#several times a day either me or my roommate will sigh and say

[houncls]

koga ball, my dearly beloved

[piratefalls]

i emerge from my pile of blankets in the freezing midwest just long enough to drop this. there's all kinds of fun stuff this week! and, despite being housebound because of subzero temps, i'm so far behind on reading it's not even funny, so it's a little shorter than usual.

masterlist.

None of my love will go to waste by @kiwiana-writes

Alex had pulled away at the sound of the door opening, is the thing. He’d looked up at Henry with wide eyes and spit-slick, swollen lips, and Henry knows intrinsically that he will never be rid of that mental image. He’ll take it into the shower later, into bed tonight, into the rest of his natural life; if he hits his head tomorrow and winds up with some medically implausible form of amnesia, the key to unlocking his identity will be the enduring memory of a beautiful mystery man and his perfect cock-sucking mouth. Because Alex was—Christ, he was— Or, Henry has made peace with the fact that he's in love with his straight roommate. When he walks in on said "straight" roommate with a man, though, he may need to re-evaluate.

wake and shake by weather_stained

Alex wakes up to find Henry indulging in some...classical literature.

until you're sick of me by rizcriz

Henry hasn't seen his roommate in nearly two months. Alex left for Austin shortly before Thanksgiving for two weeks, and Henry left for London the day before he was set to return. They’ve had the odd facetime call, and several hundred text messages to help them tide their time apart—but that didn’t take away from the fact that Henry fucking missed him. And after three delayed flights, he’s finally standing outside their apartment door, and he’s resigned himself to the fact that it’ll still be several hours before he can finally see Alex again. He sighs and sets down his bag to dig out his keys, carefully tucks the key into the lock, and quietly opens the door, turning his back to it to pick up his carryon and grab his roller bag. As quietly as he can, he scoots backwards into the apartment, flinching as the roller bag bounces off the door frame. -- Or, surprise, it's a love confession

check-in closes at too-early p.m. by coffeecatsme

A passenger plane, even if he was in first class, wasn’t going to wait for the former FSOTUS to stop making out with his boyfriend so they can fly. Or, 5 times Alex misses his flight and 1 time he doesn't.

sometimes we break so beautiful by Anonymous

It’s his own damn fault; Alex knows this. It’s his fault for having everyone over for a small birthday party only to spend the evening whispering filthy things to Henry when no one was looking. (And when they were looking, because it’s his goddamn birthday and he can be as inappropriate with his boyfriend as he fucking wants to be.) It’s his fault for pushing Henry, for bratting off with antagonistic words like ‘what are you going to do about it—give me birthday spankings?’ and ‘do you actually think you could put me in my place? Because I’d like to see you try.’ It’s his fault for taunting Henry by suggestively licking the birthday candles, for doing anything he could possibly do to bring attention to his mouth, to his ass, to his fingers. It's his fault that he’s now on their bed, lying on top of Henry, arms stretched out in front of him on either side of Henry's head and wrists tied to the headboard.

There's Something Missing in My Heart by allmylovesatonce

When Alex goes to London to tell him he loves him, Henry sends him away. How do both of them react to being without each other and what happens when their emails are still leaked?

Waffles & Conversation by clottedcreamfudge

“I’m fine, I swear. I just need to give it a proper clean and I’ll be fine.” Ellen isn’t convinced. “Okay, but you’re letting Henry look at it later.” Alex grits his teeth for what must be the thousandth time today and tries to keep his voice level. “No, I’m not. He’s a vet, mom.” “And he’s the closest thing to a doctor we have coming tonight,” she says firmly, letting him take his hand back and raising her eyebrows at him. “It’s that or the ER, honey. Your choice.”

Keep Me Waiting (Give Me More) by bleedingballroomfloor

Alex rubs his face with his hands. “You’re telling me,” he says slowly, “that you got a guy off three times — three fucking times — without even touching his dick? I don’t even think that’s scientifically possible.” Henry’s wine-drunk grin grows a little wider. “Would you like me to prove it to you?”

Sweet, Like Sugar by everwitch

After Henry dates a series of certified assholes, Pez has had it and signs Henry up for a sugar dating app. Henry doesn’t expect much at first, but that’s before he connects with Alex; obscenely wealthy, devilishly handsome and unexpectedly sweet, Alex sweeps Henry right off his feet. But what does Alex expect in return for his extravagant generosity? And why is he so secretive about what his life looks like outside of his intimate conversations with Henry?

even sleeping you astonish me by accol

The utter irony. To be at a climate conference and have a storm descend upon the proceedings was perhaps poetic. To have the storm be intense enough to flood half the hotel and cut off transportation to the mainland was concerning. But to have it all culminate in Henry having to share a room with Alex Claremont-Diaz was as if Mother Nature herself was having a laugh.

9 to 5 by smc_27

Henry is Alex’s favourite colleague. By a fucking country mile, to be honest. He’s intensely competent, has an insane memory for process and policy, and is kind to everyone. Also? He’s fucking pretty, and Alex might be new to bisexuality, but he’s not that new. He knows what he likes, and what he likes are men with pretty eyes and kind smiles and nice cheekbones and English accents. Other men, too, but like. Be serious. Henry’s top of the list. Unfortunately, Henry lives in London. Alex lives in New York City. They work closely together and meet once a week, if not more, and Slack one another almost every day. Alex is on the legal team, and Henry is in business operations, and the second Alex met Henry for the first time, he knew he was truly fucked.

before the first light by stutteringpeach

“I don’t feel anyone. And I’m not going to feel anyone. Because I don’t have a soulmate.” Alex looks confused. “What? Everyone has a—“ “I don’t have a soulmate,” Henry tells him with a sigh, “because I don’t have a soul.”

Song In My Head by MayQueen517

Henry is an explorer and finds himself in a different situation entirely. === He’s restrained. By vines. His wrists and his ankles are encased in the surprisingly soft vines and around him is the scent of blooming honeysuckle that had charmed him so the night before. Henry groans, tilting his head back and he’s aware, briefly, of the vines gently supporting his head, as if they’re concerned over his comfort.

learning to love (without it having to hurt) by viciouslyqueer

Alex nods. “I get that.” He pauses. “You know you can talk to me if you need to, right? If things aren’t great.” Henry’s face softens, his shoulders relaxing a bit. “I know,” he murmurs. “Thanks.” He turns back to the television, and Alex forces himself to do the same. He tears his gaze away from Henry’s profile and focuses on their Star Wars marathon again, refusing to acknowledge how cuddly Henry looks in soft pajamas and fuzzy, mismatched socks. Alex’s heart leaps in his chest anyway. He knew having a crush on his roommate would be confusing, frustrating, and borderline heartbreaking. None of that stopped him.

address me properly by headabovethewater

25. Royalty kink

Pitching a Tent by cmere

Henry looks Alex up and down appraisingly. Alex feels heat rising in his neck and wills it to stop, burning with curiosity about what Henry’s going to ask. He finally says in a low voice, “Are you a serial killer?” Alex smirks. “Even if I was a serial killer, wouldn’t I just say no to get you alone?” “Dammit, you’re right,” Henry says, grinning. “I guess I’ll have to take my chances then.” “Live dangerously, sweetheart.” - or - “our mutual friend dropped out of this trip at the last minute, so hi i guess we’re spending the weekend together” AU!

take my hand if you can take me as i am by anincompletelist

It would hurt less, Alex guesses, if he wasn’t head over heels for the guy he’s supposed to be fucking through an ancient one-sided sex curse with that was partially — a lot, actually — his own fault. But. It’s not like there’s a fucking handbook. Alex has looked. 

'till the gravity's too much by IndestructibleHeart

He’s been pacing the length of the house for the better part of an hour now, restless after 48 hours of involuntary confinement. The blizzard outside is unrelenting, to the point that city officials have recommended staying indoors until conditions clear. It’s actually a “suggestion” that Alex might’ve tested if a) Henry weren’t taking the ‘sTaTe oF eMeRgEnCy’ so seriously and b) if not for the fact that their door has literally been frozen shut. “Baby,” Alex says, deliberate and slow, because he knows it’ll earn him the long-suffering, utterly helpless expression it always does. “I’m crawling out of my skin here. Can you just… distract me?”

a quick study by @whimsymanaged

Alex is new to bisexuality, and he turns to a friend for some guidance.

where every wish comes true by HypnosTheory

“Locked out?” “I forgot my keys,” Alex says with a sigh, leaning against his door with a muted shiver. He was planning on a heated Uber ride to June’s apartment, not standing out in the cold ass hallway. Alex hugs his coat closer to his chest. “My friend has my spare.” Henry nods, leaning against his own door frame. Alex isn’t sure what the man does outside of going to grad school at NYU, but it must be bench-pressing horses based on the size of his biceps. Henry reaches up to push his glasses higher on his nose and Alex swears he wasn’t that bisexual when the day started. “Would you like to wait in my apartment for your friend?” -- Alex gets locked out his apartment on Christmas Eve. He's forced to take refuge in his neighbor and occasional fuck buddy Henry's apartment, and together the two get into the Christmas spirit with the help of a festive costume and a silk ribbon.

Anything You Want by somuchworse

Alex rubs his thumb against the stubble on his chin, a soothing balm to the fire melting it’s way through Henry’s bloodstream. “You can tell me, baby. Whatever it is, I won’t care. I won’t judge you. Nothing. I’ll just listen.” And that helps. Henry opens his eyes, and his blood cools just enough to let him speak as he peers up at Alex through his eyelashes. “I’ve never had an orgasm. I’ve tried on my own, and with other people, and I always get close… But then it disappears. So, yeah. Never had one.”

I did one thing right (starry eyes sparking up my darkest night) by theprinceandagcd

"Sighing happily, Alex focuses on the feeling of Henry’s arm around his back. The tips of Henry’s fingers are brushing featherlight up and down his spine, and Alex can feel goosebumps rising on the flesh in their wake. It’s so fucking tranquil that Alex is pretty sure he could die right now and be perfectly content with his life, except – 'We should get married.' 'Pardon?' Oh. Fuck. He said that out loud."

like strawberries on a summer evening by Anonymous

He saw something wiggle in the blanket pile, and then Alex’s face appeared under a mop of messy curls, frown stuck firmly onto his face. “Ugh,” he said, from his spot on the bed. - Alex is having a rough time, and Henry is concerned, like any good boyfriend would be.

even though we know it isn't true by matherine

For so long, academics had been the one thing Alex could count on when everything else in his life was falling apart, the one thing he had always been good at. It didn’t matter that his parents were getting divorced as long as he could figure out how to factor an equation, didn’t matter that June was moving out to go to UT-Austin as long as he could analyze Jane Eyre, didn’t matter that his mother was on the campaign trail more often than he ever saw her as long as he could balance lacrosse with his position as valedictorian. But now, every time a paper comes across his desk marked to within an inch of its life, bleeding a C – or even worse, a D scrawled in bright red ink, his chest grows a little tighter, his breathing a little quicker. Thankfully, he’d not yet managed to fuck up spectacularly enough to get himself a real, honest to God F. He’s not sure he’d survive it. He’s already not sure how well he’s surviving. Alternatively: Alex is failing a class. Henry learns how to help him cope.

Twice the speed (of you and me) by @myheartalivewrites

“Hey. So, you know Pez?” Alex asks bluntly. No easy way into this, he’s decided. Henry looks up from his phone, frowning. “My best mate?” “Yeah, that one.” ——— Alex has an idea.

Don't Quit It by inexplicablymine

“And goddamn last but not least on my Hit It and Don’t Quit It list would be the Saracens rugby player Henry Fox. That man has great depths, and he could so easily plumb my depths, if you know what I’m saying. An all-around fantastic player, but also someone who is ridiculously smart off the field. And we all know by now that everyone on this list features my mile-wide competency kink. Henry, if you are seeing this, we could play around with some balls that aren’t just in play.” Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck. Alex has just accidentally outed himself to 6.7 million people. And according to the comments section, they seem to be all too aware. Or... Announcing your crush via viral TikTok... that's one way to get his attention ;)

Hall of Fame by politics_and_prose

“It is an unbelievable honor to be inducted into the New York Mets Hall of Fame. If I could tell the eight year old boy sitting in the stands at Shea that we would end up here, I don’t think I would. This journey has been … it’s been everything to me. Thank you, New York, for loving me as much as I love you. Thank you.”

Sip You Like Cosmic Juice by @sparklepocalypse

“There’s this… charity rugby match in Windsor next month that my mate, Percy’s foundation organizes. I, um… I was wondering if you might want to… be my guest.” Here’s the thing – Alex knows that Henry is athletic and strong. He’d felt and, to some extent, seen evidence of this in the way Henry’s hands had gripped at his waist and back in the Red Room, the ease with which Henry had manhandled him onto the sofa in his bedroom, and in how solid Henry had felt beneath him as they’d tumbled into the supply closet at London Children’s Hospital. And Henry’s a royal – being sporty seems to be a baseline job requirement for modern royals. So yeah, Alex knows Henry’s got some muscle, and as he walks toward the stands that line either side of the rugby pitch in Windsor, Alex thinks he’s prepared. He finds a seat in the stands among spectators wearing the colors of Henry’s team – red, white, and blue – then scans the pitch for a familiar head of blond hair. It’s probably for the best that he’d sat down first, because when his gaze alights on Henry out on the field, Alex promptly swallows his tongue. (Movieverse; what if everything's the same, except the charity sporting event is rugby?)

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[kpop-stories-21]

A Boyfriend For Christmas

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Han x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, College AU, Romance AU, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Barista!Han, Student!Reader, strong language, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), manhandling, oral sex(f receiving), edging, slight degradation, slight dumbification, intense orgasm, aftercare, after-sex cuddles

Summary: Telling your parents you had a boyfriend always kept them off your back about settling down. Now that they're coming up for Christmas your lie is about to be exposed. Luckily, Fate takes pity on you and has you running into a cute barista who captures your heart.

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“Yes, Mom, I'm doing fine.” You sighed into the phone, rolling your eyes at her ill-founded concern.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me young lady.” Your mother scolded. “I’m just looking out for your wellbeing.”

“I know Mom, I know.” You admitted grudgingly. “Anyway, before you ask, my studies are going fine as well.”

“Good! Just remember, if at any point you want to change your major, you can go to your father’s friend Mr. Kim.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” You said, knowing full well that you never would.

Just then your roommate Karina poked her head in and eyed you expectantly. You nodded in acknowledgement and began to end the call with your mother.

“I gotta go now Mom.”

“Okay sweetie. I’ll call back soon, I want to hear more about this new boyfriend of yours!”

Once you hung up, Karina stepped into your room.

“Still stalling her with the new boyfriend bit?” She inquired.

You nodded. “They haven’t questioned it so far.”

“Are they still planning to come up for Christmas?”

“Yeah, unfortunately.”

“So you have until then to find a guy?”

You frowned. “It’s either that or admit I’ve been lying, and that will not go over well.”

“Well, I wish you luck.” She said warmly. “I’m getting ready to head back home, you sure you’ll be alright staying here by yourself?”

“I’ll be fine Rina.” You say with a grin. “I can take care of myself.”

“Of that, I have no doubt.” Karina teased.

You laughed and chucked a pillow at her. “You better get going before your mom assumes you missing and calls the army.”

“Okay, Y/N! See you next year!”

After Karina left you fell into the same routine you always did, spending most of the day in the dorm room except for the few times you went outside to get coffee or takeout. A few weeks passed, and then came the dreaded call from your mother, announcing that she and your father would be coming up soon to spend Christmas with you.

Panic began to set in, and as you walked to the corner coffee shop one morning you wondered if you should maybe download Tinder or some other dating app. You were so lost in thought you failed to see the figure right in front of you until it was too late and you found yourself tumbling to the concrete, limbs tangled with those of whoever you had crashed into.

Looking up, you found yourself inches away from the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen. Eyes wide, the two of you just stared at each other for several moments until he finally snapped out of his daze and stood, brushing himself off before offering his hand. You took it and he gently pulled you to your feet.

“I am so, so sorry “ He began, remorse clear on his face. “I have a terrible habit of not watching where I'm going.”

You smiled comfortingly. “No, no, the fault is mine. My mind was elsewhere and I didn't even see you until we collided. It's me who should be apologising.”

He chuckled lightly. “Alright then. I happen to work at a coffee shop nearby, can I at least buy you a coffee or something to make it up to you?”

You needed no hesitation to answer his question. “You had me at coffee! I was heading to my favourite coffee shop anyway.”

“Perfect!” He exclaimed, smiling so widely his eyes disappeared.

“My name's Han Jisung, by the way. Most people just call me Han because they know at least one other Jisung.”

You grinned. “I'm Park Y/N and I happen to fall into that category as well! Nice to meet you, Han.”

As you walked you fell into a comfortable conversation with Han. He was easy to talk to, listening intently while also inserting little jokes and puns at the most opportune moments. Before you knew it the two of you were standing in front of the very coffee shop you’d been heading to before you ran into Han.

You were surprised, sure that you would have remembered seeing him there before. “You work here?!” You exclaimed. “I come here all the time, how come I’ve never seen you before?”

Han grinned. “I’ve only been here about a week, I’m kinda new in town.”

You nodded understandingly. “Ah, that would explain it.”

Han opened the door for you, making you blush a bit as you walked in. You’d been here enough times that you knew all the staff by name and considered them friends, so you received several greetings as Han stepped in behind you.

“Hey Han, you’re a bit early today.” Felix called out, blond hair in its usual ponytail.

“Yeah, me and Y/N here had a bit of a collision so I said I’d buy her a coffee to make up for it.”

Minho smirked mischievously. “Well I’m surprised she didn’t kiss you for that, Y/N-ah really loves her coffee.”

You glared at the brunette playfully. “Ha, ha. Very funny, Min.”

