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ONYX STORM ⚡️⚡️⚡️

My thoughts below the cut! Spoilers galore. This is all from my first read through, so we’ll see what changes by the time I finish my second read. I’m still pretty jumbled up about the book (I am physically incapable of opening up goodreads and giving it a rating) and, frankly, I think my notes are going to reflect this! Also, this is thoughts for the WHOLE BOOK, so please don’t open the full post if you’re not done with the WHOLE BOOK.

I’m pasting my notes directly from the doc I took them on while reading , and adding extra post-read commentary when I feel the urge! Also this is your warning that I swear quite a bit in these! For they are candid.

ch1-10:

- i will say i thought the ch 2 epigraph was an inntinnsic clue but now im not so sure bc it’s not that rare it’s just that they kill everyone who has it ??? (commentary from future helena: this is about lilith…right?)

- tell me something, violence. why is it always you? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- what IS a soul. how can you take a soul apart piecemeal. why do you think he gave up part of his soul. who told you that. (CFFH: i stand by this. none of this makes any sense to me.)

- hmmmm no red post fingering! curious…very curious (CFFH: i still don’t know about this one dawg)

- the kiss beneath her ear after he helps her get dressed somebody sedate me

- god DOES garrick like imogen because mans does NOT act like it poor im (CFFH: I seriously cannot stop wondering when the hell Rebecca decided to make immrick canon because i LIKE the ship, but on my fw and if re reads it does not read like Garrick likes her, and I would say that holds true till the very end of the damn book)

- VIOLETTTTTTTT I LOVE HER she’s so fucking back (CFFH: violets characterization was my favorite thing about this book. i was really scared about xaden leaving because frankly rebecca writes violet best with him, but she held her own so much better than she has in the other two books. i always love her, but she was incredible here.)

- the bits about vi being a good duchess i Knew that was him saying he wanted to marry her (CFFH: this is an example of what i like to call RY’s “gotcha ass foreshadowing”)

- also i have always characterized fen in my head as loving the movement more than xaden i know what’s up

- i’m soooo excited about him being the duke this is so embarassing im pumping my fists

- did NOT see the samara field trip coming what the fuck

- EVEN HUNDREDS OF MILES AWAY HES STILL TSKING CARE OF EMD EKDNRNRNRN (CFFH: yeah.)

- hey guys what the fuck was that dream? did RY see the cat/violet shippers and get ideas

- WHAT THE FUCK. i saw NONE of this coming

- GARRICKS A WIND WIELDER ???? (CFFH: obviously did not age super well…however garrick was acting so sus here and his dialogue felt so off that i genuinely thought he was the traitor for a fat minute)

11-20

- WHETS RNRJRNRNRNRNRNRJEKEKKRRN

- IS THIS THE MARKED ONES SECOND SIGNET TNEORY (CFFH: can you tell i was a big fan of the marked ones second signet theory. also what’s xadens third signet then? also i feel like if EVERYONE has 2 vi will have 3! i have a theory explaining it below somewhere)

- WLSO DID XADEN FHCKINF KNOW (CFFH: they actually handled this really well i was so nervous they’d have the fight again)

- dude im like short circuiting sick to my stomach HES SOOOOOOO BOYFRIEND ? (CFFH: what on EARTH was this about?)

- well the fuck aware!!!!!!!!!

- i can’t breathe

- i need my inhaler

- LIAM WIELDINF ICE (CFFH: again, can you tell i was a big fan of the marked ones second signet theory? fun fact, i actually wanted to write it into ITHOIA but then i realized a. how much work it would be to concoct that many signets and b. i’d have to give xaden THREE, and decided to pick my battles. however i did brainstorm what signets had xaden energy for giving him a third one and immmmmm immmm having ideasssssss)

- YOURS X

- why do i agree with JFBs venin logic man

- god halden is her traumatic ex relationship goddddd (CFFH: i edited out most of my complaining, but i was super against the halden idea (per my predictions). this might get me cancelled, but it did feel fan service-y? to me? which is fine! fans deserve to be serviced! there are moments of this book in which i am the fan being serviced! but when it become clear RY was going in the halden direction, i was super stressed about how she’d handle it, and im thrilled she made him toxic. THRILLED.)

- SECOND KROVLAN UPRISING

- knowing miss yarros and her gotcha ass foreshadowing ridoc is going on that quest lmdao

- PRFOEOEKEENDJEJEN PROFESSOR RIORSON PROFESSOR RIOROSN (CFFH: not only do i stand by this, but i actually wanted to write teacher roleplay for kinktober and i didn’t bc i didn’t think the fandom would take a liking to it, but CLEARLY rebecca didn’t have those concerns)

- i am going to commit crimes against humanity your relationship did not just END SJEJEJEJENR R (CFFH: i’ve noticed miss yarros has begun to really lean on chapter cliffhangers, and frankly, it pisses me off. i understand she needs to get her bag with kindle unlimited and all, but it makes for a stressful reading experience imo. however, this one got me. this one got me SO bad i had to take a walk to calm down. i have been looking forward to professor riorson for MONTHS and i was convinced it was crashing and burning before my eyes. maybe this is why i shouldn’t read past 1 am. i know rebecca has given interviews and has said she needs there to be constant tension in their relationship or else there’s no story, and while i know what she means, THIS tension felt so manufactured to me. i also think she could pull off a war story with them just like …together. i believe in her. the story needs tension, but it doesn’t need to be between them like this, imho.)

- we live by the codex/i live by you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫I AM YOURS AND YOU ARE MINE AND THERE’S NO LAW OR RULE IN THIS WORLD OR THE NEXT THAT CAN CHANGE THAT

- you know what we might get shadow sex in this book. we might. (CFFH: we do! and i think we can get more with asim!xaden)

- fun fact about me it took till my THIRD RE READ to see that xaden controls the shadows with his hands.

- there’s been like 3 indirect marriage references if my fucking empire of storms prediction was correct im going to scream (CFFH: so i actually didn’t get to scream because i was too busy MOURNING the lack of a RIORGAIL WEDDING.)

- PAPA SORRENGAIL HAS NAME AND ITS ASHER ?????

- ridocs blow job joke was funny i cackled

- papa sorrengail (im going to deadname him) i do love you man

- SHADOW HANDCUFFS OH MY GOS i had a seizure in my reading hammock

- he is my choice. that got me. that felt good.

- DRAAAAAAAAKE (CFFH: i may say this later, but alli (no tag bc she’s not done reading yet) made drake so sexy to me (and amy! also no tag) and i was kind of disappointed lmfao)

- vi rlly out here playing cousins or dating

21-30

- i loooooove him calling her love all the time

- it’s so crazy to me that he’s relaxed without magic but im glad! since i do think this is his ending over all

- helena bets time: the deal the krovlan rebels didn’t uphold was smth to do with the irids or the feather tails

- “xaden riorson is a lot of things, but happy usually isn’t one of them” hey man what the fuck

- this feels like a fever dream this is the dragon show christmas episode that isn’t relevant to the plot what do you mean they’re bonding over horses

- hey guys is this…capitalism?

- i can’t get over the isle kingdoms being kerch (CFFH: if you haven’t read six of crows this won’t make any sense, but if you have….)

- ARETIA IS THE SECOND MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I MVE EVER SEEN AND MY HOME IS THE FIRST (CFFH: he was ON ONE in this)

- maybe im toxic but he’s being so nice im so anxious about something going wrong 💀 like he stays in the isles or something jesus

- “even if we did, we can’t be in two places at once” + xaden acting weird ….. (CFFH: i want to say third signet but i don’t know)

- what the FUCK is going on with him like it’s really hot but it’s freaking me out

- IM GIVING DIPLOMACY A TRY NOT SURE ITS FOR ME THOUGH (CFFH: dare i say lilith parallel)

- HE WOULD HAVE IF HE’D MET HIM. knocked me on my ass.

- i have an idea i just dont like being wrong baby violet i need to give you a forehead kiss

- why is violets dad the grandpa from the inheritance games

- im going to bed fr fr now but my last minute prediction is that he marries vi to make her an aristocrat (this is wishful thinking) (also we don’t HAVE to rescue halden) (like it’s fine if we don’t)

- MY CONSORTTTTTTTT

- WHEN WOULD BE. can he propose for real. please. (CFFH: this is hurting my feelings)

- bro his LINES IN THIS ???? who do you swear fealty to/VIOLET

- he’s acting less sus…i did NOT like that epigraph abt “returning to his true nature” (CFFH: maybe im on something but idk if this was meant to reflecrt him draining the alloy or whatever it was orrrr if it was abt vi channeling somehow!)

- im almost worried he’s trying to marry her before he kills himself or something but he keeps telling her how selfish he is so maybe not (CFFH: close!)

- her EDS is also a lot better done this time around (CFFH: from a layman’s point of view, obviously, but her injuries were much more graphic, and her other symptoms were actually on page. i really appreciated this)

- oh my godddd sloane and dain.

- i feel like the bond fuckery is vi’s second signet ???? i ALSO feel like it’s sexy

- DAXTON

- PAPA SORRENGAIL HAS A MAIDEN NAME

- also bodhi TOTALLY has a second signet that little LIAR i wonder if he’s an inntinnsic too or smth.

- god imagine bodhi has resurrection

- im trying to be normal but i feel like its insane we’re just now learning where violets family is from idk!!!

- why is dain sweet in this idk also this happened earlier but vi’s dad teaching him languages FOR violet makes me want to cry

- im so fucking proud of violet holy crap

- is violet ??? unnbrian????

31-40

- FOREHEAD TAT LIKE THEOPHANIE!!!!

- violet absolutely can wield there im calling it rn shawty is MAGICAL (CFFH: i guess maybe it’s her touched by dunne ??? thing ??? and she’s somehow ??? half god ????)

- god xaden and dain love her so much

- why does rebecca never let me see xaden do her wraps for her i want to seeeeee

- they’re all in couple pairs so obviously dain and garrick are fucking next (CFFH: this was a joke but tbh…i could be convinced idk)

- god so timing wise DID papa sorrengail meet xaden’s mom !/!:!3&3’ejd (CFFH: i don’t think so ??? but maybe ???)

- not sure my thoughts on the name talia (CFFH: this is bc i picture my bestie Thalia Grace)

- the mommy issues are churning my stomach

- i loooooove aaric holy

- dude i totally thought ridoc was dead

- babe! this isn’t you!

- oh my god ?????? i was NOT expecting violet to give them the old kazzledazzle (CFFH: this is another six of crows reference in which Kaz uses someone’s child as leverage by implying that he’ll kill them, basically, except Kaz is on page morally gray. in THIS book violet is, but i don’t think she had been before now)

- this is genuinely honest to god NOT how i thought their relationship would go and it’s freaking me out

41-50

- you’re my soul JESUS what is he ON

- god poor andarna

- I KNEW HE WAS AN ARIES AND NOT A PICSES I KNEWWWW ITTTT

- she wrote him a letter 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

- i will say i’ve been wondering if the venin effects xaden experiences are more of a ptsd metaphor than anything

- is cuir trans bc i totes thought she was a woman

- ….it would be a shame to kill my last living relative….

- god the adaptations to the running landing mean so much to me im so proud of her

- violet baby i love you to pieces

- you do some of your best work on that throne 😭😭😭😭 (CFFH: the amount of callbacks in this book was very intriguing to me)

- WERE HOME VI ACT LIKE IT

- i was actually rlly against xaden telling anyone he was venin but it’s all gone surprisingly well

- if lindell and lewellen are xaden and liam’s gay foster dads….dont call don’t text

- shadow handcuffs………………..

- im a fan!

- god i did NOT expect that to be the route they took? with the sex ? (CFFH: i thought they were gonna handcuff XADEN. )

- she is absolutely having xaddys dreams but idk what the FUCK the cat one was

- IS XADENS THIRD SIGNET PROPHETIC DREAMS. (CFFH: im leaning towards venin mindfuckery but who knows)

51-end

- i am actually really enjoying tairn and adarna this read although id like a dragon punnet square

- violet is so venin. xaden IS power she says while she says SHE IS power mmmmm rebecca i know your secrets (CFFH: see yall after book 4 idk)

- hi who the fuck was the high priestess and why does it matter im so confused i can see the puzzle pieces and i am flipping the table

- also crack pot theory entered my head. if xaddy gets 3 signets then vi has to get 3 signets. tairn never says naolin he always says “the one who came before” what if…hear me out…somehow it was papa sorrengail???? and not naolin ??? at least not naolin the whole time so then she’s getting a third signet from tairn

- why the fuck did vi not listen to aaric in the first place mans clearly knows what he’s talking about (CFFH: #drama)

- okay is violet a demigod. is that what’s going on

- IS HER HAIR NOT ACTUALLY SILVER (CFFH: i feel like it has to be ????)

- okay wait im thinking about the dedication thing they said earlier -> lilith is sick -> they think fetus vi is going to die -> they ??? dedicate ??? her ??? to dunne ??? (CFFH: i still don’t know actually except she’s two and not a fetus? and it was just papa sorrengail. also i think they rode tairn there LMAO but maybe im insane)

- i cant get over garrick being a distance wielder i need to check on the immrick girlies (CFFH: immrick girlies i hope you’re well!!)

- god how are the irids involved in rsc ???

- i exist for tairn, but i live for xaden okay girl okayyyy

- god does she get to keep being an inntinnsic now ?????

- THRILLED about her sleeping in xadens clothes

- were past the break up stage he’s sooooo real i love him

- core. memory. (CFFH: this is the biggest sin rebecca’s committed anachronism wise my god)

- god DID they get secret married ????

- god when they said bring your brother and i thought she meant liam was being resurrected i actually started to enter cardiac arrest (CFFH: am i the only one 😔)

- is bodhi actually his secret brother and garrick knows and we don’t because what the fuck (CFFH: i guess it could just be vibes?)

- my heart is not in my chest cavity after the liam business

- COLONEL DAXTONS GUIDE TO EXCELLING IN THE SCRIBE QUADRANT!!!!!

- i knew that was how it was going to go purely from alli’s take the second they said they had mira i was like reciting the sitq ending (CFFH: obviously i was slightly wrong but still! this is controversial but the fact that she let everyone were close to (mira/ridoc) live and only killed off tertiary characters kind of undercut the experience for me idk!)

- oh my god dain and sloane 🥹

- come back to me/only ever you

- DUKE OF ANGST

- is garrick’s distance wielding how they dealt with the fuck ass trips to aretia that didn’t work with the timeline bc that’s brilliant actually god damnit

- the bullshit about being everywhere at once means something i can feel it

- RHIANNON?????

- cannot believe that line is feirge

- hi so fun fact i don’t think jm meant to read for this many hours straight i feel like im locked in a trance

- THE ONLY PERSON I TRULY LOVE ???? ABOUT QUINN??? IMOGEN ???

- what on earth is imogen’s second signet bc i don’t think that’s how fire wielding works ????

- i cannot believe the marked ones all have second signets what the ever loving fuck

- i feel like quinn’s death was just not that impactful however imogen saying her mom and sister will know who she is made me tear up jesus

This is where I stopped taking notes!! I’m SO confused about the ending. To be quite honest, I think I’ll reblog this with my thoughts on the ending after I’ve re read it, because I’m LOST. What did Xaden show Sgaeyl ???? Who turned venin with him, because I thought Bodhi but maybe Garrick but maybe both??? how DARE rebecca now show me the riorgail wedding ?/??2?3?3$33&:! WHO does he have a DEAL with???

misc thought that didn’t make it up there:

- i LOVE how she handled Sawyer’s amputation and rehab.

[salty-autistic-writer]

I wish you would write a fic where Buck experiences Tommy going into Autistic shutdown.

Thanks for the prompt! <3

Tommy is silent on the drive home.

He’s turned away from Buck, staring out of the window, only answering in hums, shrugs or barely noticeable shakes of his head.

“Hey. Are you alright?” Buck asks when he has to stop at a red light.

“Hmmm.”

Buck frowns. “Anything you want to talk about?”

Nothing.

Buck throws a concerned glance at Tommy, or rather, at the back of Tommy’s head.

Okay. This is new.

And Buck struggles with the urge to press. To insist. Because if anything bothers Tommy, if anything hurts or worries him, Buck wants to help. Wants to comfort and reassure. Wants to be a good boyfriend.

But every signal Tommy is giving indicates that he wants to be left alone. And Buck guesses he has to be patient then, even if it hurts. Even if he’s scared that it’s something he did wrong. The thought burns. Did he do or say anything wrong today? Did he hurt Tommy by accident? 

No. He has to stop spiralling. It’s been a long day of work ending with a long evening of socialising. They all went to a bar together for the first time. The whole 118. Spontaneously. Buck did notice Tommy’s surprise and hesitance when he was asked if he would come too, noticed that brief frowny moment of really? before he had his confident smile back in place and said “Of course”. 

It got late. Tommy is probably just exhausted and needs some time for himself. They have only moved in together recently, so they are also still getting used to sharing everything all the time.

When they’re home, Tommy mechanically, wordlessly, takes off his jacket and shoes and makes a beeline for the bedroom.

Buck stares after him, baffled, scratching the back of his head in restless uncertainty.

It’s getting increasingly difficult to not just burst and ask Tommy a thousand questions. Buck holds himself back. Takes a few deep breaths instead. Only after he goes to the bathroom and drinks some water, does he go to the bedroom to check on Tommy.

