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[galacticslugs]

ppl who say gg after one round or push 😭😭 pls fucking stop you are not cute and you're literally bringing sadness and doubt upon the world

[55szn]

big brown puppy eyes - cs55

carlos sainz x fem!celeb!reader smau

summary; y/n causes chaos on twitter after being asked about her type...

warnings; cursing, teeny tiny bit of suggestive content if you squint

fc; madelyn cline

notes; first post!! kinda nervous, just hope it does well...🥸

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Y/N Y/L/N and Madison Bailey play Truth or Drink!🍻 | Cut

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user MOTHERRRRR

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user posting the cuntiest pics of yourself just after your crush started following you, she’s so me

user she ate so hard with this photoshoot

user not just carlos but also lando on the likes omg my girl is definitely on the groupchat😭

user who are they?? user they are two formula 1 drivers, y/n was asked about her type on a recent interview and she basically described carlos so fans have been speculating and joking about it but now he actually started following her

user HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO LOOK THIS PERFECT

user never thought i’d see the day of my two worlds colliding

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scuderiaferrari We had to pleasure of having actress and model, Y/N Y/L/N in the paddock with us this weekend for the 1-2 finish!😍 Perhaps a lucky charm?😉

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carlossainz55 “puppy dog eyes” and a spanish accent will take you long ways, te quiero princesa❤️ (ily princess)

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Cale Erendreich NSFW Alphabet

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Fic type: headcanons, smut

Bad Samaritan: @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cale is not generally huge on cuddles after sex (or cuddles generally) but after a bit of a marathon, he will make sure you eat, drink and get cleaned up properly. If needed, he will also patch you up. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on his partner is their neck. Cale loves a pretty neck. His favourite part of his own body is his brain.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cale loves it when you swallow his cum. Nothing makes him feel more in control than having you swallow his cum. Especially when he has a tight grip on your chin when you do it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One of Cale’s dirty secrets is that salsa music tends to turn him on. There’s just something about the sensuality of it, and the way your bodies move together when the music plays that gets him going. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Cale has plenty of experience and definitely knows how you tick. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cale’s favourite position is having you bent in half on the bed in front of him. He loves to pin your knees to your chest and have you completely exposed to him. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Cale is not at all goofy during sex. He is almost always completely serious. The only time he’s not completely serious is when he lets a tad of emotion through and is a bit more romantic with you. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Cale is well-groomed everywhere. He doesn’t like pubic hair on himself. He doesn’t really mind what his partner does as long as they’re clean. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Cale is not overly romantic in the moment. When he is, he’s usually just- less physically domineering. Less rough. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Cale doesn’t really jack off, but when he does it’s usually because he knows he’s tightly wound and needs the chemical release to make his system recalibrate. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly, what kink doesn’t Cale have? Knifeplay, choking, gunplay- you name it, to be honest. He will even indulge you in spitplay if its something you really want. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in the house.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Salsa as we discussed before, but also bratty behaviour. The chance to put you in your place that gives you both pleasure. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There isn’t much Cale won’t do, but he is very big on consent. (cnc is okay, though, of course)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

His preference is for receiving, but he doesn’t mind giving either. If he can make his partner cum on his tongue, he’s a content man. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on Cale’s mood. If he’s correcting behaviour, he’s hard and fast and rough. If he’s feeling sentimental or romantic, he will still be rough, but a little slower. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Cale doesn’t mind a quickie before work (or during), but they’re not super common. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. Cale is Mayor of Riskville. Cale is game to experiment and try new things, but you will usually need to be the one to bring them up. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Cale can go for two-three rounds, but can and will fuck you in other ways past that many if the need or desire arises. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cale owns toys but not for him. He owns toys for his partner to use on them. But only when he says so. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cale can be completely unfair. He loves to tease and wind you up just to watch you squirm.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Cale isn’t super loud, but he does grunt and pant a lot. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cale loves anal. That’s it- that’s the HC. There’s just something about fucking his partners’ ass that just really does it for him. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Cale is thin, but not super long. About six inches. And he leans to the right. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Cale’s sex drive isn’t really quantifiable. It just seems to naturally match his partners’ sex drive and what they’re after. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cale doesn’t fall asleep super quickly after sex. He doesn’t sleep a whole lot in general, to be honest.

[notroosterbradshaw]

The Relationship Experience - prologue

read this first - the boyfriend experience

Tugging at the chain around your neck, rationality setting in, you texted Rooster furiously fast. “Bradley N. Bradshaw… your dog tags are right here where you left them,” you said as you typed, hopefully getting his attention before he got too far away, or at least seeing your text before he reported. 

Fuck, he texted back simply. That wasn’t good, you realised.

You debated waiting for him outside a few minutes, knowing he couldn’t be far but thankfully, Rooster came back into view just as you gave him his last 10 seconds. Your heart raced just upon seeing his dreamy face again. Let it be known, he’d only left 5-10 minutes earlier, your lips were still swollen and still feeling the tingling after effects of his slick tongue, teeth and full, perfect lips. His velvet jacket draped over his shoulder with just as much swagger as he had when he approached you last night at the wedding – watching him walk was going to be a problem, you realised. Did he always walk so sexy? Apparently, the world really is a runway for Bradley N. Bradshaw. 

“Was this your ploy? To get me back here…” he bit back a smile as he was in front of you again. You shook your head, a shy smile unable to be held back.

“Can’t think coherently, wish I could say I had the brain capacity to plan this,” you admitted as he chuckled quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare be sorry,” he reassured you, swallowing hard. “Gee, they look good on you,” his voice dropped and his hands pressed into your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as you inhaled sharply.

Skin ignited by currents he was generating, you asked, “What does the N stand for?” 

“Curiosity killed the cat,” his lip quirked, lowered his face to yours and you slipped his dog tags over his head, but didn’t let go of the chain. His warm hazel eyes caught yours. “What do you think it stands for?” he breathed, watching you intently.

Pursing your lips, you pondered, “Noah.” Sweet, yes?

He shook his head, humming a no.

Pondering, you tried, “Neal?” But it seemed all kinds of wrong even as it rolled off your tongue.

“Ew,” he made a face, his palms sliding to your ribcage, lightly tracing the bones under the pads of his long fingers. “Last guess. Better make it a good one,” he warned softly, his tired rasp just… just doing things. Bad, naughty things to your already overstimulated brain. Gee, if this was a dream you did not want to wake up.

“Nathan…” your voice trailed off and watched his face direct you towards another no and you quickly added, “iel?”

“Nathaniel,” he chuckled. “No again. You’re not very good at this game, sweet girl,” he said quietly.

“Then humour me,” you demanded, clutching at the tags, dragging him that desperate inch closer, noses almost touching. “There are lots of names beginning with N, Rooster.”

He relented, amused with your frustration. “Nicholas,” he said low.

“Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw,” you said softly, breath-catching. “Cute.” It suited him and was sung off your lips. You liked saying it. “Nicholas,” you said again, burning into your brain so you’d never forget it. 

“Nicholas was Dad’s name,” he continued.

“Oh,” you didn’t realise and your gaze softened. 

“And there you have it. I’m all outta mystery,” he blinked, licking his lips. You were desperate to have him kiss you again. You gave each other bashful grins and fell into a slightly weird silence. He was so fucking handsome, how had you been so blind that this man was in front of you? Looking this fine, smelling this good… and wanting you just as badly.

That part was the hardest part to grasp.

“I bet there is still a little more mystery,” you finally challenged back.

Leaning forward, he sighed, kissing you again, just so gentle and sweet, knowing that if he started, he wouldn’t know how to stop this time. “You’re right… there’s more. You got plenty of time to find out,” he collected the chain from your delicate fingers. He winked and turned heel, leaving you a mess after his last kiss. And just like that, he was gone.

one.

masterlist.

[lord-shitbox]

starts babbling ardent nonsense about ais and bowling at incredibly fast speeds. without even saying anuthing of substance. just noises. anyways so

i want to see Ais kick a bowling ball like hes playing football. american or Not american. both are hilarious.

Ais vs Leander bowling match. Mhin is only there for the sunday sundae special. Vere complains loudly because hes gonna fuck up his nails. Kuras insists hes busy & Leander insists they must do ""business"" at the bowling alley to get him to come

[i still Passionately believe Leander and Kuras are trading drugs]

Kuras is not very good at bowling. his sleeves get in the way. during the last 3 frames he FINALLY takes his coat off (cue audience drooling over his bare arms) and rolls 9 pins/ strike / spare / bonus 7 pins [better streak than Vere, who's averaging 5 pins a frame] [their scores end up tied and Vere is Livid]

Mhin is doing Slightly better than Vere. Fortunately for him, he can and will bicker with Mhin so that's what he does. their insult competition is as fierce as Ais vs Leander bowling (maybe even more so to the unfortunate patrons nearby)

Vere breaks out the "I only play with one type of balls bro" line ~6 minutes in

His fun comes from bowling in increasingly fucked up ways. the bowling alley employees hate him so much because they have to ask him to quit fucking around every 7 minutes. he's broken a LOT of stuff. insert "woah 3 pointer wait where the hoop"

Ais vs Leander bowling: Leander is losing and he is Cheating Hard. after the fifth frame he gives up on bowling and starts a separate secret crusade (sabotage Ais)

his attempts include but are not limited to: poisoning his drink, again; trying to use magic to blast his ball off-course; trying to use magic to keep his pins from falling over; slipperizing the bowling alley floor in hopes Ais will fall down midroll; using magic to boost his OWN bowling abilities; making Ais's bowling ball Extremely Sticky; collapsing a ceiling tile on his head; and summoning some grandma with an unruly tiny dog that doesn't speak common Eridian language in hopes Ais will be distracted (he is)

Ais is fully aware of this and is making a point of not calling him out on it. He will win DESPITE Leander's antics, god damnit.

they tie on the last frame and Leander is overjoyed

too overjoyed. oops

Ais is like "GG buddy" and gives him a clap on the shoulder that's a Bit Too Hard and offers him a handshake that squeezes a Bit Too Hard and gives him his signature sardonic grin that communicates "i fucking knew what you were up to, cocksucker"

Leander is like "(nervously strained laugh)...yeah great game!"

Mhin, who finished their sundae and stuck around only to see that they beat Vere [and Kuras] by 2 points, hovers awkwardly until they get their chance to say goodbye to Kuras and Leander so they can Leave

Kuras wants to get back to work asap. unfortunately he let himself have a pretty good time so now hes gotta make up for it by atoning (suffering through work ) extra hard

Vere comes from out back licking blood off the back of his hand. the bowling alley manager is also permanently missing, unrelatedly

Ais and Leander are going to go drink each other under the table at some establishment "with better liquor than the wet wick." as if they weren't already drinking all the beer the bowling alley has. Vere tags along because it's an establishment he actually likes— he's Almost had too much Leander for the day but not enough to keep him from decent food and music

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Think of this as a bit of a prequel to my Jake is an er nurse au!

TW- terrible, kinda abusive/pressuring for sex oc cowboy bf for Jake. Don’t worry they break up.

Jake loves the rodeo. Decided to tag along with the guys that do it pro for a few years. Three years of this and he’s loved every second. Knows he won’t be a lifer like some of the guys though.

The men are a nice bonus as well.

He’s not a buckle bunny since he rides but goddamn does he love cowboys.

Emmitt is four years older then him. They’ve floated around each other for a few years. They compete in different circles, Jake rides bulls, Em rides horses.

Jake liked being pinned down and being made to ride his thigh until he’s crying.

He can hear his dads voice in his head telling him not to do anything or anyone too stupid.

Emmitt definitely qualifies as stupid. Twenty and twenty-five is definitely a stupid age gap. But the way he watches Jake ride makes it all worth it.

-

Jake is in the back of the truck, they’ve been making out for a good fifteen minutes. Jake hopes Em will decide to stick around after he fucks him tonight. They’re two nights out from another competition. Jake gets gently slapped in the face. Emmitt has a habit of doing that.

Jake’s not sure he’s a fan of it.

Suddenly there’s a pain in his leg. It’s been causing issues all week. Landed on his hip wrong last ride. “Em wait. Ow. Fuck my hip.”

Emmitt pulls back to look at Jake. He tilts his head. “Baby can’t take it come on. Please? For me?” Jake shakes his head “not tonight it’s fucked.” Emmitt sits back up. “Well guess I’ll be going then.” Jake scrambles to grab his wrist. “No stay!” The man looks at Jake. He grins like a shark.

“But sugar if I stay I’m just going to want to fuck you.” Jake blinks at him. He hears his dads voice saying if someone ever pressures him to walk away.

Jake shoves his shoulder, “we can make out but I’m not doing anything more tonight. If you’ve got an issue with it yeah you can leave.”

Emmitt leans over to kiss him. “Come on it can’t be that bad with how you were dancing with Ryan earlier.” Jake stares at him. “Fuck off don’t start this shit again. You know there’s nothing with me and Ryan.”

Emmitt shakes his head, “dunno seems like you’d hop on his dick pretty fast.” Jake can’t believe this. He shoves the door open and lands on his feet. “We’re not doing this. Go sleep it off Em.”

The problem Jake has is he’s lean. Has to be for riding. But Emmitt is bigger, stronger. Can’t blame Jake for having a type.

A hand latches itself around Jake’s wrist. He’s jerked to a stop. “Sugar stay. Don’t go be a pouty bitch. Or a slut.”

Jake spins, he rips his wrist out of the hold. “And just like that we’re done. Fuck you Emmitt what the hell. I’m not the one who gets drunk, flirts and feels up the buckle bunnies. You do that. You’re the slut.”

There’s a crack of a slap.

Jake can’t believe it.

He punches Emmitt in the face faster then he can think. His dads didn’t raise a pushover. Always said if he got hit he better hit harder

It makes Emmitt stumble. Jake grabs his hat and takes off for Ryan’s trailer. He hears footsteps behind him he runs faster.

He slams into the door and falls through, he shoves it closed. Ryan sits up from where he was with his own buckle bunny. “Hey. Uh. We broke up. He hit me. Hit him back. Didn’t like that.”

Ethan and Ryan blink at him. They both move at once. Ethan snatches the knife he keeps on the bedside table, Ryan grabs the shotgun from the kitchen.

