been for a first date, it felt appropriate somehow. He took you home and dropped you off outside of your dorm. Your body turning to him in the car, watching him. "Will I see you soon again?" he asked after a moment, his thumb reaching out to touch your cheek and your eyes fluttered shut, leaning into his touch ever so slightly. "I think it's gonna be a few days now,since my exams are starting," you said regretfully, "That's alright, let me know when you're done with them and we'll pencil in another date," he said easily, reaching over kissing your forehead. You let out a content sigh as his lips lingered before he pulled away. "Oh it's a date for sure," you promised, slipping out of the car and heading up to the front door, turning around and you saw him wave at you before pulling away from the curb and drive off.                                                         ---- Since you'd been so preoccupied with your exams, you and Tom hadn't been able to see each other since your date, but that didn't stop either of you from continuously texting and talking on the phone into the early hours of the morning, leaving you more zombie-like than human, but oh how giddy he made you feel.  

You were seeing him tonight, over at his dorm which had you feeling all kinds of things. Mostly excitement to see him, but also a little nervous because you didn't know what the two of you were gonna do.  

You got there, knocking on the door and while you waited outside, the  butterflies and the giddiness came back in full force, stronger now than ever before. You'd missed him, and you were quite sure he had missed you too. "Hey," he grinned opening the door, you'd expected to find him in his signature ripped jeans and black shirt. 

But instead, the sight that greeted you was of him in a pair of sweats and a fitted white t-shirt. A smile spreading across your face seeing him looking so soft and cosy. You went over to him easily, giving him a hug. "Hey," you murmured against him, breathing in his comforting and already familiar scent. "Come on in," he ushered, shutting the door behind you. It was the first time you were there, seeing yet another part of himself. 

What surprised you was how relatively tidy he had it and the amount of photos he had hung up on the walls of his family and friends. You stopped there, taking them all in while he hung back, letting you familiarize yourself here. "Are these photos all of your family?" you asked turning around, seeing him come over to you, standing right behind you as his arms came around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

Even through your clothes you could feel the way his touch burned in the best way. "Yeah, that's my mum and dad. Those other rascals are my brothers. I've got twin brothers, Harry and Sam and then Paddy who is the youngest," he said proudly, something in his eyes turning very soft as he spoke of them. "Are you close to them?" his eyes met yours and you saw so much in his eyes that he didn't let others see. "I am very close to my brothers yeah. I'm really close to my parents too. We talk daily on the phone or facetime," he shrugged giving you another private smile that he only reserved for you. You were about to melt to the floor. Whenever a guy talked about his family you were a goner. 

Especially with Tom, who, with his tough-as-nails looking exterior and then to find out he talked to his family every single day and spoke so highly of them? That was really attractive.

"I can tell they mean a lot to you," you smiled, snaking your own arm around his waist snuggling into him. "Absolutely, they've all got a tattoo. It's the first letter of all their names but still," he murmured lifting his shirt up. Your eyes immediately drawn to his chest, feeling a very different sensation form in the pit of your stomach seeing that he had his nipple pierced.  

Your eyes moved even further down, seeing different letters tattooed on his rib cage right below his heart. "Did they hurt?" you whispered unable to take your eyes off them, "Yeah those ones hurt probably the most. The skin there is very thin and you're right on the bone," he said letting you touch them. 

You glanced up at him seeing the way he was watching you so carefully and intently. "Did that hurt too?" you asked motioning for his nipple piercing. He let out a laugh, "I don't really remember that one, I did that drunkenly," he confessed, his cheeks heating up. "Can I touch?" you asked innocently seeing him bite his lip giving you the go-ahead with a nod of his head. Your hand shook ever so slightly as you placed it on his warm chest, feeling the muscles ripple under your touch. Honestly, he was so ripped it made you question whether he was made out of marble. Your fingers coming in contact with the cold metal and he drew in a ragged breath, letting out a small hiss. "Sensitive," he said in a strangled voice, all you did was give him an innocent smile in return.

Letting your gaze move down the rest of his torso seeing the 6-pack he had, you let your fingers touching his abs, feeling the way they flexed under your touch. Your eyes lowering further down to the happy trail leading down to the promised land. 

Making it so that it was your turn to swallow thickly thinking about that happening someday, you wanted him, plain as day now. It wasn't something you could avoid, some nights you'd toss and turn being so turned on just by thinking about him and his tongue piercing and how good he could make you feel.

