#kinda lower my confidence with someone new now

[k-illdarlings]

Ngl seeing how many times reid’s got brush off bc his infodumps by his friends kinda hit the sore spot for me

[thelovelyruin]

𝖆𝖈𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : choso just couldn’t wait for you and him to be acquainted.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : college au, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering, edging?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 5.3K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from acquainted by the weeknd.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! probably my favorite yet. i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Baby, you're no good 'cause they warned me ‘bout your type.

“Yeah, no.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean, NO. She’s bad news, dude.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, I don’t. She just gives off the vibe that she’d break your heart or somethin'.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, she’s out of your league, first of all. You’re kinda awkward, and I can’t tell if you’re celibate or just can’t get laid. That and she’s pretty friendly with everyone.”

“Shouldn’t she be friendly?”

“Yeah, a little too friendly. A jealous motherfucker like you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“She wouldn’t be that way if she was in a relationship, right?”

Yuuji raised his eyebrow and threw his arms up.

“The world may never know. That is unless…you wanna know?”

Choso rolled his eyes, following Yuuji to class.

Baby, you're no good; I think I fell for you.

Little did Yuuji know Choso was already in love with you. As much as he’d try not to, he couldn’t help but see you walking around campus. 

Pretty face adorned with sparkly lipgloss, your hair always down, giving a slight view of your hoop earrings. You usually wore a little locket necklace, never telling anyone what was inside, sitting atop a pink shirt that your tits always looked great in. Then a miniskirt that, depending on the breeze that day, gave a sneak peek of your ass. Then, the heels you wear, except for the winter when you wore a cute pair of boots with leggings, he could practically see through them. It was tough when he was in class with you; you raised your hand to answer a question, a French manicure, and the clinking of your bangles that were practically ASMR for him. Then, there were your books that, when some random guy wasn’t offering to hold them, pressed against your chest, making your breasts lift as you walked. Sometimes, you’d wear a perfume that smelled like cake; other days, vanilla, pretty hard to miss as you walked by. Then there was your skin, always glowing like you drank from the fountain of youth or something, legs smooth as you crossed them over one another or stood before the seminar to answer a question on the board. Sometimes, you had a pair of stockings or thigh highs that covered them, ending a little lower than where your skirt ended; god forbid you bent over, which you were careful never to do, usually asking someone to pick something up for you. You never touched a door either; sure, it was because every guy wanted to fuck you, running around like your puppies ready for a task; sometimes you gave them one, they’d run back to you with a lollipop or something like that, which you parted your lips so sexily to take in and suck. 

It's not like he was paying attention or anything.

You got me puttin' time in.

Now, Choso wasn’t terrible at talking to girls, sometimes getting approached but a little too awkward to continue the conversation. Then again, he had the hots for you, so it was hard to look at anyone else. He’d got it in his mind that he’d talk to you one of these days. Maybe he’d ask you out on a date, but he wouldn’t know how he’d react if you rejected him; in light of that, he never said anything to you, just an awkward look if you guys ever made eye contact, which you always gave him a confident one, followed by a wave. But all that was thrown out the window right now. He was too shocked that you were standing in front of him to hear what you’d said; your face had one of those optimistic looks, hands sitting on his desk in the library as your arms squished your tits together, leaning over a bit to look at him.

“Hello, earth to Choso, you there?”

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

Your skirt sat particularly short on your hips today, your belly button ring gleaming with a little heart at the end, but his eyes drifted to your waistline, a little bit of a pink fabric peeking ever so slightly out the top of your denim-

“I said, “Hey, Choso! What’s up?””

“Oh, sorry. Not much, how about you?”

“Oh, nothin’; saw you were sittin’ alone and wanted to come say hi; that okay?”

It was more than okay. He had to shift in his seat, boner becoming irritably hard against his thigh.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Uh, wanna take a seat?”

“Sure! So, whatcha workin' on?”

“Oh, I’m just studying for the statistics exam.”

“That class is super hard! I feel like I’m not getting any of it.”

He took that as his one-way ticket to testing the waters with you.

“I could, um, tutor you if you want.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

You perked up, hand touching his arms, tits calling out as you shifted towards him in the seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, but he knew he had to focus if this was gonna work at all.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“Perfect, when are you free?

He was free anytime for you.

“Uh, I’m free after classes; what about you?”

“Hmm, well, I have a sorority meeting at six tomorrow, so that probably won’t work, but then, ooo, I have cheer practice on Thursday, ugh, and I can’t forget Nobara’s party on Friday!”

“So, Wednesday?”

“Perfect! We’d just have to do it after my nail appointment at 3.”

He looked at your nails; nothing looked bad about them, so he was confused. He hadn’t realized how busy you were, which explained why you didn’t have a boyfriend. But that only made him feel worse.

“I think your nails are nice like that?”

You were blushing now, bringing a hand out in front of you two.

“Ya think so? I was thinking of changing the color; I've changed my mind since last week.”

Your phone got a ring; he noticed it was Mai, a girl he’d often see you walking around with. Happily, you answered it.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

He couldn't hear what Mai was saying to you on the phone, but fuck, he wished you'd answer the phone like that for him. That's when it struck him that he hadn't even-

“Sorry about that! She had to tell me about this crazy thing one of our sisters did.”

“Sisters?”

“Yeah, like in our sorority, silly! Anyways, gotta blast, but I enjoyed our chat!”

You pulled a pen out of your purse along with a piece of gum; after unwrapping it and putting it in your mouth, you grabbed Choso’s hand, writing down your phone number.

“There ya go, put it in fast so it doesn’t wash off, 'kay? Bye, cutie!”

With that, you walked away. See, this is where Choso was fucked; he had to think about when he should text you, now, later today, or Wednesday? That and his boner. He hurried up and shuffled to his and Yuuji’s dorm room, using his backpack to cover his crotch.

Nobody got me feeling this way.

“YOU GOT HER NUMBER?”

“Yes, but it’s because I’m tutoring her.”

“So, you and her, alone. “Studying”.”

“Yes, Yuuji, now fuck off!”

When Choso told Yuuji about the exchange earlier, he was convinced you were on something.

“So, she just randomly walked up to you? Isn’t that weird?”

“Is it that foreign for someone to want to talk to me?”

Yuuji looked him up and down, giving him that look. Choso scoffed and continued typing up his essay. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, if he was being honest. He tried his best to put off texting you, but that lasted all but 4 hours.

“Hey. It’s Choso.”

He sighed as he threw his head back. He was feeling a bit stupid, to be honest. For all he knew, you had been dared to talk to him, or it was a little game you came up with. Still, he knew it wasn’t in your character to do something like that, but his self-loathing told him otherwise. All of a sudden, though, his screen lit up.

“haiiii <3 wednesday still good? :3”

“Yeah, what time?”

“let’s do 5, 'kay?”

“Sounds good.”

“yay! see you then :p.”

When Wednesday came around, Choso was nervous all day. Yuuji teased him for it, saying there was nothing to worry about; you guys were only “studying.” Choso had seen you in class with the usual demeanor and look, but instead, today, you gave him a wink as you walked by, which went straight to his dick. It had been 4:55, and he was pacing his room, trying to mentally and physically prepare to be alone with you for the next hour or so. But then five came, then 5:05, then-

A knock at the door, which he was praying, wasn't Yuuji coming back to the room; he told Choso earlier he was gonna spend the night out ‘In case something happened.’ Much to Choso’s bliss, it was you, panting a bit. 

“I'm so sorry! I spilled my smoothie on my other top, so I had to change, then I ran over as fast as I could! You’re not too mad at me, are you?”

Choso had realized you had a different shirt on when he opened the door. This one was a lower cut, your cleavage on full display, the bottom short cropped. Damn, you looked good.

“You’re fine; come in.”

“Ooo, thanks!”

You walked into the room, and he waited for you to say something; his room was pretty much clean, except for a pair of socks Yuuji left on the floor. Instead, you smile at him, then bend over to set your purse and books- fuck, you bent over. Choso looked at every single item in the room, anything to not stare at your ass in his peripheral vision. Quickly, you got up and turned around, Choso flustered as ever.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Uh, no…let’s get started.”

An hour passed, and Choso was shocked at his level of resolve. He tried his best to help you and pay attention to the papers in front of you, but fuck, your tits looked great from this angle.

“All done! I think this is the best I’ve ever done! Thank you so so much!”

You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him into a hug that made his breath rapid. You pulled back from him now, still hugging him, as you looked up at him with those doe eyes of yours. Choso was much taller than you, so he was getting quite the view, but that came with him looking the most flustered he’s ever been. You let go with a giggle, walking over to sit on his bed. He watched you sit back on your hands, legs slightly open as your chest poked out. God, you looked cute, even better that you were sitting on HIS bed.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Yeah?”

“I need your help with something.”

“What’s up?”

You got me touchin' on your body…

He walked over to you with a confused look on his face. What could you possibly want? You guys had already studied, which is what you both agreed to; maybe another class-

You opened your thighs to him, panty-clad pussy on full display.

He was about to fucking die. He couldn’t help but pinch himself; he had to be dreaming. It was already surprising to him that you were in his room, but you practically asking him to touch your pussy was an enigma. You pulled him forward by his shirt, his face up to yours.

“That is, if you wanna.”

Choso started melting, but he wouldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. With urgency, he dropped to his knees, positioning himself on the floor between your legs, both draped over his shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. God, he could smell you; it was making him hungry. Then there was your thong soaked from your wetness, leading him to wonder how long you wanted this. The print of your lips against the fabric was about to send him over. He brought his hands up your legs, the feeling of your plush thighs making him ache, all the way up to your hips, where he flipped your skirt up. He wasted no time grabbing the edge of your panties, backing up to pull them down your legs. You opened up a little more for him, soaked pussy on full display. He was dreaming, he was dreaming, he was dreaming. He experimentally brought his fingers up to spread your lips apart, precum dripping out of you. He almost passed out, but that was the last thing he needed to start his mission.

Choso brought his lips down to your pussy, lapping up all of your juices, then fucking his tongue into you. You were moaning, body arching as you found your fingers in his hair. Fuck you tasted good. He brought his tongue to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making the most out of this situation and simultaneously making you whimper.

“Choso….”

You sounded so fucking good. Every moan of his name went straight to his dick, which was looking to rub against anything to get some relief. He brought his fingers up and slipped them inside you, making you groan loudly. He explored your walls carefully, but it wasn’t until he curled his fingers that he really got a rise out of you.

“Fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

He was a damn good listener. He pumped his fingers in and out of you as your body jerked, begging to cum. He was in disbelief; he was the one making you feel like this. Moan like this. Cum like this. It came hard, fingers gripping his hair in a way that brought him out of his hazy state. And fuck, as you came down, you rutted your pussy against his tongue, mouth still opened and eyes rolled back. Choso was in fucking heaven. You were panting on his bed, half-naked, back still arched; you were a sight to see. You began to come back to earth, sitting up on your hands again, pussy most likely staining the sheets, but it’s not like he fuckin' cared.

“Come here.”

Your usual bubbly demeanor left the second you came, grabbing Choso by his shirt and bringing him down to kiss you. You opened your legs so he could position himself between them, kissing him intensely now. Instinctively, he brought his hand up to your tits, groping them through the fabric of your shirt, pinching your nipple once he found it. He ruts his hips against yours, making you groan into his mouth. Fuck, you were so hot, all of his senses were filled with you, he was gonna lose his-

I know I'd rather be complacent.

He fucking came on himself. Simultaneously, your phone began to ring, the same tone as the other day when Mai called you. With a pout, you walked over to his desk to grab your phone. God, he praised himself for wearing back sweats that day. Luckily for him, it didn’t seem you noticed, picking up the phone and smiling. Just like that, you were back to your usual self.

“Hey, hey!”

Mai said something to you as Choso went to his drawer, already looking for a set of underwear and pants to replace the ones he accidentally soaked. You were pouting now, tilting your head to the side as you talked to her.

“But Maiiii, I’m doing something super important!”

You looked at him from head to toe, smirking as you continued talking. Fuck, what were you guys talking about?

“Ugh, fine, but you owe me! See you in a bit.”

You hung up the phone and walked over to him, a sad look on your face as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

“You gotta go?”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to!”

“It’s fine. You should be ready for the test on Thursday.”

You bent over to pick up your purse and books again; this time, he really couldn’t look because he knew his dick would probably betray him. You put your heels back on, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Bye, cutie!”

“Um, bye.”

Choso took a shower as soon as you left, in which he had to relieve himself from the events of today. It’s like he couldn’t get your taste you out of his head; every time he tried to focus on his essay, you were there. It didn’t help when he found your thong on the floor beside his bed. Shit, he hadn’t even thought to put them back on you. Quickly, he texted you, letting you know you forgot them.

“oopsie :3 consider them a gift ;)”

Fuck, you were dangerous.

Girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

Baby, you're no good.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“Shut the fuck up, you're gonna wake the whole hall!”

“Let me get this straight, you fucked her?”

“No, yes, well, not exactly. I, you know…”

“Awe shit, she sucked your-”

“NO, YUUJI, JESUS.”

“So, what did you- Holy shit, you gave her head!”

Choso became flustered, never really having a conversation with Yuuji about his sex life, but Yuuji was more than open about his.

“Yes, I gave her head.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up! You’re too damn loud!”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s not like I didn’t believe in you or anything, but a girl like that? I probably would’ve cum on myself.”

Now, Choso knew you were busy, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to see you again. He’d remembered everything you said you had to do, so he figured he’d talk to you again at Nobara’s party. He was initially going because Nobara was a mutual friend through Yuuji, but now, he had a way better reason. You guys had seen each other around the halls Thursday, you giving him a wink every time you saw him, and he’d return it with a blush and grin. He hadn’t texted you either, trying to be considerate of your time, but as Friday afternoon came along, you appeared to be distant with him. He was nervous at this point. What if he was over-analyzing things? Just a quick fuck to get each other’s rocks off? Then, unfortunately, the thought came to mind that maybe you had realized he came on himself, which hurt his feelings pretty bad. I mean, he couldn’t help it; spontaneous oral on the girl he’d liked for months now, he was already in bad shape to begin with. But, fuck, he missed you.

All my homies think I'm crazy 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout us lately.

Nobara’s party could be heard down the street, some AirBnb, all your sisters put in on. Choso couldn’t lie; it was pretty nice, a large house with at least eight bedrooms, a pool and basketball court in the back, and balconies on almost every window. He and Yuuji had shuffled their way into the house, Yuuji immediately looking for something to drink that was far from water. Once he found a bottle of tequila, he poured him and Choso a couple of shots, both throwing them back like it was nothing. Yuuji seemed to know everyone at this party, sparking conversation with damn near anyone that walked by. He and Choso found their way to the backyard, sitting in the little patio section next to the pool.

“So, did you text her yet?”

“No, I’m pretty sure she’s upset with me about something.”

“Cause she’s been giving you the silent treatment?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, she’s obviously not giving it to him.”

But really, if I could, I'd forget about you.

Yuuji pointed to you on the other side of the pool, talking to some guy. You held a cup, presumably with alcohol, but what you were wearing was the kicker. You hadn’t bothered to wear a top, just your string bikini covering your tits, which wasn’t doing a very good job of covering them up. Then there were your shorts; they were basically underwear with how high they came up, the underside of your ass on display. You were leaning into the guy, obviously in deep conversation. The guy, however, was getting an eyeful; he couldn’t even make eye contact with you because he was staring so intently at your chest. 

You got me puttin' time in.

Choso couldn’t lie, it pissed him off real bad. He couldn’t tell if it was because you were talking to this guy and not him or because the guy was looking at you so inappropriately; it wasn’t like he was one to talk. But his jaw locked as he saw the guy slip a hand onto your waist as you stumbled a bit, and you didn’t stop him.

“She’s free to do what she wants.”

“Yeah, she’s doin’ what she wants, alright. Your face was in her pussy on Wednesday, and she’s probably gonna do the same to him tonight.”

Nobody got me feeling this way.

Yuuji’s comment had put a fire under Choso’s ass. Immediately, he got up from where he and Yuuji sat, heading straight towards you.

“Told you, you were jealous, bitch!”

Now, Choso wasn’t the confrontational type, but three shots in, he felt a little bit of that liquid courage. He’d closed the gap between the patio and the pool quickly, focused on getting to you; as he walked up, he could hear you giggling at whatever that fucker was saying. You turned your head in surprise, an awkward smile on your face as Choso grabbed your arm.

“Gonna borrow her right quick.”

Choso could hear the guy cursing him out in confusion as he walked away with you, but if anyone was confused, it was you.

You got me touchin' on your body….

Choso led you up the stairs as you rushed to keep up, spilling your drink a bit. He found an empty bedroom, walked you into it, and locked it behind him.

“Choso, what the actual fuck?”

“What are you doing, huh?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing? Motherfucker, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you haven’t talked to me in days. Then you pull me in here, like I’m the bad guy or something, fuck, did eating me out mean anything to you?”

“Of course it did! I haven’t texted you because I wanted to give you space!”

