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[hazbinwhoree]

Guardian Angel

Part 1/3 Part 2

A/N: Starting a series where f!reader is the child of a demon and a human and Adam’s been tasked with keeping an eye on her. Please leave requests!

“It has recently come to my attention that a demon and a human have reproduced,” Sera announced. 

Adam cocked an eyebrow. “No shit. For real?”

“The spawn is already grown. So far she hasn’t caused any trouble so I do not see the need for actions further than simply keeping an eye on her.”

“Okay and what does that have to do with me?” Adam asked, taking a long sip from his drink.

“You’re going to watch her.”

Adam spit out his drink. “Sorry, what?”

“You’re going to be her guardian angel,” Sera smirked. Adam’s jaw dropped idignantly. “Do I have to?” He whined.

“Yes.”

That’s how Adam found himself on Earth, stalking some random demon/human hybrid.

Although despite his apathy, she wasn’t just some random, a demon/human hybrid was almost unheard of. She was the third documented instance of that happening.

But as far as he could tell, she led a boring, painfully bleak life. Adam almost felt bad for her. She seemed really depressed. But his job was getting boring. Her routine was always the same. Work, sleep, eat, shower. It seemed that the hybrid was completely unaware of her origin and the powers she possessed. It made Adam’s job easy. Easy and boring.

He started fucking with her, using his ability to be invisible to the human eye in order to fuck with things in her apartment to mess with her head.

One day, while her roommate was out, she stood in the middle of her room, staring at nothing. “Come out you annoying fuck!” She called out. It took Adam by surprise. “I know someone is here,” she hissed. “And you’ve been fucking with me, and it’s pissing me off, and I know you’re here right now, so show yourself!”

Adam debated for a moment. Sera had just said to watch over her, she’d never said it had to be no contact. In fact, Adam was pretty sure Sera would prefer he try to bring the hybrid to the light, but she chose the wrong angel for that task.

Tired of watching her while she was unawares, Adam let himself appear to her. He appeared behind her, just to fuck with her one more time. She turned and jumped, and Adam snickered. To his surprise, she recovered rather quickly.

“What the fuck are you?”

Adam was once again taken aback, and then offended. “I’m an angel, babes, could you not tell by the halo and wings?”

“Well you look like a demon," she replied.

Adam scoffed indignantly. “Fuck you.”

“Fuck you! Who are you and why have you been following me?”

“I’m Adam. Like, first man ever, Adam.”

“Wow, I’m so impressed.”

“And who the fuck are you, bitch?”

“Shouldn’t you know that since you’ve been following me?”

Adam was seething. “Yeah well I didn’t give enough of a shit to remember your name when Sera told me.”

The hybrid narrowed her eyes. Adam narrowed his. The attitude on this bitch! He hadn’t seen such life in her in the weeks he’d been watching her. He definitely didn’t enjoy seeing her come to life like this. Totally not (he did).

“Well you might as well tell me cause you’re stuck with me now that you can see me.” Adam smirked.

She huffed. “(Name). I’m (Name). Why am I stuck with you?”

“Because my job is to follow you, babe, orders from the Seraphim herself.”

“But why?”

Adam thought about fucking with her for a moment, before spitting out the truth. “Because you’re a Cambion, and Cambions are dangerous.”

(Name) blinked at him. “The fuck is a Cambion?”

“A demon/human love child.”

“What, so you’re saying one of my parents is a demon and I’m like, half a demon?”

“Basically.”

They stood in silence for a moment while (Name) processed this information.

“So,” Adam broke the silence. “What’s for dinner?”

[star-suh]

Livin’ La Vida Loca

Bang Chan x Male Reader

cw: top chris, stripper reader, anonymous sex, protected sex, marking, pulling the thong to the side, chest play, riding, in the desk, against the door, hungry sex (like it's something chris was craving for so long), facial.

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“finally, it's saturday” chris hummed, it was a tiring week full of work, so a free day was refreshing to him. he was walking down the street filled with street food stands, shops with colorful lights and neon signs when something caught his attention.

“little shop of eros… what a curious sign” he obviously knew what the sign meant but still curiosity got the best of him, “i guess a strip show wouldn't be that bad to relieve my stress” little did he know it would do more than that”.

“welcome gentleman, here let me take your coat” the man in the door extended his arms and chris handed him his coat, “welcome to little shop of eros, home to one of the best strippers in the country. you might want to use this mask if you don't want your identity to be known” then the man pointed to one of the seats near the bar, "please take a seat, the show is almost starting" he adds.

chris accommodates himself in the seat asking for a whiskey on the rocks when suddenly all the lights are gone, “what” he muttered quietly. then the lights are turned on again but this time they're all red. the figure of a man appeared, he was wearing very short shorts that left nothing to the imagination, some straps that went from the front of the shorts to the back of it and it covered his nipples, a little bow tie and a mask.

he started to dance on the silver pole, going up and down of it with swift sexy movements, movements that caught chris’s attention. the stripper kept on dancing and started to discard his clothes, it's not like he has a lot of them anyway. first the straps, they fell and revealed his nipples, they were hard and with a red mark due to how tight the straps were. then it’s turn for the shorts, he unzipped and unbuttoned them, they went down slowly, he was teasing the spectators, to make them eager to see his almost naked body.

“so sexy”; “fuck! i need him”; “i want to touch it” and more things can be heard in the public, they all were watching yn dancing again in the pole but this time with just a thong the front part covering his bulge while the back part, a fine strap of fabric, was in between his ass cheeks.

something rose in chris's pants, a big bulge was forming after seeing him, his suggestive movements, his sexy body. chris would be a fool if he doesn't so something to meet yn. “i see you're quite interested in him” a man near him says, staring at his bulge, “you can meet him backstage” the unknown man chugged the remaining alcohol on his glass “he's the one who decides if he accepts you or not tho” he adds and then leaves.

seeing the opportunity he quickly drinks all the glass of alcohol and went backstage looking for his room. he knocks but no ones opening the door, he knocks again until he hears a “coming” from the other side of the door. “hello stranger” he greets. chris saw him without the mask, he's even prettier. “umm hello?” yn asks again “how can i help you?”.

“i wanted to meet you” chris replied quickly. “i see.. what's your name?”; “chris” he almost yells it, causing yn to laugh a little, “okay mr. chris please come in”, yn opens the door completely letting the masked man enter.

it started as a gentle kiss session, they're mouths connected to each other, chris’ plump lips tasted like strawberry due to the lip balm he was using. their tongues intertwined with each other, saliva being shared and lips being bitten. “you taste so good mr. chris” yn said with clenched teeth biting the other's lower lip, “i say the same” he replies.

chris takes a small package out of his pocket and opens it using his teeth, taking out the condom from it. "wow, you came prepared for this, didn't you?" yn spits and sucks chris’ shaft for few seconds and then slides the condom little by little. “so heavy and thick” yn blurted out while massaging it a bit and kissing chris’ neck. the top accommodated himself on the chair in a comfortable position and yn sat on top of him, pulling his black thong to the side, letting his hole swallow that juicy dick. “hngh… i missed this feeling" mentions yn "a delicious cock stretching my hole”. chris moved his hips in a slow sensual manner, opening those insides. “you're so tight” he cooes and kisses yn’s chest, swirling his tongue in his erect nipples and leaving some bite marks on it, while yn ride him, loving the burning sensation he's feeling inside.

the both were enjoying the slow, almost sensual, pace but chris wanted more. he hugged yn tightly, his thrusts were gaining speed “i want more” he said, neediness in his tone “i want more of you, may i?”.

“shi…” yn murmurs, the pleasurable sensation kicking in “just don't break me, man” he joked giving chris the green light to let him do whatever he wants.

chris lifted yn from the chair with his cock still buried deep inside him. yn rode him like that, trusting that chris’ strong veiny arms would not let him fall to the floor. “is so fucking good… mr. chris” yn whimpered, his ass cheek clashing against chris’ heavy cum-filled balls. “your hole is top tier yn, the best hole i've ever had” he praises.

chris sat yn into the desk and make him lean so he can receive his cock properly. yn's sweaty back steaming the mirror. the thrusts become so harsher that the desk started moving. “i… told you not to b-break me b-but that doesn't mean y…ou can break my… my things” yn managed to say while his sweet spot was being brushed by chris' tip.

chris white shirt was starting to get wet, it sticked to his body making him look way sexier. the sight of the sweat beads rolling down his toned chest made yn hornier. he unbuttoned the shirt enough to see the other's chest, ‘so sexy’ he thought. the mirror was completely fogged up, the sex session was being a success. both people fulfilling their needs in such a passionate and sexy way, it felt as if they were the only ones in the world right now. yn pinched his nipples, gripped his tits so hard it let his handprints on it “i love how they jiggle while you pound my hole”.

once again chris lifted him and made him stand facing the door, yn was being pushed against it while chris rails him and covered his mouth to muffle his moans. “i’m gonna cum” he said. he grabbed the strings of the thong grabbing it and then letting it go, adoring the sound it made when it clashed against the other's ass. chris grabbed both ass cheeks, gripping them hard, to make yn meet his thrusts. it was like yn was his toy and he wasn't complaining, he hadn't felt that good in such a long time. “mr. chris i have a request” he breathes deeply “i wanna see your face while you cum in mine”. chris hesitated but then agreed, as a way to make him know he was grateful for that amazing night he is having.

yn was speechless, chris was so pretty, beautiful, gorgeous. those words weren't enough to describe his looks. “what?” chris asked with some concern. “nothing.. it’s just that you're so beautiful, i-i-i really mean it” chris can almost see stars sparkling on his eyes, ‘cute’ he thought.

with just a few more strokes chris came on the other’s face, some of it landing on his tongue so he swallowed it, “i like your flavor mr. chris” he clean his face and kissed him.

“thank you so much for tonight” chris bowed to yn, “i’ll never forget it”; “me neither” yn replied with a smile adorning his face, bowing back.

since that day little shop of eros was like a second home to chris, he went there almost every day just to see and chat with yn, sometimes they even had sex too. a cute relationship was born since that first night, that unforgettable sex night.

[reverieblondie]

Late Night Dip

Pairing: Rolan x Fem!Tav Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Fingering, Tail play, Teasing, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (Please wrap before you tap), G-whiz Position.

Summary: Cal and Lia are worried about their brother, he's just so stressed and needs a break! Good thing you have an idea that could help...

A/N: Rolan is hot, and I'm not going to apologize. I want to give him everything. More fics of my other favorite fictional men coming soon!

Word Count: 4,774

“Please, you have to get him out of that tower! You're the only one who he will listen to!” 

You almost spit out your drink from Cal’s comment and look at him bewildered, “Uh, You must be confused you're talking about Rolan? Mr. Know it all? The arch workaholic? He's not going to listen to me.” 

Lia leans against the bar dramatically, “Could you just give it a try, please? We have tried everything we could think of to get him to take some time off to destress but nothing has worked. We are hoping that because he has a soft spot for you he will listen to you.”

A scoff leaves you, “Rolan does not have a soft spot for me…” 

Lia and Cal share a quick look before Cal speaks up again. 

“Just one try, for his health. I swear every time I’m near him I can feel his tension radiate off him, take him out somewhere so he can unwind, and if he rejects you I will buy your drinks for two weeks.” 

Closing your eyes you consider the chore. Seeing Rolan isn’t a bad thing you love getting any excuse to see that handsome face. Though pulling him from his work would not be an easy feat, but…you do enjoy teasing him, those looks he gives you when you get under his skin always sends a rush of heat to rise to your cheeks. Plus if he is overworking himself you can’t let that happen to your favorite wizard (sorry Gale). Maybe this would be a good push to your friendship to move to more…romantical areas….plus there was that spot you wanted to take him and tonight is as good of a time as any. If all else fails and Rolan heartbreakingly rejects you for a night outing at least you will get free drinks for the next two weeks to wash away the pain.

“Okay, I will handle it, but be ready to have to buy a lot of ale for the next two weeks Cal,” you say as you gather your stuff and step towards the doors. Cal and Lia watch as you walk out of the tavern into the night towards Ramazith Tower. 

“Think there's a chance he will reject her and we will have to deal with a tense Rolan?” Cal asks Lia worriedly. 

Lia scoffs and settles herself on a seat at the bar, “Please, Rolan can’t deny her, and even if he wants to pretend he can, do you think she’s going to take no for an answer?” 

“Those two are really into each other huh?” 

“Yeah, Let's hope one of them finally realizes it and does something about it tonight. I have a bet with Larkissa that Tav makes the first move, and I want my 50 gold.”

Wow, they were right…he looks so stressed.

Your eyes watch as Rolan's taut back stays hunched over the journal he is scribbling in as he studies an old-looking tome. The only part that moves on him is his hand and he writes in a frantic motion. His golden eyes peering at the tome then back to his journal as he continues, it's clear he has been at this for a while. 

Leaning against the doorway you study his profile for a bit longer. Hair was done in its elaborate bun to hide his ears, brows underneath his well-kept horns furrowed in irritation, and the most perfect nose in all of Faerûn. Let's see if we can’t get him to scrunch it in irritation. 

“And what happened to the master of Ramaziths Tower? Worked so hard he died from stress, he was so young…” 

Rolan seems surprised for a moment before he turns his head to see your smug grin, this earns you an eye roll,  “What happened to the Hero of Baldur's Gate? Oh, she pushed her luck too many times and was thunder waved out of Ramazith's Tower.” 

Sontering in you wave him off dismissively, “See you're so tired you're unable to come up with your own insults. That means it’s time you take a break.” 

Scoffing, he turns away from you going back to scribbling away, “You sound like Cal and Lia…” 

“They did send me to get you.”