“I thought it was quite funny.” Black-haired Hyunjin quipped as he walked by.

You stuck your tongue out at him and he returned the gesture, stopping only when Jeongin started to complain about how grossed-out he was.

After ordering your coffee you sat down in a corner booth, watching fondly as they all teased poor Han about being perfect “boyfriend material” for you. Once they’d left him alone he came to join you, conversation picking right back up like nothing had ever happened.

Students and other people came in and out, oblivious as you talked with Han until his shift started. By the time you decided you should leave, the sun was already starting to set. You gaped at the time on your phone, shocked that you’d been out all day. Gathering your things you bid farewell to Han and your friends, and hurried back to your dorm.

Once back inside, you pondered your encounter with Han. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him extremely good-looking, and you were secretly hoping he’d feel the same. You’d never really believed in love at first sight, but there was no denying the instant attraction you felt when you made eye contact with him. It was worth pursuing at least, especially with your parents’ visit looming ever closer.

By the end of the following week you had exchanged numbers with Han, and hope was growing within you that maybe he felt something for you too. Having a boyfriend in time for your parents’ arrival was the last thought on your mind now, 90% of your brain was taken up with Han and how you felt about him.

One day you woke up feeling rather bold, and decided to just get it over with. Shooting him a quick text revealed he was free, and so you asked him to meet you at the wishing fountain near the coffee shop. He arrived there mere seconds after you did, curiosity written all over his face.

“Hey Y/N! Your text seemed kind of urgent, is everything okay?”

You nodded briefly. “Yeah, mostly. However, there is something I wanted to ask you.”

“Oh? Ask away then.”

Taking a deep breath, you blurted it out before you lost your nerve. “I really like you and I was wondering if it was at all possible that you like me too.”

Something akin to relief flashed across Han’s features, then he took your hands in his and held them tight. “I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you this very same question, but it seems you’ve beaten me to it.” Looking you right in the eyes he added, “Yes, I like you Y/N; so, so much. From the very moment we ran into each other you have been almost the only thing I’ve thought about.”

You blushed, feeling suddenly like a teenager speaking with her crush. “I’ve been the same way.” You admitted, which made Han smile brightly.

Leaning forward a little you caught his eyes and asked softly, “Can you kiss me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He remarked cheekily.

You smacked his arm playfully and he chuckled, pulling you close and covered your lips with his own. Fireworks exploded behind your closed eyes as your heart rate picked up, and you gripped his shoulders in an effort to ground yourself.

You parted after a moment, both of you breathing a little harder.

“That was…breathtaking.” Han murmured, hands coming up to gently cup your face.

“You took the words right out of my mouth.” You replied with a smile.

After that the rest of the week became a bit of a blur, most of your time spent either with Han or packing for the trip to the family cabin where you’d spend Christmas with your parents. You’d expected Han to go back and spend the holidays with his own family, but he insisted they wouldn’t mind if he went with you this time. So you soon found yourself driving those all-too-familiar roads while Han sat in the passenger seat and kept you company.

Upon arriving at the family cabin, you were surprised to find that your parents weren’t already there. Usually they would get there early to make sure the place was nice and cosy by the time you arrived, but this time they were nowhere in sight. Once you and Han carried all the luggage in you checked the answering machine to see if your parents had left a message. They had, and you played it immediately.

“Y/N sweetie, it’s your mother. We had a bit of an accident on the way here so we’re laid over for a few days until we can get the car repaired. Don’t worry about us, we’re both fine. You just have fun with your boyfriend and we’ll see you in a couple days!”

You turned off the machine and looked at Han. “Well, looks like we have the place to ourselves for a few days. What should we do?”

Han thought for a few minutes, then said “I have a few ideas, but they’ll all have to wait until the morning.”

You glanced at the time. “It is pretty late, I’ll fix us something for dinner and we can start our adventure in the morning.”

Han agreed to this and you set about fixing a quick meal of bibimbap, which he declared was the best he’d ever had. The two of you washed the dishes together, then retired to your room, where you unpacked and got ready for bed.

When you woke up in the morning it was freezing. Confused and more than a little concerned, you woke Han and together you made your way to the living room to look out the big picture window. To your utter chagrin, you saw that there’d been a massive snowstorm overnight and there was a thick layer of the stuff that reached halfway up said window.

“Seems we’re snowed in for the foreseeable future.” You grumbled, rubbing your arms vigorously to keep them warm.

“Hey, it’s not all bad.” Han stated as he came up behind you, engulfing you in his warmth as he wrapped his arms around you. “I can think of a few things we can still do.”

You looked up at him, curious. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like…make breakfast together.”

You giggled and let him pull you towards the kitchen. “That sounds like a good place to start.”

Han, as it turned out, should not be allowed anywhere near a kitchen; a fact you only discovered after he put too much molasses in the cookies, dropped the jar trying to put some back, slipped on the sticky floor and pulled you down with him as the bowl of dry ingredients was dumped all over the both of you.

Sitting on the floor covered in multiple white powders with several sticky patches all over, you turned to a sheepish Han and gave him a playful glare. “You are banished forthwith from the kitchen, under pain of death.”

Han rubbed his neck, embarrassed. Then a look full of mischief came onto his face and he yanked his shirt off in one smooth motion, reaching over to do the same with yours. Before you could react or even open your mouth to complain, he had snatched you up and tossed you over his shoulder, all but running to your shared bedroom. You were dumped unceremoniously onto the slightly cool duvet, goosebumps popping up all over your skin at the contrast in temperature.

Looking up revealed Han hovering over you, eyes dark as he gazed down at you. A shock of arousal raced to your core, and you returned his gaze with rapidly growing want while quickly shucking off your sweatpants.

“You look so pretty laid out like this, baby.” He rasped, running his hands over the blue lace of your bra and panties.

“Wore them just for you.” You breathed, feeling your body heat up even more as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of your panties. “They’re an early C-Christmas present.”

“How thoughtful of you, baby. Now you just lay back and let me unwrap my present.”

The panties came off in one swift yank; then he hooked your legs over his shoulders and slid his tongue into your wet folds, eating you out like a man starved.

“Oh G-God, feels s-so good Han, please don't stop!”

His nose pressed against your clit as he continued his ministrations, bringing you to the edge three or four times but never letting you cum.

You were an overstimulated mess by this point, pitifully begging for your orgasm as if your life depended on it.

“Look at you baby, already going dumb and I haven't even fucked you yet. If you hold it till I finish, then I'll let you cum. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, I can do it, I promise. Just please, please fuck me!” You babbled, mind blank aside from the overwhelming need for release.

“As you wish, my love.” He replied, making short work of his own pants and underwear before hovering over you once more, filling you to the hilt in one quick thrust that punched a sob of pure pleasure from your lungs, fingers wrapping the duvet in a death grip as you fought to hold back your orgasm.

Han set a rough pace, pounding into you with an urgency that belied his own imminent high. The sounds of squelching and slapping skin filled the room, the air permeated with the smell of sex and sweat. It made for a heady mixture of sensations that had your eyes rolling back as his thrusts grew faster, until finally he slammed into you one final time. Lips brushed your ear as he spoke the words you'd been waiting for: “Come for me baby.”

You let go, the world washing white as your limbs went stiff and liquid bliss flooded your veins, a hoarse scream ripping from your throat as your climax crashed over you. After a few moments that felt like forever, you began to come down, the white quickly replaced with black as you fully passed out.

You came to and found Han cleaning both of you as well as the duvet, a relieved smile appearing when he saw that you were awake. “Hey baby.” He murmured, kissing your forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Like I've been fucked into next year.” You whispered, voice almost completely gone. Han chuckled and pulled you under the duvet with him, wrapping around you to help keep you warm.

“Merry Christmas, my sweet Y/N.” He breathed, caressing your cheek.

“Merry Christmas to you too, my handsome Hannie.”

[p-r-art]

My new roommate

Starring: Gojo x reader Warnungen: none From: Oneshot

Request are open. Ask for Oneshots, Fanfictions or other things.

------------------------------------------------------ My new roommate

It was the beginning of June when I decided that I needed a roommate to be able to pay the high rent. i didn't want to move because I've been living in this apartment for so long and it's so nice and big. So I asked my friends to ask anyone they knew who was looking for an apartment. Nobara then told me that her teacher Gojo Satoru is looking for an apartment even if he has enough money to afford one himself. Nobara just said that he didn't like being alone. Of course I agreed. She had also shown me a photo. And what should I do when someone looks that good. I haven't had a man by my side for a long time.

-maybe something will come of it-

I think mischievously.

He was supposed to come today, but he hasn't shown up yet and it's already 12 o'clock. I sigh and make myself comfortable on the sofa. I've tied my long (h/c) hair into a plait. As it's my day off, I decide to put on a pair of sports shorts and a tank top.He was supposed to come today, but he hasn't shown up yet and it's already 12 o'clock. I sigh and make myself comfortable on the sofa. I've tied my long (h/c) hair into a plait. As it's my day off, I've decided to put on a pair of sports shorts and a tank top.

The doorbell rings. I immediately get up and see a tall white-haired man with sunglasses. I can't see his eyes through them.

“I'm Gojo Satoru, your new roommate.”

His voice is deep. A smile forms on his lips. I step to the side and let him in

“Hi, I'm (Y/n).”

Gojo enters and walks straight through to the living room. He only has two suitcases with him, which surprises me a little.

“The rest of my stuff will be here in a few days.”

“Okay. Make yourself comfortable or look around. I'll make something to drink.”

-A while later-

“Wait, what did you do to Yuji? Poor guy.”

I laughed at his stories. I sat on the floor while Gojo sat on the couch.

“He ate Sukuna's finger, after all. So he should learn and practice it.”

Gojo said.

“But just like that?”

I say with a laugh. The white-haired one just shrugged his shoulders.

- It's definitely going to be an exciting time with Gojo Saturu as my roommate-

-Time Skip-

Several months have passed since I started living with the handsome white-haired man called Satoru Gojo. It's been a real up and down. We tease each other a lot, whether it's pranks or flirting. He almost makes me feel in love with him. But I don't want to give up my friendship with him or make life as a flatmate unpleasant. I'm making myself a cup of tea when the front door opens.

“I'm home again.”

“Welcome back.”

I say with a smile, but concentrate on my tea. A white mop of hair itches around the corner of the kitchen.

“ Well (Y/N)-chan how have you been without my amazing presence?”

“Terrible as always.”

I dramatically hold a hand to my forehead and looked towards him with a playfully pained face. But I couldn't hold it for long. We both started laughing out loud.

“I really missed you, how was it in Hokkaido?”

I grab my cup of tea with my hands, blow a little and drink it carefully. Satoru comes up to me & encircles me with his figure. He puts his arms on either side of me. I can't move to the left or right. Satoru comes close to my face. He is still wearing his scarf over his eyes. I carefully reach for it with my right hand and pull it off. Bright blue eyes look straight into my soul. A grin forms on Gogo's lips.

“Mhm~ Little kitty, me too.”

His voice is like a purr? It sounded so seductive.

“Stop playing with me Satoru.”

I say with a laugh, ignoring the feelings he triggers in me.

“But I'm not playing. I'm serious.”

His smile disappears in his face turns into a serious expression. Gojo comes so close to my face that I can feel his breath.

“(Y/N) you're smart, but you're stupid when it comes to feelings.”

I put my head to sleep. His statement confuses me. Deep laughter permeates the air.

“Then let me put it this way little kitten. You belong to me: mine. Because your heart belongs to me and mine belongs to you.”

I was just trying to process the sentence when two lips interrupt my thoughts. My eyes widen at the surprise of Gojo Satoru kissing me. I close my eyes. My body reacts as if of its own accord and I surrender to the kiss. Gojo breaks away from me again.

“Mhmm I knew you felt the same way.”

A smirk creeps onto his lips.

“What?”

“My ability, little one.”

He winks, walks out of the kitchen & puts the black blindfold back on his eyes.

“See you the day after tomorrow kitten. Get ready for long nights.”

All I can hear is the door closing. Not sure how to react and still with the cup in my hand, I realize what just happened.

“GOJO!”

I shout, knowing that he can still hear me.

[lokilover2341]

High Nights And Sober Daze

Roommate!Sukuna x AFAB Nonbinary!Reader

Another long ass day at work  *sigh*. Making their way through the front door of their shared apartment, Y/N slipped their shoes off and locked the door, leaning against it wearily.

“Bad day at work” Sukuna, one of their several roommates, called from the sofa. They ignored him trudging their way to their bedroom. Sukuna peeps in, having followed you. “ Hey, I rolled up a blunt if you want to shower real quick and join me.” “Yeah actually, that sounds good,” they reply, exhaustion heavy in their voice. Quickly pulling their butterfly locs up so they didn’t get too wet, Y/N hopped in the shower opting for a quick wash down rather than their usual full spa-esque routine. 

  Heading out to the patio where Sukuna was waiting, Y/N realized that two of their other roommates, Luis (their ex) and Octavia (his newest girlfriend) (this is what happens when you end up stuck in a multi year lease with someone who decided to cheat not once but twice) were also home. Offering a quick wave out of politeness, they attempted to escape what is usually a very awkward conversation. Not to say Y/N and Luis weren’t capable of being civil to each other, the problem that arises is that Octavia seems to think they are competing over everything. “Oh hey Y/N, guess what Luis got me today for no reason” Octavia chirped with a sly smirk, pushing out her hand to show you a beautiful crystal opal ring set. “Actually you…” Luis tried to interject. “It must really suck not having someone who’ll just buy you presents, huh?” she spoke over him. “ Actually I’m not big on receiving gifts as I am giving them, but thank you for your concern I guess” Y/N replied smoothly sliding out to the patio before Octavia had an opportunity to reply. 

  Sukuna let out a chuckle as they closed the sliding glass door, “Lemme guess she showed you that dumbass ring set she practically had to beg Luis to buy.” “Yeah.” “It's not like it's anything special, the chances of any part of that being real is low given how much of a cheapskate Luis is” Sukuna laughed as he lit the blunt in his hand. “There’s no need to say such rude things about Luis, it’s not like I care either way.” Y/N motioned for Sukuna to pass the blunt over tired of being sober most of the day and wanting to relax. “I’ll stop being rude when that idiot actually grows a fucking spine instead of letting that bitch walk all over him.” “I’ll take things that’ll never happen for 200, Alex” Y/N joked. " Did you maybe want to cuddle and watch a movie?" Sukuna asked hopefully. "Well I don't work tomorrow so I can stay up pretty late but you do know you don't have to ask to cuddle, we share a bed we already cuddle.” Y/N arched an eyebrow at him. “ Aww c'mon you’re no fun. Besides you know what I mean, I just want to be buried in your chest.” “Sure but no getting handsy like last time.” Y/N conceded. "Scouts honor, babe." he said lying through his teeth.

As the pair walked back in heading to their shared space, they were quickly interrupted before they walked through the living room. "Hey Sukuna, did you maybe want to hangout when Luis leaves for work tonight." Of course she'd try some shit like this. Y/N continued to walk to the room not sparing a second glance at Octavia. "I have far better things to do than sit here with you, while you drool over me like you don't have a boyfriend." Sukuna's face honestly looked as though he stepped in dog shit, though as far as Y/N was concerned he did when it came to Octavia. Y/N sat down waiting for Sukuna to join them, deciding to scroll on Hulu looking for something interesting. While preoccupied with their search, they didn't notice Sukuna launching himself on to the bed, knocking all of the air out of them. "OH MY GOD SUKUNA IF YOU DON"T GET YOUR HEAVY ASS OFF OF ME!" Barking out a laugh he (albeit reluctantly) rolled off of Y/N. “So find anything to watch or are we going to stare at the Hulu search menu all night?” “Hmmm I was thinking..” “If you say Blood-C again I'm biting you.” Sukuna looks over to see Y/N trying to muster up the best puppy dog eyes they can manage. Sukuna sighed rolling his eyes at them. “Would it kill you to watch anything else?” Y/N giggled at his question. “Why don’t you choose then? You know I suck at finding new shows.” “How about a horror movie?” After he picks a movie for the two to watch, Y/N let's him cuddle up against their chest with him softly humming in content.

[bidoofenergy]

try to be patient (learning how to live)

It’s Saturday afternoon and there’s no class on Monday and Jimmy is about two miles away from HCU, about to have a very good 3-day weekend. A great weekend even, if his friends and Tango's too would stop assuming they're going to have sex all weekend. They haven't even talked about sex. Not that that's going to cause problems, of course not. sequel to let's ditch the dance floor also on AO3 (3611 words)

Jimmy has his phone to his ear and it’s been ringing for several minutes by the time the door opens. “Finally,” he sighs in relief. “Hey babe,” he says to the person opening the door: Impulse, not his boyfriend, who he’d been expecting.

Without missing a beat, Impulse, who is actually Tango’s roommate, grins widely and replies, “Hi snookums!” Behind him, Skizz, another one of Tango’s roommates pops up to investigate.

In his ear, Jimmy finally hears the sound of his call connecting. “Hi honey,” Tango says in a rush. In the background of the call and also in person, from behind Impulse and Skizz, is the sound of something crashing.

It’s all entirely too much. “Save me,” Jimmy groans and hangs up.

It’s Saturday afternoon and there’s no class on Monday and Jimmy is about two miles away from HCU, about to have a very good 3-day weekend. On Friday, after Joel got of work, he and Jimmy drove the few hours back home, grabbing lunch at the same middle-of-nowhere Mexican place that they always stop at, the one that’s a 20-minute detour, that they first stopped at way back when Jimmy was still nervous about driving on highways.

And then, because it was the start of a 3-day weekend and because Grian had set up a group chat at the start of the semester to demand it, they went to Pearl’s parents’ house to eat pizza and get drunk and celebrate being in the same space again. It was like a high school reunion but better, because it was only people he cared about—Grian and Pearl and Martyn and BigB and Netty—and Joel got to be there too because he was annoying about it.

