#CHAT THIS TOOK ME LIKE 6 HOURS

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"Stop hiding, Colbeck, I know you're there. Don't you want to go home? I can help you, you just need to look at me. You know they won't come back for you, they left you here to die, so just come out and LOOK."

[redflagshipwriter]

Fast Car Chapter One (of four)

Masterpost

Danny hit the brakes hard and veered into a bicycle lane with a very Fenton sort of style and disregard for physics. He dodged the gunman in the carpool lane. He stuck his tongue out as he passed and then steered back into the right lane once he’d cleared the pedestrian. 

It turned out that Gotham rewarded the sort of drivers forged in the crucible of the Fenton tactical GAV, which was great. Jazz had gotten a job as a barista for her third year at Gotham U, so he had inherited the car that she had used as a delivery driver. She’d even somehow managed to pay the taxes on it despite the restraining orders that most government offices had on the Fenton family.

Jazz had been a pizza girl, but Danny wasn’t willing to work the late nights. He worked for three different rideshare companies. It was.. Well. It was a terrible way to make a living, if he was honest. It was wretched. But it worked! Until the car crapped out on him, this was a viable option to feed himself while he was enrolled full time at the university. He was available to drive early in the mornings and for a few peak hours on the weekends.

Danny brought an order of 17 coffees to a warehouse with serious ‘murders will happen here today’ vibes and whistled as he left. People in murder warehouses actually tipped pretty well. Worker solidarity or something. He left the early birds to enjoy their 3 am drinks and then idly checked the app to see if there was anyone else waiting for a ride or delivery. 

“Victor,” he read, and took a glance at the address. It was close! He snagged the request and turned on some bubblegum pop to enhance the ride over. 

He saw a man standing outside, haunting a storefront with metal shutters pulled down. Must be the guy! Danny pulled over, checked the app, and then furrowed his eyebrows. Huh. Seemed wrong. He fixed his face before he looked back over. 

In the app, Victor didn’t look especially young or fit. In person, he was easily over 6 feet tall and lugged a huge bulky bag like it weighed nothing. 

He also had a giant ugly motorcycle helmet with the vague impression of a caveman brow ridge built into it. Danny hid his judgmental thoughts and rolled down the window to chirp, “Hi! Victor?”

“That’s me.” Victor sounded like he was auditioning for the Deft Punks, electronics grinding out his voice to a silly robot autotune. Danny hid the way his lips wanted to tremble. You can’t laugh at clients. “Can I put this in the trunk?”

Danny hated that. “Go for it.” He opened the trunk with the button and hid his real thoughts. He didn’t like people using the trunk. Why not just put it in the backseat like a normal person? There was enough room for a person and a bag there.

‘Is there enough room for this guy, actually?’ Danny wondered, looking Victor up and down subtly. Were his shoulders padded or was he actually built like that? Bizarre. 

He had the sense that Victor was tense.

‘Ah., fuck. He caught me checking out his shoulders.’

Danny cleared his throat and whipped his face forwards again. “Normally I say to sit in the backseat, but I'm not sure that's enough room for your legs. Either is fine.” 

Victor took him up on the front seat option and readjusted the passenger seat back with a casual ease. 

Danny waited a moment.

Victor cocked his head at him.

“Seatbelt,” Danny prompted.

There was a long moment. Victor silently buckled his seatbelt. 

“Awesome.” Danny put on his turn signals and pulled out. He went slower than he preferred. He’d learned the hard way that most passengers didn’t like his driving. It was great for cutting time off when he was delivering food, but no good for nervous cargo like poor Victor here. The poor guy was so anxious that he kept his emotional support helmet on when a passenger in a car. 

Danny thoughtfully drove the speed limit and let Victor change music.

They didn’t have much to talk about. Danny didn’t mind much either way. He liked quiet rides and he liked chatting alright.

“Stop the car two blocks early,” Victor said. He pointed. “There’s fine.”

Obligingly Danny guided the car to a stop and shifted to park. He jumped out of the car. “I’ll grab your bag!” He called over his shoulder. He popped open the trunk and lifted Victor’s bag with a winning smile that said ‘I deserve a good tip.’

Victor had moved to the back of the car faster than Danny expected. He paused. He looked weirdly stiff. “Thanks.” He took the bag. “...Here’s your tip.”

“Have a wonderful day!” Danny said, pretending not to be interested in how much money it was. He waved Victor goodbye and pulled out. As soon as he was a block away he counted the bills. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed. Victor tipped like a crime boss. He stuffed them into his wallet and made a mental note of the account. He’d definitely try to accept requests from him in future.

He gave two more rides before he could go back to his shitty apartment and get ready for classes. Danny parked in the little underground garage near his place where he paid a monthly fee and jogged to his place. He got his bag and left on foot.

He had a pretty normal day. The only hiccup was that it was kind of hard to focus on his lectures when he could faintly hear what had to be every TV on campus playing the same news bulletin. Danny did his best to block it out, grimacing. Having advanced senses really sucked sometimes. If he heard the breaking news jingle one more time, he might cry. 

By the time he was free he felt pushed to his limit. He went back to his place and turned off all his electronics for some peace of mind. 

The next morning felt better. He turned on the tab that said he was available for work at 3 am and ended up bringing a huge delivery of breakfast materials to the same police station that he’d left Victor at yesterday. Danny hummed as he jogged up the concrete steps with three bulging bags of baked goods and coffee grounds. He handed them to a weary-eyed receptionist and accepted his tip without looking at it. He considered cracking a joke about them being busy and decided it was better not to.

He was still an illegal entity, after all. His parents were covering for him, but scrutiny was not his friend. He didn’t want any interaction with the police or the rogue band of detective freakazoids that ran this crime town.

Back in the car, he checked his tip. Danny clicked his tongue and made a disgusted sound. He hated cops. Cheap! There was nothing worse than being cheap.

His next customer tried to rob him at gunpoint as soon as he got in the car. Danny wrestled the gun away from him and ate it while the guy watched. “Just try and report me to the app,” Danny sneered between crunches of metal. It tasted like shit and the guy probably hadn’t washed his hands, so like, yuck. But it was a choice he was making for the intimidation factor, not because it was yummy.

‘Bet my iron intake is good now.’ Danny held out his hand. “My tip,” he said, and did not unlock the car door until the shaking wannabe carjacker had given him three dollars American money. Hell yeah. “Have a good morning.”

He went into the app and canceled the ride. There was another request waiting, so he drove to it. It wasn’t the name that the app’s request had shown, but- “Good morning, Victor!” Danny waved. “Call from a friend’s app this time?”

Victor stared at him dumbly. At least, that was Danny’s best guess of what was going on inside the helmet. “Yes.” He eventually said.

Cool, cool. Very weird. But he was an ok guy and he tipped well. “Hop in,” Danny said, and unlocked the car.

[misspygmypie]

Age Difference

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (slight age gap) Word Count: 1666 Request: Can i request something for Lando where reader is older then Lando by 5 or 6 years and reader worry's Lando will find someone his own age but he keeps on reassuring her he lover her so very much. Like a lot. And reder talk to max about it and how she thinks it's better if she leaves him so he can find someone his own age. But Max tells Lando who has noticed she has gone distance. Happy ending though please. Masterlist

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Y/N sat by the window, watching as the world outside went about its usual business, feeling uneasy and anxious. The difference in age between her and Lando was something she had always been conscious of but recently it had started to gnaw at her more insistently.

Lando Norris was vibrant, full of life and only in his mid-twenties, while Y/N was in her early thirties. It had never seemed like a big deal before but lately she had started to worry. The thought that Lando might want to be with someone closer to his own age, someone who could share his youthful energy and ambitions or was up to party until the early morning hours, had begun to plague her mind.

One evening while they relaxed on the couch together, Lando reached out to take her hand. He noticed the distant look in her eyes, the way she seemed lost in her thoughts. He had sensed her growing distress and wanted to address it before it became a bigger issue.

“Y/N,” Lando began softly, his eyes full of concern, “I’ve been feeling like something’s been bothering you lately. I just want you to know that I love you so much. More than anything. I’m not just saying that, I mean it.”

Y/N looked at him, her heart aching. ��I know you say that but sometimes I wonder if you really mean it. I worry that maybe you’re settling for me.”

Lando’s face grew serious and he gently squeezed her hand. “I’m not settling. I’m with you because you’re everything to me.”

She could see the sincerity in his eyes and it warmed her heart but her insecurities still lingered. “I just don’t want you to feel like you’re missing out on something because of me. Especially now that you're growing more popular, you could have so many other, younger girlfriends.”

“You’re not holding me back,” Lando said firmly. “If I thought for a second that being with you wasn’t right I’d tell you but that’s not the case. You’re my partner, my love and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

Despite his reassurances Y/N found it hard to shake off her fears. As the days went by she became more preoccupied with the idea that maybe Lando would be happier with someone closer to his own age. She felt a growing distance between them, a distance that she couldn’t explain but also couldn’t ignore.

One evening she couldn't handle the overwhelming feeling anymore and she decided to talk to Max, Lando’s longtime best friend and the person who knew him best. Max had always been a voice of reason and she hoped he could provide some clarity.

Y/N sat across from Max in the cozy corner of her favorite café, her coffee cooling as she fidgeted with the edge of her napkin. The conversation had shifted from their initial casual chat to something more unsettling.

“I’ve been thinking,” Y/N said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe it’s better if I leave Lando.”

Max’s brow furrowed in concern. “What do you mean? Why would you say that?”

“It’s just… I can’t shake the feeling that I’m holding him back,” Y/N explained, her eyes reflecting the turmoil inside her. “He’s so young and full of life. I see him growing more popular and I worry that he’s missing out on experiences he could have with someone closer to his own age.”

Max took a sip of his coffee, his gaze steady on Y/N. “But Lando’s made it clear that he loves you and he’s with you because he wants to be. Have you talked to him about this?”

“I have,” Y/N admitted. “And he says he loves me and doesn’t want to be with anyone else but I can’t help but feel like he’s saying that to not hurt my feelings. If I’m being honest, there’s a part of me that thinks he might be happier with someone who’s more on his wavelength, someone who can share his lifestyle without these doubts.”

Max leaned forward, his expression serious. “Y/N, love isn’t just about shared experiences or age. It’s about how you connect, how you support each other. From everything I’ve seen, Lando values you deeply. He’s not the type to stay in a relationship just out of convenience or because he feels like he should.”

“I know,” Y/N said, her voice trembling. “But it’s not just about what he wants. I keep thinking about what’s best for him. Maybe I’m not the best person for him and maybe it would be better if we both moved on. He deserves someone who isn’t plagued by insecurities and doubts.”

Max sighed, shaking his head. “Look, I understand where you’re coming from. But you have to ask yourself why you’re so willing to give up on something that’s important to both of you. Sometimes, the hardest part of a relationship isn’t the age difference or the external factors, it’s facing the insecurities and challenges.”

“It’s just so hard, Max,” Y/N’s eyes filled with tears again as she spoke, “I love him so much, but I don’t want to be the cause of his unhappiness.”

Max reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on hers. “It sounds like you’re trying to protect him, but you’re also underestimating the strength of your relationship. If Lando has reassured you that he’s committed to you, then you need to trust that. If you really believe in your relationship, then you should be willing to fight for it, not just walk away because of fear.”

Y/N nodded slowly, her mind racing, but she still wasn’t convinced.

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Max and Lando were hanging out at Max’s place, having a rare moment to unwind after a hectic week. Lando was in high spirits but Max had something on his mind that he needed to address.

“Hey, Lando,” Max began casually, “I had a chat with Y/N recently.”

Lando looked up, his interest piqued. “Oh? How’s she doing?”

“She’s been struggling with some doubts about your relationship,” Max said carefully. “She mentioned feeling like maybe it would be better if she stepped away. She’s worried she’s holding you back because of the age difference.”

Lando’s face clouded with concern. “She said that? I thought we were getting through it.”

Max nodded. “Yeah, she’s been feeling insecure. She loves you a lot, but she’s been thinking she might not be what’s best for you.”

Lando’s expression softened with frustration and worry. “I’ve told her over and over that I’m with her because I want to be. The age difference isn’t an issue for me. I just wish she could see that.”

“I told her the same thing,” Max said. “But you know how these things are, sometimes it’s hard for her to believe it, even when it’s coming from you.”

“I need to talk to her again,” Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I want to make sure she knows how serious I am about this. If she’s feeling this way, it’s clearly affecting her more than I realized.”

Max gave a supportive nod. “Yeah, you should have another conversation. Let her know how much she means to you and that you’re not looking for anyone else. It might help her feel more secure.”

“I will,” Lando said firmly. “Thanks for letting me know. I just want to fix this before it gets any worse.”

“No problem,” Max replied. “I’m here if you need anything. Just remember, communication is key. Show her that you’re in this for the long haul.”

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When Lando came home from training the next day he decided it was time to chat with her. “Y/N,” he approached her, “we need to talk.”

“What’s up?”

“Y/N, I know what you said to Max, he told me and before you blame him for saying anything, I am so glad he did, because now I can address this with you before you make any stupid decisions,” Lando said and he saw the anxiety creep up into her eyes. “Please, talk to me Y/N, what’s going on?”

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his with vulnerability. “I’ve been worried about our relationship. About the age difference. I keep thinking that maybe you’d be happier with someone closer to your age. I don’t want to hold you back or make you feel like you’re missing out. I know I've said it before but I'm really struggling with these thoughts and I can't stop thinking about it.”

Lando’s expression softened immediately. He stepped closer and took her hands in his. “Y/N, it hurts me so much to see you like this. I need you to listen to me, really listen, and I need you to know that I’m not thinking about being with anyone else. I’m with you because I love you. The age difference doesn’t change that, it doesn’t change how I feel about you. I love you for who you are and I don't care how many years we have between us”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she listened to him, the weight of her fears beginning to lift. “But what if you’re just saying that because you don’t want to hurt me?”

“No,” Lando said firmly, his gaze steady and sincere. “I’m telling you the truth. I’m with you because I want to be. You’re not holding me back, you’re making me better and my life better. You're my everything. I’m not looking for someone else or a different kind of relationship. I’m here because I love you.”

Y/N’s heart ached with relief as she threw her arms around him, tears streaming down her face. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” Lando replied, his voice thick with emotion. “And I want us to work through this together. And we will.”

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AN: Anon I hope you like it and if not let me know and I can rewrite 😊🫶

[writingwisterias]

How would the different eras of Leon act if someone younger than him approached him in a bar with ulterior motives? Would they flirt back? Would they take her to their bed without thinking twice? Would they think long and hard before agreeing? 👀 (ofc legal age gap xs)

Sorry if my English is not that good, happy 2025 btw !!!

Hii!

Happy 2025! Sorry it's like a week late lmao, I hope the first week hasn't been too bad...I'd love to do this for you

Warnings: Age-Gap, Drinking, Flirting, Teasing, NSFW , MDNI, Smut

GN!Reader

RE2:

You were both at a mutual house party, neither of you wanting to be there but were dragged there by friends

He assumed you were of age or at least close to drinking age, he didn't realize you were only 18

The age gap isn't that big, he's only 20 soon to be 21

But it felt wrong at first, especially when you were so open at first with flirting

He assumed it was the drink that flooded your system, giving you the liquid courage to flirt so openly

Since the age gap isn't too big I don't think he would be too bothered, after all it's only like 2-3years

Towards the end of the night he would offer to walk you back home. Is surprised you have a dorm room on your own

You invited him back first, he was hesitant opting to just chill and chat before doing anything

He's very careful with the situation, might even back out of it and opt to talk when you are sober. He's a sweetheart he doesn't want to hurt you

RE4R:

He wasn't sure why he ended up at the bar in the first place, it wasn't at this point in his life somewhere he often ended up. Opting peace and quiet instead of busy town life

Maybe he should more often when you sat next to him.