It’s dark in the room because the curtains are drawn. Tommy sits on the bed, still in his clothes, knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them, head resting on them. He’s not moving.

Maybe he has a migraine? Buck’s chest clenches in sympathy. He doesn’t really know what to do. But he feels like it’s a little cold in the room. So he takes one of their extra blankets and wraps it around Tommy’s stony shoulders. Then, he grabs his laptop and sits on the bed too with his back to Tommy’s, without touching him. They are sitting in silence like that, the room filling with the noise of even breathing and rhythmic keyboard clattering.

Buck doesn’t know how much time has passed when Tommy’s shoulder nudges him. “Hey,” Buck says, smiling Tommy turns around and puts his head on Buck’s shoulder. “You okay?” “Hm. What are you doing?” Tommy asks, his voice slightly dozy as if he just woke up from a nap.

“Not much. I started with a mystery story about a message in a bottle I found and somehow ended up reading about the frankly horrifying eating habits of Komodo dragons.”

“Wow,” Tommy says, shuddering when he sees the quite graphic picture Buck was looking at. “Poor little deer. Well. I guess it’s the circle of life. So, uh, you probably want to talk about it, huh?”

“Hm?”

“Me, going all silent on you,” Tommy clarifies.

Buck closes the laptop. “Oh. It’s fine. I was just worrying.”

Tommy nods, unsurprised. “It’s not you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Okay. But … are you okay?” “Me?” Tommy says, now sounding a little surprised. “Oh. Yeah. Sure. It was just a little too much today. I didn’t want to be a buzzkill. And it’s not like I don’t like spending time with people, especially your family and friends. I just like to know. So I can prepare myself. Unplanned social events tend to make me a little … withdrawn after because they seem to drain all the energy I had left for the day. Always feels like my stupid mind is a battery that has to recharge after days like this, sorry.”

“I had a feeling,” Buck nods. “And you don’t need to apologize. Or to pretend. You can be honest with me. If you don’t feel like going out, you can tell me. We don’t have to. We can just have a nice relaxing evening at home together. I want both of us to be comfortable.”

Tommy is silent for a moment. “Thank you,” he finally says quietly.

“What for?”

“For being so accepting. For not pushing. For the blanket.”

Buck wants to chuckle, but then he feels a hint of sadness. Because sometimes he feels like Tommy is thanking him for totally normal things. If this is what Tommy sees as accepting, that means someone couldn’t even do this. Couldn’t even let Tommy have a moment for himself when he clearly needed it. Buck makes a mental note to ask. Because he feels like this is totally something they should have a long talk about. But not now.

“I hope it helped,” he says instead.

“It did,” Tommy says. “You have no idea.”

Buck smiles. “I'm glad. Are you hungry?" “Yeah.”

Buck puts a hand on his grumbling stomach. “Good. Because I could eat a whole deer right now, just like that Komodo dragon.” "Evan ..."

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[the-family-business-83]

Unexpected Calling – Part 2

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Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in short change and a letter handwritten by a 9-year old girl.

Type: Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader's daughter (platonic obviously), Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, action, slight angst, might get smutty but idk yet

Warnings: None for this chapter, it's really all fluff. Maybe a slight disclaimer about a lil kid interacting with a total stranger and some mom panic, but nothing bad happens!

Word count: 2.4k

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A/N: Trying to let myself just enjoy wirting and not overthink it all too much, so I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a little bit of filler but I thought it was cute and it was fun to write. And yes, I know, it took forever to get posted. I had a lot going on, and I still may not be posting super frequently but to those of you who love this series so far, rest assured: I will still post, even if it's slow.

Any and all mistakes are my own as this chapter is unbeta'd, I did all my own editing/proofreading for this.

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Transportation had really come a long way from what he'd been so used to when he was younger. There were planes that's the air of the skies with their quiet rumblings, helicopters that you could hear coming long before they appeared, and cars. Cars were so different these days, he'd gotten used to them but it just wasn't the same. Some part of him still couldn't wrap his mind around the concept of phones being able to connect to the car. And that was just one of many new upgrades.

But Bucky didn't take his trip by air, customs were a bitch to get through on a normal day let alone when he needed to bring weapons with him. He didn't take a train either, because–well. He'd had an uneasy feeling with them ever since 1944 when he fell down the mountainside. So, instead he went by cross-country bus, and kept to himself in his seat once he got on and found one near the back where it was mostly empty. Being perfectly on time, if not a little early, there were a fewhandfuls people that he watched enter in the time that he waited for the bus to start moving. His watchful eye kept them in sight here and there but for the most part, he simply pulled his dark red baseball cap down a little lower and looked out the window to help hide his face. He could only hope that when one passenger entered with not one, not two; but three small children, that they wouldn't be very loud.

Oh how very wrong he had been. Not even 20 minutes into the trip and two of the rugrats were already whining and fighting with each other. Bucky could only stare at them in distaste as he blinked at the sight, wondering how in the world such tiny things could make so much noise. Granted, he'd never really had to deal with children, not like this anyway. And they couldn't have been any older than 3 or 5, each of them. The oldest of the three seemed to be perfectly fine and well-occupied, thank heavens but that didn't make it any more desirable

Sucking a deep breath in, Bucky suppressed the urge to ask the clearly struggling mother to turn off the screeching, and pulled out a book from his day-pack, beginning to flip through it to find his spot. Maybe if he just pretended they weren't there, they would disappear from his mind.

Not likely, but the effort was still made as he focused on the pages of the small paperback copy of The Hobbit he'd brought with him. Glancing up when it once again wasn't working well, he was caught by surprise when suddenly the older child was standing right there by his seat row, and admittedly he tensed in reaction as a sort of mini-flinch. She hadn't said a word, he hadn't even heard her walking over. But there she was, standing with her stuffed bunny in her arms, simply staring at him while he did the same. Both were quiet for a long moment before Bucky glanced up the way towards where her mother sat with her brothers, clearing his throat. "Can I…help you?" He asked a bit awkwardly as he brought his furrowed-brow gaze back to the little girl. Once more, she didn't really say anything, instead just looking him over quietly. Then, she climbed herself up into the seat next to his since it was open, and Bucky was starting to wish he'd put one of his bags there. "Hey, look, kid- your mom- ….what are you doing?"

She shrugged as he stumbled his words out, and glanced down at her bunny fiddling with it a little as she got settled in the seat. "Too loud." Her answer came simply, and while it didn't answer his question completely, he definitely understood the feeling.

Sighing slightly, he glanced towards her troubled mother once more, and then back to bunny-girl. "...Alright, what's your name kid?"

"Mandy." She replied quietly, glancing up at him a moment later with big green eyes. "What's yours mister?"

"Bucky. My name's Bucky." The man paused for a moment then, almost as if debating whether he should send her back to her family yet or not, but she was calm and quiet, and wasn't harming anything. And it wasn't like he was going to let anything happen to a little kid, so he dismissed the idea for now and instead went back to his book.

It was a minute or so later that he felt the little girl–Mandy, he reminded himself silently–leaning over the arm rest between them slightly to see what he was reading. Brows knitting once again, Bucky glanced from the pages to the young girl, whose curly pigtails somewhat bounced in the way of his view of the words. His mouth parted a fraction, ready to let something slip off his tongue to tell her to sit back and let him read. But nothing came. He didn't know how to tell the girl to get out of his space without, well… being a dick. This was a *child* it would have been different had it been an adult. So instead he simply blinked at her in silence as he debated how to handle it.

Mandy seemed to sense he was looking at her though, because then she met his gaze and inched back into place in her seat, curling around her stuffed, yellow bunny, the apology clear in her demeanor. "I just wanted to see your story." She muttered out, albeit the words likely came out a tad muffled because her bunny's head was pressed against her mouth slightly.

Kids. There was something about them that just- got to him. Admittedly, maybe some part of him had a soft spot. One that he'd probably always had, an instinct he'd never been able to shake. And maybe there was something about that moment that reminded him of the slightly younger girl that he'd been on his way to help, that made him realize he was already traveling across the states to investigate the disappearance of some kid's mother. A small gesture really couldn't hurt him. He may not have said anything, but he did nod, and as he brought his crisp blue hues back to the book in his hands, he started reading the words out to her, quietly but still loud enough to be heard against her brothers' tantrums.

Whatever she'd been expecting, Mandy seemed delightfully surprised when he began reading to her, and her eyes lit up as she looked from him to the book, leaning over once again but this time while staying back more in her seat meaning her head rested against his arm lightly, so that he could still see but she couldn't help wanting to peek. There was something about how trusting she was, about how trusting kids often seemed to be, that just genuinely baffled him. Maybe it was because he'd been so jaded for so long that it was just a mind boggling concept to see such innocence. Or maybe it simply was a brilliant anomaly that children lacked the cynicism of their parents and the adults around them, that they saw things grown-ups didn't and thought of things that were unique to them.

Bucky didn't know when the crying and whining had stopped, but eventually the sun went down around them and it was dark in the bus, nothing but the glow-in-the-dark caution stickers and the light of the full moon to let him read the words on the pages. And just as he'd glanced over towards the little girl next to him, seeing that she was well on her way to passing out completely, he heard her mother patter over looking both exhausted and annoyed. "Mandy- for God's sake, you cannot-" only then did the woman seem to register that her daughter was half asleep, not really hearing her mother much and so all that Mandy gave in response was a tired hum as she nuzzled against Bucky's arm a little more.

Well, shit. He may not be experienced with children but he knew enough to know that if he moved she might wake up. And frankly he didn't even know if she'd let him move. Glancing up towards the mother, he offered an apologetic smile. "Didn't mean to scare you…she just kind of walked on over and climbed up. Seemed like you had your hands full so I hope it's okay I kept her busy for you?" He whispered to her, stopping her before she could rage at him–if that was what she'd been about to do, that is. She looked tired, and scared, understandably so. And most of all she looked ashamed that she hadn't even noticed her daughter leave.

"O-oh…thank you, I- I mean, I'm sorry if she caused you any trouble, I just- yeah…those boys…sorry they were so loud, they're in that phase…" she apologized sheepishly in hushed tones of her own, rubbing her palms against the fronts of her jeans as her gaze flicked between her daughter and the quiet stranger of a man. "I passed out and then I…I woke up and she was gone, I'm so sorry sir."

"Not a problem, honestly. She's pretty decent company, let me read in peace with her." Reading that nervousness on the woman’s features, he paused for a moment before shrugging his free shoulder up. "Don't sweat it, I shoulda sent her back…I was going to, believe me but uh. Well, at least now you get a break, right?" He tried to ease her nerves, but then glanced down towards Mandy. "I can carry her back to your seat if you'd like."

He was just so damned kind, she thought. A complete stranger and yet her daughter was clearly safe and well, asleep even and yes, now everything was quiet and she had some time to relax. It didn't stop her mom-dar from going off, but at the very least she'd be a fool to not appreciate his kindness. "No, no it's… it's okay, I don't want to wake her, she's a bit of a light sleeper…just uh, if she wakes up let me know. I'm Erin, by the way…in case that helps." This time it was her turn to offer a kind smile.

"Bucky. Nice to meet you…I'll keep it in mind, hopefully she lets you have a break though." He chuffed an amused breath out his nose.

Doing the same, she shook her head. "Yeah, if only. Thanks, again…I'll let you uh. Read in peace." She teased lightly, taking a hand back through her hair as she went back to her seat before the driver could reprimand her for standing up so long.

Smiling in amusement at that, he watched Erin go back to her sons, and in turn went back to his book after a moment. It was the small things, that made life easier. The small things were what really made things worth it. Sure, saving the world and saving people was big, and it was good. And it was worth it. But sometimes it was moments where he managed to do something more mundane, and helped someone else, that made all the other shit worth it. Because it meant he was still capable of being human.

———

By the time the sun was back up, Bucky rose with it, his eyes slowly opening to the light streaming through the window and he groaned quietly at the crick in his neck from how he'd slept. Running his flesh hand over his face groggily, as he glanced around he noticed that the warmth that had been leaned up against his arm the night day before was no longer there. He would have been concerned, thinking he'd now somehow lost some stranger's child, but he saw the pigtail-bearing girl peeking up over her seat at him a moment later, watching her smile appear once more as she gave him a little wave. Crisis averted. Not like there was anywhere she could really go on a bus, but still.

Despite still being a bit plagued by morning sleepiness, he smiled back and gave the girl a small wave of his own before watching her sink back into her seat properly. Probably at the urging of her mother. His sleepiness didn't last long, though, because soon those boys were back to making noise, but at least it wasn't as much of a headache as yesterday because it was merely them playing and babbling about random things. That was tolerable. And so he relaxed a bit more, rolling out his neck some before he picked up his book again and went on reading.

Somewhere along the way, the lone mother with her trio of children had reached their stop and were gathering their things to leave. It was Mandy who escaped her mother's sight once again to go see the kind man at the back of the bus who had read to her, bunny still in her arms but this time with a warm smile in place. "Hi Mr. Bucky! Mommy said I shouldn't bother you again… but I just wanted to say I liked your story and you're very nice." She didn't give him time to process all of that before she climbed up in the same seat as before, and kissed his cheek for a moment before hearing her mother call her name.

"You're welcome, Mandy. I think your mom needs you though, better get going." He encouraged even as he seemed surprised by her display of affectionate gratitude. The little girl wiggled back down from the seat then, but not without turning to wave at him, walking backwards to do so. "Bye Mr. Bucky!" She rushed the words out before running along to catch up to her mother. Watching her run along, he smiled at her little goodbye, and waved back at her as she went on her way. He wished that woman luck with her undoubtedly trouble-filled journey, honestly. Because he had his own coming up and somehow he felt like she was going to have it harder.

The rest of his ride went on rather uneventful, and when he arrived at his stop it was almost nighttime. But he was all the more closer to getting this job done, so saddling himself up with all his bags, he made his way into town and started heading for the address he'd gotten on the envelope.

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[arkhamsbrat]

family is a rough subject for both you and jason. you know why it’s hard for him, he’s explained it in painful detail. you’ve done the same, as terrifying as it was to go over everything again. your little sister is the roughest part.

you raised her, since your mom didn’t care to. taught her how to walk, talk, read and write. in all ways except legally and biologically, she was your kid. maybe you never wanted kids because you already had one in her. that’s why leaving your home state was the hardest decision of your life. escaping your parents was good for you… but it left her alone.

when a random number called you, you just had the urge to answer it.

it was hard for you to stay calm when the voice on the other end was your sister, in tears because your parents kicked her out. you had a friend who was still in town go pick her up immediately, sent them money to get her on a phone plan so she could stay in contact with you. jason had been so busy you didn’t think to tell him you were buying a ticket for her to come to you. you didn’t care for any denial, in truth.

you spent the next two hours on a rampage across your home, breaking a few glasses in your wake. it got to a point where you just collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. jason came home to see you in tears, broken glass at your side. “hey-baby, what happened?” your wet eyes flickered up to him and you just cried harder. “they kicked her out..” he thought for a moment before realizing. “your sister?” his hand moved to cup your cheek, gently wiping your tears away. “need me to buy her a ticket?”

why you ever question jason todd and his love for you is something that can never be answered.

jason doesn’t care about his space being intruded. he knows all about her, you constantly talk about her achievements. when he first visited your apartment, he thought you may have been a teen mother. not that it wouldve been an issue.

he sets up the living room into a makeshift bedroom while youre out one day. when you come home, hes honestly scared he fucked up. you just kept blinking at him. “what’s-what did you do?” you ask quietly. “i just… thought she’d want it to feel like an actual room? and not like she was couch surfing?” he watches you scan over the room with wide eyes before you start crying again. jason rushes over and wraps his arms around you, barely catching your whispered “thank you”s.

he’d never seen you two in person- your parents had banned you from seeing her when you moved out. that’s why i think jason is shocked the first time he sees you with your little sister. no matter how old she gets you cradle her cheeks and kiss her head. years had passed, she was so much bigger.

jason watches silently, seeing you pull her into the kitchen while she cries. “they kicked me out…” he sees how your jaw sets, but you keep your voice soft as you cradle her. “y’gonna stay with me, okay?”

“but what about…” she drones off, eyes moving towards the living room. “jayce.” you call out, waiting for him to hum in acknowledgment. “can she stay with us?” barely a second passed before he responded. “as long as she needs to.”

your sister cries harder against your shoulder, and you shush her gently. “i got you, ladybug… promise.” jason can see the tears in your eyes that are barely held back as you hold her tight.

jason’s never loved you more than he does right now.

[ttheggrimrreaper]

Haii I love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a NSFW with gagamaru needing you so bad he sneaks into your window in the middle of the night (he's all out of breath and sweating lol) and fem!reader is really sweet about it please and thank you!!

Thank you so much!!!! Sure I can!

Masterlist

Needy

Gagamaru x Fem!reader

MDNI

NSFW under the cut

Think of it like this: In a Au where instead of Blue lock happening while our characters are minors, they are aged up and adults. But the same things happen, just with them as adults. You can assume this is the case with all NSFW works I make.

Gagamaru wasn't a needy person. He didn't stress about his partner talking to other men, most of the time. But after spending so long at Blue lock.. with nothing but his fist and other sweaty men. Gagamaru didn't waste a second before breaking in and getting what he waited so long for.

