#crop tops are fair game for both of them

[akaikali]

T4T GerryMichael send post

Just to clarify: I am talking about Michael Shelley, not Distortion Michael. Distortion Michael's gender is just "Hey what the fuck???"

[silverstonesainz]

a thing

─── the one where max drunkenly admits to something frat!max x reader 1.6k words prompt: putting the word "my" in front of their name when calling for them

d rambles. . . i used "my girl" instead of my + y/n bc i hate using y/n. hope thats fine!!

max’s fingers are splayed against your bare stomach, just under the hem of your crop top. he’s warm, smells of sweet musk and a mix of vodka. you stand with your back pressed against his chest, watching a match of beer pong unfold between daniel and alex. your eyes follow the white ping pong ball from side to side, watching it bounce into red solo cups. the game is neck and neck, three cups left for daniel, two for alex. 

touchy. max is touchy when he’s drunk. but it’s nothing new to you, nothing new to his brothers. its why no one bats an eye when he snakes his arm around your waist, or when he rests his chin on your shoulder. it doesn’t phase anyone anymore. it doesn’t mean anything, you both insist. 

it doesn’t. right?

“bets on who wins?” max says into your hear, voice loud as he competes the bass blaring through the speaker

“daniel.” you don’t miss a beat, “he always wins.” 

“fine then i bet on alex.” 

and at that second, the thai boy flicks his wrist a little too hard, the white ball bouncing off the plastic table and past danny. you giggle, turning your head to look at max— his face flushed and pink lips parted in disbelief. 

“twenty bucks?”

his closes his mouth, pulling back slightly so that he can look at you. his eyes darken, glint of excitement in them as he grins. “you’re on.” 

three perfect throws from daniel and one failed redemption shot from alex later, you’re twenty dollars richer. max glares, rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest. you grin, waving the bill in his face before stuffing into your back pocket. 

“fuck you alex.” max calls out as the two boys join you.

alex laughs, leaning against the wall next to him, “what did i do?”

“lost me twenty dollars is what you did.” max flicks his middle finger up at his fraternity brother, and it returned another round of laughter.

danny slings his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side with a wide grin on his face. “it’s what you get when you doubt me verstappen.” 

you see it, the way max’s eyes flicker from yours to daniel’s arm hanging off you. you see the way he clenches his jaw before he looks up at his brother, rolling his eyes. its less playful, more annoyed. but daniel is too oblivious, already talking to alex about a rematch.

“i’m… i’m gonna get a drink,” max mumbles, pushing himself off the wall. he stumbles past you, disappears in the mess of drunk people. 

neither of the boys in your presence seem to notice the shift in the atmosphere, the way max left so abruptly. you shift on your feet, straightening your posture. daniel’s arm slides off with ease, goes unnoticed by the man as he leans in to hear whatever it is alex has to say. 

“… so we play doubles then.” you hear daniel say. he turns to you, “play with me?”

you scrunch your nose, “i dunno, i’m not very good.” 

“nonsense. we’ll be fine. c’mon.” 

your eyes scan the room, trying to catch a glimpse of max between all the bodies in the room. but he’s lost, your don’t find him. so you concede to the offer, following daniel to one end of the table while alex pulls another brother to join him. 

and true to your word, you weren’t very good at the game. but to be fair, you were much better than alex. the boy scowls at you as you make another ball, cups swindling down from seven to six. daniel chuckles beside you, giving your back a pat. 

“atta girl.” 

you blush, shifting nervously on your feet as daniel takes his place at the head of the table, the small ball resting between his index, middle, and thumb. it take no effort for him as he flicks his wrist, the ball coming close to a cup but ultimately bouncing off the rim. the aussie clicks his tongue, drumming his fingers against the edge of his table. 

alex’s partner chases after the lost ball disappearing between bodies as he scurries for it. danny looks down at you, leans over so you could hear him. 

“so you and max?” 

you smile, roll your eyes, “me and max.” 

“that a thing yet?” 

your cheeks tint pink again, shrugging. “dunno, you’d have to ask him.” 

an age old storyline, one you hate to admit you have. but it’s true. you stand in a weird limbo with max. while it’s clear to his friends, to the people around you, the words had yet to be said. because if you were both being honest, there are no real boundaries. there are no rules, no limits. just an unspoken assumption that you were only sleeping with him, and him with you. that he was only taking you out for lunch, or that he only invites you to sleep over. but you’d never really know, there isn’t much backing to the theory that it really is just you.

alex throws the ball, sinks it in the cup by you and you move it to the side. his partner does the same, and you have to toss the balls back. 

danny hums, “funny, max says the same thing when i ask him.” 

you turn your head, but before you could ask him to explain further, the ball bounces off the table and down to your feet. the game carries on without much conversation about max, and in the end you and daniel end up winning. 

alex waves you both off, screams that he’s off to grab another drink. 

you feel a tap on your shoulder, turning to see an unfamiliar face. young, almost afraid as he says your name. it’s a question, like he’s asking you to confirm you’re you. you furrow your brows, nodding, and the boy sighs relieved. 

“been looking for ya. carlos is looking for you. upstairs.” 

you frown but nod, thanking the boy before pushing your way through the house. you squeeze past sweaty bodies, past people making out in the open and dodge cups being passed around. you move further and further, up the stairs and away from the mess of the party below. carlos is leaned against the wall, waves you over when he sees you. 

“max is asking for you.” 

you tilt your head, following his lead two doors down and into the only one thats open. max sits on his bed, red in the face with a dopey smile on his face. 

“there’s my girl!”

my girl. my. my. my. 

you smile awkwardly up at carlos, who just chuckles. “hes been saying that for the last ten minutes. where’s my girl? find my girl.” he mocks max’s voice. “my, my, my.”

you nod, cheeks hot and lips pressed together tightly. you exhale through your nose, looking at max who reaches out of you. “yeah… i got this.” 

“im across the hall if you need me.” 

carlos walks out the door, humming softly as he shuts the door. you make your way to max, whose hands are quick to attach themselves to you. he pulls you between his legs, head tilted up at you. “missed you.” 

“i was only downstairs.” you mumble, pushing strings of sweaty hair away from his face. his eyes falls shut, bottom lip pushed out in a pout

“with daniel.” “with our friends.” 

his eyes pop open, looks up at you with furrowed brows. “you like daniel more than me?” 

“why would you think that?” he shrugs, “maxy…”

“you’re my girl you know.” he mumbles, “he can’t have you.” 

you chuckle. “am i? am i your girl?” its a half playful, a way to gage his reaction. to see if he laughs along or means what he says.

he frowns, “you don’t think you are?” 

you shrug, pulling his hands from your figure so you can sit by him. you sigh, rubbing your face before looking back at max. his cheeks are so red, eyes so soft. 

“we shouldn’t have this conversation while you’re drunk.” you mutter, biting down on your bottom lip for a second.

“i’m not that drunk-“ “-max-“ “- and if i was, it doesn’t change how i feel.” 

“max.” he says your name in the same tone, and you raise a brow. 

he bursts into a fit of giggles, rubbing his face before pushing his fingers through his hair. “fine. tomorrow. okay? we’ll talk.” he falls onto his bed, turns his body and pulls the covers back so he can slip under them. but he doesn’t pull it back, instead looks up at you with wide blue eyes. “you coming?” 

“max.” he huffs your name back, and you scrunch your nose. “fine. i’m coming.” 

he grins, watches as you kick off your shoes before slipping under the covers with him. he holds you close, eyes falling shut immediately. you watch him, watch the small content smile slip from his face he lets sleep take him.

“max” you whisper. he hums a soft hm, squeaky and tired. “will we really talk about it in the morning?” 

he peaks out of one eye to look at you before shutting it again. “about you being my girl? yes.” 

okay, you squeak. you turn over to switch off the lamp before melting into him again. his breathing turns shallow, sleep surely near. 

you poke his chest and he whines. “so you think were a thing?” 

his laugh is tired, dry, “we’ll talk in the morning. now let me sleep. my head is spinning.” 

quiet. shallow breathing. the soft buzz of a forgotten party happening beneath you. 

and in the dark, you feel max kiss your forehead softly. 

“but yeah,” he whispers. “i think so. we’re definitely a thing.” 

come to the house party!!

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Read the temporarily free pages of the OM! manga and here's my conclusion:

• The way they handled the whole MC appearance/name thing was really good without having to resort to a beloved character, whom everyone has their own impression of, being replaced by some random new character they created

• Zephyr is an amazing temporary name for MC, specially because it was the wind that blew the papers leading to MC's selection. I also like how both this initial incident and the naming are connected to Lucifer alone and I like to think even after they find out MC's name he still occasionally calls them that. (HC that game Lucifer also comes around to calling MC 'Zephyr' because it's such a cool name/nickname)

• Manga Mammon is so much nicer to MC than game Mammon!??? Game Mammon & MC were at each other's throats (however briefly) at the beginning (which to be fair, I really loved) while Manga Mammon is already extremely protective of them, gets genuinely angry when they're in danger and already calls them "my human". Why's this MC even making a pact with him to get him to protect them when he's already doing that and has vowed to do that for the rest of the year???

• Mammon's first instinct is to protect people, even strangers, even if that means he has to sacrifice money to do that. It's when he stops to think about it later that he starts crying about the money. Which.....he's so good????

• Also unbothered King 👑 He treated a bank robber with a genuinely terrifying weapon as a minor inconvenience, told the robber to pay him if he wanted Mammon to cooperate (i love him???), and then just goes about his business

• also i want his gender. The nude aphrodite picture? the maid uniform? the postal delivery crop top? The business man with the slicked back hair? All bangers

• Also whoever's drawing this manga is simping hard for Mammon. There's four? five? bare ass shots within 2 issues for just....no reason? other than to see Mammon's ass?????

• this is just beautiful 'nuff said

[magicfootballstuff]

Dirty Little Secret - part 1 (leila ouahabi x reader)

Summary: A love story about secrets, flirty messages, football rivalries, and useless lesbians who don’t know how to communicate. And it all starts with one badly timed challenge in the Champions League.

Leila Ouahabi x Arsenal!reader

Part 1/?

———

It starts with a sliding tackle. 

Arsenal are already three goals down against reigning champions Barcelona when your legs are knocked out from under you. You skid across the grass in a tangle of limbs with your opponent as the referee’s shrill whistle cuts through the air. 

The culprit, Barcelona’s number fifteen Leila Ouahabi, is quick to her feet and already protesting in rapid Spanish. Fighting your case while you rub your sore ankle is the ever argumentative Katie, demanding a yellow card that the referee is happy to give. Ouahabi rolls her eyes, but must know she probably deserves it, because she walks back over to you and offers out a hand to help you back to your feet. 

“Sorry,” she says, glancing down at your ankle as you put pressure on it and wince. “You okay?”

You take a few steps. It’s sore, but you’ll be able to walk it off pretty quickly. You clap her on the back to thank her for the help, then say, “Yeah, all good.”

———

After a 4-1 defeat there’s a long list of things you’d rather be doing than shaking the hands of the team that beat you, but it’s professional courtesy so you congratulate each of them in turn with minimal eye contact, just trying to get through it as quickly as possible.

Until you get to Leila. Playing opposite each other, she’s been marking you and frustrating you all game, culminating in that tackle that resulted in a sore ankle for you and a yellow card for her.

“Good battle,” she says, smirking at you.

The only consolation is that you caused her a fair bit of trouble too, even if the scoreline doesn’t show that.

“Yeah, you too.”

Your hand is still caught in hers, frozen mid-handshake, but you’re too lost in her dark eyes to notice.

“Sorry again about the tackle.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you tell her. “No bad feelings.”