You let yourself lean forward while you had the courage, placing gentle kisses to his nipple hearing him curse under his breath, sucking on the sensitive bud, letting your tongue swirl around his piercing. "Feels good," he grunted closing his eyes. You glanced up seeing the effect you had on him, making you feel powerful. 

With a pop, you pulled away rolling down his shirt and you continued to walk around in there like you hadn't just done that. "Oh you fucking minx," he cursed in frustration, looking at you as you eyed a bookshelf full of movies and other little trinkets that must have held a lot of meaning for him With a sly look over your shoulder you winked, "But you like it," He plonked down on his couch watching you with unabashed desire swirling in his eyes. 

The way he looked at you ignited that fire in your belly once again and your core started throbbing. You didn't say anything, instead a tiny smirk forming on your face as you kept walking around, touching different knickknacks he had being aware of his intense gaze on you.

"So, what are we doing?" you hummed taking a seat right next to him feeling him pull you into his lap, his fingers digging into your thighs as you bracketed your knees on either side of him, staring down at him. The more you got to know him, the more comfortable you felt around him, no longer afraid to tease him. 

You moved in attaching your lips to his neck placing gentle kisses there hearing him sigh, head cocked to the side. "I thought we could bake together," he started shakily, hands holding onto you tighter, "I grew up with mum always baking something back home, so I thought it could be a fun thing we could do," he shrugged trying to play off just how soft and pure this was. 

Your heart was growing about five sizes too big for this boy and this was the last thing you expected him to say while he had you in his lap, but you weren't complaining. "I'd love to," you whispered laying your head on his chest feeling how his heart was beating just a little bit faster than normal, which made you smile, he wasn't superhuman after all. "Really? You would?" he asked carding his fingers through your hair. Your head was a in a bit of a tailspin at the incredibly fast change of pace, but you liked this just as much. 

"Yeah of course, I love to bake, what did you have in mind?" "I thought we could do something relatively simple? Maybe brownies?" "I love brownies," you said excitedly, him letting out a breath as if he'd been holding it, "Were you nervous I wouldn't want to bake with you?" "I was afraid you'd think I was lame for rather wanting to spend my time with you letting you know about my family and bake with me, instead of fucking, or well...we can still have a bit of fun" he said cheekily after a moment of silence making you laugh. "I'd much rather do this anytime over a frat party. I prefer seeing you like this," you mused seeing the way his eyes crinkled as he smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to the centre of your palm. "Do you mean that?"

"I really do, the party scene isn't something for me, I much rather prefer doing these kinds of things. Have a quiet night in, baking, or like...pop a movie in, have a glass of wine, whatever. Trivia night at the pub? hell yeah, go bowling or even mini-golfing. Sign me the fuck up," you shrugged feeling his chest rumbling with laughter, "God marry me already," he joked making you laugh and you snuggled further into him, face nuzzled in his neck. "You smell really good," you hummed, "Thanks love, I showered for once before you came," he teased and you slapped his arm pulling back looking at him, seeing the cheeky grin. 

"You're such a dick at times you know," you smirked before getting up leaving him on the couch. "Wait where are you going? Come back," he said making grabby hands at you, "Get up lazy arse, we're baking," you clicked your tongue having a look around getting familiar opening different drawers and cabinets. 

Tom leaned against the door frame seeing you plucking out different measurements and ingredients. "You look so hot right now all bossy and direct," you heard him say, your cheeks flushed but you glanced at him seeing the grin across his face. "Don't think for a second you're getting out of this. You're making these brownies with me or so help me god," you threatened with a glint in your eye. 

He held his arms up in mock surrender walking over to you, arms wrapping around you from behind resting them on your stomach. "Tom come on," you laughed softly feeling him place a soft kiss on your neck, inching away because it tickled. "You can do the measuring and mix everything. Put those muscles to good use," you smirked, easily slipping out of his hold, turning the oven on to preheat it. 

You bit your lip looking over at him, seeing him do as he was told while you lined up the tin with baking paper. "You've been checking me out?" he smirked making you flush, glad that your face was hidden, "Just mix it together," you huffed in exasperation hearing his laugh ring out. "Hey Tom?" you asked walking back to him with the tray, "Yeah love?" your belly filled with warmth and pleasure whenever he called you love, "What's your fondest memory of being in the kitchen with your mum?" "Probably when I was around 7 or 8, mum let me help her in the kitchen making my birthday cake. I promptly wanted a fire truck cake and I felt so big and I was so proud of myself, helping her with measuring the ingredients and mixing the batter. I even got to help her put the cake in the oven, with her supervision of course," he chuckled, his eyes shining with fondness as he told you about the very precious memory. 

