#blushing conc

[luvjunie]

— braiding his hair

pairing: earth 42!miles x fem!reader

summary: Miles is very particular when it comes to how his hair looks, so he doesn’t let just anyone put their hands in his head. His mom has been braiding it for him since he was in middle school, and he’d found no reason to change routine until you’d randomly expressed interest one day. wc: 702

contains: fluff, fem!reader, envisioned as black!reader but not specified

word bank: “está bien, mi amor” - it’s okay, my love

You were dedicated on teaching yourself how to cornrow/dutch braid specifically for your boyfriend, Miles; having practiced on your little brother a few times before you proposed the idea. And while you could braid normally, you weren’t very well versed in braids to the scalp— those were an entirely different ballgame.

The first time he agreed to sit between your legs, handed you the rat tail comb, and simultaneously reached behind him to tug on his hair-tie and release his hair from the low ponytail it was in, you quickly understood why he kept it braided back. It was massive, and there was so much of it. Even with the sides of his hair faded you were still trying to figure out how it had this much volume. His curls were thick, coily in some places, silky and curled in others, falling just a bit below his shoulders. Hell, you were almost jealous.

It was as if he could read your mind from his seated position on the floor, his back to you, legs criss-crossed and you on his desk chair. “I got a lotta hair, huh?” He nearly felt the act of your hands experimentally hovering over the area, a chuckle falling from his lips before he asked you, “You sure you got it, Mami?” He turned just slightly to peer over his shoulder. “I can always ask my moms to-“

You hastily cut him off, “No, no!” Sounding a little more enthusiastic than you planned, heat spread up the expanse of your throat as you cleared it and sat up straighter, managing to instill some confidence in yourself. “I wanna try.”

And he’s more than willing to let you. You’re his girl after all, basically the only person he trusts other than his mother, so with a surrendered raise of his hands, he nods and leans back once again. “Aight then, do ya thing.”

It took a little longer than some simple braids should, and when you finally finished and reached forward to offer him the hand mirror, you had to restrain from anxiously nibbling at the skin on the inside of your lip. “How’d I do?” You queried quietly, hands gently resting over his lean shoulders.

You watched closely as he turned from cheek to cheek to look over your work in the mirror, brows raising in slight disbelief his bottom lip sticking out in a manner of approval as he nodded. “Damn, Ima little surprised, can’t lie.” He quipped, giving as much of a smile as someone like him gave. “You sure this your first time doing this?”

“I practiced on my little brother once or twice.” You shifted in your seat, the apples of your cheeks tight from your growing grin.“They’re not nearly as good as how your mom does them, though.” Your head tilted as you examined the plaits.

“No, está bien mi amor. They’re perfect, I fuck with them.” He set the mirror down next to him, leaning his head back to rest on your thighs.

“Really?” You felt excitement bubble in your stomach, heart swelling with pride as he expressed his satisfaction.

“Mhmm,” He hummed, long lashes fluttering up at you. “But what I like more is how you learned how to do it just for me. You gon’ be my new hairstylist, hermosa?” He licked his lips, and instantly you were distracted, his accent clinging onto his words as they rolled off his tongue.

You accidentally tuned out his question for a second, the smirk on his face and the way his eyes held contact with yours so intensely had your mind genuinely trying to wrap itself around how he looked this handsome even while upside down. “Hm?” You blinked away the thoughts, blushing when his impish grin widened, pearly whites peeking at your inability to concentrate. “Oh!- Yes… If you want me to be.” You nodded, a smile painting your face to match his.

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[lilacxquartz]

love bites;

shoko ieiri x fem!reader

ao3 • masterlist • w.c: ~1k • themes: love bites, kissing, oral sex, slight yandere vibes if you squint, shy reader, established relationship, dominant shoko

“Your skin is looking a bit bare,” Shoko murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns over your exposed shoulder.

You shrugged, being completely oblivious somehow to her implication. “I’m not the type to ink it.”

“No, my silly blank canvas,” she lightly scoffed before lowering her voice again, moving closer to you, “not like that.”

“Oh? How do you mean then?” you asked, picking up on her teasing tone.

“Parading around like I don’t own you,” she hummed out a hint, dipping her lips against your shoulder and lightly nipping at the skin, sucking against your bare flesh. You sat perfectly still, shuddering out slight goosebumps as her breath ghosted around your body, moving her grazing lips across your collarbone and then neck.

“Like that,” she whispered, slightly parting away from you, “let me cover you in kisses.”

“That’ll leave so many marks though,” you huffed, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Good girl,” Shoko teased, enjoying seeing the blush on your face, “you always did keep up with me so well.”

“But, b-but…” you stammered, feeling hot at your cheeks as your body likely betrayed how this was making you truly feel.

“Wouldn’t it be rude of me to not show you off as mine?” she asked, her voice carrying almost a possessive threat behind it, as if challenging you to talk back.

“Well, maybe I do get it…” you admitted, biting your lip.

“My good girl, keeping up with me again,” she praised before returning her lips back to your skin, peppering slow longing kisses down your chest, down the contours of your stomach and down to your hips.

As she worked on your body, you couldn’t help but lightly tremble as her fingers crept under your underwear, pulling down the pair along with the waistband of your skirt. You had been with her plentiful times before at this point, but each and every single moment still quite literally took your breath away.

“You’re my sweet girl, aren’t you?” she asked, pausing for a moment as she knelt right below you, her deep brown eyes locking in with yours.

“I-I am,” you replied in a shaky tone.

“You love letting me take care of you, don’t you?” Shoko asked again in that same sort of tone, as if expecting a certain sort of answer.

“A-always,” you gave in, watching her tense expression melt away into a smile.

She moved in a little closer, pushing your thighs open and gestured for you to relax a little more. As she parted your lips, her tongue streamlined a lap right over your clit, flickering at the rosy bud to test your first response.

You of course tensed up ever so slightly, feeling your breath hitch in your throat. She always knew exactly what intricate motions to take and where to press.

“So responsive,” she laughed a little before doing it again and again, barely containing her brushes of laughter as slowly but surely, she reduced you to a whining and even squirming mess.

You couldn’t help it though; she was being a tease.

Shoko paused for a moment, taking some time to bite and suck against your inner thighs to drive the initial point back home. However, by then you were already deeply flustered and unable to properly think for yourself just yet.

Noticing this, she rubbed lazy circles just over the bud with her fingers. She got a certain sort of unique pleasure from seeing you writhe around under her touch, so needy and desperate for her to continue.

Of course, you fed beautifully into this, gripping at the sheets with desperate clawing attempts. Your eyes couldn’t help but screw shut, trying to bite back the rising and almost burning need to let go, that had your stomach cinching and coiling at the thought.

“You’re not going to hide away for the next couple of days are you?” Shoko considered, watching the love bites already form around your skin. She chose spots that your clothes couldn’t quite conceal, after all.

“N-no, of course not,” you denied.

“You’ll show yourself off for me, won’t you?” she pushed a little, her fingertip pushing a little harder against the swollen flesh.

“I’ll show off…” you gasped out a promise.

Shoko hummed in a pleased tone, pushing and rubbing on you with a now continuous motion. “You will, won’t you? You’ll show off those pretty little marks I gave you. You wouldn’t let them go to waste?”

“No, no,” you gasped a little more, trying to squeeze your legs shut despite her not letting you. “I’ll be good, I’ll let the world know that I’m yours—“

“—good,” she cut you off slightly, her tongue returning to where it was before, flicking at your clit again, resuming the motions that were sending you right over the edge. “You’re so turned on for me, aren’t you?”

“Shoko—“ you tried to stifle out; the feeling was almost overwhelming the longer she continued to work against you. You couldn’t help yourself as your fingers found themselves entangled in her deep brown hair, interlocking at the strands as you grew desperate for a release.

“That’s it,” she murmured against your skin, her words slightly muffled, “let go for me, let me make you feel good,” she continued to say, her one free hand weaving through your other fingers, holding on tight as you were brought over the edge.

“Sho—I… I-I think I’m going to—“ you whimpered, almost.

Shoko could only squeeze your hand, continuing the flickering motions of her tongue at a slightly higher tempo, but nothing too overwhelming. She had you right where she wanted you; in the perfect position and in the perfect state of mind. The wet muscle moved achingly perfect over your clit, spurring tingles that made your body twitch and quiver as slowly but surely, she coaxed out a release from you.

“I’m gonna—“ you repeated yourself; your voice much more strained than before, almost cracking as your control seemed to slip away.

You couldn’t keep it going anymore, finding that your body almost vibrated with rising pleasure that now desperately fought to escape, radiating through your core in rolling waves that rose and settled. Your thighs began to shake and your knees quivered while the sweeping climax quite literally consumed you.

Pulling back, Shoko looked very satisfied to see your completely spent state before she climbed back onto the bed with you—pushing you down to your back and laying her head against your shoulder, returning her fingers to where they were before.

This time however, she had patterns on your skin to trace; a reminder that you were hers and hers alone.

[thatgenericwriter]

Concert Headcanons || House MD Characters

Paring: House MD characters x gn! reader

Summary: how House MD characters would act if you asked them to go to a concert with you

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1k

p.s. based on a request by anonymous

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~Cameron~

Cameron is a little reluctant at first. She is worried that House will do something stupid and she will have to tend to him. This leads you to begging Wilson to babysit House that night. He is reluctant at first but understands your love for Mitski and agrees.

"Are you sure that Wilson will make sure House is okay?" She asks you for the fifth time that night.

You stop curling her hair before looking at her through the mirror. The worried look on her face makes you sigh. Spinning the chair around you stare into her eyes only seeing pure worry in them.

"For the last time Allison. House. Is. Fine. Wilson is there to ensure nothing will happen, but if you are still worried, you can go to his rescue and I'll take Chase instead."

This makes Cameron spin around in her chair to face the mirror again. "No, you're right. House will be okay, but I'll be damned if you take that Australian prick to Mitski and not me."

You smile at her in the mirror before happily continuing to curl her hair.

~Foreman~

He hates going to concerts. He used to go all the time as a teenager, probably by jumping fences or sneaking into the venues. That is until he got caught breaking into houses and decided to change his life.

He wants to forget about that time in his life, which leads him to immediately say no when you tell him about an Artic Monkeys concert that you really want to go to with him. You are discouraged at first until you remember that you are his soft spot.

"Will you pretty, pretty please go to this concert with me?" You pout your lips and bat your eyelashes at him, trying to pull off the desperate partner look.

You see his eyes soften for a moment before he goes back to reading his medical journal.

"Not going to happen."

On your next attempt a few days later you are determined to get him to say yes. Wearing your most form flattering outfit, doing your hair the way he likes it, even going as far as strutting and swaying your hips as you walk up to him.

"Hey babe?"

He looks up from his book and starts to say something before he stops and looks at you, mouth agape and eyes practically popping out of their sockets. You walk closer to him, sitting on the armrest of his chair and leaning into him.

"So...about that concert."

~Chase~

Chase is down immediately. This man is totally whipped for you. You could ask him to help you kill someone and he would ask no questions. He's like a little Australian puppy, constantly following you around and begging for your attention.

He would try to act nonchalant around everyone else and pretend like you didn't have him wrapped around your finger, but then you would ask him to get you a coffee and it would be in your hands within the next minute.

"Hey, Chase.... Would you maybe want to go to this conc..."

"Yes."

"You didn't even let me finish."

When you get to the concert he's buying you everything your eyes linger on. That cool T-shirt you saw? Purchased. Those funky light up glasses? Bought and on your head before you can blink.

And when The Weekend finally comes on stage but you can't quite see over the crowd in front of you? You are on his shoulders before you can even process it.

The next day when your retelling your amazing night to your coworkers, Chase has a burning blush on his cheeks that won't fade. He will be teased for the next few weeks, but it is all worth it for the huge smile that won't leave your face.

~Remy (13)~

There are only a few artists that thirteen will see live, it's a good thing that you both have a love for Chappel Roan. You corner her at work and jokingly drop down on one knee before presenting the tickets to her.

"Remy, would you make me the happiest person in the world and come with me to see Chappel Roan?"

"Oh my god! Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"

You both laugh before she helps you up off the ground and grabs the tickets from you. You both agree to get ready at her apartment when the time comes.

Let's just say it's a good thing you got there extra early, otherwise, your activities would have made you miss the concert altogether.

~House~

Getting House to go to a concert with you requires a week's worth of planning. You really have to butter him up before asking him, otherwise you would be shot down immediately.

