#Ministre Playboy

[secosmolhadoseafins]

[everythingseasoning]

MINORS DNI. Minors do not interact. 18+ only

Geto x Reader enemies to lovers smut fic !!

Listen with: I can fix him (no really I can)

Tags: Geto x afab reader, Smut, Geto is a tortured poet, pouty boy who needs a lot of healing, time skip, growth, reconnection, delicious, emotional smut

Warnings: Geto isn’t respectful of reader’s ‘go away’ and a somewhat toxic Geto in the beginning // reader is fucking mean at first, too. // Note that I did not stay in character for Geto. xxoo

“What are you cooking?” A deep voice calls out, rough from hours and hours of deep sleep.

“Jesus Christ you scared me!” you exclaim, turning to your left to see your roommate’s hookup of the week leaning on her door. Great. You feel your eyes do an invisible roll into the back of your head as you drink in the sight of the most notorious, smart, tortured poet in school.

Tall, long ebony locks, and well built. His snake tattoo slithers up his arm in black ink, his muscles framed even by his loose black shirt.

“Geto,” you say flatly.

Out of everyone, your roommate had to sleep with him. The rumors of his playboy tendencies swirl in your mind, and you’re grateful for the fact that your roommate was at least not looking for anything serious, recalling your conversation with them about how they would be hooking up with people just for fun throughout the semester. You wouldn’t want them to get hurt by this self-absorbed enigma.

“What are you doing here?” you half groan, before going back to cooking your oatmeal. The stove radiates wonderful heat in the chilly wintry morning.

Geto chuckles, “Surprised you didn’t wake up during it last night,” he says cheekily whilst walking over to your left side. He bends perpendicular to the ground, opening your fridge to look inside for something. You glance over to your side, seeing Geto pull out an almost empty juice carton, drink the rest of it, and close the fridge afterwards. You scoff as you turn your focus back to your oatmeal.

Unfortunately, Geto doesn’t leave you alone. He waltzes behind you, to the other side of you, and then leans on the counter, watching you cook your breakfast.

“You don’t have any real food in here.” He says, standing close to you, his dark brown eyes trained on you like two endless pools of flirtatious melancholy. “Do you even eat?”

You feel your cheeks heat up at Geto’s close proximity. Your eyes dart quickly from the oatmeal to the spoon you’re holding, and you stir the meal vigorously in your anxiety.

“Yes, I do eat! Use your eyes,” you huff, glancing into Geto’s hooded gaze briefly, before you point dramatically to the oatmeal you’re cooking.

“And,” you say, “if you’re so concerned about food, you could have brought some, too,” you retort. Part of you knows you’re being a bitch, but with how flustered you are, you don’t know how to act.

A smirk appears on Geto’s face as he notices your reaction to him being close. He chuckles deeply, amused.

“But why would I do that when it’s so much more fun to raid your fridge?”

Geto takes a stride closer to you and he peers into the pot of oatmeal. You feel the sweet relief of warmth radiating off of his body as his chin graces your shoulder, his smirk growing.

“I wouldn’t eat this though,” he says, wrinkling his nose.

You shrug, and Geto moves away. The heat in your cheeks doesn’t go away though.

“Didn’t you just fuck my roommate last night?” Your words cut through the atmosphere sharply.

Geto’s smirk widens even more, amused by how annoyed you seemed.

“Yeah, I did.”

He pauses.

“Jealous?”

Geto’s voice is smooth and held in a cocky tone.

“No, not jealous,” you say curtly, starting to get genuinely bugged by his arrogant behavior.

The yellow mixing spoon churns in the oatmeal before you stop your ministrations, setting the spoon down on a plate as you move to the cupboard and pull out some seeds for the oatmeal.

“You probably have an STD from how reckless you are,” you say nonchalantly, stirring in the seeds. The green pumpkin seeds disperse into the beige oats along with the chia seeds.

A smile appears on Geto’s face as he listened to your insult. He moves closer to you, and your heart almost bursts out of your chest as Geto rests his chin on your shoulder, feeling the weight of it.

“Someone’s a little feisty today~” Geto’s plush lips brush your ear and you shudder slightly. You swear that you feel his smile grow bigger.

“But don’t worry, I always use protection. Gotta protect what can make a woman feel,” his voice rumbles, deep and melodic, “good,” he whispers.

You can feel a heat and need bloom in between your legs, and silently curse at yourself for growing desperate.

You open your mouth to retort, but all that comes out is, “G-geto.” You feel his chin tilt on your shoulder so that he can gaze into your eyes better.

“Hm?”

You inhale sharply before breaking away again, moving to the fridge to get berries this time.

He chuckles at how small your voice is.