Conversation was easier with you, you didn't know about his job or the expectations he had to uphold.

When he found out your age, only around 6 years his junior it made him freeze

You were legal, had around 3 years to play with others and at least just hit drinking age

His silence made you feel like he wasn't interested, you apologized profoundly. It wasn't like you to be doing this anyway, your dickhead boyfriend broke up with you weeks ago

Leon grasped your arm preventing you from leaving, opting to get to know you better and making a choice as the bar closed which was only a few hours away

That only made the tension higher, the drunker you both got the more lingering touches

Til eventually he dragged you to his place

Infinite darkness:

You were one of the newer interns, one that had yet to discover his habits

He just didn't realize how young you were

It didn't really bother him too much, you assured him that his flirting didn't bother you and you in fact liked the attention

He offered you dinner and maybe a few drinks and it led from there

When it came to sex he did think harder, opting to make sure you were sure you wanted this

After that he kept making sure the entire way home, almost killed the mood but you understood his concern

Even then he chose to make sure you were comfortable within his space or that he was in yours

The make out sessions grow longer after each break until eventually you both caved

Damnation:

When you told him your age at first he took about 5 minutes to think about it before following you around the rest of the night

I feel like hes the type of guy to keep buying drinks because you are the only interesting person of his night

He gets drunk as well as reads the situation wrong assuming that you want to sleep with him

You didn't at first but then you do now

Follow him back to your place and his touches get more intimate in the cab

Pays for everything don't worry, at this point though he's sobered up enough to realize whats happening and will make sure you can full consent and show him id

Then you are locked in for the rest of the night, and he makes sure you know what the older guys fuck like

He doesn't want you to go back to a younger cock

RE6:

He gives me sugar daddy vibes anyway so I don't think he's bothered

Probably gives him a little bit of an ego that you even consider it to be honest

As soon as you touch him it's end game, you are going home with him. Even more of if your touches are intimate

If your hand is inching up his thigh he's smirking and moving it higher on purpose.

If you work together, say you are a younger agent or something he's touching you in the small of the back as he passes or guiding you with a hand on your hip

Any excuse to keep you close and remind you of his presence

Vendetta:

I think he would like it but he also craves closer intimate relationship with everyone so he would think about it and then act quite quickly

He's touching you first, leaning on you, hugging you

Wandering hands very quickly

He's begging you to come back with him if he's completely drunk

Like he just needs a quick fuck, you are cute and adorable

Huge size kink

He's rough and messy with kisses too, like he tastes of the drink he's been nursing all night but it feels good

In the morning afterwards I think he would feel a bit slimy, probably come back to him in waves how rough he was

Not the type to slip out before you wake up so he'll wait. Admiring the close contact of someone

Will ask for your number he's not the type for just one fuck

He likes coming back for seconds

Death Island:

At first he thought you were using him for free drinks (you kinda were but will never admit it)

You were cute, you made his cock twitch and it's been a long time since he's felt like that

When he found out about your age he was off put at first but then the more he thought about the more he wanted it

Made sure you gave complete consent as he moved quickly dragging you out of the bar

When you got to his place he was very content doing it on the couch

So were you, he had you riding him since you had the energy for it.

Muttering how perfect you were to him, sloppy kissing everywhere

Wakes up with an even bigger ego at the fact he can still score so low in age. Certified dilf

He won't go and find others unless you wanted him too

He's very keen on letting you know what a proper fuck is

[mistressmxggot]

Chapter 1- ✰ Her Friends from Downtown ✰

"𝗔 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗡𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗹. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗧𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴."

Tags: Stripping, brothels, smoking

~You always wondered what living in Piltover would have been like. What would it be like to grow up in a place filled with riches and luxuries. You thought about how bright it seemed on topside, The City of Progress, or so they called it.

The City of Progress, the city of innovations and bustling, pleasant life, so unlike Zaun. Zaun was the undercity, the filth beneath the prosperity. Covered in green, thick smoke, that's where you lived. Struggling to live, struggling to eat, struggling with addiction and gambling and prostitution. Shimmer and goons controlled the streets. Silco, the boss man, controlled most of the authority in Zaun, but nothing was ever quite controlled. Just lay low, that's what you had to do. Everything got done through intimidation, threats, and bribes.

Here, at the brothel, you experienced all three. Being a stripper was tiring, but it was better than prostitution. Malik took care of you and your money. He was annoying and often times aggressive, but at least he was protection. This is just what you had to do. That's what the undercity was right? People just trying to survive, while topside lived.

You hated Piltover, like any sane Zaunite would. You danced. The same time every night. 6 days a week. You shaved and did your makeup for what felt like thousandth time this week.

Dressed in a white lace set, see through dress covered in a matching robe, you chatted with Babette for the last hour before the brothel opened. You always liked talking with her. It was therapy without paying for it (it's not like you could get it anyway). You didn't have many friends at the brothel, just occasional people checking up on you, and Malik. You two sat talking, laughing, and observing the clients around the brothel. Everyone seemed frantic and bubbly.

The shimmer supply must have arrived early.

Many clients of all different types, excitedly mumbled to eachother. They hurried to different areas of the brothel. Everyone was wearing extra skimpy outfits tonight. What's going on?

You took another sip of your soda. "Why is everyone losing their minds? What's going on?"

Babette blew out smoke, laying the cigarette into her ashtray. "Good clientele today. Great money."

Your ears perked up at that. Money was the only good thing in this hell hole, and more of it meant it was a good day. Scratch that, a REALLY great day. More money made Malik happy.

You contemplated asking who. You weren't exactly sure if it was your place. They had to be from topside, which worried and slightly excited you. People were so frantic, and even Silco and Sevika's money couldn't be that good. You bit your lip.

"If you don't mind me asking, um, who is it? Are they from topside?" You looked at Babette through your eyelashes.

Babette pursed her lips. "Well not exactly. It's Ambessa Medarda. She's visiting Piltover, her daughter, and the undercity brothel apparently."

Your mouth slightly dropped open. Ambessa Medarda...like the noxian, warlord psycho Ambessa Medarda? Like the council member's mother, General Ambessa Medarda? You sighed, choking on your own laugh.

"How the hell did yall even find that out? I'd believe someone like her would like to keep a good reputation, even if she is a war criminal. This isn't the exact type of place for good reputations." You glanced around and laughed.

Babette's laugh followed yours. "She's visited before and she has favorites here. Word is she's out on the town. There's no way to exactly prove she's been here. Who would question her anyway?"

She was right. I guess being filthy was alright as long as you had money and topside status. The curtains to Babette's office swung open, the smell of liquor and smoke telling you who had arrived. You grunted, glaring at the clock. 8:56 pm. You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. Babette looked at you, eyebrows raised.

"Hey, hey hey!" Malik stumbled into the room, showing you a gold grin. You stood up, smiling at him. He pulled you into him. You grunted, moving your mouth away from his hungry lips.

"Man I'm your boyfriend and I can't even get a kiss?" He pouted, slowly removing his hand from your waist.

You shook your head. "Boyfriend is one word for it."

Babette's eyebrows knotted in humorous pity, as she looked at you two.

"I love you Malik, but I've gotta get to work. I'll see you around?" You kissed his cheek. He scoffed.

"Yeah yeah. I'll be at The Last Drop. I gotta talk to Silco and whoop Sevika's ass in cards. Man I can't lose any more money to her." He grinned smacking your butt. "You look beautiful, the people will love you."

You scowled, holding down an audible reaction. Babette looked to you, taking a drag of her cigarette. You smiled at her, turning out of her office.

"So how you been doin'?"  You heard Malik chatting to Babette as you headed towards the stage room.

It was time to get ready to perform. The stage room was covered in a burgundy haze. Warm, white lights covered the stage. Purple curtains with pink and yellow accents blanketed the room. You quickly wiped down the stage and pole. Slipping on your heels, you began to stretch. The thought of Ambessa Medarda made you nervous. Quite frankly, you wanted to crawl into a box and hide there till she and the entire thought of her left. A decorated Noxian warlord paying for sex in a filthy undercity brothel. You laughed to yourself. Tonight was going to be interesting.

Sultry ambient music filled the stage room. Customers sat and stood, watching. You slowly twisted your hips, arching and spreading your legs. You could get lost here. The lustful eyes devouring your body didn't matter. Dancing was peace for you. It started slow with grinding on floor, then turning to grinding on the pole, and finally pole tricks. A dance routine usually continued for an hour or two. Taking a ten minute break to drink water was very necessary. Pole dancing was already not easy, but trying to be sexy while doing it? A whole other challenge. You exhaled, stretching your legs before returning to the stage.

Grabbing the pole, you loosened back up to dance. You felt on edge. The energy was different and you couldn't figure why. Your viewers turned and murmured to eachother. You glanced up, your eyes meeting with a very broad woman in the hallway. She stood incredibly tall, chin held high. Her head of silver curls were covered in a deep red hood. She wore a taut black top, followed by black pants that hugged the girth of her muscular thighs. Her bright red lips slightly turned up into a smile. She listened to the slim, pale male infront of her, a sharp contrast. And there she was, in all her splendor, Ambessa Medarda.

Your lips pressed into a line, slightly curious. God was she terrifying. Everyone's body seemed to tense, even yours. She held an energy that seemed to demand stillness and silence in a boisterous room. You watched as she spoke with the man. Well Howl was sure a... choice. Of course she needed a person who gave her a power trip, typical topside. You internally scoffed, turning away from them. You brought your hands above your head, back and butt pressed to the pole.

You soon turned back to find them both gone. Continuing your routine, you thought about her. Her intimidating aura seemed to linger in the brothel and your mind. Relief passed over you. You began to unbutton your robe.

Thankfully tomorrow you could rest, even though Malik would still drag you out to The Last Drop. Breathing out, you took another look towards the empty hallway.~

You. Always. Masterlist

I've been reading ambessa fics by @1920sladydectective and @fortluocha and got absolutely OBSESSED (go read them they're amazing). I had to write something for this sexy woman. I'm like rubbing my hands together I have so many ideas. This is gonna be a whole series, so more is definitely to come. Tell me what yall think!

[sweetdispatch]

What are we? - J. Marino

pairing: John Marino x Hughes!reader

summary: You transferred to New York for university and John caught your eye but the problem is that he's your brothers teammate

warning: none

words: 1.3k

note: based on another great request from @toasttt11, sending all my love to you pookie🩷

hughes!reader masterlist

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You, as your twin brother Luke, were going to the same University in Michigan. When he left to play for the New Jersey Devils, you were afraid that you’re gonna be feeling left out in Ann Arbor but there was a great opportunity for you and your fellow colleagues. Your major had an application to exchange students to New York and you applied. Luckily for you, your grades were enough to transfer you there. 

Jack and Luke told you that you can live with them in New Jersey but you didn’t want that. Spending an hour travelling from their apartment to your university was the last thing you wanted. That’s why you’ve decided to stay in a dorm but on weekends, you were visiting them. Obviously, you were going to their every home game. During the home opener, Luke met you with the team and one of the guys caught your eye. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N and you are…?” You felt brave to make a move on him. Confidence was your strong personality trait.

“I’m John. Wait, are you Hughes’ sister?” He asked you.

“Yeah. In fact, I’m Luke’ twin sister” You laughed.

“Oh so you’re the famous sister that is smarter than these two together” John chuckled and pointed at your brothers bringing their attention. 

“Yup, that’s exactly me and even smarter than Quinn” You joked.

“Smarter and prettier” You blushed at John’ words. 

You’ve been chatting with him a little longer until your brothers pulled you out of him. It was friday night which means you’re spending the weekend with them. Luke, as your twin, could read you like an open book and he knew that someone caught your eye by your nonchalant behaviour. He didn’t bring this up, knowing that Jack is protective over you. 

With every home game, you and John became closer with each other. Luck was on your side because he was one of the guys to leave the locker room after the game as first when it took your brothers forever to get ready. You two were having a conversation about every topic you could think of. You started falling for him because he was smart and incredibly hot. 

In December, Luke took you to a team’ Christmas party but instead of staying by his or Jack's side, you were chatting with John. You two spent the whole evening talking about life and joking about hockey. It felt so natural for the two of you to talk without feeling judgemental just like you knew each other forever. John was impressed that despite being 6 years younger, you were well spoken. 

At the next games, you started flirting with John. You didn’t feel ashamed about that. Your crush on him was huge and wanted to prove to him that he also had a crush on you. You didn’t know if he had but you wished for that. To your brothers surprise, you started coming to the games in dresses with flawless makeup. You never did that until now. 

John seeing you all dressed up started falling for you. He loved the conversations you two always had but now, he started seeing you in a different light. Not as the sister of his teammates but as a love interest. Although, he’s been conflicted. He really liked you but you were the sister of his teammates and you are 6 years younger. 

In free time, John was visiting you in a dorm. You two finally left the hockey arena and started hanging out as friends. With each trip to New York, he was obsessed with you. You were a genuine person who never saw him like a player but as a person. He was searching for a girl like that for a long time and now, he finally found it. 

You kept your mouth shut and said nothing to your brothers. Luke was asking you tons of questions about your love life but you knew that it’s not the right moment to tell him that you have a crush on their teammate.

“Oh c’mon, there has to be someone in your life” Luke said.

“I swear, there’s no one!” 

“I don’t believe you. You’re happier than ever. The last time you were that happy was with your ex” 

“I’m just enjoying the New York life, that’s all” You shrugged. 

You and John were spending a lot of time together. It got to the point that you were ditching on your brothers during weekends to spend them with John in his apartment. You knew this was wrong to lie to Luke but you didn’t want to say anything until you and John settled things down. None of you brought up the conversation about what you two are, simply just enjoying each other’s company. 

You were showing up to the games and with time, everyone could tell that there’s chemistry between you and John. After games, he was the only one you hugged except your brothers. You always talked with him even when your brothers were around. You two lived in a bubble trying to cover the feelings you have, always saying that you’re just friends. 

One night, you were laying on John’ couch when he went for a drink.

“What are we?” He casually said.

“I don’t understand?” 

“What are we? We’re not friends because friends don’t sleep in each other's bed and don’t cuddle on the couch but we’re also not in a relationship so what are we?” 

“I don’t know. What do you want us to be?” You sat up and looked at him. He stood in the kitchen pouring his drink into the glass.

“I would love to have you as my girlfriend but I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, you’re great but you're the sister of my teammates…” He took a sip and continued. “Plus, I’m 27 while you’re 21”

“Is this all about?” You stood up and walked to him. “You don’t want to date me because Luke and Jack are my brothers and I’m 21?” You laughed. You couldn’t believe his words. “Don’t be an idiot Johnny. If you feel something to me, the last priority for you should be my age especially that I’m adult and to who I am related to”

“Easier say than do” Hu muttered. “I don’t want to ruin the dynamic, especially that me and Luke are together in defence” 

You grabbed his face and kissed him. “Now… You still don’t want to date me?” You looked at him with a smirk.

“You’re impossible woman” He placed hands on your hips and pulled you into another kiss.

You two started dating. It was like a dream come true and John was a perfect man for you. You decided that it’s not the right time to break the news to your brothers so you were sneaking around. Everyone saw that you two were flirty but now, when you became a couple it felt weird. 

Your graduation was three days before the end of the season party. You and John decided to show up together as a couple. This was perfect timing knowing that both of you closed a certain chapter in your lifes. You walked with John holding each other's hands. The first to notice was Luke.

“I knew it! Jack you owe me $100” He screamed and you two stood there confused.

“What?” You decided to finally ask.

“Oh please, you’re not as sneaky as you thought. I was suspecting you going out with Johnny” He shrugged. 

“So you’re not mad?” John spoke.

“I know I should be but seeing this short one happy is important to me and she’s happy with you” Luke placed hand on John’ shoulder. “But break her heart and I’m gonna break you” He slapped his shoulder and left. 

