#we still have a few hours to play so I'll keep grinding for a better one though

[woahgaycephalopods]

big run is really fun this time around and it feels easier for some reason but I don't think my score of 149 is enough to get to silver because of how many people are getting over 160 eggs on twitter and youtube, we'll just have to see

[monkebearness]

A Cold Summer Fling

Lynn (tripleS) x Male Reader

Tags: smut, angst, (light) fluff, heartbreak, first love, fling

Word count: 9.5k

a/n: this one is more on the angst side, so it may or may not be for you. regardless, if you do wanna give it a try, I hope you like it.

Neither of them knew how he’d reached this point. They did, but the ‘why’ still keeps on running in his mind while Junghoon has his arms wrapped around Lynn’s waist as they lie down on the couch, staring in front of the television playing a music show in the past half an hour. Idols dancing has never been his most favorite content to watch in general, but he has always admired their singing, hard work, and overall talent.

Nuzzling her head on his chest, the woman turns to his direction. “Oppa.”

He looks down—seeing her face him—with an earnest and clueless smile. “Hmm?”

“I know I've mentioned it a few times before, but we have a performance coming up at the Summer Festival. If, uhh, you have the time—”

He hesitates for a second. “Of course! I’m sure that I have time to watch. Maybe I'll finally get to see what you and your crew have been cooking up for months.”

“Hmmm… I don't think it's too different from what you're seeing,” she teases him, her fingers delicately trailing from his chin down to chest. “Well, except for one thing.”

“What's that?” He entertains her suggestive cadence with his soft and suave delivery, his fingers trailing across her smooth shoulders to match the mood she’s setting up.

Her smile turns into a smirk, leaning closer. “Only you can touch me,” she whispers.

With a wide smile, the woman closes her eyes and lovingly leans her lips into Junghoon, which he welcomes as she turns the rest of her body around to face him, deepening the kiss while he tightens his arms around her, with his fingers trailing down her curves.

“I want it now, oppa,” she gasps in-between their kiss, holding his chin. “Please…”

“Of course,” he grunts as he continues taking over her mouth with his dominant tongue. 

With Lynn’s fingers ticking his crotch, excitement drives him to use one hand to slide off his joggers, unveiling his hog right before Lynn's eyes, further amplifying her excitement towards him in an instant. She quickly takes her skirt and panties off and gets up to sit on his lap. Their timing couldn’t have been better—sensing his cock erecting in almost an instant at the same time she takes off her top, revealing her plump breasts without a bra to hold them. With his salivating mouth, he prowls straight to her mounds, inciting a prolonged yelp that she can't contain. “Nggggghhh, so good… Fuck! Opp—augghhh...”

“Jamkkanman.” He parts from her breast, holding her hand. “I’ll just get a condom—”

“No need,” the woman piles her hand over his, her smile glowing with lust. “I'm safe tonight, oppa…” She leans closer to his cheek, giving it a cool lick before whispering. “Just do it.” next to his ear.

Within seconds, he aligns his member into her entrance without hesitation and struggle. Sliding in her tight hole. With his rod now inside throbbing her tight walls, a determined Junghoon holds onto Lynn’s hips and begins thrusting in and out of her. In seconds, his movements find Lynn's sweet spots, as he usually does. Hearing his sweet whispers, the woman can only respond to him through her growing moans, matching the movement of his robust rams with her smooth grinds. Until now, this act hasn't gotten any older, even though it’s what they’ve been doing almost every time they hang out here.

The woman’s nails dig through his skin, her grinds on his member intensifies with each second until her tits begin to bounce. “You're so… fucking goooo—auugghhhppa!” With such a spectacle in sight, Junghoon falls into the temptation of taking a second dip with his mouth, feeling the vibrations while sucking. “Su…ssugoi!” she howls out of the blue.

“W–what… is it?” he mutters, himself still powering through their strenuous movement while feeling the contrast of pleasure of his balls deep inside her at the same time. The woman can only giggle playfully—as if she’s lost all her sanity while being impaled.

The ticking of the clock and their skins sync to their ears. The woman looks up, gasping for air as her eyes roll back to the side. “I’m… I’m close!” she groans from the top of her lungs, closing her eyes and bracing herself for her own juices to slowly spurt out. At the same time, her thirst slowly forces her tongue to stick out, her jaw opening like a shark.

“Me too,” the man huffs, tightening his embrace around his partner while his mouth continues to nibble and suck on her neck, triggering a note that prolongs her moans while they maintain their movement with every powerful thrust against each other. Finding her own primal noises as harmonious to his lust-driven senses, Junghoon cannot help but relish by rewarding Lynn a sloppy kiss as their movements begin slowing down with their stamina.

With three more thrusts, Junghoon stops and shoots his load into Lynn’s womb while the latter squeals with jubilation with her back arched, unable to contain herself from basking in the wave of pleasure which is now transmitting across her quivering body.

They stay in place on the sofa, only left with a smile of satisfaction on their faces. Lynn lays her head on his shoulder, giggling, while Junghoon steals a kiss on her cheek. As they catch their breaths beside each other, the wall clock strikes nine in the evening.

After wearing her top once again, Lynn puts her panties back on as she gets up from the sofa and heads to the kitchen. “I’ll just have a glass of water. You want a glass too?”

“I’m good.” From his seat, Junghoon looks back at her. “But thanks, Lynn-ah.”

He reminisces about how he’s gotten to this point, with this wonderful woman beside him. He has promised to sleep over her place for the night, though he was hesitant to decline her offer at first. Needless to say, he’s quite glad that he didn't turn her down.

They’ve been seeing each other for three months, not long after Junghoon returned to the university campus after a year, although he wasn’t the only one who has made this decision in mind. He simply took advantage of the situation, and now, he’s reaped the fruits of his labor. For better or worse.

His eyes glance at the calendar on the wall, it’s already May. His graduation is coming up in less than a month. Slowly, his smile fades as his mind goes blank, but it will turn out to be a calm right before the thunderstorm of his misgivings has come flooding in.

= = =

Four months earlier, the campus of Seoul State University reopens after winter break. Tons of snow have accumulated on all of the building rooftops, yet that doesn’t stop students from reuniting with their buddies in this first week of classes of this new semester, especially the ones they haven't seen even before the long, cold break.

“You two have grown up so much!” Kotone coos each of her two friends with a quite melodramatic, motherly pitch. She pinches Honggi’s shoulder, before moving on to pinch Junghoon’s left cheek. “Aww… There’s not much I can pinch there anymore.”

Their hairs have grown inches since they first enlisted, still a few inches halfway to their usual look. Their overall body shape appears more ‘toned,’ as their posture is straighter.

“Yeah, yeah,” Junghoon politely pushed her touchy hands, although the sight of his friends warms his heart. “But, I gotta say, I am glad that we’re back with you guys.”

“I hate to break it to you,” Honggi places his palm on his shoulder. “But we’re mostly gonna be on our own for this year, bud. But again, I’m glad we still have each other.”

“Yeah, but I think it’ll be fine. I don’t think being a senior should be any different.” Kotone and Myungsoo can only smile at their close friend’s wholesome optimism.

“Except for our thesis,” Honggi adds as he forms a smirk, which weirds out Kotone and Myungsoo with their raised eyebrows and tilted heads. Who even smiles at the mention of the word thesis? As Honggi nudges Junghoon’s shoulder, he only rolls his eyes with a chuckle, knowing exactly what his friend is insinuating. “Isn’t that right, Jung-ah?”

“Yah, yah… Is it what I think it is? Just because we’re all friends, you better not dare freeload our maknae!” Kotone exclaims, raising her fist right at Honggi. “Both your grades and graduation will be at stake here if you ever mess up his concentration.”

“As if I’ve ever!” He raises his hands in the air. “We rarely get paired up because most of our classes were different, but whenever we were partners, I was the only one who stood up to him. I have only met up and worked with him, whenever he wasn’t busy working!”

“That’s fair, but then again, you’re not Sohyun-sunbae,” Kotone shoots back.

“I’m pretty sure she was the freeloader to Junghoon, remember?” Honggi counters her.

“Come on, guys! Enough arguing,” Junghoon burns their fuse with his voice, something that he rarely raises. At least not when he really has to. “It’s already past noon and it's still freezing here… Plus, I’m kinda starving. Aren’t y’all?”

“Finally, someone’s thinking straight!” Myungsoo backs him up, lightly holding onto his shoulder. “You heard the soldier. Today, we’ll have the almost-veterans take their pick.”

That day, seeing his closest friends was the start of his routine going back to normal.

“Oppa!” He hears the cheery greetings from two familiar voices he hasn’t heard in the last several months since they visited him at their training center with all his buddies.

Gong Yubin and Jeong Hyerin would catch on to his return later that afternoon. They may no longer have a little club to meet up, but they didn’t want to miss out on their sunbae and old friend returning. “Omo! It’s been long, you two. How’ve you been?”

“Still kicking through a couple of semesters now… And somehow, Mad Money has yet to reunite!” Yubin confesses, running her hands through her hair. “The rest of us anyway.”

“Well… I’m sure the spirit of the club still lives on with you girls,” Junghoon hopes, even though he understands what she meant. The more their unnies and fellow members had left or graduated, the rest could no longer keep up with the passage of time and stacks of priorities weighing them. “From what I heard, you’d still meet even without the club.”

“We have.” A warm smile leaves Hyerin’s face, just before a sigh of  weariness follows. “By next week, Kae-chan and I are gonna practice all night for some event our leaders aren’t even telling us about yet. Yubin-unnie here is probably gonna be sent off by her parents to culinary school in the summer.”

“Wow…” They’ve come this far. Deep down, he feels a sense of pride for them. “I don’t know what else to say, other than I know that you’ll do well.”

“And you, oppa?” Yubin chimes in with curiosity. “Were things well at the center?”

“I mean… I did pretty okay?” He answers with half the confidence, shrugging at her. “All things considered.”

“We’re just glad that you’re back,” Yubin admits, playfully squishing his shoulder. “Even if you still have the rest of your semester.” She counts with her fingers, starting with her pinky. “To finish your training, your internship, and your thesis.”

“I'm sure it's doable. It just takes a little planning and a lot more effort,” Junghoon humbly retorts. “After all, I've learned from the best club.”

Yubin only exhales a smile, shaking her head as a few blissful memories of their old crew flashes back to her.

“We know, but whenever you’re having a problem, you better ask for our help!” Hyerin slowly points her finger at Junghoon as if she’s giving him a threat, which scares him a little. “The club may be done, but we wanna repay you somehow for being there for us, with our unnies.”

“Gomawo…” Looking back, he believes more that, without the Mad Money Club, and the considerate people in it, he would not even be here, and he’ll always wear that mentality.

“By the way, your cousin has been a handful, you know that?” Hyerin adds, inciting a nod and chortle from Yubin while she crosses her arms.

“Yah… You’re the ones who volunteered—begged me even—to take her the moment she got here,” he defends himself, keeping his cadence relaxed while holding in a somewhat smug smile. “Even though Tone-yah was the first one who offered to give her a tour.”

“Oh, she still joined unnie’s club since they’re still hanging around,” Yubin corrects him. “And we’re pretty sure it was Yooyeon-unnie who really got to her without doing much.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles. “I guess she gets to have the best of both worlds.”

But joyous reunions aside, he knows that not everything is the same. And it won’t be. Still, even with this truth, he moves on with his life in many ways he can. Sentiments about the past will not help him get through it. If he has to do it alone, he’ll have to.

Back to being a senior, awaiting his graduation in the following year. Despite him having stepped down from the student council, he was able to win over his old batchmates since they knew his capabilities as an aide. By the end of the month after his return, Junghoon managed to land a gig at their University Library, agreeing to shift for two to three times a week due to his ongoing service. Afternoon and night shifts, to be precise. It pays a little, but it's enough for him to compensate for his old part-time gigs. He’s even surprised that it pays at all.

From six to ten, the library gives him a haven to study and spend more time outside his dorm so he can work on his academics in their counter without much of a disturbance.

“Annyeonghaseyo, sunbaenim. I'd like to borrow these books.”

For the most part. Though, it's not this process that bothers him, since it's his job after all. Rather, it's this familiar person right in front of him.

“Soomin-ah… What are you doing here? It’s late.”

Thankfully, his patience is better than most folks.

“Come on. I’m exercising my rights as a recent college sophomore, oppa!”

“Do that elsewhere then. Namely, your dorm.”

She pouts at him, placing her knuckles on her waist, like a whiny kid. “Hmm… That’s not a nice way to treat your little cousin.”

“Your brother does that too,” he shoots back. Of course, he can’t be angry at family.

“Hmph. That’s the problem.” She crosses her arms. “You're not Hyungmin-oppa. You’re you, which I need... And I’m here to support you on your late shifts! You didn’t complain whenever we came to visit you at your training center.”

She's done it. Talking her out of going home is no longer an option. She’s not in middle or high school anymore. “Well, you’ve proved your point. But… you can start ‘showing your support’ by keeping your voice down first, arasseo?”

“Hwaiting!” She keeps her voice down, but not without making herself sound sardonic. A few minutes later, Soomin would venture to another area in the building. The lounge where she can still bring herself out of her boredom with her laptop and a few manhwa books. Meanwhile, Junghoon is given a new task from his superior.

“Junghoon-ssi… Do you mind returning the books to the shelves? I know we still have an hour left, but it’d be better if you only got a few things to do before you wrap up.”

“Not at all, ma’am,” he complies in an instant, walking to the book cart with alertness. “I'll get to it now.”

It took him about ten minutes to return all fifty books to seven sections, but as soon as he finishes his task, his eyes catch something else that's lost. Walking inside the Korean Literature Section, he sees an I.D. has been left lying on the floor. Approaching the item forward, he picks it up, finding the face of a woman. By the looks of her identification number, she’s more likely a junior. Kawakami Lynn, from the Department of Dance. Feeling that privacy has just been violated, he quickly looks away, only for his gaze to land back at the counter, seeing three women talking to the main librarian.

The first two women are about the same height, though the one that stands out with her strangely high pitched voice, while the other’s hair is dyed brown. But finding familiarity with the third woman unleashes a surge of relief over him. Thank God she hasn’t left the building. She faces him just as he walks to her. Astonishment towards her height arises. Seeing the woman a few meters apart, she appears to be about two centimeters shorter than him, but still tall nevertheless, he almost forgets how to initiate the conversation until the woman’s friends shift their gaze towards him, giving more pressure to him.

He gives a few light taps on her shoulder. “Ma’am..? Jamkkanmanyo…”

In front of his presence, her gaze remains just as stunned as he was. “Ne?”

He raises his hand. “May I ask if this is yours?”

“Ne!” she almost raised her voice in surprise. “That is mine. Omo! Kamsahamnida!”

But she's not done. “May I ask what your name is?”

He offers his right hand to her. “My name’s Geum Junghoon. I'm a senior.”

But something tells him his own gesture might be too much. His own hesitation.

“I know you already saw it from my I.D., but…” She catches his hand quickly before he can pull it back. “I’m Kawakami Lynn. I am a junior.”

Her rush of explanation makes him chuckle. “I have, but it’s nice to meet you, Lynn.”

Whether or not her memory was shrouded in her own romantic butterflies swarming her mind and body, Lynn definitely remembers feeling a spark of electricity the longer their hands touch and slowly shake. Scanning Junghoon’s appearance from head to toe, she notices his I.D., instinctively comparing both faces in front of her eyes. His nose. His lips. His physique. Her common sense knows they're the same person, yet she can’t help but give him a second look, in awe with the finding. Junghoon awaits her response with a simper. On her left, Lynn’s brown-haired friend nudges her on the shoulder. “Psssst!” while the black-haired one giggles, shaking her head with her eyes closed.

“Mianhae! It’s, uhhhh, nice meeting you too, Junghoon-sunbae…” Her smile widens the more her butterflies start to fill her stomach. Still beside her, Lynn’s friends can only shake their heads while holding their grins and chuckles. “And these two are my friends, Hayeon and Sion,” she continues, hoping it will conceal her sudden fit of panic.

Did she just check me out? is the immediate question that pops up, since meeting her that night, but her presence has already enticed him just as well. Her smile. Her eyes. Her height, still. But he reciprocates her formalities, bowing to both her friends while such intrigue about her still lingers on. “It’s nice meeting all of you. I’ll just be here.”

Even before they leave the counter, Lynn steals a glance at her sunbae from a distance. Whether it's through his peripherals, senses, or both, Junghoon also feels her gaze from afar, but the moment his hands look back, he finds her rushing to her friends as they all exit the room. A snortle exhales through his nose, shaking his head in disbelief while he returns the book cart next to the counter desk.

= = =

Weeks have passed. Junghoon thought it was a silly encounter he and his friends would look back on and have a laugh at or wonder about what ifs. He couldn’t be more wrong, considering how the same woman would often cross paths with him since that night.

Several meetups on campus might not be the fanciest dates they’ve had in mind (even though they weren’t dating), but they made the most of their time. Aside from his bud Honggi with their thesis revisions, Junghoon didn’t have anyone else visit him in the library except for Lynn, which he didn’t mind that much. Discomfort is far from the word he would describe her presence. It was more or less fascinating. She’d ask for books whenever she can’t find something. He would comply in almost an instant.

“Have some, sunbae,” she hands him a cold bottle of caffeinated green tea.

In fact, he appreciated it, even before he realized what her moves were suggesting. He is that slow, but he managed to catch it, for her own sake.

“Oh…” He takes the bottle with some hesitation, but his own thirst has compelled him to crack it open with a sense of urgency. “Kamsahaeyo, Lynn-ah.”

Having someone as company wasn’t new to him. But it was refreshing, to put it simply. Not just because she’s a new face, but it is because she stayed with him during his late night shifts when anyone else in his life was occupied with their own personal affairs.

“If you’re gonna be here every night, you don’t have to keep calling me sunbae.”

She places her finger on her chin as she ponders. “Soooooooo… Junghoon-oppa, then?”

His sip hits the wrong pipe, causing him to let out a few coughs. Lynn rushes to her bag, unzipping the lowermost compartment to get a pack of wipes.

“Gomawo,” Junghoon takes them from her hand, quickly wiping the juice off his lips.

“Mianhaeyo, sunbaenim,” she can't help but slightly bow her head out of guilt.

“Gwenchana, gwenchana, Lynn,” he waves his hand. “It’s not your fault, it’s just…”

She keeps her hands clasped. “It’s because I like you, Geum-sunbaenim…”

And there she goes. The man’s been silenced by her words, mentally and verbally.