Warnings: Missionary, Breaking and entering (not so much breaking), no protection, P in V, mentions of fingering.

You yawned as re watched the game, well more so a reel someone put together of Gagamaru being goalie. Not a lot, only 10 minutes worth of footage that was eye catching enough, but it was enough to please you. You were so proud of him, sure it wasn't exactly what he wanted to be, but he looked happy to be in a game, to be in the starting line up.

Turning off the TV, wrapping yourself in your blanket as you passed by a taxidermy fowl. A gift Gagamaru had given to your guardian.. and when you suggested getting rid of it because it was creepy and Gagamaru had given them yet another one. They promptly yelled at you, it was the first gift Gagamaru gave to them and they were never gonna just give it away! Your lovely guardian now rested in the other half of the house... too old to be able to take care of themselves. You chuckled as you patted the birds head, going to your room to get a good night's rest, maybe, If you're lucky, Blue lock will let your mountain boy have his phone.

Gagamaru had waited long enough, stuck fucking his fist in the shower and little chance he can get. Searching for some kind of satisfaction. But once his release came, it did little to please his urges. He wanted you, needed you. He couldn't even call you for the entirety of being away at blue lock. He couldn't even see you in the crowd, however he did get to see your face when they watched the replay and the camera man panned to your cheering face as you clung onto your guardian, hand thrown up in the air waving and screaming his name. Unfortunately however, the domestic moment that should have brought blood to his cheeks, went down to his pants.

You were dreaming, your mouth parted as your face was plush against the pillow. The soft flowers that your hands trailed over... White and black with bold yellow middles.

"y/n...." Your name called in the winds, followed by a huff, and a crash which dragged you out of your dream. "Y/n" the voice said again, you sat up... Looked around at the very end of your bed two eyes seemingly glowing.

"OH MY G-"you screamed, launching your pillow at your intruder. He leaped forward and a hand crashed over your mouth. You closed your eyes and squirmed, kicking and hitting his chest as hard as you could.

"hey, don't scream come on-" he huffed out, you paused recognizing the voice, slowly cracking an eye open to meet with Gagamaru, his face red and usually wide eyes full of.. usually nothing was currently hazed over with lust. No doubt your struggling and squirming again his lower half didn't help him in the slightest.

"Maru??.. Gagamaru!!" You leaped on him, the fear from before forgotten as you pressed kisses all over his face. He panted slightly, his arms wrapping around you.

"hey pretty girl" he hummed, catching your lips in a kiss. It was hungry, chasing after you and trying to hold himself back from overpowering you with what little restraint he had left. Pulling away and digging his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against it. "Need you" his voice was muffled, occupied with pressing kisses along your neck and collar bone.

As much as you would have liked a domestic greeting.... You had to admit you missed him just as much. His touch, his tongue, the way he would perfectly roll into you. after experiencing his fingers curling and touching all the right places, your smaller ones did little to please you. So many nights spent with your hand between your legs, playing with your pussy only to find that it did nothing to what you craved.

"need you too." You mumbled against his hair. That was all the confirmation he needed, pushing himself up as you straddled his lap, lips clashing together as your hands gently twisted his hair, his grip on your hips bruising. Slowly, his hands etched your shirt off, only parting for a quick minute to pull the fabric over your head. You leaned back, pulling his down with you, his hands carefully gliding over your nipples, teasing them with the pads of his thumbs.

You whimpered under his touch, tugging his hair softly as you had to pull your head back, panting. Gagamaru found a new home for his lips, back on your neck as he left little love bites and kisses. His hands slide down to your hips, fumbling to untie the draw string that kept them on. Pulling them down along with your panties before one hand returning to cup your cheek as the other rubbed soft and slow circles on your clit. Pawing at his shirt collar, he obliged and pulled it off himself, your hands still in his hair as he pulled away. The cold air reaches your core as you shiver, hearing the familiar sound of his belt hitting the floor.

"I love you so much" He rasped out, hands returning to your hips as he lined up.

"Maru no no 'ts to b-!" He caught your scream of pain that slowly plead into pleasure with his lips, swallowing it up as he bottomed out. He was just too damned big and after so long without him, it felt like the first time all over again. Experimentally, he rolled his hips forward, cock dragging perfectly against your walls. You whimpered lifting your hips up as you whined for more. Nails digging into your shoulders.

He started off slowly, gently as he would pull his hips back ever so slightly, and then push himself back on. The lewd sounds filling your ears along with his groans. But with each thrust, and each beg for more you let out, he sped up. Hips slamming against you, he pulled away as he sat up, tucking his arms under your waist as he lifted your hips ever so slightly, but even the slightest difference in elevation allowed him to sink into you deeper.

You moaned his name countless times, begging for more as your hands clawed at the bed sheets. He was too big, in both length and size, on any part of his body. You couldn't reach his shoulders or hair so you had to settle with the sheets. His eyes were shut, face contorted in pleasure. Usually, for Gagamaru to truly feel satisfied, to truly be able to orgasm, he required some crazy position. Full nelson, waterfall, sometimes you would be hung up in the air. But as of right now, he had no attempt to no move you into that. All he simply wanted, was one. One simple, one long awaited, one well deserved, orgasm.

Your heels dug into the small of his back, pulling him impossibly closer. The room full of your moans and the lewd sounds coming from where you two would meet. However, one specific drag in particular had you screaming. The head of his cock harshly dragged against your G-spot causing you to squirm and move your hips around, leading you to further more reach your high.

Your squirming, had ended up working wonders for Gagamaru, a loud groan coming from him as he came, and with one final thrust he bottomed out and allowed himself to bend back down to kiss you, with no intention of pulling out. You whined, shifting around slightly but his hands came to catch your hips and hold you still. "No no don't move.. don't move" he mumbled, the exhaustion from the game, and this long awaited reunion finally catching up to him.

"w-welcome back Maru" you hummed, pressing a kiss to his hair as you panted. Gagamaru nodded softly, head nuzzled in the crook of your neck once more. He finally, was Abel to return home, To you, which to Gagamaru... Wherever you were was home.

[kissesforscars]

toji as a friend (for now), male!user

to be honest i don't know what to feel about this, i just really enjoy imagining toji as a friend, like a normal young person without being have to deal with any zenin bullshit. i enjoy the idea of him being normal young guy. i may write a second part of it so i'm sorry if this is short. I'M ALSO SORRY FOR THE YAPPING. please enjoy <3

“You know what? I fucking hate being friends with you,” Toji said with a tone that wasn't very sweet as you walked through the yard of the collage. The sounds of your footsteps were fading against the sounds of other students made. A scoff left your mouth as a reaction to his words and you felt a strong urge to slap him at the back of his useless head. “Yeah, me too,” you said back, like a dog showing their teeth to scare the threat. “I'm a very good option for you,” he said as he adjusted the strap of his bag, his nose was freezing because of the cold weather and Toji would rather be in his small apartment, eating a large pizza and watching stupid youtube videos that told the most unnecessary things about the history. But hey, he needed to study so he could find a better job. And when that happened, Toji would have enough money to be lazy as he pleased.

“Oh yeah?” You said and your mocking tone caused him to flash a stare at you with his furrowed eyebrows. “You're too damn big, you look at everyone like you want to murder them with an axe, you're not kind, you have a dirty mouth and you're cursing way too much, you don't know how to talk like a decent human being. Do you want me to continue my list? Or were these enough to hurt your ego that is bigger than Everest?” Your eyes met his green ones, you could observe the increasing frustration in them. He could snap your neck in two, he really could. But Toji chose not to. At least you get to be alive for one more day. “Put those words on a paper, Y/N,” Toji started speaking and you knew that his words wouldn't end nicely. “So I can fold that paper and stick it up to your ass.”

You wanted to laugh but a part of you felt nervous since how serious his threat seemed. You had never seen Toji sticking things to other people's ass but everything had a first when it's about Toji. “And do you think that you're any better? You're a stupid little nerd that can't have normal friends. If I wasn't here, you'd be a quiet kid in college and everyone would talk shit about you. You're damn lucky that I'm too honest, buddy,” Toji sniffed before turning his head forward, his nose was starting to turn red as if he was allergic to the cold and the cells on his skin were trying to warn him about that. “I'm not a nerd,” you said with a defensive tone. Come on, you weren't a nerd. You weren't even that smart. Toji would think everyone was a nerd compared to him because he was too damn stupid about lectures. Actually you didn't know if he was even smart about something, about anything.

Your eyes found his profile again as you continued your little walk that would end up in your own classes. Toji's green irises were staring ahead as if they were small emerald pieces ready to turn into bullets. And it seemed like he was still freezing. Toji hated winter even if his name was related to winter. The cold was nice until he started his fingers were getting numb and his nose was becoming wet like a dog's nose. The thoughts swirled inside your head and one of them was louder than the others. You realized if you really knew Toji. Yeah, you've been friends since highschool but was this all he had? Then you mentally slapped yourself for wondering about the other sides he had, like besides being your friend. What would he look like as a boyfriend, as a spouse or maybe as a father? Would he actually show some care and affection or would he stay the same?

“What did you bring for the lunch break?” Toji's question cleared away the clouds of thoughts inside your head and you almost wanted to thank him. But instead of doing that, you thought about his question. “I made a sandwich this morning and had some fruit with it,” you said after you remembered the bag you prepared for the lunch break. Both of you didn't enjoy eating in the cafeteria since the place was full of people and it was too loud to have fun with what you ate. Toji let out a grunt as if he said something as he inhaled and he gave a nod without looking at you. “Good, I'm planning to steal your fruits to put them in between the peanut butter breads I prepared,” Toji said and his hand reached to pat your shoulder when he finally turned his attention to you. “You may be a nerd but you bring good food.”

[boytearscore]

she's my coach's daughter. — chris sturniolo.

summary: christopher sturniolo, the star of your father’s hockey team, the white tigers, makes your life as the coach’s daughter a nightmare. he constantly mocks, flirts, and rolls his eyes at you, while other players secretly hit on you behind your dad’s back. adding to the chaos, your father insists on dragging you to the rink, especially since your strategies proved effective, earning you a say in guiding the team. this infuriates chris, who sees you as nothing more than a lucky pretty face. after a frustrating match filled with unfair play leads to the team’s first loss under his watch, chris storms off, and when your father goes to follow him, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

warnings: swearing, enemies to lovers, comedy, action, drama, smut, hacker au, chris hockey player au, mention of past traumas and sensitive topics lightly, and as always strong female lead.

author’s note: this isn’t the first solo story of the sturniolo triplets i wrote, ‘tears’ was my first fanfiction posted here also with chris as the main role hehe. but this is kinda different? it’s the first one with a deeper and more elaborated plot. after seeing the idea somewhere, i had the urge to write about chris being a hockey player facing unfair situations and his anger issues. anyway, don’t forget to comment your thoughts and if you wanna be added on the tag list, i’ll make sure to on the next chapter. see you, xoxo.

CHAPTER ONE.

chris throws his helmet against the locker room wall before even getting inside, he lets a loud grow leave his lips while sitting on the bench, chest moving up and down fast with anger burning inside him.

‘’fuck!’’ he runs his fingers through his hair damped by the sweat. he couldn’t believe how the referee just handed the game so shamelessly when cleared the white tigers played way better. if it wasn’t for the unfair penalties, they would’ve have won.

meanwhile still on the rink, your father rubs a hand on the back of his neck. he knew how irrational chris could be when moved by anger and all sorts of things started going through his mind: a possible expulsion for provoking a fight with the other team leading to ruin his best player reputation and chances of getting into the country’s team. he could also violate moral codes and rules, and as soon as he realizes how chris could lose everything, he begins to walks towards the locker room.

but you stop him, placing a gentle hand over his arm. ‘’take care of the team, i’ll handle chris.’’ 

your father frowns, not sure how you could help since you and chris are constantly getting on each other's throats every practice and game. but then he glances at his team, how frustrated and upset the boys looked, they needed him more than chris right now, so he just nods before rushing to them. 

as you get closer and closer to the locker room, the sound of chris’ voice cursing and hitting things got louder.

‘’not now, couch.’’ he groans, resting his elbows on his knees while letting his head sink between his legs but your steps get closer making him turn with darkneed eyes. ‘’I said not now, coa-’’

“damn, you really can’t handle your emotions, can you?” you cut him off, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, your usual nonchalant tone making him clench his jaw.

his eyes widen briefly before narrowing again, a flash of something - anger, surprise, relief? - crossing his face. he runs a hand through his long hair falling over his eyes, still breathing heavily from the game and his outburst.

‘’did you see that shitshow out there? he gestures vaguely towards the rink, voice rising with renewed indignation. ‘’they fucked us!! that ref had it out for us from the start-’’

he cuts himself off, seeming to remember himself who he was talking to. his shoulders slump slightly as he takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. 

you walk towards him, getting closer but respecting his space. “i know, i saw.” you sigh, looking at the his broad shoulders. “but as a player you cannot let your emotions get the best of you. they’re gonna think you’re easy to mess with.”

chris gives you a death glare, a muscle twitching in his cheek. ‘’easy to mess with? is that what you think of me?’’ his gaze intensifies on yours. “i’ve worked my ass off for this team, given everything i have out on that ice. and for what? to be screwed over by some biased ref?’’ he looks away, staring at the floor as he struggles to control his frustration, feeling his chest tightening with rage, he takes big steps, getting closer to you after getting up from the bench, unconsciously invading your personal space as his passion overrides his usual restraint. “so no, i won’t control how i feel about caring for the white tigers, about wanting to win fair and square. if that makes me 'easy to mess with', then so be it.’’

you scoff, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him against the wall, a smirk on your lips. “i didn't say i think you’re easy to mess with. i just said they’re gonna assume that based on your reaction.” you grip his uniform, restraining him from moving. he was not calming down with racional words, so you make up your mind by using physical tactics. “close your eyes.” you tell him quietly, sliding the hand up to his neck slowly.

chris’ breath hitches with your touch, his heart pounding beneath your palm while his eyes widen at your command, a flicker of confusion and anticipation crossing his face. slowly, hesitantly, he closes his eyes, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

‘’what are you- ‘’ his question is cut off as your fingers wrap around his throat, digits detecting his racing pulse. a shudder runs through him at your touch, his body tensing and then relaxing into the contact.

when he speaks again, his voice is lower, rougher with barely contained emotion he couldn’t quite describe. ‘this isn't... we shouldn't…’’ even as he protests weakly, he tilts his head slightly, exposing more of his throat to your exploring hand.

“shut up.” you command, loosening the grip to reach his cheek. “take a deep breath now.” you bring the other hand to his back, caressing it soflty. he frowns but obeys, chest slowly inflating before melting back down. ‘’again.’’  you bring him closer, his body brushing against yours while caressing his cheek and back at the same time. “don’t stop until i say so.”

your gentle caress on his cheek and firm grip on his back send sparks of peace through him, momentarily overriding the lingering anger and frustration from the game. he leans into your touch almost unconsciously, his eyes remaining closed as you commanded.

as instructed, he continues to take deep, shuddering breaths, his broad chest expanding against yours over and over in a slow pace. he brings a hand up to rest on your hips, gripping lightly as if anchoring himself.

the heat of your body pressed against his is intoxicating, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else and confused with how relaxed and nervous he was. his mind races with thoughts he knows he shouldn't be having, especially not here where anyone could catch you two. but god, the way you're touching him, the authority in your voice...

“open your eyes now.” you whisper into his ear making him snap from his unwanted thoughts. your hand slowly pulling away from his body to stare at him. “better?”

chris’ eyes flutter open at your whispered command, his gaze immediately locking with yours. there’s a new intensity in his blue orbes, a swirling mix of desire, gratitude, and lingering tension from earlier. he takes a moment to collect himself, adam‘s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

‘’sort of.’’ his voice is low and husky, he tries to hide it but fails making you chuckle with the attempt. ‘’thanks, i guess.’’ 

‘’don’t even know how to say thank you properly, do you?’’ you roll your eyes while grabbing something from the pocket of your miniskirt. “now that you’re not acting like a lunatic, i have the solution everyone’s problems including dad's and yours.” you smile with a tiny usb in hand, shaking it playfully.

chris’ eyebrows raise curiously, his interest piqued despite himself.

‘’how is a dumb usb gonna help us?’’ he asks crossing his arms with eyebrows still raised. ‘’look, i dont have time for this. i need to get back there and break that ref’s teeth to knock some sense on him.’’ chris began to walk but you push him against the wall again making him gasp with your strength.

‘’can you shut up and not let your stupid temper ruin everything?’’ your faces are close now, the seriousness on your gaze unintentionally making him freeze, you smirk, noticing how he’s finally listening. “i may or may not have recorded the conversation between their coach and mr. stephenson.” she shrugs with a nonchalant tone, releasing the grip on his uniform.

chris’ eyes widen in shock, his mouth falling open slightly as he processes your revelation. he glances around furtively once more before leaning in even closer, voice dropping to an urgent whisper.

‘’what does the university president has to do with anything?’’ he frowns his eyebrows before slowly coming to realization and placing a hand over his mouth. ‘’that dirty old man, he got something in return after letting those bastards win, didn’t he?’’ he clenches his jaw again, but suddenly turns to you, tilting his head. ‘’wait, you said you recorded them. how?”