“Of course they did” 

Getting closer you see the swarm of papers and books he’s been busying himself with, ignoring it all you sit on his desk and look down at him as he writes. He seems to look at your legs for a moment before shaking his head and going back to what he was writing. Usually, he would be nagging you about your poor manners and the fact that you are bothering him, must be too tired to fight. You watch him as he slowly starts up his work again trying to ignore your ass so close to his hands crushing his papers. His nose is starting to scrunch and you can only smile with a sweet taunting hum. Crossing your legs gets his attention one more time before he mumbles something to himself. 

“Work, work, work, write, write, write, Rot, rot, rot” you chant in a sing-song voice as you shake your foot bumping him slightly.  

“Must you annoy me?” he grumbles

“You're just annoyed because you're so pent up with stress, come on let's go out.” 

Rolan looks up at you and furrows his brows, nose still scrunched, “I’m annoyed because of everyone constantly pestering me when I have a thousand things to do. I’m not going anywhere and I am not…pent up…” 

You let out a loud sigh, “Oh come on Rolan you're so pent up with stress you could pop, just a small break, a nice stress-free night will do you some good, then we will leave you alone to be the great grump of Ramaziths. Plus I have something I want to show you that I found the other day.” 

Rolan keeps his head down scribbling, “It will be really fun.” you coo

He continues to ignore you. You frown before leaning down to his ear. “Please…” you whisper softly

Rolan stops his writing and groans. 

“Come on Rolan! Just a bit further!” 

“Where the hells are you taking me!” 

“It's a surprise! Now hurry up!” 

You're both running in the forest outside of the gate, you're ahead of him leading the way but you can hear the snapping of twigs and slight infernal cusses as he tries to keep up. You can't help but laugh as he continues his grumpy pursuit. Finally, you reach your destination with a bright smile on your face as you wait for Rolan to emerge from the thicket. Biting your lip in expectation you bounce on the heels of your feet, this will be perfect…

You had found this place on one of your walks and knew that you would have to come back, and bringing Rolan only made it all the better. A secret hot spring is hidden away in the thick forest, perfect for two. The water looks as if it glows a cyan blue, it seems to glitter underneath the full moonlight. Your eyes watch as the steam from the water rises to the vast starlit sky. This will be perfect for relieving stress. 

Finally, you hear him come into the clearing, his once pristine appearance is now a mess with twigs in his now messy hair and robes covered in dirt from where he must have fallen trying to keep up with you. The smile on your face never falters and he approaches you with an unamused look. He looks past you at the heated water and raises an eyebrow.

“A hot spring? You know if you wanted to bathe…” 

Rolan's words halt as you start loosening the strings of your bodice. Looking up you meet his golden eyes and smirk at his surprised face as you drop your bodice to the ground. His eyes widen and his lips slightly part before he turns away quickly. 

“Come on Rolan, a late night dip under the stars. You can’t beat that. Plus I bet once that water hits your skin all your stress will melt away.”

You start stripping off your undershirt quickly followed by your pants. Your eyes watch Rolan's back as it seems to tense at each sound of your clothes rustling and falling. His tail whips around seemingly uncontrollably, before wrapping around his leg, you're still trying to figure out if it is from excitement or irritation.  

“You have been traveling with Halsin for too long…” 

You laugh at the comment, “Well, he is rather wise, learned a lot from him while on our journey…”

Rolan's tail twitches before he turns around quickly to face you. His eyes widen as he sees your scantily clad undergarments, not like you went and changed before going to fetch him…

He turns back around quickly “Like what…” he mutters, is he? Jealous… 

“Just…things…” you say almost tauntingly. You just can’t resist, from the moment you two started becoming friends you two have been taunting and teasing at every opportunity.  Sometimes you don’t know if you want to punch him or kiss him. Though now…you can only think of one thing…

Taking off your undergarments and then by complete ‘accident’ you toss them towards his feet. He looks down at them for a second before you watch his tail rise slightly before falling back down and lifting his head to look up at the starry sky. 

“I’ve learned things from my other companions as well…”  you say softly, almost too sweetly

A nervous laugh seems to rise harshly from his chest. Slowly you approach Rolan, you're being extremely quiet and you're completely bare. “Like Astarion for example” Right behind him now you look up at his tightly set bun, and with a quick moment you pluck the tie keeping it up out, That should loosen him some, “taught me to sneak up on people to take things.”

Rolan starts to turn his head but seems to stop himself remembering you're now naked. Not that you would mind his golden eyes taking you all in. With his hair now down you finally see his sharply pointed ears, they are cute and with their marron coloring at the tips completely giving away how embarrassed he is at the moment. Part of you wants to take the opportunity to be naughty and nibble on his ear while playing with his loose hair. Best not to push your luck however.  

Proud of successfully teasing him you decide to finally get into the water. Stepping carefully into the calm water the heat craseing your skin immediately relaxes you. The water is the perfect temperature and you quickly sink in and swim around enjoying yourself with pleasant sighs. Turning your head you see Rolan watching with what you think is a smile on his face.  

“Come on in, the water is great!”

“Dry land is also great.” 

“So you're just going to let me swim alone?” you watch as Rolan thinks for a moment “It's very relaxing…” you coo 

He finally sighs, “Fine…just to make sure you don’t drown out here…” 

“Lucky me ~”

Instead of ripping his clothes off quickly and jumping into the water ready to confess his desires to you as you hoped, Rolan instead brings his hands to undo his collar slowly and methodically. Somehow the slow stripping is not only frustrating you but also exciting you, the robe rolls off his shoulders and he takes the time to fold it up neatly. A tightening in your lower stomach is driving you mad, how hard is it to undress quickly? 

Opening your mouth to give him a hard time your comment gets halted in your throat. Rolan lifts his red undershirt over his head exposing his chest lined with beautiful ridges. The ridges seem to lead your eyes along his surprisingly athletic build, the moonlight shining on his body showing off just how toned he is; tense muscles being stretched as he raises his arms to relieve some tension from being so confined. He’s been hiding all this under those robes? That's just criminal…

Then his hands go for his belt and you're completely caught in a trance mouth slightly parting as he undoes the first button, seeming to remember your presence in the shining spring his golden eyes lock with yours and all your previous nerve leaves as your heart lurches. Quickly you turn around breaking his gaze, you swear you hear a slight chuckle before the clearing of his throat. Closing your eyes you chastise yourself for being a pervert, but that still doesn’t stop the image of his bare body replaying over and over in your mind running through all the possibilities the night could hold.  

Sounds of sloshing water along with a sigh breaks you from your thoughts. Turning you can’t help but smile at what looks like a very blushy Rolan, feeling nice you give him a round of applause as he settles in the warm water.

Rolan rolls his eyes, “Your an idiot” 

“What, I thought you liked adoring applause?” 

Rolan ignores your comment, shaking his head as he cups the shimmering water in his hands. You take the time to admire him trying to relax the best he can, his loose hair hovering softly over his shoulders, you see that not only do his freckles decorate his face, but they are also peppered against his tense shoulders. With a quick motion, Rolan brings the spring water towards his face, rubbing the water against his face then keeping his hands over his eyes for a long moment. You watch him confused by him keeping his eyes covered.  

“What are you doing?” 

A sigh leaves his nose before he responds, “Relaxing”

Getting closer you do a testing poke to his left shoulder, and an irritated groan leaves his chest. 

“You don’t seem relaxed…” 

“I’m working on it.”

“Maybe you should try swimming around then?”

Rolan pulls his hands from his eyes, golden irises glow as his ardent gaze lands on you. Suddenly you're hyper-aware of how close you two have drifted and how bare you are right underneath the cyan water. All your previous nerve starts to sink away being replaced by a growing flush to your skin. 

Rolan lifts a brow leaning down slightly to take in your face, you put on your best poker face to seem unbothered through Rolan quickly sees past it and is ready to tease you, “Heat finally getting to you?” 

“No”

“Then why are you so red?” 

“Why are you so red?” 

Rolan folds his arms over his chest and you roll your eyes, “redder than usual” 

“What do you expect? It’s hot.” 

“Aren't tieflings like…heat resistant?” 

Rolan goes to argue back but he seems to be unable to think of anything so he turns his back towards you muttering under his breath. 

Turned away, you trace the paths left by his infernal ancestors. He seemed to have relaxed when teasing you, but now…

“You can feel the tension radiating off….” 

Rolan's ears seem to perk up and he glances at you. 

You sigh, “I was hoping to help…”

“I…you…” Rolan sighs collecting his thoughts, a cuss slips his lips before he starts again, “You are helping…I just…” Rolan takes his hand to cover his eyes again, “I don’t know how to let myself relax…” 

Carefully you reach your hands to rub his back, he practically feels like a board, so tense under your fingers. You lean your head to rest on him.

“Rolan, let me…try something….” 

You continue to rub his back and shoulders gently working out the knots. Right as he seems to start to relax he tenses up again. A soft hum leaves you as you continue to work down his back. Dropping from his shoulders you use his ridges to guide you, softly you rub his shoulder blades feeling the sharp tips. When you touch them you feel Rolan tense and lean forward slightly. 

“Am I hurting you?” 

Rolan looks over his shoulder, his eyes moving from your flushed shoulders following the drips running back into the cloudy water keeping the rest of you hidden, only enough for his imagination to run wild. “No, I’m just…not used to being touched like this.” 

“I could stop…”

You keep your hands on his spine, trying to savor this moment in case he says yes. You close your eyes and keep your hands as gentle as possible hoping he won't say yes, that he won’t move away. Just keeping this moment touching his warm skin for a bit longer…

“Don’t stop…it's helping me” 

Biting down the smile on your lips you continue to rub his back blindly moving through the water. Over time you get lower slightly rubbing above the base of his tail. A steady sigh leaves Rolan's chest as you continue to work. You even feel all your nerves starting to settle in this perfect moment, then suddenly a wrapping around your calf startles you enough to let out a yipe. Rolan, snapping back to reality goes to retreat his tail and move away from you, but before he can run away you quickly grab his wrist. He pauses for a second, then he turns towards you, your eyes wide, lips trembling for the words to say.  

It only takes a moment before Rolan pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you suddenly and burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

“I’m sorry…” 

“D-don’t be…” 

Rolan moves his face from your neck and you feel your body heating up as his shining eyes watch you, slowly roaming from your eyes to your glossy lips, then down to where your chest is pressing against his. 

Rolan's eyes linger for a moment before he brings his head down to whisper, “You feel like you're burning up…” 

All you can do as you feel his clawed hands moving slowly down your back is nod and lean into him further. Touching him now he seems much more relaxed, more open, confident. Right as you're settling yourself on his chest you whisper the words he’s been waiting to hear. 

“Kiss me…” 

Quickly you feel his hand lifting your chin and then meeting your lips for an almost too eager kiss, but you had been wanting this equally as bad. Rolan's lips are soft and assertive as he leads you through the kiss. The familiar feeling of his tail sliding up your leg no longer draws a gasp from you but a wanting moan, craving for his warmth to further engulf you. Rolan, always striving for more, lifts your arms to wrap around his neck as he slips his smooth tongue in your mouth to get a taste of you. It's deep, and teasing as it slides against yours making you meet his enthusiasm, and driving you to want more. Before long you find yourself with fist fulls of his loose hair while his sharp nails dig into the fat of your ass, Pressing you into his hardened shaft, it practically throbs on your thigh. 

As you start breaking from the kiss to fully catch your breath Rolan bites on your lower lip, careful not to break the delicate skin, only enough pressure to have you whine before he’s releasing it from his sharp teeth. You're a panting mess feeling like your body is on fire, the spring, his hot touch, your blazing arousal dripping down your thighs; it's all starting to be too much for you. Rolan brushes his nose to yours to bring you back from your fuzzing mind. 

“I think it's time you get out. You're as red as me now.” his rich voice taunts 

A quick laugh leaves you before it’s ripped from you abruptly. Rolan almost as quickly as he kisses you, he lifts you guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. With shocking little effort, Rolan carries you out of the hot spring back to the dry bank. The sudden chill of the air nipping at your skin should leave you shivering, but wrapped in Rolan's warm limps you find yourself perfectly comfortable. 

Playfully you twist and pull the strains of his soft hair. “Not to sound like an insult but I’m surprised you're able to carry me. I didn’t think wizards were all that strong?” 

You're both out of the water, dripping on the springs bank still wrapped tightly in his hold. Rolan rolls his eyes at your statement before responding with a smirk, “Well you should know that no wizard can match me, from my talent to my strength.” 

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now and as you do he bounces you within his arms forcing you to grab him tighter making him laugh at you.

“Well, you are definitely relaxed now.” 

“I am, I should thank you, Hero.” 

You feel yourself getting wetter from his sultry words, “How do you plan on doing that, Archmage?

His eyes spark with something and he grins allowing you to see his sharp canines and molars, “I’m thinking I’m going to fuck you on the bank of this hot spring. Is that what you want?” 

Leaning in you breathe into his pointed ears, “Yes…” 

Then in the next moment, you feel his lips leaving messy kisses over your neck causing you to hold on tighter as Rolan slowly lowers you to the cool ground. The chill of the forest floor on your back makes a shiver rush your spine causing your nipples to perk and your body to shake. A whine leaves your chest and a smile stretches to his lips as he pulls away from you, his shining eyes roam over your body as he carefully moves his hands to your hips and adjusts to a kneel. Slightly digging in his nails, he pulls your body causing his length to brush your slick sex. 

The heat of his cock pressed on your soft flesh makes you shut your eyes with a whimper, he’s not even in you, and your whining. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” his voice commands as his hands lift your legs onto his textured shoulders. 

