#lemon-y heehee

[vibzissleepy]

this is so old but its still a banger

[rystonlentil]

Tagged by @stressfulsloth - my first ever tag game heehee thanks!

A song for every letter of my username:

R: Restless - Petrol Girls

Y: Yvette - Jason Isbell

S: so long - The Garages

T: Tertium Non Datur - Propagandhi

O: Odin - The Mechanisms

N: Night Guard - Stan Rogers

L: Love as a Construct - Aperture Science Psychoacoustic Laboratories

E: Everybody Loves Raymond - Lemon Demon

N: No Glory in the West - Orville Peck

T: The House That Dripped Blood - the Mountain Goats

I: I Got No Time - The Living Tombstone

L: Looking Glass Girl - The Glove

I tag @army-of-bee-assassins @inosfe @galacticlamps @ratscanada @technofantasia @its-short-for-jackalope just if you want to!

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Can I request a Amane Yugi with a Milk tea, Lemon tea, and a chamomile tea prompt????

Heehee I’m a simpppp

Thank you!!

amane yugi x gn!reader

a/n: of course of coursee <3 ahh, aren’t we all simps? We love Amane, and must show him out love ùvú!! But you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!!! Also- I’m really sorry for the time this took;;!

I kept accidentally typing "Hanako" out of instinct, so if you see "Hanako" written in there somewhere..... shhhh, no you don't <3

warnings: none <3

word count: 911

milk tea - “what are their kisses like?”

Amane’s kisses are… inexperienced, but certainly full of love. During the first few kisses the two of you share, you can tell that he really is trying, though he’s also very nervous. Of course, you’re probably nervous as well, but he won’t mind- in fact, it’ll probably comfort him if you’re even nearly as nervous. Even if he feels his face burning any time your lips are anywhere near his, he tries to not let his racing heart get the best of him! Most importantly, he wants you to know how much he loves you. In his mind, kisses are one of the best ways to do just that. He just wants to make you feel as flustered as you make him.

He also enjoys holding your hands when the two of you kiss-! If his kiss can’t make your heart race, the way his thumb runs nervously against the back of your hand may? It’s endearing in a way, showing you how much he genuinely cares through a small nervous habit. If his hands aren’t holding yours, they’re most likely cupping the sides of your face. Your warm face against his hands which always seem to be a bit cold, despite the sweat coating his palms. Of course, he won’t touch his palms to your face- no, he wouldn’t do that to you- it’s mainly just his fingers pressing into your skin.

Once he’s content with kissing your lips, he tends to place a few more to the corners of your mouth- or, if he’s feeling particularly confident, a few to your hands. Honestly, if he could, he’d kiss every square inch of your face, and every finger on your hands, but… he’d have to save that for later in the relationship. For now, he’s more than happy with sticking to your lips and cheeks <3

lemon tea - “what are mornings like with them?”

Mornings with Amane are a bit lazy. Usually, when he can, he’ll stay up late- even later than sometimes intended. Not doing much of anything, simply admiring the stars. Between conversation with you and the beautiful night sky, he won’t realize how late it is until it’s too… late-. Therefore, the two of you probably end up sleeping in for a bit, and laying around for even longer. Though school may have his sleep schedule so messed up that he’s waking up just an hour after he does for school, it doesn’t make it any easier to get out of bed. In fact, he typically relies on you to get him out of bed.

You’ll usually wake up with Amane’s arms wrapped securely around your torso. No matter how the two of you fall asleep, that’s one thing sure to happen when you wake up. Amane jokes that, even in his sleep, he just wants to be with you- but it really is a cute thing to happen. However, all good things must come to an end, so you’ll eventually have to be the one to say: “Alright, Amane… it’s getting too late, we should get out of bed.” Will he immediately comply? Of course not. No, no, (Y/N), it’s going to take more than a statement to get this boy up and moving.

You’ll have to shake him, push his arms off of you, poke his face, and declare that it’s time to wake up. Eventually, he’ll mumble and roll around a bit, finally sitting up- his usually messy hair even messier than usual. Once you stand up, he’ll do the same, sleepily following you into the kitchen to grab something for breakfast… or… if you’re not too insistent on waking up early, it may be leaning a bit towards lunch. Who cares though? Amane doesn’t particularly, haha.

chamomile tea - “what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?”

Amane’s sleep schedule is slightly complicated, to be honest. He sometimes stays up later than intended when by himself, getting distracted daydreaming and looking at the sky. When you aren’t there, it’s his only escape from any chaos going on inside his home. In fact, if he notices that the rest of the house is asleep, he’ll be tempted to stay up even later. Just so he can enjoy the calm silence, pretending as if it’s just him and the stars, when his family really is still there.

However, when you’re there, it sort of changes? It’s a lot easier for Amane to lose track of time around you. When you’re around, he feels too energized to sleep early- the joy and comfort you provide him inspires him to stay up as late as he can, happy to just enjoy your company. Amane could talk for hours with you, even if it’s over nothing in particular- your conversations are always so entertaining, he can’t help it. Amane loves the way the topics switch constantly, sometimes smoothly, sometimes sudden and slightly interrupting. Each little thought that pops into either of your heads is freely shared, and the two of you seem to show such interest in what the other is saying. Accompanied by the stars, you and Amane laying outside and simply… admiring them? It only makes it better. On those nights, he doesn’t necessarily want to sleep. With you, he stays up as late as his mind and body will let him- that is, unless you say that you’re ready to sleep first. In that case, he’ll let you, claiming that he’ll do the same, but… to be honest, he may stay up for a bit longer, silently admiring you until he drifts to sleep.

[jademakean]

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐃𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐭♪

｡･:*:･ﾟ

•wowowow

•insecurities really finna play w us rn huh?

•WELL NOT ON MY WATCH BUCKO

•You and Timmy-boy had decided to announce to the public that y'all be pecking them lips for a while

•and ofc some "fans" got hella jealous because they stay pressed at any girl who breathes in his direction

•you didn't care because you're a bad bitch and you know it.

•buuuuuuuuut

•I like big buts and I can not lie

•sorry

•okay-

•you began feeling a bit insecure after reading a good handful of comments

•usually it was people tweeting: “Timothée should have a woman with some meat to her bones.”

•or

•“she built like a light pole.”

•or

•“That ain't a real woman, that's a little girl.”

•or

•“She can't even compare to Lilly.”

•ion fuck w Twitter

•You felt hella embarrassed and began wearing more baggy clothes to hide your true figure

•Timothée just assumed that you wanted to change your clothing style at first

•he got them maternal instincts thooo

•Once you stopped wearing your favourite dress he been knew that sum was up

•“You've been wearing sweats every day, are you alright.”

•it sounded a bit weird once it came out of his mouth so he quickly spoke up

•“I don't mind it but you usually really like dressing in fashionable clothing. I just wanna know if you're feeling insecure about your body. My sister has before and she went through the same process as you.”