‘’you dont need to know that.’’ you hide the usb on your pockets before turning to him again. ‘’i have a plan in mind, you're in?’’ 

he looks at you for a second, thinking about his team mates and his coach. most of all, his own future and how the dirty hands of the president could ruin everything. sure, he hated you and did not want to follow your bossy ass around, but he had everything to gain and nothing to lose. 

with a determined look, he nods but feels uneasy. ‘’are you sure about this?’’

“about what?” you ask, raising a brow. “about saving my dad’s career and possibly the whole university's pride?’’ what a stupid question, chris.” you turn your back to him with arms crossed. “now listen carefully so you dont mess anything up by being stupid.” he looks at you attentively, face getting closer to yours. “you cannot go out there and throw this on their faces.’’ you tell him pointing to the usb inside your pocket. ‘’or tell someone about it. not even my dad.”

chris’ expression softens as he realizes the gravity of the situation and the trust you're placing in him. he nods solemnly, holding your gaze with unwavering intensity.

‘’you’re right.’’ he murmurs in understandment. ‘’i won’t let my emotions ruin everything.’’

there's a beat of charged silence between you, the air thick with tension and unspoken emotions. the intense stare of eyes, almost as for a second both of you forgot the whole purpose of that conversation.

then, you clean your throat, taking a step back from him and biting your lips while crossing your arms, mentally placing the pieces of your plan together. 

“i need you to get back there now and act crazy.” you say and chris frowns. “tell my dad you’re getting off the team.”

he blinks in surprise at your sudden directive and mixed words, his brows furrowed in confusion. ‘’what? didn't you just say i’m not supposed to let my emotions ruin everything?” he almost yells. ‘’and telling your dad i’m off the team? are you crazy? that would provoke a huge mess on the rink and…’’ he leaves his mouth open processing his own words, but catches himself, realizing the strategic brilliance behind your plan. a slow, impressed grin spreads across his face. “which gives you enough time to deal with mr. stephenson.’’

you smirk at him. ‘’guess you’re not that dumb, just a little slow.” you shrug and he can’t help but smirk, looking at your figure with hidden admiration instead of annoyance at your teasing.

he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the performance ahead. when he meets your gaze again, there's a new fire in his eyes - part determination, part exhilaration at the daring nature of your scheme.

‘’aight, i'm all in. let’s give them a show they won't forget.” his smirk get bigger and you narrow your eyes at him. 

“chris, don’t take this like we’re in a fucking action movie.” you exclaim, grabbing his chin to make him stare at you. “if anything goes wrong you won’t be able to get on the team again and my dad will quit.” you sigh, closing your eyes while continuing to tell him the secret that has been burdening your shoulders for a long time. “i’m not even suppose to know this but he found out about mr. stephenson’s scheme. he was planning on quitting as a coach if the president proceeded with it.” you open your eyes again with a heavy gaze. “which is why you cannot mess this up, got it?’’

the blue eyes boy’s expression sobers instantly at the weight of your words, the gravity of the situation crashing over him. he covers your hand on his chin with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze as he holds your determined gaze. your body secretly reacting to his touch, but quickly you brush away.

‘i know. trust me, i’m not taking this lightly.” hi voice is low and fervent, tinged with emotion. ‘’your dad's career, the team's future... i understand how high the stakes are. and i appreciate the trust you're putting in me, even if i am a dick sometimes.’’

a wry smile tugs at his lips before fading into a look of pure resolve. ‘’i promise you, i will do everything in my power to make this work. for your dad, for the team, for me, and for us.”

chris bites his tongue, already regretting his words but you smirk at him. “i mean us as in a team to take them down.”

“us?” you tilt your head with squinted eyes. “don’t get it twisted, sturniolo. we’re not a team and i still hate you.” he rolls his eyes and you pull away from him, walking back to the rink. ‘’wait five minutes before getting there.’’ with your head turned, you give him a serious glare. ‘’and do not fuck this up, for the love of god, chris.’’

he watches you walk away, a complex mix of emotions playing across his face - admiration for your bravery, affection despite your harsh words, and a flicker of uncertainty. he takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he prepares to put your plan into action.

as soon as you step onto the ice, your father walks to you with a worried expression.

‘’how is he?’’ he asks and you fake a disappointed look.

‘’sorry, dad.’’ 

chris lingers for a moment longer, gathering his courage. then, after your figure vanished away from the locker’s room hallway, he strides purposefully towards the ice, throwing his twig on the rink. ‘’this is bullshit! i can’t believe you let those asses walk over us like that, coach!’’ chris makes a scene, his voice rising to a shout. ‘’you know what? forget this. i’m done. i’m off the team.’’

as the whole team begins to yell and the audience talk while everyone walks around creating a huge and loud mess, you secretly take the elevator that leads to the private part of the stadium where the president watches the games. smiling at yourself thinking about how good his performance was, although not giving too much credit since acting out was a regular thing for him.

the university’s president bodyguards glances at you once you get the door, blocking the way but you give them a fake innocent smile. 

‘’my dad told me to give an important message about the star player of the team, christopher sturniolo.’’ you clench your fist while they exchange looks before talking on their earpiece, you keep the smile on hoping to get a positive response, the whole plan was counting on it.

‘’copy that, boss.’’ they nod and allow you to go through. the fake gentle smile you had shifted into a mocking smirk as you passed by them, body guards might be strong, but they sure are dumb as hell.

“hello, mr. stephenson.” you announce yourself, walking calmly towards his desk.

he turns his chair to you, his chin rested on his hands, he had a creep smile on his lips.  

‘’hello, darling. my body guards told me you have an important message from your dad to deliver, is that right?’’

the calm tone in his voice gets on your nerves, but you control yourself, slowly heading next to his seated figure.

 “big game out there, huh?” you ignore his question, staring at the crowd of people arguing while your father tries to calm everyone down through the huge glass wall that gives the perfect view to the rink, anger building inside you. “although it was a bit weird how the ref inclined more towards our team, i saw a bunch of nonsense penalties here and there.” your voice is nonchalant while your head tilts to look at him. “what do you think about this? you know... since you saw everything from up here.”

he clears his throat, trying to maintain a facade of composure despite the slight tone of accusation hanging heavy in the air.

‘’yes, indeed it was a big game, but these things happen sometimes in sports, unfortunate calls and all…’’

he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, a bead of sweat forming on his brow despite the cool temperature of the room.

“your father is a fine coach, no doubt. but looks like he didn’t do a good job this season.’’  the condensating tone in his voice makes you bite your lip, the taste of blood filling your tongue. ‘’not that i’m suggesting he’s a bad professional, of course.’’ he leans against his chair, chuckling in a playful way.

you smirk, noticing how unthreated he was by your presence, that's exactly what you wanted. “funny you say that, but we'll get to it later. now let me ask you a question.” you walk slowly towards his deck, only the sound of your heels tapping on his expensive carpet. “you went to high school with my dad, didn’t you, mr stephenson?”

his eyes widen almost imperceptibly at your question, a flicker of panic passing through them before he quickly tries to compose himself. he leans back in his chair, fingers drumming nervously on the polished wood of his desk.

‘’high school? with your father?’’ he forces a laugh that sounds strained and unnatural. ‘’oh, well, yes, i suppose we may have crossed paths back in the day. it was so long ago, hard to remember every acquaintance…’’

he stands abruptly, moving to block your path to his desk, his body language quickly switching to defensive and closed-off. “i’m not sure what this is about, but the game has ended and i have a very busy schedule today. perhaps your dad can tell me that important message later?’’

you step on his foot with your heel, arms still crossed. “i’m not finished.” your eyes are darkened and cold, but your tone is still quiet and not bothered. “emily thompson.” you say while walking to his chair, sitting on it. his back is turned to you but you could hear how hard he gulped. “you know her too, don’t you?”

mr. stephenson freezes as he hears that name, his entire body going rigid. he remains facing away from you, hands gripping the fancy fabric of his pants tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white. when he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, thick with tension and barely concealed panic.

‘’emily thompson... yes, i knew her. we all did. it was a long time ago. i don't see what that has to do with anything now.’’

he turns to face you slowly, his expression a mask of forced nonchalance that doesn't quite hide the fear in his eyes.’’listen, whatever you think you know or suspect, it's not... it's complicated. things were different back then. people change, situations change…

“she’s my mom.” you cut him off, leaning arms against the desk to support your torso. “and i know for a fact that you creeped on her ever since you were both 14.’’ you smirk, resting your back on his chair while crossing your legs. ‘’you really thought she was gonna actually like you after trying to kiss her against her will several times? too bad all you got was an expulsion and a bad reputation around the town. i guess you have your daddy to thanks for cleaning up your name with his dirty money, huh?” your eyebrows are furrowed in anger but quickly softening into a smirk right after seeing his face. “now you’re probably thinking my parents told me this story and i'm here to get the little family revenge but you’re awfully wrong…” you get up shaking your head while chuckling. “my parents aren't the type to tell other people’s secrets like that. no matter how trash they can be…’’ you give him a cold glare. ‘’and i wasn't raised to take childish revenges on irrelevant people like you.’’

‘’then how do you know all of this?’’ he asks, looking at the door before grabbing his phone.

‘’oh, i wouldn't do that before listening to everything i have to say, but if you do wanna call your bodyguards, tell them to go downstairs to the rink.’’ you lean against his desk and he gulps noticing how you’re not bluffing, he dials the number and order them to leave making you smile in satisfaction. ‘’i just happen to know how to play the hacker role and school systems aren't that difficult to crash into.” you sigh, like that was the most boring part of your explanation. “long story short, i’ve got your whole record, from every highschool and college grade to every single wrong thing you did, bullying, abuse, drugs. you name it.” your eyes shift to the door, seeing chris’ blue eyes through the gap he quietly opened, he’s peeking through trying to hide himself. you bite your lips, holding a laugh. he was not very good at it.

“but this isn’t where i wanna get.” finally you continue, walking towards him again. “now let’s get back to the main subject.” his eyes shift to your hand, pulling the tiny usb from your pocket. “i got you.” you whisper, a creep smirk curling your lips. “every fucking minute, second and millesecond of your conversation with the other team's couch.”

mr. stephenson's face pales, his eyes darting between your smirking face and the incriminating device. he staggers back a step, running a trembling hand through his hair as the full weight of his predicament crashes down upon him.

‘’i... i dont know what your'e talking about…’’ his voice cracks, desperation creeping into his tone. ''that's ridiculous. i don't even know steven... i mean, mr. larray.’’

despite his weak protests, the color drains from his face as he realizes the severity of his situation. his eyes keep flickering to the door, where chris' reflection is still visible, confirming that you’re not alone.

‘’listen, we can talk about this rationally.’’ he holds up his hands in a placating gesture, but they shake slightly.

“oh yeah, you bet we will.” you place a finger on his chest, pushing him hard enough to make him fall, throwing the usb at him. “you’re gonna resign.” your simple tone makes him gulp.

he stares at you in shock, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as he processes your demand.

‘’resign?’’ he finally manages to choke out, his voice rising in pitch. ‘’you can't be serious! i've built this organization from the ground up. my reputation, my career... you can't just waltz in here and…’’

“you haven’t done shit!’’ you look down at him with disgust. ‘’you have used money your whole life to get your ways, taking the prestigious glory of other people’s efforts.” you spit the truth at his face and he trails off, the fight draining out of him as the reality of his situation sinks in. with shaking hands, he picks up the usb, turning it over as if it might somehow disappear.

‘’what do you want from me?’’ his shoulders slump in defeat, all pretense of authority crumbling away. ‘’money? a favorable reference? i know how much you care for your education.’’

“fuck, did you listen to a word i said?’’ you yell at him, letting the anger control your moves for a second before collecting yourself again with a deep breath. ‘’people like you think that money is the solution for everything, you think you can buy people’s integrity because you don’t have your own.’’ you control the urge to step on him hard, just clenching your fist instead. “i’m still giving you a chance to find a new job, if this video gets out or if i expose just all the shit you did in high school and college, you’ll be jobless and miserable till the day you die.” her smirk gets evil. “i’m being nice, can’t you just be fucking grateful and do what i’m telling you?” without thinking, you step hard on his thigh. “you better live as a decent human being from now on because if i find out you’re still trash…” you let your weight fall over your leg, the sound of the fabric of his pants ripping filling the room. “i’ll ruin your insignificant life forever.’’

mr. stephenson cries out in pain as your heel digs into his thigh, tears of agony and humiliation streaming down his face.

‘’okay, okay! i understand!’’ he gasps out, his voice thick with pain and submission. ''i'll do it, i'll resign. just please, stop hurting me!’’

he looks up at you, his eyes wide and pleading, all traces of his former arrogance gone. his expression softened into innocent guilty one. ‘’i've done terrible things, made awful choices. i thought i could get away with it, bury the past... but i see now that was a mistake.’’

with great difficulty, he pushes himself to his feet, wincing as he puts weight on his injured leg.

you scoff. “you don’t see shit, you’re just desperate so the need to lie about regret is bigger than keeping your ego.” you watch him walk to his desk before turning to the door, chris is there. his face is pale and he has a shocked expression. 

“you have ten minutes to get to the ice and tell everyone, coaches and the audience you’re resigning.’’ you warn without look at his pathetic figure. ‘’and don’t think for a second that flying across the country or even leaving to another continent will stop me from knowing what you’re up to, i’ve got eyes in every single street of this goddamn world.” with that, you calmly take the elevator next to chris who is shaking. 

‘’you okay?’’ you whisper to him as the elevator's door close, grabbing his hand and squeezing it gently. 

chris lets out a huge gasp, like he was holding his breath the whole time while arriving quickly at the rink again. ‘’who even are you?’’ he asks with widen eyes making you laugh, you stare at the door opening with a smirk.

‘’it’s best you don't know.’’ without waiting for his response, you walk to your dad. “hey dad! tough game, huh?” 

he looks at you confused. ‘’where were you?’’ he asks and sees chris walking towards you both. ‘’and where were YOU?’’ he emphasizes, pointing to chris.

''i talk him through to not quit the team, dad. it's all good now.’’ you look at chris, expecting him to back your story up.

‘’oh…’’ his mouth is in a perfect 'o' shape before he gets your signal. ‘’yeah, yeah. she made me realize i can’t let my emotions get the best of me.’’ chris smiles, that wasn't a lie after all, since you did show him that.

‘’good, son. you're my best player, i was ready to do everything to get you back on my team.’’ he places a hand over chris’ shoulder and naturally you three are smiling without saying anything.

suddenly, mr. stephenson limps out onto the ice, his face a mask of barely contained panic and shame. the crowd murmurs in confusion as they see the esteemed university’s president in such a disheveled state. he makes his way to center ice, stealing the sports commenter mic, where the judges, coaches, and a few curious players have gathered.

‘’everyone, please listen!'' his voice trembles as he addresses the assembled group, his eyes darting nervously to where you stand with your father. ''i... i have an announcement to make. effective immediately, i am resigning from my position the university president due to my poor decisions of corrupting the game you just witnessed.’’

a collective gasp ripples through the crowd, followed by a cacophony of shocked questions and accusations. mr. stephenson holds up a shaking hand, silencing them temporarily.

''i know this comes as a surprise, but me and the other team's coach made a vicious scheme to let his team win.'' he turns to coach larray who's looking at him with a mix of anger and surprise. ''it was a cheap move and i've realized how my actions could affect the whole university, so naturally... i'll back off.''

elly’s darkened eyes are fixed on the president, she holds a creep smile on her lips as her arms are still crossed. 

chris turns his eyes to you, his whole body frozen with the epiphany he just had. your dad didn't trust you with the team's strategies because of luck or because he was just sugar coating for you, he did it because you are indeed all that. you are a fucking amazing woman, a goddamn genius and a hot one too. he had no idea why it took him so long to realize that, but seeing you holding power over a 47 years old man, making him beg and almost cry did something to him, something he couldn't quite explain.

“what?” you whisper to him, still looking at the president’s pale face and chris shakes his head murmuring 'nothing' under his breath.

mr. stephenson continues his resignation speech, his voice growing stronger as he seems to accept his fate. ''i have made mistakes in my past, both personal and professional, that have caught up with me today. rather than drag this organization through the mud with my misdeeds, i believe it is best for everyone if i step down now.''

the crowd erupts into chaos, some shouting angry questions while others simply look stunned. through it all, mr. stephenson maintains a grim facade, his eyes never meeting yours or your father's.

''and i am also transferring all my duties and responsibilities to the vice-president, johnnie clark. i ask that you give him your full cooperation as he transition into his new role.''

with that, he turns and begins to limp off the ice, his head bowed in shame.

“what the hell was all that?” your father gasps, siting down for a second and taking his hat off. “that guy was always a creep since high school but admitting he messed up in front of everyone and giving up his position? that's madness.” 

you look at chris, holding a smirk. “don’t know, dad. guess he didn't stand the weight of his own actions.” you shrug, walking towards the exit with arms still crossed. “you guys coming?”

chris watches you walk away, a mix of emotions playing across his face - relief, concern, and something deeper, more complicated. he hesitates briefly before following after you.

