#like the frat you'd see out in the middle of the night trying to take a stoplight

[worldsouls]

CLEVER GIRL.

Say hi to Raptor, an OC who's been a WIP for (I think) well over a year! But here she FINALLY is, making her first art appearance in all of her theatre-loving, ass-kicking, Pack-defending glory!!

Art by the delightful @badtrigger!!!

[ivysangel]

imagine the sexual tension between you and college au!jason and y’all finally take care of it during a one-night stand at some random ass party and the TENSION ONLY GETS WORSE ⁉️ like first y’all were ignoring how bad y’all wanted to fuck each other and NOW you have to act like he wasn’t just devouring your pussy a few nights ago

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tutor!jason who your teacher sets you up to study with twice a week since he's acing the class. the first time you meet, it's in the library, and you almost sit down next to a different guy because jason doesn't look at all like the type to know the ins and outs of gothic lit. if he wasn't nose-deep in mary shelley's frankenstein you would've assumed he was a jock doing recon and looking for some pussy.

but he's not; he's actually really kind and smart and also really fucking hot. your tutoring sessions go on longer than scheduled because you spend more time staring at him than you should. you're actually kind of embarrassed about it until you catch him staring at you one day with a familiar look, one you'd given him many, many times when he wasn't looking.

from then on, things are pretty tense between you two, not in an angry kind of way, but more of an unprecedented level of horniness kind of way. and the growth of your friendship is temporarily stunted because of how badly you want to fuck each other.

but it all comes to a head at some dumb frat party. you're a little buzzed but still lucid enough to know that jason's out of place in this environment. he hates frats, hates the culture around it, hates the fact that he gets mistaken for one so often.

so why the fuck is he flirting with some random sorority girl who's trying way too hard to keep his attention. you're thinking to yourself, "he's not gonna fuck you." but you're not actually 100% sure about that, so you find your way over to him just in case.

his attention immediately shifts to you and little miss greek row makes herself sparse when she realizes his eyes are locked on you and only you.

you're making conversation, but it's kind of awkward; you were clearly green with envy over the prospect of him fucking someone else despite having no claim to him or his dick, and now you were just hitting him with a "sooooo fancy seeing you here!" and he's just looking at you; peering down at you with this look in his eyes that just so dark. unlike anything you've seen on his face before. and then he's finishing off his drink and asking if you want to go somewhere quieter.

ok, so boom. he's leading you up the stairs and into an empty room, and if either of you were sober or not blinded by an intense need to fuck the other, you probably wouldn't have hooked up on some frat guy's unwashed sheets.

and using "hook up" is generous because you're the only one that got anything out of it. he was pretty much hiking your dress up to eat you out before the door was fully closed, and he continued to stay there, between your legs, with his mouth sucking on your clit until someone knocked on the door and killed the vibe. #jasontoddcertifiedmunch

you thought the tension before was bad, but it gets so much worse. you start skipping your tutoring sessions, and the few you do show up to end early because you can barely look at him. you can't get the image of him licking his lips after eating you out out of your head, and it was beginning to drive you insane. 

he was also going insane, but for a different reason. while you were scared that it ruined your friendship, he was craving you more and more with each passing day, wondering where you'd be if you'd gone all the way. he was on the verge of knocking out the teeth of the asshole that interrupted you and shooting you a "u up?" text in the middle of the night.

[answer2jeff]

break-up, make-up.

song : post break-up sex

warnings : fem!reader, porn with some plot, smut, unprotected piv, make-up sex, lip being needy, mentions of alcohol and smoking (tobacco), reader has scumbag friends, sad pathetic banging, intentional lowercase. (lip and reader are 18.)

word count: 3,707

authors note: this is only like my 2nd time writing smut.......

your abdomen felt cold pressed against the marble of your bathroom counter. pulling at the skin of your face, running your fingers through your messy hair, and picking yourself apart in the mirror that doubled as a medicine cabinet. you didn't feel like yourself. you swung the cabinet open, reaching for a hard candy eyeshadow pallet, a black eye pencil so old the label had rubbed off, and a mauve-brownish lip liner.

your phone buzzed against your pocket. you groaned, dropping your products into the sink before snatching it from the depths of your jeans.

773-642-3719: party @ ashleys 2night. u coming? 2:36pm.

it must've been karina. ever since you gave her your number on your break during your waitressing shift at patsy's, she'd been trying to drag you out of the house. you couldn't blame her. mopey from your breakup, picking up as many hours as possible, spending your free time collecting coupons for shopping sprees you'd never go on to spend money you didn't have, she was sick of you ruining the atmosphere everywhere you went.

or, wherever you didn't go, more accurately.

"he's just a guy. just—go fuck someone else! who cares if he's a dick just like him. focus on the task at hand: getting laid," she told you, licking strawberry jam from the tip of her middle finger.

"i'm just gonna miss him more," you sighed, watching the clock tick as your 15 minutes of what was supposed to be relaxing free time, was going to waste.

"*** ******** is not some kind of sex god, okay? the sex was good. you can find good sex anywhere."

"whatever."

he was more than that. he was more than the sex. he was the kisses in the early mornings where you'd wake up with him in your sheets. he was the whispers of 'you're so beautiful,' and 'i love you,' whenever you doubted yourself. he was the shitty jokes and late night walks, splitting cigarettes and dabbling in gossip. he was your best friend.

but he was also the hands that slammed your bedroom door. he was also the alcohol on his breath. he was also the words that told you to 'get your shit together.' he was also the broken promises he could never keep.

but he was more than anything karina saw him as.

i'll be there :) 2:38pm.

773-642-3719: bring some1 cute with u! 2:40pm.

you stared blankly at her text.

👍 2:42pm.

bring someone with me? who the hell would i bring? daniel's working tonight. and he's not cute. well—he's not ugly, but...no. stop. just drop it. you don't need to bring a guy with you. jesus. you don't need anyone. relax.

i'm here. 12:37am.

you knocked about 3 times before a lanky, raven haired boy with puke all over his title fight t-shirt swung the door open. you looked past his shoulder to see a group of familiar faces behind him.

"please tell me that's not h—" a short blonde girl groaned before a redhead, eliza, butted in.

"there she is!" she yelled, calling karina over.

the warm glow of the living room complimented the post-punk rock that rang through the poster filled walls of ashley's house. you were met with waves from your friends. karina beamed and quickly made her way over to the front door to greet you. her chunky sandals boomed against the hardwood floor, her red solo cup nearly falling out of her hand.

"you made it!" she smiled, taking your hand and dragging you into the makeshift frat house, slamming the front door behind you. the atmosphere was uncomfortably warm. probably due to everyone sweating their asses off from drunkenly dancing and grinding on each other.

"uh, yeah—i'm kinda late. sorry."

"fashionably late," she corrected you as you followed her through dozens of other girls and into the kitchen.

you analyzed the space. you knew a couple people here, either from work or highschool, since it was the summer after senior graduation, but there were plenty of girls and guys you'd never seen in your life. for the first time in months, meeting new people was sickening. immediately reaching for the bottle of tito's to help ease your mind, eliza stopped you. she furrowed her strawberry blonde eyebrows at you, shaking her head.

"uh-uh. you're the designated driver, sweetie. we can't have you drunk, too!"

your mouth gaped open in disbelief. were you seriously dragged here just to play babysitter?

"but there's plenty else to do," karina peaked her head out of the kitchen and eyeing a couple of her friends that resided on the couch, beer bottles in hand. you couldn't help but turn your head to look, too.

"mikey's got weed," she pointed to a shirtless brunette, "and i think destiny brought some—fuckin, i don't know, xanax to cool your nerves."

you nodded, lips pulled tight in a painfully neutral expression that read 'okay' and 'fuck you i hope you break every bone in your body and live your life as a spiritless vegetable,' at the same time. your arms were crossed against your chest, your body pretty much caving in at the amount of sheer embarrassment that coursed through you.

"since you're, y'know, kinda losing it," eliza wiped the corner of her mouth where whiskey-soda had been dripping from it, pointing her finger at you. her messy red nail polish on healthy long nails taunted you.

you felt like a wad of pink chewing gum: slammed between teeth and tongue just to be spit out and drenched in spit. but you weren't useless enough to be thrown away. just stuck under a table for some gross, unsanitary bitch to pick it up again and stick it right back in her gossipy mouth. cursing yourself for being here, you stormed out of the kitchen and made your way toward the back porch.

if you left, you'd be a prude. but if you stayed and drank, kissing strangers and making up stories filled with little white lies, you'd be deemed a slut for the rest of the summer. your last choice was to stick around, being that annoying girl who smoked cigarettes outside of the party to freak people out.

and so, you did. you hung around outside, watching people come in and out. occasionally, someone would stop to ask if you were alright, if you wanted a drink, or just someone to talk to. you politely declined every time. almost like you were waiting for some other opportunity to spring up in front of you.

"hey," a voice behind you rasped.

it startled you. it was painfully familiar. so much it made your heart drop to your empty stomach. you turned yourself around, eyes met with blue orbs that stared directly into you.

there he was. lip. your lip.

except he wasn't yours. not here. not now. possibly not ever.

"oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me, gallagher."

your hands grabbed onto the wooden railing of the porch steps. hoisting yourself up, you brushed off any dirt that smeared onto your dark blue jeans. your eyes were glued to the ground as you tried to swiftly move past him the moment you could stand up.

"no, c'mon—" he pleaded, rolling his eyes and following you back into the house. he hadn't had a sip of booze. for once, his mind was completely in the clear.

eliza and karina sat on the kitchen counter, their shoulders pressed together while shared a beer bottle, possibly their 6th or 7th of the night. you seriously wondered what they even talked about. they didn't have much in common other than the fact that they both liked reeking havoc on innocent people. and you.

"did one of you fucking invite him?" you spat, stepping just a foot away from the two of them snatching the beer bottle from karina's hand, you held it tightly in your fist, your fingertips turning pink at the brute force.

"lip? yeah, i did! wait, did you guys break up, or something?" eliza laughed, twirling a red curl around her finger while she gave an obnoxious wave to lip as he stood behind you. he bit the inside of his cheek, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets and balled into enraged fists.

your jaw had been nailed to the floor at this point. karina looked down at the ground in shame. she didn't care about your 'healing' or 'getting laid.' all she cared about was stirring shit. it was such a middle school stunt for a 19 year old girl to pull. finally snapping, you slammed the beer bottle onto the ground, watching it shatter into a million pieces. clenching your teeth, you looked back up to see the disturbed expressions on your 'friends' faces. they weren't allowed to make this decision for you. you would decide if and when you were ready to act like a normal fucking person around lip.

a boyfriend wasn't the only thing you lost. you lost a friend, a piece of yourself.

hot tears pricked at your waterline. you spun back around and darted towards the front door. shoving through people, your hands grabbing onto their arms and not-so-gently moving them out of your path. you could feel lip's footsteps behind you, his pathetic whines calling out for your name; calling out for his friend ex-girlfriend.

"hey, would you just fucking talk to me? please?"

you finally stopped, taking a deep breath and letting the salty tears that streamed down your face smudge your mascara before turning to face him. the angry knit of his brows from earlier was gone. his face relaxed, a breath of relief escaping his mouth when he could finally just look at you. he took in the sight of your tears, your swollen lips, your shoulders that tensed under your jacket, the way your jaw trembled when you cried.

"i don't wanna talk," you muttered as you shook your head, "i just—i don't wanna talk here. can we go upstairs, or something?"

you stared back, half of your bottom lip barred behind your teeth, analyzing every inch of him. the way his hair that ended at the middle of his ear had grown a bit too thick, the line that formed between his chin and his lower lip when he frowned, his short eyebrows, how prominent his philtrum was, and his blue eyes that caught your attention the day you met in 10th grade chemistry. you missed the way the top row of his small teeth would beam whenever he laughed.

"yeah," lip nodded, "we don't have to be down here, alright? c'mon," he reached for your hand, tilting his head as he tried to stare into you.

you worried about forgetting the feeling of his hands gently caressing your face, rubbing your back when he held you close, twirling your hair around his fingers, when his palms would indent the plush of your thighs, or when he'd grab onto your waist when you kissed him.

there was no way you'd ever forget now.

"jesus, lip—" you huffed through open-mouthed kisses, your fingertips digging into the flesh of his shoulders. the cold wall against your warm back made you shiver once he tore your shirt off from over your head, along with the jacket he zipped down and gently slipped it off from your arms as he trailed kisses from your jawline to your collarbones.

in the most needy, starved way possible, you tugged at his cotton t-shirt. almost as if he'd read your mind, despite him being on a completely different planet, he pulled away from your mouth and peeled his grey t-shirt off with the same hands that rubbed those fucking circles against your hips the way he always did when he kissed you again.

some things just never changed.

your fingertips pressed against his bare abdomen until they made their way up to his chest. you missed seeing that little triangle tattoo that tyler gave him in the school bathroom. kissing it, tracing your fingernails around the perimeter, occasionally biting and soothing the mark with your lips.

"fuck this stupid party," he scoffed, his hand getting a hold of your chin and tilting your head back up to face him. you looked into him through your lashes, lids low with desire. the look in your eyes ruined him.

"yeah. fuck it."

you glanced at his lips and back into his eyes, just for him to smash his mouth into yours again. it was a mess of teeth and tongue while you entangled your hands in his hair.

"shit—" lip detached himself from your mouth to fill his lungs with hair that smelled like your perfume and sex.

his hands cradled your face so gently it was like you'd break if he ever dared to let go. your hands moved over the groves of his arms and up to his shoulders over and over again, the feeling of soft, supple skin never getting old.