———

Later, when you’re back at the team hotel safely tucked up in bed as you wait for your roommate Katie to finish up in the adjoining bathroom, an Instagram notification lights up your phone.

leilaouahabi started following you.

You scramble to open the app and go straight to her profile. You don’t follow her yet either - to be honest you’ve never given her much thought until the match earlier this evening - and your thumb hovers over the screen but you decide not to follow her back tonight. You’ll do it tomorrow, maybe. You don’t want to seem too eager.

But then another notification pops up at the top of the screen.

leilaouahabi liked your post.

As you click the newest notification to see the picture in question, you realise two things - firstly that she’s liked something from two months ago, meaning that she’s had to scroll back through your profile to find it, and secondly that the photo is one of the rare ones you post that has nothing to do with football. 

You’re wearing a pair of straight-legged trousers and a sleeveless crop top that shows off both your arms and your abs, dressed up to go out for dinner with a few of the other Arsenal girls just before pre-season, if your memory is correct. You look hot and that’s why you posted the picture, in a rare moment of self-indulgence, seeking out the approval of others too. At the time you thought that the flame and heart emojis your closest friends and teammates left in the comments below the photo were enough gratification, but maybe it was Leila’s name in black and white in the list of likes that you needed all along.

You might be reading too much into this, but the fact that she’s liked one of the only non-football things you’ve posted in the last few months is like she’s trying to send you a particular message.

What the hell? What have you got to lose? You play in different countries, different leagues. If you’ve got the signals wrong then the worst case scenario is that you give the Spanish girls something to laugh about and the reverse fixture in London in December might be a bit awkward. You’re prepared to deal with those consequences.

You tap the button to follow Leila back and open up a private message, ready to shoot your shot into the dark.

You If you wanted me to fall for you there are better ways than a sliding tackle…

You exhale and set your phone aside, reaching for the pot of face cream on your nightstand, only for your phone to light up again almost instantly. Skincare routine forgotten, you open up Leila’s message.

Leila Like what? 

You can’t help but smile to yourself. While there’s nothing obviously flirtatious in her response, the fact that she replied at all, let alone replied immediately, is a positive sign.

You I’m sure you can figure that out

Leila When do you go home?

You curse the busy match schedule and the fact you have to return to England to prepare for another WSL game at the weekend, when nothing sounds more appealing right now than the chance for some downtime in Barcelona.

Especially if that downtime could be spent with an attractive girl.

You Tomorrow morning

Leila 😔

You2 months until we play each other again… plenty of time for you to figure out a way to sweep me off my feet properly

���Who are you texting?” Katie asks, as she emerges from your en-suite bathroom.

“My mum,” you lie effortlessly.

“Listen,” Katie says, as she peels back the covers and climbs into her bed on the opposite side of the room, “I love my mam, but even I’ve never looked at my phone like that while texting her. But it’s fine, if you don’t want to tell me about your secret girlfriend that’s fine.”

“Fine, I was on Tinder,” you tell Katie, now that you’ve had a moment to think of a better lie. “Just thought I’d see what the options are like here in Barcelona.”

“And what are they like?”

You scroll mindlessly through Leila’s Instagram profile, tapping the heart icon to like a post when you come to a photo of Leila in a bikini posted during the summer, not-so-subtly conveying your interest in her, then joke, “Good enough to consider a January transfer.”

“Oh fuck off!”

———

You don’t actually speak to Leila in the two months between the match in Barcelona and the reverse fixture in London. 

Your interactions on social media, nothing more than the occasional like on each other’s Instagram, are just enough to keep the intrigue up without turning it into a thing or alerting anybody else to the fact that a little spark has been ignited between the two of you. 

You’re weirdly excited about the prospect of another difficult game against Barcelona and you know that at least part of that is down to the fact you’ll see Leila again. You’re curious how it will play out - the game itself and having to go up against someone you’ve made it clear you’re attracted to, but also any interactions you might have with Leila outside of that too. It’s very easy to like a picture on social media from a whole other country, but you have no idea if it can be turned into something off the pitch. Logistically, at the very least, you’re going to run into the same problem as before, only this time it’ll be Leila who is limited in how much freedom she gets by her travel schedule.

Although the result ends up being disappointing - a 4-0 defeat - you actually enjoy the game, if only for the battle against Leila. Something about the fact you fancy her and know that the attraction is mutual makes you want to show off for her a little bit, to prove you’re worthy of her interest, and every duel, every tackle, feels like it’s part of some drawn out foreplay. You’re deliberately more physical with her than you normally are against defenders, avoiding a yellow card but only just, but each push or shunt is a little reminder to her that you’re here. 

“Good game,” you tell Leila after the match, bumping your fist against hers. 

“Is there somewhere we can go?” Leila asks you in a low voice, wasting absolutely no time in getting straight to the point. “Somewhere private. To talk.”

Leila’s dark eyes briefly drop to your mouth, then back up, and you don’t think she’s got conversation on her mind. 

You nod and say, “We can find somewhere.”

Jonas’s huddle only lasts two minutes at most but with your thoughts wandering, it feels like an eternity. After that, you deliberately stay out on the pitch longer than usual, signing things and taking photos with fans until most of your teammates have already gone inside, waiting so that there are as few people as possible to witness you trying to sneak away with Leila. When you do finally make your way towards the tunnel, you find Leila loitering near the entrance, kicking the mud off her boots as she waits for you.

You barely acknowledge her as you pass, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves, but let your hand brush against her arm to alert her to your presence as you enter the tunnel. You keep going, but instead of heading into the home dressing room, you push open a door to the right, turning your head to make eye contact with Leila who still stands in the tunnel, checking that she’s seen you, before you disappear down the hallway beyond. Thankfully there’s nobody around, but you move quickly, finding an empty equipment cupboard and waiting as Leila follows close behind, and you gesture for her to enter first before you step in after her and close the door.

“Hey,” you say breathily, finally feeling a little nervous now that you’ve got her alone. “You wanted to talk?”

“No,” Leila says, shaking her head. “No talking.”

She reaches for you, one hand on your waist as the other cupping your jaw, pulling you close as she dips her head to finally give you the kiss you’ve been dreaming about since the game in Barcelona.

———

“Where have you been?” Beth asks, as you return to the Arsenal changing room, slightly dazed from your encounter with Leila. You’d been hoping that nobody would notice your absence, but it seems like you were gone for just long enough to be suspicious.

“Catching up with a friend,” you answer as truthfully as possible, hoping that it’s not obvious to anybody who looks too closely that you’ve just been making out with someone.

You didn’t go all the way with Leila, breaking apart before things could escalate too far. You both agreed that the risk of getting caught was too great and you didn’t fancy having to explain to any of your teammates why you were helping a member of the team that just beat you 4-0 to celebrate that win with a quickie in a store cupboard, but it definitely got heated enough to leave you wanting more. 

The problem is that you can’t have more. Tonight you’ll get on the team bus back to your flat in St Albans, while Leila stays at the Barcelona team hotel in London, only to fly back to Spain in the morning. And who knows when you’ll get the chance to see each other again? At least after the first game you knew there would be a second. But unless Arsenal and Barcelona end up facing each other again later in the competition, you might not even be in the same country as Leila until the Euros next summer, when you’ll both have far more important things on your minds.

If there’s one way to send yourself crashing back to reality after the thrill of a clandestine kiss, it’s this realisation.

“What’s bummed you out?” Katie asks, sending your bad mood as she takes a seat in the cubby next to yours, wrapped in only a towel.

“Do you enjoy losing four-nil?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“No, fair point,” Katie concedes. “Thank fuck we don’t have to play them again though, right?”

You hum absently in agreement. Right now, your brain still clouded from the delirium of being kissed, you’d take another four-nil loss, just for another moment of privacy with Leila.

But that’s not going to happen. 

You’re sad right now but you’ll get over it. In a few days you’ll be able to look back at this with fondness, maybe even laugh to yourself about the desperation of almost hooking up with an opponent in the stadium after a game.

Not yet, but in time.

In hindsight, you’d come to realise how stupid you were for ever believing you could move past this night with your emotions intact.

[azzifudd]

-non conference schedule dropped today

- pazzi went from bueckers cabin week to the fudd’s. they were both in the gym (pics of azzi shooting 🥹), Inês joined them in MN and they all went to the lynx vs mystics game and we got a reunion pic of them and Dorka and Aaliyah! They were matching (P with the iconic blue crop top) and seem to have matching rings. P also has the same ring on the ring finger (people on tiktok aka 12 year olds started a they’re engaged rumor and made edits with AI vows) they’re not obviously but it’s cute.

-P to overtime on the weekend, Azzi and Inês pics dropped from them training and seems like P is back in MN and they will go to the fair, hasn’t happened yet. Also new tiktok with Azzi on Jose’s account.

Might have missed a few things, I know Kayla and Aubrey went live a few times and some stuff with Q but yeah! Hope you’re doing okay!!

thank you!! I’m doing better lately, just really busy and dealing with it haha

can’t wait for the season to start though! and happy to see the wnba season back I was able to watch a bit of the games last night

[gold-rhine]

hm.. kaeya, albedo, and childe for mirror sex, begging, and exhibitionism? tried to avoid the ones I've already seen asked with Albedo, since a couple of my first ideas were (if one of these is accidentally repetitive... your choice I guess??)

warnings nsfw

don't worry about making it repetitive, as long as there are other characters, the whole point of this game is mix and matching :)

actually i think each of them can be fun with each prompt, so instead of usual process of elimination, i'm just gonna go in order of hotness, and since i'm biased, it starts with the prettiest and the only character in genshin impact. fucking kaeya in front of a mirror would be insanely delicious. this is the shit devils are tempting saints with. tying him up wearing nothing but his choker, gorgeous and lithe in half-shadows and slanted moonlight, highlights in his hair turning silver where the light touches them. meeting his eyes in the mirror while fucking him and he smiles, a slow lop-sided smirk, filthy and pleased. making him fuck himself on your cock\strap, and he's shameless, in fact, he's posing, arching to look more seductive, but sometimes, when it suddenly gets too real, teeth scraping on the side of his exposed neck, cock hitting just the right spot, fingers digging into his thighs, when his composure wavers, he meets his own eyes in the mirror both to check that he let nothing show and to make sure he's being the same perfect fantasy. imma stop here bc i plan to sometime write an actual piece on kaeya's relationship with sex as the performance and watching himself in the mirror both to evaluate his own performance and make sure partner enjoys it, the struggle with being watched, but not seen.

albedo is breathless, overwhelmed, so used to feel in control that he doesn't know how to handle so much desire, so he reaches to you, almost as for help, despite you being the one who inflicted this on him. "please" as if "i don't know what do with myself, but i trust you to know", bright blue eyes wide open. "please what?", stroking the tender inner sides of his open thighs, and he swallows, but doesn't look away, doesn't blush, bites his lip with a concentrated little frown "Please fuck me. What do you want me to say that you don't already know? You know I want this badly enough to say anything, you've brought me to this on purpose. What would exact words matter?"

childe is so into exhibitionism, like have you met this whore. what the fuck is that half-open jacket on the naked torso. his shirt is like literally closed on only one button up top. that's ridiculous. tartag, wear some fucking undershirt. and this is not the same as geo men's straightforward sluttiness with crop tops or just being shirtless, no, childe wants to have some intrigue, to pretend it's a tease. except he doesn't have patience or self-control to be a tease, so he's like one step above the flashers. oh i'm srs business fatui, i'm wearing a srs bsns suit, it just happened to be dangling on a single clasp and showing off my abs wink wink. shut up, you whore, no one is buying that shit. if i met him in public and he introduced himself as "toy salesman", i'd think he's gonna try to sell me some vibrators by demonstrating them on himself right there. hold still girlie, im taking a dick pic. ok this somehow derailed into tartag slutshaming, but to be fair, if you made him undress somewhere where there's a chance he could be seen and then just kept telling him what a pathetic whore he is, he'd come untouched in ten minutes flat, which would be too soon bc i didn't even get to the fact that he's 11th harbringer and after signora and scara are out, there are only like 9 ppl left in harbringers AT ALL, what kind of LOSER do u have to be, so he'll have to keep standing on his knees, covered in cum, like a cringeslut failwhore he is

[damelucyjo]

W e ' r e b a c k , b a b y !

