#this ones getting close to done i swear im just. have a job

[socialtomcat]

gay test

[mono-dot-jpeg]

boy failures for u - i. yoichi, s. nagi, s. ryusei, b. meguru

summary; in which some boys just love you so much, they simply can't function

genre/extra tags; scenarios, fluff, comedy, projecting my love for dog energy boys, they're so pathetic /pos, bachira is clumsy, ryusei is an embarrassingly horny dude (can confirm, he gets no bitches, absolutely ZERO play!!), nagi... is perfect as he is, yoichi,,,, is just socially awkward around people he has a crush on

[gender neutral reader]

a/n; look at me being fancy this one panel banner, slay. tbh i couldn't think of a good three photos to use for it so i tried this which is kind of nice. anyways i had a sudden thought hit me and it must be done. and what better anime to write for than the one where everyone has unexplainable gay tension between each other. i swear im as caught up as possible i think and i swear the gay tension is like,, crazy.

isagi yoichi is endearing. he's so bad at being normal around you. his face flushed a cute red, and his words barely managing to leave his mouth as you talk to him so sweetly. he doesn't know how to handle a crush. and it's so cute to tease him because he just doesn't know how to respond properly.

the times where he does manage to gain enough confidence to talk a conversation with you, he's never taking the lead in any of them. he's talking [somewhat] normally to you, answering your questions and [attempting] to reply to your thoughts and responses. of course, just don't flirt with him too hard. there's like a 50 percent chance he will understand it or not.

he can't even admire you correctly. when he attempts to give you a compliment, he's saying all the wrong words and apologizing profusely like he offended your entire bloodline. he's so utterly enchanted by you, he wonders if you're an angel sent just for him.

"you're so nice, y/n." "huh?" "i-i mean you're really cute! wait- i didn't mean that! fuck- not that i don't think you look cute! you're really a great person, you know?! sorry! i'm just gonna go back to practice...!"

nagi seishiro is so lazy that you can't help but watch over him. you understand why reo adores him (a little too much). he's a boy with pretty privilege and talent. he talks to you with such honesty that he unintentionally flirts with you. he doesn't know a lot of things well, but even he's had his fair share with understanding liking people (but that's only with the random dating sims he's tried).

when he manages to get on his feet, whether it's for a soccer match or you, he's stuck by you like a cute koala. he whines about everything being "too much of a hassle." but he finds himself walking around looking for you, no matter how far you are. he whines to you about how he had to get up to find you, and he's cuddling close to you. his mouth turned into his signature X shape as he pouts at you, annoyed that you just had to be away from him for more than a minute.

he tries so hard to be around you but at the cost of his laziness, he mutters to you about how much easier it would be if you just stay with him all the time like his purple-haired companion or his cactus pet. he fell for you first, but he makes it so easy for you to fall harder.

"why do you always have to do stuff?" "it's my job, sei." "you should just stay with me all the time. you take care of me so well."

shidou ryuusei is annoyingly desperate for you. if isagi was endearing, shidou was insolent. he speaks before he thinks. he has no shame in chasing after you. it's quite a feat that you haven't even shooed him away as much as sae has. you sort of find a friend in sae because of that. he always rolls his eyes when you mention him. he wonders why you keep being around the blonde jock, and you tell him, "who doesn't love a pathetic man?"

when he talks to you, he just can't read a room with you in it. he's the type of guy to say "this shot is for you." and it hits the goal post and then to his face. of course he'd never actually miss in a real match but i can guarantee that it would happen during a practice match. he unintentionally humiliates himself every time he tries to be cool. if sae is there, it's even worse. he's trying to bump up the flirting up to a 200 and failing miserably to woo either of you.

he's like those tweets where it's like, "how did i pull them? easy. i just went, PLEASEPLEAPLSEPWPLEAPLELA-". without fail, he basically tries to re-enact that but he doesn't even pull you because you'd much rather wait for him to actually be a decent man and grow the rest of his brain. though it doesn't seem he'll learn his lesson anytime soon.

"did i ever tell you how hot you look right now?" "yes. you have. multiple times. today." "please go out with me." "no."

bachira meguru is confusing. he's clingy, blunt, teasing, a little stupid but has the spirit, and an absolute cutie. he's passionate about what he likes. and surprise, surprise, he likes you. he's an infodumper but you don't mind at all. but sometimes those talks take a hard left into just telling you how much he likes you. you better hope you're strong because he will be jumping on you for a hug.

when he's just buzzing with excitement, he can't help but scramble by your side to cling onto you in any way that you will allow him to. he's not as boy failure as the others on this list because even when he fails to capture your heart, he's still succeeding in his book. he loves when you give him any sliver of attention. that's probably his thing as a boy failure. he is a hyper and needy dog who's too big to cuddle with but doesn't care. and you can't say no because then they just stare at you with those big eyes until you cave.

he's the type of guy to be confused when people ask if you're dating him and you say no. "what do you mean we're not dating? i thought this was the dating." he's never actually confessed, but he considers his "s-tier affection" to be confession enough. but he's kind of coward whether he realizes it or not. he's scared to actually say that he wants to be yours, but that's like an angsty story for another time, SO SHUT.

"what if we kissed? like right now?" "but we're not dating, meguru." "we're not? we should." "i'll think about it." "no think! just do!"

[bbyobbyo]

You don’t usually wake up at the same time as Jihoon, but he definitely makes sure that you wake up with him everyday.

content: fluff, established relationship, idol!Jihoon x non-idol!reader, domesticity, spotify as a plot point lol

wc: 1.6k

note: inspired by this reddit post which i thought was 100% something jihoon would do especially now that i know he uses spotify lol. i feel like im the only one who finds it hardest to write for their bias, i get really in my head about whether or not im portraying him in the way I want to. i’ve never written idol!au either (bc i think it’s easy to overdo) which only adds to me overthinking ahhhh but hope that you guys enjoy this one !! as always feedback or comments are appreciated 🥰 I read all of them and they make me so happy hehe

[read pt.2 here!]

Jihoon swears there's something magical about waking up to a calm and quiet morning. The sun is barely just rising, blanketing the world in a soft twilight that cuts the dark blues of the waning night. And in his bed, he finds something equally as magical: your soundly sleeping figure next to him. The world is silent except for your steady breaths, and he has to take extra caution to not fall asleep again if just to enjoy the brief moments of tranquility like this during his otherwise busy life. Eventually he gets up to start his schedule for the day, taking one last look at your peaceful slumber in fondness before he closes the door behind him.

Make no mistake, Jihoon loves his job. Having 13 members in his group is fantastic, except when you realize that 13 people requiring styling and wardrobe before every public appearance takes a lot of time. His mornings may start early, but in reality most of his time is spent listening to music in salon chairs and dozing off in waiting rooms.

In fact, it was in the middle of getting his makeup done when he discovered that around 8:20 am every day, his Spotify (which he uses to listen to his daily Bruno Mars Mix playlist) stops playing on his phone and switches to… the speaker at home? He bought a new speaker a few days ago because the last one you had was on its last legs from years of use, but if it’s malfunctioning already then he might have to look into getting a new speaker sooner than he thought.

Upon closer observation, Jihoon also notices that the song has changed — it’s playing one of his songs, your favorite one actually. Immediately he realizes what happened. He contemplates shooting you a text to tell you to disconnect him and just sync your own Spotify account to the speaker, you’re home more often than him anyway. That thought quickly disappears, however, as he imagines you getting ready for work listening to the sound of his voice and genuinely enjoying the music that he pours his heart and soul into, he can’t bring himself to disturb you even for a moment. His eyes soften as he stares blankly at the Spotify home screen, headphones now deafeningly silent. Surely, Jihoon decides, he can live without his Bruno Mars Mix for just a while longer.

-

You sometimes wonder if your boyfriend is magic. Although a good morning text has been standard in your relationship since the beginning, it's starting to concern you how perfectly timed it is.

Normally, your morning routine is simple. Wake up. Get out of bed. Bump some tunes. Check your notifications. Brush teeth. Wash face. Get dressed. Pack bag. Leave the house.

You’re usually the one to text him good morning given your later wake up time, yet he’s been beating you to it lately. Yes, he knows you set your alarm 8:15 everyday because it's “the perfect amount of time you need to get ready and still make it to work on the dot”. But that doesn't explain why “rise n shine babe :))” pops up on your phone as you brush your teeth on the days you wake up early, too.

[8:06 am] you have to tell me how you do it

[8:06 am] Do what????

[8:07 am] im onto you mister 👁👄👁

[8:07 am] 👍👍👍

You spiral through the possible scenarios in your head: he has your location, but that wouldn’t tell him when you woke up right? Does your icon move around on the map? No, the location data isn’t that accurate. Maybe when you open your phone, your Facebook status shows that you’re online? No, you know for a fact that you both haven’t opened that app in years. Hmm, did he plant cameras everywhere in the apartment? Sure, you get the security utility of it but if he did it without telling you, there would be some SERIOUS things to talk about, maybe it really is all just guesswork and coincidence?

Sigh… you’ll get to the bottom of this eventually.

-

Jihoon doesn’t plan on telling you, but rather wants you to figure it out yourself. After all, he’s been dropping so many hints already. Your chill hangouts at his studio have a gentle hum of your favorite songs as background noise. He purposely asks you about the new albums of your favorite artists that, surprise, he’s already listened to. He even makes it a point to remind you that the speaker at home is hooked to his account every now and then.

Sometimes, he swears that you’ve figured it out and were just messing with him when you make little comments about your his song choices like “Really babe, you listen to your own songs this often? Are you sure you’re not a narcissist or something?” But besides these moments, there was no indication that you knew about his secret morning routine as you questioned him regularly about his tactics.

He has to admit, it was kind of amusing to see you growing increasingly suspicious of how on earth he figures out when you wake up, being particularly fond of the cute annoyed face you make when he tells you “No babe, I did not put an Air Tag in your pajamas, you barely sleep in clothes anyway.” Even your pout is adorable as you pretend to give him the silent treatment, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long. His little secret is safe for another day.

-

Jihoon has been working brutal hours lately. As deadlines for the upcoming albums drew near, his days start earlier than ever and end equally as late. However, the one thing he can always count on is coming home to you waiting for him.

It was the night of the new album release and you were more excited than usual, greeting him at the door like a lovesick puppy as soon as you heard the door handle turning. “Hi love, what are you doing up so late?” he pulls you into a quick kiss as he sets his stuff down.