“I could’ve made time for you! I don’t wanna hear your shitty excuses as to-”

To say that we're in love is dangerous…

Your sentence was cut short by Choso pulling you into a kiss. You were fucking mad at him, sure, but you wanted to fuck him more than anything. That’s why you let him lay you on the bed behind you, mouth coming to kiss you, even deeper this time. He pulled back to undo your top, allowing your tits free.

“So, who the fuck was that?”

He brought his lips down to your nipple, sucking it as you moaned softly.

“A friend, what are you, jealous?”

He sucked the other one, massaging your tits as you watched him intently.

“Depends.”

“On?”

But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

Choso began to move his way down, sucking the skin of your stomach as he brought his hands down to hook into your shorts. He had them down to your ankles, pulling them off of you.

“I’m your friend too, no?”

“Something like that.”

He undid the strings on your bikini, throwing them somewhere in the room. He brought his face down to you, kissing your inner thighs to tease you.

“You let all your friends eat your pussy?”

Ever since I met you, I couldn't believe what you did.

You couldn’t answer his question, body reacting to the kitten licks he was giving your clit. Choso was a bit more familiar with you now; he knew you liked it when he fucked you with his tongue and that you moan a little harder when he pressed his tongue harder on our bud. But, god, you were intoxicating. He missed the taste of your pre-cum on his lips, shamelessly saturating his whole face with your juices. That is until he pulled his face back, teasing you.

“Answer me, princess.”

“No, I don't.”

That made him hungry, greedy even. His face was back on you, fucking his tongue into you as he pinned your hips down, watching you squirm from the pleasure. The pleasure he was giving you.

Choso picked up the pace of his tongue, his fingers finding their way to your pussy, curling them as he sucked on your clit. One hand still on your hips to keep you still; it was all in vain because when you came, your body came undone. You buck your hips into his touch, moaning his name as you let him suck you through your high. You were fucking beautiful. He pulled up to look at you, smirking as he saw your tits rise and fall from all the panting you were doing. He figured it wasn’t too bad to give you another orgasm; you looked so fucking hot coming down that he couldn’t resist drinking your cum as he brought his thumb to your clit. You were on fucking fire, still recovering from before, and now he was bringing you up to his face. He pinned you down, devouring you instantly.

Now, Choso felt a little adventurous, bringing his hands up to rub your nipples between his fingers while you fucked his face. You didn’t know where all this nerve came from, presumably because he’s made you cum twice now, the third one about to join. But you honestly didn’t give a fuck. If he had the balls to eat you as good as he was doing, you could care less. Because his tongue was just too damn distracting. You began to grind your pussy on his face, not even considering his ability to breathe; it’s not like he was concerned about it. You were moaning his name like a symphony, pulling them out of you more frequently as you felt your body giving in again.

“Choso, I’m, I, fuck!”

So comfort me…

Choso smirked into your pussy as you came, falling over onto the bed immediately. He was kissing you now, soft and sweet, like he didn’t intend to fuck the shit out of you. With a careful hand, he brought your leg up, pulling it away from the other so he could get in between them. He enjoyed the view of you, spent and gasping for air, bucking your hips slowly as you waited for him to fuck you. As he began removing his clothes, he continued this little conversation.

“Hm, that doesn’t make sense then, does it?”

“You’re more than a friend, Choso.”

At this point, he’d taken everything but his boxers off, dick almost stabbing out the front of his briefs. He took them off quickly, bringing his body back up to sit on top of yours. He kissed you as he fingered your pussy again, making you squirm under his touch. Messily, he brought your cum out of your pussy, rubbing it over his shaft as he looked down at you.

“More than a friend, huh?”

Choso kissed your neck as he slid his dick in, holding your hips as he rolled his into yours. He was painfully slow, pulling out to sink back in. Fuck, it was torture.

“Yes, Choso! Now fuck me, please!”

“No problem.”

He slammed his hips into yours, making you groan. He gripped you tightly as he fucked you, forehead meeting yours so he could see your pretty face as you took him so well.

 “When was the last time you got fucked?”

“Months ago.”

“So, you decided you just wanted me to eat your pussy one day?”

He began that slow pace again, scratching his back as he reached the deepest parts of you.

“No, I liked you for a while! Thought you didn’t like me ‘til I met you in the library!”

He couldn’t fucking believe it. This entire time you’d been waiting for him to make a move, and he was too fucking pussy to do it. Well, he’ll make it up to you now by fucking your pussy. He hit that sweet spot inside you as you moved your hips to meet his, hands brushing through his hair as he gave it to you right where you needed him. And god, you were sexy. You pressed your tits against his chest as he fucked you into the bed, practically screaming his name every time he’d give you a hard thrust to get a rise out of you.

“I want you, princess.”

To be fair, you hadn’t really entertained any of the guys who wanted you; they’d just ogle you, but you wanted someone who’d claim you. Make you his. And Choso was doing it. He fucked you like no one had ever done before, sucking hickeys all over you that you were sure you didn’t have enough concealer to cover up. Then, there was the way he’d moan into your ear. Sometimes your name, but mostly baby, princess, beautiful. He was taking you higher and higher, and you didn’t wanna come down.

“Then, I’m yours.”

Ain't no rush from me.

That was enough for Choso. He fucked you faster, keeping your hips still so he could fuck you how you needed it. Your body was practically begging to cum again, all but throwing yourself at him. He prayed you’d cum soon because he’d be down for the count here shortly, panting into the side of your neck as he took you. And take you, he did, gripping his shoulders as you moaned his name into the room, eyes rolling back and mouth wide open as you came for the third time that night. You honestly didn’t know you had it in you, nor did Choso, because he was right behind you, gripping the headboard as he fucked you through his orgasm, whimpering your name as he fell to pieces inside you. Your pussy was like fucking heaven, taking his cum so well as your hands fell to your side, too fucked out to move.

I’ll keep on touchin' on your body. To say that we're in love is dangerous…

Choso fell beside you, exhausted as ever. He was grateful he’d taken precautionary measures and relieved himself before he came to the party cause he surely would’ve cum the second he felt your pussy. He looked over at you; he could tell you were pretty damn tired; who wouldn’t be after he made you cum so many times. So, he helped you put your clothes back on, carrying you down the stairs and out to his car. He shot Yuuji a text to let him know he was leaving, choosing to leave out the details of what he had been doing for the past hour and a half. After getting you in the car, he got in the driver’s seat and started it.

“Ima take ya home, okay?”

You perked up a little, grabbing his arm and wrapping around it.

“Wanna go home with you!”

“Whatever ya want, princess.”

Choso gripped your thigh as he drove off, returning to his dorm. He carried you to his room, removing your clothes and helping you get into one of his t-shirts. Both of you in the bed, he pulled you into his chest, letting you get comfortable. You look up at him, smiling a bit as you yawn.

“Night, baby!”

You kissed him quickly and laid back down, drifting off to sleep.

‘Baby’, huh? He could get used to that.

But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

♱ the song used in this story is acquainted by the weeknd. 🖤

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Dreams come true - Aespa High School AU - Day two

Hello people, the new chapter of my new Au is here. Reader is slowly getting in confidence with the four girls more. Let me know what do you think, which one of them is convincing you more. And as always opinions and suggestions through comments and DMs are welcomed.

"Bro, second day and you already late?", you asked, walking so fast that it seemed you were training for the olympics. "It's not my fault, blame Johnny and Tae, they convinced me to stay up all night to play Fortnite", Mark justified, his lack of sleep giving him an hard time to follow you. "You're lucky I already got the street memorized", you sighed, gaining even more speed; at this point you were basically running to arrive school in time. Luckily even if you are lazy af, you managed to enter the building few minutes before the start of the lessons, your best friend basically dying on the floor, trying to catch his breath.

Your other best friend was eagerly waiting for you in class instead, in fact the moment you put your shoes inside, she jumped at your neck. "Bestieee, you made me worry, I was afraid you were going to skip school", she complained cutely, pouting at you. "Sorry, Aeri, this idiot arrived late at my apartment and he almost screwed me up. And don't worry about that, it's too early to skip classes...maybe in a week or so", you reassured her, earning a punch on the shoulder. "Well, at least if you really have to, bring me with you", she added, her pout melting in an happy smile. "Sorry to interrupt the moment, but if things keep going this way, I may have to change class soon: I can't stand this bitch acting lovey-dovey", Winter said, feigning to puke. "Shut up, Minjeong, it's not my fault if you have nobody who you can be affectionate to", Giselle rolled her eyes, clearly pissed by the tease of her friend. "Ah no? I don't? Too bad", Winter shrugged, before going towards her seat, but not before giving you a last quick look, and, damn, you felt your heart stopping for a second in front of her smirk.

Soon enough the lesson started, so you barely had the time to greet all your classmates. Of course it was not the case of your deskmate, Ning, who already seemed way more comfortable around you compared to the previous day. "Already late? You're such a bad student", Ning teased you in a whisper, giggling slightly, hidden by her books. "What are you talking about? I arrived before our teacher, so I'm still a model student", you replied, while taking notes of the argument miss Sunny was explaining in the meanwhile. You kinda got Ning already, she was on the surface all cute and shy, but deeply she was this lethal teasing machine. Aeri suggested during last night call to simply ignore her or tease her back and for now it was working. Ning bit her lower lip, almost holding back her next tease, but probably seeing you all focused on the lesson, she must have decided to let it go.

The chance for her was going to arrive really soon. During the mid morning break, Karina cautiosly got close to your desk, before placing a chocolate muffin on it. "Hey...good morning. We have not had the chance to talk at all today", she started the conversation, playing with the hem of her skirt shyly. "Yeah, you're right...is this for me?", you managed to overcome your brain freeze in front of her beauty. "Oh...yes. Giselle casually told me that you often don't have breakfast, so I bought this muffin for you...you know, as a way to thank you for becoming my friend", she admitted, becoming more red on her cheeks at every word. "Well, thank you, Jimin, I have a pit in my stomach right now, so perfect timing", your small joke made Karina chuckle, and it was your first time hearing someone so pretty having such a dorky laugh, but you loved the contrast.

"Look at our model student, already going behind the princess of the school", Ning immediately attacked once Karina went back to her place. You tried to ignore her but your eyeroll was not missed by the younger girl. "Seriously, you just needed a day to pick your target, you didn't even give a chance", she crossed her arms, ready to replicate yesterday scene, but actually her remark produced a different effect on you. "Why? Already interested on me? Such a bold way to confess", you replied, for once teasing her back. Your comeback surprised Ning who got speechless. "No, I...I...ehm, of course I'm not interested, you would like that situation, uh?", Ning tried to gain back the control of the situation, but she was defeated by her own tease. "No need to panic, I'll keer your crush on me secret. Oh, and don't worry, I'm still single...for now", you smirked, messing up her hair with your hand. She didn't expect you to play her like that, and the fact you managed to silence her right in time with the end of the break left her even more flustered. She needed to be more careful with her tease from now on, but she couldn't help but want wanting your attention for some reasons...

"Hey loser, wait for me", you heard a soft voice calling you from behind. You turned your head just to look at Minjeong skipping in your direction. "Why are you following me? You don't even know where I am going", you asked, intrigued by her behaviour. "Right? However I know where you are not going: the cafeteria; it's in the opposite direction", she tried to make you notice, pointing behind her without rotating her body at all. There was incredibly sassy yet cute in her, she really had a different aura compared to the other people of your class. "Yeah, I know, but I'm not hungry right now, so I wanted to explore this building", you explained waiting for her to finally reach you. "Oh yeah? You won't be already tired of your loved bestfriends, right?", why did everyone was so obsessed with teasing in class? Was it the trend of the moment or what? "No, not tired all, simply I ate a muffin before and now I'm full, but I know Aeri pretty well to know she would still force me to have enough protein to make me a bodybuilder", you explained kindly, making Winter nod in agreement. "Well, if you really want to explore, let me be your guide", she said, taking your wrist and starting to show you around.

"-and here we have the rooftop", the girl with bob says standing in front of a metal door. "Are we even allowed to come here?", you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Well...technically no, but I'm sure in this moment the custodian is in line for food as everyone else, so there won't be any problem", she said, taking out of her pocket a small key and insterting it in the door lock, before looking at you again and seeing your doubtful face. "But if you're too scared, we can skip this place", she added, leaning against the wall and waiting for your next move. "Scared? Girl, you don't know me well enough", you snorted, pushing the wall to go out. Honestly this was an unnecessary risk but there is no way someone can think you're a coward. Winter followed you in the open space, a satisfied smile on her face. "You're an interesting one, aren't you?", she kinda praised you, walking toward a bunch of chairs, probably left on this rooftop by who knows how much. "I have always to beg Gigi and the others to come here with me", she explained with a sad smile and yet a bright sparkle in their eyes. "You should give your number, we can have a lot of fun together", she casually added, amusement clearly visible in her expression.

Also the second day of school somehow passed. Lessons were not terrible at all and you were starting to get your classmates and how to get along with them, even the most unhinged. You were putting your stuff in your backpack, when you saw Mark waving hands from the other side of the room. "Where are you going, man?", you asked confused, placing the backpack on just one shoulder, as usual. "Sorry, bestie, today I feel too tired, I need to go to sleep as soon as I can", he explained, standing on the threshold of the door. "But you have spent all the day napping instead of following", you protested, facepalming. "Yeah, but it's not the same as resting on my bed, you know", he justified, stretching and yawning. "Also, you already know the way perfectly, and it's not like I'm letting you go alone anyway", he added, disappearing from your sight, letting you even more confused. "Who are you talking about?", you shouted behind him, and the answer appeared, grabbing your arm tightly. "He's talking about me, dummy!", she exclaimed, snuggling againts your shoulder.

"...I can't believe they really made My Hero Academia end in that way!", Giselle said, wiping her laugh tears away. "For real, and I thought Attack on Titan had the worst ending", you replied, snickering loudly. The two of you walked with your arms linked, talking about some of the manga you were reading those days; it's a costum you two developed since the first days of your friendship and it was refreshing to be able to do it finally face to face. Slowly you arrived in front of the building where your apartment was. "So here we are...", Aeri mumbled, looking down at her feet; you could tell from her tone and body language that she didn't want to let you go already. "Hey Aeri...maybe do you want to...come inside?", you proposed, massaging your neck, a bit embarassed. Aeri was your best friend and you wanted to spend more time with her too, but she was still a really pretty girl and that would have been the first time you two were alone somehwere. "Really? Oh my God, yeah, I was hoping you would have asked me", she cheered, not losing yet another chance to squeeze you in a warm embrace.

"Finally I can see the inside of your cave, yesterday you were able to escape, but today you're all mine", she joked, admiring the really plain interior of your house."Yeah, it's not like there is much too see, I moved here few days before school started", you explained, removing your backpack and launching it on a random place of your small living room. "I can tell, this room is so anonymous that it seems fake", she made you notice, making you shrug, it was not your fault for school had no taste in interior design. "You know what? I will help you to give to this house a touch of style", she announced, nodding, sure of her decision. "I'm on board, as long it's my style and not yours", you teased her, obtaining a middle finger from your best friend. "Thank you for tha...hey, where are you going?", you asked, seeing her going toward the home door. "I told you, I'm going to help to decorate this place, and I'm starting from now. Be ready to work hard tomorrow after school", she told you, her mind already planning on what changement to do. You opened the door for her. "Thank you for letting me come inside, see you tomorrow, bestie", she said, before quickly pecking at your cheek and going on her way, ready to go who knows where. After she was gone, you plopped once more on your couch, closing your eyes and living through your memory the day that has just passed: Ning, Jimin, Minjeong, Aeri...everyone of them made you felt something different. You were not used to feel so much stuff where you lived, but honestly you couldn't wait to experience even more.

[potentialguybodyswaps]

Cum Locked Into a Marine:

Are you in the military but feel like you joined the wrong branch? well there’s a way to swap branches, only catch, you have to swap bodies with someone in that branch and live their life, you can always swap back but only after both parties have finished their contract, so if you have 1 year left on yours, and you decided to swap with a fresh boot, you gotta finish the rest of their contract

Not many people wanna swap with a guy fresh out of boot camp but I did.

I’ve spent a year in the navy and didn’t like it one bit, when I joined I was hoping to join a brotherhood but the comrodery wasn’t there , when I was in A school, the base I was at for training was actually a joint base with the army, navy, Air Force and marines

Something that always upsetted me is when ever we’d see the marines, they were fine as fuck, for no reason, hands down the best looking fucking branch, no homo.

Even when I got to my ship and did a deployment with the marines onboard, they always looked hot and way fitter, if I would have join them instead of the navy, I’d definitely have abs but a lot of the navy struggles to stay within height and weight regulations

So I decided I wanted to swap with a marine, I made an account for the Body Exchange Program (or B.E.P. For short) and went to the subsection for military swaps and clicked on the marine branch to see what bodies were available

One thing I loved about the B.E.P. Is while the swaps are basically contracts and ment to last for the agreed time, they’re a couple ways to get out of that aswell… The B.E.P. Isn’t actually ment for long term swaps, so the only real way to do so is by breaking the TOS (terms of servicing). if both parties end up ejaculating while swaped, they end up locked in each others bodies

A lot of them had high standards in order to swap with them but I did find one Private named Matt Cummings. his profile says he’s only been out of boot camp for a week now and hates it, willing to swap with anyone from any branch as long as their not old.

