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[chestersturniolo]

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Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary; Once again you find yourself in an argument with your boyfriend matt, due to his often absence. but this time you decide to tell him how you truly feel.

Warnings; swearing,angst,fluff,use of pet names and y/n. maybe slightly suggestive. I thinkkkk that’s all :)))

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Matt and I have known eachother for pretty much our whole lives. I’ve been best friends with him for as long as I can remember, and we have been in a relationship for almost 2 years now. 

It’s the weekend, and me and Matt are finally spending some quality time together. I say finally because it has become a very rare occurrence. It wasn’t so bad when we first started dating, but the more popularity he and his brothers gained, the less time I got to spend with him. And truthfully it had been taking a toll on me, and our relationship as a whole. 

We are currently laid on his bed, Matt is on his back, slightly propped against the headboard , whilst I’m curled into him,laying on my side,one leg spawled over both of his, and my head laying on his chest. His arm wrapped around my back pulling me in,impossibly close. We agreed on having a lazy day today, which I suggested. Because our time together had been so limited lately , I really just wanted to be alone-alone with him. Taking him in as much as I could. 

I’m so at peace right now, my head gently rising and falling along with his chest whilst he takes gentle breathes. The soft sound of his heartbeat.  I slowly start to drift off. Matt must have noticed my grip around him loosening slightly , as I feel his hand trail up my back and in my hair, laying gentle strokes. I glance up to see a soft grin on his face, 

“Sleepy baby?” He coos. Now taking a piece of my hair and twirling it, the sound of his rings lightly clinking together.

“Yeaa” I smile sleepily, laying my head back down on his chest. “I just feel so content right now, we haven’t spent a lot of time together recently… ya know?” 

Matt let’s out a soft sigh “I know sweetheart,I know” he says, hand still entwined in my hair, laying a kiss on the top of my head. “But we have all weekend together, just you and me okay?” A couple of beats of silence falls between us ,before Matt gently starts shifting further up the headboard. I sit up with him,propping myself up with my arm next to him.

“Okay?” Matt repeats, his hand reaching out and holding my jaw, thumb grazing my cheek. I melt into his hand. 

“Okay.” I smile lightly. He pulls me towards him, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose, and another on my lips. He slowly moved down to my neck,littering kisses all over it. My eyes flutter shut, taking in the feeling as I cup my hand around the back of his neck.

 

But my eyes are quick to open, when there’s loud pounding on Matts door, making us jump apart slightly. I turn to look at the door,

“Matt! get your ass out here, we needa film this podcast ep” I hear Chris shout through the door, his footsteps fading back down the hallway. 

My head snaps back towards Matt. He is fully sat up, eyes widened. 

“Fuck” he mumbles.

“Tell me you’re joking” i huff, sitting up.

A familiar pit forms quickly in my stomach. This isn’t the first time that our time together has been cut short.And i know it definitely will not be the last. 

“I completely forgot we haven’t filmed for the pod- I’m so sorry, fuck!”

I take a deep disappointed breath..

All of the times that his work has come before me start raiding my mind, and my disappointment and upset quickly turn into anger. 

“Matt,sorry won’t cut it forever. How many times has this happened? How many?” 

my voice slightly raising. I see Matt get slightly taken aback by my tone. 

He lets out a breath “I know okay, but you know our posting schedule-“ 

I cut him off 

“Well clearly you don’t! What happened to “we have all weekend together just you and me”  Huh?…Matt we hardly spend any time together anymore”

Matt shifts his legs to the floor, now sitting on the edge of the bed, and runs a hand through his hair with a huff. 

A small silence lingers whilst I wait for his response. 

“I said I’m sorry!-” He starts, his building frustration clear in his tone.

“-And I know okay, we have this same exact conversation every time I have to film!- but it’s my fucking job y/n!” he strains. 

My anger builds, once again hearing the same excuse I’m given every time. By now I would usually just give up and storm away to sulk. But this time I decide to let my feelings out properly. I’m tired of this. The same back and forth rut we’ve been stuck in. The familiar feeling of being pushed to the side. 

“Matt, I can’t remember the last time we even spent a full day together, just us!” My voice risen. 

“When you’re not filming, you’re with your brothers talking about what to film! When we’re apart you don’t call, and your texts are dismissive. I feel like I’m putting in all the effort here and I-“

“MATT BRO!” 

I’m cut off by Chris banging on the door once again.

I let out a defeated sigh, and bury my face in my hands. 

I feel the bed shift, I glance up to see Matt now stood infront of me, a frustrated expression plastered on his face.

“Look, I have to go and film this episode. I’ll only be gone for about an hour. I’ll come straight back and we can figure this out then okay.” He states,emotionless. 

Once again I’m brushed aside. “whatever Matt” I speak barely above a whisper, but my attitude still prominent.

Matt let’s out a huff and runs his hand through his hair. I let my gaze fall to my lap, as I hear him turn and leave the room. The slight slam of his bedroom door making me squeeze my eyes shut. 

I sigh, laying myself down and staring at the ceiling. A familiar lump starts to form in my throat, tears of frustration and upset now starting to pool in my eyes. 

Our interaction starts to replay in my head,

I really want to work through this with him, I love him a lot, and all I wanted him to do was hear me out. And he left. As usual.

I decide to try and take a nap to fill the void of Matts absence. 

After tossing and turning for what feels like an eternity, I pull out my phone. After a while of mindlessly scrolling , I pull myself off the bed and take myself to the kitchen to grab a soda. On my way to the fridge ,my ears prick at he sound of mumbled echos coming from the stairs. I stop in my tracks. I can’t help myself, as I tiptoe over to the bottom of the stairs. I turn my head to try and hear the boys. A small silence falls, and I shake my head at myself. Eavesdropping? Really? I turn around to start making my way back to the kitchen, until the mention of my name snaps my body back round to its previous position. Eavesdropping it is. 

My heart rate quickens as I hear Matts faint voice. “It’s too much, it’s fucking ridiculous bro”

The distance between us making it hard make out the conversation, picking up mumbled statements from Matt- 

“I need a break” 

“I can’t deal with it anymore”

“I’m done” 

My breath hitches. Tears finding their way back to my eyes as my heart drops. He’s leaving me? I’ve stuck by his side through all of this. After everything we’ve been through he’s…leaving me???

I’m snapped out of my daze

“y/n?” I hear Matt softly call from the top of the stairs, traces of worry evident in his voice. 

My eyes flit up to meet Matts gaze. Tears now streaming down my face. 

Matts eyes widen slightly , “shit” he says under his breath. 

I quickly turn around and head to the stairs down to the front door. I can’t see his face right now, I need to get out. 

I hear Matts quick and heavy footsteps down the stairs, following behind me. 

“Y/N!” 

I don’t stop, I reach the front door and swing it open, running out into the rain. 

“Y/N, wait, please!!!” 

It doesn’t take long before Matt catches up to me ,grabbing my wrist firmly, stopping me in my tracks. 

I keep my gaze on the street ahead.

“Stop okay! talk to me, tell me what’s going on!?” he pleads breathlessly. His voice laced with panic. Silence falls between us, only the sounds of the rain hitting the ground around us.

Matt loosens his grip on my wrist. 

“hey,look at me” his tone now soft. Taking his free, ring clad hand to my chin, gently guiding my gaze to meet his. I stiffen at his touch, but I let my eyes examine his features. His now wet hair slightly falling over his eyes that are frantically searching my face for answers.

I pull away from his grip slowly, taking a step backwards. 

“W-we’re…over…” i utter, tears still streaming down my cheeks, the rainfall disguising them. 

I watch as Matts face falls. Eyebrows knitting together slightly.

“what?” he replies, voice barely audible. Chest starting to rise and fall faster.

“I-“ I start , before burying my face in my hands in an attempt to calm myself down. I take a few hitched breaths before slowly lifting my head to see Matts fingers once again raking through his sopping hair. his eyes are glossy, like he’s close to crying. I feel the pain in my heart deepen seeing his desperate,pleading expression. But swiftly remember why it’s plastered there in the first place. 

Taking another deep breath I tried again “I-I heard you upstairs talking to nick and chris”

Matts eyebrows furrow deeper , a puzzled expression now evident, but this quickly turns into an eyes widened look of realisation as things piece together in his mind. 

“y/n-“ he tried before I cut him off.

“You said you were done with me. That I’m too much. That I’m fucking ridiculous!” I recite his earlier statements back to him through soft sobs.

“I’m sorry I was harsh earlier,but I’m trying here Matt! I wanted to work through this but you’re obviously done with m-“ 

“y/n no baby no! listen,okay!” Matt pleads as he takes a step closer to me cupping my face with both hands. 

“you mean everything to me. I listened to what you said earlier, and you’re not wrong. I haven’t been a good boyfriend recently to say the least and I’m sorry for that-“ 

He pauses , grazing his thumb across my cheek.

“Our filming schedule has been way too intense, it’s been consuming me, I know. what you heard was me convincing Nick and Chris that it is fucking ridiculous , that it’s too much  and that I’m done with it-“ he rambles, now reciting his own words back to me again. In a completely different context. 

My jaw drops slightly as I listen. Matts hands now finding their way to my hips. 

“turns out Nick and Chris feel the same…we agreed on completely stopping the podcast, aswel as cutting back on Wednesday videos. y/n, sweetheart, YOU are my priority,I’ve let this come between us for way too long. No more…”

An unexplainable wave of relief washes over me as I take in his words. How could I have gotten it so twisted? 

“M-matt I’m so sorry I thou-“ I cut myself off, bringing a hand up to hold my face. 

“hey it’s okay,don’t be sorry” Matt assures, his voice light and comforting, as he peels my hand from my face.

“I can see how you would take it the way you did, but trust me when I say I would never do that. I won’t let you go , I love you too much” he says with a small smile on his lips, pulling me closer, our bodies now flush. 

I wrap my arms around his neck, still slightly processing what just happened. 

“I love you too” I whisper , a smile of my own now forming. Matt leans down, placing a soft ,long kiss on my lips. I turn my head slightly to deepen it, standing on my tippy toes. 

The rain still crashing down on us as the kiss became even more intense and passionate. It felt like we were in a movie scene. 

I feel Matts hands snake further around my waist, lifting me off of the ground. I break the kiss with a squeal as he spins us around , my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He lets out a soft chuckle 

“Come on baby,let’s get out of the rain hm?” 

I nod with a soft smile, as he sets off back to the house, still carrying me. I let my head fall into the crook of his neck. 

“How does a bath and movie night sound sweetheart? I’m all yours” he offers as he squeezes me close.

“it sounds perfect”

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the death of cut the cameras

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A/N - ahhh okay guys that was my first time ever writing something and I’m not sure how I feel🫣 lmk what you think! If you have any requests/Qs my anon ask is on ✨

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[theblacklewinsky]

Note: Hey y'all! I hope y'all enjoy, the next one might be submissive Terry idkidk 🫣 kinda hate this one.

Perfect Gentleman. | Aaron Pierre.

Gentle!Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader

Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on, oral s3x ( m receiving), extreme language (cursing, sexual references) established relationship, slight daddy kink if you squint. Not proofread!

Summary: terry's been the perfect gentleman, maybe a little too gentle.

swear you can have me, you really one-of-one.

how you so nasty? you really one-of-one.

You eagerly scratched the itch away in your bitten up ankles. The mosquitoes out here in the Black Bayou had torn your exposed ankles up—and this was why camping wasn't your thing. You'd never complain though, any excuse to be with Terry was a good one.

"I told you to wear long socks," he chuckled looking back you and at how you'd scratched the skin on your ankles red, "all that gardenin' you do and you out here with no socks on," he softly lectured as you watched him pitch the tent, at his demand. He was such a gentleman.

You'd been dating Terry for over four months, you've both went on a plethora of dates, had the steamy first kiss, and even spent a night at each others apartment, but you still hadn't fucked yet. Was it you? You knew you had an Oscar worthy performance of your coy-innocent act that Terry ate up all of the time, but you weren't a prude. You couldn't count how many times you'd hinted, and seduced only to be met with more gentleness.

And you loved how patient, protective, and gentle he was with you. He was everything you'd practically asked for when you started dating. A nice man, a sweet man—and you got it, a full blown golden retriever boyfriend. He had so many amazing qualities, he was always on time arriving fifteen minutes early. Something he said was one of the most useful things he learned from his time in the Marine Corps. He was a full blown de-escalator, he never wanted to argue with you, always communicating as calmly as he could before coming to an understanding with you. He was gentle. But maybe he was too gentle? You wanted Terry in the worst ways. It didn't help that he stayed in good shape, gym four times a week, and his infinite morning runs kept him in tip-top shape.

You pouted, squinting your eyes as you looked at Terry from underneath the brim of the Nike bucket hat you'd retrieved from him. Although he was pitching the tent and the sun was currently beating down on him, he decided that, you, sitting in the shade doing nothing, needed the hat more. Such a man.

"You said come comfortable, and I garden in my crocs—that's what I came in!" You defended your reasoning for not wearing the socks that he did tell you to pack last night over a quick FaceTime call, but he did say come comfortable in the same sentence. "These mosquitos are relentless, baby, look at my ankles!" You frowned looking at how red and irritated the skin has gotten there even on your deep brown skin.

Of course Terry stopped his meddling with the tent and came over to assess your so badly injured ankles. He tsk'd softly his big hands cradling both of your ankles gently. Now push them behind my head! you eagerly thought feeling him touch you at all always sent shocks and shivers through your body.

"They eatin' my baby up," he somberly acknowledged rubbing his thumbs where the bites were firmly, "you put bug spray on like I told you?"

You nodded. "Yeah, just go and finish the tent," you dramatically sighed waiting to eagerly scratch at the bites, "I'll just be sitting over here, itchy, getting ate up." At least something was eating you up.

He brought your left ankle up to his lips casually, placing a soft kiss there before setting the both of them back down carefully. You almost moaned, it had been way too long. "stop scratchin' at em, you makin' em worse."

You looked at him, batting your eyelashes at him a dazed nod following right behind. He was so gorgeous, and it didn't help that he was so sweet and treated you like the absolute brat you were. He continued on with his quick work with the tent and you continued on with your sneaky scratching. After it was perfectly pitched, he got you inside as soon as it was done to rub a bit of alcohol on your itchy ankles and making you put on a pair of his socks that were way too big for you.

You frowned looking down at your legs later that night as you both set around the campfire, that you had gotten started. You hadn't forgotten all the survival tips your father had shown you. Terry focused on cooking the fish he and you caught earlier from the pier. He'd cleaned it and dissembled it himself. "These are puttin' a damper on my outfit, so not cute."

Terry chuckled, quickly flipping the searing fish over in the pan. Your eyes flickered over to him. "What?"

"You so country," he commented through a light chuckle, "damper?"

"That's not country!" You defended through a smile. "Everybody says damper!"

"Nobody says damper,"

"Does too!"

"Why you gotta be such a brat? Why you act like that?" He teased playfully, holding his hand out to you only to pull you up from your chair and into his lap. "Hm?" He hummed nuzzling his faced into your neck where he playfully nipped at the skin on your neck, knowing the ticklish effect it had on you.

You laughed hunching your shoulder up to push him away from the area, "stop!" The assault lasted a few more minutes before he reluctantly stopped, only when he seen the tears from your nonstop laughter, and how you cradled your aching stomach when you laughed.

"Brat," he mumbled in between persisting kisses to your lips. You happily returned each one, who were you to deny the brat allegations. They were very true. "Always gotta have yo way."

"You love how bratty I am," you retorted, trailing your own lingering kisses from his lips, to his jaw, to his neck.

"I do," he mumbled out an agreement making you laugh against his neck before continuing on, and you thought maybe, as his hands kneaded the back of your thighs and the undersides of your ass. But all that came undone when he urgently removed you from his lap in light hysterics about almost burning the fish.

The fish.

How could he even think about fish when he had your throbbing pussy in his lap, was he really blind to all this shit? Or was he just not sexually attracted to you? Or was he fucking celibate? The questions brought on a lingering insecurity. The rest of the night you were more distant, quiet, the situation left you a little embarrassed and salty. You'd never had a man be so indifferent to your advances. Or did he even see them as advances? Hell, you didn't know anymore.

Your distance and quiet demeanor didn't go unnoticed either Terry, who constantly made it his mission to see if you were okay and enjoying yourself. You answered the same all the time, yes, which did very little to comfort him—but he also didn't wanna push you into irritation.

"You sure you good, baby?" He asked later that night as you both settled into the cozy tent. You made sure to nestle yourself into your cute, pinky, sleeping bag. It was so you.

"Yeah." You simply answered with a nod, forcing the weak smile. Such a liar. But you weren't gonna admit that the situation left you feeling a little salty. You didn't wanna bring the situation up at all, you'd much rather forget it.

"You sure? You not actin' like yourself, baby. You want me to take you home?" There he went. Being so him. Always being so caring.

"No, I'm fine. It's nothing really, im just..itchy still." You seamlessly lied. Or maybe not. You were still itchy.