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle me being this close to you?” He says playfully, taking a step back and you can breathe again. He stands beside you now as you grab the berries.

As you move back to the stove, Geto’s gaze follows you. He’s leaned his sturdy body against the countertop, turned to face your direction so he can watch you even as you move around him. His eyes linger on your body, taking you in intently.

He couldn’t help himself from feeling a buzz in his cock, you looked cute all flustered like that. And you felt soft. So soft that it drove him crazy.

‘I have to keep my eyes off of him’ you think silently. You can’t risk eye contact. You’re in dangerous waters, the heat in between your legs fogging your brain. One wrong move, and who knows? You might be his second fuck in the span of 12 hours.

You move stiffly, robotically, picking out some of the blackberries and putting them in a bowl. As you turn the faucet on to wash the berries, you can feel Geto’s stare still burning into you.

He watches you intently with a smirk on his face, noticing how you try not to look at him. Geto’s eyes narrow in amusement— he couldn’t help but tease you a bit more.

“Ignore me all you want, baby. I know you want me~”

“I don’t want you, I want your stupid body,” you retort without thinking, before sharply glaring at him. “It’s lust, not love. It means nothing,” you spit out, looking back at your berries as you cup the rim of the bowl, slowly pouring the water out.

Geto simply chuckles at your response, amused by your honesty.

“That’s a good girl, admit what you really want~”

A single blackberry falls from between your hands, and you wince say it thunks into the sink. ‘Embarrassing!’ You scream internally.

“That’s cute baby~” He says, in a playful tone. He leans closer to you, his chest now pressing lightly against your back, the smell of musk and clean laundry wafting into your senses.

You’re going dizzy.

Geto smirks again, watching intently as you struggle to pour out the remaining drops of water, your heart hammering out of your chest.

Geto’s smooth voice fills the silence again as he plays with a lock of your hair, tugging it gently. “Lust, not love… Your blunt nature is refreshing. But be careful with how honest you are darling, you might make me even more interested in you~”

You can feel the electricity thrumming on your skin as Geto’s muscular chest grazes the back of your loose t shirt. You’re suddenly hyper aware of your nipples protruding from the fabric. Had you known your roomie’s hookup would be here this morning, you would have worn a bra.

And it sucks that the one guy on campus that you’d been lusting over was ever so sharp. Geto could tell something was off. You were even more flustered than before. Your body tensing up as his chest pressed harder into to your back. Geto takes in a breath through his nose, exhaling all breathy and deep, half moaning.

His hands gently come up to rest on your hips, his thumbs tracing small circles gently on your sides. A small whimper escapes your mouth when he touches you directly on the skin for the first time.

Smirking, his body pressed against yours in an almost suffocating embrace, Geto speaks in a low, sultry voice, “Baby…. Why are you so flustered? Your body is all tense…”

Geto teases you with his words, his soft touches. Above your hips, his calloused pads move down further—calloused from what? His guitar?—fuck it was so sexy— you feel Geto’s fingers move dangerously close to the aching parts of you. Your skin jumps and twitches from his touch— and you curse yourself for being so desperate and touch starved.

“So sensitive….” He murmurs, voice smooth in your ear.

You curse yourself for the timing of this. Your roommate sure as hell had been getting action, but you? You hadn’t touched another person’s body in many, many months. And the consequences were crawling up your skin now in short zaps of electricity.

One of Geto’s hands slips under the hem of your shirt, plunging down smoothly so that his fingers gently trace along your panty line, gently stroking your skin.

“It’s cute. You’re so needy baby… all for me heh…. Such beautiful skin…. So soft….”

And it feels so good when Geto’s lips comes down to your shoulder— his canines come down gently into your neck, catching the fabric of your shirt—

and that’s when you finally break free.

This is not the person you would let touch you after all these years.

“No-“ you choke out, yanking out from Geto’s grasp. You’re breathing is heavy, coming out in pants, lust clouding your eyes as you try to compose yourself.

“I’m hungry,” you say, shakily.

“I need to eat— need to fucking finish making my damn breakfast, and—” you say, bitterness tinging your voice as pull your gaze off of Geto’s red, red lips,

“Let’s say I let you fuck me. Then what? You’re happy. You got to bust a nut. But I’m left over here feeling used and empty.”

You narrow your eyes, speaking with conviction. “That’s. Not. Happening.”

Geto had of course let you break free from his grasp, watching as you tried to compose yourself, seeing your eyes full of want as you spoke.

“Why baby…. Are you already thinking of after we have fun?”

What a babbling idiot.

Geto takes a step closer to you, his eyes locked firmly on yours.

“Careful baby… I can hear the want in your voice… Just tell me what you really want, I’ll satisfy you… just give in...”