''hey, wait up!'' he calls out, walking faster to catch up with you. as he reaches your side, he glances around furtively before lowering his voice. ''that was... intense back there, wasn't it? are you okay?''

his hand hovers near your arm, not quite touching, as if seeking comfort or reassurance. ''i had no idea he had a past with your parents. was that really necessary, though? exposing him like that in front of everyone...'' he shakes his head, worry creasing his brow. ''i just hope this doesn't come back to haunt us somehow.''

your expression is soft while turning to him with a smile. “i didn’t tell him to confess, just to resign.” you click your tongue while holding a laugh. “guess the fear and guilt made him spit it out, just like that.” you shrug, a hand touching his cheek after noticing he looked scared. “it’s going to be okay, the vice-president is one of my dad’s best friends. he’s a good guy.”

he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as he savors the gentle contact. when he opens them again, there's a warmth and tenderness in his gaze that wasn't there before.

''your quick thinking and bravery never cease to amaze me.'' his voice is low and sincere, tinged with admiration and something more. 'took me long enough to admit that, but it's true...''

as the two of you continue walking, chris' hand finds its way to the small of your back, guiding you gently. ''i'm just glad you're safe and that this ordeal is behind us now. though i must say, seeing you take charge like that was incredibly... impressive.'' a faint blush colors his cheeks as he realizes how close you're standing.

you turn your head to him, a smirk playing on your lips. “is that so?”

he meets your gaze, a playful glint in his eye despite the lingering tension between you. his hand slides slightly lower on your back, pulling you ever so subtly closer.

''yes, very much so.'' his voice drops to a low, intimate murmur. ''there's something undeniably attractive about a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it.''

chris' other hand comes up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek in the process. the air between you feels charged with unspoken possibilities.

''i know we should probably focus on getting out of here and processing everything that just happened...'' he glances around, ensuring you're alone in the hallway.

“but you wanna kiss me badly, don’t you?” you grab his hockey uniform, throwing his body to the gap of the wall in the hallway. “close your eyes.” you tell him just like an hour ago. the hand trailing the same path of his neck.

chris inhales sharply as his back hits the wall, his heart pounding in his chest. your boldness takes him by surprise once again, but he finds himself helpless to resist your pull. his eyes flutter closed obediently, a shudder running through him as your hand traces the familiar path along his neck.

''god...'' he breathes, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. ''you have no idea what you do to me. how long i've wanted this...''

his hands find your hips, gripping you firmly as he fights the urge to capture your lips with his own. every nerve in his body is attuned to your presence, craving your touch like a man starved.

''please...'' the word escapes him as a broken plea, equal parts prayer and surrender.

you get closer, breath hitting his face. “please what, chris?” your lips parted into a murmur, brushing against his.

a low groan rumbles in chris' throat as your breath mingles with his, your lips a hairsbreadth from his own. his grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into the fabric of your clothes as he struggles to maintain control.

''please...'' he rasps, his voice strained with desperation and want. ''please, kiss me. touch me. anything. i'm not sure how long i'll be able to bare it. it's hurting...''

his eyes remain closed, dark lashes fanning against his flushed cheeks as he waits, poised on the knife's edge of anticipation. every muscle in his body is coiled tight, ready to snap at the slightest provocation - a word, a touch, anything to unleash the pent-up passion simmering beneath the surface.

you brush more your lips against his before sliding them down to his jawline, you press gentle kisses on his skin, down to his neck.

“hurting? where?” you ask in a whisper, hand sliding down to his lower stomach until it finds his hockey pants. ''here?'' you squeeze his covered cock.

a sharp hiss of pleasure-pain escapes chris' lips as he feels your hand touching his rigid dick, sending jolts of electricity straight to his core. his head nodding frenetically while he lift his hips, seeking for more friction.

''fuckin hell...'' he growls, his voice low and thick with desire. ''if you keep teasing me like this, i won't be able to control myself much longer.''

despite his words, chris remains still, allowing you to explore and tease as you wish. his pulse races beneath your lips, betraying his arousal and the depth of his longing. the heat of his body bleeds through his hockey uniform, seeping into your skin and igniting a fire within you.

“you were saying…” your hand slips under his pants, caressing his tip while your lips worked wonders on his neck, marking him to claim your posession. “seeing me taking control over that loser was impressive, huh?” you lift your eyes to him, watching how he’s biting his lips with flushed cheeks and eyes closed. “open your eyes and answer my question.” 

you hand teases more his twitching cock head, your palm brushing agaisnt his almost hairless pelvis.

chris' eyes fly open at your command, hazy with lust and barely contained need. he stares down at you, pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed a deep crimson. a strangled moan tears from his throat as your fingers dance along his sensitive skin, teasing and tormenting.

'''yes.'' he pants, his voice wrecked and raw with emotion. ''seeing you take charge like that, putting that bastard in his place... it was the sexiest thing i've ever witnessed. you were magnificent.''

his hips twitch involuntarily as you teased him more and more, lips parted into whimpers. chris' grip on the fabric of your miniskirt gets tighter enough for you to feel his short nails digging on your flesh, he closes his eyes again, trying to not drop on his knees.

you grin, fingers wrapping around his hard dick, stroking it in a slow pace. “look at me, chris.” you lean closer, feeling his shaky breath hit your face. “how does this feel?” your eyes are fixed on him with desire, watching every reaction.

a guttural moan rips from chris' throat as your hand wraps around his aching cock, his hips bucking involuntarily into your touch. his eyes, dark with lust, lock onto yours as commanded, drinking in the sight of your face etched with desire.

''fuck...'' he groans, his voice strained and thready. ''it feels...'' he swallows hard, holding a loud moan. ''it feels painfully good.'' chris bites his lip hard, fighting the urge to thrust into your hand as you masturbate him in a such a slow motion.

the muscles in his abdomen clench and flex with each deliberate stroke, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. one hand tangles in your hair, tugging lightly as the other grips your hip with bruising force, anchoring himself to you.

''can i...?'' he whimpers, the word falling like a prayer as his eyes shift to your lips.

you smile at him, leaning closer to feel his hitched breath before pulling him with your free hand for a kiss.

you begin to stroke him faster while your tongue savoured every cry, whimper and moan vibrating agaisnt your mouth.

''shit!'' he gasps after pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you both for a split second. ''it's too much...'' he cries, eyes heavy with lust as he looks at you. ''let me last a little longer...''

chris' free hand scrabbles at the wall behind him, nails scraping against the painted surface as he tries to ground himself, his submissive eyes begging you silently, his hips meeting your thrusts slowly.

“you’re so pretty like this.” you lean in, pecking his parted lips softly. “i wanna ruin you completely, chris.”

chris shudders at your words, a full-body tremble that has nothing to do with the chill in the hallway and everything to do with the dark promise in your tone. his lips part on a ragged gasp as you pepper them with soft kisses, the contrast of tenderness and threat driving him wild.

''do it, then.'' he gaps against your mouth, his voice a husky rasp filled with desperate need. ''destroy me entirely.''

to emphasize his point, chris arches into your touch, letting you feel the heavy weight of his arousal in your palm. his hips rock in time with your strokes, chasing the delicious friction even as his eyes bore into yours, dark with lust and adoration.

“then you’re gonna cum with me masturbating your dick like this.” you whisper into his ear, pace getting slower but putting more pressure while pressing his tip with your thumb, restraining the precum to leak. “painful, isn’t it?” you kiss his jawline. “but it’s gonna make you cum so much more.”

a broken sob escapes chris' throat as you whisper filthy promises in his ear, your words stoking the flames of his desire to new heights. the dual sensations of your slow, torturous strokes and the painful blockage of your thumb on his sensitive tip have him seeing stars, teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy and agony.

''oh my...'' he whimpers, his head thrown back against the wall as you lavish attention on his jaw. ''it hurts so fucking good... i'm almost... i'm almost...''

chris' entire body is drawn taut as a bowstring, every muscle quivering with the effort of holding back his impending release. his cock pulses and jumps in your grip, leaking steadily now as you work him with maddening precision.

''jesus fucking christ...''

chris collapses against you as his legs give out, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm, you quickly hold his body falling against yours, your frame embracing him when you both hit the ground.

“you alright?” you ask, grabbing his chin gently and forcing him to look up, his body trembling and his breath shaken.

he looks up at you with glazed, unfocused eyes, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. a thin sheen of sweat coats his skin, making it glisten in the dim light of the hallway.

''i... i didn't know...'' he begins, his voice cracking with emotion and you tilt your head with a worried expression. ''pain could actually feel that fucking good.''

one of his hands comes up to cover yours on his chin, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm. the gesture is tender, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic need still simmering in his gaze.

''thank you...'' he smiles weakly at you.

“for saving the university's team or for giving you the best orgasm of your life?” you raise a brow, holding a smirk of tease before stroking his hair. “you have a few minutes to rest, my dad is leaving the ice in forty minutes.” you look at your watch, adjusting the position to make him rest his head on your chest. ''don't get used to it.''

chris lets out a weak chuckle at your teasing remark, nuzzling into your touch as you stroke his hair. he allows you to guide him, resting his head on your chest with a contented sigh. the steady beat of your heart beneath his ear helps to calm his racing pulse.

''forty minutes...'' he murmurs, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, holding you close. ''just enough time for me to recover... and maybe for round two, if you're feeling generous.''

there's a playful lilt to his voice despite his exhaustion, a spark of mischief in his eyes as he gazes up at you. chris' fingers trace idle patterns on your back, savoring the intimate moment even as he counts down the seconds until he can have you again.

“oh, you cannot handle round two.” you pinch his cheek, chuckling. “seriously, how can a hockey player be so weak with a simple handjob?”

chris pouts playfully as you pinch his cheek, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated manner. he reaches up to capture your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth to place a soft kiss on your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

''oh, i wouldn't say i'm weak...'' he counters with a roguish grin, his tongue darting out to trace the lines of your hand. ''i'd say you're my weakness.''

he shifts slightly in your embrace, pressing closer until there's no space left between your bodies. the heat of his skin seeps through your clothes, a tantalizing reminder of what lies beneath.

''besides...'' chris adds in a low murmur, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. ''i've got plenty of stamina left.''

“control yourself.” you warn him with squinty eyes. “trust me, i had to hold a lot not to hurt you too much and this is how you turned out after just a handjob section.” you point your head to his trembling body. “this isn’t the last time, chris. just be patient.” you kiss his forehead.

chris' eyes flutter closed as you kiss his forehead, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the gentle gesture. he knows you're right - pushing himself too far too fast would only lead to discomfort later. still, the temptation to lose himself in your touch is nearly overwhelming.

''i know, i know. you're right, as always.'' he concedes, his arms tightening around you briefly before relaxing. ''i just can't control this need to be near you now that i know how good it feels when you touch me.''

he takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to center himself. when he opens his eyes again, they're clearer, more focused, though the banked heat in their depths remains.

''you're absolutely right about being patient. and I trust you completely - in this and everything else. we have all the time in the world to explore each other thoroughly.''

you smile, pecking his lips. “you’re acting emotional like usual again, that means you’re feeling better.” you get up, offering a hand to him. “let’s go.”

chris takes your offered hand, allowing you to help him to his feet. he sways slightly once upright, his legs still a bit unsteady, but he manages to keep his balance. a warm smile spreads across his face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your cheek. ''emotional, huh? busted, i guess.'' he says with a soft chuckle, chris glances towards the rink, the sounds of skates on ice and the distant whistle of a coach drifting down the hallway. he turns back to you, his expression suddenly serious. ''before we go... i just wanted to say thank you again.''

''yeah, yeah. i know. i saved the team.'' you shrug with your hands laughing. ''and gave you the best handjob of your life.'' you lift your feet to kiss his cheek. ''big day, huh? i better go now. dad will kill me if i ignore his calls one more time.'' you wink at him before going to your dad who is talking to the other hockey players about the previous events. ''dad!'' you smile, hugging him. ''is uncle john really the new president now?'' your tone is exciting, pretending to be oblivious, like you didn’t literally save his career or the city’s hockey favorite university team. like you were just daddy’s little girl.

chris watches you, a mixture of affection and longing in his eyes. he takes a moment to compose himself before following at a discreet distance, not wanting to draw undue attention to your interaction. as he approaches the group of players, chris overhears snippets of conversation about the recent changes in management. he keeps his expression neutral, but inside, he's thrilled that your intervention has paid off so spectacularly. when you greeted your father with such enthusiasm, chris has to bite back a smile. your ability to slip so easily into the role of an innocent girl that is just daddy's precious daughter is impressive, especially knowing the lengths you went to behind the scenes. chris clears his throat softly as he joins the circle, addressing your father with respect.

''sir, i hope i'm not interrupting. i just wanted to apologize for my actions back there. you're an amazing couch, and i'd never quit the team.''

your father turns to chris, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles warmly.' ''ah, chris! don't you worry, son. it's been quite the rollercoaster ride, i even thought about quitting myself as a coach, so i don't blame you for letting your frustration gets the best of ya.'' he claps chris on the shoulder, his grip firm and friendly. ''but now with john taking over as the president, i have a feeling things are only going to get better. his vision for the future of the franchise is truly inspiring.'' glancing down at you, your father's expression softens further. ''speaking of inspiring, i have to say, having my daughter here supporting the team with her brilliant strategies has meant the world to me. her cleverness is quite impressive!'' turning back to chris, he tilts his head curiously. ''don't you agree, son?''

you look at chris, holding back a smirk while walking next to your father. if he knew chris and you were the reason why things finally will get better, he’d be mad, proud, insanely happy and really... really fucking worried.

lastly, he’d actually not allow you to visit the hockey team again, including chris. he’d think chris was the brain behind everything, since he only knew the sweet and innocent side of his daughter.

chris feels his heart skip a beat at your father's question, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. he quickly composes himself, meeting your father's gaze with a carefully neutral expression. ''actually, sir, i know your daughter and i aren't exactly friends. but she's always been very supportive of the team, even more so lately.'' he pauses, choosing his next words carefully. ''so i gotta admit, her insights and ideas have been... enlightening. she seems to have a real knack for understanding the intricacies of the game and the team dynamics.'' chris glances at you briefly, a flicker of warmth in his eyes before he turns his attention back to your father. ''it wasn't just luck, after all.''

you hold a genuine smile, turning your head in a natural way. something chris could never do, but you knew your father couldn’t notice anything. he’s oblivious when it comes to undertones or emotions.

chris notices your subtle reaction and barely suppresses a smile of his own. the way you turn your head, the glimmer in your eye - these small gestures speak volumes to him, reminding him of the secret bond you share. ''things are gonna start to change from now on, sir. and i can't wait for it.'' he shifts his stance slightly, subtly angling his body towards you without drawing your father's attention. ''in fact, i was thinking... perhaps she might enjoy attending some of the upcoming strategy sessions. her fresh perspective could offer valuable insights. of course, only if you think it appropriate, sir.''

''who do you think helps him with the team strategies before the sessions?'' you look at chris for the first time since your father arrived, winking at him. ''i don’t plan on being a part of it, though. got something else in mind.'' you tell him shrugging while fastening steps. ''anyways, i have stuff to do. text me when you get home, dad.'' you kiss your father’s cheek. ''later, chris.'' you smile at him, a tone of mischief and undertone before leaving completely.

chris watches you stride away, a mix of admiration and anticipation swirling in his chest. your wink and the suggestive lilt in your voice send a thrill through him, hinting at the tantalizing plans brewing in that clever mind of yours. he turns back to your father, clearing his throat to cover the effect your departure has had on him. ''well, sir, i should probably get going too. umm... you know... lots to do to prepare for the upcoming games.'' chris extends his hand to shake your father's, his grip firm and professional despite the electricity still crackling beneath his skin from your brief exchange. ''thank you again for your time and for leading this team with such skill and dedication. we're lucky to have you.''

as chris makes his way out of the rink, his mind is consumed with thoughts of you. the memory of your touch, your scent, the promise in your eyes - it's almost overwhelming.

a week later, he knows he shouldn't, pursuing this forbidden attraction could jeopardize both your lives, but he can't seem to help himself. unable to resist, chris pulls out his phone and types out a message to you while sitting on the bench of the lockeroom, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and nerves. 

''hey, i know i shouldn't but... i can't stop thinking about what happened. about us. meet me at the rink exit hallway in an hour? i need to see you, to talk. please.''

you glance at the messages popping on the screen of your phone but you flip it to the table, focused on the laptop in front you. another can of energy drink is crashed and throwed at the trash.

''interesting…'' you murmur, reading the article on the screen. ''the daughter of the previous and polemic president of the most famous university of the city, is moving with the motive of cleaning up her father’s name in the sport and educational business.'' you read out loud. ''the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right?'' you begin to type down your codes, getting every bit of hidden information of the girl. ''sarah stephenson, 20 years old, charged with bullying accusations and poor behavior in high school, countless DUIs.'' you scoff, leaning against your chair. ''oh, that's gonna be fun...'' you tilt your head to the figure sitting on your bed with eyes fixed on their screen right behind you. ''right, matt?''

he just rolls his eyes at you, shrugging. ''whatever, let's just drag this bitch down just like we did to her daddy.''

[theoutcastwrites]

Make You Mine - Childe x Reader

Almost 4 years ago I started obsessing over Liyue Qixing Secretary!Reader x Childe and never did anything about it. Now the dynamic is stuck in my head, 4 years later, and I'm ready to write miniscule drabbles about them, coated in longing and yearning and the like. Hooray

The soft, silver glow of the moon seeped through the open windows, illuminating scarred skin and hair as golden as cor lapis itself. Childe lay with his back facing you, sound asleep, ignorant of the countless thoughts that swirled in your mind. The unwillingness to say goodbye; the sheer desperation to keep him in your field of view; the fear of being exposed, once and for all.