“I wanted to wait to listen to the new album with you so you could see my reaction to it!” your eyes were beaming with enthusiasm. Jihoon’s heart swells at the sentiment, knowing that his partner supports him and his passions with such sincerity. You excitedly motion him to join you in your shared bedroom, full of anticipation to hear the fruits of your boyfriend’s labor for the past months. “Alright, you’re not allowed to be disappointed then” he jokes as he pulls out his phone, quickly finding the recently released album and making sure the volume is high enough before tapping the first track and handing it over to you.

Only a few seconds of the song passes before an idea flashes across your eyes. “Wait, let’s play it on the speaker!” you interrupt. You’re on your feet in seconds and before Jihoon could even reach over to press pause, you’ve already commanded your home speaker to play the track out loud. The music immediately ceases on his phone and switches over to the speaker.

Shit, he’s done for, he thinks to himself. He studies your face carefully for any indication that he’s been found out but surprisingly, your attention is laser focused on the melodies now reverberating around your apartment. You’re mostly quiet during the songs but the rhythmic nodding of your head and facial expressions are a tell all of how much you enjoy each track that plays, contorting in a myriad of impressed shapes as killing part after killing part reaches your ears.

As the album comes to an end you look like you’re about to burst at the seams. Your boyfriend can’t control his smile as compliments and detailed thoughts flow freely from your lips for the rest of the night, not ceasing even as the both of you walk through your unwinding routines together. God, you love comeback days. The elaborate music show stages that you will undoubtedly watch later that evening has already been pre-recorded, giving you precious time together in the morning before his schedule whisks him away from your arms once again.

As you get ready for bed, you drift off to sleep knowing that tomorrow, for the first time in what seems like forever, you can finally tell him good morning in person before he can.

-

Your alarm rings at 8:15 am. Jihoon doesn’t need to be up this early, but he would do anything in order to be the first thing you see when you wake. You roll around in his embrace and press a kiss to his cheek. “Good morning” you both whisper to each other at the same time, sending you both into a fit of giggles as you argue who said it first.

Jihoon watches in adoration from the bed as you so naturally go through your morning routine, one that he misses out on more often than he would like. Today, you forgo your usual morning songs as you queue up your personal favorites off the new album, much to his delight. He tries his best to burn this scene into his memory as you gather your things and prepare to head out, giving him one last kiss. You’re about to unlock the door when you pause in your tracks.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hums back from the bedroom.

“Enjoy the speaker, I can’t kick you off today.” you say with a smirk on your face as you exit the apartment, leaving Jihoon speechless.

[kissohee]

Hi, can you do a one shot of overstimulation or dry humoing with anton pleaseee💓💓

sub!anton x gn!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 522 ☆ mdni! warnings; overstimulation, crying, use of good boy, hes sensitive a/n; wasnt sure if u wanted anton to be overstimmed or reader overstimmed but i landed on anton, so im really sorry if that isnt what u wanted 😭

"Please.." He begged, eyes glossy as he searched for yours, "I can't- N-no more.. Please." Your hand making repeated circles on his cock, focusing on his tip as you watched his chest rise and fall. "Anton, I know you have more in you." He shakes his head, placing a hand on yours to slow your movements. "I'm sorry... Pleas-" He doesn't even know what he's begging for, he just knows that he's begging for something. He knew he was wrong when he kept bothering you while you were working on an essay. He knew he was, but he did it anyways. He knew you needed to get it done but he needed you as well. So he kept bothering you, until you snapped. If he wanted to cum, you were going to make him cum so much he'd be seeing stars. At first it was good, a very enjoyable hand job he enjoyed more than he'd like to admit. Then a blowjob, it seemed to be his lucky day! But then you wouldn't stop.. Was he going crazy? He could swear he was. He had already cum 2 times, why weren't you stopping? "I was busy Anton," Your voice stern, not removing your hand from his cock, "You kept bothering me." "I-I'm sorry..." He repeats, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes, He was sensitive. You knew this. 2 times was already a lot for him, and he could tell from the look on your face that no matter how many times he could beg, it would do him no good. "Sorry for what?" You asked him, wanting him to say it himself. "For dis-disturbing you." His hips twitch at your movements, "Really- I'm sorry..." You softly remove the hair from his face so you can see him clearly, and when he closes his eyes, the tears finally falling down his face. You remove your hand from his cock to wipe them, focusing on his cock again after. The wetness from his tears making him shiver. He moans out when you drag your thumb across his slit, taking notice in the way his fists ball up. His lips wet from how much he was biting on them. "Close?" He didn't want to answer. If he answered, you might stop and he's too far into this to want you to stop. But even if he didn't tell you, you could already tell he was. "Do you wanna cum again.?" You give him a small smile, almost teasingly, your hand motions becoming unpredictable as you sped up and slowed down sporadically. He nods his head with as little energy as he could find in himself, throwing his head back when you helped him get closer and closer. His cock twitched in your hand, small streams of cum leaving him as he held onto your hand, squeezing it hard on accident. More tears fell from his eyes, unable to control the lump in his throat as it turned into full on bawling. "My good boy," You gently patted the top of his head, his cock soft in your head. "One more, baby?"

short, im sorry 😓

[hazbinwhoree]

omg im INFATUATED with this guy!! is it possible to request for a fallen angel reader x Adam concept? i've had that in mind for sometime now,,,smut or not is up to your choice! i'm perfectly happy with anything!

Fallen Angel

(Name) had done the one thing that landed angels a ticket straight to Hell. She asked questions. “Don’t ask too many questions,” Adam had told her. She clearly hadn’t listened.

They were at her trial, and Adam felt sick to his stomach as Sera read the verdict.

“For treason, the punishment is The Fall.”

“I didn’t commit treason!” (Name) cried as two exorcists closed in on her. “Please, Sera!” Sera looked away, troubled. She hated her job sometimes.

An exorcist kicked her to the floor while Sera opened a portal that looked down upon Hell. (Name) cried and begged and Adam had to look away as her wings were brutally torn off. Her scream would haunt his nightmares.

He looked back just in time to make eye contact with (Name) before she was thrown into the portal. Adam was doubting the greatness of Heaven.

Angels weren’t supposed to interact with The Fallen, but Adam couldn’t stay away from (Name), even if she wasn’t in Heaven anymore. With his status, no one questioned his coming and going from Hell.

The first time, right after (Name) had fallen, Adam found her in a ditch made from the impact of her wingless body hitting the ground. She looked different. Horns replaced her halo, a sharp tail replaced her wings. Her skin was more ashen and less lively. Adam hated seeing her like that.

But he had to get used to it because that’s what she was now. She was a Fallen, a demon. But Adam loved her so much that he forgot all previous prejudice towards The Fallen and demons.

He visited her once a week to avoid suspicion from Sera. He watched her settle into her new life and even work her way into becoming an overlord. That took Adam aback. In Heaven, (Name) had always been adamantly opposed to one owning someone else’s soul. Now she owned twenty.

They were sitting in (Name)’s shitty apartment during one weekly visit, when (Name) suddenly blurted out, “Why don’t you touch me anymore?”

Adam was gagged. “What?”

“You don’t touch me anymore. You don’t hug me, you don’t hold me, you don’t fuck me. Is it because of what I am now?”

The question broke Adam’s heart. It was true, he hadn’t touched her since he held her right after her Fall. It wasn’t really intentional, it had been almost subconscious. But it had obviously been on her mind and bothering her for a while.

“Babe, it’s not like that–” “Then what’s it like?”

Adam sighed. “I have no issue touching you. Swear it.”

“So touch me.”

Adam stood from his seat on the couch and walked over to (Name). He got up in her personal space, standing toe to toe, and he towered over her. She opened her arms expectantly, and Adam gently pulled her into his.

(Name) let out a long, shaky breath, and Adam realized just how much she needed this. His hands gently brushed over the scars on her back, exposed with her outfit. (Name) sniffled. “Are you crying?” Adam asked. “You pussy.” (Name) laughed through her tears. “Shut up.”

Adam grinned. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this. But of course, he had to go and ruin the moment.

“So what was this about me not fucking you anymore?”

[pressureplus]

Can I request a sebastian x scene fem!reader? At first I was going to choose gyaru but someone already made it. Reader often visits Sebastian's shop to talk and Sebastian often asks about her scene style.

I got you brother, as a lover of the Scene/Gyaru styles myself, I'm gonna have some fun!

Your Name

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x Scene!Fem!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: Romance, Sebastian is bad at feelings

◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜ ͜ ◞꒷◟◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜

“Its you again.” His voice is smooth and calm, hands clasped together the way they always are everytime you wander into his shop. You manage to wiggle your hips right on through and finally crawl into his shop. God these vents are an uncomfortable squeeze sometimes. You stand up, running your hands through your hair in a weak attempt to fix the mess as you walk over to Sebastian.

“Yeah, hey. My bad I know I promised Id be here sooner but my hair has been a-”

“Let me.” He hums and swats your hands away gently, you two more than friendly enough for him to touch you. Even though he wasn't particularly an overly touchy man he still allowed himself to reach out for you every now and then. Plus he didn't just shoot or throw you whenever you reached out to touch him either. What was special about you? You had no idea. A part of you assumed it had something to do with his curiosity. It seems he had never really seen somebody with your style before. The fluffier and ‘weird’ hair, the multicolored charms and jewelry you had on. He’d found you strange to begin with but eventually grew very very curious. All his questions leading him to requesting you come back so you could answer more at a later date. Now you come in whenever you can, now that you think about it, maybe its the familiarity he likes?

“You really should be more careful- I don't exactly have hair ties and hairspray laying around. Expendable or not, don't be clumsy and stupid.” He notes as his hands comb through your hair. His touch is gentle as he tries not to accidentally claw your scalp while fixing it for you. You're certain the position he’s bent himself into to do this for you can't be comfortable. Still you allow it. For a while you both remain silent, the closeness leaving you a little pink, not that he seems to notice.

“Ah, Im trying my best, but I swear Pandemonium has it out for me.”

“That bastard again?” You can almost watch his eye twitch as he huffs. His hands finally moving away from your head to reach into his bags. He sort of messes around with the items in there before managing to pull out a hair tie. Odd how despite claiming he doesn’t have one, he has one available for you? You're half expecting him to hand it to you, but no. He spins you around himself to tie it up for you.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting your hair out of your face. You want to survive, don't you?”

