#she blushes SO cutely whenever he gives her a new one with a wink that flirt

[lucienarcheron]

Sathia's favorite flowers are the blue-tinted baby's breath and when Tharion figures this out, he always adorns the bouquet he gets with pearls/shells/etc to make sure she knows he put that particular bouquet together with extra care.

[nerak-01]

"I love you- NOT~!!" (PART 1)

childhood bestfriend/crush katsuki bakugo x hopeless romantic reader

synopsis: Love is so addictive. You know, even when you've never really felt it. The feeling of being in love is even worse when your counterpart doesn't reciprocate.

tw: female reader, cursing, angst, heartbreak, bakugo being oblivious/a little insensitive, crying, reader relying on herself

author's notes: REPOST; BUT GET EXCITEDD CUZ PART 2 IS GETTING POSTED SOON!! I'm so sorry this has taken me so long. Writing block + workload + no romance = absolute sadness. UGH! NEW YEAR, NEW ME!! Happy 2024, Darlings!

wrd count: 800+ not edited!

Katsuki Bakugo and you go way back. It all started in grade school when you first caught sight of the brooding child, Bakugo.

You were supposed to focus on learning how to add and subtract fractions, but instead, your attention drifted to the boy sitting next to you. Your desk mate was laser focused on the lesson as his garnet red eyes seemed to bore into the teacher's. It gave you the perfect opportunity to judge this potential friend. He had wild blonde hair that somehow looked neat, framing his chubby cheeks. He had a button nose, cute. You concluded that your desk buddy was adorable, and he would be an excellent first friend. Oh, if only you knew.

From an adorable childhood in the suburbs, to an awkward and moody middle school period, and then a slight reflection in high school, Katsuki Bakugo had changed alongside you. You saw Bakugo go from his messy blonde locks, to spikes. He saw you change from an awkward bangs stage to a more defined hair part. Your friendship bloomed as the two of you were able to confide in one another as the years passed. Bakugo got sassier, and you shot back the same attitude. You differed when it came to feelings. That became abundantly clear when puberty and dating became a middle school topic. Bakugo used to talk to you about how girls were annoying and unbearable. He said he never would understand the appeal of dating. You dumbly nodded along, as if your heart wasn't hammering in your chest every time Bakugo Katsuki was in the vicinity. It was like your heart was a professional Bakugo tracker. Perhaps that's when you should have realized that you were in too deep.

All the same, high school left you high and dry. U.A was a challenge in and of itself, but adding rocky childhood feelings wasn't exactly ideal. Especially when Bakugo began to realize that he was a little more interested in relationships as he got older. You remember one instance as clear as day...

"Hey, Y/n, I'm waiting for someone, don't fucking wait up," Bakugo muttered. He didn't make direct eye contact with you. You swear you could make out the faintest pink blush on his cheeks.

"Oh? You got a special someone finally?" Y/n laughed. You hoped your tone sounded teasing and not sour. You wondered if Bakugo would ever realize how your lip wobbles or how you fidgets anxiously with your shirt whenever he talked about relationships. He was so observant unless it came to feelings.

"You could say that. I'm going out with Mina, one on one." Bakugo always did this when he was nervous. His answers became more brief and he seemed more guarded.

"Listen, big guy, you got this. I'm sure Mina and you will have a blast. I don't know, give her some Katsuki charm~!" You winked while pointing finger guns at him.

"Piss off!" Bakugo rolled his eyes, but you know you saw a slight smile right before. Your silliness worked as his hands relaxed from balled fists. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to dart to the approaching pink figure. Katsuki exhaled loudly, as if trying to ground himself.

You turn around and watch Mina with him. You understand why Bakugo was interested in her; she was fierce, outgoing, bubbly, easy on the eyes, and you assumed her curves helped. Whatever the reason, when you looked at Bakugo again, his eyes seemed to shine in a way he never could with you. His perfect pink lips parted slightly like he was in a trance by her.

"I wonder if I'll ever have that effect on a guy," you mumbled quietly. You didn't mean to let it slip out, but judging by Bakugo's zombie state, you doubt he's even listening to you.

"What did you say?" Bakugo asked, still not looking back at you.

"Nothing, have a good date." With that, you left Bakugo to head back to your dorm, by yourself, for the first time in a year. As you walked, you wondered if he ever knew you like you patiently grew to know him. You knew he had a mole on the left side of his growing adam's apple; you knew his top twenty hero list by heart; and most importantly, you knew exactly when Bakugo first fell in love with a real girl. At the very moment and forever more, Ashido Mina was the first girl Bakugo truly had a crush on.

You're not sure when your cheeks got damp, but you noticed you were crying when your nose was runny. Unlike the past, Bakugo would always be there to call you 'stupid' and wipe away your tears with his callous hands. Now, you sat alone in your dorm room, sobbing in one of his old t-shirts. You had this since you were in grade seven. Bakugo grown quickly, but his All-Might t-shirt was one of the first ever gifts he gave you himself.

Even thinking about him now hurts your head. To think someone who caused you so much grief, could still be the one you cherished most.

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Fatal Attraction

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Mentions of sexual stuff.

Summary: Natasha gets hurt during a mission with Wanda, and Wanda for some reason found herself more attracted to Nat. Yes, in her state on injury. (Featuring Y/n, Natasha's dumbass little brother and Wanda's wingman)

"Incoming!" The young super soldier yelled as he jumped into the Quinjet with his best friend. Wanda groaned at his antics, wanting nothing more than to go home and continue watching her shows.

Y/n had insisted Wanda that they flew into the back of the Quinjet instead of entering like a normal person. It's not that Wanda didn't have the heart to say no, Y/n simply doesn't take no for an answer. "So long fuckers!" He gave the middle finger as the door closes.

"Will you stop using my powers for your little attractions?" Wanda asked.

"Gosh you train with Nat too much you're starting to sound like her." Y/n rolled his eyes.

"That's not a bad thing! She get things done."

"I get shit done too! But, I make it fun."

"Not when we're-"

"Ugh quiet you two, you're being too loud." They heard Natasha complained. The two young Avengers glanced at her and their face twisted into concern when they finally noticed her injury.

Before Y/n could approach his sister, Wanda was quick to be at her side. "Natasha! What happened?"

Natasha shook it off with a faint smirk, "Don't worry about it Wanda. It's just a scratch."

"This is not just a scratch."

"I've had worse."

"You need to go to the med bay."

The former Russian spy rolled her eyes, "No doctors."

"Wands, there's no point. One time she got a broken rib and she still wouldn't go." Y/n snickered, he was concerned for Nat, but he knew she had went through worse. A flesh wound on the side of her stomach was nothing... To the Black Widow I mean.

Meanwhile Wanda's eyes grew wide at the new information. "Just take a seat, little witch. I'll handle this." Natasha said gently. Natasha was normally sarcastic to everyone, yet she had a soft spot for the young witch. Wanda blushed slightly at the nickname.

Wanda took a seat across from Natasha, Y/n approached his sister and handed her a medkit. "You good?"

"Just a normal flesh-wound-Friday, I'm good." She responded with a flat face. Her little brother rolled his eyes and took a seat next to her.

"You're always so mean to me. Wanda doesn't get this kind of treatment." He grumbled.

"Because she's kind and cute, meanwhile you're a pain in my ass." Wanda's heart skipped a beat, she thinks I'm cute? She heard her best friend groaned again.

Wanda and Natasha had been growing closer each day, especially now that Natasha was mentoring her. Wanda was close to Y/n first, as they were closer to age and not to mention he was the first to welcome her into the Avengers. Natasha took a little while longer, not that she had any resentment towards the young girl, she just wasn't exactly a people person.

Now that Steve had assigned Natasha to mentor Wanda in hand-to-hand combat, the two women are now closer than they were before. And also caused Wanda's itty bitty tiny crush on Natasha to grew. Y/n knew of course, Wanda was not subtle, at ALL.

The way her gaze would follow Nat at the gym, or how Wanda would blush whenever Natasha gave her compliments. Honestly, he might've been the one who gave Steve the idea to assign them to train together. You'll never know.

It seems like Wanda was too deep in thought as she failed to notice that Natasha had unzipped her suit in order to stitch the flesh wound on her stomach. She only looked up when she heard Natasha saying, "Keep it steady Steve."

Holyfuck, Wanda turned as red as her powers. The widow had her suit partially unzipped from the waist up, she had the sleeves of her suit take off as well to give her more flexibility. Showing off her toned bicep and of fuck her rock hard abs. Wanda let in a sharp breath.

Natasha, who has ears like a hawk, looks up at Wanda and gave her a wink. "Like what you see?"

Wanda knows Natasha is a flirt, but damn you don't gotta do her like that. Wanda quickly averted her gaze. She swore she tried to maintain her eyes elsewhere but with Natasha grunting as she tended her wounds, it's pretty fucking difficult.

She used alcohol to clean up the wound, and winced. "Agh shit-" Natasha cursed. Well that twisted something in Wanda's stomach. Y/n who had been playing on his phone, internally scoffed at his sister. She was doing this on purpose. He decided to pull out his earbuds, I'm hearin none of that.

The widow was more than capable of not making any sounds when her injuries are being cleaned. Y/n knew damn well Natasha was just teasing Wanda.

"Do you uh... need any help?" Wanda asked timidly.

"It's alright, little witch. It's nothing I can't handle." Natasha winked again. Christ, Wanda is a mess right now.

Natasha grunted again, "Ugh fuck-" she rested her head back and purposely tightened her abs. Wanda's mind raced again at the thought of hearing Natasha curse while they're in bed as she rides her abs-

No- nooope no no no

Wanda quickly shook to the thought again. The whole ride to the compound felt excruciatingly long. Natasha had opted to wear a tank top that she kept hidden somewhere in the Quinjet. (Don't question her-)

When the quinjet door flew open Y/n was the first to dart out, Steve followed after him. He look back at the two women, "Wanda, make sure she goes to the med bay. The wound still needs a proper cleaning."

"Leave it, fossil." Natasha said flatly as the two walked beside each other. Steve merely gave them a kind smile and continue his way inside the compound.

"Do you need any assistance?" Wanda asked.

"In what terms?" The widow teasingly asked. Wanda turned bright red again.

"I- you know what I mean." Natasha let out a soft laugh, she sounds so beautiful. Wanda could listen to Natasha laughing all day.

"It's alright, little witch. I can walk to my own room."

"Nu uh! Steve said-"

"Wands, I've had wounds like these many times in my life. I can handle it." Natasha said gently with a smile.

Wanda huffed slightly like a little child, shit she's so adorable. "At least let me walk you back to your room then?"

Natasha chuckles, "Alright, lead the way." The two women made their way in a comfortable silence. They reached their shared floor and soon enough they reached Natasha's room. "Well, here we are."

Natasha opened the door to her room and look back at Wanda who was standing outside awkwardly, "Are you sure you don't need to get to the med bay?" Wanda asked again. Her face showed concerns for the other woman.

Natasha gave her a gentle smile again, fuck her smile she's absolutely gorgeous. "I'm sure." Natasha retreats further back into her room. "I'll see you around, Wanda." She closes the door. Wanda lets out the breath she had been holding.

Fuck everything about this woman drives her crazy. Even as simple as Natasha saying her name. She wonders how her name sound if Natasha moaned it-

"I swear how many seasons do I have to wait til you guys get together." Wanda heard a voice beside her and yelped in surprise. She turned to find her best friend standing in the hallway leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"What are you talking about?" She asked Y/n.

"You like her, she likes you. Seriously, stop with the tension and just kiss already-" Wanda quickly shut his mouth with her hand.

"SHHHHH-"

Y/n's face cringes in confusion, "Hmpf?!"

"You can't just say things like that!"

"Like what??" He asked as Wanda let go of her hand over his mouth. "That you like her?"

Wanda glared and shut his mouth again. Y/n being the dumb best friend decided to stick their tongue out causing Wanda to pull her hand back and wipe it on his face. "EW!"

"Noo!!! I'll get a breakout-"

"Then don't lick my fucking hand!" She yelled in hushed whisper.

"Wanda, as your friend, and her brother, I'm telling you just ask her out or something."

"What if she says no?" Wanda asked, "Beside I don't want to ask her out until I'm sure she's into women."

With that Y/n gave a very, very, extremely, disappointed look. "You really did not just say that." Did she not hear the part where I said, 'she likes you'?

"What?"

"I-" Y/n shook his head. "Never mind." He turned on his heel and walked away.

"Y/n? What does that mean?!!" She chased after her friend.

These dumb lesbians I swear.

I just wanted an excuse to use that pic of Nat, teheeeeee. Hope you guys liked this! I'm still not sure whether or not to make this into a series or nah, butt i love me sum Nat x Sibling!reader shenanigans.

[traffic-smp-headcannons]

i may sound crazy for this but. skizz-lizzie siblings. no, jimmy and lizzie aren't siblings (not by blood at least), jimmy is pearl and grian's brother. but... ANYWAYS. I don't know where this idea came from but imo they're a very underrated duo so... ya :3

Ender/Fae genetics, Skizz got more of the first half of that and Lizz(ie) got more of the second. (And then Skizz died and came back able to shapeshift just like his sister could already do, but that's besides the point)

and of course if we play into one of my very favorite headcanons. imagine. the both of them growing up in the Seelie court (their land was much kinder to mortals, given that their ruler had fallen in love with one). skizz never quite fitting with the magical aspects, never understanding the thrill everyone else seemed to get from the Hunt. never quite perfecting the laws they have to abide by. meanwhile lizzie shaping up to be the perfect next ruler of the court, and yet still finding time for her little brother. helping him realize things about himself (*winks in transmasc*) even though she doesn't quite understand it (after all, the faeries are magical creatures, borne of it, exactly how they want to be in every way).

then one day skizz makes a friend on the edge of the forest's border! a mortal, half-demon and half-rock giant, who tries to kill him at first sight (before realizing that wait, nope, that's one of the fae, BAD IDEA). They get over it and become Besties. and skizz gives up some of that immortality, that magic, in order to well and truly live. mortality sounds fun! Lizzie, of course, sends him off with a smile and a reminder of her love in the form of some (non-magic-imbued) pastries. Skizz comes back two weeks later with some new friends in tow, stays a few days, leaves, comes back again. It continues.

And then one day, he brings another friend with him: a human, some kind of mage, with a streak of green in his hair. and gods, if lizzie isn't (internally) struck dumb at the sight of him!

At least she's subtle, though. The cute human is so obvious, turning into a blushing mess whenever he tries to talk to her, and honestly it's a little embarrassing at this point!

...doesn't change the fact that, a few years later, skizz comes back to the court for a very special occasion. Seems this lineage has a bad habit of falling for mortals, one way or another!

-mod enen

[dedieamars]

random/cute(ish?) scenarios and things with nct dream and jisoo ‧₊˚✧♡°

[Park Jisoo is a fictional (NOT REAL) member of the group NCT DREAM. She trained with them during SM ROOKIES and debuted with them August 2016!]

another disclaimer since you guys have a degrading kink: My acc isn’t ROLEPLAY, she’s a fictional character that im writing about.

Sometimes, Chenle will send actual ship video edits of dream and he sends one of every member with ANOTHER member (usually switches it up every time he sends) and he’ll say things like “i didn’t know you guys were a thing” or “how long have you guys been hiding” and whenever dream meets up as 8 again, it’s so awkward for them.. all except for Chenle.

Being around jisoo lead them to develop some of her habits such as tucking a piece of hair behind their ear, doing facials, painting nails, putting in hair clips and trying new hair styles, etc.