And then, some time before noon, Jimmy woke up with a wicked headache, chugged a bottle of Gatorade, and drove a couple hours here, stopping only for McDonald’s once he stopped feeling nauseous. Drove here, because Tango had invited him over for the long weekend, promising a quiet place to catch up on homework and Tango’s bed to sleep in and an empty apartment until Monday evening, when he’d have to be back on the road anyway.

Jimmy had hoped Tango’s roommates would’ve already left, but clearly not. “Hi Impulse, hi Skizz,” he greets them, trying very hard not to be embarrassed.

“Aw, I’m not babe anymore?” Impulse laughs, stepping aside to let Jimmy in. Jimmy tries not to hit either of them with his duffel bag—but not very hard.

“So, you’re here for the weekend?” Skizz asks as Jimmy stops awkwardly by their dining table, not sure which room is Tango’s.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, Tango told me you’d be gone for the weekend.” From the farthest room is the sound of more things falling.

“Trying to get our boy on his own, huh?” Impulse nods seriously. Before Jimmy has to reply, Tango tumbles out of his room. He’s wearing boxers and a ratty HCU engineering t-shirt and only one sock. His bleached blond hair is sticking up at ridiculous angles. His whole face lights up when he sees Jimmy.

“Jimmy!” He yells and that’s all the warning Jimmy gets before he has an armful of Tango, short and warm and delighted. He hugs Jimmy so hard they go stumbling backwards into the dining table and then pulls back to grab Jimmy’s face and kiss him, soft despite his excitement, like Jimmy’s mouth is something delicate. Skizz and Impulse boo and gag good-naturedly. Jimmy can’t help but sink into Tango.

Tango pulls away and grins up at him. “Sorry, I started soldering and then I lost track of time and when you called me my phone was under my clean clothes and—stop laughing at me!” Jimmy can’t help it—Tango is so ridiculous and he’s so fond of him. His phone was under a pile of clean clothes because he swears it motivates him to put them away. Judging by his outfit, he probably started whatever project he’s working on right after he woke up and didn’t stop until his phone was ringing from underneath his underwear.

Jimmy tightens his grip around Tango’s waist, pulling him back in so they’re standing flush against each other and Jimmy can tuck his chin over the top of Tango’s head. He closes his eyes and squeezes, delighting in their closeness, the physical contact he gets to have for three days. He stands in the feeling for a moment and Tango hugs him back.

When he opens his eyes, it’s to Impulse and Skizz still jeering them and he can finally see what he missed earlier: their weekend bags, one on top of the other, right by the couch. They were probably leaving when Jimmy rang the doorbell.

Tango, apparently tired of noise, twists out of Jimmy’s arms and starts pushing Impulse and Skizz. “Alright, thank you to the peanut gallery.” He says, shoving their bags at them. “Get out, goodbye, drive safe,” Impulse and Skizz laugh.

“Bye Jimmy!” Impulse calls as he leaves and Jimmy waves.

“Say hi to your parents for me.” Tango tells them both sternly, even as he’s herding them out of their own apartment.

“Don’t have sex on our couch!” Skizz yells as he heads down the stairs.

“No promises!” Tango calls back and slams the door closed. “Okay.” He turns back to Jimmy, who flushes a little under the attention. “What do you want to do first?”

It doesn’t matter what Jimmy wants to do first, because first he has to force Tango to take a shower. He drops his bag on the floor of Tango’s room and pokes around while Tango showers and sings along to happy indie pop music.

Tango’s room has fairly barebone furnishings—a full-sized bed in one corner, a desk in another. A set of flimsy plastic drawers serves as his bed side table, covered in scraps of paper and keys and pens and a single Bluetooth earbud. His walls are well decorated, posters of bands and videogames and flyers of events he’s been to and printouts of circuit boards and wiring diagrams that seem to have started above his desk and slowly taken over the walls from there.

Except, right at eye level if you sit in Tango’s plush desk chair, taped over several overlapping layers of diagrams, is a picture Joel took from inside Grian’s apartment the night they got together: the two of them kissing on Grian’s balcony, Jimmy’s stupid cowboy hat firmly on his head, Tango on his toes to reach him. Jimmy is filled with a sudden burst of affection. He takes a quick picture before spins away to flop onto Tango’s bed. His dramatics sends clothes sliding off the end of the bed to join the pile on the floor. Jimmy ignores them to pull up his group chat with Grian and Joel.

Jimmy: GUYSSS

Jimmy: [image]

Jimmy: he’s so cute omg

Joel: congrats (face vomiting)

Grian: disgusting

Grian: guess you got there fine?

Jimmy winces a little at the dig—he was supposed to tell Grian when he got to Tango’s place.

Jimmy: yeah drive was fine didn’t even throw up [thumbs up emoji]

Joel: not me i threw up in pearl’s parents’ neighbor’s bushes

Jimmy: ewwwww

Grian: ew.

Grian: remember to stay hydrated during your sexathon!!

Jimmy: please never say the word sexathon again

Jimmy tosses his phone somewhere on Tango’s bed and covers his face with his hands. The worst part, the part that makes all the jokes so embarrassing, is they haven’t even talked about sex yet.

To be fair, they haven’t been together an enormous amount of time, not even six months yet. Of course, in College Time that was basically a year, but Jimmy didn’t think the sex-timeline moved at College Time.  They’re basically long distance, constantly carving out weekends to see each other. Winter break was brilliant, when Jimmy squeezed out the chance to stay at Grian’s and be there for his New Year’s party and they kissed at midnight and Jimmy felt like he could see years together.

Then Grian cornered him and asked, with an eyebrow waggle, if Jimmy had any details to overshare and all Jimmy had was a heated make out session they’d had at a different one of Grian’s parties, something drunk and sloppy and giggly. (“Yeah, I saw that Tim.” Grian had said and then, seeing the nervous energy building in Jimmy, asking, “Was he good at least?”)

And it had lingered in the back of Jimmy’s mind since—did he want to have sex? Did Tango want to have sex? Was Tango as worried as him about it? Why was he even so stressed about it?

Jimmy has had sex before; good, fun sex with Scott when they were together and fWhip when they’d had that weird on-and-off RP-bleed thing. But Tango didn’t even talk about sex, even when they talked about queer-awakenings, even when their friends talked about sex, even when he’d laughed as Jimmy waxed lyrical about Captain America over the phone for almost 20 minutes straight.

They don’t talk about sex, but Jimmy’s been thinking about it, especially because the last several weeks Grian and Joel had assumed he and Tango were going to have sex all weekend and had been teasing him accordingly. Jimmy drops his hands off his face and stares up at the textured ceiling. He’d love to stop thinking so much about having sex with Tango.

Of course, that is when Tango emerges from his bathroom, toweling off his hair and already midsentence about a specific shade of blue he’s been meaning to dye his hear and the careful dye-chemistry it’s sure to require. Jimmy props himself up on an elbow to just watch him, not even bothering to try and hide his smile. Tango’s wearing another HCU engineering shirt, thankfully less ratty, and cargo pants and Jimmy’s practically despondent over how he thinks Tango looks good, ridiculously good.

Scott’s going to be so disappointed in my standards now. Jimmy has time to think, half-hysterically, before Tango crosses the room and practically launches himself into Jimmy’s lap.

“Hey,” Tango says, grinning and breathless, and gently pushes Jimmy on the chest so he falls back against the pillows. Automatically, Jimmy’s hands go to Tango’s hips, balancing him.

“Hi,” he replies, equally breathless, desperately hoping it doesn’t come out squeaky. Before he can say anything else, it’s Tango’s mouth on his, far less delicate now they don’t have an audience. One hand is fisted in Jimmy’s shirt, pulling him close while pinning him down, and the other cups his face, carefully stroking across his cheekbone with a thumb.

Jimmy, for his part, goes lax almost immediately, opening up to let Tango lick his mouth. He lets Tango lead the kiss, content to instead run his hands over Tango’s middle, slipping up under his t-shirt to feel as much skin as he can.

Time slips away from him, the way Tango’s mouth slips against his, nothing but the steady push-and-pull of mouths and tongues, nothing but Tango’s warm body being mapped out under his hands. Tango groans into his mouth as he presses against Tango’s lower back, pushing their bodies together, and so Jimmy leaves his hand there and lets his right hand roam, sliding across Tango’s pecs, ghosting over Tango’s stomach until he laughs into Jimmy’s mouth, happy gusts of air that Jimmy eagerly swallows.

It's nothing but Tango, Tango, Tango’s hot-wet mouth against his, Tango’s weight firmly settled over his hips, Tango’s hands steady against him the way they always are, holding him in place. Like Jimmy would ever try to run away from this.

Jimmy pulls his right hand from under Tango’s shirt to the back of Tango’s neck, sliding up to thread into his still-damp hair. Tango sighs into his mouth and, encouraged, Jimmy uses this hand to push a little and angle Tango’s head differently. He’s so focused on the feel of Tango’s hair, on licking soft noises out of Tango’s mouth, he doesn’t notice his other hand slip under the waistband of Tango’s pants.

Doesn’t—until Tango freezes on top of him. Jimmy pulls his hands away immediately, moving one to Tango’s hip, the other to his chest, gently pushing them apart. Tango tries to keep kissing him but Jimmy pulls away. “Hey, hey,” he says gently.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Tango insists, which feels a little at odds with how he’s burying his face into Jimmy’s chest.

“It’s okay,” Jimmy reassures. “We can keep it above the waist.” He’d cringe at his word choice, but it’s not about his utter lack of cool. It’s about Tango, who’s still not looking at him, shaking his head against Jimmy’s chest.

“No, no,” he mumbles. “It’s not—I want to—I just—” None of this is clearing things up for Jimmy. He rubs Tango’s back and desperately wishes for something helpful to say. Abruptly, Tango sits up and, looking Jimmy in the eye, says, “I want to have sex with you.”

It’s Jimmy’s turn to freeze, under the intensity of Tango’s unwavering eye contact. “Right now?” he asks, because that’s the only way he can thing to respond.

Tango laughs, soft and fond. “No,” he says and climbs off Jimmy. “I can’t talk about this sitting down.” He shuffles through the things on his desk and slides his wallet into his back pocket when he finds it. He holds out his hand to Jimmy, still lying down, still confused. Of course, Jimmy takes his hand.

It’s a bright, cold afternoon day, the kind that reminds you that spring is on the way. Tango had shoved Jimmy into one of his sweatshirts, one that says “HCU” in big embroidered letters, and now holds his hand as they walk. Jimmy isn’t sure where they’re going, but he can’t bring himself to care. They’re leaving Tango’s apartment complex and heading down the sidewalk, beat up and with plants starting to peak back through the cracks.

They’ve barely gone a few steps away from the building when Tango starts to talk. “I’ve never had sex before.” He says in a rush.

“Oh,” Jimmy wishes he knew what to say to that. It didn’t matter to him, but clearly it did to Tango. Jimmy remembers when he told Scott he was a virgin (exactly like that: “Scott, I’m a virgin.”). Scott had laughed and said he knew and fucked him. But that was him and Scott and he had liked it when Scott laughed at him. That didn’t feel applicable here.

Tango keeps talking, “I want to have sex with you, but I’ve been really in my head about the whole thing. And it definitely doesn’t help that everyone seems to think we already have.”

Jimmy winces. Grian and Joel have been especially obnoxious about things. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault.” Tango says firmly. “I would’ve been in my head about it regardless. I just—” He sighs and shakes his arms out, jerking Jimmy’s arm around too and startling a laugh out of him. Tango smiles distractedly and continues. “You know. I can’t do one thing at a time. And that includes making out. I just get super conscious of my limbs and if what I’m doing is okay or weird. And then I start thinking about the Wikipedia article for kissing. And it sucks ’cause I’m having fun, but—” he cuts himself off with another sigh.

Jimmy nods, taking this in. “Is this why you never move your hands?” he asks and laughs when Tango shrieks, pulling them both to a stop.

“You noticed?” He cries and buries his face into Jimmy’s arm, mumbling something about stupid, smart, pretty boys. Jimmy pats the top of his head, going for reassuring but completely missing because he’s laughing so hard.

Eventually, Tango pulls away and starts walking again. “Anyway,” he says, with an attempt at dignity. “That’s why I froze. I freaked out in my brain.” He tugs on Jimmy’s hand until they make firm eye contact again. “Nothing to do with you.”

“Except for what I did.” Jimmy says, laughing a little.

“Hey, none of that.” Tango insists. “We didn’t talk about this. That’s on me too.” He grins. “You know what Scott says: in a healthy relationship, it’s on all parties to—”

“Oh my god, stop,” Jimmy nearly yells, slapping a hand over Tango’s mouth. Tango laughs from behind Jimmy’s hand, eyes bright and happy, and they keep walking.

It turns out they were going to the grocery store. They cut across the parking a lot on a diagonal; it’s quiet enough it’s not a problem. There’s a sale on avocados that has Tango frowning down at them for a full minute before he picks out 3. They buy Jimmy’s favorite tortilla chips—way too salty—and store-brand frozen cheesy bread that Tango swears will turn out well and a couple bottles of cheap red wine.

“It tastes good.” Tango assures Jimmy as they wait in line for the cashier to check them out. “Barely tastes like win, to be honest.”

“But does it pair with cheesy bread?” Jimmy asks with a laugh. Tango nods mock-seriously.

“And I have a white for the avocados.” He says in his snobbiest voice and Jimmy falls over him laughing.

And then it’s out the store and back to Tango’s apartment, hands still linked. The walk back is more relaxed, without the anxiety of a serious conversation. Jimmy asks about Tango’s senior design project—this year long group project he’s been complaining about more since the start of the spring semester. It turns out on of his teammates hasn’t shown up to class in a few weeks and Tango is, understandably, irate.

“—and after all this!” He yells, swinging the bag he’s carrying so wildly Jimmy is glad he doesn’t have the wine. “I have to see him at our final presentation and pretend I don’t hate their guts! And then again at graduation—” he cuts himself off with an awkward cough and a sideways glance at Jimmy.

They haven’t talked about the fact that Tango is graduating soon and now, seeing his face in the winter-light, Jimmy realizes that Tango has been talking around it, for Jimmy’s sake. Jimmy smiles at Tango and squeezes his hand and hopes his message is clear: it’s okay. They’ll have other carved out weekends to talk about it. Tango smiles and squeezes his hand back and asks him how D&D is going. And then it's stories Joel’s character’s god complex and the love triangle Joey, Katherine, and Shubble are orchestrating and his own misfortunes with the dice and Tango laughs and stares at him lovingly and pulls him up the stairs into his apartment.

Inside, Jimmy tells Tango about the real-life hermit crab Sausage and Joel found and are negotiating a custody arrangement for and Tango listens while he puts the groceries away. The avocados go in a plastic bowl that was once for Halloween candy, with a few bananas and a very wrinkled apple; the wine gets crammed into the vegetable drawer to chill; and the cheesy bread goes into the oven—bare on the rack, which makes Jimmy incredibly nervous.

“It’s fine.” Tango insists. He crowds up against Jimmy, backing him up against the counter, and kisses him fiercely.

It’s like somethings been unlocked. Jimmy had fun kissing Tango, before, but now it’s like Tango has loosened some kind of restraint. It’s a hot, wet mouth against his, biting and licking and insistent, and Tango’s warm hands sliding under his shirt to smooth across his stomach and sides, making him laugh breathily. It’s fierce, unwavering attention on him and all Jimmy can do is cling, feeling like Tango’s knocked the breath out of him all over again.

If Jimmy had enough brain cells firing, he’d feel bad about how restrained Tango has been, clear in hindsight. But all he can think is “Yes,” and all he can do is slip his hand back into Tango’s hair and hold on.

9 to 11 minutes later, the oven beeps and Tango pulls away with one last, lingering kiss, before he casually starts fussing over the cheesy bread, putting it on a cutting board and rummaging around for a knife, while Jimmy leans against the counter and tries to catch his breath.

Tango shoots him a grin over his shoulder, looking far to pleased with himself, and says, “Get the wine out, will you?”

“I hate you.” Jimmy replies with only affection in his voice and Tango’s smile only brightens.

They eat on Tango’s bed, cutting board and plastic cups full of wine balanced precariously, and Tango pulls up some 80s teenage comedy on his laptop. He knows all the words and, when Jimmy slumps against him, full and pleasantly buzzed and sleepy, he can feel the rumble of Tango’s chest as he speaks with the actors.

When he wakes up, Tango will probably be hunched his desk again, this time in boxers and one of Jimmy’s t-shirts, and Jimmy will have to pry him away. They’ll make something for breakfast and eat on the couch so Jimmy can stay right next to Tango, pressing their bodies together. He wants to take a nap on the couch with Tango on top of him. He wants to take a shower so he can feel the water pressure Tango’s always complaining about. He wants Tango to explain the newest version of Decked Out to him, patient when the rules get so convoluted his head starts to swim. He wants to, he wants to, he gets to.

He gets to.

[moralesmilesanhour]

Or an AU drabble where Miles and Margo go to the same HBCU and they have crushes on each other. Someone’s pet trarantula is loose and Miles who has arachnophobia grabs the first person who he can find (Margo) to help him get rid of it.

(obvious spider trigger warning to anyone else reading) Thank you for requesting!! :) Idk the specifics of how HBCU dorms work so I just went by my own experience cuz I couldn't find anything just looking it up lmao I hope that's okay (I also don't know how you're actually meant to handle tarantulas so maybe don't try this at home)

"Miles, don't look now, but - man, I said don't look!"

Miles' head immediately snapped to the wall opposite him where he was typing out a response to one of his discussion posts. Jude sighed and plugged his ears in preparation for the blood-curdling, slasher film-worthy scream that followed.