You couldn't help but to grin yourself picturing such a young Tom, sans all the piercings and tattoos, the way his eyes would lit up as he got to help his mum with his cake. "I bet that was the tastiest cake you've ever had," you smiled as he popped the brownie batter in the oven. He put the timer on before walking over to you, lifting you up on the counter gently, holding your body close. "It really was. I got to help decorate it and everything, the bragging rights I had for that cake was ridiculous," he murmured making you laugh softly. "I would too," you smiled letting your fingers rake through his buzz-cut watching the way his eyes closed.

"You look even more like a bad boy with this buzz-cut," you murmured as he opened his eyes looking at you, "Bad boy huh?" he smirked and you smacked his arm, "You know you are," you huffed, feeling the way he placed his hands on your hips, your legs opening to let him stand between them. "I'm glad I let you talk me into that date," you murmured watching as he leaned forward kissing your nose. "I am too,"                                                             ---- The rest of the evening was spent on a very small couch he had, watching reruns of New Girl, both of you gorging on the brownies that tasted fucking amazing, "Your mum taught you very well," you said softly, head resting on his chest and your legs entwined. You nuzzled your face closer to him, being on the brink of almost falling asleep because you were so comfortable and his fingers running up and down your arms. "I love that you sound so shocked," he mumbled sarcastically making you let out a sleepy giggle. "'m sorry," you grinned lifting your head up, resting your chin on his chest seeing him already watching you. "It's okay love," he hummed.

Something fell over the two of you, a shift settling and all you felt was calmness. Your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips. He was doing the same, slowly leaning forward and your heart started beating faster as you realized what was about to happen. 

Without knowing it, you were holding your breath in anticipation and only let it out when his breath fell onto your lips. His hand came up to cup your cheek and you held onto his wrist, feeling his pulse racing. "Can-" he started and you nodded quickly, "-yes, please," you whispered swallowing and his lips brushed over yours. Your eyes automatically closing as his lips caught yours in a lock. You felt like your skin was buzzing, every touch of his sending electricity coursing through your entire body, lighting it up from the inside out.

 Your lips finding a rhythm with ease as they glided along each other. He deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping along your lip causing you to let out an involuntary sigh, parting your lips for him to slip his inside of your mouth. You let out a small moan feeling the cold metal of his tongue piercing against your own. Your hand moving up to hold his face as your tongues battled it out.

Ever so slowly he pulled away and you took a much needed breath, your faces still milimetres away from his, you were so close you could count his eyelashes and had a close-up of all of his freckles. "That was quite something," he hummed with a pleased smile and you couldn't help but to smile back, pecking his lips repeatedly. 

Now that you've gotten a taste of his kisses you wanted more. "It really was," you agreed in between kisses.  You easily moved into his lap, straddling him as you held onto him, both of you going back to kissing passionately and needily. 

Hands roaming and exploring each others bodies, just as your tongues were exploring each others mouths. "I don't think you should go out in this weather and it's really late," he said once you broke away from the kiss, both of you out of breath with swollen lips, a crinkle in your eyes. You glanced out the window seeing the storm.

 It was nasty looking, and to be fair, you really did want to stay the night. "Okay," "I'm not gonna lie, I thought I was going to have to work harder to make you stay the night," he laughed, you looked at him with a glint in your eyes. "Are you trying to get me into bed?" His own eyes twinkled with mischief, "You offering?" "I'll take the couch," you grinned at his antics, "No c'mon, you're my guest you can take the bed," he refused and you gave him a look, "It's one night, I think I can manage your couch," you said pecking his lips but he was adamant. "Or...we share the bed?" he asked looking at you questioningly. "Alright, but you keep your hands to yourself," you warned and he smirked which made the throb between your legs come back full force at the prospect of sharing a bed with him. "Don't worry about my hands, you should keep yours to yourself because I know I'm hot," he said puffing his chest out. "You're more than welcome to sleep on the floor you know," you smiled sugary-sweet. "Like I'm gonna give up an opportunity to have you in my bed," he scoffed, "Oh my god, let's just go to bed already," you shook your head with a small laugh, climbing off of him. 

You got up and walked to his bedroom. It was the first time you were in there, seeing the simple twin-sized bed, more pictures hung up on the walls and a closet. Along with clothes strewn across the floor and some random papers here and there. "I figured you'd want something more comfortable to sleep in," he said holding out a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. "Oh thank you," you said softly, taking the clothes from him. "I'll go get ready in the bathroom," he said easily and you let out a breath the second he was gone, letting yourself feel overwhelmed for a moment while you were alone with your thoughts. 