•you were kinda surprised at how straight forward he was about it

•naturally you bawled your eyes out

•but it's okay

•Emotions cant be bottled up

•LeT yOur cOLoUrs shiNE

•He was like the sweetest baby and made you Pho

•DO YALL KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES TO MAKE PHO WITH ALL THE FÖCKING INGREDIENTS

•he also made you lemon tea w sum honey

•that shit was FIRE

•After you’d calmed down you told him about how you've been taking some of the negative comments to heart

•let me tell you

•manz mad mad

•TIMMY GOT THE STIFFY UH

•he took it to twitter to express his thoughts ofc

•“It's disgusting to see people who call themselves my fans making such negative comments against the woman I love. If you are comfortable body-shaming the people around you, feel free to leave. I refuse to accept you as a fan.”

•heehee

•he really comin for yall’s kneecaps

•Timmy-Tim began complementing your body more often and being more touchy

•h e   b o u g h t    y o u   c l o t h e s

•“You're the most gorgeous light pole”

•too soon Timmy

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

What’s wrong? (Tj Hammond) (Pt.1)

Characters: Bi!TJ Hammond x Asian!Female!Reader

Summary: You're an overseas worker and is in a relationship with TJ, but people can't seem to accept the differences between you both even by financially and background wise.

Warning: Kisses. Public making out. Mention of threesome but no lemon. Lmao. HOT, SEXY GIF'S which can make your phone fly. No angst yet. Annoying racist journalist. Mention of doing the birds and the bees but it wasn't written. Heehee!

Words: 4000+ (IT'S LONG AF. 😂 There’s a part 2 which will be posted soon if ya want?)

A/N: I always tend to write long ass oneshots for TJ Hammond. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Because maybe I'm the only one enjoying this? Lmao. GO BE CRAZY WITH YOUR FEEDBACKS, TATER TOTS! IT’S TIME FOR SOME ASIAN FEMALE READERS!

Disclaimer: GIF'S and pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😉 Credits to the owners of the GIFS.

"They're not gonna accept me, Teej." Your heart sank from the moment those words came out of your lips, it was like a curse that made your heart feel heavier with every beat. Those were just the mere, honest truth that was inevitable to come out.

You didn't want to beat behind the bush. From the moment TJ asked you to be his partner for the engagement party that was soon to happen for Douglas and Annie, the anxiety crept up your heart, jumping towards your head that made you speak the honest truth.

You knew deep down that your ethnicity and your background was making it difficult for you, for the both of you and for everyone.

TJ immediately sensed the disheartened change in your voice as he was mindlessly trying to help chop the vegetables needed, standing in front of the kitchen island. On the other hand, you were preparing the beef for the Stir fried noodles you opted to make, in request to the whiny Hammond boy living in yours and his apartment.

You felt gentle arms snake around your waist and instantly you knew whose arms were that from. Tj leaned down, his head beside yours as he adjusted to your five foot one height. You felt his lip on your cheek, peppering soft kisses till he reached your ear. "Am I hearing you right? Was that a whine I heard? As far as I know, I'm the whiny boyfriend here," Tj whispered and chuckled, feeling his hot breath fanning against your ear made you quietly gush in his arms.

"Thomas! Stop, You know I got the tickles there!"

Tj felt the need to be playful, in account to your saddened state. He continued blowing at your ear, "Oh, so now I'm only Thomas to you?" Chuckles and giggles rang around your apartment. Joyful laughters that was perfect to record and watch at any time of the day. Tj haven't been that happy since his recent breakup. From a political fool who he thought had loved him, but end up abusing and using the love he has been giving in the end.

Despite of his crestfallen, past relationship, you suddenly came along. He was utterly depressed and went back to being a druggie. After months have passed of being clean, the addiction came along after the heartbreak. Yet, it was stopped once again from the moment you came along. Basically, you were the rainbow after his rain and he ought to see the light from you forever glowing.

"Hey, hey," Tj pulled you away from your wandering, negative thoughts. Never forgetting to give your head a kiss, feeling the warmth spreading all over your body, "You gotta stop being a pessimist," He cocked his head, an eyebrow rising as he collected his thoughts, "Just..relax, everything's going to be fine I swear,"

You turned the gas range off, sighing and whipping around once you did, meeting a very soft, sweet looking Hammond boy whose eyes were the prettiest out of all the blues out there. Your lip was now in between your teeth, biting the flesh from overthinking what was bound to happen soon. "You always say that, and I'd rather expect the worst, Teej because you're in a relationship with me."

"What's wrong being in a relationship with you? I don't find anything wrong about it," He sassily shrugged, caressing your hip with his thumbs in utmost tenderness, "Anne's Asian, from a different ethnicity but they don't get to say their complaints or problems about it, Y/N."

You bit your lip harder, eyebrows furrowing from thinking too deep, "Anne's from a wealthy family, Tj. And I'm...I'm..from trash,"

"Which I was lucky to find because I have rummaged a diamond in the dumps," He chuckled, his laugh sounding angelic to you. You fought off a smile, the anxiety was still swallowing you whole, making everything more complicated for you. "It's not funny, you're just making my anxiety worse,"

Tj had to put more effort in distracting you, and so he tried harder. "Come on, Baby. Lighten up, nothing's gonna happen, it's going to be a boring day for us because the party was probably a way to bring those stormtroopers all together," He licked his lips, looking at you straight in the eyes with such shine that could make your heart go all putty. "Just be my plus one, be the good girl you are while we suffer this together, Deal?"

"I dunno, Teej. What do I get in return upon agreeing to this so called...deal of yours?" You purred, tracing the outline of his pectorials bulging out of his tight black shirt. A lopsided smile on your lips.

"Hmm," Tj playfully hummed, his head falling till he reached your ear, never forgetting to give it a tender bite, "Maybe some steamy shower with me, I suppose?" The naughty Hammond boy suggested with a tiny chuckle, his voice dropping an octave lower, even with a suggestive tone that reached down inside your pantaloons, making you squirm in his grasp. "That is..if you're up to it?"

"But--how about the food--" You stammered, finding it hard to say no.

"We could always start with the dessert first, Love." and you certainly didn't object after that.

                                                 ✧˖*✧˖*✧˖*✧˖*✧˖*

Tons of people with class that were worth a million dollars came lounging in. Small talks, and fake hi's were their main objective. Wealthy, power hunger crocodiles seem to sound appropriate for their understandable behaviors. Other people appeared to enjoy communicating with anyone whom they can see as wealthy and famous, making them look like a total gold digger or a social climber who likes to be friends with people whom are high-class.

Everything that was happening around you was making you shake your head in animosity. Another set of anxiety creeping you in. How did you even end up in Tj's home when everybody had given you the stink eye, jealous, thirsty women scanning your appearance and history from head to foot if that was even possible.

They were probably wondering how Tj was in a relationship with a substandard woman like you who lived in the eastern part of the world. Well, Sexuality-wise..They were certainly stunned to see the former first son gay icon renegade turned miraculously bisexual, acting all touchy-feely and having thoughts inside their judgemental minds as to why he kept staring at you, looking all lovestruck and whipped.