Finally opening your eyes you see his eyes watching you as he presses a kiss to your inner knee before taking a quick nip to it causing your hips to buckle forward. 

That only feeds his ego, “Don’t tell me you're sensitive…” 

You narrow your eyes, “if you were underneath me I would have you whimpering, so don’t get cocky.” 

Rolan lets out a laugh as he looks down at your spread sex, wet and quivering for him. You can hear his tail begging to swish behind in excitement. 

“We will have to test that on a different night…You look too perfect spread open and waiting for me.” Rolan taunts as he brings his hand to slide his fingers over your glistening cunt, then rubbing slow circles to your swollen clit. 

The sensation of his dexterous fingers stimulating your bud causes you to grind your hips on him for more. Falling deeper into the pleasure you feel your lower stomach twist as waves of heat flood your body. You can’t help but shut your eyes with a shivering breath as soft moans slip through your lips. 

Rolan tsk as he suddenly pinches your clit making you gasp and shoot your eyes open.  “Keep your eyes on me. Understand?” 

You quickly nod, keeping your eyes on his gorgeous face. His fingers slide to your entrance, slipping his middle finger slowly to rub your soft fluttering walls. Watching you intensely he slips in a second finger curling the long digits in your velvety insides. Moans of his name and pleads flow out of your lips as he keeps a steady tempo. 

“You're being so obedient…that's new for you…” 

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can Rolan twists his fingers to the spot that's making you see stars. Rolan seeing your slack jaw expression speeds up his motions. The twisting in your lower stomach gets tighter and tighter as you look at Rolan with pleading eyes. Seeing your expression and feeling your walls clamping down on him, he knows you're closer and he brings his tail to flick on your clit as his other hand keeps your grinding hips in a firm hold. 

You are panting as you dig your fingers into the ground you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. Rolan's eyes are on you, staring intensely as he studies every one of your expressions, he looks divine. 

“F-Feels so-so good!” You scream breathlessly 

He smiles at your stammering, getting excited from your praise. “Yeah? Then cum for me.” 

Nodding absently mindlessly you feel his tail flick faster and his fingers curl deeper so perfectly making your coil suddenly snap and your body explode in a wave of white-hot ecstasy as you feel yourself squirt on his fingers, running down his hands and thighs now. 

 “Prefect…” Rolan whispers as he watches you come down from your high while slowly rubbing your release over his swollen cock. 

“You want more?” he asks as he lines himself up to your tight slit. 

“Please~” You hum out blissfully, feeling his ridged length’s heat radiating onto you. 

Rolan chuckles with a shake of his head, “So greedy…” 

He braces his hand tightly on your hip as he pushes the heat of his dick into your cunt. It’s hot and intense as it slides and stretches you. Your walls clench as you moan his name as his ridges rub your insides deliciously. Your thighs tighten as he pushes into you fully, his nails digging into you as his cock throbs as you adjust to him. 

“Gods you feel good” he sighs in pleasure. He moves his eyes from where he’s buried within you to your blissed-out face. Rolan brings a hand to cup your cheek and you melt into his touch, turning your face to kiss his palm before giving him a nod that you are ready. 

Rolan presses kisses on the insides of your legs again as he brings his hands to your waist. Slowly he starts positioning into you, your eyes roll back as his strokes nudge his burning cock right into your spongy spot that's making you mew shamelessly at every thrust. Rolan picks up his thrusting as he feels your walls clenching on him. 

“You're taking-ta-taking me so well darling.” he groans, throwing his head back as his balls slap against you. 

Rolan moves your hips up and down to match his thrust as his breathing quickens. Squirming and curling your toes you feel yourself approaching your climax again, but this time you're desperate to have Rolan cum with you. 

Rocking your hips against him faster you drive him deeper as his cock now rubs your cervix and your walls lick his ridges.  “Rolan, you're amazing! Fantastic! I’m yours whenever you want me! Fuck! Right there!” 

Rolan’s sweating skin further flushes at your praise and his moans turn into broken whines as he fucks you faster and bounces you at the perfect pace. 

With a couple more thrusts that familiar rush floods you as you arch your back mindlessly screaming as you make a mess over Rolan's cock. With your orgasm quivering and sucking him in he stills and squeezes you tightly as his dick throbs and spurts his burning cum deep within you. Stars slowly fade from your vision as you focus on a panting Rolan still buried deep in you. 

With hooded eyes you give a lazy smile, Rolan eyes are glazed over but still focused on you as he smiles back at you. Slowly he pulls out and you wince at the feeling of the sudden emptiness. Rolan settles beside you and carefully holds you to his chest as his tail wraps around your ankle gently. 

“Rest with me for a while…then come back to the tower with me.” 

You hum in agreement as you let your relaxed state move you to one of sleep. Perfectly warm and perfectly relaxed wrapped in each other's arms. 

Larkissa is busy drying the goblets behind the bar to prepare for tonight's service. A tapping of nails on the counter gets her attention away from the task. She turns her head to see a smirking Lia. 

“A bet is a bet and I want my 50 gold,” Lia says, holding out her hand. 

Larkissa huffs and digs in her pockets, She will have to scold Rolan for not being assertive enough to make the first move.

[cosmos-coma]

Hi i was wondering if you can do a Bucky fluffy angst (modern/college au if possible) where basically him and reader are friends through steve and both have a crush on each other but don't do anything about it considering bucky is sort of a playboy and thinks reader is way out of his league and reader is sort of shy and quiet and thinks bucky is way out of here league but get together in the end

College Crushes

A/N: WOW, I'm so sorry, This has been in my inbox for like 2 months and I just didn't realize???? sorry!! So I tried to write this one out as quick as I could!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3011

Warnings: Little editing, Awkward goobers

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“Y/n, did you hear what I said at all?” Your blond friend asked a small snort of laughter hidden in his voice. 

“Hmm,” you hummed, in something akin to agreement as you lifted your mug to take a sip. 

Steve smiled, but gave you a knowing look, even if you were too distracted to receive it. He knew your painting was due at the end of this week, hence why you had been spending so much time in the studio after class hours, getting lost in the smell of acrylic and the smallest brushstrokes.

“I said: ‘You know you’re drinking paint water, right…?’” He said, barely holding back his snicker.

“Uh huh…” You mumbled, “Yeah, I totally hear what you're saying….” you continued, taking a large sip from your mug, to which your face immediately soured, and quickly spit out the paint-clouded water back into your mug. “Oh, gross! Steve!!” you complained and wiped the dribble from your face, almost undoubtedly replacing it with yet another smear of paint.

Steve was fully laughing now, shaking his head at your accidental antics, “I tried to warn you…” 

You punched his shoulder lightly, delving into your own laughter as you reached for your actual drinking mug now, “Don't laugh at me…. Punk.” you grinned and took a much-needed sip from your new mug. Steve always had a good way of putting your shyness at ease. 

He only grinned and brushed off your ‘devastating assault’, “I really do think you’re just about done… I know you still think you have a lot left, but I’d hate to see you overwork something like this.” Steve nudges you, and he would know. The two of you met not long into your freshman year, the both of you being art majors and all. While Steve tended to focus on graphite and charcoal as his medium, you had your heart covered in paint splatters from the very start. Whether oil or acrylics you found your home smoothing them across a canvas even if they didn’t always end up how you liked. 

You were thankful to have Steve, not only for his friendship which brought you out of your shell,  but also for his artistic eye; Because of your difference in mediums, Steve was always one of the first to be able to tell you if you were beginning to lose your themes by doing too much and vice versa. 

You sighed and leaned back from your painting, looking over the piece as a whole instead of its individual parts, “You’re probably right…” You scratched some of the old paint off your hand and tilted your head to the side as you continued thoughtfully, “and I can always add to it after it's graded…. Okay, you’re right… You’re right!” you held up your hands in surrender as you started packing your things away. You knew a break was for the best, and your rumbling stomach firmly agreed. 

Steve snorted and stood up with his things, “Come on, let’s get lunch before our classes start. I’m buying.”

“Well, I’ll never say no to that,” you grinned and headed out as you finished packing up the last of your things.  

You smiled as you two walked down the busy sidewalk and out of campus toward your favorite lunch spot. You finally spoke up, “Sooo, What’s the catch here?”

“No catch,” Steve smiled at you simply, “I’m just trying to be a friend worth their salt, you know?”

Steve was always a great friend, but today he was being awfully nice… maybe even too nice? As you glanced over you could see the smallest glint in the corner of his eyes. “I dunno…. “ you drawled out as you bumped him, “buying me lunch at my favorite spot when it's already so far out of our way..? Seems suspicious to me,” you observed casually with a quick shrug. 

For a moment his perfect smile faltered and his far-too-honest and good-hearted nature got the best of him, “So… I know you’re not really a party person…”

“Steve…” You groaned.

He held his hands up, “But hear me out! It won't be too loud, and there’ll be plenty of people there…. Chances are you won't have to talk to anyone if you don't really want to, but I thought it would be a nice way to get out on a Saturday night…” Steve tried to argue. 

Pursing your lips you gave him a long look, searching him for something else, “Why do you really want me to go, Steve?” 

The blond man sighed as if he really thought he might’ve had you that time, “Bucky is gonna be there….”

You shook your head so quickly you thought you’d get whiplash, “Nope. No. I’m not doing it. Sorry Steve, I can’t. I think I would actually rather drink the paint water again.”

Bucky had been, hm- how do you put this lightly? From your very first meeting, Bucky had consumed your thoughts and shaken your heart. Steve had introduced the two of you a while back now, wanting the two of his closest friends to finally get to know each other. But once you two finally met you just clammed up. You didn't even mean to! But you saw those unbelievably blue eyes and you heard his full-bodied laugh and you haven’t caught your breath since. But of course, you weren't the only one who felt this way, and you'd be silly to think so. Everyone wanted a piece of Bucky, whether for just a night, a week, or something longer and you knew you had nothing on your competition. You were far too quiet, you always had paint somewhere on your face, and you were anything but a party person. You preferred to spend your evening in with whatever takeout you could afford that week- and maybe a small game night if you were feeling especially social. But You were leagues away from what Bucky deserved, let alone from the people he’d picked and chosen from before. Yet Steve still seemed relentless in his will to bring you two together since you’d confided your feelings in him. 

He sighed and plucked out his wallet to pay for your food, “Y/n, please? I know you’re a little nervous when it comes to Buck, but there’ll be plenty of other people around to buffer and It's been a long time since we’ve all been together…” he said, looking over at you.

God, you shouldn’t have looked at those big blue golden retriever eyes…. And following a moment of hesitation, you nodded, “I… I guess I can- yeah, okay, I’ll go… just for 20 minutes,” you finally caved with a sigh, thinking only, “What am I getting myself into?”

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Taking a deep breath you stared at the house before you. The party wasn’t crazy or overflowing yet, but there was still a handful of people outside already trying to get a break from the noise and crowd. 

“Just 20 minutes?” Steve asked beside you, his well-meaning smile giving you an iota of comfort.

You nodded, giving him a small reassuring smile and a thumbs up. You smoothed out your sweater beneath your hands, it was your favorite one- comfortable, didn't have any smudges on it, and you thought the color looked rather nice on you. It was just 20 minutes. You could go in and awkwardly talk about something for 20 minutes, right? And if not- Well, there’s always punch.

With a short breath of confidence, you headed through the doors. A small sea of people spread out about as far as you could see, with little gaps here and there for people to sneak through or join in the already existing conversations. You bobbed your head gently along with the music, searching the crowds as you made your way through the dimly lit rooms.

It was an achingly slow start to 20 minutes, most of your time being spent sipping punch while Steve talked to anybody and everybody as if he was personally running for mayor. So you stood quietly, nodding and smiling when people laughed and making expressions that seemed to match the conversation as you looked around for anyone you knew. The whole buzz of endless conversation seemed to get monotonous and verge on overwhelming as you listened in, until a particular laugh rang out, one that was hearty and familiar and made your heart rattle in its wake. 

You turned to confirm your suspicions and lo and behold there he was. Across the room, through the sea of people, you could see Bucky standing there like a lighthouse promising safe harbor.   His blue eyes squinted with laughter as he flashed the whitest smile and made some retort you hate that you couldn’t hear. Just the sight of him made your whole body heat up pleasantly, your lips splitting into a wide smile as your eyes just refused to leave him. 

It was only when he happened to glance over that you realized you were still staring, but he didn’t seem bothered. No, he simply grinned and raised his hand above the crowd to get your attention, urging you to stay where you were while he made his way over. 

Only his path got intercepted. 

A bright, bubbly girl maneuvered up beside him with no problem from the crowd, her arms wrapping around his bicep as she pulled him in possessively close. If that didn’t make your stomach turn enough, the kiss she planted right on his cheek surely did. 

You couldn’t even think enough hide the way your face fell, your whole posture deflating beneath you as your stomach dropped to the floor. “Hey, Steve…?” your voice squeaked out, your throat closed like a vice as you couldn’t pull your eyes away. “I’m gonna walk home, okay? I’ll see you later, I just- I need to go…” You managed to get out, not waiting around to hear out whatever argument he had to urge you to stay. 

“Y/n? Y/n, wait-” The blond urged as he looked around, immediately spotting Bucky and the unfamiliar girl he was trying to shake off, “Wait- It’s dark out, don’t walk alone!” Steve called back to you, but his only answer was the click of the closing door over the murmurs of the crowd. He went to say his briefest goodbyes and run after you when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. “Buck?” 