“Of course I do, but I mean…why are you putting it up for me? I have hands you know.”

“Your bracelets get caught sometimes. Don't think I haven't noticed that.” You pause.

“Youve been paying attention to me?”

“Whenever you're in my shop? Yes. I've got to watch everyone's hands, Y/N.” You sit in a shaken silence. He seems quick to join you and for a moment his hands still. He’s gone and called you by your name. You're fairly certain, based on the sudden stillness, that he didn't want you to know he knew it. At the very least he hadn't meant to call you that. You'd gotten aggressively called Expendable since the moment you signed up for this job. Honestly, your own name sounded foreign on his tongue. He clears his throat and finishes up with tying your hair back.

“Its done, you can leave now.”

“No wait- Dont you have questions for me today?”

“Nope.” He turns his head away, face red. His arms quickly crossing over his chest. A silently defensive position you've grown accustomed to whenever you push one too many buttons.

“Oh come on, don't be shy just because you called me by my name. I'm not gonna tease you for it!”

“Dont care. Get out.”

“Sebastian, come on! You were so happy to learn about my belt collection back at home just yesterday!”

“And I'm not today. You may leave, escort yourself out, remove yourself from the premises, or whatever terms you want to use.”

“You know considering I never told you my name in the first place, and you never cared enough to ask, you must've been looking for it.”

“No-”

“Have you been trying to find out my name, Sebastian? Clearly you managed it. Is it safe to assume you like me?” You attempt to tease him and he’s quick to shift himself down to your height again. A hand grabbing you by the front of your gear and tugging you up towards his face. A low rumbling growl emanating from him, teeth bared.

“I didn't go looking for it, and I certainly don't like you. Remember who you're…talking…” He trails off. His eyes locked on yours. He can't help the almost doe eyed expression he makes, his teeth no longer fully exposed and his mouth slightly ajar. As though he’d entirely lost his train of thought. From this close you could see every little fleck of blue in his eyes individually. Even glowing you could see the slightest of color changes.

“You uh…you alright?” You mutter as he stares. He’s slow when he releases you, his face pulling away a bit. A silence settles between you two for a moment before he speaks up again.

“Your eyeliner.”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you uh, always do it like that?”

[ssparksflyy]

ours ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader summary: finally going home to see leo after a long day at work ♡ warning(s): tiny swears but like youll be fine word count: 938 a/n: ive had this idea for soso long nd im glad to finally write it :)) also requests r open so send em in ! this is set after the war :D GO LISTEN TO OURS BY TAY

you sighed as you leaned back into your cheap office chair, looking over at the clock on your desk. 4:55. a whine escaped your lips as you realized you had to sit at this godforsaken desk for another five minutes.

"damn, love-struck fool can't even wait another five minutes to see their loverboy?" your coworker asked, turning around in her chair.

"whatever, melody" you said, turning your head in her direction.

she chuckled and paused, "you know, you could do so much better than him."

you turned around in your chair to face her, glaring.

"im just saying, are you really sure he's the one? i mean, he's scrawny, roughed up, and really not that cute." she said, staring at a picture of you and leo you had on your desk, one you'd taken together at a county fair.

'oh but if he were white you'd be fawning all over him' you thought.

"and those tattoos, i mean, he does realize those are permanent, right? like come on, doodle bob on your wrist? i swear, there's childish and then there's your boyfriend."

you were seriously biting your tongue now. you were so tired of people judging leo and your relationship, as if they would even try to get to know him. and you loved his doodle bob tattoo!!

"you sound like my dad, dude" you said, no emotion in your voice.

"well maybe he has i point, i mean personally, i wouldn't really approve if my kid was dating someone-"

you left before she could finish her sentence. your time was no longer hers, it was five p.m. your time belonged to leo now.

⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩

you dropped your bag onto the floor, placed your keys on their hook and slipped off your shoes the second you walked into your apartment.

"leo? where are you?" you called out, dragging your feet.

"in the kitchen!" he shouted, and you headed over.

you walked into the kitchen to see leo making dinner, a smile spreading onto your face as you realized he was making (favorite food).

"hey! how was work today?" he asked, looking up at you with his classic leo valdez smile.

"absolutely horrible, i hated every second" you said, walking over to him and slinging your arms around his waist as you nuzzled your head into his neck, "i missed you."

he chuckled, stopping what he was doing and turning around, pulling you into his chest and giving you a hug.

"really? well what made it so horrible?" he asked, placing a kiss on top of your head.

you groaned and removed your head from his neck to look at him, "well the awkward elevator ride is always a horrible start to the day, you'd think people would learn about something called deodorant by now. then once i got to my desk, my boss called me into her office and asked me to go through some files that needed to be sorted, i didn't mind but you know, boorriinnggg. uh, and then i went back to my desk for the rest of the day and then like just as i was about to leave, melody started bitching again."

he furrowed his eyebrows, "again? gods what was she criticizing this time?"

you looked down, "you."

"me?? what have i ever done to this woman? i don't even know her!" he said, "please tell me you punched her."

"leo, you know if i didn't need this job she would've been in the hospital on life support by now" you said, raising your head and placing a kiss on his cheek.

he laughed, "well don't worry to much about her, she's just jealous. you know people just love throwing rocks at things that shine."

"oh my god when did you become a poet?" you said, pretending to be shocked.

"i heard it in a taylor swift song, okay?" he said, blushing and looking down.

you laughed as you pulled him in close once again.

⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩

that night, you ate real good. you had loved (favorite food) before leo had made it for you, but ever since the time he made some for one of your dates, you were yet to find somebody who made it better than he did. he always claimed his version was better because his was made with undying love and affection, which always made you giggle.

after dinner, you settled down on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. around midway, you stopped paying attention to the movie and started paying attention to leo. you seriously didn't know what you'd done to deserve someone like him. he treated you so well, and loved you in a way nobody else could. you didn't get how people like melody couldn't see that. if anything, you were a little glad they couldn't. that meant that you'd get your perfect repair boy all to yourself. you were the one who would get his toothy smiles, the ones where you were able to see the gap between his teeth that you loved so much. you were the one who would get his homemade meals whenever you came home from work. you were the one who would get to try and figure out the riddles he'd recite. you were the one who got moments like this, moments you wouldn't trade anything in the world for.

leo looked down, noticing that you were staring.

"something wrong?" he asked.

you shook your head, "i just love you so much, leo."

he smiled, "i love you too, (y/n)."

you no longer cared about what other people thought of your relationship. this love was yours, not theirs.

a/n two: tysm for reading!! js somethin short i wanted to get out :)) i fr wasnt able to listen to ours without thinking of this and i was just like ugh i need 2 write this so.. here we are! hope u enjoyed and have a good day/night !!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

[ssturniolo]

if your requests are open <3 You and Chris have been taking it slow after you guys confessed, but one day in his room you and Chris get caught sharing a kiss by Nick and Matt walking in and they’re going ballistic

Secret

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - request <3

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - swearing, kissing, I think that’s it?

𝔞/𝔫 - Nick and Matt don’t really go ballistic but I hope this is ok! <3

You and Chris have been dating for two months now, and have done a great job keeping it a secret. Even from his brothers. They HAD in-fact noticed that you two were hanging out alone more often, but because of Chris’s commitment issues, they never suspected anything.

“Where the fuck is Chris” Matt groaned, annoyed at Chris for taking so long.

“Yeah, the movies starting in 20 minutes, someone go tell him to hurry” Nick agrees, glancing down at his phone to check the time.

You guys were going to see the new ninja turtles movie, well… you were supposed to but at this rate, you weren’t gonna make it.

“Im on it” you say, already heading down to Chris’s room.

You enter the room to find Chris, frantically searching for something.

Looking up at your questioning face, Chris sighs, rubbing his eyes. “I’ve been looking for my phone for the past 10 minutes and I have no fucking clue where it is” he says, his voice laced with frustration.

“Here, just sit on the bed, I’ll look for it” you command, already searching through his room.

After only searching for about 2 minutes, you find his phone sitting on the edge of his desk, under some papers.

“It was here the whole time dipshit” you say, holding up his phone so he can see.

“Oh my hero” he jokes, getting off his bed and walking over to you.

Sliding his phone into his hoodie pocket, he rests his hands on your waist, backing you into the wall.

“In all seriousness though, thanks I never would have found it” he says, moving one hand up to cup your cheek.

Before you can respond, his lips were on yours, his body pressing you against the wall. Running your hands through his already messy hair, you tilt your head, deepening the kiss.

“What’s taking you two so lo-” Nick starts, freezing once he sees you two.

Jumping apart, you look at the doorway to see an amused Matt, and a shocked Nick. Glancing at Chris, wide eyed, you open your mouth to explain, but close it again at a loss of words.

“When… why… how… um, how long?” Nick stammered, still in shock from what he just saw.

“Um, about two months” you say, letting out a nervous laugh, your eyes flickering between Chris and his brothers.

Before either of them could respond to that, Chris clears his throat, clearly nervous. “Are… are you mad?” He questions, his voice quiet.

“Are you kidding me man? This is great! Just never would’ve expected it” Matt says, pushing past Nick to dap Chris up.

Turning back to Nick, who’s still standing in the doorway, you raise your eyebrows. “You good man?” You ask, a laugh escaping your lips.

“Never better. I’m so happy for you guys” he says, beaming at Chris like a proud mom.

“Hate to break this up but we gotta go, the movie starts in ten” Matt says, already walking up the stairs, Nick shortly following.

Turning to Chris who’s already looking at you, you smile, grabbing his hand in yours.

“I’m glad our secret is finally out”

“Me too”

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

There is A LOT of dialogue in this one and I’m not sure how I feel about that but I hope y’all like it!