They’re both just in boxers but they shove Jake behind them. Ryan rips open the door. “Emmitt were driving through Death Valley tomorrow, if you even think about touching Jake anymore you’ll not leave that Valley. You hear me?” Ethan sends the knife flying into Emmitts hat. There’s a scream.

“Fine! The slut wasn’t worth it anyways! Fucking whore! Fag ass dads too!”

Jake can only watch in fear. He’s never had a boyfriend this bad before.

Ryan pulls Ethan back from doing anything stupid.

They pull Jake onto the small couch. Ethan hands over a satellite phone. “Call your dads, tell them to meet us in Vegas. They’ll get to watch you win and you’ll have more people in your corner.”

Jake can only stare at the phone. “What if they’re mad.”

Ryan laughs, he pulls Jake under his arm. Jake leans into the bigger man, “your dads are the nicest people ever. If anything we’ll have to keep them from killing Emmitt.”

Jake smiles at that. Ethan lights a cigarette and passes it to Jake. Now Jake doesn’t tend to ever smoke but goddamn he feels like he deserves it today.

“I’ll grab you ice. Ethan go get the kid some food and something strong to drink.”

Jake smiles at them. He knows they’re giving him an opportunity to talk to his dads privately.

They lock the door after they leave.

Jake dials the house phone.

It rings and rings.

“Chris Seresin?”

Jake let’s put a sob he didn’t know he was holding. “Dad? Some shit went down. Can y’all come to Vegas?”

Jake listens as his dad yells for the other two. “Baby of course. We’ll throw down vacation time. What’s wrong?”

Jake opens his mouth and closes it. He curls tighter in the blanket Ryan gave him. “I uh, broke up with the guy I was seeing. He didn’t like that much. Slapped me. I punched him back. I’m in Ryan’s trailer right now.”

He hears his pa start planning a murder. Can hear tata telling him to calm down. Jake smiles at that, why did he ever think they’d be mad. “We’ll be there. Pretty sure David, Lucas, Holly and Wolf will be too. we can make a trip out of it.”

Jake wipes the tears off. Ryan slips back into the trailer. He gives a questioning eyebrow, Jake gives him a thumbs up.

“Alright I gotta go, I’ll see y’all in Vegas. I love you.”

There’s a chorus of love you’s back. And promises of making sure he’s okay.

Ryan pulls Jake into another hug after he hangs up and holds the ice.

“I’m gonna quit. Be an ER nurse. I can’t do this my whole life.” Ryan laughs. “You say that like this is my long term plan. But seriously Jake you’d be an incredible nurse.”

Jake props himself up to look at Ryan, “you should marry Ethan. He deserves it for putting up with all the cowboy shit. He’s a goddamn clothing designer, he should be in California.” Ryan gently shoved Jake, “how do you know I haven’t proposed yet?”

Jake shoved him harder, “you can’t shut up about him, I’d know.” Speaking of the man he comes back with a burger and bottle of whiskey.

“Merry Christmas kiddo, Lea Ann sends her regards.”

They flip on the radio, Ryan starts strumming his guitar to the songs. Ethan pulls out his sketch book and sketches the way Jake and Ryan are leaning on each other.

It’ll be a long time before Jake can hear sugar and be fine but he’ll get there.

-

The next morning Emmitt is gone. Lea Anne insists she has no idea when he left. Everyone smiles at Jake. They might not all like the fact he’s gay but they do take care of their own.

Especially kids.

And that’s what Jake is to most of them, a kid, twenty.

[ilkkawhat]

Hi there! Just had this pop in my head and couldnt resist sharing with you. What if all of George's characters (Nick, Jack, Gutshot Jack, Shorty, etc.) were in a drinking match? Who would drink what and who would win? -Cat 💙 P.S. LOVE YOU!

ooh. i can see whiskey all around, also for stokes' drink of choice (i'm using last names since we got two nicks and two jacks here lol)--i have it in my head for some reason that he loves long island ice tea. no clue if that's something i made up for a fic or if he actually said that in canon, it's been a while since i've watched 😅

i feel like stokes seems like he's a bit of a lightweight because i mean, he got this drunk after only a few beers? (and I say this as someone who's drank a six pack of guiness before and been only like. tipsy? but also, to be fair, he could have been drinking a higher conc stout?)

OR maybe as he got older, past his frat boy days, he realized drinking isn't all that great and given that nick does seem to have that "healthy body, healthy mind" mentality he may avoid drinking, or leaning on it as a coping mechanism? Not to say he wouldn't drink with the team like he does in lover's lanes and whatnot but just...isn't a heavy drinker (even though i made him one in a fic, no self projection at all lol)

corelli, we did see him drink a tall glass of beer and idk for some reason with how like. romantic and in some ways fancy he is i can see him being a wine connoisseur? (sorry about the flashing gif)

there was also his character in crowned and dangerous that i'll tag once i remember his name that drink wine at the end RILEY BAXTER--another romantic type (don't ask me why i associate wine with fancy romance i just do lol)

actually...thinking more about it, a lot of the george characters drink beer?

(I don't have a gif for adam drinking apparently? I will at some point because that cap is a MOOD. i think he also drank wine on his date?)

(don't have a gif for grapevine either but blame that on the fast camera angles and such)

chaotic idiot j.r. dean will drink anything that's put in front of him but he'd probably do something stupid to get himself knocked out before the end of the night

but whiskey, again, def dalton, gutshot jack and shorty

although...was that whiskey in that shot? I know he drank it with the creepy guy when they went back to his house. gutshot jack also drank vodka (?) and beer (and again, WHY DON'T HAVE I HAVE MORE GUTSHOT GIFS)

and out of all of them, who'd last the longest?

stokes, corelli and adam will play in the game at first, before they all call it quits before they get too drunk. I can see stokes being one of the designated drivers, adam would have come on his cycle with his dog and idk maybe corelli will fold and offer to be another DD.

the older george characters; gus from the spring (literal ancient elder), coach stikes from this is us, jimmy from sex ed (who's not that old but he strikes me as a more seasoned guy who doesn't get too crazy anymore), general stevens from jangsari, all seem like guys who would probably have some beer or heavy liquors but they wouldn't partake in this.

the other george characters that I don't feel I know well enough: greg from ER, tommy baker in second string, literal george from the two and a half men cameo, innocent angel ben mcgrath from the ultimate lie--I can't see them drinking though two and a half men george did lol

and the scumbag travis petersen, the bad savannah twin, is dead so he doesn't matter 🤣

but anyway, back to this hypothetical drinking contest:

gutshot jack would pass out (maybe him and j.r. fuck around and get into a drunken playful wrestling match or something lol) and i think it would come down to shorty, evel and dalton; the cowboy, the daredevil and the veteran and I'm sure they could all outlast the others, but....I bet shorty's had a long day and he just wants to get in a tub. evel's joints are sore and he's glued to his seat while his brain is still doing jumps through flaming hoops.

jack dalton wins.

[tsuki-sennin]

Butterfly! At long last! It's been 3000 years! 18 episodes!

Toei, fellas, it's been 9 episodes since Cure Wing. I'm not sure how big of a gap that is between main team members relative to most other seasons, but jeez.

For me, of course, it's been longer, but that's more because I had a long week.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Starting off with a battle, I see~!

-Dodging is an important part of any character action title!

-Wing has earned himself a fan.

-Oh, he even gets to do the finisher! Movin' on up in the world.

-Fishing Rod.

-I never would've guessed, tbh.

-We did it!

-As much disdain I show Battamonda, he has some funny facial expressions.

-Yeah sure buddy, whatever helps you sleep at night.

-Stop calling her an Outsider, I do NOT need intrusive thoughts about what a Pretty Cure Outsiders might look like.

-Ageha's gone do it.

-Pu-Li-Ru-La, Pu-Li-Ru-La!

-I think you're a bit formal for these younguns.

-Ah yes, PreCures. Everybody knows them!

-I just remembered, years ago I saw a poll about what Japanese elementary schoolers wanted to be when they grew up and a surprising number of the kids who answered "Pretty Cure" were young lads.

-Oh, speakin' of which-

-Don't put it off any longer Ageha.

-Fanmail~!

-Takeru!? Takeru Tenkuuji!?

-...no wonder his fave is the orange hero.

-Tsubasa is the happiest borb in the universe right now.

-Oh okay, she's

-Hangin' around officially now.

-I will say this, Ageha sure as hell seems to be in her element.

-Word of advice to all you aspiring hero types out there, don't hang around a nursery uninvited.

-...Sora what kind of tag do you play up in the clouds? Do you have like organized teams that play against Lufenia, Zenithia, and Zeal?

-Battamonda Time

-Okay, you have officially crossed the line bucko.

-That is one squishy elephant.

-The Princess has vanished.

-Three layer human shield!

-Wrapped in darkness.

-No projectiles for anybody, Prism.

-Oh, here she comes.

-...that close up was incredibly necessary, thank you.

-Damn she's fast

-She's not the Outsiders.

-OH

-OKAY, SHE JUST

-JUST LIKE THAT!

-"I'm going to let my life burn bright, Takeru-kun! ...no, wait, that's the finisher phrase..."

-Here it comes!

-Tone Connect!

-Hirogaru Change! Butterfly!

-Ohhhhhh

-This is gorgeous

-Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous

-Every bit worth the wait.

-Absolute babe.

-Wanderfuru~!

-Cute Butterfly!

-What do you do?

-Shields!

-Oh, you are a nimble broad, aren't you?

-OKAY THAT IS JUST STRAIGHT UP A RIDER KICK

-You've done us proud, Butterfly.

-The sheer rage directed towards Battamonda.

-Ageha jumpscare.

-Moving in permanently-ish~!

-Hello Cure Butterfly! You fucking exist now~!

-I'm assuming next episode's gonna be about her and Wing properly teaming up?

-Ah, cooking~!

-Awww, he's worried about her, that's nice of him.

-Oh, that's a new toy.

-...I don't have much to say about it, I haven't the foggiest idea what it does, but hey! It looks fun~!

[lailawinchesterr]

silence in the city

pairing; sam x reader/ dean x reader summary; you���re going through a rough patch with your boyfriend, Sam, and dean is there for you. where does that leave your relationship with the boys? tags; angst, suggestive, mentions of rape, mentions of soulles sam.

We’re on the couch with one of Dean’s ‘underrated’ movies playing. He already left with a quiet ‘goodnight’ a few minutes ago so when I look over at Sam to see him already watching me, I’m not surprised. And then I lean in, claiming his lips on mine and he doesn’t seem to mind so I do it harder, pulling him closer, and he leans down a little more so he doesn’t strain his neck then he pulls away and I whine at the loss of contact.

“You sure?” Sam asks and I smile at him, nodding. He’s sweet like that. We’ve waited at least two years but he still doesn’t mind waiting more. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, we don’t have to rush.”

“Maybe we don’t have to go all the way today, just a little. Just… kiss me, Sam.” He does and I reciprocate desperately. We didn’t talk much about safe words but before he lost his soul our main ones were ‘red’ and ‘green’, so we both assume it’s the same ones now. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans when I flip us over so I’m on his lap now. I move against him, pushing our bodies closer (if that’s possible), but still through our clothes. I don’t know how much I want to let Sam see today but I don’t reckon it’s a lot, so this will have to do.

His hands instinctively find my hips but I quickly push them off, holding them down onto the couch and moving a little faster, rougher, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. “Sammy…”

“Baby, can I kiss you?” I take a second to process his words before quickly picking my head up and leaning in, he connects our lips and his tongue slides over my bottom one, licking and waiting for an invitation. I grant it to him, removing my hands from their grip on his wrists so I can ground myself on his shoulders. 

Fuck. We haven’t even touched each other in so long it’s embarrassing how fast I’m going to come. Sam pulls away for a second to speak, “Hey, fuck, you need to slow down, sweetheart, won’t last like this.”

“Glad I’m not the only one.” I let out a laugh but I don’t think he finds it as funny because his hands try to find my hips again but I quickly hold them in place on my thigh. “Okay, yeah.” I slow down my rhythm to basically nothing but we’re both still breathing heavily and into the other’s neck. 

“What’s wrong?” Sam asks out of nowhere and I frown, still grinding on him softly, still panting, still out of breath and shaking and wet, “Talk to me.”

“What— shit— what do you mean?”

“Your hands. Are you scared? Sweetheart, Stop for a second.” I want to stop to listen to this riveting conversation about how much of a coward I am but I couldn’t even if he begged me to because I am just so so so close.

“Hey!” His hands fly to my waist and I freeze immediately, slapping both hands away with much more force this time.

“Stop it, Sam! Don’t touch my waist again, please.” My voice is all but inviting for any type of negotiation and he doesn’t looks like he wants to anyways, putting both of them up in defeat but staring right into my eyes

“What’s wrong? Why?”

“‘Cause…” I say as if that’s all the reason in the world and try to get off of him but he quickly shakes his head, evidently struggling to keep his hands to himself. I stay planted on his half-hard on.

“Can you just… can you not run away from this? Can we talk about it instead of forcing it?” 

“No, I don’t want to.” And I do get off of him this time, leaning back into the couch. Now I’m wet and angry. Great, that’s just awesome.

“If you spent half as much time talking to me as you do avoiding it—”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t the one who was raped by your own fucking boyfriend so I hardly see how you’re an expert on the matter.” I can already feel the shocked expression and disappointment and hurt coming from him so I don’t bother looking, instead I stand up and walk to my room.

While walking back to my room I stopped by the kitchen to get some pills for the headache I know I’m going to get later and maybe some sleeping pills too. 

Then I see Dean. Dean Winchester who we all thought was dead asleep in his bed was actually eating cherry pie in the kitchen a few feet from me and Sam’s fucking and fighting.

“Dean? What’re you doing up?”

“I didn’t go to sleep. Y’all just looked like you wanted to be alone so I bailed.” I nod and walk over to the fridge. I’m not certain about what I’m looking for but I’ll know it when I find it. “By the way,” I hear from behind me, barely, and i just hum in acknowledgment as I scour and— yes! Cereal! I take the milk out and go to the cupboards for the cereal. 

Dean clears his throat, his mouth no longer full, “By the way, if you ever wanna talk, you know I’m here for you, right?”

I, honest to God, can’t think of one time in my entire life where Dean has said that to me and I’ve known the man for the better part of a decade. 

“Sure…” My words aren’t sure but I hope he doesn’t pick up on that because I don’t mean to offend him, we just haven’t always been friends. 

