#what can i say? it gets hard to pay attention after 30 minutes or so

[erinsintra]

i like going to the movies because there's no pause button. they force you to watch the whole thing at once. whenever i watch a movie at home i split it in several sections and watch a little bit every day like they're different episodes of a show

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

[lottielov3r]

needy

summary- shauna gets needy while you cook

warnings: smut.

first fic! thank you to the anon who requested. 1000+ word count.

"babeeee, are you almost done?" shauna whines out as she wraps her arms around you from behind. you'd had been cooking for hours trying to perfect a meal for your culinary class. "give me like 30 minutes baby then you'll have all my attention, okay?" you say while you continue to vigorously stir the sauce you're making, being careful to not burn it.

shauna sits and waits at the counter for 10 minutes before getting impatient again. she jumps on the counter next to you as you cook, dipping her finger in the sauce in an effort to get your attention. "shauna! you could've burned yourself and messed up my sauce!" you yell with an angry undertone to your words as you look up at her on the counter, looking slightly irate. "i'm sorry but i've been waiting patiently and you've been ignoring me." she murmurs with a slight pout, it getting deeper when you let out a chuckle. "i'm trying to get an A my love, as tempting as you are, i need to focus." shauna frowns at the sound of your words as she jumps down from the counter, still watching your every move.

she watches how the muscles in your hand flex when you stir, how you softly groan when you mess something up, how you whine when you burn yourself with the hot grease, and how you're still not paying any attention to her. "y/n please, i can't feel like this anymore." she whispers from behind you, letting out a gasp when you quickly whip around and lift her onto the counter. "sit here and look pretty until i'm done. if you can't wait then go take care of yourself honey, i'm almost done." you press a soft kiss to her lips before turning back around to the dish, leaving her wanting more.

shauna rubs her thighs together slightly as she waits for you finish cooking, whining louder the longer you take. her eyes light up as you finally plate the dish before turning to her with a fork in your hand. she happily grabs the fork gently and brings the food up to her mouth but she pouts when you take the fork back to try the food yourself, sauce being left on the side of your mouth. she stares at your lips as she brings her thumb up to the corner of your mouth to wipe the sauce off before bringing her thumb to her own, moaning slightly when it finally touches her tongue, speaking up after swallowing. "this is really good babe, i can see why you worked so hard on it." she says as she gets down from the counter and wraps her arms around your neck letting one hand softly caress your face.

"it would've been better if i didn't have a distraction." you chuckle out as you lean your head into her neck, kissing it softly. she gasps softly when you kiss her neck, letting out a choked moan when you start to bite down slightly. "you've been so needy baby, just let me take care of you now." you say as you lift her back onto the counter, kissing her lips before making your way down to her neck again and sucking roughly.

she leans her head back to give you better access and bucks her hips, silently begging you to take care of her. you pull away from her neck, lips swollen, admiring how she looks with your markings on her. "so pretty.." you murmur as you softly run your fingers over the dark hickeys you left on her pale skin, smiling when you notice how her deep brown eyes are silently begging. you decide to give her what she wants and slowly spread her thighs, looking up at her when you notice a wet patch already showing through her shorts. "you're pretty worked up my love, i'm sorry i made you wait so long. do you wanna go up to the bedroom?" she quickly shakes her head, not trusting her mouth, she wants you now. "just..please." she whispers out as she tries to roll her hips against your hand. she whimpers when you pull her closer to the edge of the counter, caressing her milky thighs. you pull her shorts down and gawk at how wet she truly is, just for you. you smile when she bucks her hips again, you know she's desperate but you needed to establish patience. after all, you've had it for her ever since you started cooking. you shush her as you pull her underwear down her legs, her slickness creating a sticky resistance to your efforts. you kneel down and press a kiss to her throbbing clit before licking a long stripe up her slit, the guttural moan you receive in return is like music to your ears. "don't tease me please, i need you so bad right now." you look up at her while sucking on her clit, knowing the eye contact will drive her crazy. she moans as she starts to roll her hips, humping your face sporadically.

she spreads her legs automatically when she feels your hand moving up her thigh and to her core. you tease her entrance with your fingers and let out a moan when you feel just how easy it was going to be to fuck her. you shove two fingers inside of her as you continue to abuse her clit, hitting the spots that you know so well.

"m-more i need more." she chokes out as you start to pick up the pace, the sounds of you fucking her making her eyes roll back. you look up at her and press a kiss to her clit before speaking up, "i think you can handle three honey, just be a good girl and relax for me. stop me if it's too much." her eyes widen and her lips part as her head leans back, she lets out a long moan at the thought of you pushing her limits. she nods her head quickly and scoots closer to your hand.

you slowly insert a third finger, stilling at the pained moan she lets out before kissing her thigh and gently moving your hand. you watch her face contort from pain to pleasure as you start to pump your fingers faster and bring your mouth back to her puffy clit. you feel her clench around you, her hips stutter as they rise to meet yours hand, and you know shes close. you use your thumb to rub her clit and you bring your lips up to hers, pouting when she can't kiss back from moaning and whining. "i love you shauna, you're doing so good my love." shauna lets out a animalistic moan at your words, clenching around you harder. you pick up the pace and kiss her neck while whispering sweet nothings to her, trying to push her to the edge. she moans your name as her legs start to shake slightly before stilling and letting out a choked cry.

you help her come down from her orgasm as you kiss her forehead softly. "good job baby, you did so good." she moans again at your words before hissing and moving away from your hand. "too much?" you say as you bring your hand to your mouth and suck her off of your fingers. "mhm but thank you baby." she grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss before smiling and speaking.

"your food got cold."

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i hope you enjoy it anon! kinda wish my first fic wasn't smut and it honestly sucks BUT if you have any other requests pls send them!

[mncein]

love your writing! will it be okay to request some ot5 (or a specific member, whoever you want) being a jealous dork for reader?

this made my day :(( and yes of course !! i will be doing 2 members from each ot5 member group which i think will fit in being a jealous dork. thank you for this request anon, enjoy !!

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LE SSERAFIM —

— YUNJIN

the type of girl to roll her eyes at everything you do or say. but is listening intently if you ever mention her name 😭 coming up to you with a fake sweet smile but deep inside she has a burning jealousy building up. you brought her with you to meet up with some of your classmates which are also your close friends. but before you two could go to the meet up place, she asked for coffee. and the cashier was absolutely fazed by your beauty. and uh oh...

— you ordered your usual and yunjin's coffee matcha latte, "that'll be all, thank you." you smiled and payed for your orders. yunjin noticed something though. the cashier was staring right into your eyes.

"you look so pretty ma'am." the cashier smiled.

"aww, thank yo-"

"i know right? i'm so lucky i have her as my girlfriend." yunjin cuts you off, took both of your orders and dragged you outside the coffee shop.

"hey- she was just being nice." you removed her hand on your arm, she furrows her eyebrows at you, were you that oblivious?

"she was flirting with you, i had to do what i have to." yunjin smiles and takes a sip of her drink. holding your hand and walks to where the meet up place was.

"come on, your friends are waiting." but that doesn't end there.

she told almost everything about your relationship to your friends! it was fine at first, but she was telling all the times where you made her jealous and the reason why! you plead her to stop because it was very embarrassing, but she turned into a deaf ear and continues talking about it.

— CHAEWON

extremely jealous when she found out you've been gone to go play some games with your sakura-unnie 😭 the worst when jealous, like when you try to talk to her about what's wrong, she just *smack* you on the arm just as hard enough to leave a small red mark :( poor girl felt so lonely inside her room, waiting for you to be done playing games and come cuddle with her :(

— "chae, come on, i'm here now." you whined when she pushed you away, you've been trying to hug and cuddle with her for the past few minutes, but it's no good.

"stay away from me, jerk." she's calling you a jerk while she's been more than a jerk to you, but can she really refuse to your warm hugs and cuddles? of course not! she just has to tease you a bit.

you gave up, standing away fron her bed and crossing your arms, "says the one who's acting like a real jerk now." you roll your eyes as you prepared to leave.

"where are you going?" she asks immediately, just once your presence is gone again, she's gonna go feral and spam you messages.

you turn back to her, "back to sakura-unnie to play more games, not like you will."

"i will play games with you, you just have to ask me to join you." she pouted and stood beside you. taking your hand and leading you outside her room to the living room where all the girls are. you sigh, at least she can be by your side now.

ITZY —

— YUNA

using her maknae advantages! when she sees you around her unnies, she gets so clingy with them and purposely trying to get you jealous for revenge. isn't actually good at it, but she's the one getting more and more jealous when you talk casually with her unnies as if she wasn't even there 😭

— after all of the chaotic happenings in the living room, you found yourself alone with yuna in her bedroom. she's on her phone and ignoring you straight for 30 minutes now.

"hello?" you wave your hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention. successful, she puts her phone down.

"mind explaining what you planned earlier?" yuna crosses her arms.

"what do you mean, 'explain what i planned'?"

"were you flirting with my unnies?"

"actually, you're the one who started it. and it didn't really affect me. so why when i flirt with them, you get so jealous?" she went silent, not having anymore reasons and comebacks. she groans and turns off the light and ignores you to bed.

— RYUJIN

master of being a jealous dork actually. her jealousy immediately backfired! you spent time with the group, but specifically yuna, at the park today. ryujin couldn't help but get jealous at the sight of you making yuna laugh effortlessly, but when you're joking with ryujin, she doesn't even laugh but tell your jokes aren't funny :(

— seeing you with yuna, she sticks to yeji quickly and linking arms with her. eyeing you time to time to see if you noticed or had a reaction. but still no good! you're still with yuna, picking some flowers of your liking.

"this flower reminds me of you." you say to yuna when you pick the flower up and put it on the side of her ear. complimenting that she looked beautiful, ryujin copies what you did to yeji.

"amazing job ryujin, i hope you did your very best to make me jealous." you put your arms on your chest.

"glad it worked." she smugly smiles and copies your pose.

"but you're still the one who got jealous first." you laugh.

"but you're the one who couldn't stand me with someone else." ryujin smiles and flipped her hair.

"ugh, whatever. dork."

NEW JEANS —

— HANNI

not only jealous, but practically mad at you 😭 lets out her anger to the members or at you, but not really violently but verbally. once you know she's jealous, you're swift in taking action and dragging her to your room or hers. sighing, you have to talk your way out of this problem.

— "hyein, stop being so loud." hanni sighs and sits more comfortably on the couch as if her previous position was making her legs cramp.

"don't mind her, just keep doing your thing." you pat the younger girl's shoulder, whom gave you a soft smile.

"and you too, shut up." hanni points at you, what did you do this time? is it bad to comfort someone who was told they were loud? she's really so hard to get with when she's jealous.

you stood up from your seat, excusing yourself between haerin and danielle. dragging hanni to her room to apologise for whatever you did and didn't notice.

and you found yourself with a red slap mark on your arm that lasted hours in that day. and you're still unforgiven.

— MINJI

close to being cruel, loves when you're the one jealous. dork? yes, she'll probably do what you did to make her jealous, but hers is intentionally. doesn't give you time to explain and walks off right there, could be planning her revenge inside the kitchen or her room 😭 her plan includes hanni and haerin! literally convinced the two girls who were eating their dinner peacefully.

— minji sat in between hanni and haerin on the sofa while a movie was playing on the tv. apparently, she has this, whole plan, to make you the one jealous once you get back to their dorm.

"what's taking y/n so long?" hanni asks, shifting from her position a bit.

"most likely had a hard time finding the thing i asked her to get." minji replies as she checks her phone for messages from you.

"you're so cruel sometimes." haerin spoke while her eyes are fixed on the tv.

"it's because she made me jealous-" the door opening cuts off minji. she motions the two to lay their heads on her shoulder while they pretend to watch the movie.