"c'mere, pretty girl," lip breathed against your ear, his hand wrapping your neck gently.

he desperately began sucking and biting the tender skin, coming back to comfort it with pecks and blows of fast, cool air. tuffs of curly blonde hair tickled your jawline every time. his veiny hands roamed down the sides of your torso, never traveling up, until you tried removing your bra yourself. lip shook his head, removing his hands from your hips and reaching behind you to unclip the uncomfortable fabric while you clung to his shoulders for support.

"lip—" you protested, slowly growing impatient.

"i got it, baby," he whispered, kissing your shoulder before carefully slipping the straps over your shoulders and off of your body. that pet name hadn't bounced off of his tongue and rang through your ears in weeks.

once he tossed the bra to the floor, your body relaxed as lip backed away just an inch or two to admire you. he smiled, teeth and all. maybe he really did miss you. your hands rested on his shoulders, slowly backing him up towards the bed of the guest room.

funny. you swore what you and lip had was more than the sex. and it was. you weren't lying about that. but my god, the crave for his skin against yours was unbearable. flashes of your hookups projected over your head. the moans that erupted from you while you tugged on his blonde curls for dear life as he pounded into your weeping cunt—you missed all of it.

"i can't believe you even showed up here," you muttered, using the pads of your fingertips to shove lip onto the soft mattress, silk sheets feeling cold against his back. he glared at you through furrowed brows, propping himself up on his elbows. but his expression softened when he saw you unbuttoning your jeans, zipping the fly down and hastily kicking them off.

"me? you—" he let out a shaky breath, gnawing at the inside of his mouth and sitting up right, "you haven't been out of the house for days."

he stared down at the white lacy underwear you wore, fighting the urge to get up and tear them down your ass until they fell at your ankles.

"and how the hell would you know that?"

you raised your eyebrows, signaling to lip to fall back again so you could reveal the aching bulge in his pants. that same bright smile of excitement made your stomach stir as you were unbuttoning and unzipping the denim that imprisoned his cock.

"been spyin' on you a little bit," he joked, but he wasn't totally kidding. for the past week and a half, he'd been taking 'shortcuts' to get to any destination just so he could briefly stop in front of your place. just to see if you'd ever come out and coincidentally run into him. he even started going to your usual hangout spots to see if you'd turn up.

but you never did. him even going to this party was solely based on the off chance that you might've been here. possibly with a new guy. but you weren't. you were alone. just like he often was.

"how sweet," you teased, tracing the tattoo on his chest. caving into your urges, you tilted your head lower to pet it with a kiss, your eyes closed before trailing your lips back up to his own. he huffed through his nose, laughing at your gesture. it was cute. you were cute. lips hands moved down to your hips, his fingers slipping underneath the waist band of your panties. that little puddle of arousal shining through the white fabric of your thong only egged lip on. he looked into your eyes for permission, not wasting any time to help you remove them the moment you nodded your head.

letting him pull them down the plush of your thighs, you turned just enough where you could slip them past your calf's where they pooled at your feet before finally slipping off onto the floor. a delicate hand reached to pull down the fabric of his boxers, his leaking, pink tip practically making you drool the moment his cock sprung out. the heat and humidity of the room making the thick vein down the side of his length twitch just the slightest. you felt a yearning heat build up in your core as you wiggled your hips closer.

"now," you reached between your thighs to coil your fingers round lip's hardening cock, "i need you to fuck me like you haven't gotten laid in a thousand years."

"that's pretty much what it's felt like." lip mumbled so quietly you barely caught it. he looked up at you, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before he used his thumb to caress your cheek.

"wait, you—you haven't been with anyone else?"

lip paused, realizing he admitted to not seeing a single other person since you broke up. it almost surprised you that you weren't the only one who was sex deprived.

"fuck would that do? bring you back?" he tried to laugh, accidentally gasping at the feeling of your wet cunt brushing past his throbbing dick. you noticed this, smiling back at him and slowly trying to position yourself perfectly.

"well, you have me now."

those words were all it took. with one swift motion, lip finally caught a grip on the fat of your hips, guiding you gently down his cock, your wetness making a makeshift lubricant.

"always so fuckin' wet for me," lip praised, smiling at the sight of how easily he filled you up to the brim of your cervix. watching your face contort from slight discomfort and into full bliss was his fucking kryptonite. you gasped, the immediate stuffed feeling hitting your stomach. lip winced at the tight sensation, already cursing under his raspy breath and whispering incoherent praises. "so—so fuckin' tigh...fu–ck" you gave him some time to adjust, propping your hands behind you so you could grind against him just right.

lip began rolling your hips back and forth, wet sounds of sex filling up the room. whimpers of "fuck, yes lip," and "just like that," only made his sexual frustration worse.

"'missed you so fuckin' much, baby. shit—you make me feel amazing. so, so fuckin' good." his hands dig deeper into your hips, making their way to your ass to squeeze and occasionally slap the flesh. you flinched with a moan, his dick hitting your gummy walls at a slightly different angle each time.

"m—fuck, missed you too, lip. you have no idea," your lungs begged for air, your tits bouncing slightly at the constant movement of your hips as you chased your high. you looked down at him, tears of arousal filling up your hooded eyes. lip marveled at the sight of your pleasure, inching closer and closer to cumming inside of you right then and there—but he had to savor this. grunting

how could he have waited this long to make amends with you? his groans felt like they practically echoed and bounced off of the walls. he needed to focus on your needs tonight. he pried between your crotchets, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing sloppy, rough circles against the bundle of nerves.

"slower, hun," you cooed, moving up and down his cock to keep his tip pounding right into your g-spot every time. the idea of staying quiet had never been this hard—but the music and shouting from downstairs was bound to cover for the two of you. lip nodded his head, slowing down his pace and gently grinding his hips into yours as his thumb remained at work.

after the few moments of pure bliss, moans and cries of lip's name coming from you that he wished would last an eternity, he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. similarly, you started forcefully catching your breath as you stared up at the ceiling. your head went foggy, every word that fell out of your mouth turning into messy gibberish. lip could tell you were close, but he wasn't quite ready to give up.

"i don't think i'm gonna last any longer," lip clenched his teeth, his hand aching from prioritizing your pleasure while his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier. he'd been fucked out without even finishing a single time.

"me neither—"

desperately trying to get a hold of yourself, your body gave out. your thighs began to shake, your cunt contracting. trying to muffle your shrieks, you cupped a hand over your saliva-slick mouth. your hips moved as fast as you could ever dreamed was possible, forcing you to grab onto lip's shoulder blades for support. lip could literally see his dick rolling up and down your stomach as he moaned your name, his eyes screwed shut. finally, just at the very last second, he took every bit of strength left in his body to flip you over, your back pressed against the sheets while you reached your climax. he pulled out with a groan, white ropes of sticky cum coating your lower stomach and the space right under your tits.

makeup sex was not how you envisioned this night would go. but how could you complain?

[ayanominitrash]

Stay Awake For Me (Sukuna x reader)

I first posted this on Ao3 here.

**contains cussing and mentions of taking medication One shot where the reader is a sleepy university student and Ryomen Sukuna is the infamous mean frat boy classmate. An encounter in class resulted in him finding out you're taking meds for anxiety.

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University certainly kicks ass, and it certainly is incredibly expensive. You try your best to keep up with the never-ending piles of homework and your hectic part-time night shift job at the nearby fast food chain. The pay was shit but you'd do anything to support yourself instead of relying solely on your siblings' money to help you through school.

Unfortunately, you couldn't keep up with it all with your past school schedule, so you dropped one of your subjects and replaced it with one that's a bit later than usual. This is hilarious on your part because after lunch was usually when your sleep-deprived self has caught up with you and you end up dozing off in that class almost all the time.

Today was no different. Your eyelids feel heavy as you take a seat. It wasn't your usual seat but you couldn't care less as your head falls down in your arms as you take a nap while the class was waiting for the professor.

It wasn't long till you were shoved off of your seat and onto the floor, squealing out in surprise as you rub your aching bottom from the fall.

"The fuck you think you're doing sitting on my chair, brat?"

The metal stands of the chair you once sat on grinds against the floor before the tall man takes a seat, looking down at you with a disgusted look on his face.

It was Ryomen Sukuna. He's a notorious frat boy who everyone feared. This wasn't your first time interacting with him so you weren't surprised by his brash behavior.

The same goes for the other people in the class. They stopped in their conversation when you fell, but seeing that it was Sukuna, they weren't surprised and went back to their own thing.

"S-sorry, I didn't know I was sitting at - "

"Well, now you know. Now, get the fuck out of my space." He says as he waved a hand like he is dismissing you.

You quickly gather the stuff that fell with you, scrambling to stand up. You hear something metallic fall out of your bag, to which you seem to notice Sukuna was going to say something about it when the professor finally shows up. You hurriedly find your usual seat at the back and plop down before the scary man can say anything else.

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It was finally the end of class and you managed to stay awake this time. The incident probably helped you stay alert. The class said their goodbyes to the professor and you were quick to gather your things and walk out the door. During the class, Sukuna keeps on looking back at you with a quizzical look on his face. You don't know what this means but you certainly aren't going to hang back after class to find out. For all you know, the man was thinking of different ways to murder you.

It was either he was fast as hell or you were moving too slow because he caught up to you in the middle of the hallway, pulling you by the back of your collar to stop you.

"Brat, stop walking so fast. Geez." Sukuna says as you turn around to look up at him.

"L-look, it was a little mistake. I didn't notice that it was your chair -"

"Shut up." He simply says before his hand reaches something from his pocket. "You dropped this, genius."

One look was all it takes before you immediately grabbed the metallic item from his hand. You quickly looked around to see if anyone saw the thing before sighing in relief.

"That some kind of birth control or something?"

"W-what?! Do I look like someone who has an active sex life for that kind of thing?!" You say, cheeks and ears turning pink at the ludicrous statement that left the tall man's lips.

He simply shrugs. "The fuck is it then?"

"I-it's my... .my prescription meds. F-for my anxiety. Please don't tell anyone."

"Oh," He has the same quizzical look he was giving you in class, but this time, it was more thoughtful. The tall man suddenly smiles widely. "So you're a psycho or something, then? Crazy?"

This was something that may seem normal for anyone, like off-handed teasing but this was a sensitive topic for you and something in you snap. Suddenly, you weren't afraid of the man in front of you anymore. You throw him a stormy look on your face, the best that you can muster that he actually looks a bit surprised. Without saying anything, you turn around to speedwalk out of the hallway, trying to get a good distance away from the prick.

"Woah, woah, there. What's the matter, struck a nerve?" Sukuna quickly caught up beside you. With him being taller than you, it was an easy few strides for him to fall in step beside you despite your efforts. "It was a joke, you silly fuck. Don't get all emotional on me, yeah?"

You didn't look back at him, your brows still furrowed and your eyes glued to the ground. Suddenly, he puts a hand on your head and ruffled your hair, much to your surprise.

"C'mon, let's have lunch together." He says in a soft voice that you were caught off guard a bit. "I'll try to make sure you don't fall asleep on your food."

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Ryomen Sukuna, the frat boy feared by everyone, wouldn't stop bothering you after that. He would follow you in between classes, hands in his pocket. Pestering you until you two fall into your usual banter, throwing insults just for shits and giggles. People were raising eyebrows about how Sukuna treated you. He was still being a prick but he's more mellow when it comes to you. Although he was starting to get annoyed at how you're always knocked out whenever he goes out looking for you.

"And here he comes," Your batchmate, Maki, says as your friend group watches Sukuna approach your table outside the schoolyard. This is where you, Maki, and Nobara hang out whenever the three of you have a free period. "And look, he even bought her a drink."

Nobara wiggles her eyebrows, "Wonder if that's the only thing he'll do to keep her up."

"I can hear both of you bitches." Sukuna says as he reaches the table.

He clicks his tongue when his eyes land on you, passed out on the table. There was a slight pool of saliva where your cheek met the table. It was gross but Sukuna secretly finds it adorable, with your hair matting against your forehead with your sweat.

"Now, whatever shall you mean? All we heard was the sound of love birds chirping in the air!" Maki teases, nudging Nobara with her elbow.

"Leave or I'll spill this drink on both of you."

Nobara puts her hands up as if to surrender. "Okay, okay. We'll leave you both to it. Y/n, your boyfriend's here!"

She nudges you lightly in an attempt to wake you to no avail. They leave the both of you as they make their way back to the University entrance.

Sukuna places the can of energy drink near your face as he takes a seat across from you. He looks at your sleeping face for a bit with a soft look in his eyes before shoving you harshly, almost falling off your seat like the last time.

"Stop sleeping, brat. Anymore sleeping and you might start missing me."

You wipe the drool off your cheek and raise an eyebrow at him. " Oh? Isn't it the other way around?"

"Why would I fucking miss you? I practically see your ugly face every day."

"Yeah, cus you keep following me. You even bought me an energy drink just to keep me awake, huh?." You cup the said beverage in hand, grateful that it's still cold.

"Don't feel too fucking special. Someone from my fan club bought that for me. I'll give it to you since I already had one."

"Liar," a smirk playing on your lips.

Opening the lid of the can, you take a sip from it as Sukuna watches you. You don't know when the two of you had gotten so close that you'd end up like this but you don't mind.

"Hey, why are you being so nice to me anyway?" You say as you settle the can back down the table.

Sukuna leans his head in his palm with a bored look. "I'm not being fucking nice to you. Who said?"

"I mean, you're clearly harsher with everyone else. So why am I different?"

"Exactly. Why are you different?"

You hit him with a deadpan and he just grins at you. "There's nothing much to it, brat. I'm just bored and I got nothing else to do."

"Mmhmm."