With the party going on, you found out that the whole team was thinking that you and John are dating and it was no shock for anyone that you’re actually together. 

“Well, it wasn’t as bad as I thought” You said.

“I guess we’re terrible at acting. Everyone knew, literally everyone” John chuckled.

“Good thing that we don’t have to hide it anymore” You kissed his lips when you heard.

“I know I said I’m happy but I don’t want to see you kissing him” Luke screamed and made you and John laugh.

[miniwheat77]

Seductive. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, smut, p in v sex, rough sex, age gap, (let me know if I missed any)

(Summary): Reader takes some advice from a friend on base and seduces her Captain.

(This has been in my drafts for forever, I hope you like it.)

Your eyes narrow as you look upon her, very clear fake laugh leaving her lips as she places her hand on his shoulder. He doesn't notice, but you do. You can see the look in his eyes as she does, what she's doing. It's working. She walks away from him and makes her way over to you. You're sitting at a table in the mess hall, sandwich in hand.

“What are you doing?” You ask your only friend on the base you worked on. Her name was Katy, the only tolerable female on base. She might've been a little bit of a barracks bunny but you usually ignored that. She was nice and funny and you got along with her quite well.

“What?” She says. “You’re totally trying to seduce him.” You laugh. After witnessing her chatting up your commander. “Yeah? So?” Your eyes widen. “What the hell. You whore.” She shoves you. “Oh come on, don’t be such a prude.” She rolls her eyes. “Katy. You know you can’t have relations on base.” You chuckle. “What they don’t know won’t hurt em.” She smirks. “You’re not interested in anyone at all?” She asks. “No.” You say, confused. “Lame. I was going to tell you how to get what you want.” She smirks. You roll your eyes. “I’ll let you know if I ever need your expertise, but you know I’m leaving soon.” She scoffs. “I know. It’s bullshit, you’re supposed to stay here with me.” She pouts. “It’s only for 6 months and I’ll be back.” You chuckle.

You’d been recruited for task force 141, and you were leaving in a couple of weeks. She was very upset that you were leaving but you were excited for something new. After finishing up lunch, the both of you returned to your posts. You weren't sure how you got recommended to be in task force 141, you hadn't even met anyone apart of it besides the few time's you talked to Laswell, but it wasn't her task force. It was different and you weren't sure if you were ready for it.

The two weeks leading up to the day you were leaving, were crazy. Almost every single day Katy convinced you to go out, you spent almost 2 full weeks hungover at work. It was awful, but it was some of the most fun you’d ever had. The time seemed to drag on, you were nervous and excited at the same time for something different. You were waiting on a bench patiently for your helicopter to arrive, the one that'd be taking you away. Katy was sitting next to you. Talking to you before you'd inevitably leave. She was worried but she'd never show it. She was good at hiding her emotions. She had been through a lot before she entered the military, so she was good at concealment. When the helicopter arrived, she gave you a hug and you finished your goodbye's to the other few acquaintances you had on base. They were sad to see you go, and they were worried as well. 141 went on some crazy missions and they were worried about you. "Don't get dead." Katy smiles, you could see the hurt in her eyes.

She was upset when you left but she’d be okay. She had guys on base to keep her company while you were gone anyways.

The ride to the base task force 141 was on took quite a few hours. They were off in the middle of nowhere in Iran. Working toward eliminating Hassan Zyani. The Iranian terrorist.

When you arrived on base, it was pretty early in the morning. "Hi." A man smiles. He's attractive, very attractive. You smile and take his outstretched hand. Shaking it. "I'm Captain John Price. It's nice to finally meet you." He smiles. His accent takes you a little off guard, forgetting that this base is going to have Military from all over. "Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N." You smile. He nods his head. "I've heard a lot about you. A lot about how sharp you are for your age." He smiles. "Really? I didn't know that people talked about me." You chuckle. "Oh they do. It's nice having you here Y/N, I'll show you around.” He spins around on his heels and you know you'll fit in just fine here.

Your first few weeks with 141 were busy. Nonstop missions, always up to something. If you weren’t out on a mission, you were inside of an office helping people out with research and all kinds of paperwork. You spent a lot of time with your Captain and Laswell. They enjoyed your company and your expertise with technology. Your relationship with each of the members of 141, and those in alliance with 141 were close knit. You got along so well with everyone right away and they took you in as one of their own. Joking and playing with Soap, but knowing he’d ring someone’s neck for you. Slight gestures that always made Ghost smile under his mask. Sharing sweets with him, laughing when he didn’t like it and would spit it out. Catching him smoking with his mask slightly lifted. Him threatening to kill you if you tell anyone. His eyes would darken and he’d glare if someone said something slightly aggressive to you. Playing small pranks on everyone with Gaz, he was like your evil twin. But the couple times Price got stern with you he was always there to help the situation. Usually a “take it easy cap, she’s new.”

But you didn’t really mind when he got stern with you. If you needed correction, you’d take the advice.

The only thing that really started to bother you, was the growing feelings you felt for your Captain. You didn’t figure he’d go after you, significant age gap, the job you both worked in. It just seemed impossible. You wondered if he was married but ended up asking if he had any kids and he said no, he’d never even been married. Your heart jumped. Literally wanted to beat out of your chest in excitement. He was single. Your only concern now was the significant age gap. If he didn’t mind, you definitely didn’t mind.

You spent many nights up late, daydreaming. You thought about the way he smelled, the way he has to taste on your tongue. The way his facial hair would scratch at the skin between your legs. You were groggy most days but managed to hide it. Your Captain always kept everything professional with you. He never gave you a reason to have such a growing crush on him despite his protectiveness. He was a little rough around the edges, raised his voice sometimes, very stern. You day dreamt about that too, how rough he could be. His calloused hands moving with the curves of your body. Sometimes you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face, get him out of your head. But not even an ice bath would take away the growing heat you felt between your legs when you thought about him. You suffered like this for longer than you liked to admit. Longing stares at him during meetings. Constant concern about him on missions. It was getting a little dangerous how you felt about him.

You sat on the edge of your bed. It was pretty late at night. You were running out of options. You had one left, and you were growing desperate. With a sigh, you pull your phone out. Quickly dialing her number.

“Hey Katy.” You smile as she answered. “Y/N! Hi! How is everything?” She asks. “Everything is great, but I need advice.” You laugh. “Oh? With what?”

You take a deep breath, standing up and stepping further into your room to ensure nobody would hear you. “Do you remember when you said to ask you, ‘when I wanted to get what I want’ you remember that?” You say. She squeals through the phone. “You like somebody? You’re going to try to seduce them? You whore.” She laughs. “Yeah, if I told you who it was you’d probably freak.” She looks confused but you can’t see it. “What?”

“It’s my Captain.” She gasps. “Y/N! You little minx!” She laughs. “Just.. tell me how to do it.” You breathe. “Okay okay.” She laughs.

“First, start being friendly. When he makes a joke, put your hand on his shoulder, on his knee if you’re sitting next to him. You can fake a laugh, but don’t be obvious.” She says. “I’m listening.” You smile. “Your base isn’t that strict right?” She asks. “No?” She smiles on the other end of the line. “In the morning, before you put your uniform on, go out to get coffee. I’ve done it before in just a tank top and shorts. But you have to track his pattern so you know where he’ll be. Make sure he’s in the room, you don’t wanna seduce the wrong one yknow?” She laughs. “When you’re training, just wear a sports bra and shorts. Tight shorts. Ask him to help you train, and don’t be afraid to make some suspicious noises when you’re working out.” She smirks. “When you’re stretching, whimper. They like that.” You’re laughing. “You seem to know a lot about this.” You laugh. “Of course I do.” She rolls her eyes. You take a deep breath. “Start with those, and I’ll think of some more.” She giggles. “Okay. You’re a life saver.” After some more sly words from her, you talk a little more about everything going on. Once you’re done, you say your goodbyes and hang up.

The nervousness you felt in the morning after the conversation with her was almost too much to bare. You made your way into the mess hall, shorts and a tight tank top just like she said. You knew your Captain didn’t sleep all that well so he was always the first awake. You make your way into the kitchen, your eyes burned from being tired but you needed this. Needed him to pay attention to you. When you step into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes tiredly, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head. He has to stop himself from choking on his coffee. He had never seen you dressed like this before. He has to kick himself for acting like a horny teenage boy, it was pathetic. You don't notice anything different about him as you finish getting your coffee, mumbling a small 'good morning' to him.

Over the next couple of weeks, you do as she says. When he'd make you laugh in any way, you'd put a light hand on his shoulder or thigh if you were sitting next to him. You'd come out nearly every morning in something revealing. He didn't seem to show any interest in you which sucked. You started to think maybe he just wasn't interested in you, but after more conversations with Katy, she said to keep up and not let up quite yet. To keep doing it for a while. So you did. It didn't take much to do it anyways.

“Morning Captain.” You say tiredly. “Good morning.” He smiles. He breathes out. He didn’t expect this, the way you looked under your gear. “Why are you awake so early Ah?” He asks. “Didn’t sleep good. Was thinking about working out but Soap is usually my spotter and I know he’s not awake yet.” You sigh. You laugh, sitting across from him at the table. You needed to try something else, so why not this? John perks up. “I could spot you if you need help.” He breathes. He’s trying not to sound too eager. “Oh I’d hate to ask you to do that..” you say innocently. “Oh, it’s no problem. I don’t mind.” He smiles. “Okay. I’ll go get changed and I’ll meet you in the gym?” He nods his head. “Sounds good sweetheart.”

You walk quickly to your room, changing into an even more revealing outfit. You wait around in the gym, doing your usual workout routine. When your Captain comes in, he freezes when he sees you. Sports bra, even tighter shorts. He breathes out, trying to collect his thoughts. Was he really this deprived? Thinking this way about you?

He sets all of his belongings down and makes his way over to you. “Ready?” He asks. Standing over the bench press. You nod your head. "You've stretched already right?" He asks. You nod your head with a smile. You lay down and get adjusted onto it. You grasp the bar, lifting it off of the rack and beginning to lift it up. “Let me know when it gets to be too much.” He says. You nod your head trying to breath through it. Katy’s words echo in your ear.

You start small, small breaths of air leaving your lips, and you get a tiny bit louder, very small moans escape your lips and you don't notice anything at first but as your whimpers got louder, breaths of air leaving your lips with each raise you do, you finally catch it. John stepping back. Having to adjust his hardening cock. The tightening he felt was uncomfortable and he couldn’t take it. You notice this action, having to stop yourself from smiling. It was fucking working.

Katy you devil.

You hang up the bar, struggling a little as you did so. “Did good Y/N.” He smiles. “Thank you, I’m trying.” You laugh. Your body had a slight sheen of sweat. He could see the way your cleavage looked. Beads of sweat. You probably tasted so sweet, he wanted to run his tongue along your skin. He has to shake the thoughts away. So dirty. It was fucking working. You were so surprised. John works out alongside you for only a few minutes longer before excusing himself to go do 'work' which you knew wasn't true. He was rock hard and needed relief, or at least to get away from you. The moment he leaves the Gym, you're picking up your phone to give Katy a call.

When she picks up, the first words out of your mouth are "It fucking worked!" to which she laughs. She asks if you hooked up but of course you say "Not yet." following this up by telling her what had happened with the Gym.

"Maybe you should surprise him in his office if that's where he went. Might walk in on a little something." She laughs. You laugh, shrugging it off. After a little more conversation, you make your way to his office. Maybe she was right. Maybe you might. As you approach you don't hear anything. But you think, he might hear your footsteps and it would be awkward for you to walk away, it'd seem suspicious. So without thinking you come up with some kind of lie and walk right into his office. Your breath leaves your body, a gasp leaving your lips. He gasps out, eyes going wide as he rushes to cover himself up. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." You gasp, rushing to cover your eyes. "I'll.. I'll come back later." You mumble. You step out and he groans in frustration, he needed to catch you before you got away.

He scrambles up to follow after you. Opening up his office door. “Wait- Y/N!” He calls after you. You stop immediately, turning around. “Come here.” He breathes. You nod your head immediately, following him back into his office. “I.. what did you need darling?” He asks. His face is blushing red, and he slicks his hair back, he hadn’t even put his hat on. “I.. I was…” you pause for a second. He’s standing right in front of you, hard. Little beads of sweat on his forehead. You glance down, backing up into his office door and closing it behind you. “I was going to ask if you needed any help. But I guess you answered my question.” You smile. His eyes widen at how forward you’re being, but he’s not going to deny this. He’s breathing hard, he seems nervous.

He takes a step forward and smashes his lips against yours, pushing you back into the wall behind you. He’s got a tight grip on you as he kisses you, teeth knocking against yours with the force of his lips moving with yours. He reaches for the shorts you still have on, pushing them down your legs. Once you’re bare, he lifts you up by your thighs, walking you over to his desk and sliding some of his paperwork off to set you down onto it. “Such a fucking temptress.” He breathes. He leans into you and you hold onto him by his neck, kissing him again. He’s got his hand wrapped around your lower back, hips rubbing into yours. The seam of his pants is stimulating you, making you moan out. He unbuttons them, unzipping them and pushing them low enough to expose his cock. Your eyes widen slightly at him. He spits in his hand, lowering his hand to slide it over your hole, earning a gasp from you. He slides his cock right into you, filling you completely full in one thrust. He clamps a hand over your mouth as a cry is about to leave your lips. “Stay quiet for me darling.” He chuckles. He holds it there as he begins fucking you, your body lurching with every hard thrust he takes. He raises your thighs higher up on his hips, pushing you further back into the desk, until the cold wood is pressed right up against your back. You clutch the edge of it, trying your hardest to stay quiet as he hammers his hips into yours.

“Been such a fucking tease-“ he grits his teeth. Holding onto your thighs. “Walking out there in basically nothing in the morning.. wearing those tight clothes- fuck.” He tilts his head back. Groaning out. “I didn’t think it’d work.” You look up at him, lazy smile on your lips. “You seduced me?” He smirks. You bite your lip, staying quiet. He snorts. “Bad girl hm?” He rubs at your clit with his thumb, and you tilt your head back once again. “Bad, bad girl.” He growls. Your knuckles are turning white with how hard you’re holding onto the desk, a death grip as he pounds you. He pushes a hand down around your throat, pushing down on you lightly. “You didn’t have to work too hard at it baby, just didn’t think you’d go for an old man like me.” He chuckles. “Oh… you have no idea.” You smile. You bite your lip lightly, gripping his wrist. He grits his teeth, he’s getting close. He draws his hand back, squeezing your breast, earning a whine from you. “Rub your clit.” He breathes. You look up at him, raising your hand. “Gonna show you how good I can make you feel.” He breathes. He pulls you closer to him, holding your thighs at a good angle. Instead of full thrusts, he starts grinding his cock into you perfectly. He rubs right up against the spongy spot inside of you and a cry leaves your lips.

He wants to tell you to quiet down, but he doesn’t care who hears anymore. You’re his, all his. “Oh my god-“ you cry out, letting your head rest back on his desk. “So tight on me sweetheart.” He grits his teeth. He keeps the steady pace, and your legs shake slightly as he pushes you closer to your high. “I- I’m gonna cum Captain.” You breathe. He smiles, “cum for me baby, that’s a good girl.” He growls. “Keep rubbing your clit.” He breathes. He’s right there too, praying you’ll cum before him. You tilt your head back, body lurching forward as you reach your high, and once he knows he’s ridden it out for you, he starts thrusting again. It only takes a couple until he’s spilling into you with a groan. You’re breathing hard as he helps you up, standing between your legs still.

“You’re a bad girl you know that?” He laughs. You smile. “Just for you though, Captain.”

“Good. Because I’m going to keep you to myself.” He laughs.

This was just the start of something scandalous.

[castiwls]

mothers day .ᐟ

Paring; coach!patrick x single mom!reader

Synopsis; your son wants to make mothers day special and who else better to drag into his plans then his tennis coach! the same tennis coach who really really want's to make a move properly this time.