I think the page couldn't cope with that many links, basically. No matter what I did, it just wouldn't work! So now we've got separate pages!!

The original page is the same, but there are categories listed at the bottom. If you click on them, it'll take you to a different page for just that category. Hopefully this sorts the problem! If not, I do have it all saved in a Google Doc now that I can just link instead.

This update also comes with a handful of additions!

I've added a 'Hosting' category, which now includes;

The Earthshot Prize 2023

All 3 nights of Eurovision 2023

The Olivier Awards 2023

I've also added a Podcast category, which now includes;

Hustle Rule: The Untold Stories of Women’s Soccer (Hosted by Hannah)

Variety Awards Circuit - Hannah Waddingham, Juno Temple & Brett Goldstein

Goodbye Crop Top - Episode 4 Hannah Waddingham

Still Watching by Vanity Fair - Game of Thrones - “Mother’s Mercy” With Hannah Waddingham

The Wrap-Up - ‘Ted Lasso’ Star Hannah Waddingham

IndieWire’s Million of Screens - Talking ‘Ted Lasso’ with Hannah Waddingham & Juno Temple

Next Best Picture Podcast - Interview With ‘Ted Lasso’ Emmy-Nominee Hannah Waddingham

Interviews have now been split up into 'Interviews' and 'Talk Shows'. There are a few additions to both of these categories too. ALSO I won't bother with a whole new post tomorrow, but the new episode of Krapopolis will be added tomorrow morning.

Fingers crossed everything is working again!! If anything isn't, or you notice something is in the wrong place, then please let me know.

[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! welcome back to The Moon! No posting schedule, but all parts will be posted on Wednesdays at midnight EST. This chapter is… whew! Just enjoy!!

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sexual content, smut, minors DNI

Word count: 3.6k

PART 9:

Things were weird.

Not necessarily in a bad way, just strange.

It had been about two weeks since the camping trip and you and Sam had naturally escalated your relationship- if you could call it that. You two were together anytime that the both of you were free. In fact Margo had become incredibly suspicious that something was going on with a guy, but you denied. Sam stayed over at your place a few times, but you didn’t stay at his. You two had kissed, a lot, and he even stayed in the same bed as you. But that was all that had occurred. You were increasingly cautious for obvious reasons, but Sam never pushed you or made you feel uncomfortable. He was content to kiss you and hold you while you binged whatever shows or movies. It never felt awkward or forced, but it was still something that you couldn’t articulate.

You were expecting Sam at any moment now. He told you he would be right over as soon as their session ended. You had fixed yourself up, eager to see him. When you heard that knock on your door you felt a bit giddy inside.

“Hey pretty lady, can I come in?” Sam says, greeting you with a smile.

You smile back. “Of course you can.”

“So I was thinking.” Sam states, following you into your living room.

You snicker. “Uh-oh. That’s a dangerous thing.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I would like to take you on a proper date. I think it’s about time, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.”

“Great- go get ready?”

Your face twists up in mild shock. “Now?”

Sam chuckles. “Yes, now. I’ll sit here and wait as long as you need.”

“What’s the attire?” You ask.

“Something comfortable. I promise I’ll take you somewhere fancy in the morning, but tonight just wear something you’re comfortable in.”

**

You ended up going with light wash jeans with ripped knees, a white tank crop top, a pair of nude platform sandals, and a lot of gold jewelry. You put a few curls in your hair, added a fair amount of makeup, and spritzed yourself down in perfume. It had taken about 40 minutes, but Sam waited patiently the whole time.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You say, stepping out of your room.

Sam stood up and put his hands in his pockets. “You look beautiful, as always.”

You approached him with a smile. “Thank you.”

Sam tilts your chin up and gives you a sweet kiss. “Ready?”

“Let’s go Sammy.”

**

You couldn’t contain your elation when Sam pulled up outside of Dave & Busters.

“Sam! Oh my god. This already is going to be the best date I’ve ever been on.” You say with a laugh.

“I’m actually really glad you said that. I was a little nervous that maybe you might think it was cheesy or something.” Sam says.

You shake your head. “Not at all. It’s perfect.”

Then you two head inside and grab a table. You got a round of beers, mozzarella sticks, and two salads.

“These are the best mozzarella sticks I think I’ve ever had.” Sam says, breaking one apart to reveal the cheese pull.

You laughed. “I’m glad you enjoy them. They are good. But they’re definitely the frozen ones that they’ve stuck in a fryer.”

“The art of American food.” Sam says with a smirk.

“What a fine art it is. I hope you’re ready to get destroyed in skee ball by the way.” You say, stabbing your lettuce.

Sam’s face lights up at that. “Oh you’re on babe.”

That was the first time Sam had really used that word or any of it's kind with you. That made your stomach feel excited.

Once you two had finished up, you made your way to the game room. Sam got a card with a considerable amount of money on it. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? I don’t play around here Birdie.” He said with a smile. “Now take me to the skee ball games.”

**

“You fucker!” You yell with a laugh.

Sam smiles with pride. “I’ll take my crown now.”

You two had just finished an intense session of skee ball and Sam had won on a last lucky shot in the 1000 hole.

“You know what, I submit. Good game.” You say extending your hand out.

“Aw what a good sport. C’mere.” Sam says, pulling you into a hug. “Anything else you want me to beat your ass in?”

You break the hug. “Okay Mr. Cocky! Consider the good sport gone. This is war now.”

Sam belts out laughter at that. “No no. I wave the white flag. Let’s work together so we can get some tootsie rolls in the prize shop.”

You bat your eyelashes. “Oh wow Sammy. Tootsie rolls just for me?”

Sam smirks. “You bet baby. If you keep on batting your eyes like that I’ll buy you the whole damn company.”

You shake your head and laugh. “Come on, let’s find the games with the most tickets.”

**

You were giddy. You felt butterflies and you also had a few tequila sodas. You were leaving with a bag full of goodies and your hand in Sam’s hand. Truthfully this had been such a fun “first” date. It was pure fun and most importantly you got to be yourself. You got to laugh with Sam, joke with Sam, and look at Sam. Everyday you felt yourself growing closer and closer to him. But after today you felt your heart swell in a way you had never before.

“Let me get the door for you my lady.” Sam says, opening his car door for you.

“Why thank you good sir.” You say, climbing in.

Sam took the bag of prizes and put it in the backseat, then climbed in the driver’s side.

“Ready?” He asked as he cranked the car.

You smile at him blissfully. “Thank you for taking me. I had the best time.”

Sam grins ear to ear at that. “Thank you for coming with me.” He tucks a small piece of hair behind your ear. “Birdie, you’re so beautiful. I mean that in every way.”

You start to feel a bit bashful and bite your lip. “I think you are too Sammy.”

“Can I kiss you?” Sam asks, softly.

You nod.

Then his warm lips are on you. Your hand moves over to his chest while he grips your face and your hip. Fuck.

You felt a little bold so you parted your lips and slightly slipped your tongue in his mouth. You were greeted with his own and felt a squeeze on your hip. Things were getting very heated, but you realized you were still in a parking lot. You slowly pulled away.

“Take me home?”

Sam cleared his throat a little and nodded fastly.

The whole entire way back to your cottage Sam had a grip on your upper thigh. Periodically lightly squeezing and rubbing you. That was all the edging you could take. You knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as you both got inside and that lit fireworks inside of you. The anticipation sat like a lump in your throat.

When he finally pulled in it felt like it had been a million years. You both got out and Sam laced his fingers with yours. You fumbled with your keys and unlocked your door. Why did you feel nervous? It was Sam. Then it dawned on you. It was Sam. You never thought you would cross any threshold with him, but now you wanted to- badly.

As soon as you got inside you wrapped your arms around his neck and the kissing ensued. It was way more aggressive than the normal soft kisses. Sam’s hands were planted firmly on your hips, but when you lightly bit his lip he groaned a little and shifted his hands towards your ass. That ignited a fire in you and you wanted more. You shuffled towards your room and shut the door, then your lips were on his again. You kicked off your shoes and started to slip off his shirt. Once his shirt was off he looked down at you, trying to read you.

“Are you sure you want to-“ he starts.

You look up at him and bite your lip. “I want you to fuck me.”

Sam’s mouth falls agape slightly at that. He’s absolutely flabbergasted at either what you just said or how you just said it. You see him take a sharp inhale before he says. “Yes ma’am.”

Then his hands are all over you. Before you know it you were both stripped down to your undergarments. Sam’s lips traveled down to your neck as you laid down on your bed. You let out slightly moans when his teeth would graze your collarbone. Sam continued his descent. While his hands rubbed around your waist. He licked a hot stripe down your stomach which caused you to shudder. Then he spent at least five minutes teasing you. He rubbed your upper thighs, kissed them, quickly ran his thumb over your clothed center. You were squirming each time, but tried to keep your composure.

“You’re so beautiful.” Sam said in between kisses as he slid your panties down.

You arched your back slightly as your breath hitched.

Sam takes his fingers and lightly begins rubbing them over your clit while still kissing your thighs.

Soft moans slip past your lips and they frequent more often when Sam’s lips meet your center. His fingers dip into you while his mouth is focused on your sweet spot.

“Fuck.” You say softly before a deep inhale.

Sam hums at you which brings a different sensation. After a few minutes of bliss you feel yourself beginning to shake and Sam can too.

“Sam- I’m gonna- fuck.” You squeaked out.

“I know baby I’ve got you. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl.” Sam coos.

That was all you needed before that wave of pleasure washed over you. It was euphoric as you screwed your eyes shut and rode out your orgasm.

When you came back to your senses Sam was still right there. Kissing you through everything. He came up and lightly kissed your lips a few times. It was so tenderly sweet. Which is something that was unexpected at first. The passion. Sam is itching for release of his own, but he’s still going as slowly as he was before. You grab Sam’s bare back and lightly scratch at it, giving him the okay that he can fuck you now.

“Do I need a condom?” He asks, lightly.

You shake your head. “Birth control.”

He kisses you again then slips into you and groans out- as do you. He gets a nice rhythm going, but you want him to have more. He had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life and it was time to put in the same effort. In a swift motion you switched him off of you and climbed onto him. You sank down on him and used your hand to brace yourself on his chest.

“Goddamn.” Sam said with a moan.

One of his hands was guiding your back while the other slipped up around your stomach and breasts. He was mesmerized watching you lightly rock yourself on him. His eyes never left you, it was intense. But god it was so hot. You had never felt sexier than in this moment. You began to build momentum and your movements became faster. Sam was coming undone and his hips were bucking back into you. His hands were now both wrapped about your hips keeping you locked into place. Moans were coming out of your mouth and Sam’s.

“I’m not going to last much longer, baby. Fuck you feel so fucking good.” Sam said, an octave higher than normal.

That caused you to squeeze around him and moan. “Sammy- right there- don’t stop.”

Calling him that in this situation lit a fire that you could see. He was holding back the floodgates at this point, but he was determined to make you come again.

“Right there baby? How’s that feel?” He cooed.

You were there.

“Yes fuck Sammy. Sammy-“ You moaned as your body locked up. He was right behind you. His mouth fell open as moans fell out. You tightened around him and felt his release. He squeezed your hips tightly and your head fell back. Sweat, expletives, and sex filled the air.