Her heartbeat grows even louder, having confessed those words to him. Junghoon’s heart is not that different—his palms slowly sweating around the already damp bottle. Lynn’s eyes suddenly become more captivating. Her lips appear redder. He knows well that her body isn't his business, but his eyes are already trapped by how striking, even a bit more revealing than before, her dress is; not to mention her stronger and enchanting spring-themed perfume. The woman’s confidence has captured him, and he’s more than willing to surrender to it. “I, umm, I like you too, Lynn…” Slowly, his lips curve upwards.

= = =

April and May became their courtship period, if that's still even a thing that people call.

For a start, proper dates have started to become a weekly thing for them after classes or outside their part-times. The first one was like most first dates. Awkward at first, but it ended smoothly. What made it more special was the fact it was on Lynn’s birthday. The second was a bit rough, not because of either one’s faults, but it’s more on their personal priorities clashing with their plans. It ended with their first kiss, so that compensated for it. The third date was better, even though they've only met up on campus that night.

Within those two months, the two learned a few more things about each other. Their mannerisms, habits, favorites. Junghoon would open the door for her whenever they entered the same building; Lynn would often buy him drinks or snacks whenever he’s working late. Still they always preferred meeting at affordable diners outside campus.

Now on their fourth date, they're no strangers to surprising each other with flirtations while facing each other on their table—but everything diverges the moment Lynn asks him the question: “Do you wanna head into my place?”

Junghoon’s eyes can only grow at the same time as he feels his parched throat.

As far as most of the dorm rooms he’s visited, Lynn’s place is pretty tidy, definitely more organized than most of his friends, Kotone included, though she lives with her family, so hers doesn’t count. Besides them, he hasn’t visited a tidier place since… The Mad Money Club. He brushes them off, reverting his attention back to his date while she’s watching the television… And stealing a few glances at him beside her… Just waiting and hoping for something, anything, while they’re on the sofa in the last seventeen minutes.

Lynn’s look has always enthralled him. Even if he couldn’t read her mind, something in Junghoon’s body pushes him to make the first move—leaning closer into her lips in the silence. With the remote control still in her hand, she extends her left hand without looking and presses the off button before tossing it on the floor, as her focus now shifts on his lips by placing both hands on each of his cheeks. Only following the desires of their bodies, Lynn’s lustful curiosity compels her tongue to stick out and touch his lips. Immediately sensing the sticky and slithery yet irresistible sensation from the woman’s mouth, Junghoon complies by widening his mouth, allowing his partner to initiate a dance between their tongues, having a taste of each other’s meals and drinks tonight.

With Lynn’s arms wrapping around his neck, their bodies lower down on the sofa, inadvertently pushing two pillows on the carpet below.

“Can I?” He asks first, even though the woman’s hands have already reached his crotch. Still, she nods at his question, allowing him to take the lead this moment. Taking off her shirt, he allows her to do the same to him. Junghoon leans to give her another kiss while his fingers trail up to his bra, unlocking them as they lock lips. Her breasts astound him, a reaction that even garners a giggle from Lynn herself. “Don’t just look…”

“Oh, majayo…” he stutters, forming an embarrassed smile. “Mianhae.”

He gives each mound a kiss, which tickles the woman with a titter. He stops to stand up from his seat, much to her confusion until she sees him unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants in front of her, also encouraging her to unzip her skirt while remaining seated, lifting up her legs in the air while taking her panties off.

With all their clothes on the floor, both parties are now in their bare forms, awaiting for one to take the other to the next step. Junghoon’s pubic hair is slightly trimmed, but his partner can't take her eyes off it nonetheless. Seeing something real up this close is just different from whatever she has watched through her phone screen, accidentally or not. Her cunt is also unshaven, but it doesn't faze him. Yet, a sudden thought is only making him hesitate—because of one unresolved question.

Before going in, he wants to make sure. He has to. “Is, uhh, this your first time?”

With a look of hesitation and embarrassment, Lynn only nods in silence a second time while turning her eyes from her partner, whose mouth slightly opens at her revelation.

“Gwenchana...” Deep down, he knows he has to say those words to her. “I’ll be gentle.” Hoping to provide more comfort and assurance, Junghoon slides his right hand across her shoulder, inciting a relaxing yet tingling sensation to Lynn as she braces herself with another nod, instinctively biting her lower lip, as Junghoon reaches to his pants lying on the floor. Pulling out one packet of condom—he can only thank his overthinking self that he even bought one from the convenience store on their way here. Lynn’s eyes are mixed with excitement and hesitation as she watches him wrap the latex around his erect shaft. He guides her on the edge of the sofa with his hand on her head, holding his other hand.

His cock has aligned with her entrance. “I’m putting it in, okay?” he reminds her gently. She nods for the third time, just as he slides inside her. “Auuuuggghhhh,” Lynn moans, unable to contain her mixed sensations of discomfort and arousal, her walls tightening around this foreign object as a quarter of it has entered her. It’s as tight as—No—don’t compare, he snaps into his thoughts, fixing his eyes only to this mesmerizing woman.

“I’ll start,” he reminds her again. “Just let me know if it hurts—”

“Just do it, please,” she whispers. He senses tension and desperation in her voice.

Junghoon nods and, with his hands gripped on the sofa’s arms, he makes his first thrust. “Nggggghhh,” Lynn’s teeth tightens its grip on her lower lip, mirroring the sensation of her cunt’s response to the movement of his shaft, feeling the motion around her walls. Her hands latch onto his waist before begging “Keep… going” with her soft cadence.

The longer he maintains his rhythm, the more he can feel her walls loosening. With this, her growing pleasure gradually diminishes the pain she initially felt upon his entry—her body finally giving into her libido. Now that Junghoon is reaching deeper with stronger and faster thrusts, he finds more of her sensitive spots, as if his tip was able to find and plucks invisible strings with every plunge, triggering moans from Lynn as their volume grows by the minute until pleasure overwhelms her senses. It’s a sensation she never expected she’d feel with someone. “Oppa… I–I can feel it. I'm c--close!” she howls.

The man triples his own speed, desperate to catch up with the woman’s nearing climax. Without much thought, he leans into her face, latching on his lips with hers in hopes of slowing her down until he begins to feel the buildup rising on his shaft. As his voice of reason strikes fear through his mind in the final thrust, he tightens his grip on the sofa arm—before pulling his cock out with a grunt, spilling his seed inside the condom. As he examines it, it's soaked with little blood. Thankfully the latex didn't break, he concludes with a sigh of relief. But, I’ve gotten a little rough than I should have. He takes a look at Lynn, as she huffs and puffs with her eyes half closed and a smile on her face. Seeing her cunt also leaking with fluid, Junghoon leans close to her forehead, giving it a smooch.

Both gasping for breath in the afterglow of their hard night work, having overcome their own lingering misgivings and hesitations and felt each other’s bodies for the first time.

Aside from her smile, Lynn's eyes appear to water, yet no tears are pouring. “H-how… How was I, oppa?” her smile remains uncontained.

“You were… amazing… Lynn,” Junghoon wheezes in disbelief. “I hope… I didn’t disappoint… You,” he continues, still voicing his concern for her. “Or hurt you.”

She places her hand on his left cheek, feeling each other’s warmth through her touch.

“You didn’t…” she chuckles. “Oppa, I'm glad… my first time… was with you.”

She moves her head upward, reaching his lips one more time, fueled with more passion, expressing her exhilaration, now that they have reached this point in their relationship. It may have been her first, but it’s the first of their many private adventures, exploring almost every corner of their bodies inside this safe space in the months that followed.

= = =

Two months later. The Seoul State Summer Festival has begun. It’s only been an hour since Lynn’s performance with the rest of her team had concluded, a special event that received a thunderous series of cheers and applause from the audience. And no thanks to his own training and errands outside campus, Junghoon barely managed to make it in time, but even up to this point, he still can’t get that sense of discontent off his skin, holding a red cup and standing inside a clubhouse living room, where dozens of other students have been celebrating in the past half an hour.

“You made it!” Lynn cheerfully runs to him with her wide smile.

“Thankfully, I did,” he chuckles. “But I almost missed your performance, Lynn… I didn't want that to happen.”

“It didn't, oppa…” she reassures him, reaching out to his hands. From her eyes, his face radiates uncertainty, perhaps discomfort, trying to be concealed by his usual easy going gestures. “But, I know what’ll make you feel better,” she softens and deepens her voice.

He raises his eyebrow, sensing the strands of his hair stand up at her tone. “What will?”

She leans to his ear, whispering “Follow me.” Without another word, the woman walks out of the almost crowded room, compelling Junghoon to start following her before he can lose track of Lynn amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces.

This afternoon has been a wild celebration for everyone present. As they walk outside the living room, he finds the pool filled with crazed and naked folks, some of whom are drunk under the sunlight. After a minute of following the leader, Junghoon tracks Lynn down inside a storage room.

She locks it in as soon as he enters, surprising him with a new look, albeit one he's already seen earlier. The rest of her clothes are hanging on the coat rack next to the shelf. “You like it, oppa?”

Under her attire, she’s wearing the same outfit from her performance. “I saw how wide your mouth was when I had my solo performance…” Junghoon tries to deny it, but his stutters have gotten in the way. “So I thought, why not give you a little surprise..?”

Without his restraints and through her kittenish move, he gives his answer by hungrily pouncing on her lips, mindlessly pinning her into the shelf of cleaning supplies behind her, immediately moving her to the wall on their right before they break something.

While their lips remain locked and their tongues tangled, Lynn gently pushes him to the other side of the room, pulling down his cargo pants from his garter in anticipation just as he also pulls down hers. At this point, it's open season with what they’ll do, with the only restraint that’s been holding themselves back being their own imaginations. Lynn makes her next move; the heat within the closed space compels her to take off her top.

“If it's alright with you,” Junghoon stops Lynn with his gentle hands, guiding them until their clothes are only halfway off her chest, accentuating them. “Keep ‘em… Like this.”

His move intrigues her, but she welcomes it nevertheless. She looks down on her own breasts, making her lips curve upwards. “Where do you get these kinds of ideas?”

“I’m not sure,” he confesses. “I just thought you'd look good in it. Try something new.”

As minutes have passed, Lynn keeps her hands gripped on both the edges of the shelf, while her lover gives her cunt a wild and somewhat rageful pounding. He takes turns putting her breasts into his salivating mouth, as he nibbles on both nipples while his hands make their way to her ass, doubling the volume of her moans. Alerted by her, Junghoon takes one hand to cover her mouth while continuing his deeper plunges. Eventually, he catches her mumbling through his hand. “What is it?” he whimpers, releasing his hand to fix her scruffy and now sweaty hair to the side of her left ear.

“I’m safe—today,” she murmurs before mustering enough breath to yell, “Please, do it!”

Holding her onto her tender cheek as firm as he can, he gives a final thrust and fires his load inside her womb. Lynn’s final orgasm-triggered holler stops as her voice creaks into silence and heaves with peace—exchanging each other’s breath without complaint. Their bodies remain in embrace, with his member still inside her. Lynn tightens her hold of her, with her arms wrapped around his back, feeling the warmth of their seeds leaking while their chests are compressed together.

Junghoon leans in to give her another long kiss, which neither of them hope would end, if only his phone didn’t start flickering and buzzing loudly inside his pants, on the floor. He pulls his shaft out of her carefully to reach the device, leaving his partner with a look of concern towards him.

Putting his right ear on the phone, Lynn can only watch and listen to his polite responses. “Ne, ne, I understand. I'll be there in five minutes… Joesonghamnida, gyosunim.”

As the call ends after half a minute, Junghoon faces her with a face that she has and can only read as one expression. “We’re supposed to have a consultation with our thesis advisor. Mianhae.” Disappointment emerges on both parts, albeit different ways of expressing it. “I promise that I'll make it up to you next time, okay?” he tells her while putting on his underwear and pants. “I'm really, really sorry, Lynn-ah.”

“It’s…” She wants him to stay. Just a couple more minutes. Introduce him to her friends. Have a late lunch, even by themselves. Hang out back at her place. “It’s okay, oppa. Just work on your final requirements. Hwaiting!” she cheers on him with a raised fist.

“Gomawo,” he tells her. After giving Lynn a quick peck to her lips, Junghoon walks out of the storage room, caring little about any passersby in the hallway, and rushes outside the venue. Thankfully, there aren't any, for Lynn’s sake while she dresses up.

Left inside the room, she stares right at the door, with her mind going blank. Her index and middle slowly touch her own lips, forming only one deduction. His lips don't feel as warm as they used to. On the other hand, her sense of optimism hopes that this will be the only time she’s felt him ‘like this,’ but hope… It can only get someone so far.

= = =

June. Only a month has passed since their most intimate time, yet things between them have become… Colder, to say the least, as it’s blistering through the summer heat. Their routines would continue, but not always together. Junghoon ended his library duties. They would only text each other. Lynn finds more time to hang out with her closest friends, at least more than she usually does in the past few months. And despite his physical absence, Junghoon kept lingering in her mind the longer they parted in person. As her patience runs thin, Lynn would ask around some of his friends whenever she crossed paths with them on campus.

“I haven’t seen him today, no. Not even last week,” Hyerin told her on Monday, moments after their practice. “Is everything alright with you two, unnie?”

“Unfortunately, no, Lynn-ssi. We’ve only been texting lately, ‘cause our schedules are too different.” On Tuesday, she asked Kim Myungsoo, whom she only knew was taking his masters degree. “Do you want me to call him up? I can tell him you—” She politely declined, realizing that she’s not the only one who he has been seeing a lot less lately.

“Oppa’s been very busy, unnie.” Soomin didn’t have much to tell her on Wednesday. “Even after his thesis with Honggi-oppa worked out, he kept working and working. My parents tried to talk him out of it, but I’m not sure if he even listened... Wait, did he not tell you?” Of course, she wouldn’t know. He wouldn’t have told her either. But Soomin is his family. She’s his cousin, her mind justifies.

On Thursday, she spotted Honggi outside the Tourism and Hotel Management Building. “He didn’t tell you? He’s been cooking for the training center for a month now. Most of his training ended in April, but he wanted a gig until graduation.”

On Friday, she stopped when Sion and Hayeon had asked to meet up at a campus café.

“I know I said that I liked you with him before, but I also said it to you before, unnie. With what's been going with you lately, I’ll say it. Junghoon-sunbae may not be that different from other men.”

She’s in a state of limbo, stuck with unresolved and unanswered questions about him.

“Hayeon-ah!” Sion slightly raises her voice at Hayeon, snapping Lynn back to their concerning conversation. “This isn't helping anyone.”

“It's okay, girls,” Lynn tries to de-escalate the tension between the two with her gentle tone. “He must have been working and training a lot...” She remembers all the things Junghoon’s friends have answered, yet doubt already takes over her mind.

“So have you,” Hayeon interjects, maintaining her firm tone. “You're a freaking dance major. You’ve been practicing for almost three years now, and yet—you still spent most of your time meeting up with him for three months, for some reason! Where's his effort to meet with you?”

“We’ve gone on a few dates this—”

“All you do is go on dates or ‘hang out’ elsewhere… But are you guys going anywhere?”

Not even Sion can keep raising her tone. She heard Hayeon loud and clear. “As much as Hayeon is too out of line… she still has a point. We just don't want you to get hurt.”

“Majayo, unnie,” Hayeon adds, lowering her voice out of respect as her eyes beg Lynn’s. “Think about yourself too, unnie.”

“I'm doing fine, Sion-ie… Hayeon-ah, we’re doing fine.” She keeps telling them, just as she keeps telling herself those three words.

Unbeknownst to the two, Lynn has seen a few glimpses of Junghoon having his own nightmares to deal with, but she was too hesitant to ask him about it. And he's not letting her in while his own phantoms and nightmares tear him up from the inside, making it more burdensome for her since her frantic mind can't help but speculate and speculate for days and weeks, while her friends can only watch her make up excused and voice out their worries for her during their hangouts or virtual conversations.

Ding. She finally receives a text, opening it within a second.

[Junghoon-oppa: Hey…]

[Can we talk?]

The woman swallows her throat, feeling mixes of relief, irritation, and nervousness.

Both the two senses her unease. “What's the matter?” Sion asks first.

“Is that him?” Hayeon asks, before taking another sip of her milk tea. Rolling her eyes, Lynn only types her response to him in silence. Sion slowly shakes her head at Hayeon, only glancing at their friend with concern while she takes a smaller bite of her croissant, unlike she usually does. As much as they’re compelled to help, they let this one play out.

[Lynn: Sure, oppa]

[Where do you wanna meet?]

= = =

Later that afternoon, they meet up at the restaurant. One they had their first ‘proper’ date in. There's no orders from either, only each a glass of water on their side of the table. Awkwardness and uncertainty spread across the air-conditioned atmosphere.

She takes a risk by shooting a certain question at him. “Have you been cheating on me?”

“No,” he answers. She looks deep into his dead eyes, he doesn’t seem fazed by her interrogation, even if they both know it came out of nowhere. “I wasn't.”

“Who is Hyerin-ssi to you?” she continues pushing through. “And that other woman?”

She herself has known Hyerin. But not as much as Hyerin knows Junghoon. As much as she knows Junghoon from Hyerin, or any other friends he’s had on campus. Since their second date, a lot of new things she’s heard and learned about him were from them.

“Yubin? They’re both my friends… Lynn, I've known them since I was a sophomore.”

Lynn is aware of that, considering Junghoon has told her since they first got acquainted. Nothing she’s learned about him seems to raise a red flag, because she’s witnessed those things about him, and it’s what’s been bothering her for a while—eating her from inside.

She knows this won't lead anywhere else, even if she keeps accusing him of things. Even if he is only opening up now and answering all her questions, it is not helping her regain her trust towards him. Towards herself. If they’ve only talked about these things earlier.

“Oh…” She freezes in silence, slowly realizing her own misstep. “But I don’t know if I can believe that. Believe you.” Yet her pride keeps her going. Going past her voices of reason.

“You don’t have to…” he shoots back, maintaining his lower tone. Her eyes slowly darted at him, trying to read his face. Through his soul, it’s as if she feels Junghoon’s loneliness. “And I know we haven't spent more time lately, but can we just talk—”

“Talk about what?” A hint of annoyance and bitterness mixes in with her tone, having had enough of his innocent voice, which kept on enticing her since the night they met.

“About this,” he sighs. “About whatever’s going on with us.”

Her eyes widened. Hearing those words It's inevitable, he realizes. “What about us?”

He clenches his hands under the table, mirroring the feeling of his own tightening heart. “What do you feel about us..? About me?”