You'd never shared a bed before with anyone, so a little bit of nervousness was just part of the package. You quickly stripped out of your clothes and decided to just put his t-shirt on. It made you look like you were swimming in it, but it smelled exactly like him and that was quickly becoming your favourite scent. 

You were definitely gonna take this shirt to sleep in. You glanced at his bed crawling into it, and just as you were about to pull the covers over you, he walked inside again. You swallowed thickly seeing him in his boxers only and the way his eyes took you in, clad in just a t-shirt of his. "This is a sight I could get used to," he said going over to the bed and crawling in beside you. It was a tight fit, but also made for a perfect excuse for you to cuddle up to Tom. 

"Me too," you grinned, softly kissing him as your legs tangled together under the covers and he wrapped a strong arm around you. The both of you sharing lazy kisses and gentle touches. "Goodnight," you whispered once you broke away, just as he turned off the lights and you cuddled up against him, pulling the comforter over you. "Goodnight love, sweet dreams," he whispered feeling his lips on your forehead.                                                            ---- The next morning, you woke up before Tom, still wrapped up in his arms. You took this time to really admire him, seeing the way his eyelashes rested against his cheeks, the way his lips were formed in a tiny pout, soft snores escaped him.

You were so fucking smitten with this boy. Your gaze moved down to his arm, seeing the intricate details of his tattoos, gently tracing them with your finger. "That one is for my grandpa," his raspy morning voice cracked slightly. A gentle smile formed on your face now seeing as how he was awake. You leaned down giving it a gentle kiss. "Good morning," you said laying down beside him feeling him pull you close. "Morning love, how'd you sleep?" he asked rubbing his eyes. All of this felt so sickeningly cute and domestic. Making you feel like your heart was gonna burst out of your rib cage. "The best sleep I've had in a long, long time," you confessed seeing his face brighten, "Me too, you should sleep over more often," he grinned cheekily pressing a kiss on your cheek. "Don't get ahead of yourself now," you teased feeling him peck your lips.   "You hungry?" he asked sitting up while you burrowed into his duvet, unwilling to get up just yet, you being far too comfortable there, "A bit," "Well, we've got brownies," he offered making you giggle. "Sounds like an excellent breakfast,"                                                            ---- Weeks flew by, Tom and you got even closer. The two of you alternated between hanging out at each others dorms, hanging out with your mutual friends and spending the night there.

 Other nights you had date nights where usually you'd find some fun activity to try out. Tonight was the NYE party at Tom's frat house, which of course you were going to with your friends.   The more time you'd spent with him you noticed that Tom had cut back on going to the parties ever since you came into his life. It made you feel warm inside, knowing that there had been a change in him. And you were part of the reason why.

You never wanted to change him against his own will and it was something you'd made abundantly clear, but he was adamant that he didn't mind it and that he'd much rather spend his time with you over those silly parties any day nowadays. For the both of you it was a no-brainer that the two of you were dating, but it would be very nice to be able to call him your boyfriend, and for him to call you his girlfriend. 

So that was where you were now, boyfriend and girlfriend. While you got ready tom fired off a text to you, asking where you were, which brought you back to this evening. Q

uickly typing out a message that you had arrived at the frat house. Already you could hear the music blaring from outside and you knew it was gonna be absolutely packed. You still weren't crazily fond of these parties, but it was NYE and it was Tom. 

You'd walk through fire for him if he asked you. Once inside, you were greeted with even louder music and people everywhere. There wasn't a single space that wasn't occupied somehow. You bit your lip knowing it was going to be damn near impossible to find Tom now in this crowd.

"Hey Y/N!" a voice called out making you look up seeing one of Tom's best and closest friends, Harrison with his signature cheeky smile and slightly bloodshot eyes from already going hard with the booze. At that you smiled feeling a little more comfortable and relieved that you had seen a familiar face.

"Hey Harrison!" you greeted, "Do you happen to know where Tom is?" you shouted so he could hear you over the loud music, the bass vibrating through your body. "Yeah, I'll take you to him!" he shouted back, taking your hand and guiding you through the crowd. "You're good for him you know," he said and you glanced at him seeing the genuine smile grazing his lips. "How so?" you called back,

"Before you he fucked anything and anyone that walked, but now? You've got him wrapped around his finger and he's just," he turned his head slightly, contemplating which word to use, "a better person for knowing you, you've not really tamed him, but you've made him shift priorities. That's not a bad thing, hell, his grades in school are getting better thanks to you," Harrison laughed not realizing the impact his words had on you.