Notes; I may start a tag list for this if I get enough interest? hm

Masterlist | coach!au masterlist

“Careful! That took us way too long for you to drop it at the finish line” 

Noah grinned his grip tightening on the tray he was currently holding. He slowed his pace down, climbing the steps one at a time to not drop the food. Being woken up at 6 am on a Sunday was far from his ideal weekend but Noah had insisted that they make you breakfast before you could beat them to it.

“Grandma helped me last year but she's on holiday and I can’t use the stove…mom’ll get mad.” He’d pleaded doing his puppy dog eyes alongside it and Patrick had folded almost immediately. An hour and a half later they’d managed to make a decent meal of pancakes and bacon.

“Wait.” Noah paused by his bedroom door, eyebrows furrowing for a moment before looking at Patrick. “Can you get the present for me?” He smiled as Patrick rolled his eyes letting out a small huff. “Jesus kid it’s not even 9 am yet and you’ve had me working my ass off here.”

Noah grinned slightly sheepishly. 

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You’d honestly forgotten about Mother's day. Sure your mom normally made sure Noah got you something but with your parents being away you’d just assumed that this year wouldn’t be a fuss. 

The last thing you’d expected was to be woken up by your son at 7:30 with a full breakfast and a gift. Your son had practically been vibrating in excitement when he’d showed you his work. 

“Happy Mother's Day!” He placed the tray down with surprising carefulness for a nine-year-old before jumping up next to you. “How did you do all this?” You wrapped an arm around him as he shuffled closer and your eyes narrowed slightly. The small smile which pulled at your lips softened the accusing look you’d sent him as he smiled innocently.

“Technically he didn't do it” Patrick hummed leaning casually against the door, the gift bag hanging loosely in his grasp. “I helped!’ Noah frowned.

“You threw flour everywhere.” Patrick raised an eyebrow as Noah flushed slightly. “I cleaned it up!” He argued. Patrick shook his head pushing off the door to sit at the edge of the bed. “You did. You did.”

You smiled watching the two quietly. Patrick staying around had become more and more common in the months since your sons birthday. It was more common than not at this point for him to show up and stay the weekend, something which Noah loved. Your son seemed happier than ever and loved having both you and Patrick around, even you’d found yourself enjoying his company.

You’d never admit that you liked waking up to him and Noah in the kitchen. It was nice to have another person other than your son around.

“You know you didn’t have to do anything.” You smiled. Noah shook his head with a stubborn pout. “It’s Mother's Day! You do stuff for my birthday!” He reasoned pushing the tray closer. Patrick smiled watching as your son chatted eagerly in your ear as you ate.

Quietly placing the bag down he stood slowly deciding to give you both some space but before he could reach the door his name was called. “Patrick, where are you going?” Both you and Noah had stooped to watch him.

You waited quietly for a response as he hovered in the doorway, his eyes glancing from the hall to you. “I was just gonna go clean up.”

A small frown pulled at your lips as your teeth gnawed on your lip for a moment. You didn’t want him to leave but you also understood that he might not want to be pulled into this any more than he had. 

He was still only technically a friend and even friend was only used lightly. Sure he wasn’t as annoying as he’d been at first, he’d almost calmed down in a way. His once relatively childish pursuit of you seemed to have halted.

You couldn’t remember the last time he’d made some sort of sexual joke or made you want to smack the arrogant smirk right off his stupidly handsome face.

He was actually becoming a decent person and part of you hated to admit how much you liked this new version of him.

“No rush…unless you have anything else to do?” You were slightly hesitant as you spoke, your voice faltering almost as you left the offer open. You were leaving the ball in his court to see what he would do.

He could make an excuse now and spend his day alone…or he could take the opening.

And he really wanted to take your opening.

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“Didn’t you watch this las-”

“Shh. You’re missing it.”

Patrick scoffed shaking his head with an amused smile watching as you focused back on the screen again. Noah was happily tucked between you both, picking absentmindedly at the chocolates you’d opened only a few hours before.

You’d been given full control of the TV for the day and quickly chose a movie that Patrick was beginning to realise was a common staple in your home. He sighed quietly saying your name as his head rolled back against the headboard. “You watched this on Friday.”

“And I’ll continue to watch it.” 

He opened his mouth, ready to make another comment before you cut him off. “Another word, and I'm cancelling the sports package.” Patrick's eyes widened, and his shoulders tensed for a moment. “You wouldn’t…”

Noah’s own eyes widened at your threat and for a moment you thought they were about to bug out of his head as you reached for your phone. “One click and it’s gone.” He shook his head looking back to Patrick with wide eyes. 

A small smile pulled at his lips as he reached over to ruffle his hair. “Your mom’s just joking.” Patrick’s eyes met yours and you raised an eyebrow. “I think.” He murmured. You shrugged placing your phone back down. “Complain about my movie choices one more time and I won’t be.”

A look of relief crossed Noah’s face as he settled back into the pillows. The room fell quiet again, the sound of the TV filling the silence as the three of you went back to watching. You felt Noah shift ever closer, his head resting against your chest as he fiddled with the cover.

Patrick’s head tilted down slightly at the feeling of Noah shifting, the hand that wasn’t intertwined with the covers tugging on the side of his sweatpants in a silent request. He frowned for a moment before catching on to what the boy wanted when he tugged particularly hard.

Taking a breath he shifted slightly closer a small happy sound leaving Noah as he was now cushioned between you both. You paid no mind, simply watching the screen and missing the wide-eyed look Patrick sent you for a moment as your son all but demanded to be cuddled by you both.

This had to be crossing some sort of line…right?

He was already crossing a line the minute he’d taken your offer to join you both in your bed but now, now he knew he was pushing it. He half expected you to notice and push him from the bed for overstepping his boundaries but you didn't.

You didn’t say anything.

After a moment he managed to will himself to relax, shifting slightly for a moment as his arm rested awkwardly in his lap. 

“Patrick, what's wrong?” You murmured looking over for a moment with a draw in your eyebrows. “Nothing. Nothing.” He shook his head settling down. You watched him shift his arm again so it didn’t press against the boy who now seemed fully enraptured by the movie. 

You watched him struggle for a moment before finally taking sympathy for him and reaching over to move his arm to rest on the pillows behind you both. Patrick’s arm tenses for a moment before his fingers graze against your shoulders.

You both settle back, matching smiles pulling at your lips.

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“Okay. He’s down.” 

Patrick glanced up from the plate he’d been washing as you entered the kitchen. “Nine years old and still demands his mom puts him to bed huh?”

“He’s still young!” You smiled moving to place a stray cup away before shutting the cupboard. “In a few years, he isn’t gonna even wanna be living in the same house as me.”

Patrick chuckled placing a plate on the drying rack. “I find that hard to believe. I don’t remember making my mom pancakes on Mother’s Day at the age of nine.” A quiet hum left you as he turned grabbing a tea towel to dry his hands. 

“I'm also pretty sure he was very clear that you shouldn’t be anywhere near the stove today?” He raised an eyebrow as you shrugged him off leaning against the counter. “Hey, I'm technically not near it.” You gestured across the kitchen. “You’re the one stood by it.”

Looking back he pursed his lips seeing you were correct. “Touche.” You watched as he placed the towel down before slowly approaching you. Your hip rested against the counter as he came to stand before you, his eyes trailing over your face for a moment.

His lips curled slightly as his eyes softened. “Your ex is possibly the stupidest guy alive, " he murmured after a moment. Your eyes narrowed briefly before a quiet laugh left your lips at his comment. “What?”

“He’s the stupidest guy alive for ever letting you go.”

Your breath caught for a moment as his words registered. He hummed quietly his hand reaching over to rub over your waist for a moment gently. “Well…his loss is someone else's gain.” You said, your voice was soft almost as if you were scared to talk too loud and break the moment.

The last time he’d touched you like this was minutes before you’d both ended up tangled in your sheets but this seemed different. Last time the only emotion you’d felt besides a slight disdain was lust. Now though? Now lust was the last thing on your mind.

“Patrick,” You sighed. “I can’t do another one-night stand. Noah needs stability an-”

“Hey. I’m not looking for another one-night stand.” He reassured. “If that's what I’d wanted I wouldn’t be standing in your kitchen five months after we already had one.” His thumb rubbed slow circles as his other hand hesitantly brushed a strand of your hair back before cupping your cheek. 

“Just…let me prove it to you alright? Prove that I’m serious about this.  About you and Noah.” You felt yourself leaning into his touch almost like two magnets finally being close enough to attract after months of teatheing on the edge. 

“Patrick you don’t need to prove that.” His eyebrows furrowed as you spoke confusion flashing across his features for a moment. “You proved that to me the minute you woke up at 6 am this morning to help him make pancakes.” His eyes lit up almost as you laughed quietly.

“So…If I asked you out properly you won't hit me.” He grinned feeling on cloud nine as you rolled your eyes pretending to think for a moment.

“You get one chance.”

[surplekit]

Your bestfriend was turning 19 today. For his birthday, you guys all decided to throw him a surprise party, although you were the mastermind behind most of the plans.

You guys managed to plan a day where you were all free and met up at the store to buy supplies for the party. Bakugo and Izuku picked up the cake, Bakugo insisting that he should be the one to hold it so “none of you idiots drop it”.

Mina and Ururaka handled the snacks and drinks, while you took care of most of the decorations, Denki by your side giving his two cents every time you made a decision. After you guys had bought the supplies, you carpooled over to Kirishima’s house, you driving, of course. The atmosphere was mostly Denki spewing his nonsense, Bakugo yelling at him to shut the fuck up, Mina singing along to whatever the aux was playing, and Izuku and Ururaka chatting it up in the back. Honestly, it’s a surprise you were even able to drive everyone to Kirishima’s place safely with the amount of distractions that you had to deal with.

After successfully making it to his place with all 6 lives, you all quickly ran inside to set up. Fortunately, you were able to keep everyone on track, and the decorations were done in half an hour. Bright red steamers hung down from the frame that led into the kitchen and balloons of all different designs floated gently around the room. Big balloons spelling out “HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRISHIMA” were carefully placed on the wall, visible to those who walked in through the front door. Everyone placed their party hats on, although Bakugo seemed a little more hesitant than everyone else. All the gifts were placed off to the side for him to open later. Finally, you had laid the cake out, bringing the “19” candles out when you hear the locking sound of a car outside the house.

You shut all the lights off and usher everyone to their spots, wanting to make this night perfect for your best friend. You hear the jingle of keys in the lock, walking closer to the entrance, and as the door slightly pushes open, you and everyone pop out of hiding.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” Everyone screams, Mina and Denki popping party streamers right in his face.

“AH! Fuck guys. Scared me so damn bad!” His crimson eyes drift to yours first, and he looks around, breathing heavily. He was in a black tank and shorts , probably coming back from the gym like always.

“Were you surprised?!?!” You exclaim, grinning from ear to ear. He walks in, placing his bag down as he admires all of your hard work.

“Super surprised. Can’t believe you guys did all of this for me… so.. manly.” It sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, and everyone starts laughing, watching him wipe away the tears that threaten to fall.

“Wait how did you get in?” He looks around confused.

“Dude. I literally have a key.” Denki says, enticing laughs from everyone.

“Well, should we do the cake?!” Ururaka says, and everyone cheers. Of course, you guys set it up as Kirishima goes to his room to freshen up. After a few minutes Izuku calls Kirishima to come down, and he walks out in a white tee and grey sweats. You can’t help but notice how big he’s gotten recently, the gym is definitely doing wonders to his body.

He walks over, towering behind you as you raise the lighter to light the candles. Ururaka gets out her phone and you guys sing happy birthday for him. Before blowing out the candles, he glanced over to you, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Following his “birthday wish” everyone cheers once more, and Izuku takes the responsibility of cutting everyone a slice. Everyone walks over to his couch, and someone puts a movie on the tv though nobody ends up actually watching it. You guys hang out as bestfriends, and it warms your heart to see everyone enjoying the party.

It gets late, and everyone seems to be getting a little tired. Ururaka proposes the idea of everyone taking an Uber back home together, and everyone agrees, but you had something else in mind.

“You guys go okay? Don’t worry about me!” You smile at them, and they all obviously exchange looks with each other.

Denki walks over to Kirishima and whispers something in his ear, something that makes Kirishima flush red. Mina and Ururaka pull you aside aswell, bombarding you with questions.

“Y/N you’ve been spending a lot of time with Kirishima.. is something going on between you two?” Ururaka teases you, causing the tips of your ears to warm up.

“W-what! No of course n-“ as you attempt to defend yourself, Mina interupts.

“Girl there definitely is. What you got planned for him tonight??” She says a little too loud for your liking, and you plead with her to be just a little quieter.

“Oh my god guys. It’s nothing!! Go home please!” You say, almost pushing them out the door.

“Bye Y/N! Oh and you too Kiri!” She winks at you, giggling with Ururaka as they walk out.

You compliment everyone on their hard work, and Kirishima thanks everyone, closing the door as Bakugo is the last the walk out.

“Oi.” Bakugo turns and sighs.

“Don’t do anything stupid.. got it? He says nonchalantly before walking off towards the rest of the group.

You and Kirishima stand there for a minute, trying to comprehend what you just heard. Although you guys ignore the comment, you still can’t help but feel embarrassed.

“So uh. Y/N? Why’d you decide to stay after?” Kirishima rubs the back of his head as he looks down, shy. It’s unlike him to be so bashful, especially around you.

“Just wanted to hang out a little longer. That’s.. okay, right?” You assure, batting your long eyelashes at him, and he nods his head without hesitation. It’s not like he can say no, especially when you’ve got him in a trance with those deep brown eyes.

“You wanna.. watch a movie or something? Or we can do whatever really it’s up to you like I don’t m-“ He starts rambling on, is he nervous? It’s not like you guys haven’t hung out alone together in the past.

Although now that you think about it, he’s been acting a little strange recently, like more than usual strange. A lot of the time he gets a little quieter around you, like he’s picking out his words carefully. You even catch him glancing at you, and you tease him about it all the time.

“Kiri.. you good? I’m fine with a movie!” You ask him concerned, and giggle at his stuttering. It seemed as though he stiffened up at your question.

“Y-yeah.. sorry.” He relaxed again, and you guys walked towards the couch. After a good minute of scrolling through Netflix, you two agree on a movie to watch. He gets up to grab two blankets, but he returns one after you insist that you guys can share.

“Lights off?” He asks, and you nod your head.

You can hear the soft padding of his feet on the wood floor as he makes his way towards you. He gets comfy on the couch, his back resting against the arm of the couch. You move in closer, laying your head on his chest and snuggling up on him under the blanket. He goes silent, and you can feel his heartbeat slowly speed up. Then, he takes his arm and gently wraps it around your shoulder, holding you close. You look up at him and smile, not aware of the position you just put him in.

As you two watch the movie, you move yourself to get more comfortable, and without realizing it, you grind your ass on his crotch. Of course, you were oblivious to what you had done, but Kirishima felt it. He groans quietly at the gentle friction you had unknowingly given him and he prays to god that you just sit still.

However, you still weren’t comfortable. Again, you adjust your body, trying to find a suitable position. And again, Kirishima feels the plush fat of your ass grind over his crotch, a little harder this time. He chokes up, a whimper almost leaving his mouth.

Now he’s hard. He knew it would happen, and he wanted to prevent it but he can’t really control that can he? All he can do is be thankful that the lights are off, otherwise you probably would’ve seen his hardon. Although the thought of you seeing him in this state has crossed his mind so many times over the last few weeks.

“Y/N, I’ll be back, gimme a minute.” You tell him to come back quickly, as Kirishima gets up and makes his way towards the hallway. He disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door.

He rushes to the sink, leaning against the counter. He looks down at his sweats.

Shit.

He was hard as a rock.