When you gained consciousness again, you slipped down onto him. You hadn’t realized it, but his legs were shaking. Sam pulled you into his side and stroked your hair while you both tried to breathe regularly again.

“Shower?” You finally said looking up at Sam.

He smiled warmly at you and kissed your head before nodding.

Then he fucked you again in the shower.

**

You awoke the next morning barely clothed, wrapped in Sam’s arms. You were so giddy reminiscing on the night before, you felt like you could vomit rainbows. Sam was still sleeping, so you quietly slipped out of bed. You went to your bathroom and took in your appearance. You had purplish love bites over your collarbones and a few on your breasts. You traced them and it felt electric. You couldn’t help but smile. You were smitten. You freshened up and slapped on some light makeup and touched up your hair. Then made way to your kitchen to make you and Sam coffee. Shortly after you felt arms wrap around from behind you and a kiss placed on your neck. You melted into his touch.

“Good morning.” He purred into your ear.

“Good morning Sammy.” You responded cheerfully.

You turned around and planted a kiss on his lips, he tasted like mint toothpaste. He had freshened up for you too.

“Can I take you to breakfast?” He asked.

“Hmm I was just making us coffee. But I suppose that would be alright.”

Sam smirked at you. “Finish making your coffee love. I’ll wait.”

He looked so damn good in the mornings. It gave you an idea that waking up like this everyday wouldn’t be so bad.

**

Sam led you down the streets of Nashville with your fingers intertwined with his. He made good on his promise and brought you somewhere fancy. It was a cute brunch spot. You wore a blue and white floral dress with puffy sleeves and white heels. Sam told you how pretty you looked at least a dozen times. You two sat outside and soaked up sunshine while smiling at one another.

“Can I be candid with you Birdie?” Sam asks.

You nod your head. “Of course.”

He smacks his lips together. “I really like you. I mean really like you. I would like to explore this further, if that’s okay with you.”

You smile at him. “I like you too. What does exploring further look like to you?”

He pauses for a moment. “I want to date you, exclusively you.”

“Okay, yes exclusively.” You say back softly with a smile.

He grins ear to ear and then the waiter comes up and takes your orders. You felt content just staring at Sam all day. Being near him felt like being near sunshine- he made you warm and happy. When you were with him it was impossible to think of anyone else. Truthfully he had snuck up on you. But you were so glad that he did.

After brunch Sam took you to an early movie before dropping you off back at your apartment. He had a recording session this afternoon and you wanted to clean your apartment. Before you parted ways he walked you up to your doorstep and kissed you, then made plans to see you later.

You walked inside and smiled, standing with your back planted at your door.

“Um, what the actual fuck?”

You jumped out of your skin when you saw Margo sitting slack jawed on your couch.

“Oh fuck! Margo! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!” You exclaimed.

She jumped up. “I broke in with my spare key because I wanted to surprise you with smoothies, but then you weren’t here. I started to leave but then I heard voices outside and then I saw it with my own eyes. Sam? Sam?”

You bite down on your cheek. You hadn’t told anyone about you and Sam yet. “Yeah, well it’s new.”

“Sam? I swear to God I thought it was going to be you and Jake. I knew you were sneaking around with someone and I thought it was Jake. But Sam? What?”

You flinch at his name. He hadn’t been in your mind in a while. “I know it might seem strange. But Sam and I have been spending a lot of time together this summer. I really like him Margo.”

She looks at you for a minute. “I can see that and I’m happy for you. But why didn’t you tell me?”

You huff. “Honestly, it snuck up on me. I didn’t anticipate it- it just happened.”

Margo laughed. “Well good for you. Based on how you’re acting, he fucked your brains out didn’t he?”

You gasp and laugh at the same time. “Shut up.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Okay enough! Can we have our smoothies and you catch me up on you while I clean?” You ask.

“Smooth at changing the subject. But yes I’ll accept because I'm a narcissist.” She jokes.

That was one person down who knows about you and Sam, only the whole world to go.

**

“Coming!” You yelled, throwing down your oven mitts. You fluffed your hair before approaching the door.

It had been a few days since your “exclusively” conversation and you two had been inseparable. He had stayed with you almost every night and he would leave in the mornings so you could work. Then usually return around dinner time.

Currently, you were cooking dinner for you and Sam. Tofu vegetable stir-fry. You had insisted on this because Sam has given you grief about the taste of tofu. You were excited to prove him wrong, but more excited just to see him. You beamed a smile when you opened the door, but it wasn’t Sam.

“Hey stranger.” Danny said, stepping inside.

You made a face, but fixed it fast. “Hi Danny, come on in.” You say sarcastically.

He chuckled. “Thank you. You don’t look too excited to see me, cousin.”

You shake your head. “It’s always a pleasure to be in your company. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Oh come on. How many times have I just showed up unannounced?”

You shrug. “Fair.”

“I came with a purpose today however. I wanted to come by and invite you to the Fourth of July party this Saturday. It’s at our house collectively, but it’s really Josh and I throwing it. When I say Josh, I mean he’s in control of the fireworks and alcohol.”

You scoff a laugh. “Fireworks and alcohol. Fantastic, I'll be there.”

Danny walks past your kitchen and stops. “Smells good. You’re cooking?”

You hum in response.

“Birdie, are you expecting someone?” He asks, suspiciously.

You felt tongue tied and began to feel a little frantic. Sam would be here at any moment.

“Yeah- I uh-“ You started.

Danny lets out a loud laugh. “Hey I’m just fucking with you. I know Sam is probably on his way.”

You furrow your brows and cross your arms. “He told you?”

Danny shakes his head. “No, but it wasn’t hard to put together. Sam has been very absent lately, so have you. I knew you two had become close, but when I saw the way you guys interacted on the camping trip I got suspicious.” He laughs a little. “Then you’ve got Sam showing up to sessions giddy as hell, leaving sessions and not coming home, and I’m the only one who notices.”

You decided to stay quiet and plead the fifth.

“Y’know it’s funny.” Danny states smirking at himself.

“What?” You question.

“Well growing up Sam always had the biggest crush on you. I mean the biggest crush on you. But he never said anything because we always thought you would end up with Jake. It’s just funny how things turn out.”

That made your heart flutter. Sam had been crushing on you your whole childhood, but you never noticed.

Your attention diverts to your door when you hear a knock. Shit, he’s here.

You open the door and there he stands as pretty as ever, but with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He leans in to kiss you as you melt into him. But as soon as that moment flees, you’re hyper aware that Danny is there.

“Hi babe. It smells fantastic in here. These are for you.” He says with a cheery smile extending the flowers to you as he walks inside.

“Um- Sam.” You say, but then he walks in more and freezes when he sees Danny.

Danny is standing there with the biggest smirk on his face. “Nice flowers Sam!”

Sam turns to look at you and you just shrug awkwardly.

“Well, shit. This isn’t how I wanted you guys to find out.” Sam says, breaking the silence.

Danny laughs. “No no. It’s just me. Listen, can we just skip all of the weirdness? I miss hanging out with you guys. I guess I’ll just have to third wheel it now.”

“Sounds good to me. Come make your plate.” You say heading to your kitchen to put your flowers in a vase.

Danny and Sam say a few words to each other and laugh, but you can’t hear it. Then they’re in the kitchen with you.

“Oh god. Fucking tofu Birdie?” Danny exclaims.

Sam chuckles. “Right?”

That now made two people that knew about you and Sam.

**

• thank you for reading :)

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🐺♥️Dom Chan Fic Pt 1♥️🐺

18+/MINORS DNI

Part 2

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (fem), a little bit of Han x Reader and Changbin x Reader sprinkled in

TWs: Angry/moody Chan, little bit of exhibitionism

Rating: Not explicit at all tbh, that will come in pt 2

Notes: Hahahaha so I ended up slow burning it sorry guys!! Even though this isn’t explicit I hope you appreciate the vibes just as much as I do, I promise I will get to fulfilling your fantasies in the next part 💕

“Can I still come over?”

You waited patiently for a response to your text. Chan was in a mood, and his short responses were leaving you feeling a little on edge. He was just leaving work and it was only 7pm, so you assumed a meeting or something hadn’t gone well. He was always guarded and in his own head when he had a bad day.

“Sure but I need some space to work on my laptop for awhile. The guys are here if you feel like hanging out with them?” Your boyfriend finally responded.

Ugh. What did that response mean? Did he actually want to see you? Were you being too much?

You thought about it for a few minutes, but ultimately decided to head over to the dorm. It had been a couple days since you got to spend time with Chan and you really missed him. You were also incredibly horny and had been thinking about him touching you all day. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to have a bad day TODAY?

“Okay, I’ll be there soon! Maybe I can figure out a way to cheer you up when you’re done working…” you replied, hoping to encourage a little dirty talk from him.

To your disappointment, you got no response.

It was time to call out some drastic measures. You NEEDED him tonight.

Maybe… if you dressed up you could entice him to pay you some well-earned attention. You normally dressed pretty casually around him in t-shirts and sweats, so if you wore something a little more sexy he would definitely notice, to say the least.

You dug through your lingerie drawer and ultimately decided on a tiny silk pj set. The shorts were short, as in showed-half-your-ass short. The matching cropped tank top left little to the imagination as well. You looked in the mirror and actually started laughing… you could not go outside in this. So you threw on an oversized hoodie and sweatpants on top to at least get through public transit.

“Hi baby!” you found your boyfriend sitting at the kitchen table in his dorm, staring at his laptop and typing away.

The pet name made him look up and smile at you. There it was, that was your Channie. He was still in there, happy to see you. He stood up and embraced you in a big hug. You loved being here, wrapped in his warm arms and chest.

He lifted your chin up and gave you a short but sweet kiss. When you pulled away though his smile had already faded. His brow was furrowed and he was a thousand miles away in his head.

“What happened today? Is everything okay?” you meekly inquired.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Go chill with the guys, yeah?” and with that he turned around and headed back toward his makeshift work station at the kitchen table.

It hurt a bit. It’s like you had him… for one second. Then he was gone as quickly as he came.

But it was time for you to get to work too then. Changbin and Han were in the living room playing video games on the big screen. The thought popped into your head that if he really wanted to pass you off to them for the night, you might as well make a spectacle of it. Chan was possessive and jealous at heart, though he tried not to show it. And you were getting more desperate for him.

So with that you walked into the living room and peeled off your hoodie to show off your silky revealing top. Both Binnie and Han were sitting on the couch next to each other, and you squished yourself in between them, practically sitting on their laps.

“Ahhh! Noona! Hi!” Hannie started laughing and scooting over to give you space while trying to concentrate on the game at the same time. Changbin however didn’t move and let you be the one to give him space. Interesting… you thought to yourself.

“Channie hyung in a mood tonight?” Han asked. He was always so observant. You two were good friends and you often confided in him about your relationship.

“Yeah…” you responded quietly.

“He’ll come around soon. Just gotta wait it out. You know how he is.”

No. You did not want to wait it out. You WOULD NOT wait it out. You needed his hands all over you at some point before the night was over.

You could still see him working in the kitchen from where you sat on the couch. He was scowling and focused on his laptop. But he looked fucking hot. You could tell he had been styled for something earlier in the day because he still had remnants of makeup and hair product on him. But he had slipped into a basic black tee and gym shorts when he got home. From the way he was sitting you could see a little peek of boxers and the skin of his waistline above his shorts. Fuck…

Han finished his game and passed the controller to Changbin.

“Hey Hannie…” you smirked and stared right at him. “Since Chan is unavailable I think you’re going to have to be my replacement boyfriend for tonight.” You made sure to say it loudly enough that Chan could hear it. Yeah, that should get his attention.