“I’ll go after her,” Bucky assured him, his face worried and serious as you ran off into the night by yourself, “You stay here, I’ll walk her home.” he finished before quickly making his own way out the front door and down the dark street. 

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You huffed an angry sigh and shoved your hands deep into your all-too-shallow pockets. “Why am I even upset?” you thought to yourself with a biting tone, “you’re the one who's out of his league! You’ve said so yourself! Shouldn’t you just be happy he has someone that will be better for him…?”

“I hate parties…” you mumbled as you passed beneath the streetlight, pulling your foot back to kick the small rock resting on the sidewalk. “Aaaand of course I missed…. ” you think bitterly as your foot whiffs right past the rock, not even a bit of movement to prove your effort. 

“Hey…” A low familiar voice sounded out behind you, its owner coming closer as they jogged up to your side “What did that rock ever do to you?” Bucky grinned at you, half joking as he fell into step beside you. 

“Bucky…?” you breathed, your mood already lightening at the mere presence of it, but you quickly tamped it down, “Oh, right well… The rock…uh, tried to mug me” you half-heartedly joked, “ Really put me between a rock and a hard place, if you know what I mean. But don't worry, I beat it off.” You said with an awkward laugh, internally kicking yourself for such a bad joke and with a pun to top it off at that. 

But Bucky still snorted a laugh, his thumb jabbing back in the rock's direction as you both continued on, “You want me to go back there and kick it for you?” 

You grinned and shook your head, “No, No, that's okay… I think it's learned its lesson…”

You two walked in comfortable silence for a moment, a small smile resting on your face, but inside your heart still weighed heavy upon you. 

“Why did you leave...?” Bucky finally asked and for a moment you swore you heard something akin to hurt in his voice, “I had finally gotten a chance to see you again.” he said, quickly adding, “I just mean… it’s been a while since you, me, and Steve got to hang out. I, ah… guess I’ve sort of missed it with everything going on…”

You tried to ignore the way your heart squeezed in your chest and looked down at your wringing hands as you answered, “I just… It was getting too much for me,” you lied, thinking back to the confident kiss that girl planted on his cheek, “and I didn’t want to distract you from your time with… other people.”

Bucky furrowed his brow as he listened and stepped in closer to you as you hit a dark stretch of broken streetlamps. He was so close now, you could smell the faint scent of cologne coming up from his jacket. Your hands, both chilled by the late fall air, brushed together as you walked in time, though neither of you were brave enough to reach to the other. 

“You mean that girl from before?” He motioned back to the now-distant party as he spoke, “I’m not even sure who that was.” He laughed a bit, “she said her friends dared her to kiss me, but I’m not sure….” 

The weight of your heart eased significantly as you took in a quiet breath of relief, “that seems… huh…” you said as you frowned and rounded the corner, you could see the porchlight your house now and the keys jingled around your pocket as you tried to fish out the right one. 

“I agree…” Bucky said, letting out an exaggerated shudder. Despite the lights now populating your last few steps home Bucky’s protective presence did not waver, his shoulders brushing against yours now and again as you stepped up onto the porch and took out your keys.

Despite fumbling with them you finally manage to open the front door and take half a step inside, “Thank you for walking me home, Buck,” you smiled, “and threatening to beat up a rock for me...” 

That pearly white grin nearly blinded you despite the dark of night, “Of course, I’m always happy to rough up a pebble for you- but uh, I might draw the line at boulders, just so you know.” 

You bit your lip as you chucked, feeling butterflies bounce around your stomach uncontrollably, “Noted…. I should probably let you go before Steve does something stupid and heroic… But I’ll see you soon?” you proposed as you leaned into the doorframe, “Goodnight, Buck…”

He couldn't restrain the grin that parted his lips at the prospect of seeing you again so soon, and seemed to stumble over himself as he backed down the short staircase, “Right… right, I should- Goodnight, y/n…” His grin never left as he finally turned to leave…

… But something stopped him at the bottom of the stairs, “Wait-” He interjected into the silence. His lips tightened as he seemed to fight with himself for a moment, before finally turning back to you with a look of nervous determination in his eyes.

“Y/n, I…” his words paused as he searched for the next ones, his whole demeanor had shifted, not quite the suave confident soul you had always seen, but an endearingly awkward version of him. “I don't know if I’ll ever have the guts to say this again, but I- Y/n, I really like you…” Bright blue eyes met yours as you continued. 

“You’re thoughtful and genuine, and you always have paint on your face- even now-” He laughed softly, pointing to his ear.

“Oh, Shit-” you mumbled, rubbing it off quickly. 

“But it’s what I love about you. You do what you love and you pour yourself into it every time. And even though you’re quiet, when you do speak your words say volumes. You're funny, and kind, and just… so far beyond me that I know I don’t have a chance, but I just had to try why I still had the nerve.” He rushed to finish, ending with a deep breath as he urged himself to wait for your answer. 

Your face burned with the full heat of the sun as you tried to take in Bucky's words, He thought you were out of his league????

“You… I…. “ You had to laugh, your heart so unbelievably light as it all really hit you- he liked you!  You! 

“Bucky, are you serious..? I’ve had a crush on you from the moment I met you. You smiled and laughed and I haven’t been the same ever since.” You rubbed your blushing cheeks, trying to will away the embarrassing hue as you continued, softer, “But you could have anyone- there’s always people falling at your feet, I just figured I could never compete with the likes of them…” 

Wait, you liked him too? You said you liked him too?? With newfound confidence Bucky took another step forward, his fingers reaching out to you in invitation, which you gladly accepted. “You’re right… You could never compete with them,” he started, “ It simply wouldn’t be fair to make them compete in something they could never dream of winning.”

Your cheeks hurt from the sheer force of your smile and as you looked down at your linked fingers you swore your heart would fly away. 

“Um… Bucky, can I-”

“Please” He rushed, his own grin spanning from ear to ear as he leaned in for a kiss.

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→ “the most pleasant surprise.” || ahn yujin x reader fic.

— yujin cuts her hair short, and you don't know what to do with yourself...

word count: 2.4k.

dynamic: sub!ahn yujin x (soft) dom!reader.

content warnings: smut, praise kink, fingering.

requested? : nope.

a/n: i'm still obsessed with her short hair so this plot is very relevant!! 😤😤 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY GIRLFRIEND, MY BOYFRIEND, MY WIFE, THE WORLD'S BEST PUPPY AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, MY LITTLE LEWSER 🥺🥺🥺 i love her sosososo much guys i—

"do you guys think (y/n) will like it...?"

"if she doesn't, break up with her." gaeul says, patting yujin's shoulders as the girl stared at her reflection in the mirror.

wonyoung sighs deeply, "please don't say that."

"i'm kidding... for the most part."

"unnie."

the front door clicks open and the three girls whipped their heads towards the direction of the living room. an unsettling feeling settles in yujin's stomach when she hears the familiar shuffling of you taking off your coat amd dropping your bags, along with your gentle humming and random mumbles. what if you don't like her new look?

"hi, (y/n)! how was your day? anything interesting happen at work?" gaeul called out, pulling yujin up to her feet and nudging her out of her room. yujin shakes her head, too afraid to move a step out the door. the eldest rolled her eyes and attempted to drag yujin out herself, but of course, the girl was too tall and strong to budge.

"it was okay! there was one customer that kind of annoyed me to the point i almost spit in his coffee but other than that," the girls hears you yawn cutely. yujin's heart skips a beat, and she leans on wonyoung for the dramatic effect. the youngest of the three snickered, while gaeul grimaced. "it was a very fulfilling day."

"that's good. your girlfriend's here, by the way." gaeul says, once again pushing yujin out of the room.

"yujinnie?" they could hear the joy in your voice. "yujinnie!" the girl in question could cry. she loved you so much.

"unnie, just go. she'll love it, i promise." wonyoung whispered, now joining gaeul in nearly shoving yujin out the room. it was only a matter of time until yujin gave in and when she did, she stumbled out the door and into the hallway where you stood. fortunately enough, yujin didn't have to deal with your reaction just yet because you just turned around, staring at the kitchen.

gaeul groans, burying her face on her hands, frustrated at the two of you. wonyoung stifles a laugh at yujin awkwardly standing, not knowing what to do with herself at all.

"hm. i kind of want something warm to drink..." you mumbled, scratching your head.

fuck it. yujin huffed and mustering all the courage she had in her body, she stomps over to where you were and hugged you from behind. "hi." she said, planting a kiss on the back of your head.

"hey, baby! i was just wondering where—"

you paused. no, you froze.

slowly, you turned around and yujin takes a step back, letting you look at her entire face. saying that she was nervous was an understatement. she felt like she was going to have a heart attack... but the look on your face eases her mind just a bit. you looked at her in awe, rather than distaste.

despite everything that clouded yujin's head, you smiled at her, "wow." you breathed out.

(gaeul nods proudly at the scene, "yujin is so getting laid."

"unnie!"

but wonyoung knew the older girl was right.)

"i was afraid you wouldn't like it... i've never been more happy in being wrong." yujin says shyly.

"what? why wouldn't i like it? i love it," you ran your hand down her short brown locks, grinning. you then cupped her cheeks in your hands and pulled her in for a quick kiss, but it turns into you just peppering yujin's entire face with kisses while she giggles cutely. "i love you."

yujin's heart has never felt fuller.

"okay, break it up. let's have dinner." gaeul says, patting your back as she passed by with wonyoung following close behind. yujin gives you a brief kiss on the cheek before taking your arm and pulling you to the kitchen. jiwon, rei, and hyunseo had already eaten dinner and chose to retreat to the second dorm to play around. fortunately.

throughout the entire dinner, you couldn't keep your eyes off of your girlfriend. you looked at her with a dumb smile on your face because she looked so happy with her new hair, and every time she catches your stares, you would shyly look away. it was as if you were crushing on her for the first time all over again. not that you ever stopped. you still pined for her even though you've been dating for god knows how long.

it's just that... something about her new look felt so refreshing for your entire relationship.

you volunteered to wash the dishes, even though wonyoung and gaeul pleaded for you to just sit down and rest. well, wonyoung pleaded, gaeul tried to argue with you about it. but you felt... rather shy to be around yujin now. the thought of being alone with her, well, it makes your face heat up way too much. she just looked too good!!

well, it wasn't like you could avoid her, anyway. because you were halfway through rinsing the plates when she hugged you from behind, "do you need help?"

you beamed at her, and shook your head. "just a kiss." you puckered your lips towards her, and she laughs before giving you what you wanted.

yujin didn't leave after that. she stayed behind you, chatting with you about her day, telling you about all the funny things that happened when she first showed her hair to the younger ones. and in return, you told her about the good things that happened at work. yujin was staring at you with what gaeul called 'heart eyes' the entire time you were talking, and she could not stop kissing you every minute.

"so we're gonna go now," gaeul says suddenly. wonyoung stands behind her, smiling sweetly at the two of you. you were her favorite couple. "have fun. don't be too loud... save some for tomorrow?"

"what—"

"bye-bye!" wonyoung pulls gaeul out of the dorm and closes the door behind her. you and yujin hear the two of them snickering before they entered the other dorm. you turned your head back to the sink, knowing exactly what gaeul meant.

was it so obvious that you wanted to fuck yujin because her new look turned you on like crazy? perhaps you did stare too much...

you started feeling hot. yujin's breath tickled your neck and her lips just barely ghosted over your skin, giving you goosebumps and shivers down your spine. feeling her chest on your back, her groin against your ass, and her arms around your waist, hands just barely lingering near your private parts... it was all too much.

and it didn't help that when you looked back at her, her eyes were dark. so inviting and captivating.

"baby," she tugs at the waistband of your skirt. "can... can you—"

"i-i, um... i have to wash up." you gently wriggled yourself out of her hold and rushed into her bedroom. you quickly took some clothes from her drawer and retreated into the bathroom, pressing your back against the door with your face all red and sweaty. you wondered if this was the right time. sure, yujin looked like she was asking for it, but... was she really?

yes, yujin had quite a bit of a track record of 'asking for it' during special times. but did this count as a special time? it was all you were thinking about while you were in the shower. uh, no, not fucking yujin in the shower—although that can be done in the future... wait, what were you talking about?

nevertheless, you left the bathroom the same as you entered it; with a bright red blush on your cheeks that got significantly worse when you saw your girlfriend sitting crossed-legged on her bed, pouting at you. but her eyes softened at the sight of you wearing one of her shirts, you looked adorable in them.

"s-shower's available... if you want to go in there..." you timidly walked to the left side of the bed and sat there stiffly. yujin watched as you awkwardly started scrolling through... your calendar on your phone? okay, she has to clear the air now.

"(y/n), is it my hair? did you change your mind about it?"

you gasped, offended that she would think such a thing. "no! you look beautiful, love! w-what do you even mean by that...?"

yujin toys with the hem of her sweater—your sweater. "well, you've been kind of weird since wonyoung and gaeul-unnie left. made me think that you just pretended to like my hair to avoid a fight with them or something..." she was mumbling by the end of her sentence. immediately, you put your phone on the bedside table and scooted closer to your girlfriend.

"honey, i would never do that kind of thing," you pulled her back slightly so she could look at you. the short hair really did look amazing on her. you were falling in love all over again. "ugh, i did this... i'm sorry, yujin. it was a misunderstanding."

yujin touches the ends of her hair, blushing just a bit. "you really like it...?"

you cupped her cheek with one hand, pulling her closer and closer by the second. "i told you before," you tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, smiling brightly. "i love it. and i love you." then yujin closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly and hoping that you get her message. and of course you do. you gave her a quick peck on the lips, making her flutter her eyes open and stare you down.

she wanted more, so you give her more.

you finally kissed her with passion this time, tasting mint and her lip gloss on your tongue. both of you moved back on the bed so yujin was against the headrest and you were on top of her, your hands under her sweater and hers combing through your damp hair. it was easy to pull off her shorts, as well as her panties, but you decided to keep her sweater—your sweater, again—on.

