#loser has to give the winner a kiss on the cheek

[poorlydrawnstickmen]

Day 40

[rosiesmuts]

Dangerous Game

Twice Sana ft. Nayeon

Words: 4,400

A/N: Sana hella hot doe

Nayeon is sick and tired of Sana bragging about her blowjob skills yet again.

"And then," Sana says, waving her hands as she recounts her latest sexual conquest. "He came, like, everywhere. All over my face. My tits. My stomach. I swear I was just covered in cum."

"You're so fucking disgusting," Nayeon replies. "Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" Sana chirps. "It's not my fault guys just explode when I suck their dick."

Nayeon groans,"I'm really sick of hearing about how great you think you are at giving head. I bet I'm just as good as you are."

"I doubt it," Sana says, shrugging.

"Bet."

"Fine. Let's bet, loser has to do whatever the winner asks. But how are we gonna prove it?"

"I bet Oppa is game. He's waiting for me to come home. Technically he's the best person to judge."

"Are you crazy? I'm not gonna suck your boyfriend's cock."

"Aww, scared you'll lose?"

"Fine I'll do it, but don't get mad if he falls in love with me."

"I think I'll survive." Nayeon kept up a strong face, but as per usual, she got too caught up in winning an argument. She didn't actually think Sana would actually follow through on this, but sure enough, Sana followed her into the cab.

You hear the sound of your door creaking open. "Nayeon, is that you?"

"Yea! Sana's here too by the way!"

She must've had too much to drink and was crashing over again. A sigh escapes as you get up to greet the two crazy women.

"Here Sana, you left your pajamas last time, you can sleep in these."

"Oh what's the rush Oppa? Don't you want to have a little fun?" Sana teases you, running her finger up and down your chest.

"You're drunk Sana. Go to bed."

"Oh I'm not drunk at all Oppa. Nayeon brought me back here to suck your cock." She says in the most casual tone, like this was an everyday occurrence.

Your mind races. You can't deny that you've fantasized about Sana before. She's constantly talking about how she gives the best head in the world. But you've never taken her seriously, and you didn't want to ruin your relationship with Nayeon by actually testing the theory.

"What the fuck?" You yell at Nayeon.

"Look," Nayeon starts. "She's just been bragging so much about her fucking amazing skills. I told her to prove she was better than me, and who else would know besides you. It's the perfect solution."

You can't believe the words coming out of her mouth. This had to be a dream. But you know Nayeon is the type of girl who sticks her foot in her mouth. This is real. You can't hide the shock on your face.

"I thought she'd back down, but she's pretty set on doing it."

"Oppa, can I please suck your cock? Pretty please?" Sana pleads. Her eyes are begging.

"Um..." The decision doesn't seem difficult from her perspective, but your heart is pounding like it's a life or death situation.

Without a moment to respond, Sana is already leading you to the couch. In one swift move, she sinks onto her knees, making easy work of your sweatpants, sliding them off completely in a moment. The fabric pools at your ankles as Sana nuzzles her face into your underwear. She eagerly presses her cheek and chin into your groin. You've always appreciated her bubbly, round face, but it takes on an extra definition as it's cradled by your crotch.

She leans back for a moment and you can feel her fingers stroking your cock over your briefs, her eyes filled with childlike glee as they bounce around. Sana licks the front of your underwear and moans with delight as she gets a first taste.

Her slender hands hook into the waistband and gingerly slide it down, holding you steady by the shaft.

"Oppa, it's bigger than I thought." Sana giggles before planting an almost innocent kiss onto the head of your dick.

"What's wrong Sana, don't think you can handle it?" Nayeon scoffs as she plops onto the other end of the couch, her feet tucked into her black skirt.

Sana shoots Nayeon a glare, "Size isn't an issue my dear Nabongs. It's just I haven't really done anything yet and he's so hard already. I love how eager he's being for me."

She emphasizes her last word by rubbing her fingers up your thigh, ending at the base of your shaft, keeping it as straight as possible while her mouth hovers inches above.

"Just suck his cock, I'm not here to watch you talk," Nayeon commands.

"Now, now what's the rush Nayeon?" Sana teases while her hands reach under her shirt and into her bra, tossing them over her shoulder. You're left slack jawed, Sana's cute perky tits previously only a dream. But now they're here, in front of you. She's here, in front of you.

"What's wrong, Oppa?" she whispers "You're acting like you've never seen a pair of tits before." She teases, knowing they're bigger than Nayeon's.

"Do you wanna play with them? It's okay. Here." She pulls your hands towards her, allowing you to squeeze her soft tits.

Your gaze remains locked onto her breasts, unable to fully take in the surreal situation. One second they were out, in a teasing peek and next, you were grasping them like an overeager schoolboy.

"I thought this was about sucking cock Sana."

"Oh Oppa, she's so impatient," Sana whines, "doesn't she know a great blowjob isn't just about sucking cock. It's about the whole experience." Sana teases, placing your cock in-between her breasts, jiggling the skin, stroking you, providing sweet warmth as your tip peaks through with every movement.

"Fuck Sana..."

"Do you like that? Do you like my tits rubbing all over your big hard cock? It's okay if you do."

Nayeon is staring from the corner of your eye. "You're going to have to try harder than that to beat me," she sneers.

"See, he likes it. Isn't that right Oppa?" Sana ignores, bouncing her tits on your cock. "Doesn't that feel nice?" Sana beams at your disheveled face, pleased at your helpless reaction to her tits.

"Mmm, that's so hot, Oppa. It feels so warm sliding up and down." She interlocks her hands together, squeezing her tits together. Her tits aren't big enough to fully cover you, but it's just enough. Your cock presses into the valley of her cleavage as she starts fucking them against you, and a sight unlike any other. Sana has been teasing Nayeon this whole time but when she says those last few words, the sneer and confidence falls off her face, turning into an unadulterated gape.

Her tongue sticks out, licking the tip whenever it pops up from her squishy embrace. "Mmm, Oppa, I can taste you already." Sana kisses your slit with a hungry moan, letting some saliva drip down her chin and onto the space between her breast.

"Uggh. Can you fucking suck it already." You can hear the impatience in Nayeon's tone, finally losing all pretense and sincerity.

"This is just an appetizer," Sana interjects, stopping her jerking movements. A smirk on her lips and and naughty look emerges on her face.

"Oh my god Oppa, I can't believe how wet I am. Look." She slips a hand into her pants, and then takes it out, her fingers glistening with her juices. You look down, seeing your cock still poking up from between her tits, but also her fingers, coated with her juices.

"Here have a taste."Sana brings her index and middle finger to your mouth, gently pushing the liquid inside, tracing your lips as you gulp down her arousal.

She squeals in joy. "Oh Oppa, how naughty of you. Do you like the way I taste, hmm?" Her voice coos, watching your reactions. It's like you're drunk, entranced by the sight before you, stuck in a euphoric daze. Sana's so fucking sexy it makes you wonder if there is any woman alive that could top this.

"Come on Sana, quit fucking around." Nayeon sighs with annoyance.

"Silly, silly Nayeon, the key is making them beg. Don't you want Oppa begging for it?" Sana giggles.

"If there's not some cock sucking action I'm gonna declare myself as the winner."

"So impatient. Ok Oppa, let's give Nayeonie a show she won't forget." Sana gets back between your legs and takes a deep breath, inhaling your musk.

"Oh my god, Oppa, your scent is so intoxicating." Her hot breath is blowing against your cock. "I can't wait any longer. I need to taste you." She places a kiss on the tip, then another, then another, each time lingering a little longer than the last. The tip of her tongue slides along the sides of your cock as Sana explores with a curious excitement.

Nayeon scowls. "So your fucking blow job is going to be taking all day."

"He's just soooo hard." Sana caresses the throbbing appendage with admiration. Her right hand strokes your inner thigh in long soothing motions, the pads of her fingers tracing lines up and down your tense muscle.

It's slow, torturously slow. Light kisses and licks cover every surface of your cock, the feel of her tongue now a sensation rather than individual touches. Her tongue starts to flick against the underside of your tip, sending a shock through your body. You can feel the warmth of her breath, the pressure of her tongue. Her eye contact is unwavering, rubbing your thighs up and down with her soft hands.

You and Sana are now in your own world. A private space for the two of you, separated by both time and distance.

There's an excruciating pause. The room stills. There's no sounds, no movement. Her eyelashes flutter as she blinks. You're frozen. You can't breath, can't blink. It's an eternity.

The air moves with the slow grace of a dancer as she sucks you between her lips. Her eyes light up when the tip meets her tongue. Sana sighs, relaxing her shoulders. She lets herself get lost, transported by her desire. With the slow rhythm of a slow song, she slowly sinks lower, deeper.

Sana is worshiping your cock, treating it like it's the only one in the world. She's moaning and humming, sending vibrations through your shaft. As great as it feels, there's a special technique about her, knowing exactly how to keep you from cumming. As if she's been with you for years. She reaches for your hands, interlocking your fingers together, making this feel like a tender loving moment rather than just your run of the mill blowjob.

Her eyes remain fixated on yours, never even once breaking focus. It's one continuous moment until she pulls back for breath. A thick, translucent web stretches between the two of you. A dewy layer of spit is now surrounding your cock, dripping off the sides of her lips. You can feel the edges of her lips form a perfect ring as your cock passes between her lips. She is hypnotic, the speed is torture, but it's impossible to stop looking.

She lets you go, slowly inching up until she's next to your ear. "Oppa, can I tell you a secret?" She's whispering, like she's scared Nayeon will hear.

"Sure."

"I really love doing this, especially when it's a cock like yours. I can't wait to make you cum. I can't wait for you to explode in my mouth.

"I can't either."

"But I wanna make you wait a little bit, cause when you finally cum, it's going to be amazing." She trails a string of saliva down from your ear, running her finger past the puddle of spit still leaking off her chin and finally across your balls. She pecks her lips on the underside of the head, all the while looking like a kid about to play with their new toy.

Nayeon hits you. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Um...yeah," You whisper back. You've nearly forgotten she's here.

She seems satisfied at your answer, but it feels weird admitting that in front of her.

Sana's right back into action, your fingers still interlocked so she's using only her mouth. This time she's focusing on the tip, flicking her tongue and sucking on your head.

"Fuck Sana..."

She chuckles, feeling accomplished, her grin big as can be. The two of you resume your rhythm as you grind your cock against her welcoming cheeks. Slowly working her way down the shaft until her mouth is about halfway down. She inhales, breathing deeply, smiling even with her mouth full.

"God, I love your scent." she moans out seductively on her way back up. The hot air of her words permeate and swirl with your sweat. Her pace is further teasing, steady at first then almost playful as she slows and pauses, relishing the torment it has on you. You can feel her tongue working its way down, swirling around your cock. You're so close to bursting, but she knows just when to stop. Her hands pull away, squeezing your balls, ignoring your shaft, focusing all her attention on them. She's cupping them, massaging them, using her tongue on the one not attended by her hands.

Her hot, wet tongue tickles and warms them as she begins sucking and groping, working in unison. Knowing it felt good, but wouldn't cause you to cum. It's a change in tempo, something else to enjoy until it was time again.

"You're gonna be a good boy and hold out until I've shown Nayeon all my skills right?"

"Oh, so he's your new puppy. At least he's useful," Nayeon is curious, testing the waters, seeing how much she can push her.

Her fingers are tracing circles around your balls, sending shivers up your spine. Her other hand is slowly jerking up and down, sizing you up, using her hand to measure your cock.

"I think I can fit you." Sana calmly states, flashing a wink.

"What? What does that mean?" Nayeon yells out.

"Shush, Nayeon, let me concentrate." She tells her off and returns her eyes to you. They're dark and hungry.

Her hands position the tip between her puckered lips. Nayeon stares at the scene unfolding before her, feeling the waves of lust emanating off of Sana. She's got her hands wrapped around your shaft, holding it like a weapon. Your heart races, eyes closed, feeling the pleasure pulse.