It starts out simple with you agreeing with everything he says and praising every word that comes out of his mouth.

"Wow Chase! You really are fucking stupid!"

"House is right Chase, you are really dumb."

Then you go into gift giving. Just simple little things like a snack on his desk, or a new bottle of Vicoden.

"Here you go House! One KitKat for you and one for me!"

Then you bring it home with some physical touch. A touch of his hand, lightly bumping your hip with his, running your hand through his hair. simple things.

"House there's something on your face. Here let me get it"

"You do know you are just caressing my face at this point, right?"

Finally, you pop the question.

"House will you pretty pretty pretty please go to this Taylor Swift connect with me?"

There is a look of disgust that crosses his face before a look of realization replaces it.

"Is this why you've been sucking up to me?"

He takes a little more convincing and some threatening before he finally agrees. He will say that he had a horrible time, but you saw him lip singing and tapping his foot to the rhythm the entire time. He even "accidentally" bought two of the same shirt and "reluctantly" took one from you.

Safe to say you will be teasing him about this for a while.

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Author's Note: this is my first time writing headcanons so if its shit don't tell me also I'm slowly getting through requests so be patient plz

[shinsmarlboro]

Strums of Seduction.

Dedicated to my mutual on TikTok, she knows who she is <3

Tags: Kazutora is a flirt, you go viral lol, gender neutral reader, reader is whipped for Kazutora and honestly that's so real, celebrity au, alternate timeline.

Kazutora first saw you at one of his concerts, mesmerised as you danced to the practised strumming of his electric guitar. What set you apart was that you didn't have your cell phone out, choosing simply to bask in the moment of it all. It was something he appreciated, since nowadays people have become attached to their phones.

Your reaction to him smiling at you was something that caused him to laugh a little though it couldn't be heard over the loud voices of the crowd. As the intro for the next song rolled in, he pulled Atsushi, the lead singer, aside just before he sang their third song.

“Sorry to delay you all, how ‘bout we have one of our fans come on stage?” He smirked at the cheerful response from his fans. “Let's have ‘em dance with us.”

The drummer blushed as some of his fans loudly declared wanting to dance around him, one even holding up a sign that asked for his hand in marriage.

“Is that a good idea?” Atsushi asked, a sheepish grin plastered across his face.

“C'mon man…” Kazutora nudged his arm. “You don't wanna say no to them, do you? I get it, I see so many pretty faces in the crowd I’m starting to get shy now.”

He let out a satisfied hum as his words elicited lovestruck squeals from his fans, both male and female.

Sauntering towards the edge of the podium, eager eyes watched as he extended his hand towards you to take.

You felt yourself shiver like a leaf, mouth agape and eyes never leaving Kazutora’s flawless face. As silly as it sounded, his beauty drew you in like a moth to a flame, the voices around you minimised as though you both solely existed in that moment. Slowly, you placed your hand in his and he hoisted you onto the podium.

Your legs nearly gave out as you drank in the sight of the band - Souya was behind the drums, his vibrant cerulean curls just as lush as in the photos. The lead singer, Atsushi, in his captivating yet unconventional mohawk style and a smile on his face as he interacted with fans.

Then, your attention fixed on the main singer, who had his hand clasped in yours.

“You okay?” He asked. letting go of your hand and bringing you back to reality.

You simply nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself by squeaking out a response that sounded similar to a dying cat.

He laughed, noticing your tense posture and lightly patted your shoulder. “Relax, will ya?” He leaned closer, still leaving some space between you so you are not uncomfortable. He made sure to lower his microphone so his words could be heard by you only, to the disappointment of his inquisitive fans.

“You were dancing your ass off moments ago, what happened to that fire, hm?”

You bit your inner cheek so hard it drew blood. You thought it had been your mind playing tricks on you, but he noticed you. Kazutora fucking Hanemiya had seen you dancing like an idiot.

Heat creeped up into your cheeks. He didn't seem to be weirded out by it, so that was a good thing.

“It's not the same..” You murmured.

He quirked a brow just as Atsushi hyped up the crowd. It was a furtive signal that indicated that the band would soon start playing.

Kazutora placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just let loose. Let the music guide you, as they say.” He followed it up by a wink.

You gave him a half nod, watching as he adjusted his electric guitar.

Right. Just don't make a fool out of yourself, again. You told yourself as you wiped your clammy palms on your denims.

When you got off stage, your legs felt like jello and eyes blown wide in fascination. You didn't even budge as one of your friends snaked her arm around you and the other screamed her lungs out because you had your once-in-a-billion moment with the sought-after celebrity.

After that concert, the band got even more popular and scoring concert tickets was like playing the lottery game. You'd observe with envy as fans interacted with the band members during fan signs and concerts, fortunately you were grateful you got to have a viral moment with Kazutora Hanemiya, even with the death threats sent to you from fans, anons and a couple of middle-aged women, you felt content.

As time passed, you soon came to realise that you might not attend another concert. With having to tackle work and school, it was damn near impossible to find the time to go out to have fun, talkless of concerts.

At 9 PM on a Friday night, you finished mopping the floors of the café eager to close up the shop and head on home basking in the momentary freedom the weekend gave you before heading on back to work on Sunday.

The bell rang, indicating that a customer was here. You let out an audible grumble and turned around with the fakest customer-service grin you could muster up for the umpteenth time, except you were at your breaking point.

The customer took off his hoodie and you were blessed with the opportunity to stare into his beautiful gold eyes and that tiger tattoo you spotted despite his neck being concealed for the most part.

“I'm sorry, are you about to close for the night?” The familiar timbre in his smooth voice sounded nice in your ears. Still, you were irritated, whether there happened to be a hottie or not.

“Yeah, it's a shame,” You replied, with feign disappointment.

A nervous chuckle fell from his lips as he rubbed his nape. “I figured.” He fished out his phone to check the time. “I mean, it's pretty late already. The moment he took out his phone, your eyes got fixated on the Swastika symbol against his clear phone case, not only that but his onyx fingernails under the lighting.

Could it be or were you going crazy from lack of adequate sleep?

He could feel you staring at him, so he met your gaze and a flash of recognition dawned on his face. “Wait… it's you.”

You frowned. What the hell? “You know me?”

He nodded, a broad grin spreading on his face. “Hell yeah I do!” He laughed softly. “Dancing-machine?”

Your eyes widened as he uttered the name of the hashtag under your viral video. Heat instantly flooded your cheeks as you cleared your throat.

“Do you remember me? Don't tell me you have forgotten my face already,” He teased, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“How could I forget?” You fiddled with your mop, laughing sheepishly. “I should be asking you that question, I mean what.”

“I have a pretty solid memory.” He rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment. “L/N wasn't it?”

Your heart fluttered. You knew that he was great at memory games as proven in one of the moments he had to memorise cards on a variety show, but it made you feel touched.

“Wow…” Another laugh fell from your lips. “It's been a while. How the hell did you not forget?”

He gave a noncommittal shrug. “I never forget my fans. Especially the pretty ones.”

You stiffened, unsure of how to respond or react. “Oh um…that's thoughtful of you?”

You could sense the awkward tension threatening to consume the atmosphere and so you quickly changed the subject.

“Uh, how about you take a seat?” You offered, taking down the chairs on the freshly waxed floors.

“What?” He looked confused.

“You wanted to order something, right?”

“Oh no I couldn't…” He watched you, feeling abashed as he observed you pull out a chair for him.

“I insist, now sit down and let me take your order,” You commanded.

He gave you a rare nervous smile. “You really don't have to.”

“Yes I do. I mean, no one's here and you can eat without fangirls flocking to you for your autograph.”

“You're still here though.”

You clicked your tongue playfully. “I am a grown ass, I don't have time to be squealing over celebrities,” You spoke coolly and walked away, muttering about getting the menu for him, even though internally you were freaking the fuck out. What were the odds of seeing your favourite celebrity at your workplace?

You returned, placing it before him on the table. “Take your time.”

You couldn't help but sneak glances as he skimmed through the options. It was as though his face had this magnetic energy that pulled your eyes in, or maybe he was just too handsome for your weak heart.

He pressed his lips together, hesitating for a moment. “Uh… If it ain’t much of a hassle, how about soufflé pancakes?”

You relaxed a little when he chose the less tedious option. “Of course. Want anything to drink?”

“Just water.” He smiled at you.

His eyes subtly roamed your form as you took the menu from him and made your way to the kitchen.

As you stirred the batter, you couldn't help but feel his eyes on you. You did a taste test, finding an opportunity to look at him from the peripheral of your vision; He leaned back to get a better view of you from the kitchen.

You weren't exactly looking your best, after an eight-hour shift you were bound to look unkempt. You thought to yourself about what it was that could be interesting enough about your appearance to have him stare at you.

He's just hungry. Focus on the damn pancake, broke ass bitch. You berated yourself in your head as you poured the gooey mix in the pan and set to frying.

Minutes later, you had a tray of soufflé pancakes with a drizzle of whipped cream and maple syrup. Sliced strawberries surrounded the plate rather neatly to Kazutora's amusement.

“Strawberries weren't on the menu.” He raised a questioning.

“I can get rid of them if you'd like,” You suggested.

He shook his head. “No way. I love strawberries. It was just an observation.”

You let out a hum, feeling your muscles ache as you placed his order before him and made to go back to the kitchen.

“Hey uh on second thought, how about I just take this home instead?”

You turned to look at him. There wasn't any sign of dissatisfaction on his charming face but it unnerved you the more, knowing how two-faced celebrities could be.

You cleared your throat and muttered a ‘Sure’, approaching his table to take his plate to get it ready for takeaway. You silently wondered why he chose to take it home; you didn't mind staying behind just for him even as late as the night was getting.

Handing the takeaway bag to him, he mumbled a ‘Thank you’ as he looked at his phone. He raised his head to meet your gaze. “You accept transfers too, right?”

You recited the café's account details while he typed it down with his nimble thumbs. He showed you proof that he made the transaction and you nodded slightly, a friendly smile spread across your face.

“Thank you for coming,” You said, moving to put up the chairs back on the table.

“Thank you for your time.” He shot back, letting out a brief chuckle.

Tension threatened to invade the room as it fell into silence. You were too exhausted to respond, but not saying anything would be seen as rude so you hummed to let him know that you acknowledged his words.

“Say, you think I can have your number?” He asked, as if he was in a hurry. “I have practice in a few so I wanna make it quick, in case I don't see you again.”

In that moment your heart dropped into your ass. You stared at him wide-eyed and expectant for him to declare his words as a joke. Instead he stared back at you, patiently smiling.

“I…”

“You know what, I'll just write it down.” He turned his back on you, dipping his hand into his tote bag to get out a journal and a pen. With a couple of hurried flips, he tore out a quarter of a page. He slid the cap of his pen between his teeth and scribbled his digits on it, while he did so you just stared like a fool, hands clasped in front of your apron.

He left it on the table, packing up his stuff in his bag and draped it over his shoulder whilst he held his order in his right grasp.

“Make sure you text me when you find the time!” He waved at you then turned around to pull up his hoodie as he walked off into the night.

Your hand trembled as you held the piece of paper, gawking at the series of numbers. A wave of excitement washed over you followed by an inhumane scream, the exhaustion suddenly leaving your entire body as you replayed what just happened in your head.

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You and Kazutora’s friendship had begun to grow despite both of your hectic schedules and occasionally having to adapt to the different time zones whenever he went on tour. The more you talked to him, the more you realised that he was just like any other person but more talented.

You had managed to keep it a secret to your friends about befriending the popular lead guitarist. After all it had nothing to do with them.

“They can be a handful at times.” You sighed, chopping up vegetables unevenly that struck mild concern from the man on the phone. You had gotten into a squabble with your two friends recently and you couldn't be bothered to deal with their shit when you had so much on your plate.

“Hey,  you must have been acting a certain way for them to tease you like that.”

You halted your actions, looking at him with an accusatory gaze. “Are you taking their side?”

“No, no,” Kazutora said, sensing your growing irritation. You had been like this for a couple of days: quick to annoy, harder to reason with.

“It's just, you've been cranky lately,” He pointed out tentatively.

“I'm just tired,” You defended.

“You said that last time.” He adjusted his phone position, bringing the device closer to his face.

“I'm telling the truth.” You chopped the veggies with more aggression than intended.

“I didn't say you were lying.” He exasperated.

You were over it. As dashing as he was, keeping this back and forth going would end in you lashing out on him. And so, you reached out about to hang up.