If these thoughts raced in his head during the day as they did in yours, then he did a better job of not showing it than you ever could.

You shifted behind him. His tanned skin, littered in scars and freckles alike, was more than just a sight you wished to remember; you wanted to memorize the placement of every little blemish, every freckle, so that you could recognize them by touch alone. How many battles had he seen to acquire this many scars? How many of them were near-deadly for his skin to become so marred? How did he remain so gentle, with all the bloodshed he had witnessed at such a young age?

You figured you should simply ask him next time. Childe would happily tell you - though he might gloss over the more gruesome details to save himself from the pity you would no doubt offer - but he would tell you nevertheless.

Biting your lip nervously, you reached out a careful hand to trace his shoulder blades. He didn't react to that - still sleeping, you thought, and took it as a sign to continue. With a featherlight touch, your fingers trailed his broad shoulder, his bicep (you fought the urge to squeeze the muscle there, appealing as it was).

Childe was unfairly beautiful at his barest. Every man in Teyvat should envy him and strive to have half the charm he had; but maybe they shouldn't bother trying. Who could ever hope to compare if not the gods themselves?

Your fingers stopped at the back of his neck, where they were tickled by unruly ginger hair. You had half the mind to kiss him there but there was no point in waking him. Childe had to leave early, anyhow.

Rex Lapis must not approve of your relationship; because Childe had to leave for Inazuma on your only day off work and, to make matters crueler, you couldn't even walk him to the docks. Under better circumstances, you would have kissed him right by his ship until he could speak nothing but your name. Under better circumstances, he would have held you tight, regardless if there were people around to see, and you would have happily returned his embrace. Until such a day came, you would have to do with fervent touches at illicit meetings.

"I'll bring you gifts," he'd said hours earlier, "whatever you want. Name it, and it's yours."

"What if I only want you?"

He laughed, as though you hadn't bared your soul to him in that confession,"but I'm already yours."

"Then keep being mine. No matter where you go, just come back being mine."

Childe smiled wide, with cheeks dusted red and eyes crinkled around the corners. A kiss, and then:

"You say it as if it's not the easiest thing in the world."

Come morning, he would vanish without a trace, leaving naught but a cold bed in his wake. His sweet words, surely half-forgotten by Childe himself, remained in your head like a painful reminder of what you could never fully have.

[restlessmage]

•Silly and not so silly Final Fantasy 7 head canons•

(Request still open. Use the post pinned to my page to request.)

•I was about to go to sleep when suddenly I had the desperate urge to write. WARNING! Last one is suggestive•

-Zack totally had licked a frozen metal pole before. Instead of being embarrassed by it, he told the other SOLDIERS all about it as if it were an accomplishment. “Yeah! I totally licked the pole!”

-Cloud grew his hair when he was a kid because he wanted to keep the memories he had of Tifa. A bully cut his ponytail off. Once Tifa heard about it, she beat the bully up.

-Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal scored free tickets to a movie from a fellow SOLDIER. Little did they know that the movie contained multiple nsfw scenes. This cause Angeal to almost walk out. The only reason that he stayed was because Genesis told him that he would make the guy who gave them the tickets feel bad. Sephiroth, on the other hand, mentally took notes on the scenes and uses what he learned. ;)

(That’s all for today. I really should be sleeping.)

[haru-chi]

(I don't read their manga so all I'm gonna say is purely my theories and assumptions or maybe wishful thinking on my part to suit my taste, so I'd be really grateful if manga readers don't spoil anything for me be it I hit the nail or not)

in this anime the story really starts from Himmel's death and the impact his death left on Frieren more than she actually thought resulting in her being left with deep regret. His death left no impression on me at first tbh. I mean we don't know anything about him enough to care, Heiter's death was more impactful at least to me ...

but then the more I watch the more I realize the core of this story as much as it's Frieren's journey to understand human's emotions so not to repeat the same mistake twice as much as it's about getting to know Himmel's with her so it's gonna be the death that breaks you down later on kind of way.

I thought it was cleaver that we were put in the same boat as her, we actually know nothing about him like her, so through this journey we're also gonna get to know the "real" Himmel with her.

the more she'll learn about human's emotions the more she'll understand alot of things she might've brash it away cuz she either never pay attention or don't get the real meaning of his words/actions like the fact that he actually LOVED her :)

something else that got me thinking is this ..

at the end of his funeral, she was left staring to this ring for a while ... so LISTEN TO ME .. what if this ring here is a gift from him to her ...

what if it was from the time he confesses his love to her or even worse he proposed to her but she either didn't get what he actually meant or declined or something between those lines aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa STOP ME FROM DIGGING DEEPER OMG

so, through this journey she'll learn the true meaning of those words and feelings the more she learns about human's emotions .. and the worse part what if she realized she was in love with him too by the end of the story but never understand her own feelings ????

she said she's gathering new magics cuz he was praising her whenever she learned something new, also the ghost she saw was Himmel's ghost not her teacher as she was expecting so that proves she actually care about him more than she herself realize ><

this gonna be very tragic, yet I wants this to be the core of the story since I'm just weak for those kinds of stories AND I'M ALREADY CRYING EVEN THOUGH I DON'T KNOW IF I'M RIGHT OR NOT YET I GET EMOTIONAL SEEING THEM TOGETHER YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND !!!!

I don't know how and why my mind decided to go wild with those ideas that now I see the anime and its story differently than what I signed up for at first ... WHY AM I IN LOVE WITH A DEAD MAN YET AGAIN !!!!! I THOUGHT I SURIVIVED WHEN HE DEAD BEFORE I DEVOLOP ANY EMOTIONS FOR HIM YET HERE I AM IN THIS HELL BECAUSE OF HIM AND FRIEREN !!!!! T^T

Did I hit the nail ?? did I ?? please say I did so that I can be happy this shaping up to be my kind of tragic story .. but then I don't wanna know or hear any spoilers ... I'm tempted to jump to the manga to see if I'm right or not but I must resist till the anime end at least ><

[thedeadthree]

🌸💕

I FEEL OKAY !!!!!!!!! I FEEL FINE ! REALLY!!!!!! THE HUG SCENE HAD NO EFFECT ON ME IM NOT CRYING!

[gentlethorns]

I MISS WHEN I WAS WRITING MY NOVEL. now i'm in the boring part where i'm just doing nothing and waiting for feedback on it

[toothfa-1-ry]

YOU STILL LIKE IT THOUGH

GENRE: Fluff, crack fic ish?

PAIRING: Choi su-bong/thanos x preg!fem!reader

FEAT: Nam gyu as the supportive bestie (that he never rlly was)

A/N: this fic i based of a request from anon !! Tbh i changed ALOT of the request (haha- sorry 😞) because I felt like it was a little repetitive and idk i just can't write rlly emotional scenes with Thanos for some reason (??) ALSO I feel like there are parts where Thanos seems ooc? Idk.. i wrote this instead of studying in the span of 30 mins

"Whoo!" You hear Thanos shout on the top of his voice while he high fives nam gyu as they both jump up and down as if they were children in elementary school after winning a play ground game

You manage your groan, suppressing it while you stare at them from afar, of course that crazy fucker managed to pass through the first game.

You hated to admit it, but a part of you was relieved,

You always had a thing for psycho guys, and your ex boyfriend? The one with the brightly dyed hair who was now doing some weird dance seemed to proudly embody every part of that sentiment.

You carefully watch from afar, not wanting to catch his eyes, your hand unknowingly lay over your stomach while you move uncomfortably in the bunk bed

Fuck, your feeling dizzy all over again

You hear a thud against your bed post, you look up slowly, your eyes slightly squinting to see the purple haired boy with a usual frown on his face

"Hey" his eyebrows raise "are you okay"

"I thought I told you to get lost earlier"

Your mood swings weren't really helping either

"Geez woman" thanos tchs but sits beside you in your bed anyways "im just trying to help" grumbling under his breath but the cautious expression in his face saied otherwise

"I came here to brag about how amazing i usually am but seeing you like this is just killing the vibe yknow"

he makes a hand gesture in the air, leaning face closer in an attempt to make you smile which does not go wasted as the smile you tried to supress escaped your face

"Fuck off you loser" your still kneeling, your hands over your knees and your face hiding behind your knees but he hears the smile in your voice anyways.

He wouldn't want to admit it, but he was relieved

He always had a thing for girls with pretty voices and you? The girl right next to him had to have one of the prettiest voices he had ever heard. Ofcourse who would better know than a rapper like himself?

"I thought I told you to stick close to me, instead you leech to that crazy old man" thanos says as he points towards gi hun who sat far away in the opposite side

You immediately slap his hand, causing him to wince while retracing it back, rubbing it softly

"How many times will I tell you! You shouldn't point your hands at strangers especially to people who are older" you scold him rather loudly causing him to wince even more

"Agh" thanos ruffles his neon hair while complaining "why don't you shout louder so that everyone will hear and laugh at me?"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes upon his childish manners, he really didn't change

Thanos suddenly bangs the top of the bunk with a loud sound, taking you by shock

"Oi" his voice loud and almost threatening "nam gyu" calling out the man above the bed

Immediately your taken by shock once more when a man's head pops upside down, with black oily hair falling all over his face from above the bed

"Yes Thanos?" Nam gyu quickly inquired while sparing you a quick glance which didn't go unnoticed by the scowling man next to you

"Did you hear her telling me off?" He points at nam gyu before quickly adding "careful, there's only one correct answer"

Nam gyu pauses and thinks which seems to be the wrong thing to do as it just annoys Thanos

"Whats wrong with you, tell me quickly!"

"N-no! Not at all! Infact nobody heard anything!" Nam gyu quickly says, obviously lying but this seemed to please Thanos who now held a haughty face

Wow, this is was supposedly the father of your unborn child. Shame you and your taste in weird guys

Before Thanos could open his mouth to say something, a group of pink guards enter the room with large containers

Straight away you freeze up, shrinking behind the bed while your heart hammered, fear spread across your face

Noticing your expression on your face, instinctively Thanos covers you with his back, shielding you with his arms which covered your sides while his expression, though you could not see was filled with wariness

The pink guards open the large containers they were carrying as everyone watched quietly, scared as they were unsure of what to expect, you included

The pink guard with the white circle lifts up a piece of bread and milk "lunch time" announcing in the same robotic voice like all the other guards

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as your shoulders relax, unlike you Thanos still shields you, covering your face with his back

You hit him with a thud on the back of his head

"What the hell man" thanos turns around, his eyes glaring at you

"Stop trying to act like a hero you shameless prick" you frown even though his actions did leave you with a warm feeling in your heart

"Your acting so protective after all the stunt you pulled before we broke up" you continue "seeing you act all so protective is just pissing me off even more"

Thanos throws his head back, groaning "give me a break woman. You know I was going through a hard time"

"Bullshit" your fold your arms, as if it was act to protect yourself, and the unborn baby in your stomach.

The poor thing was only 2 months old

The both of you hear nam gyu cough from above the bed, forgetting that he was there in the first place

Again Thanos bangs the top of the bunk, causing you to give him a look

"Stop doing that" you scold him

"doing what?" Thanos raises his eyebrow before banging the top of the bunk again while sticking his tongue at you

Nam gyu pops back down again, upside down, the sight would have been hilarious only if you weren't experiencing the pain in your stomach and the sight of the man sitting beside you

"Go get lunch for me and my girl" thanos tilts his head towards you while avoiding your eyecontact while you tell yourself not to think about the fact that he still referred to you as 'his girl'

"go fast what are you still doing here" thanks reprimanded nam gyu

Nam gyu awkwardly stood unsure of what to say "but it's just one bread and one milk per person"

"Then give her yours" thanos said simply "and go steal someone's lunch for me"

"Then what about for me?" Nam gyu asked dumbfounded which caused Thanos to pause and think for a while

"That's not my fucking problem man- now go" he pushes him away, leaving you with a heavy sigh

"I don't want to eat"

"Don't talk bullshit" thanos eyes you "you think i'm gonna let you starve? I never did, and i wont be starting now"

Again with the whole protective boyfriend act, fuck, why did it make your heart race a little?

"Your still such an asshole, you didnt change a bit" you huffed as you leaned behind, resting your back against the wall

"Well you changed" thanos says which quirks your curiosity

"How so?'

"I don't know" he shrugs "something is different. Something happened, i can't exactly ppint my fi ger at it though"

Your eyes dart away from his while your breathing started to fasten slightly

"Oh yea? How so?" You ask, your voice slightly higher than it was which Thanos picks up immediately

"Ohoho" he grins "did I get it right? Did you get something done?" He glances you up and down which leads you to hitting him

"Ow- i was just joking, you still take everything so seriously" he grumbled holding your hand from hitting him "I wish that part had changed'

Your other hand comes swinging which he again grabs softly

"jokingg" he says in a sing song voice before letting both your arms go leaving you with a scowl and him with a satisfied smirk in his face

"Asshole" you mutter which stretches his smirk even more

"You still like it though"

You almost swear you heard a hint of vulnerability in his tone, prompting you to glance at him quickly just to catch him already looking at you

"So? Aren't you gonna ask me what has changed?" You ask slowly, in your head trying to process whether your doing the right thing or not,

You first found out you were pregnant with your baby right after you and Thanos broke up.

The following days, whenever you went to pay him a visit, he was always missing, causing you to believe maybe it was better for him not to know. And then you suddenly meet him for the first time after your breakup during the squid games

The timing was almost comical

"Why?" Thanos continued still with an amused face "you still seem the same on the inside"

Your hand immediately goes to your stomach, slowly tracing along it from above the green track jacket which everyone wore

"Don't tell me your sick or something" thanos asks with his voice slightly raised as he notices your action "fuck are you?"

His eyes slightly widens as he frowns "hey" he snaps his finger upon your zoning out "are you sick?"

"Hm?" You ask confused

"What the fuck" he swears under his breath with a anxious expression on his face while his hand runs through his finger "is that why your here? To win some money for your treatment?"

"Su Bong its not like that-" All your attempts of correcting him seemed to be futile as he sweared loudly, getting out of the bed

"Shit shit shit!" He grabs his head while he paced around the floor, a sight you had seen a few times over the span of your relationship

"ofcourse that's why your here, you would only be here for a sensible reason"

"Oh, su bong" you attempt to appeal to him, reaching your hand out, pulling his closer towards you while he hands were still over his head, eyes lowered

"Fuck baby I'm so sorry" he breathed out "shit i never should have left, i thought" he paused "I thought I'd win some money and get you back, give you the life you really deserve but"

You watch his dazed expression while he rambled, you bit you underlip, hesitant of whether to tell him the truth still

"Fuck, i didn't even know that, i didn't even know you were sick-"

Before he could continue again you grab his face , forcing him to look at your face

"I'm not sick, that's not why im here"

Thanos breathed heavily, everything felt so real suddenly, he felt his cross necklace strapped around his neck, his fingers itching to pop a pill in his mouth to sooth his nerves

"I'm not sick" you shake your head as you lean your forehead against his "su-bong"

You can still feel his strained breaths and darting eyes

"I'm pregnant"

And it all stopped,

You held your breath, afraid of what would happen if you let go, your could heart your heartbeat from your ears, feel the realisation setting inside thanos,

You were scared. Scared of how he would react

He breaks away first, slowly and gently. Staring at you with no expression in his face,

"And it's yours" you rapidly feel the need to add, taken back by his silence which didn't not suit him "and i know having a kid was never in your plan, and i know things are over between us but-"

Your body is wrapped by his arms and his face nestles in your neck, pulling your deeper in his embrace

"Holy shit" thanos whispers in your ear, you can hear the giddiness radiating off his voice "im a dad"

"Yea you are" you laugh a little as you say "your a dad"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I never got the chance to"

Thanos furrows his eyebrows but doesn't press any more "will you let me be our baby's dad?" He ask

"You know I grew up without a dad, this kid doesn't deserve that" he pokes your stomach with a soft grin which looked slightly odd against his eccentric features "I wanna be in this kids life"

You nodd softly, hearing his words

"And yours too" thanos looks up to you, grinning while he winked at you "senorita"

"You corny bastard" you laugh shaking your head

"You still like it though"

You nodd your head, with tenderness in your eyes and voice

"I do"

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"Thanos!" Nam gyu came running with 3 pieces of sweet bread and 3 packets of milk "I got it! Do you know how much trouble i went to get all these-"

"Give it here " thanos grabbed all the bread and milk away "why did you take so long anyways"

Nam gyu held his hands as he pouted "I mean- i had to fight like 2 guys for bread and milk for us-"

Thanos brushed him off as he opened all the packets of bread and poked in the straw of all the milk packets

"Uhm thanos" nam gyu apprehensively called out "What are you doing?"

Thanos hands you all the bread and urges you to eat while he holds the packets of milk in his hand, ready to feed you

Thanos gestures towards you who was sitting in the bed, now wrapped in not only your jacket but his aswell "can't you see the lady is pregnant"

Nam gyu scratched his head "pregnant? With who?"