XOXO - Zoe

[bunviie]

How about a jock jean or armin being absolutely obsessed with the chubby girl they sit next to on class. All they want is to bend shawty over on their desk. Sorry if this request is too much!!

it wasnt too much at all!! im just sorry it took me a long time to get to! hope you enjoy <333

minors do not interact !

cw: dubcon, vaginal penetration, male masturbation, school setting, breeding. (i suck at tags..) jean is delulu

wc: 2.2k

༊*·˚

the azure sky beams happily, engaging the scorching hot rays from the sun. its flaring heat dawning upon your smooth skin. it glistens, catching more burning gazes than the sun. you lay on your back, hands resting on your stomach, hand on top of the other. your head was comfortably placed on your friend’s lap. jean didn't seem to mind though, seeing how he was the one who insisted that you lay there.

you babbled about everything and nothing. unaware of the perverse staring that was happening just above you. your shirt was unbuttoned at the very top, revealing a slight tease of your chest. your chain is angled on your left tit. he can see the black worn-out bra you wore and it pisses him off. yes, it gets the job done in holding your perfect round tits but, you deserve something way more better than a ragged bra. oh, how he wished to spoil you with the prettiest of sets, with lace and frills. how he wanted you to wear them purely just for him. to fuck you and not care about your pleads of preserving the expensive pieces. he just wanted you in general.

his thoughts are brought to a stop when a bead of sweat trickling caught his eye. the formulated sweat adds more shine to your skin. something springing up in jean to just (italicize) lick you–

“you guys still out here? lunch ended a few minutes ago.” armin entered the courtyard. you and jean, for some reason, don't have the urgency to get up right away and this prompts armin to speak again. “i guess you two don't mind after-school detention,”

“armin do you need something?” jean sighs, obviously peeved. his body falls limp at the loss of your body. you had sat up from his lap. "hey, I'm just looking out for you," armin helped you up as you tugged your pleated skirt. jean’s eyes immediately watch the fabric fall onto your plump thighs. your thick alluring thighs. oh the things he would do to just have a single chance between them. to show you how much he cherishes and loves you.

“jean?” 

your lips, and your voice, were just perfect.

“jean?” you call for a second time. this time your face is mere inches away from his. his air getting caught in his throat, erupting a few coughs from him.

your face was so close to him, that your noses practically brushed against the other. he could kiss you. he wants to kiss you. 

“i swear it's like you have a crush on me,” you tease. he simply scoffs and gets up after you. he picks up the patterned blanket before folding it and leaving it in the pile of other used blankets. “let's not be delusional,” he picks up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. and almost as if to prove a point, he walks over to a group of cheerleaders. you hear a cluster of giggles soon after. the sight alone made your skin crawl.

with your face now skin-up, you made your way to your last class for the day with armin.

he walks you to class and bids you farewell. you move to your seat, with your hands smoothing down your ass, and the skirt flattens for you to sit. 

your thighs spill out of your seat, your ass hardly clothed from your uniform riding up. panties were just barely visible when you twist around for your pencil case from out of your bag. unaware of the lingering eyes, you prepare for the lesson. 

jean enters the classroom, a smug look wearing his face as he sits himself down next to you. he whips out not one but several pieces of paper. “guess how many,” he swishes them around like they're paper fans but you pay him no mind. your body was somewhat turned away from him with your hand supporting your head. his ego was hurt by this but he didn't mind it in the slightest. this only gave him the chance to gawk at you more. and that's what he did throughout the rest of the class.

his eyes followed the pen that flew up to your lips. they were parted just enough for the end of the pen to fit between. showcasing just exactly how plump your lips were. two-toned and full. his mind couldn't help but wonder just how far you could open your pretty mouth. he wanted to find out. to see if he can fit all of him inside. would you choke? would you love it down your throat? just how pretty would you look with him occupying your mouth? 

all these thoughts encouraged the blood flow that rushed its way to his cock. it hardens in minutes.

the pen bounced off one lip to the other before moving to the side of your cheek. your cheeks were so squishable and soft. one of the many parts jean adored other than your smile. your smile was sweet yet sickening. how could you smile at him after putting him and his cock through so much? the audacity. 

not to mention the bouncing that was your thighs. they jiggled with every drop of your foot. it brings jean to think about–

your pen. it slipped out of your hands and landed on the floor. the sound echoed off of the cold tile, snapping jean out of his thoughts completely. your lips formed a pout, you looked so cute when you bent over to pick it up.

you bent over.

his cock visibly twitched in his pants. your ass. your perfect, fat, and round ass was practically on display. the panties barely did their job in covering you up, almost leaving little to no imagination. unfortunately, as quickly as it appeared, it was gone in a second.

the school bell rings, indicating the end of the day. the students pack up their things and leave.

“do you wanna get something to eat?” you zip up your bag. “yeah just let me get my wallet,” he quickly says. bag on his back, he finds himself the nearest bathroom and stall. leaving you stunned at your desk. “didn't he always carry his wallet with him?”

jean pants, happy to be out of your sight. he didn't want you to see him like this. needy. no, not yet.

he sighs once more, his heartbeat reverting to what it once was. his thoughts were a lot clearer, but the blank empty thoughts only brought thoughts of you. jean rethinks back to lunchtime. your head on his thigh and your blabbering had you oblivious to the actions that played just beside your head.

as he recalls it, he slides his cold sweaty hand down his pants, barely undoing his belt buckle in doing so. he hisses at his own touch. cock, still hardened, stiffens even more as he pictures your tits. fingers graciously yet, hurriedly ran across his slit. 

your breasts just lay there so perfectly. what would it take to just have them in his hands? to hold? to suck and to mark. “shit,” he hisses once more. precum draining down the sides of his palm. his tip raging red.

and your nipples? just how sensitive are you there? rubbing your nubs in small circles before taking them into his mouth while his hand traveled your supple body. he pictured you being soft. super soft and easy to bruise. your smooth skin is silky at the touch.

your thighs are what he grips onto when his lips are locked on yours. hands wandering their way to your ass. fuck. your ass. 

he so badly wanted his face between your ass. to taste you there. to bend you over right now over your desk. panties torn off to the side before slipping his fat cock inside you. 

and that's exactly what he decided to do.

jean stops his movements prematurely and leaves the bathroom stall. 

good. you're right where he left you.

“jean, there you are! you had me thinking you left.” your eyes light up as you beam. “you ready to go?” you ask, the opened fly of his zipper and unbuttoned school shirt catching your attention.

“jean?”

“yn,” he stood over you. eyes dimmed and cloudy. what had gotten over him?

you looked up at him with such innocence, it just made him mad.

“let me have you.” 

it wasn't asking…and he wasn't demanding.

your eyes followed his lips and got closer to yours until they finally made contact. his lips moved so feverishly. his tongue wasted no time in finding yours. you weren't any better, encouraging this behavior by pulling his tall figure in. your plump squished onto his toned body– that you felt through his shirt. your hand rubbed up and down his chest eagerly. jean smiled during the kiss, ego growing with your curious hands. he took his hand to yours, slowly guiding it to his irate cock. you massaged over the large tent happily before being pulled away from kissing. you sigh out breathlessly. strings of saliva leaving you both.  you're about to ask what the problem was when you're swiftly taken by the arms and thrown over your desk. the deed knocking the wind out of you, you smirk fervently.

“what took you so long?”

jean only whips his girth out. hands at the base of his dick, hastily moving up and down at the sight of the mounds underneath your asscheeks. the skirt had flown up on your back. exposing your bottom half in full. you had on a black thong that your cheeks devoured. it was as if you wore nothing at all.

you felt his eyes on your back. catching distinct heavy breathing. you sway your hips and hear it get more breathy. jean is pumping his fist greedily, watching you tease him like this. watching your hands grip your thong. taunting him by pulling the material so slowly down your thighs.

in one swift motion, he secures both of your arms behind your back, it slightly being arched. you whimpered. it all happened so fast. your shirt buttons were popped open, your thong torn and thrown off to the side, your left tit being held in his free hand, and his tip sliding into you. your face scrunched up in painful bliss as he entered your sopping cunt, a winded squeal leaving your sweet strawberry-glossed lips.

he wastes no time and thrusts his length into you. giving you no time to take it all in. he relentlessly drives his cock inside your warm leaky hole. in and out. your walls greet him favorably. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he spits. hands releasing from where they once were to your hips. your body lying flat on the desk. he pulls you back on him at every thrust. his belt buckle clinked with every hit against the desk. your moans were no help at all. they sounded so cute and pleasing to his ears. it's high-pitched and a little bit airy. maybe because he still hasn't given you the chance to catch yourself yet– your small hands held onto the desk for support. all the shaking and moving, you were scared it would collapse at any moment with jean’s vigorous movements.

luckily for you, he was on the verge of his climax. you feel him twitch uncontrollably inside you, his tip reaching places that drive you to the edge. he smooths his hand over your ass, grasping furiously at all the fat, landing hot ones on your right cheek just to watch the recoil. he’s so close to coming now.

“come inside me,” you whine. teeth nibbling on your bottom lip to fight off the tears.

he takes you up on your offer and pulls on your hair gently despite his greedy movements, you're back close to his chest as his pace increases. he fucks you like this until he cums inside you. his seed shoots up, filling you up to the brim. you flinch and squirm around at the sudden burst. his hot seed leaves you sensitive while it oozes out of your cunt.

both you and jean pants. it almost echoes throughout the classroom. you two stood still for a while before he inevitably pulled out. fat drops of cum drip down your thighs and onto the floor. you wince at the sudden loss and cold air. soon hearing footsteps leave the classroom. you stood up and found yourself in an empty classroom.

jean exhales heavily. stuffing his dick away in his boxers and pulling up his pants. he fixed himself to appear decent-looking before picking up his backpack, where he heard his phone go off.

“you ass. if you didn't want to buy me dinner, you could've said so.”

he reads the text you sent him and hurries out of the bathroom, rushing past the exit doors, he sees you. 

“you still here?” he asks shamelessly, arm slung over your shoulder. you pay him no mind, rolling your eyes and pushing his arm off of you. “forget it, armin is treating me.” 

“how about you forget him and just ride with me? just for today?” he throws his football jacket over you and you're almost touch. you don't say anything, pulling up armin's chat and texting your excuse and jean takes this as an answer. leading you to his car. 

“trust me i’ll take good care of you.”

[vanishingcherry]

Can you do one for lando with 2 and 6 from fluff prompt list :)

HONEY, IM HOME!

pairings: lando norris x reader

authors note: thanks for requesting! prompt 2 is "i demand cuddles" and prompt 6 is "honey im home!" check out my prompt list

masterlist

๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑

"Honey, im home!"

Lando's voice rang through the apartment. You could hear the door shut behind him, followed by the thump of his bag hitting the floor.

It was the Thursday before the Monaco Grand Prix, which meant tonnes of additional pressure on Lando for a good result. It was the crown jewel of racing, winning in Monaco meant having a legacy. While it was, unfortunately, obvious that the McLarens were nowhere close to where they had to be for even a chance of winning, there was still the possibility of a top 10 finish. You knew that if anyone could pull it off, it would be Lando.