She wants to tell him how much she has loved his company. His touch. His voice. His presence. “You've barely opened up to me.” She’s realized what his question insinuates. “I just, I don’t even know how to feel because you wouldn’t tell me what’s been worrying you whenever I see you worried… I don’t even know how you're feeling or what you have been up to lately.”

The moments they’ve had throughout the months, she’s explored every corner of his face and body. Yet as a person, she knows little of him, beyond some of his favorite things or his interests. Just this point—a realization strikes her. She doesn't know what they are. Everything in the last couple of months has felt mundane, overindulgent—incomplete.

“I know,” he mutters, still holding his stone cold front together with her. “I messed up.”

“Why are you agreeing to everything I'm saying?” almost raising her voice, clawing the wooden surface of the table. As her hands clench, her long nails leave their marks. The customers nearest to them can only peek a glance at them, but this pair can’t care less.

“Because you're right…” His voice almost cracks. “You didn't deserve any of this. You're a sweet and kind woman, Lynn-ah. And I took you for granted… I was being selfish. I’m at fault for not paying attention, for not finding and making more time to be with you as much as you have with me. For not being open with you enough.”

Silence follows their table for a moment. He has taken her words right out of her mouth, and she can only let him speak out with a disheartened spirit. He’s given up, she dreads.

“Look me in the eye… And tell me if this is still something that you wanna keep going.”

Through his eyes, she catches a glimpse of his soul. There’s nothing to read between the lines. Just hints of fatigue, loneliness, insecurity. There are no words for her to counter. Her beating heart yearns to say ‘yes’ till her mind stops her from doing so, encouraging her instead to consider his sincere words. For her to listen to her own reason.

“You know too,” he surmises in her absence of a response. “There's nothing to have from this. I don't want you to keep getting hurt and disappointed because of my excuses.”

“They weren't excuses,” she tries to defend him, quickly picking up the shrapnel of his crumbling façade, even if his continuous barrage of discouragement keeps on prickling and piercing her confidence from the inside. “They’re not even lies.”

“What do you call them then? False promises?” he sighs in discontent. “In the last few months, that’s all I could give you while you gave more than company and attention.”

Even if her mouth can’t say it to him, her heart doesn't regret any of it. ”So have you. Did you just throw away all those memories, all those moments we’ve had, from your mind?”

“I didn’t…” he looks down, still racked with guilt. “But will those things be all that we do? Will you be fine with that, Lynn? Will your friends even be okay with that?”

A burning sensation surges through her voice. “Why the hell would my friends care if—”

Lynn halts herself, realizing the error of her own words. Even Junghoon is in disbelief. The woman can only cover her face with both her palms—groaning at her own actions. Sion or Hayeon will let it slide if they hear her say it, but she won’t ever forgive herself. She knows that leaving her best friends for some guy she’s seeing is the last thing she’s doing. Even if it’s someone like Junghoon.

She lets out a chuckle. “We've been pretending like things are fine, aren’t we? At least, I am. And we still kept on going, dinners, sleepovers, sex, and all that... For a second, I’ve forgotten my friends, while we forgot how to act like a normal couple. I’m not even sure if we were one to begin with.”

Junghoon himself doesn't have an answer for her last sentiment. He can only hear his own heart beating faster.

“What am I to you, oppa?” she continues, her deepest, more hopeful yet desperate self craving words and phrases. Someone he wants to spend more time with. Someone he wants to fight for. Someone he wants to make up with. Someone he wants to love.

But he looks up to her, his eyes now radiating with guilt and sorrow. “I—I’m not sure…”

She feels a pang in her heart, hurting with every beat the longer she faces him. Voices in her think in various ways to cope with the inevitable, as facts and her speculations clash. Cheating would have been better. Maybe he is, we should keep going. It doesn't matter. He's leaving, anyway. But that doesn't mean we can't stay together! I hate this feeling, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels like shit right now, even though I’m the one getting dumped after all. There’s no point in fighting him over this. She thought she’d felt something special with him. Now, she realizes… They’re not different from others.

Yet, with all the conflict going on in her mind and heart, she simply straightens her posture and looks up to him with a soft smile on her face. “Geurae… Let's end this.”

Her response confounds Junghoon, contrary to what he’s been bracing himself for. Her smile doesn’t match with her watery eyes, racking him up with more guilt as he pushes through, feeling that whatever he could’ve done better wouldn’t make much difference.

“I felt like I was using you, and I didn't keep up with you… I'm sorry for not being—”

“You weren’t,” she interrupts him. “I could argue the same thing with myself… I know you weren't my first, but you were still the first one who treated me like I was enough. Like I was worthy of being loved.”

His eyes widened at her confession, the impulsive region of his mind urging him to say that she’s worthy of love. But not the other way around, as it's something he can't give.

“Still, I understand what you mean,” she continues. “About us not spending too much time together. Our lives haven't been aligning with our plans, I get it. With whatever I wanted to see ourselves... With whatever we don’t… I think it’s better this way, oppa.”

They both knew whatever they had wasn’t love. But they’ll have to live with that truth. They rushed in, and they made a fool of themselves for not handling the consequences now that they’ve reached this point.

She offers his hand, much to his surprise. “It was nice knowing you, Geum Junghoon.” She has nothing left to gain if she keeps up this front, only what remains of her pride. Even though it's already been shattered by their cold and rough yet honest exchange.

Junghoon hesitantly takes her hand. Slowly, he gets up from his seat, his somber face remains as he looks down to face her. “Take care, Lynn-ah…”

Lynn gives him one final look, hiding through her smile. “You too, Junghoon-oppa...”

Without him around, Lynn slowly feels moisture building up on her vision while the beats on her chest slows down, becoming heavier—like an anchor plummeting on the seafloor, over and over again. She knows this feeling will pass; she knows there was no love between them, but she has already been overwhelmed by the silent yet tumultuous clashing of different emotions in her heart. Outside, Junghoon walks along the sidewalk as his tears drip down, yet his face remains stone cold. He knows he's broken someone's heart, and he can't take that back. Inside the restaurant, muffled whimpers grow louder.

The sun starts to sink on the horizon as the purple skies hover above a sleepless Seoul.

= = =

A couple of weeks later, Junghoon finally graduates with flying colors, accompanied by his closest friends and relatives with a humble smile. Lynn goes with her morning class with her friends, but not without catching his presence from afar. From the fourth floor of their building, she looks at the window, seeing the outdoor stage, still swarming with graduates yet somehow, her eyes catch Junghoon walking with joyful faces she can only recognize as Kotone, Honggi, Myungsoo, and Soomin, while the rest appear new to her. She barely knew any of them. Maybe in another life, that was the case. In a warmer, less rushed, and more balanced season, she’d probably get along well with him and his small social circle.

Such a wishful thought allows a soft smile to form on her face, trying to ease the pain that is now simmering through her still recovering heart.

“Lynn-chan!” She hears Sion’s high-pitched voice before turning around to see her and Hayeon standing next to the pair of doors, waiting for her while the remainder of their classmates flock outside. “It’s lunch break… You coming with us or not..? They have a new milk tea at the bakery. I don’t wanna miss out on their restacked soufflés either!”

But enough what ifs… Enough of him and his friends. She has her own.

She chuckles out of embarrassment, pushing herself to wrap up her bags in a rush and rush to their spot. “Mianhae, mianhae, girls… It’ll be my treat, arasseo? Both of you.”

“Daebak! You should know that’s one deal we definitely can’t say no to now, unnie,” Hayeon cheers on just as she rushes out through the open doors while wearing her brown, spiky-textured backpack. “Gaja!”

Sion can only give her friend a comforting and empathetic smile, rubbing her back. Lynn expresses her gratitude with a smile and her watery eyes, yet not a drop of tear has fallen out of them. “You doing okay?” she asks.

“I—uhhh—I don’t know,” she admits. “But… I am feeling better, I guess.”

“It will get better, Lynn-chan,” she reassures. “Don’t hesitate to tell us about it, okay?”

“Gomawo,” Lynn nods, pulling herself and wrapping her arms around her dear friend. “You know, I don't think I can get through this without having you two around, right?”

“Of course,” Sion murmurs, offering the warmth of her embrace in hopes that it will heal Lynn's broken heart. “We’re always gonna be here for you, Lynnie… Whether you meet some tolerable bad boy or another nice guy with baggage, we’re not letting you forget your worth.”

They chuckle at her remark, before taking a glance at the hallway to see Hayeon still walking fast, now a few meters away from them. “Come on,” Sion takes a step forward. “You better not let Hayeon wait for us in the lobby downstairs... Otherwise, she’s gonna try and double your treat.”

“Hayeon-ah!” Sion hollers as they both follow Hayeon’s steps through the hallway. “Yah, just wait up, you hungry hedgehog!”

“The deal's off once you've made it to the elevator!” Lynn chimes in with a wide smile, remembering Sion’s advice just then. “Maja!” Sion adds. “You heard that, Hayeon-ah?”

Within seconds, they see their friend rushing back to their direction, prompting the two to slow down their pace as they cackle at Hayeon’s instant change of movement. “Fine!” she whines with a pout. “But now that I'm here, no more backsies, arasseo?”

To others, their short-lived relationship might as well be simplified as a spring and summer fling, and they’re not entirely wrong. But, to themselves, it is one that would shape their futures. Their seasons of memories and mistakes would mold them with their decisions on how they would perceive love, how they would act on it. How they would learn from it and live with it, even if it may hurt them in the end. Perhaps it’s better to feel the thrills of lust, the pains of heartbreak, and the hardships of romance—even if it may not be “true love”—than to never feel those things at all.

= = =

This went longer than I originally intended. it may also feel rushed in some parts, but I just wanted to get it done, even if it may not have come out amazingly.

Although this fic has always been my plan, I'll also write a lynn fic that's more hopeful down the line. I know it's a fic, but I still kinda feel bad lol, though this is my attempt at an angst-slash-smut fic.

Still, my next one (about someone else) will def be less angsty than this. However, for now, thanks for reading, and have a nice day!

[hydroj1ns]

could we please get lisa getting it eaten from behind i need her so bad

ok if you insist..... not quite from behind but you're under her!

cw: pussy-eating, semi-public sex, try not to get caught!

"o-of course, swe- mmph-- sweetie, make sure to return it on time!" the librarian says, checking out another book for yet another scholar. she's about to bid him goodbye until- "ms. lisa, are you alright? your face is unusually red..."

"YES!" he gave her an odd look. "i mean- i mean, i'm fine!" she laughs nervously, trying to play it cool until another vicious shock of pleasure goes through her body, causing her to double over on the mahogany counter. "ju-just a little under the wea-wea-- hah-- weather." she says through clenched teeth.

"uhh.... okay, ms. lisa..." he responds awkwardly, leaving for the doors as to not to be any more of a nuisance. he's heard the rumors of how the librarian of mondstadt gets when she's angry.

what time does the library close again? she can't wait to get out of here and...

lisa dares glancing down at the debauched sight that was her lap. and there you are, slurping away at her cunt, uncaring of the mess of slick and saliva on your cheeks. it must have been hours (at least that's what it felt like to her) since you stripped her of her lacy shorts and thong. you let her keep those black stockings though; you liked the way they hugged her thighs. honestly, you don't think you could find better thighs on anyone in mondstadt-- no, all of teyvat. you love how they ripple when she struts around town, how they pudge up between your fingers when you grip them with just enough pressure, and of course, how good they look marked up after a particularly passionate night.

you make eye contact with her as you hoist those thick thighs further up your shoulders, giving your mouth a better angle against her sopping hole. she shudders, the sensation of your tongue reaching so deep inside of her is too much to bear, and she almost cums in your mouth until--

"hey, lisa. can you give me the keys to the restricted area?"

its kaeya. the cavalry captain's smooth voice permeates through the tense air, causing the librarian to regain her posture and adopt a neutral expression.

"you know you need a permission slip from jean, kaeya." fuck, she was so close to coming, if only he hadn't walked in right then.

its okay though, if there's anything you're good at, its getting lisa to her climax.

as kaeya shuffles through his list of excuses of why he should be granted access to mondstadt's highly-gaurded archive, you take the liberty of pinching at lisa's clit. hard.

"ah!" she yelped. kaeya flinched back, surprised by her sudden outburst.

she tries her best to keep her hips still. archons, if kaeya found out, he might tell jean, and then-- but she can't afford to think right now, because the way you're lapping and sucking at her taint is making her mind go blank. she wants to grind onto your hot mouth so desperately.

"haha... sorry, i've been, uh, i've been feeling a bit sick as of late," she tried.

it seems you were determined to embarrass her today, because you didn't stop there. you plunged two of your fingers in her throbbing hole, stirring them in her heat languidly, like you didn't even care that the cavalry captain was standing just beyond the desk you were hidden under, prodding at this woman's pussy.

"all the more reason to just give me the key. i'll close up for you today, and you can go home! everyone's happy!" he leans over the counter and gets close to her face, giving the librarian one of his charming smiles in hopes that it'll aid in his task of persuasion.

if he leaned a few inches over and looked down, he would see how you're absolutely devouring ms. minci's depraved pussy. luckily, she hurriedly closes the gap between her body and the desk, effectively resting her cleavage on the edge of the desk to obstruct any view of what's happening under her.

kaeya raises his eyebrows, no doubt wondering why she just propped her breasts on the desk. she never showed him any interest before so why...

"lisa, if you want something, you could just ask-"

"FINE! JUST GO!" she shouts at him as she opens the drawer beside her and throwing the keys at him in record speed.

the one-eyed man quickly retreats, clearly appalled by the mistake he just made. when she sees that he's turned the corner, she collapses back in her chair, exhausted.

"he was definitely going to flirt with you," you say to her from between her legs.

"well, i wasn't." she clarifies. your fingers are still in her.

"now are you going to continue? or maybe i should call captain kaeya back."

well, she certainly knew how to encourage you. smirking, you swiftly bend her over so her torso is on the table and her ass just on the edge.

"you're not leaving this library until you cum, ms. librarian." you say as you place your face snugly in between her asscheeks.

your tongue takes its rightful place on lisa's wet sex, warm muscle meeting moist cunt like a moth to a flame. its the most delicious meal in mondstadt, and that is undebatable. you love the way her hole clamps down on your tongue, the way her walls tremble when you caress her puffy lips with your fingertips, the way those angelic moans are reserved for you, and only you.

her well-manicured nails drag across mahogany as the coil in her gut tightens, threatening to snap. she feels like she's losing her sanity from how good you feel inside of her.

she grinds back on you, and pleads, "please, please let me cum, i want it so bad~"

"don't you feel embarrassed? anyone could walk in here, or kaeya could come back, or-"

you're interrupted by a particularly loud groan from lisa, and suddenly her walls are clamped down on your tongue, and she squirts. some her liquids splash on the wood as the rest drip down her thighs and onto the carpet under her.

"huh, guess you really like the idea of getting walked in on, is that a kink of yours?" you ask as you stand up to get a look at her and she's-

she's utterly ruined. her face is the picture of lust: a pink flush caresses her skin, drool runs down her chin, and her eyes are rolled back into her head. even her normally well-styled locks are messy under her tilted witch's hat.

you chuckle, leaning over her as she's still bent over, and you tuck a stand of hair behind her ear, "we should do this again sometime, behind angel's share? while everyone celebrates windblume? yeah, that would be nice."

you can't get enough of her taste.

[breeding-bull-shuichi-saihara]

In oiled up twerking contest, Shuichi which girls make the top five for you?

The twerking competition is such a rare event and opportunity that we haven't experienced it happening so far. So, in the oiled-up competition, the hottest five girls in the academy should be at the top...... However, I want to put Kaede on the list; I know I'll always be biased towards everyone since Kaede will always have my heart; either way, back to business. I can only see her willing to twerk if she is affected by the lust virus <Who am I kidding? Everyone in Hopes Peak is suffering its affliction, including me. At least, I'm fully aware of it as a detective. I'm just out here, preventing my urge from turning me into feral; now it's hard not picturing them all oiled up for twerking> anyways, let's get to it:

5:- Celestia Lunenburg: The reason why I think she is going to be one of the top girls at twerking competition. Because she does it for money, and she'll give it her all if that means attracting many customers. Including me, I'll be out here contemplating, would she go so far as to get paid by her customers for a one-on-one twerk dance? I would say yes; she is the type of woman who would charge you extra and want you to be there watching her twerk just for you "In private." And I know for a fact things will get extra spicy with her backside; she will be eager to let you hold her oiled ass as when she's bouncing and grinding against my crotch. And get her ass groped and smacked to make her go faster. And who knows if her customers are entertaining her. She would extend the session for them to watch her bounce and twerk for extra hours. Hopefully not; I would go feral here and there.

#4: Akane Owari. Now, with someone amazingly athletic, I think she would be phenomenal; I can picture her doing it with the least clothes possible. If anything, she will invite you to watch her twerk super closely against your groins; she can throw her massive globes against you. Eliminating the distance between you and her, knowing her skin is all oiled up. She is the type of woman who spice things up and fuck you on her first date. You can leave some shading red mark on her fat rear, and she'll still twerk for you. Know if this ever happened to you. She'll just want to get dicked down hard. She is the type of woman who openly lets everyone fondle her heavy, fun bags; now, imagine how much you put into her in the mood when you get to play with her all day with no strings attached. That makes me want to do it all, playing with her breasts, pounding her if she keeps twerking her tanned, thick skin against me. I know she is asking for this. She is an animal, and so do I when I get feral..; and she got nothing against me using her pussy like a cock warmer for my thick shaft. She hobbyist and a twerker. And if you feed her right. She'll go a few more steps beyond your imagination to take her for yourself.

#3: Maki is one of the exceptional cases; nothing is better than watching your close friends twerking for you all day/night. A perk for being her close friend. She was even practicing all day and night; with her substantial delicious wobbling ass. I can already tell. Maki wondered how to impress Kaito, so she came to me first. Since she is very cautious with her body, suppose her ass was too thick. I wouldn't lie to her; she is freaking hot. She needs to put her heart and soul into shaking her ass.. then I told her to do it for me; she didn't mind twerking against me all day and night if that's what it takes to improve. And she got my pants so stiff with how hard I got, encouraging her to get creative and play against my pole using her solely. She was such a good girl. I even had to spank her ass to increase her rhythm and speed; then, I told her to close her mind and get oiled up. And shake her perfect ass for the show. <I just realized they will get oiled up in the twerking contest. My goodness, these girls will make me R O C K H A R D if these girls are highly oiled up twerking for me as a group.