The first time I met Sam and Dean was on a hunt and neither of them trusted or liked me for the entirety of it. The fifth hunt we accidentally met on was when they finally let their guard down (to some extent) to see I was just an average hunter like they are. Though I hold nothing to the infamous Winchesters.

Even then, Dean was never my best friend. We never even spoke alone, mostly just when Sam was around. And even when I got with Sam a couple of months later, Dean had his doubts (which he made crystal clear) and kept a wall up ever so slightly. Only when I was ten months into dating Sam did Dean strike conversations when we were alone. We went on some hunts together without my boyfriend and we even texted sometimes. I think that was the biggest step to take with grandpa because man, does he hate to text.

There’s an exasperated breath then, “I’m serious.”

“Okay.” I nod once and assemble my bowl of lucky charms. Dean is a sweetheart, honestly, and attractive as hell, sure, but he’s also emotionally unavailable and extremely traumatized. Both of those qualities are ones I already handle with his brother, I don’t need a second Winchester to do take care of.

“I just mean that if you ever want to tell me anything about how you and Sam are doing—” Ah, there it is. The blatant need to protect Sam from everyone and everything. Not limited to those who love him, of course, because who could really ever love Sam more than his older brother?

“Sam’s fine, Dean.” 

“I don’t mean just him. What about you? Are you fine?”

“Yes— why are you doing this? Why are you asking about me?”

When I look up from the counter Dean’s no longer eating, just staring at me, as if willing me to make eye contact. “‘Cause, you’re family, you know that, right?” 

Family? Since when am I family? The most ‘family’ I’ve been to him is due to the fact that Sam fucks me occasionally and that I sleep in one of the many bedrooms in this shit hole. “Okay… thanks.”

“Fuck,” He rubs a hand over his mouth then gets up, walking over to me. He’s much closer now that I anticipated and I’m hardly doing anything to cover my hardened nipples or my too-low sweatpants that clearly show off my belly button piercing and white underwear straps.

“I can’t have you doubting that. I know I ain’t the best at this whole thing but you’ve always been family, ever since you helped with Cas—” that’s the second hunt we went on, “and then Charlie—” third hunt, “then you got with Sam and maybe I haven’t showed it but we do care about you. I care about you. I don’t just wanna know if Sammy’s okay, wanna know if you are too.”

I take a deep breath that maybe almost chokes me, “Yeah,” I don’t wanna cry in front of Dean. He’d just make fun of me, but I have so much to cry about it and I don’t know if I can hold it. “Yeah, Dean, I know.” Please God, don’t let my voice break. “I’m good, I’m okay. Thanks. I’m going— yeah, my room. I’m— okay, yeah, g’night.” 

And I’ve never run out of a room so fast.

part two

gonna post a part two later, not sure where I’m going with it though but this idea just popped into my head cause I love those two codependent freaks sm.

[arumbleinthedark]

Do you have like…..a headcanons for C-Side and Wet Floor?…..

Quick Warning to Anyone Who Happens to Stumble Upon This

THIS IS A KINK BLOG, IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS THEN PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

Obviously, I won't have the fandom or any of the characters tagged for safety reasons, but tumblr works in mysterious ways and sometimes it shows people weird shit because it's marginally related to what they post and interact with.

Okay, with that out of the way...

Sorry this took so long, anon, I didn't actually have any headcanons ahead of time and needed some time to think about it, and then I got sick and had some major brain fog. Thanks for being patient!

This might get long so check under the cut.

There will be mention of weed and vomit.

Be/ka

Honestly, no doubt that he's a stoner. And it definitely fucks with his appetite and his diet. When he's high he just kind of eats whatever is in the fridge or the pantry...even if it's out of date or spoiled. That and whatever strange concoction he manages to put together.

Dude's actually kind of invincible, though. He usually doesn't get sick from what he eats or drinks.

That being said, on the rare off chance he does he's a total mess. He's secretly emetophobic and just the anticipation of himself or someone else needing to puke is enough to freak him out.

He actually will more than likely end up puking from how much he's worked himself up rather than what's actually causing him to feel sick. So if he's nauseous or dealing with a stomach ache, expect to find him curled up on the bathroom floor awaiting his fate.

They don't have a manager, so he's almost always heavily focused on things relating to the band, so he doesn't ever really notice when he's hungry. The other two sometimes have to literally pull him away from what he's doing because he hasn't eaten in two days. In fact, he cannot recall the last time his stomach made any sort of noise out of hunger. (Though this is probably because he always attributes it to something else.)

K/kura

Hangry Bitch Syndrome™ she gets FEIRCE when she's missed a meal, especially since she's the type to consistently eat at regular times.

Of course, that habit has led to her stomach being pretty loud when she's hungry, and it only adds to her irritability.

She's been extremely self reliant since she was young, so if she gets sick in general she's insistent that she can take care of herself. It's a minor inconvenience for her, no matter how nauseous she feels or how much pain she's in.

Uot/ra

Textbook Big Eater. He will gladly eat your leftovers if you can't finish them.

Nobody outside of the band has ever seen him with an upset stomach, as far as they know. He doesn't make it obvious, just says something to his bandmates and goes to rest. Either he's not really bothered by it or he just doesn't want to cause a scene, but unlike Kura he'll greatly appreciate it if you help him out.

It might also be because he's sort of the big brother of the trio and feels that it's more important for him to take care of his bandmates than it is for them to take care of him.

He's also completely unbothered by any noises his stomach makes, mostly because it's very loud and he thinks it's funny how people react to it.

K/gi (Definitely one of my top favs, so I'm a bit meaner to him, hehe.)

He's not super shy, I don't think, but he does seem like the type to be uncomfortable around people when his stomach is being noisy.

He eats a lot of foods that are organic or homegrown and are mostly fruits and vegetables, so fast food and foods that are processed or filled with artificial ingredients tear up his stomach. He usually brings his own meals with him when the band is on tour or he's spending the night with them, but the band also makes an effort to stop by or grab something from somewhere with foods that he prefers to eat.

He also doesn't really eat, he sort of...grazes? Like he's one of those people that just eats small amounts throughout the day instead of sitting down to have meals. He's always just a little bit hungry, and sometimes on tour he has to go without food for a few hours.

As seen on my Tummy Hurty Scale he's not the best at handling stomach pain, but he can withstand it just enough to get important things done if need be. But he will quietly slip away to go lay down once he gets the chance.

That's about all I have for now.

[prettyboykatsuki]

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the knot that binds us | s. todoroki 

➳ tags ;; heavy, heavy bondage play, shibari rope, ari’s addiction to pornhwa comics appears in her writing, sub!todo, dom!reader, gn!reader, handjobs

➳ wc ;; 1k

➳ a/n ;; i have an addiction to rope / shibari and i keep thinking about tying this man. shibari ref btw, this without the suspension element. 

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You always tells Shouto he’s pretty. 

It makes him.. unusually shy. He isn’t sure what that is, not all the way. Since with everything the two of you do together, there’s not a real reason for him to be shy. You’ve seen so much of up close, in great detail - the great Shouto Todoroki with swollen nipples and flush skin and inappropriate erections. Whatevers humiliating, make him shy - you’ve done at least once. 

He’s not the type of person you can leave alone. It’s not about neglect with him but about your devotion to seeing him squirm. You enjoy, testing the limits and pushing his boundaries until he learns to say please. Shouto takes everything silently, but whole-heartedly. He always wants to do his best and it’s a quality you admire in him.

You tell him he’s a lot of things. Cute, handsome, sweet, easy on the eyes. But being called pretty always leaves him nervous. He gets that little dazed look, hazy when you hold his face in your hands. Your fingers grazing his cheek, thumb tugging on his lips. Your Shouto is so pretty. Pretty like daisy flowers, the kind of pretty that makes you want to crush the petals between your fingers, curious on if they’ll still bloom. 

He isn’t sure why pretty makes him feel like this, but it does. And his dick sits stiffly against his frame, up against his stomach - and he feels it. He feels pretty like this as you stand in front of him. Something coils in his stomach as he stares at you. It’s not the first time he’s been tied up and it won’t be the last but today is different - you’re taking your time. 

The rope is a little softer than normal, brand new. It’s a bright, devilish red and it contrasts nice against his skin. Pale and milky, like cream. You look like you want to eat him alive and it excites him, but he doesn’t say it. Normally doesn’t say anything to you unless you ask. 

“Does it feel okay so far, baby?” 

Baby. He swallows something in his mouth, like a whimper maybe - and nods. 

“It feels fine,” 

“Just fine?” and you tug it to his skin like you know how much it excites him. He bites his tongue a little. 

“Feels.. feels good,” 

“Much better,” 

He blushes a little, a rosiness along his cheeks and chest. He’s familiar with this style of rope but you’ve only done his chest - it digs into his pecks underneath the soft flesh and over his toned abs. You’ve got his arms behind his back and these knots are especially intricate - they make him feel special because he knows they take time. 

It’s always like this - at the halfway point he gives into the haze. The pleasure of being tied up is like nothing else in the world. He can feel it everywhere, The warmth of your breath on his spine, down his neck - the little praises when you tell him to move. Sit up, lay down, leg up - gentle commands followed with a “good boy,” that always leave him warm. 

It always looks scary, being constricted like that. But it feels so warm, so hot - like having clothes that are snug. You can feel all the ways you can’t move and Shouto is sure he looks perverted. He must look so lewd but even all tied up, you rest his head on your lap and stroke his hair with affection. Even like this you treat him so gentle. 

The ropes are constricting but it’s comforting - the deep pressure and the desire make his eyes go glassy. Half-ways through and he’s so hard, pre-cum dribbling on his boxers. He looks towards the ceiling but you’re quick on the uptake. Your hand squeezes his erection with a giggle, faint. 

“So impatient,” 

“S-sorry,” 

“S’okay.”

You guide him to the floor and you tell him how to position his legs and suddenly his back is arched - tied to you. His whole stomach is up and he’s bent all sorts of ways .The knots fit securely all over his skin and each one makes him shudder His dick is stiffer than before, mouth fallen open as you tug the last of the rope. He’s dressed up now = all naked except his underwear. He’s completely exposed to you and so helpless, so pretty - fragile like a paper crane. 

“You’re so pretty, Sho,” you tell him. He lets out a little moan, quiet at first but louder as your hands fist around the base of his cock. And you give him a long stroke and he wants to fuck into your hand but he can’t. That alone makes him dizzy, makes him break. 

“Oh..O-oh, please,” 

You smile. There he is. 

“Please?” 

“P-please don’t tease me,” 

You smile down at him and stare. God you look like you wanna tear him apart and it makes his cock twitch in his hand. A warmth rushes through him as you jerk him off, feeling the way it throbs with each movement. He’s getting desperate fast and you get off on it. 

“Wanna cum so bad, don’t you? Such a pretty boy. Wrapped up like a present for me,” 

“Please” 

You go faster and faster, spitting on roughly as you watch him come apart underneath you. He’s so helpless to your touch, so needy like it’s the only thing he can think about. All he can feel is you, and the rope is just another part of you, digging into his skin. Making claim of him and god he wants to cum. 

“G-gonna.. pl-please let me, please l-let me cum” 

Your voice is like a rope too, constricting but pleasant. Demanding. 

“Cum for me, Shouto,” 

Thick white spurts of cum cover your fist as you watching Shouto shudder right underneath you. So helpless and pretty. You wish you had it in you to stop here but you always give into your desires. 

“You’re so pretty, love. Just so pretty,” you tell him, soft. 

This time he shivers, nods, and says thank you. 

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[erodasfishtacos]

Not Your Charity Case

prompt: Harry is a frat boy - who doesn’t need sympathy from anyone. He makes Y/N feel a sense of home when they’re together. But is Harry just like every stereotypical frat boy?

word count: 6.2k 

warnings: minor violence, language, deaf!harry, smutttt

other: when Harry is talking to Y/N or any other characters - it is to be noted that he is signing. When Y/N talks to Harry - she is also always signing

Let me know if you’d want to see anything else from this verse:)

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You were rushed - you really shouldn’t stop at the local coffee shop for a sugary, delicious mocha chip frappuccino.

Despite what people say, professors are much more lax and carefree in college.

It was about two weeks into the new semester, - your third here- and the seasons were changing - becoming autumn.

Chilled breezes, falling leaves, and vivid colors of nature made you happy.

When you arrive in line, there are two people ahead of you. A girl currently in front of the cashier and a tall male with a red and black flannel on behind her- typing away on his phone.

When she moves to the left, the broad man steps forward. His snapback facing backwards, brown curls dancing around his neck. You can’t help but notice how tall and lean he is, shoulders broad and straight.

You definitely haven’t seen him before on campus. You’d remember.

From what you can see, he shows the young girl behind the counter the screen of his phone without saying anything at all.

The raven-haired girl’s face pinches in annoyance. “We don’t accept orders like that. You need to tell me what you want.”

You’re a little surprised by both the rude cashier but also the man who doesn’t respond right away.

He attempts to show her his phone again but she shakes her head - annoyed.

You become interested in the situation when I watch him sign, a few gestures before pointing to his ears. In the most obvious form of saying “I can’t hear.”

The clueless girl gives him a blank look, “Listen, there’s a line. I don’t have time for this.”

You hoped you weren’t overstepping your boundaries when you slide up next to him, tapping him on his shoulder to get his attention.

It is a bit startling how gorgeous the boy is. He was tanned with bright green-eyes and a defined jawline that was currently clenched in frustration.

You sign, “What are you trying to order?”

He studies you for a second with hesitance before his long slim fingers begin to move, slowly as if he thinks you may be inexperienced in the form of language.

He replies, “Large coffee with a little cream and two sugars.”

You squeeze in front of him, “It is not only rude but illegal to not serve based on disabilities. Refusing an order from a deaf person isn’t moral or acceptable.”

The girl has enough decency to mumble an apology and turned bright pink, “Sorry, he doesn’t look deaf. “You roll your eyes - how can you tell that someone is deaf based on solely appearance? This girls a fucking idiot, you think.

You repeat his order to her, along with yours - sliding your debit card towards her and give her your name for the order.

The man trails behind you to the small waiting area. “Thank you,” he signs simply. You nod and return the pleasantry. The. hand him his steaming hot coffee.

“Thank you again. I’m going to be late to class, so I have to go,” he tells me, seeming a little out of place signing with a stranger.