Your lid blows.

“God damn it, Geto. You’re fucking pathetic,” you hiss, pissed off that he’s disregarding my boundaries. “I said no. So drop it. If you manage to be a good friend first, maybe I would’ve considered it—“ you pause briefly, the gears in your head cranking.

I know that I would have let Geto touch me, if we’d had been friends first. If I trusted him.

“—But you are just a simple, selfish, horny man. And you’ll find another pretty girl to fuck by the afternoon. So why are you chasing me? To prove something to yourself? And then what? The second you have had me, you’ll cast me away like a toy you’re no longer are entertained by.”

Your words are laced with anger, but buried deep inside you, pain pulses deep in your heart.

Ouch. Geto reels in surprise. Your words hurts him somewhere deep, deep down inside. He wasn’t expecting you to get so mad at him. Taking in a deep breath, Geto’s expression falters as your words start to ring true…

“You think I’m pathetic….?” He asks.

Shit. It just slipped out of him. A stupid, stupid, vulnerable little sentence— worse— a question. Why was he seeking validation from you?

He hates how he actually cared about what you, a stranger, thought of him.

Your eyes flash with determined spite. A moment passes. You notice Geto has gone quiet, and seize the opportunity. “You’re actually weak,” you breathe out. “Aren’t you?”

Hurt crosses Geto’s face and you feel a flicker of something— a faint spark of pity— but you keep talking anyway.

“You’re just a shallow, empty man who is insecure because you have no personality outside of sex… isn’t that right, Geto?” you finish, your tone surprisingly light at the end. Entirely mockingly so.

He doesn’t say anything immediately, eyes on yours as he listens to his name spoken from your lips. He hates how it was so soothing to hear you say it.

Stepping closer to you, standing right in front of you, Geto’s eyes search yours, looking for any sign of weakness, any indication that you didn’t mean what you said about him.

There is none.

He grits his teeth, your words stung even more than before, that painful ache in his chest growing stronger. He wonders if you had indeed spoken the truth. But that didn’t matter. He couldn’t stand feeling so weak.

“And if that’s true? What then? What does it matter?” Geto says in a defensive tone, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as he spoke.

His wall was back up. But the image of Geto’s stunned face is seared into your memory.

Your eyes soften, the anger drained into a tired frustration, and moreover, pity and guilt.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have— I just was so mad that you disrespected my boundaries when I’d clearly told you no. …But two wrongs don’t make a right. You didn’t deserve that outburst, I’m sorry…” you say, more waves of guilt washing through you. The whole situation was just so complicated and you hated being in it, frustration and hurt and remorse coursing through your blood.

Sensing your gentleness, Geto tries to keep the usual cocky smirk on his face, trying to maintain the confident façade he was so used to having around girls. But he could feel it slipping, leading into vulnerability, as you stare at him with sincere eyes.

…God, he hates it. He hates how your voice sounded so soft… and how his chest was suddenly tight.

But then you do something strange. Something unexpected. —You grab his hand, and you hug him.

In that moment, all of Geto’s cockiness and anger deflates out of him, leaving him wounded, stray, hurting.

And he starts crying, silently, into your body as you hold him.

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*this is a teaser for the whole fic :). In the full fic, smut will happen in one of the chapters*

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AN: WRITING IS FARRRR FROM PERFECT but i desired to feed you all today. Hope you enjoyed!! You can comment to let me know if you want the full version or wanna be tagged!

AN pt II: you can’t fix a man like this ladies. I’m telling you now. This is fiction for a reason. Hey Alexa, play ‘I can fix him (no really I can)’

[hansensgirl]

𖦹 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 (𝟒)

summary. — A NOT-SO SERIAL KILLER — after seeing you with Mr. Barber, Ransom—your guest—can no longer resist getting a taste.

pairings. — dark!guest!Ransom Drysdale x innocent!fem!reader, mentioned: dark!neighbour!Andy Barber x innocent!fem!reader.

warnings. — NONCON/DUBCON, dark themes, somnophilia, smut, pussyjob, grinding/humping, ransom has a pet play kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, pet names (pet, pup, puppy), Master kink, mentions of getting away with murder, mentions of voyeurism, mention of cum marking (on stuffed animal), allusions to spying/stalking/male masturbation), reader is either a heavy sleeper or was drugged (up to you), and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. — 1.4k

author’s note. — the purgatory’s masterlist. posting order is the chronological order in this au. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! @hansensfics

When Ransom creeps into your room, he’s more quiet than he is when he’s at Harlan’s. Wait, no—Marta’s. He brushes the thought away before his fists can clench into anger again. 