"hey, i got the thing you ask for-" immediately shutting your mouth when you saw the scene in front of you. hanni and haerin lifted their heads from minji's shoulder and giggles, the two leaving the room while muttering a small good luck to minji.

"well done minji. don't even think about talking to me again, thank you very much." she's in big trouble.

[vesora]

is it a real problem or are you trapped in your mind?

this one goes to my anxious girlies

the past few weeks I've been extremely trapped in my mind, ruminating whether someone would backstab me or whether a friend would leave me and of course there is no evidence of that in real life, it's all in mind. that being said, deep down i know that nothing would happen and im sure deep down you all know as well that nothing would happen. but the what ifs are so strong that you can't handle yourself practising the law.

this doesn't mean you can't manifest during this time, we always manifest, just now you can consciously manifest things you want. e.g. I wanted a psychic message from someone and I received it; I got money when I needed it; I never wait for public transport even if the app shows that it is coming in like 30 minutes (because we don't pay attention to 3d). I've noticed my anxious and extremely intrusive thoughts never manifest, especially after learning the law so I don't want you to be scared of your own mind. You, as the supreme being and consciousness ARE your mind but your mind is not you. In the grand scheme of things, the mind is unreal so what would the "3d" listen to? Some jumble of anxious fearful thoughts that do not exist except from when you aware of it or the command of God themselves?

all in your (unreal) mind:

don't punish yourself, stop harming yourself by trapping yourselves in your mind. simply drop the thought. if you find that hard, you can work on it by eliminating the possibilities but from experience, that still never makes the fear go away. the fear is so primal, so noticeable that the only way it feels it can go away for me is if I end everything and thats not good right? why would God be a victim to her character's thoughts? Why wouldn't God just change the garment?

The hardest thing is to just ACCEPT. "Just accept you have it" was the hardest thing for me to apply because soras entire life was just finding every possible solution for the worst case scenario in case people hurt her or I am seen in a way that doesn't represent her (aka being misunderstood). See how i am using her and sora to describe things I experienced? It's because I have the POWER to completely eradicate any trauma or any pain by just choosing to adorn myself in another state. I am not sora but sora is me, therefore I have control over soras experiences. You are not a victim to your circumstance, when you find the law you have the power to create your own life, you create new circumstances by adopting a new version of yourself. You are in control no matter what the unreal mind says.

breathe in, breathe out:

Excuse my language but honestly fuck the mind???? It only knows what it has learned from its surroundings and you are above the surroundings so why would you listen to such a limited thing?

Do you think if you dismiss the thoughts you won't be prepared for what you think is about to come? Do you feel you constantly have to be on defense mode protecting yourself either from physical or emotional harm?

I understand, I was the same way and sometimes I still revert back to it. However the thing is, who is creating whats about to come? YOU ARE! Don't you get it? Nothing can happen without your consent (once you accept your power of course). You are not a victim to circumstances. You are never the receiver, you are always the creator. Bask yourself in lovely states with lovely thoughts. It is okay if you do not believe it or if your body is resisting it, just please persevere. We can't let anxiety win. What is anxiety to a God?

our negative beliefs falling after we disown them:

Read this by Edward Art

[drewsbuzzcut]

All Treats For The Barzals

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: alludes to sex

“Mommy! I want to go to this house please!!” Nolan shouts, already on his second sugar high.

It’s about 9 pm, on your final lap for trick or treating with Mat, you, and the kids. This year’s family costumes are Marvel superheroes. You’re dressed as black widow, a tight black suit, red hair and all. Mat is captain america, Nolan is Ironman, Angel is spiderman, and Sloane is spider-gwen, even though nobody will necessarily see her costume as she’s bundled up in her stroller. Angel passed about 30 minutes ago, also in the stroller.

“Are you sure you want to go in, it looks pretty scary,” Mat says to Nolan, adjusting him in his arms and wiping some of the sweat off Nolan’s forehead.

“Daddy, I’m so brave. Remember you tell me when I was scared of the monster under my bed,” Nolan rambles, hands on both of Mat’s cheeks to make sure he’s paying attention.

“You’re right, you are brave. Do you want me or mommy to take you?”

“Mommy’s turn!” You hand the stroller over to Mat, and take Nolan out of his arms.

The chills spreading over your body disappear when your husband’s hand lands on the small of your back. Even through the latex of your costume, you can feel his warmth.

“Make sure my little spiders stay warm, cap,” you whisper, sultry and softly, kissing his lips before you walk off with Nolan.

Mat lets out a deep sigh, hoping his hard on isn’t noticeable through his costume. He knew he was going to struggle the very first time you showed him your costume.

Angel’s cries break him out of his mental images of you spread out on your bed after he rips that costume off of you.

“Daddy, they had full size candy!” Nolan cheers once you both are back with Mat.

“He got really excited, almost ran himself into the side of the house,” you giggle.

“Wow, buddy, that’s so awesome. Are you going to share it with daddy?” Mat plays around, earning a small grimace from his mini me.

“Mommy said no candy for daddy,” Nolan states, holding or hiding behind your leg.

“Eh, did she? I guess I will have to have a conversation with her then,” Mat looks at you with a playful glare, making you smirk.

“What’s wrong with my little man,” you turn your attention to AJ, who’s cuddled up against Mat’s chest.

“He’s tired and cold.” You reach out to smooth your baby’s hair out, pressing a kiss to his head.

“I guess it’s time to go, sorry Nolie. It’s late, we have to get you all to bed,” you softly say to your oldest.

He looks up at you with that familiar Barzal pout, but you know that soon he’ll be the one cranky and tired.

“Sorry, my love. We have to go, c’mon, I’ll carry you the whole way,” he immediately leaps into your arms and settles against your body. He’d be out in no time.

“So, no candy for daddy, eh?” Mat comes up behind you, hands resting low on your hips.

You turn around, shushing him as you just put Sloane down in her crib. She’s sound asleep and you don’t need her daddy waking her up, especially because you still had to get ready for the team’s Halloween party.

It’s when you turn around that he finally notices that your costume is unzipped and hanging at your waist. Your chest is completely bare as you just got done breastfeeding your baby girl.

“You can have something sweet, just not candy,” you mutter, tossing your arms around his shoulders and kissing up his neck.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” he lets out a low guttural moan and you quiet him by pressing your lips to his.

You back him out of Sloane’s nursery and into your bedroom across the hall.

“I’m not teasing,” you say.

“We have to do our costume change and greet the babysitter,” he warns.

“30 minutes is all we need. As for being on time to the party, we can be a little late,” you say, simply taking off your costume and laying out on your bed.

a/n: This was rushed and I don’t necessarily like it, but I do hope y’all enjoy it!

[littleredwing89]

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 1

PRINCE OF GOTHAM

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. 

A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Some other characters are changed too, hopefully you’ll enjoy the cameos etc. I’ve tweaked parts of the story here and there so it suits better. I hope you all enjoy xoxo much love. Let me know if you want a tag list / to be on the tag list.

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Roy lounged back in his leather office chair and smirked as Jason sauntered in without knocking. “And what do I owe this displeasure?”.

“Just wanted to see how things were going, you know, it is my company after all”, Jason glanced around the office. Roy liked to keep things minimal, although the addition of the little cactus was new. An almost feminine touch. He made a note to question him about that later. He’d never known Harper to take an interest in plants before.

As the office door closed behind him, arguing erupted outside, barely concealed by the walls. He raised his eyebrow and looked through the window seeing a short, stumpy man in a suit become red and blotchy in the face.

“I don’t know why we still pay that moron”, Roy grunted and waved his hand to the disagreement outside. The stubby man, Eric, was tugging at his tie as a more feminine voice dressed him down confidently.

“I can have HR carry out a performance review if you’d like”.

Jason glanced out between the blinds and saw you storm around one of the desks, straight into his vision, hands flying violently as you spoke. He swallowed as his eyes followed you; a tight fitting grey pencil skirt paired with a wine silk blouse. He raised an eyebrow in interest. Your hair was pinned up in a messy bun, strands falling down to frame your petite face. Lips painted a deep shape of rouge. You laughed venomously before pointing to one of the free standing boards, a colourful diagram adorning it. Eric shook his head and turned away, only infuriating you more. Jason smirked, enjoying the little show.

“She’s been here 5 minutes…down boy”, Roy chuckled and grabbed something from his printer. Scrawling his signature across the bottom.

“You say that like you'd wait even 30 seconds”, Jason scoffed, a little embarrassed and slightly impressed at how well Roy could read him.

Roy looked up from the papers and grinned, “I give at least 3 to 5 working days as a courtesy before I pounce”.

Jason felt his stomach churn at the thought. He spun around quicker than he would have liked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh...so you’ve tried then?”.

“What’s it to you if I have?”, Roy grinned, noticing Jason’s reaction.

“I want to see if she has taste”, Jason quipped and turned his attention back to the escalating discussion outside. Hoping to hide the pink tinting his cheeks. You’d now dragged the whiteboard across to Eric, jabbing at one of the PowerPoint slides before rubbing your temples in frustration.

Roy scoffed to hide the laughter before getting out of his seat strolling across to Jason to hand him the signed papers, “You know, she’s the woman that saved you 500 grand last week”.

Jason frowned upon taking the paperwork from Roy, “I don't remember hearing about it”.

The white haired man shrugged to the shouting, “Take a wild guess why, Todd”.

“He played it as his own victory?”, Jason’s gaze fell back to you. Eric was crossing over your work on the board with an ugly red marker, sneering at you. Jason felt his temper surge at the blatant disregard for your hard work and effort. His brow creased at the unfamiliar emotions swimming in the back of his mind.

Roy slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, a dark grin on his lips, “Oh! So you do have a brain”.

Jason rolled his eyes, rolling his broad shoulders, “Contrary to popular belief, yes I do”.

Roy laughed deeply as he watched you with Jason through the window, your irritation bubbling over as you repeatedly jabbed your pen to the graphs on the board, voice becoming louder with every word, “She’s a real pistol”.

“I can see”, Jason hummed appreciatively as you stalked off towards the coffee room, the skirt pulling tight against you, highlighting the curve of your ass perfectly. 

Eric looked flustered as the rest of the staff in the room stared at him following the heated exchange. He shouted something to them, causing them all to bow their heads behind their computer screens. Roy grumbled something under his breath Jason couldn’t make out. Eric turned towards Roy’s office and stiffened when he saw both men watching him. Jason smirked at him, giving a subtle wave before turning to Roy, “You know what, I will send HR down this week to investigate”.

***

You checked yourself in the mirror of the elevator again, nerves making your stomach somersault. The dress had been an extravagant splurge but the moment you laid your eyes on it, you knew you had to have it. It was a floor length, backless crimson dress with a daring thigh split. You ran your hands down the front of the fabric, the satin soothing your clammy palms.

Your hair was curled loosely and draped down your bare shoulders, lips a dark red to match your dress. Briefly, you hoped, you hadn’t gone overboard with your outfit. The invitation had said ‘formal wear’. The elevator dinged and before you could think too much, the doors slid open revealing you to the party. You heard someone gasp in the distance and that’s when the entire room turned to your direction.

You were used to people staring at you in the office because of your fiery attitude but this was different. You felt your skin prickle. An odd sensation driving through your nerves. Everyone had paused to stare at you as you stepped into the room. The music faded in the back of your mind, replaced by the hammering of your heart. You straightened yourself and strode into the room with all the false confidence you could muster.

His eyes. Jason. You could feel them burning more than anyone else’s. He’d stopped mid sentence when you entered the room, cigarette left smoking in his hand. He was surrounded by his executive team, including your area manager, Mr Harper. Whilst you felt heat spreading across your cheeks, you felt somewhat pleased you’d stunned your loud mouthed CEO into silence. Roy had slapped Jason on the back, a dark smirk on his face drawing his attention away from you. He glared at Roy before taking a long drag from his cigarette, continuing with his conversation as though nothing had happened. The group of suited men dissolved into barks of laughter.