“Go ahead, I’ll see you around.” It was the first time in a long time you’ve signed to anyone outside your family.

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Sipping your drink as you are only five minutes late and the class hasn’t even started yet. The man you just helped was sat in the back of the classroom, unloading his laptop.

With a little bravery, you wriggle your way through and plop into the wooden chair easily. Letting your backpack fall to the ground. Curly looks over at you with a frown, he signs, “Why are you sitting next to me?”

You blush, “I don’t know? Thought it’d be good to have someone to talk to.”

His hands are tense as he replies, “I’m not a charity case, so you can leave me alone.”

“Never said you were,” you huff when you tell him. Not appreciating how rude he was being. Signing had its own tones and expressions so to speak. For example, when someone is happy their signs and movements are different than when they’re sad or frustrated.

Harry seems to be the latter. You wrestle out your laptop to the PowerPoint that was going to be discussed today in class. You noticed Harry stared very intently at the professor to read his lips and expression.

You was surprised he didn’t have an interpreter with him but you’re sure he got special accommodations elsewhere. Even though that was absolutely none of your business.

His shoulders are tensed and he makes sure your arms don’t brush like you have cooties for the entire two hours. The nameless boy is up and out of his seat as soon as the professor shuts off the projector and turns on the lights - signaling class to be over.

Well fuck him then.

***

You don’t make the mistake to sit next him again. But that doesn’t mean you could ogle his strong muscular back and big hands.

It wasn’t your place to care but you felt twinges in your tummy when you noticed him struggling to keep up with the fast-speed class on certain days.

You were in the large, rustic library that smelled of old books and damp wallpaper. It was dead silent as people furiously studied or worked on papers due.

As you paced the shelves, you could not find the book you needed for your American Literature class. Fuck the Dewey Decimal System.

Part-time uni students probably just stuffed returned books in any open space they saw fit. But you need this book in particular, a discussion board post due by midnight and it was currently eight-thirty. They had ran out of copies at the on-campus bookstore.

After a valiant effort, you trudge up to the checkout counter. A little sign reads, “ring me if no ones here!”

You impatiently ring the silver bell. But no one comes. You give whoever is working a minute or two but nothing. Another ring it is.

Silence. No one. Of fucking course, luck is not on your side tonight.

You dramatically clunk your head onto the high counter top in front of you - groaning at the fact you may fail the assignment.

A tentative pat on your shoulder makes you snap your head up. To see the boy you’ve been constantly avoiding standing behind the checkout desk.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He had a name-tag on - Harry. He honestly looked a bit out of place. Harry appeared to be a frat boy. He was still had a boyish air about him but an intensity that was unmatchable.

He didn’t look like he would work in the library. He looked like...well he looked like he would be a beer pong referee or something.

You couldn’t see below his torso but he had a plain black snapback on and a vintage Elton John concert tee. A cross necklace dangling over the worn shirt.

You smile, embarrassed, but reply, “Just being dramatic. I can’t find a book and I was waiting here.”

There’s mirth in his eyes when he points to the bell,��Did you ring the bell?”

Your brows furrow, “I did.”

“Well I can’t hear it, I’m deaf,” he deadpans with a straight face and a dry sense of humor.

You roll your eyes, laughing nervously, “I didn’t know you were working!”

“What do you need?”

He helps you locate the book in two minutes flat before checking you out and you rushing home to finish the homework.

You felt bad ignoring your little sister’s FaceTime calls but you promised to call her back tomorrow. 

***

Though once again, you hadn’t interacted with Harry since last week - you constantly found yourself studying his stoic profile or fast moving fingers.

You would never befriend Harry because you feel bad for him - like he presumed. You enjoyed American Sign Language and it actually made you feel back at home.

You’re little sister was born completely deaf. She was much younger than you - eight years old. Fifteen years apart to be exact. You learned the language along with her and your parents.

When you were at home and your sister was there - you guys tried to only sign so she didn’t feel left out. So Harry felt like home - a little despite his completely off-putting demeanor. It made you a little bit more persistent than with any other frat boy.

***

The bulletin board in your advisor’s office caught your eyes. None of the little tabs ripped off in interest.

‘Student with ASL experience and above a 3.5 GPA needed for tutoring sessions - twice weekly. $16 dollars an hour.’

After your meeting, you tugged the little scrap of paper off and tuck it into your pocket. You couldn’t know for sure if it was Harry but you didn’t know of any other deaf students in the program.

You say ‘fuck it’ and type out an email to the advisor of academic affairs and accommodations to throw your hat in the ring.

***

You don’t hear back for three days - nearly forgetting about it in the mean time. Your eyes scan quickly over the email to grant you the position. They include contact information for no other than Harry Styles.

After psyching yourself out a little and a few paces across your kitchen tiles - you text him.

Hey! I’m your new assigned tutor. Would you like to set up a time and place? As well as what kind of help you’re looking for.

The reply text comes shortly after

Hello, thank you very much. I am just in need of hearing ears. I am deaf and have a hard time keeping up with the my professor. I have begun recording the lectures in hope that you can sign then to me.

Sure thing. That won’t be a problem!

I live in Alpha Sigma on 3rd street. I have my own room. I’d rather not have the tutoring session in public. However, if that makes you uncomfortable - we can figure something out.

You take a minute to debate. You understand why this would be a task too loud for the library and why he’d want privacy. You didn’t feel like I’d be uncomfortable with him.

I saw twice a week so does Tuesday and Thursday at seven work?

Sounds great. Thank you again x

Did he know it was me? Was he expecting it to me?

***

He was definitely not expecting you. You automatically knew that by the way his friendly smile dissipated into a frown when he opened the door for you.

You attempted to look nice today without trying too hard. A loose crop top with the university’s name, a pair of tight black leggings, bulky white socks bunched at your ankles, and white sneakers. Very 80’s.

You try to keep your composure, “Hi Harry, I’m going to be your tutor.”

He slowly nods at you, huffing out a breathe of irritation before inviting you into the frat house.

You’d only been here once or twice for a party so you had no idea what the house actually looked like when there weren’t bodies and booze everywhere.

He’s walking you past a group of boys playing FIFA on the flatscreen in the living room, white claws open everywhere.

“Y/N! Hey babe!” You look over to see Niall - one of your good friends from your part-time job at the bookstore - trotting over to you guys.

The blonde pulls you into an overexcited hug. He reminded you of a cuddly, soft puppy dog most of the time.

“Are you Harry’s little tutor?” Niall coos, leaning over to pinch Harry’s cheek. 

Harry- who was observing the conversation, focusing in on our lips, immediately bats his friend away. A small scowl forming on his face.

It automatically turns into a playful brawl where Niall tugs Harry into headlock. But he has no strength on the brunette.

Harry turns out of it quickly and pushes Niall to the ground. He straddles his stomach and begins to jokingly pinch and slap at him.

Niall hisses, “Ouch! You motherfucker! Big oaf!”

Then you don’t know why you find this endearing but Niall signs the word, “uncle” a few times to signal he’s accepted his lost.

The fact that they wrestle so much that Niall learned to sign how to give up made you giggle more than it should.

Harry crawls off of him, running a hand through his messy curls, his face a little flushed.

“I’ll talk to you later!” You tell Niall as your trailing behind Harry up a flight of stairs.

His room is extremely neat. A fluffy navy comfort decorated his bed with a few photos of flowers and nature on his wall. A tidy desk tucked away in the corner that had all of his school work loaded on top of it.

He chooses to sit in his desk chair, motioning for you to perch on his bed. You look at him expectantly when he pulls out the tape recorder and sets it on the surface.

He pulls his laptop into his lap and begins signing, “I need you to transcribe the lecture for me so I can follow it. We can skip through the bits where he is rambling or off topic.”

You nod, letting him know to begin whenever he’s ready. He presses the side button and the recording starts but it super unclear and garbled.

“Did you record this from your seat?” You ask, the professors words nearly inaudible and fuzzy.

“Yes.”

“You need to bring it to the front of the room. Ask Dr. Morrison  to lay it on his desk before class. I can’t hear anything but static and mumbles,” You tell him.

He laughs and shakes his head. His movements rough and angry, “Of course its fucked up. I get you as my tutor and then the recorder is shit.”

You glare at him, offended as you haven’t done anything to this boy. “Excuse me? I’ve literally been trying to help since I’ve meet you. What is your fucking issue?”

“I’m not a charity case! I don’t need you to feel bad for me. I’m not helpless! You’re probably just a silly little girl who took ASL in high school because it was cool and trendy. Go back to focusing on psych.”

“Fuck you, Harry,” Your gestures getting sharper and your face sour, “You know nothing about me so don’t act like you do. I don’t feel bad for you or think that you’re helpless.” You put up a hand and tell him to not talk.

“I was just being nice because I thought you were handsome and at first, seemed friendly. It turns out you’re just like every douchebag frat boy I’ve met. What a disappointment,” You chuckle, swinging your bag on your shoulder and storm out of the room without another look.

***

The cafe was jammed packed - it was Waffle Wednesday. You had said waffles in your tray and were about to plop down on a stool when you hear your name being called.

“C’mere, come sit with us!” He hollers over the commotion of the crowd. Niall.

You’re about to decline when some dude slips behind you and snags the stool. Shit.

A bit unwillingly you slide into the booth next to Niall, cracking open your sparkling water. “Mates, this is Y/N, we work at the store together and she’s Harry’s tutor,” he tells them. “Y/N, this is Liam and Louis.”

“Hello,” you try your best to come off as friendly even though you can feel Harry’s glare on the side of your face. You ended up falling to easy conversation with the boys. Niall has a very limited ASL vocabulary but tries.

The boys are also trying to talk slower and more pronounced so Harry can watch and understand. A couple of times he taps Niall on the wrist to repeat what was going on.

Your phone begins buzzing and you apologize for the interruption. It’s your little sister, Mazie, FaceTiming.

You answer the phone with a frown, signing “Aren’t you suppose to be in school?”

Mazie looks upset, eyes a little watery. She gestures back, “I left early. I’m sick.”

“Are you really sick or where you getting bullied again?” You asks her.

Your sister hesitates before sniffling, “You already know. I hate my school.” 

Mazie has had other children bully her for her disability since she started preschool and it as still happening in fourth grade.

“What can I do to help?” You frown, never wanting to see your baby sister cry.

You chat for a few minutes to help her calm down. When the phone call ends, you don’t realize that all the boys were watching you in interest. Harry in particular, keeps his focus on you with a wrinkled forehead.

“My sister’s deaf,” You tell them. The whole time you’ve been sitting with them you’ve been signing and verbally speaking to help everyone be able to be included in the conversation.

“That’s sick!” Louis says, smacking Harry’s arm. “Just like our lad Harry.” 

Harry grumbles when Louis shakes him a little. It seems like the boys loved to physically interact with Harry which was endearing.

Harry allows him to for a moment before he flicks his cheek hard and laughs when Louis flinches. The conversation goes back to normal.

***

Harry jogs up to you after your group shares farewells and a few punches. You pointedly ignore him as you trek to the class you two have together so it’s not like he can’t walk this way too.

“Please, wait,” Harry asks. He walks in front of you.

“What do you want?” You huff, keeping my glare firm and directed alley at him.

“I’m sorry. I made the wrong assumption.”

“You made a lot of wrong assumptions. The fact that you think of me so lowly is sad. I’ve been nothing but nice,” You try not to focus on his large palms that curve over the caps of your shoulders.

“I’m not very trusting of people.”

You snort rather unattractively, “No kidding”

“Can we please start over?” He asks, stepping back to give you space. He didn’t realize how close he’d been standing to you until your hair wisps across his nose.

“One more chance, Styles.”

Harry lays a hand on your upper arm and squeeze lightly before signing the simple gesture of ‘thank you.’

***

It turns out Harry is very handsy and physically affectionate. It wasn’t creepy though or something that ever made you feel uncomfortable.

You were still tutoring him but you hung around the frat with Harry nearly everyday. The days you just wanted to lay in bed resulted in a grumpy FaceTime from Harry.

Harry once stated during a tutoring session, “It is easier for me to show how I’m feeling with touch than words. If I ever make you uncomfortable - please tell me and I will stop.”

You smile slyly at his words that sounded more like a question, asking if he can touch you. “I guess I’ll let you feel me up every now in again.”

He giggles and looks down wolfishly - like an entertaining thought is dancing around in his mind.

You tuck your finger under his chin to gaze at you. “In all seriousness, I give you my consent to show your feelings with physical touch. I trust you and know you won’t do anything to make me uncomfortable.”

The curly-haired brunette smiles happily, his hand cupping the side of your neck and brushing over your pulse point.

He hadn’t touched you here before and it seems like it was his first goal to do so once he got permission. You can’t help but take in a deep gasp of air. You prayed he didn’t notice but by the small lift of his lips he did.

The simple touch made a flame of arousal swirl in your lower stomach. You felt like you were about to start sweating.

“Anyways,” You clear your throat and snatch back up the recorder. It now had better quality after Harry listened to you about placement.

***

The frat house was ridiculously full of drunk college students. Everybody on the dance floor was sweaty and sticky with a variety of different substances.

Niall had invited you - so you were searching about for him. Pushing through the crowd and nobody was able to hear you say ‘excuse me.’

You finally found fresh air in the backyard where beer pong and cornhole were set up. Niall was tossing his ball across the table, trying to splash in Liam’s red solo cups.

Harry was sitting on a cushioned patio chair, watching the game commence. Maybe he was a beer pong referee after all. 

He looked so fucking good tonight. He had a yellow snapback taming his curls - backwards of course. A black Rage Against the Machine shirt and his signature black skinny jeans. **

You made eye contact and were about to wave when a girl plopped down in the seat across from him.

Awkwardly you turn away, greeting the other boys and taking a seat in a lawn chair to watch them start their third round of the game.

Your eyes keep darting over to Harry who is staring blankly at the girl. She starts stroking his biceps and tracing across the tattoos like they belong to her.

Harry is attempting to let her know he’s not interested. His signs uselessly as she’s staring at his lips and not hands.

You’re moving before you know it, without another thought, you squeeze in between the two - separating them. You dramatically slide into his lap, funnily enough one strong arm wrapping happily around your middle.

The pretty blonde pouts out her lips, “Is he your boyfriend?”