“So…” He drawled awkwardly “...I hope this isn't shitty timing but I was wondering if you could meet up with me one of these days,” He suggested, rubbing his nape. “I really need your opinion on something.”

You gave him a look, your index finger grazing lightly against the re d telephone icon. “This isn't some sort of trap right?”

“What?” He choked out.

“Forget it.” You put the knife down and let out a long sigh, hands gripping the sides of the kitchen counter. You needed a break, a break from all the crap going on in your life.

“I’ll look into my schedule and see if I can fit you in.” You mustered up the strength to faintly smile at him on your screen. “I have to go now.”

“Okay but don't forget. It's really important.” He emphasized just as you hung up.

Days later, you texted him informing him that you would be free on a weekend, and he arranged for a taxi to come pick you up despite your complaints.

He stood outside in all his glory beside a motorcycle you assumed was his, dressed in a loose tee and black cargo pants. He noticed you almost immediately and jogged up to meet you.

He took off his mask to greet you with an attractive smile. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.” He gave you a side hug which you leaned into.

As he led you into the building, you spotted the electric guitar reposed on the concrete floor and the balls of crumpled paper beside the culpable notebook sprawled open before his feet. Colourful graffiti spread across the unpainted walls, rays of sunlight acted as the only light source in the bleak surroundings except the slightly opened door on the verge of collapse.

“Sorry, it's a bit of a mess.” He laughed nervously, side stepping the empty boxes of ramen and coffee cups

“I was here all night.”

You assured him that it was fine as you sat down on the worn-out couch. Inviting you here meant he trusted you enough to see him like this, it made your heart flutter.

“My dormitory can be a real mess. Worse than this, trust me.” You took off your bag, placing it on a table as you sat on the low chair. “You said you were here all night? You mean you slept here?”

He shook his head. “Nah. I just worked on the finishing touches of the song before I send it to my producer.”

The news regarding the anonymous release date of their band’s 2nd album circulated rather quickly and now here you are, blessed with the opportunity to be a first listener. His first listener.

“Is this where you practise?” You asked, admiring the oddly cosiness of the hangout spot, undeterred by the fading graffiti and holes in the ceiling. “Your singing and songwriting?”

“Yeah, it used to be a spot where me and the guys would come to rehearse after school. That was years ago though, now it's more of a place I come to when I wanna clear my head,” He explained, his voice detached and slightly muffled because of the pick between his teeth.

You bit your bottom lip, watching closely as he pulled the strap of the electric guitar over his head so the instrument stayed poised against his stomach.

“I was working on the finishing touches of a song and I wanted you to be my first listener.” His hesitant gaze met yours. “Is that okay?”

“Well I, I can't say that I’m not flattered that your reached out to me,” You stated. “Though I can't help but think that you're taking advantage of the fact that I'm a fan of you guys, your biggest fan even but you see I’m not too fond of spoilers, Kazu.”

“I mean… if you told me that I would have understand.” He scratched his nape, feeling flustered that you seemed unenthused to hear his new song. “I just need your opinion on it that's all.”

“I'm just kidding. I didn't know a man like you still had it in you to blush.” You laughed softly. “You're singing the entire song?”

He shook his head. “Just my part and the bridge. Maybe a bit of the chorus.”

“Oh, so half of the song?” You asked in a deadpan tone. The group's line distribution barely changed. As the main vocalist, Kazutora got most of the lines. After his part, which included the bridge (or sometimes Atsushi Sendo would sing it instead) most of the time, the song was basically over.

“Basically.” He chuckled, appreciating your subtle humour.

“Alright.” You readjusted your position on the chair. “The floor's yours.”

You leaned forward just a bit with a growing smile on your face as he began to sing the intro, heartfelt Japanese rhymes flowing smoothly out of his lips. His fingers danced effortlessly across the strings, coaxing out a catchiness which you know would be stuck in your head for days.

His eyes locked on you, softening slightly. You had seen him pour his heart out with some of the few ballads the group had written. He never failed to move the hearts of many fans with the raw emotions he conveyed in his tone, like he related to the songs. You knew he did, back then and now.

You were certain you looked like a mesmerised idiot but you didn't care. You brought your legs to your chest, hugging them, remaining transfixed on his angelic vocals. If this was the demo, she couldn't imagine how heavenly the master recording would be like

As he neared the end of the song he drew closer to you, his gaze piercing. It made you squirm a little and fight back the blush threatening to spread across your face. It appeared like the rest of the world acted as a backdrop, gradually fading away as both of you are enveloped in your private symphony.

“So what do you think?” His question came out as a heavy breath. His cologne enveloped your senses. You always felt like this, nauseated. Whenever he’d catch you staring at him from time to time. It got worse when he'd smile at you, his eyes crinkled upwards. The butterflies in the pit of a stomach would trill intensely as though your body was trying to warn you.

“I mean I think it's good but music is…music is subjective you know I can't speak for-”

Before you finished your sentence, his lips connected with yours. Your hands moved to his nape as you slowly melted in the kiss. Your reciprocation gave him the confidence to wander down to your waist, sending pleasurable jolts just from an action as simple as that.

You gasped into his mouth when he pinned you down on the floor scattered with newspapers, but had no intention of pulling away.

‘Honestly,” He began, his breathing heavy on your lips. “I just wanted to have an excuse to bring you here. The song's been ready for release since last week.”

“Sneaky bastard,” You teased.

“You were still the first to listen to it.” Kazutora's hand trailed up your waistline, squishing where necessary earning a surprised squeal from him.

“Jesus…” You mumbled, pretending to get upset with him but ultimately laughed softly.

“So, what'd you think?” He asked. “I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to hear your thoughts about it.”

“It was romantic. A bit explicit but…” Your words made him laugh awkwardly.

“Uh yeah… even though it's my song I had Makoto write some lyrics for me.”

Your eyes grew wide and you sat up. “Makoto from…”

“Makoto from M.M? “

That explained a lot. A smug grin formed on your face in a way that had the celebrity feeling uneasy.

“I wouldn't think that you of all people won't be able to write explicit lyrics.” You teased.

“It's not like I can't write them. I don't want to show that side of me to fans yet.”

“Why? You should go for it.” To your amusement he seemed abashed about the idea, you could have sworn his ears got redder in colour.

“You don't have to jump into it immediately,” You quickly assured him. “It's just a suggestion.”

He let out a noncommittal hum, rubbing his nape as he got off you, exposing a different side to him. You watched him for a moment with a fond expression on your face before lying down on your back. Taking a breather like this, it was rare. Your muscles ached with fatigue but the thought of falling asleep was damn near impossible.

Still. You closed your eyes, letting your body relax in his presence and the growing silence. The papers rustled beneath you and Kazutora's warm breath fanned on your exposed skin.

His eyes were on you. You didn't have to open them to notice. It didn't bother you, you recalled he mentioned something about your face being easy on the eyes. It made you uncomfortable.

You knew he would stop it if you told him about the feeling he elicited from you, strangely you brushed it off. In his eyes were nothing but compassion - the same compassion he harboured for his loved ones and fans. Perhaps it was the intimacy behind them that made you inept.

“Hey, Y/N?” His boyish voice relaxed your muscles further.

“Hm?” You hummed in response.

“Wanna go on a date with me?”

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[valwrites-stuff]

Hi. Love your work so much. Can you please write about Lars × reader being friends for years but they both had crush on each other secretly and they never showed their real feelings for each other and finally Lars confesses about his feelings? And please include smut and thirst 🙈 sorry for my bad English anyway

All the words I don't say

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

Lars and I had been friends for years. We met after one of their shows in the early days of Metallica and instantly hit it off. We shared the same sense of humor, the same interests, and the same group of friends. But there was always something more between us, something unspoken.

We both had a crush on each other, but we never dared to admit it. We were afraid of ruining our friendship, of making things awkward between us. So we kept our feelings hidden, buried deep inside.

One night, Lars invited me to a party at the Metallimansion. He opened the door and we smiled at each other before he pulled me into a hug. "Hey I'm so glad you could make it," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I returned his hug, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I wouldn't miss a good party." I replied, feeling a rush of happiness at being in his arms.

Taking my hand, Lars energetically pulled me into the house, where the air was filled with the thumping bass of music, towards the rest of Metallica standing near the makeshift bar area. They were laughing loudly at some joke when they noticed the both of us approaching.

"Hey guys! Look who's here." Lars announced with a wide smile, pulling me closer to him possessively. His hand still holding mine tightly.

James raised an eyebrow at the sight of our joined hands. A smirk played across his lips as he looked between the two of us knowingly. "Hey Y/N, how you doing? You two look pretty comfortable there."

Kirk and Cliff chuckled knowingly and Lars quickly let go of your hand, his cheeks turning crimson. "Sorry Y/N. Let's get you something to drink, what do you want, beer, shots?"

I looked from our hands to Lars' blushing face. "It's ok...beer would be nice, yea..."

Lars nodded, grateful for the change of subject and hurried off to grab two bottles from the kitchen.

In the meantime, Cliff sidled up beside me with a sly grin. "So, you and Lars, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."

Before I could respond, Kirk chimed in excitedly. "Ooh, dish the deets! How did this happen? Did he finally work up the nerve to talk to you?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in closer.

My thoughts were suddenly all over the place, confusion written all over my face. "Wait, guys, what are you talking about? You seem to get something wrong..."

Just then, Lars returned with the drinks, handing one over to me carefully. He shot his friends a warning glare before they raised their hands in surrender, smirked and wandered off to find James.

I had no clue what was going on with Lars and the sudden assumptions but decided to find out later, feeling the need to get drunk first.

A few drinks later, I stood and mingled with some friends, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lars. He looked handsome as ever, with his feathered hair and easy smile. Seeing him talk to any girl made me feel a pang in my chest, knowing that I could not have him.

Intrigued by the boys' earlier words plus Lars's weird behavior, I decided to ask James about it, when I saw him standing outside by himself, but unfortunately, I only got a snicker and a shrug with the words, "Don't ask me, he needs to tell you himself."

The words echoed in my mind all night as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Could it be possible that Lars felt the same way about me?

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Lars eventually pulled me aside. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting with his drink. "Hey, can we talk?"

I nodded before he led me to his room, away from the noise and prying eyes.

"Lars, what's going on with you tonight?" I asked, concern and confusion lacing my voice.

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine. "I have something to tell you," he said. "I was acting weird because...I've been trying to figure out how to tell you something."

"Alright, here goes nothing..."

Lars took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say, his heart pounding as he looked into my eyes.

"I...I like you, Y/N. Like, really like you. More than just friends." The words tumbled out in a rush, as if he couldn't hold them back anymore. "I have for a while, but I didn't know how to tell you."

He reached out tentatively, taking my hand in his. His palm was sweaty, betraying his nerves. "I understand if this changes things between us. If you don't feel the same way. But I needed you to know."

Lars held his breath, waiting for my response. I was speechless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Lars had feelings for me? It was like a dream, too good to be true.

"You... you like me?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

"Yes, Y/N," he replied, his gaze unwavering. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the implications of his words. Had I been so oblivious to his feelings?

"I don't know what to say, Lars," I admitted, my voice barely above a murmur. "I never expected this."

"I understand," he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is... quite unexpected, I guess."

I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "Lars," I said, my voice filled with a newfound confidence, "I think I feel the same way."

He looked back at me, surprise registering in his eyes. "You do?"

"Yeah I always had a little crush on you to be honest...I just thought you weren't interested in me..."

He looked taken aback for a moment, but then a smile slowly spread across his face. "I had no idea... You're quite good at hiding it, playing it cool, you know."

Lars stepped closer, the gap between us slowly closing. "Maybe I should have been less subtle...and do this." He gently cups my cheek and leans in to press his lips against mine.

The kiss was gentle and slightly hesitant at first, a silent question in his touch. But slowly he deepened it, his other hand coming up to rest at the small of my back, pulling me closer.

Before long, we moved onto the bed, sharing fiery kisses. Lars hand slipped beneath my top, gently caressing my skin. I arched into him, craving more of his touch as he broke the kiss and leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he murmured, "I've wanted this for so long."

"If this is just a dream, don't wake me up." I heard him chuckle and smile before he started to undress me until I was almost left bare, his own clothes following right away.

Lars' lips crashed into mine once again, his body covering mine as he settled between my thighs. His hands circled my breasts as his muscular chest pressed against my soft mounds and his arousal brushed against my belly, a clear indication of the desire coursing through his veins.

As he pulled back from the kiss, his fingers wandered and brushed against my damp panties, making me gasp.