Tom's grades were improving? He never told you that. Nevertheless, the pride coursing through you was overwhelming. A grin spreading over your face once your eyes finally landed on him, seeing him in an intense game of beer pong.  

As if he could tell you had walked into the room, he looked up seeing you there. Wordlessly he put the paddle down and he walked over to you, embracing you in a tight hug, giving you a sweet kiss making you giggle against his lips, "Hiya love," he grinned as he held you close to him, "hi baby," you grinned as you tasted the beer on his tongue, "kicking ass are we?" you teased looking over at the pool table. "You know it!" he winked, "You gonna give me a prize if I win?" he asked adorably, "Well, then you'd better win," you smirked with a slight smirk, slapping his ass teasingly as he walked back to the pool table, throwing a wink your way, "This is for you love," he called out.

You grinned watching him and his teammate successfully sinking the ball into the opposing team's cup, making them drink up. It was a given that Tom was winning this game, the way he walked over to you when the game was finished with a confident stride. His hands firmly holding your hips, "Soo...what's my prize?" he asked as his lips attached to your neck, "Well," you started trailing a finger down the front of his shirt seeing his eyes change colour to something more dark and sinful, 

"You might be getting that prize later, away from prying eyes...all alone in your bedroom," you whispered, letting your lips graze his earlobe, feeling him shiver and his grip on you tightening. "Fucking right I am," he said, licking his lips when you pulled away to look at him. You gave him an impish smile, kissing him and tugging on his bottom lip teasingly, hearing his low groan. Let the teasing begin.                                                           ---- You kept that up all night long, riling him up and teasing him. He never strayed far from you, just like you didn't want to stray too far from him either as you hung out with his and your mutual friends. 

He had you firmly in his lap, gently mouthing and nibbling on your neck making it hard for you to keep focus on your friends and what they were saying. "Tom," you warned in a whisper, turning your head to look at him, seeing him looking at you with those eyes of his that could melt a glacier. "What? I want my prize now love," he murmured impatiently. You leaned forward capturing his pouty lip between yours, tugging on it feeling him let out a soft moan, only meant for your ears. "Let's go then," you whispered breaking the kiss.

The two of you finally made it inside of his room, him making sure that the door was locked so no one would interrupt you. While he did that, you toed off your shoes. "Have I mentioned how fucking gorgeous you look tonight?" he murmured attaching his lips to your neck as you let out a tiny moan, exposing your neck for him to keep kissing. 

Your nimble fingers quickly working on un-buttoning his shirt, you pushed it off him as you lowered your head, kissing over his nipple and sucking on it, letting your tongue flick the piercing hearing the ragged breath he drew. "Love," he warned as your nails scraped across his abs, feeling them ripple under your touch. 

You ran your fingers teasingly along the seam of his boxers making him groan. "I've wanted this all night," you whispered, leaving open mouth kisses all along his chest and abdomen, your teeth nipping on his hipbones hearing his curse and the way he gripped your hair. "You're driving me wild," he cursed. You fell to your knees, working his jeans quickly, pulling them down along with his boxers coming face-to-face with his rock hard cock, seeing how it curled up toward his belly. 

The sight alone made your pussy clench and you licked your lips, glancing up at Tom seeing him watch you with hooded eyes. You swallowed, letting your hand wrap around his cock. He hissed as your cool hand came in contact with his cock, your hand pumping him and your thumb collected the pre-come using it to make for an easier glide. "God that's so good," he grunted as you twisted your wrist, squeezing him at the base, growing bolder and bolder with each of his praises. 

You leaned forward, licking a stripe along the underside of his cock hearing his low growl, right before you wrapped your lips around the head, sucking away like it was a lolly, pulling a string of moans and curses from Tom's lips. "Wanna make you feel good," you moaned against him, the vibrations making him moan. 

He gripped your hair tighter as you mouthed along at the tip, your tongue licking the slit, feeling him grip your hair in a ponytail keeping your hair out of your face. "You do, you're making me feel so good," he panted as you sucked harder, taking more of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out. 

What you couldn't reach with your mouth, you used your hand, pumping him faster. "Come for me," you moaned looking up at him with your wide eyes. You felt him throbbing and pulsating in your mouth right before he came with a shout, you moaning around him, swallowing everything he gave you. "God damn you're incredible," he panted. 