"And well," He continues, his eyes looking away from you. "My younger brother, Yuji, is on the same meds as you. So in a way, you kind of remind me of him."

"Do you happen to want to kiss your brother, by any chance?"

He scoffs, "Shut up smart mouth. Who says about anyone wanting to kiss you?"

"Just had a hunch, is all." You wiggle your eyebrows at him to which he just scoffs again, not missing the slight twitch of his lips.

Silence falls between the two of you for a while, engulfed in both of your own thoughts. You smiled at him suddenly, to which he lifts his brows in both question and surprise.

"Thank you for being nice to me." You say in a small voice.

He quickly looks away and you note that the tips of his ears turn pink.

"Fuck off, brat. You just think I'm nice to you because you're too busy sleeping to know how I really act."

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another mid plot and writing but i wrote this when i first started drinking antidepressants just to cope and to feel comforted

i hated it and stopped drinking it after a while tho ://

[wonusite]

spooki szn nerd!josh (nerd joshie AGAIN because 1) I feel like that's just my Brand™ at this point and 2) I cannot get this bitch out of my head!!! Gonna have to start charging him rent at this point) headcannon since is officially October

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You dragging josh to a halloween costume party and surprise surprise, he's unimpressed and like 😐 the whole time. You probably had to wrangle him into some costume because "it's crucial we dress up joshie!!" and you being you, of course it's some kind of couples costume. You're probably dressed in something slutty because of course you are, and the constant male attention you're getting is starting to piss josh off. Even though you stay tethered to him the entire night (really, you might as well just be a hyperactive puppy he's holding the leash to. You excitedly hop from group to group, seeing and talking to everyone but you're always looking back, making sure he's within hand holding vicinity. fucking simp) the amount of wandering eyes over your body, the predatory gazes of the men (and several women tbh) trying to get a peak at a flash of your panties when you turn a little too fast, they're all starting to cause jealousy to settle in Joshua's bones (especially the one in his pants AYEEEEE).

Usually when you drag him to your frat parties you have a little more class when it comes to hooking up with you boyfriend, typically waiting until you get home to go at each other like feral rabbits. This time though, josh can't seem to push down the annoyance that fills his entire body at people seemingly challenging his claim over you, so as soon as he gets a chance to, his dragging you upstairs and into some poor guy's bedroom, not even giving you a chance to speak before he has you bent on all fours, roughly grabbing your panties and pulling them down, giving you a few harsh spanks to your ass before delivering a couple to your sopping wet cunt.

Of course, you're already wet for him. It's not like you can be blamed, he's your boyfriend and you're ferociously down bad for him. At this point I'm almost sure he could turn you on by taking a shit but I digress!! He's been hard since he first had the idea of fucking you at the party, and wastes no time rectifying that. He slides in without warning, knowing you love when he's rough with you, treating you like some insatiable slut (though tbh you are, just like, exclusively for him).

You've taken his cock hundreds, no, probably thousands of times at this point (it's actually quite impressive, you'd probably have a Guiness world record if that kind of thing existed for sex) and you moan at the sudden intrusion, clenching wildly around his cock. He starts thrusting almost immediately, forcing every last inch of his big cock into your tight little hole, groaning when you whimper and cry out for him. He grabs at your hair and encourages you to cry out for him, to moan his name, to make sure everyone at the party knows who exactly it is that's making you feel so good, that he's the only one who could ever fill your pussy up like this. Like the absolutely angel you are, you obey his every command, preening at the cooing and attention he gives you when you listen to his instructions.

It's not long before he cums, filling you to the brim and bringing you over the edge with him. You think it's the end and start to make yourself presentable to join the party again but Joshua roughly throws you back on the bed, your pussy clenching involuntarily at the motion. The smirk he gives you as he turns you on your back to stare at him tells you you're in for a long, long night.

After 4, or maybe 5? more rounds, you're thoroughly fucked out and Joshua's finally beginning to feel spent. He figures he'll get you home so he can quite literally fuck you through the rest of the night, so he grabs your discarded panties and winds them around his index and middle finger, slowly starting to push them into your ravaged cunt that's still leaking his cum. You babble, an incoherent mess of "yes joshie", "please baby" and "give it to me please" spilling from your lips. And just because he's a generous man, Joshua, the ever so sweet gentleman, starts rubbing your clit, making you cum around his fingers and your panties.

You're absolutely delirious at this point, needing his help to stand up. And luckily for your boyfriend, when you're fucked out you're needy. The whole time he's trying to get the two of you dressed and presentable-ish so you can leave, you're whining, clinging to him, sucking hickey after hickey into his neck to try to leave your mark and stake your claim on him, though it's not really necessary. His hair is a mess, a light sheen of sweat making stray hairs stick to his forehead. Both your lips are red, swollen and now, courtesy of you not being able to keep your hands to yourself, you both have an array of red and purple bruises all over your necks (he leaves quite a few on your hips and thighs too, but he'll be damned if anyone else gets a glimpse of that). You, even after Josh's fruitless attempts, look like a hot fucking mess. Your makeup is smudged beyond salvation and your hair is a knotted mess thanks to round 3 where he came all over your face and made an absolutely sloppy mess out of you.

You start making your way down the stairs and out of the party, Joshua careful to shield your now bare ass and pussy from onlookers from below. Getting you to do anything when you're this cock drunk isn't an easy feat, with you clinging to and kissing Joshua at every single opportunity you can find. Some party goers that have only heard rumours about you being enamoured by the stoic nerd are slack-jawed, unable to comprehend that you, the hot, bubbly, outgoing, popular cheerleader is this much of a simp for someone who they can only describe as an attractive brick wall. Paying them no mind, your boyfriend guides the two of you out of the party, pressing kisses on your lips and whispering I love yous into your ear periodically.

The rest of the night is a blur of sex and aftercare in your shared appartment, with you falling asleep almost instantly the second you feel Joshua's big arms wrap around you as the two of you finally settle down for the night. Waking up in the morning, the previous nights events flood your memory, and Joshua wakes up to you with your big bright eyes happily blinking up at him, a wide smile on your face.

He looks at you with an inquisitive look, a "can I help you?” slipping out with a chuckle.

You shake your head with a smile, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, leaving him with nothing but a "happy Halloween baby" and a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

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hehe this was supposed to be a short little headcannon oops I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless :')

[pankowperfection]

Double Trouble

Summary: You attend a frat party and fall victim to the charm of your best friends, JJ and Rafe

Warnings: smut, mentions of drug use, drinking, drunk sex, threesome, oral (male & fem receiving), two guys/one girl, spanking, praise kink, 18+

A/N: This one goes out to @pankhoeforlife who posted the above video and made me feral

This was the last place you wanted to be, jammed into a frat house with hundreds of bodies crammed inside. The music was so loud you couldn't even think, bass thumping in your chest and making your ears ring. It was a little hard to see, all the lights turned off except for the laser lights dancing back and forth across the patchy drywall and tiled floor, a fog machine in one corner dispensing a light cloud of vapor throughout the space. Finally you spotted your friend JJ who had invited you, standing by his friend Rafe as they laughed and sipped from their red solo cups.

"Y/n! You made it!" The crowd parts slightly around the boys as you make your way to them, JJ pulling you into a bone crushing hug. "Alright alright J, can't breathe." He lets you go and gives you his best million dollar smile, dimples on his cheeks adorably on display making it hard for you to look away. "Ahem, what about me?" Rafe pulls you out of your trance, sexy smirk settling over his features as he holds his arms open for you. "Hi Rafferty, glad to see you two aren't off in some room with a random girl already." They share a look that goes unnoticed by you, plan already set before JJ even invited you to come to their party.

The pair had wanted you for so long, but somehow you hadn't noticed, thinking that it was only you had fantasized about them taking you in every way they could want. You had no idea that they talked about it regularly when you weren't around, trying to come up with ways to show you just how easily they could make you belong to them. Last week while smoking together, JJ had finally seen the light and suggested inviting you to a party knowing that enough tequila would legitimately make your clothes fall off. "She'll never go for it JJ, you know she hates frat parties." Rafe took another drag off the joint before passing it back to JJ. "Nah man trust me, if we invite her and promise to do something she wants like karaoke night she will come." Whether it was the weed or not, they had convinced themselves it could work, JJ texting you that very night telling you to clear your plans for Friday.

Now here you were in front of them, ripped jeans showing off your ass and long legs perfectly. The sequin crop top you had chosen to wear stood out against the shade of your skin, light catching just right on the crystals and drawing attention to your breasts. Several frat boys had already tried to hit on you, immediately scurrying away once they saw you talking to JJ and Rafe. "Time to do shots?" JJ suggests, setting his empty cup down on the railing behind him. "Alright, but you better have good tequila hidden somewhere." "That's our girl," Rafe chuckles, him leading the way to the kitchen with JJ trailing close behind you. Grabbing the bottle from the top cabinet the three of you head outside, trying to get some fresh air and away from the crowd.

You'd lost track of time, each shot making your head swim a little more. Your body was burning, too hot from the alcohol but also something else. You couldn't put your finger on what was different, but tonight Rafe and JJ seemed to be paying extra attention to you. One or both of them was in constant contact with your body; touching your shoulder, a hand placed on your lower back, a muscular arm slung around your middle. The look in both their eyes was almost hungry, something you hadn't seen before and you weren't sure if you were imagining it or not. "Okay boys, I've had enough. You're gonna have to carry me upstairs to bed." They both laughed at your joke, sharing another look that said they had you just where they wanted you. "You wanna go chill in our room sweetheart?" JJ had turned on the charm, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and starting to steer you back inside. "Yeah sounds good. Bring some snacks." Rafe chuckled and stopped in the cramped kitchen to grab some chips and a box of pizza, following behind up the stairs.

After sharing some pizza you flopped onto JJ's bed, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply. The ache between your thighs had been growing steadily all evening, the extra attention from Rafe and JJ more than your body could handle. You almost laughed out loud at how easily they had gotten you flustered, wondering what it would be like for your fantasy to become reality. "'M a little hot. Do you guys mind if I take off some clothes?" They both just stared as you peeled off your shirt, revealing your bare breasts underneath. Next you stood up and peeled your skin tight jeans down your legs, looking up at the pair of men as you stood back to full height. Empowered by the liquid courage you walked slowly over to them, stopping to bend over with one hand on each of their thighs. "You know what? There's something I've been wanting to do." Before having time to overthink it you settled onto JJ's lap, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

He groaned into your mouth and your pussy clenched around nothing, wanting to hear him moan again and again. As his tongue slid into your mouth your hand found Rafe's zipper, stroking his thick length through his khaki shorts. "Fuck y/n, you gonna be a little slut for us?" You break away from JJ breathless, smiling down at him before turning to Rafe. "Yes Rafe, that is exactly what I'm going to do. Want you both to use me however you want, please." With that you wrapped your free hand around JJ's cock, pumping them both in tandem as their shorts began to swell. Rafe's kiss was rougher, tongues and teeth clashing as he kissed you with all his might. Somehow you ended up sandwiched between them, JJ kissing and sucking down your neck to your shoulder before biting down hard. Your moan spurred them both on, two hard cocks pressing into your body making you desperate to get them naked.

Somehow on the same wavelength JJ backed away, dragging his shirt up and off before his shorts followed suit. "Lay down baby girl," he instructed, helping you climb off of Rafe before laying down in the center of the mattress. "God, look at you. So perfect and all ours, isn't that right?" His fingers trailed over your skin leaving goosebumps behind, body on edge as he inched closer to your sex. "Yes J, all yours. Both of you." He slides his hand over your pussy once, enough to send pleasure coursing through you and wanting more. "Good girl. Now why don't you turn over on your hands and knees? Want to taste you while you suck Rafe's cock." You obeyed immediately, Rafe climbing onto the bed in front of you totally naked. The sight of his naked form was enough to make you drool, abs and deep v lines leading right to the prize; one of the prettiest cocks you've ever seen. "God Rafe - how have you been hiding that thing? Can't wait to taste you."

His eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head at hearing such dirty words pour from his best friends mouth, warm breath tickling his sensitive flesh. "Think you can take it?" he teases, rubbing the weeping tip of his cock over your lips as your tongue darts out to taste him. You nod your head in agreement, opening wide and letting him slide in at his own pace. He eases each inch in slowly, trying so hard not to blow his load just at the first feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him. "Shit y/n, sweetheart, feels like heaven." As you set a rhythm sliding up and down his cock, tongue massaging the underside of his shaft, you feel the bed dip behind you as JJ kneels behind your ass. Both of his hands glide up your thighs, widening your legs slightly before his fingers tease through your folds. "So wet baby, bet you taste so good." To punctuate his words he leans in, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. You can't help the moan that escapes you, his sinful tongue already bringing you closer to your high. The vibrations from your moan are too much for Rafe to handle, his cock twitches in your mouth before spilling warm cum. You eagerly swallow every drop, opening up to show him your tongue is clean. "That's our girl," he coos, urging JJ to stop so you can turn over onto your back.

JJ reluctantly gives Rafe his position, coming to sit by your side as his fingers find your nipples, rolling them until they are stiff and aching for more attention. "Fuck, please J." As Rafe's tongue slides over your clit, JJ sucks a nipple into his mouth. You convulse from the double pleasure, almost falling apart from such simple touches. Rafe forces your thighs apart, holding them open as he makes out with your pussy, tongue rolling your clit just right. "Shit, don't stop. I'm gonna cum." "That's it y/n, give it to us," JJ coos into your ear, leaning down to kiss you passionately as he lightly twists your nipples. Rafe plunges two fingers inside your soaking entrance and you lose it, back arching off the bed as you cum harder than ever in your life. They both continue to kiss over your skin, waiting for you to come back down to earth. When you finally come to you give them a shy smile, their lustful gazes meeting yours.