#2:- Ibuki: I don't know why I have thought of her, but she is better at attracting more customers than Celestia Lunenburg, but the question is if she is willing to wear super short ripped jeans to show off her seat. She is upbeat, loud, and speaks to herself in the third person. She is absolutely a beast in twerking, given she is touring around the world. And twerk for millions of people watching her. She leveled her performance. She would twerk for you so hard, surprisingly harder than Akane, you would hold to her for your dear life. So I say Ibuki can and will be a different beast if she twerks for us solo, and with the loud music bursting your ears, she will twerk a lot faster; with how thick and round her posterior is, she will make you daydream, and lights out if you're feeling too good in her twerking skills. Here's what I learned: the louder the music is, the harder and faster she will go. You can ask her for a private dance. But I assure you that your soul will leave your body, and she won't stop even if you are far gone. Now imagine her fucking you harder while her body is all oiled up? I don't know about you, but Ibuki can spice things up

#1: Kaede: her body jacks all trade; she had one of the fastest oily rears in the competition; each of her heavy rumps can block one seat; I'm not kidding when I said she needed two seats for her ass to sit down. Her voluptuous ass is twice bigger than Celestia and Maki combined; it made me so rock hard I needed an onahole asap to get myself back to normal. Twerking that ass alone, clapped her asscheeks against each other, making shockwave after shockwaves; the sounds were so mesmerizing I couldn't wait to take her backstage. It all feels so... surreal. She teased me for the whole contest, and it worked because my biological urge spiked up so hard; I spent most of the time hammering and fucking Kaede's down south so hard we ended up connecting on a grand piano I was devouring with each kiss; I kept howling, playing with her voluptuous body making her ass ripple with each of my bruting thrusts, I felt I was a tearing a planet when I was invading her; I couldn't I craved her this much after the end of the show. I was so pent-up; I'm glad the show was over. Cause we took a ride on the bus, and as soon as we got back into our dorms, we had the longest breeding sessions. I ended up fucking her and cummimg inside of her. Our skins never left each other. We spent most of the day sleeping in her dorm. I got to do everything I wanted with Kaede and some more. It was wild; I couldn't wait to get for to get up for another round ♡~

[sukaitsuriarchive]

FE3H livetweet thread (3/3)

i refuse to believe they designed this class for anyone other than this fucker. absolute zero mention of anything slightly resembling japan but yeah sure here's felix acting like a weeb

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me: yay we killed hubert and edelgard aside some students we never bothered giving a gift before! can we go to the sidestory now? 3H: *105 hours in* no

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damn funny that even at this point cyril still throws this pissed ass face at byleth

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the most cursed thing abt 3H is that it forces my brain to accept that the personas w calendar system were infinitely better designed than this lol

it dumbfounds me how limited the opportunities to grind and fix your weapons are like i tried my best to keep everyone at check and in the end i arrive at the decisive battle w my most important gear unable to use

like yeah whatever i can accept the stupid dating sim mechanics and i can ignore the game not giving any information whatsoever abt what shit my units are learning in the classes they're in but the shop system is so stupidly restricting and convoluted to use???

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i hate so much the fact i have to keep switching windows all the time to buy and sell shit FOR EVERY DIFFERENT CHARACTER when in games severely older than this you could do everything in one screen

idk i rly can't believe this is the thing it ultimately fumes me the most in 3H lol there's barely any story and you do supports and quests mindlessly tapping in less than 2min but every fucking time you go to the market it takes hours trying to remember what your inventory has

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catherine we saved this bitch TWO MISSIONS AGO

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okay nvm rip

the "YOU GOT MICROWAVED AS A BABY *dies*" thing really likes to follow wherever i go

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the time has arrived. sadly petra isn't available for boobleth so i ultimately decided to go w the one most fit for the route i went to i guess. gotta console the now motherless boy

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FROM ALL THE /GAZILLION/ WAYS THEY COULD'VE WRITTEN THIS CONFESSION SCENE THEY WENT W ONE W THE WORST IMPLICATIONS RNDNGNS

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byleth: rhea is gone and all but look i'm still here :) cyril: ah cool! i was rhea's house servant before so from now i'll be yours, since you're telling me i can't run away byleth:

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they 100% did the same w dedue didn't they. i'm not even gonna bother checking bc i know they must have done it

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i thought i wouldn't be into post timeskip bernie much but she ended up growing on me, still the same funny critter but tried her hardest to keep up and look presentable bc her school mean a lot to her... rest well my baby

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okay nvm girl won't get to rest LMFAOOOOO

i wanted caspar to have a fitting girl that wasn't byleth and a few others could fit but i'm specially fond of bernie bc both of them are the funniest 3H characters to me... cheers to my funny rats fucking and making children

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wait WAIT EXCUSE ME????????????????? PETRA????????????? MOTHERFUCKER WASN'T AN OPTION FOR ME BUT STILL GOES FOR DOROTHEA??????????

damn........ ngl mad respect for dorothea just silently snatching her from behind my back

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so... that was it for the main story sorry to confirm but yeah i won't be playing other routes, i'll check the sidestory tho

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thinking back and man they REALLY wanted to keep the masterxslave thing on top of already so much shit byleth has over cyril like girl just keep it at oneeshota, people are here for that!!!! intsys rolling their eyes at S supports for all genders but raceplay is added w gusto s2

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when i see cyril being iliterate while tiring himself doing chores and being a soldier for rhea like i can't in full honesty not despise rhea like what did you do to him you brainwashing church dragon freak.... byleth's lesbian list selection is terrifyingly bleak

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4 hrs into sidestory so far the party is fixed and only has returning characters idc for, i guess the underground dwellers setting is slightly more interesting but the exclusive cast is still made of ex-nobles and magical bloodlines so uh... yeah playing as dudeleth for a change

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it sucks how edel was the only opposing force in this game bc everyone else just passively goes along w whatever rhea decides in the end even if they dislike it "don't worry you can contine living in the slums if you wish to ^^"

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welp 125 hours was my limit here. i couldn't grow a glimpse of interest for the story since the very first few hours, you keep going expecting some type of big shift or at least a reward for investing in specific characters over others but it's as barebones as a gacha game

i was told awakening was like 30~40 hours long and cmon?? this is exactly the max a run of 3H should've been?? they stretched a dryass plot and for what... for the player to get dumped all info at the last minute like are we in a professor layton game

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"what's the lesson here?" "no more calendar rpgs!" "anything else?" "FIRE EMBLEM IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED!"

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me: i love how so far my complaint of FE and royal bloodlines had as a rebuttal only a single protagonist which is ike in theory. if ike disappoints me then it's over for the entire franchise

friend: I'm curious about what will you think. I heard he's the only non royal but there seem to be playable royalty characters so genuinely I wonder if they drop the ball like Echoes

me: i can't help but feel wary of ike being overhyped bc of how often i heard abt echoes and 3H being 'the better ones' and then turns out echoes is sexist and 3H is an absolutely insane white savior parade LOL next thing you're gonna tell me is that ike is an incel or eats children

friend: I feel the same lmao It would be a positive surprise but rn I'm convinced that FE as a whole just can't not mess up horribly when dealing with the most basic social issues. I'm just going for the wide array of fucked up blorbos and the stories are a moot point.

me: nobles having fucked up dynamics should be such a to-go for a series like this, i couldn't believe how irrelevant and generic the enemies you fight against in 3H are, even their hair color are bland like a background character in anime gjlkdfgl

friend: Yea, like even period dramas focused on royalty fumble the bag when they try to address plebs while keeping their protagonists undeniably good people. Just go with court drama. Omg that was extra disappointing because so many place and people full names and what for

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tbh no wonder the FE x SMT crossover turned into FE x persona bc smt is anti-fire emblem to its core... smt exists specifically to shit on law so the moment it gives leverage to royalty it wouldn't be smt anymore

"but that's it! it's exactly for them being opposites that the crossover would be interesting!" you and i both know they would write a generic lukewarm message and just focus on nobles and demons being cool fighting side by side or whatever instead of dismantling oligarchy

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Originally written from Feb 26 to Mar 22, 2024

[plnetl]

Hi! I make a lot of traditional art, I love to draw and build in mc, I'll be posting here a lot since I am just so very front stuck.

Feel free to send asks!! I do builds based on pictures mostly because I'm still warming up to building in mc, but I'll happily build something if you give me refs and a few days lol. Here's one of my large-scale projects from a few weeks ago!! Took me 2 days to complete;

Ahh, this will be very very long 0.o so I'm just going to...

*snip snip snip...*

Much better!!!!

Okay, let's continue

Might get in trouble for posting this because this is on a soon to be super active lore server... ewps!! Whatever. If anyone recognizes this in the near future; no, you don't. But oouugguhsh whoops whoooooooo careeeessssss!!!!!

·･❈{Basics!}❈･·

} {☼˖˚Name:

Planet , Apollo

} {☼˖˚Age:

17-18

17 bodily, don't be weird!!

} {☼˖˚Pronouns:

He/it

} {☼˖˚Gender:

Male :( (transmale :) )

} {☼˖˚Orientation:

Men :(

} {☼˖˚Species:

Uhhh!! Guess. Not human

·･❈{System Stuff!}❈･·

} {☼˖˚Source:

Lifesteal!!

} {☼˖˚Role:

School fronter/Frequent fronter , babysitter/part time caretaker

} {☼˖˚Subsystem?:

Nah

} {☼˖˚Verbality:

Meh, I'm bad at talking sometimes, but I engage in conversation

} {☼˖˚Source Talk?:

Yah!

} {☼˖˚Doubles?:

Yah!

} {☼˖˚Sourcemates?:

Yaahhh!!!!!!!! :3

} {☼˖˚What info do I need to know?:

We are a DID system!

Don't immediately ask for discord, we are anxious.

We're a therian!!

Content creator in our spare time.

I want to make this very clear that we are so very 16 years old, 19+ you can interact, just don't be weird.

·･❈{Stuff!!!}❈･·

SPLATOON!!

AUTOMOTIVE!!!!

MECHANIC WORK!!!

Building in mc!!

Grinding in mc (I've played for 57 hours in a single world that has been open since the 31st of December. This was posted on 1/8/24. I have full enchanted netherite and that huge spaceship up there.)

·･❈{Boundaries!}❈･·

} {☼˖˚Flirting?:

As a joke, yeah!!

If serious, keep in mind we're 16 bodily, have a partner system, dating another guy, and I'm mlm

} {☼˖˚Touch?:

Platonic, yeah!!! Hugs, kiss on the cheek/forehead, whatevr, as long as yr not weird abt it :3

} {☼˖˚DMs?:

Yeah!!! I'll give you our discord after a few conversations

} {☼˖˚Pings?:

Yah!!

} {☼˖˚Friend Requests?:

Yah!!!!!!

} {☼˖˚Faceclaims:

Teehee :3c

Tags I use!!

#breakfast my beloved

-Baconnwaffles0 art I adore/my own posts about him (I rarely use this anymore,,)

#plnetl text

- text posts!

#friends tag

- people who I talk to daily / cool people

#plnetl art / #plnetl doodles

- my art! / doodles from asks

#plnetl media

- irl pictures :3c

#gorgeous / #oh gorgeous

- things I think are pretty or I just say "oh wow!!"

[toournextadventure]

I got BG3 and spent 4 hours playing without noticing, which is great, but I am about to lose my shit, why the fuck can't the druid take long rests with us or keep fighting while we're "dead" when fighting the goblins, I am out of health potions, killed one of the true ones, have two left, he's basically a goddamm tank that heals himself and we can't use that to the best of our abilities, I mean me and Shadowheart are level three and the guys we're fighting ate levels ahead of us, so what the fuck man, I know its supposed to be hard, but I'm either way under powered or these guys are here to drive me insane

- Scoundrel Anon

Oh I can help! This isn't any pro info, just what worked for me. It also depends on which difficulty you're playing on, I get bodied when I play Balanced so I can't help too much on that one, but I'll put some of my personal tips down below!

First, I can't say much about how to work with Halsin because ngl, I always forget to find him in my playthroughs and just end up finding him later down the line, so I have no experience with him as a non-official companion.

The general rule of thumb that I go by is "overpowered is better than under-powered." Like, go around the map a bunch, get as many levels as you can. I always always always over-prepare when I play these types of games. Get more experience and levels, get more gear and supplies, it takes longer but it's definitely worth it.

Second, your squad is also very important depending on how you play. For example, I play an Oathbreaker Paladin, so I set up Karlach, Lae'zel, and Shadowheart to match it. Karlach and I are utter tanks, Lae'zel gives combat boosts, and I use Shadowheart pretty liberally for whatever I need at that moment (she's OP if you build her right, don't let anyone tell you she's not a good companion). Don't be afraid to spend time figuring out how your squadmates can benefit you (with whichever squad you're using, that's just my personal go-to). And if you want, I can find my save and show you how I've got them built out if you wanna check it out!

Third, take fights really slowly, especially in the beginning. I went into the game blind on how fights would work, but once I started to take it slow and stretch out the battles, it worked a bit better. Plan out each turn (which I know is easier said than done). Spend some time getting to know your squads abilities, because then you can plan combos and attacks better which makes everything way easier. It's a serious grind, and in the beginning it's not near as fun, but it helps you get past those battles that are just a bit too irritating.

Fourth, just don't be afraid to go back to that spot later! I've full on gone back a few saves because I couldn't finish it, and I decided to do something else first. Thankfully the game is pretty fluid in terms of "I can do this now or later, it still works out." As long as you stay in the first Act, you can come back in an hour or in 30, and it'll still be okay. I've quit battles in the middle of them because I couldn't finish it and was getting pissed, and that's okay! Yes, you'll have to come back to it eventually, but taking a break is better than not picking up the game again, you know?

[joelmmd]

kingdom hearts post again. finished kh2!

couldn't bring myself to keep going for 100% and do all of data organization 13. it took me like a day just to beat 2 of the bosses and i wasn't feeling like grinding the rest out after that and Especially wasn't looking forward to doing the same with lw. i'll probably come back to wrap all that up later, though.

i had a lot of fun with the game! one of my complaints with kh1 was that the combat was ~1 layer of depth away from being engaging for the whole 30 or so hours you'd be playing for, and kh2 has remedied it pretty well. forms are cool and add extra strategy when it comes to which one to use and when, keyblades coming with their own abilities makes it worth switching them around for reasons that aren't just "this has the highest strength/magic", and i feel like some of the abilities here are a lot more impactful than the first game's. the new mp system is weird but ultimately good, rewards players for not getting hit for a while and doesn't enable "fuck you" attacks by letting you stock up like 20 cures to make them not matter. not a fan of using cure Once meaning you can't use magic at all until it recharges but it is how it is.

enemy/boss design (gameplay-wise) is still not great. i'm starting to think this is always the case, and that you just don't see the cracks until the game starts demanding really good play from you. it's harder to get mad about some bullshit way you got hit if it only did like 1/5 of your health, but when it starts putting you at 1 hp you have to actually confront the move and realize "wow that's not ok".

the worlds were really good this time around. definitely appreciated how the game stopped caring so much about justifying why you're helping out the disney guy or riding a skateboard or doing a musical, they just let you do it. i didn't hear a thing about "Sora you aren't allowed to meddle in these worlds!!! Let's just get the keyhole and leave" and it was great.

standout mentions are the pirate world for the realistic ass ghouls & CJS's party member icon looking edited in, halloween town for having christmas town in it, lion king world for being the most egregiously "oc" yet (my lion oc is just a kid but he's super strong... he has spiky brown hair and dark fur and attacks with a Weapon instead of claws and stuff), and timeless river for just being great, it's probably my favorite. they all felt a bit short, though. probably a good thing for some of them, but i would've loved to have more to do after finishing them than just fighting mushrooms.

the story sucks dick. feels as bad as the first game's with way more steps to get there. organization 13 are fine antagonists but they're fighting for the spotlight with fucking Pete. and maleficent. pete really doesn't feel like the right character for "harbinger of darkness with plot to take over world". they end up doing jack dick anyways so i have to ask if they're only here to make sure the tone stays light and to keep the focus at least a little on disney.

i also don't like the whole "nobodies don't have feelings and don't exist and dont have hearts so they're basically nonpeople and it's ok that they're never happy" thing, it feels really weird compared to the rest of the game being generally optimistic and hopeful. especially with the game saying "darkness isn't bad and we need both it and light", feels like a step forward and then a step back in philosophy. waste of potential too! it's a lot harder to get invested in any future nobodies (assuming there are any) if you plain up say they don't have emotion or feelings.

i don't know if i'd say the writing's so bad, there were a few charming moments here and there that stuck with me and it was a lot less "No! The darkness... The light of the heart, Kingdom Hearts, the heartless the darkness... Kairi... Your light..." than the first game. part of it's definitely helped by the better voice acting across the board. there were for sure less moments where it got noticeably bad, and they actually bothered to bring in the whole winnie the pooh cast this time. sora's the big winner here, though, his performance here really elevated the character for me. or maybe he's just more interesting with the extra few years under his belt.

lightning round-prologue is neat in how it kind of prepares you for the real game but it's like 3 hours long, sora's new outfit & the form variations are pretty cool, reaction commands aren't as intrusive as i expected, limits are fun but i usually just healed instead, cure becoming an aoe is a change i like a lot, switching the target you're locked onto is bound to right trigger + flick right stick and it fucking sucks, being able to move the camera around while locked on is pretty great, and donald & goofy were a bit more capable this time around. still died a lot but they very rarely got on my nerves.

long, but i think i've said what i wanted to say. fun times. moving on to Dream Drop Distance now, which i've already got my hopes a bit lowered for from trying it out before. can't imagine it's gonna suck or anything though, as long as i can swing my funny keyblade as riku the game can only be so bad.

[love-archer]

What his hands do. . .

♡ While riding him~ ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.NSFW!! Fem!reader, groping, marking kink

♡♡♡. This took too far long to finish for no good reason, sorry angel, hope you like it :) 💕

. . . A S M O D E U S !

♡ Testing out stainless lipstick experiment quickly turns into a lip lock hot heated session with Asmo

♡ His hands don't stay in one place and he pulls you close, minutes go by, some clothes are on the bed and floor

♡ His own hands would be on your hips, keeping you on top of him, he wants to admire the beautiful look he brings to your face~

♡ His nails slightly dig in, hips rut into yours

♡ His moans and little giggles bounce on the walls to your ear, saying how good you feel, how the heat in the pit of his stomach is getting warmer and warmer, how you look so pretty on him~!

♡ His hand moves down to your thigh, he wants to make you feel even more good~ One hand is giving more sensations to you and the other making sure you don't fall off him

♡ He loves it when you roll back your head, does it feel good, huh baby~?