"You sure about this?" Lars' eyes were dark with lust as they locked with mine, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited and I could only nod, eager for more. "I'm sure."

He smiled and pulled my panties down my legs before his skilled fingers danced along my slick folds, teasing my throbbing clit with feather-light touches that sent jolts of electricity through my body. I arched into his touch, desperate for more contact, more pressure.

He lavished attention on my neck now, peppering kisses along my jaw. My skin prickled with goosebumps as he worked his way down, leaving a trail of heated passion in his wake.

Lars positioned himself between my spread legs, his cock, hard and insistent, prodded at my entrance, seeking permission to claim me fully.

He paused, searching my face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but found only lust-filled eyes gazing back at him.

Slowly, deliberately, Lars pushed forward, sinking into my welcoming heat. A soft moan rips from his throat as my walls clench around him, enveloping his shaft in slick, pulsating warmth.

Once he was fully sheathed, Lars stilled, allowing us both to savor the intense sensation of being joined so intimately.

As he began to move, I stared up at him with dreamy eyes before he leans in to kiss me once more, whispering against my lips. "You're utter perfection."

The tenderness of his declaration contrasted beautifully with the passion of his lovemaking. Each deliberate stroke of his cock inside me sent waves of pleasure crashing over my senses. My legs wrap around his waist, urging him deeper, my heels digging into the small of his back.

The world narrowed to the feel of skin on skin, the sound of heavy breathing, and the relentless pulse of our hearts beating as one.

With each stroke, Lars brought me closer to that yearning sensation. "Lars, don't stop."

"Never, babygirl," Lars said, his voice strained with pleasure as he continued to piston in and out of my slick heat. His hips snapped forward with increasing urgency, driving his length deeper into me.

My nails dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the coil of tension in my belly wound tighter and tighter. Every fiber of my being screams for release, begging to be swept away.

"Lars!" I cry out, my voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close!" In response, he angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot within me, sending shockwaves of bliss rippling through my core.

The pressure built, cresting higher and higher, until finally, with a loud moan suppressed by his mouth capturing my lips, I came undone, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

At the peak of my climax, Lars buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he reached his own summit with a passionate moan.

"Oh fuck, that was incredible. "Lars cradled me close, his heart hammering against my chest as he kissed my lips.

Eventually, the storm subsided, leaving us both spent and sated. Lars carefully withdrew, his softened member slipping free with a wet pop. He gathered me into his arms, holding me tightly as we both basked in the warm aftermath of our lovemaking.

"You're amazing, I think I love you..." Lars murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

"I think I love you too..." I mustered a bright smile, and just lay there with him, embracing the warmth of Lars' strong arms, I allowed myself to drift into a peaceful reverie, the pounding music and laughter from below fading into insignificance.

After a while, Lars gently disentangled himself from me. "We should probably get dressed and rejoin the party," he suggested, a hint of reluctance in his tone.

With a sigh, I nodded, knowing he's right. The night was still young, and our friends would surely wonder where you've disappeared to.

"What are we gonna tell the guys?" I asked with a chuckle. "Are we gonna show off?"

"We don't. They knew all along. And yes, we're gonna show off because you're stuck with me now." Lars answered with a smirk.

"Stuck with you, huh? Well, I suppose I can live with that."

[indybob]

I’m bored on a Saturday night so here’s a random snippet from chapter 3 of “Maybe We Were Always Meant To Be” with Mav being a Dad™️ and helping Bradley with his massive crush on Jake!!

As Maverick finishes a story, Jake drains the last of his beer, “Either of you want me to grab y’all another drink?”

“Would you mind setting a water bottle on the table for me?” Maverick asks.

“Sure thing,” Jake says, walking back toward the hangar.

“Will you grab one for me, too?” Bradley calls after him.

“You got it, darlin’.” Jake’s voice slips back into that slight Southern accent as he uses the pet name.

Bradley blushes then turns back to Maverick, who raises his eyebrows knowingly before returning his attention to the grill.

“Shut up,” Bradley mutters.

Maverick raises his hands, defensively, “I didn’t say a thing.”

“You didn’t have to. The look said it all.”

Maverick sighs in exasperation, slumping his shoulders and giving his attention to Bradley. “So, you like Jake—big deal. He clearly likes you, too.”

“Mav,” Bradley pleads.

“Bradley,” Maverick mimics.

Bradley scoffs, “You don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?” Maverick asks, sincerely. “Lay it out, kiddo. It’s just me and you.”

“This whole thing with me and Jake just isn’t as simple as you make it out to be,” Bradley complains.

“Well, why not? Help me understand, Baby Goose.”

Bradley blows out a deep breath, deciding the only thing he can do is tell Maverick the truth, “I’m in love with him, Mav.”

Maverick simply smiles, “I knew it.”

Bradley groans in frustration, “Is it that obvious?”

Maverick chuckles, “To me, and probably anybody who’s not you or Jake, yes. But you two are both locked in your own little world of obliviousness, so I’d say he doesn’t know either.”

“So, what am I supposed to do then?”

Maverick considers that a moment, “Kiddo, I don’t think you have to do anything. You could let this whole thing with Jake be a mess of one-sided pining, or you could take a chance. I really think he likes you, Bradley.”

“I’m just scared that he won’t feel the same and I’ll ruin the friendship we’ve rebuilt. Or it will work for a while, but that I’ll fuck it up in the long run.”

Maverick flips the burgers on the grill again, then turns back to Bradley. “Look, things like this—love and relationships—have always ended with me learning the hard way. It doesn’t have to be that way with you and Jake. Don’t let those fears hold you back from taking a chance. I know what it’s like to live with that regret. And, since you’re as good as my son, it’s my job to warn you against repeating my mistakes.”

“You really do think it’s worth the risk?” Bradley asks, hopefully.

“I do, kiddo. And it’s a different time now. You and Jake are blessed to not have to fear for your careers over how you feel about each other. I wasn’t so lucky. I told myself that the fear of losing my career was what held me back for so many years, but it was me too. I was scared to try with Ice. And, well, you know how that ended up.” Maverick’s voice breaks at the end of the sentence.

“Fuck, Mav. I didn’t mean to bring up—“

Maverick raises up a hand, effectively shushing Bradley. “It’s okay. I want you to know that so you can learn from it. I would hate for you to have to experience the regret that Ice and I both had for years over not doing something about our feelings. I know he loved Sarah, but I never stopped wondering what might have been. Don’t make that same mistake, Bradley, please.”

Bradley can feel himself starting to tear up just at the thought of all that Maverick has lost along the way. Sure, Maverick has Penny now, and he knows that they love each other, but like Maverick said, he still wonders what could have been.

Damn it. Maverick’s right. Bradley won’t be able to live with himself if he lets the chance pass him by, never knowing what could have been between him and Jake. That same regret that Maverick lives with…Bradley honestly doesn’t think he’d be strong enough to handle it.

“Maybe you’re right,” Bradley concedes.

Maverick chuckles, slightly tearfully, “With this, I know I am.”

“I just wish I could be as sure as you.”

“Bradley, do you know what makes me so sure?”

“Years of experience?” Bradley ventures.

Maverick shrugs, “Well, yes, but also, it’s the way you two look at each other. When you’re not looking Jake looks at you like you’ve hung the moon. Like you’re the most beautiful, perfect person that’s ever walked the Earth.”

Bradley blushes, trying to brush it off, “I don’t know about that.”

Maverick gives him a pointed look. “And the looks you give him? It’s exactly how your dad used to look at your mom when they were dating and for the several years they were married. He loved her so much, and I can see that same love in your eyes when you look at Jake.”

Maverick finishes up with the burgers on the grill, setting them on a plate. Once Maverick’s hands are free, Bradley brings him in for a grateful hug. “Thanks, Mav.”

“Of course, Baby Goose. Be confident, and when you get the chance, make that man yours.”

[lovewanxian]

Greatest treasure

I wanted to write some fluffy dragonji for the Chinese new year, especially considering it's the year of the dragon, so I cooked this up.

The morning after their wedding, Wei Wuxian wakes alone in a bed covered in a random collection of items, including several bunnies. He quickly learns that even the esteemed Hanguang-jun, his beloved Lan Zhan, isn't immune to the dragon instinct to hoard the things he loves.

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The morning after their wedding, Wei wuxian woke up sore but happy, nestled up in his many tails and the blankets of the bed. Therefore, it took him several long minutes before he realized that his newly minted husband, the love of his life, Hanguang-jun, Lan Wangji, Lan Zhan, was not in bed with him. 

“Ugh, what is it with Lans and not being able to sleep in, not even the morning after their wedding” , he grumbled. He squinted his eyes open against the sunlight filtering into the room and threw his arms out as he stretched. There was a solid thunk as his hand hit something hard and he paused in confusion. 

Wei Wuxian opened his eyes completely and turned his head only to see Wangji the guqin lying on the bed where Lan Zhan had slept the night before. Bichen laid just further past it on the bed, right next to Suibian. There were also several books of poetry on the bed, a lot of really lovely robes and blankets, some of the art Wei Wuxian himself had drawn of Lan Zhan, clusters of gentian flowers, a basket of loquats, a steaming teapot, the statue of a turtle Wei Wuxian had given him while they courted and … five bunnies. Several other lumps hidden by the blankets hinted at even more items being hidden in the bed. Wei Wuxian was surrounded by so many items on all sides that he couldn't twitch without knocking into something. 

Why the hell were all these things on the bed? And how had Lan Zhan managed to put them there without waking him up? Where was his husband? Nothing made any sense.

It took a lot of effort to sit up, not only because of the many things surrounding him, but also because his body still ached - in a very lovely way, but still, it was criminal that Lan Zhan wasn’t here to cater to his every whim when it was his fault. Absentmindedly, he pulled out one of the bunnies that had buried itself in his tails and petted it. He noticed then that Lan Zhan’s forehead ribbon was still tied to one of his wrists and a smile spread over his face. He let go of the bunny to trace the cloud pattern on it.

It still felt unreal that after everything that had happened - all the death and tragedy and misunderstandings - that not only had Wei Wuxian married Lan Zhan, he had married him in front of the entire Lan sect in an extravagant but tasteful wedding. It was too good to be true, and yet he had the proof of it around his wrist and in the room around him. His home with Lan Zhan. A giddy giggle escaped him. 

Right then, his sensitive fox ears caught the sound of multiple people walking up the path to the Jingshi. He assumed it was Lan Zhan with some servants in tow, hopefully for a bath as he still felt sticky, and smiled in excitement. 

The door opened and Lan Zhan stepped inside. His face was serene with a tiny smile spreading over his face when he saw that Wei Wuxian was awake. He was dressed in only three layers of robes and his forehead was scandalously bare and he was so beautiful Wei Wuxian could die happy. Wei Wuxian loved him so much. 

“Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian called out, beaming at his husband even as he tried to sound scolding. “You were so cruel, leaving me to wake all alone in our marriage bed. And putting so many strange things in …”

He trailed off as Lan Zhan stepped into the Jingshi, pulling two people after him that very much were not servants with a bath. The first one was Lan Sizhui, who cast one look at Wei Wuxian, sitting in bed and only barely covered by a red blanket with his love-bite covered chest out in the open, and blushed so red Wei Wuxian was concerned he would faint. The other person was Lan Xichen, whose smile looked distinctly strained and he wouldn't meet Wei Wuxian’s eyes. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian shrieked and pulled the blanket up to cover himself, not caring for the crash it created as several items fell over. His face matched the red blankets. “What are you doing?”

There was no response. Instead, Lan Zhan continued into the room, pulling his brother and son with him. They struggled a little against his grip, but it was clear they had given up on resisting him some time ago. Lan Zhan walked straight up to the bed and Wei Wuxian shrieked again when he pushed Lan Sizhui and Lan Xichen into the bed. They sat themself down as far from Wei Wuxian as they could and just barely avoided crushing the many other things currently in the bed. 

Lan Zhan looked the bed over with a critical eye before nodding in satisfaction. Then he too crawled into the bed and pulled Wei Wuxian into his arms. Wei Wuxian scrambled to pull the blanket with him, lest he give his son and brother-in-law an(other) eyeful. He was pressed close to Lan Zhan’s front and could hear deep rumbles emitting from his chest. Lan Zhan’s dragon tail made a swishing sound as it dragged back and forth across the blankets in satisfaction. 

After several seconds of shocked, embarrassed silence, Wei Wuxian pulled back enough to look at Lan Xichen. The man was still not meeting his eyes. “Okay, someone explain what the fuck is happening right now. Not that I’m not happy to see you two, but why did Lan Zhan drag you into our bed? And all these other things! Why are the bunnies in our bed?”