You wiped your lips feeling a surge of pride run through you as you stood up, giving him a passionate kiss. "Fuck me," you begged against his lips before he pulled away and you let out a small whimper, wanting to keep kissing him. "You sure love?" he asked. You'd done a lot of things together, but you hadn't actually had sex yet.

"I'm positive," you assured looking into his eyes. He kept your gaze, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation but he found none. He backed you over to the bed, lowering you on it and placing kisses all over your body. He hiked your dress up over your stomach exposing your lace panties. 

You got wetter and wetter by the second feeling him place kisses all along your inner thighs, alternating between scorching kisses and gently biting down making you moan. "Please Tom," you begged feeling his hot breath on your centre through your panties, feeling like you were gonna explode without a single touch. He finally pulled down your panties and you sucked in a sharp breath feeling his tongue at your centre, licking a fat stripe all along your folds. 

You let out a moan, rutting your hips up for more, feeling his tongue fuck into of you. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and you threaded your fingers in his short hair feeling him put that skilled tongue of his to good use. Before Tom, you'd never had an orgasm, but since meeting him, the two of you had a lot of fun exploring what you liked the best. You let out a cry, gripping onto his hair even tighter now hips lifting off the bed when he circled your clit with his mouth. His tongue piercing finding your clit and you let out a broken sob, making stars explode behind your eyelids. "Oh god," you cried out bucking your hips feeling the fire building in the pit of your stomach, desperately chasing your orgasm. 

"You make the prettiest noises when you're close, love," he hummed against your clit and you let out a high-pitched moan, the vibrations running all the way through your body. 

From the tip of your toes all the way up to your head. Your body felt like it was on fire, your legs starting to shake. "Gonna come," you choked pulling harder on his hair feeling his finger slowly slide inside of you, curving it to find your spot easily. Thrusting his finger against it repeatedly making you cry out in sheer pleasure as your orgasm crashed into you with formidable force.

You chanted his name over and over as you came, feeling him lapping up your juices as you began coming down from your high, your legs still shaking post-orgasm. He kissed his way up your body, his lips finding yours and you couldn't help but to moan tasting yourself on his lips.

"That was incredible," you praised him feeling his smile against your lips, "I'm glad, you look divine when you come," he murmured breaking the kiss and you let out a giggle. You removed your dress, taking your bra with you before laying down on the bed, seeing him reaching into the bed side table, pulling out a condom. "You still wanna do this?" he asked wanting to double-check one last time, "Yes, if you won't fuck me I'll go find someone else who will," you moaned impatiently seeing him roll the condom on. 

"You wouldn't fucking dare," he growled getting ontop of you, pinning your arms above your head to keep you in place. Your heart raced the action as you let out a moan, bucking your hips greedily feeling his cock brush against your entrance. "Oh god," you breathed sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, looking up at Tom seeing him watching you, "I'll be gentle," he assured leaning down to kiss you as he slid inside of you. "You're big," you chuckled breathily, trying to stay in the moment and not get completely overwhelmed. 

"You okay?" he asked against your lips, "I'm fine, just gotta adjust for a second," you promised, letting him kiss you, your mouth opening as he sucked on your bottom lip making you moan. "Move," you encouraged, raising your hips, hearing a pained groan leave his lips. 

You clung to him, nails digging into his back as he pulled out of you, just to thrust back inside, still taking it slow. It wasn't until you were a moaning and sweaty mess under him that he picked his pace up, his hand on your thigh and pulling it over his shoulder. 

You gasped at the new angle, feeling like a whole new world  of pleasure opened up for you.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered feeling his cock hit your spot, his hips rolling in a circle, knowing exactly how to move his hips to bring you the most pleasure. You didn't want to disappoint so you began rolling your hips too, meeting his thrusts hearing him curse. "Fuck honey," he grunted, grasping onto the sheets holding it so tightly his knuckles turned white. "You fuck me so good," you purred in his ear feeling him pick up his pace, thrusting harder into you. 

You let out a moan as your orgasm began building for a second time, your stomach tensing and your pussy clenched down around him, "So fucking tight," he grunted, fingers sliding down to your front and starting to rub your clit. Your eyes rolled back and you clenched down hard around him, head thrown back in pleasure as your orgasm took over, feeling your entire body trembling and shaking. 

Tom let out a shout before you felt him pulsating as he came into the condom. He collapsed on top of you and you clung to him, running your fingers up and down his back as the both of you came down from your highs, bodies sticking together with sweat. 