Thanos shakes his head, exaggerating his actions "dumb ass, she's pregnant with my baby ofcourse" he announced like it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Holy shit!" Nam gyu gaped his hand covering his mouth as he stares at you while you sheepishly smile at him

Thanos let out a small laugh which then slowly grew louder

"What? Why are you surprised? Ofcourse i succeeded in my first try- fuck" he kneels down in pain after being striked by you in the stomach

Nam gyu pulls a face in behalf of Thanos as he pats his back sympathetically while he whispers to you

"Don't worry. I know it probably wasnt his first try or anything- ow" nam gyu kneels on the ground after being hit in the stomach by thanos

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"What... what are you guys doing?" You question as you approach Thanos and nam gyu who were huddled up in a corner, in a long rather quiet conversation which seemed like an unusual activity for both of them to part take in

Both in the 'discussion' and 'quiet' part

Thanos loops his arm around your with a proud smirk on his face while urging nam gyu to announce what they were discussing

Nam gyu nodds eagerly as gets up in his two feet quickly, standing straight and tall with a loud and confident voice "we have decided the perfect name for the baby !!"

You see thanos's broad smile and nam gyu's confident voice, uneasiness settling in your stomach for whatever name they picked out

"These is the name that Thanos and i have personally given a lot of thought for and chosen after much contemplation !!"

Thanos nodded his head with a content expression while he winked at you, assuring that you'll like it

"Ahem" nam gyu clears his throat "before I announce the name that we have chosen, i would like to give recognition to the name we almost chose aswell !!"

Thanos immediately began clapping his hand loudly "waaah, I never knew you could speak so well "

This comment made nam gyu's chest fill swell with pride as he puffs out his chest a little

"I shall now, announce the first runners up, the name that almost was given to the new born baby"

nam gyu pauses which prompts Thanos to make the sound of drum rolls

"Nebula" nam gyu announces as he and thanos clap loudly.

Seeing your still figure both men urge you to claps aswell

"Nebula?" You mutter under your breath "where have i heard that name before?"

"And now, the name that has been selected over numerous selection test and discussion, the name of the baby is" nam gyu points at your stomach

"Gamora"

Thanos whoops loudly, both nam gyu and him clapping their hands in the air while you stand off handedly as it hits you

"Your naming our child after the daughter of the purple alien monster from a superhero movie?!"

[elliewithcellie]

Girl, Interrupted

summary: Eddie crashes by your home when you least expected, but everything happens for a reason, right?

wc: 1.8k

cw: PURE SMUT (MDNI 18+), basically no plot, friends to fwb?, oral (f receiving), Eddie is a tease, fairly bold reader lol, fingering, talk of p in v sex, hair pulling, orgasms idk let me know what else

a/n: my bestie bought me slutty pajamas for my birthday, and since I'm a hypothetical whore, this has been on my mind nonstop. Finally took a break from my spn series to write this down. This is the filthiest thing I've written to date but definitely short and sweet

Eddie’s jaw fell slack as the door opened before him. He knew he shouldn’t have shown up to your place uninvited. Sure, you were his best friend, and of course, you had said he could come over whenever, but that never truly meant unannounced. He was already kicking himself for showing up as late as he did when you opened the door.

Your oh so short pajama shorts were the first thing that caught his eye, how your thighs spilled out beneath them, the cotton begging for relief. His eyes trailed higher to your tank top one size too small. The hem rested just above your midriff, the outline of your hips more prominent than he had ever seen. Your face was flush, pinks and reds lining your cheeks. He fought the urge to pinch himself, scared that he was dreaming, scared that he’d wake up to the absence of you and very real feelings emerging.

“Eddie? What are you doing here?” you asked, your arms crossing over your chest. “I thought you had a date.”

Date, what date? Eddie’s mind was going numb. His brain was flatlining at the mere sight of you, more exposed to him than he’d ever seen you. Fight or flight kicked in, debating on whether to say something or just turn around and leave. He was almost sure he was not supposed to see you in this state.

“I—uhh—it didn’t go well, so I cut it short. But I know you love the place, so I figured I’d bring over the leftovers.”

“Oh, sweet. Thank you.”

Eddie hesitated, scared to ask, but his interest piqued. “Is someone—you’re alone right now, right?”

Your eyebrows pinched together. You exhaled a dry laugh. “Please, I’m always alone. Come in. Tell me about your date.”

You ushered Eddie inside and settled into your couch. You pulled a blanket over you, and Eddie released a sigh. He couldn’t believe the hold you suddenly had on him. It was like he was in high school again, ready to combust at the sight of a shoulder. At least with your legs covered, he was less inclined to think about spreading them.

“Was it really that bad?” you asked, drawing Eddie from his thoughts.

“She was just so boring,” Eddie complained. “Like, there’s nothing wrong with her, but it was like we were from different planets! She didn’t know Metallica! How am I supposed to bond with someone when there’s nothing to relate to?”

“Did you think of showing her?”

“Showing her what?”

“Metallica!” you laughed. “Wouldn’t that be kind of romantic, you know, to introduce that to her? Maybe tell her you’re in a band? It’d be like showing her a whole new world. And maybe you’d get a groupie out of it.”

Eddie swatted at the air. “It’s not worth it. We were both bored. And it was clear she wasn’t looking to rock with a guitarist.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that.”

“You didn’t meet her. She’s pristine, a Chrissy Cunningham type. Meant to be with a lawyer or some shit.”

You leaned in closer to Eddie, your blanket sliding down your thighs. “Those are the girls who fantasize about guys like you the most. Those girls on the straight and narrow, the ones who seemed destined to be sweet stay-at-home moms or perfect career women, those are the ones who dream of just one night doing something they never thought they could. Something so wild that when they’re taking their kids to soccer practice, or their ‘perfect husband’ is asleep on the recliner while they're doing the dishes, they can think back to that wild night when they fucked a rockstar.”

Eddie’s lip trembled as chills coursed through his body. You leaned back against the couch and shrugged like what you said was nothing. You had to be on something, he decided. Never had you been so frank when the topic of sex came up. Your face was still flushed with color, and you couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position on the couch, shifting yourself from one side to the other to no specific rhythm. Heat radiated off of you, though you weren’t known to be the furnace between the two of you. Something struck Eddie as so foreign but so familiar as he took you in.

“Would you fuck a rockstar?” Eddie found himself saying.

Heat rose to your cheeks. “Do I seem like one of those straight-and-narrow girls to you?”

“That’s not what I asked,” Eddie said, a newfound confidence overtaking him. “You came up with that way too fast to act like you don’t think of it, too. So, would you fuck a rockstar?”

You bit your lip and shifted in your seat. You huffed into the couch. “Wouldn’t anyone?”

“Why so shy all of a sudden?” Eddie asked, egging you on. “You’ve been squirming since I got here, sweetheart. Is something on your mind?”

Your eyes trailed from his eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes. “Tonight is not the night to ask me that.”

“Why is that?” Eddie chuckled. “Were you in the middle of something? Was something left unfinished when I so rudely interrupted? And now all you can think about is the ache between your legs?”

You shuddered at his words. “Eddie,” you said, your voice shaking.

“I could help you.” Eddie leaned closer, his words almost a whisper. “Because I may not be a rockstar, but I’m sure I could give you the night of your life.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “Don’t tease me. It’s not funny.”

“No one’s laughing.” Eddie pulled the blanket back, his hands resting on your thighs. Your legs slightly opened on instinct. “What kind of friend would I be, huh? If I didn’t at least offer?”

Eddie didn’t know where this bravado came from, but he didn’t care. All he knew was the longer you looked at him like that, the harder he got.

You grabbed him by his shirt and forced his lips on yours. Nothing soft or sweet came from your lips. You were needy and desperate, clinging to him like he was the air in your lungs.

The urgency shocked Eddie, but he quickly found your rhythm. He smirked against your lips as he pulled his jacket off. His hands snaked from your thighs to your hips to your ass, lifting you onto his lap. You groaned into his mouth as he rolled you against him.

He was sure he was dreaming now. Only there did he ever picture you above him, grinding your hips into his. Only there did he imagine you moaning from his touch. But never were his dreams this vivid, this real, this fucking good.

He pulled you from him and pushed you back onto the couch. You whined at the loss of contact. He’d never seen your eyes so dark, so lustful, so hungry for him.

He slid down to the floor onto his knees and pulled you to the edge of the couch. “You still want my help, sweetheart?”

You nodded emphatically.

“I need to hear you, baby. Say it.”

“Please help me, Eddie. I need you. Please.”

“Atta girl.”

You lifted yourself up as Eddie pulled your shorts down your legs. Eddie’s cock jumped at the sight of you. He bit his lip to maintain what little composure he had left.

“Aww, your poor little pussy’s just as needy as you, isn’t she?” He spread your knees apart, the cold metal on his fingers sending chills up your spine. The throbbing between your legs only intensified, a small whimper escaping your lips.

Eddie couldn’t wait any longer. There was no time for teasing, no time to explore. You needed him, and he was going to deliver.

He dove into your aching pussy like a man starved. You jumped at the contact, your hands flying to his hair. His tongue worked overtime, kitten-licking your clit before diving in for more.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he said, smiling against you. You moaned in response, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him closer.

Your sounds turned him on even more, searching for his own release as he rubbed himself against the couch. His mind was in a daze, in utter disbelief that anyone could look so perfect for him with your legs spread and your back arched. Your chest rose and fell to the rhythm of his tongue, and your lips formed a perfect ‘o’. Oh, how Eddie wanted to feel your lips around his cock. How you’d sink down on him, your perfect innocent mouth being completely sinful just for him.

He placed a finger at your entrance and pumped in and out, his thumb now circling your clit. Your head fell back. “God, yes, Eddie. Just like that.”

“I need you to do something for me, baby,” Eddie said as he added a second finger.

“Wha—what’s that?” you asked, breathless.

“I need you to tell me what you think of when you get off. Tell me what you were thinking of before I showed up at your door.”

“I—I oh god,” you shouted as Eddie’s lips found your clit. “I—I thought about you on your fucking date.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie groaned into your pussy, the vibrations shooting up your spine.

“I pictured you fucking her from behind, her skirt hiked up to her hips, her panties to the side as you fucked her in front of the bathroom mirror.”

“Fucking C—Christ,” Eddie stuttered, his hips rutting into the couch faster. “Keep going.”

“Then it was me you were fucking. You grabbed me by the hair, so I could watch what you were doing to me,” you said, your voice shaking with every word. “Eddie, please. I’m close. Please.”

“Come on, baby. You can do it. Tell me what I was doing to you.” He was past dreaming at this point. He was sure this was heaven. Hearing your words had him reeling. He didn’t want to stop, didn't know how to stop. He just knew he needed to see you come.

Your lip trembled. “Your hands were all over me, playing with my tits, your lips on my neck, and—and your big cock pounding into me over and oh-ver and—and Fuck! Eddie, don’t stop! Please, please, please!”

Your orgasm crashed down on you, expletives and Eddie’s name on your lips. Eddie continued to pump his fingers in and out of you like a madman as he lapped up your cum.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” he moaned against you.

You pushed his head off of you and caught your breath. Eddie took a breath, too, leaning back against his heels. You pulled him back up to you and kissed him, tasting yourself on your lips.

“That… was so hot,” Eddie said, releasing a breath.

“Can it be my turn to help you?” you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Eddie’s cheeks rouged slightly, his eyes trailing to the growing wet spot on his jeans. “I had a turn already,” he said, guilt painting his words. He leaned in toward you, a devilish smirk joining his features. “But I’m not done with you. Not yet.”

[that-sarcastic-writer]

A Touch of Madness

Logan Howlett X girlfriend!reader

Summary: Logan comes to you after being away, and all he wants is your touch, and he knows just how to get on your good side. This is just porn without plot.

Takes place in the same universe as Too Sweet but can be read as standalone

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, couch sex, soft rough sex, Logan talks you through it, the claws make an appearance (I have a thing for his claws okay), Logan is obsessed with his girl, fluffy relationship, established relationship

WC: 3.9k

A/N: how did I make this longer than too sweet when it was supposed to be a Drabble. Hello idk how to write short shit. But like hello yall are so awesome? I appreciate all the love yall have given my first Logan fic. I also have an older Logan fic in the works but that one has plot so it’ll be a minute before its out. For now here this <3

He couldn’t take it anymore. You were driving him mad. It’s not like he deserved your anger. Not fully anyway. It wasn’t his fault he was gone this long. He had been thinking about you all week, about your soft lips, about the warmth of your thighs, about your sweet moans only for his ears to hear. And all he wanted was to pull you into his arms and take you, over and over, until you begged him to stop. 

But no. 

You were being childish. That’s what he called it anyway. 

“Sweet girl,” he called after you, like a puppy following close behind you as you strided around your apartment. He knew you were doing it on purpose, the excuse of having to do chores so you could elongate his torture. The way you so innocently looked back at him made him clench his jaw. “C’mon.” 

“Don’t sweet girl me, Logan. I told you, I’m busy.” You sassed him, huffing as you kept walking, finding the most insignificant of chores to waste your time with. He rolled his eyes at you, eyebrows furrowed into this perpetual gaze of annoyance. 

The truth was, you were aching for him, your thighs warm and your skin tingling solely at the thought of him taking you to do as he pleased. But, if there was something in this world you could be, it was petty. And if you had to suffer a whole week without him, he could suffer for an hour, even if it was also at your expense. Truly, you almost enjoyed the annoyance in his face, the sharpness in his voice, him damn near groaning behind you every time you evaded him under the excuse of needing to get some dumb chore done. 

“You’re killin’ me here, sugar.” He actually groaned this time, his jaw set. You stopped in your tracks and turned your head to look at him, shooting him a pointed look. “I said I was sorry.”

“Serves you right. And I don’t care if you’re sorry. You haven’t called me in a week.” Your words were sharp with bitterness and it dawned on him. That was why you were upset. A slight bit of humor tugged at the corner of his lips and he breathed out a laugh. You stared at him with blank eyes, you weren’t laughing. 

“C’mon, is that seriously why you’re upset? You know I was out of the state.” He tried to reason with you. Charles had entrusted him and Storm with finding a certain mutant that was causing havoc, three states over. And Logan had very much underestimated how long this would take them. So here he was, after a whole week away, damn near begging you to let him touch you. “It wasn’t like I wanted to go anyway.”

No, he would much rather be with his sweet girl, one that was being particularly difficult and making him suffer when all he wanted to do was hold you, to feel the warmth of your soft skin. 

He stepped into your personal space, his intoxicating scent almost making you give in. You counted to five in your head, eyes closed to remind yourself that you were, indeed, angry at him. 

“So? You got a phone, don’t you? You could’ve called me.” You huffed, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a small pout, Logan had to hold back the urge to laugh at you. “You can’t disappear for a week and expect to come here and do as you please.” 

You shot him a sharp glare, he just stared at you, eyebrows raised in surprise at your sudden shot of confidence. His sweet girl was talking back to him? Giving him attitude? He tilted his head at you, almost as if to dare you to walk away from him.  

There was a bit of malice in your eyes as you gave him one last look before you walked away, thinking of what other useless chore you could add to continue his torture. But Logan had other thoughts in his head. If you weren’t going to behave, he would happily put you in your place. 

“Hey, c’mere or I’m gonna bring you here myself.” He called after you, the strings of his sanity hanging on by a thread, just waiting for you to tug at the last strand. He knew you too well. You turned your head, eyes big in feign innocence and you tilted your head at him in defiance. 

“Make me then.” The words left your mouth before you could think them through. In hindsight you should have known better, but you also wanted to see just what could happen if you pushed him hard enough. You saw the way his eyes flashed with malice, he stared you down, and in that moment you remembered just how small you were compared to him. “Oh fuck.” 

Your heart pounded in your chest as adrenaline rushed through you, but it wasn’t like you could go outrun him, especially not in your tiny apartment. He caught you, though he did purposely chase you into your living room, simply because he wanted to get you going, pumped with adrenaline. You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you against his chest. His sharp canines nipped at that one spot on your neck that had you whimpering. 

“You goin’ somewhere, sugar?” He husked, his lips hot on your cheek. You couldn’t help but sigh in contentment, eyes closed. God, you missed him. 

“Mhm, still mad at you.” You mumbled, barely hanging on to your silly grudge. A chuckle rumbled in Logan’s chest. 

“That’s alright. I don’t need you to be happy with me to do what I want to do.” He inhaled, breathing your sweet scent, and he spoke as he threw you over his shoulder. “Just need you to look pretty while I do it.” 

You weren’t complaining about your position, you were in fact, bursting into giggles as he effortlessly carried you to the couch, though your giggles turned into another squeal when he smacked his hand flat against your ass. Logan had a grin on his lips as he tossed you on the couch, wasting no time in spreading your legs apart to settle between them.

He leaned down, gripping the armrest above your head, caging you in as he leaned down. He brushed his nose against yours, sighing softly.

“Don’t be such a brat. Kiss me.” The words rumbled in his chest with a groan, his primal needs overcoming his senses. He didn’t have to tell you twice. You laced your fingers in his hair, pulling into a hard and heated kiss.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth as he shrugged off his flannel, tossing it somewhere on the floor, his belt soon following the same fate. You tried to sit up against the armrest, but you quickly realized Logan had other plans deep in his perverted mind. With a hold of your ankle he dragged you down on the couch, your back flat on the surface as you looked up at him with big eyes.