You feel a rush, an impending doom, but one you welcome. A moment of heaven, a moment of hell, it doesn't matter to you. Lower and lower she goes, only a couple inches in and you're already overwhelmed. A surreal bliss radiates, filling your mind with an unbelievable pleasure.

There's moaning and slurping, the sound of her muffled voice vibrating through you. She's going further, inch by inch, her eyes locked with yours, fitting more of your cock into her throat every time she goes back down.

Her pace remains the same as ever, steady and sure. A thrust in, followed by a drag out. Up and down, the same torturous speed, letting the sensation flow through your entire body. There's a smug grin, prideful smile, confident in herself. Her hands roaming your inner thighs, content with her conquest, basking in it.

Nayeon stares, but with a different emotion. You feel the heat of her gaze, the anger behind them.

"It's not possible. His dick is way too big. It'll never fit. I've never even been able to-"

"Hush, Nayeon, we're not talking about you right now." She chides. Her voice is softer, kinder, the commanding tone dropping slightly.

Sana's pace quickens, the sound of her gagging and choking fills the room. Drool is dripping down her chin, and she's going faster and faster. Her nails dig into your thighs, her eyes tearing up as she forces her mouth all the way down. Her cheeks are puffed up and bulging, her neck stretches out.

"Holy shit, Sana." Nayeon jumps out of her seat, her eyes wide.

"Holy shit," you echo, feeling her sharp pointed nose tickling pressing into you.

Her tongue is jittering from the girth filling her mouth, sending wonderful vibrations through you. There's a grunt, she's struggling, straining. Sana holds it there for what seems like forever. Your cock is being squeezed by her throat, and you can feel every breath, every twitch, every swallow. After an eternity, she slides back up, and releases your cock from her throat. A string of spit and precum follows, breaking as she licks her lips. Sana looks pleased with herself, savoring the sight before her.

"Holy fucking shit," Nayeon can't hide the shock, can't help but step closer to get a better look at the ridiculous sight.

"I told you size wouldn't be an issue." Sana winks at Nayeon.

Nayeon scoffs, folding her arms in annoyance.

"Oh Oppa, do you like seeing Nayeon pout? That's such a cute look on her."

There's a few minutes of respite, Sana sucking you down every once in a while but nothing more. It gives you a chance to breathe, a moment to process. The image before you is difficult to process, as if you're having an out of body experience.

"Let me try again. It'll be easier the second time." She's not lying. The next time is even smoother. Her throat is slick with spit and precum, and your cock slides in like a knife through butter. There's sucking and slurping, coating your cock with her saliva. She's going up and down, over and over, and the pleasure is insane.

It's not like she doesn't have a gag reflex, she's using it to her advantage. She's gagging on your cock, spit leaking everywhere, the sounds of her throat a sinful delight. After taking a deep breath her head becomes a blur going faster and faster. Your cock is disappearing and reappearing, over and over again. You can't believe the sight before you. Sana, the picture perfect idol, is deepthroating your cock, gagging and choking herself over and over. Her hands have abandoned you, caressing her throat, stroking where you cock is pushing her insides outward.

She looks up at you with her pretty, innocent eyes. The term cutie sexy starts to make sense, so adorable, yet obscene, like an angel became a slut. You're groaning, and panting, stuck in an endless maze of pleasure.

She's drooling, saliva dripping down your balls to her chin, not even bothering to wipe her mouth. She just keeps bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster, moaning like a pornstar. You can see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Your cock is throbbing and twitching. You're on the precipice of climax. You can't hold it back any longer.

She brings her mouth up, making a loud pop as she slips you out of her lips. "Oh no Oppa, you can't cum yet. Not until I've showed off all my skills to Nayeon." holding your cock in her hand and slapping it against her tongue.

"What are you doing?" Nayeon questions her, unsure on what else Sana has to show.

"Shush Nayeon, It's only the second round, and I promised Oppa three. This one is my favorite." She coos to you, sweetly kissing your tip.

"Stand up Oppa." You stand before her, looking down on her beautiful messy face. She places your hands on her head.

"Do you wanna fuck my mouth, Oppa?" Sana teases. "Here, grab my hair and shove it in."

You're stunned. This is all happening so fast.

"Come on Oppa, fuck my mouth." She takes your cock back into her mouth, and you feel the pressure from her hands pulling you forward.

There's hesitation on your side, a lingering reservation, a fear of overdoing it. You're a bit unsure, you've never been deepthroated before, yet alone fucked someone's face. You're afraid to hurt her.

Her lips curl upward, smiling like an eager puppy, letting your cock rest, leaving you suspended. With your grip still on her head, Sana waits for you.

"Come on Oppa," Nayeon snarls, "stop being such a pussy. You know she can take it. She just swallowed your whole damn cock in one go. Stop being a little bitch and fuck her face."

You thrust forward, and immediately the pleasure is overwhelming. Her hands are still pushing, and now your hands are pulling. You're thrusting and pulling, fucking her face. The feeling is unlike anything you've felt before. It's wet and sloppy, the sounds of her mouth a depraved melody. Your hips are moving faster and faster, her eyes are wide and full of lust, begging for you to use her.

The reality of the situation sinks in as Sana sucks harder and harder.

You're facefucking Sana. You're fucking an idol with every inch of your hard cock. She's pushing her head into your crotch and you're burying her face.

You're not gentle, you can't be. It's so wet and hot, and the sensation is insane. Her nails are digging into your thighs, and you're grunting and groaning, pounding her throat like an animal. She's slapping her face against your crotch, taking everything you're giving her. She's choking and gagging, drool pouring from her mouth. Her fingers are exploring, stroking the bottom of her throat and her neck.

You're groaning. This is not a blowjob this is something else altogether. Your hands are tight on her head and your mind is hazy. You're so turned on by her. You're mesmerized by her. You can't stop fucking her mouth. She's moaning and crying, but tells you to fuck her harder every time you pull out. You're focused solely on Sana and her perfect mouth. She's not even sucking - just letting you use her mouth as a cocksleeve. Her tongue is flicking over your tip whenever it enters her mouth. And it's so fucking hot.

You're at your limit. You can't hold it in anymore. You're gonna explode. And then Sana wraps her hands around your ass and squeezes, pulling you closer, forcing you to push deeper into her mouth, your balls pressed against her chin.

"Sana, I'm gonna -"

And that's her cue, her throat constricting and contracting, massaging your head while it's buried deep inside. You didn't even know this was possible. Her final trick. Her ace in the hole. A sense of pleasure that previously only existed beyond your wildest dreams. Your body tenses, and then you let go, the hardest orgasm you've ever experienced in your life, mouth or otherwise. The world goes white and the only thing you're aware of is the warmth and wetness of Sana's throat.

Cum explodes into her mouth, filling her up. She can't take it all, it's too much, and she coughs, and chokes. She pulls off, harshly stroking your cock with her hand. You're still cumming, some landing on her face, her tits, in her hair. Your entire body is shaking.

"Fuck," you groan, collapsing onto the couch. She taps on your thighs and opens her mouth, showing you the pool of creamy liquid collected on her tongue.

"Oppa, you came so much!" she says after gulping down the mouthful.

"I swallowed so much and there's still so much on me." She's scooping your cum off her face, licking her fingers clean, moaning with every drop she swallows. Her breasts are covered, and she's gathering as much of it as she can, putting her hands between her legs, scooping up any drops that landed on her thighs. She takes your hand and puts it on her chest, covering her nipple with your cum, rubbing it around her nipple, teasing it with your sticky seed.

"I told you Nayeon! An explosion! Cum everywhere!" Sana winks and teases her with a wag of her tongue.

Nayeon rolls her eyes.

Sana goes back for more, sucking your cock until every last drop has been extracted. She's cleaning you off with her tongue, kissing the head of your cock, and then she's rubbing her face on it, like a cat nuzzling her owner. "Mmm so good," she coos.

"That's enough, you've proven your point."

"Aww, but Nayeon, look how cute he is, all tired and sweaty." Sana pouts, giving your cock one last kiss before getting up.

"Yeah, well, you look like a total slut." Nayeon snaps. "Seriously, you've got cum all over your face, your hair's a mess. Not to mention, there's a fucking puddle of spit on the floor."

"So?"

"So? Do you have any idea what would happen if someone saw you like this?"

"They'd fall in love with me." Sana teases. "Oppa did."

"Don't give me that shit. You know what? Fine, you proved your point. I guess I owe you a favor." Nayeon takes a deep breath and then exhales, bracing herself. "Whatever you want, just do it quick, and don't tell anyone, okay."

"I'm so fucking horny after all of that." She looks at you, then back at Nayeon. "Threesome?" She's fluttering her eyelashes, acting more innocent than she has all evening.

"Th-threesome?" You stammer.

"Of course." Sana says, matter of factly. "You didn't think I was going to leave without taking care of myself did you?"

"Wait a second, I never said I'd do that!"

"Come on, we're both so horny, I'll bet Oppa is hard again just thinking about us making out. I bet he's already got a load saved up. Besides, he's already fucked my throat. How much worse could it get?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Please? Please, please, please? Pretty please, Nayeon? Oh, does this help? I swear I have the best pussy around, guys can't help but explode inside of me. Want me to prove it?" She was stripping as she spoke, not a shred of shyness or timidness anywhere to be seen.

"Oppa, look." She moans, sliding her fingers out and showing the string of sticky fluids connected to them. "Look how wet I am. You did this to me. All that talk about cocks and cumming. I'm so fucking horny. And it's all because of you." She slides her fingers back inside, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "I'm so close to cumming."

"You're the worst." Nayeon snaps, grabbing her hand and pulling it out of her pussy. "Fine, whatever, but only cuz you won the bet. I'm not doing this because I want to."

"I love you, Nayeonie!" Sana squeals, throwing her arms around her friend. "Come on Oppa! Don't leave us hanging. We'll be waiting in your room." Sana grabs her clothes and skips away, leaving Nayeon alone with you.

"This is such bullshit. Why did she have to be so good at that? Ugh.." Nayeon mumbles. "Come on, I don't wanna keep her waiting...."

[cosmiiwrites]

Late buuuuttt here's jealous Adam fluff idea: You go out for a date one night and some random winner or sinner (you pick) asks you out, in front of Adam. How will he react?? :3

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ jealousy, jealousy

✧˚ · . adam x gn!reader ✧˚ · .

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: someone has the gall to ask you out while on a date with adam cw: gn!reader, possessive adam, violence (somebody gets punched🤫), jealousy, adam and reader argue a lil, fluff, making out, comfort a/n: jealous adam ily <3 winner!reader, btw!!

angry wasnt even the word. adam was seething. he had only gone to the bathroom—so why the fuck was there some other angel at your table already hounding you for your number? this guy must have a heavy set of balls to approach the adam's partner. now that was something he simply couldnt allow. stomping up to your table, adam’s wings fluffed up to appear bigger, more intimidating.

“hey, fuckhead,” he hissed, placing a hand over the man’s shoulder and shoving him so they were face to face. adam would’ve smirked smugly at the sight of the quivering angel, his imposing height giving him the upper hand.

“wanna tell me why the fuck you were talking to my partner?” adam demanded, lowering his head down.

“i-i dont-“ there was a shake in his voice as he spoke, discreetly backing away. adam scoffed under his breath. pathetic. “i just thought they were pretty! i didnt know you two were-“ he knew you were pretty. fuck, adam thought you looked breathtaking. but to hear it come from another man’s mouth? in front of him? steam was practically coming out of his ears.

collective gasps were heard as adam punted the angel in the face. in hindsight, you should’ve seen that coming. you did notice the way his fist twitched at his side, itching to knock someone’s teeth out.