Terry decided not to press the issue instead making sure he got as close as possible to you, something he always did when you slept together, he loved being right up under you—you didn't contest to it. Ever. You both gave your good nights, and Terry made sure to turn off the LED lantern lamp you both had in the tent. A soft and easy silence falling over the both of you. Terry's soft breathing, body heat, chirping crickets and the pitch black were enough to lull you to sleep. And they almost did, but damn, you were still itchy.

You brought your knees to your chest, hastily scratching at your extremely itchy ankles, a heavy, draws out sigh from the temporary but almost euphoric relief skipped past your lips.

"Stop scratchin'." Terry's deep voice but through the silence, the raspiness on the edge of his voice attributed to the sleep that had took him in quick. The words halted your actions quickly as you tried to quietly morph into a comfortable position.

"I'm not," you spoke quietly.

"But you were."

His damn hearing. He heard everything.

"Well I wouldn't have been if I was doing something else." Your tone snappy but the suggestiveness fore fronted the sassiness.

"Somethin' else like what?" Terry questioned.

You huffed immediately, sitting up abruptly from your sleeping bag and flickering the lantern on. "Are you really that clueless?" You exclaimed almost, looking at his ever so lost expression. "Terry, are not you sexually attracted to me?"

Terry looked at you as if you'd grown two heads. Like he couldn't understand why you'd ask him such a question, like you didn't know he was a full blown raging man. "Why would you even ask me that, of course im sexually attracted to you, baby."

"You don't act like it," you quietly murmured, "it's like every time I try, you pull back. What is it? I really thought I was obvious enough with everything."

And you were. Terry wasn't ignorant to your advances. But he also wasn't ignorant to your past relationships and the men that you dealt with. Full blown sex addicts a few of them seemed to be, and some of them seemed unable to form a real bond with you without sex. He wanted to prove to you that he actually liked you, that he wanted to get to know you past sex. That he wanted this to last. It'd taken copious amounts of restraint for him to slyly deter away from the advances. Copious amounts.

He wasn't exactly sure how he made it to four months himself, without caving in. Maybe it was his serious he'd gotten about your relationship, maybe it was genuine like for you that made it somewhat easy. He was still a man though, taking care of himself when he was finally away from you.

He said your name slowly, sitting up himself, "im utterly, completely, and deeply sexually attracted to you. But I wanna show you that when it comes to keeping this together, sex is indifferent to me. I don't want you to think we need that shit to connect. I genuinely like you, alot."

"I like you too, but I already knew that Terry," he softly laughed, the weight of the insecurities dropping off your shoulders. You couldn't believe that once again, all this time, the lack of sex was catered to his feelings about you. You were gonna fuck this man so good. So good. "I knew that at the end of the first date when you didn't try to kiss me when you dropped me off." You giggled at the recanting of the memory.

"I wanted you to feel it though."

"And I do feel it," you slinked even closer to him, hand trailing up his thigh, "I feel it so much." You looked up at him, batting your long lashes.

Terry sat there slack mouthed, brows furrowed, his stormy eyes looking down at you with bursting pleasure and astonishment as he watched you suck him down. How the fuck did you get so good at this shit? You'd completely covered his shaft in your saliva, you were loud and sloppy. Just how he liked it. Throat so tight around him, every time you nuzzled him in. You were dazed yourself, tasting him, having him in the back of your throat where you craved him so many times before. You were savoring all of this.

Your hands wrapped themselves around his girthy length, stroking them at a brisk pace, your wet mouth guiding them in their dizzying up and down movements. His grunts and groans of approval only furthered you to please him more. You looked up at him, eyes watery, and soft as you took him down, spit bubbles formed around him, as you nuzzled him in deeper into your mouth. Removing a spit soaked hand, you nuzzled that into your soaked panties, pleasing him, pleased you.

"Sss-shitttt," he drug out through a groan, his strong hand grasping the back of your neck, as he bucked himself up into your mouth, relentlessly fucking your throat. You shut your watery, burning eyes letting him use you how he wanted. "Fuck, eat that dick up baby. You do that shit so good," he slurred through his persisting moans.

That only furthered your arousal, which furthered your efforts. The rough gags and choking from you was almost enough to send him over the edge. Almost. You finally pulled back, giving him a chance to recover and giving yourself a chance to catch your ailing breathing.

You stroke him off, spitting down on his shaft in your hands, eagerly stroking the lubrication in, leaning your head down to suck one of his balls into your mouth; gently. You knew too much. How did you know so much?

"Why you so nasty?" He mumbled grabbing your chin once you were done tending to his balls. "Hm?" He hummed before pressing your wet lips to his own. His kiss rushed, sloppy, and deep. His tongue searched every inch of your mouth, his lips sucking your own into his mouth.

Oh he was nasty like that?

"Move," he knocked your hands away from his still hardened dick, "take that shit off." He comments taking heed to the articles of clothing you still had on, his own hands slithering under the oversized shirt you'd put on for bed.

"But I wanted to make you cum—" you started, wiping your wet mouth with the back of your hand once he eagerly pulled your t-shirt off, nipples immediately pebbling due to the exposure of the cool night air in the tent. You didn't get to finish your sentence before Terry's lips were already latched onto the flesh on your neck, creating red blemishes as he cascaded down your body skillfully.

"You bout to," he mumbled attaching his lips to yours once again, "open up," he tapped your jaw firmly, "lemme see." The firm taps to your jaw ignited the fire and aching need in your belly, a moan slipped past your lips as you opened like he asked.

You watched, dazed, as he spat down into your mouth. Oh, he was nasty.

It was like yin and yang to you. This couldn't be your Terry. Not the Terry that bought you flowers every Sunday and never let you lift a finger Terry. This was a different Terry, nasty Terry. Impatient Terry. Demanding Terry. Just what you wanted.

"Oh my god-uhhhh!" You slurred out through a moan. Terry's vice grip on your locs matched the same vice grip you currently had him in right now. He had you positioned on all fours, one hand on your hip to steady his hard, dizzying strokes. He was fucking you hard, too hard. Too good. Your thighs trembled beneath you, knees threatening to buckle as he slammed into your heated core repeatedly. It's like he knew exactly where that spot was located. "Right there, daddy! Right fucking there," you whimpered, face pressed pathetically on the pallet beneath you.

"I know, i feel that shit," he groaned, sending another hard smack to your ass cheek, the recoil from his pelvis constantly slamming into your ass had him in a complete daze. Four months he kept himself from this, restrained himself from what he knew had to be good. But he didn't expect it feel like this. "Wettin' me right the fuck up—mm mm, keep that shit right there, you better not fuckin' lay down, keep that shit open just like that." He mumbled out into the tent, taking into head your trembling legs. The lewd sounds of your sopping wet pussy, followed by the loud slapping of your skin together filled your tent and your empty head.

"Fuckkkk," you groaned out, managing to sit up in your elbows, acrylics clawing at the covers beneath you, your eyes crossed as you felt his tip kissing a little too deep, "so deep, baby."

"Mhm," he hummed pulling your head back with his tight grip on your hair, his lust filled glare looking right down into your own crossed eyes, "right where i should be. Look at you, takin' this dick like a good girl. This what you wanted right?"

"Yesssss," you managed to fully get out, a series of breath taking moans following. He was giving you exactly what you wanted; hard, rough shit. He was fucking you like he hated you, like he had a point to prove. This shit was only making you delusional did he not understand the type of you he would get now?

"Yeah? Wanted daddy to dig yo' shit out just like this, huh?" He nodded watching you nod in response, your breaths coming out in a series of heavy puffs. "I know you did, can tell by the way you creamin' on my dick."

"Shittt!" You gasped out the exploitive, planting your hands flat against the ground, mustering yo whatever weak energy you had to fuck yourself back against him, working toward your own impending orgasm. "I'm finna cum!" You rushed out.

Terry pulled you back toward his chest, your small frame engulfed in his as you sat promptly in his lap getting impaled in the most delicious way possible. You felt lightheaded, high, and perfect all at once. "Babyyyy, im cummin'!" You whined out.

"Keep tellin' me, do that shit. Lemme feel you cum on my dick," he grunted, the lewd works making you clench around him as they clearly sent you tumbling over the edge. Terry mocking your long, loud and drawn out moans with his own. His lips attacking wherever they could on your exposed neck. His impaling strokes never stopped, even when it was clear you'd completely rode it out. He kept fucking you, sending you into a deep place of overstimulation. When was he ever planning to cum?

"Look at you," he mumbled a smug smirk on his lips, hand firmly holding your slacked jaw in his hand, "dick got you dumb—breathe through that shit, baby." He tapped your jaw, repeatedly. The sight of you alone, plus the constant contracting of your walls around him had earned you a deliciously sounding groan. You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he spoke up.

Everything was too much. It was too much to focus on. The pleasure, his voice, his kisses. Forgetting to breathe in the middle of your overstimulation was warranted.

Your breaths cane tumbling back to you fast, hard and quick you panted. Body trembling in Terrys grasp, as dared to lean forward feeling another orgasm approaching, but this one felt harder. Body-shattering. It hurt and felt so good at the same time.

"Fuck, ima nut baby," Terry grunted in your ear. "Pussy so good, why yo shit so good like this?" Finally.

"Cum in my pussy, please daddy," was the first and only thing you could get out, not even warning him about your oncoming orgasm. This one cramped everything, the tightness in your stomach didn't subside but seemed to get tighter. Your thighs were numb, but your legs ached. The squeal you let out left your throat raw, and that's why you didn't hear Terry when he finally announced that he was cumming, but you felt him for sure, right where you told him to.

You felt Terry's lips against your jaw, kissing you repeatedly. Telling you how well you did for him, how he couldn't believe he kept himself away from that for four months. How good it was. These were finally the words that lulled you off to a blissful sleep, you'd finally got what you wanted. There you were, fucked out In a tent, with cum leaking out of you. Such a whore. A happy whore.

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[mactavishsgfandwife]

141 When They’re Sick

bilingual privilege is using your second language to scribble down notes for your tumblr fanfiction in class with the reassurance that no one else will be able to understand what you’re writing 😋 pure fluff (not proofread)

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish

soap has such man flu vibes

i just know he will have a little cold from never dressing appropriately for the english weather (he thinks he can tough it out) (he can’t) and then lays on the sofa for a week, miserable and constantly pining for your attention

he loves a cup of tea when he’s sick but he also swears that irn bru has magic restorative qualities, and "that’s how i keep m’physique, bonnie"

Johnny groans, rubbing his face with his palm as he lays stretched out over the sofa, his feet resting on one arm and a hot water bottle flopped lazily over his stomach. For the most part, the grunts and sighs seem genuine, but you could swear that he makes sure to emphasise his suffering when you walk past, just to let you know what a big strong boy he’s being for dealing with his sore throat and slight headache.

"Head hurts…" he groans, holding a forearm over his eyes to shield them from the light.

"I know, honey… you want a paracetamol?" you pat his head, trying to hide your little, sympathetic laugh.

"Nah, only just had one… Y’could gimme a kiss, though," he grinned up at you, his tone lightening a little.

"Ew! Stop, I don’t want your germs," you laugh, pulling your hand away from his hair.

"Aww, c’mon… might make me feel better," Johnny teases, sitting up a little (he wasn’t really that weak in the first place) and holds your wrist so you can’t escape. When you see the stupid, irritating grin on his face, you know you don’t really care about germs. You just want to kiss him.

Captain John Price

price, when he’s feeling ill, likes to be looked after - the number one cure for ANY of this man’s problems is a warm bath

he loves it when you act like a little housewife for him, running him a warm bath and bringing him a constant stream of cups of tea - sometimes he’ll pretend to be sicker than he is for a little longer than he has to just for a day or two more of being doted on by you. not that you don’t do that anyways.

but he’s a menace when you try to go off shopping or to work - he lays a strong, hairy arm over you, mumbling something about being sick and needing you to stay

if you massage his back and shoulders when he’s feeling sick, he will be so happy. it takes a little longer than when he rubs your back because there’s just more of him, with his broad shoulders and muscular dad-bod (yum)

You have John laying on his front, on the bed, arms crossed under his head. His hair is damp, getting the bedsheets a little wet beneath him, and he has a soft white towel wrapped loosely around his hips - he smells strangely like lavender (he definitely used your shower gel instead of his because yours is nicer - you pretend not to notice, as your hands gently move up and down his sore back).

He’s managed to come down with a bad cold the day after an intense workout, so his body is totally exhausted and nothing really appeals to him other than laying down. Being as fit as he is, you wouldn’t expect him to be in such a state, but the man needs a break and it’s plain to see.

The soft light from the nice-smelling candles that you’ve lit on the bedside table plays in his wet hair, which you gently comb your fingers through.

"You been using my products again, hmm?" you grin with a gentle tone, leaning in closer to him.

"Sorry love…" he starts to respond, his voice a little hoarse.

"It’s okay," you laugh softly, nuzzling your face into his back as you lower yourself on top of him, like a weighted blanket. Your soft hands wrap gently around his scarred sides, as little sighs of contentment leave your mouth.

"What happened to my back rub?" he teases, feeling your body laying against him. Still, he doesn’t a muscle to stop you from cuddling up to him.

As you keep quiet, enjoying the warmth of his body, he chuckles and pulls himself into a more comfortable position below you.

"That’s alright, sweetheart…" he replies to your silence.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

simon would try to be an unphased tough guy but he’d have little moments of weakness

he’d insist that he’s not that sick while taking paracetamol and drinking tea constantly, pulling you close to him as often as he can and being clingier than usual (he’s always touchy, but he is particularly reliant on you now)

he’s in a terrible mood, but just resting his head on your shoulder or holding you while you work helps him… better yet, he loves it when you’re sitting on the sofa and working on your laptop, or watching a film, and he gets to lay down with his head in your lap - with your soft fingers occasionally brushing through his short hair

he’s a tough guy, but when it’s just you and him, he can just lay down with his girl without worrying about being ghost. he’s just simon - poorly simon, with his sweet girlfriend taking care of him.

Phone in your hand, you quietly text your friend about her crazy ex boyfriend and the dress that she’s going to wear out tonight - the red one or the other red one, with the different neckline? You look up to the doorway to see a tall, tired man walk into the sitting room - 6’4", dressed in an old grey hoodie and a pair of pyjama bottoms, ruffling his hair and looking utterly exhausted.

"Thought you were asleep, Si…"

"Can’t sleep," he mumbles gruffly, silently moving towards you and finding a spot to lay his head - right in your lap, his feet resting on the opposite arm of your big sofa.

Understanding his fatigue, you sigh softly and stroke his head as it lays against you. His skin is pale, showing his sickness, and his eyes look tired and dry. A little groan escapes his lips as he shuffles on the sofa, trying to make himself comfortable.

"Love you, darling…" he whispers softly, his eyes shutting in preparation to finally sleep.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

i feel like kyle’s love language is food

if you make that man a curry or a good spag bol, he will secretly be making plans to propose to you as he eats it

and that’s all the more true when he’s ill or tired out - some comfort food home cooked by you would mean the world

Gaz had a bad cold and had been hibernating in bed all day, mostly asleep but occasionally watching the football or texting Soap to complain about how sick he is. As you walked into the room, brandishing a bowl of spaghetti carbonara, his eyes lit up.

"Hey, what’s this?" he grins, his voice a little hoarse.

"Carbonara. For you," you chuckle, placing it down on his bedside table, "I have some work stuff to finish, I-"

"Y’could just stay with me instead. I’ve been locked up in here all day," he teases.

"You’ve been asleep all day! I really need to… well…"

"Come on, baby."

You struggle to hide the grin that’s creeping onto your face, not wanting to procrastinate your work any longer (this wasn’t the first time Kyle has stolen you away from typing up emails) but he got what he wanted when, a moment later, you were cuddled up to him. Wearing his tshirt and your underwear, with your head resting on his shoulder.

"Oh my God, this is so good!" he chuckles, eating, voice still strained from the sore throat. He’s mostly just happy to have you next to him (oh, as well as the pasta).

gaz is my babyyyyyyy i don’t think you guys get it 😣😣😣 this took an age and a half to write i hope it’s up to standard thanks for reading!! xx

[tenjikyu]

Okay! With your earlier reply in mind, here is my second request *slides it across the nonexistent table*

I've been having major Mitsuya brain rot so obviously this request will be about him :>

Picture this: Final timeline adult Mitsuya doing all his fashion designing stuff x house spouse (gn version of housewife/househusband).

Genre can be fluff, maybe a bit suggestive if that's okay with you, I don't mind either way, I am just dying for some Mitsuya works cuz I swear I've read most of the gn and male reader x him fics out there and I am starving for new content with him

Hopefully this was coherent and had at least something you could work with (if you need anything more specific, I can send another request)

— 🎭

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ mitsuya x GN!housespouce!reader , pure fluff n slightly suggestive but it’s nothing more then kissing, I 💗 mitsuya omg, still haven’t rewatched Tokyo rev I’ve been slack 🙁, short n sweet but I was struggling to finish it and I didn’t wanna keep the people waiting much longer so I do apologise.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ I’m so sorry for how long this took!! I desperately wanted to get this out before it hit the 1 month mark but I’ve been super duper busy with personal shit! Hope it’s still good enough lmao.