"touch me, please, (y/n)..." yujin whispered while you busied your lips on her collarbone. not feeling like being a tease, your hand trails up from her knee to her inner thighs and finally, to her pussy. she was soaked, why wouldn't she? she has been waiting for this the entire night. she wouldn't stop squirming in her seat earlier during dinner. thoughts of you doing things to her invading her head while she watched you laugh and chat with her members. her heart jumping whenever she found you staring at her... yujin needed you so badly.

yujin gasps as you slowly inserted two fingers inside her at the same time. she covers her mouth, but ultimately finds her hands clutching onto your shirt once you pulled your fingers out again. she was already clenching around your fingers, her walls just sucking you in out of pure desperation to have you stimulate her and make her feel good. you thrusted inside her again, a little harder this time, and she moans.

perhaps your pace was a little too slow for her liking, because yujin had started bucking her hips upward whenever you pulled you retreated your fingers. "faster?" you asked. yujin nodded and tightened her hold on your shirt as you obliged.

"mhmm.. ah— (y/n).. right there... feels s-so good... please.."

yujin secures one leg around your waist as if you were planning on going anywhere. you curled your fingers inside her, making her arch her back and moan loudly.

"you're doing so good, baby..." you kissed her cheek and increased your speed. her moans, her breathing, and the lewd sounds of her slick pumping back into her cunt whenever your fingers pounded into her... god, it was all such a turn on. not to mention that it was easier to see her pretty face now that her hair didn't stick to her skin.

"my love? are you feeling alright?" you asked, seeing that yujin had her teary eyes completely glued to the ceiling. she blinks and looks back at you, nodding and pulling you in for a kiss. she could be so cute when she was under you like this. being the leader, yujin didn't always get the attention and care she needed from her members. mostly because the care and attention in question could only be given by you, her girlfriend, but it wasn't like you were around all the time to give her all that.

so, yujin just completely melts when she's intimate with you like this.

yujin's breathing gets quicker, and she was holding onto you for dear life— moaning on your shoulder, nails digging into the fabric of your shirt, and biting her lip near to the point of wounding herself. she has completely stilled on the bed, letting you fuck her in that moderately fast pace that she liked so much. you were hitting all the right spots inside of her, all the spots that tied that knot in her stomach tighter and tighter the longer you went on.

"you're gonna come now, okay? i got you." you kissed her forehead, and all it took was one rub on her clit before she came, screaming your name as she did so. yujin's juices spurted out of her pussy and into your palm, wetting the bedsheets underneath as well as a bit of your shirt.

you pulled out of her cunt and embraced her tightly, "good job, angel. you did so well. my baby..." yujin was slowly succumbing to a deep sleep as she came down from her high, but hearing your words still made her smile a little. with what little strength she has left, she pulled away from your hug slightly and kissed you.

"i love you so much..." yujin whispered, lightly running her thumb across your bottom lip before hiding her face on the crook of your neck. if she wasn't all over you right now, you would have been rolling around the bed and kicking your feet in the air. yes, it was you who fucked the hell out of yujin tonight but she will always, always have your heart in a chokehold. she will always make you feel like everything is a first time.

falling in love with her was the greatest gift you have ever received.

at the end of the night, when you've turned off all of the lights and pulled the blanket over yujin and yourself, you could only say the words you will never get tired of telling her, and the only words she deserves to hear forever.

"i love you, ahn yujin."

[webslingingslasher]

Oh I just thought about something, (it’s always frat!Peter related when is it not?) what does frat!peter do when trouble faints for some reason in front of him, I feel like situationship or bf he would totallyyy panic right? I can just imagine him standing wide eyed like 😳

i feel like u also sent this..... u ain't slick!

'yesterday me and my friends were hanging out outside and i forgot to eat and drink all day and i passed out in the middle of the sesh 😭 can i get a frat!peter scenario??'

i mean, he does have spidey senses so maybe he feels a little off but can't place it. he'll sit next to you in case shit goes down and he needs to cover your body or get you out of there safely. peter's gone quiet, he's still included in the conversation but the better part of him is trying to place that icky feeling.

it's dialed to nine hundred when you loop your arm around his elbow, he looks right over at you, he thinks you're the reason his senses are going haywire.

'you okay, trouble?'

your blink quick, black dots are everywhere. your tongue feels thick, it's work to push the words out. they slur, 'i think i'm gonna.... pass..' your head smacks into his shoulder, you're limp against him. your hand drops, peter pulls you tight so you don't fall backwards.

'oh shit,' he's not sure what to do, his heart rate picks up. peter's a smart guy but when the person he cares for most passes out he feels frozen. does he call for help, slap you awake, pour water on your head?

you answer for him, slowly raising your head with a groan. it was ten seconds but it felt like a lifetime to him.

you smack your lips, you can't remember the last time you had water, it sounded heavenly. your vison is blurry, you went from seeing black to looking around disorented.

'what happened?' your hands slap around the table, you can't find your water bottle. you can't remember if you grabbed it this morning. your throat feels like sandpaper when you swallow spit, peter can't stop looking at your sluggish movements. his brain hasn't caught up.

'water,' that's all it takes for peter to wrap your arm back around his, making a point for you to squeeze him for dear life. he's handing over his personal bottle, heart rate settling when you choke it down.

you're not shy, you gulp every drop through the plastic straw. when nothings left but empty slurping sounds you set the metal down, gasping for air.

'wow, that's good.'

'are you okay?' peter can't think of what else to say.

'yeah, i don't think i had any water today. or food, do you have anything?' peter's busy rooting thorugh his backpack, he has to have something, even if it's a granola bar. 'i feel snacky, you know what i could go for? one of those sandwiches with white bread, the kind that sticks to the roof of your mouth?'

peter breathes out rushed, 'yeah, it's all gummy too.' his shoulders relax when he finds a crushed pack of oreos, at least it's something. he slides it to you, 'eat these and i'll take you home and make you a sandwich.'

you shrug, sounds like a good deal to you.

peter moves to wrap his arm around you, tucking you under his shoulder. he gives several kisses to your temple.

'thank god you're okay.'

you almost teased him, but his relief makes you feel warm. you accept his doting.

'i'd be better with a sticky sandwich.'

peter wipes crumbs from your mouth, 'lets go. you're piggybacking.'

[seancekitsch]

How about Lucifer and one of Angel or Cherri's wild party friends?

If it blows up in your face, you can always say it was a dare.

Cherri’s words ricochet in your head like a pinball as you look down at the hand next to yours. The gloved hand so close that if you were to twitch, you’d touch fingers. Normally by this time of night you’d be at the club, or at some party, but instead here you were behind the bar at the Hazbin Hotel; a structure dedicated to a redemption you weren’t sure you believed in. And here you are, full of nerves, teaching the King of Hell himself how to make a cocktail. He’s done pretty good at it, which is expected, because you’re pretty sure he’s lied about not knowing how to make an Appletini. He’s like ten thousand fucking years old, of course he knows how to make an Appletini; he probably invented them.

But now that there’s drinks in front of the two of you, and Husk away from his normal post to have a night with Angel, the two of you take up the space to people watch. Its impressive, really, how much Charlie’s gotten-

A gloved finger curling over your pinky stops any thought, and you look down to where Lucifer has just made a move. Well, a move way subtler than you’re used to.

“Sorry if this is ah- a slow night for you,” Lucifer sounds a little guilty as he turns his face towards yours, his eyes following a couple that had recently checking into the hotel instead of meeting yours though.

“Oh! no,” you chuckle as you nudge your joined fingers, “slow is okay, really.”

“Well, I- I just figure you’re used to something more fun than this,” he tilts his head down, averting your attention now fully on him, “Like I know you turned down Cherri’s invitation tonight to hang out with me, and I really appreciate that, but I know-“

“Lucifer,” you interrupt, “Do you want to go to a club or something?”

You chuckle at the confusion on his face.

“You know, if you’re so worried about tonight being slow.”

You should have quit while you were ahead, you think as you lead a disguised Lucifer by the hand through a club in the Vee’s turf. He looks so wildly out of place trailing behind you. You’re lucky enough that you have a standing reservation for a couch at this particular club, and you quickly gesture to Lucifer to sit once you’ve reached it. A waitress appears immediately and brings two glasses with ice and a bottle of Velvette’s custom vanilla vodka as you usually get.

“Is it normally-“ Lucifer shouts over the music, “always this loud?”

You nod enthusiastically as you pour up for both of you, eyes surveying the crowd. No one has seemed to notice you or your guest, which is ideal right now. A scandal for Lucifer would absolutely ruin anything between the two of you.

You lean in, flirtatiously close until your lips almost touch the shell of his ear.

“This is my booth,” you explain, “Nobody can sit unless I let them, so we can people watch uninterrupted.”

He seems to relax at your words, and clinks his glass against yours before taking a big swig.

Lucifer almost immediately sputters, coughing most of the vodka back into the glass.

“Oh wow! That is! Oh!” he exclaims, not even hiding his disgust as you laugh sympathetically.

“Not a fan?” you joke, before reassuring him, “Don’t worry, me neither.”

“Why do you drink it then?” he asks, gesturing at how easily you’re sipping at it.

“Comes with the booth,” you explain, taking his glass from him, pouring his contents into yours, spit and all.

He eyes you up at that move, not exactly hiding the fact that he’s taking in the sight of your body. You practically shiver under his gaze, feeling bashful now because of him. Butterflies swarm in your stomach, and maybe if he wasn’t the literal King of Hell you’d lean over and kiss him.

Instead you chicken out.

“Let me grab you something you will like,” you offer, gesturing to the bar at the wall to the left of the couch. You stand up before he can protest, taking a big sip of the glass now containing his drink and yours, and place it down on the little table in front of the couch before you head away.

Lucifer wishes he had played it cooler with the vodka. If he had, maybe you’d be on the couch right now, your hip oh so close to his, and his nerves dissolving enough to maybe try to grab your hand again. Or ask you to get on the dance floor. Or fuck it, kiss you. He stares fixated at the drink, trying and failing to not read too much into it. You’d drank from it even after you’d watched him make an ass of himself and spit into it. You willingly drank his spit, and, was that flirting? It was weird to him, thats for sure. But you’re one of Cherri and Angel’s friends, wild and barely tamed by his daughter’s redemption program, and maybe this is modern flirting in hell. Lilith never did anything like that, but then again, she took off without a word a decade ago. Maybe thats what flirting looks like these days; maybe Lilith does this now too. Maybe he should stop thinking of his ex-wife when the curve of your ass and the promise of your attention has him glued to his seat and waiting for your return. Why had he even suggested this club? He wonders, and then remembers the brittle coldness of insecurity that crept up on him in the lobby, seeing such a carefree woman like yourself cooped up with him on a night he knows you cancelled plans for. He thinks back to the drink, and counts it as a bizarre, one way, first kiss, and lets himself feel the rhythm of the music bumping around him, one song bleeding into the next, until a familiar raised voice breaks the thrum of noise.

You tap your card on the bar absentmindedly as you wait for the bottle of wine you ordered for Lucifer, something you’ve known he drinks and that the bar cannot screw up. This bartender was from Sloth, so of course you expected slow service, but this was something else. Why had you even offered to leave instead of waving over a waitress? You were finally getting somewhere with Lucifer before the vodka incident, and maybe you’d be dancing or making out or even just having a very good conversation while sat in his lap.

An arm around your waist shakes you from your thoughts, and you turn, ready to excitedly greet the man and explain the hold up, but that doesn’t happen. A bull like sinner has decided to grab you, something that maybe a few years ago might flatter you, but the thought churns your stomach now to be touched by anyone but Lucifer like this. Damn, you’ve really gone soft for him, huh?

You shake the man off, glaring as you make your disinterest known, but he just puts his hand back, now on your hip. Bold! You tap your card harder, hoping if you get this wine you can scurry back to the table quickly and this will be over.

“Put that card away,” the sinner says, “I’ve got something for you.”

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah, drugged no doubt,” you sneer, and the sheepish look on his face tells you that your assumption was correct. Bold and disgusting!

“Listen I’ll-“

“I’m with someone!” you practically shout, but that doesn’t make the sinner back off.

“Well I don’t see-“

You spin on your heels, pulling yourself from his grasp.

“I do not care who you are, I do not want whatever you have, I do not want whatever you want from me!” you are shouting now, not caring about a scene because finally the fucking wine is being placed on the bar so you can get out of this area. Lucifer can get his own drinks for the rest of the night, or better yet, you can go back to the hotel.

The sinner bares his teeth, and you’re certain he’s growling under the throbbing beat of the music. You back up, grabbing the wine with you and ready to run until you back into another person. You sigh, not really ready for an ambush and not really wanting to break this bottle over someone’s head without letting Lucifer drink at least a little bit of it. You turn, ready to fight, but you’re greeted by Lucifer’s disguise. Immediately you calm down. Lucifer won’t let anything bad happen to you.

“The lady said she’s with someone,” he explains, voice even and deadly, before he leads you away quicker than the other sinner can really retaliate.

Lucifer guides you back to the couch, but you walk straight past it, heading for the door. He follows quickly, grabbing your hand not unlike before. You walk until you reach the heavy steel door, pushing it open with your shoulder and letting the cool air of the alley hit you in the face.