“adam!” you shrieked, arising from your chair, food long forgotten. “why did you- we need to leave,” grabbing your boyfriend’s arm, you led him away from the scene. you mouthed an apology the man, who was now clutching his nose in agony.

leaving the restaurant in a hurry, your face burned with both embarrassment, and... something else. while you did appreciate adam's protectiveness, what you didn't appreciate was him assaulting an angel in heaven. oh, sera was going to give him an earful... but he'd deal with that later. at least you had the decency to leave the appropriate amount of money on the table. finally you two reached the car, the silence unearthly. the only sound was of the car shaking slightly, after adam had lovingly slammed it shut. "what the fuck was that?!" "why did you apologize to him?" the two of you spoke at the same time. no fucking way, you thought. "adam. you just punched a guy at a restaurant. and you're upset about me APOLOGIZING to him?" adam lets out a huff, clearly offended you'd taken the side of his now mortal enemy. well. maybe not mortal. but adam considered anyone who flirted with you an enemy, a bit dramatic, but its adam. what'd you expect? "oh, come the fuck on, babe." he grits, frustrated at how you insisted on defending said enemy. "you can't seriously expect me to sit back and watch some limp dick loser eye fuck you." "i was going to turn him down anyway!" this was stupid. the entire argument was. you were agitated, yes, but behind what you thought was just his facade of possessiveness was... insecurity? oh. oh. you bit the inside of your cheek, slowly reminding yourself of that one night, you had gotten adam to be vulnerable. he'd admitted to be being scared of you leaving him. well, was half-asleep, and the topic was about lucifer and his ex-wives and whatnot. when you asked him about it he'd simply brush it off. 'don't know what you're talking about, babe. you must've dreamt it or something.' "well, yeah, but-" you shut your boyfriend up, pulling him by the collar and pulling him in to crush your lips against his. an apology, of some sorts. he's taken aback, words dying on his tongue but is all too happy to reciprocate the kiss. grunting, he grabbed you by the waist to pull you onto his lap in the driver's seat, careful not to accidentally hit your head against the car roof. adam not-so-discreetly slithers his tongue into your mouth, eagerly exploring the warm cavern. almost like he's projecting his earlier frustration onto you. he groans in satisfaction as you cradle his face, hands placed on your hips to pull you even closer, the space between you two nonexistent. you hear him let out a displeased whine as you pull back, lips swollen and damp from your earlier make out. "adam, baby," you start, and adam knows hes going to get scolded by you. "fucking shit, can't this wait until, like, after we fuck?" "adam." you chide, tone more stern. "we're in a car. and secondly, don't think you're off the hook for what you did earlier..." the angel's wings bristle in annoyance, but is quickly cut off by your next sentence. "but, i like how you're protective of me. so, i guess i can't be too mad at you." you see the way his features soften at your words. "but if you do that again we're not fucking for a week." "WHAT?"

[wayvchip]

cute dates with boyfriend!wayv

kun invites you over to his apartment to cook dinner and have a relaxing wine night. except maybe it wasn't that relaxing since you both turn it into a tipsy masterchef cooking competition. although you are quite intimidated by his cooking skills, you don't let that stop you from trying your best (which wasn't very good). kun, being the nicest guy ever, lets you win. the winner chooses the loser's punishment. you make him wear an embarrassing apron that says "kiss the cook but don't touch the buns" kun complies and prays the pictures you took of him on your phone never end up in yangyang's hands, or else he would never hear the end of it.

ten loves volunteering at the animal shelter, especially a shelter with lots of cats who need extra love and attention. you and ten spend the whole day playing with the cats, feeding them, cleaning out their cages, and brushing their fur. he almost wants to adopt yet another cat or two or three, but you gently remind him this isn't in real life neko atsume so he cannot collect all the cats in the world (unfortunately). ten's eyes soften when he sees you cuddling a senior kitty and he can't help but think to himself he wants to raise many cats with you in the future.

winwin would take you to the beach on a sunny day to enjoy the light breeze and salty air until the sun sets. you notice how he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is checking you out. winwin compliments you endlessly and gives you one of his jackets to cover up because he hates the thought of other people staring at you. throughout the day, you help each other reapply sunscreen, and you giggle whenever he struggles to squeeze the tube that barely has any sunscreen left, because it sounds exactly like someone after they eat taco bell. during moments he thinks you aren't looking, winwin manages to find a pretty pearly white seashell among the billions of grains of sand and gives it to you.

xiaojun would invite you over to his place and you guys spend the whole time building legos and geeking out over the newest flower and plant lego sets. he starts sweating when your hand accidentally touches his hand while reaching for the same lego piece, even though you guys are literally dating. silly ahh boy. after you both finish building the set in one sitting, xiaojun makes you one of his famous oreo mug cakes, and he makes sure to lightly blow on the spoonful of batter to cool it down before feeding it to you and watching you eat it (he is so whipped for you)

hendery would take you to a hong kong style cafe. it's cozy and cute, and has lots of history behind how the shop came to be what it is today. you have trouble deciding what to order since you are unfamiliar with cantonese food but hendery excitedly explains each dish in detail just for you. once you decide what to get, hendery orders for you in cantonese, which makes you fall in love with him all over again. his eyes light up when you show interest in learning a few canto phrases and he feels his heart melt a little when you repeat after his words and ask if your pronounciation was okay.

yangyang loves going to the arcade section in the amusement park. the bright, colorful lights, silly circus music, and sound effects from the machines makes him feel like he's reliving his childhood again. yangyang tries to show off his claw machine skills because he wants to impress you. he literally tries so hard and finally wins a plushie for you after his like eleventh attempt. while yangyang is rambling on about how the "claw machine was rigged" and how "it wasn't a skill issue" on his part, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which makes him shut up immediately and start blushing furiously.

[slowcatsworld]

Noel Noa Relationship Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

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A/N: This is my first time writing nsfw so if it’s a little stagnant and doesn’t flow as well as it should…don’t look at me..also to the Anon that requested this I apologize for taking like 2 weeks to post this life is rlly busy for me right now lol

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SFW

Before y’all began your relationship Noel didn’t have much interest in you. He was fully dedicated to his football career and wasn’t much fond of distractions like romance. You had to approach him, and learn to advance upon your fancy for him on his own terms.

Noel hasn’t explicitly said it yet, but unless you make his coffee for him, he takes it black. When you make it for him or ask him what he wants put in it, that’s the only time he drinks coffee with sugars and creamers.

Noel isn’t a fan of PDA. The most he is willing to give in public environments is hand holding and the occasional hug. He’s more partial to soft, chaste brushes against each other: you patting his chest when you walk away from him after a conversation, rubbing your hand against his to bring some warmth back into the both of you when you two are out in the cold, him resting his hand on your shoulder when he passes you. He prefers your presence near him instead. Standing by each other, sitting next to each other, being in the same vicinity as him but not exactly physically entwined is more professional to him. He won’t turn down a kiss though, a small one to his face or lips. The more intimate ones he saves for private moments because of how flustered it can make him.

Noel would rather wake up with you, but his training schedule often doesn’t allow it (unless you wanna wake up at 5am with him.) Everything is so quiet when he wakes up entangled in your embrace. The sky looks brighter and more within his reach. The roar of transportation vehicles dull and fade away, his heartbeat is more steady and clear in his chest.

When you two are in private together, Noel generally is able to feel you in some way. Your feet brushing each other, your shoulder resting against his, his hand fiddling with the ends of your hair. At first when he noticed he did this, he stopped and was very mindful of your space until you commented on it. Now he doesn’t try to restrain himself.

Noel doesn’t think of himself as cuddly, and would deny it if you ever said he was. He does like cuddles though. He prefers to call it ‘warming the bed.’ When Noel comes home from a meeting he had with his football team, he greets you then sheds his jacket silently while walking to your bedroom. He calls, “Would you like to warm the bed with me?” With a lift in his voice at the end of his question. Your cheeks begin to heat as you bite back a smile and follow him.

Noel would be very good at handling emotional outbursts, but he doesn’t like to be around you once you calm down for a time. Due to his pragmatic nature, he is able to make you take deep breaths and clear the fog clouding your mind away. Once Noel is sure you’re okay, he would leave and give you space. He doesn’t like being exposed to such raw emotion in ways like this, especially if it’s negative. That isn’t to say he is not supportive, but he does well to distance himself until he thinks you can easily think logically again.

Noel doesn’t admit it, but he has a hard time apologizing to you after an argument. Noel’s a sore loser in his own nonchalant way. He’s also a sore winner, but a much worse loser. He fights himself for a good couple minutes before he slips a sigh and follows with “You’re right. The next episode of Bridgerton is going to release tomorrow, not on the weekend.” You nudge him. “I apologize for doubting you.”

The noise, if there is any, in Noel’s head clears instantly when he hears your voice. It’s like a sharp force that cuts through water and grabs a hold of him and keeps him from drowning. He also visibly relaxes when you press your thumbs through and pet his eyebrow hairs.

Noel tries not to show it, but he gets more determined to perform well when you attend his games. It adds just a little more pressure into him to do well. He likes it. He also doesn’t like it. But he probably likes it more than he dislikes it. You look so perfect in the stands watching him, he knows he needs to be as perfect for you.

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Noel is more partial to being a giver. He is fond of giving you pleasure and seeing you enjoy the most vulnerable and intimate activities just because of him. It makes his pride grow, his balls too.

Noel prefers positions where he can see your face. He wants to know if you are reacting positively to what he is doing or not. That look in your eye, that hitch in your breath, the furrow of your brows looks ethereal to him. Missionary is something special to him, he feels love in this position. The way your hands cradle his head and shoulders, the way he presses his face into your neck so he can close his eyes and focus on your moans and how good he is feeling. The way your legs will tighten around his waist or legs, your pussy around his dick too.

Noel also enjoys you riding him. You on top of him moving up and down or side to side make his head foggy. If you tease him in this position he burns red with arousal and partial embarrassment all the way from his face to his arms. Give your tits a good squeeze, roll your nipples a couple times in his face, grab his hand and press it to a part of your body and tell him to grab at you- its all his. He needs to close his eyes just to hold back the wave of pleasure this gives him.

Noel is more on the quiet side during acts of intimacy. He has his fair share of gasps and grunts. He moans when he gets close to cumming, he starts saying your name too. Soft and sacred, the way he lets out your name is whispered so good into your ear. Noel likes it when you’re vocal, not over the top though. No one else should be hearing you, especially if they aren’t in the room with you too (no threesomes w this man, he ain’t freaky like that.) If you’re groaning and moaning loudly every thrust about ‘how good it is’ and how ‘he’s so big I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum-.’ Noel can lose sight of the pleasure. He might also think you’re faking it too, which would ruin his trust in you during sex forever. More natural gasps and moans set the mood, for both of you. He does do a surprising amount of dirty talk, more than you would expect, but it’s still rather vanilla (bros vanilla). He gets off to you dirty talking to him and coaxing him to cum rather quickly.

Noel didn’t have any experience before you, he dates to marry and doesn’t see value in one night stands. You taught him all he knows. If he were to go to another woman they probably wouldn’t get off like you would, he was taught how to pleasure only one other person: you. Noel is probably better with his hands than his mouth. His ambidexterity is useful here too, he’s able to recreate the same motions at the same speed with all his fingers on both hands. When he uses his mouth Noel can get unusually impatient and focus on your flit when he finds it. If he uses his mouth he generally uses his hands if they’re free at the same time. If they aren’t free they’re holding your thighs, hips, or tits.

Noel doesn’t enjoy quickies. He doesn’t like the risk, thinks it’s stupid. He doesn’t like how there isn’t enough time to fully pleasure either of you. He doesn’t like how hot and bothered you are after and have to enter a public space so soon.!He sees no point in them when you think about the circumstances you put yourself in when you have one.

Noel likes to be intimate with you during the night, if he could. When you both are together from a long day of work, he likes to release his stress through these acts with you. He calls it sex to anyone’s face when talking about sex (he doesn’t talk about your sex life to others, he keeps it private) but he refers to it as love making with you. “I want to make love with you, we haven’t been together for long enough.” Noel would coax from behind you as you brush your teeth.