Takashi ironed the fabric with the upmost care, fondling the silk around the board with a low heat level on. The design itself was a dress resembling a lotus flower. The top was beaded with pale pink rhinestones and the bottom consisted with an array of green silks and gems. It had a sharp yet form fitting feel and anyone could tell the designer put the upmost love into the piece.

A gentle knock came from the other side of his work studio, and there was only one person it could be.

“Here darling, I made you some miso soup to have. Light enough it’ll keep you full but still good for dinner”, your voice charms his ears. Ever since moving in with him, you’ve taken on the role of housespouce. You clean and cook for him, in order to provide the best possible space for Takashi to work in.

It had been twelve years since the two of you got together in middle school. You were the schools vice president, and he was a gang member. Despite the opposite worlds, you hung out frequently and even babysat his sisters when he was unavailable. The day Takashi knew he wanted to some day marry you was the day he came home to his two younger sisters resting in your lap, washed dishes and comfortably lying on the futon.

Now, the two of you reside in an upper class place with lots of room for Takashi’s designs, and none of them are anything short of ethereal. Behind every design he creates, inspiration of you seeps through the thread and needle. Your favourite flower, animal, colour and styles all influence Takashi’s dresses and all of them are of the highest quality.

So, whenever you come into the studio, Takashi gives you a big grin and awaits a hug from his favourite partner.

“How’s your day, darling?” He asks you, and you smile gently at him.

“I’ve missed you, I can’t deny. It seems you’ve been locked in here forever”.

“I apologise my dear”.

“I know another way you can’t make it up to me..” you grin at him, and his cheeks flush with a pink hue.

Kissing his Adam’s apple gently, you guide him up and out of the studio, into your bedroom. Lying his cherished body onto the bed, you feel up his torso as you continue to litter him with small hickies.

He soon follows your lead, pressing a loving kiss to your cultivating lips. You swear there’s nothing closer to heaven than this man’s touch, and you’re convinced you’ve ascended as he grips your cheeks to deepen your kiss.

“I’ve missed you too, darling”, Takashi presses another kiss to your collarbone and manoeuvres his hands around your waist, and you sigh gently at his grip.

“I promise you I’ll give you what you want, after we eat dinner “, you giggle, and his pout is nothing short of cute.

“So you lead me to bed and suddenly leave me high and dry? I’m hurt baby”, he chuckles out, pressing one last kiss to the wedding ring on your finger.

“After dinner, I’ll give you all the desert you desire my love”.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Event?????

1 or 7, domestic style fluff with my favorite eel?? ♡♡ (it's Floyd of course)

I leave romance vs platonic up to you, gn reader so everyone can enjoy as well :)

Can't wait to see what younc9me up with!!! If you need any help or ideas come bug me, floyd sits in my head constantly like a very annoying song

Warm Mornings; Floyd Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Content Warning; Some swearing

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a Floyd? I am here to deliver soft Floyd(TM) hours! (he also sits in my head constantly; the song is the low-quality Funky Town)

Even when Floyd was dead asleep, he squeezed you, and that was your situation now. You were lying on top of him, and he had you in a comfortable yet strong bear hug. Just tight enough that you couldn’t wiggle free from him. And it was normally fine, but last night someone had left the window open and now it was warm and humid in the room, making you feel sticky.

“Floyd,” you whispered, trying to wake him up gently.

A gentle snore was your answer. You should have expected that though, he sleeps like a damn log.

You tried wiggling around a bit, but Floyd just hugged you tighter on unconscious instinct and rolled over, trapping you under him. Yeah, you were officially stuck. “Floydddd,” you groaned, poking him right above his hips. “You’re crushing me.” 

Usually he would wake up by you repeatedly poking him, but he was out cold, he only just shifted, trapping your face where one cheek was pressing against the mattress, and the other was smushed up against his chest. Normally, you wouldn’t complain about this situation, but it was grossly warm. You were also too far away from your usual ‘escape the crushing weight of my dearly beloved eel route’, which was just tickling his legs and feet. Too bad your arms were pretty much pinned against the bed. 

“Floyd, get off me,” you grumbled, squirming around like a worm on a hook.

Still nothing.

Sighing, you accept your fate. Besides the humidity, it was rather nice. Sure, you couldn’t make out the crashing of the waves on the beach, the steady beat of Floyd’s heart was right up against your ear, and it was slow and steady.

Slow and steady, not two words many people would associate with Floyd. It was a calmer side that only you got to see; when you were overwhelmed, or when he was feeling soft. Yes, he was usually a bundle of energy, but even he had his quiet moments. Within the hurricane, there was always the eye, where things remained still, despite the wild winds outside.

“Mmm,” Floyd groaned, the first sign of life you’ve seen since you’d been sandwiched.

He slowly blinked his eyes, working out the sleep from them, and tilted his head down so he could actually see you, since you were still stuck between his chest and the mattress. “Heh heh, I caught a Shrimpy in my sleep!~” He drawled, voice chipper but still heavy from sleep.

“Yes, yes you did. Can you please get off though, it’s gross out,” you groaned. At least he was cute, which the wild bed head only played in his favour. How can he look so good in the morning? Maybe it’s a mer thing… “Floyd?”

He hadn’t moved, and was instead giving you a wide grin. “Hmm, maybe I should’ve called you Crabby instead of Shrimpy, Shrimpy,” he pinched your cheeks teasingly, “since you look pretty crabby right now.”

You rolled your eyes, “And maybe I should use that mushroom risotto recipe that Jade gave me for our dinner tonight. But that’s only if you don’t get off.”

Floyd narrowed his eyes at you, trying to make out if you were bluffing or not, since last time you were dead serious and did exactly that. But he rolled off of you, grumbling a bit. “Meanie,” he muttered.

You shuffled over to where he was dramatically splayed out, his head slightly turned to you, and giving you puppy dog eyes. Chuckling, you kissed him on the lips, as that is what he was being dramatic about.

Giggling, he captured you in his arms yet again, and trapped you against the mattress for a second time this morning. He was giving you a shit eating smile. You weren’t leaving this bed until he had his share of kisses.  

“Floydddd,” you groaned, but you weren’t annoyed with him, if anything, you were amused. There was never a dull moment with him around.

“Shrimpyyyyyy,” he mimicked your voice with a more prominent whine. “You know the drill!~”

Sighing, you ran your hands up through his messy hair, and brought your lips together, deeper this time. You knew the drill; neither of you were getting up until both of your lips were tired, sore, and most likely bitten… which may not be for a while.

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[tartigglez]

"mess with you?"

zhongli x f!reader (gn!reader until bonus section!)

・❥・slice of life/fluff

・❥・1.5k

・❥・HAPPY FRICKIN BIRTHDAY CELESTE!!!!!! MY FAV ZHONGLI KISSER! i hope this is an adequate gift, and i intended to make this much longer however if i did it would be like 2 weeks more late LMAO. i hope u had the most fabtabulous day ever, now everyone go check out @thesparklingwriter because she can write this man 8000000x better than me lollllll

・❥・SUGGESTIVE. VERY. dragon!li (bc celeste loves dragonli and i will push the agenda bc yes), physical touch, zhongli is the little spoon somehow, kisses, zhongli is a france-boo, you guys eat together, zhong is lowkey just nakedly vibin for a bit of this lol sorry, also if it doesn't make sense: xiao can't see windows cuz he's in bird form (they do that i swear)

waking up is never an easy feat, but being around him makes it a whole lot easier. on this particular morning however, you wake up rather annoyed, frustrated over the quality of the last portion of your slumber. yet opening your eyes would reveal that a small portion of golden-brown hair is rested upon the tip of your nose, lightly tickling it. so, this was the reason for your lack of quality sleep. 

even still, he is a sight to behold. such a graceful creature, large, scale-clad arms, shimmering horns and long, elegant tail meeting your eyes as he slumbered, quiet snores –which were closer to purrs– coming from somewhere in his chest, all whilst he’s curled up in a foetal position, your arm draped over his waist.

you assume he is soundly sleeping, moving slightly closer to him to nuzzle into his neck, this however would prove false, as his chest rises, a low pitched, loud yawn filling the room, practically bouncing off the walls.

“good morning, dear” he grumbles, voice lower than normal. you giggle as he turns to face you, stretching his limbs as he yawns once more. golden horns slowly begin to retract and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him before beginning to press gentle kisses against the skin of your neck. the ticklish sensation makes you laugh again, throwing your head back slightly to allow room for his in the crook of your neck.

“already? we just woke up!” you wheeze, rolling away from him as you turn your back to him. this would prove pointless though, because he immediately scooches to your side of the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head comfortably into the back of your neck.

“what are you implying? i merely wished to kiss you!” he says, but the playful tone in his voice tells you this question is rhetorical, and he knows full well what you were insinuating.

“you’re squishing me silly,” you whine, grabbing on to his hands, which met fair in the middle of your stomach. “you’re like a koala, but even then they wouldn’t have the strength to squash me like this” 

“are you calling me a koala? should i be offended?” he grumbles against the back of your neck, nuzzling even further into it, somehow.

“no, i’m calling you a brute” you chuckle, wriggling a little, trying to loosen his grip.

“i will have you know, “brute” is a compliment in dragon culture” he scoffed, loosening his grip a little.

“maybe i meant it as a compliment then” you mumble, turning back to him to peck his lips, snuggling up to him once again. 

“hm, i’m sure you did” he chuckles, “anyway, what time is it?” 

“i have no clue, let me check my phone” you let out a content sigh, grabbing your phone from the bedside, “ten thirty-ish. what does it matter anyway, we can lay around for a bit, no?” you question, eyes closing as you lean in to him. 

“have you forgotten, dear?” he whispers, hand making its way to your hip, thumb and index finger fiddling with the hem of your pyjama top, “check the date again”

upon staring at the glorious digits on your phone screen, you abruptly pull away from him, raising yourself up on one arm and grinning excitedly. “date day?” you question, voice high and squeaky compared to your normal tone.

its a tradition between you and zhongli that once a month, you would make time for a day with each other, no matter the situation. simply a day to exist in one another's presence. together you came up with the philosophy that it doesn’t really matter what you do, as long as you’re with each other. 

“it is indeed “date day”, as you say” he laughs, “so, tell me. what would you like to do today, my lily?”, the question rolls off his lips like music as he too sits up, blanket moving to just cover his hips, barely. 

“anything,” you giggle, “as long as you’re there i don’t mind”. you step out of the bed, slipping on a pair of sweatpants and running to his side of the bed. “c’mon,” you laugh, grabbing his large hand by a couple of fingers, “lets get movin’ zhong!” 

“can you at least hand me some underwear, please?” he asks, laughing when your face morphs from pure joy to looking like you’ve seen a ghost. you oblige quietly though, moving to one of the dresser drawers, pulling out some boxers and giving them to him, albeit a little flustered. 

“what is it, my dear? you don’t remember last night?” he chuckles. its amusing how he is so nonchalant about such affairs with you, however if he were with anyone else, the topic would never even be thought about. 

“n-no, no i do, but how am i wearin-”

“i figured it would be only right of me to put them back on you. you were awake, but apparently so far gone don’t remember,” he laughs, acting calm about it when in reality his ears are turning a little red.

“rex lapis!” you exclaim, “don’t be so lewd!” you push his shoulder a little in a teasing manner, but he quite literally does not move a millimetre.  

“aha, i apologise my dear, your reactions are simply quite amusing, is all” he claims. putting the boxers on under the duvet before standing up in front of you, toned body catching your eye as one his gold-threaded arms makes its way towards yours, long fingers intertwining with yours. “shall we?”

“put a robe on at least! the neighbours might see you!” you giggle, dragging him in the direction of the closet, before throwing a silk robe his way. he looks so very eloquent as he puts it on, fine fabric smoothing over his skin, and his honey eyes look up at you when he’s done, walking towards your bedroom door, ready to go downstairs. 

zhongli is a surprisingly good cook, but that’s not relevant at all right now, because the first thing he does when he gets to the kitchen is boil the kettle and get out two plates, placing a large croissant on each one. 

you rub your eyes a little as you sit down at the table, staring at the all-butter pastries which seemed to make some sort of miraculous apparition in your home.

“where the heck did you get those croissants?” you ask, folding your arms at the table and plopping your chin on to them.

“i teleported to fontaine for them last night”

“last night?”

“yes, last night.”

“zhong…”

“mmm?”

“you were naked all of last night.”

“before that!” he laughs, “more like yesterday evening actually, i apologise for misspeaking” 

“you should be sorry! why did you go all the way to fontaine for croissants anyway? the ones in liyue are fine” you question, voice muffled by the sleeves of your pyjama top. 

“nothing beats authenticity, hm? what is it they say in fontaine, oui oui?”

“i’m not sure any person from fontaine has ever said that,” you cackle, as he sets down one of the plates in front of you, along with a cup of the tea he was just brewing. “thanks for the food anyway, can’t believe you went all the way to fontaine just for a couple of croissants”

“not a problem dear, if it’s for you i would do it every day” he speaks, tearing off a part of his croissant before -rather animatedly- swallowing it whole.

“dragons eat so weirdly” you laugh, chewing away at your own food.

“we don’t always eat like that, you realise?” 

“i know,” you giggle “i’m messing with you”

“you’re lucky, you’re the only person who has ever been allowed to mess with me”

“i’m grateful for that, y’know”

“i know, but now isn’t the time for philosophical conversations, let us just enjoy each others company today.”

“sounds good to me!”

“i’m never letting you go shopping again! seriously, how do we have three new colours of  eyeliner, six new vases and an entire pet bird”

“adeptus xiao does not count as a pet bird”

“are you sure about her, rex lapis? she has no respect for the adepti”

“calm, alatus. this is her form of humour. i would appreciate if you do not criticise her.”

“my apologies, i did not intend to offend you, i will take my leave now”

“XIAO THAT WINDOW ISN'T OPEN”

“ALATUS!”

“told you he was a pet bird”

“please just get me a blanket for this unconscious creature”

“going~”

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© tartigglez, 2023. do not copy, translate or repost, reblogs appreciated

i can't write in the present tense, happy birthday celeste!

[dramaticweathergirl]

This is a draft for the gen z! Yuu fic that I was thinking of writing back then. Here's the draft of it instead of letting it rot im my laptop lol. Enjoy...?

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Yuu swear that whatever the fuck is happening to them right now, is a punishment from god because...What the actual fuck?

"influencer pranks these days are getting out of hand" They mutter to themself, mentally done at whatever bullshit is happening right now.

Yuu's in a box. Not just any box though, it's a coffin, they're trapped in a god-damned coffin. Today was supposed to be a normal Tuesday, Yuu wakes up, eat breakfast and go to school. But instead, what happen was their sleep-deprived ass got snatched up in the middle of the streets by an emo carriage.

Yuu was kidnapped by an emo carriage and is now trapped in a coffin.

Gee, they wonder if that even is a considerable reason for them to miss the Calculus exam that was supposed to take place today. Ah, fuck it, Jason's grandma "died" literally like five times last school year and still graduated. Who's to say Yuu won't?

"Hello?? Uh, I know this shitty type of content is what getting y'all cash nowadays but what the fuck? please let me out, I promise I won't sue y'all or create a call-out post on Twitte-I mean X! X!"

"..."

"hello?"

"..."

"Fuck it, I'll just kick the door down"

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Dire Crowley, the esteemed headmaster of Night Raven College, is in a wild and confusing predicament right now. Somehow, a month before even the new school year officially began, A student somehow arrived in of the coffins.

In all of his years being the headmaster, such thing had never happened. Great sevens, this situation had never once even crossed his mind as a potential problem! Did the Ebony carriage have a problem? Perhaps even the mirror itself? But both of that would be impossible!

"goodness gracious, where is that child" he muttered to himself, a hint of worry lacing his voice.

Dire Crowley was just finishing his stack of paperwork when a distressed and confused ghost school keeper barged into his office informing him that one of the coffins received a student. The headmaster rushed to the scene right away only to find a busted coffin and a missing "student".

This all leads to him, along with squad of ghosts, scurrying along the school grounds to find the wayward child.

"Headmaster! I found them!" Bobby, one of the ghost staff that manages the cafeteria, shouted with glee and relief "they're at the top floor of west wing's tower!"

He hurriedly rushed (again) to the scene and found the teen in a complete daze, their eyes focused on the ocean's horizon. Crowley cleared his throat and the supposed student immediately snapped their attention on him.

"The island view is breathtaking, correct?" Crowley began, trying to ease them "it's one of the boasting qualities of N-"

"..island...stein.." they mumbled something but Crowley only manages to make out a few words.

"par–"

"DON'T FUCKING TELL ME I'M TRAFFICKED TO AN EIPSTEIN ISLAND-TYPE OF SHIT"

[katyawriteswhump]

The freak in the penthouse part 4.1

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve.

On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse

On AO3

4.1 Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

After they got out of the plunge pool, Eddie ordered champagne. It arrived mega fast. Steve grabbed the ice-bucket and said, “Balcony?”