Mr. Levinson repeatedly told him not to do that in front of you, worried that you’ll be scared of the man you’re housing for an indefinite amount of time. Until everything blows over… Until he can frame everyone in his backup plan in case the Marta situation doesn’t work.

Your floors are carpeted and the Thrombey-Drysdale borne is thankful for that. He’s heavy—big like the other men in your life. He didn’t want to know them, but he had to. 

Especially when he saw you with Mr. Barber next door—or the kiss Mr. Hansen gave you when before he drove off—or the way Steve can’t keep himself away from you—or the lingering, obviously hungry gaze of your stepfather. 

Ransom had hoped to strike a deal with the long-haired man, but he stormed off in anger once Ransom told him what he witnessed. He still can hear the way your headboard knocked against the walls, accompanied by your lewd wails of pleasure.

Now, he’s fed up. And he can’t quite get to you like the other men have because you’re scared of the trust fund playboy. 

He whispers your name once, then does so again but a bit louder. You don’t stir, and keep clutching onto your favourite stuffed animal. The sight makes him so hard—solely because he had smeared some of his cum on the beige fur while you were putting on your pyjamas. 

That part is touching your hand right now, and it makes Ransom’s cock thicken even more in his boxers.

He’s in a simple teal t-shirt and his underwear, looking as if he’s about to hit the hay when in fact, he’s about to act on his desires.

“Hi, pup…” he greets, pressing a fist on your bed and leaning over your unconscious figure. His other hand lightly touches your face, and even then, you don’t move. “Pretty, pretty girl,” Ransom hums, thankful that the lights outside are so bright that they illuminate your room.

Your sheer curtains have been pushed to the sides, and he peels back the blanket that you’re caught under. “Dumb little pet. Gettin’ all tangled up in your blanket. You need your Master so badly, don’t you?” he questions, even though you can’t answer him. 

The t-shirt you wear has ridden up just under your tits, and your core is exposed fully. Maybe you ran out of panties (it seems like they get stolen from you everyday) or maybe you’re just a slut who goes without at night.

Ransom pulls the white cloth until your nipples are in view, hardening from the cool air. His mouth salivates, eager to suck on the peaks until you’re begging him to stop. He leans down and tests the waters with a flick of his tongue.

Your face twitches ever so slightly—or is that just his shadow obscuring your beauty? Ransom’s hand finds your other tit, and he gently plays with your breasts, pinching, twisting, licking, and sucking. He continues with his ministrations until his cock throbs, begging to be released. 

“Good puppy, letting me do whatever I want to you,” he whispers, settling himself onto your bed. He strokes his engorged dick with one hand, tip weeping with pre-cum. Watching your unconscious form, his eyes move down to your folds. They glisten with your arousal, and he swallows thickly.

An idea formed—almost like the spark he had in his brain when he first realised what he could do with Marta. “C’mon, there you go,” Ransom urges, using his other arm to turn you on your side. Once you’re on your left side, he pushes and folds your right leg just a bit, getting a better angle of your pussy. “Perfect little fucktoy,” he mutters.

He inches closer to you, until his chest is nearly touching your back and his large cock is right by your ass. He creates a mean arch in your back, bringing your butt closer to him so it’s easier for him to get what he wants.

“Can’t wait to fuck and train all of your holes, puppy. Gonna make you addicted to my cock,” Ransom grunts, pressing his cock against your folds. Slowly, he begins to thrust back and forth, dragging his heaviness along your cunt. He covers the entirety of your pussy, tip bumping your clit and hole.

Ransom’s head falls back at the feeling of your intimate flesh against his. It’s better than anything he’s fantasised about. No wonder all those other men can’t get enough of you—his little pup. 

He has half a mind to push into your fuckhole—and the idea is more than tempting. But he doesn’t want to risk anything, especially when you’d be quick to blame the only other person in the house at this time. 

The thirty-something year old settles for grinding against your sopping cunt. Sometimes, his fat cock-head catches on your entrance, but he simply readjusts himself. Ransom reaches down and squeezes his balls lightly, causing him to groan loudly. 

Even though you’re not entirely here, you’re still aware of what’s happening. Small puffs of air leave your mouth, and Ransom can feel your pussy throbbing against his impressive length. “You feel so good, pet. Best pussy I ever had.”

His cock glides with ease, your cunt leaking everywhere as he uses you for his pleasure. “S’okay, don’t worry. Master’ll fuck you soon, too. Gonna turn you into my good little puppy,” Ransom reassures, picking up the pace. Your body jerks with his roughness, tits bouncing slightly. 

“Gonna teach you all the tricks you should know, too, pet. You’ll be my precious little pup,” he continues, thinking about you crawling on all fours and begging your master to use your cunt however he’d like. “Fuck, I bet that pussy is still so damn tight even though you’re letting everyone get a taste, hm?”