"Aw J, you're the only one who hasn't cum yet. Do you want to fuck me?" His cocky grin is back, knowing you'd end up underneath him eventually. "I thought you'd never ask. Back on your hands and knees sweetheart, now." He spanks your ass quickly, not enough to cause real pain but enough to snap you into action. As soon as you're in position you feel JJ sliding his cock through your folds, gathering wetness before lining up. "Hang on tight baby," he murmurs before slamming inside. The sheer size of him makes you feel like you're splitting in half, broken moans falling from your lips at the overwhelming fullness. "Fuck y/n, so tight. Gonna make me cum too fast." His hands grip your hips tightly, Rafe perched in front of you now and jerking his cock back to life. JJ pounds into you mercilessly, surely leaving you sore for tomorrow. He's hitting so deep from this angle, stroking your g spot with each thrust as the sound of skin on skin fills the room. "Give it to me J, fill me up." His body can't resist, length twitching inside you before you feel the warmth of his release. He collapses onto to the bed beside you, truly spent.

"My turn?" Rafe is back to full size now, standing beside the bed and waiting for your answer. "Yes Rafe, please. Need to feel you inside me." JJ watches on as Rafe flips you over onto your back, wanting to have full control to fuck you at his pace. Rather than tease he lines up quickly, the opposite of JJ however he pushes in slowly, wanting you to feel each inch disappear. "God you're both so big. Not gonna be able to walk tomorrow." They both smirk at your compliment, egos swelling even more as Rafe gets to work. He starts off with slow and deep thrusts, each push and pull of his body pulling you closer and closer to the edge again. You feel the bed shift by your head and JJ has scooted closer, grabbing your hands and holding them down as he watches Rafe fuck you. Before you can process what is happening your legs are over Rafe's shoulders, his hands pressing down into the mattress as he uses all his force to ram into you. "Oh fuck, feels so good." you moan out, each meeting of your pelvises hitting your clit just right. JJ easily holds both your wrists with one hand, the other trailing down your body to rub your clit. In seconds you cum again, body shaking violently as you ride through the waves of pleasure. Rafe can't resist the way you're squeezing him, burying his face in your neck before painting your walls white. He rolls off you in a daze, all three of you lying naked on the bed as your breathing returns to normal.

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[cxpidsrevolution]

Wink Murder

Prologue: Why did it have to be a college party?!?!?

WC: 1.3k CW: Mentions of Alcohol, Death, Slight sexual themes, swearing Taglist: Open

Attending a frat party wasn't really your ideal way of spending a friday night, but the promise of free drinks and the pleas of your friends had gotten you to agree to go. Knowing the night would be an uneventful blur of other college students downing drinks and making out with people whose names they wouldn't even recall in the morning, you were certain you'd be leaving the frat house before some drunken guy could try convince you to go back to his bedroom with you (and most definitely fail). If you were honest you had considered locking yourself in your dorm room until your friends had left just to avoid an inevitably bad night, studying for your upcoming finals seeming like a far better alternative to navigating around sticky floors to avoid any awkward situations. But before you knew it, Lumine and Hu Tao had pulled out a dozen dresses from their own wardrobes and were prompting you to try on and choose one of them and so your plans of hiding away from the nights were fooled by sparkly fabrics cut to a less than appropriate length.

“Are you sure there isn't anything more modest I could wear?” you say turning your head to the girls who were sitting on your bed gushing over ‘how good you looked in that dress’ and other statements along those lines while you attempted to shimmy some of the fabric down in hopes of it at least reaching halfway down your thighs.”I don't even want to go to this stupid party, can i not even wear something from my own wardrobe?”

“C’mon YN its a frat party, this is kind of the standard dress code,” Hu Tao rolled her eyes at your statement “You never know, maybe this'll get you out of your shell and you'll finally start having fun. That's what college is for.”

“I’m pretty sure college is for educa-” you were cut off before you could finish your correction of Hu Tao’s statement by a long sigh coming from Lumine.

“You barely get out as it is, just this once for us?” Lumine offered a smile and starting routing around the piles of clothing thrown around various areas of your carpet, a mess you were 99% sure you'd be left to clean up, until she grabbed a longer coat “you can even wear this over it, and if you want to leave after an hour then we can leave.”

After a few more minutes of a similar back and forth you gave in and opted to put the jacket lumine had suggested you wear over the outfit you were sure wouldn't feel out of place in a burlesque show. A small part of you hoped that the taxi Lumine had ordered never made it to the street outside of your dorm building but alas you were never really that lucky and around 5 minutes later Lumine received a call notifying you all that the car was outside and ready to take you to the party.

At least you could say with certainty that Hu Tao hadn't been lying when she told you that it ‘was standard dress code’, in fact it seemed like the entire party was a contest to see who could wear the least clothing. The warmth inside, probably the product of the sheer amount of people packed into the two story house, was enough to prompt you to remove your jacket, opting instead to sling it over your forearm. As soon as you stepped in the main room Hu Tao had wandered off in search of someone willing to indulge her for the evening and Lumine gave you a glance before announcing that she was going to look for her boyfriend, Ajax (or Childe as he was titled by his frat brothers). Before leaving she told you to come see her if you wanted to head back after about an hour like she had said back in your dorm but by that point it was obvious that she would be too busy with whatever it was couples did at these parties. So that left you standing alone in the middle of a cramped room without anyone you knew praying that a cup of something strong enough for you to forget the experience would somehow materialise in your hand. 

Slurred voices and overpowering loud, terrible music was all that could be heard as you pushed your way through the crowd of people to try and find wherever the alcohol was being kept, mumbling apologies and curses as you navigated to what you assumed was the kitchen. As soon as you spotted a surface covered in assorted bottles and red plastic cups you poured yourself a random drink, already knowing after the first sip that without a doubt you would’ve rather been home. You placed the cup down on the side, not caring much about what happened to the remains of your drink, too overwhelmed by your surroundings to entertain the idea of drinking anymore alcohol.

“Why did I let them convince me into coming?” you mumbled under your breath as you wondered around attempting to find an area of the house that would be less populated by people. Drunken party goers brushed up against your arms as they danced out of rhythm with whatever blaring song was on or dragged each other to a more secluded area for activities you didn't want to stick around to witness. Honestly the whole situation was becoming too much and the only thought in your head at that moment was getting air that hadn’t come out of the mouth of some intoxicated 20 year old. Now on the second floor you opted to hide away in one of the bedrooms upstairs, careful to check for giggling behind any of the doors to avoid any awkward situations you weren't sure you'd be able to explain your presence at. 

Finally finding a room absent of anyone you opened the door rushing inside and closing it quickly behind you, luckily the room you found yourself in had a balcony so you rushed towards it excited to get the fresh air you craved after successfully escaping the packed first floor. At last taking a second to check your phone, 1 missed call and a message from lumine showing up in your notifications as you swipe to unlock it.

'Sorry yn but Childe wants me to stay the night so you’ll have to call a cab home when you wanna go :)'

It wasn't that you hadn't expected it, but the smiley face she had added to the end of the message didn't lessen the blow that you had basically been left for the promises of sex and fun. Ultimately turning off the screen, you leant on the railings of the balcony looking at the view but the rows of houses occupying the outskirts of the college campus did not offer much in the way of entertainment. The streets were basically barren with the exception of a handful of cars that sped down the road periodically, occasionally lighting the road enough that you could see the details of the pavements and road markings. Even studying the origins of psychology would be around 100x more interesting than anything outside had to offer.

You were ready to give up on the whole night and call for a ride home, reaching for your phone when a hand wrapped itself around your wrist pulling you back inside the bedroom. You turned immediately in a panicked frenzy to see the image of a boy, adorned with hair of a red wine colour, with his index finger placed over his lips shushing your distressed sounds. He tilted his head in the direction of the bathroom, the door to which was now wide open and in clear view was the body of a young woman lifelessly strewn across the tiled floor. His eyes darting back and forth between you and the newly exposed body you were staring at with an aghast expression spreading across your face.

SHIT.

Summary: When a murder occurs at a college party you're both at, you and genius detective prodigy Heizou race to solve the crime faster than the other without arousing suspicion from the other guests

A/N: This is a reupload of the prologue, praying to god that tumblr puts it in the tags this time. I hope you enjoy the prologue, i put a lot of work into it!!

[hannahhook7744]

List the Descendants kids you'd like to see on TV or series and what their purpose or what they would do.

That's kind of impossible since I want to see all the descendants kids tbh.

I want to see Doug's brother and cousins being their supportive, wacky selves.

I want to see Herkie annoying and supporting Mal and Uma and mediating when they get in a fight.

I want to see Hadie being the annoying adorable little Brother who looks up to his older siblings and cousins, and their friends, and follows them everywhere. The adorable kid who follows his sister around everywhere.

I wanna see Hunter and his boyfriend and girlfriend doing their best to look out for their younger cousins who just can't seem to stay out of trouble.

I wanna see Bobby Hood causing mischief and trying to woo Activist Tiger Poeny.

I want to see the Darling siblings (Wendy's kids) interacting with the other older aks and vks.

I wanna see Pin being his dorky show boat self (like Robbie from Victorious mixed with Freddie from iCarly and August from ouat)

I wanna see Uma's crew being the good kids they are at heart while causing Mischief and I wanna see Dizzy make Chad a better person.

I wanna see Ginny Gothel get to know her sisters and their family while exploring her relationship with Clay Clayton.

I wanna see Clay Clayton as the dudebro frat boy who makes you sigh in exasperation that you can't live without.

I wanna see those two in Harriet's crew with Anthony Tremaine, Mad Maddy, the Gaston twins, LeFou Deux, Jade, Diego, Rick Ratclifee, Sammy Smee, and Claudine Frollo all go to college or whatever they dream of.

I want LeFou Deux and Claudine to be the dorky couple who you can't help but love like Moxie and Millie from Helluva Boss.

I want to see the tremaine cousin dynamic.

I wanna see La Foux Doux drive his older brother crazy.

I wanna see Opal teach Freddie and Celia more of their heritage.

I wanna see Artie being the dimwitted jock with what are seen as some feminine qualities even though he's straight and in love with Opal.

I wanna see The Gaston twins be the idiotic somewhat mean older brothers who won't hesitate to punch out anyone who dares lay a hand on their brother.

I wanna see Uma's cousins/siblings and their relationship. Them being annoying but still looking out for eachother and running the restaurant if they want to.

I wanna see the main 13 kids live their best lives.

I want Jordan's show to hit it big.

I want Aziz to befriend Jay and be the greatest cinnamon role MVP ever.

I want Ruby to be the preppy artsy girl who takes shit from no one and Anxelin to be the goth chick who rocks.

I want all the kids to have some cool part. They all have so much potential. Especially Li Shang Jr who is an assistant coach and a fucking rapper for God shakes.

I wanna see and hear Diego's band.

I want the Stabbington cousins to drive Flynn crazy but make him smile at the same time.

I wanna see the isle kids' pets other than dude.

I want to see Harry interact with the smee twins.

I want the inventor kids (like the de vils, Doug, Jane, and Sammy) to drive everyone fucking batty with their inventions and try to involve Ben.

I wanna see the Badun Detective agency acting like the supernatural team, the Sherlock team, the criminal minds team, agents of shield team, howling commandos, agent carter team,, and the leverage team combined and driving Beast nuts.

I wanna see Hap and Ruby dancing to 'dancing in my room' after they break down on the side of the road during spring break in the middle of the night because they're that dorky, artsy, quriky couple you see everywhere.

I want to see Reza sing 'Royalty' to Yzla.

I wanna see the vks do parkour and actually have an adult freak out because what the fuck, you can't just do a flip off the roof!

I wanna see Chaca be a financial advisor and visit her boyfriend, Li Shang Jr.

All these kids deserve so much better. So much more attention. As do the other kids I can't think of at the moment.. If I left anyone out, let me know and I'll add them.

[rebeccccccaaa]

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you and steve hooked up once and neither of you can forget that night

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+ minors dni plz, kinda rough? but of course major fluffy aftercare from soft boi stevie, bit of inexperienced reader and insecure reader

(accidentally written unprotected sex but this is fanfiction lmao plz be safe irl)

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: ive never participated in a challenge before and i think @honeysucklesteve is just the sweetest so hope you like it el! And congrats on 4k :T

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“And the interesting thing about that, mind I add…” the words of your professor falling short because you can’t shake the feeling of his eyes looking at you.

You kept your head low fighting the urge within you not to look back. A couple nights ago you landed yourself in the bed of the infamous frat president Steve Rogers and to make matters worse, you both major in American Studies meaning you share all of your classes.

You didn’t have much experience with guys in high school so it wasn’t surprising when you had the same experience in college. What was surprising was the fact you spent a night in the arms of one of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Steve Rogers was a huge catch. Teachers loved him, girls chased him,and guys wanted to be him.

You remember that night so vividly.

The way his hands fit so perfectly on your hips. The way his lips felt so hot against your own burning skin; and moved perfectly against yours. The things he whispered in your ear. They way he held you close when you fell asleep in his arms. The way you hated yourself the next morning when you snuck out. The way your tummy flutters simply because he’s looking at you right now.

You breathed out shakily before turning your head to find his eyes with yours; he looked away the moment you did shyly, very unlike him. Fuck he was gonna be the death of you.

“And that should be the end of the lecture. I’m gonna go ahead let you guys go a little early. Have a good weekend everyone and make sure to check your emails,” the professor gathered his things and left.