He was gone before Eddie could answer. Eddie sheathed himself in his bathrobe as a surrogate comfort blanket. He braced himself to follow Steve somewhere he’d not been for several weeks.

The not-so-great outdoors.

Still, it wasn’t like Eddie was moseying into a packed mall. He took a drag of the stellar-quality Gamja Dustin had sent over and shuffled out. Steve handed him champagne, and he took a nerve-steadying sip.

“Holy shit!” shouted Eddie. “Check out that sunset.” 

“It’s wild. This place pisses all over the Carlton Ritz.” Steve levelled at Eddie’s side, leaning with his elbows on the balustrade. He wore only his tiny hotpants, which nearly distracted Eddie from a renewed fizz of unease:

“You get around, don’t ya, big boy? Worked in all the best hotels?”

Steve shrugged, fixing on the shimmering Hollywood Hills.

“Want a joint?” asked Eddie.

“I’ll pass.” Instead, Steve grabbed a strawberry from a bowl he’d dumped on a nearby sunbed. He tossed it in the air, catching it in his mouth.

Eddie grinned like an idiot. “I totally didn’t order those.”

“They come with the champagne.” Steve dabbed a red juicy smudge from his chin. “They bring out the flavor. Try it.”

He pressed a strawberry to Eddie’s lips, and Eddie wasn’t gonna refuse entry. He bit the strawberry and washed it down with champagne. Steve hadn’t lied—the flavor partied, sweet and sour and fizzy on his tongue. With a smirk, Steve popped another strawberry in his own mouth, then leaned forward for Eddie to bite it.

The kiss was inevitable. Eddie ditched his wine and even his joint, wrapped his arms around Steve, and clung. Steve aced the kiss, clinging too, fingers hooking so tight in Eddie’s hair they tangled and tugged.

Yup, he’s fantastic at making you believe he wants you.

Steve was also making Eddie forget himself, which was cool, cool, cool. They wound up having a dumbass strawberry fight, spattering them across the balcony, smearing them all over Steve’s torso and both their faces. Then they ate the taste out of each other’s mouths while dry rutting on a sunbed. With Steve gyrating on top of him, Eddie soon had a blockbuster erection again… and Steve?

His mask slipped a little when they broke for air. He actually shuddered, and that’s when Eddie felt the goosebumps as he stroked at Steve’s nape.

“You cold?” asked Eddie.

“No way,” said Steve. “It’s only September.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire, thought Eddie. At least it hadn’t been an involuntary shudder of revulsion.

A cool breeze cleaved between them, and Steve shuddered again.

“Wanna go back inside?” asked Eddie. “There’s a pigeon after the strawberries and I swear it’s hexing me with its manic pink eyes.”

Eddie led the way. Steve had already followed before Eddie realised that he’d gone in a different door from the one they came out through. The door that led to the room that he often avoided. The one where he piled the crap he didn’t want to think about, and the one with—

“You’re shitting me, man,” said Steve. “You’ve got a baby grand?”

“Yeeeah.”

“I didn’t even realise there was another room here.”

“Tell me about it. Seems I still get lost in my own penthouse. This is kinda my dump room.” 

Eddie started gathering up his notes from his game design and the probably-fake Hendrix guitar, which lay on the floor. He was considering reacquainting himself with his joint, when a neat chord sounded from the piano. Steve started to sing:

“It's a little bit funny 

This feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live—"

Steve’s voice cracked and he coughed briefly into his hand. “Shit! I broke your no music rule.”

Eddie snapped his gaping mouth shut. “No sweat.”

“Elton John not your poison?”

Eddie was still reeling. “I got every respect for the Rocket Man. ‘Your Song’ isn’t quite my kinda song, but… Shit, dude, it’s fine and you’re amazing. You can really belt it out—I’m envious—and where did you learn to tickle the ivories like that?”

“Learned as a kid.” Steve’s laugh was odd, brittle. “I sucked at reading music. Not much good when your parents want you classically trained.”

“They were uncool about it?”

Steve shook his head, slid across the piano stool to make room for Eddie. “They were always super-supportive. Always. They could never find a tutor who’d stick with their loser son.”

Steve sniffed, staring at the piano keys. Eddie was torn between feeling sorry for Steve and a smoldering curiosity to learn what happened to Steve’s “super-supportive” parents.

Only rich kids learned piano, right? Yet here Steve was…

Steve looked up sharply. “Let’s talk about you. Tonight’s all about you, Eddie-babes. Wanna share your rock-and-roll story? You finally gonna spill?”

“What?”

“You gotta be in a band.” Steve nodded at the guitar. “Let me guess. Had a fall-out with your bandmates? Artistic differences?” Eddie started grinding his teeth, and his knees jittered. “Or some other kind of musician? I mean, you got a piano here, dude… though I suppose it comes with the suite… Um, yeah, you don’t have to answer. I’ll zip it.”

Eddie realized he must be looking as pissed as he felt. Which Steve didn’t deserve. Eddie puffed out his cheeks:

“I was in a band. Corroded Coffin. We never hit the big time and I made my big bucks elsewhere—down to two other kids’ Einstein-like eggheads, and nothing to do with music or even lil’ ol’ me, really. No, I don’t play piano. I can mess around with a few chords, hit Middle C. That’s about it.”

“You’re pretty good at hitting my G… spot.” Steve’s hand slithered underneath Eddie’s bathrobe, zeroing in between his tense thighs. “I owe you a blowjob, man.”

Eddie lost his shit laughing. Steve’s dud-tastic smooth talking had totally melted the tension. Steve was stupid levels of nice as well as sexy af, and that was all that mattered. 

“From one loser to another,” said Eddie, blood shooting south, “I’m not gonna fight ya.”

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Thoughts I had during TGCF S2 Ep 8

Starting this week, I’ll be finishing my TGCF S2 Reactions!

Now here we go!

Previously on TGCF…

-That’s a lot of Orcs

-Man, I’m surprised none of Qi Rong’s lackeys are noticing disguised!Xie Lian and Hua Cheng and are like, “What?  I don’t remember the boss hiring ghosts more eye catching than we are.”

-“Oh?  Would you like me to do that?”  That delivery was awesome and it got Xie Lian adorably flustered!

-They have fangs!

-XL, you stopped two guys in a sword fight in Ep 5 you’ll still come out on top

-That’s the only quality he respects

-They’re still blending in

-That’s a lot of humans

-Baby Guzi!!!

-A new disguise!!!

-He’s returned

-Xie Lian looks great as a mortal in disguise

-There’s like 20 of them

-I’m surprised another lackey is noticing disguised Xie Lian and San Lang at the end of line and says, “Hey, I don’t remember capturing those last two.  Shouldn’t we tie ‘em up with the other humans?” And then the other ghost just goes “Nah, our king we’ll be pleased with two more for his feast.”

-That creepy odd flute music

-Aw baby Guzi

-Whoever did this track, props

-He touched his hand!!!

-He’s writing hanzi!

-San Lang understood! 

-San Lang’s still savoring the touch!

-Now San Lang has a message too!

-In other words he just wrote, “Heads up”

-*Content Warning for Accidental and unintentional Cannibalism*

-Gross

-That ain’t meat jerky

-Thank you San Lang

-That music keeps getting creepier as they travel deeper

-His throne room

-Ugh that ain’t chili

-San Lang’s enraged!

-That Xie Lian statue

-Oh no that statue was beaten in the past!

-They took their anger out on a young man who tried to help

-And here he is!

-He knows him

-That green oni mask

-Thank you Hua Cheng and E Ming!

-Aand there’s a backup chorus

-I think ‘Murderize’ disappointed every English Major watching this Episode

-Thank you Pei Xiu!

-I think he just wanted to be left in peace

-My eyes widened as Qi Rong swore like a really bad sailor

-Gross Qi Rong, that’s disgusting this guy’s officially worse than Koh the face stealer

-Man, I don’t think we’ve heard Feng Xin swear a lot until the previous episode 

-San Lang’s controlling his anger

-I wouldn’t want to be massaged by ancient Chinese orcs

-Xuan Ji got mentioned

-It’s official, Qi Rong supports Women’s wrongs

-RIP Xiao Ying, Pengtou not so much

-Qi Rong roasted the heck outta almost every Heavenly Official shown so far in the series

-I think Hua Cheng’s already better than Qi Rong

-He’s trying to cause drama between the martial gods

-His legs are propped up on Stone!XL’s bowing head

-The Dragon floor relief

-‘Pei Fling’’s an accurate nickname

-That one orc selecting a new human: Eenie, meanie, meinie, That guy

-Oh no Baby Guzi!

-Nyoom! Gotta go fast! - Basically Hua Cheng

-Literally the lackey that focused on XL and HC: I told you we should’ve tied those two guys back with the others! (This quote was inspired by one of Catwoman’s Henchmen in a cold opening of an episode in Batman: The Brave and the Bold and that same henchman said, “I told you we should’ve taken his utility belt!”)

-He caught the statue!

-And the statue’s gently placed on the ground

-Doll!Qianqiu moved!

-They’ve got more cave trolls!

-His eyes glowed

-Gotta go fast again!

-His head’s in an iron grip!

-Dang, literally 0 seconds after Qi Rong asked for help and got faceplanted into the ground by Hua Cheng sent all of his armed lackeys fleeing into the cave.  Dude really has the dumbest henchmen in the series

-Guzi’s Dad’s last action of selflessness was protecting his own son

-XL saved Baby Guzi!

-You gotta love Bad Cop!Hua Cheng

-Parental Xie Lian!

-Dude if I were you I’d keep the kid with me at all times, not that I want to be parent whatsoever

-Move over MCU Loki

-Qi Rong low key has the same pathetic energy as Prince John did in Disney’s Robin Hood

-“And then there’s me.  Smiling, as I end your damn life!” Preach Hua Cheng

-Right in front of his own statue

-There goes the Oni Mask

-Ugh purple lipstick and Xie Lian had better cosmetics in S1 EPs 1-3

8 down! 4 Eps left to go!

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Kaz Brekker - A hot drink and a softer side than usual 

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Warnings: None I think

Word count: 1324

Summary: You make a cup of coffee for Kaz and he shows you a softer side of him that he usually isn't putting on display for, well, anyone.

It was a normal day at the slat. There were no new heists planned for the moment, Kaz had too much paperwork to tend to and the ship-loads from the harbors weren't very interesting at the moment. The standard gray weather was hovering over Ketterdam as usual and the winds brought the smell of salt with it from the sea. You were down at the kitchen making some tea and brewing a cup of coffee for Kaz. The hot water from your mug was steaming and Kaz's coffee was twirling calmly in his cup. No milk, no sugar, no cream. Just dark, black coffee, matching his clothes and mood perfectly.

Balancing one cup in each hand you headed for the stairs and started climbing them slowly, careful not to spill any of the hot liquids on your hands. Although, Kaz would probably mind the coffee stains on the carpets more than he would ever mind your second degree burn you would receive for the trouble.

When you finally reached the top of the stairs you started your steps to Kaz's closed door. The wood creaked a bit under your feet and in the quietness of the top floor made you wince a bit. You didn't bother to knock, Kaz would know you were here anyway. You pushed down the door handle with our elbow and pushed the door open. It swung up and revealed a tired Kaz at the desk. His hair was a bit messy and his tie was loosened up. It suited him, this more relaxed look. He didn't look as harsh as he usually would. The everyday look fit him well and he probably knew it. It took you a while to realize that you'd stopped in the doorway to admire him from afar with two cups of hot contents in each hand. His brown eyed gaze quietly told you to close the door after you and come in, not stand there like a complete idiot. You cleared your throat and kicked the door closed with your heel before approaching the desk to set down the two cups. Kaz took the cup as soon as it reached the surface and you'd pulled your hand away from it. He sipped it quietly and gave you an approving nod when he looked up again. You beamed at his short affirmation.

The book you'd been reading before leaving to get coffee for Kaz was still lying face down on the window sill. You hadn't bothered to put in a book mark. After picking it up and making yourself comfortable again you quickly reached for the cup of tea, placing it closer to where you sat. Kaz had resumed his paperwork and your gaze landed on him again. His dark hair had fallen into a middle part and a few strands fell into his eyes. An almost faded scar was above his upper lip and you had to restrain yourself from reaching out to trace it. Kaz felt your gaze on him again but this time he didn't pause his work to look up at you. But a small smirk made its way to his lips as he put down the paper and picked up the next one.

"Don't look for any redeeming qualities, I don't have any," his voice was low but in the silence you heard him clearly. You let out a surprised laugh and pulled your gaze away from him, directing it to the book in your hands instead. A wide smile played on your lips and when you looked at him again he was already looking up at you though his dark lashes. You shook your head at him and looked away again.

"I wasn't. I don't waste my time on unnecessary things," you stated with a knowing look but a playful smile. Now it was Kaz's turn to let out a laugh. It wasn't loud or much, but it made your heart swell and your breathing catched in your throat. Your eyes shined despite the lack of light in the room and Kaz could swear his heart skipped a beat when his eyes met yours. You reached after your teacup and sipped lightly from it, careful not to burn yourself. Kaz raised his eyebrows at your action and you sent him a questioning look.

"What?"

"No, nothing. I just find it ironic that you say you don't waste your time and yet you're here drinking that seasoned water like it's tasty."

You let out an offended huff, "excuse you, mister. This 'seasoned water' is, for me, what coffee is for you. So don't disrespect it." Kaz gave you a shrug, "still a waste of time, though."

"Fine then," you said, smiling widely as you took another sip of tea to add to your dramatic act, "I'll go drink my water somewhere else if it bothers you so much," you dragged out the 'o' and raised your cup in a toast. Kaz knew you were joking of course, but he couldn't help but feel a yearning for your light company and your comforting presence. So when you turned around so that you faced him with your legs hanging off the edge of the windowsill ready to leave, he almost thought you'd actually leave for a second.

"Please stay, I'd like some company," Kaz's voice was quiet and hoarse, his eyes were glued on the paper in front of him, but both of you knew he wasn't actually reading it. You smiled at his request and nodded.

"Okay then," you knew Kaz. He didn't ask for things. He took what he wanted and this small moment of vulnerability and almost like a softness, it was something special. It was sweet. And you didn't want to ruin it or make him feel exposed or uncomfortable by addressing it. Kaz nodded and took a sip of his coffee, placing it down at the desk with a soft thud. You went back to reading your book. But you had a hard time concentrating on the words and you had to start over all the time because you just kept losing track of what you'd read and not. After a while you looked up at Kaz again, only to find him softly resting his eyes at you, taking in your appearance, just like you'd done earlier with him.

"Find any redeeming qualities, Brekker?" you quirked an eyebrow at him and smiled teasingly. He rolled his eyes at your comment and your complacency. But then something in his eyes seemed to loosen up. He sat back in his chair and pulled a hand through the dark strands as he directed his gaze to the view of Ketterdam behind you.

"Yeah, I do."

His answer knocked you back a bit. Not only because it wasn't what you'd expected him to say, but also the tone he'd said it in. Even if it was a bit teasing and kind of regretfully admitted, there was an undertone of gentleness and sincerity that you'd never heard him speak with before. And it took the breath out of you. You swallowed and nodded, smiling gently. Kaz returned to his papers and took the cup of coffee to his lips. You sipped on your tea, a bit stunned after his answer. It also filled you with a kind of comfort and a yearning to give him a hug and press a kiss to his cheek. But for now, you were content with what you had. The comfortable silence and the giddiness from having seen Kaz's more gentle side, the one that appreciated what he had. Your easy relationship and smooth interactions. It was enough for now, it wasn't one hundred percent, not a fully committed relationship, but it was all that Kaz was able to give you at the moment, and you were more than happy to see him put in the effort. It almost made you fall in love with him more.

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Step Into Christmas - DRW

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

Words: 8.4K

Summary: You spend some holiday quality time with your best friend, giving each other the one thing you both want most of all.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content, oral (m&f), unprotected penetrative sex.

“Danny, where do you want these decorations?” You called, detangling tinsel from mistletoe. Every damn year, your curly headed best friend shoved the decorations in a tub, and every year it was left to you to pry them all apart from the giant knot they inevitably tangled into.

His voice carried from the kitchen distractedly, assembling his liquor station for the Christmas shin-dig later, “Wherever you think, Dip, you jazz it up.”

You smirked to yourself at his stupid nickname for you as you answered, “Big mistake, Wagner.” 

A couple of days ago, you’d gotten a little too high and ordered yourselves some ice cream from Uber Eats, and somehow managed to ask for not one, but ten chocolate dip cones. The minute the delivery guy handed over the goods, Danny lost it laughing and he’d been calling you Dip since. 

You poked my head in his closet under the staircase, reaching through the dark and grabbing his step stool, praying no spiders had taken residence between the legs. With a shudder of distaste for the dusty cave-like space, you set the stool down in the doorway between his hallway and the kitchen. You stuck a thumb tack between your teeth and stepped up, holding the mistletoe above your head and centering it. Just as you pushed the pin into the frame, a pair of hands snaked around your waist. 