I’ve only done 1 out of my 5 years so it didn’t bother me basically losing a year and having to restart a 5 year contract, especially if it ment I got to look hot as fuck and be a marine

Luckily I was only about 3 years older so I sent a request and after a little talking he agreed saying “I’d love to be in the navy and see more countries than just being deployed and stuck in 1”

Since we were in the same time zone this would actually be somewhat easy, we just set the time to swap to 3 A.M. when we’re both sleeping, and since we both actually had the next couple days off, it’d give us time to adapt and try to figure out our new lives

He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this, promising it’s not like how I think it is. And I told him yes I’m sure…

Unfortunately he was one of the few profiles on here that didn’t have a profile pic so I was a bit worried about walking into this blind, but checking out the basic stats on his profile made me a bit more confident, 5’10 and 140. At the very minimum I might lose like 2 inches of height but atleast I lose about 40 pounds of weight also haha

I woke up the next day in a bed that didn’t belong to me and a dorm room that didn’t look familiar to me. Needing to piss I flung the blanket off me and saw that I was in nothing but my underwear, I rushed to the head (bathroom in military talk) and lowered them to piss and was kinda shocked, nothing too special about the dick, I mean about the same size as my actual body, but maybe a bit longer, ok, more than a little, I had to be atleast 3 and a half inches soft now, bro probably had like atleast 2 inches on me hard, I don’t know yet, so I’ll assume im about 6.5 or 7 inches hard maybe more now. What had me shocked tho was that I’m now uncircumcised! This is awesome man! I always wanted to be uncut. I just woke up and I’m glad this guy wanted to swap, definitely lucked out.

After I got done pissing and shooked my dick, I went to the sink to drink some water straight from the facet, after I got done drinking I stood up water dripping down my face onto my chest and onto my thin 6pack… if you could even call these abs, I’m not sure, maybe inbetween toned and abs status. Finally taking the chance to look in the mirror, I believe I lucked out, this guy seems to be one of the finer looking ones

While admiring my new self in the mirror I started to get hard and decided to check out the goods, pulling my underwear down my initial assessment seemed to be right, definitely bigger than my original body, so definitely atleast 7 inches. I decided to save playing with myself for later, hate to be a cliche and immediately go to touching myself after a swap, I’ll save it for later when I decide to act like a true marine and go get day drunk!

I tried finding some clean clothes but everything that wasn’t a uniform item was kinda just thrown onto the floor so I don’t know which piles are clean and which are not… I decided to take from the pile that smelled the lest like B.O. and get dressed

Once dressed I grabbed a backpack I saw laying around and left the onbase housing and found a store that happened to sell some IPA’s in there. I got a 6 pack and headed back to my room. on the way to the store and on the way back I was getting looks from everyone like I’m doing something I shouldn’t be, can’t be the alcohol can it? I mean no way, I tucked it into my bag. I mean, ya bro didn’t check the back of my CAT card to see my date of birth, so it’s technically underage drinking, but no one knows I have beer in my backpack nor does that explain the looks I was getting on the way to the store in the first place

I shrugged it off and just went back inside to my room. Once in I started drinking right away after I found some good shows to watch on this guys phone, I don’t know his password but the finger ID works, I’ll have to message him and ask him for the code later

It was taking me longer than usual to finish these due to not liking the taste anymore, and they were fucking me up more than usual making me a bit nauseous, I guess it makes since, this Matt guy has only been in for a week, probably didn’t have a taste for alcohol yet, not to mention different tastebuds in general, dam that sucks, this was one of my favorite brands too!

It took me almost 3 hours but I was finally on the last one, on a scale of like 1-10 I was probably a 6 on the drunk scale, trying not to throw up, which is ironic sense I use to black out and wake up never throwing up once throughout the night

When I get drunk I like to start cleaning or working out drunk, makes everything a bit more fun, I decided to do laundry, sense I can’t tell what’s clean and what’s not, I decided to just wash everything on the floor

Once I put everything in the washer I had a thought, technically I don’t know if the clothes I put on today were clean or not, and after spending some time in them today, technically they are dirty “fuck it” I said outloud and stripped completely naked tossing my clothes into the washer too before starting it

I went back and sat on the couch buck ass naked, it always felt weird walking around naked, so the fact that I’m doing it now in a slimmer body, balls swinging? Was kinda erotic, I started to get hard but the hornyness turned into fear when I herd a knock at the door

I remained still hoping they’d just go away, but then herd the sliding of the lock and the door open

“Aye Private FuckFace, I gotta talk to you. A sergeant and 2 corporals came in with him and closed the door behind them. For some reason I forgot that I was totally nude and thought it’d be a good idea to just start playin a movie again and pretend like I didn’t hear them

They walked around the corner into the living room to see me naked on the couch making them freeze and recalculate for a few seconds

I tried to not look up at them and continue watching my phone

“Well what do we have here” the sergeant said walking up to me

“Uh, uh, nothing much sergeant, just watchin a movie, you?”

“Me? What do I have? Let’s see, I’m given the task of coming to scald you for going out in public today and not shaving, what is this? Like my 3rd time telling you in the last week since you’ve been here that you have to shave EVERY DAY. And now I have YOU sitting on the couch, buck ass naked with beer cans on the table” he yelled knocking my partially full can over

“So that’s what we’re doing now? Underage drinking in base housing, not shaving. Sitting in the couch naked, legs open, not even trying to cover yourself, you know I told you if you kept fucking up I was gonna cum on your fucking face Private Cummings, I wasnt joking” he said unbuckling his belt

It didn’t register with me the first time, but it did the second, I’m so fucked up right now that I totally forgot that I was nude, fuck. Wait did he just say he was gonna fuck my face!?

I went to get up off the couch but he pushed me hard when I got half way up, sending me back on the couch.

“Now you know the rules to this, you can try to get out of this but I doubt you’ll be able too” he said nodding to the two corporals as he pulled his 5 inch hard dick out

I went to get up a second time but the corporals went behind the couch, each grabbing an arm and holding it back so I can’t go anywhere

“Suck” he said dick inches away from my mouth

“Fuck that” I screamed trying to spit on his dick as a sign of disrespect

Due to my slow reaction time the moment I tried to build up saliva and spit out on his dick, he just Jammed it in my mouth the second I opened it

I didn’t dare move, I’m not gonna fuck him up by hitting his dick but I’m not sucking it ether

I quit trying to fight to get up and just fell back into the couch more trying to get the dick to come back out my mouth

“Private FuckFace you are to suck my dick until I cum in your mouth, do you understand? That’s an order soldier” the sergeant said yelling at me

The moment he said “that’s an order” it’s like the combination of my boot camp instincts and this Cummings guy’s kicked in and I just quit resisting giving in and sucking his dick

Like a good soldier does, I gave it my all trying to do a good job and I suppose I did cause he yelled “I’m about to cum” I sped up a bit just so I can be done with this gay shit, the moment he started to blow his load in my mouth I quit sucking, but he wouldn’t pull out

I looked up to see my sergeant looking down on me, saying “you know the rules, now swallow, Private”

The moment I swallowed my sergeant nodded again and the corporals finally let go, they came back around the couch laughing

“Oh my god sergeant did he actually do it? Haha” one of them said laughing

“Yep, he swallowed it, which by Marine Social Code, means you, private fuck face, are officially my bitch now and have to do whatever I say whenever I say it” the sergeant said with a smile

“Bro what the fuck is wrong with y’all, fuck that I’m not nobodies bitch, you just mad a private has a bigger dick then you dude” I said standing up

“Private I told you, you know the rules, if anyone is able to take you by force and make you swallow their cum, your their bitch now, you could have gotten out of the hold we had you in, you just decided to say fuck your training, I feel like becoming a bitch all of a sudden right? Just accept it for what it is and do what I say like a good little bitch”

One of the corporals decided to tap the sergeant and ask him a question

“So uh, sense he’s your bitch now, do we get any sort of compensation for helping you? I mean he did put up a fight in the beginning and make us put some effort into holding him down, for someone that decided to become a bitch, he should have known he shouldn’t fight with his superiors” one of them said

The sergeant smiled and said “perhaps… Private go ahead and suck these two’s dicks aswell, take as much time as you’d like”

“No dude what the fuck is your problem I’m not doing that gay shit I’m a marine” I said angrily

“Private, you will suck these two men’s dick, that’s an order” the sergeant said

Once again it was like something in me was triggered and I proceeded to get down on my knees to make it easier for them to stick it in.

“ and you might be a marine but your a fresh marine, ment to be made into whatever the fuck we want you to be, if we want you to be the bottom bitch of the whole platoon, guess what your doing? Suckin dick just like we want you too” the sergeant said as I was giving one of the corporal the works

Both the corporals were bigger than the sergeant, so my only assuming is that the sergeant likes to get drunk with his power and assert it whenever he can, like now

After I got done blowing the first corporal, just like the sergeant did… he ordered me to swallow after cumming in my mouth. laughing, he pulled out and let the 2nd corporal take his turn

This time I didn’t need any instructions and just knew to swallow that way his dick come out my mouth faster, I hated every second of this, I thought the marine corps was the straight bad ass branch but I guess their even worse than the navy somehow

As I swallowed the 2nd corporal’s load I moved my eyes and glanced over at sergeant to see a pissed off expression

“What sergeant, I’m just doing what you told me to do” I said feeling the urge to please my superior officers

“I told you to suck their dicks, I didn’t necessarily say to let them cum in your mouth and swallow it, did i” he said rubbing his hands against the sides of the his temple

“Your point” i asked

“My point is now that you swallowed their cum, your all of our’s bitch now…. man you must really love this don’t you? It’s ok private, I knew from the beginning you must be a little gay from our first encounter, with that being said, we’ll round up the rest of the platoon and make sure you have plenty of cum to swallow and dicks to suck by the end of the week, I’m sure the rest of the guys will be ecstatic to find out they can get free blowjobs whenever they want and not have to go out into town to get it. Good work private” he said now smirking a little bit

“Ok I’ll leave the rest to you two” sergeant said and then walked out

Once the sergeant walked out the corporals both started dying laughing

“Hold up just stay right there private, ima make a call to the E-4 Mafia and get you some more dicks to suck tonight” one of them said pulling out their phone and started reading aloud the text he was sending to a group chat

“E-4 mafia, new platoon bitch is with me right now, drunk as fuck, giving out free blowjobs and swallowing, hit me up if you’d like to get in on this day one, goal is to get him to swallow every guy in the platoon by the end of the week” and send he said

Guys, come on now, this isn’t cool, y’all are gonna make me get a STD or something, you really want that? I said panicking

“Really only a problem for the ones after/if you get one private, but I think most would say it’d be a fair trade off in the hopes of having a platoon wide bitch, it’s gonna be a long 4 years for you dude haha” he said sitting down on the couch keeping an eye on me to make sure I don’t escape before his buddies show up

For some reason thinking about what just happened has me getting hard, the sergeant can go kill himself for all I care, but just like my new marine body, these corporals are starting to look kinda hot

The one that send out the group chat noticed I got hard and addressed me

“You find this hot Cummings” he said with a sly smile on his face

“I got something for you private, just go ahead and close your eyes and start stroking your dick dude, slowly”

I do so, and next thing I know I hear the corporal searching his bag behind me untill he found something, I herd a bag open and he asked me

“ do you like poppers private”

“I love them! What type of popper tho? Like jalapeño poppers?” I said starting to sound excited from the sound of food, drinking on a empty stomach wasn’t my brightest idea

As I’m still stroking my uncut cock I feel the corporal grab the back of my head and go

“ no these ones” he said as he forced my face into the bag inhaling chemicals

It suddenly felt like my dick was about to explode and so I let go immediately but it was too late

My dick started to twitch for a few seconds before I shot my load all over myself

“Noo!! What the fuck was that I yelled”

What I thought you said you liked poppers? I just figured I’d help you get off since you’ll be helping a lot of guys tonight he said with that same sly smile

My whole life has been turned upside down, I was hoping if I could make it pass the next few days the B.E.P. Would swap us back knowing I never cummed, not wanting the swap to be locked in

But now I’m stuck as this private Cummings guy for sure, since the corporal wanted to mess with me and make me cum myself, locking me in this body for years to come

#edit, I’ll try to make a patreon next week where y’all can see the pictures I really want to use for these stories 😏

[mitch-the-silly]

Hi I’m new to your blog so I apologize if I requested anything wrong in this ask

Could I request a vox x reader where reader comes crying to vox and as he is trying to comfort her someone walks in which makes him switch up to kind and soft to mean and unfair towards reader at one point even pointing out her insecuritys on accident which makes reader cry more and kinda distance herself from him. How would vox feel and comfort ready after this?

Thanks and have An amazing day!

No no, it's ok! You'll find that I LOVE writing angst. It's honestly my area of expertise. And I LOVED this idea so much that when I was looking through my asks just now, I was like "Eh, lemme go to sleep" but I saw your ask and knew I could afford to sleep a bit later!

Anyway, mean Vox is very much real to me (mayhaps even canon)-

For extra angst, The one to walk in will be Valentino and some other Overlords (but mainly Valentino because I hate his goofy, bald ass).

Vox x fem!reader

Angst!!!

Warnings: Valentino (EWWWW)

"Roses are Made of Thons"

You felt distressed, only one person in this world could console you and you knew it. So you ran to his office and buried yourself in his chest. Your lover, Vox, held you close to him. He was caressing your face with gentle care. He was always so gentle and loving with you, so when he asked you what was wrong and you told him about your sorrows, you confided he’d keep to himself and help you.

“I… I tried my best, and I think I still look terrible! I mean, look at me… I just…” You sniffled, hiccupping from how desperate you were.

“Hey… hey… what did we say? I love you just the way you are. I think you’re cute, you don’t need to try to look good when you already look good.” He spoke, kissing your cheek.

“Really? Are you sure…? I just… I see all the models in your shows… and… I just…” You mumbled, tears threatening to stream down again.

“It’s just a show. And it's meant to appease those dirty fuckers who look like ugly fucking losers with absolutely zero contact with women. It’s not based on my standards…” He reassured you, kissing you again.

However, this would soon be gone, because the door to his office opened without a previous announcement, and storming in came Valentino along with some other overlords. “Ugh, Vox, I need you to settle something- Oh. Are you getting taken care of by your little putita?~” Valentino cooed at him, making fun of your relationship.

You knew he had a thing for Vox, and were very much aware he was salty that Vox had decided to be loyal to you. So it was obvious Valentino hated your guts despite you not really interacting with him.

“It’s nothing important, what do you need?” He smiled, wiping your tears and placing you on his lap. He held your head to his chest, trying to hide your lack of composure.

“Well, look, I had a few drug deals with these two, and I thought you’d paid them but- Vox… why is she moving like that?” Valentino paused, lowering his sunglasses and squinting at you attempting to see better.

“I already told you it was nothing. Are you gonna speak or not?” Vox scoffed, nudging you to stop it.

“She’s distracting me, Vox. Control your bitches or I’ll teach her how I control mine.” Valentino huffed, lighting his cigarette and rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, stop crying, I’m busy right now, go and cry somewhere else please.” Vox spoke, turning towards you, and pushing you off his lap. You tried to wipe your tears, but they kept rolling down your cheek.

Was this really what he was acting like right now? “V-vox but…”

“What is she even bitching about anyway? I bet it’s that outfit she had on. It’s not doing her any favors. I’d cry too if I was in that rag.” Valentino joked cruelly, the other overlords laughed… Vox did too.

“She’s just crying over her not looking good, cut her some slack!” Vox chuckled, and then he turned towards you. “Come on, I’ll get back to you once I’m done with this. Meet me in my room, sweetie.” Vox spoke casually, dismissing you completely.

You couldn’t believe it… he was just shoving you to the side. Giving you the cold shoulder over Valentino and the other overlords… He was making fun of you and even told them the one thing you told him not to say.

You felt hot tears roll down your cheek, and you ran out of the room. Ignoring Vox’s request to wait for him in his room. Matter of fact, you stayed in your own room for a couple of days, sulking, desiring to never see him again after what he’d done to you. You could hear him knock at your door, and try to make amends, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to open the door.

After a few days, you finally decided to come out of your room. Vox had been watching your hallway’s cameras for the past few days, and the second he spotted you out, he zapped to where you were.

“Y/n! Please! Can we talk?” He asked as you turned away form him, still mad at him.

“Please, I know I acted like an asshole, but… I just… If I showed them a soft side they weren’t gonna take me seriously! My whole business is a fake image of myself! If I don't uphold it, I'm fucked! My whole empire falls apart!” He cried out, almost groveling at your feet.