"Y/N!!! Sweetheart!" You jumped from the huge, beige couch as you lounged beside your boyfriend. A half empty Martini in hand. You could see Margareth, Tj's grandmother marching your way. Her hips swaying with her heels. Her smile never fading once she saw how you still kept your relationship with her complicated grand son, Thomas.

"Tj's keeping you all to himself! This kid can be selfish when he wants to," Margareth complained, her voice shaky and senile but a little bit too hyper for her age. She never forgot to playfully smack her grand son's head, "Aw! Nana!" Tj complained with a sweet smile drawn on his face. A smile that Margareth remembered when he was still a child back in the white house.

Finally, she thought. It was time she got her grand son back.

"Hey, Nana!" You chimed, a huge grin plastered on your face. Truthfully delighted to see somebody whom gave your heart that warm, familiar feeling. Margareth grabbed you in a hug once you stood up to hug her. Yet, you were too slow to be first. "Y/N," She murmured as she cut the hug. Staring right back at you with a sweet smile while she reached for your face. "I'm really happy you keep my grand son in check and completely elated like who he was back then," Nana muttered, taking glances back at Tj who was busy chatting with one of Elaine's friend.

"Please, don't leave him like how that asshole did, Y/N. I don't know what he'll do next when you do, sweetheart."

"I don't plan to, Nana." You gave a crooked smile, adding a giggle on the end. Your words repeating inside your mind like a mantra. Did you really not thought about that? Margareth smiled, lightly tapping your right cheek with a laugh. "Good," She grabbed another Margarita from one of the waiters who were strolling around, promptly sipping on it. "You're perfect for this family,"

You fit in the family. But, that was in Nana's humble perspective. What about Dougie? Elaine? Especially Bud's point of view? Do they accept you though?

The party went on. It wasn't late yet, though as the time went on, more familiar people came in and began to join in the party. As an awkward human being, you stood on the middle of the floor. All alone sipping on your second Martini. Tj asked you to give him a minute because he had to talk to someone and probably get something in God knows where. You immediately gave your approval, giving him a sweet, innocent, tiny kiss on the lips before practically shoving him away before it took much more than you intended to.

Loud chatters can be heard, controversial topics that reached your ear made you want to raise a brow because of their judgemental thoughts that should be kept locked inside their poisonous minds. 'You sure they ain't putting up an act to cover Tj's real sexuality?' 'I bet he's using her,' 'Or probably it's the other way around, girl.'

'She seems like a lonely bitch,'

You crossed your arms against your chest, the anger bubbling up till it reached your head. Giving you a minor, temporary headache. In your peripheral vision, you could see Tj from the bar, talking to Nana and her circle of friends, with a precious smile on his gorgeous face. It was all glitters and rainbows in his part.

On the other hand, yours were full of shit. You cussed inside the back of your mind. The thick-faced women giggled and they were quite close to you. They probably intended to let you hear their conversation, to stir you up and mess with your temper. Especially that journalists and reporters were around, waiting for something to happen so they could add it in their drafts.

You ignored them the best you can. Nonetheless, there was always one person who'll irk you and even try to stir up the kindness in you that could change into rage. You sipped on your cocktail drink while staring at the piano in curiosity. Does Tj know how to play? You mindlessly thought inside your mind. Oh, you were about to know and ask him about it. There was a lingering warm presence behind you, and you instantly smiled from ear to ear. Speak of the devil..

However, to your surprise a woman with blue eyes stood tall in front of you. Appearing to have this sense of pride that she was one successful woman. You could tell from head to toe and it made you feel so tiny and unworthy that you were welcomed to join in the party.

"Will you be so kind to answer these questions that I have for you? Ms..??" The lady humbly asked, an innocent smile that hid behind a wicked scheme she had in mind. You couldn't even believe her. How can she ask for an interview from a person whom she doesn't know his/her name?

What a fool indeed.

"Y/N." You kept a short answer, a tight smile on show as you sighed out loud which made the reporter raise a brow from your dissatisfaction. How dare you act annoyed when you should feel delighted to be interviewed even though you were one substandard woman whom Thomas Hammond obviously made his worst mistake. The woman thought through her fake smile planted on her thick, injected lips.

"So, let's start off with something simpler, Y/N." She paused, acting all modest with the fakest smile you have ever seen. "Tj's??"

If she wanted to appear stupid, then it was best to say the stupidest answers as well. You breathed in deep breaths. Take it with your big girl panties. You can do this. You can. "Supportive wife?" You spoke as a matter of fact. Snorting a little when you saw her jaw tighten.

The brunette woman couldn't help but snicker, sneaking a tiny roll of her eyes. "I don't see a ring," She snapped, laughing to herself and eyeing you from head to toe. "Or a collar?" She smirked when you kept your hands on your sides, fists completely tight, trying hard not to make a scene. No. Never stoop down to her level, Y/N.

"Hmm," She fixed the lapels of her black blazer, "Obviously, you're the girlfriend. I'm not an idiot, Ms. Y/N."

Your nerves was seriously ticking like a time bomb that was ready to explode. "Really? You seem to be a much bigger idiot than me when you asked for my name, but the truth is..I know you knew who I was," You breathed out harshly, not wanting to start and send off rude remarks that could have endless rebuttals. "If I'm an idiot then why do I own a big advertising company..Unlike you," Miss reporter held her head high with her tall height, eyeing you from head to toe again like it was her nasty habit. "I don't work at any Ching-chong restaurants that spits rice, noodles or kimchi's,"

Well, that made you face palm.

"Do you have any more racist comments that could honestly move me? Because that comment sucks so bad," You held a finger under your eye, trying to wipe away imaginary tears. "Cry me a river, woman."

Tj laughed a boisterous one from what grandma Mercedith just said. She was one of Nana's bestest friend and a sweetheart indeed. Margareth noticed that Y/N wasn't with her grandson, and so she questioned.

"Tj, where's Y/N?"

The latter smiled, those smiles that held teeth and was too picturesque not to ogle at. Nana couldn't help but lift her lips too. "Oh, over there." Tj gestured behind him, towards where the party was, never looking back. Margareth glanced where he was pointing to and saw that Y/N is being interrogated by the infamous reporter slash journalist slash owner of an almost bankrupt advertising company who had no good thing to do but make false hypothesis about every issue especially when it was about the Hammond family.

"Tj," Nana started, sounding disturbed. "If I were you, I won't go leaving Y/N in a place full of sharks wanting to munch on a bait," She pointed towards where Y/N and Rosalie Sparks where. They seem to be exchanging heated conversations because she could see how Y/N was keeping herself together. "The Sasquash is on the move, honey."

"What?" Tj turned their backs away from them. A stern frown appeared to be on show for the folks to see. Finally acknowledging what his Nana has been saying and there they were. His girlfriend and an annoying woman who was planning to offend and get something out of his girlfriend. What was new?