When he’s done speaking, you let out a whine that startles him. Ransom knows he should stop, but the sound is so sweet that it’s practically egging him on. He watches as a subtle pinched look takes over your face, and then he realises that you’ve come undone from his helpless humping. 

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he whispers, looking down to where his cock is touching you and admires the mess that coats his thickness. The cream that Ransom smears around continues to dribble out of your fuckhole, and it even mixes with his pre-cum. “Aww, poor puppy. Coming just from that? You’re so needy, it’s adorable.” 

Ransom knows he’ll have to come back again in the near future. Maybe tomorrow morning, while you’re showering so he can show you how to properly wash yourself. Or on the weekend when Mr. Levinson is out for his usual guys’ night and he can play a filthy movie that you’ll surely enjoy.

Either way, he plans on extending his stay here.

“Fuck—Master’s gonna make a mess on this cunt, pup. And I won’t clean it up, either,” Ransom warns. “Uh-huh, naughty pets like you deserve to have sticky cunts. But I bet you’re gonna enjoy feeling my spunk all over you, hm? Or inside your fuckhole.”

He chases his orgasm desperately, playing with his balls to really make it count. “Maybe I'll let you drink it all up tomorrow—yeah, make you swallow all of Master’s milk. Give you a belly full of me.”

Suddenly, he hits his climax. Ransom’s cum splatters onto your cunt, and he even aims his tip towards your entrance, Some of his creamy ropes fill you up, while the rest coats your wet pussy. His balls empty themselves out. He grinds his orgasm out until the sensations in his cock are overwhelming. 

“Fuck.” 

Your guest curses, looking at the mess he’s left behind. But he won’t clean it up. No, instead he’ll leave it there for you to find. And like that night when he left Harlan’s, Ransom formulates a plan that’ll have you wrapped around his finger (and his cock). 

He can already see the whole thing unfolding—you being too shy to tell your stepdad about what you woke up to, so you’ll have to go to the guest you’ve been frightened of. Ransom’s cock remains hard with the things he’s thinking of—the way he’ll have you crawling on all fours with your tongue hanging out.

Ransom sighs, “What a good little bitch.”

[leggerefiore]

Past and Present

cw: a bit angsty, running into an ex, arguing

pairings: Colress/Reader, Past Grimsley/Reader

Alola was a place of beauty. That had quickly become apparent when you had arrived with your boyfriend. The bright sun above kept the place warm, while serene seas surrounded the islands. There was a certain slower pace of life present on the islands that simply had not been present in the busier Unova that you and Colress had departed from. While it was vacation for you, the scientist had found work here under the call of the Aether Foundation and a foreign professor. How he managed to gather these things after what he had done was a show of how many truly respected his brilliance, despite his certain lacking of morals. You supposed that was what drove his results, so it was constant debate of whether morality or scientific advancement was of more importance.

You found yourself quite alone, as the scientist was often taken with various things. Z-Power was a new fascination of his, and there was little chance that he was going to pass up observing the phenomena as much as he could. The Aether Foundation, too, kept him quite busy. They seemed to have him on some secret project that they did not want getting out. You swore you saw on the employees stalking you around once. While, yes, Colress had told you basically everything, you had no interest in spreading it around. Really, you were more worried about Colress involving himself in something shady again and getting arrested. Still, you were mostly alone. Your feet carried you around Ula'Ula with much boredom.

Until you found yourself on a certain beach. A familiar figure stood watching the waves. Their black scarf swayed in the wind. You blinked a few times. What was he doing here, of all places? Before you could question him yourself, his head turned to look over his shoulder at you. Blue eyes went wide at the sight of you. Spinning himself on his heel, Grimsley turned to face you in his full glory. The gambler was someone that you were, unfortunately, more than familiar with. A failed relationship with him was what prefaced your current one. Your heart still burned at the feelings you had felt. For so long, you thought you had truly captured his attention and broken his playboy ways. You had not.

Was he on vacation? He looked quite different. Greys intertwined in his dark strand. His usual choice of a suit was replaced with a kimono. Heavy bags were under his eyes. It was a far cry from the gambler that you had known. Swallowing, you took a nervous step back. He tilted his head. An 'Oh?' left him. Then, a chuckle left him. “Oh man, it's you? Alola must truly be something special,” his voice was clear as always, but a certain tiredness underlined his words.

“… It must be,” you relented, opting to just talk to him. You had broken up over four years ago now… It was about time to start acting like you were not affected by it. You had moved on. Colress was an adequate enough lover, if not a tad too eccentric. He certainly cared for you. Cheating was a far thought in his mind. You did not think he had an interest in things that way any way. Grimsley was a special breed of man. “I'm here on vacation with my boyfriend,” you offered. The gambler cocked up a brow in response.