“Fuck..” He whispers to himself. He knew when it got like this he was almost insatiable. Sometimes when he got in the mood.. you would cross his mind. Only you. Enticing him with your beautiful complexion and thick lips. He’d always end up jerking his cock for hours, although he understood he’d never truly be satisfied.

But why now? Why when you were literally in his living room, waiting for him on his couch? He had to do something, it was so hard it nearly hurt. Maybe if he could just give himself some friction he could hold out until you went home.

He pulled down his sweats gently palmed himself over his boxers, causing him to gasp, a little too loud. If he’s gonna be indecent in your presence he should at least be quiet.

He’s so needy. So, so needy. He would do anything for you to come over and help him but he knows that’s not realistic. For him to think about you, his bestfriend in a way so lewd is so disgusting, so.. so filthy. He moans quietly, reaching into his boxers to pull out his already leaking cock. He inhales sharply at the familiar sensation, as he runs his trembling hand down the underside of his dick.

He exhales shakily, and begins stroking himself slowly, adjusting to his warm hand.

“A-ah..” he whimpers out, just quiet enough so that you don’t suspect anything. Images of you pass through his mind. Images of your smaller frame, images of your beautiful smile and sounds of your heartening laughter running through his head. You’re so beautiful.

What would you look like with his cock in your hand, in your mouth maybe? He covers his mouth with his free hand and squeezes his eyes shut. How can he think of you in such a vulgar way? You’ve been nothing but kind and respectful to him, and surely you’ll be disgusted and never want to see him again if you catch him here.

His face flushes pink as his cock releases more precum. He picks up the pace and applies more pressure on his cock, using his thumb to massage the slit on his pink tip.

“Ngh.. ah- ah..” he moans into the empty bathroom. It’s only been a few minutes but the feeling of his hand jerking his cock is stimulating him so good. He whimpers and moans quietly to himself, pleading for who knows what.

Still, you’re laying on the couch, waiting for Kirishima to come back. It’s been quite some time now, and he’s still in the bathroom. You get up, and make your way over to the bathroom, calling out for him.

“Kiri? You okay in there?” You ask concerned, maybe he has an upset stomach, he did eat a lot of cake.

The sound of your approaching voice sends Kirishima into a state of panic. He cannot let you see him like this.

“Y-yeah! I’m good!” His voice cracks slightly.

“Just gimme.. gimme a second I’m doing something.” You take his word and make your way back over to the couch. You just hope he’s alright. The sound of your footsteps gets quieter and quieter, and he sighs. A sigh of relief.

“Gotta.. finish.. p-please..” He tells himself, his hand getting tired from stroking his cock. He stroked himself a little faster, using his other hand to play with his balls. He needs all the stimulation he can get.

“F-fuck..” Kiri cries out, biting down on his shirt in an attempt to muffle his loud sounds. He focuses on his sensitive tip, each graze of his finger making him squint. He leans against the wall and tilts his head back, chasing his release.

“Ngh..!” He moans out, at a volume that you definitely heard. He keeps going though, disregarding the sound of your feet padding across the floor.

“Kirishima. Are you okay? I’m worried.” You say against the door, waiting for his response.

His heart stops.

His hand doesn’t.

He whimpers again, his hips begin bucking up into his hand as he desperately chases that sweet release.

“Y/N, I’m.. a-okay.” He tries his best to sound convincing, and he fails horribly.

“Kirishima. I’m coming in.” His eyes open wide and his head turns towards the door.

“No! Y/N don-“ the door swings open, and there you are. In the doorway. Your eyes lock on his hand and bare dick. But he can’t stop. He can’t stop his hand from moving. He can’t stop the whimpers and moans from leaving his mouth.

What a filthy sight.. your bestfriend.. staring at you with such needy eyes as he ruts his hips up into his hand. You freeze for a moment, trying to comprehend what’s going on.

Once you do, you shut the door so quickly, chanting apologies from behind the door. Everything happened so quickly, and he finally realizes what’s going on and lets go of his dick, still failing to orgasm.

“Oh my god. Y/N I’m so, so sorry. I.. I didn’t want you to see me like this.” Kirishima blurts out, you two both still in shock. He’s always had thoughts about you with your eyes on him as he’s masterbating, but now that it’s happened it’s more of a nightmare than a dream.

“Um. I-.. can you.. finish.. at least? I shouldn’t have walked in on you.” What are you even supposed to say? It’s not like you haven’t thought about your bestfriend in sexual scenes like this but for it to happen right now? You’re not prepared!

“Um.. I.. I can’t. It’s been like this for some time. I-it wouldn’t go down.. don’t know what to do.” He says quietly, embarrassed. He wants to disappear. To cry. He’s sure you’d hate him now. But a part of him wants you to assist him in any way possible.

“I’m not really.. I don’t know. Maybe I-I can help you..?” No way you just suggested that. Are you out of your mind, you’re nowhere near experienced!

His eyes light up, he wants to say yes, but he can’t allow you to do this for him.

“No. No, Y/N. I’m sorry this is so disgusting, if you want to leave I understand. I’m so embarrassed.” He tells you from the other side of the door. You feel bad for him. How long has he felt like this? Of course, you want him to come to you for anything but were you offering too much? But you can’t leave him like this, especially since you interrupted his session.

“Kiri, it’s okay. It could be like a learning experience..?” You try to lighten the mood with a half joke. You push the door open slightly, peeking into the room. His eyes avert yours, the tips of his ears and cheeks bright pink.

He glances at you with a look of guilt on his face, looking away again. But you smile at him, trying to alleviate some of the embarrassment he’s feeling. You walk over to him and place your hand on his cheek, causing him to look over to you. Your eyes lock with his crimson eyes and he admires your face. You’re so kind to him. You look down at his leaking cock, he’s still hard. This poor boy.

You reach your hand down to his cock but hesitate.

“Can I..?” You ask him. He doesn’t respond verbally, but he looks at you with a pleading expression, almost begging for you to help him.

You grab his cock, gently squeezing around it. He gasps, his abs flexing. He looks down at you, not sure of what to make of the situation.

“Do you.. like me? Kiri?” You ask, waiting for his response.

“So much. Didn’t want to.. ruin.. our f-friendship..“ he says, whimpering in between each word. You question him further, wanting to know how long this has been going on for.

“Since the f-first.. day. You w-walked into class and I..” he moans as he tells recalls the memory of you. You had just transferred to the school and knew nobody at all. But you got your hair and nails done, and you and everyone else knew you looked good. Unsurprisingly, the boy with the bright red hair decided to walk up to you and show you around the school, soon becoming your best friend.

“..I’ve been.. d-desperate for you for a few..” he begins confessing, lost in the pleasure. Slowly, you increase the speed of your hand, making sure to squeeze his cock each time you reach the base.

“few.. f-fuck.. months. Wanted.. n-needed you ‘s.. bad..”

“And..?” You coax more info out of him.

“I.. everytime it gets like this..” he says, referring to his cock.

“I-I think about.. you.. ‘m.. s-sorry.. ngh.. I would master-masterbate.. for hours. Never was s-satisfied though..”

Your bestfriend just confessed maybe everything? He has feelings for you and he jerks himself off thinking about you. All of this makes you realize that deep in your mind, you felt the same. But pushed the feelings back, for the same reason he did.

“Yeah?” Your tone sultry, a tone you’ve never used with him before. You loll your tongue out, allowing it to tease the tip.

“Y-yeah.. Sh-shit.. even.. even dreamed.. about this.. happening. Never thought it w-would come true.” It’s getting harder for him to form sentences, his brain malfunctioning.

“D-don’t.. don’t hate me.. please. ‘m sorry..” he pleads. Your heart hurts, how could he ever think such a thing?

“I could never hate you, Kiri. I promise it’s okay. You had to deal with this for so long.. my poor Kiri..” you coo at him, running your free hand down his abdomen.

He gazes at you, a lovesick expression plastered on his face. The use of “my” makes his stomach turn. He wants your love. Your praise.

You start to fondle his balls as you stroke his cock, causing him to twitch occasionally. His mouth falls agape slightly, his head falling forward.

“Ah.. it’s.. c-coming..” he whimpers quietly, petting your head gently. His breathing is irregular now, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He’s so cute, this unknown side of him.

“W-wanna be.. yours.. Y/N. Nobody else… let me, Y/N.. please.” He begins begging. You keep jerking him off, his legs getting weaker each stroke but he keeps thrusting his hips into your hand.

“Y/N please.. close.. r-really close..” your long nails trace his defined abs as you run your thumb over his pink tip, pulling loud moans from the red haired boy. He’s already been caught, might as well be as loud as he wants.

“C-cumming..! Y/N.. a-ah..!” He cries out, holding onto your shoulders for stability, his legs shaking. He squints his eyes and grits his teeth, his veined cock jumping each time it releases a thick spurt of cum. Kirishima is extremely sensitive to touch, his entire body twitching as he cries and whimpers shamelessly.

“F-fuck! T-thank you.. Y/N.. l-love you..!” Did he mean that? Or is he just lost in the overwhelming pleasure? You continue to stroke him through his high, careful not to overstimulate the sweet boy. Still thanking you, he begins to regulate his breathing.

You smile at him, noticing his flushed face and built body. He helps you off the floor, shyly looking away. You assure him that his feelings for you are reciprocated, and you would love for him to be your boyfriend, although it should be spoken about at a better time.

Still, you can feel the strong arousal radiating off of him. He wants more. A lot more, but he doesn’t want to overstep your boundaries. The tension in the air is electrifying, both of you understanding that the other wants them just as bad. You want him so bad. But are either of you guys ready to take it to the next step?

Part 2 or nah 🌚

[ham-st4r]

𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓹𝓽. 6 - 𝓛. 𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰

📞Pairing: heeseung + fem reader!

Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, mature jokes, cursing.

Genre: PSO (phone sex operator) heeseung

Number of words: 1,900k

Find your way around!

You called heeseung the next day at that same time, FaceTiming him after he got off work and you were out of school. You both talked and talked for hours, realizing how much you enjoyed just casually chatting with one another after your days had ended, and it soon became a habit.

Calling every other day turned into every day, and months passed by. Heeseung quickly became your best and only friend. Not only did he listen to you attentively and take genuine interest in you, but he also took care of you in a way that no one else had.

He’d guide you to pleasure and instruct you on how to touch yourself in all the right places until you were creaming around your fingers coming undone for him night after night.

At first, you were embarrassed that you were up until the morning up to no good till you found a phone sex website all those months ago, but now, as you talk with heeseung over the phone, you are so glad that you did cause you actually liked him and his company it was rare to meet good people online, but he was your diamond in the rough so to speak.

The only problem was that you couldn’t really take things further. You were miles away from him, and now that you’d be studying abroad, you would be even further away from him.

You didn’t quite know how to tell him, especially cause he was talking about flying to meet you so much recently, and the gesture was so sweet. The fact he would fly just to meet you was unfathomable in itself, but unfortunately, you’d have to turn him down.

“So I was thinking of coming next month if you’re open to that,” he says, looking at you through the phone screen. Your conversations were far more casual now. You both comfortably interacted and talked about anything or nothing at all, sometimes just enjoying one another’s presence or even sharing playlists. Some nights, he’d even set up his phone so you could watch him game. So, needless to say, in the months that have passed, you guys have grown close, and the only logical next step would be meeting up.

“Hee-“ he doesn’t let you finish before he goes into full-blown detail about coming to meet you. Truthfully, he didn’t want to let you speak cause he was afraid of you potentially saying no, so he tried his best to convince you before you gave him a solid answer.

“Look, this is all the money I saved.” he reaches into his drawer, holding up a stack of cash, and your eyes bulge at the amount he made all that from phone sex and a part-time job. “Tickets are cheaper around this time of year, too, so that helps. I’ve already been looking at places to go and sights to see, but I think it’ll be even better if you show me some of your favorite places to visit as well.” he smiles, and your heart fills with warmth from his consideration towards you. “Also,” he raises a sneaky brow, a small pink box coming into the frame. “Got you a little something,” he held out the box in front of the camera, and you gasped. It had to be some type of jewelry. You just hoped he didn’t spend too much; you were happy just spending time talking with him. You didn’t need a gift.

“Hee” you say softly looking over the box. “You didn’t have to meeting. You would be enough of a present.”

“Why thank you,” he says shyly and places the box down. “But I want to. You deserve a present for being my best friend, but maybe I could be your present, and you could unwrap me if you know what I mean,” he winks playfully.

“You’re so stupid,” you say endearingly. “I wish I could hug you right now,” he chuckles softly, wishing for the same exact thing.

“Me too, my angel, so what do you say? How about next month?” He asked, feeling a bit more confident with what your answer would be now that he showed you he was in a position to actually meet you.

You bit your lip, contemplating if you should tell him or not. You were about to cause if you didn’t, that would be unfair to him, but his eyes looked so hopeful that you couldn’t, so you lied. “Yeah next month” you whisper and he grins showing you that beautiful white smile.

“Next month,” he repeated while smiling from ear to ear. “Can’t wait to see you and give you your gift. I know you’ll love it.”

“I’ll love anything you get for me, hee,” you swoon.

“I know, my angel,” he hums. “I’m already thinking about how to spend our night together.”

“Have you now?” You quirk your brow.

“Yes, mam.” he reclined against his bed frame, his biceps on display thanks to his sleeveless shirt, and he looked so rideable at that moment.

“What are we gonna do?” You change the angle of your camera lying on your stomach, and he can see your butt while you kick your feet playfully.

He bites his lip at the sight running a palm over his length. “There’s a little park not far from you, a fancy restaurant that I had to book months in advance, and then I was thinking maybe you’d take me back to your place and show me around, yeah? Specifically, your bed.” his voice drops an octave lower, and it reminds you of the first night you called him. A tingle shoots through your core, your stomach doing the thing as he smiles at you.

“That sounds nice,” you mutter, trying to keep your cool, but you can’t when it’s him.

“That sounds good to you, angel?”

“Yes,” you answer again, a bit more quietly than before, and you feel just as timid as the first time you called him.

“Aww, don’t get all shy on me now. Weren’t you just spread open for me last night, fingers buried deep in your wet pussy while you begged for me to fuck you” he smirks and laughs at your embarrassment as you move out of the frame. “Now say it again, be a good girl,” he encourages, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you say a little louder, but not pleasing enough for him.

“Louder,” he baits you.

“Yes,” your voice shakes, and your face heats up with embarrassment.

“Louder for me, angel, like you were last night,” he groans, his hand pressing on the tent that began to form underneath his pants.

“Yes, heeseung,” you moan, and it sounds so pleasing to his ears.

“Perfect.” You hear his pants unzip, and your eyes widen. “Don’t act surprised. I know you’re wet too, angel” He positions his camera further away so you can see between his legs clearly as he shifts out of his clothing on his lower half freeing his stiff veiny cock. “Fuck” he sighs in relief, running his palm over his cock. “Show me we’ve done this so many times, baby. It’s just me and you,” he whispers.

He’s right. You have done this often, but it didn’t take away any of your shyness while baring yourself to him on camera. The way he spoke to you made you feel like you had all the confidence in the world as you quickly flipped over on the bed, revealing your bottom half to him.

You hear a gasp from his end, and just the sight of between your legs made his eyes roll back in his head. “Now slip those cute little panties to the side and show me what only I get to see,” he grunts, gripping his base and squeezing tightly.

You timidly do as he says, and embarrassingly enough, there’s a thick string of arousal connected to your panties as you push them aside, showing him your tight hole.

“Angel, what are we gonna do with you? If my voice makes you this wet imagine if I was there whispering sweet nothings in your ear, rubbing your clit, and fucking your soaked pussy with this dick” he starts to stroke himself, slowly building up to the pleasure.

You whine helplessly, your hole squeezing so tightly around nothing as you circle your throbbing clit. “Heeseung,” you moan as your other hand busies itself inside your cunt, two dainty fingers filling your little pussy.