"How's it feel to be unaccepted in the Hammond family? Especially that we know Bud doesn't take a liking on you because of how incompetent you are and how pitiable your family is," Rosalie Spark's chatted like what she was saying are compliments that was meant to fill the heart. Though, it was filling it with dread and anger. "Rich people deserve to only be with rich people too," She clucked on her wine glass with her fancy gold ring, grinning in the process. "While the peasants deserve to stay in the dumps,"

You zipped your mouth. Never stoop down. Never. Silence is the best way to talk back because you knew you were educated, matured and old enough to know how immature she was acting.

"I'm honestly disgusted by Tj Hammond's tastes are in women," She continued, more like talking to herself because you weren't speaking. "Or he's probably just confused for the second time and is actually really..reallyyy into men," The bitch exaggerated.

"Because if I'm in a relationship with you or--" She held her mouth, supressing a giggle that made you want to throw a glass at her. "--to be unluckily sleeping with you, I'll just be gay for all my life, Y/N."

You could feel your eyes turning hotter as each second pass by. God, you were such a pathetic baby. Why had you even agreed to go the party? Obviously because Tj begged you to come with him.

Not a second has passed by when you felt a warm presence snake beside you, and it took you long enough to realize that it was finally your Tj by the looks of his black dress shirt and all black attire. An arm moved around you, clutching onto your waist and Tj felt you were shaking. Probably from anger because that's just who you are.

You'd rather stay quiet despite of how people attack you, you'd rather be kind to rude people than to offend them back and that's how Tj knew you were one of a kind. A special one.

Before you knew it, your heart skipped a beat from the moment he held your jaw with his hand. Ushering your face to look at him, and with one dip of his head he had you enthralled in his spell that could calm you down in the sweetest way. Tj kissed you, right in front of that annoying journalist to probably irritate the heck out of her. He locked your lips with his, teasingly lunging the tip of his tongue inside your parted lips as he closed his eyes. Acknowledging the effect you could only give to him.

You couldn't help but envelope your arms around his figure as you kiss him deep, biting on his lower lip that made you both smirk from how she was certainly already uncomfortable. Physical contact makes people feel awkward. Tj preed his eyes open, seeing the woman with a pathetic aggravated face that made him chuckle as you both kiss.

Oh, she wasn't going anywhere is she?

Tj gave her a grin, never forgetting to give your lip a tender bite that made your insides go mushy and another sweet kiss that made your heart twerk. He was yours and yours alone. Only yours.

"Tiger twat," Tj answered so smoothly with that hot smolder as he looked deep into your eyes. Completely enticed by your spirit with an innocent smile written on his face that wasn't too innocent in your line of vision. You could see the grin and irk threatening to be shown on his beautiful features. Here, you thought he was calling you a tiger twat when it was actually sent to the reporter slash journalist who looked guilty because she seemed to be entirely shook.

"Isn't that your nickname in DC?" He finally gave attention to the tall, angry Sasquash who happened to rudely interview you.

"News spread so fast, Rosalie."

Your loving boyfriend grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes that made her pride and dignity shatter like fragile chinawares. "What's it like to have teeth down there?"

"Your girlfriend's a bitch," Her ego was wavering yet that didn't stop her from trying to have the last laugh. Rosalie hardly bit the insides of her cheeks, remembering the awful night when the famous Tj Hammond who was out and wasted in his club and miraculously happened to reject her amazing, stunning self.

Oh, did she had a petty little crush on him so that was why she was acting so hostile towards you.

"No," Tj shook his head, a wicked grin threatening to come out and a lot of nasty sentences that could get her to crumble. "You're the bitchest out of all the bitch, Rosalie." He chuckled, his arm retreating from your waist as you saw him took a step forward till he reached her ear, bending down to whisper whatever he needed to.

"Don't come attacking my woman when you're still salty about that night," Tj harshly whispered on her ear, his voice turning an octave lower but definitely more harsh, breath hot and fanning, making her toes curl with want and hunger. "I remembered it so well," He chuckled, a sinister one. "I remembered how you were trying to get in my pants, yet my gay self didn't happen to find you attractive nor worth to fuck for a threesome,"

"Besides, I wouldn't want my dick to get chewed by that dry, loose, wrinkly, smelly twat, Sparks."

And just like that, she huffed and was in the verge of crying her frustrations out once she stomped her foot as she retreated. Making Tj form a wide smile that could make your insides turn a twist. What did he say that made the woman act like a bratty crybaby?

"Thomas," You started, seeing Tj walk back to you, enveloping his arms around your waist, leaning down to give you another peck on the lips but you were quick to maneuver your head, making him chase your lips with his. "Thomas," You repeated more sternly but quietly this time. He looked like he was a little smashed. Was he? you hoped he hadn't sniffed anything that could dissapoint you. "Nobody has the right to talk to you like that," He shockingly spat out in aggravation, looking deep in thought as he gorgeously stared into your eyes.

"What did you say to her?"

He shook his head, licking his lips as he whispered. "Nothing. It's not important, Sugar." His eyes was now trained on your lips, looking like he wanted to devour it all night. You couldn't help but smile. "Are you drunk?"

Your Tj drank in all of your beautiful features. Seeming to be mesmerized by your soul. "No, I'm not. I promise," He took a breather, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "I just love you too much. I can't stand them treating you that way,"

"Now, kiss me." He hastily puckered, dipping his head down for the third time and you were quick to adorably cover his mouth like the conservative person you are. "Tj, we're in the middle of--"

Tj didn't hide the roll of his eyes, showing you how much of a kill joy you were. "Do you think I give a damn?" He spoke against your palms, sounding muffled. "Y/NNNNNN,"

You internally rolled your eyes. He was such a baby. Your big baby. "Fine,"

He kissed your palms, planting a loud kissy sound that made people glance your way, his eyes turning adorable crescent moons once you dropped your palms off his lips. "I love youuuu," Tj puckered for the fourth time before grabbing your face in his hands. Kissing the daylights out of you in the middle of an engagement party. Apparently, it was Dougie and Anne's party yet it seemed like you were both having the engagement.

SCREAM OUT FEEDBACKS IF YA WANT A PART 2 OF THIS ONE SHOT BECAUSE THIS HASSSS A SECOND PART TO IT!!!!

XOXO, TATA

[pinktatertots99]

"you can kiss me as mutch your heart desires." For Samon x Mao please? i also like to mao as someone who never kissed before since all his fromer 'boyfriends' only wanted to Lemon him. maybe you can add that?

okie dokie

Sentence Meme - Fluff Version

“You can kiss me as much as your heart desires.“

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“c-can i kiss you?”

if mao’s ear accessories could twitch like a cat they would as he turned to see samon bowing at him. “...heh, what’s with such the posture?”

“just...y’know...” he trailed off, mao moving a hand to his chin to force his head up to see his blushing face. “heehee, your such a beginner monkey.”

“y-yeah well, you made the decision to date me asshole.” the cat chuckled as he let go, getting close to him. “you can kiss me as much as your heart desires~.” he replied, making the other blush harder as he leaned in hesitantly, lips pressing into the kiss as mao’s eyes widened.

he...didn’t expect it to be this...like this! humming lightly he tried to concentrate on taking his gloves off, his sharply golden and black manequired hands moving to try and take his tail belt off. before he could he felt samon move away with a sigh.