Miles had seen spiders in his house before; ones no larger than an ant that could easily be mistaken for a different kind of bug until it began to crawl and convulse in that way that only spiders do. He had made it a point to bring in boxes upon boxes of EcoVenger on move-in day to make sure he never had to see any sign of the creatures in his vicinity.

The spider currently ambling up the wall across the room from him after he leapt backwards was the stuff of his worst nightmares.

"Who the fuck brought a tarantula to school?!?"

Miles and Jude were both in the hallway now in their PJs after the former refused to go back inside until it was gone.

"That's Alex's pet. We all saw it at his party last weekend, you didn't-?"

Miles crossed his arms and gave him a look.

"...Right. Of course you didn't."

The door to their right creaked open, half a face peeking out from behind it. Both men recognized the young woman's sharp eyeliner before she even began to speak.

"Aye, Margo!"

"Hey," she smiled as she fully emerged from her room in her usual green sweatshirt and shorts. "Whatchy'all yelling about? I don't think I've ever heard your voice reach that octave."

"Oh that wasn't-"

"Yeah, Alex's tarantula snuck into our room, right next to his head!" Miles interrupted, leaning casually on the wall with an easy grin as if he wasn't just cussing out his roommate and about to do the same to Alex.

Jude gave him a nasty glare, but didn't say anything.

"Oh my god, it got out?" Margo gasped, sounding more like a kid at the zoo than a concerned neighbor.

"Yeah, it's really been botherin' Jude," Miles continued with great affect. "Care to lend a hand?"

"Lemme see - I mean, I can help!"

She clapped her hands together and strolled right past Jude towards their room.

"I'll make sure it's safe and put it in a jar to bring back to Alex, and you," Miles yelped when she grabbed his wrist and tugged him behind her, "are gonna help me catch it."

He hesitated and looked to Jude for help, but the other man shrugged with a self-satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

"Miles?"

"S-sure," he smiled painfully, "I'm right behind you!"

By the time they made it to the shared bedroom, the spider was nowhere to be seen. Miles swore he felt his stomach drop. He swept the room with anxious eyes while Margo ventured into the kitchen in search of a proper container. It wasn't on either of the desks or desk lamps, and after counting to three and pulling away their bed sheets, it did not seem to be hiding there, either.

He found her again while she rummaged through the cupboards to report his findings. She pulled out a mug with the faces of several 'Bleach' characters printed on the front and examined it.

Miles winked, "Don't use that one, that's my good mug."

Margo snickered and handed it back to him.

"Y'all got any mason jars I can use, then? I didn't see any around."

"Sure, they're just behind the...the... "

Miles had made the grave mistake of looking up, and stopped dead in his tracks. There, just inches away from his forehead, was the tarantula. The dark mass was slowly climbing its way up the cupboard where the mason jars were supposed to be.

"Oh, sweet, it's right there!"

He looked like someone had gotten out a remote and pressed 'pause', his eyes the size of saucers.

Margo's brows furrowed in concern.

"Miles? Aren't you gonna get it?"

"I...um..."

His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly as the spider continued its ascent, and she quickly realized that he was a little more than just startled. She took back the mug, set it on the counter, and gently pushed him aside.

"Actually, I got it."

Margo reached up to where the spider was and let it crawl onto her hand. Her other hand, she used to open the cupboard and grab a jar, which she turned to hand over to Miles.

"Open this for me?"

"Now that I can do," he said, taking the jar carefully as if the tarantula would leap off of Margo's hand at any moment. "There."

She deposited the creature into the jar with such ease that Miles half-expected to be made fun of, but she didn't say anything. Just observed with a little smile as it crawled aimlessly around the container and pushed its legs against the glass.

"Y'know, Alex actually let me hold this little guy once."

Miles leaned back against the opposite counter.

"Do you, like, regularly pet bugs?"

She hummed before answering, "I like some bugs, but I'm not exactly diggin' in the grass looking for 'em. Tarantulas are cool, though. They can shoot their hairs out at people to defend themselves. Wish I could do that."

"It'd be a hell of a superpower," he laughed. "You wanna take this guy across the hall?"

"I do, but are you gonna be able to handle it?"

"He's trapped and he cannot hurt me," Miles got off the counter and gestured for Margo to go ahead of him. "I'll be fine."

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @inkweedandlizards @lightningboltreader @lemonlyman-dotcom and @carlos-in-glasses for the tag! 🥰🫶

This is for my prequel, TK's growing up years fic -

Dad: Hey, kiddo! We have finally set a date. Your old man is getting hitched on July 23rd, 2013. Be there or be square!

TK had received this text message from his dad a week ago. At the time, he’d replied, “Sounds great!”

And he’d seen his dad several times at work since then. But TK couldn’t get this text out of his head.

First, the word “finally” really did not need to be used. There was no room for “finally” for two people who were engaged after they had been dating for seven months.

The wedding date his dad had sent him, that was six weeks from now. And on that day, it still wouldn’t have been a year since his dad started dating Lorraine. It would be a year in October that he started dating her.

The following January, it would be a year since she moved in with him. TK felt like he was still trying to understand that when his dad told him that they were engaged. There was a part of TK that wondered if Lorraine really had a roommate that she had problems with, or if that was made up.

Every single one of the twenty days between when his dad told him he was engaged and the text with the date, TK had been hoping for the call saying that it was called off. But no; Lorraine and her knives of décor were here to stay (but seriously, who has a hobby of making wind chimes made of KNIVES?! His soon-to-be stepmother, that’s who).

TK was pretty deep into his thoughts that he didn’t pay much attention to the feeling of fingers flicking the tip of his ear. But the back of the same meaty hand colliding with the side of his face — now that he felt.

“Fuck!” TK exclaimed. “Malcolm, what the hell?”

“What?” snapped the 26-year-old firefighter who was straddling TK. “You were like a million miles away. Sue me for trying to get your attention”.

“Try?” TK repeated. “Dude, my ears are ringing”.

“God, you’re dramatic, Probie”. Malcolm rolled his eyes.

“I’m not your probie,” TK snapped. “And you know I’ve had concussions. I have a shift in four hours; I’m not trying to get a migraine”.

“You’re not trying to get off either, man,” Malcolm retorted. TK couldn’t argue with that.

“Yeah, well, I think I’m good”. TK moved to sit up, but Malcolm pushed him back into the mattress.

“I didn’t say we were done”.

TK glared up at him. “Well, I did. Lobster roll. Enough”. Malcolm muttered something under his breath that TK didn’t catch, but he acknowledged that TK had used his safe word. He moved enough for TK to sit up. “I’m sorry”. TK sighed. “You’re right. My head’s not there. Could we talk, actually?” Malcolm looked at him quizzically. “Talk?” he repeated, like it was a new concept.

“Yes. Talk”. TK sighed. “I’ve got a lot on my mind”.

“Well, I know a surefire way to get your pretty little head clear,” Malcolm purred, rubbing his hands up and down TK’s arms. “And besides TK, I can think of six better uses for your mouth… than to talk”. TK hated himself a little bit that it made him blush when Malcolm said shit like that.

“I’m serious,” TK said, grabbing Malcolm’s hands in his. “I’m really worried about my dad”. Malcolm sighed.

“You know, you’ve said that way too many times for someone who is legally an adult?” Malcolm told him. “TK. You don’t come here to talk. Your dad is a big boy. And Topher is going to be back in twenty minutes, and he can’t know you’re here, so…”

“Yeah, got it”. TK rolled off the bed and reached for his jeans. He knew that Malcolm was implying that they could still do something in that time, but TK really wasn’t in the mood for something. At least, not with Malcolm. There were times where he wished that he and Malcolm were in the same firehouse, but times like this made him glad that they weren’t.

As TK went back out into the humid New York summer air, he scolded himself for trying to open up to Malcolm in the first place.

Malcolm had been very clear on that several times over, that there was only one thing he wanted TK for.

And, TK thought bitterly, he couldn’t even really complain; at least this time he didn’t have to sit in Malcolm’s closet buck naked because Malcolm’s parents had stopped by their son’s (who they thought was straight) apartment unexpectedly.

But not talking with Malcolm hadn’t allayed TK’s need to talk to someone about this, he realized as he tried not to be jostled around too much by the subway train. After all, he was supposed to be the best man at this wedding; a wedding which he thought had no business taking place. A wedding that had severely dwindled down the list of people he could talk to. He did think of one person, though.

TK was fighting against the current of college students exiting their federal income taxation class at Columbia university. TK was trying to get into the lecture hall, because he needed to speak with the professor who was teaching it.

“TK?” Enzo said when TK had finally reached the front of the hall. “This is certainly a surprise,” he said, greeting him with a hug. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine”. TK nodded. That wasn’t a huge lie. “But Enzo, could we talk for a minute?”

“Of course, acorn,” Enzo smiled. “Do you want to sit, or…”

“I’ll sit”. TK nodded and sat in the swivel chair behind the desk at the front of the hall. “It spins,” TK said as he used his foot to turn the chair around a few times. “Cool”.

“I don’t know why they have that in here, to be honest,” Enzo chuckled. “If I were to sit there while teaching, I wouldn’t be able to actually see any of the students I’m addressing”.

“Huh”. TK said as he moved side to side in the chair.

“TK,” Enzo cleared his throat. “I know you didn’t come down here to play with the chair. What’s going on, acorn?”

TK brought the chair to a stop. “My dad set his wedding date. It’s in July”.

“Ah”. Enzo nodded as he leaned on the desk. “That’s soon”.

“Right!” TK exclaimed. “Why is it so soon?” He was struck by an unsettling thought. “Oh God, what if it’s that’s soon because they’re having a baby together? She doesn’t look pregnant, though. Would he tell me if that were the reason?”

“TK”. Enzo said gently. “I’m going to take a guess that you’re here in the event that isn’t the reason?” TK nodded. Enzo was otherworldly smart, the same way his mom was. If those two ever had a kid, that kid would find the cure for cancer before they started kindergarten.

“It’s just…” TK sighed. “I’ve never felt like I couldn’t talk to him about something. But I can’t talk to him about himself. I can’t talk to Mom about this. And Sophie’s thrilled, she loves Lorraine”. He started to nibble on his thumbnail. “Soph has spent a lot more time with her than I have, though”.

“But you don’t love Lorraine”. Enzo guessed.

“I don’t know her well enough”. TK shrugged. “But neither does he. They were barely together six months before getting engaged. This is the man who wants to plan everything in his life to death; what part of the plan is this?”

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[kyabetsuhime]

Rinne Amagi 4☆ – Please, God☆

Writer: Yuumasu Characters: Kanata, Hiyori, Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku, Niki Season: Autumn Translation: ksts Proofreading: mai (ENG)

Rinne: (So my next job is in an hour... I wanna play pachinko, but guess I'll only end up gettin’ there and comin' right back.) (And there's no point in goin' to Cinnamon either as Niki isn't there.) (Well, it seems I have no choice but to stay here and kill time. If only something could keep me from gettin' bored...) (...Oh.) Hey, Hiyori-chan♪ What a coincidence, nice to see you. For some reason, your mere presence is like a good omen. As if I'm gettin' an "fine weather" blessing...♪

Hiyori: Rinne-senpai, I know you're tearfully happy to see me, but now it's terrible weather…

Rinne: Hm? What's the matter? You don't look well. Did you caught a cold or somethin'?

Hiyori: I wanted to pick up some snacks for a light meal, but the quiche I was looking for was out of stock. Even though I was the one who wrote the letter asking them to add quiche to their repertoire, me not getting it in the end is simply unforgivable!

Rinne: Ehh, so your favorite food is tissues? Are you a goat eatin' paper?♪ Come on, Hiyori-chan, say maa maa...☆

Hiyori: I won't! And I'm not a goat! I'm not in the mood to be teased, why do you keep messing with me?

Rinne: But isn't it natural to greet acquaintances when you meet them in your free time? Why don't you get along with me since we're roommates? Gyahaha☆

Hiyori: Roommates, huh... Then you should ask Kanata-kun to keep you company. He'll bring you luck too, though not as much as me.

Rinne: What do you mean?

Hiyori: It's just a rumor. When I was still at Yumenosaki, I've heard that some people worship him, believing that he can make any wish come true for them.

Rinne: Any, huh? Gyahaha, that definitely isn’t true then. There's no way he could be a god, is there?

Hiyori: Fufun. Whether you believe me or not is up to you, Rinne-senpai.

<6 hours later>

Rinne: (Phew, all done. Good job, me~) (Now I'll drop my stuff off here and leave. My beloved gambling is waitin' for meee~♪) (There's a new pachinko machine, so should I try that first?~) (...Hm?)

Kanata: (Sleeping sounds)

Rinne: (So Kanacchi's back too. I didn't notice him at all.) (He looks so peaceful sleepin'. Is he havin' a good dream?) ... ("Make any wish come true", huh...) (I know it's just a baseless rumour, but... Guess it can’t hurt to try—) (In a low voice) May I win big! (Aight, I'm off now♪)

<Several days later>

Niki: Thanks for waiting~ Here are your two daily special sets~

HiMERU: Thank you.

Kohaku: ...Hey, Niki-han. I wanna ask you somethin'.

HiMERU: Oukawa.

Kohaku: But HiMERU-han, you're curious too, right? If we can't get anywhere on our own, then let's bring in Niki-han. Look... See Rinne-han sittin' at the counter?

Rinne: ......... ...(Sigh)

Kohaku: He's been lost in thought like that for quite a long time now. Did somethin' happen? Maybe he ate somethin' strange?

Niki: Eh!? Please don't suspect our food! But it's really weird that he didn't try to pester me. Well, now that I think about it, he sure looks different from usual~

HiMERU: So in other words, you don't know anything either.

Kohaku: HiMERU-han, where are you goin'?

HiMERU: To ask him directly. Since we don't know the situation, our discussion is just a waste of time. Amagi, can I have a minute?

Rinne: ...Hey, Merumeru. Do you believe in God?

HiMERU: ...What.

Kohaku: Oh no, Rinne-han's snapped!

Niki: Uwah, it's quite troublesome. Who can fix him then? Little brother-san?

Rinne: Nah, I'm totally fine. I don't know how it works, but lately I've been winnin' big at pachinko every time I pray to my roommate, Kanacchi. I suspected it was just a dubious rumour, but turns out he might really be a god of gambling... I haveta cherish this bond♪ Gyahahaha!

<Several days later>

Hiyori: I'm home! If there's anyone here, greet me with open arms!

Kanata: Welcome back, "Ohisama"-san.

Hiyori: Kanata-kun, what's the matter? Even though I'm back, you're in such a bad mood!

Kanata: No, I'm "fine". Just a little "bewildered". Lately, "Chief"-san has been "pampering" me so strangely often.

Hiyori: Pampering?

Kanata: Yes. Like giving me a "vinyl pool" or trying to take me to a "fish" restaurant. And now I'm stumped as I don't understand the "intention" behind it.

Hiyori: Ah, I think I might have an idea. Let me tell you.

<Some time later>

Hiyori: ––So it looks like his gambling luck increases in proportion to how much attention he pays to you. And now he seems to be completely devoted to the "god of gambling".

Kanata: Uu... That's why he's been "cozying up" to me... I don't like to feel used at all…

Rinne: I'm home~...

Kanata: Oh, "Chief"-san. We need to talk. I'm not a "god of gambling", you know!

Rinne: Eh... Haha–– So you found out about my prayers? Wish I had known this sooner. I lost big just now. (Sigh)... It really was too good to be true after all…

Hiyori: No sighs in front of me! If not Kanata-kun, you can worship me! If you treat the one of "Eden", named after the paradise ruled by the omniscient and omnipotent God, respectfully enough, you will surely earn His favor!

Rinne: Oh nooo~ Are you imposin' a religion on me~? What should Rinne-kun dooo~♪

Hiyori: It's worth a try! You'll have a bronze statue of me, so you can worship me everyday!

Rinne: Hehe~ Hiyori-sama~☆

Hiyori: Hmph, I don't like the way you say it! Show me more seriousness, will you!

Rinne: Oh, this god is so demandin'. ★ directory ★

[faofinn]

Swing Life Away

As promised, here it is! Sorry for the delay, life got whumpy lol

"You're kinda cute, you know?"

"Yeah? Thanks." Harrison shook his head with a smile as he returned to his notes. "Have a few days rest, keep off that ankle and you should be back to normal in a few weeks.”

“I’m serious.”  

“Who have you got to pick you up, Taidgh?”

“How about you?” He joked, and then at Harrison’s look, sighed. “My roommate drove me in.”

“Great. Do you want me to go get them?”

“Yeah.”

Glad to be away from his flirting for a few moments, Harrison headed into the waiting room to find Taidgh's friend. He was easy enough to find and Harrison brought him back through to where Taidgh was waiting.

“He’s had a bit of morphine, and he’ll need someone to keep an eye on him for a few hours.” Harrison told him. “Try and make sure he stays off the ankle as much as possible to let it heal. Ice it regularly and use painkillers as needed.”

“Alright, thank you. Tai, you ready?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Can I get your number before I go?” Harrison laughed. “Maybe wait until you’re not hopped up on painkillers before you ask things like that.”

“Oh, I’m serious.” 

“Yeah? Alright then. I’ll see you later.”

His friend laughed, leading him away. “Come on, you. Let’s keep it in your pants. Thanks again, and sorry.”

“It’s no problem. Take care.” He called as they left, returning to the nurses station with a smile. It always amused him dealing with patients like that, and he’d much prefer flirting over fighting. He joked with the nurses as he finished the paperwork, and then headed onto the next patient, a smile on his face.

It was the start of his next run of shifts, thankfully days, but it was slow going. The patients he had were quickly sorted, either sent home or admitted. For once, there were beds available, and they didn’t stay long in the ED. He had a run of patients just before his lunch, and was just about to disappear when one of the nurses called him over.