You needed a large drink. Preferably a strong one too if you wanted to last the night. You headed straight towards the bar, as fast as your towering heels would allow.

———

Jason patted one of the executives on the shoulder, making his excuses before striding across to you as you leaned against the bar, your bare back on full display. He swallowed thickly, you looked majestic under the glittering fairy lights draped around the room.

He settled next to you at the bar, clearing his throat before speaking, the deep timber of his voice rattled your core, “I think...I've seen your face before”.

You rolled your eyes at the terrible opening line before turning to face him. The black suit fitted him perfectly, showcasing his broad shoulders, his blood red tie knotted tightly against the collar of his crisp white shirt.

“Probably during one of your lonely nights over a bottle of chardonnay”, you lazily waved your hand at him.

Jason smirked at your attitude and laughed, “You think I’m chatting you up princess?”.

You pursed your lips together, nodding, “It certainly sounded that way to me and I really don’t know what else you would do after swaggering away from that crowd just to talk to lil’ old me”.

“I simply had to talk to the woman who stunned the room into silence”, his smooth voice sent shivers over your skin, oozing charm. You imagined it worked on every woman he encountered. It almost worked on you.

“Very smooth Mr Todd”, you teased and tried to wave the bartender down with no luck. You sighed and cursed under your breath.

Jason clicked his fingers, drawing the attention of the waiter immediately, “Two large glasses of Malbec please”, he winked at you when the bartender reached to the top shelf of liquor, “I know who you are”, Jason gave you a devilish smile, “You’re the 500 grand woman”.

“Y/N”, you winked and wiggled your finger at him in a joking fashion. The grin on your face widened when the wine was set down in front of you both. The rich, spicy smell drifted up your nose.

You dug your hand into your purse but Jason shook his head, “It’s on me”.

“Oh”, you clicked your tongue playfully, “You’re too kind”, you smirked at him.

Jason wouldn’t admit it, but he knew exactly who you were. He hadn’t been able to get you out of his mind since he laid his eyes on you last month. Your spitfire attitude had spread through the office and you’d made quite a name for yourself. Cutting impressive deals and smart talking anyone who tried to shoot you down. The only thing Jason had lacked was an opportunity to talk to you.

He held up his glass of whiskey and looked down at you, his dark eyes sweeping over your face, “A toast”, he leaned down towards you, his hot breath fanned across your cheek, “To Y/N”, his voice dipped lower, a gravelly rasp, “The most beautiful, enticing woman in the room”.

“You forgot to add smart”, your voice sounded more breathy than you intended, giving Jason an idea of the effect he was having over you.

He winked, “The most beautiful, enticing, smart mouthed woman in the room”.

“To me”.

You clinked your glass with his before bringing it to your lips, taking a long sip. The alcohol burnt your throat in the best way, the deep red of your lipstick staining the rim of the glass. Jason couldn’t help but stare at the smudge, wondering if it would stain as nicely on his skin.

Downing the drink in one, Jason placed the glass on the bar, the bartender rushed over quickly, leaving the bottle of red wine next to Jason before scurrying off. Your tongue darting across your lips, savouring the taste of the luxurious drink.

Jason watched you closely, you felt alive under his burning stare, “I hope you’re enjoying working for The Iceberg Lounge”.

“Of course, Sir”.

He swallowed the growl threatening to escape his lips. The way you said it. The way your lips wrapped around the word Sir, how easily it rolled off your tongue. He took a deep breath. You riled him up with little to no effort.

You glanced around the gala, almost everyone from The Iceberg had turned up. Hundreds of people were braying in the room. Dancing, drinking, laughing and screeching. The music thudded in the background, the bass thrumming through your body. You had to hand it to Jason, he certainly knew how to host a company party. Well a man in charge of a chain of bars should really.

Jason gripped the bottle of wine swiftly, “It's getting rather lively in here princess, fancy a drink and a smoke on the balcony?”.

You nodded, grabbing your clutch from the bar. You sashayed through the crowd easily, Jason following close behind you. Slinking through the throes of people, you smirked to yourself. You were playing with fire but, you had to admit, you liked the heat that came with it.

———

When you stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night breeze whipped around your body, nipping the bare skin on show. You shuddered slightly, looking up at the night sky. You were high enough that you could finally see the stars. They twinkled innocently, making you smile to yourself.

Jason placed the bottle of red on a nearby table, looking across at you. You looked even more stunning under the midnight stars. He coughed deeply, working his way across to the railing you were leaning against, “I’m surprised that you came alone, I find it hard to believe you struggled to get a date”.

You turned to him, your chandelier earrings dangling in the breeze, they captured the starlight and flickered elegantly, “I like coming to these things alone”, you mused, a coy smirk on your painted lips, “I like to see who else has come alone”.

“Oh”, he inched closer, the soft brush of his suit jacket against your bare arm made you flush, “So you’re on the lookout?”.

“Maybe”, your fingers wrapped around the metal bar and you looked over the edge. The bustle of Gotham City never ceased to amaze you, even at this height. And there you were, gazing at it with its unofficial Prince standing next to you.

Jason grinned, letting a cool finger stroke down your upper arm, “I might be able to help with that”.

You smirked, looking up catching his heated stare, “Are you going to introduce me to one of your rich friends?”.

“Trust me princess, they’re not your type”, he scoffed, his eyes tracing down the neckline of your dress, mapping every inch of your tantalising skin. He noticed a faint sparkle of glitter on your skin, along with a subtle scent of vanilla invading his senses.

Moving away from the balcony edge, you stepped into his space, fingers grasping the end of his tie, playing with it gently, “And what is my type?”.

Jason felt an unmatched desire burning in his gut when your hands toyed with his tie. He took a deep breath before cornering you into the balcony railing. His eyes were hooded with lust, “I know exactly what it is”.

The bitter metal pressed into your lower back and you bit back the moan creeping up your throat, desperate to escape. You snaked your hand up his solid chest and straightened out his shirt collar, “Well don't keep me in suspense, Sir”.

It was taking all of his self restraint not to bend you over the balcony and rail you from behind, especially when you kept calling him Sir. His hands gripped the balcony bar behind you, knuckles white from the force. Jason smirked, his voice dropping several octaves, “I can show you instead princess”.

The heat from his body was addictive and you leaned into it without thinking, breath catching in your throat. His aftershave was intoxicating and you felt your mind spinning. Jason pulled back suddenly and offered you his hand.

You slipped your hand into his and bit your plump bottom lip, “People are going to see us leaving together”.

“So?”, Jason shrugged, “Then they know we're going to have some fun, aren't we princess?”.

You shivered, letting his words drip over you. Oh the night was yet to begin and your heart was thrumming with excitement. You secured your fingers through his and started to pull him back inside so you could both leave.

“Of course Sir”.

The second you were back inside, Jason’s free hand wound around your waist, guiding you towards the elevators. He leaned down, hot breath fanning down your sensitive neck, “Yours or mine?”.

You pressed the down button on the lift pad a little more enthusiastically than you would have liked. You felt him smirk behind you, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Mine”, you whispered before slipping into the cart when the doors sprung open.

———

The taxi ride back to your apartment was filled with subtle touches and increasing tension. You’d expected Jason to pounce on you the second you slid into the backseat but he didn’t, simply keeping one arm around your shoulder, the other resting on your exposed knee drawing feather light circles.

“Keep the change”, Jason muttered, shoving a wad of cash through the divider before helping you out of the car.

His hand pressed into your lower back, rough fingers scraping against your soft skin. You shuddered, excited to feel his touch exploring the rest of your body. You led him through the marble floored lobby and up a flight of stairs, stopping outside of your door to retrieve your keys from your clutch.

His lips pressed into the junction of your neck, tongue lapping over your skin which flushed rapidly under his touch, “Hurry up princess”. You felt Jason’s hand stroke up the front of your dress, palming your breast greedily before pinching your nipple.

You gasped at the rush of sensations, almost dropping your keys. The overload of his touches made you shudder and your eyes close, head dipping forward.

“Unless you want me to fuck you out here for everyone to see, I suggest you get that door open”, he growled, lips teasing the shell of your ear. His cock was straining against his suit trousers as he brushed it against your ass, groaning quietly.

Steadying your hands and your frayed mind, you slotted the key into your door, opening it as quickly as possible. Before you had any time to think, Jason crushed you against it, slamming it shut, his lips plastered to yours in a frenzied heat.

You moaned, the noise swallowed by his mouth as his tongue glided along yours. He could still taste the wine on your lips, mingling with your own sweet flavour. You dropped your bag and ran your hands up his chest, reaching his tie. Tugging it hard, you loosened it, enough to free him of it and start unbuttoning his shirt.

Jason smirked and sunk his teeth into your bottom lip, enjoying the gasp of pleasure you released. You looked into his darkened gaze, giving him a sweet innocent smile before pushing him back against the hallway wall. His eyebrows lifted in surprise but he allowed you control, stroking the pads of his fingers up and down your spine.

With the last button popped open, your nails dragged down to his belt, unfastening it slowly, licking your lips.

“I bet this is what you thought about didn’t you?”, you teased, unzipping his trousers and pushing them down, slowly, “Me on my knees for you, swallowing your thick cock”.

You palmed him through his boxers, watching his face twist with held back desire. Your lips curved and you dropped to your knees, eye level with his hard shaft.

Jason groaned quietly, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping tighter when your lips ghosted over the outline of his throbbing cock.

“Princess”, he warned huskily, voice laced heavy with lust.

The stings of pain as he pulled your hair shot down to your core, lighting up all of your nerves. You mewled and mouthed his tip, “I thought about it too…Sir”.

His hips rutted towards your face at your words and you grinned. You pulled his boxers down slowly, watching as his cock sprung free, slapping against his rippled abs. Your mouth watered at the sight, aching for him to sink into both your throat and pussy.

You nipped along his thick, muscled thighs, your lipstick smearing as you neared his pulsing length. He tensed with each bite and growled loudly, cock twitching with excitement.

“Princess if you keep-”, the words died in his throat when the wet heat of your mouth encased his cock in one swift motion. His head flung back, eyes scrunched shut at the feeling.

You purred around his shaft, tongue fluttering along the underside, tracing the vein there. Your hands stroked up and down his thighs as you worked your lips around him. Bobbing your head back and forth.

Each time you whined around him, the vibrations buzzed up his spine, sending his mind into a delirious haze of pleasure.

“Fuck!”, he grunted and fisted his hands into your hair, thrusting forward into your hot mouth.

The head of his cock nudged the back of your throat and you gagged around his cock, whimpering with desire. He caught his breath and looked down at you, eyes black with passion.

“Your lips look perfect wrapped around my big cock”, he smirked and thrust harder into your mouth, the wet, sinful sounds echoing in the hallway of your apartment.

Your pussy was soaked and each time you shuffled, the lace of your thong rubbed against your clit. The sensation made your skin flush but it wasn’t enough. You needed him.

Jason sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you swallow his cock. Your once perfect lipstick was smudged all over your mouth. Some stained his length. He groaned as you pulled back, tracing your tongue over the slit of his tip, hands kneading his inner thighs perfectly.

“Sir-please…”, your voice was raw as you spoke, wide eyes searching his, “I want you”.

He let his thumb run over your bottom lip, enjoying the way your lips wrapped around it without second thought, sucking softly. Jason dipped it down your chin before hooking it underneath, “Come here”.

You stood slowly, adjusting the strap of your dress which had fallen down your arm. Jason bracketed your hips and lifted you easily, letting your toned legs wrap around his waist. His lips moulded to yours, kissing you deeply. He could faintly taste himself on your tongue, the bitter arousal sparking through his body.