Noel keeps his shit wrapped, ain’t no accidental pregnancy on his watch. (practice safe sex yall kids suck) He also doesn’t have a high sex drive, meaning that you’re usually the one to initiate it. He does like having sex when y’all reunite after awhile apart. There isn’t any logic to it, but you feel the same so he doesn’t question it.

When Noel receives head he would rather be sitting than standing. He won’t hold eye contact with you either. If he sees your irises looking up at him, the bottom half of your face gone as his dick replaces it, he’s an instant goner. If you rub your face on it, if you suck his ball sac, he’s a goner. He likes being sucked off, but often doesn’t request it. He would hold your hair back if you needed it, but that’s really just so he can remove you from his dick if he gets too close before he wants to (but he wouldn’t tell you that.) He feels all mushy inside when you run your hands over his thighs and kiss up his length.

Noel doesn’t have any hard kinks. He is willing to try some stuff out with you if they aren’t too hardcore, but generally doesn’t go for that type of stuff. He can definitely bully you with his size and shove you around if you want. He will use his strength to his advantage against you and be a little rough, he’s fine with that. He doesn’t like hard core spanks or slaps. No handcuffs of bondage.

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

9.29.24

[starzwithapen]

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JOHN DORY / READER ☆ DUET?

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☆summary: Brozone happens to play on the radio, and JD's appalled to find out you're not a fan

☆content: reader is not a pop-troll, reader is gender neutral, lowkey crackfic lmao, established relationship

☆a/n: Silver wrote this one!! And okay we KNOW realistically JD would tell his partner about being in brozone but for the sake of the comedic factor in the fic he's hiding it shshsshshhsbshshsh

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You'd been sitting in the driver's seat, driving Rhonda around [a rare occurrence, but JD indulged you just this once] while John Dory stirred his sugar into his mug, handing you yours with a kiss to your cheek. You nod at him gratefully, looking down at the buttons spread across in front of you, one of them particularly sticking out to you.

“Woah, wait, I didn't know Rhonda had a radio.”

John Dory leans against the back of your seat, arms wrapped around you from behind, “ehh, I don't use it often in case it scares off all the animals.”

He pokes your arm playfully, eyes glancing out the window, “we're pretty far out, though, should be fine to listen to some tunes.”

You insert a random channel number, turning the volume upwards. This one seems to be a host speaking about the weather, so you switch to the next- sounds like a cheesy pop song of some kind, probably a boy band. You snort at the lyrics- you didn't know anyone could fit that many synonyms of “girl” into one song.

You switch onto the next channel without catching John Dory's wide, shit-eating grin, and the immediate way his face practically crumples apart, “wuh- hey, what's wrong with that last song? It was really good.”

“Okay, I know you're a pop-troll,” you start, trying to find a channel with your preferred music, “but you have to remember I'm not. That stuff hurts my ears.”

John Dory leans backwards, arms crossing around his chest, “Okay, yeah, you don't like pop music, but why that song specifically? I was really jamming out to it, y'know.” He makes that smug smile of his that normally has your cheeks heating, “guy's a lyrical genius if you ask me.”

You stare at him, unimpressed, because he's got to be joking if he thinks that song has deep lyrics.

“JD, he just rhymed baby with baby. Three times in a row. Within the same chorus.”

“Hey, it's hard to think of rhymes that don't throw off the choreo, okay?” He points an accusing finger in your direction before pausing, forcing a nonchalant pose and pursing his lips, “Or- uh, or so I've heard.”

“Yeah, yeah, that's what you pop-trolls always say. I think that guy just needs to pick up a dictionary every once in a while.”

You don't actually care about the song that much, but seeing John Dory get this riled up over it is funny enough for you to go further,

“I bet you I could write a better song by the end of the week than that guy has his whole career.”

John Dory's grin turns wolfish, and oh boy, you should've known better than to try and challenge him, even jokingly,

“Oh you bet, do you? We'll see about that.”

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This whole thing was going. Uh. Badly.

Your conversation had escalated into another one of your bets, which you surprisingly lose more often than not, most likely because you bite off more than you can chew. John Dory's unfortunately very aware of this, and throws you bait whenever he can. This time was no different. Winner gets one request for the loser.

You are not a song-writer by any means. You're a troll, yes, trolls sing and dance! But you don't write songs! The most experience you have with rhyming is a shitty poem you made as a teenager that never saw the light of day.

You'd started with listening to more of Brozone's music, and okay, you have to admit, some of their songs were actually really good okay. You'd caught yourself humming them more than once throughout the day, and John Dory always gives you that smug look from your peripherals before leaning in to kiss you senseless. He knew you were coming around to them and it was humiliating, and he was also concerningly elated by it.

While listening you've come to realise the lead singer sounds oddly similar to John Dory, just with a higher pitch and none of that raspiness. Like, freakishly similar. It's had you thinking John Dory's calling for you when he's just sound asleep, and the fact you misheard Brozone's “baby” or “honey” as JD is frankly embarrassing.

You groan and slump against the couch, the pen tumbling out your hand and clattering onto the ground below. Okay, you had to admit, this was really difficult. You were suddenly gaining so much more respect for boy bands.

You'd wanted to use this ridiculous bet as an opportunity to show off, or…even bring you and JD closer together- you know how important music is to him, so getting to write him a love song under the guise of a bet? It's a perfect chance handed to you on a silver platter!

But you just can't seem to think of the words- it's already been a week and so far you've written, what? 4 verses? And they all sucked. You wanted it to mean something- you wanted it to sound poetic and elegant and meaningful all at once, unlike those silly songs on the radio, but it just wouldn't work out!

You muffle a frustrated shout into your hands, pulling them away from your face when you hear footsteps, looking up to see John Dory towering over you.

“You give up yet?” His smile is adorable infuriating to look at, so you cast your gaze aside, huffing and grabbing your pen off the floor.

“No, ‘course not.”

He hums, patient for you to admit defeat, trying to take a peek at your notebook from up above, though you're not too worried since he can't read upside down [or at all, you've come to suspect].

“Okay, fine, I give up. You win.”

John Dory lets out a ‘whoop!’ and throws a fist upwards in celebration, smile so wide you're afraid he'll split his face apart.

You sigh, “Okay, hit me with it, I'm doing the dishes for a full week? Scrubbing Rhonda's windows?”

“Sing a duet with me.”

“This is so unfair, you know I hate doing the dishes- wait- huh?”

John Dory looks at you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, holding his palm out for you to take, “Sing a duet with me. C'mon, don't think I haven't seen you swaying to my- uh, ahem, Brozone's music the past few days.”

He recovers quickly from his slip-up, tugging you upwards once you take his hand. He carefully starts up his record player, and you're surprised to find you recognise the song immediately, since it'd become a favourite of yours this past week.

“You know this one?” JD grins in your direction, one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm, “think I've heard you hum it a few too many times during breakfast.”

The song starts off slow, as does your dancing, the both of you simply swaying together- you don't exactly…dance often, so your movements are clumsy while his are self-assured.

The lyrics are cheesy, all about young teenage love, but…they make you feel giddy, your steps becoming lighter, your heart fluttering about. And, well, the song may not have deep mind-blowing lyrics, but you think that's the point of it. It's just meant to be fun, have your blood pumping and your heart soaring.

“We're grown adults, this song is for highschoolers.” You say, though your smile is fonder this time. John Dory chuckles and spins you around in his arms, making your head spin in more ways than one, your feet tripping up over his, “C’mon, live a little! Who says we can't be young and free in our mid-thirties?”

You stumble in place, trying to blink the dizziness out your eyes.

“JD, I'm gonna knock you out.” You try your best to grumble, but it only comes out flustered with how hot your cheeks are.

He smirks, twirling you around, “You've already knocked me-” his foot slides under yours, and you fall down into his arms with a yelp as he catches you in a perfect dip- “off my feet.”

Just before you can spew another insult at him for catching you off-gaurd like this, he leans in to kiss you, lips melding against yours sweetly. You melt into it, his arms secured around you so you don't fall, the music fading into background noise in your mind. You know your voice will be hoarse from singing and your muscles sore from dancing by the end of the night, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Would be superr cool if you left feedback if you enjoyed it's super helpful and much appreciated ! this guy is so cringefail I NEED HIM. -silver

[thesassypadawan]

Puck Slut 2 (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: It’s yours and Hayden’s favorite time of the nhl season, when your teams faceoff against one another. And, as usual, you two have a bet in place, loser pays for the tab. Along with yet another interesting little twist…squeeze and tease.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Hockey, fingering, public sex, and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: Hope you lovelies also enjoy Puck Slut .5, Puck Slut 1, and Puck Slut 3.5!

*Pregame*

- First of all, no hockey game would be complete without tasty food and ice-cold drinks. Especially when they’re being enjoyed at someone’s favorite sports bar.

- “I’m surprised you picked here; thought you hated their wings.” Hayden says with a small smirk, taking the drinks from your hands.

- “I do, worst I’ve ever had.” You’d reply all sassily, playfully smacking the brim of his hat. “But you like them and…I figured they’d help lessen the blow when the Leafs lose.”

- Gives your shorts a tug, pulling you down into the booth beside him. “Oh, yeah? We’ll see who’s picking up the tab later.”

- Rolling your eyes; you reach for a nacho, making sure you push them tities against his arm. “Come on, we both know you were going to do it either way.”

- You bet Hay’s going to give your nipple a small tweak for that one. Snatching your chippy the second you squeak and jump. Stupid moose.

- But then he’s all cute and smooth, wrapping his arm around you…resting his head on top of yours. “So, should we make things interesting again?”

- Besides getting to drink to your heart’s content while spending a night out with your man… All right, you’ll play along. “Sure. What dirty idea do you have in mind?”

*Game Time*

- Normally you’d really be into the game. Cheering, hollering, cursing, the whole nine yards. But it’s kind of difficult to do so when your team hasn’t made a single goal and…his big hand was cupping your pussy underneath the table, yours palming his dick.

- Neither of you were allowed to move or try to stimulate yourself. Those were the rules. Only when your boys scored, did you get to be ‘squeezed and teased’.

- The third period had just started with the Leafs up by two. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy ‘squeezing and teasing’ Hayden; those stifled groans, chef’s kiss. It was just…you wanted a turn too, dammit.

- Unfortunately, you do have to wait long. In fact, it isn’t until about five minutes left in the game that the siren finally went off once, twice…and you could feel his finger press softly down.

- A smirk crosses his face, and he chuckles in your ear. “Two? Back-to-back? You’re in for one hell of a ride, angel.”

- Kissing your cheek innocently, he starts to slowly grind his palm against your little cunt. Kneading it so good, that thumb circling your clit through the denim perfectly. Even giving it a hard pinch…you force back a moan when he did so.

- You’re growing wetter and wetter. Whole body heating up, walls fluttering like cray. Just as you’re really getting into it, hips rocking and everything. The buzzer rings and… “End of third; looks like we’re heading to OT.” …Hay stops, pulling his hand out from in-between your squishy pillows.

*Overtime*

- “Bullshit.” You’d sit there, pouting and huffing. Legs shut tightly together; rubbing them desperately, trying to get the sweet friction back. “What now, Mountie Boy?”

- Flashing you that damn panty dropping smile. Hayden pulls your into his lap, placing you right on top of his huge bump. “We up the ante. Winner gets to ask the loser to do one thing…no objections.”

- Wiggling excitedly, you can’t help but grin yourself. A wicked request coming to mind. “Okay…bet. Anything else?”

- “Yeah, let’s have a shootout.” Wrapping a strong arm around your waist, he ruts against your booty. “First to ‘shoot’ has to pay for dinner too.” Hand sliding up your thigh, the hem of your shorts. “Deal?” Fingers slip under your panties, dipping into…

- You let out a small squeal, hands gripping the table. While Hay’s thick digits pump steadily, thumb pushing down hard… “D-deal.”

*Postgame*

- As soon as OT begins, it basically ends. Literally, not even three minutes in and the final buzzer rings out. With neither of you ‘shooting’ and the Leafs coming out on top.