Han’s eyes got wide and he started to blush and laugh a little. “What do you mean??” he asked.

You immediately threw your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his neck and chest. “I mean you have to cuddle me!!!” you shouted playfully. When you pulled away you could tell Han was super flustered. You thought he may have been staring at your exposed cleavage a little too. You never dressed like this around them.

Quietly he said, “Hyung will kill me…” and laughed uncomfortably.

You looked across the dorm to find Chan. He was shooting daggers at you with his eyes and clenching his jaw. Oh shit… this was working. You met his stare for a brief second and understood his silent statement of “watch yourself” before he went back to typing.

You fidgeted nervously on the couch wondering if you really wanted to keep pushing it. Eventually your horny brain logic won out though. Han looked just as scared as you honestly, so you decided to give him a break and turned to face Changbin instead.

“What about you Binnie? Will you be my boyfriend for the night?” You snuggled up close to him and threw your leg over his lap and your hand across his chest.

He threw the controller down without even pausing the game and smirked at you before rolling his eyes and laughing. He clenched both fists for a moment trying not to touch you. You briefly met his gaze and genuinely thought he might go in for a kiss, but instead he got up and thew his hands up.

“Nope, nope, definitely not…” he said, just as flustered as Han had been a moment ago.

Before you had time to complain, you heard Chan’s very loud and very exasperated sigh coming from the kitchen. You whipped your head around to find him. Surprisingly he was still typing away, just a little more loudly and angrily. He leaned back and ran his hands through his hair for a second and stared at you once more with fire in his eyes.

You froze and gulped. But he sighed again and went back to work… again.

UGH, you wanted to scream at him. Flirting with the guys was making you wet, and by now you were struggling to think of anything else except Chan having his way with you. Did he know this? Was he making you wait on purpose?

Time to pull out the big guns. You stood up and, somewhat sensually, pulled your sweatpants off to reveal your far-too-short shorts and exposed ass. You grabbed the game controller and layed down on the floor on your stomach, kicking your legs up behind you like this was incredibly casual.

You started up a game and heard nothing but silence from Changbin and Han behind you. Your heart raced a little and you were grateful to be facing away from them so they wouldn’t see your blush. You couldn’t see them, but you could feel that they were just sitting there frozen with their jaws on the ground and eyes all over your body.

The moment was suddenly interrupted with a loud smack of Chan’s laptop closing.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. You went too far. You would not live this down. Was he actually mad??

You swallowed dry and tried to stay concentrated on the video game. But you heard his footsteps coming toward you. Han and Changbin were still silent but could be heard fidgeting on the couch a little. They didn’t like to see him upset either, and as their leader they wanted to respect him. They were worried they messed up too.

Chan finally made it to you and squatted down to meet you at floor level. He calmly took the controller out of your hands and paused the game. You looked at him and he let the silence linger for an uncomfortable amount of time. His expression was serious and pissed off, but still guarded. What was he thinking…?

“Bedroom. Now.” He tilted his head ever so slightly toward the bedroom.

Your heart skipped a beat and a strong tingle ran down your body from your chest to your core.

He stood up and you did the same, now feeling incredibly ashamed having to face Han and Changbin and feeling scolded by your boyfriend in front of them. Chan picked up your sweats and handed them to you in a crumpled ball.

“Go on. I’ll be there soon.”

You sheepishly took your clothes from him and walked to the bedroom, feeling all 3 pairs of eyes on you as you walked away.

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for the summer asks, 🔥,👗, and 🍨?💚💜

🔥 - what do you guys do to beat the heat?

Eden is gremlin who loves the heat, anything below major heat wave and they're freezing so Eden is actually just vibing with chips & juice so they avoid heatstroke from being outside all day.

Jacob is more susceptible to heat since he wears dark colors all day everyday, but he loves cold water on hot day so goes showering or swimming if he feels bad. Eden is trying their best to get him to eat properly & have sugar and salt on hot days so he doesn't pass out.

It takes a while but eventually Jacob remembers and is the one to jokingly push Eden to take care of themselves.

👗 - how do you dress for the hot weather?

Eden dresses either shorts + crop top combo or dress. Jacob loves jeans & shirt, unless it's really hot, then he wears shorts & crop top but he still opts for dark colors while Eden favors lighter colors like pastels & white.

Jacob in jean shorts tho..

Easily the best outfit, iconic never seen before, you know what he's all about right here

Of course he keeps his cap but Eden gets worried he's gonna get sun & heat stroke all in one so he has to swear to drink something else than beer & water. Eden too keeps a cap but it's bright bright pink with barbie logo.

Expect some basics & muted color palette, Jacob is literally walking sports logo billboard. Eden drags Jacob to thrifting as a date even when it's hot outside, so he at least gets more items that don't have logo.

He insists to keep small accessories for aesthetic even during heat wave, I HC Jacob can't stand having his wrists bare so he has wristwatches, stolen scrunchies, bracelets.. Anything really.

You wouldn't caught Jacob dead wearing anything but sneakers during summer, same for Eden. They actually wear quite similar clothing styles, just colors & what shirts depict change.

Jacob would have love-hate with one particular summer shirt Eden owns, it's on line with their normal attire, but it has Ghostface on with cheesiest saying & it's bright pink. Jacob hates horror, so any mention of it gets his skin crawling. He loves the shirt due to how big it is & makes Eden look so so cute but he hates it due to horror reference.

🍨 - what kind of summer dates do you guys go on? do you have a favorite?

Omg summer dates post-Hackett's Quarry. Cliche kind, the best.

Beach dates, Eden & Jacob love swimming. Jacob has difficulty diving in when it's deep water, due to seeing the corpse in the lake in Hackett's Quarry, but Eden is okay with shallow water. As long as he doesn't dive he's fine so they both love swim dates. It often leads them to just talking on the sand or Eden reading book while Jacob vibes to music. Peaceful & nice.

Ice cream dates, Jacob loves to take Eden on little stroll to get ice cream, he tries everything that is even mildly new or combo or weird mix. Eden jokes how he won't get kisses if he eats the ice creams he takes but Jacob just kisses their cheek and smiles. Eden is more traditional in flavors, chocolate & caramel ice creams are biggest treats, but vanilla goes too. They're the sweet couple you see holding hands, eating ice cream & giggling outside.

Summer is time thrifting, at least Eden thinks so. Jacob isn't completely on board, but seeing his sugarplum smile is enough. Jacob doesn't have patience to hunt for treasures but he's the driver & emotional support.

Jacob introduced Eden to rollerskating, so rollerskate dates are a thing with them. Eden is wobbly and often tends to fall but Jacob is there catch them. The long gaze after literally falling into their embrace ugh.

Of course being sports fan and athlete Jacob loves sport event dates. He makes sure they're seated in far back so Eden has quick escape from all hustle and bustle. The only sport he doesn't like are racing cars & ice hockey, so all other events are fair game.

Music festival dates! In public with their friends, Jacob doesn't share his music taste with Eden, who likes more pop but away from them on festival, he gets on mood too by listening pop music. He's secret lover of pop. Publicly I think Jacob listens to hip hop and lo-fi.

But as best dates go, both prefer just to hang out together, maybe have music on background and just be, together. Laying on bed, smiling stupidly & thinking how lucky they each got.

@princess-hope-selfships

[armchairfootballer]

England’s Harry Kane Problem

Shortly after picking up his silver medal, Harry Kane walked past the UEFO Euro trophy, draped in red and yellow for victors Spain. Despite his record as one of the greatest strikers in the modern game, Kane emerged from yet another major tournament without a trophy — a well documented curse that his plagued him at both the country and club levels.

Some find it funny; others sad. Regardless, in our minds we know that a curse can't really exist (can it?), which makes the reality even more extraordinary. Is it fair for the football gods to bless someone with so much talent and individual success, but forever bar them from glory?

Of course, Kane isn't unique in this regard. Despite being named one of the greatest players of the 21st century, Socrates' closest reach to a major trophy was as runner up in the 1983 Copa América for Brazil. Likewise, two-time Capocannoniere winner Antonio DiNatale could muster only a 2nd-place finish with Italy at the 2012 Euros. But Kane's litany of achievements far surpasses the efforts of both.

The injustice might be more forgivable or understandable if Kane's ego had consistently got in the way of his team's success. It's not a stretch to think that a superstar's self-assuredness could hinder the team dynamic and cost them victory, particularly if it kept happening wherever he went.

But that's not the case with Kane. He's a team player and surely makes England better... or does he?

Lessons from Euro 2024

Kane shared the Euro 2024 Golden Boot with 5 others as the tournament's top scorer. Still, I doubt many would say he had a great tournament, by his standards, anyway. Like much of the England team, most of his play was dull and lacked creativity. He scored from 6 feet out against Denmark — the kinds of goals you pay strikers like Harry Kane to score regularly. His extra time winner against Slovakia was of the same ilk — a header from 3 feet out after an England corner. He'd add another from the penalty spot against the Dutch.

You could validly attribute Kane's relative lack of goals to the irregularity of delivery from his teammates. But there was something else worth noting about England's performances during the Euros...

England played better when Kane wasn't on the pitch.

In five of England's seven matches, manager Gareth Southgate withdrew Kane before the end of proceedings. Kane, who turns 31 this month, is used to playing a full 90 for club and country. But obviously, Southgate new that there were other tactics available to him. And he was right to explore them.

Cole Palmer and Ollie Watkins added some much needed creativity to the pitch when subbed on. Others substitutes like Ivan Tony and Eberechi Eze added speed and urgency. England looked their best when their next generation of talent was taking the reins. Why?

Well, when you have a prolific striker like Kane, in a sense, you build a team and a strategy around them. This is easier to do in a club setting where you have more control over your membership, as opposed to international football, where your available talent pool is significantly more restrained (even for a team like England).

With this style of play, your success depends on the fitness and form of your star player. Even with characters like Bellingham and Saka, England's style with Kane on the field isn't designed to bring out the best in them — part of the reason they contribute much more to their club teams. But something new comes alive when England adapts to Kane's absence.

How does Southgate move forward?

And herein lies Gareth Southgate's dilemma moving forward. How do you reconcile these strategies? How do you utilize your star striker and yet develop this new crop of talented players who are aching to contribute if given the chance?

We've seen this unfold in some respects with Portugal and Cristiano Ronaldo — and not for the better. The last two national managers for Os Navegadores have bent the knee to Ronaldo. Make no mistake, I don't envy their situation. How do you ensure that you utilize one of the greatest players of all time who clearly still has gas in the tank and can change a game in an instant, while adapting your game for the other excellent players who may be better suited for the moment, but you'll never know.

Southgate's challenge is not entirely like Roberto Martinez's problem in Portugal, in that Kane is by no means past his prime. He still has a few years at which he will be at the top of his game. So, do you bench one of the world's most prolific strikers to facilitate a new approach?

Surely, the answer must lie somewhere in the middle. But that is for greater minds that mine to figure out. England can only hope that Southgate is up to task. Harry Kane will need to hope for the same if he wants to finally put his hands on some silverware.

[scarlet-ancunin]

this request is just full blown self indulgent I saw a picture on pinterest and was like what if I come with a maybe I want all three request with it and so here we are.

Context: the big three (I'm calling them that as well it's easier) coming home and seeing their male s/o in typical guy fashion just laying on the couch playing videogames shirtless and in sweatpants.

Sparrow anon

(PS) thank you for writing for us guys we barely get any fan fiction for us. I've literally have gotten made fun of for reading fan fiction before so your blog and writing is very welcomed and appreciated, Much love Scarlet you're an angel.

Okay mixing this with another request.