“That’s all you’d be able to say is my name after I finish with you,” he laughs breathily, tugging on his long dick until he reaches his tip rubbing his palm in fast circles as precum bubbles on the head. “I’d fuck you so good. The only thing you remember is my dick and my name stuff you so full you can’t even think straight, and the only thing you’ll want when I’m done is for me to do it all over again.”

“Yes, hee” You slip your finger as deep as they can go working fast circles on your overly sensitive clit, and it’s not long before you cum.

“Your pussy looks so good,” he groans. “Bet it’d look even better with my dick shoved deep in it. You’d like that, right angel?”

“Fuck yes, want nothing more than your thick cock filling my insides,” You moan lewdly, losing yourself in bliss as you imagine him doing any and everything to your touch-starved body. “Want to feel your cum inside me? Need you stuffing me full heeseung”

“God, you’re so fucking naughty sometimes” he fondles his balls a little, adding to the already mind-numbing pleasure. “You can have that baby. Every single last inch of my dick belongs to you. Id fill you up for being such a good girl, give you round after round of my warm cum breed your pussy till it’s leaking out of you for days.”

“Yes, need it so bad hee want to feel your cum in me,” you say breathlessly, your walls clenching around your fingers tightly as you came.

Your words made him reach his limit. The idea of filling you with his cum would literally be fulfilling one of his biggest fantasies.

“Fuck I’ll give it to you, ugh,” he whines. “I’m cumming” he announced, rubbing his dick faster until hot white spurts shot out from the tip and coated his tensing stomach.

“Me too” The sight of his face twisted in pleasure, his whiny moans and the amount of cum he spilled for you is what brought you to your second orgasm, rubbing your clit so fast until you were creaming and clenching your digits, wishing it was his cock instead. “Fuck yes,” you sigh, eyes squeezing shut while your orgasm takes over your body, your legs shaking with bliss as he rubs himself through his high, watching the way your body reacts to the pleasure.

Your breaths are heavy, and your fingers slip out of your hole, creamy white following after, and the sight makes heeseung’s cock twitch as he bites his lip. “Wish I could lick you clean, angel fuck” he let go of his soft cock, eyes glazed over with arousal and exhaustion.

“In a month from now,” You giggle softly and huff out a tired breath.

“Yeah, in a month from now,” he smirked, and he could hardly wait.

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[feasibilities]

Love & Hate | Thomas Shelby x Reader

Synopsis: Thomas' declining mental state pushes his wife over the edge.

Warnings: Alcoholism, Separation, Emotional Abuse, PTSD, Pregnancy

Author's Note: I was so obsessed with the scene of Thomas confronting the nuns that I wrote this. Enjoy!

Dear Thomas,

I don’t think this marriage will last any longer. I don’t recognize you anymore. You are never home—physically or mentally. All of your burdens fall on my shoulders and I can’t carry them anymore. I love you with my entire being and I hope that you’re able to heal.

Thomas charged into the bedroom you two shared with the letter you wrote him clenched in his gloved fist. You kept your back turned to him and hastily closed your suitcases. You were filled with a sense of dread as you were supposed to be gone before he returned.

“What the fuck is this?” He asked, fury brimming under the surface. His eyes were burning holes in the back of your head. A deep exhale left him before he snapped at your disregard. 

“Look at me!” He bellowed, making you flinch. You turned to face him. His anguished eyes could’ve changed your mind but you had to stand firm in your decision. 

“I can’t deal with this anymore, Tom. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the news in-person.” You said apologetically, taking off your wedding ring. You heard the rumple of his leather gloves as he clenched his fists tighter. You placed it on the mantle of the fireplace. Gathering your belongings, you walked past him and began to walk downstairs. In an act of desperation, he followed and took one of your suitcases. He handed it to Frances and ordered her to unpack it. You wordlessly retrieved the bag and left. A roaring “Fuck!” came from the home once you shut the door. 

Thomas drank himself half to death in his office. Frances made up as many reasons as she could to enter without his permission. She eventually got him to stop drinking with false promises of your return. 

—

Christmas was near and Arrow House was beautifully decorated for the occasion. Thomas invited family and friends but the absence of his wife was still a sore spot. Thanks to Charlie Strong, he found out that you were back at your parent’s estate. Despite his criminal activities, your parents were disappointed at the separation as they had never seen you happier. He decided to give you a call. Fortunately, he still knew the number by heart. 

“Hello?” You answered in a singsong tone. A sense of relief washed over him at the sound of your voice. 

“It’s Thomas.” He clarified. 

“Oh, hi. It’s nice to hear from you.” You said softly. 

“Yeah, I just wanted to invite you to Christmas dinner. I know we’ve separated but a seat at the table is always open for you.” He confessed, clearing his throat to prevent any tremors in his voice. The line was silent for a moment that felt like an eternity to him.

“What time should I arrive?” You asked. 

“6 in the evening would be nice.” He replied. A rare smile crept across his face. 

“Great, see you then, Tom. Goodnight.” You said, ending the call. He sat on the couch and toyed with your wedding ring. 

On Christmas morning, Frances was surprised to see Thomas in a particularly gleeful mood. She suspected that he got in contact with you but kept her opinions to herself. She grew annoyed by his insistence on perfection as he was never this obsessive since the wedding. The clock struck 6 o’clock and Thomas paced around the dining room until the doorbell rang. He opened the door to see his beloved. He hurriedly invited you in and sat your presents under the tree. 

“There’s no one here, Tom. Did I miss dinner?” You asked after seeing the empty dining table. 

“No, I told you to come an hour earlier so we could chat.” He said sheepishly. You shot him a fiery glare before he led you to the study. He was too busy admiring your figure to begin any conversation. 

“What did you want to talk about?” You said firmly, tapping his leg to get his attention. 

“I was hoping you would consider moving back in. I’ve had a lot of time to think about these past few months and I realized what I lost.” He said.

“That’s wonderful, Tom, but that can’t happen unless you’ve made some substantial changes in your life. I don’t think that could happen in the little time we’ve been apart. We’ve been together for nearly 10 years now.” You countered. 

“I haven’t changed completely but I’m working on it.” He argued, looking at the floor. 

“You’ve been working on it since you came home from the war. Whatever ‘work’ you’re doing is not enough. I’m not going to sit around and watch you kill yourself. I won’t be an emotional punching bag either.” You objected, feeling your heart break all over again. Your words, as true as they were, were like bullets tearing through his body. He searched for an escape.

“Let’s go meet the other guests, eh?” He said flippantly, walking to the hall.

“Not until we finish the conversation you started.” You hissed. The harshness of your tone caught him off guard—he returned and sat in a nearby chair. 

“I will move back in under these conditions: You see a doctor on a regular basis, you stop drinking so much, and you make time for us as husband and wife. This is the last time, Thomas, and I mean it.” You attested, standing over him. He silently accepted your terms and retrieved your wedding ring from his pocket. 

“Mrs. Shelby, will you do me the great honor of moving in with me again?” He asked, sliding the band on your finger. You leaned down and gave him a lingering kiss. His hands naturally came to rest on your hips. That familiar flame was reignited until you realized you had to put them out until the party was over. 

“We can meet the guests now.” You quipped, walking out of the study. 

The worries of Thomas’ friends and family were eased when they saw you two in jubilation once more. It didn’t seem like a facade like party that occurred the night before your departure. The issues in your marriage weren’t magically fixed but your love allowed you to work on them together. 

—

The bed shook wildly as Thomas thrusted into you. You raked your nails down his back as you panted in his ear. He was so intoxicated with pleasure that his praises were completely unintelligible. Your walls spasmed around his dick as his thrusts sped up. Your soft whimpers progressed to unbridled screams of passion. A loud groan left him as he finished inside of you. The both of you kissed lovingly before he laid next to you. You traced the tattoo on his chest as he closed his eyes. 

“What if we had a baby?” You asked. His eyebrows furrowed before his eyes flickered open.

“The doctor said we couldn’t.” He replied, examining you closely. 

“I’m late, Thomas. Incredibly late.” You said blatantly, making eye contact. 

“Is that why you were drinking that awful sparkling cider?” He teased. 

“Mhm.” You hummed, putting his hand on your stomach. 

“It’ll be a boy then.” He proclaimed. 

“God, no. I can’t handle any more Shelby boys. All of you are batshit.” You joked. 

[finelinevogue]

an absolute nuisance

summary - harry is a nuisance in the morning

pairing - boyfriend!harry x reader

word count - -1k

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“What’s this for?” Harry sat up in bed against the headboard.

The duvet was pushed down onto his lap so his bare torso was showing. There was a little roll or two where his stomach was tucked over from where he was sitting.

“Happy first day of spring!” You smiled cheerily.

You felt happy this morning.

The sun was shining into your bedroom, the sky was cerulean blue and the birds were chirping away.

You handed Harry his mug of peppermint tea, which he religiously had every morning, whilst you enjoyed the classic english breakfast tea. Milk, no sugar.

“Thank you, m’love.” Harry smiled, giving you a moment to kiss him softly before you situated yourself beside him crossed legged.

“Sleep okay?”

You took a sip of your drink even though you knew it would be too hot.

Harry kept his hands around his mug as if it was the middle of winter, more out of habit than necessity.

“Mm, yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going ‘round to Noel’s this afternoon to drop off some tech gear.” Harry told you.

“Okay.” You nodded, “I’ve got work at 2.”

“When do you get off?”

“Should be about 6, but you know what they’re like.” You rolled your eyes.

“If Katherine keeps you for extra hours again, love.. I’m going down there myself to kidnap you.”

You chuckled, “Kidnap me?”

“Yeah. I’ll stage the whole thing. I’m an actor now, you know?” He winked at you, carefully taking a sip of his drink.

“Okay, Mr Hollywood.”

You stayed chatting about everything and nothing whilst you enjoyed your morning teas, before you decided to start getting ready for the day.

“Where you going?” Harry asked, his hand softly stroking small circles into the exposed skin of your thigh.

“Need to get ready.”

You reached over to draw the loose hairs away from his eyes, allowing your hand to brush over his cheek as it moved due his face.

Harry warmed at the feeling, his cheeks glowing in colour as your skin moved across his.

“Don’t go.” He pouted.

You moved from your cross legged position to sitting on your legs in a kneeling position. You leant closer to Harry and cupped both of his cheeks with your hands.

“I’m only going to get ready.” You kissed him. He kissed you.

“Wanna stay in this moment with you forever.” You kissed again.

“And make me late for a shift with Katherine? I don’t think so. If I had a dick, she’d cut it off.”

Your words sent a laugh through Harry, him complaining how sometimes you really did know how to ruin a moment. You took it as a compliment, because sometimes it would a good tactic to have.

“She’ll cut off my tits instead.”

“No!” Harry pretended to be horrified, which sent you into a fit of laughter. You sank you face down into the crook of his neck to hide yourself.

He smelt so good. And how? It was first thing in the morning and he smelt so homely and perfect.

Harry took the moment to his advantage, pushing himself over you and trapping you underneath him. The manoeuvre was too quick for you to even understand the logistics of it.

“Harry!” You sighed with a giggle.

“You have four hours before you need to leave.” He whined. “Stay with meeee.” He buried his face against your neck and left a trail of kisses there, getting close to the spot behind your ear that made you melt.

“But I need to do stuff.”

“Yeah? Like what? Maybe love on your boyfriend?”

“Gonna be just my friend in a moment if you don’t let me go.” You huffed.

Harry’s head perked up at that. “There’s nothing friendly about what you did to me last night.”

“You make it sound like you were helpless…” You giggled.

“I was!”

“Oh give over.”

“You had me completely surrendered.”

“You’re such a nuisance.” You groaned, trying to lift up but he was too heavy for you.

“And yet you love me. Sounds like you’ve got the issues, babe.” He teased you.

“I hate you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed you. Reluctantly, you kissed him too - which only ended up with you staying in bed for another four hours…

[tosksuki]

His Essence

Pairing:gangleader!connie x y/n x armin

WARNING: sadistic!connie & masochist, humiliation kink , cuckingish , exhibition , voyeurism , dubcon , mentions of drugs , overstim , oral (fem only receiving) , praising, choking , fingering, dacryphilia , pet names , i think thats it

WordCount: 1.8k

Summary: Connie doesn’t like when you’re acting like this, being all fucking friendly friendly with Armin. You don’t know what you’re doing but god he cant miss the way Armin looks at you or how his cheeks turn shades of pink when you’re near him. This is why he hated bringing you to meetings but you begged him to come because you had nothing better to do. It was a mistake because all he told you to do was sit pretty next to him and chill out, but nooo you had to do the complete opposite. Another hour passes and Connie is pissed as hell so he ends the meeting but tells Armin to stay behind with the both of you....

“Niee let me go with you stop being a dick.” You scoffed, you have no idea why he wont let you got to his meetings anymore. “I've been dating you for 6 years its not like i'm gonna snitch on you” you tugged his hood off his head. He huffed in annoyance knowing good and well hes gonna fold.

“Fine. -he rolled his eyes and slightly lifted up your chin- but the only thing I want you to do is to sit pretty and chill out for me. Can you do that for me?” He lightly tapped your cheek with his finger. “Deal” you got your stuff ready and brought your own blanket because in all honesty you can’t trust the blankets at the trap because lord knows whose been doing what with who. Connie watched you slipped into your slides before opening the door for you and slapping your ass as you walked out in-front of him.

The trap wasn't too far from you and Connies condo so in a blink....well maybe two or three, you guys were already there. You ran into the house and was hit in the instant with the scent of heavy weed and the sound of music just booming all through the place. "SASHAAAAA" You jumped on her back before she got the chance to turn around. "I missed you so so so much." you said with a pout.

"Heyyyy pretty I missed you too" She let out in a whisped tone after blowing an O shape of smoke. Everybody got seated in the kitchen or around the island. You took your spot on Connies lap because its the only spot that was closest to him. Connie began his boring chit chat about guns and weed and opps, same old same old blah blah blah. You were getting bored and saw that Armin was sitting looking bored and the end of the island so you slid down from your personal "seat" and gave Connie a quick kiss on his neck and waddled over to Armin to bother him like you always do.

"Heyy Armin -you whispered to not interrupt whatever they we talking about- whacha doinn" You hopped in the seat next to him and shoved him a little with your shoulder. "HI y/n" He said fiddling with his blunt and scrolling through his phone. You leaned over to see what was so interesting not really caring how close you guys were to eachother, you saw he was texting about someone but you couldn't figure out who.“So? Whose the lucky girl—or is it a guy? Yk I always had an hunch” you elbowed him giggly. Armin peeked up from his phone and flinched "God- what the fuck are you doing so close to me" He quickly snatched his phone away from view and turned his phone off.

Connie snapped his head in you guys direction and saw Armin a lot a bit too close to his princess. You knew Connie was always alert when you were away from him because he doesn’t want his precious girlfriend to get hurt so you sent a thumbs up in his direction to reassure him. Connie sent you a questionable look confused as why the fuck you were that close.

Connie didn’t necessarily hate Armin but instead he felt bad for the guy , because he knew blondie couldn’t have you. It was annoying at how blind you were, You didn’t notice how Armins cheeks changed all shades of pink when you were around him but he did. You didn’t notice how Armins hands slightly touched you where he wasn’t supposed to touch but you belived those stupid pathetic “oh sorry”s he gave you but Connie watched his every move.

Connie snaped. Why? You don’t know, you were confused as everyone else. Connie enviously looked over at you , so oblivious to armins sly movements. “Everybody get the fuck out, Armin stay behind with me and y/n” He spat. You whined unknowingly as you said goodbye to everyone and blowing Sasha a kiss and shutting the door.