Now sharing casual clothes is one thing.. but 8DREAM?? you’ll catch them sharing pajamas and skin care routines

During Chenles “Daddy” Era where he changed his bbl name to things such as father, daddy, and my dad (so it would be like the fan is talking to “their dad”😭) and continuously referred to Mark as his son, Jisoo also became a victim to this but everytime he would do it she would complain so he never did it in front of the camera or on social media because he was embarrassed that she wouldn’t play along.. unlike Mark.

Jisoo and Jisung have a thing where every comeback since the first, either Jisoo or Jisung’s pc/pcs for that era has to include the other. It started during The First, with Jisung in the back of Jisoo’s photo card and it’s a very high priority pc!

They’ve been doing this every comeback since The First but for Candy they decided to switch things up and for one of the album photo cards Jisoo is making one half of a heart, and Jisung is making the other half, so when you put the photocards together it makes a full heart!

Jeno is known to get a little bit aggressive to the members (out of love) but when it comes to Jisoo he treats her like she’s a new born puppy. (Renjun also gets this treatment)

Jisoo’s favorite ship is Jensung and she pushes them together any chance she gets.

She saw Chenle’s edits and went damn.. 🤔

She likes to pretend to fall whenever Jisung and Jeno are close to each other and which ever one is closest to her she pushes them to the other as she “falls” (Something Mark would do)

The rest of the boys didn’t have to find out from Jisoo and Haechan themselves that they were dating because they had already knew..

maybe bc of the fact that he’d legitimately give kisses

The other members like to tease Jisoo and Haechan a lot and one way they do is when they talk to either of them they refer to Jisoo as “your girlfriend” and Haechan “your boyfriend”

Jisoo would talk about Haechan to Jisung and Chenle so much that they literally felt as if they were part of their relationship (poly relationship lowkey)

During one of the TDS2 stops, Jisoo found a sign that said “Jisoo and Haechan please give us fans a kiss!!” Jisoo yelled for Haechan to come over and when he read the sign she pointed to her cheek and then at his.

Haechan got the memo and kissed her cheek, the fans then started to scream and jump right in front of them. Jisoo blushed but then leaned up to Haechan’s cheek to give him a kiss.

As expected, they got the same reaction from the fans. Jisoo covered her face with her hand and then Haechan pulled her into a quick hug. After they pulled away, they walked away for their ment before Haechan stopped Jisoo by pulling her arm. It was another sign.

Except this time, it was asking them to kiss on the lips.

Jisoo mouthed “next time” and before they walked away Haechan gave a wink to the fans. They walked up to the main stage for their ment.

After what happened, the members couldn’t help but tease the two mercilessly.

“So, Haechan, have you been practicing your kissing skills as much as you’ve been practicing for the tour?” Mark teased.

Renjun adds in “Yeah it seems like Jisoo can’t get enough of Haechans affection right?”

The members all laugh but then Haechan comes to his defense and says “Hey, it was a sweet gesture guys. Can’t blame me for playing along with my girlfriend right?”

He leaned closer to Jisoo and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into a back hug. He rested his chin on her shoulder and all of the members just watched them in awe.

Jisung, always unassuming, asked innocently, “are you guys going to kiss too?”

This promoted another laughter from both the members and the fans.

Jisoo sneaked out of Haechans embrace and stood next to Jisung.

“Not now Jisungie, maybe next time.” She says as she goes on her tippy toes to pat his head.

[magnoliacharmed]

more, more, more

18+, Edge x Randy Orton one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: lace panties, vibrators, frottage, jealousy, biting, slight feminization, Randy realizes things

Word count: 3076

Summary:

Edge convinces Randy to try some new things.

“What do you think? Would they look good on Veronica?”

Edge held up a pair of lacy white panties with light pink trim and a tiny light pink bow right on the front. They were pretty, a classic design for a sweet and ladylike young woman. He raised his eyebrows and smiled widely with a naughty twinkle in his eye, mashing at his gum like he was so fond of doing. 

“Veronica thinks she’s innocent enough for those just because she’s blonde?” Randy took one glance at Edge’s smirk and rolled his eyes. He sure was getting a kick out of all this, the freak.

“I think she can be when she wants to, which as you know is very rarely.”

Edge tossed the underwear back into its little pile. Randy was really lame when he was embarrassed, it was annoying. He just couldn't get out of his own head.

“Well, what about these for Lauren? They seem like her style.”

Another pair in the same design, black with white trimming and a matching bow, was dangled in Randy’s face. He snatched them out of Edge’s hands and rubbed the lace between his fingers as discreetly as possible, liking the way they felt. They were nice, he had to admit. Cute but not cutesy. They'd probably make his ass look great…

“Hi, do you two need help with anything? Any recommendations for the women in your lives?”

A very eager, very enthusiastic saleswoman with dark brown hair bounded over to Randy and Edge. Her hands were behind her back, her chest puffed out to give her Bombshell bra and what held it some attention. Both men zeroed in on her cleavage and determined that she was a pretty good advertisement for the Victoria's Secret padding technology. 

“No sweetheart, we’re okay. Thanks though.”

Edge winked at her and like he expected, the girl giggled before turning away. It was enough to irritate Randy even more. It's not like he had any problems getting women-- by this point they were chasing him. It wasn't even enjoyable any more since they started appearing in his hotel room half naked or "accidentally" brushing against his crotch at the club. Edge was still having a good time being a flirt, whispering sweet nothings in their ear and leaving light touched across their backs until they went home with him for the night. When Randy was sipping at his drink as the ladies pawed at him in their private section, he let his eyes glaze over while Edge reveled in an abundance of female attention. He already knew how it felt to do the picking up; sometimes, when he was especially drunk, he wanted to know how it felt to be picked up by someone like Edge.

“Mmm,” Edge tilted his head and let his eyes rest on the saleswoman’s ass while she bent over to make extra-super-sure that her sneaker was tied tightly. 

“Is she hotter than Lauren?”

"Who, Little Miss Push-Up Bra over there? No way." 

Edge lowered his voice as he grabbed back the black and white underwear from Randy, who was looking weirdly upset. Fire burned blue in his eyes as his lips poked out, all pretty and kissable. Randy could be the cutest thing when he was angry. Edge loved upsetting him off just to see him pout and puff up his chest.

"Lauren has great tits and a nice waist that I hope she lets me see later. Plus she makes noises when she comes that get me hard to the point I can't think straight."

Oh, so this is what being chatted up by him felt like. Huh. The air of the tiny store weighed down Randy's lungs. 

"I don't think I've met anyone hotter than her, to be honest. Whenever she's not around, all I do is think about fucking her until she begs me to stop. I even think about her when I'm with other women." Edge said this with so much conviction that Randy blushed. They'd never done anything more than stare at each other while they masturbated in the same room. All those times Edge was thinking about him and not some rat he'd fucked in the past? How flattering.

The champions were starting to get funny looks from other customers. To be fair, they did look out of place. Two giant men in gaudy Affliction t-shirts staring at panties while thumping pop music played over the speakers? One frozen stiff, more turned than he'd ever been before in his life? The other looking as crazy as ever, ready to pounce on his prey? By this point they were obviously not trying to buy something for their girlfriends.

"Let's go get in line," Edge was all business now, tamping down his hard-on.  

“Okay. Wait, which pair did yo— Veronica choose?”

“Don’t worry about it. Whatever she chose, I promise you it very much fits her personality.”

“All this parading around you were doing and you already had an idea in mind for her?”

“Sure. She just wanted to weigh out her options. Also it was fun to see Lauren squirm around too."

"You piece of shit." Randy lunged forward as Edge brushed him off to head to the cashier.

---

“This is so embarrassing.”

Randy couldn't take his eyes off of himself in the mirror. Was he being punked? Was Edge running some kind of blackmail con job on him? Were there hidden cameras somewhere in the room? This had to be revenge for all of the many pranks Randy had pulled on him over the years.

No, he really was standing in a random hotel room in a pair of lace panties. Out of the many directions life could've taken him in, this was one of the last ones he expected.

“Don’t be dramatic, you look sexy. Oh, will wearing the belt make you feel better?”

Before Randy could answer, Edge was up and across the room to grab one of their tag team titles. He fastened it around Randy’s waist and patted the cold metal. 

“Huh. Now instead of being an idiot wearing women’s underwear, I’m an idiot wearing women’s underwear and a championship belt. Yeah, I feel a lot better now,” Randy huffed. So whiny. 

“You can be such a crybaby sometimes, geez. Here, I’ll put mine on too. Then at least we can be idiots together.”

Randy watched as Edge put on his own belt and surprisingly, he did feel a little less stupid. The gold of the title shined in the ugly hotel lighting, highlighting the nicely wrapped package Edge was sporting. He'd chosen a pair of panties that was very Him: black and red, barely enough fabric to be considered a thong. They barely contained his length, a drool-worthy sight for Randy. 

“I don’t know why I was so shocked to learn that you’re into perverted shit like this.” 

Randy's dick was getting hard at seeing himself in such a delicate fabric. When Edge first brought this whole idea up they were both damn near blackout drunk and Randy was ready to agree to anything that would keep Edge interested in him.

(The memory makes Randy curse himself: “You know what would be… you should-- ah, man." Edge flopped on the bed. The ceiling was spinning above him precariously. Maybe if he shut his eyes he could get off this ride. A limp index finger pointed towards a thin piece of fabric on the floor. "Panties," he slurred.

"What?" 

Randy stopped himself from falling right on top of his partner by instead straddling him. His head lolled around to rest his glassy eyes on a brightly colored thong some girl they brought back left behind. Was Edge saying what he thought he was saying?

"Iwannaseeyourdick. In… panties." Edge passed out then, softly snoring and leaving Randy high and dry for the night. The next morning Randy agreed to the proposition, but only if Edge wore them too. You know, to even the playing field.)

“You need to relax, Randy,” Edge brushed his lips against Randy’s ear, his cock pressed against his ass as he continued to whisper. “Let go, let yourself enjoy it all.”

"I shoulda never let you talk me into this," Randy shook his head at himself. He tried to lace his voice with regret. It was hard to though when Edge, ever the sneaky bastard, was breathing in his ear and rubbing his cock against him and he was so warm and he had those big pretty eyes and long hair—

“Talk you into what? From what I can recall, you were the one who brought the whole idea back up,” Edge laughed and snaked his hand down past Randy's stomach to palm at his cock. They’d never done anything more than watch each other masturbate (which was starting to get a little stale if you asked Edge, no matter how much watching Randy twist his hand around his lubed up dick turned him on). 

"Fuck off, you were one who said it in the first place."

"You sure about that? I was so drunk I can't remember a thing from that night," Edge bit into Randy's shoulder. Grabbing on to said shoulders, he turned Randy around to face him. It was kind of nice to be with someone the same height as him.

"Come on, come sit in my lap. I've got something else for you."

Edge moved to sit against the headboard of their king sized bed, legs spread wide open. He bit at his smiling bottom lip invitingly, like a pin-up girl or something, caressing his cock like it was a compulsion with one hand and taking off the belt with the other. As Randy sat himself in Edge’s lap, grinding against his crotch and removing his own belt, he settled quickly into his new position. It was comfortable enough. Randy could easily imagine himself bouncing on his cock sitting just like this. 

"Close your eyes."

Edge rubbed his hand against the small of Randy’s back, his fingers inching towards Randy’s ass. He was getting antsy now that they'd gotten this far. Randy had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he missed Edge coating his fingers in lube (probably hid the bottle under the blankets, Randy thought too late) and maneuvering himself under the seat of his underwear. This was maybe the second or third time he let Edge get this close near his ass and his nerves were totally shot over the whole thing.

”So tight, Randy. So perfect," Edge cooed. He'd only pushed himself in and out of his tight ring of muscle a few times before Randy was fucking himself back onto his fingers. "When are you gonna let me put my tongue in there?"

"Never, what the hell is wrong with you?" 

Randy twitched a little seeing Edge's smirk. If fingers felt this good, a wet tongue was probably insane. Edge was being a real tease at the moment, Randy knew it. Fingers couldn't be his big surprise for the night.

"Okay, you ready?"

"Ready for what-- FUCK," Randy yelled.

Fingers were replaced by, no doubt, the most intense sensation Randy had ever experienced before in his life. Edge managed to slip a skinny vibrating dildo into Randy's ass with one push, throwing the man currently writhing above him for a loop. It sent Randy reeling, his hips moving on their own volition to rub his dick against his panties and Edge's stiff cock. They both hissed at feeling themselves rub against one another.

Edge took the opportunity to press Randy’s pliable body against his chest, reveling in the way he trembled and squirmed around. He left small love bites across the pecs he loved so much, careful not to bruise his perfect chest. Randy’s skin was on fire from, blazing hot and burning him up from the inside out. There was no way this was happening right now, no way he could ever feel this damn amazing.

"I love your tits," Edge breathed softly, pushing them together over and over again. It only served to make Randy move faster trying to feel Edge's dick twist against his own while he tried his hardest to get the toy deeper inside him. 

“I— oh my God, Edge, what the fuck… this feels— oh…”

Randy continued to stammer as he shoved himself farther down on the smooth toy, chasing after the high that it was bestowed upon him. It buzzed loud and harsh in Edge’s fingers, a cheap battery-operated thing he bought at the mall’s gag gift store while Randy was off signing autographs in the food court. The teenage boy cashier gave him a weird look when he handed it to him, but didn't say a word. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain to his friends that he sold a dildo to a famous wrestler. 

With an incredibly shaky hand, Randy reached to grab onto Edge's free wrist for some purchase. It was all too much, everything from the toy to the way the underwear felt against his cock to the way Edge felt against his cock and goddamn his brain was going to pour out from his ears. Tears began to cloud his vision and spill down his overheated face and he wondered how much more pathetic could he be?

"Shit, I'm gonna— I’m gonna come."

“Uh-huh. You always do all that talking about how you don't want anything up your ass. Now look at you,” Edge whispered, as venomous as ever as he licked up Randy’s sweat. The words stung Randy, his body jolting into the air as Edge filled him to the hilt. Fine whatever, he was a hypocrite. He saw the light, praise Jesus and hallelujah! If only Edge could stop being so smug about it and just keep pushing against his prostate. 

“Can you shut the fuck up and kiss me?”

Edge thought his head was going to snap right off his neck with the speed he reached forward to kiss Randy with. He breathed in deep as he felt Randy’s thrusts against him become more deliberate. Sudden embarrassment washed over him from the flood of passion Randy possessed him with. His tongue was so soft, it swirled so nicely around his…

“Oh, look at how wet you are… All from one little— one little kiss. I thought I was supposed to be… the desperate one.” 

The smile that broke up Randy’s features could only be described as delirious. In the midst of all his pleasure, he managed to find it in him rib Edge about the stream of precome that created a wet spot on his panties. Scrunched up eyebrows showed that Edge was trying his hardest to come up with a quippy retort. Unfortunately for him, certain distractions made him fall short. Holding the toy in place with Randy filled up was the best he could come up with, and what a response it gave him. 

”I need you to — please, I need to feel you inside of me. Want you …” Randy’s voice pitched up, but his words died away. He realized that he started whining, upset that he wasn't getting fucked like he wanted. The vibration of the toy felt better than great, close to heavenly. He could bet though that it was nothing compared to (Randy gazed down hungrily at Edge’s cock straining and slipping against the lace) what having an actual real cock inside of him must feel like. That would be his true undoing, he thought. 

“Want me to what? Want me to come inside you? Is that why you're pouting? I’ve been wanting to do that since—“ A moan cut Edge’s thoughts into fragments. “Since the first time we watched each other jerk off. Fuck, since we first started tagging together. You’re so hot, Randy.”