♡ His moans would get louder as the knot in his stomach get tighter and tighter

♡ His face would nuzzle in your neck when he cums, arms around you and his chest heaving up and down

. . . S A T A N !

♡ He saw a certain book on your bed, um...it's interesting in some sort

♡ He came later again when you were in the room, he asked if you actually wanted to try something from the book

♡ THE Satan, asking YOU, a mere human, to take the lead in bed? You jumped on the opportunity!

♡ Satan thought you'd just push on the bed, take his shirt off but...not walk up to him with a very silky rope?

♡ His hands tied up above his head now, he doesn't quite like how he can't touch you

♡ He would feel a spark when your hand touches his stomach and hips, he knows you're trying not to fall but it makes his cock twitch and his heart beat faster

♡ His eye brows knit closer and his eyes narrow, he can't seem to look away, your hips dip down and you're devouring his cock in seconds, your hips go up ever so slowly

♡ He doesn't want to admit it but like this, you...you feel divine, dear

♡ His finger wrap around the silk that's holding his arms up, Mhhhm where did you learn to grind like that? Fr...from that book? Shit...he might get more of those book for you haha~

♡ His head slips back, "Mhm..m" He needs to be tied up more...

. . . B E E L Z E B U B !

♡ Being on his lap is nice, he's warm and horribly tries to feed you popcorn without looking at you, you two decided to have at home movie date by using Mammon's room as a theater

♡ Of course, Using the room costed Beel a few grimms but he didn't mind since this is a chance to have you all to himself

♡Half an hour or so goes by and..the movie started to play a very...loud sex scene, you thought it'd end quick yet three minutes of moaning and bouncing and tearing clothes off, it was still going on

♡ You shifted a bit, trying to get a better view around you, that damn remote is somewhere!

♡ You moved again but to the right, Ah! It's next to Beel's thigh, you looked up at him, smiling but...he wasn't?

♡ His eyes aren't focused but his hands seem like it, on your thighs...a bit too tight

♡ "We could try that...MC?" He nods to the movie that's still playing, his hands slip under your shirt, you also realize that something is hard under your thigh

♡ ah . . .

♡ He's turned on

♡ you are about to turn the tv off but he took the remote and put it down, "We need to copy them, MC"

♡ The beloved popcorn is on the floor, you're facing him now, his hands on your ass, you're moving like the demoness on the screen

♡ "Look, you're going too slow..." His lips rest on your neck, his hands grip harder, "Wait...mhh I'll help you."

. . . B E L P H I E !

♡ With beel being out for practice, knowing he'll be home after midnight, Belphie takes advantage of the empty bedroom

♡ He would text you to come, he has something to show you, you walk in and he's on the bed with...wait! I-is that your laptop? He looks up at you, "It's...let's see in a file called "TO DO"...heh.." you hear....moaning but it's feminine? Oh...oh no

♡ There's a print in his pants, he..he really likes the video, he pats his lap, "Come on, you're not shy." That smirk...he's a bit of an asshole

♡ He put the laptop aside, he spreads his legs apart, he pulls his pants down,"Here, I'll be nice and start it for you..." His hand goes up and...down and up and down..

♡ His eyes are half open but he's looking at you, "MC..MC...Come on..." His other hand reaches for your pants, he's trying to pull them down

♡ After he's down wetting your hole with his pre-cum, you push yourself down, your hands on his chest

♡ He's laying down, looking at you, one hand on your hip, the other between your legs "You..you don't have to hide things...things for me, MC, you can do this whenever.." His brows twitch "Mhhh, go down..come on.."

❦ © love-archer 2022, all rights reserved ❦

[4joonkookie]

24 Candles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 2.6K

Summary:

A smutty, 24-hour diary of Jungkook's 24th birthday.

Also, Jungkook has feelings.

You play with JK’s butt in this one. Find butt-free fics:

Here Here Here or Here

Tags/Warnings:

SMUT, BUTT STUFF, Happy Birthday to the LOML, 50 shades of JK, dom!JK, sub!JK, oral sex, quickie sex, desperate sex, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, spit kink, conversational sex, butt plugs, toys, JK is deep and complex, JK has feelings, y/n is very in touch with JK’s emotions, strength kink, body worship, JK loves ARMY, JK loves you, fluff, angst, painstakingly canon compliant, not beta-read, trying to tame my shame but, WOW, also I am deviant trash.

*****

03:57 AM

You awaken to moonlight blinking through the living room curtains. The sound of a bag dropping and feet shuffling wake you where you lay on the couch.

He comes around to you right away. He kneels down to the floor beside you and pushes his forehead against yours. He leans up to kiss you as you take in his familiar scent.

“I told you not to wait up,” he scolds, gently. Seeing where you’d set up camp to wait for him to come home in the living room.

“I didn’t wait. I fell asleep,” you reply, coaxing yourself into awakeness. You look at the clock, almost 4 am.

“Happy Birthday,” you whisper and kiss his forehead.

He doesn’t say anything. He just leans into your neck for a greedy inhale.

“You smell good,” he says, hovering above you and squeezing your waist at his words.

You giggle at the tickling sensation on your neck. “Aren’t you tired?”

Still kneeling by the couch, his hands glide up under your loose sweater. He grips hard, pulling at your nipples with both hands. He latches his mouth to one of them and pulls his lips away until it pops.

“I was,” he says, dark and low. On his knees and pressing you to the couch, he sinks teeth to your neck, promising a mark.

You’re taken a bit aback at his rough nature but remember it’s been a few weeks, he’s probably pent up. His pace reminds you that you are too.

Soon, your gestures escalate from clumsy and quick to activated muscle memory, moving in fast forward.

You urge him to remove his shirt and toss it across the room. You can hardly see his face but the moonlight reflects off of him. You feel him angle your hips at the edge of the couch, pull off your panties and watch his silhouette lean down between your legs. The sensation of his warm spit spills down your folds, caught only by his fingers sloppily pushing into your opening.

You shudder at the intrusion. He spits again, this time audibly and more, your body not quite caught up to where his mind is.

“Missed you, baby,” he mewls.

He sucks and licks and laps at you, reacquainting himself with your pussy after a long time away. He uses 2 fingers to rub a path over your clit before they sink inside you. He repeats this, over and over, satisfied little groans fall from his lips before he removes his fingers and leans up to kiss you, desperately. Tongues and teeth bang together while hurriedly you tug at his belt and free his cock.

You use the lowered fabric to pull him to the couch, mounting him. He slides you onto his length and you both groan.

You grimace being stretched open by him after so long. Strong arms smash your laps together, Jungkook pushing up and grinding into you.

“Did you miss me?” he pants, between thrusts.

You keep your rhythm, circling hips around his cock.

“I missed you, Jungkook,” you say, tugging back at his hair with both hands.

He chuckles, enjoying the sound of his own name. Your bodies continue to move tantrically, shaking and panting, skin slippery with sweat. Feeling your orgasm coming, you start bouncing on his lap, trying to take in more of him.

He leans back to watch you, hands on your hips. He watches as you envelop his cock with every thrust.

When he feels you pulse around him, he grunts and groans and spills inside. When you catch your breath, you stand on wobbly legs.

He’s exhausted. You can see the sleep taking over his body. You urge him to follow you to the bedroom to clean up and sleep.

1:48 PM

It’s nearly 2 and Jungkook is still fast asleep.

They always do this to him. They work him to the bone until he’s so spent, they can’t get another day out of him. By the time he gets home, he sleeps for days.

You mindlessly scroll on your phone, occupying yourself next to him. You’re just happy to be with him. His side of the bed is so often empty.

He finally stirs.

“Hey you,” you say, dropping your phone to the bed.

He lets out a groggy groan and looks at his watch. “Ugh. I’m sorry,” he says, regretful about how long he’s been asleep.

“Don’t be,” you say before kissing his lips and brushing hair behind his ear.

He’s tired but it’s more than that. He looks rough and truly worn out, his typical brightness is dulled.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask. Although, you already know.

He says nothing.

He was devastated when they cancelled the tour. He told you over the phone and you could tell he was upset when it happened but the toll it’s taken on him now, is apparent.

“I’m sorry,” you offer.

“It’s just…,” he starts and sits up, wringing his hands, emotions bubbling. “I’ve always been tired.”

You sit up and face him, setting your undivided attention. “Yeah?” you encourage.

“I’ve always slaved away on choreo. We’ve always been busy.” He looks off, wrapping his arms around his knees that are still tucked under the bed sheet. That compromise is… for them. But, now, I can’t even see them. I don’t know when I'll see them again. I miss them.”

It’s heartbreaking. All you can do is continue to listen, allow him an outlet for these feelings. He continues.

“It's like I don’t know what it's all for when it’s like this. I knew before, when we were performing, it was very clear.”

He shakes the emotions from his head. “Sorry, I'm in such a sour mood.”

“Shhh... “ you kiss his forehead. just wishing there was something you could do.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish I could help.”

“I know.” He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

You change the subject. “What do you want to do today?”

He positions himself so you’re face-to-face, sitting on the bed. He takes a deep breath. “First, I think I'll go to the gym. Clear my head. I'll make it quick”.

You shrug. “Take all the time you need.” You know it helps him.

The both of you stand up by the same side of the bed.

“And then...I’d really like to lounge around here with you if that’s ok?”

“I like that idea,” you reply.

“Maybe we can order in and…”

He kisses your neck.

“mmm...What do you have in mind?”

He presses his open mouth to yours, pressing his tongue inside.

“Some of that,” he teases.

You stand to your tiptoes and wrap arms around his neck, not wanting to let him leave again.

“And what else, birthday boy?”

This question, he opts to simply hold you tight. He hugs your body tight against his, inhaling at your neck again, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Maybe some toys?” He aims his gaze at the bedside table.

Your stomach flutters. “If you’re up for it,” you reply with a raised eyebrow.

He kisses you once more and heads out the door.

When you hear the door close, you collapse, flat on the bed and stare at the ceiling. You always look forward to when he gets home. But then you have to catch up with weeks of emotion, wishing you could’ve been there for the duration.

You can really feel the awfulness now. He was devastated when they postponed it 2 years ago. Now, after 2 years of holding on to hope just to have it cancelled and all other performances postponed indefinitely? He’s heartbroken.

When it was canceled you silently celebrated, knowing you’d have more of him to yourself. It’s not worth it if he feels this way.

On the other hand… concerts haven’t been happening for 2 years but the boys stay busy with packed schedules.

He always says it’s not the same without them. Jungkook has always been a bit more attached to fans than any other member, leaving his family at such a young age. Without ARMY, he seems very lost.

4:00 PM

Jungkook returns home in better spirits, wiping sweat with a towel from his forehead. He pecks your lips, walking through the kitchen.

“I'll take a shower and be right back,” he says, sweaty hair, clinging to his forehead.

“Can I join you?” you offer, as he walks by.

“I'll be quick.” he says, continuing to the bedroom.

You try not to think too much of it and shower in the other bathroom.

By the time you get out, his shower has stopped running.

You dress for your introverts-night- in in one of his t-shirts and perfume, nothing else.

The delivery food comes, you set it up at the kitchen counter and pour drinks.

4:30 pm

When he hasn’t come out in over 20 minutes, you lean your ear to the bathroom door and knock, concerned.

“Are you ok?” No noise is coming from the bathroom except his voice.

“Yes,” he replies, calmly.

“Do you need help?” you ask.

“No!” he exclaims, immediately. “I’ll be out soon.”

You return to where you sit at the kitchen counter wondering what he's doing? Is he hurting himself?

He follows behind a few moments later, casually kissing your lips before he sits at a nearby barstool.

“This is a ton of food,” he comments.

You say nothing and he gestures to clink your drink glasses before he starts eating.

You watch as he silently ravages. It always went this way too. He’s starved when he comes home. Most of the time when he’s working, he avoids eating altogether or can’t find the time.

He relaxes. You eat, drink and have conversation. He’s in better spirits, having taken some time for himself and away from work.

He seems comfortable, but squirms slightly in his seat.

He’s TOO comfortable.

You have a sneaking suspicion, now. One that’s not tied to his tough feelings about a cancelled tour.

“What’s up with you?” You query.

“What do you mean?” he asks genuinely. “Like, what we talked about this morning?”

“No.” You scan him. “You look like you’re up to something. Like you’re hiding something.”

Your tone is more serious but you try no to be accusatory.

“It’s nothing,” he insists.

You nod. “Ok,” settling. You continue eating though, conversation is lulled.

Out of curiosity, you open the app on your phone. It shows the plug is powered on and the vibrations are off.

You turn the vibe on, Jungkook nearly stumbling on his barstool. You approach him and he grabs the phone from you.

“I knew it!” You kiss him, standing between his seated legs, then, pulling back with sudden realization.

“That’s what you were doing in the bathroom?”

“Yeah. What did you think I was doing?”

You shake the thought from your head. “You got yourself ready without me?” you whine, disappointed.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“That’s so hot,” you begin to kiss his neck, no longer thinking about food.

“Well, can we finish dinner?” he says, with a mouthful of food.

You’re embarrassed by your own haste. “Of course.” You sit down calmly, patiently, and allow him to finish.

“What?” He questions as you eyeball him.

“Nothing. Just letting you finish,” you reply, sincerely.

He laughs and drops his utensils. “What, you can’t wait? You’re such a horndog!”

You scoff. “And who’s wearing a butt plug at the dinner table?” you tease, approaching to get your hands on him again.

“It hasn’t even been in for_”

“_So I’ll finish getting you readyyyyyy,” you interrupt, nearly pouting.

You slide your hands up his thighs, standing between them.

He hides a smile, you know he’s already caved in. Then, he lifts you up and you wrap legs around his waist.

He carries you to the bedroom, dropping you to the mattress. He undresses.

“Let me see?” you whisper, sitting up.

He slides face down on the mattress, burying his face. Your gaze follows his body. You straddle his legs from behind, caressing his back and groping at his muscled ass cheeks.

You pull his shy legs apart to expose the toy. You let your fingers drag over it, tugging lightly.

“You did this for me?” you ask. Ideas of what he was doing to himself in the bathroom flood your horny mind.

He nods, still mostly into the mattress.

“So pretty, baby.” You tug at the plug, sitting tight inside. You use the manual switch to set the vibe on. The low setting, like he likes.

You move the toy slowly at first until it glides in with ease.

“Is this what you did?

“Yes,” he moans.

“When you had yourself bent over the bathroom counter?” you assume.

“Mm-hmm,” he verbalizes and You push faster. He bucks back against the toy and your hand, his hole finally sliding open.

You settle him to his back, pillow propped underneath his hips and continue sliding the toy in and out of him.

He’s sufficiently opened, looking perfect.

He lays with legs spread, knees bent, eyes fluttering closed with every pump of the toy.

He fumbles your hands and pushes it all the way in to hold it in place and shudders, taking exactly what he needs.

You work the toy a little harder now., twisting and turning it along his walls, pressing against his prostate. Sweat drips over his body. Cum drips down his shaft and onto his abs. You lap at the cum on his body, cock and balls bouncing with each pump of the toy.

You make attempts to stroke him with your free hand and use your mouth on him but he shudders away each time, too close.

You’re not even thinking about coming, entranced in how beautiful he is.

He rolls you to your side, bracing a hand on your hip and slides inside from behind. He sets a pace and squeezes his own cheeks together on every thrust, clenching around his toy.

He buries his face in your neck and whines, his arms wrapped around your torso, tight.

He rolls you over and fumbles on top of you to pull another toy from the side drawer, powers it on, and holds the bullet to your clit while he pumps into you.

Precious ‘ah’s’ fill the air when he comes, pushing into you deep, feeling vibrations through his prostate and lower body. You buck against him when you come, too, shoving the toy away when it’s too much, but letting the waves flow through you.

Your bodies slow and Jungkook pulls the overstimulating toy out of himself. You drape your legs over each other, bodies tangled, and doze again.

03:52 am

He’s already gazing at you when you wake up.

You yawn and stretch, taking a hand and running fingers through his hair.

“Were you happy when you found out?” he asks, plainly, about the MOTS tour.

“What?” you stutter, suddenly awake. Guilt surges through your body. You hadn’t properly considered how it would make him feel the first time you heard the news. It’s different now.

He must understand that. It’s different now.

“I don’t want you to feel this way,” you start. “ I would do anything if you didn’t feel this way.”

He nods. “I know.” He grabs your hands in his. “Were you happy?”

You hang your head. “Yes. At first.”

“Good.” he caresses your cheek, lifting your chin. “I’m glad you were happy.”

The both of you doze again.

[cherryatiny]

𝙏𝙖𝙭𝙞 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 - 𝙅.𝙔𝙃

⩥𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧!𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙔𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤 (𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯) 𝙭 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

⩥𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙤𝙣-𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡 𝘼𝙐

⩥𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 3,0𝙠

⩥𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨'𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠-𝙪𝙥 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞-𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚

⩥𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 (𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡), 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖, 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙚

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Salty tears already at the brim of eyes, from the harsh words that came out of her bosses mouth. All this only because she submitted a work, one hour later than she was supposed to.

As she sat down at her desk, her head fallen in her palms, trying hard to stop herself from starting to cry. No crying in front of her boss. She can’t show him how his words affected her, how it breaks her when someone doesn’t validate her hard work and shouts at her.

Turning off her PC and arranging her work for the next day, the young girl was prepared to leave work and go home where her loving boyfriend Hyunsoo was waiting, the sound of her phone’s notification stopping her actions.

Picking up her smartphone and opening it with her fingermark, she saw a notification from Hyunsoo, quickly opening it to see what he wanted. If he hadn’t burnt the kitchen while trying to cook, it should be okay. At least that’s what she thought.

HyunHyun: Y/N, let’s break up

HyunHyun: I know it’s lame to announce through a message

HyunHyun: I didn’t want to see you cry, it’ll make me regret my actions

HyunHyun: But I just can’t keep on pretending my feelings for someone, when I lost them a long time ago

HyunHyun: I’ve already taken my belongings from your flat, so you don’t have to bother with it

HyunHyun: I found a girl I’m really happy to be with

HyunHyun: And I hope you’ll also find someone, who’ll be the right one and make you happy

HyunHyun: But it’s not me

HyunHyun: Live a good life, Y/N, you deserve only the best

She couldn’t believe what she just saw. Her now ex-boyfriend broke up with her. Over a text. The incident with her boss already forgotten as tears spilt down her cheeks. Eyes redder than blood, mascara running down her cheeks, and the top of her blouse already soaked from the tears.

This can’t be happening to her, not now, not today. She and Hyunsoo were meant to be, this must be some misunderstanding. She rushed home, only to find an empty flat, no more Hyunsoo’s dirty t-shirts, no sink full of unwashed bowls and plates, only his keys laying on the kitchen counter with a note.