“thanks.” he replied as he moved to leave, feeling something though stopping him by the tail. raising a brow he looked to see the cat grabbed him. “...uhhh nimajita?”

“didn’t you want more?” he asked, samon raised his brow more as he lightly tried to tug his tail. “uh, no? why? what else? ...and why’re your gloves off?”

“well...that’s kinda how my relationships went?” he replied. “mean, there’s no kissing, but usually they want something more right?”

“...nimajita?”

“yes?”

“gimmie the names of all of em i’m killing em-”

“NO YOU STUPID MONKEY-”

“LEMME HAVE EM MAO I’LL KICK THEIR ASSES!!!”

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samon pouted as the bonk on his head started to subside with the cold soda on his head. “geez they were in the past anyways you really need a chill pill.”

“and bonking me on the head helped?”

“well it made you stop right?” samon stuck his tongue out at the smug kitty as both sat on the nanba mall bench. “well scuse me, gotta keep from people fuckin, metaphorically and literally, with my boyfriend.”

both went quiet as mao opened his drink. “...so...this is how a normal relationship is?” samon looked up, setting the fine temperatured soda on his side. “mean...no such thing as a normal one. just serious ones, not so serious ones, those kind.”

“so...this is a serious relationship?”

“mean, if you want it to be.”

looking down at his drink the guard’s eyes glistened lightly, blinking a few times only to let stray tears fall with a smile forming on his face. “think...i might like that.”

“cool, now, get over here dumbass i hate seeing people cry.” mao chuckled as he moved over feeling a hand wrap around his waist.

[shirtlesssammy]

8x05: Blood Brother

Then:

Benny, Dean, and Cas had one heck of a survivalist vacation. Sam’s brain broke (again) and he hallucinated a life outside the Life.

Now:

Benny! I really like Benny and am still really bummed that he’s gone. But right now, he’s topside and confronting his old nest. He wants to right some past wrongs -namely, them killing him. Cue machete time!

Sam and Dean are on the hunt for a very elusive Kevin Tran. They enter a motel room hoping to find him, but the room is empty.

(Sidenote: Mid-century wooden plaque appreciation note. They use these again in 8x08.  Liz Lemon also has an orange one hanging behind her door on 30 Rock. Boris has one in her office too. :D) The boys are at each other’s necks about tracking Kevin (and shared animosity about how they handled the off season). Dean gets a distress call from Benny and grabs a Toblerone before hitting the road. 

For science:

(What was up with early season 8? They’re just so tan and pretty.)

Dean’s trip to find Benny gives him lots of time to think about purgatory. Benny whistling in purgatory is kinda my jam. He draws the monsters in and they take them down as a team. This whole sequence is cinematic gold.

Sam sits down to do a little digging on where Kevin is hiding when he decides to stalk his ex a little. He’s distracted by a noise in the bathroom. He finds a broken fan and has his own flashback to his idyllic time fixing things after hitting a dog.

Here is a Sam Winchester plaid shirt appreciation picture:

Dean finds Benny’s truck and a supply of AB negative, and wanders the docks a bit before finding his friend. Benny’s a little worse for wear. He doesn’t stay that way for long once he gets a little vamp food in his belly though. In fact, he’s back to normal in no time, much to Dean’s shock.

Benny thanks Dean and dismisses him, but Dean wants to know what he’s tangling with. “You and that whole friend thing, man.” That’s right, Dean is loyal (especially when you save the love of his life --uh, but I’m getting ahead of things). In purgatory, while Benny and Dean hack their way through monsters, Cas still smites them dead. He’s a magnet though and they need to keep moving or ditch the angel.

Benny hides his contempt for Cas through sarcasm. Cas calls him out on his crap. Dean doesn’t like his new BFF and BF fighting.

Cas argues that maybe Benny is right. It’s dangerous to travel with him, and chances are good that he won’t be able to pass through the door they’re hoping to find. “Cas, we're gonna shove your ass back through the eye of that needle if it kills all three of us.” Poetry, Dean, pure poetry.

Back on the docks, Benny tells Dean that he’s hunting his maker. “Why?” Dean wonders. ”Kill him, before he kills me, again.”

Sam is still struggling through his motel equipment induced psychosis. This time the ice machine reminds him of trying to fix Amelia’s backed up sink. She finds him in her motel room and becomes instantly combative.

Going through Benny’s old nest’s belongings, they find a list of yachts.

It seems that’s how they would feed. Track yachts, board, burn, and bury it at sea. Dean picked up on the salient point of the story. “Vampire pirates. That’s what you guys are. Vampirates.” DEAN BEAN. I think Dean and Benny are friends because Benny actually enjoys Dean’s jokes.

They locate an address and head out. On the road, Dean gets Benny’s backstory on why he was killed. He was loyal to his maker, and the nest, until he met Andrea, a beautiful Greek heiress. They settled in Louisiana. His former vampire nest found them, tore out Andrea’s throat, and beheaded Benny. I haven’t heard a more tragic love story since a hunter traveling to the ends of purgatory to find his angel only for said hunter to lose the angel anyway.

Benny and Dean make it to their destination. Here is a picture of Dean just chilling on the bow of a boat. I never noticed that before. Heehee.

They head into the opulent house, machetes drawn. Benny finds a picture of Andrea on a table. It’s recent and in full color. Benny panics over it when a door opens from above and Andrea walks down the stairs. He stares at her in shock while the rest of the nest creeps up on him and knocks him out. “Idiot,” Dean spits at Benny from where he’s hidden himself. Oh, Dean. Love does not make us weak.

Benny wakes up to the taunts of his old nest while Dean prowls the hallways, blithely ignoring Sam’s phone calls.

Meanwhile, Sam stalks Amelia online in between irritated calls to Dean. Cut to a flashback of Amelia asking Sam, “You stalk helpless women and you break into their motel room and you fix their plumbing?” Listen. God bless you, Ben Edlund, for your delightful juxtapositions and also for the double entendre of “fix their plumbing.” You glorious canary. Anyway, Sam stares at her, gormless, and explains that he’s fixed the sink (that somebody shoved a ton of limes into). He stares at a fresh bag of limes on the counter. We all stare at the bag of limes on the counter. Amelia, what the fuck’s up with all the limes? And why are you so ashamed of them that you’re cramming them down the disposal? We learn that Amelia has “moved into town” by setting up residence at the local pay-by-the-week motel.

(I hope limes factor into your “Amelia is a hallucination” theory, Boris.)

Back with Dean, he angrily calls Sam and demands to know why Sam called him. Oh, Dean Bean. Dean whisper-shouts to Sam that he’s stalking a vamp nest...while he’s stalking the vamp nest. Sam’s considerably concerned (pissed) that Dean is taking on a vamp nest alone. Dean protests that he’s not alone, he’s with a friend. Sam responds with, “All your friends are dead!” OUCH. Sam, ouch.