Motormouth Edge, always talking his head off when he was close. It was nothing but sex soaked babbles that wormed into Randy’s head every time, the roughness in his voice exciting him. Thinking about Edge’s come dribbling out of his ass, his muscles spasming involuntarily to keep it all inside of him… 

Randy's orgasm felt like a taser being pressed right at the base of his spine, a total system failure that turned his body to jello for a few seconds while it wracked through him. Edge felt the wet spot between them spread even further. 

When he came back down to earth, Randy looked on lazily as Edge pulled the toy out and continued to rut against his completely overstimulated cock. He blinked heavy damp lashes at his tag team partner below him, mesmerized by the way Edge was staring a hole through him in return. 

“Hurry up and come for me, you know I like to watch you,” Randy demanded. 

Edge grabbed onto Randy’s hips and wished he was being surrounded by the tight heat of his hole. Feeling his dick slide around next to his own was a pretty good consolation prize too. Even when Randy was actling like jerk it was still sort of endearing, and it didn’t take Edge much longer for his come to spurt out thinking of fucking all that attitude out of him. Maybe next time, if Randy was ready. 

The two men panted and assessed each other. They were sweaty, sticky, and as tired as if they’d just finished a match. Randy peeled himself off of Edge, who looked like he was close to passing out. He figured now was as good a time as any to finally take the stupid underwear off. 

“Be careful with those, don’t rip ‘em. We can use them again.”

“There’s not a washing machine in the world powerful enough to get all of our come and sweat out of these. They’re a lost cause,” Randy threw the well worn pair of panties in the bathroom’s trash can with no fanfare. That experiment was over. 

“You’re no fun, Randy.” 

Edge followed him into the bathroom, walking past him to start up the shower. 

“As evidenced by letting you put a vibrator up my ass, I’m plenty of fucking fun. I'm a whole amusement park’s worth of fun. Get in the shower before you really piss me off.”

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a bunch— ow!”

Randy punched Edge in the arm under the stream of warm water, both of them trying their hardest not to be the first to laugh.

[mr-bas00nist]

I haven’t sent a message in a hot second Jesus Christ

Anyways, the new fic posted gave me an idea.

What if pyramid trapped reader in some sort of room? Like, kidnap, cuz he got jealous of reader flirting with someone else? Or some shit like that lol.

Aw this one’s kinda cute, this gave me more fluff than smut vibes to be honest so hopefully that’s alright 🙌

Pyramid head was quite a jealous and possessive creature. Whenever you went anywhere when you came back he was always on you whether that be sexually or not sexually. He doesn’t wanna lose you! A match he’s always got you on his shoulder knocking down survivors, giving you hatch all that good stuff.

Even if he has a duty to fulfill, hooking you, hurting you and killing you, he does so in a much sweeter way. Shocking, the executioner showing mercy? It’s new for him to. But that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t killing toy. The entity isn’t please about pyramids head unwillingness to obey her but, she likes you a lot.

and I mean why make her mad?

But Pyra couldn’t care less about her strong dislike. He didn’t care if she liked you or hated you he loved you and that was all that mattered.

You were in a match with your beloved you quickly realized. You were honing in on a gen as Felix looked around cautiously. He looks at your focused form with a smile. “Wow you know your really brave.” He says with a smile. Your attention his directed to him as you quirk an eyebrow. “Really?” He nods with a smile.

“You don’t really fear any of the killer and that’s so impressive to me you know! You really cool man.” You laugh winking as a light blush spreads across his face. You guys finally finish the generator when you look at Felix. He smiled shyly blowing a kiss.

You smile smugly at the blonde before he runs away to another gen. You turn around to see pyramid head in the room next door to you. You can sense that he’s angry as hell. How dare he flirt with you! “Slow your roll handsome nothings gonna happen.” You reply nonchalantly. He leans his head down on yours weighing you down. “Baby your heavy-“ He swings his knife at you cutting you sharply. You grunt as he twists his knife sending you into the ground.

Did he just put you in a cage?

After he goes after your other teammates he tilts his head at your chained form. “Your so fucking immature I swear.” You roll your eyes. You swear you could see him laugh for a moment before he goes to find the other survivors. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…” all you had were your thoughts and feelings to get you through this difficult situation.

[kokorosfanfics]

Hello! Could I make a Teruteru x reader request?

A Teruteru with Y/n who's also a Southener with an accent as well.

But she doesn't hide it like him, and she's quite rich and successful which makes Teruteru feel better about his own accent and gives him confidence.

He also clings to her like gum cause she's a MAJOR comfort person for him.

Thanks!

Seeing people coming back after I resurrect this blog fills me with hope. -Mod Kokoro

Teruteru with a fem!S/O who has his same accent.

The moment you opened your mouth just to respond to him introducing yourself had him flabbergasted. The idea of someone with his same accent and not caring to hide it was a shocker for him. Of course, he sometimes had to translate what you said to other students at times, which he doesn't mind. He ended up wanting to spend more time with you. Maybe your secureness in your accent would rub off on him.

"Hey S/O! I made this new dish and was hoping you could try it. Whatcha think?"

"Mmm! This is so scrumptious Teru!~" You praised him. He was so cute whenever he was proud of a dish he made.

"Aw I'm glad you like it darling."

Once, the two of you were walking after school had ended, and the look on his face when your limo came to get you was just priceless. The sight of Teruteru's shocked face can truly be hilarious sometimes.

"W-Wha... Cher you're drivin' around in THAT?" He asks in astonishment.

"Mhm! I am. Do you need a ride too?"

You've since invited him over to your mansion a few times, and he is still completely taken back. He just couldn't believe it!

One time, he was lamenting over some cooking supplies that broke and how he needed to get new ones. You offered to buy some for him.

"A-Are you sure? I mean it's awfully nice of you, but you don't hafta-"

You pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Yes, I'm sure. I can afford it, you know."

He could only nod in response before he quickly came back with his own flirty remark.

So, you proceeded to buy the most expensive brands you could find for his new materials.

"You r-really bought this all for me darlin'? Oh I could jus' kiss ya!"

"Well I'd like that, actually." You said with a wink.

The normally flirtatious Teruteru now had a face of beet red as he took in what you said. True, you did already kiss him on the cheek, and he had been developing feelings for you. Was this your way of telling him you like him? Come to think of it, you've been flirting back more as of late.

"Well if you're serious, come a little closer.~" He wiggled his brows at you.

You bent down to his height and closed your eyes. He cupped your cheek as he brought you into a loving, sweet kiss. From this day on, your flirty chef boy was all yours.

He began to spend more and more of his time with you. Often accompanying you home, and you'd hold his hand and bring him in. This got to the point where you asked him if he'd like to move in with you. You could've sworn his eyes had literally lit up.

"Move in with you? Oh darling yes! I'd love to spend much, much more time with you." He was already inseparable from you anyways.

Whenever he was insecure about his accent, you'd simply listen to his worries, his fears, and provide encouragement. You'd tell him his accent was sexy, it was unique and perfect. You'd make him blush when you compliment his accent.

He observed how successful you are, how confident you are, how you weren't afraid of your accent. He couldn't help but feel inspired by you.

So he grew to let it out more. He didn't cover up as much, he still wanted people to understand him so he would do it minimally. But thanks to you, he felt just that much more secure and confident in himself.

[plaindangan]

Sayaka had always been frustrated about her lack of ass yet ginormous cock, when she saw chihiro shamelessly walking down the halls, skirt doing nothing to cover that massive behind she decided to release all her frustrations on that shelf of an ass

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Sayaka was stewing in frustration.

She was the biggest idol in the country and, as such, was expected to have the perfect body to match. For the most part she managed to deliver. She had a nice set of boobs that stuck greatly in her skimpy idol dresses. She had a tight stomach that had people’s eyes wandering to her nice set of toned hips. That’s not even mentioning her flawless skin to lips with just the right amount of plump to them.

The only thing missing…was ass. Sayaka just did not have a big booty, which would have been fine…if every other girl in the 78th class wasn’t cheeked up!!! Everyone: Kyoko, Mukuro, Junko, Celeste, Toko, friggin’ milk makers like Sakura and Hina? They outcaked Sayaka by a longshot and it irked her to no end. But what made things worse? She was even outmatched by a boy!!! Chihiro of all people!

He tried to hide it, sure, but he always failed! Failed to cover that perfectly rounded, fatty, eye turning, meat!! The slightest bend always has it mooning everyone, and it didn’t help that the bloomers he wore were either ripped or barely fitting him!!!

It’s. Just. So. Unfaiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!

And the worst part? Sayaka was completely turned on whenever he happened to just pass by her. That carnal part of her craved to bend him over and take all of her aggression out on his tight hole! B-but, she can’t!! Chihiro is her sweet pal! She can’t just use him like a fleshlight like th-

“Oh, hi, Sayaka!” speak of the femboy, it was Chihiro, giving a cute wave to the pop star. Currently, both were inside of the empty music room. No one would be here for at least twenty minutes. Usually, Sayaka used this place as a hideout to placate her cock…but problem was is that Chihiro was now here. Looking for a place to sit. Bending over like such a slut-!!!!!

“H-huh?” What…what was poking him. Gulping, Chihiro turned around to see Sayaka, skirt and panties down, rubbing against his own dumptruck. “S-s-sayaka?!! Y-you’re a-!”

“Futa? Yes! A-a-and I just…I need this!!! Won’t you help a friend out, Chihiro?~ I promise…I’ll be in and out before you know it. So…care to do a quickie with an idol~” Sayaka winked and kissed him on his forehead. Blushing Chihiro was a bit taken aback by the turn of events…but figured helping her wouldn’t be bad right? It’s out of nowhere, but it should be a relatively quick thing to…’experience’ and move on, right? Right?

“S-sure!” Though as he saw that idol’s devilish smile replace her usual, careful, yet heart warming, grin, Chihiro gulped.

Yeah, he might have have chosen poorly.

-

CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCAPCLAP!!!!!

“O-ohhhhhhh!! Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gooshhhh!! Goooooooooshhhhhh!!! S-s-s-saaaaaykaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Chihiro moaned, mouth watering and eyes rolling upwards in pure blissed. Sayaka’s eight-inch ‘mic’ was reaching deeper and harder into his stretched out ass than he ever would have thought was possible.

Currently, the programmer was being bent over his desk. Moaning like a good little girl as Sayaka balls deep in his ass. Snarling, and laughing like a madwoman.

“Who the Hell taught you to walk these halls in such a short skirt, huh?!!!!!! Who the Hell said you can have an ass so fucking fat and huge, huh?!!!!!! Do you think its funny to tease me like this all day?!!! Everyday?!!!!!!!!! Heheheehehe!!! This is payback!!! I’m not stopping until I’ve dumped every last drop inside of your tight booty!! Do you hear me?! EVERY! LAST! DROP!!!!!” As if right on cue, Sayaka shot a new, gooey, load down into Chihiro’s pucker. Something that coincided with the programmer also spilling his spunk all over the desk….

But, as Sayaka kept jumping and piercing his ass with a rod that wasn’t even a little bit hard, both knew that a ‘quickie’ was never planned to be in the cards~

[mysticalnightenthusiast]

S.N.A.F.U CH76 ‘Deck the Halls’

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The following day after sleeping in Eadaoin dragged herself out of bed and after quick lunch made her way to Whelan’s where she was scheduled to set up and rehearse with her band for a Christmas show to be held later that night.  She carefully packed her electric and acoustic violins in the front passenger seat of her car and the audio equipment in the back seat before making her way back inside.

“All set to ‘Deck the Halls’?” Daniel asked in amusement as she collected her drink bottle from the fridge.

Eadaoin rolled her eyes.

“Funny,” she said dryly “this afternoon is for rehearsing.  Actually decking the halls is later tonight.  I can’t wait til showtime and show everyone what the band’s come up with.”

“Going by the shows I’ve seen you put on before I’m sure its going to be a big night,” Daniel said sliding his hand down her back and squeezing her backside affectionately “see you later tonight?”

Eadaoin grinned and pressed her lips to his.

“I’ll think of you whenever I’m not rehearsing,” she murmured tipping her head to the side and allowing him to give her a hickey on her neck “and maybe when I’m on a break I’ll find a corner for a dirty phone call.”

Daniel grinned against her neck.

“Maybe I should come with you,” he said in amusement “then we could find somewhere private to have our own yuletide fun.”

“Maybe another time stud, got responsibilities first,” Eadaoin relied with a giggle “tonight when we get home maybe huh?  Can you control yourself until then?”

Daniel winked.

“I’ll have to,” he said kissing her chastely on the lips “love you, see you later tonight.”

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With some difficulty Eadaoin found a park behind Whelan’s and was loading all her equipment on a special trolley.  The first person she encountered to her surprise was Lando who was pulling a hard cello case plastered in Irish shamrocks out of a rental SUV.

“Lando?” she exclaimed incredulously, literally stopping in her tracks “what are you doing here?”

The young driver leapt in fright and immediately blushed hard.

“Um-er-I-erm-” he stammered in embarrassment “I’m-um....fuck.”

Eadaoin burst into a fit of giggles and paused to help him haul the cello she recognized as Niamh’s out of the SUV.

“You know I bet Danny fifty quid last night you and Nevie would end up being a thing.” she said in amusement.

“I’ll pay you fifty quid to keep quiet,” Lando muttered with an embarrassed grin.

Eadaoin grinned.

“So are you two a thing?” she asked giving the young Englishman an affectionate shove.

“Yeah,” Lando admitted “we had our first date today.  We went to Winter Wonderland and had coffee afterwards.  We’ve literally only just arrived.”

Eadaoin swooned.

“You two make a cute couple,” she said with a grin “how’s your head after last night? You partied hard.”

Lando rolled his eyes.

“I’m feeling less than fresh,” he admitted as they made their way into the pub’s function room where Eadaoin’s band were setting up “I had such a bad headache this morning Niamh had to drive my car back to Cahir’s place.  I’ve taken so much ibuprofen I should rattle.  I’m drinking coke all night on New Year’s Eve I swear.”

“No one you say that to will believe you,” Eadaoin teased “glad you had fun though.”

“It was good to wind down after the season,” Lando confessed “I literally spent the entire time after post season testing in Monaco overseeing the renovations on the apartment I just bought there and only managed to take enough time off to play one round of golf.  I usually play every day when the weather’s good.”

“Have you told Nevie you play golf?” Eadaoin asked “she plays too, though not often.”

Lando lit up

“Really?” he exclaimed “no she didn’t-”

“Gotta leave something for the second date don’t I?” a familiar voice said in amusement.

Both Eadaoin and Lando looked up as Niamh made an appearance.

“So you know then?” Niamh said to Eadaoin.

Eadaoin grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“Honey after all the snogging you and Lando got up to last night I’d be surprised if you two weren’t an item,” she said teasingly “and people reckon Danny and I are bad!”

“You are!” Lando exclaimed as the trio made their way further into the function room “literally everyone in the race day team have seen you two sucking face whenever you come to a race weekend.”

“Sucking face?” Eadaoin repeated “you had to have heard that from Danny, I’ve never heard anyone else besides an Aussie use that term.”

“Busted,” the young Englishman admitted his cheeks turning pink “so what’s happening today?”

“Not a lot,” Eadaoin replied “just setting up the stage and sound system then running through our playlist for a sound check.  If everything goes well we might take a break and jam a bit or have a couple of drinks. Setting up always takes a couple of hours but the fun stuff is the sound check.  That’s where we play stuff that isn’t in the show we’re preparing for.”

“So is tonight’s show is just Christmas carols?”

“Mainly,” Eadaoin replied as they made their way over to a table by the side of the stage “a couple of non-Christmassy songs but tis the season early on there will be a few kid focused Christmas songs because tonight’s show is a family show but after that is the usual fare.”