"I'm in the living room" you called back to him, smiling at the way his voice fluctuated with the sentence.

You had opted to stay home on Thursday, knowing that you would be at the paddock the next 3 days. Already the excitement was bubbling up, it wasn't everyday you got to watch the Monaco GP live.

Walking in he smiles before immediately heading over to you on the couch. When he leans down to give you a small kiss, you can't help but let a small smile creep up on your face. It was crazy to think that at some point you were living your life, not having ever met him, and now you found it tough to spend a few hours away.

"Hey baby, how were the interviews?" you ask.

He walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before looking for something to eat.

"They were okay, you know how the reporters are."

You did. As much as you loved Formula 1, you found the constant limelight of that world a bit hard to manage. Even something as simple as walking to the garage would sometimes mean paparazzi or reporters invading your privacy, taking pictures and asking questions. This wasn't testament to all reporters, you knew that their job was to ask the questions that fans would want answers to. You just wished it was a bit different.

And all that was when you only attended a couple races a year, you had no idea how Lando survived all the media attention. Which is why you made sure to always be sensitive on the topic, letting him know that he had your support no matter what.

"Did they say anything bad?" you ask softly, lowering the volume of the television to focus on your current conversation.

"Not bad, per se. They just kept talked about how bad McLaren has done so far and its just annoying." Lando replied, in an agitated tone. Not at you, but at the memory of the interviews from earlier in the day.

You sigh in response. "How about we forget about that for now, and watch a movie instead?" You wanted to distract him from racing, just for a while so he could come back stronger the next day.

"Yeah. What movie have you got on?"

He walks over, taking a glance at the screen before letting out a chuckle.

"Seriously? This again? I swear you're obsessed."

"Hey! It's a good movie."

Rather than reply, Lando moves so that hes directly infront of you, blocking your line of sight. You stare at him in confusion, before tilting your head to try and see the screen again. Lando moves too, once again blocking your view of the movie.

"What?"

"I demand cuddles."

"And you call me dramatic?"

He frowns at the statement, but you catch the small smirk he tries, and fails, to hide. You roll your eyes at his antics, but couldn't help giving in. He knew exactly how to play the right cards to get whatever he wanted from you.

"God, you really annoy me sometimes y'know?" You open your arms wide, inviting him to lie down on the couch next to you.

He all but jumps, sitting next to you and planting a small kiss on your cheek before shuffling over and laying his head in your lap. It was facing the TV, so that he could watch the movie, but was at the perfect angle for you to play with his hair.

After a few minutes of silence, his voice peeps out.

"Can we please watch a different movie?"

"No."

[thatshappinessforme]

When We Are Together - Pt. 1 (?)

omg...hi. i'm really here rn. posting this. at nearly 4 am on a monday morning. im nervous. i could vomit. so...this has been in my head for forever. literally. the idea is massive. it extends so far. it's seriously a whole universe in my little brain. it took so long to get the basis of this all out on paper, but, i'm hoping this is a series...a long one. the title isn't going to make much sense right now, but i pinky swear we'll get there eventually. so...without further ado...here she is...(EEK!) (also i have no idea how to set this post up so bear with me lol)

so i guess i just lost my fanfic writing vcard💌

_____________________________________________

word count: 2.4k

cw: just a little swearing, maybe a bit of bad writing, also maybe typos?? might be a little boring because it’s mostly to just like set the scene idk? (eventually the plan is to have a lil smut or smth but this really is just an intro lol)

_____________________________________________

The day starts as usual. You wake up to the sound of your alarm and your roommate’s hair dryer blaring through the thin walls of your Brooklyn walk-up. With a groan, you peel yourself out of the warmth of your bed, go to your desk, and open your laptop, holding onto a shred of delusional hope that one of your classes might be canceled for today; they rarely are…but you can’t blame a girl for being an optimist. 

You scroll through your inbox, refreshing, and refreshing – you really don’t want to go to class today. Blame the essay you’d procrastinated that you’d spent all of last night speed-writing. Blame senioritis. Blame the unpaid music publicity internship that you’d been letting eat up your time in hopes of scoring a good job. Blame the frigid snow and ice that seem to be taunting you from outside your window. But, luckily it’s a Friday.

You refresh your inbox one last time, just for good measure. And, something actually comes in. But, it’s not from one of your professors. It’s from some company named “Dirty Hit.”

You raise an eyebrow and open the email, thinking it must be something related to one of the countless jobs you’ve applied for in the last few weeks, preparing for graduation at the end of the semester.

Y/N,

I’m a representative with one of our bands here at Dirty Hit. We’re really impressed with your work and have an opportunity we’d love to discuss with you, if you have a free moment this week at some point. Are you based out of New York? Get back to us when you can. We’re looking forward to hearing from you.

Best,

The Dirty Hit Team

“That’s weird,” you whisper to yourself, reading the short, ominous email over and over again. It’s not everyday that a label reaches out to a random college student to work with them. You’re not really sure what they could possibly be impressed with. You’ve just done minor PR internship work with underground bands from the east coast – that’s not exactly impressive. It sure as hell doesn’t warrant an email.

“Y/N?,” you hear one of your roommates and best friend, Vivian, call from outside your door before walking in, not bothering to knock. The two of you are close, almost like sisters at this point. In some ways, you’re exactly the same person, but in others your polar opposites. She’s a little bit more outgoing than you are, but she always helps to get you out of your shell. “Do you think I can get this guy I’m talking to into the venue tomorrow night? It’s just at The Soundwave, right?,” she asks, plopping down on the corner of your bed. 

Shit. You completely forgot you signed up for an open mic tonight. You’d been playing your songs at small bars in Brooklyn and Manhattan for the past year or so. Songwriting had always been a bit of a hobby for you. So when you’re a broke college student in one of the most expensive cities in the world, you just find tricks to get you and your friends to do fun things for free. You’d learned a while back that performing at open mics usually meant you and your friends could get into bars and clubs without having to pay a cover, so you’d been spending your weekends doing that for a while. It’s all for fun. Sure, you like performing and put a lot into your songwriting, but pursuing it isn’t even quite a dream for you. You have an impending college degree you’ve worked your ass off for. In every sense of the word, music was a hobby for you. 

“Yeah, it shouldn’t be a problem. He might have to pay the cover, but it’s not like it’s the sort of thing where people buy tickets. You know the drill. But, obviously you’re my plus one, so no cover for you,” you nod, still staring at your laptop screen.

“What are you staring at, over there? Everything okay?,” she asks, getting up and moving to stand over your shoulder at your desk. You move your head a little so she can get a good look at the words on your screen. You watch her face as she reads the email, her lips dancing on each of the syllables as you watch her process it. “Dirty Hit? What the hell is that? Sounds like a porn company. Impressed with your work? Do you have a booming, secret OnlyFans I’m unaware of?,” she jokes. 

I laugh and playfully nudge her arm. “No, no,” you giggle, “It’s a record label, I think. I’ve heard the name thrown around a few times at my internship. I think they’re kinda big.” You tab over and do a quick Google search. Immediately, a sea of popular artists and bands pop up under the label.

“Holy shit. Beabadoobee? Bleachers? The 19 fucking 75? I have their fuckin’ poster on my wall. They’re cool as shit,” she reads over your shoulder. “I mean, I have no idea what they could possibly want from me. My resumè isn’t all that impressive. Sure, I’m planning on going into music PR, but there’s no reason why I would stand out against someone who has like…an actual career under their belt,” you ramble, trying to make sense of the 67 words in haunting your inbox. 

There’s a long pause, both of you trying aimlessly to make sense of the email. “Well, you’re gonna email them back, right?,” she eventually asks. You take breath, starting a reply to the email, leaving your cell phone number.

You try to focus on anything other than waiting for a reply. You do your best not to let your mind wander into the what-ifs, but as soon as you get done with your lectures for the day, you check your phone for any response.

Y/N,

Thanks for getting back to us so quickly. The band and management is also in New York for the next few months for a project. We would give you more information over email, but much of the matter is highly confidential. We have a studio space at Electric Lady in Greenwich Village that we could meet at, if that works for you. I know it is rather short notice, but could you meet this evening at some point? Let us know.

Best,

The Dirty Hit Team

You quickly reply to the email on your walk back from campus, confirming the meeting for later this evening. You get back to your apartment and practically tear apart your closet trying to figure out what the hell to wear. You know it’s a business meeting, but it’s also for some mystery band. You don’t want to dress unprofessionally, but you also don’t want to seem uptight. You decide on a black mini skirt with tights and a chunky black turtleneck sweater. You finish primping and step into Vivian’s room, practically out of breath from all the outfits you’ve tried on and scrapped.

“Okay, if you were a band looking for…a PR representative…? Would you hire me?,” you ask her, standing in front of her bed as she looks up from her phone. She looks you up and down and grins, “Of course I would, Y/N. You look great,” she reassures you, sensing you’re anxious, “So, you really think this is just a PR gig?”

“I mean, yeah. What else could it possibly be? It couldn’t be my music. I’m not even on any streaming platforms; I don’t promote it at all,” you say with certainty. She shrugs and smiles, before wishing you the best of luck as you head out the door.

You get on the subway and head to Electric Lady. The train has always been one of your favorite parts about living in New York for college. Putting your pink headphones on, looking out the window into the catacombs that stretch throughout the city, people watching. It’s where you did your best thinking. 

You get off the train and walk through the streets, your headphones on and your music blasting, only interrupted occasionally by Google Maps telling you where to turn and such. Eventually the robotic voice in your ear says “Arrived” and you look over your right shoulder…here it is. You're right on time. You go to open the doors, pushing on them gently; must still be locked. You sigh, assuming that its to be expected. That this is simply upholding a prophecy of some sort that the band and music-industry-folk run behind…until you hear a laugh.

“It’s a pull,” you hear a man’s voice call out with a slight chuckle. From just those three words, you’ve determined that he has one of the thickest English accents you’d ever heard. You look over your left shoulder and see a man leaning up against the wall of the studio smoking a cigarette. “What?,” you ask, confused as you look over to him. He has a hood on and you can’t make out his face, or what he was trying to tell you. “The doors. It says right on them. ‘PULL,’” he chuckles, tossing his cigarette to the ground and putting it out with his Adidas sneaker, walking over to you. “Oh, um, thanks, I’m an idiot. I almost gave up,” you chuckle, pulling the door open this time. The man follows you into the studio, holding the door open once you tug on it. You look back over your shoulder to thank him for holding the door, the first time he’s been close enough for you to make out his face; Christ, it’s Matty Healy.