- Hayden can’t drag you out of the booth fast enough. Down the dimly lit hallway. Into the cramped bathroom. Bent over the dinky sink. Panties and shorts around your ankles. “Cashing in your ask already.”

- Cock pressed to your lower back, he mutters smugly while looking at you in the mirror. “You know it. Now on your tiptoes, we got to move quick.”

- Nodding, you eagerly do like he says. Biting your lip as you watch him still have to slouch a bit to line up. Impressive length running between your soaked folds, coating himself thoroughly.

- He only teases for a moment before he’s slamming into you. Hands gripping your hips firmly, yanking you back to meet each powerful thrust. Your sensitive bud grinding into the cold surface of the cracked porcelain, making you whimper and mewl.

- Hooking an arm under your breasts, he hauls your upper body up. Fucking you fast and deep. Bullying and bruising your poor cervix with every bounce. The sound of skin slapping fills the small space, along with your combined pants and grunts. “So wet…so tight. Such a good little puck slut. Going to…”

- “…cum!” That got you clenching hard, gummy walls flexing and squeezing around him. Moans flying from your lips as you crash completely, gushing all over. Followed by him letting out a low growl, painting your insides white. Bucking weakly while he comes down from his high.

- Once your feet are flat on the floor again. Hay pulls you against his chest, tucking you easily under his chin. “About that tab?”

- You bust out in a fit of giggles, swatting his arm playfully. “Yeah, yeah…let me at least get my shorts back on first.”

*Post Postgame*

- You don’t know how, but not only are you able to stand…you can also still walk. Plus, you two ended up managing to not get caught.

- So there you are, leaning on the bar rail. Impatiently tapping your card, waiting to settle the tab. While his cum slowly leaks out of you.

- Hay comes up behind, sporting a cocky grin. Pressing into you, one hand rests on your butt and the other reaches over your head…passing the bartender his card instead. “Don’t worry, I got it. Just make me breakfast tomorrow.”

- Shivering, you feel his sticky seed start to trickle down your leg and your lips turn up into a wicked smile. “Called it…totally knew you would.”

- You got a solid smack for that…worth it.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen

[jackiepackiee]

Hihihi omg... is it alright if I request headcanons (can be romantic or platonic, I don't mind) for Stormbringer!Chuuya with a female or gender neutral reader? 16!Chuuya is so underrated and I just wanna hold him and comfort him owueuajjhsjdha but please remember to take your time with this request :) ❤ I love your writing! <3

I would die for stormbringer Chuuya

𝟣𝟨!𝒮𝐵!𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓃𝑜𝓅𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

@silverbladexyz request

Gonna start by saying this is before the events of stormbringer so the flags aren’t dead (I can’t handle it 😭)

He has so much love to give

The type to not really know if there is love in this world, but he’s sure there is because he has so much in his heart to give

And that’s for you!

He’s still a teenage boy, sometimes nervous

You are definitely his first kiss, first love, first everything

And because of this, he holds you on a pedestal above everyone

Shy compliments, only really being bold when he’s ditzy on some foreign wine

Gentle kisses, he is absolutely terrified of harming you

Will brush your hair, kiss your cheek, clip your nails, then cuddle you

Arms wrapped so softly, but it’s still such a strong hold

This strength is great for danger

“Wear what you want, I can fight”

If anyone ever seriously bothered you, he’ll comfort you first and take care of them second

His loyalty is unmatched

Not “sorry, I have a girl.” It’s “No. I have a girl, go away.”

But that harshness melts away the second he sees you. After losing so much, he likes to have you in his sights

He trust all of the flags to care for you

Knowing his friends would never cause you harm in the slightest way

Speaking of, it was most likely Albatross that pushed him to confess.

Over a bet on pool, loser had to listen to the winner. The flags, being wingmen, made Chuuya finally confess.

He had no excuse not to, he was already head over heels

You aren’t a bet, mind you. It’s simply it was the push he needed to do what he was planning for what felt like forever

Assuming you met in the port mafia, he won’t talk much on his past

His new past, the sheep. He likes to stay quiet.

He will never admit it, but because you’re around the same age as the sheep members he sometimes feels as if you’ll leave in betrayal

The best way to comfort him is taking out his little ponytail and playing with his hair

And his… earlier past. Not even he knows the full truth. It’s unlikely he’ll tell you much for many reasons

One, he doesn’t wanna scare you away. Two, he’s scared you’ll think he isn’t human too. Three, he wants you safe and uninvolved. And four, it’s hard to talk about for him

But, of course you do find out. He was terrified for your reaction

So when you said you loved him all the same, he couldn’t just about died. Swearing he saw an angel

That is the first time you see him cry. The stress, fear, confusion, dehumanization. It’s too much, he breaks

You take him in your arms and pet his hair like you always do. A gentle kiss and reassurance works wonders for him.

On a lighter note… GET A PUPPY

Mention you’re the mom and he’s the dad, he’ll melt like ice in the sun

A big dog definitely, something that could probably jump over the two of you.

At 16 he runs the gemstone black market for the port mafia, so expect the most expensive jewels on your neck and wrists.

Anniversary, birthday, holiday, or just a random weekday. Doesn’t matter

Only a year in the port mafia and he’s already rich, so what’s it to him?

Over all, he’s never been in love before. Be gentle and honest. He doesn’t need much, just you.

[mayabooowrites]

Best dads||D.M/H.P

Summary: your husbands Hogwarts rivalry never went fully away and now they compete as dads

After you had the twins James and scorpius the competition between your husbands started up again

You were breastfeeding James as scorpius was asleep beside you as your husbands were quietly fighting

"I can so change a diaper faster then you." Draco says and Harry looks over shocked

"In your dreams Malfoy." Harry says and you sigh as Draco smirks

"I mean I see y/n in my dreams all the time so yes a Malfoy is in my dreams." Draco says and you chuckle at that it was cute but well your also a potter as you married them both

"I'm also a potter tho isn't that why I hyphened Malfoy and potter for my last name when we got married." You say and Draco sighs as he pretends to look annoyed when he wasn't really but he's in competition mode with Harry, so he fakes his old I hate Harry Potter and everything to do with him like in Hogwarts "Oh right Draco you both were fighting about changing diapers please do go on." You say and anything to be able to nap more, and hey the competitions are great tired mom you gets to sleep more

"Oh right thank you y/n, now potter come at me let's go see who is the better diaper changer loser." Draco says and Harry nods

"Ok winner gets y/ns affection for a week and the other doesn't." Harry says and you shake your head

"No winner gets the prize of changing more diapers then the other and a kiss on the cheek." You say and Harry shrugs

"Fine." Harry says not that pleased but pleased enough to not give up, like he would have anyways

"Okay and I'll change Scorpius, you can change James we have to change the diaper under a minute or else we lose and it has to be flawless." Draco says and Harry nods

"Okay deal." Harry says and Draco and Harry shake on it as you sigh this is going to be a long week

These rivalries you thought they would abandoned it when you got with them both but well no, they first always had little rivalries first it came with sex always towards you of course, but then they got over it now it's with the twins which hopefully they will get over it eventually, maybe? Well one day they will hopefully

You hope the twins won't have to deal with their fathers fighting about which one can get them to the Hogwarts train quicker then the other

But right now as babies it works perfectly so you can rest but as they get older you will stop them more

"Ah seems they both need a diaper change now." You say as you could smell scorpius from here and he was in a basket on the ground gosh it smells terrible

Draco and Harry take their twin they choose and smirked at each other

"May the best dad win."

[bun-lapin]

congrats !!!!

laughter + fluff + idia, gn! reader and romantic please? gift as a backup as well, thank you!

Thanks so much~! As one of my first mutuals, I was really happy to see your request for the event! I hope you enjoy what I came up with for this prompt! I got a little carried away and wrote a lot more than I initially planned lol I've always wanted to write a story where you play video games with Idia. I bet he'd be so much fun to hang out with and just have fun~! <3

Prompt: Laughter Genre: Romantic, Fluff Character(s): Idia Shroud, gn!reader CW: hand holding, hugs, cheek kiss, playing video games

Stepping into the dimly lit building, you blink rapidly as your eyes suddenly transition from the bright afternoon sunshine outside, to the rainbow hued, artificial lights that now surround you. The electronic music and sound effects of various games played loudly through cheap speakers, mix in the air around you like the energetic noise of a festival. Taking in a deep breath, you smell the scent of fried snacks and sugary drinks from a nearby concessions stand. You turn to the figure at your side, smiling at the way his eyes first sweep gloomily around the room but then soften as they meet yours. Taking his hand in yours and giving it an affectionate squeeze, you say, “Thanks for bringing me to your favorite arcade today, Idia. I’m really excited to spend the day with you!”

Idia shrugs his shoulders with feigned nonchalance but you see the corners of his mouth twitch into a fleeting, bashful smile. “I’m excited too,” he replies softly, as he squeezes your hand in return. He turns his head to look around at the mostly empty arcade and a small frown creases his brows, “Sorry it’s so dead in here today. I still can’t believe how severely underappreciated this business is by the local community.”

You let out a light laugh and give Idia a small, reassuring pat on the arm, “It’s alright. With less people in here, that just means we can play any game we want without waiting!” You scan the various arcade cabinets in your general vicinity and a brightly colored fighting game catches your eye. Pointing to your selection, you ask Idia, “What about that game? Do you like that one?”

Idia’s eyes go wide with sudden excitement and his mouth opens into a radiant, sharp-toothed grin as he practically shouts,” Do I like it? That’s Wreck-It Rumble! I used to play it all the time when I was a kid. It’s a top-tier, certified classic in the arcade fighting game genre!”

You smile excitedly at Idia. Gently pulling on his arm as you step towards the game, you say, “Well then, it’s decided. We’re playing that one first!”

The two of you make your way over to your selection and as you stand in front of the flashing game cabinet, Idia fishes a handful of arcade tokens from his back pocket. As he drops a couple into the game’s coin slot, he looks up at you with a playfully smug smile and says in a teasing tone, “There’s no way you’re winning this game. I know every single combo move for every single character!”

The game starts up and the two of you begin selecting your characters. You glance over at Idia with a playfully raised eyebrow and ask, “Want to make a bet? Loser has to buy the winner any snack they want from the concessions stand!”

Idia flashes you an excited grin and nods his head in agreement, “It’s on!”

The first round begins and Idia immediately slams the buttons on the arcade cabinet in a complicated combo move. You quickly jump into action as well, trying out a variety of button presses to see what fighting moves your character is capable of. As the two of you frantically control the characters on the screen, your energetic movements cause your shoulders to occasionally bump against each other. Each time you make contact, the two of you glance at each other and exchange a quick, affectionate smile. The first round swiftly ends in Idia’s favor and he lets out a gleeful shout in victory.

As you begin the second round, you utilize the information you learned in the previous round and your character fights Idia’s with more skillful attacks and dodges. Steadily whittling away at his health bar, you glance over at Idia from the corner of your eye. You laugh softly when you see his brows furrowed in concentration and his eyes blazing with determination. The second round is a very close match but eventually, you manage to finally defeat Idia. You throw your arms up and laugh victoriously. Idia pretends for a moment to be annoyed at his loss, but then pulls you into his arms for a quick congratulatory hug, a warm smile lighting up his pale face.

With the third and final round starting up on the game screen, the competitive mood surrounding the two of you reaches a fevered pitch. You both raise a hand over your respective controls, readying yourselves to send out your most effective attacks. The match begins but then suddenly, the lights in the arcade flicker and every game cabinet around you goes black as the power shuts off for a few seconds.

You and Idia stare the black screen and then at each other in disbelief. The arcade manager, standing behind the concession stand counter, calls over towards the two of you, “Sorry about that! Looks like we had a brief power outage. If you could come over here, I’ll get you a refund on your tokens and some free drinks for your trouble.”