You packed your things quickly trying your best to avoid his gaze that you knew was still on you. Steve packed quickly too before walking hot on your tail, just about to call your name until…

“Hey, Y/n,” Bucky called out.

“Oh, hey Buck.”

“It’s the weekend and as usual the guys and I want to party tonight. But the dean said one more noise complaint about our house and we get on academic probation so we’re asking a couple of people who might wanna come to the club with us.”

Behind Bucky you could see Steve walking towards you two and your stomach sank. Bucky and Steve were best friends and you don’t know if Steve told him that you guys slept together last weekend. What if something happens again tonight if you say yes. Why are you even thinking that something could happen again? Steve Rogers is way out of your league it was a miracle that you landed a chance to be his bed warmer in the first place.

“I’ll see you for lunch, man,” Steve said to Bucky patting his best friend's shoulders. His eyes lingering with yours until you had to pull away.

“I don’t think I should,” you told him, walking towards the door.

“Come on, Nat told me you're quite the party animal and you left early last week I didn’t get to see you in action,” Bucky chuckled, walking with you. You didn’t leave early…

“Buck,” you looked at him.

“Please?” he asked. You exhaled sharply rolling your eyes before walking away to your next class.

“Is that a yes?” he shouted, making you turn around with a cheeky grin. You got to your next class and noticed Steve sitting in a new seat today, particularly the one next to the seat you usually sit in. None of his housemates or regular friends took this specific lecture so he usually sat in the very back corner alone. But today here he is.

His head snapped up when you entered the room. You hesitantly sat down next to him still avoiding his eyes. You set up your laptop on the small table as did Steve; both your eyes glancing at each other quite awkwardly until Steve finally interrupts the silence.

“You coming tonight?” he whispered.

“What’s in it for me if I do?” you said playfully.

“A repeat of the best night you’ve ever had,” he said cheekily.

“Oh, really,” you chuckled sarcastically as he nodded with an overly proud smirk.

“Probably not,” you answer his question.

“Seriously? Why not? I can pick you up,” he said.

“Steve,” you warned.

“What? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me?”

“You’re so full of it,” you said, making you both laugh.

“You were full of my dick last week,” he whispered.

“Steve!” you punched his side making him laugh hard enough for other students to take notice of your ruckus.

“Welcome class, we’ll begin the lecture in one minute. I’m just gonna pull it up on the projector,” the professor said rushing in.

“Please come tonight,” he whispered.

“Why are you obsessed with me?” you joked.

“Fuck off,” he chuckled.

“If I say ok, will you shut up for the rest of the lecture?”

“Maybe,” he grinned.

“Then maybe I’ll come,” you smirked.

Throughout the lecture Steve paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Steve had been thinking about that night just as much as you had. The way your neck craned to the side a bit, reminding him of when he littered marks and bruises all over last week. The way you subtly bit your lip in concentration but all that clouded his mind was lust remembering how you looked so pretty from above when he was settled between your legs.

He wanted you again so badly. He wasn't going to lie, it sort of hurt him when he woke up and you weren't there. He thought maybe there was something between you two, god knows the tension was overwhelming that night. You weren't the most frisky woman he'd been with but you were sweet; slight innocence with your intimacy. He craved you.

Steve leaned towards you, his fingers twiddling with yours. You tried your best to ignore his advances despite how much you equally craved him. He ran his nose along your cheek and jaw and your breathing quickened inhumanly.

"What are you doing?" you whispered.

"Nothing, just relax," he responded. As much as he wanted to drag you out of class and fuck you so good, he knew you'd rip him a new one if he did. No matter how he'd make you feel.

"No, we're in the middle of a lecture," you argued.

"I'm not doing anything," he said humorously, you were not humored though.

"Steve," you scolded when he pressed a faint kiss under your ear.

You knew a guy like Steve was horny practically twenty-four seven, but you didn't take him to be quite clingy. Especially with someone like you. His arm wrapped under yours. His other resting on your thigh. His head tucked in the crook of your neck. It wasn't particularly sexual, but it was intimate. Something normal to couples, and you two were not a couple.

"Please come tonight," he whispered, “If not I’ll come over.”

"Ugh fine," you grunted, your voice breaking into a giggle because you did somewhat enjoy this unfamiliar attention.

Steve continued to sit next to you during the rest of your classes for the day absent mindedly teasing you, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair between his fingers, leaning his head on your shoulder while he held your hand. Like geez, take a girl out already.

By the time you got back to your shared apartment with two of your closest friends you felt conflicted. Why the sudden shift in Steve? You two weren't exactly best friends before, just two people who shared classes and accidentally slept with each during a drunken night at a frat party.

"Hey, everything ok?" Wanda asked you noticing your inner battle.

"Uh, yeah. Kinda. No," you said defeatedly making the girls chuckle.

"What happened?" Nat asked.

"That guy, that I… you know."

"Fucked?"

"Nat!" you said embarrassed.

"Go on," Wanda encouraged.

"Well, I never told you guys but the guy was Steve," you said shyly.

"What!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.

"You're lying," Nat laughed.

"You really went from zero to a hundred," Wanda giggled.

"Guys stop," you whined.

"All day today, he's been like super clingy. Holding my hand and pretending he's like my boyfriend."

"Wait, I thought you liked him?" Nat asked, confused.

"I mean I do, but it's sudden and I'm pretty sure it's only because he wants to get in my pants again, you know?" you rationed.

"Awe, I don't think that's true. I've known Steve for a bit and yeah he sleeps around sometimes but he's not a giant dick. Doing that would be way too shallow, especially for Steve," Nat said.

“Yeah but don’t you think it’s weird?” you asked.

“Look did Bucky ask you about tonight?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, he did- how do you know that?” you asked, confused.

“Oh- Uh,” Nat paused.

“She asked Buck to invite you,” Wanda snickered.

“Why?” you asked.

“Well, you never go out with us and the last time you did we thought you just went home but apparently you were getting laid,” Nat cackled.

“Oh my- shut up,” you huffed before storming off to your room.

“Wait! Can you at least come with us tonight?” Wanda followed you.

“No,” you giggled.

“Please!” both girls said at the same time. As you closed your door with a grin on your face not responding.

Hours later you laid on your bed lowly listening to the soft rumbling chaos from your comedic roommates. You stayed in your not so sexy undergarments and not so sexy sweatpants along with a hoodie you stole from your brother before you moved.

You ate the junk you’ve stocked up on the past few weeks feeling a bit glum. It’s not that you didn’t necessarily want to go, you would love to spend another night in that gorgeous man’s arms but there’s absolutely no way Steve is gonna want you the way you’d like him too. Not sober.

There was a subtle knock on your door and you called out knowing the girls were probably ready to leave.

"How do we look?" Nat asked, walking into your room with Wanda.

"Wow, you guys look hot," you said sitting up.

"You think Vis would like this or is it too much?" Wanda asked sheepishly, she's had a crush on the foreign exchange student Vis for the longest time and had yet to make a move.

"I think someone's gonna have a lucky night," you wiggled your brows suggestively, making her roll her eyes and blush.

"What about you, still chasing Bryce?" you turned to Nat looked extra sexy tonight.

"His name is Bruce," she rolled her eyes.

"And yes, I am," she chuckled.

"You're so weird," you giggled, Bruce didn't seem to particularly be Nat's type but hey, no judgement.

"I heard he's got like a monster cock," you said.

"Shut up," she pushed you playfully.

“It’s always the nerds,” Wanda giggled.

"Anyways, are you sure you don't want to come?" Wanda asked sincerely.

"I'm sure," you smiled.

"Steve's gonna miss you," Nat teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that."

"Well, stay safe, cutie," the girls waved heading to the Uber that waited outside for them.

"You too!"

You sighed before grabbing more snacks to stuff your face with. A couple hours went by of sitting around watching nonsense on TV for a bit. You ate dinner that was far from fine dining but it was available before slouching on your bed until the late hours of the night.

You were practically falling asleep, tired and dry eyes glued to the screen of your small TV when you got a knock at the front door. You check the clock by your bed wondering if maybe either of the girls left their keys, but it wasn’t even midnight yet.

You clutched your phone walking hastily to the front door as quietly as possible creeping up to the peehole to see who would be your unexpected guest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you swung the door open.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Steve retorted.

“My jamas,” you rolled eyes stepping to side to let him in.

“Seriously what are you doing here?”

“I told you earlier, you didn’t come tonight so I came to you,” he said, taking his jacket off.

“Seriously?” you tried not to smile, but the action gave you butterflies.

“You promised to come. I missed you,” he said walking up to you.

“You’re so full of shit,” you giggled, staring at his devilishly handsome grin.

“Come on, whatcha doing?” he said, grabbing your hand and taking you to the room. You three had a fairly small apartment and your light was obviously the only one on in the whole apartment making it easy for him.

“Well, before you rudely invaded my home, I was stuffing my face with all kinds of junk watching TV,” you said to him making him scowl playfully at you.

“Well, then let’s finish the rest of your junk food then,” he said laying on your bed. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the sudden shift in attention. Steve was a guy who could have anyone and he’s chasing you for some reason.

You weren’t a blonde bombshell with a perfect hourglass figure that made guys want you left and right. You had flaws that drew people away and you don’t think Steve remembers that night like you do. What if he hates your body? What if he thinks you're annoying and suddenly leaves?

“Everything alright?” Steve asked you.

“Uh, sorta,” you answered honestly.

“Come here, talk to me,” he said, opening his arms. You couldn't help your eyes narrowing at him.

“What?”

“Do you even remember anything from that night?” you whispered.

“Where’s this coming from?” he asked.

“Steve, come on,” you chuckled.

“What?”

“Do you just wanna fuck now? Make it quick so you can go back to the party-”

“Woah, who said anything about fucking?” he stood up towering over you making you suddenly feel really small and shy.

“I mean that’s why you’re here, right?”

“I came because I told you if you didn't go out with us that I was gonna hang with you. I didn’t say anything about sleeping with you. If you really want I can go home but I wanted to hang out with you,” he said sincerely.

“Oh, I- uh,” you stuttered; well now you feel like a dick.

“We can just sit and keep watching TV until you want to go to sleep and I can head out,” he said, sitting back down on your bed. You sat beside him carefully watching his movements. He kept his eyes trained on the TV for a bit before locking his eyes with yours. You turned away quickly hearing him chuckle before sudden movement escalated behind.

Steve grabbed you from behind gently and leaned back so you laid on his chest. You could feel the hard plains of muscles on your back. And the way his strong wrapped perfectly around your waist, it felt heavenly.

Steve’s jaw tightened from the hypnotizing scent of your shampoo. He remembered it from that night not long ago and he couldn’t get it out of his head.

He wasn't going to lie, since that night all he could think about was how smooth your skin was under his fingertips. How pretty you sounded when he was settled between your legs. How good it felt when your fingers carded through his hair. He wanted you so bad.

He wanted to wake you up between your thighs again. Ravish you once more before breakfast, hell eat you for breakfast. But when you weren't there sleeping as peacefully beside him like the night before, his heart tugged. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something wrong? What if he hurt you?

He gave you space, clearly evident you hadn't wanted to talk to him but those few days went by and the same lingering stares and shy glances came back again and he craved you in his arms again.

When Nat asked him and Bucky to invite you again out to party, he really wanted to be with you that night even if you didn't end the night naked in each other's arms, just being around you was enough for him. Fortunately here he is with you, with arms wrapped around your waist and Steve couldn’t be happier.

You looked so fucking adorable to wearing sweats and a hoodie; he wishes it was one of his own. You had fluffy socks on too that had dog faces on them and he swears his heart melted. What you two were watching was making you laugh and each chuckle or giggle that came from you was like music to his ears.

He couldn’t help himself when his lips pressed against the top of your head. Your body momentarily froze before relaxing again in his arms. Your arms laid over his and tightened so you could cuddle into him even more. Your eyes felt heavy and the feeling of Steve’s lips slowly reaching your neck didn’t help you want to sleep.

When his cool lips grazed your burning skin, you could feel your skin burst into chills. You practically shuddered in his arms and your face grew hot when you did. It all becomes suddenly overwhelming and you jump off on his lap turning to him with a distressed expression.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Steve said worriedly.

“You did just want to sleep with me,” you mumbled tears forming in your eyes.

“What! No, that’s not it,” he panicked; using you was the last thing he wanted you to think he was doing, and wanted in general.

“Then what’s going with you? Ever since we fucked you’re suddenly attached to me, putting your hands all over me, pretending like you're my boyfriend! And I don’t understand why,” you said frustrated.

“I feel like your just using me or something-”

“That is the last thing I want,” he interrupted, his voice low.

“Then why are you doing this; Steve you could have anybody and for some fucking sick reason you keeping mocking me. Making me think I have a chance.”

“And you don’t think you do?” he asked, heart broken, making you scoff and turn away.

“Look, fine I’ll admit that maybe before that night I wouldn’t have made a move; but I’m gonna admit that I haven’t not felt something for you before,” he said, getting closer to you.

“What?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. And that night didn’t do shit to help me get over you,” he chuckled.

You crawled to him carefully looking into his eyes for any sign that he was being untruthful; you cupped his face gently.

“Are you drunk?” you whispered.

“Not one bit.”

You pressed your lips to his feverishly and Steve nearly moaned at the feeling. His hands grasped your waist firmly pulling you to sit comfortably on his lap. His hands crept under your hoodie holding you close.

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders holding yourself up as slowly leaned back onto your pillows. Your cold hands cupped his face as you deepened the kiss and his hand went to rest on your bottom.

With this new found position, his chest pressed against yours, his hips grinded up allowing you to feel all of him. Every pushing second you grew needier and whiny, practically clawing at his shirt to feel his skin.