“C’mere pretty” Connie said blowing out a cloud of smoke, you go over to him and take ur spot back in his lap. Armin shifts uncomfortably in his seat trying to look anywhere but at the both of you. “So, Armin, whatd you think about the plans” He said in between the kisses harshly placed on your neck. “Uhm I wasn’t-I wasn’t paying attention” he tripped over his words as he watched Connie snake your waist and into your pants. “Nie what are y-“ you tried to speak but Connie cut you off with a press on your clit.

“Aw did I cut you off hm?“ He said with the most sinful grin you’ve ever seen and continued his abuse on your littlemissmissy. His eyes finding and boring back into Armins eyes, “and..you,,,you weren’t paying attention because what? Because of this dumb slut on my lap taking my fingers infront of you?” He let out a airy laugh, “Connie st-ah-!“ You tried to hold back a moan and failed “Conniee -t’s too much.” You yelped.

Connies eyes bore into Armins very blankly, “ya know,,,you could never have her right?”. “mmh shit” you moaned as he started laying lazy kisses all over you and never where you wanted the most. He slid a finger you and then another but too slowly for your liking. You whimpered digging the heels of your feet into the counter. “What is it love? You need something baby?” You nodded frantically as his fingers moved agonizingly slow it was unbearable. “Want-t nneed you to-o faster, please”

You covered your face with your palm while your free hand steadied you on the counter. Everything became too overwhelming from Nie’ fingers moving in and out and tongue never leaving your dripping pussy to Armin getting off and rubbing his very visible hard on. “ConNiE— gnna cum please let me cum” you said almost with a shout letting out loudest moan. He knew you wouldn’t last much longer by the way your hips rose off the counter trying to scram away from him till finally you saw white and so did he but this time it was your cum that fluttered his vision. He watched as your cunt clenched around the hot and heavy air that surrounded the room.

“You did so good for me pretty” he kissed all over your face whispering sweet praises as his fingers helped you eased out your high. Connie stood up from his stool and hastily walked over to Armin and whispered “open up pretty boy” to your surprise he obliged and Connie shoved his cum covered fingers into his mouth. “Fuck…you like that shit huh?” He watched as saliva started swelling and spilling down his fingers. You were still watching the most lewd thing you’ve seen unfold. Armin groaned at the taste of your cum and the feeling of Connies rough pace against his tongue. “Her pussy tastes good doesn’t it?” connie whispered and Armin quickly nodded.

Armin opened his mouth slightly out of breath from having to breathe through his nose. It was silent between the two, you rolled onto your stomach watching the scene unfold. You jumped up from the counter forcing your postorgasm legs to stutter a bit. Armin watched with big eyes as you jumped into his lap pulling his hoodie for a kiss.

You shrieked when he picked you up and moved to the couch for more room. You landed on the couch with an oomph. He pulled you against him and hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down agonizingly slowly. “F’’me t’is pussy so wet mama” he groaned as he shifted you onto his lap. You took off his hoodie n shirt and analyzed his soft abs n seeing scars you never knew of. You began kissing his ear down to his neck then traced to his soft pink lips. Armin shyly spread your pretty waxed pussy lips makin you moan into his mouth. You pulled on his sweats and he assisted you by lifting up his lips just enough to release his dick. It wasn’t as pretty as your lovely boyfriend connies but it was still thick n long. “Oh fuck min? You were hiding this the whole time,,” you giggled. All of a sudden you felt connie behind you and look up. His eyes were low and slightly glazed from his high. “M’ sweet girl, show him how you ride me okay?” Fuck! How could you not say yes to his sexy ass.

You looked back at armin who had his head rolled back on the couch taking a puff a smoke. You lowered yourself on him letting out a whimper. Armin bit his lip as he watched you slide up and down so easily. His hands quickly found his way to your hips as he began lifting his hips to meet you in the middle. “Shit con , you’re so selfish” he moaned “keepin this f’n pussy to yourself”. Connie let out a low chuckle and lifted up your shirt to reveal ur tits. “Cmon baby give him some more” he began rolling your nipples inbetween two of his fingers. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” you began growing tired as you feel ur legs burning. Armin noticed and started slamming your hips down onto him forcefully. Connie reached from behind you and placed a hand on ur neck and added pressure as his other one began circling your puffy clit. “Good boy , cmon keep fuckin her for me” he licked mins ear which made him impossibly harder but ofcourse he obeyed. “Y-yes sir” he whimpered

It was too much “I ca-i can—-t” tears began to swell and burn in your eyes. You lean into connies chest, digging and your nails into his arms and armins skinny thighs. They both giggled and you swear you were gonna die from embarrassment if you weren’t getting drunk off the two men. Connie licked and sucked your neck and continued to bully ur clit. “Our sweet little min fuckin this pussy good hm?”Then suddenly Armin found your spot, the sweet soft spongy spot as he angled his hips slightly differently than before. You let out a loud scream. “C’mon mama make a mess,,, fuck….make a mess for me ,yeah?” Armin continued and leaned in for a kiss. “Please please please please nie please can I cum” you moaned and screamed.

You were such a good girl for him who was he to tell you no? “Go head baby, you did so good”. Your body collapsed onto Armin as you saw white and your body shook. Water shot from your body spraying his abs and connies hand. Armin followed you not too far behind. He whispered praises into your skin kissing wherever was exposed. He rode you out of your high as Connie watched in awe. He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a warm rag for you both. You were in armins hoodie with his cum leaking out of you and you both were cuddled up sleeping. Connie cleaned you two up careful not to wake the both of you.

He sat next to you both placing soft kisses on your heads and thought,,, “maybe we’ll keep him”

Erm this is literally my first smut guys so pls give feedback and lmk if i should continue and leave suggestions. Okkayyy! Bye😊🤗

[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader part 6

<;-----part 5, part 7----->

“Alright class listen up!” Miss Delight called out. The children settled down and listened to what she had to say. “As you know, our fall festival is approaching which means that it’s time to start our yearly fall theater show! Normally each group would perform separately but this time my sisters and I have decided to combine everyone together! I’m proud to say that this year we will be doing; drum roll please!” Everybody's hands started tapping on the desk for the drumroll. Me and DogDay also joined in with the children. “Beauty and The Beast!”  

Some kids were ecstatic while others groaned in annoyance. I liked Beauty and The Beast. “Tryouts will start around 5 o’clock. Those who wish to be a part of it please come up to my desk to receive the tryout scripts. And to those who do not wish to be a part of the show will be assigned as the stage crew.” Most of the children got up and went over to Miss Delights desk while a few stayed in their seats. Damian got up to get a script. “Our script is usually handed to us right before auditions start.” DogDay whispered to me. “Huh? ‘Our script?’ We have to audition also?” DogDay smiled and nodded. “Gives us a chance to interact with the other kids.” I wasn’t expecting this. DogDay pulled me into him before saying, “I have full faith in you Angel, who knows you might get the lead!” “Haha....woopie.” 

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The theater room was huge! From the outside it doesn’t look like this room even existed. Me and DogDay walked in together and this was the first time that I’ve seen all the Smiling Critters. “Hi DogDay!” “Hiya BB!” DogDay walked over to the group, and I followed behind him. “Oh? And who’s this?” The way Bobby Bearhug spoke sounded like she was not at all interested in knowing who I was but asked anyways. DogDay scooted me into him and held onto my shoulder. “This is my helper, Angel!” His tail wagged while talking about me. I smiled nervously at all the Smiling Critters; except for KickenChicken. I just rolled my eyes at him.  

Miss Delight came up to us and split the helpers and the Smiling Critters apart. I took a seat next to Sarah since she’s the only one I’ve really talked to. It was obvious that she didn’t want to talk to anyone since she put in headphones. I looked over to the Smiling Critters and saw that Bobby was just chatting away with DogDay. In the shadows I spotted CatNap. I tilted my head in confusion; weren’t they all supposed to be friends? I got up from my seat and started walking towards him. My heart was beating faster, and my palms got sweaty.  

“Hey CatNap.” I said nervously. It took ten seconds before he finally spoke. “Friend.” So creepy. I cleared my throat to talk but he beat me too it. “Sorry.” Woah, he apologized. “Wanted to apologize sooner.... but was kept away.” Kept away? “Oh that’s okay. What do you mean you were kept away?” He just stared at me again. “Doctors.” I was gonna press on but a voice from behind me caught me off guard. “Oh Y/N! It’s almost time for you to go on!” I turned around and saw that it was Miss Delight. “O-okay, coming!” I turned back around, and CatNap vanished once again. 

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Two hours passed and soon everyone in Playcare auditioned. Miss Delight and her sisters all went backstage to select the cast while everyone else sat in the seats waiting for the verdict. I spotted Damian and made my way over to him. “Hey kiddo.” “Hey Miss Y/N.” I took a seat next to him and smiled. “So do you think you’ll get a part?” He asked me. I chuckled before saying, “Nah. I mean I did do theater back in high school, but it’s been a while.” It would be interesting if I got casted. In high school, I never got the lead due to being a nervous wreck. “How about you?” Damian looked proud and sat up straight. “Oh yes, I’m hoping I get cast at the candle man. He’s my favorite.” “I’m hoping you’ll get the part.” I ruffled his hair and then got up and looked for DogDay.  

It wasn’t hard to spot him since he was the second tallest one here, CatNap being the first. As I started walking over to him he spotted me and waved me over to him. “Over here Angel!” I couldn’t help but smile sweetly at him. He held out his paw for my hand and once I took it he pulled me into a hug. “I missed you Angel.” “I always looked over to you and waved.” I laughed and returned the hug. “Yes, but I would’ve rather had you sit next to me Angel.” My cheeks felt warm. Thankfully, the theatre room wasn’t lit up well so he couldn’t see. “Oh DogDay~” We both turned and saw that it was Bobby calling out for DogDay. “Y/N shouldn’t you be with the other helpers and not over here with DogDay?” Okay rude. “She’s allowed to be over here with me, she’s my helper.” DogDay said. I could see Bobbys’ eye twitch before saying, “Oh of course! Anyways DogDay; do you think I got the lead?” I pulled away from DogDay so that he could face her. While he spoke he held onto my hand. “No doubt in my mind that you auditioned well BB, but I think Angel here did pretty good as well.”  

Another eye twitch from Bobby. “Well seeing how I always get the lead I’m fully confident.” The lights suddenly flashed on, and everyone's attention went to the stage. Miss Delight stood there with her sisters. “Okay everyone! We are about to announce our cast if you could quiet down and take your seats!” Everyone started to take their seats. I was about to sit next to DogDay when Bobby beat me to it. I then tried the other seat next to him, but then KickenChicken sat there. “Hey Angel.” He spoke out while grinning. I was gonna leave and sit somewhere else, but DogDay grabbed onto me and placed me on his lap. “You don’t mind sitting like this do you Angel?” “N-nope! Not at all haha...” I could feel Bobby glaring daggers at me. 

Miss Delight started calling names and Damian got cast as Lumière. He walked onto the stage and me and DogDay cheered him on like proud parents. She then called out the rest of the cast: Miss Delight would play Mrs. Pots, Chip would be played by Todd; a kid from my group, Babette was played by Miley; a girl from CraftyCorns group, Wardrobe was played by Emily who was KickenChickens helper, PickyPiggy would be The Enchantress and Bubba Bubbaphant would be Maurice. “And now for our final four!”  

“Lefou will be played by Hoppy Hopscotch!” “Woo yeah!” Hoppy jumped up and walked over to the stage. DogDay clapped for his friends. “Next up we have Gaston who will be played by... KickenChicken!” “Radical!” KickenChicken got up and made his way up onto the stage. “And now the role of The Beast will be played by- drum roll please!” The sound of everyone hitting their legs echoed through the room. “DogDay!” All eyes turned towards the back of the theater where DogDay was. “Really? Wow!” I got up and hugged DogDay excitedly. “Congrats DogDay!” “Thank you Angel!” “Congratulations DogDay~” Bobby said while removing one of DogDays paws off me. “You and I will be great together.” DogDay pulled his paw away and said, “They haven't announced who Belle would be played by so it might not be you BB.” He said that so cheerfully while making his way up to the stage that I almost laughed.  

I took a seat and Bobby glared at me before saying, “It’s pretty obvious that I’ll get the lead, I get it every time when we do it in our groups.” She sounded so cocky while she spoke. I didn’t say anything and just looked ahead at the stage. DogDay gave Damian a high five and also ruffled the top of his head. “Now ladies and gentlemen the moment you’ve all been waiting for; Belle will be played by-” “ME!” Bobby stood up proudly. “Miss Y/N!” Everyone in the audience gasped. I guess they all were expecting it to be Bobby. A spotlight shun down on me and I sunk into my seat. “Woo yay Angel!” “Way to go Miss Y/N!!” DogDay and Damian both cheered for me. I stood up and walked over to the stage with everyone else.  

As I made my way up the audience started to cheer for me; I even saw Sarah give me a thumbs up. I stood on the stage with everyone else and Miss Delight spoke out. “Those of you who did not audition or did not get cast will oversee the set and props! I look forward to this year's fall theater show!” All the remaining children and helpers stood up and applauded while Bobby glared even more daggers at me. “This role was made for you Angel, you’re already quite a beauty.” He then winked at me and stuck his tongue out. This time I’m sure he saw me blushing. Damian ran up to both of us and pulled us into a hug. It almost seemed like a kid hugging his parents; it was a sweet moment.  

A/N: Thank you for reading!!

[kenziebluex]

All Mine

Giyū Tomioka - Kinktober 2024 Day 6 - A/B/O Heat

♫ Plaza - All Mine

Story Description: Every Saturday night, Cam Boy Giyu hosts a live broadcast. But one particular evening, something unexpected happens during his private session with Reader - he goes into heat. Surprised by this turn of events, Giyu comes up with a brilliant idea. Reader lives only 20 minutes away from him - why not ask for their help in getting through his heat?

Tags: Camboy Giyu, A/B/O Heat, Bottom Giyu, Omega Giyu, Alpha Reader, Pegging, Orgasm Delay, Scent Marking, Multiple Orgasm 

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

You were accustomed to seeing him naked, but today it was more intense than usual. This was the first time you two had fully interacted….

It all started a year ago when you stumbled upon a local cam boy while searching for omega porn videos to get you through the night. At first, you were hesitant about watching a livestream, but once you saw him, you were hooked.

His upper face was obscured, but his body was undeniably sinful. As an omega, he was surprisingly fit with defined abs and veins trailing down his happy trail. You caught a glimpse of his black hair, tied back in a ponytail, leading you to assume it was long. 

But it wasn't just his appearance that drew you in. When he moaned, his voice took on a higher pitch, but when he spoke normally, it was a sweet and low tone that captivated you. You were hooked on his voice and his body.

Before long, you became an active watcher - chatting in the comments, sending money, and fulfilling any requests the omega had.

It only took a few months of interactions before you caught Giyu’s eye. He only had a few regulars and never went out his way to message anyone asking if they wanted a private stream. But he kept seeing your username and he was curious. More times than he can count he started looking out for your username in the chat, following any instruction you gave him. Your politeness and commanding attitude in the chat intrigued him.

He realized that it was becoming a habit. So when one night you messaged you wanted to see his face he almost moved the camera up. He realized he was screwed due to his need for you. 

Despite rarely doing private streams and only accepting offers from Alphas with large sums of money, he wanted to host one for you.

You couldn't believe your eyes right now. It was halloween night and while everyone else went out, you stayed in to watch Giyu's special one-hour livestream. Given that halloween fell on a Friday this year he decided to do a one hour livestream over his usual 3 hour livestream. 

The stream ended a couple of minutes ago and you were glad that you watched it. He had used your favorite toy of his, a 7-inch orange dildo with ridges along the sides, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen as he moaned in pleasure. You weren't sure how it could feel good, but with the way he moaned while using it you knew it did. 

Even though you didn’t cum, watching him ride the toy made you incredibly horny. Your breath would hitch up everytime he would moan out a string of words. 