“Hars? One of the physios called earlier, wanted a call back.”

“Finn’s around, isn’t he? Can you get him to do it? I’m going on my lunch, I’m starved.”

“Finn answered the bleep to start with. They asked for you.”

He groaned. “For fuck’s sake. Right, I’ll do this and get this over with. I don’t get why they call us. They don’t need us, they’ve got plenty of toys up there to play with without disturbing us.”

The phone rang several times before there was an answer. “Physio department.”

“Yeah, hi. It’s Dr Cunningham from the ED. I was asked to phone you back? Apparently you couldn’t annoy my colleague instead.”

“Oh, yeah, great, give me two seconds and I’ll pass you over.”

“Sure, okay.” More waiting. He rolled his eyes, tapping his pen on the desk in front of him.

“Hey, you said to wait until I wasn’t hopped up on pain meds.”

Harrison was silent. It had been a joke, he’d been his patient, but he couldn’t help the flip in his stomach. “Uh, hi.”

“Sorry, this is really weird, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, a bit.” 

“Sorry, sorry. I just… you were cute and I thought I’d shoot my shot.” He paused. “I’m going to go and die of embarrassment.”

“Hey, no, no. Don’t go.” He spoke before his brain caught up. “Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll text you?”

“I’m about to go on lunch, I could come down and say hi?” He hesitated. “I was about to have mine, too. We could meet in the caf?”

“Great, it’s a date!” 

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Harrison said, the phone already dead. What had he just agreed to?

He was ridiculously nervous as he waited, standing at the door of the cafeteria. He wasn't normally nervous, and he had no reason to be. They were just having lunch, it was a one off, nothing serious.

"Hey, Dr Harrison, right?" 

He turned. "Uh, hi. It's just Harrison."

"What, no first name?" He teased.

"No, Harrison is my name. Just Harrison."

"Alright. Don't think I can really say anything, can I? A name like Taidgh? Nobody normally gets it right the first time."

"I've got - one of the surgeons here, he's called Faolan. That's a mouthful too."

"Another Irish too? We'll take over the hospital eventually." 

Harrison laughed. "I'm sure you will. So, lunch? I'm starving."

"God, me too. Come on."

[audioaujom]

(4) Progress Comes at a Cost

LTWF Hub, < prev, next >

Hello again! It’s time for more Logan and Patton, though things aren’t as happy as either of them would like. Also enjoy more of the rather unhinged Michael Reeves-esque Virgil that this story has created lol As far as warnings go, the violence has escalated a little and in my head this feels at the very least a little homophobic (?) Not sure if that translated, but there’s a phobia of some kind in those boys. Just be mindful of it!

Word Count: 2558

Chapter TWs: Bullying, harassment

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The plan Roman gave Patton was failing.

Well, partially failing. He was still spending a lot of time with Logan outside of class and they were definitely growing closer, but Logan continually frustrated him to no end with how dismissive he was of the stares and insults he was taking from the other students.

It made Patton really sad.

So for now he was choosing to focus on the good times they were having, of which there were a lot. They spent a rather large amount of time talking about class material, given how interested in astronomy they both were and the fact that once they got onto the topic they never seemed to know how to get off of it.

“Where would you go if you could go anywhere in the universe?” Patton asked randomly a few days into his plan, Logan looking at him in confusion.

“Why would I travel anywhere in space? We haven’t developed the necessary technology to sustain life over long periods of time in space, and there’s nowhere hospitable to visit.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Patton scolded lightly, leaning back on his hands to stare up at the ceiling as the two had found themselves moving to sit on the floor at some point. “If it were possible, what would you want to see up close? Where would you go, supposing you could?”

“Ignoring the fiction-like technology it would require to do so…” Logan sighed after a moment, fully giving in to the question and taking a long moment to think. “I’d like to go to the Andromeda galaxy. I don’t think I would need to see it ‘up close’, per se, but… I just wonder what’s out there. It would be nice to be able to find out and then study it more closely. Scientifically, and… personally.”

Patton had to stop himself from jumping up to his feet in excitement, relishing in the first real opinion he’d managed to weasel out of the android since they’d met. “Yeah, me too.” The two were silent for a long moment after that, before Patton quietly spoke up again. “If it was possible, I’d love to go and do that with you. Get on a spaceship and go out and chart the stars.”

“That sounds… worthwhile.” Logan nodded after a moment, Patton’s face blushing scarlet as he added, “I think I would like that.”

Patton was so ecstatic that Roman noticed it when he came back to the dorm, Patton’s wide smile contagious as he caught his roommate up on the fact the plan may not be working as intended, but was doing other good things for the two. He was on cloud nine.

It was three days later, on another innocuous Tuesday afternoon, that things turned sour again.

Patton and Logan were once again reviewing lecture notes on the floor of 102, stopping as several sets of footsteps came down the hallway and stopped in their doorway.

“Oh hey, look!” One of the three—all of which Patton recognized as the same three who were picking on Logan two weeks prior—spoke up, grinning as his gaze landed on Patton. “The android’s freak boyfriend beat us here today.”

“Hey! That’s not very nice.” Patton huffed, getting to his feet and putting his hands to his hips.

“You’re the one giving a microwave heart eyes.” One of the other two commented distastefully, all three of them snickering.

“Microwave?” Logan asked in confusion, also getting to his feet to stand beside Patton. “Is that another colloquial slang term I am unaccustomed with?”

“Man, your denseness takes the fun out of insulting you.” 

“I say we just hit him instead.” The final one spoke up, dark eyes menacing.

“It. Hit it instead.” The first one corrected, Patton unconsciously stepping forward in anger at his words.

“If you three have come just to be mean, I suggest you find somewhere else to do all that.” Patton declared with much more confidence than he felt, one of his arms moving out to block Logan. “You’re not welcome here.”

“We’re students at this university, same as you.” The second one ignored the warning in Patton’s words, stepping into the classroom to widely gesture at all three of them in the doorway. “Or do you not recognize your classmates?”

“There’s a lot of kids in that lecture!” Patton defended, his face flushing slightly in embarrassment. Maybe he did know them, but he’d have to keep an eye out in tomorrow morning’s lecture to be sure. “But it doesn’t matter if you are familiar, you’re being jerks.”

“Aside from your desire to have a go at his USB port, you don’t seem all that bad.” The first boy—and likely their leader, if that was even how they saw him—approached Patton, placing a not-so-friendly hand on his shoulder with a cold smile. “So stay out of it while we’re being nice.”

“No way! Logan’s my friend!” Patton shoved his hand off, glaring defiantly at the taller boy.

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind joining him.” The last of the three boys—the shortest of the three with bleached blond hair and a cruel smile—stepped around the two facing Patton and swung a wild punch that collided with the side of Logan’s head.

“Whoo! Nice one, Kylar!” The first boy—a brunet who definitely was the obnoxious kid sitting two rows in front of Patton who left halfway through the first lecture never to return—cheered excitedly, watching as one of Logan’s eyes twitched from the impact and ‘Kylar’ prepared to throw another punch.

Immediately realizing that these kids weren’t going to back off, Patton pulled his phone out and sent a few quick texts to Virgil before putting his phone back away to try and help Logan.

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To: Virgil !! Need help in 102 again

Kids here

Logan hurt

Hurry

From: Virgil !! patton?!

ah shit, I'm coming

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Another hit to Logan’s head had his jaw locking up, his eye flickering again even as Patton tried to push past the brunet in front of him to get to his friend. “Hey! Seriously, stop it!”

“Oh, I just got a great idea.” The other boy not wailing on Logan commented randomly, Patton recognizing his mop of black hair as the lazy kid he was paired up with for a research assignment last week named Bailey. “You got your water bottle on you, Alex?”

The brunet—Alex—nodded, slinging his backpack off to pull the metal cylinder out of its compartment on the side to hand it to Bailey. “Always do. Here you go!”

“Hey! Stop it!” Patton once again tried to push past Alex, watching Kyler hit Logan hard enough one of his eyes powered off again. He couldn’t help the dread pooling in his stomach as Logan didn’t even bother to fight back, instead just obediently dropping to the ground as they attacked him. “Don’t do that!”

“Stay out of it!” Kylar yelled without looking back, watching with a grin as Bailey opened Alex's water bottle and dumped its contents on top of the android.

“Stop it!”

“I got him.” Alex rolled his eyes as the other two laughed, shaking his arms out before punching Patton in the face, hard.

This seemed to be the first thing to catch Logan’s attention, the water harmlessly rolling off of him as he propped himself up in concern, looking at Patton clutching his cheek in pained shock. “What… are you doing?” 

“None of your business, tin can.” Bailey dismissed, kicking him back to the ground.

“Leave him alone!” Patton and Logan called at the same time, turning matching looks to each other as the three boys dissolved into a fit of mocking laughter.

“How cute.” Kylar grinned, looking between them. “These freaks must love each other so much.” 

It’s as Alex was ready to swing at Patton again that someone cleared their throat from the doorway, everyone turning to look at the same time.

“Move away or get tased. Those are your only options.” Virgil deadpanned, a strange contraption held in his outstretched hand—which definitely contained more than one regular taser and was held together with what appeared to be tape.

“You here to stick up for these—” Alex started, but cut himself off as Virgil pressed a button on it and it let out a startlingly loud zapping noise alongside a visible jolt of electricity.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

“Shit! He’s fucking crazy! Let’s go!” Kylar decided for all three of them, frantically running out of the room with the other two in tow as they all shot Virgil horrified glances before disappearing down the hallway.

“Losers.” Virgil snarled after them, tucking the taser-like thing in his backpack before looking between Patton and Logan worriedly. “Are you guys okay?”

“I don’t think anything has been knocked loose, but the liquid could prove a problem if it manages to leak into my wiring.” Logan was the first to speak, sitting up and letting one of his hands wander up to the panel on the side of his head that the boys had targeted. He could speak, but his mouth wasn’t quite moving properly, not to mention the eye that was offline.

Virgil nodded in understanding, before turning to look at Patton and his reddened face. “Pat?” 

“Worry about Logan first. I’m fine.” Patton said quietly, sitting down on the floor across from Logan without another word. 

Virgil shrugged, taking his backpack off and getting on the floor with the two of them, seemingly satisfied with their answers. After digging through his backpack again and starting to use a spare t-shirt to dry Logan off, he quietly chastised, “You really can’t let them keep damaging you like this, Logan.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him!” Patton huffed angrily, shoving his hands into his lap to keep from getting in Virgil's way accidentally.

Logan blinked his one good eye, tilting his head off to one side. “It’s not as though I really feel it, so I don’t see the issue.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Virgil asked, making sure the back of Logan’s neck was dry enough he could open the panel without worrying about the water getting in.

“I don’t… feel. I am a construct.” Logan explained casually, Virgil and Patton sharing an angry look as he continued, “As long as I am able to be repaired and they don’t interrupt my usual proceedings, what’s the harm?”

“Do you seriously not get it?” Patton asked, trying to hold onto his anger before it morphed into sadness. He didn’t really feel like crying in front of both of them at the moment. “You may not “feel” in the same way I do, but that doesn’t mean that the things you feel don’t matter!”

“I’m… not sure I’m following.”

“...what if I told you that them hurting you hurt me?” Patton tried after a moment, afraid to meet Logan’s eyes as Virgil stopped his work long enough for them to keep talking. “Would you want them to stop?”

“Well, of course.” Logan answered immediately, before both of them awkwardly blushed and glanced away from each other. “...does it really hurt you?”

“Yes.” Sighing softly, Patton shifted himself to pull his knees up to his chest. “Like… a lot. A lot a lot. I wish you could understand how much I care about you.”

“As a third wheel I know I have no right to interrupt, but…” Virgil started, ignoring the withering glare Patton shot his way at the lighthearted jab. “Your programming may dictate that you don’t feel any of the damage they inflict, but that doesn’t mean you have to just take it.”

“That too!” 

Virgil waited a long moment before resetting Logan, making sure they didn’t have anything else to say. After Logan powered back on and had full function of his face again, Virgil turned narrowed eyes to Patton. “Okay, Patton, your turn.”

“I’m fine, really.” Patton tried to protest, but Virgil wasn’t having it.

“Shut up and get over here.” He commanded firmly, Patton’s confidence deflating as he scooted across the floor to his friend. “Let me see it.” 

“Really, Virge, it’s—” He tried one last protest, but Virgil had already smacked Patton’s hands away from his face to look at the slowly forming bruise on his cheek.

“Going to be nasty in a few hours.” Virgil finished for him, pulling his phone out with a shake of his head. “I’ll ask Roman to bring you some ice after his rehearsal today.”

“It does seem rather serious.” Logan interjected, an unreadable look passing over Virgil’s face.

“...so you don’t like it when they hurt Patton?” 

“Of course not. He got hurt in defense of me, and…” Logan trailed off as the look on Virgil’s face suddenly made sense, recognizing the parallels between him and Patton. “Ah. I see your point.”

“Just think of us like companions!” Patton smiled wide, ignoring the slight metallic tang in his mouth as he swallowed down the dull pain in his face. “It’s no fun seeing a companion hurt!”

“Yes, of course.” Logan nodded, before uncertainty washed over his determined expression. “But… I’m not sure companion is the right word.”

“Really? It seems like a word you’d like.” Virgil scoffed, earning a smack on the arm.

“Shush. Let him talk.” Patton scolded, turning his full attention to the android. “Why not?”

“A companion is simply someone you spend a lot of time with.” The explanation was clumsy, Logan’s eyes looking down at the carpet as he slowly spoke, “You’re more than that.  You’re more like a… friend. Friend, right? That is the correct term?”

An inexplicable bittersweet success clogged up Patton’s throat, his smile turning wobbly—but not from the pain—as all he could manage to get out was a quiet yet hopeful, “Yeah.” 

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Just take the ice from Roman, yeah?” Virgil awkwardly clambered to his feet, trying not to disturb the moment too badly as he packed up his bag and addressed the two staring resolutely at anything but each other. “And you make sure to dry out. Wouldn’t want to put you in rice.”

“What good would ‘putting me in rice’ do?” Logan asked, confused, all tension breaking as Patton giggled softly. “I’m afraid your meaning escapes me.”

“Nevermind. Apparently the joke was just for me.” Virgil sighed, shaking his head as he put his bag on and backed up towards the door. “Just… care about yourselves a little more. See ya.”

“He’s quite strange.” Logan commented after Virgil was out of earshot, Patton smiling fondly at the retreating figure of Virgil’s hoodie.

“You’re telling me.” Patton blinked and turned to look at Logan, blinking back the relieved and happy tears from earlier that would definitely be out of place now. “But he’s a good guy, deep down.”

“You have an odd taste in friends.” 

“You should meet my roommate.” Patton scoffed, before suddenly being overcome with a brilliant idea. “Oh my god, you should meet my roommate! You could come to my dorm and everything! That way we can keep an eye on each other for the time being!”

“Well, alright.” Logan agreed simply, the two getting to their feet and packing up their scattered belongings. “Lead the way.”

Maybe Patton had finally made the progress he was looking for.

I can’t wait to tell Roman!

[doeilovr]

[ 01:11 ]

*Knock knock*

You slowly lowered your hand, eyes moving between the wooden floor and the white door in front of You.

Somehow you felt stupid knocking on your roommates door at one in the morning. On the other hand, it was him who had invited you to come to his room, after just minutes ago you had sent him a long paragraph on how you felt.

Mark, your friend, coworker and the person you couldn't stop thinking about.

For days you had the urge to text him to finally find out how he felt about you. Just last week you two had hooked up after watching a movie and then suddenly he went all cold and stopped talking to you.

It didn't make it any easier that you worked with him. At work though it was different, he was very bright and playful and you often caught him staring at you.

And so you found yourself knocking on his door after he returned from his shift late at night.

The door opened after a moment and on the other side stood Mark, dressed casually in sweats and a zip-up. Very different to his usual black slacks and white button up.

He flashed a smile and your heart almost dropped just at the sight of him.

"Hi", you whispered.

"Hi", Mark whispered back, his smile only getting wider. "Come in."

You carefully stepped inside, "I'm sorry."

You walked into his room, Mark chuckling behind you. "Don't be."

"But I don't know what's wrong with me. Am I overreacting?" You furrowed your eyebrows, turning back to him.

Mark walked over, still smiling a little. He sat down on his bed. "It's okay. Come here."

You swallowed, suddenly unable to move. "Huh?"

"Let's cuddle a bit."

"Oh."

Mark snorted, patting the spot next to him on the bed. "Come here."

You felt strange, somehow nervous but also excited. You really needed a hug. You climbed into the bed and got comfortable next to Mark, who also laid down.

It was dark, the only light in the room coming from the bathroom, where the door was open a bit.

Mark lifted his arm so you could cuddle up against him. He wore a fleece zip-up, so he was even cuddlier than usual.

"This is nice", Mark said, after he pulled up the blanket to cover the both of you.

You hummed in response.

"So you're an overthinker", Mark whispered. A soft chuckle following.

You sighed, "yeah it's so bad. I'm really sorry." You felt bad, it was as if you had to force him to spend time with you - let alone hug you like this.

"No, why? It's a good thing."

"How so?"

"You care", Mark whispered, saying it as if it was the most logical thing in the world. "You're not shallow, but rather think about what you do and say. You have empathy and a lot of love to give."

You swallowed, your heart feeling strange in your chest.

"Thank you, Mark."

"It's only the truth."

He planted a kiss on your head, rubbing your arm slowly. A yawn escaped his lips.

Several moments passed without either of you saying something.

"I didn't feel well the past days", Mark began, still speaking in a soft tone, "I didn't have the energy to do anything. I didn't mean to ignore you or make you feel bad."

You nodded. "I think I just really really missed you."