“Found someone new? How fortunate,” he stepped towards you, “Where is he? Assuredly, he must not be letting such a cute lover wander around on their own.” You sighed. Well, working. You were the only one of the two of you on vacation. He caught on to the ministrations of your expression. “Not being entirely honest?” You wanted to call him out of all people for saying that. But, then again, he also made no attempts to hide how he really was. His pure openness in it all was the worst part of it. Dirty tricks were his speciality.

“He's working,” you admitted, “He has a real job, you know.” Some of the time. Other times, he was wandering around solely to serve his own research with little to no funding. These types of jobs were how he paid the bills, at least. Unlike a certain gambler, who did not blink at blowing whatever cash he did on a game that he could just as easily lose over winning. Grimsley scoffed and brought a hand over his heart.

“Your words are so cruel…” he spoke in mock hurt, “I made money, you know. I bought you whatever you asked for and more.” He did. He certainly did. No other lover had ever showered you in gifts quite like Grimsley had. Money could be abundant with him before suddenly vanishing. His family had been an established, wealthy one. How unfortunate their descendant had been, someone like him.

Before you could reply, his face twisted into something serious. His hand grasped your wrist carefully and pulled you behind him. The other one went for his pokeballs. Part of you felt panicked. Was a dangerous pokemon behind you? A terrifying person? You quickly looked to see. No. It was not. Colress stood there, a bit bewildered. Had he come to find you? Probably. Grimsley glared at him coldly. That was about correct, you supposed. The man was an Elite Four member during both Team Plasma situations. Now, here was the previous boss of Team Plasma standing across from him. He probably was expecting the worst. His attempt to guard you was almost noble.

“… It is quite impolite to force someone behind you,” Colress was completely unfazed by the aggression from the dark-type trainer, “Can I ask that you return them?”

“Absolutely not,” Grimsley's words were careful, “Why do you want them?”

“They are my partner,” the scientist readjusted his glasses, “I was simply coming to spend some time with them since I had been busy with work and finally got a spare moment.”

Grimsley's poker face was a trained one, but you watched how he glanced at you to read your expression. Shock soon overtook his features when you only nodded in reply at Colress's words. His hand released your wrist as he turned fully to face you again. There were many unreadable things in his eyes. You could only wonder what thoughts were rushing through his head. Some vindictive part of you felt happy that you had finally made him feel something akin to what you had.

“You are aware of what he did to Opelucid, right?” the gambler was trying to convince you of something, “This is not exactly who I expected you to be with.” Colress seemed lost. You had not exactly mentioned your fling with the Elite Four member. It was not your proudest moment, and you had rather had forgotten. That was clearly impossible at this point.

“I'm aware,” you admitted, “He already has worked to make up for that. He no longer has any involvement in Team Plasma and is working as an independent researcher.”

Grimsley looked quite unimpressed. Colress stepped closer to you both. It seemed this situation would unfold whether you wanted it to or not. You tried to walk over to him, but the gambler caught you again. Something inside him clearly did not want you to stand by Colress's side. The scientist towered over him, though. He, too, was unimpressed by the actions happening. While he was not a jealous type (you often wondered if it were possible for him to even feel it), he could feel the animosity from Grimsley. You shook your head. A mess.

“Did I mess you up that badly?” the words from the dark-haired man had shocked you. What was he implying? “... I never thought you would run off to someone like that…” his pupils were shrunken, “What have I done…?” Offence ate at your heart. How dare he insinuate that anything he did led to you dating Colress. You certainly had not fallen for the blond to spite him or anyone else. There was just a natural charm to his honest nature. Colress never really hid anything. He was quite open — sometimes even at his own detriment.

“I'm dating Colress because he actually tells me most things,” you pulled your hand away and stood at the scientist's side, “Unlike somebody.” The scientist was lost again but placed a hand on your back. He had picked up on your past relations with Grimsley, at least. It was more than plain to see from your interactions and words.

“… I never lied to you,” he seemed offended, “I told you plainly that I was not the type to settle down.” He had not been. Those words echoed in your mind even now. You really had thought you managed to change him, though. That had not been the case. Part of you desperately had believed, still. You wanted to believe that you had changed him.

“Well, I am,” you replied simply and leaned into Colress's side, “I have, actually. I'm quite happy these days.” A bit of a blush actually bloomed on the blond's cheeks. His polite smile became something more genuine. Grimsley was utterly defeated by your words.