Lan Xichen cleared his throat delicately. There was a red tint to his ears. “As you know, animal hybrids often take on … characteristics of their animal side.”

Boy did Wei Wuxian know that. He knew no one else that looked at worms like it was a delicious meal, and had never met someone who quite liked to dig in the earth as much as he did. Lan Qiren and Madam Yu - while she was still alive - had both yelled at him about mischievous fox spirits more than once. He also had a spot behind his ears that made him melt if scratched. 

Wei Wuxian knew that animal traits affected people, but what did that have to do with this? The Lans were dragons and as such were far too refined to display any such traits, unlike all lesser hybrid species. As the kings of the animal kingdom, Lans had long ago conquered such instincts. 

Or at least, so he had always presumed. 

“Are you telling me that Lan Zhan put a bunch of things in our bed because he’s a dragon?” he asked, skepticism dripping off his words. To his surprise, both Lan Xichen and Lan Sizhiu nodded. They didn’t elaborate. 

He turned back to his husband and poked him in the cheek until he opened his eyes and looked at him. His expression was blissed out - not dissimilar to how he had looked the night before and Wei Wuxian determinedly pushed those thoughts down considering the company. “Lan Zhan, why did you put all this in our bed?”

“Hoard”, he answered, humming happily. 

“Hoard?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Hoard of what ?”

“All my favorite things.”

It took him a second, looking around in confusion at all the items and the other two people in the bed. Then it hit him and he hid his face against Lan Zhan’s chest as blood rushed into his cheeks. His heart felt ready to burst from love. “Lan Zhaaaaan! You have to warn me first!”

“Mn”, he said, sounding smug and not at all like a person who would warn Wei Wuxian in the future. Wei Wuxian loved him so much. 

“But really, Lan Zhan, couldn't you have given me some warning that you would do this? A little shout out that you would be bringing your brother and our son into our room so I could at least have put on one layer before? Like, I love you and I love them, but this is awkward.”

“Oh”, Lan Zhan said, very quietly, and seemed to really see him for the first time since entering the room. In all his naked, love-bitten glory. His ears slowly turned red. 

Wei Wuxian gasped, half in delight, half in disbelief. “You forgot I’d be naked? I can’t believe you!”

“Baba … can you please stop talking about it?” Lan Sizhui said, his voice choked with mortification. His face was so red and in any other situation Wei Wuxian would tease him so much about it. 

“Sorry, A-Yuan”, he chuckled. “It’s just so ridiculous. Are all Lan dragons like this?”

Lan Xichen smiled kindly, but was still very much not looking at them. “I’m afraid so, though we are usually able to keep it under control once we get older. When we were young, Wangji and I would constantly hoard each other and every time we visited mother, we would bring things with us so we could hoard her too.”

“That is … so cute ”, Wei Wuxian squealed, imagining a chubby cheeked baby Lan Zhan piling toys on his mom and cuddling up to her with an equally chubby cheeked Lan Xichen. 

“When A-die’s adoption of me was finally made official, he put me in a hoard and wouldn't let me leave for three days”, Lan Sizhui laughed. Another squeal escaped Wei Wuxian as he thought of the small toddler A-Yuan had once been, bundled up in bed and surrounded by all the other things Lan Zhan loved.

“I had to do my sect work from a pile of bunnies”, Lan Xichen lamented, but his smile was widening. Lan Zhan let out a little put upon sound and there was a barely noticeable pout on his lips. 

“Oh?” Wei Wuxian grinned so hard his cheeks hurt. He poked Lan Zhan in the chest. “Lan Zhan, are you going to hoard me for three days too?”

“A week”, Lan Zhan said and though his voice lacked emotion, his arms tightened possessively around Wei Wuxian, making him laugh in delight. 

“And what about Xichen-gege and our sweet little radish? Are you going to hoard them too?”

“Hoard”, he agreed, very determinedly. 

Wei Wuxian stifled a snicker at the looks on said people’s faces. They looked like they had expected that answer yet dreaded it at the same time. It was very cute how willing they were to indulge Lan Zhan in his dragon tendencies. There was just one little problem. 

Shifting until his mouth was right next to Lan Zhan’s ear and whispering as quietly as he could, so the other two people in the room couldn't hear him, he said, “Then what about our everyday?”

Lan Zhan stiffened against him and a little gasp escaped his mouth. His grip turned bruising around Wei Wuxian and he purred in response, happy by the reaction he had enacted. “Sizhui, Xiongzhang, you can leave now.”

The two men startled, clearly surprised that Lan Zhan would let them go so quickly. Wei Wuxian winked at them from Lan Zhan’s arms and the color returned to their faces. They left the bed and hurried out of the Jingshi with none of their usual Lan grace. Wei Wuxian laughed after them and then some more when Lan Zhan pulled him in for a kiss. 

True to his word, Lan Zhan didn’t let him leave their bed for a week after that. Luckily, he had gathered quite the hoard of things around them. And the crown of them all was Wei Wuxian himself. He had never been happier being someone's greatest treasure.

[moonlightdawn1102]

Arion's Angel - Chapter Seven

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha

Word Count: 904

Warnings: N/A

Behind Avengers Tower

Bucky had been quite a pleasant distraction and you were grateful that he’d taken time out of his day to keep you occupied while the team deliberated your future. The only problem with spending time with Bucky was that you knew the betrayal would hurt more. These people despite their wariness of you were intergalactic heroes. They were the epitome of the word good.

Whereas you were the complete opposite. Granted it wasn’t by choice, but still you were the darkness and they were the light. The thought of killing any of them in the future made you feel physically sick and Bucky, well you couldn’t imagine anything worse than taking this sweet man back to the place you’d learnt to call home.

“The only person who uses the garden is Wanda. She likes to meditate and something about being outside grounds her. But I’m sure if you ever wanted to come out here she wouldn’t mind” Bucky explains while you walk through the garden with him.

You look around and smile slightly at the tranquillity of the garden, “It’s beautiful out here. I’ve not felt peace like this in a long time” you admit softly.

You might have been looking at the beauty of the garden, but Bucky hadn’t stopped looking at you for the past fifteen minutes. “Beautiful is definitely the word I’d use,” he says softly.

You glance at him and catch him staring, you blush and quickly look away missing the charming smile that Bucky sends your way.

“Do you think I’ll have a purpose here? If they let me stay, do you think I’ll fit in?” you ask Bucky while you walk alongside the lake.

Bucky nods his head without a second thought, “Absolutely. You’re powerful, strong, empathetic..Those are all the best qualities for someone willing to save the world. And on a personal level, well, it might be difficult with Tony and some of the others for a while but it’s just because they don’t understand. Not like myself and others on the team can. But eventually, I think you’ll have every person in the building falling in love with you” he says with a chuckle.

Bucky was so sincere and for a few moments you could allow yourself to believe that his words held the truth of your future.

“You’re a good and kind man Mr Barnes” you whisper softly.

Bucky shrugs his shoulders, “Only for the people that matter. And if the whole building does fall in love with you, I expect to be number one still” he teases with a smile.

You laugh loudly and genuinely for the first time in forever, “Of course, Bucky. No one will ever beat you. You’ll always be my favourite”

CONFERENCE ROOM, AVENGERS TOWER 

The rest of the team had finally come to a conclusion which was that you’d be allowed to stay on a probationary period, but that you’d have to follow certain rules. The team including Tony had made an agreement that you could join the team but that you wouldn’t be doing any solo missions until you could be trusted.

Now that everyone was in some form of agreement the tension had subsided, “Hey Buck, do you mind..Wait, where’s Bucky gone?” he says in confusion when he looks at the end of the table to see that Bucky’s figure had disappeared. 

Natasha rolls her eyes subtly, “He left about five minutes into the discussion, I think it’s obvious that he wants Y/N to stay, don’t you?” she says.

Sam chuckles under his breath and leans back in his chair, “I second that. He’s been making heart eyes at her ever since we saw her covered in blood defending Peter” he says with a slight smirk.

Steve furrows his brow and thinks back to when they’d been on the plane on the way home, Bucky had seemed particularly interested in Y/N, but Steve had thought nothing of it at the time. 

Tony throws his hands in the air, “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Those two can’t get together. What if she’s a bad influence on him and he decides to go all Winter Soldier on us again?” he says flatly.

Steve briefly looks concerned until Natasha places a gentle hand on his arm and shakes her head, “Shuri took the programming out Steve. You know that he can’t be controlled like that anymore. Y/N could end up being really good for him” she says softly to her boyfriend.

Steve lets out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding, “You’re right. You’re totally right” he says.

Natasha gives his arm a comforting squeeze and chuckles lightly, “I always am” she says before pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Steve straightens up and looks out across the table at everyone, “Y/N will move into the tower immediately. I’ll have Bucky keep an eye on her along with myself and Natasha. If we have no sudden missions tomorrow, I think that we will take the day to train and see what she’s capable of doing. Any further questions?” he asks the room.

When nobody raises their hand or speaks, Steve nods with approval, “Great, I’ll go and let Y/N know the good news” he says with a smile.

Everyone begins to disperse while Steve walks through the tower to look for Y/N and Bucky.

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Can you do dexter and raven again, please? Where raven is the blush dork in the relationship 🥹,please

A bit of a shorter fic today so I’m sorry bout that but I promise to make up for it with a eq x gk fic very soon

Anyway I’ve realized that for certain ships I’m better at writing in one character pov than the other and for dexven I think I’m def better at writing Dexter povs so I’m sorry if this is shitty

Hope you enjoyyyy!!

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Raven groaned as she read her schedule for the new term. She had chemistry first thing on a Monday morning with seemingly none of her friends, so not only would she be all alone all her friends had been put together in crownculus and Raven found that just unfairest.

“I’m sure it won’t be so bad.” Ashlynn tried to be supportive as she reached out and grabbed Ravens hands.

Briar who seemingly woken just moments before snorted as she laughed, “come on Ashlynn it is that bad. Remember when you had castle management alone last year.”

Ashlynn threw Briar a glare as Raven dropped her head in her hands. “Anyway… I’m sure you’ll make a friend in no time. Everyone knows how sweet you are.” Raven tried to seem uplifted as Ashlynn and Briar excused themselves from the castleteria in search of their class.

She was about to start heading to chemistry when her vision was suddenly blocked by a shadow before her.

Looking up in confusion, Raven immediately froze and felt heat travel to her cheeks as she stared at Dexter.

“Hey Raven.” He slid in the seat next to hers and she had to use her hair as a cover for her flushed face. “Raven?” She silently sighed as she turned to look at him with a smile. He smiled back, his dimples appearing on his cheeks as he did.

“What’s up!” Dexter shrugged and put his schedule down next to hers. “I have chemistry all alone on Monday mornings.” Raven perked up as she heard this, her eyes glowing with glee as she grabbed his hand.

“That’s great!” He gave her an unimpressed look before she continued “so do I. So that means that we can be partners together.”

Dexter was silent for a second before he jumped up while grabbing her wrist. “Really? I mean yeah awesome, great.”

Raven wasn’t listening tho to his words as her mind focused on his gentle touch at her hand. How he was holding her wrist so delicately and yet firmly as he started to lead them down the corridor. The touch sent electric waves through her all the way to her cheeks as she followed.

As they entered the class and took their seats, Raven hoped that Dexter was oblivious to her fired cheeks and to her giddy face as she stole little glances at him. Watching the way the sun caught his dark hair, adding hints of carmel gold and specks of gold in his blue eyes.

She always knew that everyone thought Daring was the more handsome brother but looking at him now and since she first saw him she’d think that Darimg had nothing to Dexter. He didn’t have his kind, genuine eyes or his calming, affectionate smile or his-.

“Raven Queen!” Raven jumped as she heard the teacher shout her name, “stop daydreaming and get back to work!” She nodded and clenched her fist under the table as the embarrassment coursed through her.

“So what were you day dreaming about. Not about some prince I hope.” She knew he said it as a joking manner but she could have sworn that there was something more in his voice as he stared at her almost pleadingly. Almost.

Another wave of heat reached her cheeks and raven quickly turned away and grabbed a random flask from the tray. “No! No never.” She laughed off as she started to pour the green liquid into the beaker. Dexter kissed his teeth but nodded before taking a table take as he saw what raven was pouring in.

“Raven no!” He swiftly shoved her out the way and put himself before her as an explosion burst in the room.