“What about your section?” Lucifer asks, genuine concern in his voice. You motion at your other hand, the one not interlaced in his at the full bottle of wine you held onto as you walked out.

“Fuck the section, I wanna go back to the hotel,” you say, trying not to look as embarrassed as you felt. Why did that have to happen? The night was nice, albeit awkward, and that guy had to go and ruin it, and Lucifer had to get involved. You can handle yourself, and Lucifer doesn’t get out much, and that place must have seemed so… so.

You hold out the wine for him, and he takes it and sips from it, wine spilling out onto his lips. Fucking hot, even in disguise.

“I was enjoying our quiet night, I’m sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t,” you admit, inspecting your boots now as if they were immensely interesting.

“No! I just didn’t want to— to bore you,” Lucifer steps into your space, the toes of his shoes resting barely an inch from yours, and then a portal opens and his disguise fades, familiar red and gold on the other side.

You both step through, and find yourselves in the hallway that leads to his observatory.

Lucifer’s hand doesn’t leave yours though, not until you’re in the window covered room and staring out at all of Pentagram city. It’s almost beautiful from up here.

“I guess this was kind of a disaster, huh?” Lucifer tries to joke, but he cannot hide the way he winces at his own words.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you reply, but yes you fucking could. It was awkward and uncomfortable and neither of you had fun. But still…

“I got to spend time with you, I accidentally stole that bottle of wine so I saved money, and I got to hold your hand,” you listed out all the good things, all the things that made you want the night to last eternally.

“And we’re still hanging out!” Lucifer points out, and you cannot help but gravitate towards him again. He holds up the bottle to you, and you drink from it. The bottle his lips were just on. If you try hard enough, you could probably make out his taste from it.

He smiles brightly at you, and you cannot chicken out this time.

“Can I hold your hand again?” you ask, and his hand eagerly reaches for yours.

“Is that all you want to do?” he asks, leaning into you.

“Oh, I wanna do a lot to you,” you admit, smile growing as a blush spreads across his cheeks.

“But I wanna take it slow tonight.”

[ermdontmindthisaccount]

A Parties Quickey

@fionaheartswomen : smut were chris and y/n fuck at a party in the bathroom and matt hears them and knocks on the door telling them to stfu.

⚠️WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT! ⚠️

3rd Perspective

Chris had invited you to a party that Nick, Matt and Chris had been invited to. You were nervous because you weren’t invited but Chris reassured you.

CHRIS 🩷🌚

Hey baby are you ready?

Y/N

I’m almost ready you can start heading to my apartment but I’m kinda nervous babe.

CHRIS 🩷🌚

Why what’s wrong baby?

Y/N

I don’t know. I just don’t think that I should go since I wasn’t invited.

CHRIS 🩷🌚

My love don’t say that. You’re going to the party. You’re going to be my plus one 😘.

Y/N

Okay, whatever you say baby. Text me when you’re here.

Y/N POV

I want to wear something revealing I want to tease Chris. I had the perfect outfit picked out. A short dress that went straight to the lower of my thighs. A dress that hugged me in all the right places. Chris is gonna love this. I hear a knock at the door. I put on my heels and I opened the door. It was Chris.

“Hi, baby!” I said. He stared at me up and down. “Hey, my love. Wow, you look so beautiful.” I look at Chris as he mesmerizes my body. “I don’t know if I did too much-“ he cuts me off. “No baby you look stunning” I give him a quick kiss. “Well come on we can’t keep Matt and Nick waiting,” I smirk.

At the party

Me, Matt, Nick and Chris entered the party we were greeted by Larray and Madi.

“Hi Madii I missed you,” I said as I hugged her. She hugged me back, “Hii Y/N you look stunning oh my god. How has Chris not done anything?” I smirked, “ I wanted to tease him tonight. I want to see how far he can go.” She giggled, “Good luck with that.”

I went to get a drink I could feel someone creeping around. I look up and it’s Chris.

“Hi, baby!” I said as I hugged him rubbing against his semi-boner. “Someone’s excited tonight!” I giggled.

Chris POV

She looks so beautiful tonight. Her dress looks so good on her. She’s so perfect. I can’t wait to take this off her tonight.

She hugged me and I knew she could feel my semi-boner. I know she was teasing me. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“You look so fucking beautiful tonight,” I whispered in her ear. I could feel my boner grow by the second.

Y/N POV

“We’ll come on Chris let’s go dance it’s a party isn’t it?” I said innocently with a sly grin. I pulled away from the hug but as I turned around he pulled me close to him. He was hugging me from behind. I could feel his dick grow on me.

“Chris..” I whispered. “Y/N I need you so bad.” He said sternly.

I grab his hand and start walking as I lead him into the bathroom. I closed the door behind him and I pressed my lips against his. He was pressed against the door as we started making out. He led me to the sink counter I sat on the counter with my legs open and Chris was in between them. It went from a make-out sesh to a rough one. He started kissing my neck leaving deep dark purple hickies. I slightly moaned as he placed hickeys on my neck.

“Chris. I need you.” I said in a whiny voice. “I know you do princess.”

He lifted my dress and pulled my panties down. He had unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down.

“Spit.” He said as he held his hand out. I spat in his hand. “Good girl.” He said as he rubbed my spit on his cock. He rubbed my clit as he pumped two fingers into me.

“Chris!” I moaned. “Shhh you can’t be loud.” He said sternly.

He had been teasing me for the past few minutes as I whined and moaned.

“Chris just fuck me,” I said in a whiny voice as I gave him fuck me eyes.

He had picked me up and bent me over the sink as he positioned me inside my entrance.

“Are you ready?” He said. I nodded as he started pumping inside of me.

I moaned as his large cock entered me. I can never get used to Chris’s size.

He’s started pumping in me faster. “F-fuck Chris! Ngh you feel so good in me.” I moaned.

His thrusts started getting sloppier so I knew he was getting close but that didn’t stop him from going faster. I moaned louder as each thrust got faster. “C-Chris I’m so close. Fuck ugh!”

Matt’s POV

I was with Madi and Nick. “Hold on y’all I’ll be right back I have to use the bathroom.” I start walking towards the bathroom. I try opening the door but it’s locked. As I was about to go find another bathroom I hear “C-Chris I’m so close. Fuck ugh!”. Is that Y/N and Chris there’s no way they are fucking at a party. I knocked on the door and said “Keep it down in their love birds!”

Y/N POV

We hear someone knock and it’s Matt. He says “Keep it down in their love birds!”.

But Chris did not care he still went faster. I felt myself getting close to cumming.

“Chris I’m gonna cum!” I said moaning. “Cum with me princess.” He said groaning.

Chris came in me as I came around his cock. I let out a loud moan as I catch my breath. Chris groans as he pulls out of me. He grabs toilet paper and wipes the cum off his cock. He gives me toilet paper as I clean myself.

“I fucking love you, Chris,” I say as I stand up and pull my panties up.

We walked out as we finished getting dressed and cleaned up and we saw Matt, Nick and Madi staring at us from the party kitchen. Me and Chris look at each other as we nervously start walking towards them.

“Hey, guys..” I said smiling nervously.

“I thought y’all were gonna fuck at home not at the party!” Madi whispered to me. “You told them!” I told Matt while blushing. “Not my fault I just wanted to use the bathroom!” He giggled. “Nasty I say! Nasty!” Nick says sarcastically.

HI, GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY FIRST ONE-SHOT! (And my first writing!) y’all I barely started bare with me. Do y’all enjoy this or should I stop? Leave y’all’s feedback, please!

[trendywaifus]

Hello mako! This is for the weekly request, ZZZ. May I request reader trying to find out Qingyi's favourite tea, please?? With how much she likes teasing and pranks I'm sure she wouldn't say easily. Thaaanks!

hihi amu! i don’t know too much about qingyi since I sadly skipped her for zhu yuan. lemme know if I got things wrong !

“ captain zhu yuan, is this qingyi’s cup, right? “

you asked, walking into the break room, pointing down at the seemingly hot cup of tea. it looked bit darker than usual. well, a little too dark to be straight tea. zhu yuan gives you a confusing look as she puts some of her gear in her locker. “ yes it is, qingyi left for a bit—wh-what are you doing?! “

with nimble fingers, you take it upon yourself to bring the cup of “tea” to your lips and sipped on it.

“ bleh! “ you abruptly spit out the contents of the cup at the sudden bitter taste of black coffee. “ what the fu—excuse my professionalism, but why in the hell would she ever drink black coffee? does she even drink— oh. .wow. “

qingyi probably left this there unattended for someone like you to come along and drink it. like, has she ever left her precious tea sitting alone? why couldn’t she be normal and tell you her favorite tea? that damn geezer.

“ qingyi. “ you sat down besides the android 5 minutes before a special squad meeting. she hums, blowing steam away from her fresh, hot cup of tea.

“ yes? “

“ hurry, tell me what tea you’re drinking right now. “

she sighs, casually taking a long sip of her tea. “ why? do you want a cup? “

“ you—no, i don’t want a cup, i just want to know what kind of tea you’re drinking! “ you nearly whined, pouting.

“ how demanding. if you really want to know, young one, it’s green tea. “

“ but, is it your favorite though? “

zhu yuan walks into the room with a few folders tucked under her arms. your brow twitch with annoyance as qingyi takes her sweet time with answering your question. she hums thoughtfully, taking a another sip from her tea. “ qingyi, stop stalling and tell me—“

“ okay everyone, it’s almost time to start the meeting. “

“ DAMN IT! “ you shouted out of impulse and the room goes quiet, perplexed and amused stares locking onto you. embrassment swells in your belly and you sink into the chair.

“ and she’s not even telling me! she’s constantly ducking and dodging my questions, deliberately leaves her cups of “tea” behind, and then teases me like “ it is best to wait for an answer before demanding it, you youngsters are always so impatient nowadays. what if I can’t recall my favorite brand of tea? i’m quite old you know. “ you imitated her mannerisms to seth and sighed irritably.

“ erm, have you tried sitting down and drink tea with her to find out? “

“. . . “

“ hm, finally changed your approach? “ qingyi asks, a sliver of smugness in her voice as she prepares a pot of tea for you and her. you sighed with defeat, sitting back into the chair. “ yes. i’ve been impatient anyways right? i’ll wait for an answer over a cup of tea with you. “

she chuckles, pouring the pot’s contents into two separate cups and gently slide one towards you. “ pleasant to see you take heed to my advice for once. “

you open your mouth to throw a remark at her before closing it with a grumble. “ whatever. . “ she gently slides the cup to you. with a lingering gaze, you watch as qingyi blow away the steam from her cup and take a small sip. “ hot water cures impurities and is a remedy for many things humans get sick with. “

raising a brow, you avert your gaze down to the steaming cup of. .tea? its contents was clear as can be, making you question about what type of tea she brewed up. you hesitantly grab ahold of the cup and tipped it to your lips. you jump 2 feet into the air from your seat as the scorching water burns your poor tongue.

“ o-ouch! th-this is pure hot water! not tea! “

“ ding ding. “

[lumiinix]

HIII!! I just wanna say first that I just ADORE ur writing so much!!!💘 And I saw that ur request are open and I was wondering if by any chance you could write abt how the haikyuu boys would react to meeting a beautiful fan (fem! Yn). I was thinking maybe like atsumu, Oikawa, Sakusa idk. ANYWAYS It’s okay if not lol! 😎🤘💟

Meeting a beautiful fan (but with my own little twist)

Pairing(s): Oikawa, Atsumu and Sakusa x fem!reader

Warning(s): Fem!reader, reader is famous so it’s like a mutual celebrity crush.

A/N: Don’t mind me putting a little twist of my own here anon~

Oikawa

Being a model sure is exhausting, but you can’t denied that the perks that comes with your job is sure worth it, especially when that perk is a vip ticket to a San Juan home game where you got the chance to see and later have a meet and greet with your favorite member, Oikawa Tooru.

“Yep, totally worth it.” You said as you fawn over the Japanese man.

Oikawa was just drinking water during half-time when suddenly he sees it, in the corner of his eyes was the most beautiful person he has ever seen, his breath hitched as his heart began to beat faster, he almost even drop his water bottle. He had to look in your direction again to see if he’s not dreaming. Holy shit you are real and you’re in the vip section too? So that means he has to meet you later?! Oh now he’s panicking.

The match ends with the win goes to San Juan and the meet and greet began, and when he’s seeing you walking towards him? Man’s double panicking (from the inside).

“Hi! I’m a big fan of you! It’s nice to finally meet you Oikawa!”

And your voice is also pretty? Oh boy.

In the midst of panicking, he blurts out. “I THINK YOU’RE REALLY PRETTY AND I’D LIKE TO ASK YOU OUT.”

Silence.

Everyone in the rooms blinks, his teammates trying hard not to burst out laughing, other fans are looking at you whispering, some are about how lucky you are, and others are how they seemed to recognize you as that famous model. Oikawa tho, he wants the ground to swallow him whole, and the fact that he just heard that you’re a famous model doesn’t help the situation at all.

You on the other hand, smiled at the confession.

“I like your boldness.” You chuckled. “Here, take my card.”

Flipping through your purse you take out a business card, but you also took out a pen and wrote your personal number on it as well.

“This is my personal number, I will be busy in the next month but will be free for a while after that, call me when you wanna have that date.”

Oikawa shakily grabs your card before nodding, he was at awe with you. “You bet I will.” He said with his signature grin. He couldn’t wait to go on a date with you.

Atsumu:

Atsumu found you while scrolling through social media and was instantly hooked. Not only were you a rising star in the singing world, but you’re also a famous socialite that captures the heart of millions with your beauty and talent, including him. It was a mini crush that he had, you just had to be beautiful and talented and so on. The other guys would shit on him all the time, especially Sakusa.