“I know who you are,” he says to you with a cheeky grin as he starts walking into the back of the studio. You just stand there near the doorway, the gust of cigarette-scented, cold January air lingering around you. You’re perplexed, to say the least. He keeps walking down the hall before finally turning over his shoulder, “You’re just gonna stand there? You have a meeting. Wouldn’t be very professional of you to stand us up,” he teases dryly. You blink a few times before nodding, following him, still in a bit of disbelief that this was the band that had some sort of ‘interest’ in you.

He shows you into a studio in the back. Once he opens the door, there are four other men sitting there, three that you also recognize from your roommate’s wall. The other, a bit older, more professional looking. 

“Y/N! I’m Jamie, I manage these blokes. Thank you so much for agreeing to come meet with us today. I know everything was rather vague on the emails, but…we had to keep it that way. But, now that you’re here, let's talk, yeah? Are you familiar with The 1975?,” the older man asks you, in a super friendly manner as you sit down on a plush chair in the corner of the room. Every eye in the room is glued to you. The air is almost sticky with anticipation. You take a deep breath and try to slap on the most composed, thoughtful, professional smile you can manage.

“Um, yes! Of course,” you nod, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, “I’m actually a fan of you all. Really, I listen to your stuff with my friends – you’re fantastic.”

“Good, good. We’re glad to hear it,” he grins, looking around at the boys who also all look to be pleased. Even though everyone’s eyes are on you, you feel Matty's specifically, practically burning a hole in the side of your head as he stands, still leaning in the doorway.

“We’re impressed with you, Y/N. So, I’m just going to get on with it. George went to a little bar in Bushwick last month and sent us a video he took of you singing one of your originals…you’re bloody fantastic. We’re going on tour this summer. We want to do something a little different this time with our opener. We want to build someone from the ground up. You’re it. We want you. What do you say? You interested?,” he explains with a wide grin, his tone casual like he didn’t just tell you the craziest shit you’ve ever heard. 

Jamie’s words hit you in slow motion. You look around the room, the air moving from feeling sticky to feeling ice cold, jolting you awake. “I’m sorry…what the actual fuck did you just say?,” you blurt out blankly, any ounce of composure you may have had completely gone. 

You immediately catch yourself, your language, your lack of professionalism, though, “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I…that just came out of my mouth…I-,” your face goes bright red as you desperately try to correct yourself.

The room erupts in laughter, the men you recognize from Viv’s poster nearly barreling over off the sofa. Jamie’s jaw on the floor as he howls, slapping the table in front of him. You look over your shoulder to see that Matty’s still in the doorway, and he’s just standing there with his arms crossed, shaking his head at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh, I think we’re gonna get along quite well with this one,” he remarks, licking his lips, weirdly impressed with your mispeakings.

You can’t help but sigh softly and shake your own head when he looks at you like that; something in you shifting as if he’s the only person in the room; as if he was the only person who'd ever laid eyes on you; as if he was the only person ever. As if, the offer you got just moments before wasn’t the most absurd thing that had ever happened to you. As if you didn’t need to thoroughly think this all over. As if you could make the decision right now.

You look back over to Jamie, who’s still chuckling. Before you can give yourself the time to overthink, you swing one of your legs over the other, lean back into the chair and smirk, “Jamie, where the hell do I sign?” 

…and this is how it starts.

[starsainzjr]

Watermelon Moonshine

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x country singer!reader Faceclaim: Lainey Wilson Title from Lainey Wilson's Watermelon Moonshine

✷✷✷✷✷

logansargeant

Liked by f1, liamlawson, oscarpiastri and 239,062 others

logansargeant P3! Such a special weekend, thank you COTA!

View all 4,816 comments

alex_albon Congrats mate! Let's finish the ride 👊

f1 We're seeing history!

logiebear2 I've been crying for 4 straight hours

liamlawson Red, white, and blue podium was a little too poetic

logiebear2 I'M CRYING AGAIN

charles_leclerc Mighty job done!

yourusername

Liked by williamsracing, marenmorris, kelseaballerini and 38,915 others

yourusername COTA! Thank you @/williamsracing for an incredible weekend!

View all 5,187 comments

williamsracing Thank YOU for serenading us!

ynbug51 Not fair 😭 They got a preview of the album 😭

ynbug51 The content we have been blessed with this weekend

marenmorris Look at our girl, off making international friends

sargen2 My worlds have collided I'm hyperventilating

yourusername

Liked by marenmorris, kanebrown, kelseaballerini, and 40,846 others

yourusername São Paulo crowd you were fantastic! So much fun getting back on the stage!

View all 3,185 comments

marenmorris Is this what a proud mother feels like

kanebrown I think so. I'm smiling and my cheeks hurts it's weird

sargen2 Interesting timing considering what you were doing two weeks ago 🧐

ynbug51 What was two weeks ago?

sargen2 Williams hosted her at the US Grand Prix in Austin and there's another one in São Paulo. I wonder if she was at the race again

ynbug51 She was performing Sunday night and isn't that race day

sargen2 It was a day race so it's possible she did both

logansargeant

Liked by williamsracing, alex_albon, oscarpiastri, and 300,646 others

logansargeant We'll be back on the podium in Vegas 💪 Let's finish out the season strong

View all 4,178 comments

logiebear2 I feel like I'm dreaming he's been doing so well in the last half

alex_albon Vegas here we come

sargen2 The last picture was taken awfully close to the place Yn performed at...

logiebear2 The country star that was at Austin?

sargen2 Yeah! Her performance in São Paulo was impromptu so I wonder...

ynbug51 So this is the source of the suspicion

yourusername

Liked by marenmorris, kanebrown, logansargeant and 72,651 others

yourusername All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

View all 4,872 comments

marenmorris I'm starting to think this isn't a hyper fixation

kanebrown Please don't make me rewatch The Shining again

williamsracing Garage concerts are always welcome!

ynbug51 I watched motorsport for her. And I liked it. I liked motorsport for her.

logiebear2 Welcome to the cult! We have cookies

sargen2 I swear to God if Logan posts from a concert tomorrow I will actually lose my mind

logiebear2 Do you know how many celebrities were at the race?

sargen2 I'm just saying it probably won't be a coincidence

logansargeant

Liked by oscarpiastri, yourusername, liamlawson and 199,725 others

logansargeant Thank you @/yourusername for the gracious invite! P2 and VIP tickets, what a way to end the weekend

View all 2,793 comments

yourusername Only returning the favor! See you in Miami!

oscarpiastri So this is the unreleased album you've been listening to nonstop

sargen2 tHE WHAT

sargen2 CALLED IT. I CALLED IT.

logiebear2 They're allowed to be friends you know

ynbug51 No wait this is actually adorable

sargen2 THAT'S WHAT IM SAYING

ynbug51 I love it when famous friends support each other

sargen2 😐

yourusername

Liked by logansargeant, marenmorris, kanebrown, and 94,946 others

yourusername Easily the best weekend in a long time. Thank you Miami and @/f1!

View all 7,746 comments

marenmorris Is there something you forgot to tell us????

sargen2 THE WILLIAMS BLUE OUTFIT ARE YOU KIDDING ME

ynbug51 SO THAT'S WHY SHE WAS LITERALLY GLOWING IN HER INTERVIEW

sargen2 I was right along. That is 100% Logan in the picture

logiebear2 I hate to admit you may have been right

sargen2 I rest my case

ynbug51 No bc I'm actually about to start crying she's looked so happy recently

logansargeant

Liked by yourusername, oscarpiastri, williamsracing and 581,826 others

logansargeant P3 in Barcelona! Final push before summer break let's get this done

View all 7,616 comments

yourusername Bring it home!

logansargeant One more garage concert for good luck?

oscarpiastri You don't tell me anything anymore

logiebear2 Our boy went on a date 🥹

sargen2 For the record, I've had this one called since the end of last season

ynbug51 I was at the concert last night and Yn was glowing again

sargen2 She kept looking up at the balcony. He was probably sitting up there

ynbug51 The second they confirm this I'm going to lose my mind

yourusername

Liked by logansargeant, marenmorris, oscarpiastri and 84,925 others

yourusername Back home and ready to write

View all 3,189 comments

marenmorris Congrats on your first world tour! You crushed it!

yourusername 😘

logansargeant Thanks for the guitar lessons

yourusername You're a natural

sargen2 SHE GAVE HIM GUITAR LESSONS????

sargen2 I'M GOING FERAL

ynbug51 Oh this album is going to be so damn good

yourusername

Liked by logansargeant, marenmorris, capitolrecords and 100,236 others

yourusername Happy to announce my seconds album, Hijacked My Heart, will be out on August 31st! Thank you all for the support, and for @/logansargeant for the inspiration ❤️

View all 5,836 comments

logansargeant I am so so proud of you my love ❤️

yourusername I told you all the time we spent in the hayloft wasn't for nothing 😉

marenmorris Don't make me compete for who's more proud of you

logansargeant I win

yourusername Behave you two

sargen2 I now be dishing out my I told you so's

ynbug51 SHAKING I'M SO EXCITED I CANNOT BELIEVE IT

sargen2 My life if complete, I can die happy

logansargeant

Liked by yourusername, oscarpiastri, alex_albon and 201,003 others

logansargeant Can't begin to describe how excited I am for @/yourusername. Hijacked my Heart out now!

View all 5,476 comments

yourusername I love you darlin 😘 Couldn't have done it without you

logansargeant It was all those garage concerts

logiebear2 He looks so in love 😭

ynbug51 You can tell how much of an influence he had on the last half of the album. The last 5 songs are 100% about him

sargen2 THE LAST SONG OF THE ALBUM

sargen2 IS CALLED COTA

sargen2 SHE WROTE A SONG ABOUT THEIR FIRST MEETING

✷✷✷✷✷

All photos from Pinterest, Instagram, or Google Images

[marksbear]

How about nate jacobs x male reader where they skip class to have sex inside the locker room, and reader though about doing something daring so he manhandle nate and walked toward the empty hallway fucking him there. Reader just laughed it off watching the panicking nate can't do anything, scared someone will see them. Maybe someone did see them but reader just shush him and walked back inside the locker room

I'm on the Job!

warnings! Public sex, cheater Nate, manhandling, Top male reader, spit as lube, short but not to short, strong male reader

NATE JACOBS X MALE READER

This wasn't the first time you did this. Well fuck Nate Jacobs. You two had this agreement at some random party in the bathroom just to do one another some face but things went south to you bending him over the sink.