Back with Benny, Andrea gives Benny a good slap, shoos away other vamps, and then leans in and...kisses him. Yay? When I first saw this episode I remember going YAY but, guys, I have seen this episode so I’m just going to weep gently for the rest of the recap. Benny and Andrea talk about their vampirism. Andrea slips a knife into Benny’s pocket and gives him the keys to his cuffs. She tells Benny to kill their master so that they can be together. Cue swelling music.

Back with Dean, he’s still having a shouty angry match with Sam when he detects a vampire. He uses Sam shouting on the phone as a lure (yesss) and slices off one vamp head, only to see another one just down the hall. His phone gets smashed in the fight. Oops.

Benny heads up with his guard to find his master in quiet contemplation in his study. The dude’s quite curious how Benny came to be topside, and wonders where he was while he was dead. Secrets secrets, man…

Meanwhile, Dean...

Back in Purgatory-flashback land, Benny argues against Dean’s monster prejudice. He tells him, “I think we both know which of our kinds kills more humans.” Cas backs up Benny. Oh, the burn, the sick, sick BURN.��

Benny tells Dean he’d gone clean before he died - donated blood only. There was too much good in humanity to kill it. While Dean and Benny squabble over the morality of vampires, Cas squints into the forest. Leviathan are approaching! They’re too close so there’s nothing for it but to run.

In the present Dean stalks the house…

In the present Sam heads off to find Dean…

Oops, we fell into the past again. Sam’s dog - named Dog? - runs into Amelia’s room and snuggles on her lap, drawing Sam awkwardly into her motel room. *eyebrow waggle* “I’ve seen a lot of stitches in my time and you got really good hands,” Sam tells her. SAM where did you learn pick up lines oh my god. Oh wait. You learned them from watching Dean, right? You learned them from watching Dean.

Amelia tells Sam that he must be a thrifty serial killer which...is certainly truth-adjacent. Sam asks her if she’s as shiftless as he is. She has nowhere to go because she has no one. Amelia nods. AMELIA my god if someone asks you if someone is going to miss you then you say YES this is stranger danger 101. She can’t resist his puppy eyes though. Amelia and Sam bond in the soft focus lighting.

Back with Benny in the present, the master continues to prowl around the study and boasts that he has everything he wants - both the sea and Andrea. Um. Okay. Benny tells him he doesn’t have Andrea, reveals his uncuffed hands, and then slices up the vamp lackey. The master tries to talk up how their long life is full of ennui and oh, wail wail, life is meaningless. Benny kills him.

After it’s done Benny finds Andrea. Yeah, baby! Let’s go live together in peace.

Andrea wants to “ride the high seas, plunder together.” MmmmHMMM. Oh, but also she wants to be a vampirate and kill people with Benny.

He looks at her sadly. “What I love. It ain’t here anymore. It was snuffed out long ago by monsters like me. I think we’re all damned.” Andrea vamps out and lunges for Benny when Dean suddenly comes from behind, knifing her in the gut and then chopping off her head.

Later, Benny asks Dean why he resurrected him - a horrible monster. Dean looks at his friend with the concern of someone who’s seeing his friend drowning into suicidal misery. Dean thinks back to Purgatory...

Sudden flashback to Purgatory! Leviathans zap in. There are two of them. Cas gets thrown to the ground by a leviathan whose mouth opens wide to swallow him down when….

Benny kills it, and saves Cas. (Me: curls up in a ball whispering “Dean saved Benny because he saved Cas. He saved Caaaaas”)

Back at the mainland dock, Dean and Benny disembark to find Sam. There’s a long, slow, beautiful moment where Sam shakes Benny’s hand and realizes what he is. His fingers twitch towards his weapon and then Dean slowly and almost imperceptibly shakes his head. It’s such a lovely moment of silent communication fraught with tension on all sides. “I can see you two have a lot to talk about,” Benny observes. He gathers up his stuff and heads out while Dean and Sam glare eye daggers at each other.

Benny, This is Quotes:

Mind if I take the Toblerone?

It does present a curious curl in the metaphysics, doesn't it? If you murder a monster in monster heaven, where does it go?

It’s good to know you’re as dumb as ever.

Vampirates!

Was Fabio on the cover of that paperback?

I am evil after all. At least I’ve had that much to keep me cold at night.

Don’t touch the produce.

All your friends are dead.

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Chase Collins - Tiptoe by the window

Pairing: Chase Collins x You (Fem!)

Summary: This is too short to begin with. Basically just filthy lemon? Heehee?

Words: 1000+

Warning: THIS IS LEMON. 😊 That's basically it. That's what I can only say. 😊😂

A/N: TAGLISTS ARE OPEN! Just send me an ask and I'll include you everytime I post. 😊 If you were hiding in Wattpad, reading smuts for Sebastian's characters..Y'all probably already read this? Heehee!

The bed was squeaking. Mattress moving. Lights flickering like damn Christmas lights on the 25th. It was flickering on and off just in time with every thrust of his pretty rough hips. Chase Collins was corrupting you in a very sinful way that could make angels shake their heads from their disappointment.

You've prayed to the heavens to guide you away from the latter. Not the opposite of what was happening as of the moment. Yet, there was no regret to your lascivious actions.

Despite of giving in to the witch, it was worth it.

"C-Chase, ugh!"

Every push was making you utter the most lewd moans, making you grab onto the bed sheets as hard as you can as he was taking you from behind. Your sweet juices was leaking on either side of your inner legs, dripping so sweetly.

He promised to eat you after he could have his fantasy on taking you on all fours. You knew he was skillful when it came to his mouth. Even better whenever he wasn't shameful enough not to be vocal and actually moan out all those ooh's and aah's that come out of him whenever you squeeze around him when you're on the verge of coming.

You could feel the upcoming blasts coming from behind your eyes and Chase could feel it too. The lights began to flicker on and off again and you knew why.

As you began to lift your head off the bed, never forgetting to utter out a very obscene moan. From the mirror, you've seen golden sparks glow around his eyes, bursting into an erotically sexy form of black that made your insides clench.

"Fuuuck," Chase groaned out his pleasure as he continued to propel his hips vigourously. Feeling his hard, thick girth pushing in and out of you in a hasty but deep manner. It was too good. You've welcomed the pleasure a little more than you do so as you fluttered your eyes closed, just feeling him corrupt you from behind.

A low, raspy growl was sent to you and his hand eventually wrapped around your neck, slightly giving it a squeeze to get your attention. But, it wasn't the type of squeeze that could get you coughing for air. "Look at me," his hot breath hit your ear. You helplessly moaned for the hundredth time, weakly grabbing onto his perfect fingers wrapped around your hips, letting it travel towards your aching breasts.

He obliged to your satisfaction and gave a rough squeeze. "Hnnnngg," Chase deeply moaned inside your ear. Snapping his hips as he was desperate to have his wonderful release. He couldn't help but flutter his eyes close for a second, loving the feeling of you around him. Yet, as you clenched around him, he snapped his eyes open wide and it was dangerously black.