“Are we required to wear a Christmas themed costume?” Lando asked.

Eadaoin laughed.

“Nah it’s not required,” she replied “I mean everyone in the band will be wearing a Santa hat or ugly Christmas jumper but it’s not required for the audience, just encouraged.  Why? D'you fancy wearing your ‘Stop Staring at my Package’ jumper from last night?”

Niamh let out an enormous snort of laughter at the exact same moment her mobile phone rang.

“Eh why not,” Lando replied his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink as Niamh answered the call and began speaking to the caller in Irish “it’d be a waste of the fifty pounds I spent on it if I only wore it once.  I’m seriously considering wearing it to Christmas lunch.  Mum’ll have a fit.”

“Really?”

“Well not exactly but it’s our turn to host Christmas lunch this year and she takes that responsibility very seriously, besides I’m not exactly in her good books at the moment.”

“Why?  You’re an angel, I’ve never known you to piss off anyone,” Eadaoin declared putting her acoustic violin case on the table.

“Mum doesn’t like the fact I’ve decided to move to Monaco,” Lando admitted “since I sold the house in Woking she assumed I would move closer to the family property in Glastonbury but when I told her I had bought a place in Monaco we had this huge argument and when Mum’s annoyed she speaks only in Flemish Dutch which makes things awkward because my Flemish Dutch skills are less than polished.”

“I thought things seemed a tad awkward between you and your Mum in Abu Dhabi,” Eadaoin replied delicately “What does your Dad think?”

“Oh he’s on my side,” Lando replied “he even helped me find my new apartment.  He told Mum that I’m a grown man and she can’t expect all us kids to stay at home forever.  She was a bit like this when Olly met Sav and they moved in together. She’s alright now that Mila’s arrived and that they’re getting married in May.”

“Ah grandkids sweeten things up a bit,” Eadaoin said in amusement “so now that you’ve sold the house where will you stay when you’re back in England?”

“Probably at Mr and Mrs Fewtrell’s they told me I’m welcome after Max moved home or a hotel in London no idea really, there was no point in keeping a huge house just to stay in once in a while when I am back here.  When I’m not on the road for work I’ll be back in Monaco anyway.”

“Well you’re most welcome to crash with Danny and I though I suspect there’s someone else you’d rather be in he company of when you are back here....”

Lando turned a magnificent shade of scarlet.

“Oh shut up,” he muttered.

Eadaoin laughed and gave the curly haired Englishman a one armed hug.

“I’m happy for you Lando I really am,” she said “I know things with Luisa didn’t end very well.”

“Yeah well that was my own stupid fault,” Lando admitted sheepishly “but as Dad said you live and learn and what is meant to be is meant to be.”

“And maybe you and Nevie are meant to be?” Eadaoin suggested teasingly.

Lando grinned.

“Maaaaaybe,” he replied “but shut up.”

Eadaoin let out an enormous snort of laughter.

“Nope I’m forever going to hang shit on you about your love life,” she said with a grin “it’s my duty as your friend to do so.”

“Don’t you have anything more productive to do?” Lando complained half-heartedly as Niamh finished her phone conversation “I’m going over there!”

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For the following three hours Eadaoin and Niamh along with Lando’s help helped the rest of the bang set up the function room for the show later that night.  All the instruments were in place.  The sound system worked perfectly and the function room was adorned in the usual Christmas fare of tinsel, fairy lights and a Christmas tree which was the centerpiece for a donation drive to the Battersea Dog’s Home stood near the stage in all its loud yuletide glory. Eadaoin changed into a Santa styled knee length dressed and ran a brush through her auburn locks when there was a knock on the door she was changing in.

“Come in if you’re good looking!” she called as she blotted her lips on a tissue.

“Am I good looking enough?” a familiar voice asked.

Eadaoin turned around and grinned as Daniel entered the room closing the door behind him.

“You’ll do,” she said in amusement allowing him to peck her on her on the lips “you just get here?”

“Yeah everyone’s out in the function room settling at the table, I know the show starts soon but I wanted to come in and say break a leg and maybe get a snog in.”

“A snog or a blow job?” Eadaoin asked with a snort of laughter.

Daniel grinned.

“Well I wouldn’t say no to a blow job but you don’t have time,” Daniel replied eyeing her up and down and licking his lips “but maybe we can explore that line of entertainment when we get home?  Especially if you’re going to wear that.  It’d look hot as fuck flicked up over your arse as I fuck you from behind.”

Eadaoin rolled her eyes.

“You’re crass,” she murmured pressing her lips to his “but I’ll consider acquiescing to your request IF you promise to be a good boy.”

Daniel returned her kiss hungrily.

“Anything for you Darling,” he murmured “feeling good about tonight?”

Eadaoin ran her fingers through his carefully styled curls.

“I am,” she replied happily “and not just for the show but because your family, my family all the people I care about are here to watch it.”

“Everyone’s looking forward to seeing you perform,” Daniel said “I saw Lando here, did you know he was about?”

Eadaoin grinned.

“I did,” she replied “he’s been here all afternoon.  He and Nevie went on their first date today.”

“You’re kidding?” Daniel replied with a gleeful snort “really?”

“Yeah but don’t make a big deal of it,” Eadaoin scolded him “I’ve done enough of that today, especially when I caught them snogging during afternoon tea break.”

Daniel groaned.

“But Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe!” he whined “the opportunity is right THERE!”

“You teased them enough last night at the party don’t be an arse or karma will come back and bite you on the arse,” Eadaoin told him “now go out there and be nice. I’ll see you during intermission alright?”

“Oh okaaaaay,” Daniel replied kissing her on the lips “break a leg, love you.”

“Love you too Babe.”

[skylarstark4826]

It starts with the pigtail pulling, but she doesn't have it in her to mind.

In the mess hall, just before he sits down with her to eat his lunch. Passing in the corridors, a sly smile tipping his lips as he reaches out, lightning-fast for a quick tug, never losing his stride. Whenever he sees her in Ops, he'll sidle up behind her and give a tug, ready with a wink and a smile as he ducks away to talk to whoever asked him to stop by.

She'd be upset, because it's so cliché it's maddening, but he is the best damned pilot in the Fleet, and it's not every girl on base that has Poe Dameron's attention.

~o~

"Hey, what'd you do to your hair?"

Lieutenant Kaydel Ko Connix reflexively reaches up and pats at the quick buns she'd tied her pigtails into just before her shift. She can feel a hot blush steel over her cheeks, but she can't do anything about it. She only wishes it were because Poe is smiling that thousand-watt smile at her.

Instead, she tugs him closer to her station, glancing around to see if that guy is still there. Seeing no one, she refocuses on him. And damn. It's not fair, but he's still stupidly handsome.

She reaches up and tucks some invisible hairs into her bun. "That new Admiral, what's-his-name. He saw you yesterday, when you came to check in with Burny. Said it was unprofessional, what you did. I figured he can't complain if there's no hair to tug."

Poe smiles. "The buns are cute. Not gonna stop me from tugging, though."

And he suits deeds to words and tugs gently at the bun over her ear, dropping a wink as he makes his way across the room towards the General's office.

~o~

And it would have been fine if it had stopped there. She'd have been disappointed, sure, that he'd stopped pulling her pigtails, but she'd have gotten over it.

Only that's not what happens at all.

~o~

The next time Kaydel sees Poe in Ops, he makes a beeline for her, eyes as bright as his smile. She smiles warily back, not sure what to expect. It's only been a couple of days since she told him about the Admiral, days when he'd been on patrol, so he hadn't even been on base to pull her pigtails.

Not that she missed him.

Yeah, right. Who is she kidding? She missed him, far more than she probably should, but she's not going to apologize for it either.

His smile, if it's even possible, gets wider as he stops, mere inches from her. Probably too close for it to look anything like professional. 

"Still with the buns, I see," Poe says as he leans around her dramatically, checking out her hair. He's got his hands tucked behind his back, not even a hint that he's going to reach for her hair. 

She should be relieved, but really, she's disappointed.

She smooths the hair reflexively, pursing her lips. "It's easier this way, when I'm on duty."

"Maybe one day you'll let me see it down around your shoulders," he says, winking at her.

And then he does the very last thing she ever expected: he leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

Her eyes flutter closed, the traitors, and she breathes a quiet sigh. When she opens them again, he's already across the room, talking to the guys monitoring the Benthami mission. Poe's squadron is on standby, in case things go sideways, which is the only reason he's in Ops. 

Well, and apparently to kiss her.

She blushes as her fingers skate over the skin of her cheek. She can still feel the slight rasp of his beard as his lips pressed to her skin. She glances over to find him watching her. He tips her a wink, further deepening her blush, as he heads out of Ops.

Is it possible to fall in love after just one kiss?

~o~

So now, apparently, the kissing is a thing. When he sits down with her at lunch, he presses a quick kiss to her cheek. When he gets up to go, it’s a quick peck on the forehead. Passing in the halls, he doesn't even have to make contact with her to make her blush. All he has to do is wink and she's turning redder than the sky above Yavin at starset.

And then one day, he appears in Ops just as her shift is ending. She raises an eyebrow, but all he does is smile.

When she's finally closed out her station, she turns to find him leaning against the large projection console in the middle of the room.

"Something I can help you with?" she asks, hands on hips.

Poe shrugs in that way he has. "I was going to take a walk before dinner. I thought you might want to come along."

Her heart nearly beats out of her chest, but years of long practice in high-stress situations keeps her from losing it altogether.

"I'd like that," she says, which wasn't what she was going to say, but her brain-to-mouth filter must have shorted out. No matter, if it gets her that winning smile he's aiming at her, she'll go with it.

"My lady," he says, offering her his arm.

They leave through the hanger doors and wander down the flight line. Because of course he'd take her to his X-Wing. He's a pilot; all they ever think about are their ships and—

She hopes the twilight is deep enough to cover her blush. No need for him to know just how into him she is.

When they reach his X-Wing, he releases her hand and walks underneath it, skimming his fingers over the skin of her underbelly. She watches him as she stands under the wing. His face is shining with such joy, eyes dancing over every weld and rivet. He's humming something under his breath, but she can't quite make out the tune. 

"You really do love flying, don't you?" she asks, voice hushed so as not to disturb the night.

"Mmmm," he says. He glances at her over his shoulder. "It's peaceful, up there. Nobody but me and BB-8. I'm in control, I can go wherever I want, take as long as I want to get there. It's freeing, in a way."

She's never heard anyone talk about flying that way, but she supposes it's true. Apart from battle, flying an X-Wing has to be a solitary experience. Not for the faint of heart, to be sure, but also not for those who thrive on interaction and socialization.

"My mom always said I'd be a great pilot," he says, turning back to her.

"Maybe that's why you are: her faith in you, and your faith in her," she says.

She knows his family is gone. Like so many of them, orphaned by a war that just won't end. But she's glad he has this connection to the people that made him. 

He moves quick as lightning, standing before her and taking her hand. "Thank you for that," he says quietly. 

He leans in, slowly, giving her plenty of time to back away if she doesn't want this, but she's not going to move. When his lips touch hers, it's electric. He presses in close, molding her body to his as though he's not just kissing with his lips but with his whole being. She holds on tight, her fingers wrapped around his biceps as his tongue invades her mouth, leaving devastation and ruin behind. She'll never want another man's touch after this, and she's not ashamed to admit it.

When he pulls away, he rubs her chin with his thumb, smiling a soft smile, one she's never seen before. Instead of saying any number of totally ridiculous things that might break the mood, he just laces his fingers with hers and tugs her along to the mess to get dinner.

She can't remember what she ate, and she doesn't know what they talked about, but it's the best dinner she can ever remember having.

~o~

It becomes a pattern with them: whenever he's on base, if he's not in a briefing or meeting behind closed doors, he shows up near the end of her shift and waits for her to close down her station. He doesn't even ask anymore, just takes her hand and heads out.

They don't always walk the flight line, and when they do they don't always visit his X-Wing. Sometimes he'll take her to see a new craft, one she hasn't seen before. It's fun for her, in a way, being able to see where the pilots sit, so she can imagine them sitting there when she's on comms during an operation. 

But just as often he'll bypass the flight line and take her out into the fields surrounding the base, where they'll watch the starset and talk quietly about everything and nothing. They don't talk about the war, or the First Order, or the latest casualty list, filled with too many friends and allies cut down in their prime. It's hard, this life they've chosen, and talking about it won't make it easier to cope with the losses, so they don't even try.

Instead, he kisses her, breath-stealing kisses that make her forget everything but the feel of his arms around her and his lips on hers. 

She treasures those nights, bottles the memories up in her heart, because she knows it could all be ripped away at a moment's notice, and she never wants to forget what it feels like to be the center of someone's universe.

~o~

She's barely finished firing up her station when he jogs across Ops, stopping beside her with that look on his face. It's been a long time since she's seen him in the middle of a shift, so she's startled speechless for a moment.

"Come to pull my pigtails again?" she asks, her smile full of coy teasing.

Poe shakes his head, and now she remembers that look, what it's for. It's predatory, the look of a warrior getting ready to join the fight.

"I'll be leaving soon," he says. It feels like he's stabbing her in the heart. "I just wanted to stop and say—well, I just wanted to see you before I go."

She reaches up and brushes his cheek with her fingers, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. They've talked about this, about what would happen when he has to go out on a mission. She's not afraid for him; he's good, the best in the fleet. And she knows he'll come back to her or die trying. Doesn't make it any easier to see him go.

It's when he's pulling away, when she wonders if this will be the last time she sees him, that she says, "I love you."

It's the first time either of them has said it, and for a moment, his grin is frozen on his face. But then it melts into a soft smile. "I know." He makes to step away, but at the last moment, he turns and sweeps her into his arms, kissing her for all he's worth. "I love you, too," he says, lips pressed to hers so she can feel the words and not just hear them.

"Be safe," she says as he pulls away. "May the Force be with you."

She doesn't say what she's really thinking. Come back to me. But she thinks he hears the words anyway.

"Always," he says.

And then he's gone.

She watches him go, not even a little bothered by the fact that she's ignoring her duty station. She can't take her eyes off of him, afraid this will be the last time she sees him.

"He'll come back."

Kaydel only notices the General standing beside her when she speaks. She gives a watery smile that the General returns. She reaches out and squeezes Kaydel's hand. "He'll come back," she says again. "The good ones always do."

And then she's gone, and so is Poe, though she can hear him through the comms as he takes off in his X-Wing, headed for who knows where. 

She returns to her station, noticing the little red blip, steady as it moves out of orbit. At least she has this, the reassuring glow of the tracking dot that represents her only connection to Poe and his X-Wing. It isn't much, but it'll have to do.

~o~

She's at her station two days later when that little red blip winks out.

It takes everything in her not to collapse on the floor of Ops, and even more strength from reserves she didn't know she had to report the destruction of the X-Wing to the General. 

But when she finally reaches her quarters that night, she can't hold it together anymore. She sinks to the floor beside her bed and quietly sobs. 

She knows that the destruction of the X-Wing is hardly proof that the pilot is dead, but it's the logical conclusion. They'll mark him missing in the database, and life will go on, but for Kaydel it feels as if this thing with Poe is ending before it's even begun. Just one more casualty of a war without end.

But despite the pain in her heart and the pounding in her head, she gets up the next morning and goes back to her station. If anyone knows what she's lost, they don't mention it, and for that she's grateful.

~o~

Two days crawl past in a fog of work and sleep and very little food, despite the fact that her friends try to ply her with treats at all hours. She appreciates the thought, but she just can't swallow past the lump in her throat. 