Mark chuckled again, his chest vibrating. "I missed you, too. I will give you more attention from now on, I promise."

You smiled, feeling almost a sense of relief. You closed your eyes, melting more into Mark's arms.

"You know", he said very softly, "I feel so cozy with you in my bed, if I fall asleep now, I fear, you are forced to stay here."

"I'm gonna have to accept my fate", you whispered back at him, smiling faintly and feeling so safe in Mark's arms.

"Mark?"

There was faint hum in response.

"I really like you, you know and I hope you're not mad", you began, "sometimes it scares me a bit, how much I think about you and how intense my feelings can be. But then, at moments like this, I forget about all my worries."

You paused a bit, hoping you didn't make him feel uncomfortable with your subtle confession. "Thank you for that", you added.

A moment of silence passed between you.

"Mark?" You whispered his name. As you were about to continue talking, a soft snore was heard.

You lifted your head only to find that Mark had actually fallen asleep. You smiled, pecking his cheek, before you slowly lowered your head back on his chest.

You closed you eyes and whispered, " good night, Mark."

[boba-at-323]

[10:34 PM] note : Fighting [verbal] , I swore 3 times.

“What happened to our ‘forever’, Sungchan?!” You yelled out, unable to control any more of the fury boiling up inside you. 

An hour had passed, but the argument continued to escalate showing no signs of stopping. 

It didn’t start as serious; when Sungchan invited you to hang out with him and his roommate Chenle, you were more than excited to finally spend time with your beloved boyfriend. The last thing you had in mind was to be standing in his bedroom with such a tense atmosphere. 

University had caught up to you and you needed a well-deserved break from everything that was happening, and Sungchan could say the same. Things might have been a little bit easier for the both of you if you had been going to the same universities, but you were attending a university which was hours away from his. In all honesty, Sungchan was trying his best to give you time by sending you ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts every day or trying to call you whenever he got the time, but it just wasn’t the same as being physically together. Naturally, the frustrations had to manifest in some form. 

Sungchan had never been one of the people who got angry over a slight disagreement. He understood that everyone had their own opinions and he respected that, especially when it came to you. Even if you said the sky was green, he would laugh and completely agree. Alas, stress can take over the best of us. 

Poor Chenle was hiding in the living room. He could hear every word coming from the bedroom’s direction but he didn't want to come between the two of you. Of course, he wanted to stop you, but it was just too confusing for him. What would he even say? It’s not like either of you would listen to him and stop fighting. So, all that he could do for now, was to pray for the fuss to end. 

“Y/n, please stop being so impossible!” Sungchan sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Me?? I’m the one being impossible? Jung Sungchan, do you even hear yourself?” You asked him bitterly.

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying my best to keep in touch with you. I’m trying my best to make up for the time we don’t get to spend together. I’m trying to make this relationship work, even though I barely have enough time to breathe. I’m trying to balance this relationship so it doesn’t end up going very wrong!” His words slipped out of his mouth before he could even think about them.

“Oh, so is this relationship just a burden to you?” You could feel your heart throbbing in your head, your mouth going completely dry at the thought of where all of this was heading.

 “N-no, Y/n– that’s not what I meant–” His stomach did several flips when he heard what you said. 

He tried to step closer to you but you only inched back, tears threatening to spill out. 

“No Sungchan, I think you’re right–” You said in a hushed tone, as a tear rolled down your cheek, “I– I think we need a break.” 

The sentence which left your mouth shattered his heart into a million pieces as if someone had slammed a hammer against a mirror. And with the knowledge that you deeply loathed crying in front of people, he realised that he had fucked up. Badly. The silence that followed was deafening.

“Y-you don’t mean that, right?” His voice trembled, filled with disbelief. He did hope that you didn’t mean the sentence that was tormenting his ears. He could hear it repeating over and over in his head, each time breaking his heart even more.

You didn’t answer. Tears continued to trail their way down your face as you looked at him with guilt. Maybe you had gone overboard. Maybe this was just stupid. Maybe you didn’t have any reason to fight. Maybe… You were wrong. 

But before you could take your statement back, you heard Sungchan sniffle. 

Wait– Fuck, did I make Sungchan cry?

“I-I’m sorry Sungchan I didn’t–'' Yet, before you could finish your sentence, Sungchan wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a much-needed hug. 

“P-Please don’t leave, “ he sobbed against your shoulder, “I d-don’t want to l-lose you.”

Guilt took over you. Of course, you had been frustrated, but you should’ve also thought about him. He was right, he had been trying. You were the one who had been lacking the effort.

“No-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn't have been so s-selfish. You had been trying. Oh my God, I’m so fucking stupid- I’m s-sorry.” 

All he did was tighten his hold around you to pull you closer than ever as if you’d leave the second he let go of you. 

Both of you felt extremely stupid, dragging out such a little thing and making it such a big mess. The tense air started to subside as you both stood there feeling each other’s touch, making up for the prior events. 

He finally let go after a while, still keeping you right in front of him, so close he could feel the warmth radiating from you. He took one of your hands in his, as the other reached out to wipe away the tear streaks on your face. 

“Let’s never do this again, babe. I don’t want to see you go. Ever.” he sniffled for the last time.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m never leaving your side.” You said bumping your nose against his, making him smile a little. 

Outside the bedroom door, stood a very relieved Chenle, plotting about when he would clown his best friend for crying over his girlfriend. 

Title : [10:34 PM] || Word count: 957 || Genre: Angst, but fluff in the end || Pairing: Sungchan x Fem!Reader [ft. Chenle] || Thank you @tyuniiz for beta reading this mess ily &lt;3

[boytumms]

Hi! I wrote the story about the magical stomach/intestine filling contents! The one with the competitive eater from about two months ago

So, a story about magical stuffing

Two guys sat in their college dorms, bored out of their minds. One, Adam, was training to become a mage, the other, Mason, training to be an alchemist on top of already being a mage. Both were in their second semester of schooling, being fairly new to their trades.

“Dude, I’m so bored,” Mason said, sighing as he looked at the mage. “Do you have any ideas for what we could do to pass the time? Neither of us have classes for the rest of the day either,” Mason said, looking at his watch for a moment.

Adam shrugged, looking at his pile of text books for a moment. “I have a test in one of my classes tomorrow if you’d like to help me study?” Adam asked, picking up one of his books as he spoke.

“Sure. You’re grades suck anyway,” Mason teased, laughing as Adam punched his arm. “Alright, I’ll help you. What’s this test on anyway?” Mason asked, sitting up a little as he spoke.

“It’s on portals. My teacher is going to ask me to open two portals to transport small objects from one side to the other. I just have trouble with accuracy placing the portals, that’s all,” Adam said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“That’s easy. Just focus super hard on where you want the two portals to show up, even if it’s simply in this room,” Mason said, pointing to the space around them. Adam seemed to think for a moment before he nodded, looking in his textbook for a moment.

Mason watched as Adam casted the spell, smiling when he saw that a small portal had appeared in front of Adam. “That’s great! Now you need to make the second portal appear,” Mason said, cheering his friend on.

Adam seemed confused though, checking his book and mumbling words. “Both are supposed to show up at the same time. It’s gotta be close by, let’s look,” Adam said, standing and beginning to search the room.

The two guys looked for nearly half an hour, but couldn’t find it anywhere. Adam and Mason sat back on the couch, thinking for a moment on how to find this mysterious portal.

“Well, what if we put something into the portal? Something safe in case it’s somewhere nearby or by someone? I’ll go get the cookies I made earlier. Those shouldn’t harm anybody,” Mason said, standing to grab the food from the kitchen.

Adam stared at the small portal, wondering if he should close this set of portals and open a new set. The problem was, he hadn’t learnt that spell yet. But he could probably find it somewhere in his text books.

Mason came back in, interrupting his thinking as he held a plate of cookies. “Let’s see if we can find the portal,” Adam said, picking up a cookie and holding it over the portal.

Adam dropped it, waiting a moment to see if anything happened. Both the guys looked around for a mysterious cookie, listening for the cookie dropping in case it was somewhere else. Adam grabbed two more and dropped them into the portal, again looking around.

Adam paused for a moment, looking at his stomach as he felt a little bit of food settle. Could the portal have placed itself inside of his stomach? Adam dropped several more cookies in the portal, his suspicions being confirmed as he felt the cookies settle in his stomach.

“The portal is inside me! I felt the cookies go into my stomach! Mason, I don’t know how to reverse this spell yet! What do I do?” Adam asked, looking at his roommate as he began to panic. Mason set the cookies on the table, grabbing his friend’s shoulders with the most excited look on his face.

“Sorry, but I’ve snuck through your journal a few times. You like stuffing yourself, right? Let me do it for you,” Mason said, dropping some more cookies into the portal. Adam paused at the words as he felt the cookies settle inside, the idea actually sounding rather pleasant since it had been awhile since Adam had had time to himself.

“Only if you stop when I say so. I know my limits and I really don’t want to die today,” Adam said, his cheeks turning pink as he spoke. Mason picked up the cookies and dumped the rest of the plate in the portal, making Adam groan slightly at the feeling.

“Alright. Why don’t you sit on the couch while I get more food? I’ll be doing the work today,” Mason said, smiling as he took the plate back to the kitchen. Adam would’ve been lying if he didn’t say he was nervous, wondering if it was going to be ok to let someone else do it.

After thirty minutes, the front door was knocked on. Mason answered and payed for the fast food he ordered, turning around with a beaming smile after closing the door. “Here’s the food! I got a lot so we can stuff you nice and round,” Mason said with a smile, picking up a cheeseburger out of one of the bags.

Mason placed the whole cheeseburger in the portal before Adam could say anything, the mage huffing a little at the sudden weight of the burger. Adam watched as his stomach seemed to press out slightly, rubbing his stomach a little as he felt comfortable full. Mason repeated this process with four more hamburgers, Adam rubbing his stomach as it bloated little by little.

Adam was now uncomfortably full, rubbing his small bump of a belly for a moment. He looked up when he heard the pop of a soda being opened, his eyes widening as Mason began pouring a two liter Sprite in the portal. Adam felt the carbonation in his stomach, watching as his poor stomach doubled in size. He immediately began burping, the carbonation slowly inflating his already full stomach.

Mason didn’t waste any time before he picked up another bag, opening it and pulling out some French fries. He dumped in container after container, not leaving room for Adam to say anything as he felt the food mash into his stomach with the soda and burgers. The mage was still a burping mess, sighing as he felt the carbonation finally go away.

Adam gingerly pressed against his stomach, sighing as he saw the small food baby that rested in his stomach. “Alright, I think I’m done. That was a lot of food,” Adam said, rubbing his stomach as he spoke. His shirt definitely fit more snuggly now, but it wasn’t tight. Mason didn’t like that.

He picked up another burger, looking at if for a moment before he put it in the portal. “I was gonna have a few, but you seem to need them more,” Mason said, watching as Adam stared in horror. Mason added five more cheeseburgers after that, watching as Adam became a moaning mess. Ten cheeseburgers definitely wasn’t a light meal.

Adam’s stomach was now gently tugging at his shirt, the male panting slightly at the pressure in his stomach. Even his sweat pants were beginning to slide under the curved dome of his stomach. But that didn’t stop Mason, he seemed to be enjoying it too much. He opened another two liter of sprite, watching as Adam shook his head no.

Mason poured the Sprite anyway, watching Adam hold his distended abdomen as his stomach gurgled and bloated more. Adam’s shirt slowly slid up as his stomach expanded, burping soon emerging from Adam’s mouth.

“This is how it’s done, but you’re not even close to what I have for you,” Mason said, grabbing some more food as he spoke. This process went on for another hour, Adam complaining as he was force fed more food. Mason gave him the last of the food, sitting on the couch next to Adam.

“There, all done. Now look at you, you’re so helpless,” Mason said, chuckling as he placed his hand on Adam’s large stomach. He had placed so much solid food, that his stomach was going to take awhile to break down the burgers he had fed him whole.

Mason sat next to Adam and immediately began to massage at the tender abdomen of his friend, watching as Adam visibly relaxed. “That feels so freaking good…” Adam said, slowly falling asleep as Mason continued to help the food work through his system.

“Let’s do this again another time. Just let me digest this first,” Adam said drowsily, eventually falling asleep as Mason continued to massage his swollen abdomen. Mason could only chuckle, knowing that this would’ve happened anyway, even if Adam didn’t want it too.

AKNDJABDNABS HELLO AGAIN!!! Thank you for sending in another story, I do love me some magic stuffing :)))

[the-devils-girl94]

Distracting Thoughts

Prompt: Stranded On A Boat

Characters: Beelzebub x Fem!MC

Content Warnings: Masturbation, MC has thalassophobia(a fear of the ocean and other large bodies of water), MC fantasizing about Beel, lots of smutty good times with Beel

(I like how there is a word for how I feel about large bodies of water. Did not expect it to be this long ass word though.)

Another fic for @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut challenge! Enjoy!

“How on Earth did I end up in this mess?”

A heavy sigh left your lips and you buried your face into your hands.

Right now, you were stuck in the middle of the sea on a boat that Lord Diavolo had outright purchased. Not everything was going so bad, but you wouldn’t be feeling so slighted if everything was going good either.

Oh no, no. It was simply terrible.

For one thing, while you weren’t in immediate danger, being stuck in the middle of the freaking ocean was downright terrifying! All you could think of was scary scenarios of you drowning in this never-ending sea. Like the boat could sink and you could drown, you could fall over the edge and drown, or you could fall over the edge and a nearby shark could see you as a tasty snack and that could be your end. Your mind just kept coming up with the most exaggerated and impossible one-in-a-million chance scenarios that really did no good for you.

You hated being anywhere near large bodies of water, but there was one thing that kept some of the thoughts at bay. And that was you weren’t entirely alone.

You sat on the back deck of the boat Diavolo had purchased, far away from either edge that you didn’t want to be near, and before you was the ever-so lively Demon Brothers of the House of Lamentation. In short, your lively roommates who just make everything so much better...sometimes. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos was there as well but they mostly kept to themselves with Diavolo mostly sunbathing.

Your mind felt more at ease with the guys around since you knew if any of the scenarios did happen, they would not hesitate to immediately step in to save you. Though you still hope it would never have to come to that in the first place. You felt most safe around Beelzebub, the sixth born. 

Your eyes caught him in the pool that was several feet away from you. He was joined by his twin and locked in a fierce game with the second and third born. Well, you say fierce but its clear that Beelzebub is the victor. Mammon and Leviathan were no match against Beel’s pure strength. And had Belphegor been with anyone else besides his twin, he definitely would not have stood a chance against a team up of his older brothers.

You weren’t too interested in their game play, however. Your eyes were trained on Beel. Even before this boat fiasco, your eyes have never strayed far away from the gluttonous demon. For a long time, you didn’t know if it was a crush or if you’re just naturally drawn to his sweet nature.

“Or maybe that chiseled body of his.”

The tips of your ears grew hot as the thought crept in, replacing your previous anxiety-ridden thoughts. Your mind soon became riddled with images of Beelzebub’s torso. Mostly of his glorious pecs and washboard abs because this demon was built like a freaking Greek God. God knew exactly what he was doing when he made him, but him being a demon made his appeal so much greater! It was, in every sense of the word, sinful.

You were brought back to reality when you heard a large splash and some yelling. You looked up in time to see Levi and Mammon getting flung out of the pool by Beel, all while Belphie napped out on a floating donut. The whole thing brought you to tears as you laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. Mammon had caught you laughing and scolded you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny!,” he yelled, but you continued to chuckle. You felt a little bad, but it was so unexpected as Beel had grabbed them by their feet and literally threw them out.

“(Y/N) witnessed our defeat...how uber lame,” muttered Leviathan as he rubbed his now aching back.

Wiping away your tears, you let out an amused sigh and went off on your own to explore the boat. You were unaware of Beel calling after you as you walked away.

________________________________________________________________

You thought it would be a good idea to explore the boat since Lord Diavolo had bought it and anything he buys is always luxurious. And it was but...

As you wandered the halls, you suddenly understood what sailors meant by sea legs. Although the boat was mostly steady, there would be an occasional gentle rocking of the boat. And had it been anyone else, it would have been fine but no! It completely unsettled you and your thoughts once again became filled with disturbing scenarios of that all ended in you meeting your end in some extreme way or another.

“Oh why did I think it was okay to go off on my own?,” you thought.

Feeling sick to your stomach, you thought it best to just retire to your room and calm your incessant thoughts. You flopped onto your bed and buried your face into your pillow. You hope this day would end so you could finally get off this nightmare. You tried to refocus your mind on something else, because even with you running through every possibility of drowning in every way possible, you were aware that you were in safe hands. None of the brothers would ever let you meet such an end in this never-ending sea full of wonders and mysteries.

You thought back to earlier and found yourself thinking of Beel once more.

The images from earlier made you kick your legs as your face became hot and flushed. You groaned into your pillow with frustration.

“Fuuuuckkkk!,” you screamed internally, feeling slightly ashamed for thinking about Beelzebub in such a manner. But thinking of him did make the other thoughts fade away to the background. Plus you may have a crush on him, so..was it totally wrong to fantasize about him showing up to your room, body dripping with water and looking at you with lust filled eyes?

....Okay, hold up, that actually is kinda hot.

It was the most prevalent image in your head. It made you wonder if you would have the chance to actually have Beel in your room and let him take you. Or maybe have the courage to be that daring?

You felt a tingling sensation between your legs and rolled on your back, blushing. You dwelled on the thought a little more to the point that it became a fantasy. And you imagined Beelzebub crawling towards you on your bed until his face was a couple inches away from yours. His rough hands were on your thighs, lifting them up so your clothed sex could feel the hardness of his bulge clothed from the thin material of his swim shorts.