———

He carried you with ease through your apartment, occasionally banging into things along the way.

“Second d-door”, you moaned loudly when he bit your shoulder, “on the-the right”.

When you finally made it into your bedroom, after several stops along the way with Jason shoving you into the nearest wall, he dropped you down onto the bed.

You inched up the bedding slowly, watching him with hooded eyes as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. You made no show of hiding how much you admired his finely sculpted body. You licked your lips as his muscles flexed when he knelt onto the bed, grabbing one of your ankles.

“You’re wearing too many clothes”, he complained as his fingers travelled up your bare leg before finally reaching the hem of the dress.

“What are you going to do-”, the tear of fabric was loud in the room, Jason’s face was knitted with desire.

“Jason!!”, you scolded loudly as he continued to rip the flimsy material off your body, leaving you bare beneath him in a skimpy lace thong. You watched as he threw the offending material to the floor, his predatory gaze turning back to you.

“Get on your knees”, he commanded, ignoring your protests about your once beautiful dress, “Now”.

You wanted to argue, but the twisting coil in the pit of your stomach made you comply readily. You saw his pleased smirk before you rested your head against your forearms, pressing your ass and core to him.

He whistled appreciatively, slapping his hand over one of your cheeks. You moaned wantonly, muffling your cries into the flesh of your arm.

“Don’t you dare”, he growled and spanked you harder, your skin becoming hot and prickly, “I want to hear every sound you make”.

The thong you had on framed your ass perfectly, barely covering your glistening pussy. He smoothed two fingers through your silken core, sinking them into you slowly. Jason grunted when your walls tried to pull him further.

He removed his hand and spread your wetness along the back of your thigh, pushing your thong to the side. You whined in protest at the loss of sensation and pushed back. Jason gripped your hips tightly, halting your movement, “Tell me what you want princess”.

Heat crept over your flushed skin as he teased you, the tip of his cock sweeping through your sopping folds. You ignored his question and circled your hips, mewling his name.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back forcefully, teeth grazing the sensitive spot on your neck, “I said, tell me what you want”.

“Your cock”, your moans were depraved as you felt the overload of euphoria thrumming through your veins, “I want you to fuck me”.

Jason kissed the spot behind your ear, sucking a mark there before muttering, “Where are your manners princess?”.

You dug your nails into the sheets below in frustration before panting desperately, “Please Sir, please fuck me”.

He chuckled darkly behind you, tugging your hair again, before sinking his cock into your pussy fully. You cried out at the delicious sting as he stretched your walls with his thick girth.

Jason gave you no time to adjust before slamming his hips back into yours harshly, keeping your hair wound around his fist as he thrust into you.

The air was filled with the sounds of your debauched moans and his skin slapping into yours. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your first orgasm hit you without any warning.

Jason cursed behind you as your velvet walls spasmed around his cock, pulling him deeper. His thrusts became shallow as he drove harder into you, working you through your climax.

Changing the angle of his thrusts, the head of his shaft slammed against your g spot repeatedly as he ploughed faster into your pussy. You sobbed his name into the bed sheets, gripping them tightly. You were certain your nails were going to rip through the fabric.

“That’s it princess”, he coaxed, tugging your hair back, “I know you’ve got another one for me”. He snaked his hand around your front, rubbing over your clit furiously.

“Jason!”, you cried his name loudly, vision going blank as he fucked you into another powerful climax. You felt his cock throbbing inside you as he fell into his own release, emptying himself in your tight core.

“Fuck!”, he rasped, releasing your hair and holding onto your hips as his thrusts slowed down to a complete still.

Pulling out of you, he groaned under his breath as he saw some of his seed drip down your folds. You collapsed down onto the bed, flat on your front, fighting to catch your breath. Jason dropped down next to you, relaxing on his back, his own chest heaving with deep pants.

You hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. If ever. With the last of your energy, you rolled onto your side, a sly grin on your face, “Got time for another?”. Your fingers stroked down the grooves of his abs, following the dark trail of hair.

Jason grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, nipping at the pulse on your wrist, “Definitely”.

He pulled you on top of him, his hands moving up to cup your breasts as your lips danced together again, drinking in each other. You knew he would only be here for the night but, you’d be damned if you weren’t going to make the most of it.

***

[skellyflowers]

Tour Bus Cuddles

Masterlist

Phantom x reader 

The European leg of the tour has been going fantastic so far. I was excited to be on the road and get the opportunity to travel around. However no one mentioned how hard being a Tour Manager Assistant would be! 

When Phantom dragged me into Brother Kevin’s office to nominate me as the new assistant I thought he was being a clingy boyfriend. He told me that he would miss me. I would miss him too. I was going to work on a schedule for us to still be able to still talk while he was gone. I wasn't expecting this. When Phantom first mentioned Kevin needing an assistant it was during our pillow talk so I didn’t take him too seriously.

I was surprised that Kevin made me his new tour assistant, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was because of how hard headed Phantom is. Kevin has me in charge of checking in the band at any hotel we stay at, ensuring the Green room has what the ghouls need and running last minute errands. 

However this show is in the biggest arena so far. So I have to cover way more ground than before helping the ghouls and completing my pre-show checklist. And to make things more complex two of the main stage speakers have been damaged. Lucky us the crew as backup speakers, they are not as loud but they are just as good. Unfortunately for me that means I need to help load the new speakers off the crew truck and bring them half a mile from the parking lot to the arena. 

When it is time for a sound check I can’t feel my arms and can barely pay attention to what the merch team is telling me. It doesn’t help that Phantom likes to keep me up after shows and work out his leftover adrenaline. I love him and we always have a great time together but it is going to be hard to do my job if I can’t feel both my arms and legs.

I’m in the Green room sitting on the couch when the ghouls come back after they finish the sound check. Phantom closes in on me and sits in my lap like a little cat. He starts to purr like one too. I smile at his actions and start to scratch at one of his horns, he starts to purr even louder.

“I missed you babe.” Phantom says.

“It’s only been 30 minutes, Bat.”

“30 minutes too long.” he pouts, cuddling into my neck.

“GET THAT CUTE SHIT OUT OF HERE!” Dew yells, startling me.

“Shut up, like you aren't going to come to me and beg for attention.” Rain says, rolling his eyes.

Phantom doesn’t get off my lap until it is time for the ghouls to get on stage and Mountain picks him up. We hold hands and walk from the Green Room to backstage and give a kiss before he gets on stage to the screaming crowd.

The show is amazing, just as all the others have been. When the final bow is taken and Papa has said the last goodnight I help the crew take down the stage and pack up so we can get on the road as soon as we can. The process is smooth and we are able to pack up the crew bus in under an hour. A new personal record.

When I get on the ghouls’ bus I am exhausted. I am happy to be the first on the bus tonight. Papa could herd the ghouls perfectly without my help but I felt a little guilty about texting him that I went straight to the bus and crawled into the first unclaimed bunk I found. Ghoul shepherding is part of my job.

I started to fall asleep when I heard the bus door open and close. I hear footsteps shuffle around until they stop in front of the bunk row I am in. I also hear sniffing? The curtain separating me from the mystery ghoul in the bus slowly opens. I’m surprised that I see Phantom, eyes bright and tail wagging.

“This spot taken?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

I let out a quiet giggle and scoot back as much as I can. Phantom gets a big smile on his face and crawls in next to me. He turns my body so he can be the big spoon, his second favorite cuddling position. If it was always up to him I would be laying on top of him at all times. I find his hand and lace our fingers together and he starts purring against my back and plants a kiss on my neck.

“Did you have fun at the concert?” I ask.

“It was fun, Swiss fell off his stage. But I missed you.”

“Maybe if you teach me to play the guitar Papa will add me to the band.” I said as a joke.

“That’s a great idea. We can start tomorrow.”

“You are so silly, Bat.”

“It is a good idea. We could spend more time together.”

“You never leave me alone. You're the reason I got this job.”

“And I will never give you a moment's peace.” He says, giving me a squeeze.

“We can talk about it in the morning.” I say, with a yawn. “Love you Phantom.”

“I love you too, My Angel.” kissing the back of my head.

I let his purring lull me to sleep as the other ghouls get on the bus and settle in for the overnight drive to the next sold out area.

[chachadelight]

Celle qui s'est enfuie

Part 1 | Part 2

Rating & Warnings: Swearing, smut, a tiny bit of violence

I’d also like to thank those who encouraged me to write this and! also thank you to @rymndsmth for some of the inspo I had for some of the saucyness that happens here. Their ‘kyoto’ series is top fuckin notch, please do give it a read!! This is a one shot technically, but if it’s well received I might write a second or third part, probably nothing longer than that but who knows! Enjoy!

Pairings: Tangerine x Assassin!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: All he has to do is follow the rules; but Tangerine’s never been big on rules. Where does that leave him?

“Yeah well, he’s a diesel innit?”

“Lemon what’d I say huh? If you talk about Thomas the Tank Engine again I’m gon- “

“You’re gonna’ shoot me in the face—I know”.

Yet there he went on again. It had only been about 30 minutes since they had gotten onto the train and Tangerine was already at his limit. If he hadn’t loved his dear brother as much as he did he most likely would’ve fulfilled his promise a long time ago.

Lemon sat back against his chair, huffing with annoyance as he adjusted the lapel of his jacket. “Right well, all we gotta’ do is get this fucker his lazy sod of a son and his hard drive and we can go home”, Lemon gestured to the opposing seats, a young tattooed boy blissfully passed out and pressed up against the window. “You’ve got the drive yeah?”

“Yeah thanks for the update Lemon I got it”. Tangerine rolled his eyes before checking the time on his watch; they had hours before they made it to their stop at Kyoto. Maybe this would be a great opportunity for them to actually relax for once considering that only a few hours ago they were about knee deep in blood just trying to get their hands on the White Death’s son.

It was a job they hesitated for that’s for sure, but after hearing about the pay out and just how keen their contractor was on getting them specifically for the job, they just couldn’t say no. They were professionals after all, they weren’t going to scrutinise that for nobody.

Tangerine’s gaze was suddenly stolen as one of the train crew members rolled by with a cart full of food. Without even thinking the male reached over at pinched a couple of bags from the cart.

“You don’t need to nick the biscuits”.

“Why do I do that? It’s like a compulsion or something”. 

“You should see someone bout’ that”.

Tangerine cringed at himself, knowing full well his little klepto issue was something he needed to attend to but just never really got around to addressing.

The two men’s attention was stolen away when the chime indicating the train was coming to a stop sounded off, but only briefly once they noticed only a

couple of average looking citizens made their way through the cart. All but one.

“Mate she’s right lush”. Tangerine’s upper lip twitched upward ever so slightly as his head gestured forwards, causing Lemon to turn his head in an oh so not very inconspicuous way.

“Fuckin’ make it look any more obvious would ya, fucken git”.

There she was. The woman Tangerine was referring to. Hair ever so slightly covering her gaze, only adding to the sensual nature of her kohl lined eyes and red tinted lips. She walked with poise and a sense of elegance to her, she seemed unsuspecting but the way she carried herself said more about her that Tangerine just sensed deep down. What the sense was he had no idea but he really didn’t care at this point. She wore a black pleated skirt and socks that stopped just at her thighs, god, her thighs. The edge of the fabric hugging her flesh oh so perfectly it almost made Tangerine huff...almost.

His eyes flicked back up to catch the silver chain around her neck sat stark against the fabric of her black turtleneck. The man had obviously stared a little too long because she had caught his gaze by the time, she found her place into a seat that had her in perfect sight of him. The woman’s lip quirked into a shy smile, a blush forming on her cheek as she quickly looked away once realising his stare was for her only.

“Who’s the one makin it obvious now mate?”