“You… you didn't have to tell them that about me… what I was insecure about…” You mumbled, tears threatening to creep in again.

“I know! And… I… I’m sorry, I was a fucking idiot and I was just feeding Valentino’s little games. I’m way too used to it, but I… I need to work on it, just please… Please don’t leave me! I fucked up, ok? I’m human, please don’t leave me over something I regret doing!” He pleaded, walking closer to you and taking your hand. Begging you for forgiveness.

“I… I need a bit more time… but… I accept your apology…” You mumbled, looking away. “Don’t do that again…”

“I won’t, I promise! I’ll give you your time, just… please don’t cut me off… The days you didn't talk to me were miserable… Please… I can’t live without you…” He begged.

“I heard you the first time… I’ll text you, don’t worry…” You mumbled back, reentering your room.

It was sort of a win for Vox, but he’d gotten too carried away. He’d already made sure to cuss out Valentino for his behavior. But he really had to get his life together. He just knew that if he pulled another one like this, he’d lose her.

[deancaspinefest]

Another Kind of Memory

Author: FriendofCarlotta | Artist: Aggiedoll

Posting on Wednesday March 20

Since a traumatic incident six years ago, Castiel Novak’s face has been disfigured by a scar. He’s resigned himself to being someone people can barely stand to look at, let alone love. Except his heart doesn’t seem to have gotten the message. When Dean Winchester takes over the convenience store down the street from Castiel’s bookshop, Castiel falls helplessly in love with his new neighbor. To make matters worse, Castiel’s sister Anna is also interested in Dean. Believing that Dean could never love him, Castiel decides to help Anna win his heart instead.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Hey,” Dean says. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Just… wanted to say hi.”

“Oh. Hi,” Castiel says, one hand fluttering nervously down his face and across his hair in an attempt to ensure he’s looking presentable. The tips of his fingers catch on the ugly, jagged ridge of his scar, and he remembers that “presentable” stopped being an option six years ago. He clears his throat and arranges his face in the polite mask of a consummate customer service professional. “Anything I can help you find?”

“Um.” Dean looks uncertain now, as though it’s a question he wasn’t expecting — despite the fact that it’s easily the most predictable question one could be asked in a bookshop. “I don’t know. I was just gonna browse, I guess.”

This is the point in a customer interaction where Castiel would usually withdraw, because “I’m just browsing” is universal bookstore code for “leave me the fuck alone.” But Dean doesn’t give any sign of wanting to walk away. Instead, he simply hovers in front of Castiel’s armchair, eyes gliding aimlessly (and somewhat helplessly) across the shelves to his right.

“What sort of things do you like to read?” Castiel finds himself asking, because it’s impossible not to take pity on a grown man who is capable of looking so bashfully lost.

“Anything,” Dean says. One of his hands flies to the back of his neck, rubbing at it. There’s something terribly endearing about the gesture — perhaps the fact that it makes him look like a boy who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Belatedly, it occurs to Castiel that it’s his turn to speak. His prolonged silence appears to have made Dean nervous, because he’s speaking again, a little too quickly to be altogether natural. “I know that sounds stupid. Like those people who say they like all kinds of music — which I don’t, by the way, just to be clear. Big classic rock fan. Zeppelin, the Stones. Metallica too, which I guess is classic rock these days and fuck, that’s kind of depressing. But, yeah. Anyway. Pretty much anything. Love Vonnegut and Kerouac, but I’ve read just about all their stuff. I’ll read sci-fi, horror, mysteries… actually, I guess I should say I read all kinds of fiction. Non-fiction kinda puts me right to sleep. My brother, Sammy, he’s a big fan though. Crazy about true crime for some reason.” Dean blows out a heavy breath. He abruptly seems to realize he’s scratching at his neck and lowers his arm back down, fingers twitching as if unsure what to do with themselves now. “You probably didn’t need to know all that, huh?”

“No, this is helpful,” Castiel says, getting up. “I’ll show you the layout of the store so you can see which shelves you might be most interested in.”

Somehow, Dean’s shyness makes him feel more at ease. When he first laid eyes on Dean, he thought someone as handsome as Dean must be a smooth and confident conversationalist. But he doesn’t seem to be, and somehow, that makes it easier for Castiel to hold up his own end of the conversation.

Or maybe it’s just that Dean doesn’t know how to talk to someone like Castiel. He wouldn’t be the first one.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Wednesday March 20)

[innaillus]

I got a bunch of questions concerning this AU Sukuna of mine. They inspired a lot of thoughts.

Please remember that my view is just my own subjective opinion. It is clouded by my unhealthy affection towards him, and it is developed based on my own bias and unprofessional analysis of him.

Let me go one by one.

1) Occupation

He is either a mafia boss or just a good old CEO. In my opinion, one does not need to be in the underworld to be the devil he is. (I actually find it attractive if somebody "makes it" in legal ways. Seems much harder.)

On the other hand, I see parallels between yakuza and the historical/mythical figure of Ryomen Sukuna (being a folk hero and anti-government), so I think being an oyabun kinda suits him (or maybe someone lower-ranked, he seems a bit young, but who knows when it comes to him...)

Note: yes I'm aware that Gege specified that he is not identical to the mythical figure, but those stories line up with the background I imagine for him, the background that contributed to him turning out like this. That is an entirely different analysis though...

2) His thoughts? Hobbies?

He probably suffers/suffered from every drawback of a dysfunctional family or growing up in an orphanage, including but not exclusive to trust issues, attachment issues and self-control issues (alcohol, drug, women), etc. However, he got these setbacks under his control. He had nothing so he wants and gets everything, he had no one so now he wants and gets everyone but never keeps anyone close by for too long (unless they are useful in a professional environment).

He is a very active and competitive person. He is a workaholic, he made it to the top at a relatively young age. He ruthlessly used everything and everyone at his disposal and reached all of his goals. He ended up lonely at the top, which, on one hand, is the essence of his nature and source of his ego and pride, and it is also how he feels comfortable, utterly detached from the good will of anyone. On the other hand, it's probably very lonely. Of course he also rationalised this and swept it under the rug. It turned him bitter, quite a nihilist and even more selfish. He very likely prioritises low-effort relationships in his personal life, unwilling to create attachment to anything other than himself.

His hobbies may include

culinary pleasures (as canon)

mastering new skills, such as languages, shooting, cooking, etc

he enjoys pushing his own boundaries in gym/sport (probably everything else too)

he also enjoys fine and expensive things in life, like cigars, wine, etc

He needs constant mental stimulation to stay content.

3) Deformities

Option A:

He is just a human. He has only 4 limbs. He lost his right eye (and his right cheek?) in a fight or accident.

Option B:

Reincarnated demon lord fitting into society. I think he can morph his own body at will. He is hiding his deformed face that is also a source of some secret abilities.

4) His type?

If the question concerns his type in partners...

Option 1: Toys.

Anything goes. I think he likes people he can get rid of without much problem. Probably someone who doesn't need too much mental investment. Just make them have an interesting quirk that piques his curiosity, and easy to deal with. One thing though: I believe he is always 100% honest about his intentions. He never needs to lie and manipulate someone into any kind of relationship with him.

Option 2: Partner.

He probably doesn't believe this person exists, as he is used to being alone and never experienced devotion and care. He automatically treats everyone as a toy, that's all he knows how to do, that is what is comfortable for him.

The problems start when he discovers emotional attachment to somebody. It probably stresses him out greatly, he doesn't know how to deal with it. It infuriates him and it takes a toll on his confidence and usually calm demeanor. Probably to a point till he behaves aggressive even towards the subject of his affection, unintentionally hurting her. It probably takes a lot of patience on both sides to get through this. It's possible he would try to treat her even more harshly than everyone else, to punish her for causing him such misery, hoping that she would abandon him - because he cannot abandon her.

This person is someone who can challenge him mentally. Somebody who is not identical to him, but he sees her as his equal, somebody who shares similar views and values but can broaden his horizons. She is intelligent, a free spirit willing to obey only him, mysterious but also honest, reserved and opens up only to him to reveal an endless treasury of new experiences. She is somebody who can challenge his authority and forces him to step up his game, but is also able to admit defeat and happy to submit. Power play is fine, but at the end of the day, it's him on top, always. Most importantly though, she is loyal and naturally reciprocates his efforts (if they ever reach that stage).

As far as physical traits go... (...was this what you really wanted to know and I was babbling about her character?)

I think he likes it when a woman takes care of herself, but doesn't like them "fake". I also think he likes long hair and feminine characteristics (typical beauty standards of the Heian period). I think he admires natural beauty and can be fascinated by many different features though.

5) Colors

complexion: slightly darker (not super fair like Gojo's skintone) Google says it's "medium beige" but it sounds weird, haha

eyes: red

hair: I use a darker shade than the official true form art, resulting in a pale mahogany color

Here you go, @rosemaydone321 ! Sorry, it got long.... Hope this is what you meant with the questions. Thank you!

[klausysworld]

Hello, can you imagine where you are the girlfriend of Klaus and a werewolf and they love each other very much and when they travel together to New Orleans the witches kidnap you and tell you that you are pregnant (hope) and when Klaus finds out he gets angry and says things horrible and leaves you to get killed (basically chapter 1 of the originals) so you, scared and thinking that Klaus would kill you, contact your friend bonnie to break the link with sophie and you manage to escape, and when klaus he realizes what he did, is very sorry for what he said and returns with Elijah to the witches to see that you disappeared and the witches tell him that you escaped, which leaves Klaus heartbroken, on a mission to find the love of his life and his daughter.

You’ve lost your girl

Pt 2 Pt3

I was sat on the dirty floor of the grounds of a witches cemetery thing with an overly confident group if bitches.

Elijah was stood in the doorway quietly conversing with the one called Sophie, his facial expressions giving away nothing as he glanced over to me, i nodded my head with a sarcastic smile and thumbs up making the corner of his mouth twitch.

Honestly, what the fuck was this. I’ve been sat here in the dark for like a week, minimal food and water and the only conversation was

“i can’t believe that we’re letting that beast have a child”

which resulted in somebody having a broken nose and my hands being tied up and behind my back. Thankfully Elijah had demanded that they undid them, they did so without question.

Now we were just waiting for Klaus

Elijah approached me slowly, a look of bewilderment on his face, weird he’s showing emotion but okay

“it’s true…” he whispered, okay he was kinda freaking me out

“‘Lijah there is no possible way that i am pregnant, he’s literally a vampire, half wolf or not he’s still dead” he shook his head instantly

“i can hear it’s heartbeat” he muttered lowering himself to get closer to me, his hand reaching out to hover over my stomach

“no…that can’t be right…he’s dead” we locked eyes silently arguing before he took my hand with a sigh

“he is only half dead y/n, this is happening and we will all be here for you should you decide to keep it…even if you do not, we will still support you, i can give you my word on that”

“oh god Klaus, he’s not going to believe it is he? He’s going to think i slept with someone else or something- Oh my god Elijah i swear to god i did not, you know that right?” both our eyes were wide as he nodded vigorously

“i know that, Niklaus wouldn’t think that, he loved you and he knows you love him, come let’s get up and wait together”

and so we waited

and waited

eventually he turned up, and we both stood there watching as he threatened every witch in the room before turning his attention to us

“it’s a lie” was all he said but Elijah was quick to destroy that thought

“you can hear the heartbeat Niklaus” he sighed watching the rage build in his brothers eyes, softening for a split second before hardening once more

“you’ve been with somebody else!” he yelled, an accusatory finger pointing at me, my mouth opened to speak but he was already storming towards me, hovering over me in a threatening manner

“i brought you into my house, gave you my love and my loyalty and you do this!? You think that i or anyone else in my family will accept you and another mans child? You will not be welcome, not now and not ever.”

Tears streamed down my face silently as i took in his hateful glare, there was not an ounce of love evident, if this was the first time you saw this man, you would fear for your life and run.

My heart hurt, i could faintly hear Elijah trying to reason with Klaus. My own breathing was all i could hear, a quiet ringing in my ear echoing through my head. Muffled yelling was all i heard until suddenly there was a silence and they were gone. A very pitiful Sophie stood in-front of me, for the first time in a week she hasn’t looked annoyed or angry at me

“i know that you are trying to save your coven but can i borrow your phone real quick? if you’re going to kill me before Klaus does i need to say goodbye to someone” i whispered, my voice breaking when i said his name. Hesitantly she nodded and handed me her phone unlocked

“i’ll give you a moment alone” she smiled slightly before walking out

stupid.

I rushed through the phone calling the only number i could remember from someone in Mystic Falls

“who is this?” Caroline asked from the other side and i sighed in relief

“Care, it’s y/n. I can’t explain right now but i need Bonnie like immediately, please say she’s with you?” i spoke quietly glancing around the room. I heard some shuffling before the phone was passed about

“Hey whats wrong?” Bonnie, thank fuck for Bonnie Bennet.

“You know i love you and i wouldn’t ask you to do something unless it was absolutely necessary right?”

“what’s wrong? are you hurt?” she asked hurriedly

“can you do an unlinking spell from there? Im in New Orleans, pregnant and linked to a witch. I need to get out and get to you guys and i will explain everything but i need you to do this right now, my time window is small” i rushed heading approaching footsteps

“get out now, i’m doing it as we speak you just need to get out, just run, get a cab. If you don’t have money say you’ll pay when you arrive, straight to my house yeah?”

“thank you” i whispered before hanging up.

My footsteps were fast as i bolted for the exit, shoving the witch who tried to grab me and making a run for the busy streets. Pushing my way through the crowds until winding up in a cab praying that Bonnie had done it in time.

My fingers drummed against my thigh as i watched the car pull up outside Bonnies. Both her and Caroline cane running towards it with concerned faces. I was safe.

———————————————————————

(third person)

Klaus and Elijah were aggressively throwing each other around, clothes torn, hair a mess and supernatural faces on display

“Y/n would never do that to you and you know it! You’re a coward and a pathetic excuse of a man, you will step up to be the father you longed to have. Do not abandon this child!” Elijah demanded while flinging Klaus as a nearby wall

“That child is not mine! I will not sit by and watch the women that i love fawn over another mans baby! I will not be her option! I cannot have children, I cannot procreate, we know this! Rebekah had searched for centuries to see if it were possible! I can’t, i mentally can’t sit there and be a happily family with her when she has slept with another, she is meant to be mine!” he cried, tears slipping past his glossy eyes, rage, confusion and devastation mixing together

“Niklaus you are half werewolf, you have only recently unlocked this side to yourself. Y/n is also a werewolf, together you are far more likely to conceive a child. You know that one of her first fears was that you would accuse her of cheating on you? She was afraid you would do the very thing that you did. She loves you as much as you do her, do not loose somebody who finally loves you unconditionally, she was willing to move away from her family, live with us, a group of original vampires. For gods sake Niklaus, Kol tried to kill her the first time he knew her to be a wolf, Rebekah was instantly mad that another women was in the house but she stayed for you. She got to earn our trust for you. She would never hurt you.”

Klaus and Elijah both stood breathing heavily as Elijah watched his brothers mind run. Silence followed them as they returned to the witches for Klaus’s love.

All the witches looked like they were ready to sprint, eyes wide and the scent of fear heavy in the air

“where’s Y/n?” Elijah asked warily watching as Klaus searched the few rooms

“uhm- she sort of-“

“escaped. She’s gone and unlinked, we’ve lost our leverage and you’ve lost your girl”

within seconds nearly every witch was dead.

Throats torn, heads missing, blood everywhere.

Elijah didn’t dare intervene his brother. Every emotion crashed over in such a small amount of time as he threw anything he could whether it be objects or people. His voice bounced off the walls as he yelled a jumble of “she thinks i hate her” , “she’s gone” , “she’s never going to forgive me” , “she’s pregnant” and “my child is gone”

Eventually Klaus somewhat calmed down and immediately dragged his older brother to the car beginning to drive back to Mystic falls, it’s the only place she could be and he needed to find her before she got away again.

[jinkoh]

lip gloss

younghoon x fem!reader

summary: younghoon really likes your lip gloss. what he doesn't like is the silly bet his friends made about you...

tags: strangers to friends to lovers, secret relationship (kinda), fluff, a little jealousy, alternating povs, clothes sharing (v briefly), SFW

wordcount: ~4,8k

a/n: who would have thought i'm coming back after a writer's block with a completely new group--certainly not me lol 🤡 i have accidentally developed an obsession with the lip gloss mv and spent an ungodly amount of time watching it

this is my first time writing for tbz (and i also don't know them that well yet) so pls be kind 👉🏻👈🏻

also this fic is entirely to be blamed on @blizzardfluffykpop bc we came up with the idea together. thanks for brainrotting with me, kate ❤️

Masterlist

Younghoon liked his friends, he really did. It was just that at times he had to remind himself of the fact. Like now, when they were making yet another stupid bet among themselves, fueled as so often by the never ending quarrel between the beach volleyball players and the surfers. Younghoon wasn’t a surfer but neither did he play beach volleyball, except for the rare occasions when they were missing a man, so he usually got out of these antics fine without picking a side. Still, this time the guys were being too much. Younghoon had already turned to Sangyeon in hopes of ending this nonsense, but to his utter disappointment even Sangyeon was in on this, confidently nodding along that his team would win.