The heat within your core began to grow and before you knew it, you were already trying to calm the growing heat with your hand. You were craving for the imaginary touch that only existed in your mind. Rubbing against your clit, the fantasy progressed into Beel removing your clothes and pushing his shorts down to free his hardened member. You imagined him stroking his cock against your sensitive slit that was getting wetter and wetter in reality.

Your breathing became heavy and you brought up a free hand to go under your shirt and bra to twist at your nipples. The fantasy continued as you imagined Beel dipping his fingers inside of you, stretching out your pussy to prepare you for him.

Moans started to escape from your lips as your hands worked on your body to bring you the stimulation and release you desperately searched for. You weren’t aware of it but you were also moaning Beel’s name. Apparently you were being a bit loud, because you failed to hear the knocking at your door and the sound of it opening until...

“(Y/N).”

You snapped out of your fantasy-filled haze when you heard your name. Suffice to say, you were extremely embarrassed to find a blushing Beelzebub in your room, half-eaten snacks in his hands. You quickly covered yourself up with a shout, but it was much too late. You were sure that he had saw everything. He probably even heard you too.

“Waah! I’m so fucking embarrassed! Oh my God,” you cringed, trying so hard to fold in on yourself so you could disappear. 

“Ah, (Y/N)! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in like that,” he apologized profusely. He saw your covers move a bit but no sign of you poking your head out. You whined as you stammered out, “It’s fine! I should have locked my door. I didn’t mean for you to see me...like that...so.”

Ahhh, if anything was more worse than drowning in an ocean where your body likely won’t be found, it was definitely having your crush walk in on you masturbating to him. Ok, maybe not that much worse but still! Tears began to well up in your eyes and you fully expected for Beelzebub to walk out as this situation must have been a bit awkward. But instead you felt your bed dip in a bit as another weight was added. A hand was placed on your back and started rubbing in circles. Your lip trembled as your tears fell, because WHY WAS HE SO FREAKING SWEET!? 

Yeah, you were definitely crushing on him. This is why he was the only one on the crush list.

Beelzebub could feel you trembling and his face was still red from walking in on you. Though if he had to admit it, seeing you like that really turned him on. And to hear you moan his name so wantonly was like music to his ears. But he still felt bad because it was your private time that he interrupted. All because he wanted to hang out with you since he wanted to do so earlier, but you didn’t hear him calling after you.

But now there was a massive elephant in the room and neither of you knew how to bring it up without it becoming more awkward. Or your in case more embarrassed.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Beel?”

“I’m still sorry for earlier. I wanted to hangout, but do...do you want me help you a bit?”

You shot up like a rocket and turned wide-eyed to face a startled Beelzebub, who was feeling a bit pervy for asking you that question. But to you, he didn’t need to feel like that because this was the moment you were thinking of earlier! You started to laugh at the irony, causing Beel to become confused which you noticed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you, Beel!,” you chuckled out. “It was just that earlier I was thinking of what would I do if I had you in my room all to myself.”

At that, the gentle giant smiled at you, understanding why you were laughing. He crawled towards you, his face a few inches from yours. You were smiling but your face grew warm.

“So is it a ‘yes’?,” he asked, though his lips were drawing in close to yours.

“Y-yes-mmph,” his lips had closed in on yours and you felt his hands come up to your shoulders. Sliding off the covers from your body, Beel gently laid you back on the bed. You wrapped your arms around him as he coaxed your mouth open with a bit of prodding from his tongue. You could taste the sweetness of the snacks he had earlier as your tongues became entangled. You gasped when he pulled away.

Beelzebub set his focus on leaving kisses on your neck, starting a trail. He got to your breasts and cupped them in his hands, firmly squeezing them. A squeal escaped from your lips when you felt his wet tongue teasing your nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, pulling before letting it go with a pop.

"Ahhaaa, Beel! Please," you pleaded as he devoured your chest. You couldn't take it with him pulling, twisting, and sucking on your sensitive nubs. Your hands had moved to his forearms and you held a firm grip on them as Beel sucked away.

With a final tug, he left your poor nipples alone, going back to his task of leaving butterfly kisses on your body. Your body trembled with ecstasy but soon jolted from a shock when you felt a wet appendage lapping at your swollen clit.

Once Beel had finished leaving you kisses, he came across your pussy, still wet and glistening from when you were masturbating to him. His eyes darkened as his mind drifted back to that scene of you pleasuring yourself, seeing your delectable juices dripping your core.

He just knew that he had to taste you. To devour such a pretty, pink platter that was meant for him to sample. As soon as his tongue made contact with your clit, he felt you jump but he continued to lap at it, enjoying the taste and fragrance you gave off. You squirmed and your pants started to fill the room. Your toes curled and your feet had a hard time not slipping off your sheets as you encouraged Beel to keep going.

His tongue parted your puffy, pussy lips and he noticed your legs trembling. So he hooked his hands underneath your knees, spreading them further to her better access. He let your legs rest on his shoulders, all the while keeping his mouth on you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted over and over as your back arched, wanting to rub your sex over his tongue. You could feel yourself coming undone and on the verge of cumming. Beel's member twitched against the thin fabric of his swim shorts as he could tell your release was imminent, but...

Reluctantly, he pulled away from your pussy. He really wanted you to release all your tasty juices over his cock. He wiped away the mix of his saliva and your own cream from his chin.

You groaned but it turned into a squeak when Beel crawled back on top of you. Your legs were still over his shoulders and so you felt your body being folded in half but it wasn't too uncomfortable. But it aroused you more as you could feel his bulge heavy against your sex. You wanted it inside, for it to stretch your walls as you take every inch Beel gave you. For you to cream all over it so you could lick it off him and he could do it all over again.

Beelzebub's lips pressed against yours and you wasted no time parting your lips so his tongue could share the taste of your pussy. You could feel Beel's hands fumbling to pull down his shorts to let his cock finally breath. His lips never left yours, even as he guided his cock to your hole. You had braced yourself but was pleasantly surprised when he sanked into you with ease, but it still raised a moan out of you as your wall stretched to accommodate him.

Beel broke the kiss to let out a hissing sound as your pussy took him in so smoothly. He could feel you clenching around him, wanting to greedily take in more. But he was fully seated inside you, his balls pressed firmly against the plumpness of your ass.

"Shit...(Y/N), you feel so fucking amazing," he said as he recaptured your lips with his and rocked his hips to get a little friction going. He pulled back until only half of his dick was inside and slammed back into you. He repeated the action a few more times, drawing out moans that ended up getting swallowed up by him.

You pulled away from the kiss to cry out freely as he set a hard, quick pace as his hips connected with yours repeatedly. The slapping sound of your skin colliding overcome the sounds of your moans and cries. Beel couldn't help but groan at the way your pussy tightened around him with every thrust. Your body trembled against his as the heat became overwhelming. Your hands scrambled to grip at something, changing from scratching at Beelzebub's back or balling up your sheets into your fist, as you feared that the pleasure was going to take you away.

The seams were tearing and Beel could feel you were close as your pussy convulsed around him. So he sat up, holding your legs up, and pounded away at you. Your moans turned to screams and chants of Beel's name as his cock wrecked you.

"Beeeeel! I'm cumming, cumming!," you screamed, but it didn't deter him even as your released overflowed on his cock. The consistent clenching of your pussy finally drove him over the edge and his seed coated the inside of your walls, a deep growl erupted from him as he pressed his cock deep inside you.

With the both of you spent for the moment, Beel slipped out of you and collapsed beside you. However, he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer. You sighed contently, feeling very much satiated as well as Beelzebub.

You felt lips pressing against your forehead and giggled before giving Beel a chaste kiss on the lip.

"That was amazing," you smiled. You saw his cheeks redden and the hug tightens.

"I-I would like to do that again...maybe sometime," spoke the blushing giant as he looked into your eyes.

The tips of your ears turning red as you agreed.

You figured this boat nightmare wasn't too bad as you snuggled up to Beel's chest, wondering if you had the courage to say you like him.

You saved the thought for another day to ponder later.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Church (Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Choi San × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, College AU, Friends to Enemies(?), Enemies to Lovers (?)

Summary: He used to be her best friend until he abandoned not only his childhood beliefs, but her in the process. One night, he decides to show her a glimpse of what she's been missing out on. Inspired by Chase Atlantic's Church .

Word Count: 6.3+K

Warnings: Mentions of religious beliefs, brazen college parties, allusions to alcohol/nicotine intake, body insecurity (reader has small breasts), oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, body worship/praise, slight cumplay, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (always use protection), slight corruption kink, inexperienced reader, experienced San. (Probably forgot something)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @brie02 @deja-vux @a-soft-hornytiny @multidreams-and-desires @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie

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The infamous rebel let out a pernicious snicker when he saw the serene and usually proper former acquaintance walk in his direction.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that really the pastor's prissy little daughter out past her bedtime in a college party?" He found the situation much too amusing that he just had to point it out.

"I have a name you know." The female he was referring to halted in her steps to turn her head and give him an unkind and unfriendly look.

"You have several, actually. There's goody two shoes, priss, prude, prig-"

"Oh shut the fuck up Choi San." She scoffed as she began walking away from him, already feeling annoyed by his presence.

The man trailed after her, his face donning a shocked expression as he flailed his arms around in a dramatic way.

"Guys it's happening! The apocalypse is really here if L/N Y/N has not only attended a wild party full of debauchery, but her mouth has actually uttered out cursed words!" He shouted out, the other attendants either joining in laughing at her or ignoring him in favor of the bottles or sticks in their fingers.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means." She turned to look at him with a mocking smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Please, I know a lot more than you have ever pretended to know." He clicked his tongue, elbow coming up to rest on the wall next to him.

"Is that why you turnt corrupt and abandoned everything you believe in?" She couldn't help but spat back at him.

"Hey at least I was honest and didn't hide it like you people who lead double lives. Preaching one thing but living the total opposite. You're all nothing but a bunch of hypocrites." The venom in his voice was unmistakable, nose scrunching up in disgust as he remembered gross sins he had more often than not had witnessed from people who claimed to be pure and holy.

"I do not lead a double life." She remarked.

"Oh really? Then why the hell are you here in a college party? Full of alcohol, drugs and walking STDs? Riddle me that princess." His foot tapped against the floor, patiently awaiting an answer from her.

Y/N swallowed the non existent lump in her throat and turned her gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to see what it was like. Just once." She admitted begrudgingly, the man in front of her chuckling lowly.

"Well you sure are going to have a lot to confess on Sunday to your dad. Silly girl, walking into the lion's pit like this." He jeered at her.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Just because I came here doesn't mean I've done anything morally wrong." She counteracted his words to which he only snorted.

"Yet."

Tired of his overly obnoxious attitude, Y/N spun on her heel to get away from him, but she spun so carelessly and fast that she ended up bumping into another classmate who unfortunately was holding a full cup of beer that ended up being doused all over her white blouse.

"Oops! Sorry, my bad." He excused himself, looking completely unapologetic about the situation.

Meanwhile Y/N looked absolutely horrified as she took in the drenched state of her shirt that now had the stench of alcohol on it. The fact San was bursting out in giggles only served to make her even more mad.

"Now tell me how do you plan on explaining that to dear old-"

"Can it San or I swear I'll gauge your eyes out." She threatened him as she stormed out the building, not caring that she bumped into a few figures on her way out.

Feeling just a bit of empathy for his old friend, San sighed softly before following after her. Upon catching up to her, he took hold of her wrist and started dragging her in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off me! I will not hesitate to scream!" She tried tugging her arm away.

"Calm down I'm not planning on kidnapping or anything like that sweetheart. I'm taking you back to my car."

She let out a dry laugh at that.

"But that's not kidnapping?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have a spare shirt in the backseat that you can change into. Unless you wanna go home smelling like PBR." He looked back to see the mess one more time, lips curling up into a smirk.

Against her better judgment, she allowed him to take her all the way where his car was parked, standing there quietly as San rummaged through the backseat before taking out a clean plain white tshirt and held it out to her.

"Here. Put it on."

She looked at him with a face that asked if he was stupid.

"Well what?" He asked.

"Oh yes..I'm totally going to strip in a middle of the street and let anyone passing by see." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh for fuck's sake, there's nobody here, nobody is going to see and frankly I don't think anyone cares about seeing your non existent boobs." He scorned at her as he gestured to her chest.

"Ok rude and uncalled for." She felt slightly hurt by his comment, having always been somewhat insecure about the size of her chest.

"Don't look." She warned him.

"Not like I want to." He jeered at her as he turned away to not only give her privacy, but to also serve as a lookout for anyone that might accidentally show up and see the scene. He could hear her behind him tearing off her clothes and then slipping it back on.

"Ok there. I'm done." Y/N announced as she stuffed the soiled shirt into her bag.

"Not even a thank you?" San pouted slightly, to which Y/N gave a feigned smile.

"Thanks."

With that said and done, she brushed past him and started walking away, absolutely done with the night.

"Careful not to get caught sneaking back inside your house." She heard San say from behind.

"For your information I'm not living with them anymore. I moved into the dorms 2 months ago." She stated in a matter of factly, a proud look on her face.

"Well in that case....want to ride back with me?" He offered.

"Yeah no, I'd rather take my chances at being kidnapped and then butchered up. Besides, I wouldn't want to cut your wild night short." She declined the offer.

"Stop being so negative Nancy and accept my generosity. Geez."

Running over to her, he quickly snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her shocked exclaims and protests.

"Now this is really kidnapping!" She declared.

"Yeah I know, now shut up before I duct tape that bratty mouth of yours." San grinned mischievously as he tossed her into the backseat and shut the door before striding over to get on the driver's seat.

"Oh come on. Stop looking at me like I'm a criminal. Just because I indulge in a few sins every now and then, doesn't make me into a bad person." He stated when he saw the dirty look she gave him.

"Whatever." She muttered as she locked in her seatbelt.

San opted for just driving back to the dorms and get Y/N tucked in her bed since it was clear to him she needed it.

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"You're lucky my roommate is on vacation, otherwise I would have left your ass back there." Y/N spewed out as she threw her keys onto her dresser.

"Thanks Y/N, I always said you were the nicest and most giving person in the planet." San complimented her as he felt he should given she was letting him stay the night in her dorm after a little tiny incident with his keys dropping inside one of the manholes surrounding the university. And the administration office wouldn't be open til the morning, meaning he was screwed unless his roommate showed up to let him in, but that was a definite no since San knew Seonghwa would definitely end up in someone else's bed and come back til the next day, hickeys plastered all over his neck and chest.

"No, you always said I was the most stuck up-"

San shushed her by pressing a hand over her mouth.

"You dwell so much on the present image of me you drew up in your head that you completely erased the friend you had all those years ago." He slid his hand off her mouth, shoulders slumping down as he turned away from her to crouch on the floor.

"That friend doesn't exist anymore, that is if he even existed in the first place. If I recall, my friend wasn't into parties, booze, vaping, tattoos, piercings and fucking around with every whore in the school."

San didn't say anything as he heard her ramble, he just let her talk away as she started pulling out spare blankets and pillows for him to use.

"My Sannie was sweet, cute, adorable, always ready to lend people help and respectful to others." She reminisced with a sad look. Pulling her expression straight, she laid out the blankets and started arranging them neatly on the floor.

"I still am."

San's voice was so quiet that she barely registered that he even opened his mouth in the first place, but she heard him.

"Maybe if you weren't so puffed up with pride and didn't cut me off after I cut ties with the church, you'd see that I'm still the way I was. You think I changed completely because of ink and metal on my body? Because I wanted to try certain substances and yes, satisfy some perfectly normal and humane needs?"

Y/N averted her gaze from him and continued the task she was in. San let out a despondent scoff.

"Of course you do. And yet didn't I just demonstrate to you back there that I haven't changed? Giving you my shirt, giving you a ride, yeah I know, it's not much and no big deal, but wasn't those the types of things I'd do even back then?"

Y/N's tongue poked against her cheek as she knew she couldn't deny that was San said was absolutely true. He did nothing different back at the party as he used to do years ago. Helping old ladies with grocery bags, giving away some of his clothes to less fortunate kids, he was always known as being such a giving and kind person.....

No wonder so many were devastated when it was announced he had resigned as a member of the church. Y/N herself was hurt and even indignated by his decision. And after that she adamantly refused to see him or talk to him, and of course San respected her decision and avoided contacting her so as to not make her uncomfortable. He understood that their friendship was broken and he wasn't going to overstep boundaries just to try and fix it when the other party didn't want it. So he just decided to live his life as he thought was right without his conscience bothering him. And he was much happier now, he felt free, something that he had never felt before. Perhaps he was so chained down by formality, discipline, strict regulations and even fear that he didn't realize that he was miserable all that time until his eyes were fully open and he found he didn't like what he saw, especially after seeing the dark and ugly side of what was supposed to be a safe and pure sanctuary. He was let down severely and he suffered in the process. But now that was behind him and he had no regrets......

Except Y/N. He truly missed her and her company. As he laid on the makeshift bed on the floor, he found himself unable to sleep as he recalled all those fond times spent with her. The trips to the lake, hiking, first day of school, their first accident after he had gotten his driver's license. He let out an involuntary smile at that memory. Unbeknownst to him, the girl on her bed was equally reminiscing on the old days filled with her best friend. She had been so alone ever since she distanced herself from him, the world now feeling empty and cold without him. Shifting around in her bed, she whined into her pillow as she desperate tried to sleep.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Her question startled San momentarily.

"Are you that sleep deprived that you're suddenly asking me to confess my worst sins?" He chuckled amusedly.

"Maybe it'll help me get actual sleep, I don't know. And.... I'm just curious." She clutched one of her plushies and started messing around with it.

"Curiosity killed the cat and I don't think your virgin mind will be able to handle my confession." He asserted confidently.