You let out a quick shriek of surprise, quickly followed by a giggle as Danny’s fingers danced into your ribs. “H-HEY no! Git, go- STOP-“ You wriggled in his grasp, furiously batting his hands away, and he finally had mercy. His hands stilled, but he let them rest on your hips as you both giggled. You hoped the laughter would explain the rosy tint spreading across your cheeks. 

The relationship you had with Daniel was… interesting, to say the least. You’d been friends since middle school, never more. Truth be told, you had the worst crush on him. You had for ages now. Danny never said anything though, and you weren’t about to throw away your best friend for a seemingly tiny chance he might feel the same. You’d been noticing lately, though, his touches that used to be platonic were growing increasingly flirtier as the weeks passed. The night of the ice cream incident, even as touchy as he got when he smoked, he attached himself to your side on the couch and didn’t peel away from you until the next morning when you woke up tangled together, much like the tinsel and mistle you fought to separate. 

Your laughter slowed down but your heart rate picked up, avoiding Danny’s mischevious smile as he still gripped your hips gently. On the stool, you were at eye level with him, and it was an unnerving feeling. You were so used to him leaning his arm on you as he towered over, his chin easily resting on the top of your head when you hugged him. Now, there was a direct line of sight between you, only making you more nervous. 

He jutted his chin out inquisitively, his smirk widening. Bastard. “You alright? Wouldn’t want you to fall.” 

You stepped down from the stool quickly, trying to hide your blush, but he didn’t step back when you moved, forcing you into his chest tightly. You nervously chuckled, pressing your palms into his chest. “I almost did, tickle-monster.” You faintly noted how warm and firm his chest felt under your hands. 

Danny gave you a far-too-knowing grin, and his big brown eyes flicked up to the decoration you’d just placed. He licked his lips, and he eyed your face with a flirtatious twinkle in his eye, then he winked before walking around you down the hall towards the living room. “Nice mistletoe placement, by the way. You hoping for a lil’ lip action?” he called over his shoulder. 

You snorted, flustered as hell, busying yourself with the knot of tinsel. “Yeah, actually. Sammy’s been looking really cute lately, thought I’d make my move.” 

Danny laughed out loud from the living room, making you smile. He knew as well as you did that Sam was like a little brother to you, in all senses. You loved him, and he annoyed the shit out of you. 

“Hey now, that’s my man!” The hum of his ancient stereo system resonated through the area suddenly, followed by the scratch of a needle dropping on a record. 

You giggled as you strung the green fuzzy garland across doorframes and railings. “We’ll have to fight to the death for his love.” 

A familiar funky piano riff sounded from the speakers, and you listened for a second before your brain caught up. Your head tossed back as you laughed, twining the end of the tinsel at the foot of the stairs. You trotted into the living room, making eye contact with Danny, both of you smirking like maniacs at each other as you froze, before erupting into loud singing. 

“Welcome to my Christmas sooooong…” you both shout-sang through laughter. 

Elton John’s Step Into Christmas was your favourite holiday tune in the world, something you bonded with Danny over years ago. It was a running gag at this point, you both sang along as obnoxiously as possible, with the worst exaggerated british accents you could muster. 

You danced over to your friend as you both performed into invisible mics. You giggled as Danny took your hands in his and knelt on one knee before you, looking up at you with drastic, pleading eyes. 

“…By asking youuu if you’d obliiige,” he crooned, slowly rising up to eye level as he sang the next line, “Stepping into christmas… with meeeeee!” You both mimicked Elton’s little piano riff before the chorus, meeting each other’s eyes with manic joy. 

“Step into Christmas, let’s join together, weeee can watch the snow fall forEVER AND EVER…” The pair of you were more shouting than singing at this point. Your laughter choked out your voice as Danny bent your wrists up to hold your hands palm to palm, lacing your fingers together, before pushing and pulling your arms playfully, dancing with you. 

You jumped around for a while, letting Danny spin you a few times, still laughing more than singing, even stepping up on the coffee table to really sell the performance. When the song faded out, you were more out of breath than you’d like to admit, collapsing beside your best friend on the couch in high-pitched giggles. 

For a few moments, you sat in comfortable silence, catching your breath. Danny sat up then, “Oh, just a sec, I’ve got something for you.” 

Your jaw dropped. “Daniel! We said no presents!” You watched him grab a small wrapped rectangle from his small cluster of presents near the tree. 

He flopped back beside you and grinned shyly. “Yeah, well, I actually had this made for you before we agreed that, so it doesn’t count.” 

You giggled, “Your logic is a bit flawed, but I’ll let it slide cause you’re so sweet.” You delighted in his blush, and he handed you the little wrapped box. You smiled crookedly, taking it and gently peeling the paper off. 

Danny rolled his eyes, “Just rip it for fuck’s sake.” 

You stuck your tongue out, continuing to carefully pry the folded corners of the paper. You slid the small box from the paper, trying not to show how secretly nervous you were. You hoped it wasn’t something too nice.

You opened the box, and inside was a dainty gold bracelet, decorated with your birthstone, the small gems delicately set evenly around it. Your jaw fell open, and you felt the air leave your lungs. 

“Danny…” you breathed, fighting the familiar pressure of tears. It was so gorgeous, so deeply personal and sweet of him. The nicest present you’d ever received. 

You blinked up at him after a moment, and he was watching your face shyly, chewing on his lip. “You like it?” he asked softly. 

You simply nodded, cocking your head as you smiled lovingly at him. “Danny I love it, its so beautiful.” He blushed, shrugging shyly. “Well, then it should be worn by a beautiful girl,” he quietly said, looking up at you. 

Your heart fluttered, and you giggled shyly. “Oh hush.” 

He smiled, and he leaned back, picking up the bracelet out of the box. He held both ends and draped it around your wrist, fastening it gently. You pushed down the butterflies that errupted from his gentle touch. 

“There,” he grinned, “perfect.” 

You held your wrist to your heart, leaning back into the couch beside him. “You didn’t have to do this, Dan.” 

He chuckled, “I wanted to. You deserve nice things. I like treating you,” he confessed. You blushed, looking up at the ceiling happily, toying with the beautiful present around your wrist. 

Then out of the corner of your eye, Danny’s head rolled over to look at you. You met his eyes, biting your lip as you smiled at him. He grinned lopsidedly, reaching his hand up to smooth your wild hair. His hand traced down the side of your head, coming to rest on your cheek. You were breathless all over again, unconsciously leaning into his palm. 

His eyes were warm, trailing all over your face with a peculiar smile. Almost curious, certainly affectionate. His thumb brushed across your cheekbone. Feeling suddenly very exposed, you swallowed and leaned back enough to make his hand drop away. You stood up, feeling Danny’s gaze follow you as you walked back down the hallway. “You want a drink?” 

You hoped Danny didn’t notice the shake in your voice. You didn’t see his eyes roll affectionately after you dodged his flirtatious actions. “Peppermint shots?” He called, standing up to follow you. 

At the counter, you grabbed the bottle of seasonal Smirnoff, cracking open the twist cap and grabbing the shot glasses from his cabinet. When he sidled up beside you, you handed him one of the glasses, pouring for both of you with a shake of your head. “This is gonna taste like mouthwash,” you giggled. Danny snickered, examining the shot at eye level. “Probably,” he agreed.

He winked at you, slipping his arm carefully around yours. His heart warmed at the dainty bracelet adorning your wrist, and you both downed the shots with intertwined arms. Your expressions matched comically, cringing at the god-awful vodka. You coughed a little, and Danny laughed through the pain, clapping you on the back a few times. You appreciated the gesture, though his touch definitely made it worse. You set the glass in the sink and shook your head. 

“Ew,” you said plainly. He laughed, “That’s an understatement.”

🎄

The minute the Kiszka’s arrived, the night’s festivities took on their usual level of chaos and inebriation. The music was blasting, making you grateful for the distance between Danny’s place and the neighbors. Drinks were downed, and shenanigans were underway. At some point, Sam tried to bang out some tunes on Danny’s upright piano, missing more keys than he hit in his stupor. Jake and Josh did a lovely rendition of some Queen song that neither of them could remember most of the words to, meaning they made most of them up. With lyrics that were not fit for civilized company. Danny and yourself, though equally buzzed, were the most reserved. In your participation, anyway. There was nothing reserved about Danny’s gaze on you all night. Every time you glanced over at him, his eyes were already devouring you. Amidst the drunken sing-along the brother’s spontaneously burst into, you’d dipped into the kitchen for a breather. 

“Get lost, Dip?” 

You gasped, startling at Danny’s unexpected voice right behind you. Turning your back to the counter you were leaning on, you met his gaze shyly. “Just needed… uh- needed a quick break,” you nervously chuckled, nodding towards the living room.

Danny smirked, stepping closer. You stepped back, your lower back meeting the counter. Your hands rested on the counter at your sides, and your breathing hitched as Danny took another step closer. “A break from them?” He cocked his head, his eyes falling down your body, shamelessly trailing them back up slowly. “Or a break from me?” His eyes met yours, something unreadable in his gaze. 

You chuckled again, your eyes darting sideways nervously. “What- why would I need a break from you?” You feigned indifference, your hitching breath giving you away as he stepped closer still into your space. 

Danny’s teasing smirk was sinful, his dark eyes drinking in your flustered state. “You tell me.” His body leaned forward, catching his weight on his hands as they planted on the counter at either side of you. His body caged you in, his broad chest and muscular arms trapping you in place. So much for escaping the tension. 

Your eyes flickered between his, and before you could register enough to prevent it, they dipped down to his lips and back. Your heart thudded as you realized, and Danny’s smirk grew wider. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” you blurted, ducking under his strong arm and practically running to said room. You didn’t dare turn to look at Danny before you clicked the door shut, locking it behind you. You faintly heard Josh and Sam bickering over lyrics as Jake continued to make up words to the song playing. None of it registered, though, and you heaved a sigh as you looked in the mirror. Your cheeks were pink, and you knew you hadn’t drunk enough to warrant it. You ran a hand over your forehead, mind racing. 

What was that? Did he… was he going to make a move? Did he want to kiss you? You hoped so, but you also ran away. Why did you run away? As terrified as you were in the kitchen, now you were even more scared that Danny would get the wrong idea. You didn’t want him to stop whatever this was. His flirting was making a mess out of you, sure, but you were lying if you said you didn’t love it. You thought back over the last few days, smiling absently to yourself as you remembered similarly charged moments. 

You were broken out of your thoughts by a body thudding into the door, startling you. A muffled grunt and more distant laughter told you one of the boys had walked right into the closed door, and you giggled as you opened it. Jake stumbled in, shaking off the collision and giving you a crooked smile and a salute. You patted the top of his head as you slipped out past him, letting him use the bathroom. “All yours, Jakey.” 

“Thanks, love,” he slurred in his Oliver voice. 

 The hour hand on the clock returned to single digits before the boys called it a night, Jake’s girlfriend picking them up on her way home from her parents. The silence was jarring in the aftermath of the evening, but the quiet was the least of your concerns. After your rendez-vous with Daniel in the kitchen, he certainly didn’t seem put-off as you’d feared. If anything, he doubled down on the flirting. The rest of the night was full of hungry eyes, lingering touches, and delicious tension. After your self pep-talk in the bathroom, you forced yourself to return the attention. If he was going to play this game, then you were too. You were never inclined to let him get the best of you before. If this was a challenge, then challenge accepted. 

When he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, you pressed your hand against his chest. If he whispered a joke in your ear, you were sure you bite your lip and giggle flirtatiously as possible. You made sure he caught you staring at him just as heatedly as he’d done to you. You were sure the boys hadn’t picked up your little game, but by the end of the night you could cut the tension with a knife. Danny seemed to pick up on your shift in attitude, and he lapped up your attention. It was adorably cute the way he puffed up with pride when you returned his PDA. 

You leaned against the doorframe of the hallway watching Danny shut the door behind Jake as his girlfriend steered him drunkenly into her backseat with a muttered thanks. Danny nodded with a smile, exchanging goodnights before letting the door click shut. He turned and leaned his back against the door. His eyes rested on the floor for a moment, looking thoughtful, then locking eyes with you as his hand slid up to twist the deadbolt closed. 

“Well this was a fun night,” you appraised softly, holding eye contact. Danny’s eyes quickly scanned your body, landing once more on your face. 

His voice was buttery and deep as he replied, “It was, wasn’t it.”

He pushed off the door, slowly making his way towards you, his eyes on the floor, a small smirk tipping up the corners of his mouth. He stuck his thumbs in his jeans pockets, his shirt unbuttoned halfway at some point through the night, teasing you with glimpses of his chest. You drank him in, blushing when he paused a few steps in front of you and lifting his eyes to catch you staring. 

You were expecting a teasing remark. You were not expecting him to quickly step forward and push you against the doorframe. 

You gasped, blinking up at his face, his soft curls falling gently over his face. He towered over you, always did with your short stature. So close, he was so close to you, his warmth was threatening to melt you without even touching you. He gently lifted a hand to curl one callused finger under your chin, tilting up your face. He smirked once more, looking infuriatingly cocky as you blushed and held your breath. Confidence suited him deliciously.

“Danny…” you breathed. He leaned closer, “Hm?” Arrogant little shit. 

He then caught your eye, and glanced upwards, nodding for you to look. Following his gaze, you spotted it. The fucking mistletoe you’d hung there this afternoon. It felt like a month ago to you now, and you cursed your past self as your eyes fell back to Danny’s. 

His smirk shifted into a more bashful smile, and he searched your face for any sign of reluctance. “I’m not reading this all wrong, am I?” he whispered, his breath fanning against your face with his proximity. 

His request for assurance gave you a boost of confidence, and you felt your lips quirking up in a playful smile. You gave him a challenging look, shrugging one shoulder. “You tell me,” you echoed his earlier words. Before he could process, you ducked quickly and took off towards the stairs with a giggle. He let out a surprised burst of laughter, and then he was hot on your heels. “Get back here, Y/N,” he growled playfully. You let out a manic little shriek of laughter, dodging the swipe of his hand as you climbed the stairs. “Make me,” you giggled.

You rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, seeing Danny getting closer behind you, and in your panic you giggled and ran down the upstairs hallway. You didn’t realize your mistake until you were already in the room at the end of the hall. The room that happened to be Danny’s bedroom. 

Shit. 

You whipped back around to face him, and he had the most shit eating smirk across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest smugly, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dipping down to watch his forearms bulge. You inhaled shakily, and Danny’s smirk only got cockier. 

“Danny…” you breathlessly giggled, nerves coloring your tone, “we can talk about this.”

The smug fucker bit his lip, pushing off the door frame and shifting his weight, examining you. He took a step closer, straightening out to his full height. 

“I don’t think I want to talk,” he practically purred, his voice smooth and deep in his chest. With each step he took forwards, you took one backwards, the spark between you threatening to catch any second. You held eye contact until the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed, when everything suddenly moved in superspeed. You stumbled, beginning to fall back, and Danny swooped forward. When your eyes blinked open, you were pressed on your back against his soft comforter, and your best friend’s arms supported his weight on either side of your head. You were caged in, and Danny was on top of you. He quickly crawled over your body, straddling your hips as he balanced on his knees. 

Then you were letting out short shrieks of laughter as his fingers relentlessly danced into your ribcage. “Sweet revenge,” he cackled, mercilessly tickling you without pause as you helplessly thrashed beneath him. 

“DANNY PLEASE- I’m begging youuuu!” you squealed. His eyes lit up, “I like the sound of that. Go on, beg me,” he goaded, moving his hands to your tummy, your ultimate weakness. Your laughter was silent now with a tear streaking down your cheek. You mouthed, “please, please please please stop-“ 

His smirk reappeared, flooding the space between your legs with warmth, as his fingers stilled against your sides and his warm breath still smelling of the hot chocolate with Baileys from earlier puffed gently near your face.

You grinned shyly as you panted, blushing as you met his flirtatious gaze. “Hi,” you giggled quietly, drinking in his beauty up close, his curls falling from behind his ear to tickle your cheek. He leaned down even closer, his lips millimeters from yours as he breathed, “Hey.” 

You heard his breathing falter, and drawing out the delicious tension even farther, you lifted your hips off the mattress and ground gently against his. He let out the sweetest little soft moan, those long dark eyelashes fluttering and his lips curling up in surprise. 

“Tease,” he softly joked, closing the distance. His lips pressed down into yours in the sweetest kiss you’d ever had. Your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him back eagerly, his lips warm and insistent against yours. Your heart pounded as your hands slipped up to hold both sides of his face, soft and so real under your touch. He sighed quietly, tilting his head more to deepen the kiss, your hands slipping into his curls as he parted his lips. Your tongues met in a gentle, brief swipe. 

You moaned, and Danny’s hands slid up your sides slowly, hesitantly smoothing over your chest and delicately cupping your neck. Your nipples hardened under your shirt at his brief touch, and as you whimpered needily as Danny pulled away slowly. 