There's been no word from Poe, no signal from BB-8, and as the hours pass, hope begins to dwindle. Kaydel knows that if he were still alive, he'd have found a way to contact them, but she's not quite ready to give up just yet. She knows at some point that the General will have to declare him presumed dead, but she's not even sure that'll really be the end of hoping he comes back.

Everyone knows the stories, has grown up with them, so they know that the General and her brother and husband have faced longer odds and come back. It's all she can cling to now. 

~o~

The transport sets down on the flight line with very little fanfare. Kaydel's barely paying attention. She's been tracking First Order fleet movements by order of the General. There's something going on, but no one's sure what. 

Comms has been a hub of activity, with reports coming in on all frequencies. There's been a BB-8 sighting, which had made Kaydel's heart climb nearly up into her throat when she'd heard it. It doesn't mean Poe's alive, but it's further proof that if anyone could get out of a tight spot, it's him.

There's a commotion on the flight line, but Kaydel's so focused on her task that she barely notices what's going on. It isn't until she feels a tug at her bun that her head pops up. She spins around, but can hardly believe she's seeing what she's seeing.

Poe.

Poe Dameron.

Alive.

Alive!

She practically throws herself into his arms, not really noticing the dirty uniform or the sunburned face.

"I—I thought—Oh gods—" she blurts out, clinging to him, tucking her face into his neck and breathing him in.

He rubs her back, murmurs soothing words in her ear. "It's okay, love. I'm here now. I'm sorry I scared you."

She pulls back just enough to press a kiss to his lips. They're chapped and dry, but his eyes are sparkling and it's just so good to see that she can barely contain the joy. She knows she's crying, but she can't help it.

"You—how did you survive?" she asks with a puzzled frown. "Your X-Wing was destroyed. We all thought—"

"I wasn't in it when it blew," Poe says, shaking his head. "Storm troopers, and Snoke's lapdog. It got rough, but I made it out."

He kisses her again, and she decides that she could stay like this forever, if it meant he'd be safe, but a politely-cleared throat behind him pulls them apart. They turn to see the General gracing them with an indulgent smile.

"If you two are done, I need to debrief Captain Dameron," the General says.

"Of course, ma'am," Poe says with a nod. He turns back to Kaydel and gives a rueful smile. "Gotta go, but I'll find you later. Okay?"

She pushes up on her toes and kisses him one more time. "Get yourself cleaned up and go see medical. They'll probably track you down if you don't. We'll get dinner after."

"Yes, mother," he says with an eye roll.

When he turns around, the General is still standing there, one eyebrow raised. "If she hadn't said it, I would have."

"I have no doubt, ma'am," Poe says, grinning. "You're both a force to be reckoned with. I'd never dream of disobeying you."

"See that you don't," Kaydel says at the same moment the General says the same thing. 

Poe chuckles ruefully. "I see how it is. Ladies, your wish is my command."

The General smirks, then turns and heads for her office. Poe turns and winks at Kaydel before following the General.

When they're finally out of sight, Kaydel practically sags into her terminal. Her shift is barely half over, but she knows she's not going to be able to focus the rest of the day. She's gonna worry, the entire time he's gone, that she just imagined him, imagined his arms around her and his lips on hers.

But she didn't, and she's going to see him again in just a few hours. That thought alone calms her franticly-beating heart. She takes a couple of deep breaths and wipes the evidence of tears off her face. 

She's still got a job to do, and so does Poe. But for right now, having him back on the same base is enough.

~o~

They sleep intertwined that night. Kaydel is reluctant to let him out of her sight, as if he'll disappear the moment she's not touching him anymore. It's not rational, but up until a few hours ago, they'd all thought him dead, so she thinks she's due for a little irrationality.

Poe had been exhausted by the time he'd run the gauntlet of debrief, medical and a shower. He'd scarfed down dinner, and then practically faceplanted in bed once they'd returned to his quarters. She didn't mind; just having him beside her is enough. 

She's woken by the comm in his quarters activating. The voice on the other end of the commline is ordering him to Ops for debriefing on a new mission, and Kaydel knows that means she'll be ordered to Ops in short order. 

They dress quietly in the pre-dawn dark, neither of them willing to start the conversation. She knows she can't ask him not to go. You don't turn down General Organa when she requests you for a mission, but just this once Kaydel wishes Poe could turn her down.

He must see some of her thoughts on her face, because he pauses with boots on but pants still unbuckled to take her face in his hands.

"I will always come back to you," he says.

She knows he can't make that promise, but she doesn't care. Those are the words her heart needs to hear. "See that you do, mister. I'm not done with you yet."

Poe's smile is as bright as the sun. "Yes, ma'am."

They finish dressing and he kisses her one more time before he rushes through the door towards the flight line and his next mission. 

"May the force be with you," she says quietly before she exits his quarters and heads to her own duty station.

~Finis

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

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I was wondering if you are taking requests if you would write one with my idea?

I love all your writings so I thought you'd definitely kill this. Plus it's angst to fluff which is your brand :)

But I'm a sucker for cheerleader reader so what about, cheerleader reader always flirting with Eddie and complimenting him all the time. And he enjoys playing hard to get because he likes her chasing him. But she takes it as he's not interested so she gives up and starts treating him like a friend. And he's kinda like "but what?" And starts getting sad that she's not chasing him anymore.

Request by @ashwhowrites 💞

Warnings; Angst to Fluff 💞

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 💞🙂

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To say that she had a crush on Eddie was an understatement. For a few weeks now she flirted with the handsome metalhead whenever she could.

"Hey Eddie, I love your t-shirt today, would look better off though" she winks at him and his cheeks turn pink at her flirting as she not so subtly checks him out as she passed his locker.

The Metallica t-shirt that he was wearing was pretty badass she wasn't lying about that.

She looks back to see if maybe this time he will finally make a move like she's been wanting him to for weeks now.

Maybe give some indication that he feels the same way she does?

Yet he doesn't. He just smirks as he shuts his locker and joins his friends Jeff and Gareth.

She sighs disappointed.

"Looking hot today Munson!"

"Hey, handsome. You know you have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen"

"Is that cute little smile all for me Eddie? Did I tell you how cute you looked in Mrs O'Donnell's class?"

The compliments went on and on and yet except for maybe a cute blush on his cheeks, he would barely acknowledge her flirting.

Was he blushing because he liked what she said and that was it? Or because it was her who was saying these things and he had feelings for her?

Would he be the same if some other girl said it to him? The answer she conjures in her head makes her heart sink. Yes, he most likely would.

Was she stupid to do all of this when he didn't feel the same way? She was constantly putting herself out there and nothing ever happened.

Obviously, he just wasn't interested at all and she needs to stop chasing him so hard. Maybe he thought it was funny that she was so into him when he wasn't into her?

She sighs and resolves to stop the flirting before she makes an even bigger fool of herself.

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Eddie sees yn coming down the corridor the next day and he feels excitement build inside him.

For weeks now she had been flirting with him, chasing him and he enjoyed it. She was beautiful and a cheerleader and she wanted him, it blew his mind.

So yeah, he looked forward to it every day and what she would say to him. He liked her a lot but enjoyed playing hard to get.

Her eyes meet his and she smiles.

"Nice t-shirt Eddie" she gestures to his Iron Maiden shirt and he waits for the usual line that follows but she doesn't say anything else and he can feel his heart sink.

Did he do something wrong? Did she not like him anymore? Maybe she accepted a date with one of those asshole basketball players.

Shit! had he missed his chance completely?

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Two days pass and she is still the same which worries him. He knows he needs to talk to her and find out what was wrong.

Cheerleading practice finishes right after Hellfire Club so as soon as the new meeting is over he recruits Dustin, Lucas and Mike to clean up for him, he doesn't want to miss his chance in speaking to yn.

Luck must be on his side today because as he rushes out she is just coming out of cheer practice and he rushes over to her almost tripping over his own feet to catch her.

She looks surprised as he greets her.

"Oh, hi Eddie" he frowns as there is still none of her usual rapport with him.

"Sweetheart, have I done something wrong? You've been acting...not like yourself the last couple of days" she looks away from his concerned gaze.

"Not making an ass of myself you mean" she mutters and he stills.

"What?" he's confused because when has she ever made an ass of herself in front of him?

"Oh, come on Eddie. I've been flirting with you for weeks and you only see me as a friend. I was just embarrassing myself thinking you liked me" he gapes and then mentally kicks himself.

Jesus h Christ. He knew he should have said something sooner.

"I do like you, princess. A lot, seeing you and you flirting with me is the highlight of my day. I can't believe a beautiful girl like you wants to be with me" she softens and gently cups his cheek.

"You don't see yourself very clearly do you? You're kind and handsome, you took a bunch of kids under your wing when no one else would, and you make Hellfire a safe place for anyone who feels like they don't fit in, you give them a place where they feel they belong and that's incredible Eddie".

He blushes.

"You're making me blush here princess, I'm sorry I didn't say how I felt sooner, kinda liked you chasing me, to be honest. Didn't realise it would make you think I didn't feel the same, I'm a total butthead"

Her sweet laugh is music to his ears.

"Would you like to go out now? We could grab some milkshakes? Go back to mine and watch a movie or something?" Eddie asks hopefully.

She beams.

"I'd really like that Eddie, would love to see how talented those fingers of yours are too...on the guitar of course" she winks and he feels relief that she's back to her usual self and follows her as she heads to his van.

He opens the door for her and she stops to look at him for a second and then her lips meet his and he pulls her close to him.

Her lips feel like heaven on his and he kisses her deeply, biting gently on her bottom lip which makes her whimper in delight.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against hers and leaves little butterfly kisses over her cheeks and then back to her lips.

Fuck, he wishes he could kiss her forever and it is a wish that comes true 💫💞

[arrogantsonofabiscuit]

Calling him your husband prank

Feat:- Kuroo, Oikawa, Sakusa & Kita

A/n:- I don’t know what should i write here lol.

General masterlist || Haikyuu masterlist

Genre:- fluff, mentions of pet names + TikTok

✮ Kuroo:-

    Oh boy,

    When I say he is whipped for you I ain’t lying! He is a simp for you!

    Neways so you were scrolling through the addicting app tik-tok when this prank just popped up on your fyp.

    You saw a girl calling her boyfriend her husband and his reaction to the term.

    You thought since Kuroo is a tease maybe you could get a reaction out of him which flusters him .

    You place your phone on the coffee table and cover it a bit so that only the camera is visible to you. Kuroo steps out of the bedroom and plops himself right next to you on the couch and searches for a movie to play on the flat tv screen.

    You had hit the record button and were talking on the other phone and that’s when you said it.

    You pretend that your friend had called you  to ask you about your whereabouts and with whom you were with.

    You reply “I am at my home with my husband.”

    Kuroo whips his head so fast at your direction that he almost felt he may have broke it . Please don’t do this, even though y/n is cute but still no!

    Kuroo looks at you amused and you could see that his tips of his ear were red and his cheek was pink.

You end the call and sit next to him, he then grabs your wrists and plants soft kiss on them saying “Rather than calling me babe, you should call me your husband.”

Now it is your time to be flustered.

✮ Oikawa:-

Yoohoo ~

Ahem anyways, you guys were on a date enjoying your meal together . After finishing up with your meal , You guys wait for the bill .

Oikawa always spoiled  you , he would always give his card to you for shopping . Would buy you stuff which you just talked about or saw it in some store. Your boyfriend was talking to the waiter and asked them to bring the bill.

You were just scrolling through your Instagram reels when you saw someone do a prank in which they call their boyfriend as their husband. Your relationship with Tooru was always playful and you liked that. He was a tease for sure and he always made you flustered whenever he could. You wanted to fluster him so you decided to do this prank on him . 

You hold your phone in such a way that it would look like you were taking a selfie. Oikawa starts posing as he thought you were taking his pictures , you decided to go with the flow.

 The waiter arrives and places the bill on your table waiting for you guys to settle the payment. Oikawa pulls his credit card out of his wallet and gives his card to the waiter to swipe it in the machine.

 As their job the waiter asks for the review about their service, food, ambience of the restaurant. You take it as an opportunity and say “ My husband and I really like coming here for dates and it’s really pretty and your services are great as well. Isn’t it my husband?” You wink at his direction . 

Oikawa.exe has stopped working . He whipped his head towards the waiter and asks him while stuttering “did they just call me their husband? They did?!?” The waiter nods their head in amusement and smile looking at you guys. “Well my wife and I do enjoy coming here! Thank you for great food as always” Oikawa flashes his infamous wink towards you only to see you as flustered as he was. 

“Angel, do you wanna be my wife?”

“Yes, but at a right time”

 “Oh it would come soon don’t worry”

✮ Sakusa:-

You were sitting on your couch watching some tv shows which you missed because of work but you got  bored easy and were now scrolling on tik-tok watching some videos.

The front door creaks open , as your grumpy boyfriend enters with a huff he takes off his shoes and masks and makes his way towards you plopping on top of you.

“What is all this?” You ask him amused by his behavior. “I missed you and the practice was quite tiring” he replies with a pout still prominent on his lips. “Let me guess your teammates kept on doing something new ? Or were they loud as always?” You ask as you stroke his hair and kiss his forehead. 

“You have no clue how hard it is to handle them” you cup his cheeks gently and look at him with adoration “ Omi who are you kidding you love them irrespective of how they are” you giggle as Omi huffs and mumbles “don’t team up with them” . 

“How about you take a quick shower and I would offer my cuddles and kisses Hmm?” He gets up nodding his head. You were  now on the couch waiting for him to come back from his shower laughing at some tik-toks until one caught your eye. 

Calling your s/o your hubby thinking aback Omi was still not used to the pranks you and Atsumu always pulled . So you decide to try this on him. As Sakusa enters the living room he plops down again on top of you nuzzling his head closer to your chest.

 “My big baby do you wanna watch something or you wanna nap?” “Nap” “okay” you then place your phone on the coffee table and start recording. 

“Y/n?” “Yes?” “My phone is ringing would you pick it up but if it’s them (referring to Hinata, Bokuto & Atsumu) don’t pick up”

 “ Hey Tsumu  how are you?” Sakusa rolls his eyes .

“Yes my husband is fast asleep what do you want?” Sakusa raises his head and hugs your waist tightly mumbling an “I love you my-soon-to-be-wife”

 “DID HE SAY I LOVE YOU? HE NEVER SAYS THAT TO U-“ Sakusa cuts the call and falls asleep on you smiling as you were still flustered.

✮ Kita:-

You were on a video call with your sister talking about the daily gossips she had to share . Whereas your boyfriend was patiently waiting for you to be done with the call.

“And then they fell while stomping off *weird laughing noise*” You roll your eyes as you were used to your sister and how weird her humour was .

Kita enters the kitchen to fetch a glass of water but you were so busy on call that you did not realise that he was around.

“Anyways I gotta ask how is your husband?” You sister smirks as she asks this question.

“Oh he is great tbh we were planning to watch a movie and order take out!” You reply giddily.

“So has he planned to wife you up?” Your sister asks.

“Hello, uh yes I have decided to wife your sister up but I need to have a beautiful ring as her which would be impossible to find. But I will find a precious ring and wife your sister” Kita replies as he smiles at your sister and then you placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Y/n? Y/n? Are you okay? You aren’t responding at all” . You were shocked as you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward with his answer.

“Shin?”

“Yes darling?”

“Do you really mean it? You want to Marry me?”

“Yes Ms Kita I want to”

“Say that again” you blush

“Ms Kita”

“🥺🥺🥺”

Thank you for reading. Take care <3

Reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[misspearly1]

The Receptionist

Pairing: Max Phillips x Y/N

Synopsis: Y/N is the receptionist at a sales company, and had been working there for a total of two years, however the last six months she has had to endure the sexual teasing from her new boss, Max Phillips. It’s no secret that he is a seducer with every woman in the office, but he has a keen eye on Y/N specifically.