@the-masked-scorpio Req: I was listening to Spanish music and I couldn't help but think of the big three, my dear friend could you possibly indulge me in a maybe I want all three request? The big three come home and see the reader in typical Hispanic fashion cleaning the place listening to Spanish music very loudly

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

S/o On Their Free Time

Desire of the Endless

Desire looked forward to visiting you because they will find you doing adorable things and they would watch you for a moment before you could notice.

Today was another free day for you so you decided you wanted to clean the house a bit. However, in order to do that you would need to listen to some kind of music to get in your groove.

So you connected your phone to Bluetooth and turned up the stero.

You cleaned around the house listening to nice spainsh music and boy was you moving your body to go with it.

Desire just so happen to pop in at that moment and grins watching you

They went closer to you and placed their hands on your hip.

The only reason you didn't went on attack mode was because you knew you locked the doors and only Desire literally can get in.

So you both sway to the beat of the music before desire pushed you off gently before spinning you back into their chest humming softly.

You giggle as you both danced the night away.

Another moment desire loved was walking in on you shirtless and wearing a simple baggy sweats playing games it was cute to see you pouting when you lost or doing evil giggles while you won.

They would watch for a few more minutes before laying beside you to which you kissed them

"Care to bask in my winning glow love" Desire chuckles "yes as the matter of fact i do~"

You giggle and started to play games once more enjoying the fact that Desire was watching you and soon enough you would feel them shift and lay half their upper body on you.

"Comfortable love?" You asked while playing your favorite game smiling when they kissed your shoulder them the top of your head.

"Of course i am"

Dr. Ian Wright

Ian Can come home and sometimes they can catch you doing two things both of which they found adorable.

The first is you playing video games. They would come home from work to find you laying on your bed or on the large sofa shirtless in baggy sweats and playing your favorite video game.

They would watch for a moment before walking up from behind and covering your eyes to which you fell off a cliff they laughed while you pouted saying hey.

"No fair love how do you always come home when im close to beating your score." You said glaring playfully.

"Because love i don't want you passing me and besides you know i enjoy watching you" they said while shedding their clothes and changing into a simple crop top tank top and short shorts you glare at them more.

"Oh now your trying to distract me" you said while trying hard not to stare. Ian laughed "oh certainly not but if you want to stare you can" they wink and you blush lightly. "Want to play best of three?" Ian nods and grabs the remote but not before moving to sit in between your legs resting their back on your chest. Or sometimes vice versa.

Amother time they enjoy is coming home to you cleaning the house since you would be shaking your booty and hips to the rhythm of the spanish music playing or even some random tune you love.

Ian would watch before they noticed you grin and wave at them still dusting and dancing. Ian came close to kiss you softly then suddenly dips you to kiss you again pulling you up and smirking.

"mi amor hace una hermosa bailarina" you blush amd responded "so do you dear" dancing along with them until you both was spent on the couch in a clean home and calm music playing in the background.

Gren - Cowboy Bebop

Gren was walking towards their door when they heard loud Spanish music playing and they smiled knowing what was going on.

They entered your little apartment watching and hearing you sing in spanish was dusting the house. They would chuckle walking over to you and twirling you around to face them.

You smile brightly at them giving a slightly out of breath "hi baby" to which they reply with a gentle kiss and placed their hands on your hips moving to the beat of the music with you singing along with you softly. Something you loved.

Soon you both would clean together laughing and enjoying each others company.

Another day was was Gren had a day off and decided to go get some snacks for you and themself to have when they picked out a show to watch.

Of course coming back Gren would spot you shirtless with baggy sweat pants and playing games. Your favorite one.

Gren sat beside them and giggles "looks like i could watch you instead love you seem to make a fool of yourself in this."

You pout cutely "hey i think i play better then you Gren" they simply shrug "i doubt that"

You hand them the control to which after learning the buttons they gave it a go. You was shocked by how good they was and pouted cutely once more "h-how"

"Well Spike and his friends has this game that has these same kind of demographics so its easy to pick up on what to do. Naturally im good at watching."

You tackled them which made them lose. They laughed while trying to get away.

All you heard from a distance was the sound of your and Gren's laughter.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff , @sherazyjade , @adryanscott , @sugakookieswithacupoftae16 , @happilydangerousworld , @harlekin6 , @supermegapauselouca

[dreamersparacosm]

I’m in NEED of some rooster blurbs, imagine you two being all sweaty because your air conditioner stopped working in your apartment and you’re both hot and bothered so you take off clothes to get comfy and he’s turned on

it’s getting hot in here - rooster (top gun)

note ; i have been RABID for rooster since i saw this movie. i am so happy y’all share the love because the way i am imagining rooster being a little brat because it’s so damn hot and he doesn’t know how else to cool off.

warnings ; cursing, suggestive language

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“this is fucking ridiculous,” he wiped another droplet of sweat from his forehead. he was standing up again after being sat down on the leather couch for about .2 seconds. how was he supposed to be comfortable when the air conditioner wasn’t working in 100 degree weather? it was preposterous, if you asked him. to save on rent, you and rooster had moved into a loft that had more problems than it was worth. to make matters worse, california was enduring a massive heat wave.

“baby, relax. complaining about it isn’t gonna make it any better,” you fanned yourself off with a nearby magazine you were reading before. you were too sweaty to focus on anything else but unsticking your thighs every three seconds. rooster wasn’t always in a bad mood, but when he was, he really was.

“you know, you would think our landlord would hop in his car because at least it has fucking air conditioning,” he was referring to your landlord’s attitude towards coming to your apartment to fix your issue. however, he seemed reluctant over the phone to budge.

“he’s probably sitting on his couch eating a fucking popsicle,” you agreed as you put your wet strands of hair up in a messy bun. “the only good thing is at least i’m shedding calories here. i feel like i’m in a damn sauna.”

“that’s it. i’ve had it up to here,” and with that, rooster took off his tank top, his abdominal muscles glistening with sweat. you had to look away, because you were just going to make yourself more hot if you stared at him. the last thing you needed was another part of you being wet.

he collapsed down next to you on the couch, sprawled out in refusal of letting any of his body parts touch. you were still trying to maintain minimal eye contact. wrong time to be horny, and you knew it. he knew this was going to be a problem for you, especially because your favorite pastime was commenting on his physique. the first time you noticed him at the hard deck, you thought to yourself damn, this guy works out. so, keeping your hands to yourself in this situation was not an easy one. “what happened, cat’s got your tongue?” he joked.

“oh, shut it,” you rolled your eyes. “i’m not in the mood.”

you couldn’t help but realize that the only way to play this game fair and square was to also take off a piece of clothing. “you know what, it is actually getting a little too hot in here,” you said as you began to remove your crop top. underneath was a black lace bra that normally wouldn’t have been worn on a day like today, but your breasts would have sagged without it. now, they were perked up and right in front of his eyes for their viewing. “god, that’s much better.”

“you’re kidding.”

“what? i feel like this is fair,” you quipped. he was practically drooling, eyes glued to your chest. you were well-endowed and he made sure you knew it. this time, however, they were covered in sweat and although that might sound disgusting to the normal person, that was a meal to him.

“don’t do this to me, [y/n],” he begged. eyes had not moved once. you weren’t even sure if he was blinking.

“if you play your cards right, bradley, i might even let you touch them,” you smirked at him before picking up your magazine once more and reading where you left off. oh, he was absolutely going to lose his mind today.

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keep your ideas coming here!

[writing-wh0re]

I can have one where Peter is a fuck boy and unknowingly slept with Y/N (stark) and they meet at the tower on a group meeting day. (and he in front of the avengers pretends to be innocent). Love you

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Park x Female Reader - Tony Stark's Daughter.

Words: 3,625 - longest I've ever written.

Warnings: Smut18+, Vaginal intercourse, Male and Female Performing Oral, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fuckboy Peter Parker, Angst.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this, I took three hours to write and edit this. I got a little carried away with it (I think) and I apologise for it being sooo long.

So far your senior year had been amazing, you were destined to finish top of your class which would make your dad happy and you had also been offered an internship with him, which some of your classmates thought was bullshit but hey, considering you didn’t want to go to some flashy expensive school, you were doing pretty good, even with your dad’s help.

That was until you went out to your first party with your best friend Macie, she thought it was about time you let loose and have fun. You didn’t want to go and had even told your mum and dad who only encouraged you to go out, so that plan backfired. So here you were, standing in Macie’s living room, red solo cup in your hand while dancing with your best friend, happy to have listened to her for once and let loose.

“How do you know this many people?”

Macie shakes her head “I don't know them, they’re Tyler’s friends from his school.” I nod in agreement, looking around the room for Tyler, Macie's boyfriend who is chatting with a guy I’ve never seen before. His brown slightly curly hair, puppy dog eyes and a smile that causes butterflies inside of my stomach. Macie grabs my shoulder, following my line of sight before laughing and shaking her head.

“Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker” I repeat his name, loving the way it sounds as it falls from my lips. “He’s fucking hot.”

Macie laughs at me before nodding. “Yeah he’s alright, he goes to school with Tyler. He’s a bit of a ladies man but I don’t know too much about him.”

“He’s into science and technology?” I almost feel bad for questioning the boy's intelligence, judging him solely on his handsome appearance.

“Yeah, Tyler, Peter and a guy called Ned won their last science fair two weeks ago.” Macie informs. “Let's go say hi.” Macie grabs my arm pulling me through the body’s of unknown teenagers before we come face to face with Peter and Tyler.

“Hey babe, we were just talking about you.” Tyler pulls Macie into his side, kissing the side of her head.

My eyes fall to Peter, both of us smiling at each other. I feel my skin fall hot slightly as his eyes wander over my body. I mentally thank myself for wearing my red leather shirt and lace crop top.

“I’m Peter.”

“Y/n.” I smile before hearing someone clear their throat. Turning my attention to Macie, a cocky smirk on her face.

“Tyler and I want to play beer pong, want to join?”

“You’d have to be partners though.” Tyler quickly adds, before walking away with Macie to the table to set the game up, not even waiting for a response.

I look to my side slightly silently asking Peter if he’d like to join.

“I need words Y/n.” I take in a sharp breath at what Peter just said to me.

“Uh, would you, um like to be my partner for beer pong?” Peter licks his lips before smirking at me.

“Of course.” His hand falls to the middle of my back as he guides me to the table Tyler and Macie had just set up. Macie raises her eyebrow at me, causing me to blush and shake my head, knowing exactly what she is thinking.

“Okay so standard rules, but we haven’t decided what the winner gets yet.” Tyler states.

I watch Macie stand on her tippy toes whispering something into Tylers ear causing him to chuckle.

“Okay, the winner has to make out with their team member.”

I sigh at my best friend before nodding.

“Fine, okay.”

“Sound a little more excited.” Peter whispers, flicking his eyes from mine to my lips. I roll my eyes, ignoring his comment as Macie flips a coin.

“Heads.” I call quickly, watching Macie reveal the coin, heads being the winner.

Tyler throws Peter the ball, catching it perfectly in one swift motion.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself, seeing him smirk slightly. He surely didn’t hear me, did he?

I stand beside Peter as he lines up the first shot, landing the ball into the cup causing Tyler to groan.

“Lucky shot.” Macie mumbles before lining up to take her shot, missing the cup as I pout.

“Awh Mace.” Macie narrows her eyes at me before flipping me off.

I grab the ball, lining up the shot, before I can let go of the ball, Peter’s hand falls to my elbow, his other placed in the middle on my back.

“Lower, otherwise you’ll miss and we want to win.” His warm breath fans my neck causing my heartbeat to pick up. I let the ball slip through my fingertips, missing the cup I was originally planning on but landing the ball in the one behind.

“That’s unfair.” Macie complains before drinking from the cup.

The game continues with us losing our lead, until the last cup for both teams. I take a deep breath, knowing it's my go and praying that I won’t miss this shot.