Before you’re able to reply, Harry signs the obvious signal for ‘yes’ to the girl. Then rudely makes the shooing gesture. She’s up with a huff and stomping back towards the house.

Harry turns you sideways on his lap so that you two can see each other’s hands, “You saved me.”

“You’re just such a stud, have to protect you,” You joke - but not really.

He raising his eyebrows and smiles, “You were jealous.” It was a statement not a question.

You blush wildly, avoiding eye contact which you know he hates. He hates anytime you cut off ways of communication.

Harry taps your lips until you look up at him, “it’s really fucking sexy when you are.” A perk of sign language. He could dirty talk just about anywhere and mostly no one would ever know.

His thumb drags on your full bottom lip, signing clumsily with one hand so you had to use context clues to piece it together “Don’t think I forgot when you called me handsome a few months ago.”

“I don’t remember, doesn’t sound like me,” You boldly lie, snickering and nipping at the top of his thumb

His eyes become a shade darker when your teeth meet his skin. He presses his thumb further in until it’s in-between your teeth. The moment is broken when Niall screams, “Styles! You’re up next!”

**

You and Harry become separated after you spent nearly two hours watching all these drunk boys play beer pong. Harry was ridiculously good at the game and only had to drink two cups from the table.

You had wandered back into the house where the party had died down. There were only a handful of stragglers left but mostly just the fraternity brothers and their close friends.

With a fresh alcoholic seltzer in your hand - you didn’t trust open bottles at parties like this - you gaze at Harry through the back window.

Harry was being jumped by Liam and Niall. He was snarling playfully as Liam toppled them all over into the grass. Niall tries to stand up but Harry’s hand wraps around his ankle and makes him fall right back on his bum with a girlish squeal.

Niall leans over to give Harry a wet-willy but Liam manages to throw a plastic cup directly at Niall’s forehead. Harry and the other boys dissolve in childish giggles. Faces red from laughter and liquor. You feel a smile painted fondly on your lips from watching them.

“Hey, Y/N right?” A voice interrupts from behind.

You spin to face a guy you barely recognize from a previous class you shared. You smile nonetheless, “Hi...”

“Jake, Jake from Social Constructs and Society last semester.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” You smile and allow him to talk your ear off because you struggle to say ‘no.’ He was fine, nothing special, typical business major who thought he was hot shit because his daddy owned a golf course he wanted to take you to.

It was a normal conversation until his voice gets lower as if he’s trying to be more seductive, “Want to head to a room with me?” He nods towards the staircase.

You chuckle in disbelief at his bold and forward question. “No thank you, I’m good.” You really had eyes for one person right now and he was currently cussing out Niall in sign language in the backyard before tackling him once again to the ground.

“C’mon, I can really show you a good time,” He persuades persistently, stepping into your space - causing your nervousness to spike.

“I said - no thank you,”You bite out, starting to feel scared when he blocks your way out of the kitchen and presses himself against you and the counter.

“You’re really something gorgeous, you know?” He asks, ignoring my struggles to get away from him.

“Stop touching me!” You scream, hoping Niall or one of the boys would hear your wail. He puts a hand up to your mouth to muffle you but that only results in you biting him.

“Fucking bitch!” He cries out, pulling his hand back and winding up to either punch or slap you right in the face. You prepare for the impact.

Then in a blink off an eye, it becomes a blur, a muscular figure is crashing into Jake with full force and knocking him straight into the linoleum floor with a loud crash.

It’s Harry. Broad shoulders and thick but lean tattooed biceps. He’s standing over the harasser and drops on top of him. It shouldn’t look as graceful and tactful as it does.

You’d never seen anything like this from Harry before. Once you really got to know him - he was a gentle giant who liked romantic comedies, soft blankets, and vanilla cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles.

Harry’s fist is repeatedly connecting with the dark-haired boy’s jaw with full force. The only noise is from Jake as Harry is dead silent but his eyes zeroed in on the target.

When blood begins gushing from the man’s nose - Niall and Liam decide it times to physically pull Harry up. Harry had a slight red mark on his jaw when Jake had managed one punch before being defeated quickly.

Harry signs to Niall, “Tell him.”

Niall places his foot on the dude’s chest to keep him down, “My mate wants to let you know if you touch her again we’re not going to pull him off and he’ll gladly beat you to a fucking pulp.”

Jake groans, clutching his nose to stop the bleeding, “Fuckin’ asshole.” 

You were still blown away as you watch Harry’s heaving chest as he glares down at the boy. His fist clenched and knuckle bloody and swollen. Harry’s attention turns towards you. His furious expression melts into worry. You can read his face so clearly. He’s afraid he’s scared you off.

It was hard to believe you had this drop dead gorgeous frat boy defending you past midnight on a Friday night. A boy who didn’t need to hear but just to see you needed help to step in.

All your desires and lusts after the man in front of you burst like a rubber-band and the urge to have him felt uncontrollable. “Take me upstairs,” you demand quickly, arousal creeping up your spine.

He doesn’t understand you’re extremely turned on. Instead he looks like a kicked dog who’s about to get in trouble again.

Nevertheless, he takes your hand and maneuvers out of the kitchen and up the stairs until his bedroom door is closed.

Harry lips are turned down unhappily as he begins, “I’m sorry, love. I...” he pauses a moment before continuing. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I hope you don’t think less of me.”

You look him dead in the eye and sign, “Kiss me.”

He blinks slowly at you like he just hallucinate the gestures.

So you repeat your motions, slow and with intent, “Kiss me, touch me, do something.” No more time is wasted as he is stepping in front of you and cupping your face in his hands.

Without any hesitation now, he pressing a bruising kiss to your lips - taking your bottom one between his and sucking.

Your hands are immediately tugging at the hem of his vintage shirt, pulling apart to bring it over his head. Dark ink decorates his torso, for some reason something you weren’t expecting. A butterfly on his abdomen, two fern branches, tattoos on his side.

Harry chuckles, “This is new to me.”

Your eyes go wide and you sign, “You’re a virgin?”

Harry snorts and rolls his eyes before telling you, “God no. I mean I’ve never been able to really communicate during sex.”

Then before You can speak, he cuts in a bit frantically, “I’ve always gotten consent - not like that. I mean-“ You cut him off with a kiss - knowing he would never do anything you didn’t want.

You wanted everything from him.

“If you’d believe it, I like a bit of dirty talk when I fuck - but no one understands what I’m saying,” He tries to crack a joke but for some reason seems insecure and nervous.

“Hey,” You take his chin so he shyly meets your eye, “I can’t wait to hear it - you’ve already made me so wet.” His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas.

“You’re such a good girl,” he signs before tugging off your shirt and instantly finding your lips again. His hands are skillful as they unclasp your bra without any struggle and tosses it.

You tugs a bit as his hair to show your enjoyment as his tongue finds your nipple - lapping before taking it between his teeth. As good as it feels, you want him to feel even better.

You push him back until he’s sitting in the edge of the bed, legs spread and hands behind him on either side holding him up. Jaw clenched with arousal and restraint.

He’s pressed against the zipper of his jeans. And all you wanted to do was see him in all of his glory. You’re quick to undo the button and determined to get the finicky zipper down as well.

His fingers come beneath your chin until you’re looking at his sparkling eyes, a look of lust made his lids a little droopier and his mouth slack from heavy-breathing.

“Are you sure you want to? You don’t have to - I want to eat your pussy either way, pet,” He signs, leaning in for a slow, wet kiss.

You sign back with a pout, “Shut the fuck up.” He huffs out a laugh, letting go of your chin and wrapping a hand in your hair to keep it out of your face.

As soon as he’s helping you wriggle his briefs and jeans down his narrow hips, you’re met with the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen.

When you make eye contact with Harry, he raises a eyebrow and grins cockily, “Is it nice enough for your liking, love?”

You nod breathlessly - wasting no more time before ducking down to take him to your mouth, a slight burning in your throat from how big he is.

His hands keep ahold of your hair, thumbs pressed against your temples as you bob down his length with sloppy, warm licks.

Harry’s moaning as you pop off to kiss and suck at the underside of him, hands coming to cup and roll his balls. It is a few moments later when he taps your cheek to get your attention, one hand leaving his hair to sign that he’s close.

Your mouth speeds up, wanting to give him all the pleasure you could. Your hand coming to stroke at what couldn’t fit in your mouth, pumping quickly.

Before you know it, Harry’s rutting his hips upwards and coming with a long, deep moan from the rumbles of his chest. He’s pulling you up into his lap, pressing appreciative kisses to your cheeks and jawline.

Big hands palming at your breasts before slipping down into your leggings, brushing softly over your mound. 

You whine and hitch forward to grind against his palm as soon as he cups you. He smiles widely at your desperation, pressing the heel of his palm harder against you to create more pressure.

You were already so wet and turned on that it wasn’t going to take much. The ball of your climax was burning low in your tummy. However, you wanted him to taste you like he said he would.

You sign, “I’m close. Please, I want your mouth on me.”

With that, he’s flipping you until you’re laid out on the bed. His hands tugging off your leggings and underwear with no further ado. “Holy shit,” He gestures, gazing all over your body and not stopping on one spot for too long.

“What?” You ask, fishing for the compliments you know he’s about to shower you in.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” he signs, dimples popping in his cheeks and a curious finger traces your entrance before dipping in.

You lightly kick at his stomach, “Get on me.” He pouts, crooking his finger against your spot before pulling it out. Fucking tease.

Then his face is disappearing between your spread thighs and a strong lick is delivered from your clit all the way down to your bum.

Since he can’t hear you, you grabs handfuls off his hair. Tugging at the roots, scratching your nails into his scalp to let him know how good he is. So fucking good.

When you accidentally buck your hips hard against his mouth, you curse and run a apologetic hand through the locks. He doesn’t look up at you but lift a hand and signs, “Again.”

You absolutely whine, begging to ride him with determination - climax on the brink. He hums causing vibrations on the sensitive nerves. With that, your hips are meeting his tongue and you’re coming. His face dampening with your release - happy as a clam when he pops back up.

You can’t remember the sign for condom, so you sign, “Protection?” Harry understands right away, rustling through the drawer until he finds a stray packets, “It’s been awhile.”

“Same,” You gestures - watching as he slides it down his length and crawls overtop of you. He was pink and swollen - having to be a bit sensitive from just coming a little while ago.

“Ready, love?” He asks, pressing soft kisses to your jawline. You nod, reaching down to guide him in.

And you weren’t lying, it had been a while and he was big. The stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, just a lot. But his wet, open-mouth kisses made you stay grounded.

Harry’s moans were absolutely obscene as he slide all the way in before stopping to give you a moment. His arms strong, holding himself over you. The cold metal of his necklaces brushing against your tight nipples.

When you have him the okay, he begin giving you deep, hard strokes on each thrust. His noises so loud they had to be able to hear them downstairs. They were deep and low - rumbling in his chest with pleasure.

Then his hand is coming to your throat. For a wild moment you thought he was going to choke you but instead he rest it lightly, palm flat.

It takes you a moment - then it hits you.

Holy fuck. He is feeling the vibrations of your moans - erupting from your vocal cords. Feeling out the movement from your throat so he can feel how much you’re enjoying it.

You should be embarrassed but you can’t find it in you when you come again right on the spot. His fingertips nudging into the skin to feel the intensity as it wracks through you.

When you’re done riding out your orgasm, he reaches for the headboard behind you with his other hand, gripping it tightly as he begins to pound in with all his strength.

The bedframe is hitting the wall so loud that the whole house must be able to hear it. Hitting with every directed thrust until his mouth is dropping down into a long, timbred moan and he’s coming.

---

Later, when the two are you have settled for the night in the warmth of his bed. Harry seems a little nervous, once again. It takes him a moment to meet your eyes and brushes a strand of hair off your forehead.

“What is it?” You ask, tucked into his side. His body so solid and comforting.

“It’s corny,” Harry frowns, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes flash across your face.

“Tell me,” You insist, bringing his hand to your lips to kiss his fingertips.

“I feel like you were made for me. Like...we were meant to be together,” Harry signs, hesitant to share his thoughts. But it doesn’t scare you away. You can’t help but agree.

“I think so too,” You reply before pressing another kiss to his puffy pink lips.

[snzunii]

— SEE YOU AGAIN [23]

+ summary. in which you and sanzu are in a very chaotic marriage.

+ tags. romance, fluff, heavy (?) angst, modern au, smau, arrange marriage au, college setting, use of profanities, eventual smut, 18+

+ note. hello uhm chapter 23 ig? HSJSAHHS IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT HERE IT IS MUWAH MUWAH ily all <3 thanks to @r-indou and @manjiroro for always listening to me ramble abt SYA askjhshjhjsda cant write this without them LMAO

+ status. on-going.

+ masterlist.

ONE WEEK AFTER.

“Did you sleep at all?”

“No. Could you tell?”

Kakucho chuckled as he sat beside you, how could he not tell when you have two bags under your eyes. You look like you didn't get a wink of sleep for the rest of the month. Your hair was disheveled and you look like you’re going to faint any second.

You didn't get any sleep last night since you were waiting for Haruchiyo to come home, it slipped your mind that you had something else to do and now you’re rushing it. Really, how could you let this happen? But you know you would achieve nothing if you scold yourself so you set that aside and just actually did your task.

“I really could.” he said and placed a bag of sandwich in front of you, “I guess you didn't eat too?”

“Mhm.” you just answered as you set all your things aside—leaning your head on the desk and closing your eyes while you face Kakucho. “Wake me up after ten minutes. I need to finish this, ‘m just gonna sleep for a bit. I’ll eat that later, thanks Kaku.”

Kakucho just sighed as he angled himself to cover you from the sunlight, he was observing you as you slept in the most uncomfortable place here in the university but he guessed you had no choice. It has been, what, one or two weeks since you last talked to your husband?

You just spent all the time trying to make up with Haruchiyo and Senju but they aren't talking to you, still. And now, you have a lot on your plate. You can't exactly focus when the two of the most important people in your life aren't talking to you.

“Kaku.”

“Hm?”

“I miss him.” you mumbled, “After he came home, I waited outside his bedroom last night. But I didn't knock at all. ‘s so funny, I want him to talk to me but… I don't know. I’m giving him all the time he needs. Is he going to ignore me for three years too?”

“Don’t think so. Just give him more time.” Kaku said and tapped your shoulder, “You said you’ll sleep.”