Murmurs soon broke out but Raven didn’t care. Because how could she focus on anything else than her crushes arms around her body as stared down at her with such care and concern.

Unconsciously Dexter leaned down and brushed away a streak of her hair, Ravens breath caught in her throat and once again her betraying cheeks started to blush and much to her dismay Raven had to cut their little moment short as she pulled away.

Before either could say anything their teacher was in front of them, yelling about whatever after, while they both were seemingly entranced in each other. Raven wished she could just make the teacher shut up but she couldn’t so she had to make do with gazing at Dexter and his warm eyes.

And as they sat back in their seats, heads hung low and fingers brushing Raven let her blush erupt in her cheeks baring no shame as her fellow classmate looked at her with confusion while she stared at Dexter like a love sick puppy.

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Since it’s summer now, what are your guys plans?? I went back to my home country and then I’m going to Italy for a week and then coming back until I have time return to the country I live in for school

Anyway I do hope you enjoyed and have a great day!!

[darlingsaybonvoyage]

More Than A Woman

(Changbin x Reader)

Tagging @hyungszn because I told her I would, and I'm so nervous, please me gentle or I'll cry :') /hj

A/N: Title inspired by The Bee Gees, as they came up while I was writing this, they have no other association to this fic other than that :) and this is my first smut here, so be nice :)

I wrote (Y/N) as she/her in my mind, but there's no actual gender use in the story, so go crazy :))

Warnings: Breathplay, extreme choking, very kinky, I'm clearly projecting :)

Edit: made it a bit more intense, sorry 🫶 proceed with caution

Stray kids had just ended their tour, and you couldn’t be more than happy to have Changbin back home with you. Originally, you planned for the two of you to go out to the new restaurant that he had been looking forward to, but one look at him and you could tell he was exhausted. So you planned that date for another day. 

For now, you two currently cuddled in bed as Extraordinary Attorney Woo played as background noise, enjoying each other’s presence after not seeing each other for a long time. Facetimes were a thing, but they weren’t the same thing as really being face to face.

Changbin held you in his arms, absentmindedly tracing his fingers whatever exposed skin he could come into contact with. You sighed in content, but happened to go tense when his fingers brushed up against your neck. He noticed, being the observant man he was. “Did you not like that?” He mused, stopping his tracing. You blushed, looking away from him. “It’s not that, Binnie. I was just too focused on the TV.” You lied, hoping he’d buy it.

Truth is, you had a thing for his hands, something you haven’t verbalized to him. You loved the way they looked, the way they felt, and just how delicate, yet firm they looked when holding anything. There were many nights where you often fantasize about him wrapping his hands tightly around your neck. 

To your dismay, Changbin knew you were lying. “Baby, you can tell me anything.” He said with a smile. You looked back at him, noticeably hesitant, and he began to wonder if maybe he accidentally crossed a boundary. He opened his mouth, an apology on the tip of his tongue. It immediately died when you took hold of his hand and carefully placed it over your neck, looking at him with doe eyes. “Are you sure?” He whispered, adjusting himself to where he lay over you, almost straddling you. You nodded, placing your hand over his and squeezing in encouragement. “I trust you. I’ll tap you twice if I need to stop.” You assured him with a smile.

"You can struggle against me all you need, I won't let go unless you tap." He whispered, watching as you tried to keep calm, but he wanted to see you break underneath him. You jerked in his hold, closing your eyes as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Changbin smiled back, oh so sweetly, as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. You kissed back, bringing your hands up to weave your fingers through his hair. He proceeded to pull down your shorts, having you tighten your grip in his hair. Then, you felt the pressure on your neck increase, and you opened your mouth to take a breath, releasing a gurgled moan when you found it hard to do so. He kept a careful gaze on you, keeping a steady grip on your neck while rubbing his fingers over your clit.

You could breathe, but just barely. It was enough to have your head swimming as you lay there, unable to focus on anything else other than how light you felt. You jolted when he pressed a finger into your pussy, letting out an embarrassingly loud moan. He tightened his grip on your neck, completely cutting off your breathing, leaving you to convulse beneath him. You brought your hands to his wrist, but you didn’t try pulling it away. You simply held there as you maintained eye contact with him as your convulsions had you grinding against his hand, taking his finger deeper into you.

“Oh fuck,” He whined, growing hard as a pink hue took over your face. He had half a mind to be concerned, but you looked so pretty and blissful, he couldn’t bring himself to let go yet. He trusted you to tap out if you absolutely needed to.

“Cl-clo--” You tried warning that you were about to come, and Changbin took notice right away. He inserted another finger and pumped them in and out as you came hard with a choked whine, eyes rolling into the back of your head, body jolting and convulsing in post orgasm. He pulled his fingers out, watching as you tried to breathe. He felt a twinge of satisfaction at the look of panic that started to form on your face as your fingernails started to dig into his skin. Your mouth tried forming words as you rutted against him, trying to create friction against your crotch as another orgasm started to build up.

Your brain begged you to tap out, to give your lungs the air they desperately need, but your need to orgasm overrode your logical side.

Changbin straddled himself over your hips, pressing his clothed dick over your pussy, both hands now pressing down on your neck. You whined as your hands started scratching at his wrists, then at his shoulders as you rolled your hips against him, choked moans making his erection press against your crotch.

"Wanna tap out, baby?" He asked as your face started to take on a deep red. You shook your head, your trembling hands coming back down to hold his wrists, chest heaving as your movements started to slow, eyes focused on his. He leaned down, lips hovering just above yours as he softly blew on them, taunting you with breath that you can't have. That alone was enough to have your trembling hard as you came again, harder than before, and he swears you look absolutely ethereal.

Changbin decided to keep his hold on your neck for a few more seconds before finally letting you breathe. You took a deep breath before breaking out into a coughing fit, and Changbin worried he had gone too far. “(Y/N)?” He helped you sit, rubbing your back as your coughs eased into soft wheezes. He panics for a whole two seconds when you say nothing, until you plop back down with. “Holy fucking shit, that was hotter than I could have imagined.”

Your words mixed with how hoarse you sound sends him into hysterics, laughing harder when you let out an offended gasp that only sounds like a croak.

When he calms down, you both notice the bulging tent in his pants.

Changbin looks to you with a smirk. “I wonder how you would feel choking around my cock.”

[mcu-binge]

Love in Brooklyn pt 8

I had been up since the crack of dawn, already covered in flour and sugar as I prepped for Tony Stark's event. The fact that Tony Stark himself had come into my bakery still felt unreal, but I had to keep it together. There was no room for nerves today. The boxes of pastries and other goodies were packed, labeled, and stacked near the door, ready for transport.

I glanced at the dress hanging in the back of the bakery. It was a soft blush color, something elegant but simple, and definitely not what I'd normally wear. I had brought it to change into for the event, but the thought of showing up looking anything less than my professional self made my heart race. What was I doing, getting involved with these Avengers? My life was flour, family, and keeping everything running smoothly. I hope I can fit into Steve's world as he fit into mine.

Once everything was set to go, I packed the van with help from my crew and drove to the event. When we arrived, the grandeur of the venue hit me. Stark Tower was nothing short of magnificent, modern, sleek, and shining in the city lights. It felt like I had entered another world.

I'd been to fancy events before, but this was something else. As I directed my team to start setting up the tables, arranging the desserts and pastries in perfect rows, the reality of the situation started to sink in. I was catering a high-profile Avengers charity event. For Tony Stark. I tried to push down the rising nerves by focusing on the task at hand, ensuring every display looked perfect.

And then there was Steve. I hadn't seen him yet, but I knew he'd be here. The thought sent a little flutter through my chest that I tried to shake off. He was a distraction, a nice one, but a distraction nonetheless.

Once the setup was mostly done, I wiped my hands on my apron and sighed. It was time to change. I grabbed the dress and made my way to find a spot where I could quickly swap my baking clothes for something more presentable. Just as I stepped out of the catering area, I heard a voice behind me.

"You're not planning on changing in the hallway, are you?"

I turned to see Steve, standing there with his classic grin, hands in his pockets, looking far too relaxed considering the chaos of the event around us. I let out a small laugh. "No, I was hoping to find a quiet spot, but I didn't plan that far ahead."

He raised an eyebrow. "You can use my room. It's quiet, I promise."

I hesitated, feeling the familiar warmth creep up my neck at the idea of stepping into his personal space. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude."

He nodded, that easy smile still playing on his lips. "Trust me, it's better than the hallway. Come on, I'll show you."

I followed him through the maze of corridors, trying not to let my nerves show. When we reached his room, he opened the door for me and stepped aside, giving me space. "Take your time. I'll be outside if you need anything."

I stepped inside, immediately struck by how... grand everything was. The room wasn't just a room—it was like a suite, modern and sleek, with a view of the city that could take your breath away. The bed was massive, the furniture all dark wood and expensive fabrics, and there were little touches that reminded me just how different his life was from mine. The framed photos on the wall, the crisp, clean design—it was so different from my cozy loft in Brooklyn.

I walked over to the window and stared out for a moment, taking in the cityscape. My mind started wandering, and for the first time, I really let it sink in: Steve Rogers. Captain America. He had been coming to Brooklyn all this time, spending his days at my bakery, acting like it was no big deal. But this—this was his world. A world of luxury, elegance, and a level of fame I could barely wrap my head around.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even hear the door open behind me. Steve stepped in quietly, probably noticing how long I'd been in here. "You okay?" His voice was soft, a little concerned.

I turned to face him, realizing I'd been staring out at the city for who knows how long. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, though it came out a little weaker than I intended. "Just... trying to wrap my head around all of this." I waved a hand, indicating the room, the view, everything.

He crossed the room, standing beside me but keeping enough distance to give me space. "It's not really my style, either, if that helps."

I glanced at him, surprised by the admission. "Really?"

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, it's a bit much for me. Stark insisted, though. Says it suits the image." He shrugged, like he wasn't sure what to make of it himself. "But it's just where I live. I don't spend much time here."

I looked at him more closely then, thinking about how often he'd been in Brooklyn, how casually he'd slipped into my life, and how much effort he must have put into making it seem like it wasn't a big deal. My heart did a little flip. "You really go out of your way to visit the bakery, don't you?" I asked, my voice softer now.

He shrugged, but there was a smile in his eyes. "It's not out of the way if it's worth it."

My heart skipped a beat. He wasn't just talking about the pastries, and I knew it. For a moment, I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, looking at him, feeling the weight of everything he wasn't saying.

"Dani?" His voice pulled me back, and I realized he was standing a little closer now, his blue eyes steady on mine.

"Yeah?" I managed, my breath catching.

"You should probably get changed. Don't want to be late to the event." He grinned, teasing lightly, but his gaze lingered on me for a second longer than necessary.

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Right. Good point." I stepped back, finally remembering the dress I was holding. "I'll be quick."

He nodded and moved toward the door. "Take your time. I'll be out here."

I stood there for a moment, holding the dress in front of me, trying to shake off the nerves. I undressed and slipped into the pretty dress. As I went to zip it up, I realized the zipper was stuck. Typical. I tugged at it, but it wouldn't budge, and I let out a frustrated sigh.

Glancing toward the door, I hesitated. I really didn't want to ask for help, but the thought of being late wasn't appealing either. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door just a crack and peeked out. Steve was still leaning against the wall, looking at his phone.

"Steve?" My voice was soft, a little unsure.

He looked up immediately, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Yeah?"

I bit my lip, feeling a little embarrassed. "Would you... would you mind helping me with this? The zipper's stuck."

He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a small smile. "Of course." He moved toward me without hesitation, stepping into the room and closing the door. The tension was palpable as he stood in front of me, the air between us suddenly charged with something I hadn't expected.

I turned around, holding my hair up to give him access to the zipper. "It's just... caught on the fabric," I explained, though my voice sounded breathless even to my own ears.

Steve stepped in closer, and I felt his fingers brush against the bare skin of my back as he tried to free the zipper. His touch was warm, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "I see it," he murmured, his voice low, focused.

He gently tugged at the zipper, his fingertips grazing my skin again. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, and suddenly, everything in the room felt smaller, closer. My pulse quickened, and I swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything other than how aware I was of him standing so close behind me.

"There," he said quietly after a moment, finally getting the zipper to move. But instead of stepping back right away, he hesitated, his fingers lingering on the now-closed zipper. "All set."

I turned slightly to look at him over my shoulder, catching his eyes. There was something there—something neither of us had fully acknowledged before now. His gaze was softer than usual, but there was an intensity behind it that made my breath hitch.