His dark lashes fluttered open, meeting your eyes with his mossy warm ones. You gave him a shy smile, which he adorably returned, for the first time a light blush colouring his cheeks. “God, your smile,” he whispered. 

Your stomach erupted with butterflies as your eyes took in every detail of his face. “Your everything,” you whispered back. Danny smiled brightly, his perfect nose crinkling endearingly. “What, you think I’m cute or something?” he teased as he continued to examine your face. 

You blushed. “Danny,” you groaned, giggling. His smile widened further, as he pried your hands off your face. “Oh you DO, don’t you,” he sang, leaning down again and rubbing that nose you admired all the time against yours playfully. “You’ve got a crush on me.” 

You smiled wide, quickly ducking your head up and kissing his nose. 

“Of course I do,” you said quietly, looking down shyly. “How could I not.”

Then his lips pecked yours, making you glance up at him again, another wave of butterflies taking over as he flashed that blinding smile. “You’re stunning, baby,” he said softly. 

You poked his cheek gently, smiling, falling back to teasing  “Baby, huh? I like that better than Dip,” you giggled. He nodded, giving you a heartstoppingly warm smile. 

He grunted softly, leaning up on his haunches, stretching out of the uncomfortable position. You giggled, “Relax, grampa.” Danny shot you a playful glare, and you batted your eyelashes innocently. 

His smirk turned a shade darker. Without a word, he easily pushed the palm of his hand between your breasts and shoved you down flat against the bed. You gasped at his strength, the effortlessness of his action getting you flustered again. 

He came down on his elbow beside you, leaning slightly over your body. “What was that?” he feigned ignorance, teasing you. 

You ignored his teasing, simply gazing up at the boy above you, slightly breathless. “Kiss me again.”

Danny’s eyes met yours, the humor dropping from his smile, but stretching equally as wide. He cupped your cheek gently, brushing his nose against your cheek. “Gladly,” he whispered. He pressed his lips to yours softly, but it was torturously brief. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back to you quickly, and he chuckled against your lips, pulling away again. “What’s the matter?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m trying to make out with you and you won’t let me,” you pouted. 

He giggled at your whiny tone, running his finger down the tip of your nose. “You’re cute when you’re needy.”

Shooting him a faux glare, you retorted, “and you’re a tease!” 

He cocked his head, looking far too pleased with himself. “A tease? How am I teasing you, baby?” he questioned, and his hand cascaded down your side as he spoke. You hoped he didn’t feel you shiver under his touch. 

Suddenly a bit breathless, you struggled to hold his gaze. “You’re- you keep…” You trailed off as his hand slid lower, grabbing a fistful of your ass, his eyes darkening. Your eyes darted back and forth between his, and you breathed, “don’t look at me like that.” 

He nudged your nose with his, brushing your lips featherlight over yours. “Like what?” 

“Like you want to fuck me.” 

You watched his eyes squeeze shut, and his jaw clenched under your gentle hold. When they met yours again, his pupils took up most of his eyes, nearly black. 

He whispered against your lips, “and what if I do?”

You whimpered quietly, lacing your hand into his soft curls, trying to pull him closer. “Then we’d have one more thing in common.” Your breathing shook slightly at your admission, hoping he’d just hurry up and do it. 

Danny nipped your bottom lip gently, still not giving in and kissing you. He tried to suppress the nerves that laced his deep rumble. “You…” he swallowed, “you want me to fuck you?” 

Your breath hitched, not expecting it to be that hot coming out of his mouth. “Danny please.” 

Finally his lips crashed into yours, needy hot kisses overtaking your senses. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hand on your ass kneading and gripping. His other hand snaked under your neck to wrap around your shoulders, rolling you on top of him before you could blink. You quickly straddled his waist, whimpering softly and slipping your tongue into his mouth to taste him again. You lowered your hips, grinding gently into his steadily hardening erection, both of you letting out shaky moans into the kiss. You mumbled against his mouth, “Fuck Danny, you didn’t tell me you were so big,” you accented with another, firmer grind. 

He gripped your hips tightly, gritting his teeth. “Christ,” he hissed, “Not something you mention to your best friend,” he smirked. 

You bit your lip, sitting up enough to run your hands down his hot chest, pulling up the hem of his shirt. “I wanna be so much more than friends, baby.” 

Danny tensed slightly, and you quickly looked up from your hands, eyes widening as your words sunk in. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction. 

He searched your face, quietly confirming, “You mean that?” 

You blushed, but shyly nodded, toying with his shirt. 

Danny’s lips turned up in the corners, “You wanna be my girlfriend?” he asked gently. 

You bit your lip, fighting a wide smile and failing. “Of fucking course, boyfriend,” you giggled softly. 

His smile doubled, and he grabbed you by the neck, pulling you down for an excited kiss. You both smiled like idiots as you kissed over and over, excitement soon turning into neediness. 

Your hands migrated under his t shirt, and you smoothed your palms up across his chest. Thumbs swiping over his tight nipples, you took his soft gasp as your cue to start kissing down the sharp jawline you loved so much. 

You tugged gently on his earlobe with your teeth, and his grip on your hips moved up under your shirt, caressing your sides. “Shit,” he whispered breathily, giving your middle a gentle squeeze, as though reassuring himself that he wasn’t dreaming. The thought made you smile as you worked down his gorgeous neck. His quick inhale let you know you’d found a good spot, and you sucked lightly, nipping at the skin where his neck met his collarbones. The most delectable whimper resonated under your hands, and you moaned softly at his response. 

“Fuck, Danny, you’re so hot,” you whined, lips still pressed to his neck. He muffled a groan, tucking his lip under his teeth. You stuck your tongue out, flattening it and licking the sensitive skin before kissing a trail back up. His hands roamed as you explored his neck, first caressing your hips and ribcage, then slowly getting braver and slipping his fingers under the band of your bra. You smirked against his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth before pulling back. He looked adorably flustered, blinking up at you with his brows furrowed. You toyed with the hem of your shirt, seated over his firm bulge. 

He swallowed, gently pushing your hands away. “Let me… can I take this off?” he asked.

Nodding with a warm smile, your vision was briefly obscured as he lifted your top up over your head. You relished in the way his breath hitched. 

“Fuck me,” he breathed, his large hands coming up to cup and tentatively squeeze your breasts through your bralette. 

You sighed at his touch, watching his reaction to you. It suddenly occurred to you that this was really, finally happening, and though slightly nervous, you were primarily just relieved and excited. You bit your lip, catching his eye, and you shared a shy smile, a wordless check-in. You didn’t need to verbalize it, you knew he was feeling the same way. 

Your boyfriend.

You reached behind you and quickly unhooked your bra clasp, letting it fall away before his heated eyes. A small, choked whimper left his lips and his hands returned to your now bare breasts, squeezing with a little more confidence, even swiping those callused thumbs over your nipples, eliciting a shiver. 

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, looking like his heart was about to stop. You bit back a laugh, leaning forward, his hands pressing more firmly into your chest. His eyes followed his hands through the angle change, pressing them together momentarily, then tugging and twisting ever so gently at your nipples. You let out a slightly too loud moan, but Danny was only fueled by it. He leaned up, honestly an impressive show of core strength, flicking his tongue up over your nipple and sucking into his perfect lips. Only then did his eyes dart up to yours, looking you in the eye as he sucked at your breast. 

So much for composure. 

Your head tossed back and you whined, lacing your fingers into his curls. “Yesss, Danny fuck,” you ground into him once more, anything to get relief from the ache between your legs. His erection hit that perfect spot, your eyes fluttering shut. 

He pulled back with a wet kiss, laying back and lifting his arms as you tore his shirt over his head. You immediately leaned down, kissing over his pecs as your hands ran down his soft, muscular tummy. You smiled mischeviously as your thumbs brushed that delicious dark trail of hair under his belly button, remembering all the sweet little fantasies that tortured you at night. Til now, anyway. 

You lifted your head, tracing one finger down that trail. Danny bit his lip, watching your finger slip lower, dipping under the button of his jeans. You popped it open before meeting his gaze questioningly, with a quirk of your eyebrow. He shot you a cheeky smile, reaching down to tug his zipper down. 

You grinned, “Oh, eager are we?” 

He chuckled, gently placing your hand back in place over his lower abdomen. “Babe, I’ve been fantasizing about this for ages, I’m amazed I have this much self control.” His chest rumbled with the lustful depth of his voice, sending a wave of arousal southward. 

“You fantasized about me?” Your question was accompanied by a teasingly light caress of his bulge over his black boxers. Danny swallowed harshly, nodding. “Yeah, did you?” 

“God, yes.”

He smirked at your answer, his abs tightening from his inability to buck his hips into you. “What did you think about?” 

You blushed, despite straddling his thighs with your tits out, and smiled. “You tell me first,” you giggled. 

He smiled, laying his head back into the pillow, looking at the ceiling. His cheeks coloured pink, and he chuckled. “I imagined pretty much everything with you, Dip.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately at the nickname, but ignored it. “What exactly, baby, cmon, details.” You teased your finger absently down the length of his prominent bulge, barely hard enough for him to feel it, but he twitched under you nonetheless. 

He swallowed a whimper, still looking at the ceiling, not at you. “I… um…” 

You scooched down the bed some, slowly making your way between his denim clad thighs. You rested your hands on them, squeezing the muscle. “If you tell me, I’ll do it,” you cooed teasingly. His jaw clenched above you, and you smiled. 

“Your mouth,” he strained, “sucking me.” He looked down at you finally, and his eyes were two shades darker. Your breath hitched, from both his words and the feral look on his face. 

“Fuck that’s hot,” you whispered. He bit his lip hard, his eyes dipping slightly down from your eyes to his straining cock, still half contained in his jeans. You followed his gaze, running your hands up his thighs, brushing over him and tugging his jeans down. His hips lifted off the bed to help you wiggle the tight denim off. You tossed them behind you and kissed his thigh. You palmed over his length and whimpered softly at the size of him.

“Fuck Danny, I’ve never sucked a dick this big before,” you whined hungrily, squeezing him. He was girthy too, and so warm. Danny groaned, his jaw hanging open slightly, and you couldn’t help it. You’d wanted to tease him, but you needed to taste him too badly. You tugged his boxers down his hips, and watched as his length was slowly unveiled like a delicious christmas present, inch by inch uncovered until his cock bobbed freely. 

He watched your face with a smug, yet bashful smile. “You know, you’re fucking torturing me.” You hummed questioningly, feigning innocence. “So close, and that innocent look on your face,” he continued lowly. You looked up, smirking and leaning down closer. 

You spoke close enough to him that he could feel your breath against him, “Poor baby, you want this pretty cock sucked?” 

His jaw dropped, and he groaned quietly, nodding. “Please,” he breathed.

Leaning down, you let your lips graze his velvety tip, “God, I can’t wait to taste you,” you murmured, pressing a kiss against his head. 

He whimpered, “Please, please, fuck I- OHHhh-“ his voice cut off into a low moan as you brought his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him slowly before sucking gently. Your hand wrapped firmly around the base of him, giving him a few gentle strokes. 

You hummed into him, your eyes fluttering shut at the salty taste of his precum. He tasted as delicious as he looked, curls a wild mane around his head as he succumbed to pleasure. His chest rose and fell rapidly, not from exertion, but lust. “Oh my god, yes, fuck, ohhh,” he mindlessly praised, his hand coming to hold your hair away for you. Your eyes crinkled in a smile around him, and you flicked your tongue gently over his frenulum. Danny choked out a slurred plea, “Fuck, ohh, mmm, god yes,” his hand in your hair tugging gently as his fist clenched. “Fucking suck me,” he growled.

You moaned into him, happily obliging, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. You suctioned tightly, steadily bobbing your head. Danny’s head tossed back, and his hips jutted slightly into your mouth, nearly gagging you before he caught himself. You pulled off him for a gasp of air, and quickly jerked his length as you caught your breath.

He leaned up on his free elbow, watching you in awe, his lips parted in pleasure. “Holy shit,” he panted. 

You gave him a bashful smile, “Good?” You didn’t wait for his answer to duck back down and suck on his tip, your hand still pumping him. He groaned, his eyes losing focus, “So fucking good, feels so good baby.” 

Your eyelids drooped in lust at his words of praise. You never knew how much you’d get off on his pleasure, but you’d never been so horny in your life than hearing him losing his composure. 

Before you could react, he was pulling you off him, a lewd wet noise echoing as he slipped out from your lips. He shuddered, pulling you up alongside him. His large, rough hands cupped your face as he kissed you furiously, earning a hungry moan and your hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. He took the chance to roll you onto your back, and he swung his leg over in between yours as the makeout continued. Your eyes rolled back under your closed lids, feeling him poking your stomach, the muscle in his shoulders and back flexing. You momentarily admired your new boyfriend’s strength and masculinity. He sloppily but enthusiastically trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and you once more treated yourself to a fistful of his silky soft curls. “Fuck, baby, want you so bad,” you whined, arching your neck into his mouth. 

He chuckled darkly, sinking his teeth gently into your shoulder before licking over the spot. “So fucking hot,” he growled into your collarbone, scooching lower to squeeze your breasts and suck your nipple between his lips, popping them as he glanced up at you darkly, “what do you want, now?” His smirk was gonna be the death of you.

You tried to gently push his head lower, but he raised up off your body, “ah ah ah, use that sweet little voice and tell me what you need.” 

You shut your eyes, stifling any embarrassment in favor of losing yourself in the moment. “Want you to play with my pussy, want your mouth all over me,” you blurted softly. 

Danny’s jaw clenched, despite the dark smirk overtaking his face. “Good fucking girl.”

He hastily popped open your pants, tugging them down past your knees, and pulling your knees apart with his hands roughly, leaving only your visibly damp panties between his hungry eyes and your aching core. He huffed a desperate sigh out of his nose, biting his lip hard as his brows knit. “Fuck, baby,” he slid his right hand from your knee down your inner thigh, watching his own hand rest at the crease of your thigh, and he extended his thumb to brush lightly over the little damp patch of fabric. 

You were clenching around nothing, watching him hovering above you torturously, taking his sweet time teasing you. “Touch me, Danny,” you whined. 

He pushed his thumb against your clit with more pressure, smirking up at your face as you gasped. “You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you, sweet girl?” 

You nodded, bucking against his thumb for more friction, but he quickly withdrew his hand. “Dannyyyy,” you huffed, causing him to actually chuckle at your frustration. He stood up from the bed, his throbbing cock bobbing tantalizingly as he leaned over you, kissing you far too sweetly for the moment. “Need to grab something,” he murmured against your lips, pecking them again and shooting you a wink as he turned and walked out. You took the opportunity to ogle his perfect ass as he left, biting your lip. Bastard. 

He quickly returned with his hands behind his back and a smirk on his face. 

You eyed him suspiciously, unable to contain the crooked smile. “Whatcha got there?” 

He shrugged, walking over to the bed and crawling over you once more, both of you sharing giddy smiles as he crawled up to kiss you again. You felt his arm move above your head, and you reluctantly pulled back, glancing above your head and dissolving into giggles. 

He gave you the goofiest grin, and he was holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads. “What, it’s christmas,” he giggled. 

You shook your head, affectionately cupping his cheeks as you laughed. “You are unfairly adorable, y’know that?” 

He shrugged coquettishly. “Glad you think so,” he playfully replied. “Now, where was I…” he pretended to think, then narrowed his focus back to your eyes. “Oh right, unwrapping my christmas present.” He winked, and you giggled, blushing. 

He crawled down your body, kissing down your chest and tummy, and your giggles quickly morphed into sighs and whimpers as he teased along the waistband of your panties. His teeth picked up the band, letting it snap against your skin. 

You couldn’t resist. “Have you been a good boy, Danny?” 

He smirked up at you through his lashes. He pressed that gorgeous strong nose against your covered clit and kissed the damp patch. “I’m feeling pretty naughty right now, baby girl.” His tongue poked out, licking at it lightly. You whimpered, bringing your hands up to cup your breasts. 

He kissed your clit again, then hooked his fingers into the waistband. “Do I still get my present?” he teased, voice rumbling deeply. 

You swallowed your moan, “Being nice is overrated anyway.” 

With your nod, he slipped your underwear down your legs, smoothing his hands down your thighs as he did. Once they were off your ankles, he slowly laid flat on his stomach between your legs, looking up at you smugly. 

You held eye contact with him, feeling faint with desire as his lips drew nearer to your slit. 

Then, the mistletoe reappeared as he dangled it in front of his face, right above your core, and he shot you a far-too-smug wink, leaning down and kissing both of your soft pussy lips slowly. 

You shivered, whimpering as you leaned up to watch him. His eyes were now glued to your lower half, and he dropped the sprig of fake mistletoe, holding his weight on one elbow and bringing his free hand up. He dipped between your lips with his thumb, spreading you open with your glistening juices, and gliding the digit up to circle your clit torturously slow. His eyes were black with desire, his jaw hanging slightly open. 

He lowered his head, spreading you open with his fingers and planting a gentle kiss to your clit. You gasped, and anticipating your reaction, he held your hips down before you could buck your hips. “You gonna be a good girl?” he growled. 