“I can’t.” you opened your eyes and sat straight up. “Might as well finish this.”

You were about to type on your laptop once again but Kakucho kind of snatched it away from you and before you could even protest—he was already typing away. “Take a nap. I’ll do this for you, we also did this you know.”

“But I can’t sleep—”

“Then eat.”

…

“Senju, come on.” you hold onto her arm before she could even go away. She has been ignoring you as well after she knew what happened. You can’t really blame her for feeling this way, out of three of them she’s the closest to their father but if she just listened to you that you didn’t know anything about that matter.

She looked away, “I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“Can you just let me talk?” you said and flicked her forehead causing her eyes to widen—giving you a did you just flicked my forehead look. “I’m so exhausted, Senju. So fucking listen to me, I didn’t know shit about your father. Okay? If I knew then I would have told you.”

Senju frowned but then her facial expression softened. “Fine. I guess. Now, let me go.”

That was fast.

The melancholic look on your face faded a bit when Senju sat beside you, “So, we’re okay?”

“Yeah. We’re okay. I’m still mad but… I love you.” she said and pulled you for a hug, you were relieved. Of course, you are. You know Senju, you had some petty fights with her when you were kids and she always tells you this. She’s mad but she’ll hug you. That’s what she always does.

You just hope her brother’s like this too. But you don't even know why your husband’s such a tough nut to crack. You get that what you did was wrong but if he just listened to you.

You were about to pull away from Senju but she held onto you—not long, you were hearing her sniff. “Takeomi had a fight with Dad last night. Everything’s not okay.”

“I’m sorry.” you whispered as you tapped her back, “Everything’s going to be alright.”

“I hope so.” she pulled away from you, “Haruchiyo’s still not talking to you? He doesn't answer mom’s calls either.”

You just responded to Senju with a nod. To be honest, you can barely see him in your house these past few days. It’s either he’s out with his friends or he’s locked himself up in his room. You’re dying to talk to him but you had to give him time.

It’s just that you don't know for how long.

“Okay but now I really have to go. I have my class in like fifteen minutes.”

You chuckled and gave her one last hug before letting her go, “But we’re okay, right?”

“Yeah. Okay, we’re okay. Let me go. If I get marked I’ll get mad at you again.”

“Just makin’ sure.” you smiled, Senju just rolled her eyes and ran to her building while you're left in the student lounge. Hina, Emma and Yuzuha still have their classes, that's why you were left alone doing your tasks. You were about to walk out from the lounge when Haruchiyo entered with his friends.

There’s this urge to go and pull him aside but that was shot down when he just glanced at you for a bit and continued on talking with Koko as if you aren't there or as if you’re just some stranger to him.

So, is this what he wanted?

He was like a completely different person to you. You couldn't even recognize who he is even if you stared at him and you know what’s funny to you is—this is the longest that you get to see him after a week and he’s not even looking your way.

The feeling inside your chest was getting old, you figure you should be used to this but how can you get used to this? Is there no fixing this ever?

You had no choice but to look away and go about your day. Even if it’s hard, not to see him smile at you. Not to feel his arms wrapped around you when you wake up.

You get it. He’s hurting and he needs to figure things out. It doesn't even matter that you were hurting, as long as he comes back to you. He will, right?

You sighed and picked your things up as you made your way out of the lounge. Every step was heavy for you, it felt like there’s a huge chain wrapped around your heart.

And he’s got the key to set your heart free.

“Hey.”

You stopped walking when you heard that familiar voice behind you—that voice that always makes your heart beat rapidly, that gets your heart working a bit more than it’s supposed to. Slowly, you turned around and saw his figure towering over you.

And the next thing you knew, your face was buried on his chest as he pulled you close to him, arms wrapped your body so tight as if you’ll go and slip from him if he ever let you go. “Haru…?”

“I miss you so much.”

[kyokiou]

Train Station | I: The Inebriating Perfume.

Summary: After a feel weeks, Cho Sang-woo could forget everything; except that sweet scent of her.

Information: Hello, my lovely readers! First of all, I'm so sorry it took so long. I've been so busy and didn't had time for writing. Hope you haven't given up on me. 🥺 Anyway, have fun! This chapter was made with a lot of love. 💖

Texts in italics are memories or thoughts!

Warnings: Slight smut (sexual tension and abstinence); fluffy. A bit of angst. | This fanfiction will have some dark content in the future chapters. Read at your own risk. +18 only, please.

Tag list: @xiernia; @thefanficmonster; @theclassycandy.

The shower water was pouring above his head as he incessantly thought about Y/N. Was almost time to work, and Sang-Woo wasn’t totally awake yet. The warm water ran down on his naked body, his muscles relaxing slowly, not even noticing the time passing. With his mouth slight open and his closed eyes, there was him, remembering that uncommon end of the day.

“Thank you for the conversation, Mr. Cho”, she said, a bit shy, but never stopping that beautiful smile of hers. “You made me happier today”

Why can’t he simply forget about her, a strange woman he met on a train station? For an unknown reason, she had been on his thoughts since last weekend – suddenly, because on the other days he could barely remember her name, although the good sensations were unforgettable. Already passed three weeks since the first and last time he saw her.

But was the way her words touched him. The way her smile made something burn in his chest, the way her scent made him inebriate.

These pretty, sweet lips.

“Y/N...”, he said in a whisper. He could be in negation, but probably was missing her. Sometimes, he was startled by the sudden memory of her scent, as if she were beside him. He has a funny thought about it – which is ironic, because he's not into these types of belief. But thinking she was a ghost, spirit or even an illusion makes sense. He's so much lonely. Maybe was going crazy. At least, is what his mother would say.

He smiled, finally opening his pretty eyes. Turned off the shower and began to dry his body, first on his abdomen and slowly lowered his hand until he reached that part he had not touched for a while. Fuck, how he wanted to be stimulated right now. He didn't had sex was few months, because he's too busy with work to go out on a date with someone. Now, he's certain feeling the symptoms of it.

Well, but he couldn't jerk-off right now. He must be presentable to teach for more than ten hours. And remembering it just pisssed him off. He sighed, while looking at the mirror. Gently, he passed the hand through his wet hair; and then, went to his room. Sang-Woo was dressed properly: the traditional and formal suit. This style of dressing is one of his outstanding features.

Looked at the clock. 6 AM. Already ready, was time to go working.

“Sometimes I feel like... The time is passing too fast, Mr. Cho”, Y/N told him. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I do. There’s something in particular that bothers you?”, he asked. She looked a bit startled because of his question. Sang-Woo was going to apologize, then she spoke first.

“Uhn, uhn... People says that I-I'm too much... quiet. It interferes with my... relationships.”

She said nervously. And then he understood what she was trying to say. But, of course, pretending not to. Smiling, just said:

“It’s okay, girl. Everything in its time. But never stop being yourself, you’re lovely.”

He could even remember the way she lowered her head, adorably shy with the compliment. This gesture happens frequently, he noticed. And loved it.

After a few hours of class, it was finally time for lunch. Being a professor is not so easy. Fortunately, Cho Sang-Woo is incredibly patient, intelligent and exceptional in everything he does. His intelligence, elegance and gentle personality draws a lot of attention, that's undeniable. Frequently, even the women working at the university flirted with him. And always, like a busy man, he politely declined the many filthy invitations.

Walking through the university corridors during his break, there were so many students that it was impossible not to bump into each other. With apologizes here and there, a familiar silhouette passed briefly by his side, like a flash of light. Sang-Woo saw its hair moving from the wind and the movement. And then, he smelled that scent.

His heart raced. Y/N’s scent. Couldn’t be just a remembrance now, could it?

He looked around, and saw nothing that he could recognize.

Jesus, I’m going crazy.

Again, he stood still because of her, staring at nothing. He was in a cold sweat, with a strange anxiety, his eyes wide open. Sang-Woo might never understand why he has been feeling these things due to a stranger. Maybe he truly believed now she's a ghost.

“Professor Cho, are you okay?”, his student asked when saw Cho Sang-Woo acting unusually. He snapped back to reality, realizing that he was yet on the corridor.

“Y-Yes, I am. Thank you.”

“Miss Y/L/N, how your project is going?”, Y/N’s teacher asked her. “Is everything okay with it?”

“Yes. Everything perfect, as expected.”

Y/N is the student who represents her class. Despite taking people's opinions into consideration, she chose to study something she really loves. And she dedicated herself to that, as joining the SNU was not easy. Society is very competitive and after many sleepless nights of hard study, she finally managed to enter the university of her dreams.

“So, please, give me the report at the end of class.”

Y/N assented, paying attention at the clock. Her class were organizing a debate and it will be presented on the yard of the college. Y/N barely started to organize and was already tired. These events always drain her energy. Fortunately, the weekend is coming and she will have time to rest. She was intending to visit someone who’s special for her, too.

But the days are always looking the same. Oh, she deluded herself when thought meeting that man of a train could change her life. Because she felt different emotions at that day. And God forgive it, but Y/N really thinks that Sang-Woo is hot as hell.

And she blushed because of thinking about it. What a perverted! He’s probably the same age as my father!

The day was almost ending and was possible to notice the twilight through the large windows of the college. Y/N hurried to get to the staff room, hoping that at least one of her teachers would there. Her small boots heels were tinkling as she walked quickly, starting to feel desperate. It is an important document.

Finally, she arrived to the staffroom. Y/N sighed and she bowed respectfully, not even checking who was there or not.

“Here’s the report. I’m sorry I deliver it so late”.

When she returned to posture, she saw him. She almost dropped the documents. It was him. Cho Sang-Woo. She couldn't believe her eyes. What was he doing there? He was supposed to be one of those people you see once and never again.

And Sang-Woo got shocked too. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating at all. They looked at each other for long seconds, in silence. He was sitting next to her teacher at a table, enjoying a coffee.

“Hello, Ms. Y/N?”, the voice of the teacher woke her up from her shock. Y/N not even noticed her before, but gave to her the document and said goodbye quickly.

She ran to the university exit gate, still in shock. Stopped for a while to take a deep breath, and then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Y/N?”

She turned around, and it really was him. Y/N didn't know what she was feeling at the moment, but felt a strange urge to hug him tightly. Of course, she controlled herself not to do it.

“M-Mr. Cho... What you’re doing in h-”

“I work here, Miss Y/N. I’m a professor”, he said, with an evident anxiety. They both were nervous and scared by the situation. “And you are a student... right?”

“Yes, Mr. Cho.”

“I didn't know that. I’m surprised with that... weird fate.”

“Me too, Mr. Cho.” Y/N said, and they were again on that familiar silence. They wanted to tell a lot of things to each other, but no one had enough courage. Sang-Woo couldn’t stop admiring her innocent eyes. She seems so sweet like that.

“I’m going to the train station. Will you join me, Miss Y/N?”, Sang-Woo finally asked, already disturbed by the silence.

“Y-Yes! Yes. I’m going too. Will be nice!”

And they walked together to their destination. They took a train, but haven’t talked so much this time. Weren’t uncomfortable, although. Both were a good company to each other.

Well, but he really wanted to make her laugh, saying he just abandoned his car at the parking lot today.

[ijustwant2write]

Call Me By My Name-Pietro Maximoff x Powers!Reader

(GIF credit to @dailymarvelposts​)

Tags: @bloodorangemoonlight​ @amirahiddleston​

Requested by @husherstan​ : ‘could you write a one w pietro maximoff? idk if you know about a trend on tik tok where a gf or bf call them partners by they first name. Reader and Pietro are enemies cuz them both are always trying to be the best of t team, reader calls him by others names and when she (or gn) calls by him real name he was like "why are you calling me like that? whats wrong with you? are you feeling bad today?" (and he likes her so fucking much, a simp)’

Characters: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Avengers team x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name   

(Character has the power of force fields, that both generate electricity and provide protection for them/others)  

Warnings: Name calling, bullying, arguing, fluff

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“For the last time, watch where you’re going Speedy Gonzales!” I snapped as Pietro almost knocked me over again.

His form whizzed around the room once more before stopping in front of me.“Maybe try keeping up next time.”

I was startled by the force he left behind as he ran off again making a show of circling the entire training room multiple times, creating a small wave of air. I groaned loudly as I went back to jogging. He was such a show off, it infuriated me. We weren’t here to compete against each other, we were supposed to be a team; but when he waltzed around the place boasting about how fast he was, it was really hard not to step up to the plate. 

Pietro was running faster than usual, trying to overlap me dozens of times, more than he would have done in a normal session. It got on my last nerve, making me stop, my powers already flowing through my arms. It would be hard to pinpoint him, so I charged up a huge ball of electricity, casting it out harshly. I just managed to catch him, laughing as he yelped out in surprise, being thrown high into the air before landing on the sparring mats. I saw him slowly get up, clearly I had caused some pain. My fun was soon ended as he ran towards me again, having to quickly put up a force field that would protect me. Pietro bounced off it, though I hadn’t put any charge in this one, so he only fell on his backside.

“Enough!” Wanda yelled out, though we still kept our guard up around each other.“Really (Y/N)? You can relax now.”

“I don’t trust him.” I replied.

She sighed.“Come on, Steve wants to talk about the mission.”

“Why? We debriefed three days ago.”

“Something to do with it being on the news.” she shrugged, walking away.

Pietro glanced back at me, looking me up and down before following his sister. However, he didn’t look at me with disgust or anything of the sort, it was almost as if he was checking me out. I tutted at myself, why on Earth would he ever look at me like that?

I wasn’t happy joining the meeting in my sweaty state.Everyone else was dressed and put together, but at least Pietro looked similar. The team was gathered around a table, looking to Steve who was stood at the front, his arms crossed over his chest. He had the look of disappointment on his face, which meant bad news for the rest of us...or whoever was in trouble. With no seats left, I copied Steve’s stance at the back of the room, rolling my eyes when Pietro stood beside me.

“Sorry to call you guys in on such short notice.” Steve started.“But I feel that we have to discuss something that’s starting to effect the team.”

He pulled up a screen showing the news. It had images and videos of our last mission. We were raiding an old factory on the edge of the city, finding a terrorist group hiding out there as they worked on their gadgets. News coverage showed the team fighting from a helicopter view, and we were all confused as to why Steve was showing us this.

“Fastest man alive,” Pietro repeated what the reporter said,“it has a nice ring to it.”

“I wouldn’t put that in your Tinder bio.” I quipped, causing a few chuckles.