"I'm not a virgin, but oh well. Just tell me, what's the worst?" Her casual response made San flip out. He sat upright and kneeled at the front of her bed with an incredulous look.

"What do you mean you're not a virgin? When did you-?" He was so flabbergasted he wouldn't even finish his sentence.

Rolling over to where he was, Y/N smirked at him.

"Uh uh. I asked you a question first and you have to answer it before I can answer any you want."

Knowing he had no alternative, San placed his chin on the top of her mattress.

"Had a threesome with 2 of our professors." He laughed when he saw how shocked Y/N looked.

"What?! No way!" She refused to believe him.

"It's true. I won't tell you who they were since you won't be able to look at them the same way if I did...... I'll just dish this: they both got really huge tits and it's a shame they're married." He admitted with a smug expression.

"I can't believe you." She fanned her face which she was sure was now a deep crimson color.

"Ok now your turn. When did this happen? Who was it with?"

Y/N didn't even mind that San got up and crawled into her bed to lay down next to her. His face was rested on his hands as he looked at her with intense inquisitiveness. Knowing she'd have to talk about it sooner or later, she thought it would be best if San was the one to know since he would never tell anyone else and he'd understand since he was tainted as well.

"Remember when that group of missionaries came to stay over at our city for a while back in high school?"

San nodded, vividly remembering everything. Y/N blushed and smiled shyly.

"Do you remember that there was a family with a son our age? Chase?"

San widened his eyes and flopped over on his back as his hands came to hide his face.

"Oh dear lord, please don't tell me it was that Canadian boy." He groaned in pain.

"Yeah....yeah it was."

San couldn't stop cringing at the thought of his friend doing such a thing.

"How even did that happen?" He was so lost.

"I don't know! It just did ok? It happened while we were out in that camping trip. Somewhere there, we were left alone and we started talking about everything and nothing til it spiraled into talking about sex and us being virgins decided to see what was the big deal....." She bit her lower lip as the memory flashed in her mind. Looking over at San, she knew he was judging her as she expected. A tiny snort escaped his lips.

"That must have been the worst 45 seconds of your life." He joked, earning him a slap on his chest by Y/N's hand.

"It was not 45 seconds!............. it was 2 minutes."

San only laughed harder at that, nearly crying from how funny it was to him. He composed himself though when he saw how embarrassed Y/N looked about it. Feeling bad for laughing at her expense, he cleared his throat and patted her head.

"It's ok. First times are always awkward and uncomfortable. The problem was you weren't prepared and you were both inexperienced. He just didn't know how to please you."

Y/N couldn't help herself as she asked:

"And I suppose you can?"

Flipping onto his stomach, San cupped her chin with his hand and ran his thumb across her lower lip.

"Don't tread on dangerous territory little angel lest you want an evil demon to corrupt you." He warned her, and although he wouldn't actually follow through on it, he did want to tease her a little. But he wasn't expecting for Y/N to play along to his teasing, only she was not joking at all as she brought her face closer to his.

"Maybe I want you to corrupt me, show me what I've been missing out on." She brushed her lips against his, tongue daring to poke out and press on his slit briefly, leaving him stunned.

"You have no idea what you're asking for princess." San mused as he held himself back from touching her.

"I know what I'm asking for Choi San and what I'm asking for....is you." She responded with confidence.

Escaping from underneath the blanket that covered her, Y/N reclined back on the mattress, her head laying on her soft pillow as she gestured for San to come over to her, which he promptly did. Parting her legs so he could fit his body between them, he smirked softly down at her eagerness, fingers brushing against the soft skin on her thighs.

"You're serious about this?" He wanted to make sure it wouldn't be something she'd regret.

"I already messed up once, what's one more time gonna do?" She pulled him down against her, not caring when he lost balance and accidentally crushed her under him with his muscular body.

"Besides...." Wanting to further entice him, Y/N brushed her lips against his ear.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want to fuck me. That you don't want to stuff that hard cock of yours into my tight and inexperienced pussy. Bet you're itching to tear into me until I'm crying under you. Don't you want that?"

San let out a moan at hearing such filthy and depraved talk from her. It only fueled his appetite and hunger for indulging in carnal desires.

"Yes... I want that.... I want you."

Closing space between them, San molded his lips over hers, encasing them in a sloppy and wet kiss. Y/N could faintly make out the leftover scent of alcohol and nicotine as she let him taste her mouth, but she didn't mind or felt grossed out by it. She just kept her lips parted and allowed him to move his tongue freely inside her. Cupping her cheeks, San continued to roll his tongue over hers, massaging it gently with both deep yet gentle strokes. When he pulled away, he made sure to tuck her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as Y/N let out a moan that was like music to his ears. Pausing briefly, their lips were barely touching as they breathed in each other's air. San was the first one to break into a smile, the one that had Y/N melting since it displayed his dimples to the fullest.

"Never thought I'd hear that sound come out of your pretty mouth." He teased her.

"S-shut up." She frowned, hand reaching up to smack his chest.

"It's not a bad thing. I like it. Now let's see if I can make sure you keep them up."

Stuffing his face into her neck, San ghosted his lips across her skin, tongue subtly poking out solely to hear her breath hitch slightly. Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, his lips opened up so they could firmly latch and spread wet kisses across her neck. Y/N gasped when she felt teeth sink down, head tilting back to give San more room which he took advantage of. Focusing on particular spots that he knew she was sensitive in, he sucked her skin into his mouth. Each time he pulled away, he reveled when he saw the finished mark that was now painted on her skin.

"I would love to see your parent's reaction to my love bites." He brushed a fingers across the newest spot he just embedded in her body, hand then reaching up to suddenly clasp around her neck. Y/N shuddered when his grip got tighter, her oxygen intake getting cut and making her feel hazy, but it was nonetheless enjoyable. Snaking a hand under her shirt, or more like his shirt, San swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he started to pull the material up.

"How about I make some matching ones all across your pretty chest?"

Before he could lift the shirt any further, Y/N's hand clasped around his wrist, preventing him from moving any further.

"Don't." She begged him.

San retracted his hands away from her, fearing he made her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologized and began to move away from her, but Y/N's hands raked against his thighs to keep him in place.

"No, it's not you. It's just..... if we're going to do this, can I keep the shirt on? I don't...." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she admitted an insecurity of hers.

"I don't like my chest. My boobs are too small, it's unflattering and I'd rather you not see them." She slowly opened her eyes to see his reaction. San had a sad look on his face, bottom lip poking out as his fingers came up to brush against her cheek. Remembering what he had previously said back in the parking loyal, he felt terrible for saying that ill intended joke about her body. He probably hurt her and he didn't realize it.

"Y/N don't say that. Your chest size doesn't matter. You're beautiful the way you are and I bet underneath that layer is clothing there is the cutest and most adorable set of boobs in the world." She let out an involuntary giggle at his words, letting him run his hand down her clothed sternum.

"But if that's what you want, I'll respect it. Either way, my tshirt looks amazing on you." He acknowledged rather cockily.

Shifting further back, San took hold of the top of her shorts, making sure to look at her.

"Are you ok with these coming off?"

Y/N resisted the temptation to slap the top of his head.

"If you don't take them off, how are you going to fuck me genius?" She retorted.

"You'd be surprised at what I've learned." He uttered, mostly to himself than at her.

Like an expert, he practically tore her shorts down her legs, panties falling to the floor along with them. Y/N let out a soft squeal when he took hold of her thighs and brought her down so his face was at eye level with her most intimate part. San took a few seconds to admire her bare mound, lips parted and threatening to start drooling all over her thighs. Pressing both thumbs against each one is her lips, San pried her folds open, staring intently as he now clearly saw all of her.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna need to prep you real good. I can tell you're going to be really tight."

She wanted to ask him what he meant by prep, but her words got caught in her throat when she felt his tongue delve into her core. She had never felt someone's mouth anywhere near her folds and she regretted not having experienced it before. Her eyes shut tight as she marveled at the sensation of San's tongue lapping at her bud, his lips making sure to enclose all around the flesh surrounding it before giving it gentle suckles. Shaky breaths blew out from her mouth, her legs wanting to close themselves around San's head but his firm grip on her thighs kept it from happening. He kept her knees pinned to the bed as his mouth continued to ravish at her taste, sloppily consuming her heat fervently. Her mind was so occupied in what he was doing that she didn't register the hand that slowly crept away from her thigh until she felt something poke at her entrance.

"Oh-" She gasped, opening her eyes to see what was going on.

"Relax princess. It's just my finger.....for now." He momentarily pulled off her heat to let her know what was happening before diving back in to continue his task of eating her out.

His finger inside her felt a little weird at first, sliding in slowly before pulling out only to plunge itself back into her. During one of those times where she expected him to slide back in, she was surprised when she felt herself being stretched out as San curled a second finger inside her. Keeping them lodged there, he began scissoring them alternatively so he could further spread her walls apart. During one of those movements, his fingertips brushed along her hood, making her hips slightly jolt up into San's face, who smiled against her folds as he now knew exactly where to angle his hips for later. Using this new knowledge, that was probably unbeknownst to Y/N, he slipped his fingers deeper into her, knuckles deep as he moved his tips rhythmically on the the spot he found. Y/N's mouth fell wide open into an 'O' as whiny gasps and airy moans poured out of it. San's mouth latched to her clit and his fingers working deep in her hole was producing a stirring in the lower pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite make out. But it felt good, especially since it continued to grow more and more, almost as if it was a cord about to snap.

"San- wait. I feel, I feel-" She couldn't finish her sentence as her body trembled slightly, a flood of overwhelming pleasure washing over her that was prolonged by San drinking up the juices that spilled forth out of her body. He didn't pull away until he made sure to swallow every drop she had to give.

"Aren't you grossed out?" She asked him, always having wondered about that.

"Nope. I love licking girl's pussies, especially if they're as sweet as yours." He affirmed while pulling his shirt off his body.

Y/N turned her flustered face away from him, keeping her gaze locked on the wall to her right, which was decorated with several polaroids of her with her family, friends and members of her church, some of them even had San in them, back when they were inseparable. Before she could become nostalgic, a strong set of hands clutched her chin and teared her gaze away from the pictures, forcing her to stare at the now naked man in front of her.

"Forget about that for now. Right now I want your full attention on me and what we're about to do. After we're done, that image of a good girl you have will gone." His words seemed to almost taunt her.

Although she tried not to look, Y/N's eyes fell in between San's legs, filled with astonishment when she glimpsed for the very first time at her former friend's member, fully erect and leaking at the tip as it awaited to be hugged by her warm walls.

"Like it? Maybe later I'll let you play with it." San giggled when her eyes shot up at him in surprise.

Placing himself to hover above her, he hummed lowly as he slowly stuffed himself inside her, working her open until he was fully nestled inside her warmth. Although she felt a light burn scraping against her inner walls, it wasn't unpleasant or painful like her first time. She could tell San knew exactly what he was doing as he began rolling his hips. Perfectly recalling exactly where to aim at, he made sure to angle his thrusts accordingly so each time he pushed back in, he'd hit her pleasure spot.

"Oh God-" Y/N exclaimed when he continued to brushed against the hood of her core.

"Really think it's a good idea to call out the good lord's name when I'm balls deep inside your pussy?" He asked with a malicious smirk plastered across his face.

"No baby. Tonight your only lord is me."

Pinning her wrists above her head, San continued pushing his cock deeper into her. The harsh pounding of his hips against hers was becoming louder, their bodies starting to get heated and producing sweat. Y/N couldn't do anything but whimper and wrap her legs around San's waist, keeping him firmly locked to her body. She closed her eyes once more as she felt the same familiar feeling from before start piling up, only it felt more intense and stronger probably due to the fact that she was getting railed to her bed by her ex best friend, whom she still cared about deeply. She was definitely not planning on making up with him this way, but holy hell, she couldn't deny that he was making her feel so many emotions at once. Pleasure, lust, satisfaction, happiness, euphoria, love? Perhaps that last one was definitely a stretch, but she blamed her confused thoughts on how well his cock was abusing her hole. She felt unable to focus on anything except him.

"Clenching so hard around me babygirl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock?"

Slipping one hand in between their bodies, San pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth so it would serve as an extra push to tip her over the edge. Y/N splayed her hands on San's lower back, nails raking against his skin, causing him to hiss.

"Fuck- am I seriously making you feel that good babygirl?" He knew for a fact he was feeling absolutely amazing, her tight warmth gripping along his shaft, making it hard for him to hold back much longer.

"Mmm yeah." She shamelessly moaned.

"Am I better than your first?" Although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to feed his ego and hear her say it.

"So much better! It feels so fucking good." She inhaled sharply when that she began to feel the sensation from before. With even louder cries from before, her body shook underneath San's, blood rushing to her head as an even greater orgasm coursed through her body. She was left speechless, a full on panting mess even after San had pulled out of her after helping her ride out her high.

"Oh geez. Shit." San's voice rasped out as he jerked himself off, his cum painting her thighs white, not stopping until he had finished coating them with everything he had to give.

Looking down at the mess, Y/N couldn't suppress a tiny giggle, one of her hands clasping over her mouth while the other picked up some of his cum and spread it between her fingers.

"Having fun there?" San grinned, finding her fascinated gaze to be completely adorable to him.

"Yeah.." She said as sat up to get a better look at the cum around her thighs.

"Well I was going to clean it off you, but seeing as you're so entertained by it, I'll just leave you with it."

Not forgetting that he was merely a guest, San slid himself off her bed and plopped his tired body onto the blankets on the floor. Closing his eyes, he was thinking he would finally be able to sleep, but he found his plans thwarted when he felt a pair of hands graze across his chest. Looking up, he found Y/N straddling his lap, biting down on her lower lip as she grinded her wet folds along his softened dick which was now becoming hard again thanks to her.

"What in the world are you doing you crazy girl?" He sucked in a breath, not expecting her to suddenly pounce on him.

"I wanna try that again." She pleaded, grinding her hips harder on him.

"Oh my- did I accidentally turn you into a nymphomaniac?" She chuckled at his joke and although he groaned as if he was frustrated, he obliged to her wishes and sat up.

Clasping her waist with his hands, he lifted her up and guided her so she could easily sink herself down on his length. Not letting go, he slowly rolled his hips up, burying himself deep in her body once more. Since they were both still riled up from their previous session, it didn't take long for both of them to start spewing out a clutter of moans and grunts as they once again get lost in a mist of lust that clouded their minds. San drunk up every expression on Y/N's face. Every twitch of her facial muscles, every shuddering breath she exhaled, each time her eyelids shut close, he marveled at seeing her enjoy the experience. He loved seeing her indulge in such an intimate practice with him, more so given how special she was to him, one of the most important people in his life aside from his family. Looking down at her torso, his fingers brushed along the hem of her shirt.

"Please...." His urging caught her attention.

"Please let me see all of you. I want to admire every inch of you and your beautiful body. I promise I won't laugh or judge. I just want to worship you."

Y/N hesitated briefly, still afraid to let him see what was hidden under the shirt.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I won't force you." He shot a kind smile at her as he focused back on making sure to drive his cock up into her.

Feeling safe and knowing she could trust her lifelong friend whom she thought of as a soulmate at one point, Y/N reached for the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off her body. Coming face to face with her bare chest, San groaned in ecstasy as he slid his hands up her body.

"Just as I predicted, you have very cute breasts."

Pulling her chest to his face, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in it, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. Y/N's fingers raked themselves through his hair, harshly tugging them when she felt his teeth sink themselves into her flesh.

"Aren't they too small?" She inquired.

Letting go of her breast with an audible pop, San cupped her chin.

"No baby, they're absolutely perfect. They're gorgeous, just like every other part of your body. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning and holy fuck, you're driving me insane honestly." He confessed, his mouth diving into her other breast so it wouldn't feel left out from being tenderly kissed and sucked on.

His words sunk deep in Y/N's heart. He really did found her beautiful, attractive and it spurred something in her. Feeling a newfound passion, Y/N unconsciously began taking over their movements. Pushing against his thrusts, she began to set her own pace, rutting herself on top of his dick. San of course took notice and was happy about it.

"Oh wanna take over now baby? Well go ahead."

Laying back down on the floor, his eyes stared up at her with lust.

"Fuck yourself on me darling."

Encouraged by him, Y/N began bouncing herself on his cock. Finding an angle that she liked, she sunk down on his length over and over, her head thrown back as she used his body to push her down another spiral of immense pleasure. San just relaxed and admired the way she lost herself and gave into her deepest desires. He loved the way she rode his cock, and he loved feeling her walls tighten once more around his shaft.

"Oh shit- Sannie." She cried out his name as she quivered on top of him, her juices spilling out onto his cock once more.

Knowing fully well she was probably aching between her thighs, San gripped her hips and helped her ride out her climax so the feeling she was going through wouldn't go away just yet. He made sure to be gentle, easing her up and down his cock with absolute tenderness. Once he knew she was satisfied, he pulled her of him and set her down on the floor before sitting up above her body. Just like before, he took hold of his cock and began pumping his cum out of his body, plastering it all across her inner thighs and even splattering some on her stomach. Looking up, Y/N had the same giggly expression as before.

"Does my cum really make you burst into a fit of giggles?" He questioned her.

"I can't help it. It's just... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact it's so dirty and wrong, and then to have you spread it all over my body." She explained, which made San chuckle.

"Maybe I should baptize your thighs with my cum more often." Although he was joking, Y/N was more than willing to take him up on that offer.

"Will you?" She looked up at him with puppy eyes.

San studied her for a moment, before a wicked idea popped in his brain.

"How about you let me baptize and stain that pretty face of yours?"

Getting a hint of what he meant, Y/N got up on her knees while San stood up right in front of her, cock in hand as he brought it up to her lips.

"I hope you weren't planning on going to morning services tomorrow because I'm going to keep you up til morning until your knees hurt."