It wasn’t that Younghoon didn’t understand the temptation—who wouldn’t want an excuse to talk to you? You’d caught his attention too when he’d come to the beach a few days ago. It was starting to get hot, spring slowly turning into summer, and the owner of the little beach bar had decided it was time to kick off the season. Instead of him though, someone else was manning the bar. You had an arm propped up on the counter and mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Younghoon couldn’t blame you, the bar wasn’t usually busy until later so it wasn’t like you had anything better to do. Without paying it any mind, he jogged down the beach to the volleyball net where he knew to find the others, the girl from the bar quickly forgotten over a very imbalanced game. In fact he didn’t think of you again until he walked back to the bar to get some soda for everyone. There still weren’t any customers around, but instead of doom scrolling you’d taken out some lip gloss, using your phone’s camera as a mirror as you swiftly applied it to your lower lip. He felt he shouldn’t be watching this, but he also couldn’t look away. There was something so captivating about this scene. Just when you were smacking your lips together (twice) you seemed to have noticed his gaze. You looked up with surprise in your eyes before giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, didn’t see you there. What can I get you?” The gloss made your lips look shiny. Maybe he had already been a goner then.

So, it really wasn't that he didn't understand. But betting on who’d get your number first seemed a bit much and, frankly, kind of rude too. There was no stopping them though, but perhaps he could at least give you a little warning?

He got up from where everyone was sitting on the sand, just far enough from the shore to not get wet, and jogged back to the wooden path that led further up the beach and to the bar.

“Where are you going?” Eric yelled behind him. “Not getting a head start, are you?”

Younghoon huffed a laugh. “What makes you think I’d join a silly bet like that?”

Eric grinned. “Scared of even trying, huh?”

“Mhm, sure.”

With a shake of his head he walked the last few meters to the bar, where he sat down on one of the stools at the counter. Once more, it was empty despite being late at night, but he supposed not everyone had the freedom to come out here this late on a weekday.

“So,”  you turned to him with a mischievous grin, before he could even say anything. “What kind of bet were you talking about?”

He ran his hands through his hair. “You heard that?”

“Was hard not to.”

“I’m not sure you really want to know.”

“I don’t care either way. But you guys have been stealing glances at the bar this whole time—you better not do anything that will get me in trouble with the boss.”

“They wouldn’t,” Younghoon didn’t hesitate to reply. Sure, they were silly and stupid at times, but they wouldn’t put someone’s job on the line for funsies. “But they also weren’t exactly looking at the bar.”

“They weren’t, huh?” You grinned and Younghoon couldn’t help but notice the shimmer of your lip gloss.

“It’s your number,” he said, tearing his eyes away from your lips. “They want your number.”

You nodded slowly, looking more amused than offended. There was a challenging glint in your eyes. “So, you think getting my number is silly?”

The question caught him off guard so his reply came out a little too slow to be smooth. “No, that’s far from silly. Just betting on it is.”

“Hmm, how do I know you’re not secretly in on it though?”

“Why would I butcher my chances by telling you about the bet then?”

You leaned over the counter a bit, propping up your head with your closed hand. “Maybe this is your strategy to appear upright and honest?”

He stifled a laugh. “Well, I’m honest. I don’t know about the rest.”

 “Fair enough.”

Younghoon didn’t get your number that night, but neither did anyone else and that gave him a little satisfaction. He’d offered to try and talk them out of it again, but you’d declined. “No,” you’d said with a grin. “I wanna see them try. It sounds fun.” 

He thought he possibly liked more about you than just your lip gloss.

The guys went all out. Some attempts didn’t seem too bad while others gave him a strong sense of secondhand embarrassment. But you seemed to be having fun with it, so who was he to intervene? And maybe, just maybe, he liked the way you’d throw him knowing glances from time to time, sharing a secret only for the two of you to know.

Yet, he wondered if maybe one of them would manage to sway your heart—he’d seen Kevin steal you away during your break earlier, to take you to the wooden jump tower near the cliffs. He liked to boast about his diving, and from the way Younghoon could hear you laughing from afar you seemed to be having fun. He stalled for a moment, watching how you were sitting on the pier, your feet dangling in the water. When Kevin pushed himself up with his arms to get onto the pier next to you, you playfully shoved him back, making him go under with a splash. He was laughing when he came back up, and so were you. That was a good thing, right? You were having fun. You already knew the thing with the bet too, so if you liked Kevin in spite of that then who was Younghoon to interfere? Kevin was a good guy anyway, and bet or not he seemed genuinely interested. No, there shouldn’t be any problem.

And yet, Younghoon felt bitter about it, a greedy part of him wishing he could have that laugh all to himself.

“So, can I have your number? In case I need a buddy to go diving with again sometime?” Kevin grinned up at you from the water, brushing back his wet hair. It reminded you of Younghoon, the way he’d run his hand through his hair every few minutes, pushing it out of his forehead just for it to fall right back into place. Maybe you should buy him some bobby pins—probably not. After all, you liked when he did that.

“Is that smile a yes?” Kevin pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? Ah, sorry, left my phone at the bar,” you both knew it was just an excuse, but Kevin didn’t seem particularly offended. He swam over to the pier, resting his arms on the wooden board and propping up his chin.

“What has you so happy then?”

“Nothing much. Just a friend.”

“I can be a friend too,” he replied playfully. 

“Sure, friend,” you easily agreed, ignoring the flirty undertone that defeated the meaning of his words. Friends you could do.

To be honest, your expectations for this summer had been low. You didn't know anyone in this small town aside from your uncle and even though you had a good relationship with him, you could picture better ways to spend the hot season than helping out at his bar. To your surprise though, you were slowly starting to enjoy your time here. When you’d first heard of the bet it hadn’t left the best impression, but seeing them try so hard to impress you was a little cute and despite everything they seemed like sweet, genuine guys. And the fact that you knew about the bet made it pretty fun to watch the spectacle, even more so since you had someone to share mischievous smiles about it with. It felt like you were partners in crime, a secret friendship blooming between the two of you that had no real reason to be secret aside from the thrill of it all. 

You weren’t the fondest of riding the bicycle. In fact, back at home you didn’t even own one. You lived in the next bigger town and you got around just fine using public transport. That seemed unthinkable here though, with two buses running a day—one in the morning and one at night. So, if you didn’t want to walk everywhere, you had to make do with your cousin’s old bicycle that he’d used before he’d moved out for college. It was a little rattly but it was holding up pretty well—or at least that had been the case until today. You weren’t sure what exactly happened, but suddenly the counter pressure when pedaling had disappeared, and you’d almost fallen forward over the bicycle’s handlebars. Now you were standing at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, not even half way back to your uncle’s place with no reception and a chain that was just loosely hanging off the gears. It being night didn’t really help you to feel better about it all. While you knew it was probably safer here than in some street downtown that was bustling with drunk people, it still felt scarier, the tall trees along the road looming over you. Begrudgingly you pushed the bicycle forward, the lamp flickering weakly and barely doing anything to lighten up the path ahead.

In the distance, you heard the sound of an engine approaching, and the thought of coming across someone on this deserted street made your stomach churn with dread. A brief glance behind you told you it was a motorcycle, the headlight almost a little blinding in the darkness. Just before it went past you, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would go by fast. You wanted to let out a relieved breath once it did, but then you heard the motor stopping only a few meters ahead. Your eyes snapped open, panic rushing through your veins as you watched the driver get off. Your grip around the handle bars tightened, making your knuckles turn white. You made a point of not looking at the guy, even when he came closer, but then you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n? You good?”

You raised your gaze in time to see him take off his helmet. He shook out his black hair before pushing it out of his forehead the way he always did.

“Younghoon.” Relief washed over you.

“Sorry, did I frighten you?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So, what happened?” He took an examining look at your bicycle. “Chain came off?”

You shrugged helplessly. “Whatever you say.”

He nodded slowly, running his hand through his hair once more. “I can fix that for you.”

“Really?”

“It’s pretty simple. But maybe something for daylight. Let me give you a ride home and we’ll come back for it tomorrow?”

You glanced over to the motorcycle that was waiting a little ahead and then back to Younghoon. Your expression must have been weary because he grinned. “Don’t worry I have a spare helmet. And I’m a safe driver too.”

“I wasn’t doubting you.”

“It’s fine if you were.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Mhm, sure,” he stepped a little closer, putting the helmet on for you and closing the fastener under your chin. Your breath caught when his fingers brushed against your skin, the feeling lingering despite the fleetingness of the touch. “Ready to go?”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, trying to get a grip of yourself. “Just a—let me just—,” instead of finishing your sentence you just gestured towards your bicycle instead. He huffed a laugh and watched as you pushed it further to the side and leaned it against a tree in safe distance to the road. Once you’d locked it, you turned back around to Younghoon who was still looking at you. 

“Ready,” you croaked.

He smiled, and despite the darkness of the night you could see the small crinkles forming in the corners of his eyes. “Good.” 

You walked the few meters to his bike in silence and you thought there was an odd tension there. Or maybe you were just nervous about the ride, you reasoned with yourself. He got out his spare helmet, pushing his hair out of his forehead once more before putting it on. With ease he swung his leg over the machine before patting the leather of the seat behind him. You got on too, certainly looking a lot less dignified than he did and shuffled back as far as you could to bring some distance between the two of you. Before starting the motor, he looked back at you once more. “Hold on tight.” Unsure what exactly to hold onto, you clung to the edges of the seat, your nails digging into the leather.

He didn’t drive too fast, surely out of consideration for you, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. When he hit a small bump in the road, you let out a shriek, your arms instinctively letting go of the seat to wrap around his waist instead. You held on tight, the distance you’d made sure of before completely forgotten. Once you’d recovered from the brief shock though, you wondered if this was okay or if you’d overstepped. But Younghoon didn’t say anything about it and you didn’t want to let go again, not when you felt so safe with your arms wrapped around him.

The ride was over way too quickly, and you almost wished you’d given him wrong directions when he stopped in front of your uncle’s house. Chances of him catching on would have probably been high though, considering he was from here while you were just here for the summer.

“Are you sure it’s this one?” Younghoon said, after he’d taken off his helmet, looking at the house questioningly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I just didn’t know you were related to the owner.”

“He’s my uncle,” you explained matter of factly. “But how do you know he lives here?”

Younghoon chuckled. “This is a pretty small town, you know?”

“Right,” you nodded. You took your helmet off too, awkwardly holding it out for him to take. “So, uh, thanks for the ride.”

He tore his gaze away from the house to meet yours. “Was my pleasure.” There was that sweet smile again, making your heart melt. You smacked your lips together, the way you did when applying lipstick—a nervous habit of yours. His gaze flickered to the movement before wandering back up to your eyes. There was something there. He took a small step towards you, just a few inches but it felt like he was suddenly way up in your personal space. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn't move. Instead he just kept looking at you with an unreadable expression.

Unable to hold eye contact, you lowered your head, staring at your feet instead. “I should go inside then.”

“Mhm, you should. I’ll pick you up tomorrow? Is around noon good?”

“Pick me up?”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Your bicycle, remember?”

“Oh, of course. Noon is good. Should I give you my number? Maybe you can text me fifteen minutes or so before you’ll be here tomorrow?”

“Not worried that this is all just part of my scheme to win the bet?” His voice was quiet and yet there was a cockiness to it that made your heart race.

"Shut up." It was a weak comeback, but it put a grin on Younghoon's face. His gaze dropped to your lips once more before coming back up.

"Make me."

Your eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the bold implication of his words. You swallowed around the lump in your throat, your whole body was thrumming with nerves. Your gaze flickered to his lips. You inched closer. That's what he'd meant right? You wouldn't be overstepping if you kissed him now, right? You looked up into his eyes, just to be sure that you weren't misunderstanding things. But right when you did, he cupped your jaw with his hand, pulling you in until his lips crashed into yours. 

Kissing him felt so natural, it was as if all your secret smiles and shared grins had naturally led up to this moment. You kissed him until you felt breathless and even then you were reluctant to pull away. When you finally did, he didn't let you go too far, his thumb drawing patterns on your cheek and his eyes taking in every inch of your face.

"I think I should really go now," you eventually broke the silence when you couldn't endure it anymore.

"Okay," he whispered.

"Okay," you repeated. "I'll see you around noon."

Younghoon couldn’t stop himself from smiling on the whole ride home. You'd forgotten to give him your number, but he felt that it didn't really matter anymore. He could just ask you again tomorrow. After all, he'd gotten something way better tonight. He recalled the way your arms had held onto him tightly on the ride and your tousled hair after you’d taken off the helmet. Mostly, he recalled how warm your lips had felt against his. He couldn’t wait to see you again.

The chain was back on in a matter of seconds. Younghoon looked as if he’d done it a zillion times before.

“And you couldn’t have done that last night?” You asked from where you were standing next to him, watching as he wiped his fingers on a cloth. Nothing had happened since he'd picked you up and you'd driven back to your bicycle together. You almost wondered if it was all an odd fever dream and he didn’t actually kiss you.

“I did say it was easy," He admitted simply, "But it’s always better to check everything with proper lighting rather than letting you ride home on a potentially broken bicycle. Can’t risk you getting hurt, can we?" 

It was just common decency but somehow the way he said it, looking up at you with a cheeky grin, made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks flush. You avoided his gaze, your focus falling onto his jaw instead. “You have a little—” you motioned to your own face, trying to mirror where he’d stained his skin with grease just below the jaw line. He tried to wipe it away with the back of his hand, his grin traded for something more innocent. “There?”

The scene captivated you a little too much, thoughts of touching that jaw, of pulling him into a kiss circling your mind. In your daze, it took you a second to snap out of it. “Yeah,” you mumbled, not really paying attention. "There."

Younghoon thoroughly made sure the bicycle was safe to ride and only then started to pack up his tools. You watched as he diligently put them away. 

“How come you know how to do this?” you eventually broke the silence.

“What, putting a chain back on?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm,” he shrugged. “I like fixing things. And it comes in handy too, doesn’t it?” He said the last bit with a smile that you couldn’t help but return.

“Yeah, it does. Thanks again.” 

He got up and dusted off his pants. “It’s nothing. Call me if something happens again.”

“I will.” Your gaze followed him as he walked back to his bike, getting his helmet from where it hung off the handle bars. He didn't put it on just yet, taking a quick glance at the wing mirror first.

“You lied!” He complained in mocked offense, before turning back around to you. He wore a pout, his finger pointing at the grease stain that was still right there below his jaw line.

You giggled. “What can I say, I’m neither upright nor honest.”

Younghoon grinned and walked back over to you, his helmet still in his hand. "Is that so?" He asked as he stepped back into your personal space. You took a tiny step towards him too, closely watching his reaction. That grin was still there. With a racing heart you tugged the cloth out from where he had messily shoved it into his pocket. Then you reached up to his jaw, slowly wiping at the grease stain until it was gone. The whole time, Younghoon was watching you intently, your eyes, your nose your lips—

You lowered your hand when you were done, but he caught your wrist to stop you from going too far.

"Thanks." His voice was barely a whisper. Your eyes flickered to his mouth.

"You're welcome," you replied just as quietly, inching just the tiniest bit closer. You felt his breath on your skin and then his lips on yours, again and again and again.

Things between the two of you felt exciting and new and good—but there was also this looming uncertainty. Younghoon knew what it meant to him. But what about you? What was all this to you? Even though he didn't want to delude himself, he couldn't help hoping that this, that he was special to you. The secret smiles you exchanged started to feel a little different, like there was a little more. And there was: the two of you were texting a lot now that you'd exchanged numbers and you often came down to the beach earlier to hang out with him on the old lighthouse before your shift. You weren’t doing that for the other guys. Your gaze also didn't linger on them the way it did on him, no matter how much they pestered you. And of course you weren't kissing them either. That was, as far as he knew, reserved for him alone. That made it easy to endure when you were laughing and joking around with the guys. Except at times, you'd glance over to him with a cocky grin. Almost as if you wanted to make sure he was watching, as if you wanted to purposely rile him up. It made him want to walk over and kiss you right there in front of them, but you hadn't talked about these things yet and you seemed to enjoy the thrill of hide and seek. So, kissing was only allowed for when you were alone with no one to see.

Consequently he was keeping a low profile, sitting in the sand with some of the others and pretending not to watch from afar how Changmin and Juyeon were leaning on the counter, competing for your attention. Eventually he tore his gaze away to focus on the conversation in front of him instead, which only got interrupted when Jacob remarked that Changmin and Juyeon must have been unsuccessful, as they were coming back down to the beach. You on the other hand were not behind the bar anymore, a small sign indicating that it was closed for now. A feeling of worry started to spread in his guts. Did something happen? Did they make you feel uncomfortable? He knew his friends were good guys and wouldn’t ever intentionally do that, but just because it wasn't their intention didn't mean it couldn’t happen. Maybe it was nothing, but he just needed to make sure you were okay.