"Thanks," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His hand dropped from the zipper, but he didn't step back. Instead, his eyes held mine for a moment longer, and I could feel the electricity between us crackling in the air. It was subtle, but undeniable, and I could tell he felt it too.

"Anytime," he replied, his voice rougher now, like he was holding something back. He took a small step back, giving me space, but the tension still hung between us.

I let my hair fall back over my shoulders, feeling my heart race as I turned to face him fully. "I guess we should get back out there, huh?"

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes in the same easy way it usually did. "Yeah... we probably should."

As we walked back to the event together, the warmth of his touch still lingered on my skin. The slow burn we'd been dancing around for weeks now felt like it had sparked something much bigger, and I wasn't sure either of us could—or wanted to—ignore it for much longer.

As we stepped out into the charity event, the grand ballroom buzzed with energy. Laughter and soft music filled the air, and a sea of well-dressed guests mingled beneath chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow over the room. The pastries I had prepared were laid out in a beautifully arranged spread at the center of the food table, and it wasn't long before people started gravitating toward them.

I had changed into my dress after Steve helped with the zipper, but as I looked around at the glamorous crowd, I felt a little out of place. These people were... rich. And not just rich—*rich*. The kind of people who casually dropped names like Cartier and Chanel in conversation, while I was still hoping I didn't drop a mixing bowl during a morning rush.

But seeing how excited everyone was about the pastries gave me a boost of confidence. I could see people whispering to each other as they took their first bites, smiling and nodding as they enjoyed them. It was satisfying, knowing that something I'd worked so hard on was being appreciated.

I noticed Steve watching me from across the room, giving me a subtle smile and a nod of approval before he was swept up by a group of guests, probably asking him about his time as Captain America. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest at the thought of him looking out for me, even here.

I started making my rounds, talking to a few guests who were clearly intrigued by the spread of pastries. A couple of them asked for my business card, and I could feel my confidence building more and more with every compliment.

A man in a sharp tuxedo approached me, champagne glass in hand, with an overly confident smirk that I immediately didn't trust. "You're the baker, right?" he asked, his tone smooth, but with an edge that put me on alert.

"Yes, I am," I replied, keeping my tone polite but detached. "I hope you're enjoying the pastries."

"Oh, they're great," he said, taking a step closer, his eyes lingering on me a little too long. "But I'm more interested in knowing who made them."

I gave him a tight-lipped smile, already feeling uncomfortable. "Well, you know now," I said, trying to steer the conversation back to neutral ground. "I'm glad you liked them."

He didn't take the hint. Instead, he leaned in even closer, his smile widening in a way that made my skin crawl. "You know, you should really get out of the kitchen more often. A woman as talented and beautiful as you... you'd do well in this world."

I stiffened, taking a small step back. "Thanks, but I'm fine where I am," I said firmly, hoping he'd drop it.

But he didn't. He reached out, lightly brushing his hand against my arm in what I assumed he thought was a charming gesture. "Come on, don't be shy. I'm just trying to get to know you better."

I was about to tell him off—politely, of course, because I didn't want to make a scene—when a familiar voice cut in.

"Is there a problem over here?"

Steve's voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable firmness behind it. I glanced over to see him standing just a few feet away, his eyes locked on the man in front of me. There was no anger or aggression in his stance—he wasn't looking to cause trouble—but the protective energy radiating off him was unmistakable.

The man took a step back, clearly recognizing Steve. His smirk faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered. "No problem at all," he said smoothly, though I could see the hint of nervousness in his eyes. "Just having a conversation."

Steve's eyes didn't leave his. "It didn't sound like a conversation she was interested in having."

The man hesitated, looking between me and Steve, clearly weighing his options. After a long pause, he scoffed and took a step back. "Fine, I'll let you two get back to it," he muttered, before turning and walking away, disappearing into the crowd.

I let out a sigh, feeling my shoulders relax. "Thanks," I said, turning to Steve with a grateful smile. "I didn't want to cause a scene."

"You wouldn't have," Steve said gently, his eyes softening as he looked at me. "But I didn't want him making you uncomfortable either."

I smiled at the way he handled the situation—calm, respectful, and not making it into something bigger than it needed to be. "I appreciate it," I said, feeling the warmth of his presence beside me.

We stood there for a moment, just the two of us, the noise of the party fading into the background. "You're really good at that," I said with a small laugh, breaking the tension. "The whole saving-the-day thing."

He grinned, his blue eyes twinkling. "Comes with the job."

"Well, you did a great job tonight," I said teasingly. "I'm impressed."

"I'm just glad I could help," he replied, his tone lighter now, but there was something deeper behind his gaze—something that made my heart beat a little faster.

We continued chatting as we walked through the event, both of us subtly gravitating toward each other. As the night went on, more people complimented the pastries, and a few even tried to flirt with me again, but this time, Steve stayed close by, offering his quiet, steady support. There was something reassuring about having him there, knowing that I wasn't alone.

At one point, we ended up near the large windows that overlooked the city, the lights of Manhattan twinkling in the distance. I leaned against the railing, taking it all in, and Steve stood beside me, his presence calm and steady.

"You know," I said after a moment, glancing over at him. "I still can't believe Tony Stark personally invited me to cater this event."

Steve smiled, his gaze following mine as we looked out over the city. "Tony has good taste. And it wasn't just him—you're the best baker in Brooklyn."

I laughed, feeling a little embarrassed. "I don't know about *the best*, but I do my best."

"You're being modest," he said, turning to face me more directly. "I've seen the way people talk about your pastries. You're incredible at what you do."

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks at his words. There was something about the way Steve looked at me that made me feel... seen, in a way that was different from how anyone else looked at me. "Thanks," I said softly, meeting his gaze.

For a moment, we just stood there, the unspoken tension between us hanging in the air. It wasn't uncomfortable, but the feeling was undeniable—

Finally, Steve broke the silence with a small smile. "So, when do I get to try the next batch?"

I laughed, grateful for the shift in conversation. "Well, I'll be back in the bakery tomorrow morning. You know where to find me."

"I do," he said, his voice warm. And as the night went on, I couldn't shake the feeling that something between us was shifting— I don't think I could ignore it much longer.

[2n2n]

For Tsukasa, who loves Amane so much always, what are moments where... it's overwhelming, actually, to be with him? Like, we see Amane get all /// blushy, can't take it... over things (and he even seems overwhelmed when Tsu is excited about the shooting star.) So what are things that would make even the excitable Tsukasa get all... Oh no....

And curious to hear about how Tsukasa wouldn't recognize he has feelings for Nene ? His interest in emotions in others, but not towards himself?

yaaaass, I think these kind of moments could exist really easily, actually, but it's not a popular headcanon… I think if Amane gave Tsukasa, any affection (verbal, physical…), very directly, Tsukasa would be easily overwhelmed… if Amane points his, charm beam, at Tsukasa, pities and pets him openly, I DO think it would mute Tsukasa, make him lose his expression and focus … Amane being difficult with ah, affection, and when he is affectionate, it usually being coddling/condescending, I think that creates such a circumstance of vulnerability when it's happening suddenly haha. as much as poor Nene-chan has to feel //// if Amane grabs her or smiles at her all big ... pets her and promises to protect her ... I think Tsukasa had the same disease.

Images like this, to me, convey Tsukasa being spellbound by Amane, gazing at him.... since the perspective PoV is Tsukasa's. We can't SEE Tsukasa reacting this way to Amane yet, but, it's implied...

you can only imagine the Tsukasa staring at this Amane reading to him...

and this is all incredibly similar naturally, to how Nene pictures Amane in HER lovelorn little head....

Tsukasa blushes prominently after Amane just pets him, here, promising to read to him

and even just conceptualizing Tanabata with Amane, makes Tsukasa whisk away to a dreamy gaze... blush...

Tsukasa is often characterized by his :D, but just as often, an excited Tsukasa is , expressionless, arrested by his excitement… I love this Tsukasa waiting eagerly for the new volume (to see Amane) (he's holding a stamp to mark the incoming mail ... he's overly prepared for the mailman, unmoving lol)

and this Tsukasa, holding an Amane plushie

I think when Amane gets all ..... big brother-y .... like "ah, you're not good at reading..." or "you can't figure this out yourself, can you?" or "you always get lost easily, sigh, hold my hand dummy" "ahhh you're so distracted, aren't you? come on, watch me do it..." "ahhh you're no good at it, come on, I'll do it for you..." it makes Tsukasa feel smaller and overwhelmed by the sense of gratefulness and ,, that feeling Amane is so generous to offer you anything. I think Amane just gives you this kind of disease...

I had a dream once about Amane simply and effortlessly 'subduing' Tsukasa by just picking him up and cooing to him excessively, then shoving him back into his boundary when he's incapacitated by it...

If you really think about how much Tsukasa adores Amane ... and you think about how Amane's affection presents and how precious it is when he gives it ... and then you imagine Amane unleashing anything onto him at last ... it's actually too easy to debilitate Tsukasa... I think he's so weak, deep down ...

Often if I really go all the way to think about, you know, FURTHER THINGS, kissing etc, I imagine Tsukasa less "HAHA YAY WOO" and more... overwhelmed, confused, unable to react, staring, or even starting to cry ... Amane is always indirect ... that's what Tsukasa is used to .... I don't think he could handle love offered so quickly.... it would take such time for Tsukasa to 'get used to it' ... still I think Amane will always have the upperhand....

THE OTHER THING: Tsukasa not recognizing his own feelings exactly.. it's just a headcanon, but, yeah. I don't personally think he even understands his love for Amane as so much more than platonic ... ? Or how to.. quantify it, at all, what he wishes would happen, what imagining 'more' with Amane is like? Ehhh I don't know how good Tsukasa is at conceptualizing what he wants? He's always granting other's wishes, and his only wish was selfless, for someone else ... I don't know what Tsukasa's personal wish is. He still seems only interested in seeing Amane get what he wants. I don't even think Tsukasa can think of, Amane kissing him, or something, at all ... let alone ... anything so new and bold as Nene-chan things....

I think Tsukasa thinks in those terms of .. "my wish was already granted" and, extrapolating, "I already got everything I could ever want" (Amane giving up his life for him, with him, getting to spend years with Amane, going to Tanabata...).... I'm not sure if he really fantasizes about more for himself, as much as he wants Amane to imagine more and more and more (Amane was the one with hopes and dreams...).... boy, Amane, he really is filled with endless desires.

if along the way, Tsukasa also fell for Nene-chan, I don't know if he'd really have the means to fully understand that ... ? But I could be wrong. I think it'd be interesting for the wish-granter and heart-seeing desire God to have a gap in his own perception... can't point it inward...

there's no precedent for Tsukasa to have something like this, just like Amane had no precedent...

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[animebook-loverr]

Fandom: Naruto

Characters included: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Hatake Kakashi

Genre: angst/fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Doing this bc I've beeb hella stressed lately and need some comfort 😀

Uzumaki Naruto

Naruto was oblivious to a lot of things

You tried to get him to rest for a minute? Alexa play don't stop me now by queens

You hinted at him that he should eat proper food rather then Ramen? He no speak language

But when it came to your needs this boi picked up on it before you could figure out your own feelings

But he understood your boundaries and also that you wouldn't let some stress stop you from getting to work

However lately it had just become too much.

Day after day there was more work to do, your boyfriend went on dangerous missions, you didn't want to get fired, there were piles upon piles of paperwork you had to finish

And then you broke

Currently you were in your bedroom on the floor hugging your knees to your chest and hiding your face in between them, crying, whilst sobs shook your frame

Naruto was worried about you, and wanted to cheer you up so he bought two cup of raven's to go. They could make anyone happy!

When he entered the apartment he immediately sensed that something was wrong

Usually your home would be filled with happiness laughter, or some kind if sign that showed that you were a happy-go-luck type

However your apartment was dull and cold as if someone had died long ago and nobody visited this place

Then he heard faint sobs

Coming from your room

The cup of ramens abondend on the kitchen counter he rushed to you to find you in your crying state

It broke his heart

He strode over to you engulfing you in a warning hug, careful not to startle you

You cried into his chest, your tears soaking his shirt but he couldn't and care less

"Tell me what happend, (Y/N)."

His voice was a huge relief

"It-It's just so much, Naruto! The work, you going on these baka missions, I-I-I..."

"Shh. It's gonna be alright, as ping as we are together, dattebayo."