Tangerine however didn’t look away, why would he? He wasn’t some shy schoolboy. He held her gaze for as long as she was staring back, knowing her bashfulness was his doing only fed his already massive ego. With a tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, Tangerine only chuckled with pride once he saw the effect he had on her, of course, too easy.

Lemon shook his head quickly in succession, twisting his face in disagreement. “Nah nah nah, none of that”.

“None of what?”

“None of—” Lemon tilted his head quickly to the side, motioning to the woman. “That”.

Tangerine scoffed and reached up to slick back his hair in a show of confidence and ease. “Dunno what you’re on about mate”.

“The last thing we need is you goin’ off and shagging some girl in the middle of a job”.

Immediately Tangerine showed offense to his brother’s accusation and started adjusting the collar of his suit with a shake of his head. “Don’t be stupid”. He shook his head again in dismissal but still managed to sneak another look at the woman, quickly getting the chance to catch a glimpse of the way her thighs pressed together as she sat cross-legged. Fuck she looked good just sitting there. Lemon and Tangerine’s line of work wasn’t exactly the most social occupation in the world, there wasn’t really time for making friends let alone a sexual partner. So, to say that Tangerine was a little ‘deprived’ might have been a slight understatement.

“Whatever Tangerine...I’m gonna’ go secure the train. Make sure everything’s in check”.

“Yeah right”.

A sudden slam to the table had Tangerine’s attention onto his brother in an instant, his eyes wide as if to say, ‘what the fuck Lemon’?

“I fuckin mean it, no funny business”.

‘Yeah yeah alright, fuckin ell’ you’re like my mother or somethin”.

And with that, his brother disappeared into the next train cart and Tangerine was left alone. Just him, the White Death’s sleeping son and his raging hormones.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her and she was well aware of it herself. There was no such thing as sneaky stolen glances anymore. Tangerine had no shame at this point with the way he tapped his fingers lightly against the table, his gaze fixated on her form, tracing a line up from her legs to her face he noticed her looking back.

Although this time she didn’t look away shyly, if anything she was now smiling back. Her red lips pulled back unto a smirk as she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. With a wave the woman wiggled her fingers in Tangerine’s direction in a form of a flirtatious wave, a completely opposing energy to what she showed only moment before when she first boarded the train.

Tangerine lifted a brow as a chuckle escaped his lips, curiosity was definitely getting the better of him. He peered behind his shoulder, wondering if Lemon was going to turn the corner any moment. He did say he would behave himself.

Well who the fuck cares about what Lemon tells him what to do? He was never big on following the rules anyway.

Just like that Tangerine found himself walking towards her, a hand smoothing down his hair and fingers making quick work at is sleeves to roll them up to his elbows. Soon enough he slipped into the chair opposite to the woman, leaned back with a coolness Tangerine had long ago perfected with ease.

“Now what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ here eh?”

“Just visiting a friend in Kyoto”. Her voice rang like bells in his ears and the smile on her lips was only making her that much more tantalising.

“Got a long way to go just to visit a friend no?”

She grinned “Maybe. I guess I’m just devoted like that”.

Tangerine reached up and smoothed a finger over his moustache as he gave her another once over she didn’t fail to notice. “I guess we’re both gonna be here for a while then?”

“I guess so”.

It was almost nard to keep her focus. Almost.

Those blue eyes paired with that accent had no doubt gotten this man anything and everything he’d ever wanted. And now here he was facing her, leaned back in his seat with the scent of his ego practically oozing off of him. The way he looked at her was predatory, his gaze eating her up with every chance he could get. She was amused to say the least, and the grin on her lips was impossible to get rid of. Her job was relatively simple, get the drive from the twins and get off the train before they ever noticed. But what her handler failed to mention was just how delicious a certain curly haired killer

“I guess we’re both gonna be here for a while then?”

“I guess so”. With that she leaned forward against crossed arms, her breasts provocatively pressed up against each other. Tangerine’s eyebrow twitched upward with interest, his tongue swiping out over his bottom lip as he simply followed her movements by leaning in towards the table, closing the gap between the pair.

“What am I going to do with you luv?” She couldn’t help herself when her teeth grazed her bottom lip, why was he so hard to ignore? He was so close to her now and she could smell his cologne so vividly. He smelled of vanilla, cigars and smoke, no doubt fresh from a fight and it was a sent that could make her legs shake from excitement. She wasn’t supposed to get too involved but now he asked her that question and she didn’t really feel like behaving.

She had a little time to spare and she just couldn’t find herself not taking this delicious opportunity.

Their gazes were locked and for moment she let her eyes dip down to peer at his lips, head tilting ever so slightly as the next sentence slipped from her mouth with a little too much finesse. “Anything you want”.

It was clear they were on the same page. Yet what made everything in her favour was that he had no idea that she was after exactly what he had. He hadn’t even asked for her name; it couldn’t have been any better.

Tangerine let out a huff from his nose as he promptly stood from the chair, picking at an invisible piece of lint from his shirt before making his way past her. However not before slyly grazing his fingers over the edge of her jawline, letting his fingers glide through her hair for a moment before he continued his b-line to the train bathroom.

She smiled to herself, a breath seizing in her throat for just a moment as she felt the warmth of his fingers against her skin.

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She soon found herself slipping into the too small train bathroom, her palms pressed against the door for just a moment longer before she turned around to find the man leaning himself against the too small sink. The air inside suddenly turned thin, and the beating of her heart thrummed wildly against her chest. Why she did not know, she was not one to get nervous in a situation like this but this man...this man was unlike any other she had come across. He made the others seem insignificant and judging by the way she almost shook just from his burning gaze; she could tell this was going to be different.

“You know...” She cooed softly as she took a step forward, noting the way his forearms flexed as his grip on the edge of the sink tightened. “I don’t even know your name”. Reaching forward she looped a single finger over the gold chain decorating the empty space on the man’s neck, a single tug forward causing him to snicker.

She was playing a dangerous game and as soon as she took her grip on that necklace and it tightened around his neck something inside him snapped to attention. “Just call me Tangerine luv”.

“Like the fruit?” She quirked an eyebrow “and his hands found her hips. “Yeah, like the fruit”.

“How – “She looped in a second finger and tugged once more causing Tangerine to grunt at the sudden squeeze he now felt around his neck. “– Cute”.

Tangerine let out a puff of air that sounded like amusement, their lips so close to one another she could feel his warm breath fan across her face. “Watch it luv”.

“Or what?” She liked this game. But so did he.

Lips against lips in a matter of seconds. The kiss was hungry, desperate, it was angry. She had clearly pressed the right buttons because the grip he help on her hips was bruising. Fingers digging deep into her skin as they both fought for the dominance of the kiss. He tasted just as he smelled, smoke and vanilla permeated her lips and mouth, and she couldn’t help herself as she whined into the kiss.

He pulled he in closer, hips pressed flush together that had her melting into his touch to the point that she let go of her grip on his, completely forgetting that she was trying to win dominance only moments before.

His fingers soon found home in her hair, digits twisting into her locks before tugging roughly to pull her head backwards, exposing her neck to him. “Not so cheeky now hey luv?” His voice had deepened, laced with arrogance as he dipped down to attach his lips to her neck and leave a trail of hungry bruises he knew she would have to look at for days to come.

If she could see herself she knew she would be mad; mad that she had let this man cause her to become so undone in a matter of minutes. This wasn’t what she had in mind but it had been so long since someone had made her feel this alive.

“Don’t—” He cut her off quickly when his mouth found hers once more, tongue slipping past her lips without a moment wasted. “Get—cocky”. She managed to let out a few breathless words between the sloppy kisses, her breath heaving in her chest to keep up with his hunger.

Tangerine chuckled against her lips before he hauled her upwards with a little too much ease, her arms found solace around his neck whilst her legs wrapped securely around his waist. He carried her over towards the closed toilet seat before settling down, allowing her to find herself seated comfortably in his lap. This gave her a chance to catch her breath from the bruising kiss, hazed over eyes peering down at an equally dishevelled Tangerine.

He was beautiful like this, in the dim lighting of the train bathroom, perfectly gelled hair now a mess on top of his head. Blue eyes turned a storm cloud grey and hooded with desire. It was almost a shame that she was going to have to steal from him and run away, never to been again.

That’s when she saw it. Peering down his vest pocket she saw the glint of the hard drive poking its head out, her heart skipping a beat. It was right there, un his pocket. And she had him seduced and sexed up in the bullet train bathroom.

This was too good.

His hands slowly slid their way up the exposed part of her thighs, pushing up the fabric of her skirt before stopping dangerously close to exactly where she wanted him. The cold of the varying rings decorating his fingers sent a shiver through her.

With her new position she didn’t miss the way his hardened length pressed against her clothed core, a coy smile on her lips growing as she took the opportunity to grind her hips downwards. Immediately eliciting a groan from Tangerine that wanted to make her go wild

“You gonna’ ride me sweetheart?” He cooed.

She leaned in towards him, her fingers snaking their way into the back of his hair before tugging softly. Doing what he had done to hair by yanking his head back to give her more access to his neck. “Anything you want handsome”.

Tangerine’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of her lips against the shell of his ear, the tightness of his hair being pulled sending him into a craze that his grip on his hips and thighs tightening even more. He pulled her down against himself, the sound of her soft mewl letting him smirk with pride.

She couldn’t help it, the feeling of having him press against her was driving her crazy. She had found herself at a rhythm, hips swirling back and forth. Her movements at his command as his hands guided her every move. It didn’t take her long to get panting, her head falling back to indulge in the feeling of his hardness rutting against her. His soft grunts filled the small space and run in her ears.

The heat that was overtaking her body was indescribable and at some point his hands had found home against the slope of her arse, kneading the flesh generously. She needed to feel him, just him.

And it seemed like he had the same idea because Tangerine was rushing for his pants—she reached down with him when she was able to become coherent enough to pay attention. They both knew this was going to be anything but sweet and slow, this was going to be quick and hard but neither of them was complaining.

“You’re gonna take me like a good girl...” Tangerine gripped the base of his length, pulling her panties to side to teasingly circle the head against her folds. “Aren’t you sweetheart?”

She whimpered softly, her breath catching in her throat as his length prodded at her entrance, threatening to enter her at any moment. He was too good, and the way those pet names rolled off his tongue in that accent was doing things to her she had just never expected. But she was losing patience, and the more he had her coming undone the more frustrated she became with herself.

“Fuck me good and find out”.

He growled and with one sudden upwards thrust and guttural groan he sheathed himself inside her. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, almost regretting her show of defiance before the painful sting was replaced by the sweet sting of pleasure. Tangerine reached up, his palm pressing against her mouth to muffle her scream as he let out an amused chuckle.

“Careful luv, wouldn’t want anyone to know we’re doing in here”.

She knew he was right but the way ne filled her just right had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and all her inhibitions disappeared.

“That’s it...” He cooed again, one hand squeezing against her hip and the other snaking its way up her chest. It didn’t take long to build up a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping up against her almost painfully. The pace had her biting down on her own lip, hard enough to the point she drew a small amount of blood, the taste of iron coating her tongue as she propped her hands behind her on his knees or support.

Tangerine watched her with a lust in his gaze, hard muffled grunts leaving is lips with every thrust of his hips. He kept his hold on one side of her hips whilst the other had found its way around her throat, fingers squeezing a firm pressure onto her neck that was already littered with his bruises.

Now with the added loss of oxygen, she was being sent into complete bliss. Pleasure was already overtaking every inch of her body and she could feel that familiar twinge in the centre of her core, that feeling of unwinding threatening to break at any moment.

He never let up his pace, sweat beading at the crown of his head as he focused himself on her, on her body and the way she started to tighten around him. She was close and her warmth only egged him on, encouraging him to only wreck her even more.

“Let go for me sweetheart”. He managed to grunt out his words, focusing on getting her to the end.