Without thinking further he got up from the sand, jogging past Changmin and Juyeon who looked at him in confusion, and up to the bar. You weren't anywhere to be found though, the little door locked and the space behind the counter empty. The other only place he could come up with was the lighthouse, so he made his way there, hurrying up the spiral staircase until he got to you, sitting in the middle of the steps and munching on a sandwich. You looked up at him in surprise as he stood before you, breathing a little heavy, but a smile spreading on his lips. He chuckled. He should have known he was worrying for nothing.

"You're on break?"

"Mhm," you nodded and scooted over a bit, making space for you to sit with him. "What's the hurry for?" 

There was a little sauce on your upper lip. He reached out to wipe it away and you simply let him.

"I don't know, I was wondering if you're fine."

"Why wouldn't I be?'

He shrugged. He didn't know either, after all you'd never been uncomfortable with the boys' advances. Maybe he was the only one who felt that way. 

You leaned in a little closer, bumping your shoulder against his with a cheeky grin. "Or were you maybe jealous?"

With a huffed laugh he met your gaze. "What if I was?"

He thought he saw your cheeks flush when you focused back on your sandwich. "Maybe I'd like that."

It was late, around midnight, and you listened to the sound of the waves as you sat side by side in the sand. The bar was still open, but your uncle had taken on the night shift, giving you the freedom to spend your time out here, away from people. You hear the music and laughter from afar and if you turned around you'd see the colorful string lights too, but you much preferred the view of the ocean in front of you. At least for now.

Younghoon was sitting close to you, his hand just barely touching yours. You wondered if he was cold in his white tee while you were all wrapped up in his cozy hoodie. You inched closer, intertwining your fingers and pulling his hand into your lap. Maybe you could at least keep his arm warm. He turned to look at you with a smile, before running his free hand through his hair.

"The boys would hate this," he said with a chuckle. 

"Would they really?" Your voice sounded more serious than intended. You knew it was just an offhand comment, but it made you wonder if that could be a dealbreaker for him. You knew he treasured his friends.

He considered for a moment. "Only if I'm not serious. They care about you, you know." 

"So, are you? Serious?"

"Yeah." He didn't shy away from your gaze. "I'm serious."

You squeezed his hand in yours and he squeezed right back and even though it was such a small gesture it gave you butterflies. He was serious about you, about this. With flushed cheeks and a smile tugging at your lips, you leaned your head against his shoulder. You sat like that for a while, back to listening to the waves.

"Maybe we should end their bet," you eventually mumbled. "Since they already lost." You could imagine the surprise on their face if you were to tell them.

"Mhm, we should," he rested his head against yours, "but not now. Let's stay here a little longer."

 "Yeah, let's."

"That actually makes so much sense," Eric exclaimed dramatically, after you'd told them a few days later. "How else would you have resisted my charm?" 

Changmin huffed a laugh. "Right, because you're so irresistible."

"Hey–"

"Anyway," Sangyeon interrupted, "that means the bet is off."

Sunwoo looked at him with a raised eyebrow, casually resting his arm on Younghoon's shoulder. "You're only saying that because you've lost. Younghoon is clearly on team beach volleyball. He just joined in on a game the other day."

Eric shook his head and formed an X with his arms. "Nope, no, he clearly said he wasn't joining."

Younghoon rolled his eyes at their antics, wondering if he should say something to make them shut up. But then he met your amused gaze and decided to leave it be. 

"What was the wager anyway?" You asked him quietly. 

Younghoon shrugged as he intertwined his fingers with yours. "I have no idea." 

You giggled. He liked the sound of it and the happy glint in your eyes. He also liked the shimmer of your lip gloss.

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[thequeenofsarcaasm]

Chapter 8 of Love is in the hands

Summary

After getting kicked out of his home for being queer, Suguru comes across his childhood sweetheart in a strange gay bar that is owned by his new “family”: a bunch of queer social rejects who were taken in by Yuki, an eccentric matriarch. He finds a new home (and his lost love) there.

Glimpse

“Tell me about today,” Satoru asks. His voice, still shaken by the force of his orgasm, is almost as gentle as Suguru’s. Almost. Strands of jet black hair gently sprawled over an inviting lap that is covered only by silk sheets. Pale fingers walking through the dark forest and occasionally grazing on a sensitive spot, caressing it through a sweet kiss of fingertips: that however is delicate. 

“I had a wonderful time. Still wishing you were there to witness my performance,” Suguru, lost in a field of blue fragrances and dreams, mutters in answer. “That Nanami guy. His life speaks volumes about how passion can make someone. I had a great time talking with him. Thank you, Satoru.”

Their eyes meet for a few precious moments.

“You’ve been taking the lead way too often lately so I needed to intervene,” Satoru comments. He’s always expressed his thoughtfulness in the strangest of ways, constantly hiding behind a clever joke or an even cleverer rebuttal. “When are you going back?” he asks. 

“Next week. Satorulogy keeps me really busy, you know. I hardly have a second for myself,” Suguru jokes. Hundreds of smiles seem to relay each other on his lips. He shares a few of them by letting them linger on Satoru’s bare abdomen, then lower, around his hip bone.

“Don’t kiss me there. You’re gonna make me hard again,” Satoru warns lightly with his fingers over Suguru’s cheeks. “Look at me,” he instructs. Their eyes meet again. “I’m glad you’re playing again cause I must admit that’s one of the things that made me fall for you.”

“Really?” Suguru raises a surprised eyebrow. 

“Yeah.” Satoru nods. “I had the biggest crush on you and I didn’t know how to deal with it so I pretended to be upset to get you to you to play for me. Fell deeper in love with each note,” he admits lightly.

“Satoru, you’re so sly,” Suguru accuses in bemusement and gets a tender laugh in return. The chiming sound travels through his heart like a shooting star. “I remember clearly when I realized I was in love with you,” he says.

Satoru’s curiosity is automatically set ablaze. “When was that?” he asks.

“That day at the temple. You were so pretty under the flowers and you smelled so nice that I couldn’t even breathe. I wanted to stay there forever. By your side,” Suguru says. 

Suddenly, Satoru’s entire face is painted in delight. “You’ve gotten so honest with your feelings. You used to just giggle at my excellent jokes and blush like a lovesick schoolboy but now you’re much more confident in what you say and want. Ya know? I really wish my first time was with you. And no, that one blowjob doesn’t count,” he raises a finger to amplify his point.

“Yes it does!” Suguru says, holding the brazen finger.

“No,” Satoru reiterates. His features are so soft that they seem heavenly. “I kinda wish it happened when we were older too,” he mumbles. They were fourteen, quite horny, maybe curious, undoubtedly infatuated. That’s something Suguru severely lacked as he went through life, encounters and trysts, something he missed terribly every time his lips or fingers landed on someone’s bare skin.

[jhutchh19992]

Accidental Encounters

Plot: you meet josh futturman in a gaming store. you didn‘t know him until now, and you kinda feel charmed by his tipsy personality.

tags: no smut, fluff, getting to know him, gaming store

Josh Futturman was having a rough day. Between working his dead-end job as a janitor at a lab, and trying to beat the seemingly impossible video game, "Biotic Wars," he could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him. The only solace he found was in the glow of his computer screen, where he fought off waves of alien invaders and imagined himself as the hero he always wanted to be.

Today, however, Josh decided to take a rare break from his routine. His gaming equipment had been acting up, and if he was going to have any shot at beating the game, he needed to upgrade. That’s why he found himself at the local gaming store, Pixel Paradise—a haven for gamers like him. The walls were lined with the latest consoles, games, and accessories, all under the dim, neon-lit atmosphere that gave the place an almost sacred feel.

Josh was scanning the shelves, deep in thought about which controller would give him the edge he needed. He barely noticed when another customer entered the aisle.

That customer was you.

You were new in town, recently moving in to start fresh after a long series of life changes. Video games had always been your escape, and a new game shop was the perfect way to familiarize yourself with the neighborhood. Your eyes sparkled as you took in the variety of titles and the inviting glow of the screens.

Josh didn’t see you coming when he bent down to grab a boxed headset from the lower shelf. As he stood up, he bumped into you, causing him to lose his balance. In a swift motion, he tried to steady himself, but instead, he fumbled with the keys in his pocket. They slipped out, spinning in the air before landing in your open hand—completely by accident.

“Whoa! Nice catch,” you said, chuckling softly as you handed the keys back to him.

Josh blinked, clearly embarrassed. “Uh, thanks. I’m usually not this clumsy.”

“No worries,” you replied, smiling at him. “It’s not every day I catch someone’s keys like that. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Josh stammered, running a hand through his hair. He looked at you for the first time, noticing your friendly demeanor. “Sorry for, you know, almost knocking you over.”

“All good,” you said, waving it off. “What were you looking for, anyway?”

Josh hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. He didn’t want to come off as too much of a gaming nerd—especially to someone he just met. But there was something about your presence that put him at ease.

“I, uh, was just trying to upgrade my setup,” Josh finally said, holding up the headset. “My controller’s been acting weird, and I’m on this really tough level in ‘Biotic Wars’.”

“‘Biotic Wars’?” you said, your interest piqued. “That game is insane! I’ve been stuck on the third level for ages.”

“Wait, you play too?” Josh asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Yeah, I do!” you said. “Though I’m not nearly as good as I’d like to be. Maybe I just need the right gear, like you.”

Josh felt a sudden surge of confidence. This was someone who understood what he was going through—someone who didn’t judge him for being a little too obsessed with a game. “You know,” he said, “if you’re having trouble, I could help you out. I mean, if you want. I’ve been stuck on the final level for weeks, but I’ve learned a few tricks along the way.”

You considered his offer, intrigued. “That sounds awesome, actually. I’ve been wanting to get past that third level forever. Maybe we can help each other out.”

“Yeah, totally!” Josh agreed. “How about we start with finding the right gear here, and then we can head to my place? We could try to beat the game together.”

The suggestion was spontaneous, and Josh immediately worried that he was coming on too strong. But your face lit up at the idea, putting his fears to rest.

“That sounds like a plan,” you said. “Let’s do it.”

The two of you spent the next half hour exploring the store together, comparing controllers, testing headsets, and sharing gaming stories. Josh found himself feeling more comfortable around you with each passing minute. There was a natural connection between you—one that made the normally shy Josh feel like he could be himself.

Finally, with your new gear in hand, you both headed back to Josh’s apartment. It was a small, modest place, but it had everything you needed for an epic gaming session. Josh set up the equipment, and before long, the two of you were immersed in the world of “Biotic Wars.”

The hours flew by as you strategized, laughed, and celebrated small victories together. Every time Josh managed to save you from an enemy ambush, you shot him a grateful smile that made his heart race. And when you figured out a puzzle that had him stumped, he couldn’t help but admire your sharp mind.

As the night wore on, the two of you found yourselves sitting closer together, your focus on the screen occasionally broken by playful banter. It wasn’t long before the final boss loomed ahead—an enemy that had been the bane of Josh’s existence for weeks.

“We’re so close,” Josh murmured, his voice tense with anticipation. “Just a little more…”

With a well-timed combo, the boss’s health bar plummeted. You and Josh worked in perfect harmony, landing the final blow together. The screen exploded with the words “Victory!”

“We did it!” you exclaimed, jumping up in excitement. “I can’t believe we actually did it!”

Josh stood up too, grinning from ear to ear. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Seriously, that was amazing.”

The two of you shared a high five, but when your hands met, neither of you pulled away. For a moment, you just stood there, smiling at each other, the thrill of the victory still buzzing between you.

“You know,” you said softly, “I’m really glad I bumped into you today. Literally.”

“Me too,” Josh replied, his voice equally soft. “Maybe we should make this a regular thing. You know, hanging out, gaming… whatever.”

“I’d like that,” you said, your heart fluttering at the idea. “I’d like that a lot.”

Josh felt a warmth spread through him—a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time. It wasn’t just about the game anymore. It was about you, and the unexpected connection that had formed between you.

[spiralsublime]

would love to hear your Jennifer Drips x Reader thoughts

I HAVE ARRIVED. As a gay bitch, I am COOKING for her. But also as is my prerogative, I think Jennifer is a demisexual but sex positive girlboss.

About the Reader:

Look okay, there are two wolves inside of me. The first is it has to be someone fully separate from her world. A total normie. The other is another secret agent that can match her strike for strike.

Normie route would be someone who helps her remember that there is more to life than running and gunning. Thinking kinda a dweeb, definitely doesn't expect such a beautiful woman to talk with them. The first compliment she had received in ages not attached to her ability to kill or her looks. ("Wow, your laugh is so cute.", or smth)

The agent route would be a Mr. and Mrs. Smith vibe. Fell in love when they were each other's targets, or maybe after the same target (like what happened around Stocks in series).

Definitely attracted to extremes, either highly competent or fully incompetent.

Jennifer Drips in a Relationship:

I think the early part of the relationship would be entirely physical and focused on competition.

She is utterly used to her body being her major asset and she uses it with confidence, totally casual.

I do think she would be mostly drawn to helpful acts. Normie gets food or a drink dropped at their door. A target is handled or information is passed with a smirk and a wink.

Actually spending time together is hard, she is usually on mission, but it varies between her being present for days and then missing for weeks. However, she is good at keeping in contact with messaging if she wishes.

On the surface, it is very much she makes you feel like the center of her world but you eventually realize she has kept you at the edge of her fingertips and that you don't know a thing about her.

If They Make It Official:

Jennifer seems to be endlessly surprised by the relationship. She has to relearn that this isn't a fling nor a job.

We find out that Jennifer is a big DWEEB. I want her to give herself space to love trash tv and get other hobbies that she learns to share with her new partner.

Learning to lower her guard and find herself beneath the mask is a big part of this. Casual at home dates, lazing in bed, singing in the car.

Jennifer is good at nearly anything she tries, she speaks easily to everyone, but actually being Vulnerable is insane for her.

Thinking about the first time she allows herself to cry in someone else's presence, of that "oh, I am actually happy." realization.

God she deserves it.

Oh, but now her partner means so much to her, that she would destroy the world for them.

god, i love thinking about THEM. - see my other x reader asks

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Summary: You and your mermaid friend take turns answering questions about the other. One thing you're both curious about is "how do you mate?".

Pairing: Mermaid Todoroki x Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Humor, Interspecies, vanilla, kinda tentacle? Dorks again.

Notes: this has been in my ao3 a while but I never properly posted the 2nd part on tumblr.

Part one in master list!

“Your turn.”

You didn’t consider yourself a typically forward person, not without a good buzz going and a catchy song in your ear, but those words effortlessly tumble from your lips with a confidence you didn’t know you possessed. You blame it on the adrenaline burning its way through your veins and the lust clouding your head at the promise of touching someone, a mermaid of all things.

It isn’t a situation you ever imagined yourself in after the many days of going to the beach then home without much to show but you were finding fewer and fewer reasons to complain about the opportunity being served to you on a silver platter.

Clumsily, you steady your feet against the crumbled rocks and shells underneath them. Fingers spreading out over his slick skin, you destroy the last of his personal space, fitting seeing as he had no qualms about invading yours.

The memory brings back a hint of nervousness but why should you listen to it now? They always say life is about experiencing new things. This is definitely something that had to fall under that.

There’s a beat of his tail, a swirl of water whirling from the strength that makes you swallow hard. You flash him a smile, but he doesn’t seem to hold the same eagerness from earlier.

Concerned, you take a step into deeper territory. “You alright?” He doesn’t respond, and you lower your voice, drawing your question out again a bit more softly since for a moment you forgot that this probably isn’t the usual thing for him either. Still, as selfish as it is, your mind repeats to not give him an out, because you’re still dying to find out exactly how mermaids, him especially, like to be touched. “You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” you ask with a forced laugh, if only to relax the mood enough to encourage him to continue.

There’s a pause, a prolonged and contemplative pause, highlighted in grey and blue eyes. You can never seem to guess what he’s thinking with that serious face, and it flashes across your mind what other faces he can make, and you almost get embarrassed at how far your thoughts spiraled into the gutter.

“I can’t have cold feet."

You laugh genuinely this time. “It’s a phrase. It means you’re getting nervous. But Shouto, you know you promised, right?”

“I’m aware,” he answers, “It’s not that I don’t want to, I simply need a second to think.”

You fall silent as he begins to mutter under his breath in a language you couldn’t even begin to understand but you get the feeling that this time it’s more serious than not understanding human idioms. When he makes up his mind, he meets your eyes. “I’m ready,” he says, which gets rid of the last of the doubts playing in your mind as you wait for him to make his move.

Except he doesn’t.

Your head pivots to the side as you watch him concentrate on the churning water in front of him, and you tighten your once relaxed expression. “Shouto?” More confusion settles over you, turning in your head as you watch the motions of his shoulder. Suddenly, it dawns on you and quickly, almost enough to bring back your fluster from earlier. “Are…are you touching yourself?”