Looking back into each other’s eyes, you and Idia share a look of amazement at this unexpected outcome and then you both dissolve into a fit of laughter. You hold each other close as you laugh and, when you both calm down a bit, Idia looks at you with an expression of gentle appreciation and joy. Brushing a soft kiss against your cheek, he takes your hand in his and the two of you walk over together towards the concession stand.

[iris-of-bliss]

𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕤 [𝟙𝟠+]

Summary: You had a long day at work, and you finally see your boyfriend again. Later in the night, you two exchange some pleasure in bed.

Pairing(s): Steve Fox/F!Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Teasing, Fellatio, Cunnilingus

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Dominant with a bit of sub Steve Fox is what I love most 💙

“C’mon, damn it!” Hwoarang curses at himself.

It was guys night with Jin, Hwoarang, and Steve Fox. They were settled down at a private hangout, that being the basement of you and Steve’s house. Both rivals Jin and Hwoarang were in the middle of playing intense foosball while Steve kicked back and watched the show. So far this has been a draw, and there can only be one winner. These two had made a deal earlier for the outcome: If Hwoarang loses, he has no other choice but to get Jin’s bike repaired. Why the hell is that? Well, let’s just say he got scammed by some lousy repairman. Jin won against his opponent at a fighting tournament, so he decided to give him a second chance. Meanwhile, Fox didn’t need to worry about this situation. He would feel entertained by the ongoing energy during the hangout. Even Hwoarang’s frustrations caught a laugh out of him.

“All this competition over a bike, eh?” he chuckled out.

The Taekwondo master growled, “Shut it! I’m focused.”

The constant shifting and spinning of foosball rods hitting the miniature ball kept going. It was almost time for Steve’s friends to leave as you planned to arrive back at eleven sharp. You were busy working a few extra hours at your job. He was worried about you wounding up tired when seeing you again. Taking you to bed was currently on his mind right now, among other things.

The redhead swears, “Shit!”

The foosball game was done. The metal rods’ spinning came to an end. Jin was declared the winner whilst Hwoarang had to do the favor.

“This is only a game, Hwoarang. Taking my bike for a repair won’t be much of a hassle,” Jin reassured as he snuck in a smirk.

The martial artist groaned, “Whatever you say, big shot.”

Steve stood up from his seat and approaches his rival. He gives a nudge to the shoulder as he chuckled, “C’mon, don’t be such a sore loser. You’ll get him back next time.”

“Oh trust me, I’ll make sure to show him-“

Their conversation was interrupted by a crack of the door. Footsteps made their way down the stairs. The trio looked back, seeing a familiar figure before them. You made your return from tonight’s job. By the looks of it, you found that they were finished with a foosball game. You were curious to ask, “Did I disturb something, or were you guys just finished with your game?”

The boxer strikes a bright smile and walks towards you, giving a tight hug, “Why of course we’re done, luv!”

He lifts you up and peppers a few kisses to your cheek. Hwoarang shakes his head while Jin hummed, “Seems like we should head out, yeah? I think Xiaoyu is waiting for me.”

“You two got girls? Heh, I’m going home to a punching bag.”

Steve looks back at the martial artist, “Going for an overnight practice? Try not to get sloppy back there, will ya?”

“Don’t try underestimating me when I pick a fight with you,” Hwoarang waved his hand back. You watch the two guests walk out the basement to the front door. It was just you and Steve in the room. Your boyfriend pulls you close by the waist, looking into your eyes softly.

“Was work alright? Ya feel any tired?” Steve was making sure if you needed any rest.

You caress his face, “A little bit, but I’d like to use some spare time before going to sleep.”

—

Changing in your nightwear after a long day felt a lot better. You’re lying down with a shirtless Steve in his sweats while you were wearing a cute and lacy slip dress night gown. You shared small chatter about the day for around ten minutes. It was an average day for each of you, but maybe a little spicing up wouldn’t be too bad.

Fox compliments you, “You know, you look like an angel in that night gown.”

Your heart flutters with joy by his sweetness. You place a hand over his cheek as your thumb brushes his skin. Leaning in for a kiss, Steve grabs you by the waist for you to lay on top of him. You yelp and giggle as you continue to kiss. Your legs were set on Steve’s sides while his hands rub along your back. One of them ended up squeezing your rear gently, the hem of your gown being lifted away from it. He wanted you to feel his entire hand knead the skin. You whimpered and your back arches due to the sly tease. That was when you suddenly grind against him until noticing a hard spot in his sweats. Your boyfriend released a slight gasp, eyes moving back and forth in embarrassment. Your movements went into a halt.

“That felt unexpected, wasn’t it?” he held a nervous laugh. Sure, you didn’t expect a poking erection, but it was barely a bother. You were already getting horny regardless. Lessening his worries, you exchange a kiss and pet his blonde strands.

“I can take care of it for you, sweetie. Would you like that?”

Steve slowly nods with his eyes wide. You kiss him once more before going down on him. You pull down his pants, removing them completely to toss elsewhere on the floor. The sight of you made him blush lightly. The position of your ass perking up while you bend down to free his cock. He’s prepared for what’s to come through the night.

You start landing kisses around the shaft to the tip of his erection. Its size was larger than you expected. You slip the tip of your tongue out and teasingly lick under it. Steve’s lower abdomen made a light twitch by your act. He brings one of his hands to stroke your hair whilst gripping the sheets. You glance up at him before continuing the show. He never received a blowjob before, so it was up to you to make it exhilarating. When your lips parted over the head, Steve pushes you down a bit, not too much to where you gag though. He isn’t a rough person himself during sex when he is mostly soft. Still, there is no such thing as not being rough on the table. Steve can go either way if he wants to.

“You’re doin’…so good to me,” the boxer praises, “That feel good for ya, dove?”

You wouldn’t fail shooting your best shot sucking him off thanks to his choice of nicknames to call you. It was becoming his enjoyment praising when you were doing such a good job pleasuring him. You make slow bobbing motions with your tongue tasting around his shaft. Your breath starting to feel hot, Steve was breathing heavily as he recognized a glint of saliva crawling out of your mouth. He massages your scalp with his eyes shut and lip bit down. His face even felt hot. You hummed with pleasure, causing Steve to whimper. This felt so fucking good to him. It was nothing but pure bliss. His hand moves down to your cheek to caress while you quickened the pace. He pushes your hair back to catch a better view. You hum on him again and pump on the base of his cock with your hand. A feeling of dampness formed in your panties due to your cunt throbbing so miserably. Your boyfriend tried his best to hold back his moans, yet would end up slipping them out.

Steve’s breathing hitched, “Ah, (Y/N)! Sweetheart, I’m gettin’ close…”

He began to feel his dick throb inside your mouth, earning an aroused mewl. His brows furrow as he clenches his teeth at the view. You tug at Steve’s boxers when sending a few last pumps around his sex. After quickly pulsating, he shot a warm load into your mouth. You suck and lick off every drop that remained. Steve’s breathing slowed down post-release. He let out a sigh and lays his head back on the pillows. You pull out with a pop and lick your lips before placing his cock in his boxers. Crawling above him, you sent kisses on his jaw and cheek. Your satisfied partner made a slight smirk and glances at you. He holds you close by your torso, rubbing the small of your back. You wrap your arms around the base of his neck.

“You tasted so good, baby. Did that please you enough?” you manage to tease. Fox nods and pecks your temple. Arms encircle your body tight, possibly meaning that Steve himself had a plan for you.

He answers you, “Yeah, but perhaps I could return the favor, right?”

You were unable to reply fast enough because of him tossing and turning you onto your back, his body towering over yours. Blush marks appear on your face whilst your hands hover along Steve’s sculpted muscles. It didn’t fail to hypnotize you much to the lack of surprise. He knew your eyes were distracted, so he kisses you again. Your eyes scurry up to his face.

“My face is up here, luv,” he inches close to your ear to kiss, “Don’t take your eyes off it.”

Since when the hell did Steve get good at flirting? You became completely speechless. He slid himself down while kissing your body in the process. His face now in between your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Steve pushes your gown upward to be welcome by a laced pair of panties already soaked. He smirks from the small mess you allowed your horny self to make.

“Already wet down there, eh?”

Your heart skips a beat as the boxer kisses the spot. You hum in a moan, causing him to look up with puppy eyes. He takes the edge of the cloth with his teeth until pulling it all off with his fingers. Throwing the panties on the floor, he lays back on his stomach in front of your cunt.

“Don’t try and suffocate me while I’m at it, will ya?” Steve asks the favor. You nod as you watched him from below. He makes sure to grip both legs tight for good measure. This was going to be a long ride for you. Kisses were placed over your womanhood again, leading to your breathing getting heavy. You were already throbbing again. He releases his tongue to lick your slit, yet the motions felt agonizingly slow. And oh it was in such a good way, too. You could even feel the tip of it tease you so badly. Your boyfriend probably learned from your earlier stunt when sucking him off. It wasn’t until the tongue’s tip found your clit before flicking a few, then going back down again. You arch your back and whimper in desperation. Your hands start gripping the sheets.

“This is all your fault for teaching me how to arouse you, sweetheart,�� he recalls a memory.

Your voice stumbled, “S-Steve, I need you- ah!”

This man is such a quick learner. You remember how he had a lack of experience for these sexual scenarios. It amazed you that he can pick up some of your weaknesses and discover more. God you didn’t want him to stop. You made the urge to stay silent the whole way as Steve can handle you all to himself.

Steve’s tongue keeps making the same motions from your opening to the bit of flesh, causing you to squirm. His strong arms pinned you down by the legs to prevent any escaping. He wanted this to be absolutely perfect for you. His tongue then laps over your slit, the hot breaths touching your sensitive skin. During his work, he looks up at your reaction, your body still squirming with eagerness. A wave of hollered moans should be good for him, but not enough for the night. He makes a bold move to go deeper and slide his tongue inside of your aching cunt. Your eyes shot wide open as you moan in pleasure. You shove his head down with your free hand, and your legs weren’t able to withstand his strength to writhe out. Steve taps your leg before extending a hand for you to hold. You move yours away from his head to grab his hand. His thumb rubs over your knuckles for reassurance. Your leg leans against the boxer’s face while lying over his shoulder.

As it went on, his tongue kept thrusting in and out as well as curl in certain places. He found the right spot after hearing you moan loud again. Steve’s mouth covered your entire area, his tongue gushing with your fluid. It felt so warm and slick when sliding through your walls. He takes ahold of your free leg and massages both hips to add for the satisfaction. The inside of your pussy felt hot and continued throbbing at once. Seems like you were about to finish, too.

You broke your silence, “Mm, babe! D-don’t stop! So…good!”

Your boyfriend hummed at your approval, and grips your legs in place. The vibration against your pussy made your body snap. All self control vanished as a climax arose. A forceful release of cum is shot into Steve’s mouth. Your legs kick the air with your body arching back. It felt so god damn good, and Steve knew it. The wet release seeps away out of his mouth whilst he catches as much as he could. Your cunt flutters and squirts with endless joy. Your body shudders while you pant every breath. As you settled down, Steve licks around the remaining spots that were covered in your cum. He slurps it all up before he towers over you, examining your exhausted face. You loved to see his massive figure above yours since it turned you on so easy.

Your lover praises, “You taste amazing. Ya gettin’ tired yet?”

Although your voice sounded faint, you cup his cheek and whisper, “M-more…”

Fox giggled and sends a kiss to your temple, “Anything for you, dove.”

He kisses your flushed cheek and pulls his dick back out, pumping it for an erection. Your hands lazily roam around his muscles, becoming touchy. You trace an index finger over his arm scar, the one obtained from the labs of the Mishima Zaibatsu. Steve then aligns his cock towards your already soaked womanhood. You hold him by the shoulders with breathing turning heavy again. Pressing the tip, Steve slides in your entry with a groan. You were just as tight, no different from last time. The small veins along his cock, they caught a moan out of you. Steve licks his lips and begins to penetrate. Legs are wrapped over his waist in an attempt to get him close.