Ever since that day Nate never left you alone. I mean you took his gay sex virginity he couldn't leave you alone. He was in some deep shit with Maddy and Cassie when you two had done it. Of course you regretted it at first because you and Maddy were like sisters and brothers. But pleasure overcame the guilt and regret.

Now it was almost like four times a week you and him sneak off to fuck in some bathroom or locker room.

This time the two of you were going to your regular spot in the locker room but you couldn't handle the urge any more. He had been teasing you all day and you wanted to get your revenge in your own little way. "Hey! Y/n are you even listening! I swear-" You cut him off by kissing him and slamming his back into the wall. He tries to pull away and shouts out a "What the hell man what are you doing! are you craz-" You cut him off again kissing his as roughly and deeply you can. You unbuckle his pants and shove your hand in his underwear jerking him off. You finally pull away letting Nate catch his breath "W-what are you doing mmm fuck! A-are you insane!" You laugh with an evil smirk and flip Nate's stomach to the wall harshly and causes him to moan. "Y/n L/n I swear to Ooh shi-shit. Fuck!! Nate shouts as you shove two fingers inside of him stretching him out as fast as you can. Once you think hes ready you spit onto your cock and slide it in his ass causing Nate to moan out like hes a virgin. Your thrust is sloppy and fast not caring about Nate and only looking for his prostate to make him be louder. Once you find it you abuse and hit the spot over and over. Nate mouth and chin are cover in drool as you fuck the life out of him moans "Yes yes yes!! fuck me" "Use me like im some cheap whore." and some more sentences that don't sound correct. Nate was too much in bliss to hear a gasp but you did and turn around just for you to calm down when you noticed it's just one of your close friends.

You turn him around and pick him and ask him to wrap his legs around you. Once he does you walk back towards the locker room while still fucking him walking.

[suneeater]

solomon + general romantic hcs

✎a/n: im actually so obsessed w solomon i had to cut myself off writing these bc they became noticeably longer than the ones ive done for everyone else so far

✰warnings: slightly suggestive themes, minors DNI!

Solomon is the world’s biggest tease. He’s also incredibly observant and too smart for his own good, which means he knows your every weakness and loves to use them against you. It’s just so fun for him to see you get so pouty and beg him to quit, and he can’t help but make up arbitrary rules for his own satisfaction, such as swearing up and down the only way he will stop is with a kiss

He never gives you what you want right away; he’s always drawing things out for longer than they need to be, withholding touch or affection and offering only tiny little slivers in the meanwhile only to bask in how much you beg for him, upset he won’t give himself to you. He’s such a sadist, honestly

Teasing aside, Solomon is one hell of a reliable man. He has his mysterious ways which, as close as you become with him will always remain, and somehow always knows when you need him the most. He’s always managing to turn up at the second that he’s needed most knowing just what to do, thanks to his quick thinking. Even if he has prior commitments or has his hands full, you can always expect him to take some weight off your shoulders

As your only other fellow human in the devildom, Solomon worries about you a lot. You’re a quick learner and have more than enough pacts with some powerful demons to keep you safe, but he can’t help but think about your safety every moment he isn’t with you. Expect lots of gifts from him in the form of protective charms and items

Solomon is slightly similar to Lucifer in the role that he takes in your relationship; while he’ll always bend over backwards for you, he leans toward the assertive side. The way he sees it, it’s his job to keep you safe, and being around as long as he has he’s much more experienced than you, not to mention a powerful sorcerer. He’ll tell you what to do, but in the form of advice and genuine worry, while leading you by a firm but loving hold on your waist

Dates back in the human world are a must; catching Solomon up on current events and the past few decades is something the two of you enjoy thoroughly. There’s always something new to share, but it’s familiar enough that you still bond over your shared human experience. Back in the human world, you run about excitedly, pointing out all of your favorite things and rambling on about all that he’s missed, and while he doesn’t exactly retain every detail he’ll always the way you smiled so happily

When Solomon kisses you he takes his time. He’s a bit of a romantic, his surprisingly soft hand supporting your chin with tender care, keeping you close to him and guiding you just where he needs you, his other secured around your neck. There’s hardly any distance between you, and you have even less time to breathe before diving back in. Kissing Solomon is overwhelming in every sense of the word, all of your senses tingling with excitement and the desire for more. You can never be close enough to him to be fully satisfied and it’s frustrating, but it brings a spark to your relationship

He probably has really cold hands. Like, REALLY cold hands. He’s always using them to spook or startle you, sneaking up from behind and clasping his ice cold palms against your cheeks and watching you squeal. He has cold feet, too, and you have to beg him to wear socks after he touches you with them in the dead of night and it stirs you awake

If anyone wants you to wear their clothes, it’s Solomon. I mean, out of everyone he probably has the most normal wardrobe anyways! He’ll even buy some more average human clothes just to see you wear them, never deliberately asking but always trying to tempt you by dousing them in his scent and leaving them out in the open. He feels almost prideful when you’re lounging about in his t-shirts, eager for people to see you clad in his attire and know you’re his

You’re probably the only person that can convince him he is not the gourmet chef that he thinks he is, and that’s simply because he feels so warm and fuzzy inside when you spend late nights in the kitchen together, teaching him to cook your favorite dishes

Often, these late night cooking lessons end up being dance lessons. He takes his hands in yours and smiles softly for you, asking you without words for a dance to the distant song from your playlist. Solomon has two left feet though, and is constantly stepping on your toes and losing his balance. It’s one of the only times that you see the experienced sorcerer lose his composure, and surely a core memory of your relationship

find the same scenario for:

beelzebub | lucifer | mammon | simeon 

[kitashousewife]

just another day

a/n: just been thinking about how tsukki is crabby, and even more on halloween

pairings: timeskip!tsukishima x fem!reader, university au

warnings: librarian!reader, testing and homework, tsukki being a grump, swearing, food mention, alcohol mentions, highly suggestive, lowercase intentional

-

usually, university halloween is packed with parties and drinking. but, not for you.

this year, you have to work. not only that, but you have a huge mid-term project and a few exams in the following days. the last thing you want to do is stay out late doing who knows what, with who knows who.

thankfully, you aren't the only one.

working in the library had its perks, that's for sure. a near-silent working environment, very little responsibility, and only answering the occasional question. most of your job is just checking out books and returning them to their homes on the shelves.

the best part of your job though, is seeing tsukishima every week day.

this semester you've worked mostly in the evenings until close, meaning every night it's just you and the few students finding solace in the confines of the library walls. tonight isn't any different. you've been sitting at the front desk, working on homework of your own here and there. studying for midterms has consumed most of your evening, and before you know it it's close to 11 pm: when the library finally closes its doors.

you sigh and stand up, stretching a little bit and feeling the effects that sitting for the past few hours have had on your body. you begin to walk around the library, doing your final checks to see if there are any lingering students left to warn them of closing time. each row is as empty as the others, and you begin to wonder if for the first time you truly are the only person here.

until you see him.

tsukishima sits at the same table, in the same chair, in the same part of the library every single time he comes here. as usual, he has his laptop, notebooks, 2 pens, phone, and water bottle set up around him on the table. you click your tongue and he looks up at you, eyes just as tired as yours.

"this is your-"

"fifteen minute warning, library closes at 11:00. i know, i know." he says, voice full of sarcasm as he imitates you. but you know there isn't any malice to it. he sighs and continues to type on his laptop, as if you weren't even there.

"why do i even bother?" you tease, voice just as friendly as his. when you walk away though, you see him start to pack up his things.

the next few minutes are spent double checking the book carts, locking the windows, wiping down the counters, and packing up your own belongings. right at 10:55, tsukishima walks up to the front desk.

"hope i didn't keep you late on halloween. im sure you hoped you wouldn't see me," he smirks at you, hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack.

"why is that?" you mumble, eyes fixed on the school computer as you log out for the night.

"i'm sure you would have loved to get out of here early, especially on halloween. if i didn't show up you probably could have."

flicking off the lights behind you, you let out an airy laugh. "i'm not authorized to shut down the library early. with or without you in it."

tsukishima holds the door open for you, watching you walk through before you lock the doors, pulling on them for good measure. you hiss as the cold air hits your face, lips turning into a frown.

"since you worked, im assuming there aren't any crazy halloween activities on your to do list?" he looks down at you, suppressing a smile as you dig around in your pockets for your bus pass.

"no," you start, letting out a sigh of relief when your fingertips feel the plastic in your coat pocket. "unfortunately for me, i have a midterm tomorrow. what about you, tsukki?" you give him a teasing smile, laughing as he rolls his eyes at the nickname. he shrugs.

"it's just another day. besides, i would rather get work done than get fucked up on a monday night," his comment earns a snort from you, shaking your head as the two of you walk through campus to the bus stop.

your relationship with tsukishima is funny. you met him a few months ago while working in the library. you helped him connect to one of the printers, after you watched him struggle with it on his own for 10 minutes. ever since then, you've stopped to talk to him each day he studies. you know he plays volleyball, you know he works at a museum a few days a week, and you know where he's from. you aren't totally sure of his first name, but you know it starts with a "k" after you caught a glance of his ID one night. you know he has a friend, a sweet boy named yamaguchi who studies with him from time to time. and sometimes, just like tonight, the two of you ride the bus together to the student apartments.

you also know he’s incredibly attractive.

"so you're just boring," you quip as the two of you reach the bus stop, looking up at him with a grin as you sit on one of the benches. he joins you, smirking to himself at how flustered you get when he sits a little closer than normal, knees almost touching.

"i wouldn't call it boring. i would call it responsible, productive even."

you hum, squinting down the street as you see the bus approaching.

"well then, what are you going to do tonight?"

"let's see," he murmurs and pulls out his phone. scrolling through the notifications on his screen, his lip is pulled between his teeth. another habit you've noticed. "it looks like tadashi is busy," he watches your brows furrow. "yamaguchi, i mean." you nod, standing up as the bus slows to a stop. "if he's busy, that means i don't have any plans."

tsukishima steps to the side, allowing you to walk on the bus first. you sit down and he sits next to you. his excuse is that the other seats are taken. sure, he could stand. but he thinks you're pretty cute. he could spend his time studying literally anywhere else. and he wouldn't tell you, but he actually hates the library. it's too cold and the wifi isn't as strong in there.

the pretty librarian makes it worth it.

maybe it's because you're exhausted, or overly stressed, or both. those are the only reasons you would do this.