Your question is enough to earn his attention, finally. This time when he meets your eyes, it’s more subdued than before, embarrassed in a way that makes you wince for causing it. “I have to make it come out. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Make it come out?” You have somewhat of an idea of what he means but you’re not entirely sure you can imagine it.

“It feels strange to force it,” he admits quietly.

Your curiosity overtakes your actions as seeing is better than believing, and you hesitantly coax him to float back with a push at his sides. You probably wouldn’t have found what he was talking about had it not been for the reddening at his stomach built from the pulling of blood underneath, right where his human skin starts to fade and merge with his tail.

Your fingertips brush the spot first before courage demands that you press the flat of your palm to his abdomen. Your stomach does flips at the swim-toned muscles flexing against your palms with each of his heavy and deep breaths, creating a pool of arousal in you that anyone would embrace sinking into.

Carefully, you trace to where his torso and tail meet, finding a horizontal slit camouflaged in the blending of the two. Your eyes light up at the discovery. “It’s retractable!” you think out loud.

“Is it that surprising?”

You hum softly. “Well, human guys, there’s just hang there, but I guess it makes more sense for yours to be inside of you.”

You almost wish you could rush back to your notes to write all this information and probably make an entire diagram, but it would be better if you could explore him fully. First, you want to make it fully come out, with the goal of making him cum just as much as you had. For research purposes naturally, not because your pussy is throbbing at the idea of seeing his fully unsheltered cock.

You’re not entirely sure how to ask for that though. But it’s only fair considering how unashamedly he had explored you, right?

Luckily, Shouto asks the question for you though, “Are you going to touch me then?” And you could swear you hear a hint of wanting in his husked-over voice.

With his eagerness, you find a new level of composure to tease him. “Do you want me to that bad?”

“Only if you want.”

“I do,” you answer all too quickly even for yourself as you feel butterflies flutter inside. “I mean…why not, sure…”

You take his invitation to slide your fingers along the firm opening. You probably couldn’t push even more than a centimeter in but it’s enough to meet the slick covered flesh hidden inside. It’s so sticky that you can hardly get the flat of your fingertips to release from it, and when you do, they’re covered in a gloss that not even the water can easily wash away.

You draw your hand to your nose, surprised to find that the coat of slime doesn’t really have a smell. Nor a taste, you think as you suck around fingers. And your eyes widen as they flick over to Shouto watching you, as shocked as you are to realize you had slid your fingers into your mouth.

“Why’d you do that?”

“I-uh-I don’t know. It just kinda happened.”

“Ah,” he mumbles, fighting to keep eye contact with you before falling back on your twitching fingers still in your mouth, the touch you have on them. Shouto clutches tightly around your wrist, pulling your hand away to press your hand to his lips and suck on the two saliva slick digits. You shiver as his teeth prick at your skin and his rough tongue split them apart and whirl.

Satisfied at your reaction, he pulls away with a familiar half-cocked grin. “You humans sure like to use your mouths a lot,” he teases. “Like this and kissing, too.”

“You don’t kiss?”

“Depends. Some do a lot, but not as often as your people like to do. Most people prefer swimming together more,” he answers.

“That’s too bad…I think kissing is really fun,” you reply, and he blinks, still staring at your lips, dripping with the water that pulls from your hair to the crook of your nose and over them. Instinctively, you lick it away, cleaning a spot for him to lock your lips with his.

You try to keep up with him, the swirl of his tongue around yours, the prickling of his teeth against your lips, and the odd sensation you get from his kiss. The more his saliva mixes in your mouth, the more your tongue tingles like sucking on mint. You wonder if all mermaids' kisses feel like that or just his; but you don’t mind as long as you can keep doing this, having your arms around his shoulders and his hands at your hips. Your hands palm at his back, and you swear he flexes under your touch on purpose, which makes you giggle in his mouth.

It can’t more than a minute or two because you can feel your chest starting to burn for air and the strain of his gills sucking at your skin tells you that he isn’t getting oxygen through the air or his backup of water either. He breaks away, a heavy breath quickly refilling his lungs. “Was that good?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Your smile flutters before finding the perfect wide grin to stop stretching at. “Do you want to do it again?”

Nodding, he takes you up on the offer immediately, more vigorous than when he first laid his hands on you. He bites on your tongue, making you whine as he gripped onto you tighter. He rubs your skin, spreading his hands at the back of your waist, and you can’t tell if it’s on purpose or instinct when his tail starts to curl around your calves, making it difficult to swim.

Heat was building at your core from something hard and rubbery pressing against your stomach, and you were too busy moaning to beg for him to stop so you could push him over and make a mental image of what was stroking you.

Todoroki breaks away to croon against your neck and bury his groans against your skin. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, how tight and slick you were, about how fuzzy everything you do makes his brain feel. He sighs your name, and you’re not sure you ever heard anyone say it as pretty, “Do you think we should see if we’re able to mate,” he says, fumbling around the request as if he was helping you.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” you ask, and he quickly answers by kissing and nipping your shoulder, pressing his weight harder on you to the point you were beginning to lose your composure. Suddenly, you realized he was determined to bring you under with him. “Wait, wait, I-I can’t hold my breath very long.”

“It’d be easier if I could take you underwater, but—” he begins, falling into agreement with you, seeing as he was trying to mate with you, not hurt you. His face falls and his ear fins tilt down like a wilted flower.

“I have an idea,” you tell him, wiggle yourself away, and start to work your way back towards the pool edge. “Swim to the other side, okay?”

“Now?” he flushes slightly, which makes you laugh.

“Well, wait until you calm down and swim over.”

Shouto sighs. “You certainly don’t take the easy way.”

“Yeah, but I bet mermaids don’t do what I’m going to do to you.”

And that piques his interest.

For better or for worse, Shouto has been put into peculiar situations more frequently since meeting you.

You have him placed on his back, his tail barely being brushed by the water as it rolls over the shore, and he can see straight up to the sky, his front hot while irritating grains of sand rub at his back.

“I’m on land,” he repeats to himself, questioning why he’d agreed to such a thing. Todoroki decides that you definitely make his brain too fuzzy and that you’re way stronger than you look to have dragged him up on the beach.

Then, you straddle his waist, and for a second, there’s nothing but you, smiling at him comfortingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, yeah?”

And he trusts what you say, not only because you've never lied to him before but with you spread out over his waist, that warm spot of yours lined up with his opening, he can't seem to make himself question anything that comes from your beautiful mouth as he admires the way your thighs spread and close around his sides.

“We should probably make it come back out…” you say sheepishly, almost apologetically for the situation.

“I don’t think that’d be hard,” he comments, thumbing at the plush of your thighs as you press more of your weight against him. It’s a pleasant, full sensation without the float of water keeping you separate. “I think I like having you on top of me.”

You thoughtfully trace the scale patches lining his arms and lightly wet your lips before confessing, “I wouldn’t mind doing it more.”

You lean over to kiss his jaw before scaling down to his Adam’s apple. His gills flutter at your lips each time you place a kiss on his neck, and he shivers when your tongue glances over them. His body tenses so suddenly that you are afraid he'll pop a scale. “I'm guessing you've never been licked before.”

“No,” he croaks out, his face burning and tail slapping the shallow water as you surprise him by flattening out your tongue over the shilling of gills again, which makes you laugh and him flush. It’s cute to see the red spreading across his face.

“Well, if you like that,” you hum and drag your kisses down to that warm spot on his belly. You already see the rounded edge of his cock starting to peak through. It doesn’t form a head, coming to a smooth finish like a tentacle, and as you glide your tongue across, you can feel the bumps of it like brail on your tongue.

His tail wriggles between your legs, and you subtly grind against it as you groan around his cock. The thick length of his tail completely strokes your pussy while the grooves of scales provide the perfect stimulation as it pulls against your suit bottoms.

It’s hard to find the right tempo to suck him off, your lips keep sticking to him due to the slick that coats his cock, and how bendy and flexible it was. It’d probably feel nice rubbing inside of you. For now, you try to keep it from going straight down the shaft of your throat as you push him in deeper, letting your lips meet the rough scratch of his scales.

You slide him from your mouth, letting his dick rest against the flat of his stomach as you lap.

“Fuck.”

You raise your head, glancing up at the flush on his face and his hand gripping tighter into wet strands of his hair. “You like it?”

He nods, and you squeeze your hand around his cock harder. “Worth coming on land?” you tease, and he groans again.

“Ye-Yeah,” he puffs out.

There’s a bit of white foaming from him almost like bath suds. The sudsy foam pools at his lap since there was nowhere for it to go, and the salty taste makes you think he’s on the verge of cumming but you don’t want to risk your time ending this soon.

But you’re also not entirely sure how well he’ll fit inside you, and it makes knots form in your stomach as you readjust your clothes and line yourself up with him. “I’m going to put it in, okay?” you announce, more for yourself than him because he knows (his eyes are absolutely locked on the shifting of your hips as you lower yourself on top of his cock).

You wiggle your hips down on top of him, following the bending of his cock until you could feel it beginning to bundle and bow inside until your lower half lightly bulges from the fullness. You doubt bouncing would do you any good and choose to slowly grind.

Shouto purrs out your name, his eyes still on where you’re locked together, dazed at how your hips roll and stomach twist to circle on top of him. “You feel so good,” he groans as your muscles swell against his, squeezing tight around him, “so warm.”

You can only moan in response. You whimper as you can feel him rubbing and curling back against your cervix. The beads of his cock stroke your rippling muscles, sliding against your g-spot, and the slick collecting from him keeps adding pleasure as his skin brushes your engorged clit.

Then, he pushes his hand against your stomach, and you nearly sob as you squeeze your eyes shut as he places pressure on his dick imprint. “Shouto, ah,” you whimper.

“I can see it in you,” he muses and grips onto your hips to press himself harder inside of you as his cum foams and collects at your entrance and puddles against his lap.

“Shouto, 'm gonna cum.”

“Will you squeeze around me again?” he asks, sounding too hopeful as you begin to tense and whine, and your walls flutter around him. You bow forward, shaking with the waves of your orgasm tumbling over you. He mimics your prior movements by rocking your body forward as you work your way through your high, and even after he slowly slides himself from you, your pussy clenches around the empty space and suds with his cum.

You slowly lay back down on top of him, letting the sound of his heart and the waves tickling your feet calm you back down. “That was interesting,” you mumble, feeling overly stretched and pitifully empty while his cock still press against you, making you want him one more time.

“Did that help with your research?” he asks, completely serious.

“I do have a few more things I want to figure out,” you reply and hazily bring yourself back up to kiss him again, trying to gather that tingling sensation back over your tongue. When morning comes you were going to be sore from all of this and from having to help him back into the deep end of the water.

[telvess]

Record of Ragnarok, Jack the Ripper x S/O (shot)

What a lovely day it was to enjoy a cup of Darjeeling tea. Jack headed to the restaurant, humming Mother Goose’s lullaby to himself. His mind was as clear as sky above him. It was crowded at this time. Who would’ve thought that even in afterlife humans would find something worth chasing. Well, Jack now also had a new purpose. Was it destiny or twist of a fate that the moment he thought about it, potential purpose simply collided with him? — Ah, my apologies — he mumbled, hearing loud ouch. Before him stood woman of average heigh, her auburn hair was blowing in the wind. She rubbed her forehead, turning eyes towards Jack. Colour of her soul became slightly yellow as she noticed his serious face. She might not have heard him. — My bad — her voice was weak. Jack immediately put on a smile, he didn’t mean to scare her. — Be not afeard — he said. A woman blinked as if she heard a ghost. In one moment her soul filled with red which Jack interpreted as confidence. — The isle is full of noises — she whispered with content smile. Jack’s eyes widened. — Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. — Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices… — he began reciting with her. They both lowered their voices to better reflect the tone of the work. Red colour exploded inside a woman, passion completely took over. — That, if I then had waked after long sleep, will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, the clouds methought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me that, when I waked, I cried to dream again — they finished together. The woman sighed as if she had just smelled a delicious cake. When she looked into Jack's eyes again, there was pure joy in them. — William Shakespeare, The Tempest — she winked at him. — Act three, scene two — added Jack. — Isn’t it beautiful? She nodded with a broad smile. — I thought you wouldn’t get it when I started and think I’m a weirdie, but I just couldn’t deny myself! What a great surprise! — Indeed, meeting another person who can recite so finely word for word such a magnificent part… A shadow flickered across woman’s face. Her inner colour changed; intense red washed out, became faded. Jack interpreted it as an embarrassment. — Oh, I’m so sorry — her cheeks turned red — I think I might have made wrong first impression on you. You see… — she scratched her neck and with closed eyes said in a single breath — I don’t know much more about Shakespeare. She opened her eyes, her face was contorted as if she had eaten something sour. — How so? — I tried to read his work but… truth to be told, I don’t think I am bright enough to understand it. Language issue. I was born long, long time after him. Jack’s shoulders dropped a bit. — Disappointed, aren’t you? — she laughed. Jack smiled. — It’s odd you know that one. — Well, I heard it when I was a teenager and it kinda stuck with me. It’s sounds so beautiful I had to learn it by heart, but until today I’ve never said it out loud. Red colour brighten up again and her soul filled with passion that Jack shared. The loud noise of a passing car reminded them that they were both heading somewhere before this conversation started. They exchanged shy smiles and began to walk hand in hand in silent agreement. — You seem like man who is well-read — she said after awhile. — I have read all of Shakespeare's works. Woman’s eyes widened. — Really? — she sounded impressed. Jack felt a flush of heat in his ears that spreaded on the cheeks. — Be or not to be… — she whispered slowly, glancing at Jack in tense silence. — That is the question — he obediently followed, imitating the right tone of voice. — A horse, a horse! — her voice became more livelier, almost desperate.

— My kingdom for a horse! — he scouted with her. Woman giggled and Jack couldn’t have helped but admire how beautiful someone’s soul was when they enjoy themself. Just how wondrous it would’ve filled with fear-… no. That’s the past. What's done is done. He was living a new life now. — These are hackneyed — her voice brought him back to reality — Beside them I don’t know more except one. I really like… wait, how does it go, I don’t want to spoil it… Ah! To thine own self be true… — … self be true — he finished with her. — But I don’t know where is it from. — Hamlet, Polonius said that — Jack answered almost immediately. — Ah, Hamlet. My English teacher would kill me for not knowing that. She gave him another smile. Jack’s heart started beating faster. Where this heat in his belly was coming from? Almost as if he was wounded, but without blood and pain. Such strange feeling and that colour he was emitting… Jack couldn’t have interpreted it at all. — What’s your favourite quote? — Mine? — that question caught him off guard — Hmm… Jack never thought of that. He adored a whole lot of them. He knew what happen in every act of every scene but to chose one out of so many marvellous works… would it be even… fair? — I believe I don’t have one — was his reply. — Oh, come on! — woman scouted. — You must have the one you like a bit more, the one that stands out. Jack allowed himself to drown in the endless abyss of words. Maybe he had to choose his favourite work first to find it? Which one could it be? Shakespeare’s sonnets? That was his very first after all. If there was one good thing that Jack’s father did, it was leaving that book in the brothel. — Hey, stranger! — Jack looked around and realized that his companion wasn’t walking by his side anymore. The woman was standing few meters behind, pointing out side street where she obviously intended to go — What’s your name? — she shouted. — Jack. He felt unpleasant sting in the chest knowing that they had to separate so soon. — Jack… — she said, her voice was still confident, but Jack saw blue stains of disappointed in her soul — … the next time we meet, you will tell me your favourite part! A larger group of people showed up and due to lack of space, the woman had to go with the flow. But she was looking at Jack as she was walking away and didn’t stop until Jack nodded. And then she was gone. Jack didn’t even ask for her name.

[dirtybitfic]

Trip pt.4

Club, drinking . Anddddd finallyyyyy smutttttt

As you lower your fist from his face he brings you closer to him rubbing your hair to calm you don’t since your anger got the best of you and you were breathing so hard you were wheezing.

Then out of nowhere you felt someone yank the fuck out of your hair pulling you from Chris and to the sand. Big shocker it was shaylas bitch ass . Somehow she lands a lunch to your face hitting your lip busting it open . The suddenly she’s pulled of you by her pony tail bye some other girl and you hop up spiting blood out of your mouth since your lip started gushing .

She tried lunging at you again but was yanked back bye some guy . You just laughed at her .

“Fuck you. You dumb cunt your lucky I didn’t throw you in the fire” you said to her .

“ whatever you psycho bitch” she said as she started crying since I definitely bruised the fuck out of her face . But she asked for it soooo.

I’m being yanked back by my arm by Matt and Chris grabs me and throw me over his shoulder .

“Put me down Christopher. I can walk just fine.” You say slapping his back .

“ no chance not until you calm the fuck down “ he says giving my ass a hard slap .

You whine and give up as you go limp over his shoulder. He sets you down on a beach chair as everyone else comes over to yall .

“ Jesus Y/n you did a fucking number on her “ back starts laughing .

“Hey she asked for it . Play stupid games get stupid prizes “ you say as you start laughing and everyone else joins in.