When their sexual tensions finally come to head, and he reveals that he is truly a vampire, how does Y/N react? Read on and find out…

WC: 4.3k

18+ Content. No Minors Please! Continued Warnings Down Below

Warnings: Oral (Both F and M receiving) Smut, Unprotected PIV, Borderline Monster sex & Slight rough deepthroating too. Cute fluff too.

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Y/N woke up feeling a little chipper than usual today, pulling on her new smart looking pantsuit for work and never anticipated that by the end of her shift, it would be torn to pieces and she would discover a terrifying yet beautiful thing about her boss, Max.

Max Phillips. Regional manager at her branch and a huge flirty character, he is confident and likes to make his presence known whenever he enters a room, and he does it well. For the last six months, Y/N has had either the pleasure or the misery of working with him, she cannot quite tell which one it is.

He’s a sexy, suspicious narcissistic asshole of a boss and Y/N would have left a long time ago if it wasn’t for the fact that Max had boosted her pay check. At first he came across as a huge red flag, someone who shouldn’t be in a position of authority and when she expressed this, threatening to leave, he gave her a pay rise in order to convince her to stay.

She didn’t understand why then, but then it hit her not long after. Y/N would like to say that she offers excellent work and exceeds to the maximum effort of her potential that a receptionist can offer but the truth is, it’s easy work. Max could certainly hire someone else and she realized the only reason he was willing to raise that pay check was because it means he could get to stare at her all day. Which he does and has been doing everyday since then.

The money was too good to turn down, so she gave it a chance and stayed. Max was surprisingly and somewhat professional about it. He asked her to keep it to herself about the pay rise and in return, he will stop with the teasing and the flirting.

He kind of stayed true to his word, while he did tone it down a little, this last month he has been acting weird, especially since she accompanied him on a car ride to corporate. Y/N doesn’t know how or why but just seeing the way he drove the car changed her view of him. His clothes clung to his body tightly, giving her a spectacular view of his form, she nearly gasped when he turned his body towards her and reversed the car.

Placing his hand on the headrest of her seat, he looked out the rear view window and Y/N’s eyes darted to his chest. Broad and wide, it was too enticing for her to run a hand along it so she quickly turned her ogling eyes away, squeezing her thighs together and chiding her behaviour for looking at her boss in this manner.

It was as if Max had picked up on this and ever since then, he has been subtly coming onto her, again. Every time y/n takes a chance on lifting her head to glance in his direction, his eyes are always on her, grinning a toothy smile with a twinkling and flirtatious wink.

Unlike before, it now was beginning to fluster Y/N, sexually. Then there was the way he would talk to her, dropping an octave and sounding seductive when telling her simple things like ‘Good morning’ or ‘Thanks for the paperwork.’ Like a siren's call, Y/N was captured by his tone.

She found herself looking at Max more than she ever normally would and began to admire his features. His beautiful brown eyes and prominent nose, or those pouty lips of his, Y/N had caught herself a couple of times picturing those lips on hers and she would blush at the thought. Trying to keep her head down at work and to get Max out of her head, she had struggled all week with doing just that.

Max hasn’t left her alone this week, from the minute she clocks in till the second she clocks out and leaves, every day, he has been like a moth around a lamp. She doesn’t mind it, but she is trying to get him out of her head and he is making it considerably hard for her to do so.

Walking up to the copier machine, y/n’s mind had gone blank over the whirring and beeping sounds as she photocopied some legal documents for Max. It’s been a long morning so far and she zones out, not hearing the humming sounds of someone talking behind her.

“Toots. Didn’t you hear me?” his annoyingly handsome voice penetrated her peaceful daydream. Turning her head to look at him, she hummed and pressed the print button one more time. Max walked a little closer and stated “conference room, we’re waiting on you”

Another conference meeting, really Max? That’s the third one today and it’s not even lunch.

Moaning to herself silently, she pressed on a button on the copier, making more noise, more beeps and whirrs, and placed a hand to her ear, jibing “What? Max, I can't hear you over the copier. Give me a minute”

She hoped he would let her get on with her work but Max shut the door to the conference room and came over to stand beside her, unplugging the machine from the wall and then stood to look her directly in the eye.

Oh no. What now Max.

He took his time to gawk at her figure and she was beginning to fluster yet again under his intense stare. Max took note of the pantsuit she had chosen today and thought that she looked delicious, after finding her eyes again, he growled “I said, conference room, I'm waiting on you”

What was that? Did he just growl at me?

“Max, do I have to? Please. I don't do sales, I do copies.” she pleaded, holding up a pile of paper in her hands.

Max heard the tone in her voice and he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on when hearing her say please, y/n does something to him that he can’t explain. She is sweet and innocent yet ferocious and sexy at the same time. Leaning in close, he breathes a deep inhale, smelling her pheromones and smirks.

Jesus max, what the fuck is wrong with you today.

Y/N raised her brows in question at what he was doing. This was new. Sure, Max stares and flirts, but this was new. Never has he invaded her personal space like this or smelled her… It’s turning her on and she wonders if he can tell. It’s no lie that Max is hot, incredibly hot actually, but she told him to stop flirting a long time ago, wouldn't it be hypocritical of her to welcome it now?

Snapping herself out of it, she can see some of the other workers peeping through the blinds to see what the holdup was, so Y/N clicked her fingers in his face “Max. Can I skip the meeting or what?”

He licked his lips and kept smirking. He knew she was turned on by him and wanted to see how far he could push it, but he needed to take care of this meeting first so he nodded his head before slapping her ass and walking away, teasing “Sure. See you after, toots”

She was flabbergasted and shocked. Y/N couldn’t believe that her boss had actually smacked her ass, in the office, in front of other workers and she especially couldn’t believe how it had sent a slick of arousal straight to her core. Walking away from the copier machine, she headed towards the bathroom to cool off and just as she reached the doors leading into the kitchen, she chanced one more look to him.

Once again, like always, he was already looking at her but something was different about him. His eyes were darker and she swore there was a tinge of red in the middle.

Quickly turning away, she practically ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

“What the hell was wrong with his eyes? And why did it turn you on even more?” She talked to herself in private.

Max chuckled to himself then opened the door to the conference room and entered. He could smell her arousal from here, he could hear everything she was muttering to herself and Max knew he had her. He has been trying so hard to act normal around her but the truth is, he has been struggling for months.

When she told him that she would leave unless he acts professional, he knew he had to take this slow and let her open up to him instead, and after that car ride he shared with her to corporate, he could sense that she was starting to. Everyday since then, he would entice her more and more, watching Y/N crumble with desire.

Max knows that if he gets the chance to kiss her lips, he will lose control so he has to reveal his true self and see if she would be afraid or not - Max has to reveal that he is a vampire.

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Later that evening, Y/N was sitting by her desk saying goodbye to the last of her colleagues as they passed her desk to go home. After her encounter with Max, she had spent the whole day trying to avoid him and thankfully, he didn’t try looking for her. In fact, she hasn’t seen him at all for the last two hours.

Finishing up the last of her work, Y/N photocopied a few more documents for her boss and left them on his desk but her attention was torn towards a shadow, flicking passed in the corner of her eye. Walking towards the door, she called out to the dark “Hello?”

Faded laughter echoed back to her and it was Max’s laughter. Shaking her head and sighing, she bemoaned “that’s not funny Max.” Walking back to her own desk, she leant over to grab her stuff and a gust of wind blew past her ass. Turning quickly on the spot, she couldn’t see anything but Max snickered this time.

“Stop that, asshole. My shift is over and I'm leaving” she chided, trying to hide her amused tone. He was being playful and it was exciting.

Looking around the room, she tried to look for him and was unsuccessful, until she saw the faintest flicker of movement behind a filing cabinet. Narrowing her eyes to make out what it was, Y/N saw two red eyes glowing at her and she worried “Max, I think something’s in here with us”

This thing stood there, hiding in the dark and breathed deeply. Y/N was becoming fearful. Her heart was slowly thumping faster and it nearly stopped when it growled. She’s heard that growl before, from earlier that day… When Max growled at her.. Clearing her throat, she kept her eyes trained on him and whispered “Is that you Max”

“Hey there toots” he snarled. Peeping his head out into the light, Y/N could see his face, his real face. The veins were popping out from his pale skin, his teeth were sparkling white with two sharp canines and his eyes were a deep, dark red. Max looked monstrous, he looked like the devil - like a vampire.

Y/N was frozen on the spot. She was so still that she could barely breath while she stared at her boss, smirking and growling at her, then he began moving. Slowly, he began stalking his way towards her position, but she still did not move. Max knew why, he could smell why. Y/N wasn’t afraid of him, she was aroused.

“Are you scared, sweet cheeks?” he asked.

Y/N still didn’t move. She was captivated by the sight of him, and the sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine, straight to her core. His tone was low, piercing her soul and drawing her in, while her eyes were lost in the fire of his. Everything around her was melting away the longer she looked, but it didn’t feel scary, it was inviting and warm right up until he stood right in front of her.

Max seemed taller. Her head was level with his chest and she looked up into his hellish eyes as he towered over her, tutting “it’s rude to stare, Y/N” Her mouth slowly fell open in awe. She has never seen anything like this in her life, he is magnificently alluring to look at. But when he ducked his head down to her level, she could have fainted from the burning hunger to kiss him.

“You haven’t answered my question yet” he chirped. Standing inches away from her face, Max leaned in closer and brushed those sharp teeth along her cheek, towards her ear “Do I scare you, Y/N?”

“S-should I be s-scared, M-Max?” she trembled as he tilted her head to the side, brushing his lips over neck and pricking his fangs across her skin. The slick was pooling in her panties now, even though he is dangerously close at biting her, Y/N wants him to and Max knows.

“Yes” He groaned before attaching his lips over her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin as she moaned and gasped under him. Her hands found purchase on his shoulders, so Max grabbed her hips and surged forward, shoving her onto the edge of a desk and knocking the contents on top all over the floor.

Y/N expected him to bite and drink her blood, but he didn’t. Instead, he ripped open her shirt and tore the bra off her body with brute strength. Attaching his lips onto her nipples, Y/N bucked her hips and arched her back into him, babbling “B-bite p-please Max”

All of his composure had disappeared, Max knew if he took a drink of her blood that he would become feral and lose control but the sound of her begging him had his teeth pinching into her flesh and when she moaned with pleasure, he sunk his fangs deeper into her nipple. She was sweet and tasted heavenly, and Max couldn’t get enough.

He wanted and needed more of her. Tearing her pants down her legs along with her panties, Max dropped to his knees and sank his tongue through her folds, tasting the delectable juices of her cunt. Yanking on her hips, he pulled Y/N into him then slid his tongue inside her hole.

She fell back and wailed from the feeling. Snaking his tongue inside her pussy, Y/N gasped at the length of it stroking her walls before he retracted it and mumbled “Like that, do you?”

Taking her clit into his mouth, he sucked on the nub and flicked his tongue over it a couple times before ordering “You going to cum in my mouth” Max ate her cunt like it was his last meal on earth, he looked up at her body and watched her rub a finger around the nipple that he bit.

He ran a hand up her torso and pinched her other nipple, groaning into her as she whimpered. Slipping his tongue back inside her cunt, he twirled it around while rubbing her clit, and her body recoiled with satisfaction as her legs closed around his head.

When her orgasm reached its peak, she cried into the back of her hand and Max drank up every last drop of her spend. Heaving and panting from her high, Y/N gasped when she felt two sharp teeth biting into her groin, then she whined when he drank her blood and caressed her thigh with his thumb.

With his cock bulging painfully hard in his pants and after having another taste of her blood, the urge to fuck her raw was growing fast. Max stood and began unbuttoning his shirt, Y/N watched and worshiped every inch of his skin that he revealed. She could see the inhumane strength that he holds through his large muscles, but her eyes blew wide when he dropped his pants and his cock sprung free.

He was enormously big, long and girthy. He saw her wonton expression and asked “You think you can take it?” Taking himself in hand, Max stroked his cock and stared into Y/N’s widened eyes as she looked up at his smile, then looked back to him pumping his cock, when she slid down off the table and knelt on the floor, Y/N could see Max close his eyes.

He looked desperate. Leaning forward and placing a kitten lick to his tip, Max’s breath hitched in his throat as he dropped his hand to let her take over, when he felt her warm lips wrap around his shaft, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Fuck yes, Y/N” The sight of her looking directly at him while she took all that she could in her mouth was enough for him to orgasm right there on the spot. “Just like that baby” he cooed.

Pre-cum dribbled out from his cock when she pulled back and she caught it with her tongue before running it down the vein on the underside of his length. Cupping his balls within one hand, Y/N braced her other on his hip and took him back in her mouth.

“You’re killing me here, sweetheart” Max groaned.

Hallowing her cheeks and fighting the reflex to gag when deepthroating his cock, Max shuddered at the feeling of filling her mouth, then she began bobbing her head. Moaning and sucking him off, he struggled to hold back from holding her head and fucking her throat. So he praised instead over his urge “God! Keep doing that”

Y/N could feel his balls scrunching up within her hand and fondled them gently, edging him closer towards his peak. The sound of him falling apart above made her feel powerful and confident, so she took him deeper, burying her nose in the hair of his mound and he warned “Oh shit, Y/N” .

Holding him there for a few seconds over the sounds of her name blowing past his lips, before she choked and pulled back, but Max held her head and thrusted his cock forward. He came and she gulped back ropes upon ropes of his cum and there was a lot of it too. The tears rolled down her eyes while she moaned around him, and when she choked again, he pulled his hips back, muttering “Sorry, baby”

Caressing his thumb over her cheek, Max pulled her to stand and planted his lips on hers, tasting himself in a kiss. Slipping his tongue inside her mouth, she once again was surprised at the length of it and he pulled off, chuckling lightly “Like that, sweet cheeks?”

Picking Y/N up and wrapping her legs around him, she panicked at the sheer length of his cock poking into her folds. After feeling him in her mouth, she knows he is going to stretch her tight walls but Max reassures “I’ll go easy on you just, no more blood, ok?”

“Ok” she nodded, then asked why. Max notched himself at her entrance and stopped to answer “Because it makes me lose control.” He looked down at her pussy and then back up to her eyes, asking silently for permission. She did the same and then whispered “It’s ok. I can take it”

Max leaned in to kiss Y/N and swallowed her whimpers as he slowly sank his cock inside of her. Only making it halfway, he pulled away from her lips and shuddered “Fuck.” Opening his eyes to look at Y/N, he could see that it was hurting her, so he requested “Lay down and let me take care of you”

“You know I’ve thought about kissing you for a long time now?” he admitted and he could feel her walls pulse around him. Pulling out his member, Max remained to shallow thrusts and added “From the moment I met you, I knew I wanted you Y/N.”

“Keep talking…” She pulled on his arms for him to lean down closer to her. Panting into his mouth over the blissful burn, Y/N could feel her walls opening up over his words, so Max obliged and praised “You’re beautiful Y/N, it was hard - fuck!” he was cut off to moan at her wrapping her legs around his back and squeezing him. Then he continued what he was saying.

“It was hard looking at you everyday and not being able to hold you-” he panted, sinking himself a little deeper and elaborated “-to kiss you and to call you mine” Y/N whimpered from his words, bringing him in further as he buried himself to the hilt and she begged “M-more, please baby”

Pulling himself out halfway, Max thrusted his dick in her cunt harder and deeper, she scratched at his back, drawing blood and cried with pleasure “Oh fuck! Max, keep doing that” bottoming out with each short, hard thrust, Max kept fucking her like that as her desire oozed around him.