"So needy already. And I've hardly touched you," he chuckled lowly in your ear.

He sat up nonetheless and stripped his shirt revealing his gorgeous physique that kept you up at night and infiltrated your dirtiest dreams. You brushed your hands all over his chest with your bottom lip between your teeth; Steve smirking slightly proud of the effect he had on you simply by having his shirt off.

"Come on, pretty girl. I wanna see you too," he's whispered before kissing you softly.

"Wait, I don't…" you didn't particularly feel very sexy and instantly became insecure about your body compared to Steve's.

"It's ok, we can cuddle," he smiled.

"Well, if I'm being honest I do want you. It's just, I just ate all this junk food and I'm not wearing anything sexy. I didn't shave and-"

"Hey, I don't care. You don't need to impress me or wear anything special for me. I just want you to look pretty sitting on my face and make pretty sounds telling me how I'm gonna make you feel."

Your body trembled at his words, arousal instantly flooding from you. His nose brushed against your cheek dragging along to your jawline before pressing kisses gingerly to your jaw and neck. His hands slowly lifted your hoodie and you raised your hands letting him remove your hoodie.

Your shoulders caved in out of habit, being topless in front of handsome men wasn't normally on your schedule; but the look in Steve's eyes, the look on his face holding a hungry and adorning expression made you more comfortable, reaching out to cup his face kissing him deeply.

You sighed breathlessly into the kiss as Steve's hands rubbed your sides. You pulled away momentarily only to put your lips on Steve's neck. Steve felt himself growing harder and needier to see you, feel you, pleasure you.

"Pretty girl, I need you. Lemme taste you, please," he whined.

He picked you up and laid down on your back to pull your sweatpants down your legs. You lifted your hips for him and he smiled cheekily at you biting his lip. Steve lifted your leg kissing the inside of your calf staring at with those hungry eyes.

"I still wanna see you sitting on my face, pretty girl," Steve said, pulling to him.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna crush you or anything," you whispered, making Steve chuckle.

Steve laid down assuring you that he wanted this and grabbed your hand helping you straddle his face. When you did Steve kissed the inside of your thighs playfully nipping and marking the sensitive skin making you gasp.

Steve wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing your center impossibly close to him, finally licking a long and wet stripe up your slit. Your moans were soft at first but when Steve started circling his tongue around your clit, you could help getting louder and bucking your hips grinding on his face.

Steve’s eyes were close relishing in your sex. You combed your fingers through his hair and Steve moaned loudly against your pussy. He dipped his tongue past your folds and that along with the vibrations from his beautiful moans, you head threw back moaning in pure ecstasy, moaning so loud your neighbors were definitely going to file a complaint.

“Fuck, Steve. Your mouth feels so good; shit!” you whined.

His tongue circled your clit again quicker this time and you bucked your hips, tightening your stomach and squeezing your legs as you approached your high. Steve kneaded the soft flesh of your ass lapping up everything you gave him.

Steve crawled from under you as you held onto the headboard, still standing on your knees, trying to catch your breath. Steve came up behind you rubbing your hips softly, kissing the back of your neck softly. He quickly rid the remaining of his clothes he still wore, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach desperate for some sort of attention.

You breathe softly, hyper focused on the cum that slipped down your inner thighs. Your legs lightly trembled from just his mouth you couldn’t wait to feel what his cock would feel like, filling you up like it was only a week ago. Steve sat beside you looking at you with a soft smile on his face, his hand softly rubbing the back of your legs and your bottom too.

He reached around to grab your hip and slowly turned you around settling you between his legs; your back pressed against his chest as it was only moments before, more innocently than now. His lips sucked and kissed your neck as his hands cupped and kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts.

Your hands rested over his own and your hips squirmed a bit for eagerness. The low growl from Steve because your hips grinded against his cock was incredibly arousing.

“Such an eager little slut ain't cha’,” he grabbed your hair.

“Fuck,” you mumbled as he pushed you forward on your hands and knees.

“Want me to fuck you? Remind you how I felt buried so fucking deep inside you? God, I think about you every fucking night; how perfect you were wrapped around me, how beautiful you sounded underneath me,” he whispered huskily in your ear making you shudder.

“Stevie, please,” you whimpered.

His hands rubbed up and down your back as he chuckled darkly.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to take care of you again, pretty girl,” he kissed your back softly.

He wrapped his hand around his cock slowly and languidly pumping it. He couldn’t help but tease slightly circled his tip along your entrance pulling desperate whines from you. He finally reached his own breaking point, unable to stand not being able to feel you so he pushed his hips forward moaning loudly at how tight you felt around him.

“So good, pretty girl,” he moaned.

“Fuck, Stevie. Filling me up so good; you’re so big,” you sighed.

“Damn right, pretty girl. Taking my cock so well. Fucking made for me,” he grunted.

His snapped in and out increasingly quicker with each thrust; the vulgar sounds of his movements and skin slapping against each other echoed loudly in the room. Harmonizing with both your pleasurable moans.

Chasing both your releases, Steve’s hips jerked rougher and harder in and out of you making you practically shriek at the feeling. He leaned forward wrapping his hand around your throat before pulling you flush against his chest.

“Such pretty baby,” he bit your ear.

“Fuck! Stevie I need to come,” you whined.

“Yeah, you want to come all over my cock? Make a fucking mess?” he growled.

“Please!”

“Hold on, pretty girl. I’m almost there,” he sighed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure.

You whined and whimpered, tears brimming your eyes from that overwhelming feeling. You couldn’t help but clench hard around his cock desperately holding back for your release.

“Fuck, do that again, pretty girl,” Steve gasped.

“God, yes. I’m close, pretty girl. You ready to come?” he pulled your head back to look at your face.

Tears fell inelegantly down your cheeks, sweat lined your forehead, your chest moved rapidly up and down; to Steve, you looked ethereal.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Let go, pretty girl. I gotcha,” he whispered against your lips.

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook against Steve’s, releasing onto his dick profoundly. Steve swallowed your louds moans, roughly pressing his lips to yours, moaning himself. You clenched hard around Steve one last time feeling his throbbing cock shoot hot ribbons of cum, coating your walls.

When you eased your way slowly down from your high, Steve laid you down gently pulling out to see his cum mixed with yours spilling from you. You looked so fucked out breathing heavily, whimpering at the loss of Steve inside you. He wanted to, but held back from taking you again. But not wanting to hurt you, he treaded towards the bathroom and turned on the water to run you two a hot bath. He picked you up gently pressing kisses all over your face and neck before planting one delicious kiss on your lips; your hands reaching around his neck to deepen it if that was even possible.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, coating your arms with soap to wash you. You laid against him with your eyes closed desperately trying not to fall asleep in his arms.

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked softly.

“Mh-m,” you shook your head slightly with a blissful smile on your face.

“Good,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you passionately.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, barely audibly.

“For coming to hang out with me tonight,” you chuckled. Your eyes felt too heavy, simply remembering the way he carried you carefully back to your bed and held for the rest of the night.

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 4

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CHAPTER FOUR

The cab ride towards the White Wolf was much faster and louder than you anticipated. The cab driver's blaring music from the radio was so loud it felt like you were inside a rave. You and Bucky had to yell over the music for you to talk about what has been happening in your lives for the past few months. You couldn't summarize everything in a five-minute cab ride. So far, these were just some milestones you both gathered (well, more of his): while Bucky was in different parts of the world (Greece, Macau, Amsterdam, Monaco, Aruba) managing interrelation business and hosting nightly parties and whatnots, you were just in New York tending to drunkards (and that includes Peter sometimes) and taking photos of whatever products that come your way.

At that moment, you saw your life pass by in black and white, while Bucky's in color -- just a parade of rainbows trailing behind him wherever he goes.

Yet he still found the things you did interesting.

You wondered what the word interesting meant to him. Of course, you didn't bother asking him that. Perhaps he just felt sorry and wanted to make you feel good.

The moment you got out of the cab, you guys took a deep breath, thankful that that awful ride was over. The music floated away as the cab sped up in the streets.

"What a dick." Bucky commented, watching the cab race through the streets. Any more speed, the cab would've flown in the air.

"I know." You snorted. "God, that was an awful ride. I felt like I was at a frat party."

"Funny. You don't look like someone who would go to one." He joked.

"I went once." You defended. "With Parker."

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you and stared.  Blue eyes piercing right through you in disbelief. "Okay." You sighed. "I picked his drunk ass up at that party. But I really have been to a party with Parker." You left out that detail of you and Peter making out at that party. That was just between you and Peter and you wouldn't want to include his stepbrother in it. Or perhaps Bucky knew about it. You did just found out they talk to each other almost every night. But as you told Bucky about that party, you received no reaction whatsoever which meant he knew nothing. You felt good about that.

You and Bucky stood in front of the White Wolf, trying to shake out the ringing in your ears. Stupid cab ride. Why you couldn't just walk here was because of Bucky. Apparently, he was still a bit hungover. You wondered what would take him to get fully sober.

You stared at the wolf headstone once more, admiring it for the second time today.

"I commissioned an artist for that." Bucky spoke, poking his finger on his right ear. "Just found him on the subway one day. He was selling some sculptures he's made. Asked him if he could make me one and ta-da!"

"It is beautiful."

"I have others he has made inside." With this, Bucky started to walk towards the inside of his hotel.

The uniformed man greeted you on the steps. You sent him a knowing smile once his eyes landed on yours. He smiled back as you introduced yourselves to each other.

"Is she still in my room?" Bucky asked the uniformed man who you now know goes by the name Leonard.

"Yes, sir." He replied. "She said she'd -- "

"I know what she said." Bucky groaned, remembering what you'd told him earlier. "I'll call you from up there if anything goes wrong, okay Leonard?"

"Yes, sir. I'll be on alert."

You watched the exchange in utter fascination. It was like watching something straight out of an action movie: "I'll be on high alert" "I'll tell you when the coast is clear" "Roger that" "I'll call you when something goes wrong"

The only thing was, this wasn't some action movie though Bucky did have a plan. You just never knew about it until you got in the elevators.

"Here's the plan." He started. "We go in holding hands, I'll introduce you as my girlfriend. Maybe fiancé! When she sees you, tell her you're my fiancé and when she tells you that she slept with me, I'm going to deny and you're going to believe me because as my fiancé, you deeply love me and believe everything I say."

"Ew, it's like I'm a sub."

"Wow, you're a dom?"

"I can be." You winked at him.

"Huh, I honestly thought you're a virgin. You know, that type of 'never been kissed, never been loved' type."

In your head, you started singing the rest of the song. "I'm an angel in the streets and devil in the sheets, Bucky." You joked which he took seriously seeing it on the look on his face. "Anyway, your plan?"

"Right! She'd yell and go nuts until she gives up and then leaves the hotel -- "

"Then we get married and let Peter pay for our honeymoon!" You finished for him with a sarcastic smile on your face.

He smirked. "I like the way you think, Aria. But I don't think Peter's gonna want that."

"What do you mean?"

"W-well, he's not gonna afford it is what I meant."

"You're probably right." You gave him a low chuckle. "You're rich. Pay for our honeymoon." You joked.

"As soon as we get this bitch out of here, yes I will, doll." He scrunched his nose up and winked at you right before the elevator doors opened. Swiftly, Bucky grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. "Let's do this."

Hand in hand, you stepped out of the elevator. What stood in front of you was the same woman from earlier this morning. Body still clinging to Bucky's shirt. Faint red lipstick still smeared on some parts outside her lips. Blonde hair still disheveled. If you didn't know any better she was just here in the penthouse, waiting, not moving even a single inch.

You put your hand on Bucky's arm, hiding a faint expression of how big it felt against your skin. "Honey, who is this?"

"I-I don't know!"

The unnamed woman managed to step forward, looking Bucky in the eyes. "What do you mean you don't know? We slept last night!" Then, she looked at you. "Who the hell are you?"

"His fiancé." There was a sly smug tone in your voice. Even on your face.

"Fiancé? He didn't tell me anything about a fucking fiancé!"

"What the hell are you saying?" Bucky yelled. His grip tightened on your hand. "I've never even met you! How did you get in here?"

"We spent the night together, what the hell, Bucky!" She bellowed like a monster, then her voice softened. "I-I told you I love you."

"You're crazy."

"Call security." You said. "Now, Bucky!"

While Bucky grabbed for his phone, the woman pleaded, still trying to convince you that she slept with your fake fiancé. "If he says he doesn't know you," you responded, "then I believe him." Bucky slipped away from you, probably calling Leonard from downstairs. He gave you a knowing look, as if ushering you to unleash some kind of hell on his one-night stand. "You need to go, lady, if you don't want to be banned in every hotel here in New York. Yes, my fiancé can do that. So better get your ass out of here or -- "

"Okay, okay!" She held up her hands, giving up. "I'm out of here! Jesus fucking Christ -- " She mumbled more under her breath as she took of Bucky's clothes, revealing a white tank top underneath. She picked up her heels that were scattered on the living room: one shoe on the couch, the other near a foot of a small table. Picked up some pair of jeans on the carpet before stepping inside the elevator.

"I wish you luck in your fucking marriage." She said, tone filled with rage. Then, she proceeded to flip Bucky one last time before she disappeared behind the elevator doors, eyes boring into Bucky's.

"Okay, she's going down. Tell her to never come here again. Thanks, Lenny." Bucky dropped the phone call and gave you a smile. "And thank you for your performance."

You bowed, like how actors bow after a play ends, and flashed him a smile. "Why, thank you."

"Thanks to you I'm never gonna see that woman again in my life."