"do you want to come over?" your voice shakes slightly, nerves taking over more and more with each word. “i know you aren’t a fan, but we could study and maybe play a halloween movie in the back ground,”

tsukishima's heart races. he never, ever, thought you would ask him to hang out first.

"s-sure," he stutters, staring at his phone in an attempt to look unbothered. the bus stops with a lurch forward, copying both of your stomachs.

"um, just follow me i guess," you laugh nervously, and tsukishima just wants to hold your hand, touch your face, something. anything to get a little bit closer to you. but for now he follows behind you to your apartment. when you unlock it and welcome him in, he isn't sure what to do with himself. the intimacy of it all, seeing your own space and everything that makes you, you is overwhelming. the smell of clean clothes, a fall candle that he can't quite put his finger on, and-

"peppermint tea?"

you turn around with pure confusion written on your face.

"huh?"

he could slap himself, mortified that he said that out loud. he toes off his shoes, pushing them to the side as he sets his backpack next to them.

"i just smelled it, that's all. it smells nice," his voice is quiet, embarrassment and nerves to blame.

"oh! yeah, i just got it actually. would you like some?" you turn over your shoulder as you reach for your kettle. he nods and pulls out his laptop.

"that would be great, if you don't mind. thank you," he fidgets with his glasses, pushing them up his nose. you start to fill up the kettle, smiling at his politeness. who would have thought the snarky, aloof man that sits in the library for hours would be such a softie?

"you can sit on the couch if you would like, or the table, or the floor," you ramble on, scared that if you say the wrong thing he will just get up and leave. which of course is far from the truth, but you wouldn't know that.

"couch is fine," he replies, plopping down and flipping his laptop open. you bring over some mugs, tea bags already resting at the bottom of them. honey and sugar are placed beside them, everything ready for when the water heats up. tsukishima thinks it's sweet, how much you're doing for him.

"so," you sit next to him, a full body length away. much different than how you two were on the bus only minutes earlier. "what are you working on?"

"right now, just editing a paper. i was hoping to finish it earlier, but some girl kicked me out of the library."

you snort, setting your laptop on the coffee table. you open your notebook and pull out a pen, ready to finish up your notes.

"studying?"

you nod, lips pulling into a shy smile. "yeah, for my exam tomorrow. i just need to transfer these to my notecard," you wave the notecard back and forth. "not that it will help me any,"

tsukishima types away, eyes fixed on the screen. but, he can't help but ask. plus, he can't stop stealing glances at the way you chew the tip of your pen. he's dying to see if your lips are as soft as they look.

"why do you say that?"

you groan. "cause honestly i don't know shit about this subject, let alone anything we've studied so far. besides, i-oh shit," you're cut off by your pen flying out of your hand and into the cracks of the couch cushions. you start feeling around for it, growing frustrated quickly.

"do you only have one pen?"

"well no," you huff, digging around for it. tsukishima sighs and turns to face you, giving in to help you. the more you search, the closer you get to him, you're unaware that he's right in front of you until his fingers brush yours.

"oh," you breathe. when you look up you're face to face with the boy that makes you excited to come to work. his heavy-lidded eyes are staring at your lips, cool breath tickling your cheeks. you copy him after a couple seconds, eyes flicking down to his lips, right as he wets them with his tongue.

the hand that was on top of yours reaches up, his pointer finger tilts your chin up, and he leans in even closer.

"you should be more prepared," he breathes, fighting his instincts to lean forward and press your lips to his.

"should i?" you whisper back. he hums, and with one last glance to your lips, leans in. weeks of tension are finally about to snap, melting away on your lips.

right before you two connect, a sharp whistle from the kettle cuts through the air. the two of you jump, pushing back from each other. tsukishima's cheeks are dusted pink, lips slightly parted and his glasses have slipped down his nose slightly. you're not any better; cheeks warm, pupils blown, and heart racing.

"s-sorry, let me grab that," you scramble out of your seat and shuffle to the stove, taking the kettle off as quick as you can.

tsukishima tries to calm his breath back down before you come over. he can't think straight. adrenaline is pumping through his veins. he feel so intoxicated, and he hasn't even kissed you yet. let alone hugged you, or held hands, or-

"tsukishima? did you still want some tea?"

he focuses once more and blinks up at you, holding the kettle carefully, giving him a nervous grin.

"y-yeah i would love some, please," he breathes, taking off his rub his eyes a little in hopes of clearing his mind. you pour some water in each mug before returning to the kitchen. tsukishima wakes his computer up once more in hopes that he can finish this paper and get to bed at a decent hour.

meanwhile, you're stalling in the kitchen as long as you can. you don't want to sit down. you wish the kettle never went off. who knows what you would be doing right now. you want more of him, you want to ignore homework and talk for hours with him.

"tsukishima, what's your name?"

"didn't you just say it?"

his snarky comment is almost comforting, helping you to feel a little more at ease with his much more normal behavior.

"you know what i mean. what's your first name? i know it starts with a ‘k’. you know mine, so it's only fair that i know yours," you explain, toeing on your slippers before sinking into the couch.

"you wear a name tag, of course i know your name."

you huff and pull your notes out once more.

"it's kei," he turns to face you.

"kei," you repeat back. tsukishima could scream right now. he knows that he's impatient, he knows that he tends to have a shorter fuse. but this? this is torture.

"could i get a glass of water?" he stands up and looks towards the kitchen, desperately hoping that you come with him.

"oh, yeah! let me show you where it is," you stand up and follow him into the kitchen, about to reach your arm out to point towards the cupboard of cups when he grabs your hand, pulling you towards him. you gasp, and before you can form the words he pulls you in, pushing his lips against yours. you feel like melting, lips moving together perfectly, the softness of his kiss versus the harshness of his movements making you dizzy. you pull away to catch your breath, and when you look up you're met with a very needy tsukishima. pupils blown wide, glasses tilted slightly, hair sticking out in places where your hands had just been.

"kei-"

"how much do you care about that test?" he breathes, taking his glasses off and placing them on the counter behind you.

"n-not as much as my others i guess, but-"

"great," he whispers, picking you up and placing you on the counter and pushing your legs apart so he can stand in between them. you squeal at the sudden movement, feeling dizzy once more at how easily he lifted you onto the counter.

"cause i don't give a fuck about my paper either," he whispers against your jaw, reveling in the small gasp he gets out of you at the action. "i can't seem to focus on anything,"

you slide your arms down his biceps, distracted by the sound of your heart thumping in your ears. you have never felt this way, felt this electric from a simple kiss. you look into his eyes once more and lean up to where your lips barely meet.

"prove it."

[serqphites]

omg omg hi!! i love ur acc and adore ur writing <3 ik u get sm smut recs nd im sorry to be adding to the list but i was wondering if you could maybe write a fic of eating lee out? i just think she would be sooo whiny and pathetic its killing me!!!!

pls don't ever feel bad abt sending in reqs ! if i didn't want to ever write smut again then i assure you i would js say :) also that's so kind of you thank you so much ml <3

—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—✦—

it’s that time again, lee’s hand tugging at your belt as she whines into your mouth, her tongue dancing with your own. but something feels different today, almost as if you don’t really deserve it this time? like yes of course you’ve been to work too, but your job is nothing compared to what your girlfriend has to endure every single day.

her whines only become more desperate as she pulls away from the kiss, no words necessary because she's flashing you those gosh darn lost puppy eyes. leaning in once more, you press a soft kiss to her lips before pulling away and batting your hungry eyes at her (despite lee chasing after your mouth, whining again when you resist).

"not today baby, let me treat you mkay? just lay back beautiful" lee's hesitant at first, frowning before nodding and moving to lay beside you on her back.

all past confusion and cares are forgotten once her pants are off, her touch starved pussy practically crying for you. "so wet already? we haven't even done anything" pouting at her as you mock her, you position yourself between her legs, the heat radiating from her only intensifying your cravings.

"missed you today" she mutters sheepishly, head held up as she peeks down at whatever you're about to do to her.

cut to lee's hands tangled up in your hair, attempting to pull you impossibly close to her throbbing clit as she grinds her hips desperately against your face. lee could swear she's never felt anything like this in her life, you weren't joking when you told her she'd practically made you see god every time she's gone down on you.

"fuckshit- js'like that- mmm you're s'good" you can barely understand her, whimpers like a distant echo behind her slurred words as your tongue takes her to heaven and back.

you've never heard lee sound so... pathetic. i mean yeah she has always been whiny with you, but never before have you heard her be so vocal during sex, that's usually your job. "taste s'good" your words are obviously muffled against her, not wanting to pull away from your poor girl and ruin her building orgasm.

lee's whines and failed sentences turned whimpers eventually fade into cries of pure pleasure, that tight knot building in her abdomen. how can you tell? because her hand slides down to her stomach, pressing down slightly on just the right spot. classic trick, it's almost poetic to watch her do it to herself. even more arousing to know it's all because of you.

"i- i-" god she's trying so hard to get out the words she needs to, tears pricking at her eyes over how desperately she wants to tell you exactly what she needs. poor, pathetic thing.

nodding against her, you bring a hand up to rest atop her own that's currently pushing down onto her stomach, adding more pressure just to further her enjoyment. whines and moans build and build, echoing throughout the room and bouncing off of the walls before one last final cry of your name. lee comes undone for you, cum pooling into your mouth, her hips religiously rocking against your face as she rides out her high.

you can't just leave her like that though, right? that's just not fair, lee always makes sure to clean you up when she's done with you.

making sure you don't miss a drop of cum, your tongue travels around her messy cunt in search of more. lee's being driven insane above you, legs shaking like a leaf as she jolts and jitters with every swipe of your tongue against her plump clit.

deciding you've had enough fun with her, you press one last tender kiss to her pretty pussy before crawling up lay on her heaving chest, breath heavy and uneven. "good?" voice gentle, you trace patterns to her slightly revealed chest, only a few buttons being undone.

"good." poor baby sounds so exhausted, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your hand on her chest. she deserves a good rest after such an agonising day of work, and especially after that.