“Stay just like that, pretty.” He spoke, pressing another heated kiss to your mouth before tugging off your sweatpants, followed by your panties. He tossed them somewhere over his shoulder, somewhere you would have to run around searching for later. But you couldn’t give a fuck about that. All you could focus on was the heat forming between your legs as Logan settled between them.

His eyes met with yours one last time before he was diving in between your warm thighs. His tongue licked long stripes from your hole up to your clit, circling around the sensitive nerve before going back down. Over and over until your soft gasps and sighs of pleasure turned into moans. His large hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open to do as he pleased. One leg hung over the back of the couch and the other was thrown over his shoulder, and he effortlessly held you down as he shoved his tongue into your cunt. He was like an animal, insatiable as he took you on his tongue.

“Oh fuck. Shit—Logan—” Your eyes rolled back, lips parted as you whined. You gripped the back of the couch, soft twitches taking over you each time his nose brushed your clit.

It was no secret that Logan found pleasure in giving you yours, and he ate you like it. Grunts and hums rumbled in his chest as his tongue found your clit again, and he reveled in the particularly high pitched cry you let out when he slipped two fingers into your wet core. 

“Needed to taste you so fuckin’ bad. I thought about it all week.” He spat into your clit, groaning at the way your tight walls squeezed his fingers. He could only imagine what you would do when it was his cock stretching your walls. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted, fingers lacing in his hair as he lapped at your clit. You wished you could hold your pleasure, rivet in it for just a little bit longer, but the way he curled his fingers against your most sensitive spot, the way his tongue was so relentless on your swollen clit, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh my—”

Your words never left your throat, chest pounding with sheer adrenaline as your release coated his face and fingers. It was sudden, it left you breathless as your thighs twitched with aftershock. Your eyes were wide and glossy in shock as you shuddered with the remnants of your orgasm. It wasn’t until you pathetically attempted to drag yourself away that Logan stopped. You were shaking, gasping softly when he pulled his fingers from you, but you all but cried when he licked at your wet pussy, getting a taste of you.

“Logan, please I can’t—” Your voice was shaky as you tried to move away from his face, he chuckled at you, pressing his face against your inner thigh before he crawled up to your face.

“‘Is okay. You did good.” He kissed your lips, his large hands holding your face as he let you taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned, clenching around nothing already in anticipation of him filling you. “You wanna stop?”

“No, no, no! Need you, please!” You were quick to protest, wrapping your legs around his waist to prevent him from going anywhere. You couldn’t really stop him from doing anything, but he found it endearing that you tried. He bumped his nose against yours, lips pulled up into a tiny smile.

“Need me where, hm?” He opened his eyes to look at you, and truly how he didn’t bend you over the nearest flat surface the second he saw you was beyond his comprehension. You looked so perfect like this, underneath him, clinging to him. His sweet girl. He didn’t know what it was about you, but from the moment he met you he was done for. You drove him absolutely mad and now he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Inside me, Logan. Please.” You sighed out, face flushed with embarrassment. He smoothed out the frown lines on your forehead with a tiny kiss. A sweet gesture in comparison to what he was about to do to you.

In one swift motion he had you bent over the armrest, with your ass to him and your chest flat against the armrest. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you glanced over your shoulder to watch as he pulled off his white tank top. Your glazed eyes fawned over each perfect muscle in his body, taking particular interest in the veins that popped in his arm when he flexed them as he ridded himself of his jeans. How you ended up with a man so incredibly hot, you had no idea, but you were thanking the Gods for that.

“I need to be inside you, too.” He rasped into your ear, groaning in ecstasy as he sank himself into your needy cunt. Your jaw fell open he filled you, inch by inch. He pulled your t-shirt over your head, instantly attaching his lips to your shoulder as he rutted his hips against your ass. 

His pace was grueling from the start, grip tight on your hips, sure to leave bruises in the morning. A little reminder of his intoxicating presence. You braced yourself on the armrest, sounds of pleasure leaving your lips almost instantly. He pressed his forehead against your cheek, the thick hairs on his chest leaving a tingling sensation across your back as he held you flush against his chest. Heavy breaths filled your ears as you so desperately reached to touch him, any of him. Your trembling fingers found the sound of his face and he leaned his head to capture your parted lips into a messy kiss. He swallowed your sweet sounds as the sting of his cock had you squeezing the life out of him.

“This what you needed, hm? Maybe I should fuck sweet pussy more often? Give it more attention?” He grunted the words in your ears, lips pressed against your cheek as a sheen layer of sweat began to coat your soft skin. You whimpered and nodded weakly, your cunt clenching him with excitement. He smirked softly, his hand coming up to lace through your hair. “Yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweet girl?”

Logan held your face down as his hips drilled into you, each delicious drag of his cock bringing you closer and closer to your sweet release. God, you needed it. All you could do was moan in response.

“Y-yes! God, yes. Please Logan.” You whined out shamelessly, eyes rolled back into your head. Logan hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest as he pressed his lips to your temple, the gentle gesture ironic considering just what he was doing to you. He said nothing as he sneaked his free hand to the front of your body, rough fingers rubbing harsh circles on your sensitive clit. Your jaw fell open, your hand flying to grip his wrist. Your thighs clenched around his hand, whining as his cock  brushed that one spot that had you seeing white. “Logan—”

Your voice was a warning, but he welcomed it. He flicked his wrist without mercy as he rolled his hips, his words only encouraging you to fall apart for him.

“Come for me, pretty girl. You can do that, can’t you? I know you want to.” He let go of your hair to turn your head to meet his eager lips. He happily swallowed the pathetic sounds that left your mouth as he flicked at your clit, his cock hitting so impossibly deep you were left trembling as your release seeped around him. 

Logan held you down on his cock, his thumb playing with your clit until you were gasping and your nails dug into the skin of his wrist. He kissed along your jaw as his hips stilled for just a second, your body still shaking underneath him.

“You okay?” He asked softly, grabbing your face to look at him. You looked at him with hooded eyes and nodded weakly, barely lifting yourself off the couch.

“Yeah. ‘m okay.” 

Logan tilted his head at you, an eyebrow raised with amusement as he leaned down to leave a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“Perfect.”

He grabbed your hips, pulling out his cock to manhandle you onto your back before he was sinking himself into you again. Your slick walls welcomed him perfectly, like this was the only place he belonged, but he wasn’t complaining. If he could die, he would die happily buried deep in your cunt.

“Oh, God, Logan.” You gasped, thighs twitching as you looked down to find where his thick cock is filling you, splitting you open over and over. Your jaw fell open as you watched him grab one of your ankles and he held it up by his shoulder, spreading you open for him to dig himself deeper and deeper within you tight walls. 

“Look at me, baby.” He groaned, chest heavy as a thin layer of sweat covered his muscled body. You did your best to comply, you looked up, eyes blurry with tears of pleasure as he damn near folded your body in half. Your knees were pressed against your chest as he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. “Yes, there she is. My pretty girl. I missed you.” 

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, and also at the sting of his cock rapidly bringing you to your third release. The way he brought your legs to his shoulders, he sunk himself so deep within your walls you swore you felt him in your stomach. It felt so good you wanted to cry.

“Missed you too, Logan.” You brought your lips up to his, eyebrows furrowed into an expression of pure arousal as you gripped his hair, clinging to him for dear life.

Your release was quick and sudden, hitting you without a warning the second Logan pressed his thumb to your swollen clit. You were just so sensitive, tears staining your cheeks as you sobbed. You clutched on to his large bicep as you spilled around his cock. The way your tight walls squeeze him made him groan, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on chasing his own release while fucking you through your own.

“Look at you, you’re just so good for me. Fuck it, I’ll just take you with me next time.” Groans fell freely from his soft lips as he braced himself on the back of the couch with one hand, and the other held the armrest above your head. He leaned down to press his forehead against yours as your sweet praises and chants of his name filled his ears. 

The sound that rumbled in Logan’s chest was animalistic, a deep growl as he coated your insides with his hot release. The metallic sound of sharp claws filled your ears once more as his claws unsheathed themselves from his knuckles, one on the back of the couch and the other just above your head, again. You gasped his name with a soft laugh, though you would be lying if you said it didn’t drive you feral when his claws accidentally came out. You brought a hand to his face as he pulled his claws out of your couch, the sharp metal once again hiding themselves within his knuckles with a sound. He held himself up on his forearm as his head fell to your neck.

“I’ll pay for it.” He muttered a chuckle into your neck, leaving a soft kiss to your jaw. You laughed, draping a hand over your forehead, breathing in deeply as you felt your mixed releases seep around his cock and drip onto the couch. He should just buy you a new couch, he thought.

“Wanna buy me a new body while you’re at it?” You teased him, already sensing you would have bruises and your thighs would ache for days.

“Did I hurt you?” Concern filled his voice as he lifted his head to scan your face for any discomfort as his hand came up to graze the thigh draped over his waist. You scrunched up your nose at him and shook your head.

“Of course not hun. Don’t be silly.” You traced your fingers over his face and gave him a lopsided smile.

“I did miss you, for the record.” 

You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I missed you too Logan.”

“Lemme clean you up sugar.” He sneaked a kiss to your cheek as he untangled himself from you, much to your protest.

You whined at the emptiness he left you as he stood up. Though you did quite enjoy the sight of his perfect ass he walked off to find something to clean his mess with. When he came back, he had a small towel and he cleaned you without protest, he left warm kisses on your face as you talked to him about your day. He ultimately tossed the towel aside and slipped on his boxers, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his still hard cock, but you needed a break. You didn’t let him leave though, reaching to grab his wrist with soft eyes

“Wanna watch a movie? I miss watching movies with you.” You mumbled, voice soft as you looked at him with pleading eyes. He laughed softly at you, you made it sound like you hadn’t seen him in a month.

But, how could he ever say no to his sweet girl?

“Mhm, put on somethin’ .” He gently moved you so that he was lying behind you on the couch, his big arms wrapped around you as he held you against his chest. Though you were still completely naked, you paid no mind to it. It actually felt kinda nice to be so close to him and feel the warmth of his body in such an intimate way.

He covered you both with the throw blanket you always kept over the couch for days exactly like this, for those days you wanted to feel warm and close with him on the couch. He ignored the three holes where stuffing was coming out of the ripped fabric as he pulled the soft blanket up to your chest and as you happily settled in his arms, clicking away at the TV. He would buy you a new couch, just as he bought you new pillows, and new blankets. And anything you asked him to, really.

Logan wasn’t used to domestic, the soft touches, cuddling, but he liked doing it with you. He craved it actually, probably just as much as he craved the sex.

“Next time you’re away that long, just give me a call? Please? So that I’m not worried sick thinking you died.” You finally said, the whole reason for such intense feelings merely an hour ago finally surfacing. He laughed softly at how ridiculous you sounded. He technically can’t die, he thought.

“I wouldn’t.. I can’t…Y’know what? You’re right. I’m still getting used to this whole having a girl thing. But I'll do better, yeah? Don’t need you to be mad, sugar.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, settling his face on your neck as he attempted to pay attention to whatever horror movie you decided to watch today. “But if you’re gonna let me fuck you like that when you’re mad, get mad more often.” 

“Logan.” You scolded him, nudging his ribs softly as a warm blush coated your cheeks, knowing you wouldn’t hurt him, but it still made him chuckle. 

He had to admit, he lasted way longer than he did last time. He lasted almost halfway through the movie before the feeling of his cock sitting hot and heavy in his boxers became apparent to him again. He inhaled your scent softly, his lips ghosting over your neck as he rolled his hips softly against your ass. And while you did try to protest, whining that you wanted to get through one movie with him, the sting of his cock was better than any movie in this world. The credits rolled, the soundtrack now drowned out by the sound of your sweet moans. Logan would be damned if he let you leave the warmth of his body for even just one second tonight. Or maybe ever. 

[welovelouisandbucky]

You don't say it back

Summary: you prank your boyfriend by not saying "I love you" back, while he's getting late for quidditch practice.

Warnings: Fluff. Kissing (insert scandalised face) Few suggestive moments? Out of character stuff mayne? Seriously, none on this one, lol. Well, of course my writing, as usual. Not proof read.

S/n: positive criticism is appreciated as always. As well as any form of feedbacks, likes, comments or rebloggs. And be kind you guys, this is a safe place for everyone. Enjoy!!

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Mattheo Riddle (with Hufflepuff!reader)

It was stupid and ridiculous.

You were just curious of his reaction, that is all.

You heard your friends' talking about doing this to their boyfriends for shits and giggles. At first, you hated the idea of tormenting your significant other for fun, then curiosity consumed your mind for weeks.

Now it seemed like a fun idea to prank your boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle.

You thought it was a perfect way to get back at your boyfriend for teasing you last week in The Great Hall. In your mind it was the perfect revenge.

So you made up your mind to put it into action as soon as you had the chance. Which was now, at his dorm room while he was about to leave for Quidditch practice with Theo.

You were excited as well as anxious for his reaction. Anticipation has been eating away your brain for days now and you were finally going to do it.

Mattheo came up to you and kissed your forehead as you remained sitted on his bed, with your books all splattered around before you.

"gimme a kiss, will you?" He grinned down at you, ignoring annoyed and impatient Theo by the door, who was urging him to hurry up as they were already late.

Smiling, you complied to his wish and kissed him. Without meaning to, you deepen the kiss, clinging onto him as if he's your life support, suddenly not feeling ready to send him off just yet. He seems to think the same way as he holds onto you tighter, kissing you more intensely, cupping your face with his one hand as the other roams down. You almost moan into his mouth when you hear someone gag.

"oi! Stop snogging her and hurry up!" Theo called, tapping his foot impatiently. Matthew rolled his eyes and winked at you before stepping back.

"'ight, love. We'll finish this later, yeah?" Mattheo smirked when you blushed under his gaze. He loves how's you blush at his every word, one of the reasons why he teases you a lot.

"Love you!" He said as he was about to leave with Theo. You just smiled and waved at the both of them. Physically restraining yourself from saying it back, you almost did, but you are glad you didn't as he stopped abruptly.

He looks back at you, expectedly.

You all but smiled up at him innocently. Your eyes never once betraying the guilt you are feeling inside, you just now realised how bad of a timing this is to do this prank, when he's clearly beyond late for his practice. Though, it's too late to go back now.

He clears his throat.

"uh, love? Aren't ya forgetting something?" He asks, his one brow raised in accusing manner. Mattheo steps inside the room again, completely ignoring the loud groan of his best mate ( who looks ready to hit Mattheo with his broomstick any second now ).

You don't reply, just look in his way with furrowed brows, feigning false confusion, which you can tell Mattheo saw right through.

"don't think so, no," you say. You pretend to think over it for couple of minutes before shrugging your head no. Mattheo huffs and rolls his eyes at you. Almost annoyed with you, as you're purposefully making him even more late to his practice.

"c'mon now, princess. Don't play stupid with me," he says impatiently. Not wanting make his team wait any longer on his account, just wanting to get over with that thing as soon as possible so he can come back and spend time with you again. But he can't do that unless he leaves and he's not leaving until you say "I love you" back, but judging by the look on your face, he knows he's not leaving any time soon.

"oh yeaahhhh, sorry, baby!" You giggle. And he smiles, thinking you finally got what he was saying.

"I forgot to wish you luck! Well, good luck with your practice, and have fun!" You tell him affectionately, your voice sugary sweet. You waved him bye again and blowed him a kiss.

Mattheo's hopeful expression falls, so does your heart.

"Y/n," he says, there's an edge to his voice, as well as a slight hint of hurt. Your heart breaks a little inside, regretting your stupid prank now as you look at him. He's standing in middle of the room, in his quidditch robes with his broomstick clutched tightly, his puppy brown eyes looking alarmingly sad.

You know how hard it was for him to express his feelings openly, it is still a struggle for him to express his emotions sometimes, you help him best as you can. And you're really proud of him, for how far along he had come since when you first met him. You curse at yourself mentally, just realising how stupid of an idea this was to began with.

"oh Mattheo," you softly say and go over to him. Wrapping your arms around him and he instantly holds you closer to him, you kiss him tenderly all over his face. "I'm so, so sorry, baby. I thought—i well, doesn't matter now. It was stupid anyways, I'm sorry. I love you." You say against his skin, feeling him tightening his hold, nudging his face deeper into your hair. You heard him sigh of relief, and relax into him.

"sorry, Mattheo. Please forgive me?" You ask, pulling back just a little to look at his face. He gives you one of his smiles which tells you're forgiven, you almost melt into a puddle at that.

"don't. ever. do that again, yeah?" He mumbles before kissing you. He doesn't have to tell you that anyway, since you're never attempting something like this ever again.

He leaves ghostly kisses against your skin, traveling from your lips to sensitive skin under your ear. His hand sliding down to your back, as you lock your arms around his neck.

"don't think you can get away with this so easily, love. We'll see about that forgiveness once I'm back from practice." He whispers darkly, and with one firm pat to your bum, he begins to leave once Theo clears his throat. Making his presence known, which you seemed to forget about completely.

"love you," he smirks your way before leaving with Theo, who looks as if he wants to dig himself into hole and never comeback, ever again.

You try to reply, but no words come out. Suddenly breathless.

You watch him leave with newfound excitement and anticipation burning through your body.

Maybe you're not forgiven afterall.

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