“Omg y’all, she followed me back on Instagram! I can die a happy man now.” He sigh dreamily.

“Then die, at least I won’t hear your fanboy squealing anymore.”

“Wow, so rude Omi-omi.”

Fast forward to a MSBY home game that his team had just won, so everyone is going out treating themselves some drinks at a nearby cafe. When suddenly, someone bumped into his back and he hears a plastic material drops.

"I'm sorry!" Atsumu recognize that voice. He turns around and sees you bending down to reach for a pair of sunglasses, but he hasn't yet recognized you because you were also wearing a cap that completely obscured your face from his view.

He looks outside of the store where he saw a group of people holding cameras. Paparazzi, he realizes, and they were chasing…you?

“I truly apologize for stumbling into you again.” He almost spits up his drink when he finally sees your face after you speak up and stand up. There you are in all your glory, although not wearing makeup or expensive clothing, you still look stunning to him.

“Oh! You’re Miya Atsumu! I’m a big fan!” And you were a fan of him too? Did he just won a jackpot?

The two of you just stand there in shock, having to meet eachother’s celebrity in this situation was not what you expect, no one said anything, that is until his teammates had enough.

“Hey Miya! Why don’t you ask you ask her out? Aren’t you simping for her?” Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), Sakusa spoke up first, opening the gates for his other teammates to hype in up as well.

“Yeah dude, stop being a wuss!”

“Simp!”

“Come one, are you really gonna let the beauty hanging like that?”

And that’s just the boost he needs, he has to thank them later, so with a deep breath, he gave you his signature grin. “So, wanna hang out sometime?”

Sakusa:

Sakusa doesn’t know when he started to see you, but he’s glad. For some reason, he always seemed to notice you in the stands, seemingly blending into the rest of the fans, and it annoys him at first, but the more he saw you, the more you grew on him even though you two don’t have any interaction. To him, everything about you just screamed perfect and when he saw you wear his jersey number, cheering for him specifically, he cannot denied the fact that he’s fallen for you.

So when he looks up in the stand and cannot find you anywhere, his mood dropped and although it didn’t effect his game, even his teammates notices this and although they didn’t know why (bc Sakusa would dropped dead before he is even considering telling them about his crush), they knew is was kinda big. It was at that day when he decided to fuck it and decided that the next time he

He knows that you cannot make it to his game, but what he didn’t know is the reason why you cannot go there, and it’s because by the time the game is over, you are on a plane going back to Japan after winning an ice skating tournament. Sure you won, but you’re still salty about the fact that you miss your favorite athlete Sakusa fricking Kiyomi’s home match which they also won.

Promising to yourself that you see him next time, not knowing what would come next.

“How did it comes to this?” Is the first question you two had when you met him again…in an ice skating tournament you are in! Apparently, Komori dragged him here because for some reason he got interest in this sport and Sakusa was about to complain when he saw you. There you are, in your shiny outfit and perfect makeup, you gracefully slide on the ice while doing spins and jumps making him completely infatuated by your skills. You were an athlete yourself? And you’re a fan of him??

And when your eyes met, it was like the world around you was slowing down, your eyes widens as you realized that your athlete crush is here and although flustered, you now completely focused on showing of your best move to impress him (not that you didn’t already), leading you to winning the tournament.

Sakusa definitely had to thank Komori for this later, but first, he had to find you to ask you out.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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De-stressing

1.8k words

fem reader, sub! ango, sorta dom! reader, pet names, loss of virginity, oral (f and m receiving), office sex, praise, slight dubcon, unprotected sex

It was another one of those nights with your coworker Ango Sakaguchi. Energy drinks and papers filled his desk as you were another all-nighter episode. You were starting to get exhausted, so you ran to the nearest 24-hour convenience store and bought yourself an energy drink. When you returned, Ango was still working away on his computer, typing vigorously as if the documents needed to be finished within a minute. You walked over to his desk to ask if he still needed help with anything before you returned to your work. You tap his desk, and he jumps and says in a startled tone, “W-What are you doing?” you step back and respond, “Relax, I just came to check in on you. How's the work going?”. His hands adjust his glasses while he says, “Barely making any progress. I wish this was over with already.”. He was always so stressed when it came to these situations, but there was avoiding them. You then came up with an idea in your head, a stupid idea, but it might work. “How about I help you de-stress?” you say somewhat teasingly. “De-stress how?” Ango asks in curiosity. “Just relax, okay?” you say as you walk toward the back of his chair. “What are you doing?” Ango asks with seriousness and curiosity mixed in his voice. “Just a simple back massage.”. Ango tenses and blushes lightly at your words “Just a simple back massage, okay? Then we need to get back to work.” he says seriously.

You simply let out a hm in response to his words, as he doesn't know of the other plans you have in mind. You put your hands on his shoulders and begin to rub lightly. At this point, Ango has a slight blush across his face and lets out a soft whimper as you help release the tension on his shoulders. Mentally you high-five yourself, your plan begins to work, and you move your hands downwards while still massaging. Ango grows even redder and quietly says, “You’re… quite good at this… where did you learn to do this?”. You smirk to yourself and say teasingly, “Well, let's just say I have some,” you bend down, your mouth now close to his ear, “Experience.”. Ango shudders and grows red as he turns to face you. “WHA- What are you doing?”. You look down to notice his slight bulge and giggle. “You're quite sensitive.”. Ango notices you’ve seen his bulge and covers it with his hand. “We're going to have to take care of that.” as you walk to the front part of his chair.

You sit down between his legs and start rubbing on his bulge. Ango lets out a loud whimper in response. “My, don’t tell me you’re a virgin?” Ango nods slowly, and you giggle to yourself. “How cute.” you coo. “Do I have permission to continue?” you say sternly. “Y-you have permission… to continue..” Ango says shyly. You start to unbuckle his and zip down his pants. And begin to palm his erection through his boxers. Ango whines loudly and starts to shake, “Please more… I want more….”  in an almost begging tone.

“Aww, baby wants more?” Okay, I’ll give you more~” you start to take off his boxers to reveal his long dick. “Wow, you’ve been keeping this a secret from me?” as you take his dick into your hand. A loud moan rips out of Angos throat when you touch his sensitive dick. You move your hand up and down, rubbing his tip with your thumb. At this point, Ango is shaking and whimpering while you're speeding up the pace of the handjob. After getting his dick wet enough with his precum, you spit on his tip and place your mouth on it. Ango whines loudly from this action and bucks his hips upwards. You take Angos dick into your mouth and start bobbing your head, and Ango grips the armrest and starts whining loudly. Ango’s so long it doesn't all fit in your mouth, so you grab his shaft and start twisting with your left hand while your right hand is on his thigh. Ango loves this, a sensation he's never felt before. Your mouth feels so warm he swears it is the best thing he's ever felt. You start to suck him off faster, and Ango's face scrunches in pleasure. “A-ah!!.. Shit, I might-” but before he could finish his sentence, you remove your mouth from his dick, driving a loud whine out of him. “Is my baby gonna cum?” he nods fast. You move your hand up and down again, this time more quickly. His whines and whimpers get louder as your fist moves faster. “So close… I’m so close... Please..”. His pleas are so cute, just like music to your ears. His dick twitches in your hand, and his breathing gets heavier as he gets closer to his release “Cum for me like a good boy, okay?”. Ango nods as his release hits him, his body tenses up, and his eyes roll to the back of his head. He grips the armrest of his chair as if his life depends on it. “A-ah!!” he moans loudly. He bucks his hips into your hips as thick white ropes of cum escape his dick as you pump it. When he comes down from his high, he's breathing hard as he tries to catch his breath. “That… That was incredible... You’re an artist… A real artist…”. “You were so good for me, my good boy.”. 

He blushes at the pet name and praises you’ve given him. You look up at him and lick off whatever cum is on your fingers, and suddenly, something takes over him. He gets up, picks you up, and places you on his desk, not caring if the important papers got ruined. He takes off your underwear with his mouth. You can’t help but blush deeply at his erotic gestures. Once your underwear is off, he wraps his hands around your thighs and licks at your wet folds. He begins to moan into your cunt as he eats you out. You moan softly at his actions. His nose brushes against your clit, making the experience 10x better. “So good for me, baby… you’re so so good” You shut your eyes in pleasure and moaned loudly as your praise made him start sucking and licking on your clit enthusiastically. You’re breathless but still wanting more. You begin rocking your hips into his face and bite your lip.

 Ango continues to moan into your wet heat and suck on your clit. He’s enjoying this so much that he might cum again. “B-be a good boy and make me cum, okay? Can you do that?”. You let out breathless moans as Ango nods into your heat. Ango starts to eat you out with more vigor than before, which makes shudders run up your spine and gripe the edge of his desk. You can feel your release coming. It’s so close. You want to cum so bad. You wrap your thighs around Angos head and moan loudly. You arch your back and rock your hips harder. You cum on him. It felt so good that you were a firework that went off. You’re now looking down at him breathlessly, his glasses covered in your juices. His lips were wet, plump, and red. He seemed so breathless as if he was about to cum himself. “Did.. Did I do a good job?” he looks up at you. “You did an amazing job. I loved every part of it.”. You look at his dick, still erect and dripping with his precum. He lets out a yelp and quivers. “Looks like you’re still wanting more,” you say teasingly “We should do something about that.”. He looks at you with desperation and nods. “Get back on the chair, we're going to do something fun, okay?”. Ango nods and returns to his office chair, anticipating your thoughts.

You walk toward Ango and get on top of him, positioning your wet cunt with his erect dick. You sink onto his long dick, which causes both of you to moan loudly. Ango is a breathless and red mess he swears the feeling of being inside you can make him cum on the spot. He puts his hands on your waist while you put your hands on his shoulders. Once you've adjusted to his size, you rock your hips back and forth. You feel so full from his length it's insane how big he is. You moan breathlessly, “Do you like this baby?”. Ango nods as his face scrunches again in pleasure “You... Feel…Ah! So good.” he says while whining. You arch your back and moan in pleasure “You… Feel so… Amazing… I feel hah! So full!”. Both of you want more, so you rock your hips faster while Ango thrusts his hips upwards, hitting your g-spot just right. You close your eyes and bite your lips while Ango looks up at you with pure lust in his eyes. He loves this, he loves the way you moan because of his dick. He loves the way you feel so tight and warm around his dick, He loves the sight of you bouncing on his dick. He just loves it all so much he feels so good. You can’t stop bouncing on his dick you feel so good the way your guys’ hips meet is enough to throw you over the edge. The sounds of skin slapping, moans, and whines fill the room you two don’t care if others overhear you’re both so indulged in the moment. Angos dick feels so good in you it's the perfect length and girth like it was made for you. You both feel your release coming, Angos dick twitches in you, and your stomach tightens. 

The sound of skin slapping, moaning, and whimpers fills the room and gets louder as you get closer to your climaxes. You bounce on Angos dick faster to chase your climax. Angos head is thrown back as he closes his eyes in pleasure and lets out loud whines and whimpers. “Ango… Be a good boy and cum for… Me,” you let out breathlessly “Can you… Do that?”. Angos nods fastly and begins to chase his climax by thrusting his hips faster into you. Suddenly both of you feel your climax. The pleasure is so good it feels like heaven the way you arch your back and how he tenses up and holds onto your waist for dear life. He thrusts his hips through his orgasm and whimpers out loud. You both hold onto each other for a moment before you get up but end up almost falling over due to having no feeling in your legs. Ango catches you, and you thank him. “So, did I de-stress you enough?” you ask “I think I need more de-stressing” he responds teasingly, which makes you blush. Once both of your garments are back on, you turn to him “Why don't we go get a bite to eat?” he nods, and you both make your way out of the office.

[strgirlyy]

Trying Brazilian food with matt

Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Word count: 3628k

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Matt and I were in his car because we were going to record a video of him trying Brazilian food.

Hiiiiii loves, today I'm with the love of my life so he can try foods from my home country. - I said smiling and then looked at him

Hi guys. I could say that I'm a bit scared, since I'm afraid that some of these foods contain ketchup. - He laughs

Hey, I wouldn't do that, would I? Of course none of these foods have ketchup. - I say looking at him and wink at the camera.

I saw that - he says a little startled but then laughs.

Ok anyways. I didn't tell him what I bought, so we're in for some surprises. But I know that one of the things I bought he's already tried and I know he likes it. So let's go to the first item I'm looking forward to. - I say, picking up a bag of food from the back seat of the car.

Right, I've listed the foods on my cell phone notes from 1 to 8, so whichever number you say, I'll look it up and give it to you. Which one do you want first? - I explain and ask him

Hmmmm it could be 8 - he says thoughtfully

Okay, let me see. - I pick up my cell phone - Hmmm yes. - I take the most famous coconut candy, beijinho, out of the bag. - Here, one for you and one for me - I hand it to him.

What is this? - He asks

In Brazil we call it beijinho. Which in English would be Little Kiss - I say laughing - Okay let's eat together in 3 2 1

So we put the candy in our mouths and I look at Matt who smiles.

- Wow, it's good! What's it made of? - He asks looking at me

- Coconut - I say as I finish eating mine

- From 0 to 10, how would you rate this? - I ask

- 8/10 I think, it's good but it's very sweet - He laughs

Okayy, next number? - I ask him

- It could be 1 - He says

- Okay, then we'll have to - I look at my cell phone again - Oh, you'll love this one. - I say, this time picking up the paçoca candy. - This is paçoquinha and I'm not sure how to say it in English, but it's a peanut candy. - I smile and hand it to him - But be careful when you open it so you don't - OH GOD - Matt interrupts me by shouting and I look down to see all the crumbs of the paçoquinha on the bench

- That's what I was trying to say - I laugh and hand him another unopened one - Be careful now. - I laugh again and we eat the sweet

- Hummmm, this is better than the other one. - He says with a bit of paçoca falling out of his mouth and I laugh.