“You feel so good y/n” Grunting into her, Max’s orgasm was building quickly as her walls began to pulse more around him. She found his eyes and held his gaze, whining “You’re so big inside of me, Max”

Max moaned into her mouth, keening at her words and kept thrusting his hips before warning “I’m close. Where?”

“Inside, I’m safe!” she wailed. The stars erupted behind her eyes and her walls clenched like a vice grip on Max, his movements faltered before he spilled his seed deep inside of her seconds later. Breathing heavily together through their highs, Y/N kissed him and mumbled into his lips “I've wanted you for a long time too”

Max, still kissing her lips, lifted Y/N and carried her into his office. There, he made love to her multiple times on his sofa until she was too exhausted to continue. He ran his hands up and down her back, caressing her skin with featherlight touches and she giggled “That tickles”

“I know.” He smiled. Pulling her close, he held her tightly and let her drift off to sleep while Max stayed awake. He watched Y/N’s sleeping form rise and fall on his chest with each breath he took, spending an embarrassing amount of time looking at her face in particular.

Y/N is gorgeous, enough to make him hard on the spot whenever he sees her but right now, she looks like a goddess. Sleeping peacefully and looking innocent, his eyes roam over her face endlessly until he begins to feel woozy and light headed, so he too closes his eyes and eventually falls asleep.

In the early hours of the next morning, Max peels himself out from underneath her and runs to a nearby store, buying a handful of clothes and some breakfast. When he comes back, he presents the clothing “I wasn’t sure what you felt like wearing today, so I got one of each style”

As she looked through the bag, her brows furrowed and she looked up to Max “How do you know what I like?”

“Y/N, you do everything for me around this office. You know a lot about me, so I took it upon myself to learn a little more about you”

She beamed a bright smile to him, she was delighted that Max would take the time to do that for her. Proving his point even further, he had also brought breakfast that she loves to eat from out of the Sally’s Breakfast Bar. A cup of smooth hazelnut coffee with two slices of blueberry French toast, she shook her head in disbelief. Then she smirked and joked “You sure you weren't just stalking me, Mr. Phillips?”

Max winked, “Let me take you out on a proper date.”

Y/N was in a teasing mood, so she sat back in her chair and took a sip of her drink, joking some more “Oh, I don’t know if I can get the time off. My boss is a real hard ass and a little creepy”

Hiding a grin behind her cup, Max gave her a half serious look before acting shocked “You don’t say?” Leaning back, opposite Y/N and smirking, he adds to that “Tell you what, he gives you any trouble, you call me and I’ll rough him up”

Max’s eyes went red while he flashed his teeth and growled playfully. Lifting Y/N’s feet over his lap, he rubbed her legs and chuckled deeply with her light hearted laughter. After she placed her cup to one side, he pulled her to sit in his lap and kissed her lips.

“Yes” she mumbled. Breaking off and looking into his eyes, she clarified “Yes. I will go on a proper date with you Max”

“Ok sweet cheeks” he grinned and she smiled back, repeating his words and mocking his tone. Max’s face morphed again and he surged forward with Y/N, warning “You want to try that again?”

Y/N giggled from the pinch of his teeth on her neck, “Ok sweetch-Oh fuck!” After daring herself to test his patience, Max sunk his fangs in her skin and she moaned. Not only from his bite, but from his member beginning to harden once more in his pants.

Max sighed playfully, shaking his head and teased “I did warn you, naughty girl.”

Then, he turned Y/N over swiftly and kneaded the flesh of her ass, asking, “Are you ready for another round?”

Y/N arched her back, presenting herself to him and whined “Always, Mr. Phillips.”

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[hoetachi]

WUSYANAME? + Ichigo Kurosaki

mulan’s input: he got the drip for this song, if we being honest summary: in which he just wanna know the name that goes with that pretty lil face genre; fluff pairings; ichigo kurosaki x black! reader

drabble

what’s your name?

it was a question he had on replay whenever you showed up. You was new to his town and based off of what his boys been saying, you were an angel to be around. A heart of pure gold & love, an welcoming energy and a smile to turn away any storm that might approach. That was you, and he wanted to witness these things for himself

“Are you gonna ask her or stare like a creep while we’re here?” Rukia scolded as she whacked the back of the ginger’s head with a rolled up magazine

“Ouch and what the hell are you talkin’ about? i’m not staring at no one” He lied as his glanced towards your direction. The both of you locked eyes and a bright pink blush swarm his cheeks as he quickly looked away obviously, causing a sweet giggle to come from your person which only deepened his already flustered cheeks

“Obviously there’s no hallows around for you to be staring intensely like that. so are you going to go introduce yourself or not?”

“He’s probably gonna scare her off with his rep or maybe he don’t got the balls to go and talk to her” Karin teased as she kicked her feet up with a smirk.

If there’s one thing that anymore learned about Ichigo, it would be don’t underestimate challenging him. Any previous fear or nervous can be wiped away with determination, if he put his heart into, which currently was the reason why he was approaching your booth with the confidence of an king

You noticed his stride towards, which caused you to put down the pen inside your notebook, giving your aching a small break to hear what this kid had to say

With a charming grin, he stood before with a cool demeanor. “Hey there beautiful, I’ve noticed you around school and some parts of town so i decided to come and finally introduce myself to you” He winked as he stuck his hand toward you. Your eyes darting from his hand to his face before you gently took it and gave it a firm shake before letting it out

“Really? so what’s your name?” You gave him a smile, one that light up the darkest spaces in his mind. He really looked like he was gonna turn into putty if you decided to simply tap his shoulder for his attention.

At first was amusing until you noticed he was just standing there looking at you. You waved your hand in front of his face, yet you didn’t get a reaction out of him

“Umm… your name, ginger?”

You rolled your neck at him as he stared at you— basically with heart eyes. You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your throat once again. You wasn’t expecting someone like him to be so all over place at the sight of you. In other words, you found it’s kinda cute in a way

“Hey! tell her your name, you dimwit!” Rukia hid her laughter behind her hand as Karin irritatedly threw a can at the dumbstruck reaper’s head, bringing him back to his senses and making him remember why he even approach you in the first place

“Oh- my name is ichi—” He whipped his head to an empty booth. Thousands of questions ran through his mind as he looked around the small restaurant for you, but to no avail. He audibly groaned at the missed opportunity due to his obvious drooling, but how can you really blame him when your that girl. You have—no, you are star quality behind those gorgeous warm eyes and just standing there in those seconds before you vanished from his presence, you could say he fell in love with the way the sun shined against your sephia, reddish-brown, skin or the way barbie-styled silk press ponytail elegantly perched just an inch off your shoulders

Whatever it was, it definitely did a number on his thoughts about you. Who would’ve thought a basic question like that would caused the delinquent soul reaper to freeze like a deer in headlights. Thinking about the stolen moment due to his confidence falter for a second in your beautiful presence

A frown emerged on his features whilst he stuffed his hands deep in his pockets. Only if you said your name first, maybe he wouldn’t feel so… lost at the moment

“..just wanted to know your name”

karin rised from her seat with a witty grin a she rested a hand on his shoulder. “You win some, you lose some” She shrugged, attempting to get him out his little feelings over something so little. However, her attention was elsewhere as her brow raised at a small folded piece of scratch paper was laid out neatly on the wooden table you once sat at

“Hey bro, i think she left something behind” She brought to his attention while walking over and plucking it from its spot

Suddenly his mind became curious once more at the mention of you. “Really? what is it?”

“A note of some sort. It’s probably for you.”

He took the piece of paper before taking a lone seat away from peering eyes. On the folded part it read ‘for ginger ♡’ and the way his previous blush came at back, was on tenfold.

Taking a shaky breath as his heart beat out of his chest at concerning rate he finally decide to unfold the small paper and it’s contents eagerly

‘You cute and kinda silly… and i have a gut feeling you have pure intentions, ginger. So here’s my number (xxx-xxx-xxxx) as a second chance. Call me y/n, and also if you ever get lost too xoxo’

if anyone who was wondering what the hairstyle looks like

reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated <3.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚎 (𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 & 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚗) 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) × 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) × 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚗 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏.

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟻𝙺+

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚅𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝), 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚘𝚛𝚊��� (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙*𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎, 𝚅𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛! 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 × 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚂𝚊𝚗 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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The young female looked at the male in front of her in an appalled manner.

"Umm.....what?" She could not believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

Her boyfriend however didn't seem bothered by her reaction nor did the overly enthusiastic smile on his face brush off.

"How do you feel about helping me make a sex tape?" He repeated his previous request.

The girl raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if perhaps he was still drunk from the previous night in which he and some of the other members decided to act like dumb teens and got wasted in their dorm, resulting in him drunk calling his girlfriend and her coming over to help out the oldest and the tallest member control the other 6 men who were going berserk.

"When did you even get an idea like that?" She questioned him.

"Last night actually."

She threw her hands up and huffed.

"That's it. I'm not letting you anywhere near any alchohol for the next year." She swore to herself.

"Awww Y/N, baby, come on, don't be like that. Hear me out."

Taking one of her arms, he pressed her body against his, both of them still warm given it hadn't been long since they got out of the comfort of the bed. With one hand caressing her lower back and the other running itself through her hair, Hongjoong began to lazily press kiss across her jaw, knowing fully well it was a weakness to get her to give in.

"Think about how pretty you'll look. I'll edit it so you look even more beautiful. It'll be like one of those romantic adult films we watch together, and I know for a fact you like watching the explicit scenes."

Y/N let out a soft and shy giggle at being called out like that. She had often wondered, even out loud, how actors could actually go forth with such erotic scenes. She had to admit she admired their courage for doing them so effortlessly.

"Are you sure it's not something you wanna film to take with you whenever you're oversea? Watch a replay of you fucking me dumb?"

Now it was Hongjoong's turn to blush red. Y/N noticed how he swallowed hard, meaning there was something else.

"Hongjoong..... you were suggesting that you film us having sex...right?"

Hongjoong's eyes began to waver nervously.

"Well um...I was actually thinking more along the lines of....... someone else.....fucking you.." He stammered the last parts out.

"Are you serious?!" Y/N pushed him off her in a horrified manner, her hands fanning her face as she felt herself getting hot all of a sudden.

"Come on. You're acting like it's illegal or something. No one else besides us, and I guess the third person, will know about it." He tried to convince her.

"It's not illegal but it is insane. Who did you even think would agree to something like this?" She crossed her arms, waiting to hear what brilliant idea he came up with.

"I was hoping one of the guys would be a willing-"

"No way! That'd be even more embarrassing! It already gets awkward whenever one of them accidentally walks around with no shirt on around me, how could I possibly look at them in the face after we fuck?"

Not willing to listen to her crazy boyfriend, Y/N picked up her bag and reminded him to drink lots of water before sauntering out of his room, waving goodbye to Seonghwa who was in the kitchen and leaving before Hongjoong made things more embarrassing for her. Slumping down on the kitchen table, Hongjoong had a huge pout on his face.

"Lover's quarrels?" His same age friend asked as he began rinsing the dishes.

"Something like that." Hongjoong sighed.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure you two will figure it out. One of you ends up giving in sooner or later." He assured him.

Seonghwa was indeed right. Even if either one of you said no at first, you'd always, always, end up giving in just to try something new. That thought made Hongjoong lighten up and he began to think more about how to put his plan in motion. Firstly, he needed to pick one of the members who not only would be comfortable doing something like that, but would match the needed sex appeal.

"Jongho is out of the question. He's never even dated anyone." Hongjoong began thinking, evaluating in his head all his possible candidates.

"Mingi isn't a good choice either, he already has a lot to deal with so I'm not even going to bother with him."

Hongjoong then thought about Yeosang. He was good looking, but the problem was Yeosang was extremely reserved, not to mention he and Y/N weren't very close to each other. It would be bad chemistry. And his roommate and best friend Wooyoung was a strict no.

"I already know that little brat has a little crush on my girlfriend. If anything letting him fuck her would be like giving a little kid a candy shop all to themselves. I need someone who has absolutely no romantic inclinations so afterwards everything can go back to normal."

Turning his head, Hongjoong scanned Seonghwa up and down. He seemed like a possible choice. He was tall, very handsome, he and Y/N got along very well, in fact he was the one closest to her besides him. He knew for a fact Seonghwa was not innocent or pure in the slightest bit. And he'd be very professional about it. It seemed there was no question about Seonghwa being the best candidate.

"Wait! But they're close. What if this plan backfires and I accidentally ruin their friendship?"

Hongjoong groaned as he realized this was proving to be a lot harder than he thought. His mind then thought about Yunho. Yunho would be perfect in the more erotic sense given his size. He was tall, lean but well built and with defined muscles. And it'd be pretty interesting to watch and see if his girlfriend would be able to take a monster cock like that cause Yunho was definitely packing a lot.

Getting up, Hongjoong seemed decided as he walked down the hallway to have a little chat with his favorite donsaeng. Just before he could knock on the door to his room, it actually opened by itself, or more like, someone else came out right at that moment. It was none other than San, whose recently dyed blonde hair was messy. His skin had somewhat of a glow to it even if he was suffering from a major hangover. He was completely shirtless, his honey abs looking amazing as usual. The sweatpants he was wearing were hanging low on him, the V line near his pelvis poking out. And to top off the visual, his nipples were sticking out due to the piercings that he had recently gotten, a naughty secret that he had kept well hidden for a while til Wooyoung ratted him out. Hongjoong had never actually seen them, but now that he did, a light bulb went off in his head.

"Hyung.....my head is killing me." San groaned loudly, one arm weakly holding him steady against the doorframe.

That tiny sound that came out of the younger male's mouth sealed the deal for Hongjoong. San was absolutely perfect.

"Sannie....... when you're feeling better, Hyung wants to talk to you about something."

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"You're looking especially lovely tonight my dear." Hongjoong looked at his girlfriend who was sitting patiently on her bed, wearing a cute off white two piece lingerie set.

"You always say things like that whenever I'm going to suck your dick." She pointed out, although it wasn't meant to be ill intended.

Hongjoong simply continued to have that suspicious smirk plastered on as he finished setting up the last camera, having placed several ones on different parts of the room to capture different angles of the scene that was about to take place in those 4 walls. On a small stand, he had already installed his laptop so he could monitor more closely all the shots being taken and to start or pause anything if needed. Glancing at the time, he knew it was only a matter of time before their guest arrived.

"You're taking awfully long for someone who was aching to get their dick wet." She snorted, wondering how on earth could Hongjoong be so calm and collected.

Hearing a knock on the door, Y/N raised an eyebrow as she was not expecting anyone, but it seemed Hongjoong wasn't fazed at all. He actually sprinted out of his seat in lighting speed to open the door.

"Yeah but it's not my dick that's getting wet." He sent her a wink.

Before she could even ask him what he meant, San was already being dragged inside the room. He too looked puzzled when he saw his older friend's girlfriend on the bed wearing something so daring.

"Wow! Ok! I take it I got here too early?" San asked as he covered up his face with his hands.

"No San, you're not early. You're right on time actually."

Slumping an arm around him, Hongjoong pulled him into the center of the room.

"He's the one getting his dick wet."

Once she realized what was happening, Y/N grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her scheming boyfriend.

"Kim Hongjoong! You liar! You told me that we were going to be filming a sex tape between ourselves!" She exclaimed.

"A what?!" A confused San shouted, now more embarrased than ever.

"I knew that if I told you both what I really wanted you here for neither of you would agree and would probably think I'm weird or something." Hongjoong tried to explain himself.

"Oh I don't think, I know you're weird, wanting one of your members and your girlfriend to fuck each other just so you could make a porn out of it."