You nodded quickly, biting your lip hard. He smirked, “Yeah? Gonna let Daddy taste you?” he leaned down again, holding eye contact as his pink tongue poked out, barely flicking against your clit.

You threw your head back with a whine. “Please, fuck, I need you.” 

He exhaled slowly against your slit, “You have no idea,” he breathed, finally flatting his tongue and lapping against your clit languidly. 

Your moan was embarrassingly loud, but you didn’t even notice. The edging and anticipation had you incredibly sensitive, and his tongue made fireworks go off behind your closed lids. “Danny-“ you gasped, his lips sucking your clit into his mouth, rhythmically sucking and licking, “AH- Yes, shit…” 

He hummed in satisfaction, continuing to tongue at your clit, his free hand slipping between your legs beneath his chin. He paused for just long enough to ask, “Fingers?”

You whimpered, “Yes, fuck, please Danny.” 

He slid one long rough digit smoothly inside, returning to lap at your clit lazily as his finger began pumping in and out. He groaned roughly into you, delicious vibrations lighting up your nerves. You moaned, bucking against his face, his nose brushing your clitoral hood. You could feel him breathing through his nose, his shaky but steady breaths proving the depth of his focus on your pleasure. 

He sucked your clit into his mouth again, holding it there with gentle suction as he withdrew his finger, adding a second as he slipped back in. You cried out, unable to resist gripping his hair tightly. Calling his name desperately, you felt your orgasm growing, spurred on by his wet enthusiastic oral skills and the perfect curl of his fingers massaging your G spot. 

“D-Don’t fucking stop- oh god, please,” you babbled, so fucking close, humping his face at this point. Danny flattened his tongue, letting you use him to ride out your high as he fucked you with his fingers. You felt movement, and glancing down, you saw him grinding his hips against the bedspread. He moaned into you, and the feral sounding noise combined with the sight of him fucking into the bed as he ate you out sent you hurtling over the edge. 

You hoarsely cried out his name, whimpers and moans and swears filling the room as your hips ground into his face greedily. Your thighs clenched around his face through your high, and he groaned hoarsely. Danny’s tongue slowed, his fingers withdrawing as you began to twitch and jolt from overstimulation. He panted, his eyes fluttering shut as he caught his breath. You looked down at him breathlessly, licking your lips. 

After a moment he refocused on you, offering a small smile. “That was so fucking sexy,” he chuckled. 

You blushed, smiling and admiring him. “…You’re a God,” you giggled. Now it was his time to blush, grinning up at you bashfully. 

He lifted himself up on all fours, making his way up your body. “You certainly seem to think so, the way you were calling my name,” he mumbled smugly. You rolled your eyes playfully.

His lips on yours erased any chance of a witty reply, though. He sucked and nibbled at your bottom lip, kissing you deeply. You felt him leaning some of his warm weight on your body, and you hitched your leg up on his hip. As his weight shifted, his achingly hard length slipped from your thigh to rest along your slit. He gasped shakily against your lips at the sensation, and you chased his lips, hungrily kissing him. “Don’t make me wait any longer baby,” you whispered, lifting your hips to let his cock slip easily through your folds. 

He grunted softly, “You want me to fuck you? Huh?” he goaded raspily. 

You nodded quickly with a whimper, making eye contact as he lifted his head. “Danny please, need you baby.” 

His brows furrowed tightly. “Jesus,” he breathed. “Gonna make you cum so hard, wanna make you feel so good.” Your soaked slit coated him as he steadily slipped back and forth through it, wet noises echoing lewdly. 

Finally, he slipped a little lower, his tip catching on your entrance and with a slow push of his hips, he sheathed himself inside you inch by glorious inch. 

Your eyes rolled back, “Oh fuck, Danny…” 

He groaned, mumbling under his breath. “So fucking tight, so perfect, take me so well.” 

You lifted your hips to meet his, both of you working together to meet a steady fluid rhythm. His hips, ever steady like the drummer he was, effortlessly catching on that sweet spot inside. You lost yourself in the unbelievable feeling, wrapping your legs around his hips and your arms around his shoulders. He leaned downwards, capturing your lips in a furiously passionate kiss, ramping up the intensity of his thrusts. You cried out pathetically, your tongue wrestling with his. 

“So fucking good for me,” he panted, his hands moving to grip your hips. He roughly pulled you down, slamming into you harder. The slapping of skin and moans filled the quiet room, both of you far too lost in ecstasy to fully notice. 

Danny’s hand migrated inwards, his thumb finding your clit and circling it, rubbing in time with his hips. You instantly felt yourself growing hotter and clenching around him, making him cry out and fuck into you faster. “Fuck baby, I’m so close, you gonna be good and cum for me?” His desperate, rough voice pushing you even closer. 

You nodded weakly, your brows tipping up in the center of your forehead as you whined, “Yessss, Danny please, so close, make me cum…” 

His thumb circled you faster, his hips beginning to falter in their thrusts. “Oh- ah, fuck-“ he gasped, his cock twitching inside you, and you felt yourself shoved over the edge. 

You barely registered it, but you screamed his name, scratching your nails mercilessly down his strong back as he fucked you both through it. His warm release pooled inside you, making you see stars. “Yes, yesyesyesyes,” you moaned incoherently.

Danny’s jaw hung loosely, his eyes glued to you as you came down, the most awe-inspiring thing he’d ever witnessed. He slowed his thrusts, wincing slightly as he gently pulled out of you. You let out a soft, fucked-out whine under your breath, and he smiled brightly through the post sex fatigue. He laid beside you, his arm under your neck pulling you by your shoulders to curl into his side. 

You nuzzled your head into his neck with a satisfied hum, a lazy smile breaking out on your face. Your fingers splayed across his chest, drawing lazy shapes on his skin as you caught your breath. He was the first to break the contented silence. 

“Best. Christmas. Ever.” 

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midnight, no headlights // George Daniel- pt 1

content warnings: no smut (yet) but still some kissing so minors go away, drinking, swearing, smoking, awkward flirting and writing because I am not great at either! word count- 2500-ish

a/n: hiii so the vote came out that you didn't mind this fic being split up so, this is the first part! 2014 George has had me in a chokehold recently (thanks to @abiiors) so I had to write something for him!! this is part one of two and I have absolutely no idea when the other part will come out!! I actually kind of hate this but can't cope with it sitting in my google docs any longer. I've been in a massive writing slump lately and I'm really rusty, so if it's awful... be nice about telling me lol. anyway ill stop chatting shit now, here it is

Another espresso martini, great. It seemed like all you had to do for this shift was make them for groups of obnoxious girls. To be honest, you were jealous they were able to go out and have fun on a Saturday night, you were stuck doing a shift at this shitty club for some band's afterparty. The shift started fine, a few pints here, a few ciders there but it had soon devolved into a sticky bar and overly complex cocktails with too many ingredients.

A tattooed hand stuck out from the crowd and soon the tall man attached to it wormed his way through and took a seat on the green barstool in the corner, from just his hand you had assumed you'd be getting another shitty beer but he defied all your expectations when you caught a glimpse of the rest of him.

A pile of badly blonde dyed hair sat on top of his head, either side was shaved. He had a sly look in his eyes but a gentle smile on his face, his features seemed hard individually but when you put them together you were left with a very soft look. His arms were exposed due to the white vest he was wearing, colourful and seemingly random tattoos snaked up them. You couldn't see his bottom half anymore but you caught a glimpse of his black ripped jeans, the outfit was nothing remarkable. In fact, it was kind of boring but for some inexplicable reason, he just looked fucking good.

His eyes had an alluring quality to them, pulling you in slowly. They were so alluring in fact, that whilst you were staring into them and walking over to him you tripped. Luckily, before you could fall on your ass in front of the only hot customer you've seen in ages, you caught yourself on the edge of the bar. His hand caught yours as you fell in an attempt to steady you, “Woah you alright darling? Thought you were meant to be sober on shift” he cheekily remarked.

His deep vocals sent a shiver through you, normally in a club like this you had to practically scream to hear each other but for some reason, it seemed like his voice was the only thing you heard. It sat at a different frequency that went right into your bones. You scolded yourself internally for fawning over a man who had said one sentence to you.

“Haha very funny, I’ll have you know I'm stone-cold sober. But I'm assuming that you're coming up here to no longer be that, so what can I get you?” you retort back smiling politely and leaning slightly into the puzzling man.

“I'll just have a vodka soda please sweetheart” he began but he soon looked around at the hoards of people surrounding him and quickly added, “Actually make that a double.” his correction caused you to giggle slightly. You briefly wonder what about the rowdy people made him change his order but decide not to ask and just begin making the drink.

The small cup of drink umbrellas teased you as you worked. Every time an especially manly-looking man ordered a drink you added a little umbrella, just to see their reaction. Sometimes they say nothing and just look confused but every once in a while, you get an especially good reaction. The best reactions are usually from self-described “gym bros” who are on a date, they scoff and act as if a small umbrella completely negates their manhood. It might seem juvenile, but you'll do anything to spice up a boring shift. You decide this mystery man with the “fuck me” eyes would like one so, you grab a teal cocktail umbrella and stick it in his double vodka soda.

“Here you are! A vodka soda,” you begin to hand the drink over, he reaches out but you quickly pull it away and correct yourself, “Sorry, double vodka soda” A smirk sneaks onto your face as you hand over the drink to the man. His face mirrors yours, a teasing smile overtaking his features.

"thank you, love," he smiles gratefully, going to take a sip but quickly recoiling at the sight of the umbrella in his drink. You think he'll scoff, throw it on the floor and call you a dickhead but no. he smiles, takes the small umbrella out and places it behind his ear, he finishes off the action with a wink and click of his tongue towards you.

A light laugh falls out of you at his action, not expecting him to be so cheeky about your little joke. He holds eye contact as he downs the rest of his drink, the action isn't inherently flirty but still, you feel a pulse thrum through you at the sight.

“Not such a good night then?” you remark. Despite having about 30 people you should be serving right now you remain enamoured by the man with the tiny umbrella behind his left ear.

“What gave me away huh? Chugging the drink or coming to hide in the corner?” he smiles, you can't help but feel slightly sorry for him, out to a cool afterparty on a Saturday night and he's choosing to sit in the corner and chat with the bartender.

It's then you make the decision you're gonna make this guy's night, in any way he’ll let you.

“Any reason you're hiding away? From a particular person maybe?” you ask leaning on the bar and staring at the man in front of you, “ooh are the band assholes? Wouldnt shock me if they were considering this afterparty, they're usually the overly cocky and handsy type when they party this hard” you add. The man across from you raises his eyebrows at you and his smirk grows marginally larger, you have no idea who you're talking to. And he loves that.

Soon the small amount of eye contact you're sharing becomes too much, you grab a rag and begin to wipe the bar in front of you. You figure you should at least pretend to work whilst talking to the curious stranger, still with the teal umbrella behind his ear.

“Oh no, not hiding from anyone specifically just everyone really. I was dragged here by a couple of mates but I'm hoping to make an escape soon.” he chuckled out whilst swirling the ice in his cup. Wordlessly you grab it from him and begin to make another drink.

“I won't give you an umbrella in this one handsome, not lucky enough to get two in one night” you wink at the man in front of you. The nickname slipped out thoughtlessly, you were used to flirting for tips so it felt like second nature to use them whenever you spoke. A light blush flushed your cheeks at your realisation, it didn't go unnoticed by the tattooed man.

“Handsome huh? Wow, do all your patrons get such good service?” he says looking at you whilst taking a small sip of the drink you handed him. A smile breaks over his lips as he realises it's another double, he briefly thinks of making a quip accusing you of getting him drunk but your bashful smile distracts his mind.

Your heart flutters slightly at his comment, hoping he would just ignore your slip-up. Quickly you rectify the situation not wanting him to have any more power over you than he already does, “Well when I don't know their names, yes.”

“Ahh, well nice to meet you..” he pauses briefly, indicating you to fill in the blank.

“I don't know about giving my name to a random customer… what if you're an axe murderer? I think I’ll keep that to myself” you smile, trying your best to mimic the teasing look in his eyes. The tall man opens his mouth to reply but before he can a voice comes across the bar.

“y/n! Will you stop flirting with that douche with the man bun and help? Im stuck making 25 pornstar martinis on my own!” your coworker chastises you.

You turn back to the noise of a cackle coming from the so-called “douche with the man bun” his laugh makes a mortified smile come across your features as you sigh and throw the rag you were holding to the bar in front of you.

“Calm down Tony! I'm coming you dick” you shout back in the direction of your coworker, only receiving an unimpressed glare back.

“Okay then, I'm going to work now and hopefully never see you again or I will die of embarrassment, bye douche with a man bun” you sigh jokingly at your conversation partner.

“Bye y/n” he replies with a teasing wave, you begin to walk away with your head hanging in shame but soon a loud voice from behind you catches your attention “It's George by the way, only my mum calls me douche with a man bun” he smiles cheekily, obviously proud of his comment.

In your hopeful final words to the now not-so-mystery man, you say, “Well it was nice to meet you George, may our paths never cross again” With a flourish you turn around and start grabbing ingredients to help Tony deal with the hoards of people.

Your paths did cross again, about 2 hours later in the smoker's area behind the bar. The cool air was just beginning to soothe your running mind when you heard an unmistakable voice ring out behind you.

“You got a lighter sweetheart?” he asks, the handsome man you now know as George comes to stand in front of you, with the same alluring eyes and smile but now with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. This was your first chance to look at him in full but you couldn't pull your focus away from the cocktail umbrella that still sat behind his ear.

‘Shit’, you thought, he asked a question and here you are just staring at him like a deer in headlights. Why is it that whenever an attractive man was within 5 feet of you, you suddenly stop acting like a human fucking being?

You cough lightly clearing your mind and your throat before silently passing over your lighter, he twisted it in his hand and admired the engraving on the silver case.

“All my love, A xx” he read out loud, “from a boyfriend maybe?” he cheekily asked before flicking it open, lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag. You watched as his cheeks hollowed around the end of it, the deep contours of his face only becoming deeper as he breathed in the smoke. You weren't sure what it was but despite the fact you had met him not even 3 hours ago, you were comfortable.

That felt dangerous considering you weren't exactly known for thinking decisions through, especially after a few drinks.

As soon as Tony said you could clock out, you did. And then promptly had 3 shots of tequila minus the lime and salt. No time for that when you're trying to get drunk quickly. The mix of the alcohol running through your bloodstream and the enticing combination of cigarette smoke and whatever cologne he was wearing gave you the confidence to do what you did next.

“Nope, no boyfriend, you trying to sus out my relationship status Georgie?'' Once again the nickname slipped out easily, feeling like old friends already. He placed his arm on the brick wall behind you and leaned in slightly closer as if he knew what you were thinking.

“Georgie already huh? And what if I was darling, is that such an issue?” he drawled out, smirking slightly as he places the lighter back into your hands, holding them slightly longer than necessary. You were shocked at how warm he was considering it was 3 am outside a club.

“No, no, absolutely no issue,” you begin, leaning up into his face, eyes flicking down to his lips and back up to meet his unwavering gaze. His eyes soon followed suit, mirroring your actions back at you, staring at your lips longingly.

The closer you got the more sure he was, even placing his other hand behind your neck, but soon you swerve left and pluck the umbrella from behind his ear and lean back to place it behind your own.

A groan comes from the man in front of you as he places both hands on the brick wall behind your head, effectively caging you in, but you didn't mind. He looks down at you and can't help but smile at the overjoyed look on your face. The small umbrella sat behind your ear just like he had done earlier in the night.

“What a tease” he complains cheekily, leaning ever so slightly closer whilst protesting, almost as if he wasn't feeling that rejected after all. You used this opportunity to study his face closely. A very light stubble dusted his jaw. A small freckle sat under his left eye on his cheek, both of which were a rosy red from standing in the cold air with you. His hair sat crazily on top of his head but not in a messy way, in an effortless “I'm so cool and I don't even try way”. God, if he wasn't so attractive and nice, you would have to hate him.

All your staring wasn't lost on George, his ear tips going slightly red from the embarrassment of being analysed. Before he could look too bashful your drunk mind said the only thing it could think in that moment.

“God you are so beautiful,” you whisper, feeling as if you spoke too loud the air between you both would be disturbed. Just as George opened his mouth to no doubt correct you, you shoved your mouth onto his without a care in the world.

Despite you all but jumping on George, he adjusted quickly. The groan you let out at his lips on yours was hastily replaced by a shocked moan as he licked into your mouth. Despite his possibly rough looking exterior, his lips were soft and gentle as they moved over your own. It wasn't long before his hands were grasping your ass and you threw your own around his neck.

George pulled away and you whined at the loss, he breathlessly giggled at your response and asked, “You live round here?” you quickly nodded, desperate to keep kissing you but just as quickly as you leaned in you shot back and threw your head back against the wall and groaned frustratedly.