“Breathe, lower your arm, line it up and sink it.” Peter whispers, his lips against my ear, his hands placed on my hips. I follow his instructions, taking a breath, lowering my arm and letting go of the ball. The room feels like it slows down as the ball bounces on the table, landing into the cup.

“Good girl.”

An uncontrollable whimper leaves my lips which causes his grip on my hips to tighten, feeling my arousal pool in my panties.

“Holy shit, you won!” Macie cheers, clapping her hands as Tyler follows suit.

I don’t get a chance to respond to Macie as my body is spun around, my chest bumping into Peter’s. One of his hands cupping my cheek, the other still on my hip, his lips locking onto mine. I feel my body relax against his lips, putting my arms around his neck deepening our kiss.

Peter smiles against my lips, everyone around us whooping and hollering at our interaction. We pull away from each other, before he leans back in, quickly pecking my lips.

*Optional but I listened to this song while writing this next part*

“I love this song, Y/n come dance.” Macie almost squeals, grabbing my arm and pulling me from Peter’s embrace. “Was that as good as it looked?”

“God yes.”

Macie smiles at me before mouthing the words ‘she got that rich girl la vibe.’ gesturing to me as I flip my hair over my shoulder, laughing at my best friend. Macies hands fall to my hips, swaying to the beat with me, I place my arms around her neck singing the words with her.

Macie goes wide eyed slightly before letting go of my hips, I raise my eyebrow about to protest her actions before feeling a familiar grip. I tilt my head back, resting on his shoulder grinding my ass against his crotch, his grip tightening on my hips.

“Behave.”

I roll my eyes, spinning around in his embrace, without a second thought I lean forward, kissing up his neck before softly biting his earlobe.

“Make me.” I dont have a second to think before I’m being pulled behind Peter, a smug smile on my face. He drags me through the crowd, banging on the bathroom door before pulling me through the door with him.

His lips are instantly on mine, my back against the door, his fingertips running up and down my sides. I grab his wandering hand, placing it on my boob causing him to groan softly. I bite his bottom lip, pulling back as our eyes lock together. His lips fall to my neck, kissing and biting the skin.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

His compliment causes a shiver to run down my spine, my fingers running through his hair, pulling on his curly locks earning a moan from his lips. The warmth of his body leaves mine, grabbing my hips and picking me up, I softly squeal, shocked how easily he lifted me. Peter places me on the bathroom counter, tugging on top as I pull the flimsy lace fabric from my body, his lips instantly kissing my boobs, swiping his tongue across my nipple.

“Fuck.” I hiss, watching Peter pull my nipple between his teeth. Peter kisses down my body, pulling my skirt up letting it sit around my waist.

“You’re dripping for me.” Peter presses against my clit through the fabric of my g-string. I slowly rock my hips up, attempting to get some friction.

“Needy little girl.”

I whimper at his words, feeling myself become wetter by the second. A gasp falls from my lips as Peter pulls my panties to the side, blowing on my glistening heat.

“Please.” I beg, causing Peter to chuckle. He trails feather light kisses up my thighs before licking a stripe from my core to my clit. On instinct my fingers tangle in his hair, my head falling back against the mirror, mouth agape as moans and gasps fall from my lips like water.

“Yes, fuck.”

Peter slides a finger inside of me, causing my pussy to clench around the contact. His lips cover my clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves earning a hiss from me. Peter adds another finger, pumping in and out of my pussy, my hand slaps across my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure. Peter looks up at me, using his free hand to pull my elbow.

“Let me hear you.”

I flutter my eyes closed, Peter’s lips on my thigh, sucking and biting the skin, his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

“I’m close.”

The second the words escape me, I regret them. Peter pulls away from me, standing to undress himself. Without a second thought I fall to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Naughty girl.”

My hands fall to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans before hurriedly unzipping them. I palm his cock through his underwear, a breathless moan escaping from his lips. I tug at the fabric, having his help to pull it off. His dick springs free, my breath hitching at the size of him.

I take him in my hand, pumping up and down slowly, swirling my tongue around the head. Peter bites his lip, his fingers brushing through my hair, his eyes focusing on my every move. I lick from the base to the tip before taking him fully in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. The sounds Peter makes cause my pussy to ache, his fingers pull on my hair, helping to guide my mouth. I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat, an unholy sound falling from his lips at the contact.

Peter pulls my mouth off him, pulling me up by my arms, placing me on the counter again. I grab his cock, running it up and down my slit, causing Peter to chuckle.

“Someone’s eager.” I simply answer him by positioning his cock at my entrance, hooking my legs around his waist to pull him into me.

I moan at the feeling of him inside of me, his eyes flutter closed at the contact, moaning at the sensation.

“You feel so good.” I smirk at him, watching his eyes flick to where our bodies meet, his thumb brushing against my clit.

I pull Peter closer to me, locking our lips together as he slides in and out of me, deeper with each thrust, causing my body to tingle, the speed of his thumb picking up before slowing right back down.

I pull away from our kiss, trailing kisses down his jaw, running my tongue down his neck, sucking and biting the skin. Peter grips my ass at the contact of my lips, spanking me hard as I rack my nails down his back.

“Just like that Peter.” I whisper in his ear, softly biting his earlobe as he groans.

“Fucking so good.”

I feel the band inside of me tighten, my pussy tightening around his cock.

“Cum for me, come on baby.” My eyes roll back, shocks of electricity flowing through me, holding onto Peter tight. Peter moans against my shoulder, biting the skin before finding his own release.

Before he pulls out, Peter kisses me, holding my face in his hands.

“You’re incredible.” Blush heats up my cheeks as he pulls out of me, hissing at the loss of contact. Peter and I both get dressed quickly, walking back out to the party, moving through the crowd to find Macie and Tyler.

I lock eyes with Macie as her mouth falls open, quickly rushing over to me and pulling me away from Peter.

“You had sex.”

“Shh, don’t tell the whole party.”

Macie rolls her eyes, moving my hair over my shoulder before wincing.

“Have fun explaining that one to your dad.”

I go wide eyed slightly, turning to the hallway mirror and seeing three hickies on my neck.

“Fucking hell.”

Macie chuckles at my expense, pulling me with her to go back to Peter and Tyler. I frown my brows, Tyler now by himself.

“Uh, where did Peter go?” I question as Tyler shrugs. I quickly look around the living room, my eyes landing on Peter watching him slip out the front door without a word.

“Did he just leave?” Macie asks almost dumb founded.

“Guess so.”

“Don’t beat yourself up Y/n, just be lucky you didn’t sleep with Peter, he’s a bit of a fuckboy to be honest.” Tyler chuckles as I feel my body fall cold. Tyler looks between myself and Macie, choking on his drink slightly. “You fucked him.”

“I’m going to head home.” I mumble, Macie quickly pulling me into a hug, walking me to her front door, the same one Peter had just ducked out of.

“You can stay.”

“It’s fine Macie, I want to shower and sleep in my own bed.” Macie smiles weakly at me, pulling me into another embrace. “I’ll text you.”

Macie nods in response as I pull my phone out, calling Happy to pick me up.

--

The next morning I wake up feeling rough, hating that I mixed different alcohol’s and feeling off about having slept with a complete stranger, knowing how unlike me that is.

“Good morning Y/n, your dad would like to see you in the kitchen.” Friday’s voice bounces off my bedroom walls. I groan at the announcement, grabbing a scrunchie to throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. I quickly look over my outfit, sweatpants and a stark industries crop jumper, good enough. I grab a pair of socks before walking out onto the cold tiles.

“Friday summoned me.” I announce walking into the kitchen, seeing my dad and the avengers sitting around the table. “Oh awesome.” I whisper.

“And what time did you get home?”

“Eleven, maybe.”

I open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting on the bench, facing everyone.

“How was the party? You’ll have to tell us everything.” Wanda smiles as I nod.

“Y/n Stark, what is that on your neck?” My dad bellows, standing up and tilting my head, looking at the hickies on my neck.

“Nothing.” I push my dad away as everyone at the table snickers.

“You did tell her to go out and party.” Steve states causing my dad to turn and point at the super soldier.

“Stay out of this Rogers.”

“She’s young Tony, let her enjoy her last few weeks of school.” Nat pipes up causing my dad to tut and sit back down.

‘Thank you.’ I mouth to Steve and Nat as they both smile and nod at me.

“So why do you look like you’re having a meeting?”

“We are welcoming a new member to the avengers.” My dad states, sipping his coffee.

“Right, so why did you want me here for that?”

“Because you haven’t met him yet and you’re both going to be interning for me in a few weeks, thought it might be good to be acquainted.” I nod in response to my dad, taking a sip of my water.

“They’re all waiting for you.” I hear Happy’s voice say as he walks into the room, all of the avengers stand and look behind me, I turn and look over my shoulder, feeling my heart beat pick up, my mouth falling dry.

“Peter.” His name falls from my lips in shock.

Peter’s eyes lock onto me as he swallows harshly.

“Peter, buddy, welcome.” My dad greets him like an old friend, his eyes moving from mine to my dads.

I feel a hand grip my forearm, a gasp pulling me out of my thoughts, I quickly pull out of the grip.

“Get out of my head Wanda.”

“He did this.” Wanda whispers gesturing to my neck, Nat and Steve both looking at me. I hold my finger to my lips, pleading with my eyes.

“How much did you see?” Nat whispers to Wanda. I don’t hear Wanda’s response as my dad calls me over to him. I quickly slip off the bench, Nat with a small smirk on her face. I sigh softly knowing they know.

“You called.”

“Peter Parker, this is my daughter Y/N Stark, she will be interning with you and is typically on our communications for missions.” My dad states as Peter puts out his hand for a headshake, I scoff before accepting his gesture.

“So what’s your ability?”

“He’s Spiderman, isn’t it great to finally put a face to the suit.” My mum says, standing next to Happy. Instantly, everything from last night makes sense, the smirk he had when I whispered, the soft touches, leaving the party abruptly. It all makes sense, he knew what he was doing. He could read me like a fucking book.

“Y/n is very fond of you, she studied your web abilities.” My dad states, causing me to run my hand down my face.

“Ah, well, maybe you should show me what you learnt and I could fill in any blanks.” Peter states, causing my dad to hum in approval.

“Why don’t you do that now while I get paperwork ready for you to sign.” My dad smiles. I feel a hand cup my shoulder, looking to the right and seeing Steve.

“Steve Rogers.”

Peter grabs his outstretched hand, wincing slightly at the grip Steve gives. I slightly elbow the super soldier, knowing Wanda told him what she saw.

“Maybe Banner should go with them, do you want a teenage boy to be left alone with your teenage daughter?” Steve asks, my dad sighs before chuckling.

“Clearly she was with a teenage boy last night, I’m sure Peter here is harmless compared to last night's company.”

I hear Nat and Wanda giggle before passing it off as something else.

“Go.” My dad instructs, I sigh, turning away from him and leading the way to the lab.

The walk to the lab is silent, only my dad’s voice bouncing off the walls asking the group why they’re being weird.

I walk over to my desk, grabbing the file on ‘Web Slinger’ and handing it to Peter.

“Take it.”

Peter’s hand brushes against mine before he grabs the file, sitting in the chair beside mine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I scoff, shaking my head. “Oh yeah because you gave me time to tell you.”

Peter sighs, putting the file on my desk before pulling my chair closer to him.

“Could have told me beforehand.”

“It didn’t seem to matter, how was I supposed to know who you were?”

Peter stays quiet, his eyes looking everywhere but mine.

“Not like you stayed afterwards for us to actually have a conversation.”

“I had shit to do, people to save.” Peter states, now looking at me dead in the eyes.

“Fine, I get that but couldn’t you give me your number or some way of contacting you?”