She whined softly, trying her best on not screaming out as the searing hot burn of her climax finally imploded inside her. Her body seized from the pure pleasure. Tangerine’s hips stuttered with her release, the constant feeling of her core flexing around him sending him over the edge shortly after her. He filled her with his warmth, the feeling sending a shiver through her already sensitive body.

“Fuckin’ ell”. Falling forwards into Tangerine’s surprisingly caring embrace his arms wrapped around her to help her ride out her orgasm, “Good girl”. Tangerine stroked the back of her head, heavy breath blowing past her ear with the words of praise.

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Surprisingly he helped her clean herself up, where she had expected him to leave as soon as they were done. But now, here she was, watching him primp himself in the mirror, smoothing those beautiful curls back down to a somewhat more presentable way.

She hadn’t forgotten about the drive in his breast pocket however.

He had his back turned to her as she silently stayed leaning against the door of the bathroom, her head tilted in observation as she waited for the exact moment to make her move. He was gorgeous, he really was, and shit he made her feel good. Him standing there now, examining every little detail of himself in the mirror, ensuring he was presentable or perhaps just liked looking at himself a little too much. But he was charming, too charming for his own good. Damn...she was starting to like him.

“You know...it’s a real shame”. “What’s that luv?” “Sorry about this”.

“Sorry about wha—" Without letting him finish his sentence she had already gripped the side of his head, using maximum force without being lethal to send the man’s head directly into the side of the porcelain sink. With a deafening crack and a loud groan of pain, Tangerine was on the floor, a sizeable cut on that beautiful forehead of his.

She sighed dramatically before squatting down beside a groaning Tangerine, clearly disorientated from the hit to the head. “No hard feelings?” She cooed, a grin on her lips as she slipped the hard drive from his pocket and placed a kiss on the top of his head.

“Oi...you—f...fucken ch...cheeky”.

“Shhh, you’ve hit your head. Rest a while”. And with that she disappeared through the bathroom door.

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“You’ve got to be fucken’ kidding me”. Lemon stood before Tangerine, hands on his hips as his twin held a bag of frozen whatever against the forming lump on his forehead. “What’d I fucken say?”

“Shut up mate”. “Thomas would nev-“ “Don’t even fucken go there”.

[ambcass]

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. (𝐏𝐓.𝟏)

warnings: mentions of throwing up, cursing, OCC (maybe), Y/N being a lil shit, fake friends, shit talking?, mentions of ED, arguments, stalking (in the sense that!..)

They called me a disappointment. My so-called "friends", teachers, and family. All because I couldn't be #1. I tried, I really did but I just couldn't. Ever since I lost my best friend, MY Jason.

"It's been years Y/N. Why can't you get over it? I got over it when my mom died and-" I cut her off. "How are you making this about you right now, Eveling? Your mom died when you were 5 but I've known Jason since-like forever! I snapped back. She stayed quiet and didn't dare to speak. We got to a bus stop and sat on a bench. In silence.

"I-I didn't mean to talk about your mom like that. I know it must have been hard for you" I comforted her. I didn't mean what I said. The "it must have been hard" part. I only said it because I felt bad. She turned and softly smiled at me.

"It's ok, Y/N. I know you didn't mean it." Excuse me? What did this bitch mean? "I know you didn't mean it" Is that supposed to mean something?!? I brushed it off. The bus arrived. I waved goodbye to Eveling and hopped on the bus. I gave the bus driver exactly $1.25 and sat myself in the back. It took 30 minutes to get home. I didn't mind waking up early to get ready for school but never in a million years would anyone would think a bus would be at full capacity at 6:00 AM!

I got off at my stop and headed home. I unlocked the door. Great. No one home again? On the dining table was a note that stated,

*Back home late. (1 the latest)

*Left leftovers in the fridge.

*Be in bed by 10.

Love, Mom.

okayyy. I walked towards my room. Starting my homework while trying to get rid of the thought of giving up. Not even 27 minutes later, I gave up. I went to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers. My phone started ringing, and Eveling wanted to call. I picked up my phone.

"Hello?" I spoke. In her usual bubbly self, she replied to me in an enthusiastic voice. "Hi! Y/N, I'm at a sleepover right now but it's pretty boring so I decided to call you." The majority of the call time went from her telling me what was going on during the sleepover and me responding with many mhms, cool, and yeahs. I thought the call was going perfectly fine. Our calls were always like this. I listen while she talks. My stomach started to ache. I felt nauseous. I wanted to throw up.

"Eveling, I'm going to the bathroom," I ran to the bathroom because I was sure that leftovers were causing me to feel so sick. After multiple attempts to throw up, I finally got it out of my system. I washed my face and walked out to the kitchen counter.

My phone was on speaker. My phone was always on speaker. She knows this. So, why did she say those things about me? I walked into Eveling telling her friends shit about me.

"Y/N? I think the only reason why she rushed to the bathroom so quickly was because of her eating disorder!" she was giggling. Laughing even. My heart sank to the core of the Earth. Tears were being held back. I slowly walked back to the bathroom. I shouted,

"I'm doneee!" My voice was about to crack but from the speaker, I could hear her friend ask, "Are you sure she didn't hear?" and to that she responded with "We would have heard her fatass stomp around." They all laughed. At this point, I was done. Fuck this- you know what.

"You know what we can all hear? YOUR fatass stomping around for food. Get your fee, fai, foo, fum ass the fuck outa here. Y'know damn well, I'll run your shit. So, don't testtt mee." I retorted at her and hung up. I stormed to my room and slammed the door. I was too mad to cry. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest. The few minutes of desired silence were interrupted. Knock. Knock. Two knocks came from my window. I didn't pay much attention, I thought it was squirrels.

Knock, knock, knock. This time the knocks became more intense and repetitive. I got up, walked up to my window, and opened my curtains. A man with a red helmet, leather jacket, and a suit with a red Batman symbol on it. I flinched and closed the curtains. The man knocked on the window again. He spoke,

"Y/N, don't be so scared." His voice. It sounded like a deeper and huskier version of Jason's.

He's dead. That's not Jason. THAT'S NOT JASON. I tried telling myself this but for some reason no matter how much I tried to restrain, I walked closer and closer to the window. I reopened the curtains.

I took another step and opened the window completely. I allowed this unknown man, who was pretty muscular into my home. He entered my room. The two of us meet eye to eye. He took off his helmet, it released steam, and it had a click to it.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Y/N?" I raised my brows. A man who looked 6'0, with short black fluffy hair and a white streak asked me. He looked like Jason? I thought, but he would never dye his hair with a conry white streak in it.

"I don't know you..." I was lying. I knew who he was but I just needed the confirmation.

"So, you would let a random stranger in your house? What? Is it cause I haven't been there to protect you all these years or is it because you know who I am and you're just playing dumb?" He asked.

It was truly him. He was back and I had so many questions but he's back. My Jason is back and I'll make sure he won't leave me again.

a/n: i was gna post last week but :)...

[ever-eilish]

Could you do Billie Eilish asking r out

A (not so) bad day

billie eilish x fem! reader

a day that is supposed to be horrible takes unexpected turns, after you accidentally bump into a certain singer

author's notes: thank you so much for requesting, I really appreciate it! sorry if this is not what you wanted, I really hope you like it though! once again, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes, enjoy❤️

warnings: a bit of cursing, but mostly fluff

Chaotic. That was the only way to define today. You know that saying that 'nothing is so bad that it cant get worse'? So, that saying has proven true today.

I woke up 30 minutes late, spilled the coffee in my white clothes, missed the bus, and now I'm here, standing in front of the bland beige door, waiting for my boss to decide to call me to give me some more of his scolding.

Bad luck. That's the only word that can describe my day, or rather, my week.

Everything that could go wrong, did;

I'm in the midst of a series of catastrophic events ranging from the simplest, like knocking my butter breakfast bread to the floor — with the butter-covered part facing down, of course — to the more serious, like being threatened with losing my job by my annoying, weird boss.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I see the door in front of me open and the middle-aged man walk out of the room - which looks more like a chain saddle.

"Well, well, it looks like you've decided to be late again?" the wretch says.

As if I'd choose to miss my bus, spill coffee on my white blouse, and wake up late.

"That way I'll have no option but to fire you," he repeats the same words he's been saying to me for so long.

Son of a bitch.

"Sir, please! I promise it won't happen again, I love my job!" I lied.

"I'm sorry, but you're officially fired," he announces, as if announcing me as an Oscar winner. I take a deep breath, count to a thousand, take another deep breath and, with all the calmness in the world, say: "FUCK YOU!" I throw my badge on the floor, and walk towards the office door, ignoring all the crooked looks directed at me, and leave that musty-smelling place.

I didn't even like it there!

My God, how am I going to pay my bills? Fuck that old cuckold.

Fuck that old-man

Oh my God, I'm going to have to sell my computer.

I hated my. co-workers anyway.

My God, my computer.

All thoughts were running. through my head in a whirlwind when suddenly I bump into someone in front of me and fall to the ground.

THAT'S ALL I NEEDED!

Without even noticing who it was, I quickly stand up muttering something like, 'I'm sorry'; and I offer my hand to the stranger sitting on the floor.

And it is at that moment that, with my hand outstretched, I begin to notice the victim of my lack of attention.

The stranger wore a black blouse with white stripes — or white with black stripes - and black shorts. Her beautiful hair had the roots dyed red, while the rest was dark brown.

I could have sworn I knew her from somewhere.

It's very sudden when I feel her warm touch on my hand - which remained stretched - and I feel the girl partially throw her weight on me to get up.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I should be more careful" she says, with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm the one who apologizes! I've been walking around thinking about nothing and ! ended up bumping into you" I say,

scratching the back of my neck.

"Are you okay? You hit it really hard against the floor" was only when the girl tells me that I notice my throbbing hip.

"I'm great!" I lied knowing full well that the last thing I was in right now was 'great'. "Hm, so, you live here?" the stranger says, acting as if she wants to continue a conversation.

I don't have anything better to do, after all, why not talk?

"No! I live in my house," say, internally cursing myself for the terrible attempt at a joke.

Anyway, she laughed, and I felt my. embarrassment soon go away when I heard the good sound of that laughter.

"Oh got it, you're the funny type, then?"

she asks me, clearly joking.

"That's what they say"

We stare at each other for a while when very quietly, I hear the click of a camera. The girl seems to hear the same thing as I do, when she suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me nto the convenience store next to us.

What the fuck is going on?

She pulls me further into the store and 'hides' behind a food rack.

Holy shit, is she being followed?

My God, could it be that she's a serial killer and I recognized her because of that?

Holy shit, I'm too young to die.

What if...

I am interrupted from my mental breakdown at the sound of his voice.

"Hm, I'm sorry about that. You know how it is, right? Paparazzi are everywhere."

My God, I was right.

She's a serial killer and I'm her next victim. "Are you going to kill me?" my eyes widen as I ask.

"What?" she says to me, visibly confused, "my. name is Billie! I'm a singer."

I let myself take a deep breath when I hear what Billie tells me. Well, at least I won't die today.

"Hey, I really enjoyed talking to you, and I wanted to meet you again" she says, looking deep into my eyes "what do you think about going to a coffee shop with me one of these days?"

Is she asking me out on a date?

"Like a date?"

"Yes!"

"I want to!" I reply promptly, and watch as she rummages through her purse for a pen.

"Here!" She finally finds a blue fine-tipped pen, pulls out my hand, and writes something.

Before I can process what was happening, I feel a small kiss being left on my cheek and watch her walk out of the store with her head down.

When I look into my hand, I read:

"Cafeteria 221B, Baker Street;

03/22, at 9:00 pm.

See ya<3"

Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.

[shanesbluechicken]

Shane with an ADHD SO?

Farmer has ADHD (Shane)

This comes from my own experience and what I got from family and friends🤗

And I'm aware that I most likely didn't cover all the aspects, but I still hope that you enjoy it!