Steve looked at me.“And this is why we’re here today.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.“What?”

“You and Pietro are always at each other’s throats. It’s...well frankly, it’s exhausting listening to you two arguing all the time. And it could seriously put someone in danger whilst on a mission, even you two.”

“He always starts it-”

Pietro held up a finger.“Hold on, you do too-”

“You’re just proving his point guys.” Natasha spoke over us.

“As I was saying,” Steve brought the attention back to him,“the media has also caught onto this. There’s multiple images of you two clearly arguing, or even getting in each others way during the mission. At one point, you’re both trying to save the same person, but almost miss that chance because you’re so invested in being better than the other!”

Steve was really mad, and from everyone else’s faces, they thought the same thing.

“So until all of this changes, you two are suspended from any missions.”

“What?!” we both exclaimed.

“And you may not approach any other team member for assistance with training.”

“Why are we both being punished?” I demanded to know.

“Oh, do not play the victim here Mrs Incredible!” Pietro snapped.

“Mrs Incredible is super stretchy, it’s the daughter who has the same powers as me, you idiot!”

“See? You’re further showing me that I made the right decision. I felt bad at first, but now I know that this is the right direction to go in.” Steve raised his voice.“You’re both dismissed.”

“Well, what are the rest of you doing?” Pietro dared to ask.

“We are going to go over all the planning we have done for upcoming missions. Everything has to change because of you two. Now please go.”

I held it together as I left the room, not wanting to appear like a toddler stomping away in a tantrum. It was impossible to get away from Pietro, what with him being ‘the fastest man alive’, but I was going to try. I didn’t need another argument right now, I was upset, needed to be alone. Apparently, I wasn’t going to get that.

“Leave me alone.” I warned Pietro as he followed me.

“I can’t believe this! They’ve kicked us off the team because you always have to say something-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And to think, they’re going to risk not having me on the team. I help them with everything, I’m a crucial part-”

“Pietro!” I shouted, spinning on my heel to face him. 

His eyes widened at that, glancing down to my clenched up fists, little electric sparks running over them, before looking me in my teary eyes. 

I sighed, relaxing my tense shoulders and hands before leaving. There was no point trying to explain. He wouldn’t understand. We would both get mad, probably fight, the team would have to break us up; I had no energy to do that. Slowly turning away, I was surprised by the silence that followed, Pietro didn’t even follow me. 

I checked the time on the lock screen of my phone, seeing that an hour had passed since I fled from Pietro. It also made me realise how dark the room had become, the sun would set in a few minutes. But I didn’t bother turning on any lights, instead leaning back again on the chair. I was sat in an empty lobby, it was a small room, facing the floor to ceiling window that showed the landscape that surrounded the headquarters. Besides just sitting here, I should have distracted myself. Perhaps put on a film, relax after training, something to take my mind off of things. Instead, I decided to sit with my thoughts.

“H-hey.” I heard Pietro quietly say from the doorway. 

Looking over my shoulder, I didn’t reply, facing the window again when he began walking towards me. He hesitantly turned on a lamp near us, sitting on the chair beside mine. Pietro also looked out of the window, clasping his hands together for a few seconds before fidgeting. I tried to ignore it, though after an hour of peace and nothingness, it became irritating quickly.

“Can you stop?” I blurted out.“Please?”

“Are you annoyed by everything I do?” he asked.

“Not...everything. I just...doesn’t matter, it’s not like you care anyway.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’m not falling for this Pietro.”

“Why are you saying my name?”

“What?”

“You never say my name. Actually, we never say each others names.”

“And why does that matter?”

“It just feels, it feels serious.”

“I mean, we’ve basically been kicked off the team, so yeah, it’s serious.”

“We’ve not been kicked off the team (Y/N).”

“We could be if we don’t get our act together.”

“It won’t go that far-”

“But it could! I can’t believe how calm you are about the whole thing.” I stood, distancing myself from him.“I’ve worked too hard for this. Imagine what would happen if word got out that I was disbanded from the Avengers because of a tiny argument, with a team member who is so narcissistic that he can’t put others before himself!”

I realised I had began ranting, stopping myself before I said anything else hurtful. But by the look of Pietro’s face, it was already too late.

“I...I’m sorry (Y/N).” he never broke eye contact.“And before you say anything, I mean it.”

“Pietro, I-”

“I can see how much this job means to you.”

“It’s my fault too. I always try to outdo you or challenge you.”

“No, don’t be humble.” he got out of his seat, standing in front of me.“It’s almost always my fault that we argue. And I hate myself for it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m usually very good with the ladies.” he grinned, though it disappeared when he realised it wasn’t time to joke.“But not around you apparently. It’s probably because you’re extremely strong and sure of yourself, and I go for a different type, the polar opposite to you.”

“Pietro, I...um...”

“I was really impressed by you when we first met. It made me nervous actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, all I can do is run really fast.”

“But, you’ve been on much more missions than I have. Doesn’t that say something?” I hung my head.

“Are you crazy? You’re not on those missions because they don’t need you.”

My head whipped up to see his smile drop.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant that those missions are for Avengers like me. The ones they can use over and over without worrying about them being too tired for the next one. What I’m trying to say is, you’re too important.”

“I never thought I would say this, but Pietro, you’re an important part of the team too. I always rose to your challenges because I felt I needed to prove something to the others. I was new, then I was accepted after all my relentless training, but when you and Wanda came along, I instantly became old news. And you didn’t even go through the rigorous regimes like I did, so I just assumed you were better than me.”

“It seems we were both wrong about each other. We were going through a lot of effort to outdo the other when we could have saved that energy for...well, anything else really.”

“Yeah. I suppose so.”

Pietro held his hand out.“Truce?”

I smiled up at him as I shook it.“Truce.”

A cheeky smirk appeared as he raised an eyebrow at me.“Let’s not tell the team about this just yet. I feel like there would be a lot of ‘I told you so’.”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

“And another thing.”

I noticed he was still holding my hand, though they were lowered now, and his grip wasn’t as firm.“Yes?”

“Can we start calling each other by our actual names?”

“I mean, I assumed we would anyway.”

“Oh, good. I just...”

“You just?”

“I just like the way it sounds when you say my name.”

[venusiangguk]

gold rush | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 5k+

>>warnings: oral (m/f), fingering (f), phone sex, normal sex, explicit sex, slapping tits, slapping, crying, degrading, dirty talk, all the sex stuff, jks a lil mean and condescending but it’s very cool and sexy

>>notes: hello! this is my first post on here :) it’s part of a longer scenario i’m just seeing how it’s received before posting the full length version~~

>>summary: jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you. 

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s a Saturday night and you’re laying in your boyfriends dorm room bed by yourself. You’re bored and alone because Jeongguk had an away tournament that was far enough to warrant a hotel for the weekend. Typically you would have tagged along like many of the students at your university, but you had had a test on Friday that you couldn’t miss. Which is why you found yourself wrapped in one of his t shirts, under his blanket scrolling absently through your phone not really paying attention to anything much, just going from app to app.

Due to the lack of anything better to do, you boredly slipped your hand under the waist band of your panties. Not particularly horny... just passing the time you would say. You casually ran your fingertips over your smooth lips before yanking your hand out, being struck with an idea. You quickly type a text to Jeongguk.

you :

hi

i’m touching myself rn

Short sweet and to the point. You nibble on your lip as you see the typing bubble pop up not even 5 seconds after it says ‘delivered’.

koo 🥴:

hi

pics ? 🥺

You roll your eyes. Two years of dating and that’s still how he responds.

you :

no way

wyd rn ??

koo 🥴:

:(

why not

i’m at dinner w my team

jimin and tae say hi

-insert pic-

You smile at the pic your boyfriend took of his friends. You were pretty close to all of the team but more so Taehyung and Jimin, seeing as you and Jeongguk would go on double dates with the couple quite often.

you:

tell them i said hi and that they should kiss 😌

Immediately he responds.

koo 🥴:

they said only if u send me pics 😌

You laugh before snapping a selfie to send to him.

you:

you didn’t even ask them but ok 🙄

koo 🥴:

ur in my shirt while jerking off ?

😩 🤌 🏻

pics PLASE

PLEASE**

You giggle and you’re about to respond when you get a facetime call from him.

“You’re so impatient,” You scold. From the looks of it, he’s in a bathroom stall.

“And you’re so mean.” He pouts. “Lemme see ‘em.”

You think about being annoying and making him wait more, but he looks so handsome and hopeful that you just can’t bring yourself to tease much. You grab the bottom of his loose t shirt and pull it up and tuck it under your chin. The cool air of the room makes your nipples harden and you grab one of your tits in your free hand and squeeze and shake it gently. “These?” You ask sweetly.

His eyes are hooded and he subconsciously runs his tongue over his lips before biting the plump bottom one softly. He’s blushing when he says, “Mhmm, they’re so pretty. Will you lick them for me, baby?”

You groan. “You know I hate doing that.”

He swallows, and fusses with his hair for a second before his hand goes out of frame again. “I know it just- makes me so hard, I love watching you do it. You don’t have to though.”

You sigh and grip under your boob, and do your best to get your nipple to your mouth. They aren’t small but at the same time they aren’t the biggest so its kinda tough, but if you really try you can get it done. Once you swirl your tongue around your nipple, you hear a soft moan come from your phone speaker and you feel it go straight to your pussy. You suck on your nipple a little more before pulling off with a loud pop!

“Are you hard?” You ask, a slight shake to your voice as you get more and more turned on. He nods. “Are you touching?” He nods again. “Show me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his sweater up and holds it between his teeth so you can see his toned stomach as well as the bulge in his pants. He runs his hand over it, toying with the tip some, making soft muffled noises fall from his lips. His stomach tenses a little bit.

You put your hand down your panties again, and tease a little at your clit. “You look so good, I wish you weren’t so far away...” You whine quietly.

Jeongguk groans and brings his face back into view. “I know, baby. I can’t even stay here with you to help or coach will get suspicious. We are supposed to be team bonding before the final game tomorrow.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve got to will this boner away and go back out there.” He sounds like it pains him as much as it pains you to finish off alone.

“Take it out really quick, just for a second,” You say quickly before he goes.

He scowls playfully. “I really can’t stay, so just a little.”

You lick your lips and nod quickly, rubbing your fingers on your clit a little faster.

He gets the angle right and unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out just enough for him to stroke up and down. He groans once he gets a hand around himself at the same time that you let out a high pitch moan.

Jeongguks cock is so pretty. It’s fat and plump and pink. Shiny at the tip where he’s already leaking. He always gets so wet for you, just like you get wet for him. His hand wrapped around himself is truly a sight. His long slender fingers moving up and down before the whole hand grips around his girth. He’s thick and long and the thought of him filling you up makes you whine and your pussy pulse.

“Are you touching yourself baby?” He whispers.

You nod. “Yes, yeah... please come home. Right now.”

He hums on a laugh. “Show me how wet that pretty pussy gets for me.”

You swirl your fingers around your wetness before bringing the glistening digits up into view of the camera. He groans and his head falls back before putting the camera back down to his cock to show you how fast he’s stroking.

“You get that wet for me even though I’m miles and miles away? How slutty baby... How do you taste hmm? Sweet like when I last tasted you just a couple of days ago?”

You’re just about to suck your fingers into your mouth for him when you hear a door open through your phone speaker.

“Kook? It’s time to stop jerking off and participate in the bonding activities, Captain .”

You can tell from the deep voice that it’s Taehyung that came to get him. You giggle quietly.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming give me a minute.” He says through the bathroom stall. He sighs, and gives you a playful eye roll like he’s exasperated.

“Don’t cum while I’m here, and be thankful that it was me that came to get you and not coach. Bye y/n!” He says loudly.

“Bye Tae!” You squeak as you hear the door close.

Jeongguk groans, but smiles lazily at you. “Guess I gotta go.”

You hum. “Guess you do Captain.”

He laughs a little as he does his pants back up, tucking his now mostly soft cock away. “I love you. Cheer me on tomorrow. I’ll see you after, but I probably won’t get back to the dorms till late. Are you gonna be there still or are you going back to yours?”

“I’ll wait for you. Score a goal for me, and text me later. Love you.” You smooch at the screen and Jeongguk does the same before the call ends.

And with that you are once again left alone, but a lot more horny than before the talk. So you do what any sensible person would do.