What shocked you a few minutes after the stream had ended your message chat box pinged signaling you had an offer for a private stream.

Giyu: Hey, 

Would you be interested in doing a private stream? I do them sometimes for my most dedicated followers. ☺

Most dedicated? Okay that’s a little embarrassing, you thought, feeling slightly flustered. So that means he has seen your comments, you knew there was a chance he had and at times you felt like he was listening to you when you suggested he move a certain way or perform certain actions. You thought it was wishful thinking but realized you weren’t just being delusional. 

You accepted the invitation without much thought, eager for the private stream to begin. As you joined the chat room with a black screen, you took a few minutes to make sure your makeup was still flawless and your outfit was just revealing enough, anticipating where the night would lead.

The anticipation only grew as Giyu's message appeared in the chat: "I'll be in the room soon, sorry to keep you waiting." You could sense his nerves through his words, making you even more excited for what was to come.

If you thought you were nervous, Giyu was a hot mess. He felt flustered and hot so he needed a moment hoping to cool off. In his head, you were the Alpha of his fantasies and he couldn't wait to finally meet you one on one. He had already fallen for your personality in such a short amount of time, so he wasn't worried about your looks - he knew you would be absolutely stunning. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves or cool off from the intense heat coursing through him. He was practically purring. 

The anticipation had been building for 10 long minutes, and just as you were about to give up and go in search of a snack, the screen finally began to load. Your heart raced as Giyu's polite smile appeared on the screen, but you were too distracted by his shirtless chest to notice the nerves that flitted across his face. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles and abs rippled under his skin, even though you saw it every week. You were grateful that the camera wasn't on, so he couldn't see the hunger in your eyes.

"Sorry I'm late," he said with a stretch, giving you another tantalizing view of his chiseled abs and defined V-line. Jesus, he was even more attractive in person.

"Don't apologize," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering in your stomach. 

"I'm sure you had to change after your stream. And you look good, by the way." you added in a nervous laugh, immediately regretting your boldness. But when you saw the shocked and then red-faced expression on Giyu's face, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having caught him off guard with your compliment.

“Oh, uh, I had to clean up. And...um...you look good too,” he realized his mistake and stumbled over a follow-up sentence.

“I mean, I'm sure you look great. That's not what I meant. What I meant was, um, if I could see you right now, you would be...beautiful.” Giyu's face was turning red from embarrassment and he couldn't seem to find the right words.

“Sorry, I'm just really nervous,” he finally admitted in a hushed tone, as if it were a secret. You gave him a moment to collect himself before speaking again. 

After a fit of laughter, you assured him that you understood what he meant. You decided to turn on your camera at this moment. You were wearing a black robe that was typically reserved for when you were working on your computer, in case any of your roommates barged into your room. The robe had a low v-shaped neckline that accentuated your cleavage, but it was long enough to make you feel comfortable walking around the dorm in it. 

For the second time tonight, you managed to surprise Giyu. Not only did he not expect you to turn on the camera, but he also didn't expect you to be his type exactly. In fact, you were the most stunning woman he had ever spoken to; his body couldn't hide its reaction. He was already starting to overheat just from looking at you, and every part of him wanted to get down on his knees and worship your body. 

He had only caught a glimpse of your chest, but it was enough to leave him desperate for more. You could tell that he was incredibly turned on, and his flushed cheeks gave it away. He let out a soft whimper before reaching down to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. 

“Stop.” Your commanding voice rang out, stopping his movement in its tracks. His hand had been hovering over his imprint in his pants before dropping to his side. He let out a small whine, his eyes glazed with desire. You didn't know what came over you, but seeing that he actually listened to you ignited a fire within you. 

"Baby, I didn't give you permission to touch yourself," you said, smirking at the screen.

"Sorry Alpha, I didn't mean to," he replied wide-eyed, looking up at you for your reaction.

"Alpha? We just got on the call and you're already calling me Alpha. How...slutty," you teased, leaning closer to the camera and locking eyes with him. "If you want to be so good for your alpha, you won't touch yourself without permission."

"Yes ma'am," Giyu replied, his voice thick with desire. His thighs clenched as he tried to restrain himself from giving into his lust. 

You couldn't understand why he was so turned on by this exchange, but the answer would soon become clear.

Giyu could feel that something was amiss. He had a strong sexual desire and usually had no problem controlling himself, but now he felt like he could climax from just a light breeze. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he was in heat.

"Babe, can you do me a favor?" Giyu finally spoke up, fully aware of the situation he was in. "I'm going to send you an address, how far away are you from there?"

The chat box lit up to indicate that you had received his message. You were curious so you searched the address on your GPS and showed him the screen. 

Giyu's heart leaped with joy when he saw the address and noticed that you were only 20 minutes away. 

"That's my address," he said, trying to remain calm but feeling nervous about moving too quickly. He didn't want to scare you off, but his body was begging for you.

"This might be too soon for you, but I'm going into heat," Giyu continued, noticing that you were still in shock. "I really need you to have sex with me." He whimpered as another wave of heat washed over him, his body obediently refraining from touching his erection.

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

✿✿✿

As you pulled up to Giyu's place, you couldn't help but feel nervous. The entire drive over, you and Giyu discussed your interests and expectations for the evening. You both agreed that this was not a one-time thing and that you were interested in dating each other. Spending his heat with him was just the start of your relationship, and you were already planning future dates together.

As you walked to the entrance of his apartment complex, you barely had time to admire the Halloween decorations before he pulled you into a tight hug followed by a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His scent, a mixture of cinnamon and apples, enveloped you and sent shivers down your spine. In that moment, you knew he was meant for you.

You had seen him on a screen before, but seeing him in person was a whole different experience. Your instincts kicked in, urging you to show him that you could provide for him and take care of him. You could feel yourself growling at the thought. Deciding that enough talking had been done, all you wanted now was to stake your claim on this beautiful man standing in front of you.

"Take me upstairs," you commanded the jumpy omega, who couldn't hide his excitement. He was in heat, so it wasn't surprising when he stopped snuggling and marking your neck with his scent as you climbed the stairs. 

In that moment, a wave of possessiveness washed over you. Questions like "Who has he done this with?" and "How often?" raced through your mind. You didn't realize you were saying them out loud in a series of grunts, consumed by the smell of your omega in heat. 

"No one, it's just you. I promise, only you," Giyu sobbed against your neck, overwhelmed by the emotions radiating from you. "Just you, Alpha. Please."

You set your bag down next to the bed and quickly got to work, sensing another round of heat coming from him. Pushing Giyu to sit on the edge of the bed, you knelt down in front of him and made yourself comfortable as you slid his shorts down his legs.

Even though you still emitted an angry scent, he could feel that it wasn't directed at him, and the overwhelming scent of lust soon took over those feelings. 

"Let me know if it's too much," you said, even though deep down you knew he wouldn't stop you. You continued to position yourself between his legs, eager to please him. 

Giyu's cock was already hard and pointed towards the ceiling, leaking precum. His thighs were trembling slightly, a sign that he wouldn't last long. You started by kissing along his length, pressing your face against him as he gasped. Moving down, you left a trail of kisses on his inner thighs and sucked on his skin, leaving marks behind. The scent of him was intoxicating and it only made you want him more. 

You couldn't resist any longer and licked up the precum that had pooled on his abs. You needed to taste him on your tongue. 

"Talk to me, babe," you growled as your hands gripped his legs, holding him still. You wanted to hear every moan and word that came from his mouth. He had been trying so hard not to move but you could see how overwhelmed he was. 

"I need- I need your mouth on me," Giyu finally spoke, his voice raspy from holding back. "I can't stop thinking about it; how good it would feel and how well you would suck me off. I wonder if you can deepthroat and if-" His words were cut off as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, eliciting a string of pleas from him. 

You took your time playing with the head of his cock, tracing over the veins with your tongue knowing it would drive him crazy. Twisting around his length, you used your tongue to swirl around the tip before taking him halfway into your throat again. "Please, I'm going to come," Giyu whined as he dropped his hands to the side and gripped onto the mattress. 

"Say my name," you demanded as you took him all the way down your throat. It had been a while since you deepthroated someone, but for Giyu, you were determined to do it.

"I'm coming," he stuttered, his grip on your hair tightening. "Y/N, you have to-"

You didn't let up, taking him even deeper while sucking harder. You held onto his hips to prevent him from thrusting up into your mouth as he came. His body tensed and he let out a loud moan, his abs tightening as he released into your mouth. He gripped onto your hair tightly and if you weren't holding onto his thighs, you knew he would be fucking your face in that moment. 

After a few moments, he stopped whimpering and his body relaxed, no longer spasming. You rubbed his sides, congratulating him on a job well done as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him. As he calmed down, his hands found their way to your face, gently lifting it up to bring you into a kiss. Your lips battled for dominance before he gave in, allowing you to lead the kiss with passion and heat. 

"You okay?" you whispered, pulling back from the kiss but still leaving small pecks on his lips. 

"I need more," he whispered back, his eyes showing how lost he was in the moment. His heat had finally taken over completely. Usually omegas in heat were demanding and needy, but Giyu seemed quite docile under your touch. It only proved to you that he was strong and perfect for you.

Before you approached him, you had both agreed that you would be the one topping Giyu during his heat. Normally, he preferred to be in control, but when he was in heat, he wanted nothing more than to be dominated. He enjoyed someone else taking charge and this played into his desire to bottom during his heats. 

As you broke away from your embrace, you grabbed your bag and emptied its contents while both of you looked through what you packed. The bag contained two dildos, lube, gloves, fuzzy handcuffs, and a strap-on. Without hesitation, Giyu blushed as he reached for the strap-on and lube, handing them to you. 

"I already prepared earlier, so you don't have to," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact. Glancing down, you noticed that he was already half-hard. Even if he hadn't prepared himself beforehand, it wouldn't have been difficult given how slick he was. 

You began undressing, placing your clothes on a nearby chair. As you stripped down, Giyu couldn't help but stare at your body with admiration.

"Lie down for me," you commanded as you removed his shirt. He obediently lay on his stomach, giving you the perfect view of his back dimples and toned shoulders. 

But it was his ass that truly caught your attention in this position. His arousal was impossible to hide as slick leaked down his legs. With his head buried in his hands and a groan escaping his lips when you touched him, Giyu muttered "Alpha" into his arm as you inserted two fingers into him.

Determined to hear more moans from him, you worked on finding his prostate. You were desperate to get inside him at this point. When your fingers finally hit the right spot and elicited a high-pitched whine from Giyu's mouth, you teased him by continuously hitting that sweet spot inside him. He was practically drooling into the pillow, arching his back to present himself for you. 

Feeling overwhelmed with desire, you removed your fingers, met with even more whines from Giyu. You moved away to adjust the strap-on, eager to finally fuck him.

"You've been so good for me, omega. Here's what's going to happen: you'll keep presenting yourself for me and I'll fuck you. You can grip the headboard, but no more hiding your moans. Got it?" you said, turning his head to face you.

"Okay," he whispered, avoiding eye contact. 

"Nope, look at me."

"Yes, Y/n. Yes, Alpha," he cried out as he looked into your eyes. His cock was painfully hard, trapped and rubbing against the bed. Panting heavily, he let out a high-pitched moan as soon as you were fully inside him. You couldn't help but watch in pleasure as his thighs flexed around you. If only you could feel all the sensations he was feeling right now; you just knew he would be squeezing your cock so tightly.

He attempted to reach for his own cock before remembering your command and leaving it alone. 

His body convulsed violently, his back arching off the bed as if begging for more. His hole quivered around the fake cock as he climaxed without any touch to his own cock, rubbing it raw against the rough sheets. Giyu groaned into the pillow, thrusting back against you with a desperate need for another release.

“Ah fuck-.” Giyu moaned into the pillow thrusting back.

This was your cue to continue fucking him harder and faster, giving in to your own desire. Your hips moved in a steady rhythm, gradually building up speed until Giyu's panting became harsh and ragged. You could tell he was on the brink of his third orgasm of the night as he eagerly surrendered himself to you. 

"Come for me, my love. Show me how good I make you feel," you muttered between gasps, feeling your own climax approaching. The strap pressed mercilessly against your sensitive center with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. 

You were lost in the ecstasy, unsure of what triggered your own orgasm - whether it was the way Giyu's lower back flexed or his sweet moans that pushed you over the edge.

"Giyu, I'm coming!" you cried out, burying your face in his shoulder as you climaxed. But before you could catch your breath, you reached under him and took hold of his throbbing cock, stroking it with practiced ease. It only took three strokes before he exploded in a mind-numbing release. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he shouted out ("Alpha! Y/N! Please!") and collapsed onto the sheets in a trembling heap.

You watched in awe as Giyu's body finally relaxed into a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. And as you held him close, still buzzing from your intense lovemaking session, you couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment shared with this incredible man who gave you everything you ever wanted.

Your legs trembled for a moment as you rose from the bed. You carefully turned him onto his side and went to the attached bathroom to gather cleaning supplies. Wiping him down with a towel, you also cleaned yourself before returning to his side. Finding a blanket, you covered the wet spot on the bed knowing he wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

As he snored lightly, you laid back down next to him. His brows furrowed and his nose scrunched in his sleep. He rolled over, searching for your body and finding your side before curling into you. His face relaxed into a peaceful expression and he resumed snoring.

There was no denying it - this omega was meant for you.

taglist: @staygoldsquatchling02 @nousija @kanamethekasugaicrow

hope you enjoyed! follow for more! -des

[midnight1nk]

...what. in the actual. fuck.

this is the most implausible statement I have ever seen, and I'm gonna debunk what Cube said (more below cut)

"doesn't mean anything significant" — if it were an honest mistake, then they would've changed it back to "SMG4" instead of "Not SMG3. Stop looking too deep."

The wording on that too, as in a warning/giant stop sign. Also it's giving off

[and a whole month in between these my god]

And ah yes, my dear enemy Flareglow. Time to Logic Chess.

The implication is that Cube (or someone on the Team) uploaded the song and didn't notice it was labeled as SMG4 (not a hack) — let's get the basics down. Yes, you can upload your own music on said platform for your use only, not on the artist page. HOWEVER, for it to be uploaded on MULTIPLE platforms and stay for 6 DAYS straight, now that's weird when you have two DIFFERENT processes for uploading songs.

If that person accidentally went through the public process, you would have to enter the credits manually (other than it needs to be approved by spotify ofc). That's when you are like "oops, looks like I was about to send this on the artist page lol". Even if you forgot how to do the private process, you can GOOGLE IT.

IF it was Cube, then it would totally contradict an earlier tweet "what the hell is flareglow?"

IF it wasn't Cube, it still wouldn't make sense. Ben was the first to point it out on Jan 4. Now you would think a discussion took place in their group chat as soon as Ben tweeted that and go something along the lines of:

"man this is sucks" [*posts a pic of the cover*] "wait is that on our page?" "yeah lol" "that shouldn't be there. who did that?" "oh sorry that was me, my bad" "let's just take it down" (before some fan goes insane over this, sorry what)

It wouldn't take Cube 5 days (Jan 9) to just notice that song to be on the artist page to then claim you are starting to fix it a week later

"Trying to fix that one" — now that is strange because as soon as Cube asked/pointed out about Flareglow, the song was suddenly taken down from multiple platforms (on the same day). If it was a mistake, then it should be all good. Hell, even the Spotify pfp is back to normal. Then tell me, Cube, what more do you need to "fix", hmmm?

(also that "lol" at the end of the sentence before it)

Yeah, i pronounce this as "deflection" and I'm still on to you, Cube. And no, I'm not gonna think about how this tweet was reposted by Shadow (no qrt), gotta focus here.

Maybe it convinced some people that there was nothing suspicious but I'll still be here in my seat with a bag of popcorn bc I KNOW this isn't the end of it.

i did not stare at this for hours for nothing, you hear me?!