His fingers then began to travel towards what was in between your legs. Those sweet, sweet juices that he ought to taste for the second time. Once he got a hold of you, fingers slipping in between your moist folds, you knew you were done with.

"Baby, look at me," Chase repeated, circling your precious little bud in a way which can make you mewl. Soft, wet lips were sucking a part on your neck that made you gush. You were choking in you own moans, and you fluttered your eyes open, seeing your Chase eyeing you from the mirror. His lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispered,

"How about I make you my wi-atch?" he grinned, all sinister and perverse. You knew he was a witch, and accepted him for being one. The fact that he does witchcraft and all those dark magic made him more hot than ever. Ipswitch was a bizarre place to live in and residents have been warning you about the town's tell-tales that witches were walking around town or even go to school with you. They age slower than most humans and Chase Collins was proof to their so-not-strange theories.

Chase is a witch after all.

Nonetheless, was he the only one?

Another thrust was all he took for his face to turn exquisitely erotic. Lips forming an 'O' that would make women nut in just one look of his face. He continued his sinful ministrations, his fingers searching for a hole that he would gladly taint with his supernatural fingers.

His fingers were now all dirty from your own juices. He kept on rubbing your nub in circles as he continued moaning on your ear like a sexually deprived animal as his eyes were pitch black. Chase Collins smirked one last time before inserting a finger inside your hole, making you verbally choke in your own whimpers..

"You're my filthy wiatch," he roughly snapped his hips, pushing deeply inside of you as the bed squeaked louder, hitting a spot inside of you that made you moan out loud. The thought of your house mate hearing you in the living room only excited you further.

"Only mine," Chase breathed in your ear. His finger curled inside of you, inserting another to give you more pleasure, stretching you out. Your bed post was hitting the wall everytime he was snapping his hips.

The curtains to your room was suddenly pulled open just in time when four boys began exiting their vehicle, striding through the apartment and Chase inmediately knew they were there for you.

You were Caleb Danver's best friend after all and a very loyal friend to the Ipswitch boys.

But, you've decided to play deaf and blind for the people who were warning you about Chase.

Reid has heard your vulgar moans as he came walking down the corner where your room was. Lo and behold, there you were being fucked into Oblivion by the man he hated the most 'Chase Collins'.

Chase sucked a bite on your shoulder as he lowly chuckled and groaned. Reid was watching and so he was distracting you from the opened curtains as he freely corrupted you from behind, his malicious grin never fading.

"You're only mine and not theirs, Y/N."

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Chase Collins - Pacify Her (Part 1)

Characters: Chase Collins x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your co-workers especially the president of the company you are working at has this grudge towards you because you couldn't reciprocate the infatuation he had for you and so you came marching towards your office with a hot head. Shocking you once you saw a very familiar person sitting on your throne.

Warning: Kinda have sugar mommy content? If you squint at it closely. Oral. (Male receiving!) So MUCH suggestive content but it does not get to where we all want. HEEHEE. NOT YET. (THIS IS STILL LEMON)

Words: 2,500+

A/N: PARENTAL GUIDANCE MUST BE ADVICED. THIS IS NOT SUITABLE FOR VERY YOUNG AUDIENCES. LOOK AWAY, PURE TATER TOT. LOOK AWAY. (UNEDITED. RAW. PROBABLY HAS LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMATICAL ERRORS)

Chase was contemplating whether or not to visit you in your office. You were sure enough you've told him to inform you if he would want to visit you in your own office. Being a sneaky, mischievous human he was, decided it was better to surprise you. Besides, were you hiding something from him so that was why you didn't want him to surprise you a visit? He'd told you everything that you needed to know, even his deepest, malignant secrets weren't left untold.

He was overthinking again. Oh dear.

The elevator pried open, alerting him with a loud ding. He lifted himself off from leaning on the handles, mindlessly raking a hand up to fix his styled brunette hair.

In his peripheral vision, he saw a shadow standing in front of him. There was no doubt, just feeling her aura made him instantly knew who was standing before him. A tall, blonde woman with thick rimmed eye-glasses whom he was kind of familiar with.

Oh. Beverly. The loyal, kind-hearted assistant who unluckily saw you and him having lazy, hot, missionary sex on your beloved couch. She happened to plan and give you some important files that you needed to sign, yet her timing was the best. Insert the sarcasm there.

Beverly's pretty blue eyes were tempted to pop out of her eyesockets once she saw your lover appeared inside the elevator looking scrumptious with his suit. Obscene flashbacks came running in her mind, leaving her face all steaming with embarrassment once their eyes connected.

She could remember how she tried to get off over Chase's lewd moans that made her orgasm for the second time on her bed, all by herself. Beverly isn't exactly innocent as we think she is, yes? Chase could feel her embarassment, and he can see the uncomfortable longing she had hidden beneath those blue eyes of hers.

He could sense some attraction growing inside of her, an attraction that was meant for him. Though, even if he could sense every bit of her emotion, he tried to smile it off to not make it seem awkward since they already started off a little embarassing by how you've seen him naked, on top of her kind boss.

If only he could sense your emotions just like how he does with everybody else then everything would be perfect.

"Beverly, right?" Chase hesitantly spoke, grinning at her that made the woman shift her eyes away from him. "I know we started off...well," He continued, trying to word out their past encounter a little less shameful.

He chuckled, an awkward one with a smile that made her spine shiver. "Is Y/N working?" Chase shifted the subject, licking his lips as he stared into her wavering eyes. "R-right.." Beverly muttered more to herself, biting the insides of her cheeks as she remembered he was her boss's boy friend who happened to look dangerously too sexy, hot and breathtaking for his own good.

Well, she definitely didn't know what lies behind that gorgeous face.

"Miss Y/N is on a meeting right now, but you can wait for her in her office," She paused, faking a cough. "I guess?"

Chase could only smile, one that held innocence behind his sinister grin aching to show. He knew what was making her feel uncomfortable, and what a naughty assistant does Y/N have. He thought at the back of his pretty, dark mind. "Thanks," He responded, winking at her that made her insides go wild.

Well, it was time to tell Y/N about her night adventures. Preferably about the subject where she gets off by the thought of Y/N and him having sex plus his moans that could have her panting in her own bed.

°°°°°

Chase was slouched from his seat in the middle of your big office table. He was currently scrollling through his phone with a smirk on his face as he could sense your heavy footsteps coming to march in. He saw a news article talking about a barn that have been caught up in a fire three months ago. Chase's lips formed into a harsh, thin line, the images of him and Caleb Denvers fighting came flooding inside his pretty, mischievous head.

They wouldn't get to find him, not anymore.

"Fuckin' Stewart dismissed me in the meeting just because of his pathetic feelings over me!" You came crashing through your own office. Roughly closing the door with a loud bang. Chase's presence was still unrecognized as you didn't see him proudly sitting on your office chair. He uncrossed his legs, spreading them wide as he sat back, a hot, lopsided smile lifting his cherry, red lips. His baby blue eyes standing out with his tuxedo. Chase knew you too well, and he knew how your maddened state would end up at the moment.