One of his hands knead your waist softly, trying his best to turn you on once more. Though this wasn’t necessary, he would succeed doing so. You cooed in a moan as you were panting at one another. The area felt so hot to the point that layers of sweat formed. Your boyfriend’s teeth clench from your tightness. He throbs around you while your pussy flutters, the wet sounds of skin ramming each other. Steve leans in to pepper kisses on your face, then moves close towards your ear. He’ll go on to whisper such pleasing words as part of his love language. How much he loved you, the ways you two were satisfying in return, all of that you wished to be eternal.

“You mean so much to me, (Y/N). I love you, ya know that?” he voiced between his breaths.

“Mm, Steve! I-I love you too!”

“I love you…”

Steve embraces you and bites into your neck, sucking on the skin. His thrusts got as quick as they could, eventually leading you to mewl nonstop. You and Steve were about to cum again. Nails claw into his back due to how large his size felt. The boxer nips off of your skin, leaving a visible hickey. You throw your head back and pant for air. A sudden feeling of your abdomen was about to snap.

A few more hits.

Then again.

Finally once more, and heavy amounts of ejaculate erupt from your bodies. A wail of moans sounded in the bedroom. Your own fluids spray against his abdomen while his hot load is aimed through your sex. Steve pounds you a few extra times for the rest to spill out. Your body trembles on the bed, turning into motionless putty underneath him. He huffs out a few breaths and carefully pulls out. He sprawls on his back to catch his breath. Sweat falls down his forehead as he runs his fingers through his hair. Steve looks at your tired state before scooting over and laying on his side. He luckily still has enough stamina as long as he watched his physique. Compared to him, you were fragile, and he treated you delicately. He must have thought that he went a little too rough, yet you never complained once.

You look up at him, eyes lidded and face red hot. Steve gave a soft smile and caresses your cheek with his knuckles. He inches his lips to yours until sending a light kiss.

“After a minute or so, I’ll help you into the shower,” he tells you as he began to pet your hair, “You can lean on me if you’d like. I probably went kinda rough on you, haven’t I?”

“No, you were perfect. I want to do this again someday…”

Steve chuckled, “Alright then.”

[these-emo-thoughts]

Pit Babe Anniversary Rewatch! Episode 1!

I can't even begin to describe how happy I am to be rewatching one of my favourite shows and sharing in the joy with others 🥹 Below are my thoughts of the episode as I watched it, I'm trying not to simp so much for the show and the actors entirely, but I think I failed in that department 🤣

So, in the words of Speed of Love - Let's go! Let's go, let's go, let's go! 🙌

Theme song is still an absolute banger and the clips for the intro are fan-fucking-tastic ahhhhh I'm so excited!!

Hello, old friends 🥹 Yes, even you Winner, lol.

ESPECIALLY YOU WAY 🖤

(Why is it fitting to me that Way is reported to have a fabulous record for the racing season? Is it because he's played by the fabulous Nut Supanut? Yeah, probably 🤣)

Thank you Alan for the omegaverse commentary 🙏

Vroom vroom

Babe is so freaking beautiful, ugh

Ohhh, that lil fist-bump between Babe and Way when Babe comes out of his 'concentration'... my heart is already like, hurting, lol

HELLO CHARLIE! Look at you in your suspicious lil get-up, creeping in the corner, lol

Actual racing in the racing omegaverse show - I swear I didn't forget, lol

Sonic in his coat 😍

Okay but Dean being part of the team and being so supportive... my boy 😭

The uncle-being-single bashing began really early didn't it 🤣

OKAY CAN BABE AND WAY STOP BEING SO CUTE TOGETHER???

One of my favourite things in any BL is one character pinning another one against the wall and keeping them in place by holding their arms. What I like about Babe doing this to Charlie is that cute lil smile Charlie gives Babe when he turns around after his face-mask is removed 🥹

I get Babe, Charlie's request for a car is a weird one, I'd be confused too LOL

I LOVE how smug Babe looks, I bet $100 he did NOT think that Charlie would take his bait which is why he's egging him on so much

But damn, Charlie can give back just as well 👀

OKAY BUT Charlie hesitantly trying to kiss Babe on the lips but Babe turning to the side so he gets a cheek instead and then shrugging like "idk" is just perfection

And when Babe realises that Charlie doesn't have an alpha scent and then smiles like he's won the lottery and then gets super into it? Amazing.

North pls you are my favourite social media vlogger, I love you LOL

Lmao I would hate to be in Charlie's position, with everyone betting how long I'd last with the great Pit Babe. And ofc, Way starts the betting LOL

HERE HE IS, THE WORLD'S BIGGEST LOSER, WINNER, COMING TO STEAL THE SHOW SPOIL THE PARTY

AGAIN, I WOULD HATE TO BE CHARLIE RN LMAO

Love that Winner has an entourage cheering him on for some reason, he's so smug too about winning the first round (bb boy, you're not winning much else this series so enjoy while it lasts LOL)

The romantic break with Charlie and Babe looking at each other while Babe is doing doughnuts has me hollering

Idk how Babe won the drifting when there were two rounds and he and Winner each won one, but CONGRATS BABE

And congrats Charlie for not being Winner's new plaything, lol

It really does feel like Babe has never met a person like Charlie before doesn't it? Charlie from the get-go makes it clear he doesn't want to take advantage and is fine with Babe saying no to not staying over to sleep. Pavel's subtle acting really makes it seem as though Babe is mildly surprised, imo

KENTA BABY BOY, HELLO, I MISSED YOU AND YOUR CREEPING ASS 😭

TONY!

Alan in a singlet top 🥵

There's a lot of vroom vroom in this episode 🏎️

Wise uncle Alan giving such great words of advice to Way about his feelings for Babe too bad he doesn't FOLLOW IT

Charlie, like, transforms when he's doing a sex scene with Babe. His eyes, his expression, it's all so seductive

The "no kissing" trope, ugh, yes (made even better with the way Babe is SQUISHING Charlie's cheeks)

I'll still... never get over the design of this house 😭 or the fact that it was used as the restaurant for This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans LOL

Charlie's little "bye bye!" is so cute

Babe's mood swings, imma get whiplash, Charlie is god's strongest soldier for weathering that storm lol

Charlie the maid without the uniform 🤣

I'm assuming this was a slight timeskip and was not just the next day because of how Charlie says they've already had "test drives" many times by now lol

They're already so domestic, I can't-

The "bye bye" again, so CUTE 😭

The father (Alan), son (Babe), and holy spirit (Way) of X-Hunter LOL

From the very BEGINNING Way is planting the seeds of Charlie being sus, set up for us to believe it's because of his not-so secret feelings for Babe - a red herring if I ever saw, and done so well

God, even when Charlie is waving "bye bye" to Way it's cute. I don't ever remember him being this adorable in my first watch, but I'm smitten now 🤣

Charlie not getting jealous that Babe checked out another man and instead saying "I don't know why you found me special" 😔

BUT IT'S SO CUTE HOW BABE TALKS TO CHARLIE HERE AJSFALFJSL, they look so HAPPY!!

Man, I know he's the absolute worst kind of villain, but I love S Vorarit so much, lol

AHHHH the phone call! Innocent lil Charlie isn't so innocent after all!

Ep 2 preview 👀

KIM! WELCOME!!

Way looks so much like a good friend in the preview: "keep an eye on Charlie", bc we just saw from that phone call we might not be able to trust him 👀

And ofc the iconic behind the scenes that Change so generously gives us (more pls 🤣)

Such a great first episode, very much enjoyed the rewatch, hopefully will get to Ep 2 tonight as well (BABY BOY JEFF WAS NOT IN EPISODE 1 AT ALL 😭)

[7central]

jesslupe interaction a la the spongebob 'it's not my wallet' scene where Jess can't explain why she only adheres to the loser-kisses-the-winner-rule when she arm wrestles Lupe and not with anyone else. she can give a million explanations as to why she kisses Lupe but anytime Lupe points out that Jess has other close friends/wrestles other ballplayers/buys other people drinks/etc. that fit the bill, Jess just hits back with "yeah but it's different with you"

all started because Carson lost an arm wrestle to Jess and kissed her on the cheek, but Jess just laughed at her. And when Carson asks "isn't that what you're supposed to do when you lose?" Jess explains "It's different with Lu." and Lupe had NO IDEA it was different with her this whole time

[amoryeonjun]

Can't Hide it

"I think I'm in love."

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x gn!reader

wordcount: 1.9k

genre: fluff

warnings: just Yeonjun falling to the ground but no injuries 😭

author's note: my friends and I decided to do secret santa fics and I was very grateful to get my wife aka @junniieesbby I hope you enjoy this!! This blurb was inspired by Can't Hide it by 15&, a song about being in love with someone. This is my first time writing in a decade so apologies if it's not good 🙏 I really just care about my wife's and my other secret santa particpants' opinions on it <333 anyways ENJOYY

the lovely participants: @flwrseon @boba-beom @honajoong

It’s currently 9pm.

Usually at that time, you would be in bed, face mask on and scrolling through the many tiktoks that Yeonjun has sent you. Most of it being clips of two cats cuddling with a message saying “us <333”. No matter how many similar tiktoks he may send, they always put a smile on your face. This is usually your form of communication whenever he’s doing overnight dance practices.

Tonight, however, your boyfriend of 3 months had dance practice early just so he can stay the night at your place. You’re both on the couch watching reruns of Supernatural, his head on your shoulder. As soon as you were going to get up and get ready for bed, Yeonjun grabs your hand. “Love, why don’t we go to the park and play some badminton?”

You widened your eyes. “Right now? It’s already pitch black outside.” As fun as playing with your boyfriend in the park sounds, you can’t understand why he would want to do it now.

Yeonjun starts doing his famous pout, the one that you can’t resist kissing it away. “Are you saying you don’t want to play a match with me?” He says jokingly.

You chuckle. “It’s not that, but don’t you think it’s too late for it?”

He continues pouting, even giving you an innocent look with his eyes. You almost think he knows you’re going to give in eventually. “Yeah, but...” he stops, before looking away. He’s nervous about what he wants to say next.

“Tour is coming up soon, and it’s difficult getting any type of free time. I just want to spend it having fun with you.”

You’re a little grateful that he turned away because your cheeks feel warm, butterflies in your stomach growing rapidly. You press your lips together as hard as you can to stop blushing. Throughout your 3 months of dating Yeonjun, you’ve felt your likeness towards him growing, to the point where it has now formed into love. It freaks you out a little, feeling so much love for someone in a small amount of time. It always comes up on moments like these, where he tells you how he enjoys being with you. You think your heart might explode if he continues to do it. You get scared at the thought of saying it to him, not knowing if he feels the same way.

He looks at you again but with an exaggerated pout, making you laugh. “Can we please play badminton?” He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly while repeating “please” repeatedly.

“How can I say no to you?”

The park feels tranquil at night. There’s a full moon out, as well as a slight breeze passing through the trees. There’s only a couple of people there tonight, most of them sitting by the lake, which gives you and Yeonjun a big field all for yourselves to play on. You two didn’t own professional badminton racquets, just these cute blue ones with penguins around it. You remember Yeonjun pouting when you chose it over the racquets with the foxes on it, jokingly claiming that you love his band member more than him. Oh, how wrong he was.

Yeonjun sets an extra racquet down in the middle, acting as an imaginary net. “I say first to get 15 points wins and the loser has to give the winner something.”

You bring your finger to your chin, fake pondering. “Hmm, well if I win, and I will, you have to bring me back a souvenir from the tour.”

He giggles. “And if I win, and I  will..” he says, mocking your tone. He thinks for a bit before answering, “You have to give me a key to your place.”

You’re almost taken aback. A key to your place? A huge part of you thinks he’s being serious, that he wants to take this relationship to another level. The tiniest part of you thinks he’s just making a harmless joke.

Yeonjun notices your silence and clears his throat. “Sorry if that was too much, I just-“

“No, no, it’s not too much at all. But may I ask why?”