You tried catching your breath, feeling nothing but pure bliss and happiness, "That was amazing," he took the words right out of your mouth as he looked up at you with a happy smile on his face. You melted at the sight of his disheveled state. 

Cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling and his hair was all mussed up from how you'd pulled it. "I don't think I'm letting you out of this bed now," you grinned saucily, 

"Oh no I've created a monster," he grinned and you swatted his arm, "Watch it you," you smiled feeling him roll off you and he got out of the bed. While you cuddled down under the covers, waiting for him to join you. "Come back, it's cold," you called out as a pout formed on your lips. "However shall I warm you up?" He returned moments later, crawling back in bed wrapping himself around you like an octopus. 

You let out a content sigh snuggling into his chest. "Gee I wonder," you smirked, hips bucking into him and you definitely felt him stirring again which made desire pool between your legs once more. "You're my favourite person," he mumbled after a moment of silence, again taking you completely by surprise at his gentle and soft demeanor. His words bringing tears to your eyes because it was such an innocent thing to say. "You're my favourite person too in the whole wide world," you whispered emotionally, looking at him and he smiled, wiping your tears away before kissing you adoringly, cupping your cheek. "This is gonna be the best year yet," he murmured against your lips,

"Yeah it is, which, we really should start off with a bang." you readily agreed, kissing him and swiftly rolling on top of him, hearing the grunt he let out.

"Fuck yeah we are,"

[stunt-lads]

Tagged by @jimtheviking (tysm for tagging me)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some of your favourite authors

(Under a read more due to length!)

★ Untitled - Wolvlock; Logan kicks in the door to the room he can smell Sherlock’s scent emanating from. He finds him, alive, moving, breathing but he shies away from the light streaming in behind him.

♥ Nonae - OC Backstory; He thinks he had a name once. Before he ran away. But leaving his realm, his home has left him empty.

★ Camping (Working title) - Streddie (IT); “So, we’re going camping this weekend right?” Richie can hear Eddie in the other room, double and triple checking to make sure he has everything.

“Yes, we’re leaving today actually, so make sure you take everything you’ll need for a week.” Eddie snarks from his bedroom across the hall. Richie thinks it's sweet he doesn’t even pretend to believe Richie’s packed already.

Richie smiles to himself as he haphazardly throws things into the bag. There’s something that makes him feel domestic in that.

♥ Vent - OC Style (ft. Carter, Declan, Peyton); The door creaking has him slowly waking up. It’s not common that someone comes into his room at night but maybe it’s dad or Declan in need of something.

♥ Untitled; He lays on his back, looking up at the stars and moon

The ground is finally dry enough from all the melting snow for him to just relax It’s still partially frozen and his clothes aren’t thick enough to stop all the water from seeping into his skin Cooling it in the cold night air But it’s worth it It’s so worth it to look up at the sky and see the vast array of stars.

★ Nitis - Penultimate Chapter; “Are you sure this is the right way?” Soot’s voice echoes slightly in the metal interior.

“I think so. It’s so hard to tell…” Dart sounds unsure of himself. Fern steels herself and steps forward at the same time Ash does.

They look at each other and nod.

“Follow Ash.” Fern’s voice is soft but confident, “Dart, you follow her and then me, and Soot if—“

“Yeah! I can use my antlers if I need to.” He lets them crackle softly to enunciate his words.

“Yeah. Ok.”

Dart inhales deeply, the four of them able to breathe easily even as the smog and black smoke surrounds them and prevents them from seeing clearly. Ash stops in front of him and looks back at them, her eyes glowing a soft green in the harsh red lighting.

“She wants to know which way to go.” Soot says, tilting his head curiously. He gently nudges at Fern’s hindquarters, “Get up next to her. You’re our navigator.”

“B-But I—“

“You can do it Fern.” Dart says stepping aside. Fern lays her ears flat back against her head and steps forward on shaky legs. Ash looks at her with a small smile and nods.

“Alright, ok. Uhm…” She closes her eyes and concentrates until the loud sound of the machinery around them fades away, until she doesn’t feel the rumbling of the behemoth moving around them.

“Right. And then the next fork we go left.”

“Alright! Let’s go!” Dart says excitedly as they all run deeper into the darkness of the metal monstrosity, Soot whooping as he brings up the tail end again.

★ The Thief and the Bard - OC story (ft. Caleb and Lysander); It’s dark now and the rafters creak under his weight as his eyes take in the empty store.

He’s been stalking it all day, watching the shopkeeper, learning his habits. He’s friendly enough, if intimidating. To be expected though. He’s a bear.