You pull up the hub.

~~~

Jeongguk walks into his dorm room around 10 pm, and the first thing he sees is you, right where you were when you hung up the night before after your little facetime sesh. The only difference is that you’re wearing a different shirt, still his, and you have ice cream in your hand and your laptop set up on your lap a show playing in the background.

At the sound of the door opening your eyes find his and you quickly set your food down on his night stand, and fling the covers off your lap, paying no mind to the mac book that is now buried somewhere under his comforter, before squealing and flinging yourself into his arms.

He grabs you easily, bags dropping to the floor, hands under your butt to keep you hoisted. You wrap you legs around his tiny waist and smush your lips to his cheek and mumble a distorted, “I missed you.”

“Okay so kiss me about it,” He says back, eyes glinting and lips puckered.

You giggle, placing your hands on his cheeks, angling your head to slot your lips between his. He parts easily for you, and starts to walk you both back to his bed before he drops you where he found you. You bounce lightly and take a second to take him in.

He’s wearing oversized comfy clothes, grey sweats and a big white long sleeve shirt. His long hair is soft and shiny, falling over his pretty face delicately. He must have had a shower at the hotel after the game. He looks soft and oh so sweet. You just want to devour him. From the looks of the semi in his pants, he’s feeling the same way about you.

“Ah, already getting hard for me?” You coo, hand cupping him over his sweats. He pushes against your palm, unashamed. “You just got here baby.”

He shrugs looking down at you. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all weekend. I had to rub one out in the bathroom room last night as soon as we got back to the hotel. Tae and Jimin were right outside.”

You nuzzle into the material of his sweats feeling his cock quickly become fully erect as you mouth at it. His hand comes down to cup your cheek, run through your hair. “I watched porn after we got off the phone.”

“Did you?” He asks, shifting away for a second so he can pull his sweats down, leaving him in his briefs. You see a little wet patch where the tip is. You suck lightly over the material and he moans loud and clear for you. He sounds so much prettier in person, over the phone just doesn’t compare.

“Yeah, came so hard. Was thinking about you and me.”

“Fuck. Did you make a mess all over my sheets?”

You shake your head as you slowly pull the waist band of his briefs down his hard cock. Once it’s free it bounces in front of your face, flushed and begging for your mouth. You stroke lightly while saying, “No, but I did find something that I wanna try.” You flick your tongue under the head and the hand in your hair tightens and pushes slightly. You part your lips and let him in.

“Mmm, you can tell me all about it once I’m done with you. I can’t wait any longer baby. Swallow me,” He moans, both hands going to the back of your head and pulling you farther onto his cock. He jerks when he feels you swallow around the tip. “So fucking good.” He sighs.

You let him have his way, fucking your throat a little, although he’s much gentler than he usually is when he does it, and he does it for a much shorter time. He must be tired from the weekend, or he must have something else in mind for tonight.

“Lay back baby.” He says when he pulls out of your throat, crawling on the mattress. He finds your discarded laptop and places it under the bed out of the way. You both remove the rest of your clothes before you do as he says and he settles down between your legs.

You figure since he got hard literally on arrival, that he wouldn’t waste time with teasing, would get right to the good part. But no. He takes his sweet time kissing, licking and biting at your thighs, squeezing them roughly in his hands. He nuzzles into your skin flicking the lightest lick over you pussy lips before pulling back and blowing a little. You gasp and roll your hips, trying to get him closer to where you wanted, spreading your legs even farther apart, presenting yourself to him. But he’s having none of that.

“Stop fucking squirming,” He groans before you feel his grip tighten on your hips. But still he doesn’t go where you want him, so you fight against his hold.

“Stop teasing then,” you whine with a scowl.

He bites at your inner thigh. “Hush baby.”

You huff and hit your tiny fists on the bed, frustrated and fussy. “Make me.”

Jeongguk stills and you gulp. He glances up from between your thighs, and he quirks an eyebrow at you.

“What was that?” He asks, much too calmly.

“I said make me.” You whisper poutily.

He sighs and sits up. You get to whine for just a second before you’re yelping and squeezing your legs shut. He just smacked your pussy.

“Shut up.” He says. He doesn’t sound angry, very casual in fact. He rubs his hands over your legs, easing them back open. “Y’know y/n, I had a very long weekend. Travelled hours to play 4 games in two days. Travelled hours back.” He’s running his fingertips over your pussy lips, smearing around the slick you know is pouring out of you. You shiver. You love it when he gets like this. You love it every time your guys are together, but when he’s extremely one way or the other, extremely dominant or extremely submissive? It just makes your entire body burn and your pussy ache. “I even scored a goal for you in the final.” He glances at you, finally sneaking his finger between your folds, he grazes your clit and you shiver, legs spreading even more. “All I wanted to do was get home and take care of you... Make my girl feel good...” He’s rubbing circles around the little nub and your hips slowly start to rock into his touch, breathing heavy from the pleasure. His girl. Yes. You’re his girl. You tell him so.

“Really?” He asks. You nod. He hums. “That’s funny because all I see here is a brat .” He spits out, before another smack lands on your sensitive cunt.

You cry out, trying to close your legs again, but he holds them open. He settles between them again and says sternly, “Now be good. I’m going to do it how I want. Do you understand?” You whisper a tiny yes. He sighs like he’s relieved that you’re not going to be difficult and put up much of a fight, so he can finally do what he’s been wanting to for days. He pushes back on your thighs so your cunt it fully exposed to him, and he spits on it before rubbing his fingers around the sticky mess. Every time he rubs over your clit you twitch, but you’re trying to be good.

“So fucking messy baby. So gross.” He says sweetly as presses his tongue flat on your opening before licking all the way to your clit. He moans at the taste of you despite his words just a moment ago and your eyes roll back. He’s in a mean mood now. And you’re gushing for it. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty baby... because your little cunt is so nasty , just leaking all over the place. I’ve barely even touched her, and she’s dripping down to my sheets. How did you manage to keep them clean while I was gone hmm?” He doesn’t let you respond, quickly sucking your clit into his mouth suctioning it just a bit before flicking the tip of his tongue over it quickly.

“Ah, f-fuck-“ You gasp. You raise yourself onto your elbows so you can watch. He hums around your clit before he flicks his eyes to you. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before falling to your back again, not able to handle the gaze he gives you.

He pulls off and uses his fingers to open your lips and pull the hood back before making his tongue flat and licking slowly over your exposed clit.

“Oh my god- That’s- that feels so good baby,” You say between breaths. Your legs are starting to get a slight tremble to them but still, you pull them farther back, making yourself as open as you can for his tongue.

He hums and then smiles, biting at your clit gently, making you jolt. “Feels good baby?” He rubs his fingers all over your core again. You nod and he says, “Could have felt good before and not had spanks if you weren’t so fucking bad.” He swats your cunt again lightly, before sighing and kissing your clit sweetly. Your head is spinning from the switches in his mood but you love it. Love that you don’t know what to expect when he slides his fingers into you. He moans and rests his head on your inner thigh, watching as his fingers slip in and out of your heat. He looks like he’s in awe of your cunt, watching as it clenches and sucks his fingers in. He looks so lovely between your legs.

“Always so fucking tight, can’t wait to get my cock in here.” When he says ‘here’ he curls his fingers inside of you and your back arches off of the bed, and you moan his name loudly. “That’s it baby...” He whispers against your core before he starts to thrust his fingers into you, curling on the pull out. He adds his mouth and you start to shake. Your hands find his hair and you pull him closer, feel him lick and suck at your clit like its the best thing he’s ever tasted. He moans while he eats your pussy. And he has the nerve to call you nasty. He’s absolutely filthy.

“I- close-“ You choke out, relishing in the sloppy wet pleasure that his mouth and fingers are giving you.

He says ‘mhmm’ against your clit before pulling away to get out a quick, “Fuck. Yeah you are, cum for me.” and then he’s diving right back in, focusing on where you’re most sensitive, your clit and your g spot.

“There baby, yeah- fuck , don’t stop ,” You whine quietly as your body tenses. Your legs are shaking out of control, before the string in you snaps and you cry out. Your thighs close around his head and you grind your cunt into his face riding out your orgasm before it gets too much and your try to squirm away. But Jeongguk holds you there until you’re almost crying from the overstimulation.

You pull at his hair, begging him to stop, and finally, he does. He pulls away from your messy cunt, and lays himself on top of you before kissing you deep, wasting no time sticking his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. You moan and twine your fingers through his long hair, arching your body to get as close to him as you can. You feel him start to rut his cock over your sensitive core, and gasp. He’s so hard, you can feel him throb against you. He pulls away and grips his cock at the base, lining it up with your pussy before sliding it up and down, teasing your clit even more, mixing his precum with his spit and your slick. He focuses his frenulum on your clit, and his hips twitch. His head rolls back, and his mouth opens in a silent moan. He pulls back and when he looks at you again, he looks wild. His eyes are dark with desire and his pupils are blown. His hands grip at your body like he can’t get enough of you. You’ll have pretty little bruise blossoms all over your body in the morning. Finally, the tip of his cock breaches your center.

You’re so hot, and tight, and so fucking wet around him, that Jeongguk can’t keep the moan that falls from his lips locked away as he pushes inside of you. He pushes all the way to the hilt, you can feel him flush against your clit. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, but your eyes never leave him, the first thrust always being your favorite. Finally getting filled up like you wanted. You can feel him in your belly, heat pooling there as he lets you adjust to his size. Sometimes he likes press his hand into your tummy while he fucks you. Says can feel his cock splitting you open. You watch the man above you part his lips and furrow his brows in pleasure while he does his best to not go too fast, tries not to thrust into you wildly like he so wants to.

He’s leaning over you, hands on the side of your head. You run your palms up his sides, whispering, “I’m good, you feel so good. Give it to me please.” You lean up and press a kiss to his collarbone.

He’s quick as he hikes your legs up and hooks them on his shoulders. He rests some of his weight on you, bending you in half as he starts moving his hips. He pulls out to just the tip before slamming back in with one swift motion. Your hands claw at his back, the angle he has you in allowing him to reach even deeper. Gasps are punched out of you as he starts to set his brutal, sharp pace, not forgetting how bad your were earlier. He’s going to make sure you feel every inch of him for days.

“Oh my god, fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jeongguk. Please fuck me,” Your moans are high pitched and close to sobs.

He leans back some and spreads your legs wide, hands on your ankles to keep them open and he looks down slowing his thrust to watch as he slides into your little cunt. Your pussy is swollen and pink around his cock. He can see your arousal shiny on the base of his cock. “Fuuuck,” He moans as he closes his eyes basking in the feel of you clenching tight around him. He’s slowly pulling his cock from you, only for you pussy to pull him right back in. “This pussy was made to take my cock, huh?” He says speeding up. You nod and tell him, “Yes only your cock gets me this wet, this fucking hot.” He pumps his cock into you hard enough for you to get jostled, so your words come out in choppy and incoherent moans.

The way he’s fucking you makes your tits bounce, perky and pretty. He growls and leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You arch into his touch, cute little mewls falling from your lips as his tongue flicks over the small bud. You brush his long hair out of his eyes, holding him to your tit as he makes goosebumps rise to your skin.

“That feels so nice baby,” You say. It’s quiet and desperate, you head thrown back, neck extended and bared to him.

His eyes flick up to look at you, still playing with your nipples. He sees you bared in submission and can’t help the hand that rubs up your torso all the way to your neck. Just begging to have a hand around it. He pulls off your your tit, letting one of your legs fall to around his waist and you moan loud and long as the picks up his pace again.

Your favorite position. He knows how to fuck you any and every way, but like this he fucks you just right, making you fall apart in no time at all. The hand around your throat tightens at the sides, making the moans and whines that come out of your mouth high pitched and airy. The lack of blood flow to your brain makes you feel lightheaded and fuzzy, almost euphoric as he fucks you into submission. His free hand smacks your tits lightly, and you clench from the dull pain as they jiggle. Jeongguk swears.

“God your pussy is just milking my cock, not even letting me pull out all the way. Such a greedy , selfish little cunt. Can’t get enough of this cock filling her up.” He grips your hips with both hands and watches your pussy swallow his cock.

You giggle, soft and delirious as you feel the first signs of your orgasm pool in the pit of your belly, right where Jeongguk’s cock is pounding into you.

“You think that’s funny?” He questions. He grips your jaw and makes you look at him. Your cheeks are smushed and your eyes water from the hold he has on you. “You think being a selfish, greedy little slut is funny?” He presses against the side of your face, biting at your cheek like he just needs to sink his teeth into something to let out some of the pent of feelings coursing through his veins.

“I just love it. Love your cock so much,” You whimper.

Jeongguk pulls back so he can look into your eyes again. He looks at you mockingly. “You love it?” His voice is condescending and it makes your pussy drip. “You fucking love it?” He looks crazed as his hips jackhammer into your cunt, the slaps of his skin meeting yours ringing loud and clear throughout the dorm. Bless his poor neighbors.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it,” God you’re going to cum.

He feels how close you are, sees the way your legs are trembling. He’s moaning when he says, “Shit baby, show me how much you love it. Show me, make that little pussy cream all over my fat cock.”

You nod helplessly as your body jerks in his hold. You can feel your pussy contract over his cock as he brings you the precipice of your pleasure. Tears fall from your eyes from how overwhelmingly good it feels.

Jeongguk fucks into you a few more times, the last of your orgasm leaving your body, as you listen to the higher pitched moans falling from his lips at a faster rate than before. He gasps as he pulls out and positions himself over your heaving chest, cock right in your face as he fists it fast.

“Fuck, open you mouth,” He says, voice dripping with pleasure. You do, smiling, tongue out. He groans deep before his hips jerk and he whispers, “I’m gonna cum,” with heavy lust filled eyes. You feel the first shot of cum land on your cheek.

“Mmm yeah, cum all over my face,” You hum, blissed out.

He milks every last drop of his load out, and you suckle on the tip until he’s whining and shivering, pulling back with an overwhelmed, overly sensitive gasp.

He catches his breath for a second before he gets up and makes his way to bathroom. He sees you about to wipe the cum off your face and says, “Wait a sec.”

You sit patiently, criss cross apple sauce, cum on your face, eyes red and wet from the tears you shed, until he comes back with a wet wash cloth in one hand. He makes a stop at his bags on the floor and fishes his phone out.

He sets the wash cloth on the night stand next to your forgotten, melted ice cream and pulls up the camera.

“Smile baby,” He says, softly giggling.

You do, big and radiant, throwing up a little finger heart. You hear the shutter a few times before his phone takes the place of the wash cloth on the night stand. You reach for it to clean yourself, but he pulls away, wanting to do it himself.

You smile as he concentrates and gently cleans up his mess from your face. His tongue peaks out of his lips and you peck him. He stills before scowling with a small smile, and continuing.

“You look so pretty when you have my nut all over you face,” He says absently. His thumb brushes under you eye. “When you cry too.” He cups your jaw and runs his thumb over your cheek bone. “I wasn’t too mean was I? Too rough?” His eyes search yours. You shake your head.

“No I like it when you get like that, ‘s sexy,” You say wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him so that you both are laying down. You wrap around him like a koala. He yawns and settles in your hold, snuggling into the bed.

“Okay good. You can be mean next time,” He sounds sleepy.

You scoff, knowing that you both know that when you take control it’s in a softer way. Degrading and being mean was his thing, what you liked. Jeongguk liked to be praised.

“Yeah okay,” You say sarcastically. “You’d cry in a non sexy way if I was even half as mean to you as you are to me,” You scratch at his scalp and he purrs.

“I’m sensitive,” He whines. Another yawn. “And sleepy. Shhhh.”

“Jeongguk wait,” You say.

“Hmm?” He says already close to knocking out.

“I wanna eat your ass next time.”

“Mhmm, okay. Now sleep please. Turn off the lamp.” He turns over, wanting to be the little spoon.

You know he didn’t actually listen to what you said, but that would not stop you from holding the ‘yes’ he gave you over his head in the morning when he’s more coherent. You flick off the lamp, and throw an arm over his waist. He snuggles back into you, fitting his body against yours. You kiss his shoulder and say, “Okay, remember that you said yes in the morning.”

All you get in response is a soft snore.

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and there it is! let me know if u want me to finish and post the whole thing! comments and feedback are appreciated!

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part 3 here!