„My keys.

When we run into each other one day, let’s not feel any hatred or malice. My feelings for you were sincere, unfortunately, they disappeared over the years, I still wish you the best.

- HyunHyun“

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„Like... can you believe what he did, what a jerk. Break up with me through a message? He couldn’t even grow a pair and say it to my face, coward.“

Y/N has been babbling to her friend about her ex for over 2 hours now, still not understanding the fact how could he break up with her over a text.

„Look Y/N, I’m not going to comfort you with those stupid lines like ‘it is not your fault’, ‘it is his loss’, ‘maybe he was not the one’, but maybe just think of this as an opportunity to meet someone better, someone, who will love you and won’t meet other women behind your back.“

„I know, I know Sora, but I just, wasn’t prepared for this, he could have at least say it to my face and not act like he loved me for over three years. Today is really the worst day ever, my boss scolded me for nothing today, then Hyunsoo broke up with me, and now I’m probably going to throw up, from how bad this alcohol taste.“

Y/N sighed and kept playing with the straw in her drink, thinking about how hopeless everything was. She was about to lose her job and now she had no one who will comfort her after a bad day at work.

„Sora let’s go to a club, what do you think? Dance the sorrow away and hook up with some guys. You know, my sex life with Hyunsoo was disastrous, most of the time he couldn’t even get it up, and when he did, he came after a few minutes and left me with no orgasm. Now I’m finally free to get some good dick, without cheating on anyone.“

„Y/N aren’t you a bit tipsy? Let’s do this another day since you’re too drunk and afflicted, I don’t want you to do something stupid, you’ll regret it the next morning. I’ll call you a taxi to take you home, honey.“

Sora picked her phone up and dialled a phone number of a taxi driver, ordering the taxi to come pick up Y/N at the bar.

„The taxi was near, so it'll be here in 5 minutes, get your coat and try to not forget anything.”

As the two girls paid for their drinks, they went outside the bar to wait for the taxi. Autumn breeze caressing their cheeks, with coldness, colourful leaves falling on the path.

Soon after a yellow car with a 'TAXI' written on the side, was nearing the two figures. Sora opened the door, to talk to the taxi driver.

„Hey, um please take my friend Y/N to ***, she's a little bit drunk and afflicted, so if she starts babbling nonsense, don't mind her.”

The taxi driver smiled and nodded in understatement to Sora's words, as she pulled Y/N closer to her, to help her get into the back of the car. Y/N resisted and rather sat at the front

„Bye Y/N, call me when you get home and make yourself some good green tea to flow away the toxins and alcohol. And eat something, you'll get sober faster.”

Y/N waved her hand at her and closed the door, finally sighing and relieving after the hard day.

The car ride was quiet, the driver probably didn't want to make it awkward and force her to talk, since she was probably nauseous, but it had the opposite effect because of the awkward silence. The fact that Y/N couldn't get her eyes off the driver, didn't make it any better.

Dark piercing eyes, focused on the road, as his big, veiny hands with long and slim fingers tapped on the steering wheel. Occasionally twirling it to the right or left. His black hair with middle-part showing off part of his forehead making him even more attractive, if that was possible. She just couldn't take her eyes off the handsome man.

„Uhm, do you want me to turn on the radio or do you wanna talk maybe...?”

„You can talk, I'll just listen.. tell me something about you Mr. taxi driver”

„Well, I don't really have anything to talk about, but if that's what you want, your wish is my command I guess. Uhm... my name is Yunho, and I've been a taxi driver for two years, apart from that, my life is just pretty boring, when I don't work I usually go to the dance studio or am out with my friends, that's all I really don't know what to talk about.”

„Okay if you don't want to talk, then listen pretty boy, this is the worst day of my life, I was the whipping-boy for my boss today and then my boyfriend broke up with me after cheating on me... why did this happen to me? I did nothing wrong in my life, all I did was work hard and this is how society repays me. Can you believe it?”

„Well, look, I’m a single taxi-driver. I have no boss or a partner who’d cheat on me, so I don’t think I can give you any valued advice, but maybe try to be more positive? Think of it as an opportunity, to meet someone better I guess.“

'The sane shit Sora told me' thought Y/N. She lied back on her seat as the car stopped because of a traffic jam. With the alcohol banging in her head, she leaned a bit closer, her hand landing on Yunho’s muscular thigh to stabilize herself. Yunho could feel her hot breath on his neck as she just noiselessly stared at him.

„Y/N ehm.. what are you doing.“

„Just observing you. You know Yunho, you’re much more attractive than my ex, I would swap you two right away.“

„I think you’re too drunk, Y/N. Just wait until we get to the address your friend gave me, I think the traffic jam will go away soon.“

As Yunho said that, Y/N just moved her hand more up his thigh, close to his crotch, her fingertips fiddling with the material of his jeans. His breathing quickening, his legs shaking as he saw the traffic moving, leg accelerating the speed by stepping in the accelerator.

„Y/N-ah... you’re drunk.“

Yunho pulled the car over to the side of the road, in the middle of nothing. No cars, no people. Perfect. His hands fell and gripped her wrists. He knew this wasn't right, she was his customer after all, but he couldn't resist.

„Don’t start what you can’t handle.“

He turned to look at Y/N’s flushed face, leaning closer to her, lips attacking her neck and leaving kitten licks and bites. His hand going up to her thigh, slipping under her skirt, rubbing her clit through the material of her panties.

„Spread your legs for me, baby.“

Yunho pulled his seat down into a horizontal position, tapping his thighs, motioning for Y/N to straddle his lap. Y/N undid her seat-belt and sat on Yunho’s crotch, his bulge getting more and more visible as arousal filled the car.

Yunho let his hand do the magic, as soft and drunk moans left Y/N’s lips. Yunho connecting their lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth to suppress her moans.

As he broke up the connection between their lips a string of saliva dripping down their lips on the seat.

Her hips brushing and grinding on him, the material of his jeans stimulating her clitoris delicately. Leaning in to unzip his leather jacket. Yunho stripped of his t-shirt as Y/N did the same with her dress, leaving her only in her panties and bra, which didn’t last long as Yunho sat and adjusted himself, his chest pressing against her as he unclipped her bra, letting it fall.

„Are you sure you want to-“

„Shut up and kiss me.“

„Oh baby, you’re not the one to give commands.”

His hands wrapped around her, pulling her down to lay on top of him, his lips kissing her hungrily, his hands coming up to grasp her breasts.

„Unzip my pants and fuck yourself on my big cock, as I suck on these pretty tits.“

Y/N clenched on nothing, his dirty words arousing her more than she expected, whimpering and adjusting herself on his much bigger figure. Her fingers unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers to his knees. Subconsciously gulping at the sight of his erected cock, certainly the biggest dick she’s ever seen or had in her. How the fuck was it going to fit?

„Impressed? Get to work then. I’m sure your pretty little pussy will take it.“

She grabbed his member and slid it along her lips, wetting his tip with her slick, as she positioned his tip to her entrance. Sinking slowly to let herself adjust to his size, moans and whimpers left her swollen lips.

„Fuck baby, you're taking me so well, so tight and warm.”

Y/N let her hips sink up and down on Yunho's bottom, his hands found their way to cup her breasts. Fondling and caressing them. His fingertips rubbing and pinching her hardened nipples. Hands roaming all over her body, enjoying the view of Y/N fucking herself on his big dick.

Seeing the pleasure in her eyes and feeling the knot creating in his lower stomach, signalizing his climax, his fingers went lower and lower, down to where their bodies were connected, parting her folds which glistened from all the arousal.

His thumb pressing against her clit, Y/N’s walls clenching around Yunho’s length from the unexpected pleasure, sharp inhales were heard as the feeling of his thumb pressing against her nub added to the pleasure of his girthy dick hitting her g-spot. His thumb began to draw circles around her clit, bringing Y/N closer to her orgasm.

Her smaller frame spasming on top of him, hands gripping on the seat under them, juices spilling on his dick as her velvet walls clenched around him.

„Cu-cum in me Yunho, I’m on the pill“ blabbering leaving her lips, as Yunho thrust his hips into hers from below as he released his semen into her hole.

Yunho flipped both of them, so that he was on top, as he looked at her fucked figure, Y/N still breathing heavily from the intense session with him. His lips attaching themself to her neck and collar bones, licking and biting marks on her.

Moans left her lips at Yunho’s dirty words, nodding her head as she looked at the handsome man on top of her, his broad shoulders and muscular chest, covering her frame, feeling so small underneath him. His hands grabbing her legs as he bends them in knees, to help him position himself better in between her legs.

„Fuck, Y/N, you felt so good, I loved the way your tits bounced as you fucked yourself on me, so pretty for me.

Maybe I should be the one to fuck you this time, fuck the cum deep into your cunt, would you like that beautiful?“

„Put your legs on my shoulders.“

Y/N straightened her legs and laid them on his shoulders, Yunho wrapping his hands around them and leaving small kisses on them, going from her ankles up to her thighs. Detaching himself from her legs, he positioned his tip by her pussy, smacking it on her clit, and slipping into her.

Y/N shuddered as his girth stretched her hole, still not used to the feeling, stretching her far beyond what she was used to. Containing her whimpers as Yunho started to slam his hips into her, holding her by her legs to keep her in the place.

She held onto his shoulders, to stabilise herself, so she’s not bouncing too much on the seat, crying out from the position of Yunho’s hips, The angle hitting her g-spot repeatedly. Beads of sweat creating on his exposed forehead, their heavy panting filling the small space of the taxi car.

His eyes diverting down from her beautiful face, the bulge in her stomach catching his attention. Fingers going down to caress and press on it. Loving the way her small body couldn’t even take his dick.

„Aww baby, look at the bulge in your tummy, do you see how your small body can’t take my big dick, so small and fragile, I just want to wreck you and see you break apart on my dick.“

Whimpers leaving her mouth from the sight of the bulge in her stomach, pout forming on her lips, Yunho loved the way her eyes shut tightly.

„Don’t grit your teeth and let those sinful sounds come out, tell me how good I make you feel.“

Only blabbers leaving her mouth as she tried to say something.

„Oh so cute, is my dick making you feel so good that you can’t even say something coherent? Are you going to cum soon, baby?“

„Y-yes ah Yunho.“ Tears spilling out of her shut eyes from the endless thrusts of his hips into her bottom half. Feeling Y/N cum all over him, it took only a few more thrust of his hips to release himself into her, loud grunts falling from his lips.

When they both came down from their climaxes, their breath steadying. Kissing her lips and sitting down to dress himself and then dress Y/N.

„Yunho? Uhm, do you want to come over? You know... to clean yourself and maybe eat something, I’m a pretty good cook.“

„I’d love that, Y/N.“

„Uhm, I-I’ll get you a towel and something to get dressed in, so you can shower while I cook...“

As Yunho dressed her, Y/N sat down on the passenger seat, he pulled his seat up and drove to the final destination which was Y/N’s place.

As Y/N unlocked the door to her quiet and empty apartment, they both stepped in.

„No, either you go shower and I cook, or you shower with me and then we’ll cook together.“

„Shower together it is then.“

Y/N intervened her fingers with Yunho’s as she took him into the shower. Both of them rubbing off the dirt of each other as they laughed and smiled together. The smell of bubblegum and flower shampoo filling the air.

„Y/N stay still as I dry you.“

They both bundled each other into bathrobes soft and fluffy smiles on their faces. Putting on some underwear underneath those bathrobes, the two of them went to the kitchen to cook something to eat. Deciding to make some broccoli pasta with cheese, since broccoli was the only thing in her empty refrigerator.

„Eat Y/N, it’ll help you get sober faster, don’t make me feed you...“

Even though it might not be understandable for some people, the two of them felt like they’ve known each other forever and a day.

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Y/N rubbed her eyes, quiet snores were coming out of the manly figure laying next to her, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to his bare and warm chest, his face snuggled into the crook of her neck. Maybe Hyunsoo’s idea to break-up with you wasn’t that bad after all...

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Hey!!! Hope ur well. Sorry in advance if this is a lil irrelevant to ur blog but i was wondering if u have any study tips that work for u? I have serious procrastination problems and need to get my shit together this semester..thanks is advance if u choose to answer this ask 🥲

Oh, honey 🥲

tbh nothing worked better for me more than sheer panic. but that's literally the worst way to approach things! so here's what else worked for me.

turn off the damn devices.

seriously. turn off your phone and your wifi (if you are working on your computer and cannot part from it) for like an hour or so. and hide them. put them somewhere not easily accessible. then hit your books/notes. and study. out of sight, out of mind does work. and for however long is your study time..try to resist checking out the social media. the world doesn't end if you don't check updates for a few hours, trust me! but like don't completely go all strict on yourself. if you are at the beginning of the semester and not necessarily in exam season..allot a little bit of your time everyday away from devices and just with your books. start with half an hour and work your way up. by the time exam season come, you'd have trained yourself to sit still with studying without having the itch to get up.

there's a great episode in Kota Factory (S01E02) which i WISHED i had seen back when I was in my undergraduate where Jeetu tells a troubled Vaibhav that the only solution his problem is to stubbornly face them. it's a game of 21 days only. for 21 days just SIT everyday at a time with your books and notes without limiting yourself that you'll study only one topic. shuffle around..read new topics, study old ones..just don't get up from the chair. in 21 days a habit would be developed and it will help a LOT during exams season.

and for me the reward system stopped working when I was in school xD if it works for you..like the promise of a reward works as a motivation for you then that's great. but the best motivation for me is always, "man i'll be so fucking tired from all this grinding that i'll just hit the bed and sleep." that feeling of your aching back hitting the bed for me is just...bliss.

if you are having exam season and feel overwhelmed about the course...break it down. my biggest issue is starting. i never knew where to start. so I would take it real small. read the syllabus. take a topic and tackle it. keep it aside, take another. and so on and so forth. or if your university is anything like mine where your social skills played as much part in getting grades as did studying..get in touch with a friend who you know knows about the system of how exams are conducted and discuss any strategies or approaches. like me..i figured out which professor of mine wanted us to just write whatever they taught us in class so I only studied class notes and I knew which professor encouraged our own thinking so I put in more effort in those subjects. work smart!

when in doubt about any particular topic..reach out to your friends or classmates. don't hesitate in asking for help. i know there are loads of resources out there for us to use but it's always better to get help from someone who is sharing the class with you. chances are even if they don't know about something..they'll know someone who does. we are all connected in the sheer agony of surviving our student life :D

most importantly..know your peace hours. anyone who says there's only one most productive time to study is all bullcrap. every body functions differently. my most productive hours started from midnight because i got the most peace then. there's no disturbance..no distraction. you can have these hours in the early morning. or during the evening. or right after dinner. no one else but your body will tell you when it's at its most optimized state.

and I repeat - work smart! take one day of pain to really go through what your coursework is. then evaluate where you stand within your each subject. break each subject down to expectations. for example..I was always good at languages so I kept it very down on my priority list. history whopped my ass so I knew I had to give that more time. make a checklist of required notes. gather what you don't have. if they are in soft format..get them printed if holding a paper in your hands help you study better. otherwise don't. once you have neatly broken down each subject smaller packets..then it's all about taking one packet at a time and dealing with them. don't rush in blindly. really take your time and make a plan that works best for you!

hope it helps! all the best!! <3

[fumbling-fanfics]

So I know I have a bunch if request that I should be posting this one, but I really got into this one.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black Reader, Bucky Barnes x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut!

Thanks to @my-rose-gold for proof reading.

Big thanks for you guys for reading.

Hope you like this, please reblog, like, comment etc. Also please message to be added or removed from tags, my tag list is so 2017.

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Everyone needs a vacation. The Avengers were no different. 

You yourself had not been part of the Avengers for long, but you were tired. Fighting aliens, robots and terrorists alike eventually took its toll. So when you were given the option to take a break and disappear for a second you were out the door behind Nat and Bucky.

You hadn't planned on taking a break with anyone else, but you found yourself just outside the South of France in a spacious villa in tiny quite village with Bucky and Steve.

***

You'd all just finished lunch, Steve was still inside the villa clearing away the plates and tidying the kitchen. Bucky was reclined back on his pool side lounger, in his swimming trunks and sunglasses.

You were sat next to him, in an oversized tee shirt, bikini underneath. Your legs were tucked under you as you read through the dramatic erotic fiction you'd found in the villa. Besides the local paper that Steve read at least six times before you or Bucky could even think to look.

Steve stepped outside, paper under his arm, to join you and Bucky by the pool. He wore swimming trunks too, but unlike Bucky, Steve also wore an open short sleeve linen shirt. His slight tan lines were cute. Bucky on the other hand was tanning all over nicely.

Steve rustled the newspaper for the millionth time as he sat at the cast iron table and chairs. Bucky shifted slightly, towards him.

"You know Steve, the whole point of the vacation is to have an actual vacation" Bucky's hand found your thigh and gave it a slight squeeze. Steve said nothing, just turned a page with a louder rustle.

As you turned your own page, you felt two large drops of sweat run down your back and cleavage. It was late June, and hot. Without waiting for another drop of sweat to make its move you dropped your book on the lounger you claimed as yours. You stepped towards the pool, stopped at the edge as you pulled the fabric of the tee shirt over your head and tossed it back behind you.

"Bucky's right Steve, relax" and with that you disappeared into the water, getting two slow laps in before you came up for air.

A few hours later Steve's shadow appeared over you at the side of the pool. When you looked up he was crouched down, holding a drink out to you, he seemed to have a similar drink in his other hand.

"Thank you" you smiled. You took a sip of the cold drink. "What time is it?" Steve rotated his free hand to check his watch. Steve was of course wearing a watch while on vacation.

"Just gone half one" he explained. You nodded, downing the rest of drink and handed him back the glass. "I better start dinner" with that you disappeared under the water and came back up, pulling yourself up out of the pool on the edge next to Steve. You walked back to your lounger where Bucky still was as, Steve followed your wet footsteps.

You grabbed up your towel, drying off the excess water. You slipped on your flip flops. "Where are you going?" Bucky asked, shifting his sunglasses a little.

"To start dinner. Do either of you have any requests or you open to my creative interpretation?" Bucky shrugged. "We trust you" Steve smiled. You leant down, taking Steve's chin in your fingers and gave him a light kiss. You sauntered off into the house.

***

You rummaged through the kitchen trying to work out what to make. You pulled some things out of the cupboards and fridge, leaving them on the counter top.

As you crossed the living room to go clean up and get ready, the cold vibranium metal of Bucky's hand and fingers found your upper arm, pulling you back against him.