“… I guess… You were,” he nodded, seemingly lost in thought now. Before anything else could be said, he spoke again. “Ah, I'm supposed to be meeting a friend. If you'll pardon me,” he began to walk away towards the route nearby. You watched him leave.

You hated that a part of you still yearned for him. There was genuine love that you felt for him, but he had ruined everything by his own actions. Colress glanced at you with a raised brow.

“… That was my ex,” you explained simply, “Uh, he was not the best guy.”

Colress just nodded.

~

Somewhere, Grimsley sat alone on a beach. His eyes were unfocused as he felt his thoughts swirl within the mess of his brain. Coming to Alola, he had hoped to start anew. Seeing you, some strange hope had bloomed in his chest. Whatever things he had done in the past, he had wanted to apologise. One truly does not know a good thing until it was gone. You were long gone before he even had an inkling of what a good thing he had. The genuineness of you was always something that he adored. His error was entirely on his shoulders.

A finger drifted along in the black sands. His eyes closed. Why had he thought his luck had improved at all…? Of course, it had not. He was just a shell of a man to teach others what happened when you played the game. That was his role. The scent of the salty sea burned his nostrils. You had not changed a bit… He admired that about you. Was Colress really a better partner than him? The scientist was completely honest with you, apparently.

He opened his to stare at the setting sun.

Perhaps he could try again.

Or perhaps, it was best to give this one up.

He flipped his coin…

Fate would decide for him.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

https://www.tumblr.com/youraverageaemondsimp/744485444227596288/currently-thinking-of-modern-tom-bennett-x-ethnic

https://www.tumblr.com/youraverageaemondsimp/744674367584206849/i-so-wanna-write-a-modern-tom-bennetaemond

writing these two now.

the minute reader met tom, it was, tbh, hate at first sight. she liked his sister, louise, well enough. but him? that bastard was a bit unhinged! he drank. smoked. slept at the back of a pub. without a doubt, did not finish his education. well, people had their preferences but, it was not a good look for her. last, but not least, he was a playboy. all of those things that would warrant a series of red flags to reader and her family! hence, her resistance to him flirting with her.

but, alas, luck would be on tom's side. soon, reader received noticed that her grandmother was dying. the only wish her dying grandmother had was to see her granddaughter get married. reader, who had vehemently announced her refusal to get married due to a family trauma, decided to relent. tom, who has always genuinely loved her for an extremely long time, decided to volunteer, much to reader's chagrin. but then again, she didn't have much choice, due to the fact that she has scared off many potential suitors. so, she decided to accept his proposal.

it was a quiet and intimate wedding, filled with her family. reader only invited louise as a close friend but that was it. she had no friends to begin with. as well as doug.

much to reader's surprise, she enjoyed kissing tom when she said the words, "i do". tom could not help but smirk at her blushing against him.

but, of course, their marriage, initially, was not an easy one, as reader had to take care of her ailing grandmother. all of that, coupled with her grief, led her to become extremely emotionally exhausted. they did not go to their honeymoon, as reader wanted to spend as much time as possible with her grandmother.

tom, noticing what was happening, ended up helping her as much as he could. he would provide her with little cups of tea, as well as ensuring that the house was clean as well. he would also ensure that a blanket would be over her body to prevent her from shivering.

after her grandmother died, she broke down incredibly hard. tom, with no reservations, rushed to her and held her tight. he could not help but cry with her as well.

it wasn't until that the dust settled down, did reader have a reflection. she noticed the way that tom would always be there for her. the way he held her tight. the way he would ensure that the blanket was over her. the way he would ensure that her feet would always have socks on them whenever she was too tired to put them herself.

and that was when, out of boldness, she finally reached out to tom. it was in there bedroom. the lights were glowing and warm. tom looked at her. his gaze was incredibly intense. it was as if he knew what she wanted to do.

"are you going to do it, love?" he asked with a smirk.

and that was when she reached out and wrapped her arms him tightly. she could feel tom's arms wrapping around her before running his nose on the column of her throat, deeply inhaling her scent. he then trailed little pecks of kisses along the column of her throat. his lips then landed on her forehead, cheeks and her mouth. soft pecking noises filled the air, as well as their soft sighs of contentment. their hands then started exploring each other's curves, committing them to memory before slowly depriving each other of their clothing.

"you are beautiful, love," he whispered, as he weighted her breasts with his palms and flicking her nipples with his thumbs. wetness then seeped through her core, as she threw her head back and sighed softly at his constant ministrations of her tiny peaks.

with that, he then threw her on the bed before inserting his fingers inside her core. she threw her head back, as her series of moans and cries were captured in his mouth, before finally inserting himself inside her. it was painful, of course, with tom slowly kissing away her tears, before rocking gently inside her. soon, tension built up, before the two of them cried out their releases. the two of them then slept their arms and limbs wrapped around each other.