TW: heavy language

Gender: neutral

Shane definitely has to get used to your mind being all over the place sometimes.

In the morning he sees you fishing at the bridge he always crosses to get to work and then after his shift he finds the fishing rod at the exact same spot, but you're nowhere to be found.

"Where the fuck are they?"

The man literally has to track you down on a regular basis, because you just leave your equipment around town. Not that he minds though considering the sweet smiles you always shoot him when you thank him. At some point he even starts to actively look for your things, but you won't ever catch him admit it.

But he often has a hard time keeping track of your stories during your conversations, because you jump from one topic to another in such a high speed. The mornings are especially hard for him when his brain isn't properly functioning, but all of that doesn't mean you should stop ranting! Dump all the info on him! He does pay attention as much as he can and he loves talking to you.

In his eyes he finds it absolutely adorable when he finds you zoned out somewhere at the farm. Sometimes it's infront of the fire place while you're staring into the flames with wide eyes or leaned against the fence while watching the animals. He sees you just stand there without any movement for solid 30 minutes until he realizes that you're actually zoned out. Might join you actually.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I...I don't actually remember?"

"Cool."

If you take medicine then he makes sure to always accompany you when you go to Harvey's clinic or he even picks them up for you on his way to work.

"I'm sorry if I'm a bit too much sometimes."

"Shut up, you're absolutely not and whoever told you that can fuck themselves."

Shane definitely isn't annoyed by the fact that you sometimes tend to start things, but not finish them. He tries his best to help you with your projects or keep you at least motivated enough to stay at it, but if you don't finish it then so be it. He can't even count on his fingers how often that happened to him throughout his life. When you're getting frustrated about it he will bring you a cold soda from the fridge and give you a kiss on the forehead.

To be honest sending either one of you two to go shopping is going to lead to at least one item being forgotten. You tried going together to avoid it, but it doesn't particularly help much. At the end of the trip when you unpack the shopping bags you guys realize that something is still missing.

Okay, he might get a little bit impatient when he has to repeat instructions to you. It's not that he's annoyed or frustrated with YOU in particular, he just doesn't like repeating himself. So he made it a habit to write down a task or instruction while talking to you about it. It does happen that at the end of the day not even Shane can read his own hand writing so he absolutely won't blame you for not succeeding in it.

If anyone gets annoyed by you though, even if it's not anything serious Shane can and will body slam them into the closest wall.

"For yoba's sake, can you just FOCUS for once in your life?"

"The fuck did you just say? Watch how you're talking to them you fucking idiot!"

Someone hold him back before he beats up the damn governor.

Masterlist

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Cat-Dad!Levi Headcanons

this has been in my drafts for 4 months :)

➼ at first, levi would be a hard no against any sort of pet. after all, there were too many variables that could lead to just complete filth and mess spread around the house.

➼ having said that, if you came home one day with a cat in hand, he wouldn't be able to say no. however, he'd actively grumble about how you two have that much more work to do

➼ you'd immediately see him enter caretaker mode. what kind of food do they need to eat? what hygeine processes should you pay attention to? how much physical activity do they need? what extra supplies should you get?

➼ despite him being so reluctant to the idea of pets at first, he becomes the best cat dad. you'd come downstairs, wondering where levi had gone to when you hear a "tch. again?" coming from the kitchen and you find him digging under the oven for a toy that your fur child has shoved underneath the stove for 100th time

➼ he'd negotiate. if he's at his desk working and your cat begins to be relentlessly annoying about sitting on his paperwork or in front of his computer screen, he'd initially be like: "i need to work, little lady. if you stay still for another 30 minutes, i can bribe your mother to allow you to have wet food today. deal?" but it's more likely that he would just give up and your fur baby would be just lounging on his desk and he has to compensate by either getting work done later or using another part of his desk

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Kinktober day 4

Wanda x Fem Reader

A/N: This is gonna be a short one cause I honestly don't feel like writing. Also not the kinkiest, so no warnings this time.

Wanda:

Hey baby, I will be home in 30 minutes. Get ready for me, wear the baby blue lingerie set I got you last week, and put on the soft house coat I got you, too. I love you.

I smile, reading the text. It's almost 10 pm, and my older girlfriend just finished her evening shift at work. I do as she says, walking to my room, putting on the perfectly fitted set. I know I look gorgeous in it, Wanda made sure I believed it earlier.

After changing into the clothes she wanted me to wear, I settle down on the couch and put on a tv show.

"Baby, I'm home." I'm half asleep, but I jump up as soon as I hear my girlfriend's voice.

Wanda walks in through the door, immediately seeing me on the couch in the requested clothing.

"Awwwe baby, thank you so much for being a good girl for me." She sits down beside me, kissing my forehead. "Come with me." She pulls me up, heading for our bedroom.

"I really want to relax for a bit, and what's a better way to do that than spending some sexy time with my gorgeous little princess." She takes my robe off, caressing my breasts.

"Please let me take care of you today. You've worked so hard. You deserve to relax." I kiss her shoulder, looking up at her through my eyelashes.

I know she can't resist me, I know she wants this. 

"Okay baby, but we'll do it my way." Wanda pushes me down on the bed, taking her clothes off in the process.

Once she is left in her underwear, just like me, she climbs on top of me, kissing from my belly to my neck.

"You're so beautiful, baby." She brushes her nose past mine.

"You're more beautiful," I respond honestly, knowing she won't like that answer.

"Well, maybe you should put that mouth to good use instead of talking nonsense." She slides off her panties, hovering her pussy above my mouth.

"Ready, love?" Wanda makes sure, and I take a deep breath.

"Sit down." She does exactly that. I slide my tongue back and start licking her pussy.

I pay attention to her clit, seeing how Wanda throws her head back whilst she's on top of me. I hum hungrily, sending vibrations to her bundle of nerves.

"Oh gosh, baby, you feel so good." I notice how Wanda is actively trying not to buck her hips, but failing. It's not like I care anyway. She can do whatever she wants to me.

I start lapping her clit faster, sometimes slipping into her pussy. The older woman's moans encouraging me even more.

"I'm so close, keep going," she whines out. I start sucking on her nub, feeling how she totally lets go, grinding on my face.

"Keep it up, keep it up." She's panting by now. I slide my hand up her thigh, pinching it, which sends her over the edge.

Her entire body stills whilst she's moaning out her orgasm. I lick through the aftershocks, and then she rolls off me.

"That was amazing," Wanda says with a sleepy voice. Her head is on my chest, her eyes are closed.

"Go to sleep, you're tired." After I've said it, I notice she is already sleeping. I press a kiss to her forehead, taking one more look at her beauty before also drifting away to sleep

[aurasy3ag3r]

𝟗𝟎𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞.𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

☆ summary : Yn Ln, She’s new to paradis university but when she meets the star hockey player Eren yeager she’s absolutely inlove.

☆ parings : hockeyplayer eren x blackfem reader.

Part 3

☆ wc : 2165

     

  You wake up the next day to get yourself ready for your classes. Music blasted through your speakers while you got ready, You put on a simple sweatsuit and your Crocs, not paying attention to your phone or the time you ended up being 15 minutes late to your class. "LANA BABY I'M LATE ILL SEE YOU LATER". You yelled as you practically ran to get to campus. It was your official first day in this class and you didn't mean to give your professor a bad impression of yourself.

When you finally arrived at your classroom you slowly opened the big ass doors in front of you trying your best not to make noise. You tip-toed to the back of the class put all your things on the floor and tried your best to begin understanding what the professor was saying. It was a business class and the teacher was a short man named Levi, He looked a little too young to be a college professor but you weren't complaining, He also looked annoyed by you coming late to class but you brushed it off.

"psst". "psst"

You look to your left of where the noise was coming from and to your surprise, Eren was sitting in the seat two chairs from you. It was only you and him in the back row and maybe a few other students but you weren't paying attention to anyone else. "Hey didn't know you had this class". You whispered to Eren not wanting to annoy the teacher more than you had. "I could say the same.. I texted you and you didn't reply". Your smile immediately dropped and you grabbed your phone to check if Eren was telling the truth.

He was. At that moment you felt like a shitty person for not replying. "You know we got home pretty late last night..". Eren silently chuckled so the teacher wouldn't hear him. "I know it's okay yn don't worry about it". Eren passed you a paper and it looked like he had ripped out a page out of a dictionary. "That's the syllabus for this semester". You sighed at all the work that was expected of you to do in just a few months. "Don't worry it's not that hard and Professor Levi is a great guy". You trusted Eren's word and paid attention to what the professor was saying, He talked for about an hour and you tried your best to stay interested but after the first 30 minutes, but you just couldn't.

"So how did you like the class?". You and Eren were both collecting your things to leave. "It was okay I have an attention span of a 3 year old so I got pretty bored". Eren chuckled and walked out of the classroom with you. "So where are you going now?". "I'm not sure, I might grab some food but I don't know where". Eren smiled at your reply like as if he wanted you to say those exact words. "There's a restaurant a few blocks down they have amazing sandwiches, I can take you and I can give you some of my notes". You smiled back and Eren and nodded immediately. "I'm down let's go".

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On the walk to the restaurant you and Eren talked about music, more specifically the Drake and Kendrick Lamar beef. "Eren Kendrick is just better there's no argument that you can make that will change my mind". Erens eyes widened. "Yn you are so wrong, Drake is the better rapper". You gasped at Eren's comment. "I don't think I wanna be your friend anymore". You chuckled while Eren put his hand over his heart. "No no no I'm sorry your right Kendrick is better". You laughed at Eren and he shook his head.

The restaurant was a cute homey restaurant and inside there were a bunch of school paintings and pictures of all the sports teams and even a few trophies. Eren walked over to a booth and sat down and you sat down in the seat in front of him. "This place is so nice, You guys come here often?". Eren nodded and pointed at a picture on the wall with the whole hockey team, He was in the front holding a trophy and Connie was next to him holding a big cup of beer. "Connie is so unserious". Eren nodded and pulled out his phone to get the menu, At this place, it was a QR that everyone had to scan to see the menu. "So are you liking paradis?". "Yes I'm starting to like it here, You guys made me feel right at home". Eren smiled from ear to ear, You could've melted at that moment.

"Can you order for me, I trust your judgment". Eren nodded and waved for the waiter to come and take your order. "Hey, Eren what can I get started for yall today?". "Can we get two of the chicken sandwiches, and I'll get a lemonade". The waiter wrote down everything then looked over at you. "I'll get a lemonade too". The waiter smiled and left your table. Eren was playing with the strings of his hoodie while you guys sat in silence. "I like your hoodie". It was just a simple paradis hockey hoodie, that everyone on the team probably had. "Thank you, I like your whole outfit". You smiled at Eren's compliment and you also noticed his cheeks were getting pink. "Thank you, Mr. Yeager".

"Here are the two lemonades and I'll be back with the sandwiches shortly". You took a sip of the lemonade and Eren did the same with his. "That's some good lemonade". Eren nodded and took a big gulp of his. After the waiter brought out the sandwiches you and Eren began to eat. Usually, you hated eating in front of people but with Eren, you were comfortable enough to not care. "This sandwich is my guilty pleasure". You nodded and practically groaned while taking your third bite of the sandwich. "This is too good".

Eren finished first and after you were done the waiter came back to bring the check and to collect the empty plates. Eren put his card and wrote the tip then closed the book. "Here add my card so I can pay for mine". Eren shook his head and pushed away your card. "No, I'm paying". You shook your head and tried to shove your card into the book. "Yn I'm not letting you pay". You felt defeated so you let Eren pay even though you didn't want him to. Eren even grabbed your bag as you two were leaving the restaurant and you didn't protest because you knew he wasn't gonna let you hold them. "The least I can do is walk you to your house eren". Eren took a second to think and finally agreed.