Peter once again stays quiet.

“Did you tell them? Because Captain America seems to be protective.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “No, I didn’t tell them. Wanda Maximoff read my mind, guess she told him.” Peter sighs before I continue, “Look, we can just forget it, okay? You’re a part of their team now and we’re just going to have to move on.”

Peter’s hand falls to my knee, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my sweatpants.

“What if we don’t move on? What if we start something?”

“Peter, I don’t want you to feel you have to start something because I’m your boss's daughter, if you want to forget it ever happened we can.”

Peter tuts, moving his hand from my knee to my face.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I meant what I said last night, you’re incredible” My heartbeat picks up, butterflies erupting inside of me causing Peter to smirk. “I have an effect on you.”

“Cocky arent you.”

Peter smirks smugly, before brushing his lips against mine.

“If you don’t want to try this, stop me.” Peter hesitates for a few seconds before I close the gap between us, kissing him. Peter’s hands move under my thighs, picking me up from the chair and placing me on my desk.

“Peter Parker!” Peter jumps away from me at the shouting of my dad’s voice. “You two have some explaining to do.”

Peter scratches the back of his neck, looking at me as I shrug lightly.

“Maximoff told me, I should have listened to Rogers, but don't tell him I said that.” My dad walks over to us, grabbing the chair Peter once sat in. “I’m listening.”

Peter takes a deep breath before explaining it all to my dad, leaving out a few details as I but in to fill any holes.

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

[sluttywonwoo]

3 nights || jw x reader

summary: a one-night hookup turns into three (based off of the song 3 nights by dominic fike )

warnings: swearing, smut (18+), unprotected sex (uh yeah don’t do that)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this is an old tom holland piece of mine that i thought would fit wonwoo (my tom holland blog is @wazzupmrstark if you wanna check it out)

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A hellish smirk tugged at Wonwoo’s lips as he gazed down at his phone in the midst of a pitch meeting. He glanced at the image he’d been sent for a second more before sliding his phone back in his pocket and lifting his head to indicate he was paying attention. But he was distracted. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Jeon Wonwoo to receive nude pictures from unsaved numbers, but he was pretty sure he knew who this one was from. At least he hoped. You had cropped your face out of it, but from the expanse of your collarbone to the curve of your hip he could recognize the freckles under your breasts and the small scar just below your belly button.

He waited until he was dismissed from the meeting to respond. Didn’t want to seem too eager.  

What did I do to deserve this out of the blue, darling?

You didn’t respond right away. He shouldn’t have been surprised, he hadn’t responded right away, so why would you? You had better things to be doing than sit around waiting for him to text back, but a selfish part of him wished that you were.

You were a bit different from Wonwoo’s other lays, but he didn’t mean that in the nauseating ‘you’re not like other girls’ way that men liked to use to get into a girl’s pants. He didn’t really need to use cheesy, comparative shit like that if he was being honest. All he had to do was send a wyd text at 2am to get a girl to come over. Unless that girl was you.

Of course, you were beautiful, and incredible in bed, but something about you always left him wanting more. Maybe it was the fact that your presence was fleeting, you never stayed very long afterwards. Maybe your elusiveness tugged at a deeper curiosity in the back of his mind that he was unaware of. He was already familiar with every inch of your body, but truthfully he knew very little else about you. and maybe that’s what intrigued him.

Or maybe it was the simplicity. Routine hookups, no strings attached- regardless of how many times you came… over.

Whatever it was that kept you on his mind, Wonwoo didn’t dwell. He pushed all questions and logic away when he was with you. And when he wasn’t… he tried not to think about it. But it was difficult not to when you sent him pictures like that out of nowhere, no context, not even a response.

Ding!

Never mind.

Oops wrong person ;)

Wonwoo let out a low chuckle and shook his head. Of course, there was a small part of him that wondered if you had actually meant to send that to someone else, but he shook it off. If he knew you at all, which granted he really didn’t, he knew this game.

He didn’t hesitate to respond this time.

Shame… was gonna ask if you were busy tonight.

Only a few seconds passed before his phone buzzed again.

What did you have in mind??

You.

It was corny, sure, but effective.

I think I can make something work.

He grinned at the screen and sighed, licking his lips.

9pm. Our place.

-

You hadn’t even taken off your coat by the time he had you up against the door with his mouth on your neck, pressing breathy kisses to your skin. You gasped as he sucked a hickey just under your jaw, closing your eyes and moaning his name.

A seedy motel in the middle of the city wasn’t the… most ideal spot for late night booty calls. The sunset-colored wallpaper was peeling and the showers only worked sometimes, but in the grand scheme of things, location wasn’t important. It was still the best sex of your life, and they had cheap vending machine snacks.

The bed creaked and choked out a cloud of dust when Wonwoo pushed you onto it, but you just laughed and pulled at the waistband of his jeans for him to join you.

He smiled into a kiss that turned desperate. His hands were on your zipper, your bra clasp, your panties, anything to get you undressed faster. You held in a whimper when he sat up to undo his belt, something about the way he did that always drove you crazy. He smirked knowingly as he did and took his time.

You whined impatiently and nudged at him with a knee to hurry up. Thankfully, Wonwoo wasn’t one to leave you hanging and was back on you instantly. He pressed a thigh in between your legs and licked a stripe up the valley of your breasts, choosing the left, his favorite, to nip at.

“Fuck, Wonwoo,” you groaned, grinding up against him.

He paused and lifted himself so that he was hovering above you. “How was your day?”

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back in frustration. “Can we not?”

“I can’t ask you how your day was?”

“That’s not what I’m here for, and you know it.”

“Then what are you here for?” he asked, wanting you to say it out loud. You kissed him instead and took the distraction as an opportunity to pull him by the collar and flip him so that you were on his lap.

You tugged at his jeans and boxers playfully. “This.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “Good one.”

“I know.”

He lifted his head to kiss you and you gave in with a quick peck on the lips. As often as you were with Wonwoo, you never took the time to notice how pretty he was. You knew he was hot. You could write an entire dissertation on how fucking fit he was, but as you gazed down at him underneath you you realized just how lovely this boy really was, especially like this. His dark hair was soft and wavy without all the product in it, and god his lips were so pink, and the way he looked at you…

You kissed him again, fiercely this time, and slid a hand down his pants just to feel him. He groaned, already needy.

“Wait-” he pulled back and sat up on his elbows.

“What?” You were worried you’d done something wrong, stared at him like you were in love with him for a second too long and he’d caught on.

“Do you want me to go down on you?”

You sighed in relief and laughed. “No need, I’m already soaked.”

“I can tell,” he quipped back and quirked an eyebrow.

You were a little embarrassed he could feel your arousal through his jeans and cursed. “Fuck you!”

“I believe you were just about to.”

“You’re lucky I’m horny, Wonwoo,” you growled.

“Tell me about it.” He smirked and laid back with an arm over his head.

Sometimes you wondered if the sex was really worth it, even if he was the best you’d ever had…

Of all the ways Wonwoo could fuck you, this had to be one of his favorites. There was just something about you on top of him that he couldn’t handle. The way your delicate gold necklace dangled in his face as you rode him, the way his hands fit so perfectly on your ass, the way your hair hung around your shoulders. He never lasted long.

To be fair, neither did you. And the way Wonwoo was saying your name wasn’t helping. Every time you lowered yourself back on him and his cock hit that spot inside you that burning intensity in your stomach grew a little stronger.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t out of breath and your thighs weren’t starting to get sore, but Wonwoo was begging you not to stop and you’d be damned if you let him down.

“Y/n, I’m close,” he warned and brought his fingers to your clit to make sure you were right there with him.

You just nodded, too far gone to say much else as you chased the high that was just out of reach. Wonwoo thrust up into you a final time and finished with a moan of your name tumbling from his lips.

Even as he was coming down he continued to massage your clit.

“Cum for me, love.” His voice was spent and gravelly and his eyes were pleading and fuck, who were you to deny him? You gripped his shoulders hard as your whole body tensed and you tipped over the edge.

And for a moment the world stopped spinning and time stopped moving as electricity surged through your body and you forgot your own name.

Wonwoo was still whispering words of quiet praise when you collapsed on his chest seconds later, trembling.

“That’s it, darling. That’s good.”

You let him rub your back like that until you caught your breath enough to sit up and roll off of him. You immediately started collecting your clothes from around the room and putting them back on as Wonwoo did the same.

“Two cherry cokes?” he asked and you nodded.

“And powdered donuts?”

“Give me some credit, how could I forget?”

It was something of a tradition to share a snack and a soda after you hooked up. It had started on a night when both of you were too drunk to drive anywhere afterwards so you passed the time sitting in bed eating stale powdered donuts and drinking soda to sober up. Logically, you could have slept it off and went home the next morning, but it was a rule you had to never sleep over at a one-night-stand’s place. Even neutral territory like this was off limits.

Wonwoo could’ve gone to bed without you and left you to fend for yourself but instead he made the trek out to the vending machines in his boxers to get you both some food. Turns out cherry coke was the only soda they had, and there was no telling how old it was, but it was better than nothing.

That night was so long ago, but you still remembered how he stayed up with you until four in the morning watching shitty reality shows on the fuzzy tv, talking about exes and weird dreams and hobbies you both wanted to learn. You wondered if he ever ended up teaching himself pottery.

Wonwoo was back with the goods before you could blink and handed you your respective share of the stash. You held your can up and clinked it against his before taking a sip. You’d grown to like the syrupy sweet taste of it by now, and even found yourself craving it when you weren’t with Wonwoo.

“Same time tomorrow?” Wonwoo asked as you buttoned your pants.

“You’ll still be in town?”

Usually he didn’t stay for long unless he was working on his music so you didn’t let yourself get hopeful just in case he was kidding.

“And the next day,” he confirmed. It was an invitation.

“You’re not one for planning ahead,” you pointed out, gathering the rest of your belongings in your arms.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

-

Wonwoo didn’t sleep well that night. He never did when he wasn’t in his own bed, but this was different. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened just hours ago in that run-down motel by the highway and what might happen tomorrow.

His members had been confused when he moved his flight back home two days and he hadn’t given them any other explanation than ‘catching up with friends’ for them to go off of. He had those days off anyway. Seoul would be fine without him until then.  

But uncertainty lingered in his mind. What if you didn’t call? What if you were busy? He knew your world didn’t revolve around him, but he was starting to wish it did. It was stupid, and there were dozens of other people he could call for a quick fuck in this town if you stood him up, but suddenly none of them sounded interesting.

He circled back to that picture you’d sent him earlier and found himself wishing he could see your face.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” he muttered out loud to no one in particular and forced himself to turn his phone off to try and sleep again.

-

The second night was much like the first. Quick sex, donuts, cherry coke. You didn’t even finish your half of the donuts before you were out the door. You expected the third night to be the same, along with that awkward ‘we might never see each other again’ interaction that happens at the end of every fling, but what you got was far from it.

“You should stay.”

You already had one shoe on when he dropped that out of nowhere and-

“What?” was all you could say.

“It’s late, you should stay over. We could get breakfast in the morning or something.”

“Wonwoo, I-”

“You don’t sleep over after one-night-stands, I know.”

“Then why are you asking me?”

“Well, it’s been three nights…” he trailed off.

“But it’s the same arrangement,” you argued.

“What if it wasn’t?”

You put down your other shoe and stood up. “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted.

“I have those rules for a reason. I didn’t just make them up for fun. Without them… feelings get hurt. Hearts get broken. Things get complicated.”

“I know.” Wonwoo sighed softly and took a tentative step towards you. “But-”

“But what?”

“But it doesn’t have to be like that,” he finished. “It won’t be like that.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t,” he said honestly. “But there’s a first time for everything.”

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