“Well, as much as I like hanging out in the dorm with the guys, your place feels like a second home. I enjoy just lying beside you, whether on the couch or in bed. I enjoy deciding what to cook and playing board games afterwards. I also want to be that cheesy boyfriend that says ‘Honey, I’m home’ when he opens the door.” He chuckles as he scratches the back of his head nervously.

You feel your cheeks turning red and the corner of your lips raising. You look away so he doesn’t see you smiling like a fool. The wind blowing on your face helps to relieve some of the shyness. However, you think Yeonjun saw you blushing, because he’s staring at you with a big smile before biting his lower lip.

“Alright, If I win, you get me a souvenir and if you win, you get a spare key. Deal?” You hold your hand out for him to shake.

He takes your hand and shakes it before bringing it up to his lips and leaving the faintest kiss. “It’s a deal, honey.”

The first part of the game starts with him scoring the first few points, jumping around, and making silly gestures whenever you miss the shuttlecock. It makes you roll your eyes and laugh at his antics. As much as you don’t mind giving him a spare key, the competitiveness in you wants to win so badly. Just when he had the upper hand, the universe decided to give you a comeback. You end up scoring more than him. Now it was Yeonjun who was losing, and you who was making the silly gestures after scoring a point. Yeonjun would just look at you with a pout and mumble that he’ll “get you next time”. You thought it was cute seeing him like this, and it led to you thinking about how you’ll be able to see his pout more often once he has his own keys to your place. Well, that’s if you lose the match, and you won’t let that happen.

Yeonjun, who noticed you were close to spacing out, saw this as an opportunity to hit the shuttlecock towards you. It took you a while to process it flying towards you until it landed on your shoes. You looked at him in shocked while he was cheering. “Hey, that doesn’t count, I wasn’t paying attention.”

He playfully sticks his tongue out at you. “ That’s not my fault. I get the point fair and square.”

You cross your arms and jokingly look away in annoyance, if he wants to play that game, so can you. Yeonjun giggles before walking towards you with his arms out for a hug. “Aww baby, you know I’m just playin-“.

You hit the shuttlecock towards him. Luckily for him, he sees it in time, however, he miscalculates how far it’s going. Yeonjun lunges his body towards it, but he lands on the grass just before the shuttlecock lands next to racquet. You can’t help but laugh while walking towards him. “You’re taking this game more seriously than I am.”

He chuckles before getting back up, dusting away dirt from his shirt. “For a chance to visit you whenever I can? I’m going to treat it like its life or death.” There he goes again, making you blush with his words. It’s getting difficult trying to move your face away, so he doesn’t see you  with rosy cheeks and biting back a smile. He giggles looking at your flushed expression. “It looks like you wouldn’t mind it either.” He says before kissing you. If you thought you were red before, your face must have turned scarlet now. You both pull away, faces still close to each other. His arms around your waist while your hands are on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see an old couple walking by and looking at you. They’re smiling and whispering to each other. You wonder if they saw how hard you blushed over your boyfriend. You wonder if they could see just how in love you are.

Yeonjun kisses your forehead, stopping your reeling thoughts. “You might as well forfeit and give me the keys” he says jokingly.

You playfully push him away. “This doesn’t mean I’m going to let you win. I’m still fighting for that souvenir!” You say as you go back to your spot.

Yeonjun hits the shuttlecock, and you successfully hit it back to him. It looks like neither of you were giving up, as you guys started to have a rally with it. Yeonjun hits it with his racquet at an angle, making the shuttlecock fall closer to the ground. You tried to run and hit, but it’s on the grass before you arrive to it.

This is how it’s like for the next few rounds. It almost feels like the universe went back to being on Yeonjun’s side. However, you were able to make enough points to catch up to him, and now both of you were one point away from winning. It’s your turn to hit the shuttlecock towards him. Yeonjun had his eyes on your racquet, waiting to see which angle it would come from. Once you hit it, he immediately throws it back to you. He does it high enough that it goes over your head. You quickly turn around to run for the shuttlecock. Luckily, you were able to hit it towards him.

Once he sees it, he smirks. He hits it pointing downward. You try to run towards it, but it falls to the ground immediately. This is where you realize he purposefully threw the last one high so you would have to move back, meaning he can throw the next one closer to the ground without you catching up to him. You bite your tongue, a little upset that you lost but impressed at his last shot.

Yeonjun brings his arms up and cheers, as if he just won a championship. He starts doing a victory lap around you, making you giggle at his antics. “Okay, I admit defeat.”

He walks towards you, putting his hands on your waist to pull you in for a hug. “I was still going to get you a souvenir, no matter what. This win did boost my ego, though” he says before you playfully push him away, both laughing.

Yeonjun bends down to pick up your equipment while babbling about all the things he can do now that he’s going to own a spare key. “I can wake you up with breakfast since I always wake up first, I can buy you flowers so you can add it to your vases. I saw this tiktok of a couple making a pillow fort in their living room. You don’t have enough pillows, but we can always shop for some before I leave.”

You stand beside him, listening to everything he says. Your smile grows bigger the more he continues. I think I’m in love; you voice in your head.

…Or that’s what you thought. Once you see him stand up to look at you, you realize that you didn’t just think it, you flat out said it. Before you can say anything, Yeonjun grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. He pulls away with a smile, foreheads still touching.

I think I’m in love too.

[domiforpresident]

Shuriri fair/amusement park hcs

A/N: shuriri has been on my mind heavy lately They are just too cute I'm literally crying. I hope y'all enjoy this while I work on a fic for them

They love going to the fair at night, it's more peaceful and so much more vibrant at that time in their opinion.

Shuri is terrified of roller coasters and gets motion sickness bad. But she sucks it up for Riri who is the complete opposite and loves roller coasters (Riri repays Shuri in kisses for going out of her comfort zone for her)

"Ri I think im going to throw up, you better be glad i love you "

"I am"

She pecked shuri on the cheek as she attempted to run off a bit.

"but if your gon throw up, ima move over here I don't want you to get it on my shoes"

Shuri cuts her eyes at Riri in annoyance.

Riri gets a little too serious when it comes to fair games, she swears She's only playing over and over again so she can win shuri a stuffed animal (she liyin). She will not give up unless shuri pulls her away from it, or wins the game for her.

"Ima win this one for you bae just watch"

"Yeah no, you've lost one too many times let's go"

*Shuri yanks Riri away from the game by her hand*

Shuri Loves all the sweet treats at the fair, the first time she had a candy apple she went crazy and ate one too many. Riri had to deal with the after math which was sugar rush.

"Riri I love you. did you know I love you?? ouu look at those lights the color is so pretty"

"Yes I love you too baby, and thoes lights are pretty"

Riri couldn’t help but laugh, seeing her lover sugar high was so cute.

The first time they said they loved each other was on the ferris wheel, Shuri was all neverous, but Riri finished her sentence for her.

"Riri I lov- I love-"

*Riri pulls shuri in for a kiss*

"I love you so much shuri"

"I love you too Riri"

They both chuckled.

Riri has to take a million pictures on her polaroid camera that she bought specifically to take pictures and videos of their dates together.

"Ri did you not already take a picture of us on that ride?"

"It's for memories. And you can never have too many" Riri notioned.

She also thought the faces Shuri made while holding onto her hand for dear life on the rides we're hilarious.

Shuri is ruthless when playing bumper cars, she doesn't hold back at all. She acts like there's a winner and a loser when the object is just to have fun. Riri usually hits shuri on her arm for being so rough while they were in the ring, Shuri apologizes even though she knows she's gonna do it again.

One time it was closer to Halloween and workers were dressed up trying to scare people, one of them ran up on Riri and she hit them in the nose, she felt bad afterwards and Shuri kept laughing at her while she iced Riri's knuckles.

"Riri you do know it's their job to scare people"

"Yes I do, but that nigga got too close way too fast, could've gave me a warning or something"

"That would defeat the whole poi-"

"Stop trynna be smart and ice my knuckles."

Whenever Riri is too exhausted to walk Shuri being the caring girlfriend that she is, picks Riri up and carries her on her back. There's been many times where Riri fell asleep on Shuris back unknowingly.

"Riri what ride do you want to get on next?"

*Riri completely knocked out*

"Of course she fell asleep......again"

Shuri won't admit it but she thinks it's quite cute that Riri falls asleep on her back, that's why she never bothers to wake her up unless she has to.

They got someone to draw them and the person drew Shuris head really big. Riri found it so funny Shuri on the other hand didn't.

"My head is big but it's not that damn big"

"It's just a drawing Shuri, and the whole point of these is to emphasize your features"

She laughed a little too hard while saying the last part for Shuris liking.

"In that case they should've drew you a few inches shorter" shuri smirked.

"Ok jokes over."

Whenever Riri gets something like powder sugar from a funnel cake there sharing, or just anything that's she's eating on her face, Shuri insist on wiping it off so she can sneak in a kiss while she's at it.

They love to walk around the park for hours just holding hands while talking and cracking jokes. They don't get to do that regularly with them being iron heart and the black panther. But when they can They enjoy every second of it, just basking in one another's presence.

[matchingbatbites]

Warning for mature content

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Steve seems to take his sweet fucking time working Eddie open, spreading him out on his fingers until Eddie is almost in tears from how much he needs Steve to just get inside him.

The combination of the wet heat around his dick and the constant pressure against his insides have him hurtling towards his orgasm, and Eddie pulls at Steve’s hair as he moans, high and needy.

“Fuck, Stevie, gonna fuckin’ cum if you don’t stop.”

Steve pulls off and Eddie misses his mouth instantly, misses the fingers that leave him even more, but he's quickly soothed by Steve moving up to kiss him slow and filthy.

Steve keeps them there for a moment, letting Eddie taste himself on Steve’s tongue, and once they’ve both calmed down a little, he pulls back and taps Eddie’s hip.

“Flip over for me, baby. Want you to be comfortable while I fuck you.”

Eddie lets out a little strangled noise and nods as he turns over, settling so his hips are draped over the pillow, his dick rubbing against the towel just on the sweet side of rough.

He feels Steve move between his legs before going completely still, breath hitching slightly, and Eddie goes to ask if he’s okay when a hand settles on his ass, thumb rubbing over soft skin as Steve says “Eddie? Baby? What the fuck is this?”

Eddie is confused for a moment before it hits him, embarrassment striking him like lightning as he remembers what he has tattooed on his fucking ass.

He swallows hard and replies “A tattoo, if I remember correctly.”

“Mhm. And why do you have this?”

Eddie knows he isn’t going to get out of this, knows he’ll have to tell Steve the whole story, but he drags it out a little longer, tries to put it off as best he can.

“I, uh, lost a bet?”

Steve’s thumb digs into the inked skin, leaving Eddie gasping at the pleasurepain that zips up his spine and down his left leg.

“Gonna need you to explain better than that, sweetheart.”

Eddie nods as Steve brings his free hand to Eddie’s other ass cheek, both now rubbing and groping the smooth skin.

“I lost a bet to- to Gareth, a while back. Don’t remember over what, but the loser had to get a tattoo, whatever the winner wanted. His dad had a tattoo machine, we were high when we made the bet, and, uhm, I ended up losing.”

Eddie’s train of thought veers as one thick finger dips between his crack and rubs over his hole, and he only continues when Steve gives him a firm smack on his ass along with a “Keep going, baby.”

“This was, uh, Fall of '84, during my second senior year. I had the biggest fucking crush on you, and I was so- so fucking angry about it, because you were everything I preached against. You were popular, an asshole, a jock."

Eddie pauses when a single finger pushes back inside him, just enough to tease, and he knows that Steve is playing with him, but he can't find it in him to really care. He takes a shaky breath and continues.

"It pissed me off, just how much I liked you, and Gareth knew how mad I was, how much I didn’t want to like you. When I lost the- the bet, he got to choose my tattoo, and I guess he thought it would be funny?”

There’s a hum before another hard smack lands, making Eddie jolt.

“He thought it would be funny to tattoo ‘Property of Steve Harrington’ on your ass?”