- I think so too, love. So what's the score? - I ask

- 10/10 totally - he says smiling. - So, now I choose 5 - He says as I pick up my cell phone to take a look.

- Ohhh this is one of my favorites - I say, taking two Toddynhos out of my bag - This is a wonderful chocolate drink that I used to have almost every day for breakfast. I think you'll like it, but be careful not to squeeze it and leak through the straw - I say and he looks at me with a strange face - You're very dirty-minded, aren't you? - I laugh and he laughs back and I hand him the box with the straw and open mine too.

- It's good, but I don't think it's that great, it's like the chocolate here too - he says, sipping it all the way down.

- You've got to be kidding, right? It's wonderful Matt - I laugh

- I don't know, I think this is a 7.5/10 - He says and I'm still a bit indignant but I don't say anything.

- Say one more number - I say to him

- Hmmmm 7 - He says

- Now it's not one of my favorites because I'm not the biggest fan of cheese, but here we have pão de queijo. Which in English would be cheese bread. - I say looking at him and he's already eating - You cheater, I haven't even counted yet.

- Oh sorry - He says spitting

-"owwww you didn't have to spit it out, that's disgusting." I laugh and he laughs, eating again.

- I liked this one, I think this one is 10/10 too - He says smiling as I eat mine and he wipes his hands - Now I choose 2 - He says and I pick up my cell phone

- This is the one you've already tasted and I love that you speak the right Brazilian way and not the American way. - I take it out of the bag

- Açaí? - He asks happily and I smile at the fact that he speaks correctly and respects the accentuation.

- Yes, love - I take the lid off the glass and hand it to him. - This is an açaí with banana. It's all yours because you know how I dread bananas with wet food - I laugh

- This is definitely a 100/10 - he says with his mouth half full and I laugh at him.

- Now there are only three more to go, say one more number - I say, looking at him

- Which ones are missing, I don't even remember anymore - He laughs

- 6, 5 and 3 are missing - I answer

- Okay, I want 5 - he says

Here's one more that will only be yours, it's a banana candy and I only bought it because I saw it in the store and decided to bring it for you to try, but I hate it - I laugh and he takes it and eats it.

- I'm not going to say I hated it, but I don't think I loved it either, I think I'd give it a 6/10 - he says

- That's a candy that's very controversial in Brazil - We laugh together

- Now I want number 3 - he says

- AHHHHHH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS - I shout and he startles and laughs - I love this one too much, it's that chicken snack I always told you I loved, here's the coxinha - I say and hand it to him.

- Wow, it smells really good - he says and we bite into it - Yeah, so now I understand the reason for the outbreak, it's wonderful. Definitely 10/10 too. - He says

- Now can we get married? - I ask and he laughs

- And now the last one of all, drum roll. - Matt laughs and claps his hands on the steering wheel - The best Brazilian sweet ever invented. Brigadeiro. - I say and Matt makes a noise of surprise and I laugh, handing him the sweet.

- WOWWW it's definitely one of the best sweets I've ever had - He says and eats the rest.

- It's just perfect, love.Now before we finish the video, I want you to tell me the worst and the best food you've tried today. Just don't choose açaí as the best because you've already tried it.

- okay, the best I think was the coxinha for sure and the worst, well not that I didn't like it, but I think it was the banana jam - I laughed thinking it was cute the way he said coxinha

- So we're the same. I also think the coxinha is the best and the banana jam the worst. Well, that was it for today's video, loves. If you want me to bring him back here for more foods, let me know in the comments. Don't forget to follow us and subscribe to my channel. See you! - I say smiling and give the camera a kiss

- Bye - Matt says and I turn the camera off

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It was long and most of the foods I put are very Brazilian and I gave my opinion on y/nn's version

Thanks for reading 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Nine, Part 5

Once the apartment was quiet, Addison pulled me back towards her room. I was confused, but followed her with a kind of morbid curiosity. My thoughts, like always, were working against me, and all I could think was that she had finally gotten sick of my weirdness. My quiet and antisocial attitude was pretty hard to deal with, and I fully understood that. I was almost waiting for this to happen.

As she opened the door, her cat came running out. It stopped and looked at me, meowed once and then headed off towards the kitchen.

Addison sat on her bed and pulled me down next to her. I was about to say something before she planted her lips on mine. All I could taste was the mixture of her sweetness and whiskey. Honestly, it wasn't that bad of a combination, and reminded me of drinking old fashioned up by my mom's place.

"Are you sure you're ok with this?" She asked again, watching me closely. I belted down even harder on not showing the anxiety I had almost forgotten about.

"I'm cool. It'll be fun. Besides, then I can meet your crowd." I responded with a smile. "Is that really why you wanted to wait a bit?"

She looked at me with a kindness washing over her face. There was that twinkle in her eye that made my heart skip more than one beat. I kept forgetting how beautiful she was.

"Kind of. Did you want to stay here afterwards?"

I looked at her with growing confusion. I had stayed here a few times and couldn't figure out why she was asking. Of course I'd want to stay. I slept better with her next to me. I still found it very odd she asked about it.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" I finally spit out.

"I don't know. I just kind of want you here tonight."

"Is there something I don't know? Are you okay?"

She smiled her perfect smile. "I'm perfectly fine. Just thought I'd toss the invite to you."

I pulled her close in a one armed hug, and kissed her forehead. "I will take any chance I get to stay by you."

Addison's face lit up like a firework show. Her teeth shined in her smile and I couldn't help but catch the contagious bug that was her joy. I found myself grinning from ear to ear.

"Partially. I kind of wanted to talk to you about something, and I have just enough alcohol in me to actually talk about it." She fiddled with her hands as she spoke.

"This sounds like it might be something important," I replied.

"It kind of is. I just don't want you to take it the wrong way, or to offend you."

"Not only am I interested, but I'm also confused." And I was. The biting panic was back and the anxiety was making my heart beat right out of my chest, like the old cartoons.

"I think we should get tested," she said, without any spaces between her words. I tilted my head to the side, like a confused hound.

"Tested? What do you mean?"

"You know. Tested." She emphasized the word again, and gave me a hopeful look that I'd figure out what she was talking about. And then it hit me.

"Oh. Oh! Ok, wow. Right over my head." I motioned with my hand flying over my head. "Yeah, we can do that. That's cool."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah, it's a good idea. I've never been tested before. I mean, it can't hurt right"

A look of relief washed upon her face. I hadn't noticed the anxiety she wore until it melted away, like wax in a fire.

"For real?" Addison said, her voice inflicting upwards.

"Yeah, definitely. Why did you think I would take it or wrong or be offended?"

"Because I didn't want you to think I was saying that you had something, or that I was calling you a whore."

I couldn't help myself and I was howling with laughter. She looked at me confused, but I couldn't stop. Soon my breaths weregasps of air as I laughed,

"Seriously? You thought that I'd think that? Addison, my dear, that is the funniest thing I've ever heard in my entire life. I haven't slept with anyone in a long time. I know you weren't saying anything like that," I said as I tried to catch my breath.

"Fair point," she said and then she was laughing with me. When we finally calmed down, I looked at her, falling in love with her all over again. I kissed her softly and I almost let the words slip from my mouth. Somehow I managed to have the willpower to not say those three little words.

Instead, I hopped up off the bed and held out my hand.

"C'mon, let's go get drunk with strangers," I said.

[initiumseries]

Hi, I love your blog and I also ship Stelena and Clana! This is random but I was reading through the wikipedia of Lana's character and I came across this paragraph,

"By contrast, writer Caroline Dries feels that Lana did love Lex, and that she did not make any hasty decisions when she agreed to marry him. Dries believes that the progression of the show demonstrates that Lex earned Lana's love."

and I almost spit out my drink because OF COURSE caroline dries would ship Lex and Lana, and OF COURSE she was involved in destroying another potent-chemistry having couple. I had no idea she worked on Smallville until now, but finding out which episodes she wrote— it all makes sense. I can't believe this woman has/had a career, I'm truly astonished.

Aww thank you anon!

Omg! I saw her name and was like WOW, okay that season makes WAY more sense now. Having watched Smallville again as an adult, and barely making it through s4, and HATING the whole Lana/Lex thing, of course she'd say that. Lex was like 10 years older than them and way too involved in a bunch of teenagers' lives. He didn't earn anything except a restraining order lmao. Not even TOUCHING the whole drugging her and fake baby thing, then poisoning her so she and Clark could never be together, but whatever, lol. His manipulation of Clark alone was enough that he hadn't "earned" her love, he'd manufactured it. But again, whatever. These people should be writing anything except grocery lists.

[bropunzeling]

If you are still answering questions about your fics, i would love to know if girl!leon ever tells matthew that before the first time they slept with each other she had assumed that he wouldn't be good in bed and if the answer is yes, when/how does she tell him and what is his reaction?

anon i want you to know i saw this prompt and internally went "oh my GOD" with glee so now you get a snippet:

In the end, the only touristy thing Matthew makes Leon do in St. Louis is go to a Cards game. "It's important," he tells her on the way to the stadium. "Part of my heritage."

"I'm not sure that's how it works," Leon says back. She's fidgeting with her t-shirt -- not the one she borrowed back in Calgary, but still one of his, obvious in how it's tight in the hips, a few inches too long. Matthew's been having some thoughts about that t-shirt ever since they left the house, but he needs to maintain his focus. Save them for later.

"Listen," he says, dragging his eyes away from where Leon's pulling at the bottom of the shirt. "I said I would go to a soccer game with you --"

"Football," Leon mutters under her breath, "it's football --"

"So you can do this for me," Matthew continues. "I promise, it won't even be that boring."

"Sure," Leon says dubiously. "But you're buying me drinks."

Matthew does, in fact, buy them both drinks. Doesn't even make Leon come with him, letting her get situated in their seats as he scopes out the beer selection. He even gets her something from a microbrewery instead of the Bud Light she should be having by all rights, because he's a great boyfriend.

And hey, isn't that a new thought, one that has him feeling warm all over, and not just from the sticky heat of late summer in the Midwest. He can say that about himself, about Leon. They're dating. He's her boyfriend. It grounds him and makes him feel strangely giddy, all at the same time.

He's still thinking about that when he gets back to the stands, apologizing to their fellow fans as he slides his way along to where Leon's waiting. "Here you go," he says, passing her the fancy, three dollars more expensive beer. "It's not even a light beer."

"Wow," Leon drawls, but when she takes a sip, she grins, pleased. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Matthew says. "I'm doing pretty good in the boyfriend department, yeah?"

Leon got her hair cut between when she left Toronto and came out to Missouri. It's short enough that Matthew can see her ears turning bright red, along with the pink at the top of her cheeks. "I don't know," she says. "I guess you're okay."

"Come on." Matthew nudges her with a knee, and takes an opportunity to drop an arm around the back of her seat. Leon doesn't even protest, which is something Matthew could chirp her about, but he doesn't want to. He wants to rest his arm against her shoulders, let his hand fall to wrap around her arm. "You think I'm great."

"No," Leon says. She's grinning too hard for it to be serious. "You're fine. Average."

"Great," Matthew repeats, squeezing her arm. "Killing it. Just think. Two years ago and you managed to find the best fucking boyfriend in the National Hockey League."

"That was not what I was thinking two years ago," Leon says, laughing.

"Oh yeah? What were you thinking?"

"That you were --" Leon cuts herself off. The pink in her cheeks darkens.

Matthew knows how to seize an opportunity. "What? I was what?" When she doesn't answer, he squeezes her arm again, running his thumb up and down her bicep. "Come on, spit it out."

"I don't really --"

"What, you don't want to tell me? Come on."

"I thought you were going to be an average lay," Leon blurts out.

Matthew blinks at the side of her head. "What?"

Leon slides down in her seat, slouching. If Matthew had to guess, he'd almost say she's embarrassed. "I thought you were going to be -- you know. I mean, you were hot, and everything, but like. You'd be just okay."

"Oh." Matthew processes that. He should maybe be insulted by it -- is, a little, because just okay? -- but also -- "And you still went back with me?"

"It had been a while," Leon says. Her face is the same color as the Cardinals logo. "And I mean. You look fine."

"You said I was hot five seconds ago."

"Fine, you're hot, whatever." Leon squirms in her seat. "God, I did not mean to say that. Ugh."

"Hey, hey, come here." Matthew still has a hand around her arm, and he uses that to pull her up from her slouch, closer to him. Leon goes, even, leaning against him over the arm rest between them, which also feels -- Matthew doesn't know. Exhilarating, and new. "I'm not upset."

"Uh-huh," Leon mumbles.

"No, seriously," Matthew says. "I mean, clearly you figured out you were wrong pretty fast, since you decided to keep sleeping with me --"

"Oh my god."

"And apparently the sex was so good that now you want to date me, so pretty sure I can't be insulted by that --"

"Please shut up," Leon groans, dragging a hand down her face. "Can we just watch your stupid baseball game?"

"I guess," Matthew says. "If you insist. Does this mean you're a fan now?"

Leon groans at him and kicks him in the shin. Matthew kicks her ankle back, but doesn't relinquish his hold on her arm. Leon doesn't move away, either. It's pretty fucking great.

(and then they get home and have fucknasty yet tender sex OBVI OBVI but i gotta go to work soon)