You turned your back on him, seeing the place for the first time without a tainted image of the woman. A line of little sculptures near every wall (perhaps the ones he commissioned from that subway artist). Family photos, albums and trophies took up a whole cabinet. You shifted your gaze towards the living room where a nice brown couch sits on top of a beige rug, which faced a huge flat screen television. Two pairs of love seats sat across from each other. A glass table set in the middle. On the back wall was a photograph of Bucky which took the whole space. He wore a neat, well-pressed grey suit, sitting on what seemed like a throne inside a home office, one leg stretched outwards and one leg just resting normally on the floor. He had this head tilt on one side, right hand under his chin, blue eyes looking directly at the camera. On its floor were stacks of magazines, and papers.

Even you couldn't deny how good Bucky looked in the photo but the photograph itself? You knew you could do better than that.

You turned around and found Bucky nowhere. "Bucky?"

He then emerged from what seemed like a kitchen because he was carrying loads of food and trod towards where you were and placed everything on the coffee table. "Yeah?"

"If I wasn't here, what would've you done?"

He shrugged, and opened a yogurt. "Probably stay in your apartment forever."

"Wow," you sat on the couch, watching him devour the food on the table, "seems like you've planned everything out."

"Seems like it, yeah."

"Do you always do this, Bucky?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have sex with girls, then make up a lie to get them out of your life."

"Oh, that was the first time." He replied. "Those three words really freaked me out. I've never heard that come from someone besides my family. Never even told anyone I've loved them, again, except my family."

You nodded in response and looked around the penthouse some more, admiring some paintings, big and small, on the walls. Perhaps some were real, perhaps some were just school ofs. On your right, was a draped curtain covering a whole glass wall that overlooked New York city. Bucky clicked some button somewhere which let the curtains open, letting some of the New York sun inside. From here, one could see the whole view of New York. All its pleasure, glory, grime, and lowliness.

Oh, the things you would give to live in a place like this. If you wanted to take in the beauty of New York, you had to climb up on the fire exit towards the rooftop. And the view from up there wasn't as pretty as this one. All the pretty spots were behind million dollar skyscrapers.

You looked at Bucky once more who leaned against the love seat, then closed his eyes. That same fuzzy image, which you thought you had buried at the back of my mind, resurfaced.

"Bucky?"

He shot straight up. "Yeah?"

"Have we... met each other before?"

A frown formed on his face, his blue eyes meeting yours, his gaze intense; as if he was trying to put a finger on something, on you. But then he gave up, telling you perhaps you'd just seen him somewhere here in New York the last time he was here, bumped into him. Something like that.

You agreed. Maybe that was it.

Again, you pushed that image at the back of your mind, hoping it would never come up while Bucky was still here.

You were about to ask Bucky how long he was planning to stay in New York before partying in every country outside America when your phone rang.

It was Steve. You picked it up immediately. "Hey, Steve. Is everything okay?"

Bucky shot his head towards you, perhaps wondering who this Steve was.

"Hey." He replied. His voice was groggy, like he just woke up. "There's been some misunderstanding with the shipments. They thought I said drop them in the morning. Long story short, the shipments are just outside the pub's door."

"What? They can't do that!"

"They have a lot of deliveries today so they had to. I told them to wait for you but those are impatient bastards. New shipment boys."

You cursed then stood up. "I'm actually not in the apartment right now. I'm somewhere else. Not important. I'm on my way."

"Get there fast, Aria."

"I will, don't worry. Bye, Steve."

Once you got off the phone, you told Bucky the whole situation.

"Let's go then!" He said with much enthusiasm. "Those drinks are no good sitting out there. How else am I going to make you the best drink you'll ever have, darling?"

[jademakean]

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

｡･:*:･ﾟ

  Drizzles of water began coating your body as you rushed to your best friend's porch, hurriedly knocking on the wooden door.

The extra holiday break from school allowed you to spend more time with Pauline, meaning: chaotic sleepovers

“Hello?”

You looked up meeting a pair of green eyes you hadn't seen in a long while. “Timothée?”

Once the slender figure came to the realization of who was waiting at his front step, his mouth went agape mirroring yours.

You both had been close since you were little. You became friends with Pauline in middle school and met Timothée through her. From then on you were a trio and would do everything together, but that all changed.

Him, being three years older than you meant that he'd go to college first and in the end, there would simply not be any time for you both to be together. You did try to hang out once every two weeks but his college was way too far and he needed to spend his time focussing on his studies. It ended in a bad note, with many hurtful words shared.

Before you knew it, Timothée had you in bone-crushing embrace  “I haven't seen you in months, more than a year maybe! God, I missed you.”

“Why didn't you tell me you came back?” you couldn't hide the slight disappointment of him not thinking about letting you know. “I wanted to but I switched phone numbers and my sister wanted me to surprise you instead. I just didn't know I was going to see you this soon.”

Though you both shared your relief in seeing each, there was some strange tension in the air.

“I gotta visit my aunt right now but we should celebrate tomorrow or something.” He suggested, breaking the silence.

“Yeah totally. I'm sleeping over anyways so we'll probably see each other after dinner. Just be careful, the weather seems to be getting worse.”

“Oh yeah of course. If you need some clothes you can get some from my room, they're in a box on my bed. I know that Pauline's clothes are too small for any human being to wear.”

You giggled at his over-exaggeration nodding “Thanks. Stay safe.”

Once the door shut you felt your mood change. It's not like you weren't happy to see him, you were, but not being able to have the same connection you once had made your heartache.

“DJ Paulina in the house mother fuckers!”

You jumped at your best friend's sudden outburst but laughed nevertheless.

“Holy shit, you're wetter than the pacific ocean!”

You roller your eyes “Really? Damn, I wonder why. It's alright though, Timothée allowed me to borrow one of his shirts.”

“Wait you already saw Timothée?”

“Yeah, he just left.”

Paulina grimaced slightly knowing how hard it might've been for two introverts to reunite after a long period of time, let alone after they had a fight last time they were together. She quickly changed the subject not wanting to upset you.

That didn't mean she wouldn't plan on rebuilding your bond.

۵

The snaps of thunder kept you awake and the heavy drops of rain overtook your mind.

As the time pasted you began wondering what would happen if there was a monster under your bed, if a ghost yanked you by your leg, or if the shadow of the hanging coat was actually a person.

Full-on scaring yourself.

And Pauline's sleep talking was not helping the situation.

Both of you spent the day baking, eating and watching movies. Though it's not how most teenagers take up the opportunity of an empty house, it was more than enough for you two.

What was irritating you at this precise moment was the fact that you were exhausted during the day and still are, except you, can't bring yourself to actually fall asleep.

Creaking sounds were heard throughout the room as your feet made contact with the wooden floor.

You grumbled making your way to the kitchen for a cup of fresh cold water.

The bright electronic clock on the stove displayed the time. 2:23 A.M.

You were so dazed and distracted by the clock that before you could fill your glass with water, the cup fell on the counter.

You felt your heart stop the second the loud sound emitted throughout the quiet space, fearing you'd break your best friend's parent's glass. But once you realized that everything was still stable, you proceeded to finish your plan.

“What are you doing still awake?”

Your body jumped at those words. You turned to see Timothée with hooded eyes and slumped figure, clearly more than half asleep.

“Sorry, I'm a light sleeper and the thunder was keeping me awake.”

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

He smiled softly with a droopy gaze

Not gonna lie, initially some inappropriate thoughts crossed your mind, but vanished once you remembered how every time you had trouble falling asleep, you'd get in his bed and he'd make conversation until you fell asleep.

“Sure.”

Timothée was probably too out of it to understand why it had taken you so look to answer, which you were grateful for.

He lazily intertwined your fingers and led you to his room.

It looked the same as before, maybe some items we're missing so he'd be able to decorate his new apartment, but other than that, still the same.

You hesitantly laid down turning your body away from the curly-headed boy. You felt yourself heating up as last time you shared a bed you were a quite innocent 15-year-old, and to be fair you've always seen him as a bother figure.

But two years have passed and he was now 20, it felt like being with a stranger even though he wasn't.

“You alright?”

He mumbled quietly

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” You chewed your lip anxiously. You've never been good at confronting people.

“Is there a reason why you got mad at me when you left. All I remember was you telling me how we couldn't be friends because of all the work you had and how you couldn't handle too many things at the same time. But in the end, you suddenly got mad at me and it ended in a huge fight.”

You could tell that Timothée was now fully awake, definitely not expecting you to mention the topic at this time of night.

“Well, in all honestly I knew you wouldn't want to give up on our friendship. I've always seen you as a loyal strong friend and I didn't want to disappoint you by continuously bailing out on our plans.”

Thought his solution was a stupid one, you understood what he meant. You would most definitely get let down many times and eventually get mad at him, even if it wasn't fully his fault.

“I understand. Just-- Just don't do that again. I'd rather have a relationship with you even if we rarely saw each other, instead of not seeing you at all. I miss being with you.”

Timothée's heavy arm hugged you closer to him. So close you could feel his gentle heartbeat against your back.

“I'm not as much of a mess I was back in the first year of college. I have more spare time, even if college is too far we can face time and meet once a month.”

It was nice to witness his change in attitude regarding the situation, he's now more open-minded and optimistic.

“Is that why you seemed so tense when you saw me today?”

You suddenly felt yourself redden from slight embarrassment “I mean yeah. I kinda overreact a lot, but you know that. I didn't even recognize you, you've changed and I didn't know how to feel.”

You felt chest shake from a deep chuckle as you played with his fingers “Is that a good thing?”

He was making you flustered and he knew it.

“I mean, yeah. You look mature for a 20-year-old. When you were 18 you still had your baby face- it's not a bad thing at all, but now you, um, okay I'm just going to stop talking.”

Once again, Timothée's body shook slightly from his laughter which eventually died down.

There was silence once again, the downpour was hitting the window aggressively but managed to make you feel calm. The heat that radiated from the man's body was wrapping you in a warm blanket, his cold breath tickling your neck.

“How do you see me?

The silence was halted by your simple question “What do you mean?” his raspy voice asked, not understanding the question very well.

“Before you said that you saw me as a loyal friend. How do you see me now?”

Timothée turned your body to face him “Well, you've changed as well. You don't look like a little kid anymore.”

You hummed in response staring into his eyes. The moonlight was shining through the window behind Timothée, illuminating his hair, making it look as though he was wearing a halo around his head.

“Has anything interesting happened while I was gone? House renovations, dead grandma, boyfriends..?”

You had to cover your mouth from bursting out laughing “How the hell do you go from dead grandma to boyfriends?”

The boy shrugged his shoulders waiting for an answer “I had a boyfriend for a little while but it didn't work out.”

Timothée nodded for you to keep going

“He treated me differently when we were around his friends, kinda like he didn't want me. We would get into a lot of arguments and I just wasn't happy. So I ended it.”

He took your hand caressing it carefully with his thumb. You knew he was trying to make you feel better though you weren't actually sad about the breakup. You decided not to say anything against it since his action-filled your heart with butterflies.

“He's an asshole for doing that.”

“Yeah well, most of them are.”

There was a small pause in the air before Timothée spoke up again

“I wouldn't do that to you.”

You were taken aback from his sudden confession. You expected him to joke around about some dumb stereotypes.

“If you were my boyfriend, or just in general?” you asked genuinely curious to which he answered:

“Both.”

You being the anxious human being you are, decided to play it off as a joke. Like always.

“Yeah right, you would never date me, you might as well be one of those extra frat boys that-”

“Why would you assume I wouldn't date you.”

You were becoming more and more agitated, not fully grasping the meaning of his words, and why he was now saying it.

“I've always adored you. The reason why I never said anything is because I'm three years older than you and didn't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Why are you saying this now?” You shuttered out as he moved closer to your body.

“I didn't realize how much I loved you until we separated. Now I'm realizing how much time I wasted.”

Timothée began breathing heavily, his eyes focusing on the different features your face held.

“Would you date me now?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. “Even if we wouldn't see each other often?”

He nodded once again, this time speaking “I haven't seen you in two years and I still have feelings for you, they won't go away even if I tried.”

Timothée let his fingers gently brush against your lips studying them thoroughly making your mind hazy.

You were so focussed on each other that the background noise was now muffled.

Your mouths were agape wanting one thing and one thing only.

“Can I kiss you?”

He whispered breathlessly. If he wasn't studying you so closely he would have missed your little nod.

But he didn't miss it.

The second the small gesture was caught, was the second his lips made contact with yours.

The kiss was heated and desperate, your eyebrows furrowed hopelessly from the connection. Tongues soon intertwining as Timothée held himself on top of you for better control of the situation. Not giving you room to escape.

You sighed through your nose not being able to break from the kiss, not wanting to break from the kiss.

His front pressed flush against yours, allowing his hands to travel all over your body with no hesitation.

You mumbled Timothée's name against his lips before you broke apart. “Did I go too far?”

You smiled at his worried state “No, I loved every second of it.”

He copied your smile resting his forehead on yours “Sorry, I could help myself.”

He laid on his back before you cuddled to his side, leg wrapped with his and head resting on his shoulder.

Timothée observed your crimson cheeks and swollen lips. He wanted to tease you about it but he knew damn well that he looked the exact same.

Sleep eventually took over you. The soothing sound of the storm was the last thing you heard, and the motion of Timothée's chest calmly rising and falling was the last thing you felt.

[butwhyduh]

Disclaimer: I am not writing about a real college or real frat in any way.

You made the mistake of mentioning the party to your roommate. She jumped at the offer.

"Yeah."

"You're going and you're looking hot, okay?"she said. "You're gonna borough my clothes because you like look okay but you need to look hot."

"I don't-"

"Thank me later. Let's get you fixed up," she said pulling various outfits out of her side of the closet.

"Okay the first one is no," you said shaking your head.