He threw a questioning look at you and you swiftly told him your issue, “My place is only about 10 minutes from here,” he began to look hopeful but you shot him down, “But my roommate has her boyfriend round tonight and I've been given very clear instructions to come home and go straight to bed. Absolutely no disturbances allowed. And I'm pretty sure a 6ft man called George is a pretty big disturbance” You patted his chest dejectedly as you finished.

“Firstly,” George spoke holding one finger up, “I'm 6ft 4 thank you very much.” you giggled lightly at his insistence to get his height correct. “Secondly, we can go back to my place it's a bit… strange. But it's got a bed so?” he asked with a questioning lilt to his deep voice.

He waited with bated breath for your answer, hoping you wouldn't as too many questions he can't answer but all you said was, “Call the Uber” before attacking his lips once again.

[tonberry-yoda]

Vinyl Collection - Lucio

Pairing - Lucio x reader

Warnings - SO MUCH FLUFF

Word Count - 735

Notes - I SERIOUSLY AM SO PROUD OF THIS ONE! Sorry for yelling, but i love lucio with all my heart and soul and havent wrote for him yet. I have been having a blast writing fics lately. also wish my luck it's almost finals week. Ive been trucking through these weeks though so look at me! love you all hope you're all well and staying hydrated! <333

"You wanna see somethin' cool?"

Before you could even answer Lucio, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to run with him, but there was no way you could catch up with him wearing his skates.

"Lucio! Lucio wait!" Lucio let go, making you fall flat on your face.

"Oh, shoot!" Lucio ran up to your fallen figure, trying not to laugh as you sat up.

"Don't you dare laugh, Lucio."

"I'm not... I swear." Lucio's face was red holding back laughter until you burst out laughing yourself.

"Dammit, Lucio." You rubbed your definitely bruised nose and gave Lucio a playful smack on the arm.

"Sorry, sorry. Here let me help you up." Lucio grabbed your hand, helping you off of the ground, checking to see if you were hurt anywhere else. Surprisingly, for what just happened to you, you were in perfect condition.

"What did you want to show me?" You wiped off your pants as you quickly let go of Lucio's hand, blushing.

"Okay, this time, I won't drag you and make you fall flat on your face," Lucio giggled, skating forward a bit. "Follow me, y/n."

Lucio skated slowly, making sure that you were staying close being, trying to hide how giddy he was.

"Seriously Lucio," you climbed a ladder up to some tree house, surprised that he could climb it with those roller blades on. "What is it? I feel like you've dragged me halfway across the country at this point."

"Don't worry, y/n. It's totally work the walk."

"Also, you never told me you had a tree house. Not fair."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? But it's not like I've had it this whole time, you know? I had a couple of buddies help me build it. It's only half of the surprise."

"Jesus, how long is this ladder?" You could feel yourself getting out of breath and a little more terrified of heights.

"We're almost there. Stop complaining, y/n."

You jokingly groaned, but kept going. When you finally made it to the top, you saw the most beautifully made tree house you've ever been in. "Woah... Lucio, this looks awesome!"

"Thanks! But this isn't the surprise." Lucio skated over to a corner of the tree house and pulled out a box and you tilted your head as he sat in on the ground in front of you.

"What's this?"

"Open it."

You kneeled down and opened the box, gasping when you saw the contents. "You're kidding!"

"Nope!"

"Lucio, this is amazing!!"

"Isn't it?" He blushed a little, sitting next to you, looking through the boxes.

"Seriously, Lucio, I'm so proud of you." You picked up one of the vinyls of his albums, admiring the quality before looking at the actual record, a holographic green smiling back at you.

"This is like the best thing that has ever happened to me." You could hear that Lucio was about to cry, so you subconsciously threw your arms around him.

"Well you deserve it." Lucio hugged you back, holding you close. He was so... warm.

"Thanks, y/n. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Don't say that, you're the one who put in all the hard work."

"No. I don't wanna hear it." Lucio pulled away, his arms still wrapped around you, but his eyes locked to yours. "If it wasn't for you spending those sleepless nights with me and telling me to keep going, I seriously wouldn't be here."

You smiled softly and placed your forehead onto Lucio's. "I'm so proud of you."

"Well I think I'm in love with you." Lucio giggled nervously, his face turning bright red.

"A-Are you serious?" You took a step back and blushed.

"S-Sorry I didn't mean to-"

You interrupted Lucio by pulling him into your arms, giving him the best hug you possibly could.

"I love you too."

"You mean that?"

You pulled away, pressing your nose to his. "Of course I mean that."

Lucio softly placed his lips to yours, pulling you in by the waist, his thumbs brushing over your hips.

You pulled him closer, only craving his soft lips more.

When he pulled away, his face was bright red, but he had a dorky little smile on his face. "You''re the best, y/n."

"No, you're the best."

"Now you just sound cheesy." Lucio pulled out one of the records, putting it on a record player.

"Shut up."

~~~~~

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@tonberry-yoda

[hrtsaeko]

HI HI HELLO! I am torn between Bungo and Blue Lock but still I just read a bunch of stuff about Bungo would I be able to get some fluffy RanPoe headcanons/whatever works best for you because they are my favourite little guys HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT OR WHATEVER TIME OF DAY IT IS

hi hi thank u !! ranpoe has to be on my top 3 bsd ships i got you🙏

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ranpoe hcs!

contents : just fluffy ranpoe :)

- ranpo takes a lot of naps throughout his day (i just know it) and poe often stops whatever he’s doing joins him

- poe big spoon ranpo small spoon

- they tried joining book reading clubs in many libraries but they quit the idea because one chapter into the books and they already knew the whole plot

- ranpo is a terrible cook but still tries to do something for poe when he’s very tired (ofc poe loves it regardless of the taste)

- whenever they go on vacation and sleep in a hotel ranpo always eats everything inside the minibar and poe always sighs happily

- poe has brought ranpo snacks from america for him to try and he became obsessed with airheads, so every once in a while a huge ass box filled with airhead packages is delivered to their doorstep

- every week they dedicate one afternoon trying to solve those fake cases they sell online and when they get bored of that they watch crime documentaries

- poe loves olives, ranpo hates olives (i take ranpo as a picky eater)

- ranpo’s love language is quality time, so he is the one who plans most surprise dates

- on karl’s birthday, ranpo got him a little purple scarf and i swear poe almost cried

- poe writes down all the small details about ranpo, ranpo does too but he keeps them to himself

- they have the most adorable height difference oh my god

- type of couple to annoy every other one (bc they’re literally superior)

- ranpo started liking classical music a LOT because of poe

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a/n: ranpoe my beloveds no one can ever hurt you two </3

[quodekash]

A Way Too In-Depth Over-Analysis of Sorvus

I apologise in advance. For all of this. There’s a lot. These guys have inserted themselves into every empty renting space in my brain and uprooted all the taken spaces and moved in to everything. So to appease my brain I had to do this and then it just kept going. Also I’m Australian, so I have different spellings of some words, like “favourite” and you’re just gonna have to deal with that. Also also warning for very long paragraph rambles from me.

You’re literally gonna get the entire story here but with commentary at every paragraph. And sometimes four times in one paragraph. Anyway. 

1. “For weeks” means they’ve spent heaps of time together, and using this instance as a guide, probably with no one but them. They’ve progressively learnt more and more about each other, yet later Soren is still super bright and excited to learn that Corvus’ favourite season is autumn, and that’s just so pure.

2. I would like to see this please. 

3. “[…]lost most of the time” implies that Corvus won sometimes. teLL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE ONE PLS I NEED TO KNOW WHICH ONES CORVUS WON (and yeah I also just need more Sorvus content but what can I say, they mean everything to me) 

4. Corvus could probably just not participate, or tell Soren he’s too tired, or something along those lines. And yet he always tries his best, he still does it despite knowing he’ll probably lose. The fact that he’s not avoiding the challenges tells us that Corvus truly appreciates Soren’s friendship/companionship/company/etc and is fully willing to do tasks that he’s not great at to spend time with Soren and put a smile on his face. And you can’t tell me that’s not love, whether romantic or platonic or whatever. Honestly, if Corvus’ top love language is anything, I’d say it’s quality time. The other four just don’t quite fit, and, from the little we see of Corvus on screen, it seems like he’s most content when spending time with his favourite people. As for Soren, you could argue his love language is literally any of them. But I think his top two are words of affirmation and quality time - he was always so invalidated his whole life, mostly by his own father (I swear I’ll make a post of this at some point). His mother left, his father neglected him, his sister betrayed him. That’s gotta bring trust issues. So after all that, he’d appreciate someone telling him he’s worth it and telling him they love him. He’d appreciate spending time with those he loves, not even doing anything, just sitting and enjoying each other’s company, without his flaws being pointed out, without the stress of trying to keep his family together, just sitting there and loving and breathing and being. 

 1. This part could be a metaphor?? Corvus wants to go further with relationships at an easy pace where Soren wants to speed it up? Corvus is more of a peaceful person and Soren is scared of losing people and missing out on particular moments of relationships so he tries to experience it all at once?? It’s entirely possible I’m reading too far into this but I’m treating this like a school assignment, where you have to read too far into everything. You decide whether this is a good interpretation or not, I can’t decide. 

2.a. If Soren has mentioned it “every time”, that implies a few things. The first is that they go up there enough for Soren to mention it a lot. Soren has a favourite place in the entire castle, and he wants to share it with Corvus (and there’s no one up there but them ;] IM KIDDING- or am I? Honestly I can’t tell, you decide.)  2.b. The second thing is that Corvus has heard Soren talk about this part of the castle  a lot. But there’s not even the slightest hint of description of Corvus’ annoyance at having to listen to Soren constantly say this is one of his favourite places, he just lets him tell him, over and over. It’s getting little personal here, but Soren totally has ADHD, which makes my job easier bc I also have ADHD.  2.b.ii. I personally forget all the time if I’ve told this particular person this particular story/fact/whatever it is or not, so I constantly tell the same story over and over. It feels exciting bc each time it feels like I’m telling them for the first time, since I don’t remember the previous times. So when the person/people I’m talking to don’t lost their patience or get annoyed or anything when I tell them something I’ve already told them, and instead they just react like it’s the first time they’ve heard it, it feels really validating. So I’m thinking Soren feels the same, and Corvus not showing a hint of annoyance despite hearing this a lot feels really good to my neurodivergent brain and probably feels good to Soren’s, too. 

1. Corvus. Notices things. About. Soren. And not just recently, it’s “a long time ago”, meaning he’s observed Soren and committed his habits to memory for years. I love them. 

2. ADHDDDDDDD 

3. He ✨cares✨ 

1. Something about the way this is worded is so beautiful. A sentence of peaceful description in the midst of casual dialogue. It makes it feel like they’re one person, staring at the beautiful view, taking it all in, together with each other but alone from anyone else to distract them from the gorgeous autumn horizon. 

1. Like I said earlier (by earlier, I mean the literal first thing I said. There’s still a lot to go. This thing is called a way too in-depth over-analysis for a reason), Soren is so purely excited with the knowledge that Corvus’ favourite season is autumn. Autumn, the season they’re presently in. Meaning, for a few months, Corvus is always experiencing his favourite season, meaning he’s probably always feeling some amount of happiness/content, and the thought that Corvus is happy makes Soren happy. 

2. They’re both just standing on a castle, next to each other, and staring out at nature. It probably feels like they’re the only people in the world. If they’re the only people, then to each of them, the most important thing in existence is (probably) the other. It also might be a metaphor to something, but I can’t figure out what it is. It’s possible the metaphor is something I’ve already mentioned. But if anyone thinks of anything, please lemme know, it’s an itch I can’t reach so if anyone can, please scratch it for me. (I made a metaphor about not being able to figure out a metaphor. Metaphor-caption or something, idk man) 

3. Such a simple statement. Standing in such a relaxed way. He’s at peace, while alone with one of the most energetic people like ever. 

1. That’s a date. Surely I’m not the only one seeing this, right? Soren, you’re describing a date. Idk if you realised, but that’s a date. You’ve just suggested a date. And Corvus will say yes. 

2. Soren’s horrified that Corvus would possibly be mistreated. He’s also, more importantly, scared that it wasn’t mistreatment but Corvus’ choice, because if it was a choice then Corvus might not like beds and castles and other people and Soren can’t handle the thought that Corvus might leave him, just like everyone else he’s ever loved and trusted. 

3. Help now I’m picturing little forest dates, with picnics and lying next to each other, staring at the canopy of leaves above them, and glancing at each other every time the other looks away and smiling and holding hands and Soren lying with his head on Corvus’ chest and a leaf falling right on Soren’s face and Corvus’ laugher rumbling his belly and making Soren sit up and throw the leaf at him and they laugh and smile and talk and they’re in love help 

1. I kinda touched on this earlier, but Soren can’t fathom the idea of being without Corvus. Probably because of losing his entire family so Corvus is just about all Soren’s got left. And he’s really scared that he’ll lose him, too, and losing everyone would make Soren lost; lost and alone and scared and vulnerable and he needs a hug i volunteer as tribute and shut up that’s possible this is my post i make the rules but if i cant hug him then i volunteer Corvus as tribute 

2. (Yes we’re talking about sentence structure. This is a way too in-depth over-analysis, get over it already man.)  It’s repeated that something is bothering Soren. Repetition means emphasis, that the author wants us to know that it’s an important thing, so they say it a couple times. Something is bothering Soren, and that bothers Corvus. He wants to help Soren and get rid of this thing that’s bothering him (probably). 

3. Let me translate what Soren is trying to say here: “What about me? Do you like me?” He’s seeking validating and wanting to get Corvus to stay, because without Corvus he has nothing. 

1. Translation again: “I like you. I trust you. And trust is really important now, with everything that’s happened. There was a war. Everyone I’ve ever trusted betrayed me or left me. So please date me join the crown guard with me so I have more opportunities to ask you to date me it’s really big that I trust you so much, because I’ve been having issues with trust.” 

2. I have asd!corvus head canons, so eye contact here is really important and rare 

1. He’s paying attention to him. 

2. I like to imagine he did finger guns 

1. Imagine how this went down. “I like corvus a lot” “yeah, he’s great! I want him to stay in katolis but hes more at home in the forest-“ “corvus should be crown guard… I really trust him.” “-yeah, cos you’re in love with him- I trust him too. You should ask him to date you join.” (ez totally ships it and tries to set them up a lot and you cant tell me otherwise) 

1. He’s trying to avoid Corvus seeing the truth in his eyes; that he doesn’t want Corvus to go, that he loves Corvus, that without Corvus he doesn’t know who or even what he is, because Corvus is all he has left. 

2. I know this is like an emotional flicker or whatever, but what if it’s literally pain and wounds that are hidden behind his protective armour? Soren broke like all his bones. There’s almost no way he doesn’t still get flashes/twinges of pain (I feel like there’s some kind of medical term for that but I’ve forgotten what it is). He definitely doesn’t tell anyone about it, but probably gets flashes of pain every so often, and Corvus has somehow managed to pick up on that. Maybe. 

1. People with ADHD are often over-thinkers (at least I think so? I don’t have any sources for it but I’m an over-thinker and so is everyone I know with ADHD. So probably.), so Corvus said it “as plainly as he could” to stop Soren from over-thinking it and spiralling. He gets it out, doesn’t stall, doesn’t mislead, doesn’t confuse. Just says it, and there it is, and Soren is so happy

1. I’ll admit it, I’m still thoroughly confused by this part but it’s fine cos they’re both happy and that makes me happy. 

and that’s all the shenanigans i have for you today. if you made it this far, flipping wow, because there is quite literally more analysis here than there is story. 

but that’s not all from me. 

no, i have eight notes on my phone ready for things to be added to them, and theyll be here… at some point. if you wanna be notified when i post them you can follow me i guess. or go to the tag at the bottom of each of these posts, ‘tdp rambles with bj’ (hopefully it’s worked) and you can follow that or something? idk. sorry, im bad at self-promos. uhh. yeah. anyway this was fun, im so tired but so thrilled to finally have all my thoughts out in once place. stay calm and ship sorvus, everyone. 

Have a gay day!  -BJ

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passenger | jennie

kinktober day 3: car sex

pairing: kim jennie x female reader

word-count: 5.2k

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warnings: swearing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, the inherent awkward manoeuvring of car sex, some real fuzzy emotions

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victory | chan

kinktober day 7: balcony sex

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 3.2k

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consort v | minho

pairing: lee minho x reader

word count: 15.1k

genre: historical au, arranged marriage au, enemies-to-lovers

warnings: sexual content, period-typical sexism, discussions of sex and pregnancy, specifically sexual content warnings below the cut, look at these losers finally communicating just barely, an ungodly amount of fic

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summary:

It was strange to see him in this kind of environment – in public, on display, revered by the people and intimidating the elite. You hated to admit it, but he really was the picture-perfect crown prince. Tall, good-looking, keen-eyed and sharp-witted.

The same qualities that made him so perfectly suited to the politics of his role – staying aloof, hiding his motives, so unruffled and so unreadable – were the qualities you found so infuriating in him as a husband. 

sexual content warnings: oral sex, masturbation

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touch 02 | chan

pairing: bang chan x reader

word-count: 6.1k

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apartment 3R | hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

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