You took your black vest off, hastily throwing it on the leather, black couch sitting close to the wall. A loud groan came out of you, "Told him I didn't like him a single bit the other night! But, the dick didn't took his rejection too well and came to work with his petty attitude!"

You bit your lip hard, your hands on either side of your hips as you stared at your name plate sitting on your office table that read 'Y/N Y/L/N - Vice President' "He's such an asshole!"

Chase was certainly entertained by how you were acting right now. His eyes exploring your curves hidden behind your white, longsleeved polo shirt. Travelling towards your delicious legs, your black pencil skirt hid the part where he wanted to see the most. Chase's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, taking a very deep breath before his hands went towards his black belt.

He knew how to calm you down, he knew how to shut those pretty lips of yours.

Chase decided to make his presence known. His naughty eyes was heavily trained on you as he took his time to unfasten his belt, the metal clung echoing around the office. "Do you need something to calm you down?" He uttered, voice deep and low as he fumbled with his slacks.

You jumped from where you stood, eyes landing on a very exquisite looking Chase Collins who was dressed in a tux, his hands fondling with the buttons of his slacks. The glint in his eyes shifted into something more innocent, something more pure that would ignite something inside you.

He was your sweet, mischievous boy and the innocent look in his eyes was making you damn wet.

You shifted from one foot to another, staring at Chase who began unzipping his slacks, his focus premarily on his fingers. What was he doing? Your eyebrows were cinched together in confusion, "You're pretty much tense and furious," He added, sounding sympathetic but with a hint of naughtiness.

Chase licked his plump, red lips while he took his semi-hard dick out. His lip slipping in between his teeth as he gripped himself by the base, head falling on the chair behind him as he wrapped his hand around the base of his dick a little more tightly.

"Oh, God..Yes," Everything happening right below Chase's torso was hidden from your view because of your large, black office table. Without any thought of Chase's lewd actions, you marched your way towards him, your heels clucked step by step on the marbled floor. Stopping once you've reach behind your table and saw how Chase began moving his hand up and down his shaft, pleasuring himself. A sigh left his lips when his own thumb flicked his bulbous head. His cock growing harder and larger in his hand as he continued jerking off in front of you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing??" His hand pumped up and down in a fast pace. The promiscious sounds distracting your maddened self, suddenly forgetting why you were even mad in the first place.

Your eyes was intently focused on his moving hands, seeing how hard he was becoming from his own ministrations. You felt your words get eaten, as you couldn't form any coherrent words from seeing his fat cock sprung out in such a place like your office. He muttered a moan that made you lick you lips, your eyes trained on Chase's delighted face, his eyes fluttering closed for a second and eyebrows furrowed with his mouth ajar. "Ugh," He freed his eyes open, an intense stare peering up at you, threatening to go black but he tried his hardest not to, his hand going faster, never forgetting to give a little twist of his wrist. "P-preparing your fucking pacifier,"

The delicious, obscene sounds was making you entirely damp down there and the way his face contorts in pleasure didn't help a lot in making you sane. Why was he doing this? "Are you doing this so you could get an extra gift? Do you need something?" You muttered, eyes soley with how he was pumping himself up and down.

Chase's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, appearing to choke in his own pleasure. He licked his lips, his hazy, beautiful Steele blue eyes peering up at you with need. "I'd rather think of this as helping you shut that pretty mouth of yours to calm yourself down because your co-workers certainly don't want you lashing out on everyone, Oh god..Mmmmh," You were dumbfounded on the spot, completely enthralled by your baby boy pleasuring himself in front of you. Automatically, you crossed your legs to lessen the itch forming in your core. An itch that you so wanted Chase to aid upon to.

Chase seemed to look impatient as his hand movements were slowed down, his cock turning redder as time passes by, wanting to have its release. He smirked right up at you, his other hand reaching out to grab your wrist, pulling you down, kneeling before him while the other was continuously on his dick, pumping his shaft with a tight grip. "Ugh--Will you please just suck my cock? I really don't mind you using my balls as a stress reliever or something," He paused, his eyes fluttering closed for a second. Trying to control his emotions before all hell breaks loose. "Appreciate my help, Y/N." He whispered, desperately. Glancing down at you as you fixed your position. Crawling beneath your own office table and propelling in between his thick legs. Oh, God was it hot. You thought silently, feeling all hot and bothered.

You cleared your throat, acting like you weren't excited to see what happens after. "You just wanna experience having a blowjob while you're in my office, Collins." You mindlessly uttered, making Chase stop his movements, casually gripping his hard dick by the base as he lurked above you, cocking his head to the side, shrugging his shoulders. "That could suffice, but seriously." He paused, "You need to shut up before your co-workers hear you talking about that dick Stewart liking you," Chase reached for your face, his thumb caressing your matte, rosy red lips. Completely indulged by the softness and look of it. Imagining how it would feel around his cock. Naughty, Chase is. "We don't want the president of the company knowing he has a petty little crush on the vice president now, don't we?"

You appeared to look unmoved. A nonchalant expression on show, and the warlock couldn't help but grin. You were certainly ruining the mood.

"You just want your cock sucked,"

Chase licked his lips, his beautiful, satisfying blue eyes serious and desperate for some action. "Fuck, fine." He huffed to himself.

"Please," He exaggerated, grabbing the back of your head, pushing it towards his impatient, swollen dick. "Please, suck my cock. It's one of my fucking fantasies to--" His breath hitched as he felt your hot, saturated mouth moving down on him. The pleasuring feeling of your mouth around his dick made him bite his lower lip to refrain from moaning out loud. God, what a wonderful life he has. "--Ahh, fuck. Yes.."

Chase panted, his chest heaving up and down as he watched your lips surrounding his swollen, veiny cock. Your pink lipstick leaving a mark as you bobbed your head up and down like a chicken having his or her feed, a hungry chicken indeed. You pulled your head up, leaving his cock with a pop that made him hiss from the unsatisfying warmth that left him. Peering down, he saw that playful glint in your eyes. Seeing your fingers pop the buttons of your white long sleeved polo off in a slow, aggravating way.

"You fucking me on my office table after this?" You asked nicely, teasing him in the process as you gathered his balls in one hand, slightly giving a squeeze before moving to the next one. "I need to fuck, please tell me you're fucking me on my desk,"

He tried hard not to roll his eyes at you, but he couldn't help it. You were this close to getting fucked in the mouth by him if you confinue to sexually frustrate him more. "Really?" Chase appeared unamused, cocking his head to the side with an irked expression.

His cock twitched in anticipation.

"Alright, alright!" He breathed out of his nose in vain. Washing his face with his hands frustratingly. "I'm fucking you where ever you want after you give me a blow job," Chase sighed, face turning redder from his pent up aggression. "Now, will you please?"

You grinned, zipping down your skirt and shimmying out of your clothes. Leaving your black underwear and bra on. "You gonna hit it from the back?"

Chase Collins rolled his eyes, acting like a pent up bitch that you oh-so-love.

"You're one word away from having your anal fantasy over, Y/N."

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