"Don't I get a kiss" his lips brushed against the skin on your neck.

"After I shower" you teased, grinding back against him. 

Bucky's other hand snaked around your front, sliding up between your boobs, finding your throat.

Bucky walked you to the sofa, undoing your wet bikini top and bottoms, throwing them on the floor. He pushed you down onto the sofa, stepping between your legs. He pulled down his swimming trunks, stepping out of them and slightly kicking them to one side. He leant over you, leaning on his hands either side of your waist as he kissed and lowered to his knees.

The sofa was low enough that it meant on his knees Bucky was now level with you. He tugged you forward by your hips, laying you on your back more. He held himself in one hand as he brushed the tip of cock against your entrance, not breaking eye contact with you. He smirked as you twitched in anticipation. Your fingers dug into the pillows of the sofa as he slowly entered you.

Bucky only stopped when he had slid all the way into you, pulling you down against him. He held you here for a moment, letting you both enjoy the feeling of each other. 

Bucky withdrew himself slightly, enjoying the moan the action caused and how you arched your back a little.

Steve wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he brought the empty glasses to the kitchen, but he wasn't expecting to see Bucky fucking you on the sofa. He left the three glasses in the sink, walking into the living space to match the noises to the visual.

Steve moved to stand behind the sofa, looking down at you. His hands found your wrists above your head, and held your arms in place, while Bucky started his finish. His vibranium hand found your throat again, his other hand gripping your waist as he pulled you down on his length and his hip movements became harder. Your fingers dug into your palm and your toes curled at Bucky's waist.

Bucky kissed you again, slowly slipping you his tongue. After a moment he broke away, and pulled out of you. He moved sitting neck to you, slumping back into the sofa with a deep satisfied exhale.

Steve rounded the sofa, stripping off his shirt, kicking off his shoes. He pulled you up off of the sofa, keeping hold of you on your wobbly legs. He stepped back into the open space on the rug.

"Get down, on your front" Steve kept hold of your arm as you dropped to your knees in front of him and he help guide you down onto your front. The floor creaked a little as he stepped over you and all you could sense was the sound of Steve taking off his swimming trunks.

Steve growled as he stepped over you, and came down to his knees, either side of your body. His hands brushed over your back from your shoulders to your waist and back up again.

You loved the feeling of Steve's weight pressing you into the rug on the floor. His hand pressed into your upper mid back, making it hard for you to inhale. He nudged your legs open with his knees. You looked up at Bucky who was still on the sofa, legs apart, looking down at you and Steve as he pumped himself slowly at what was unfolding in front of him.

Steve's warm chest pressed against your back as he lay down on top or you. You could feel his hand cock down between your legs. You were wet with anticipation.

Steve's whole body pressed against you more as he entered you with a groan, his hands gripped your shoulders under him, his fingers digging into your skin.

Steve kept you pinned to the floor as he whispered dirty things into your ear between grunts as he bucked his hips, getting deeper every so often. 

Steve's forearm, slipped under your neck and he clamped down on top of as he came. He lay there for a moment, chest heaving in time with yours.

"Doll, come here" Steve helped you up and back over to Bucky. 

Bucky was slouched, practically his back on the sofa. His cock stood erected, his legs slightly parts. He lifted you up, letting you straddle his waist. He held your waist tightly as you wrapped your hand around his cock and guided yourself down onto it.

Bucky's hand ran up the back of your thighs, gripping the curve of your ass, as he worked with your hip movements and the thrusts of his hips. As your orgasm quickly coiled inside you, you hunched over Bucky, his mouth found one of your nipples. The feeling of his tongue rubbing over your nipple sent you over the edge. Bucky tightened his arms around you and came with a low growling moan.

"Guess we should get ready for dinner" Steve chuckled as he disappeared to his room with his discarded clothes in his arms.

***

Music hummed through the villa and you emerged from the bathroom in a steam cloud of Amber and Lavender. You disappeared into your room, leaving Steve and Bucky to fight over who would use the bathroom next.

Washed and dressed you finally started dinner swaying and humming along to the music that played, warm breeze pushing the smell of the food you were making through the villa and out.

"You need any help" Steve asked, appearing in the kitchen leaning up against the doorframe, looking very handsome. "Could you set the table please?" Steve nodded pushing off from the door frame.

Bucky appeared next to you, two bottles of wine in his hand from the cellar. Under the low hum of the music you could hear the sound of cutlery being placed on the table by Steve, Bucky could probably hear it too.

Bucky gently pressed against you as you thought over the wine options. "I'll have the white, you and Steve can have the red. You're both having meat" you explained. Bucky nodded and disappeared to add the wine to the table set up.

The music continued to hum lowly as you three ate. You sat back sipping your wine, admiring the differences between Steve and Bucky.

Steve had his short sleeve shirt done up, tucked into his slacks with a belt and his inside shoes on. His brown blonde hair styled perfectly with gel. He sat up straight at the table, slightly laughing at something Bucky had said. Probably an old memory they had shared. Bucky on the other hand sat slightly hunched, one elbow on the old wooden table surface, only his fork in his wrong hand. His hair was drying, but was swept up into a messy bun with one of your hair ties. The top three buttons of his short sleeve top were undone, it wasn't tucked into his slacks. He was bare foot. You rolled your ankle, you wished you were bare foot and not in heels. They weren't high, but still.

Bucky cleared the table and went to get the dessert. You rested your elbow on the table, and your chin on your upturned palm. Steve moved his chair closer to the edge of the table, where you sat. His leg met yours under the table. His hand brushed the side of your face, down your neck, over your shoulder and down your other arm. "Did I mention that you look beautiful"

You smirked, slightly blushing. "No, but thank you" you moved the wine glass out of the way to pull Steve into a kiss. You both separated at the sound of Bucky placing the bowl of dessert down on the table, noticing he already had a spoon in his mouth as he set down three stacked bowls.

Bucky served out the dessert, his own spoon still in his mouth. 

"Doll, what's in this?" Bucky asked, his spoon piled high as he stared into his bowl. You explained the ingredients, while Bucky nodded in amazement.

Bucky started to clear the table while you and Steve finished dessert.

Steve wiped his fingers around the inside his bowl getting every last drop. 

You slipped onto Steve's lap, licking some of the remains of the Berry stained cream of the dessert off his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers from your mouth, then drew your face closer to his.

Steve's cock strained against his pants as you both kissed. Your mouth relaxed, opening slightly, welcoming to deepen the kiss. He grunted as your hand smoothed down his chest and to his crotch.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist from behind lifting you up away from Steve. Your back pressed against Bucky's chest, his vibranium arm held you fast around your waist as he leant back against the wooden dining room table. He softly kicked your legs apart, and his flesh hand started bunching up your dress at your hips. Steve stood in front of you. You reached towards him, your fingers finding his belt and started to undo it. You slipped your hand into his slacks, gripping his erection as his hands rubbed the tops of the sides of your thighs. His fingers hooked into the band of your underwear, working them down your legs. Steve removed your knickers, keeping your heels on.

Steve dropped his slacks and boxers, and moved closer to you, still being held in place by Bucky. When Steve lifted one of your legs up, you placed your hands on his shoulders and Bucky tucked the bunched up fabric of your dress between him and you, grabbing hold of your leg, his hot fingers gripped under the back of your knee.

Steve dipped two fingers into you briefly, then coated his cock with your arousal. As you pulled Steve closer for a kiss he lined his cock up with your entrance. He pushed into you with a grunt, filling you with one smooth roll of his hips.

Pulling out, he listened to your gasp and Bucky felt your shudder, and your hips instinctively rolled. Thrusting forcefully into you, your body rocked with and against Bucky's with every snap of Steve's hips. Your body vibrated with need, and it intensified more as Bucky's mouth found one side of your neck and Steve found the other.

You stiffened as your orgasm rolled through you, sound and breath caught in your throat, toes curled, fisting the shoulders of Steve's shirt. As your pussy clenched around his cock, Steve added to your climax as he buried himself deep inside you relentlessly. Bucky followed with his own orgasm moments later, his fingers digging into your thigh and behind your knee.

***

The next day while Bucky was doing laps in the pool, and you laid out on your front asleep on the lounger by the pool Steve eyed the new hand shaped bruise on the back of your knee.

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[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 235

Gwen

"The boys are sleep for tonight?" Lonnie asks. "Pea?"

"I'm just so angry right now." I blurt out.

Lonnie blows. "What happened? I don't know why you won't let me come. They all hate you but you want to be there alone."

I'm not going to tell him that I wanted to confront Cammie about whether or not he ever tried to touch her. That was obviously my mind trying to make sense of everything. The only thing I could think that would be my fault. But apparently not.

"She is mad at me because I wasn't there for her, Lonnie." I yell.

"Who, Cammie? When were you not there? All that money we paid for her education?"

I suck my teeth. "If you gonna be a dick and talk about money, let me know now."

He sighs. "I'm not. You have always been there for her. Too much, if you ask me."

"Exactly but she isn't asking us Lonnie."

"So I don't know."

I growl. "I don't know either. Lonnie, I'm just so upset with her."

"Want me to come get you?"

"No." I spat.

He sighs again. "Are you going to tell me what happened? So I can be upset too."

"We need a lawyer."

"A lawyer? What will a lawyer do? Family court lawyer? Criminal?"

I exhale. "She... Lonnie!"

"Pea? I don't know what to say to you. You hate when I don't say nothing." It sounds like he stands up. "Okay, I turned the TV off. I'm in the office with my address book. I'm listening."

"She withdrew from me and I didn't even push her to open up. Kendra told me that she was going through something hard but she would have to open up on her own. I've been stressing about this for 6 years or more. I'm so stupid."

Lonnie stays quiet for a few seconds. "Pea, open up about what?"

"Why do you think she stop wanting to go to college?"

"Because she broke up with that sorry butt football player." He says unsure.

I sigh. "Yeah but she was so in love with him. What did he suddenly do so bad? I was just happy that she broke up with him. I didn't care why. She mixed all this up and I'm just so angry at myself. I lost my little girl because I was so into myself and what I wanted for her. We should have just let her go to that dance school."

"In California!" Lonnie spats. "No. Who knows what could have happened to her?"

"But something did happen to her, Lonnie!"

"Huh?"

I jump on a tall half fallen sand castle and slide down on my ass. "Something did happen to her and she didn't even feel comfortable enough to tell me."

I just cry ignoring him and what he was saying. I just feel like shit and I don't know what to do. I don't know how to even forgive myself enough to face my daughter. I don't even know if she wants me to be there for her. I don't know my daughter anymore. It hurts so deep.

"What the hell?" Someone says.

I try to get myself together enough to get up. I'm helped up to my feet. I wipe my eyes then look up at Chris. Seems like he towers over my short self.

"Mama Cammie." He says dusting my dress off. "I'm sure sand and elegance don't go together."

"Gwen?"

I sigh. "I'm here. Thank you, Christopher."

He shrugs. "Do I just ignore you in the sand castle or ask questions?"

"I'm fine, Christopher."

"Okay, so Imma walk away. I'm walking this way so Imma come back by. Stay off the roof of the sand castle."

I narrow my eyes at him. "I said I'm fine."

"Okay." He says walking away like he didn't know me.

"Who was that?"

I blow. "Christopher. I don't know what I watch on TV but these people are nothing like TV. I don't know what I'm pouting about."

"I'm just going to come." He barks. "What happened to Jayla, Gwen?"

"She was drugged, Lonnie. She was drugged and raped. That's why she broken up with him. That's why she... oh my goodness. She was probably having panic attacks and we just forced her out the car to deal with it alone."

"Gwen, you said what!" Lonnie yells. "I'll call you back when I'm headed to the airport."

"Lonnie, I can deal with this myself." I spat.

He sucks his teeth. "I just supposed to do what? Sit here? And do nothing? Who is this guy? The football boyfriend's name was what?"

I sigh. "Lonnie, I'm capable of taking care of myself."

"An hour is enough time to pack. Where is my luggage?"

"Lonnie?"

"I'm flying to California. Family emergency." Lonnie says.

"Lonnie?"

He was not playing attention to me at all.

Alex

"Daddy?" Lexi says.

"Yeah baby." He asks turning around at the door.

She peeks in the room. "Who room is this? Oh Alex. Hi."

"Hi, Beautiful."

"Daddy did you know that Chris Brown was at this house?"

"Yes." He nods.

She puts her hands on her hips. "Daddy, did you know Sevyn Streeter was at this house?"

"Yes."

"Well how you get to this house? You know Chris Brown from TV? How?"

He guides her out of the room. "I know Chris Brown because he knows Trey Songz and Trey Songz is married to Alex's cousin Cammie."

"I know Chris Brown?" She spins back into the room.

"Go play the princess game. I told you I will be back to talk to you after I talk to Alex."

She giggles then I could hear her walking away loudly. "I'm going to ask Chris Brown to play princesses cause I know him."

I laugh. "Did you hear her?"

"No. What did she say?"

"She's going to ask Chris Brown to play with her."

He sighs. "I'm sure he will just ignore her."

I shrug. "Shit face might not ignore her."

"Aye, what's up with you? Why you fucking with Chris knowing he ain't shit with his temper? He doing all this shit and we on his dollar."

"You right."

He frowns. "Huh?"

I stand up. "I'm leaving."

"You are extreme. You not going to open up are you?" He says pushing me back down.

"Open up, Jamaal? You all in my business already. What don't you know about me?"

"How you feel." He nods.

I shrug. "I feel nothing."

He sits down near me. "Talking about feelings don't make you weak."

"I never said it did."

"I can tell something wrong with you. Something been off for a minute now." He says then touch my side. "You need some love? Some loving I should say. Cause you hateful as shit and don't need love. Some dick?"

I chuckle a bit. "Not from you."

"You take care of your mother and your father but who takes care of you? I'm curious. Who raised you?"

"Jamaal really? Get out my face."

He doesn't. He touches my thigh then roughly slides his hand down to my calf. He lifts my leg forcing me to lay back. He massages my calf then brings his hand back up my leg. Okay maybe like... I suck my teeth. This one time I could use some of whatever he got. He takes his hand to my pussy. I don't say anything or even move. He brings himself between my legs.

"No imported furniture or expensive duvets?"

"Don't talk to me."

He chuckles. "Okay, Boss Lady."

When he pulls my shorts down my anxiety kicks in. He didn't have a condom but what does it fucking matter when I'm already pregnant. Fuck I'm pregnant. This shit doesn't even happen in real life. I don't even want to calculate shit. I don't want to know when cause I could easily calculate wrong and be that woman. The one who tells one person they are the father but really doesn't know. For the convenience she never finds out. Jamaal kiss near my ear.

"Relax." He says gently kissing me.

It's not even that simple. He lifts my shirt up to my chest. I sit up a bit for him to take it off. I had on a bikini top that clipped in the front. He takes it off with no hassle like he had already been studying it. Maybe my reality is that I'm just going to have to do this alone. Make like it's not real until I'm unable to hide it.

"I'm getting all types of different vibes from you. Don't know if you wanna be loved on or fucked like a naughty hooker."

I chuckle. He raises his eyebrows then he grabs my hips. He enters me roughly. It sends all sorts of good waves up my spine. I touch his lower stomach so he wouldn't do it again. A motherfucker ain't ready for that while people around. My people here. I can't do that.

"This house too crowded for that."

"Yeah." He chuckles then leans toward.

He couldn't fucking help it. Shit. Maybe it's me that can't handle his dick. Fuck. I mean it brought back memories of the last time we fucked. How good his stroke is. Like... Jamaal is fucking annoying. All my anxiety was gone as he grabs my thigh forcing it high and his dick deeper. I bite my bottom lip trying not to curse loudly but damn it was coming from deep within. I shake my head. Jamaal grabs my face holding it still. He kisses my lips. I keep my lip tucked in as he drives deeper against everything in my fucking chest. He bites my top lip. I go to react but he uses that split second to kiss me. Niggas be trying their best to break you down and some can do it better than others. Jamaal was the wrong person to fuck with. He in my head.

"Fuck!" I say turning my head from his kiss as the orgasm intensifies.

"So you remember to hate me." He says kissing my face not caring where.

I really didn't care to ask what in the hell he talking about. He so fucking cocky. Annoying ass. I cum once again as he press his pelvis against me. Felt like our fucking bones were grinding together. Hope he doesn't think that shit will make me hate anything. He pulls his dick out of me really quick. It was so fast I had to look around to see who walked in. The fuck he doing? The door was shut. I cut my eyes at him. This nigga puts his fucking nut on me. Not just that simple. This motherfucker had nut all on my chest like I had butchered some fucking body. I sigh as my pussy throbbing and leg cramp brings me back to my orgasm.

"I've had worst shit done to me." I say nonchalantly.

"What the fuck?" He snaps.

I'm still the queen of comebacks bitch. I smirk at him. Gotta come stronger than that. Cum on my chest pisses me off yes but I'm not letting arrogance fuck up my nut. I always do shit to him that he ain't ready for. He was just staring at me. Who even fucking cums that much? I look down at my chest. It was all over my stomach.

"Maybe try my face next time."

"Put it in your fucking throat."

Jamaal you really wanna go there? I give him a look. He stares back at me with his arrogant ass. Soft ass. I'm that bitch. Somewhere deep inside I feel like I needed this. Battle of the sexes. I sit up a bit and grab my tittie then lick his cum off. I smirk then reach for him.

"Want me to fuck you now?" I ask.

He didn't know what to do. I laugh then kick him away from me. Fucking bitch. He grabs me as I'm trying to get up. I fight with him. He grabs the back of my neck with his thumb resting on my ear. The shit was paralyzing. He turns my head to him and kisses me. I shake my head. Well in my mind I was shaking my head at myself.

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Wolf Man

A/n: here is the first of my Classic Movie monsters. Staring most of Tom Hiddleston and his characters. First one The wolf Man.

Warning: blood, fluff, violence, sexual tension, puking, stocking..

Detective Magnus Martinsson x corner! Reader

"Morning Magnus," You purred as you approached the poor man. His head full of gold curls rested against his desk. "Ruff night?" He groaned in response, As you stop by the side of his desk. Two cups of piping hot coffee in your hands. You had saw him earlier before you decided to get coffee. He was you neighbor, beside coworker. He looked like hell when he left this morning, you had just finished breakfast when you spotted him leave.

"Something like that. I haven't been sleeping well. Let alone going for drinks with some friends." He mumbled sounding miserable. Peeking up at you. With a bit of a shy smile. "Is that other cup for me by chance?" His head now propped up on his hands. Giving you a puppy dog eyes.