   "Thank you so much for the food eren". "It's the least I can do to make you feel more comfortable". You were about to thank him again but you got a Facetime call from your best friend. "Let me pick this up". Eren nodded and looked at your phone while you picked up Lana's call.

"Bitch where are you I've been texting you all afternoon". She was in the kitchen of the apartment with her phone propped in the fridge.

  "I was getting some food with Eren and.."

"WITH EREN?? I KNEW IT BITCH YOU LI"

Before Alana could finish her sentence you hung up the phone. "Sorry about that..." You shook your head and tried to text her but she was already calling you back.

   "Alana I don't have my headphones in and I'm WITH Eren". Alana's eyes went wide and she got a little pale at your words. "Oh.. well Hey Eren!!". You put the camera on Eren and he waved at your best friend. "You keeping my bestie safe?". Eren nodded and all you could do was shake your head. "Well, what yall doing?". "I got her some lunch and now she's walking me to the house". Alana nodded but her face was still intimidating. "Okay, ren well I want her home in one piece so". "Okay bye, Alana I'll see you at home in a few". You press the big red button and put your phone in your pocket. "I'm sorry about her..". "It's okay I get it". Eren chuckled which made you giggle. "Her and Connie are meant for each other". "That's what I've been saying!!!".

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You two arrived at the big frat house after a few minutes of walking and talking. "Well this is me, I'm gonna bring my stuff inside but I'm gonna drive you home". "You do not have to drive me home". Eren opened the front door and set his bag down next to the stairs. "You heard Alana I should be keeping you safe". "Yo ren who's here?". You heard Connie's voice coming from another room. "It's yn I'm taking her home". "yn is here??". You could hear Connie speed-walking to get to where you and Eren were. "Hiiii yn". Connie hugged you and rocked you back and forth, Eren stood and watched with a smile on his face. "Connie your suffocating her". Connie finally let go of you after Eren spoke. "You coming to the party tomorrow right?". "Yes Connie I'll be here"

  "Okay good, So what are yall doing?". Connie looked at Eren who was holding your purse and you just standing there, He was just like Alana. "We hung out and I took her to get food and now imma take her home". Connie raised his eyebrow and nodded. "He doesn't have to take me home". "I want to though". Connie stood in the middle of y'all while you and Eren just looked at each other. "Okay, we'll get her home safely bye". Connie slowly walked upstairs still watching y'all. "He's a creeper, let's go tho". Eren walked out of the front door with your bag still in hand and you followed right behind him to his car. He walked over to an army-green dodge challenger SRT. "Eren this is not your car". "It is, do you like it?". He opened the passenger side first then walked over to the driver's side. "Do I like it???? I love this damn car". Eren laughed and put your bag in the backseat. "You wanna drive it?". You looked at Eren in shock. "You're serious?". He nodded and handed you the keys, you walked over to the driver's side and hopped in the car.

   "You know how to get to the apartment?". You nodded and started the car, Everything about the car was sexy, the interior, the exterior.. the owner. The drive was smooth and you noticed Eren glancing at you the whole time, you couldn't tell if it was because he was nervous or because he wanted to actually look at you. Either way, when you arrived at your apartment you parked right in front of the entrance, Eren got out first, He grabbed your bag and waited for you to finish admiring the interior of the car. "Wow, Mr Yeager you never stop impressing me". Eren smiled and handed you your bag. "Thank you for spending the afternoon with me I had fun". You lightly punched Eren's shoulder, "I should be the one thanking you, but for real thank you for today".

"Of course, I hope we can do this again, I'll see you tomorrow". Eren went in for a hug, He wrapped his arms around your waist causing you to tippy-toe just to hug him back. Eren stayed in the hug rubbing your back until you decided to pull away, If you stayed in his arms any longer who knows what you would've done.

"Bye, Miss Yn". You smiled and waved goodbye as he got in the driver's seat of his car. As you got into the building to your surprise your best friend was in the lobby seeing everything go down.

"Did you see that?". She nodded and giggled. "I'm telling Connie about this". You rolled your eyes and held her hand as you guys walked to the elevators. "ok girl tell me about this little hangout". "we had the same class together and we ended up leaving to get food together, ermmm then we went to his house and then he let me drive his car to here". Alana's eyes went WIDE. "He let you drive the SRT??". You nodded and Alana squealed like a little girl. "Girl calm down".

"Yn he has never let ANYONE drive that car, not even Armin". Your eyes went wide too but then you realized that Alana was probably tripping. "Alana it's not that big of a deal". "Girl he likes you". You rolled your eyes and Alana couldn't wait to tell Connie.

hope yall liked, p4 is already on wattpad :))

[stayandot8]

Notice

Genre: Smut

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: Based off the Little Mix song with the same name. Enjoy :) 18+ content. Minor, do no engage.

WC: 1.6k

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I hate tour. 

Not just because he’s away from me but also the residual effects of it. The only thing I can do to keep close to him is wear his clothes. Watching the videos his fans post online is torture. The photos I see of my Chan shining so brightly make me the most conflicted; feeling so proud that the man I love is doing what he loves for people that love him, but I can’t help but be struck with envy that they are near him when I can not be. But it also makes him concentrate on his work more  often than before he leaves. It’s like he gets tunnel vision because he is reminded of how much needs to be done. And when he concentrates on his work, our relationship tends to take the backburner. As well as our sex life. 

Every time I would try to initiate something Chan would be so caught up in what he was doing that he wouldn’t even lay his eyes on me. I would sit on his lap and he still wouldn’t do much, just give me a peck here and there. Sometimes I felt like I could show up butt-ass naked and he still wouldn’t even take off his headphones. I decided to test just how far I could take that theory. 

I was scrolling on my phone in my own apartment, trying to find a piece of lingerie that caught my attention. If it caught my attention, it certainly would catch his, right? I stopped at a very thin, black lace contraption that didn’t leave much to the imagination. I added it to the cart, along with a matching blindfold, hoping that I wouldn’t need it but knowing it would be good to have in my tool belt. It came shortly after, wrapped in red tissue paper and promises that it would solve the problem I was having. 

The day came when I knew Chan was working when he shouldn’t be. He’d been answering my texts sporadically and with short replies. This time would be different, I was sure of it. I would make it so. Being the good girlfriend I am,I texted Han to make sure he wasn’t working on anything too important. 

Han: No, what he’s working on can definitely wait until tomorrow. Or next week if he’s a good boy ;)

Me: You’re gross lol. Thank you. Whoever’s in the apartment, I suggest you take off. You’ve got 10 minutes. 

Han: Copy that. 

With all but one household member gone, the apartment was silent. I was glad for it because the  breeze of the air conditioned did nothing good for the piece I was wearing underneath my coat, barely covering my not-so-clothed ass underneath. The blindfold in my bag was burning a hole in it, itching to be used along with the other toys and things with it. When I cracked the bedroom door open, Chan was facing away from me, intent on the screen of his laptop. I cocked my eyebrow and smirked, internally cackling at what I knew was about to happen and his innocence at this very moment. I shut the door just hard enough to get his attention, still covered up. His head flips back just long enough to see that it was me then turns back to his screen. 

“Hey baby.” He says, completely unaware as he continues typing. He takes off his headphones on one ear, just enough to hear me. 

“Hey. I’m bored, is it alright if I just hang out here?” I was counting on him not turning around as usual as I took off my coat, wearing just the lingerie and putting my bag on his bed. 

“Yeah sure. I’ve just got some work to do, okay?” He put his headphones back on both ears. Great.

“Yeah that’s fine.” I would give him five minutes. Five minutes to turn around and see what I was wearing and then pull out the big guns…

Those five minutes lasted about 30 seconds. 

I settled into the pillow I was resting on, set in my resolve to make him pay attention. When staring at the back of his head, all I could do was silently plead with him to turn around. And when that obviously didn’t work, I went to Plan B. Stirring in my bag of tricks, I took out my vibrator and opened my phone to photos and videos of him. I flipped it on and got to work, finally not caring if he was seeing me or not. The sudden vibrations on my clit were a shock to my system, making me hum in satisfaction. I kept my bullet going in gente rolls around my pussy, still watching and scrolling through my selected photos of the stupid boy that was two feet me and still wouldn't turn-

Chan’s head turned to the side and he paused, as if listening for something. I smirked to myself and moaned particularly loud. He whipped his headphones off and sharply turned to finally rest his beautiful eyes on me, the lovely show waiting for him. His face went blank, the color draining for just a second. 

“Wait a minute. Were you wearing that this whole time?!” I had to laugh in exasperation. 

“How nice of you to notice.” I turned the dial on the vibrator so it turned off as I looked back to him and bit my bottom lip. My clit ached with the sudden lack of attention. 

“How did you get in here like that?! Did they see you in that?” I rolled my eyes. Clearly he was missing the point. I turned my vibrator back on and placed it back on its intended target, ignoring him. I made sure to make eye contact with him as before his eyes flitted down to the scene in front of him, his jaw going slack. He bit his lip, his eyes becoming glued to it. I spotted the physical evidence of my plan growing in his sweatpants, begging to be let out. It took all my focus to get my next words out, my writhing only growing the longer the vibrator stayed roaming my lower region. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I ruining your work day?” He slowly shook his head as he closed his laptop and climbed over to me and the show just for him. I could hear his gulp as he finally looked back up my body, his gaze raking through my outfit and pausing at my breasts, my nipples peaked. He didn’t move, just staring at anything his eyes could roam on. 

“Good.” I said to myself, moving to rid myself of the lace panties before I felt some other hands bat my own away and grab hold of them. He eased them down my own legs before flinging them somewhere I couldn’t see because all I could keep my eyes on were his. His groan was heaven to my ears as he spread my legs apart to show him just how wet I was just for him. He nested between my legs, laying down on his stomach on his bed. I couldn’t help my moans as he held my lips open to licked a wide strip from my entrance to my clit, my vibrator completely forgotten as it was tossed to the side. His lips wrapped around it and just started to suck, forcing my thighs to be held down in fear of suffocating him. My hips moved of their own accord, rolling into his mouth for more friction. He continued to lick and suck as if it were his last meal, every apology he could say through his actions becoming clear. 

I’m sorry I’ve been so busy

A long lick.

I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention

A harsh suck.

I’ll make it up to you, I swear.

I felt his fingers push in and curl, hitting the fleshy spot inside. My hands had fistfuls of the sheets below me, but I couldn’t do anything but focus on the electricity coming from between my legs. My eyes shut tight as he hit that spot again. It didn’t take much since it had been so long since we had done anything of that sort. The coil in my gut had exploded, his hand on my thighs the only anchor that I could hold on to keep from getting too lost. The sound of my heavy breathing filled the room as I came down, Chan till in between my legs. The sight of him still there was a sight I could watch forever. I smile-sighed as he kissed his way up to my face, cradling me as he wrapped around me like a koala. 

“I missed you.” He kissed me again and again, soft pecks on my lips, my cheeks, my forehead. “I’m sorry I’ve been so… I don’t know. But I promise it won’t be like that anymore. How about we spend all day tomorrow together huh? They owe me a day off anyways.”

“Oh, I’m not sure you’ll feel like doing anything tomorrow.” I felt an evil grin creep up on my lips as I swung my weight around to pin him beneath my naked form. His shocked expression was quickly replaced by his sly smile as he glanced at me with hooded eyes. 

“I think you’re right. I’ve got a lot to make up for, don’t I?” His grin matched mine, my suspicion growing as he hooked his arms around my thighs one more and forced me forward so my wetness was forced in front of him for the second time that night. 

“Oh, I was thinking you might get a turn at some point tonight. I’ve got some stuff for you in that- oh.” He didn’t give me the chance to finish my thought before he dove in again, shaking his head in answer. 

I guess my plan worked.