"Why?"

"Because I'd have to shave my vagina to wear it. Plus I don't even know if it would fit me," you said crossing your arms. She could see you were considering not going.

"Okay you should shave anyways but what about 2?"

"I guess I can try it on," you said. It was a short long sleeved dress that was green. It was also the most coverage of everything she pulled out. You pulled black tights on despite her protest. "Its cold outside." Your roommate wore the first dress.

The music bounced wildly between rap and Christmas music in a way that only a frat party could. A guy stood at the door with a box of sweaters. He handed you and your roommate each one. Hers was a dog holding a beer bottle and yours a tree with googly eyes.

Christmas lights hung everywhere and members of the house wore necklaces that lit up. People walked around with solo cups of different colors. You walked to the table with drinks; mainly cheap vodka and different beer types. You finally saw the cups that were labeled for relationship status. You chose a bottle of beer instead.

"Stella hu?" A voice came from behind you. You turned to see Tom there. He smirked at you.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Didn't peg you as a beer girl," he said as he grabbed the beer from your hand and popped it open in the crook of his arm. You couldn't help but look impressed.

"I'm a don't-advertise-my-status type. I didn't want a cup," you admitted. He handed you the beer and laughed.

"We have a complicated cup if you want. But not a none of your business cup. Maybe a black cup to scare men off," He said grabbing a beer.

"Great idea. Do you have any like that?" You asked.

He held his heart in fake offense. "Wow, I see how it is. I'd ask you to dance but I'm scared you'd hurt me."

"I'll dance," you said taking a drink. Maybe the alcohol was entering your blood. Maybe the music was hoppin. Maybe your dance partner was hot.

Tom looked impressed and motioned for you to go first. He couldn't help but notice that the tights showed off your legs way better than your usual jeans could. You both swayed to the beat of some rap song you didn't know. Tom sung along while dancing.

A while later your roommate had disappeared. You assumed into the arm of some waiting frat boy. You'd probably have to sleep in the commons again. Or may be not, as a pair of hands grasped your hips and brought you back to reality.

Tom stood close, watching your body to make sure you were into it. You finished your beer and Tom sat it on a nearby table before pulling you close. His face was so close to yours. You could see the freckles on his cheeks and his crooked nose from one too many stunts. His hair curled around a blue baseball cap.

Tom's jaw softly brushed your lips as his lips press against your cheek. He look looked at your face for clues of how into it your were. He kissed your lips. His kiss was feather soft as if to not scare you away.

How did you get to this point of the night? You'd like to blame the beer but you'd only had a few all evening. Maybe you just liked Tom but didn't want to admit it. You weren't concerned with that at the moment.

Tom licked your bottom lip and you moaned softly. He slipped his tongue in. Your body felt dizzy with his touch. His hands gripped the hem of your sweater as he deepened the kiss. At this point you two were making out in the middle of the room and you couldn't give a fuck.

You dug your fingers in his hair and he moaned as you tugged the strands. He gripped your hips under the sweater before breaking the kiss. His eyes were blown with lust and his lips were swollen.

"Do you want to take this to my room?" He asked huskily. You bit your lip before nodding. Tom wasted no time before pulling you up to an upstairs bedroom.

It was far in the back and the music wasn't rear as loud. Other than a few shirts on the floor, it was clean. You were honestly surprised. Tom shut the door and cautiously walked over to where you sat on the bed. This also surprised you.

"Are you good?" He asked.

"I'm good," You said. He sat beside you. You grasped his face and pulled him to you. His lips modeled against yours and you could tell he was holding back to be gentle. You slowly leaned back and he got the hint, putting his hand behind your back and slowly laying you down.

He moved to the side so your legs could go on the bed. Tom keeled over you, both legs on either side of yours. This was a soft gentle make out like a high school love rather than the frantic make out you had seen him do with other girls.

You pulled at his sweater and he pulled it off his head. He didn't dare grab at yours. He didn't want to scare you away. Instead you pulled it off while laying on the bed and Tom saw the dress alone. His eyes stared at your breasts in the thin low cut material.

"Kiss me," you said. He bent and pressed his lips against yours gently. But you were done with gentle. You pulled him tightly and suck your tongue in his mouth. He moaned and pressed into you. Your hands roamed his body. Feeling the muscles in his back tense as he hovered. Feeling his abs that tensed under your touch. He kept his hands on the side of your face and for some reason you felt as if he was not just turned on by you tonight, but head over heels for you; which would be mad.

Your hands roamed lower to grab his ass before snaking under his body to grab at his belt. He inhaled quickly as you pulled at it. After a minute of not getting it open Tom pulled from the kiss. He pulled off the belt and unbuttoned his pants. You pushed the material down and he shimmied to just his boxers.

You arched your back to unzip the dress but couldn't reach it. "Can you?" You asked sitting up. He softly reached behind you to unzip the material. He softly pulled it down to reveal a set of lingerie you boroughed from your roommate.

"Holy shit," he said staring at your body. You flushed at his words. "That's er... that's fucking hot as shit."

"Uh thanks?"

"Nope, okay now that I know you have THIS on.." He said kissing your collar bone. "I'm not forgetting this," he said kissing the top of your breast. "Like ever." He ran his hands across the material.

"Who knew a nerd could be this hot," he said muffled as he kissed across your chest. You arched into his touch. Your fingers grabbed at his curls. He was exploring you like a patient lover but you wanted him now. You pulled at his hair and he climbed up to kiss your lips.

You ran a finger under the seam of his boxers and felt his cock. He moaned in your mouth. You grasped his hard length and pumped a few times. He pulled at your panties and you lifted your hips for him to slide them off. He laughed softly as he grabbed a condom from a drawer and slid it on.

"What?" You asked giving him a look. He laughed when he pulled off your panties? Really?

"Nothing love, I'm just glad I love the natural look. That's the nerd I thought you were," Tom laughed. "Different but beautiful."

"Okay, haha. It's not that funny. I don't normally do this," you said closing your legs slightly. Tom grasped your knees and lightly pulled them open.

"Don't love. You're beautiful. I'm sorry," he said softly. This wasn't the reputation he had. You'd heard girls say he was handsy and kissing was all teeth and tongue. You couldn't help but feel like he really liked you. But that was just crazy.

He bent and kissed you. His legs between yours as he hovered above you.

"I want you," you said softly as he stared in your eyes. It was unusually intimate. He slowly slid in. His hips touched yours as he bottomed out. His pace was so slow. His kisses were so soft.

Tom's hand reached down and rubbed your clit. It didn't take long for you to feel close. The difference between this and the usual random guy was huge. Tom thought he could hear your soft moans forever. He could tell you were closed with the way you moved and how you tightened around him.

His finger circled your clit faster and you gasped and whimpered as you came. His hips faltered and he grunted before cumming. His breathe was hot on your neck as you both came down from your high. He slid out to throw away the condom.

You walked to the bathroom with your clothes to get dressed. One night stands don't cuddle right? Tom watched you before pulling on his own pants.

"Hey, do you want to grab a bite?" He asked.

"Now?" You asked. He didn't want to throw you out?

"Yeah, there's a place down the road that's great," he said.

"Sure."

Tom grabbed your hand and you walked out to the party still going. A game of strip poker played in them kitchen and the Christmas music had stopped and only rap played. You both walked out in the cool winter night. It was close to Christmas.

A 24 hour restaurant was warm and full for a week night. You were sat at a table and a waitress soon came to take your order. You hadn't bothered to look at the menu.

"I have no idea," you laughed.

"We'll have 2 chicken and chips," Tom said. Unless you don't eat-"

"Sounds great."

Somehow a one night stand turned into a real date. It felt so familiar. So normal. As the meal was over, you realize that you left your phone in his room.

"Don't worry. We'll get it and I'll walk you home," Tom said. "No one goes in my room."

"Do you do this with all the girls you sleep with?" You asked as you walked back.

"Why would you ask that? I don't sleep around that much," he said.

"Okay, sure," you said.

"No really. But I don't. I like you. Not just tonight," he earnestly.

He opened the door and you both walked towards his room. Harrison called Tom back to him so you decided to just get your phone alone. On the way back down you overheard them talking .

"So you finally made a move. You've had a crushing since what, fresher English?" Harrison said.

"Yeah, yeah. I know I waited forever," Tom said with his arms raised.

"You've had a crush on me since fresher English?" You asked softly. He turned and blushed.

"Er, maybe?" He said looking at you. Harrison left to help clean up after the party. It was very late.

"So I'm not just a one time thing?" You asked surprised. You knew what he said but didn't believe him earlier.

"I hope not," Tom said. He bit his lip nervously. You had never seen his cockiness dissolve like that.

"Walk me home," you told him. He grinned and walked you home. You slowly talked and walked as the early morning sky slowly started to turn to light.

"I'd invite you in but..." you said.

"Rules, yeah. Maybe we can go out next week? Like, for real?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

Disclaimer: I am not writing about a real college or real frat in any way.

Send in prompts for next week's FridayNightSmut

A submission:

“friday night smut

not rlly sue how this works lol

campn we have like a realllll fuck boy tom who is so far up his own ass and then he sees the reader at a party and it turns into hate smut”

I turned it into a college au. Hope you don’t mind.

Tom enjoyed his nights out. He worked hard and played hard. And if he turned up late for Monday lecture… it happens.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone to see him loosely grasping the neck of a Heineken as he stuck his tongue in some random girls mouth. Harrison would roll his eyes and go join a different, less busy, friend.

But to say Harrison was surprised to see you as the girl, well that would be an understatement. You were a good girl. Always on time to class, probably made an A in everything. Harrison couldn’t remember the last time he saw you in the frat house.

Christmas music mixed with a rap beat played loudly and somebody had bought cranberry juice for the drinks. The theme was ugly sweaters and you were currently wearing a sweater with a large tree on it with googly eyes were glued on. Your hands were tangled in Tom Holland’s hair and free his hand was roaming your body. His lips tasted like beer and he smelled like cologne.

How on earth did you get here?

Hours earlier you sat in a stiff seat of the testing center in front of a cold computer taking a final. 75 questions over psychology. Your head pounded as you tried to recall an entire course worth of info.

When you submitted the test it said nothing. You had no idea what your grade was. Months of effort and you knew nothing. The computer wouldn’t tell you anything.

So you walked out of building irritated to say the least. So irritated in fact that you ran directly into an attractive young man dressed in grey.

“Sorry love,” he said grasping your shoulder.

“It’s fine,” you said curtly. He looked at you surprised. Usually girls were a look kinder than that.

“What’s gotten into you?” He said.

“Nothing.”

“Okay, well if you need to relax, come to my Christmas party,” he said.

“Wha- what party?” You said still thinking about the test.

“Our frat house has one every year. I’ve seen you around campus for the past 3 years and you have never been to Kappa Sig parties?” Tom asked surprised. Their parties were really popular .

“Not really big on partying. Always studying,” you said shrugging. Now that you looked at him, He was attractive. Even though he had a reputation of being a bit of a fuckboi.

“Now you can come. Finals are over. Don’t let me down. Come over. Enjoy a Christmas party and maybe a beer,” he suggested.

“Maybe,” you gave in as his soft brown eyes stared at you. He grinned widely.

“It’s a date, love,” he said hurrying off.

“It’s not a date,” you called after. He smiled as he left.

Second part on Friday. Let me know if you wannabe tagged.

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Klelijah body jumping fic!!

Set in some??? season of TO, presumably around s3 because Freya is there, Klaus gets bored. And decides he will try his old trick of body jumping and mess with Elijah, who keeps guessing it’s him almost instantly. Klaus takes this as a challenge. Elijah sees through Fred the old neighbour complaining about screaming keeping him up in the middle of the night and Chad the drunk frat boy who had stumbled into the courtyard. He even realises surprisingly quickly that Angela, the friendly and mildly flirty lady with an interest in Elijah is actually Klaus.

And then, when Klaus tries his latest disguise, the family butler, Elijah doesn’t recognise him?? This definitely throws Klaus but he’ll just have to... keep up the pretence? surely Elijah will catch on soon? Elijah...?

Elijah, meanwhile, is curious how long Klaus will keep this up before he grows tired of it. Rebekah thinks the whole situation is hilarious and adds some extra layer of chaos. 

A snippet:

"Where's Niklaus?" Rebekah asked. "Upstairs in the study," Elijah replied, with a quick glance at his sister to assure himself it wasn't some sort of emergency. "He's up to his usual tricks and possessed James's body. I sent him to sort the accounting papers in chronological order." Rebekah frowned. "Who's James?" "The butler," Elijah said, sending her a mildly reproving look. "It seemed appropriate." "You'd never let the help near the accounting papers," Rebekah said, amused. "You don't even let me most of the time." "That's because you like buying things on impulse and we really do not need another mansion in Tuscany," Elijah replied. "It probably wouldn't hurt either." Rebekah shrugged. "Tuscany is lovely in Summer." "It might rather hurt my investments,"  Elijah said dryly. "Given that that's where the money would be coming from. Most of our wealth is already tied up in properties and assets, something both you and Niklaus seem to forget quite often." Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Perhaps once Niklaus is forced to read through the papers he'll develop a better overview of our family's finances," Elijah mused with a wistful air. Rebekah just snorted. “Probably not,” Elijah conceded. "You don't think he'll notice you're on to him when you let him near your sacred papers?" "I'm rather counting on Niklaus not knowing about my reluctance to let others touch the papers," Elijah said. There was a slight smile on his face. "And if he finds out and decides to set them on fire?" Rebekah asked, lifting her brows. Elijah waved his hand, dismissing her worry. "I've received digital copies for all the recent files. Should such an event occur they can always be replaced."