“ so what exactly was that brutal fight about “ Chris asks

“Well … you” you say honestly spiting some more blood from mouth since your lip is still bleeding a bit.

“ME… why me “ he asked

“ we’ll she pretty much said you must be crazy to pick me over her and blah blah blah called me a slut so I dared her to call me a slut again and she did so I beat the fuck outta her “ you said nonchalantly.

“ we’ll I never thought I’d see the day you beat someone up like that but damn … that shit was hooot” he says laughing .

You all started laughing and then decided it was time to go to the club.

You all walked in and you made your way to the bar .

“Hi can I please get a pina colada “ you said to the nice girl bartender.

“Of corse sweetheart and let me grab you some ice and napkins for your lip “ she said walking to the ice maker.

“ oh shit thank you I forgot it was busted “ you said kinda embarrassed.

“Of course “ she said hanging you the ice in a couple napkins and going to mix up your drink.

You held the ice to your lip and winced . It hurt a little just cause it was split open pretty bad .

“ here you go sweetie “ she says handing your your drink . You thanked her and handed her a twenty as a tip since it was and all inclusive resort meaning you didn’t have to pay for endless drinks . But since she was so nice she deserved it .

“ hey ma “ Chris said looking at you from where he was sitting at a plush booth table in the corner .

Hey you said walking closer to him.

He patted his lap telling you to sit down . You gladly took a seat on his lap and Lean back into his chest and sipped on your drink while everyone else was talking and drinking at the table .

“Seeing you fight like that made me so fucking hard ma” he whispered into your ear .

You turned your head to your mouth was at his ear . “ oh yeah and what you wanna do about that” you asked him seductively.

“I want to fuck you so hard your crying as I prove to you and every one else why I chose you over any other girl at that fucking school” she whispered deeply in your ear. Causing your Pussy to pulse and your breathing to accelerate.

“ how bout you make me your slut Chris, have me begging for you to fuck me harder as you choke me and slap me across the face while I call you daddy “ you whispered in his ear . The couple drinks you’ve had giving you a new found confidence with your words.

“Oh Fuck nah get up right now ma , you gonna tell everyone you are tired and wanna go to bed . Understood” he says in your ear sounding a bit angry.

“Hey guys I’m actually feeling pretty worn out and my lip hurts so we’re gonna head back to our room but see you guys in the morning .” You say at Chris gets up behind you .

“Okay y/n and Chris love you guys sleep well . Goodnight “ every one says as you guys say bye and walk out the club and back to your wing and get the elevator up.

As soon as the doors close Chris is on me hand on my waist gripping me like his life depends on it and his tongue dominates mine in the deep hot kiss as my leg moves around Chris’s hip and his hand moved under my dress and immediately slides his fingers over my soaking wet pussy that’s begging for him.

“God your fucking soaked , been thinking about daddy all night huh? Chris says so deeply in your ear you feel it in your chest.

You moan in response gripping his shoulders harder.

“Be a good girl and use your fucking words “ he spits out.

“Yes daddy Fuck i want you so fucking bad right now “ you say

“Good girl . You’ll get me as soon as we get in that room . Rough , deep and fucking torturous is what your gonna get” he says as he drops your leg and the doors open up . He grabs you and throws you over his shoulder making his way to the room with a purpose . He yanks your purse open and grabs the key and quickly unlocks the door. Thank god y’all don’t have next door neighbors since your room is off of a corner.

He throws you on the bed as you bounce and whine from the hard throw . He throws his shirt off and then he’s on top of you in seconds . You look up at him with half lidded eyes and his eyes are so dark and blown out from lust it makes you moan. He grabs your roughly by your neck pulling you down on to your knees next to the bed .

“Take my pants off ma” he says harshly .

You do as he says and then second you pull his pants and boxers down you gasp . You did not expect him to be this long and thick .

“Oh fuck there’s no way I’ll be able to take that “ you say

“Oh nah ma you can and you will . Or I’ll just make you “ he says huskily. You look up at him as you grab the base your hand not even being able to fully wrap around it. “ come on slut . Suck my dick like a good little girl” he says.

You take a shaky breathe as his hands move to hold your hair back. You take his tip in your mouth already struggling from how girthy he was.

“Come on ma take more I know you can “ he says deeply but softly.

You try your best to take more and just start gagging as the amount in your mouth fills up your mouth so full it hurts your jaw.

“Come on ma I’m not gonna tell you again . Take. More.” He says harshly yanking your hair .

You shake your head no at him knowing you just can’t take more in your mouth.

“Okay then just know you asked for it” was all he said before thrusting his dick into your throat making you gag continuously and start crying from the force of his dick hitting the back of the throat and the scary thing is it’s only half of him that’s in my mouth right now .

Drool in poring out of my mouth on my chin and he finally slows down in his thrusts and pull out I immediately starts choking and coughing trying to catch my breathe.

“Such a good girl for me ma” he praises you making you whine .

“Come in ma be a good girl and stand up for me “ Chris says as he puts his hand out for you to grab you do and he pulls up . His hands reach the bottom of your dress and pull in over your head exposing your bare tits to him and your lacy black thong.

“God your daddy’s perfect little girl” he says . As he pushes you down onto the bed. He goes down to your tits liking and sucking creating dark purple hickeys all over . Your moaning and squirming under him as he’s making your feel so fucking good.

“Fuck chriiiis” u moan out. His hands reach your hips as he pulls your thong down. His mouth coming of your left tit with a pop.

His long fingers moving to your pussy rubbing circles on your clit and then pushing two fingers in causing you to moan and and grab his arm as he thrusts his fingers into you and curling them up to his your gspot .

“OH FUCK CHRIS” you yell out.

“Yeah that feel good slut” he says taunting u

“YES FU-FUCK SO GOOD “ your panting and whimpering as you feel your orgasm coming .

“FUCK D-DADDY UGH IN GONNA COME” you yell out.

“Good girl give it to me . Come on cum for me slut” he says in your ear.

His words sent you over the edge cumming hard on his fingers. You ride out your high and he pulls him fingers out bringing them to his mouth sucking tour juices off .

“Fuck ma you taste so good” he groans out .

Making you moan .

“You think your ready to be fucked like a slut “ he asks as he chokes you.

“Yes daddy Fuck I need you so bad” you moan out .

“Fucking beg for it then “ he says

“ please daddy Fuck me like I’m your little slut” you say looking into his eyes.

He smirks at you “ god you sound so hot when beg. I always knew you would “ he says as he lines his dick up to you entrance.

He rubs it through your juices getting his dick nice and wet.

“If I got to hard tell me okay I don’t want to actually hurt you ma “ he says softly.

“I will daddy please just -Fuck me” you say desperately

He slowly glides into you. Your eyes close as you feel his stretching you out it’s kinda painful but you can manage.

He started slowly thrusting in and out only half way driving you crazy.

“Please daddy I want all of your big dick in me .”

“God you sound so pathetic when you say that “ he groans and thrusts all the way in causing your breathe to hitch and tears to prick your eyes.

“You okay ma” he asks a little worried from your reaction.

“Yes - da-daddy your just really fucking big” you moan out as the pain starts to fade away as you adjust to his size.

“Tell me when to move okay “

After 10 seconds you tell him to move and he starts thrusting deep but slow .

“Fuck daddy harder please-fu-Fuck me harder” you moan

“Yeah you want me to pound your fucking guts slut” he growls out.

“YES DADDY PLEASE “ you scream out as he starts pounding into you hitting so deep .

It’s hurts so good.

“FU-FUCK DADDY I CA-CANT YOUR SO DEep” you scream out .

“Yes you can ma . Take it like a good fucking girl “ he growls out deep and dominant. He moves his hands to your thighs and pulls them onto his shoulder hitting you so deep your legs start shaking and your crying from the feeling.

“FU-FUCK MMMM DADDY IM GONNA -FU CKING SQUIRT” you scream out .

“Fuckin soak me slut show me how good I’m fucking you he says “ as he keeps thrusting deep he chocked you and you start squirting as he pulls out watching as you become a fountain for him. Your legs are shaking as you dye down from how hard you squirted.

“God I love that you squirt so fucking hot slut” he says as he grabs you and flips you over .

“Arch your back for daddy mmm” he says as he smacks your ass.

You moan and reposition yourself so your ass up face down with a deep arch in your back .

“That’s it good girl “ he says before he harshly thrusts back into you.

FUCK OH MY FUCKING GOD DADDY YOUR TOO DEEP I CA-CANT TAKE IT you scream out as you reach behind you bad trying to push him off.

He grabs your wrist in one of his large hand holding them behind your back as his other hand grabs your hair yanking your head up roughly.

“ Dong be a brat your gonna take it like a good girl “ he says then let’s go of your hair .

Your legs are shaking so bad as tears stream out of your eyes he ducking you so hard but it feels so good.

He starts biting and sucking on your back causing your hips to slam back into him as your a moaning mess under him.

After about 7 more thrusts your squirting again.

“FUCK DADDYYYYY” you scream as he keep pounding you . He stops and flips you back over .

Then thrusts back into you as he holds you legs open as he hits your g spot over and over again you pull him down by his hair and start to kiss him his hand makes on to your throat cloaking you then he breaks the kiss and slaps you across the face not too light or hard and it set you off of yet again another orgasm.

“ that’s it . Such a good girl cumming again for me “ he groans . He then comes down to suck on your neck and add more hickeys.

“ Fuck da-daddy your so deep” you moan out .

He starts pounding into you harder making you scream out.

Your nails make their way to his back as he continuous thrusting and you leave deep scratching marks down his back .

“Fuck ma I’m gonna cum . You gonna let me fill you up “ Chris asks .

“Yes FUCK YES DADDY CUM IN ME” after a little his thrusts get sloppy and then you feel warm cum fill you up causing you to moan .

“God Fuck ma. Taking me so well” Chris groans out as he slows his thrust coming down from his high.

He collapsed onto you causing you to giggle a little bit.

“Fuck that was so fucking good” you say in his ear.

“Best sex I’ve ever had” Chris says laughing a little.

“What do you say about taking a little bath “ Chris says as he starts to get up .

Sounds good to me but can you start it and then come a get me my legs feel like jello right now.

“Of course gorgeous I’ll be right back” he says as he walks to the bathroom to start the water and squirts some body wash on it to make it a bubble bath. After the big tub is filled he comes back and picks u up then helps you into the big tub as he gets in behind you.

“I’m glad I finally told you y/n . Keeping in how I felt for so long was really hard” Chris says as he makes circular motions in your chest with his fingers.

“Me too Chris , and hey Nick is okay with it so that’s good too” you say leaning back fully into him as the hot water soothe your tired body.

“Yeah the one thing is uhhh. How are you gonna to put in the beach in a bikini with all these hickeys he said laughing and admiring the work he did all over your body.

“Oh Fuck I didn’t even think about that.” You sighed.

“We’ll I did find this part of the beach on google that is like a big cave and it’s really cool we can just take everyone there and then no one will bother us” Chris says.

“Oooh sounds good to me . God everyone is gonna be dumbfounded when I take off my cover up tomorrow “ you say laughing.

“Yeahh true . But you look so hot covered in hickeys “ Chris says as his hand moves under the water to pull on your nipples.

“Mmm Fuck . You moan . Just wait till they see the scratches on your back” I say laughing cause I know those marks are deep .

“Oh fuck those are gonna hurt when I get in the water” he says .

“Ooooh yeah sorry about that” you say sounding a little sorry.

“Nah ma your good I loved that shit” he says as he starts messaging your tits and you relax into him.

“We should probably get out and get some sleep “ Chris says.

“Yeah I’m actually pretty tired” you say as you yawn.

“Aww fucked you tired did I” he says seductively.

“Yeah yeah whatever shut up “ you say as you moved to get out in shaky legs. And limp over to the towel rack to grab two towels for you and Chris.

You walk back over and hand him his towel as you both dry off and head to bed not even throwing in pajamas and climbing into bed .

Chris pulls you into him after he shuts off the lights.

“I can’t wait to tan tomorrow “ you say as you start to softly doze off.

“Me too ma . Me too” he says back as you both nod off.

More parts coming . This one is actually getting pretty fun too write .

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[bradshawsbaby]

hi! just wanted to say i love your miles as al ruddy x younger gf blurbs !! i was wondering what about him introducing her to young al pacino and her being completely enthralled by him that he gets kinda jealous

Please! I love this so much! 🥺 I hope you enjoy!

You had never been to such a big event for the studio before, and you were nervous. What would you wear? What would you say? Would you get all tongue-tied or put your foot in your mouth? Despite working at Paramount for months now, you still got incredibly starstruck when you met celebrities. But the last thing you wanted to do was embarrass Al in front of all his colleagues. You knew you had to play it cool.

Thankfully, in the days leading up to the gala, Bettye took you shopping on Rodeo Drive, where you spent half your paycheck on a floor length gown with a plunging neckline that you hoped Al would love.

Considering the way he tried to tear it off you before the two of you had even left the house, you were pretty confident you had succeeded.

“Darling, we’re going to be late,” you giggled, swatting his hands away playfully.

“Stars are always fashionably late,” he teased, gripping your waist and nibbling on your ear.

“I’m not a star,” you reminded him, resting a hand on his chest and pushing him away with a coquettish grin.

“You are to me,” he winked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small black velvet box. “Here,” he murmured, indicating that you should turn around. “A gift for my little starlet,” he grinned, draping a gorgeous diamond pendant around your neck.

“Al!” you gasped, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. “It’s so beautiful!”

“Like you,” Al smiled, secretly pleased that you liked it so much. “Now let’s go get this gala over with so that we can come home and I can get you out of this dress.”

If there was one thing Paramount knew how to do and do well, it was throw a party. You were positively awestruck as you glided around the room on Al’s arm, shaking hands and rubbing elbows with Hollywood’s elite. It was almost too grand to be believed.

You thought you had been doing a good job so far of keeping your starstruck comments to yourself, but then Al glanced across the room and smiled, turning back to look at you. “Come on, baby doll, there’s someone I want to introduce you to.”

Slipping your hand into his, you let him lead you across the crowded room until you were standing face to face with none other than Michael Corleone himself.

“Baby, I’d like you to meet—”

“Al Pacino!” you gasped, unable to control yourself. “Oh my goodness, I’m such a big fan!” you gushed, eagerly slipping your hand into his extended one.

The dark-haired actor—who was even more handsome in person than he was on the silver screen—smiled sheepishly at your praise, glancing down at his shoes. “Oh, well, thank you. I appreciate that a lot.”

“You were so wonderful in The Godfather! Very magnetic. I couldn’t take my eyes off you the whole time!” you went on, feeling as bubbly as the champagne you’d been sipping all night.

Al cleared his throat at that, but you barely registered it, your eyes wide as you continued to stare at Al Pacino.

Pacino rubbed the back of his neck at that, looking almost embarrassed. “Oh, gosh, well I never would have gotten the part without Al here,” he insisted gratefully.

You glanced up at your boyfriend, beaming with pride, but then quickly turned back to the other Al.

“Do you have any new projects you’re working on?” you asked curiously, still unable to believe you were having a real life conversation with an up-and-coming Hollywood actor.

“Yes, a couple,” Al nodded with a small smile, chuckling softly. He was surprisingly soft spoken. “I hope you’ll enjoy them.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will!” you beamed, your words spilling out in a rush. You opened your mouth to say more, but your Al was suddenly resting a hand on your lower back, guiding you in the opposite direction.

“Well, we’ll let you get back to the party,” your boyfriend said, his expression looking a little strained. “Good to see you, Al.”

“Same to you,” Pacino nodded, offering you one more smile. “Happy to have met you.”

“Same here!” you giggled, waving farewell as Al led you towards the bar. “Oh, wow! Al Pacino! I can’t believe I just talked to Al Pacino!” you exclaimed once you were sure he was out of earshot. “That was so—what’s wrong?”

Looking up at Al, you were surprised to see that was he frowning, leaning against the bar and trying to flag down the bartender.

“Nothing,” he muttered, though you could immediately tell that wasn’t true.

“Was it something I said?” you questioned, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You had been trying so hard not to make a fool of yourself or Al. “Did I get too excited? I’m sorry, Al, sometimes I just—”

“It’s fine,” he insisted, throwing back the shot of whiskey he’d just ordered. Still, he frowned and wouldn’t quite meet your eye. “He’s a good looking guy, Pacino. Everybody says so.”

Ah, so that was it.

“Are you…jealous?” you asked, eyes widening as you gazed up at him.

Wordlessly, Al shifted his body so that he was facing you, his mouth tightening though he said nothing.

“Oh, darling,” you murmured, draping your arms around him and kissing the corner of his mouth. “I know I can be silly when it comes to meeting stars, but you have to know you’re the only one for me.” You leaned in closer and pressed your lips against his ear. “You’re the only Al I love.”

Al cracked a smile at that, his hand grazing down your back and resting just above your rear end. “What do you say we get out of here?” he suggested in a low voice.

You giggled, nodding in agreement. “Time to get me out of this dress,” you whispered, taking his hand as he tugged you out of the gala without saying a single goodbye.