As soon as the candlelight went out, the torches were doused with a soft sizzle, and the light from the fire had died down to embers, he made his move.

He genuinely couldn’t believe his luck when he saw the window left open on the second floor. Climbing his way up had been easy enough and the cloud cover had left him invisible to anyone watching.

The fox’s nose twitches as his ears swivel and he waits before swinging down onto the log floor. He winces when the wood groans softly under his feet.

♥ The one where they’re queer - Stozier (ft. Trans Stan); Richie Tozier was a rambunctious boy. But it also wasn’t unusual or hard for him to make friends. Which is how he made friends with the nice girl down the street.

Her name was Hannah Uris and she was the only girl Richie ever liked.

✘ Omega Stan - Stozier; He doesn’t like being soft

He doesn’t like being vulnerable and when he presents his status he’s really pissed about it Especially since He’s the only loser who is an omega

★ FBI Stan + Richie, Witness Protection Eddie (Steddie); He’s had to relocate this dude liketimes and ‘Eddie’ is his new name and he has no friends and Stan feels bad for him

So he says “hey, why don’t I keep you company until you’re settled in and comfortable?” And Eddie goes from 😔 to 🥺 and Stan’s like oh fuck he’s cute

★ The guy next door - Reddie (ft. Trans Eddie); When he first moves in Richie’s already intrigued by him.

He looks perpetually angry and Richie is living for it. Richie makes his move when he goes to catch a box that nearly falls from his hands, the boxes stacked too high.

✘ Barry/Soso - Dark A/B/O; “Please, i dont want this, I asked you not to when I was in heat, sTOP!”

But Barry doesn’t listen and pins his wrists to the bed, after turning him onto his stomach and making him keep his face buried in the pillows.

✘ Corruption and blasphemy? Yes - Reddie (ft. Demon!Eddie & Priest!Richie); For a demon Eddie Kaspbrak is small, he’s unassuming, petite, he thinks he even heard a human refer to him as a “twink” once when he was in a gay club and looking for a hookup to ease his bloodlust.

He doesn’t really care what they call him, he just knows when he sets his sights on someone, they become his.

Must be the greed in him.

✘ Venting via proxy; it’s hazy, his memories, and that’s ok. or, well, it’s not okay, but he prefers the haziness to the vivid memories.

at least with the lapses in his memory he can pretend nothing happened. because even if something did, he doesn’t know what it was, can’t pinpoint it, doesn’t dwell on it late at night when the demons come for him in the darkness. all shadows and long arms.

♥ Christmas but make it horror - Reddie; “Do I have to stay, Richie?” Stan whines, throwing a pillow at him from the spot on his bed.

“You do.” Richie says cheerfully, throwing a wrapped gift in his direction, “And here’s your present you whiny baby.”

Stan tears into it eagerly. He tries not to laugh when he sees the hideous thing, “Thanks, Rich.” He deadpans and Richie presses an exaggerated kiss to his temple.

“Anythin’ for you toots.”

Stan shoves him away laughing.

★ Oceans Embrace - PotC OC/Canon story; what’re ye worried about in these waters? eyes flit to the darkening sky in answer ain’t no harpies for leagues and ‘fore you mention ‘em mermaids flock t’gether in shallower waters.

aye but there's somethin’ worse than harpies, worse than mermaids even. breaths are held, and work is paused as the second mate speaks, somethin’ that's the unholy mixture of the two.

✘ Soft Reddie; Eddie always wanted to believe in unicorns. He wanted to see one one day, a pure white animal, pristine and clean that only showed itself to those who it deemed worthy and good of heart?

Yeah. Eddie wanted that.

♥ Blurb/Ficlet - Reddie; It’s after Derry, when they’re all staying for a week with Richie, ignoring their obligations so they can catch up on things they’ve missed in their time apart. And Stan has brought along Patty and she and Bev are already getting along great. Stan is obviously smitten, if the way he looks at her and just holds her hand is any indication.

✘ Barry/Richie/Milo; He isn’t sure when the turning point is. When he decides he just can’t do it anymore. But he knows it starts when he’s on stage. Seeing the spotlight and suddenly snapping back to beneath Derry, frozen in fear and tense. He vomits on stage and there’s murmurs of “oh god” and “is he okay?” from the crowd and Richie Tozier, for one of the first times in his life, sincerely apologizes.

♥ But Trust me to take you home - Reddie; It’s funny, Eddie thinks, that as things change they still always sort of stay the same.

Key:

♥ - Completed

★ - WIP/incomplete

✘ Abandoned

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