"Well I don't know, maybe this was a two cup problem for me." You teased, slowly reaching you hand out, offering him the white and blue paper cup from the local café on your way into work. "Seeing as you probably need this more then me. I suppose you should have it.

"Thank you. Your too sweet Miss y/l/n." Magnus grind, taking the cup carefully from your hands. His large hand brushed against yours. Making you shiver, It seem every time you had some physical contact with the young detective it would practically bring you to your knees. You heart raced each time. Your stomach would swell with butterflies. And let's not mention what he dose to you between the thighs. To say you had a bit of a crush on the handsome detective was in understatement. But you never seem to catch his eyes. Or so you thought. You were only the new girl that happens to work with the dead. As a forensic coroner most men found it rather disturbing.

So it was a slew of one night stand and short term lover that never really last. But sense you've moved to this small town in Sweden. Which you never thought would come to pass, as you were shipped out here for other reason. The few lovers you had contact with, here or in the town over, always seemed to winded up dead like a wild animal got to then. Well it was a small list. Just two so far not enough to be a coincidence, or so you though. Strange things have been happening ever since you moved. The feeling of Be stocked, someone watching you every movement. But your logical brain shrugged it off as nothing and that this wasn't New York. The town was too quiet compared. You could hear crickets not cars.

"Martinsson, Y/l/n!" Kurt called from his office. Magnus groaned once more. Making you giggle as you walk towards the office. Magnus slowly followed. Keeping his distance. He may have like the way your hips swayed when you walked. He never was one for heels but the way you walked in them with confidence. And did your legs and backside wonders. Every time you were near did something to him. Made the animal side of him go wild. You heart pounding called to him. He could smell you before you could even get close to the building like a damn blood hound. It drove him wild.

"We have another animal attack just out of the town. I need you two out there. Y/n we'll need an autopsy as soon as that body hits your table." Kurt sighed, this was the third animal attack. "I'll need to know what we are looking for."

"I'm telling you sir, it's got to be a bear. The claws are to big to be a wolf or cougar. But I still find it odd for any of these animals to be anywhere near this area." You interrupted knowing he most likely had more to say.

———-

Most of the Animal attacks were not as horrendous as this one. The man was disemboweled body parts scattered everywhere. Heart missing like the others. You walked the crime scene. Knowing what you were doing. While poor Magnus had to step away for a moment. It happens to the best. Didn't make him less of a man. Just this was a small town and things like this never happened. Unlike New York where it was everyday and you would be shocked if you didn't have a body delivery. Collecting evidence as you worked around the body. Off to the side you notice something that looked like bio. Collecting a sample, wanting to analyze to see if it was the victims.

"You all right there Magnus?" You asked, concern laced your sweet voice. He smiled with a nodded as he walked over towards you.

"What did you find?" He cleared his throat. Watching you stand back up. It amazed him how you could work in those damn heels. Let alone in a skirt on some days. Though today you were wearing a lovely shade of blue slacks and a black blouse. Your hair was tied back unlike earlier when you wore it loose.

———

It was almost midnight you were down in the morgue working overtime trying to get what you needed. Music played loudly over head. You had recognized the man. Well mostly that tattoo on his left severed arm. He was your recent fling. It had only been a month of fooling around with him. Keeping your bed warm. Signing along with the music as you dove into him. You didn't hear the door to the morgue open. You jumped with a loud squeak, when a hand rested on your shoulder. Turning on your heels scalpel in hand. You relaxed when you saw Magnus boys face.

"Christ, Magnus you scared me." You squeak out, hand over your heaving chest.

"Sorry, y/n." He smile that boyish smile that made you heart flip. "I was about to leave and wanted to see if you wanted a ride home. It's late and I would feel better with you not having to walk this late at night."

"Thanks Magnus, but I'll be fine beside I have a few more hours here. And you really need sleep." You reassured him.

"Are you sure?" You nodded with a smile.

"I'm a New Yorker I've delt with worse." You teased, but that was very well true and another reason why your here in Ystad. He was hesitant but soon he left. Leaving you to finish up.

It was half past 2am when you locked up. Pulling your coat tightly around you. You made you way home. The moon was full, the light from it made it easier to see in some of the areas. You felt and eire presence in the shadows. Maybe you should have taken Magnus on his offer. The sound of leave crunching eco through the night. Coming to a stop when you hear the unmistakable sound of a growl coming from behind you. Slowly you turned around, suppressing a scream as you stared up at a huge wolf like man. The beast towered over you, standing on his hind legs. Drool fell from his snarling mouth. His pelt was black and mangled. He reeked of blood and death. It was an unmistakable smell, you would know. But as the best breath fanned over you face with a growl. The sent of rotting meat, you wanting to vomit for the first in along time.

          What was in front of you was inhumanly, impossible. And yet here you stood face to face with the wolf man. All logic want out the window. The best snapped its jaws at you. Fear made your blood run cold. As you finally willed yourself to run. Running hard as you could, kicking your heeled shoes off your feet. Yelling for help as you did. Unfortunately the path home took you to a wooded park. Heading in there was probably a mistake, but logic told you nothing. Weaving in and out of the thick bush. You were tired and ready to give up. But you kept going the wolf sounded far behind as he howled. Findings thick tree to hide behind. If only for a moment to catch your breath.

           Quiet was all you could hear and your heart beating. You took a peek around the tree. Seeing nothing as you move, Ready to run. Until a snap of a twig from behind you made you freeze. Slowly you turned to see the best, bearing his teeth at you. You swallow hard. Knowing there was no way out of this now. Your blood curdling scream echoed through the frost, as the best charged at you snapping its Jaws. Collapsing to the floor. Another loud growl came from behind you. Making you jump peeking through your arms, another wolf like man with a tan pelt and slightly smaller frame charged at the other. Taking him down, a fight ensued, the sound of growling, jaws snapping, the sound of bone crunching, and flesh being ripped away. A loud whimper fallowed by silence.

Taking in your surroundings. Trembling in fear as the other wolf like man walk from the clearing. You backed away slowly only to feel your back pressed against the tree stump. The creature closing in on you. Closing your eyes, silently begging to be spared. The breath of the best engulfed you. Before you knew it a long very wet tongue licked along your jawline and up you cheek. Then best nuzzled into your face. From side to side, panting in your ear. You opened your eyes to look. The beast smiled a huge wolffish grin. It had sat down in front of you. It's large tail wagging? Claws lightly pawing at your arms. Even with it sitting down the wolf was taller then you.

         The clouds slowly rolled in, coving the moon and the wolf started to bay at it. You stair at him unsure what to do. It wasn't attacking you. You jump when you heard bones pop and crack. The wolf stepping back as it's body started deforming, twisted, turning. Fur started to fall away leaving only blonde curls. Long claws started to shrink into fingers. The height of the wolf slowly shrunk. There standing before you completely naked was Magnus Martinsson. His face still somewhat hidden from you.

           "M-Magnus?" Your stuttered out. Still a in a bit of shock as you watching him finally face you. Trying your best not to look down as you stepped forward. "Magnus is that really you?"  Reaching out to him.

        "Don't y/n." Slowly backing away. "I'm a monster." He was visibly shaking, before you could get any farther he heaved, throwing up contents of what he had ripped to shreds. Not listening to him you rushed to his side. Pulling your coat off, Placing it over him.

          "Well if you were a monster, I would be dead right now." You calmly spoke. Even if your were shaking uncontrollably and still frightened. Magnus gave you a small smile. This was Magnus the sweetest man you have ever known he couldn't hurt a fly. Well maybe he can. But he did feel really bad about killing the other wolf you could tell. "Well this explains why you haven't been sleeping well. Let's um get you home and you can tell me how this happened? Oh and some clothes, I'm not sure I can talk with a very naked detective right now."  Really you didn't know what to do. All you knew was you needed to get him out of here. Before someone saw him.

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Fast cars & Freedom: Sit next to me (8/?) Part 1

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Summary: Logan and Ellie talk, the test is taken, and someone spills the beans.... literally.

Rating: Mature... sex.. yep...

A/N: So this will be a 2 parter, just way to much to get out in 1 post... enjoy!! If you would like added to the tag list, let me know.. catch up HERE

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Ellie sat in her office, it was Wednesday and she still hadn't heard from Logan. “knock knock.” a voice came at her door. “Oh hi Mr mann- Eli.” she looked up to see her boss standing in the doorway. “Have you had any luck getting those statements from Mr Rider?” he walked in sitting in front of her desk.

The statements shit! She internally scolded herself. She had been so caught up in her personal life drama she let her work slip, that ended today. “I am meeting with Logan to get them.” A smile spread across Elias's face “Excellent. Keep up the good work.”

She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in.  This standoff with Logan ended now. She picked up her phone and rattled off a text.

“I know you are pissed at me, but this is not a personal call. Unless you want to find a new Accountant, we need to meet TODAY.”

A few minutes later her phone vibrated, a response from Logan. “ 1pm. i'll send the address.” a few seconds later another text with an address came through. She looked at the clock. She had about half an hour until the meeting and with traffic and the distance she needed to go now. She switched on her out of office messages and took off to the location Logan sent her.

She pulled up to a large gated house. The gate opened and she drove around front parking. Before she could knock on the door Logan opened it up motioning for her to come in.

“Wow, is this your house?” she marveled at the open floor plan. There wasn't much to it in all honesty.  Some furniture, a large TV. A stocked bar area and some framed car art.

“It's better than a box.” he chuckled. They sat on the couch, Ellie getting right down to the professional side of the business she had to attend. Logan having everything she needed ready.

They sat in an awkward silence before Ellie broke it. “Logan, im sorry. I know you're mad at me.”

“I'm not mad at you Ellie. Well, not anymore. I'm upset. I knew you had feelings for him, I knew it when I caught you two together.”

Ellies mind took her back to the night she knew she was in way to deep.

****

“Were gonna get caught Colt.” Ellie giggled as he pressed his body against hers on the couch.  “Nobody is here, everyone went out on a job. and pop is at a meeting. They'll be gone for hours.” his hand slide up to unbutton her jeans. He lifted himself up pulling the jeans down with him, leaving her in just her bra and panties. His lips came down hard on hers as she completely lost herself in the kiss. Her hands frantically pawing at his fully clothed body. “Less. Of. This.” she pulled on his shirt and breathed out between heated kisses. The sides of his lips tugged up into a sinister smirk, she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.

He pulled his shit over his head, tossing it across the room. She stopped for a minute, running her hands down his hard chest, before he stood pulling every last piece of clothing from his body. Ellie propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes widening at the sight of him, suddenly very aware of what she committed herself to. “See something you like?” she bit her lip nodding. In an instant he was on her again. Peppering playful kisses on her neck, down the valley of her breast. His hand reached around, effortlessly unfastening her bra, tossing it aside. His lips found her pink buds, as he flicked his tongue, capturing one in his mouth, before moving onto the next. He placed feather light kisses down her stomach, settling on her hips. Her heartbeat racing in anticipation as his strong hands grasped her thighs spreading them apart. He lowered his head kissing and sucking the inside of her thighs, “I want to taste you Ellie.” the vibration of his voice sending a pleasant jolt to her core. “Yes.” A low growl escaped him as he settled between her legs.

He flattened his tongue swiping it between her slick folds. He let let out an appreciative moan as his tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves. She sucked in a sharp breath as her head flew back against the cushion. he looked up between his lashes watching her chest rise and fall, faster and faster as her moans became louder and louder.  He slipped a two fingers into her wanting center, slowly pumping them in and out. Her back arching at the welcomed intrusion. Her legs began to shake, he knew she was close, he curled his fingers slightly reaching the perfect spot as she came undone, a slew of curses falling from her lips.

Satisfied he pulled back and grinned at her as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He sat up.  Ellie watching him, though lust blown eyes. She climbed onto his lap, her lips crashing against his in a heated kiss. “I want you colt.” she moaned against his lips. “Mmmm,  lay down Ellie.” she shook her head. “No. I want to be the driver.” she grinded her hips against him. He gripped his stiff length, slowly pumping it as she slowly lowered herself down, gasping out at how he filled her.

She allowed herself to adjust a moment before rocking against him. He threw his head back at the sensation, a deep moan escaping him. He lifted his head,  his lust blown eyes boring into her. “You're my driver forever, remember that. Now drive baby.” He gripped her hips guiding her down onto him faster and faster. She bounced hard against him  as she moaned out. “Fuck, yes. colt.”

The sound of his name falling from her lips drove him wild, he bucked frantically against her. his hand slipping down rubbing tight circles against her aching clit. That was all it took for her to come completely undone. She leaned against his chest, nails digging into his strong shoulders as she screamed his name, forcing his own release.

She laid against his chest for a moment, he tracked lazy circles against her bare skin.  “We should probably get dressed.” she sighed standing up. “A sin if i ever heard one, but you're probably right.” they retrieved their clothes, dressing quickly. Colt pulled her against him “You're incredible Ellie.” She his face down, capturing his lips in a sensual kiss. “Let's go get some food. I'm starving.” Colt grabbed his jacket “Only if I get to drive.” She winked, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him again.

“What the fuck is this?” They heard, pulling apart  quickly. Both turning to see Logan standing there. “Do you have a problem pretty boy?” Colt taunted.

“Yeah. I do.  You're fucking making out with my girl.” Logan snapped, shoving Colt.

Colt coming back bumping his chest. “Last I checked she wasn't anyone's girl.”

“Colt! Logan! Stop this.” Her pleas going unanswered.  Colts smug grin setting Logan off as his fist connected with his jaw. Colt lunged forward tackling logan to the ground as the two rolled around exchanging blows.

“Stop it. Stop it guys. Help.” Ellie screamed, finally toby and ximena came running in, followed by Kaneko. “Stop it at once.” He commanded, his booming voice causing both to freeze instantly. Ellie took off running both scrambling to run after her. She climbed up the ladder onto the roof. How did things get so complicated.

********

“Ellie? Ellie?” Logan called out, pulling her back to the present. “Sorry, I was just thinking about something.” she told him about the night of prom, how they were freaked out about the plan and if things went south. How they travelled to vegas on a whim and getting caught up in all the what ifs, they married. She had thought Colt had filed for an annulment after they had a blow up and he left. Only to find out he never did. Logan sat there in silence,  absorbing all of the information.

“Well, I kinda get why you didn't say anything, but. I wish I didn't hear it from Colt.” he sighed.

“I know, im sorry Logan. But as a peace offering, my dad and I are throwing a 4th of July bbq. If you don't have plans we would love for you to come.” Logan smiled as they stood up walking towards the door. “I think I can manage that.” he pulled her in for a hug, she rested her head against his chest, breathing in his scent. “Are we good?” he pulled gently stroked her hair, “were good.”

That Friday the three of them, with Luca walked into the lab. Ellie check in, grabbing clipboards for all to fill out their information. Luca sat in the chair, the smell of the sterile environment making her nervous. “You ok Luca?” Logan lowered his head “I don't like Doctors offices, they give needles.” Her voice a whisper.  “Its ok, you're not going to get a needle.” he gently squeezed her little hand. “You promise?” “I promise. If you want, I will hold your hand if you get scared, ok?” Luca nodded her head, squeezing logans hand.

They waited a few minutes before being ushered into the back. Colt went first, followed by Luca. She hesitated getting in the seat. “Uncle Logie, fan you hold my hand?” Logan smiled at her taking her tiny hand in his large one. She paused a moment turning to Colt. “Colt, can you hold me please?” Ellie swore she felt her heart explode in that moment, as colt sat down in the seat, his arms wrapped around her, Luca leaned back against him while Logan held onto her hand.

The tech informed them the results could take up to 6 weeks as the lab was backed up.

The four of them grabbed dinner and went school shopping with Luca. Colt and Logan refusing to let Ellie pay for a thing.

Ellie spent the next week preparing for the 4th of July cookout. Everyone was coming, she was excited for Luca to meet the old crew. Riya and Darius showed up first. Darius setting up the pack n play in the backyard for Marcus. Frank had been on the grill all morning while Ellie worked on the food inside.  The doorbell rang and Frank came barreling through the house. “I got it. I got it.”

He answered the door and a petite brunette stood there. Frank encouraged the woman inside, walking up to Ellie. Ellie looked at the woman, something about her looked awful familiar. “Ellie, I want you to meet my girlfriend Sally. Sally this is my daughter Ellie.”

“Elliez it is so good to finally meet you.  You're dad talks about you so much.” Ellie giggled “I hope not to much.  It's really nice to meet you Sally.” she continued to stare at the woman, swearing she knew her from somewhere.  “Sally, I don't mean to stare but, Have we met before? I swear you look so familiar.”

“I don't think so hun, not unless you've been to lucky's diner in San Francisco.” Ellie shook her head “Nope, can't say I have. But anyway, come on out. Dads finishing up on the grill, the rest of the guest will be here soon.”

The doorbell rang and in walked Ximena, Toby and Colt. “Colt!” Luca came running into his arms, colt picking her up giving her a hug “Hey squirt.” he sat her down “Grampy got me a pool, come see it.” She grabbed his hand leading him through the house.  “Hey Toby, Hey X.” she noticed toby shifting on both feet. “Go ahead, you can see the pool too.” “thanks ellie.” Ximena shook her head handing her a tray of pretzel salad. “You know he has done nothing but talk about Luca non stop.”

“He has text me and called daily as well.” Ellie watched Luca splash colt, a smile playing on her lips. “How's logan been with it?”

“The same as Colt. She's quite taken with the both of them.” Ximena gave her an understanding squeeze. Logan, Mona and Stacie were the last to arrive. Ellie looked at the two “Did you guys come together?” Logan shook his head. “No, I pulled up and Mona did too, Stacie was walking to the door.”

Logan and colt stayed inside helping frank gather all the food. Ellie sat With Riya on one of the picnic tables. She leaned in close, dropping her voice so only she could hear. “Hey, do you think Darnell could lend me his services, cheap?” Riya looked at her confused “ohh you mean for the custody stuff. I was wondering what you needed a lawyer for.”

“No, I need to file for divorce.” Riya chuckled thinking she was joking,  the serious look on her face told her otherwise. “You're serious? When did you get married? Who did you marry?”

Ellie shushed her “Keep it down. 6 years ago. Colt and i got married in Vegas.” Riyas eyes went wide.

“You Married COLT in vegas?” She shouted, silencing the entire party. “What?” Her dad stood on the deck dropping an entire tin pan of coleslaw. Logan and Colt stood frozen behind him.

Sally came running up “Frank are you ok?” Logans eyes widened, he dropped the tin pan of baked beans onto the deck as well

“Mom?”

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