The next day you told your boss that you were gonna take a few days off due to personal reasons and he smiled at you, before wishing you luck with whatever going on

These days was spent with Naruto taking you to awesome dates and him just living you

Cuddles in the meetings, cuddles in the afternoon, cuddles everywhere!

You were one lucky person to have him by your side

Uchiha Sasuke

Sasuke instantly knows something was off

The subtle signs of you staring off into space, not begging asking him for some cuddles, your forgetfulness

You just weren't yourself

Not your usual bright self that made his lips curve into a slight smile

Congratulations for making the grumpiest man in all anime history smile girl 😌👏

"Y/N."

No response

"Y/N"

Nothing

Poor boy has to take drastic measures

Thank goodness you were at your shared home tho

"D...Darling, I'm worried about you."

You snapped your head over to him

He hardly ever called you any nicknames and he had a hard time expressing his feelings

It was a miracle when he confessed to you

And then you told him with your head down about how school was just too much and you couldn't keep up

If he could he would've taken you out of there and hold you for the rest of his life (claiming that you were clinging when he was a literal Koala bear)

He helped you with your homework, explaining it to you patiently, with a few teases hear and there

He would defenitly watch your kawaii face while you concentrated hard on your exercises

"'Suke? Is something in my face"

"No. Continue working."

"Were you staring at my face?"

The faintest blush ever was evident on his cheeks

"Hn."

Best brooding emo ever

Hatake Kakashi

You were the best thing that ever happend to the shinobi

He went throuhg so much, and you made him forget it all, or at least helped to dull the pain a little

this man knows everything about you

Everything

so when one day you zoned out of a conversation with him he wnet all protective mode

"Love, are you alright?"

you look into his concerned eyes and just...break

You tell him about how all the shinobi work wore you down and honestly you felt like a baby

He kept muttering sweet nothings into your hair, rubbing your back, and told you how much he loved you

By some miracle you both got a few days off, and he Kashi treated you like the queen you are <3

[itsallyscorner]

Omg after Tom showing off his thighs in that Jimmy Fallon interview, please please please could you write something about thigh riding him 💙

Not me immediately working on this once I saw it in my inbox💀 I’m supposed to be clearing my inbox out, but when this popped in I couldn’t help it🙈 I also haven’t done smut in a while so THANK YOU for requesting this😌💞

💌.

Use Me*

Warnings: SMUT! She’s a nasty one. If this is a bit messy, I’m sorry, I haven’t written smut in ages😭

(GIF from @tomhollandnet )

“Citizen Kane!” Your boyfriend confidently blurted out to his laptop. He must’ve done something wrong because his eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, hang on a minute!” He stuttered placing his hand on his chest. You heard Jimmy Fallon laugh from the laptop and explain the rules of the game again. You let out a quiet laugh yourself from behind his set up, though your eyes drifted down to his bare legs that bounced up and down.

For the past few weeks, Tom has been doing promo for his new and highly anticipated film Cherry. While trying to balance filming Spider-Man 3 and doing promo, you guys barely had time to spend together. Not that it bothered you; you understood how hectic his job could get, so you weren’t phased by the back to back Zoom interviews or how he’d join you in bed late at night after a long day on set.

The lost time between the both of you must’ve finally caught up on Tom as he woke up clingier than usual. The moment his eyes fluttered open he felt the need to touch you, to have his skin pressed up against yours, and to feel the warmth that radiated off your body. He just wanted to have you near him—the reason to why he begged you to spend the entire day with him.

You should have been listening to Tom talking passionately about his film, but your mind drifted off to the gutter. Only a few feet away from you was your boyfriend sitting behind a desk, wearing a black shirt, topped with a black blazer, pantless. The only garments covering his bottom half were his boxers and socks, leaving his thighs bare and tempting to your eyes. You tried to avoid looking at them, forcing your attention to focus on the words coming out his mouth, but your eyes were constantly drifting down to his thighs. From the way Tom rubbed his rough hands on them to the way they flexed whenever he moved was starting to cause a pool of arousal to form in your panties.

Tom’s voice faded into the background as you stared blankly at his thighs, imagining how the smooth skin would feel against your wet cunt. You bit your lip, mind wandering to the thought of Tom flexing his thigh while you grinded your hips against him. The ideas in your head caused you to unconsciously squeeze your thighs together. Trying to relieve yourself of the hot tension forming in your body. Though, the action doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who had a small smirk on his face after catching you in the corner of his eyes.

A few more minutes pass and he was already finishing up his interview with Jimmy. Though you didn’t notice since your attention was still fixated on his sculpted thighs. That and you were constantly adjusting yourself in your seat because of how embarrassingly wet your panties were getting. You attempted to distract yourself with your phone and scrolled mindlessly through Instagram. You weren’t even looking at the posts, just randomly double tapping and scrolling past them. Much to your dismay, your ways of distraction failed once again. Instead of focusing on your screen, your eyes zeroed in on Tom’s legs.

“You know darling, I could practically feel your eyes burning holes into my thighs.” He suddenly teased you. You felt the heat rush to your face as you hid behind your phone screen.

“I’m not looking at your thighs.” You pathetically lied, turning your phone off, and crossing your arms. His tired but rich chocolate colored eyes capture yours. There was a hint of playfulness mixed with lust in them. He wasn’t oblivious, he could feel the tension growing in the room.

Tom tilts his head to the side, “Then why were you consistently staring at my legs?” He crossed his legs making his thighs momentarily flex again.

“I was looking at your socks.”

“What about my socks?” He quirked a brow at you.

“They’re dirty.” You shrugged.

“Really? But my socks are down there, not up here.” He cheekily quipped, motioning to his lap. You whined and threw your head back against the couch, shoving a pillow to your face in the process.

“Busted.” Tom sang huskily before pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. He scanned your figure on the couch, eyes lingering on the way your legs were still clenched together.

“C’mere.” His voice was an octave lower, catching your attention. You pull the pillow off your face and see him gazing down at you from his seat, legs spread out in front of him. You toss your phone on the couch and walk towards him. His hands reach out for you midway, then settle to grasp on your hips.

“Mmm, baby, I can smell you.” His hands maneuver around your waist to squeeze your bum, emitting a light hum from you. You draped one of your arms around his shoulder while your hand cradled his jaw.

“Sorry, I can’t help it. Stupid thighs.” You mumble, the blush remaining on your cheeks.

“I want you to get off these stupid thighs. Use me, (y/n).” He encouraged, pulling you closer. You were about to agree but his attire reminded you that he had an interview in a few minutes.

“Wait—Tom, don’t you have another interview?” You asked him, shaking yourself out of your trance of arousal and pulling away from him. Tom whined, dragging you back towards his chest.

“In like 15 or 20 minutes, it’s enough time.” He reached behind you and slammed his laptop shut. He clumsily got out of his chair and led you to the loveseat behind him. He sat down and placed you in between his legs.

While he pulled your shorts and panties off you continued to question him, “Are you sure, Tommy?” He tapped your ankles, signaling for you to step out of your undergarments.

Tom stopped and looked up at you, “Yes, I’m sure. We have to be quick, but I just wanna feel you on me. We could continue when I’m done, promise.” He held your hands and pressed a kiss onto the back of them.

“Ok. But if you get in trouble, I swear—oh.” You were interrupted by Tom pressing a sloppy kiss above your mound. He placed your hands to rest on his shoulders and guided you to straddle his thigh. Once you were settled, he slipped two of his fingers between your legs to gather some of your wetness. He groaned at how soaked you were, leaving his fingers to slide through your folds a little bit longer. When he took them out, his fingers were covered in your glossy juices. He wiped some of your slick onto your lips before shoving his fingers into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking good, shit.” Tom growled, crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was passionately messy; tongues dancing around each other while your teeth clashed from time to time, along with the taste of you on both your lips. Tom was the first to pull away still biting down on your bottom lip, “Come on, wanna feel you ride my thigh.” He scooted back into the seat, guiding your hips to settle down on his thigh. Your knees ached from kneeling on the couch’s material, but the burn you felt in your core urged you to put up a fight.

The moment you came into contact with his thigh felt like euphoria. Your eyes rolled back and a moan dragged out of your body. The pleasurable sensation of finally relieving the burn in your core rushed through your body. Another tension was building up in you, desperation. Grinding your hips down on him repeatedly made you obsessed with how he felt under you, making you desperate to get more.

You had no problem rocking against him, your wetness made it easy enough for you to simply slide your hips up and down the expanse of his firm thighs. Tom moaned at how soaked his skin felt while your folds rubbed up against him. Feeling you on him made him flex his thigh under you, causing you to ground your hips even harder against him. His thigh was lathered in your wetness.

“Fuck, Tom.” You whimper out, harshly squeezing his shoulders for leverage.

“You feel so good on me. You look so good using me to get off, such a pretty girl.” He praised you. He momentarily sat back to admire the way you looked at the moment. Your hair was a bit messy and you were wearing one of his shirts, which was rudely blocking his view of you on him. His long fingers hook beneath the shirt and lift it up, giving him the perfect view of your cunt gliding on his thigh. His jaw clenched at the sight taking a mental picture.

Tom sat up on the couch, gathering your shirt to bunch up right above your breast. He dives into your chest, yanking down the cups of your bra to expose your boobs. He places wet and open mouthed kisses on them, giving them both the attention they needed. You were a moaning mess above him, enjoying the way his tongue swirled around your nipples. When a dark red mark appeared on your skin he trailed the kisses up to your neck until he reached the special spot below your ear. He started off with light kisses before sinking his teeth down on your soft skin. The bite only spurred you on, hips moving faster against him.

While his mouth worked on marking your neck, his leg that you were on moved to meet your hips. The motion made your clit graze against him, forming whines to bubble out your throat. You fucked yourself harder on his thigh, making sure your clit was also rubbing against him as you chased your release. Tom felt they way your legs quivered around him, signing that you were almost there.

Tom’s arm wraps around your waist, helping you hold yourself up against him. With his other hand he gently cradles your face. His lips brush against yours and your noses occasionally bump into each other. A lopsided grin is on his face as he stares at you. He catches the way the corner of your lips quirk up for a matter of seconds until your features scrunch up in concentration again.

“You’re doing such a good job, darling. I could feel you clenching on me, you’re close aren’t you?” He latches your lips together, swallowing your moans. Your fingers pulled tighter on the ends of his hair, making him groan.

“Can’t mess the hair up.” He managed to get out. You grunted and tugged on his hair before your hands returned to his shoulders. Tom pecked your lips once more before leaning back into the couch. Without any warning, his hand lightly swated your clit. You yelped in surprise at the sudden contact. Tom only chuckled, earning him a slap to the chest and a glare from you.

“Sorry, sorry, I know we’re short on time.” He apologized and connected his thumb to your clit. The rough pad made tight circles around your bud. With the friction of his thigh against you and his thumb on your clit you were seeing stars. You were so out of it, only feeling the euphoric pleasures coursing through your senses. The quicker and sharper his circles got, the closer you felt to your relief.

“Just like that Tom, fuck. Keep going I’m close.” Your back arched. Tom shoved his head in between your breasts again, littering sloppy kisses on your chest.

“C’mon, cum on me, baby.” He urged you, holding your body flush against him. His head was tilted up at you, staring at the way your mouth was hung open in pleasure. He loved watching your face when you came, it drove him mad.

Your stomach tightens along with your legs that straddled him. You let out a mix of a shaky gasp and moan, feeling the knot in your stomach come undone. Tom threw his head back against the couch while watching you release on his thigh, your cum gushing out against him.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, eyes glued to your release. You let out pants as aftershocks from your release wracked your body. Tom was quick to guide your body against him, not caring that his clothes might wrinkle. He placed your head in the crook of his neck and pressed kisses along your face. His large hands stroke your back, helping you come down from your high. Laying against him, all he felt was you; from your heart rapidly beating against his chest to the feeling of you trying to steady your breathing.

“You alright?” He whispered against your hair. You tiredly nodded, giving yourself a moment to calm down.

“Yeah—just need a minute and I’ll get off of you.” You reply, tenderly kissing his collarbone. Tom whines tightening his grip around you, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t either, but,” you reach over to tap the screen of his phone, “You’ve got eight minutes left till your next interview.”

You feel something firm poke against your leg, “How you ever wondered if you can cum in under eight minutes?” The sentence caught Tom off guard, making him raise a brow at you. You tilted your head south of his body, motioning to his dick.

Tom shifted his gaze between you and his hard on, “Wanna find out?”

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[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

@blushing-concubus I got these back to back and yes

Yuu’s Hoe arc

You gotta do what you gotta do to, yk, annoy the smart kids

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