San reddened furiously at her words, eyes looking everywhere but at Hongjoong or Y/N. By now he had already opted for just staying quiet as he listened to the couple banter back and forth amongst themselves.

"What made you think San, out of all people, would want to even touch me?"

That caught said man's attention.

"Wait, hold on. What's that supposed to mean?" He squinted at her, eyes narrowing into slits. Y/N could feel the immediate change in his demeanor.

"Well you know just that.....it's you we're talking about San. Do you know how many girls thirst over you? Why would you even bother looking at someone like me when you look like that?" She gestured at his body and face, trying to get her point across.

San felt somewhat offended by her statement. She made it out to be like he was superficial or that he only cared about looks. Moreover, he didn't like hearing her talk about herself in that way. Brushing past his Hyung, San came to stand in front Y/N, eyes peering down at her. Feeling the intensity of his stare bear down on her, especially given her state of near undress contrasting his full dressed self made her feel self conscious. When she tried to cross her arms to cover herself, San was having none of that as he suddenly gripped her wrists and held them in front of her face.

"And do you have any idea how many of us have checked you out even though we know that you belong to Hongjoong? Do you think some of us didn't feel bad when we found out he decided to take you for himself?"

His admittance not only shocked her but her boyfriend behind them, who had thought only one member had been disappointed when they announced that they were dating. Noticing her shocked expression, San leaned in and smiled at her innocently.

"Don't worry too much about me though, I was mostly disappointed at the fact that I might never get a chance to tap that cute ass of yours." He expressed with no hint of shame whatsoever. San drew his gaze down to fully look at her, admire her silhouette for the first time ever since he walked in the room.

"But now that I know Hyung wants someone to fuck his girlfriend...well.... it'd be my pleasure." He let out a low chuckle before pulling her against him, hands caressing the sides of her torso. Taking one of her hands, he brought it up to his face to place kisses on her palm. Turning to the man that was forgotten for a minute, San raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me right now if there's anything you definitely don't want me to do, otherwise I'm going to have my way with her as I like."

Hongjoong thought about it for a second, wondering if there was something he did not want.

"You're absolutely not allowed to leave hickeys on her. I don't mind you leaving red hand prints or even cumming inside her since that can be cleaned up or will fade in a coupe's hours."

Moving back to go sit on the chair next to the laptop, Hongjoong leaned back and stared at San with a warning glare.

"But I want absolutely nothing that will last for days. That's only for me to do."

San scoffed at how silly Hongjoong sounded, but nodded nonetheless. Meanwhile Y/N looked back and forth at their exchange with fascination. It was arousing hearing them talk about her as if she was nothing more than a mere sex object, and she was loving it.

"Oh and San? Remember I'm going to film this. Try to make it as interested as possible. I mean... if you can that is." Hongjoong smiled slyly, sending challenge to the younger member.

"Oh trust me. I'll fuck her like she's famous." San bragged.

Y/N watched as San began pulling his shirt over his head. Raking her eyes over his arms, abs and chest, they widened considerably when they saw the metal piercings on his nipples. One hand actually came to clasp around her open mouth, she was that surprised.

"Remember I told you not to baby him too much cause he's not actually a baby?" Hongjoong snickered at her reaction, actually finding it funny.

"Hey if it diverts attention from you, I don't care."

Pushing her back until they were right next to the bed, San cupped her face and leaned in, lips nearly kissing hers.

"Are you all right with this?" He wanted to get her consent before anything else.

Letting out a hum, Y/N wrapped her hands on the base of his neck.

"Fuck me like I'm famous." She repeated what he said before.

"Ok."

As soon as their bodies and mouths connected, Hongjoong's finger pressed record so as to not miss anything. Sitting back, he decided to enjoy the show, a satisfied smile on his face after seeing that everything had gone according to plan. Their lips molded perfectly against each other's, their makeout session rivaling those of some of the biggest and steamy ones they'd see on tv. Tracing the outline of his lips with her tongue, Y/N successfully managed to get San to allow her access into his mouth. Her tongue settled against his and vice versa, muffled humming adding to the intensity of their kiss. San couldn't keep his hands off her lower back, eventually placing them right on her ass. Hongjoong inwardly patted himself on the back as he had deduced before that San was more of an ass man and now he was getting confirmation of it as he watched his hands cup and harshly squeeze his girlfriend's cheeks.

Not wanting only him to have his fun, Y/N thought it would be a good idea to test just how sensitive his nipples were. Sliding a hand up his torso, it pressed itself onto one of his pecs. She grinned when San emitted a whimper in her mouth when she pinched on his nipple, making sure to twist some of the piercing around.

"Oh my-" San groaned when her mouth detached itself from his in order to give attention to his nipples. He was whining and whimpering each time her tongue flicked around his buds and letting out choked gasps when her teeth would softly tug at them.

"Enjoying your new toy?" Hongjoong piped up, reminding them both that they were being watched.

"Just as much as you're enjoying me wreck your girl." San spat back at him, hissing when he suddenly felt Y/N sucked onto one of his nipples.

"Please. I've barely seen any action yet."

Hearing his taunting words, San pushed Y/N onto her knees, bringing her face close to the tent in his pants. Tilting her chin up, he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

"You have really pretty lips. All plump and pink.... I wonder how they'll look like if they're red, swollen and stuffed with my cock."

Making a quick work of his zipper, San pulled his jeans down along with his underwear, letting out his cock that was thick and well above average in length. Y/N licked her lips when she saw that the tip was glistening with precum that had dripped out when it was freed from its confinement. San was definitely bigger than Hongjoong, she wasn't going to deny that. She began to wonder if she could even fit that entire thing in her mouth, but she for sure wanted to try.

"I think the little cockslut is eager to suck you off San." Hongjoong sat up straighter in his seat, eyes focused on every detail in front of him.

"Is that right?"

Y/N exhaled softly when she felt San slap his cock against her cheek, running the tip on her cupid's bow.

"Go ahead. Just try and see if you can take me." He shot her a cocky grin.

Wanting to wipe that grin off his face, Y/N inserted the tip inside her mouth, keeping eye contact with San the entire time. She first tested the waters by slurping his head, indeed getting a reaction out of him since his thighs involuntarily shuddered. Feeling motivated, she slowly took more of him into her mouth, inch by inch he was slowly stuffing her full. Her cheeks hollowed out to help her fit him better, but still she gagged slightly when she felt him hit the back of her throat. Nevertheless she was proud of herself at being able to stuff his cock in her.

"Holy crap Y/N, are you trying to prove something?" Hongjoong stared in shock and arousal at seeing his significant other with another man's cock down her throat.

"Yeah, prove that she likes my cock better than yours." San gloated as he pulled her off his length only to stuff it back in and causing the female under him to let out a choked out gasp followed by a line of drool spilling onto the floor.

Grabbing her hair and pulling it up into a makeshift ponytail, San used it to keep her head up as he began a pattern of pulling out slowly only to force himself back inside her. He loved watching the messy scene in between his legs. Spit running down Y/N's chin, the corners of her eyes stained with tears, her muffled whines that were muted every time his shaft filled her mouth, the way his leader was sitting just a few feet away watching as his precious girlfriend was getting face fucked by someone else, San was enjoying it too much. His head was thrown back as he kept forcing his cock deep in her mouth, the loud slurping sounds of her swallowing around him complimenting the hisses and groans that were being exuded from his lips.

"Fuck! Oh my- are you ok with me cumming in your mouth?"

Judging by the way Y/N moaned around his organ and her hand cupped his balls to fondle them, San was taking that as a green light. Releasing her hair, he held onto the back of her head and pushed himself forcefully to and fro in her wet cavern, using it as leverage to help him reach his climax. Through shattered breath and clenched teeth, San's cum poured down her throat, hips stuttering and bucking further up to help him ride out his orgasm. When he pulled out, Y/N immediately gasped for air, her hair in complete disarray, lips darkened and wet with saliva.

"If that isn't one of the hottest images I've ever seen." Hongjoong added his input. He always did love seeing what a mess Y/N turned into after getting her pretty and delicate face fucked and abused.

Y/N smiled over at her boyfriend, looking at the tent in his pants before sending him a flirty wink accompanied by a swipe of tongue across her lips.

"You can suck him off after I'm done with you baby, but right now, I want you focused on me." San made her turn her attention back to him as he lifted her off the floor and set her on the edge of the bed. He showed no hesitation as he practically ripped her underwear off her body before tossing it behind him, making sure it landed on Hongjoong's lap.

"Jerk yourself off with that in the meantime cause you're not getting her back for a while."

Toying with the fabric in his hand, Hongjoong sneered at the younger male.

"Trust me, I have more self control than you'd think." He assured him.

"Let's see about that."

Getting down on his knees to be at eye level with her wet and shining folds, San dived in and began consuming her taste. His tongue moved languidly around her slit, savoring her taste on his tongue. Y/N's hands gripped and clutched the blanket underneath her, causing it to wrinkle up from how hard she was tugging at them. Her breath hitched whenever San gave all of his attention to her clit, sucking on the sensitive flesh until it began developing a slightly reddish tint. Her lips were also becoming engorged as San continued his assault on her mound, face practically buried inside her thighs. All throughout it, Hongjoong just took in every sharp intake of breath and every scrunched up expression Y/N made. It gave him joy to know she was definitely enjoying herself, her pleasure always been something he took into consideration.

"Good to see you know how to eat a girl out Sannie. I was afraid I was going to have to step in and show you why rapper are superior." He couldn't help himself but boast, after all, he had pride in being able to get a girl to cum multiple times with just his tongue.

Ignoring the older man's words, San gripped her thighs to hold her down. His tongue sped up as it slurped and slithered all over her heat, applying just enough pressure with his broad strokes across her labia folds. The girl on top of him tried to move his face away from her body as she felt the blood rushing down to her legs, face becoming heated as she knew she would burst any moment. She blamed Hongjoong for this, having spoiled and played around so much with her pussy that she was overly sensitive whenever she received oral sex. The fire pooling in her lower abdomen was about to explode.

"Ah! San- please!"

Muscles tightening and her upper body writhing, Y/N couldn't hold back as she began pumping out her orgasmic juices, her back falling back on the mattress while her mind blocked out anything that wasn't the immense feeling that was taking over her senses at the moment. San lapped up her juices generously, feeling smug about getting her to cum, although he knew it wouldn't be the only time she would be doing that. Sitting up, he allowed her to catch her breath and regain her senses before he continued with what he had in store.

Hongjoong looked with curiosity as San made Y/N sit back up and turned her over on all fours. Hongjoong couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his lips.

"You're gonna fuck her doggy style? Can't you be more creative?"

San didn't let his words deter him, he simply unclipped Y/N's bra and removed it from her body.

"I told you I was gonna fuck her like she's famous and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

His hands roamed across her body, caressing the curves and dips of her hips as he pressed his erection in between her ass cheeks. Y/N pushed her ass further back, impatient at the thought of having her hole filled up by him.

"See? Even she wants to be fucked like a little bitch in heat."

Y/N couldn't suppress the moan escaping her lips at being degraded like that.

"Wow, you're such a whore." Hongjoong mused when he heard her reaction.

"You offered this whore to your friend now suck it up and watch him pound my pussy." She giggled softly.

"Oh baby, I'm not just going to pound this pussy. I'm aiming to destroy it."

Lining himself against her hole, San slowly sunk his length deep into her walls. He felt as if he was being swallowed by her warmth that it took everything in him not to start fucking her right then. He made sure to give her time to adjust to his size.

"Hyung do you not fuck her enough? She's unbelievably tight and she feels too good." San grunted, dick twitching inside her as it ached for any sort of movement.

Hongjoong did not hide his displeased face.

"I fuck her quite often thank you very much."

San clicked his tongue in a cocky way.

"Whatever you say."

Y/N cried out in a high pitched tone when San suddenly pulled out only to plunge himself back into her. He set a merciless rhythm as his cock tore her walls open, stretching them as far as they could go, a stinging yet delicious burn heating her up. Strangled noises proceeded to spill forward from her throat mixing in perfectly with the sound of their skin smacking against each other. Shifting angles so his dick could hit against her g-spot every time it was shoved inside her, San's skin was already emitting that after sex glow, sweat beads forming on his temples. He looked completely focused, eyes trained on her ass cheeks that bounced with each of his thrusts. Unable to resist the urge, he brought one hand up so it could slap her skin.

"Oh s-shit!" She exclaimed, the force and unexpected smack on her bum nearly had her upper body collapsing on the bed.

"Can you smack her a little harder?" If Y/N wasn't so caught up with San fucking her so harshly, she would have noted the nearly sadistic tone in her boyfriend's voice.

"Just tell me if I can't take it baby." San caressed the patch of skin he had just slapped.

"Trust me, she can. She enjoys a little pain every now and then." Her boyfriend dished on that dirty little secret.

One slap was soon followed by several more. San made sure to alternate between each of her butt cheeks. Y/N's wailing began to get increasingly louder and frantic, her ass stinging every time San's hand smacked it, making a majority of it turn a deep red color. But he made sure that it wouldn't leave any bruising or anything of that sort remembering Hongjoong's previous rule.

"Damn you're so fucking loud."

The shocked gasp coming out her mouth was half muffled when San pushed her head against one of the pillows, effectively burying her loud mouth into the sheets.

"San didn't you said you'd fuck her like she's famous? Then why cover up her screaming?" Hongjoong pondered, one hand rubbing at the top of his thigh.

"Scream? You wanna really hear her scream?"

Yanking her back up from her hair, Y/N only managed to catch her breath for one second before she felt herself flipped onto her back. The intrusion of San's large cock was just as seering as the first one but it was welcomed nonetheless by her walls fluttering around his cock. One of her legs was thrown over his shoulder, his brutal pace heightening the build up in her stomach. Her fleshy mound was extremely swollen and had a pinkish red tint to it. Knowing how vulnerable she was, San licked his fingers before taking them out of his mouth only to have them come down on her clit.

"Oh-oh fuck!" Y/N threw her head back on the pillow, eyes shut tight with tears staining the corners of them as she felt slap after slap on her throbbing and pulsating pussy.

"You like that you little whore? Yes you do, you clench around me every time I do this." San smirked when he placed one final blow on her tender flesh that was responsive to any of his touches.

Y/N was starting to see white flashes of light in her vision, unable to hear or feel anything that wasn't the grazing inside her wetness. With whimpered crying, her arms and upper body writhed uncontrollably as San's hips continued jolting up into her, shaky breaths and pants keeping her from forming any coherent words as her juices poured out of her body. Feeling her heat cover him completely, San trailed not far behind her as his cock twitched and his seed painted her insides.

"Ah fuck!"

He jerked himself until he made sure to fill her to the brim, not satisfied until he had spurted out the last drop of cum he had in him to release. When he pulled out of her hole, he let out a groan of accomplishment as the white and milky like secretion seeped out of her hole, some of it glistening against her folds.

"You capturing that well Hyung?" San turned to Hongjoong.

"Oh trust me, it's all coming out beautifully." He answered as he looked at the computer screen, fingers working unbelievably quick to make sure to save the raw video in his files.

Getting up to go clean himself up on the bathroom, San picked up his clothes that were discarded on the floor. Before he could walk out the door, he was about to ask Y/N if she wanted to join him but she was already busying herself by kneeling in front of her boyfriend.

"Aren't you going to get cleaned up?"

Humming softly as she began undoing Hongjoong's belt, Y/N replied with a mischievous smile.

"Maybe later. Right now I gotta take care of my handsome man, after all, he's been sitting here with a hard ass boner." She chuckled as his dick sprang free.

"God, I love you so much baby."