"question, tom, did my grandma actually made a deal with you to marry me?" reader asked the next day.

"uhhhhhh..........no comment".

"you did, didn't you?!"

💗

[typicalopposite]

okay becz here's my ficlet friday prompt plz

But thanks for loving me, cause you're doing it perfectly (Whatdya Want From Me - Adam Lambert) - southern philanthropy plz :)

Melz what have you created! *looks at the ficlet that very much got deeper than I intended…* a monster… that’s what! :)

~~~

Pez prided himself on being a playboy. He would flirt around, often leading to him sleeping around. It was fun, inviting all these different partners into his lavish lifestyle; full of luxury and fancy alcohol and even fancier hotel rooms.

But then he met Liam. Suddenly the playboy lifestyle was no longer so enticing… Suddenly simple dates—a movie, a picnic, a walk in the park— were his idea of fun. Liam didn’t need, nor did he care about, Pez’s riches… he only cared about him.

There was certainly something about that good Ol’ southern hospitality; he sees why Henry was so quickly whipped by his own Texan. “You good, darlin’?” Liam asks, lowering himself down to sit on Pez’s lap. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about.”

“You,” Pez admits, wrapping his arms around Liam.

Liam smiles, a blush tinting his tanned cheeks. “Good things?”

“The best things,” Pez laughs, kissing along Liam’s jaw. “Like how happy you make me…” he says, smiling into Liam’s skin as he moves to his neck. “And how good you are to me.”

Liam sighs, tilting his head to help Pez continue with his ministrations. “Well… you deserve it, and I love you.”

He leans up to kiss Liam; he doesn’t deserve this amazing man in his arms… but thanks for loving me, he thinks. Cause you’re doing it perfectly.

“I love you too,” he says against Liam’s lips, before kissing them again.

[jloisse]

Schiappa dans Playboy, Dussopt dans Têtu, Macron dans Pif Gadget

🗣️Henri Guaino: "Tout ça est malsain, dérangeant et ne fait qu'abîmer les institutions. Ces gens sont ministres et l'un est président de la République ! Il y a une forme de provocation, de mépris !"

[tche-rien]

Lui c'est un peu comme la Schiappa !

Que ça passe dans playboy ou écrive un livre débile sur ses exploits d'en dessous du nombril, passe encore, mais que ÇA, ça se retrouve ministre !

[oelnet]

Marlène Schiappa dans « Playboy » : la ministre Isabelle Rome très critique - Paris Match

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[rabiulalom66]

FRENCH GOVERNMENT MINISTR UNDER FIRE FOR PLAYBOY MAGAZINE COVER

[brucediana]

Bruce locks Diana’s hands into those shackles Vandal Savage put her in in ‘Maid of Honour,’ pulls off his top to expose his broad, heaving chest, then kisses Diana passionately, fondling her thighs and her bum, then eases down her starry bikini panties. How does Diana react?

Well, first of all, thanks for sending an ask to me, @theknightofivanhoe It has been a while since I received one and sorry it took me a while to reply.

How does Diana react, you ask? How about a full-blown fanfic.

Batman had wanted to try something for a long time. She had been the one to lead them in their passionate nights, but he wanted something different this time. Wonder Woman stood in front of him with her regal presence emanated in the room.

He had recreated the same cell that she had been imprisoned when Vandal Savage had captured her. It was a fantasy of his to have her in shackles and be in control of her.

He walked towards her. With every forward step he took, she took a step back until she was backed up against the wall. She looked up and before she could blink, he had shackled both her wrists up.

Diana licked her lips at the sight of him taking off the top of his suit, revealing his perfectly chiseled, glistening sweat. He pulled off his gloves and threw them somewhere across the room. He had left his cowl on and had that playboy smirk dancing upon his lips. She pouted at him and all she got from him was that sly smirk.

He proceeded to tease her with his callous hand until it rested behind her rump. She gasped when he slapped and squeezed it so hard that it echoed throughout the dingy cell.

Bruce moved closer, and cupped her cheek, and softly kissed her lips, but before she could deepen the kiss, he pulled away. His hands continued to roam down her long flawless legs. He always loved the feeling of them wrapped around his waist.

She watched him travel fiery kisses downwards, his hand rubbing her rump. She let out small moans of delight. His hand drifted to the hem of her panties and slowly slipped them down until they pooled at her feet.

Diana could feel his hot breath against her awaiting mound, wondering what he was going to do next. He looked up at her and she knew behind those opaque lenses, she could feel his desire piercing through.

"Gods, Bruce," She shuddered between clenches teeth when he began to tease her clit. He could feel his tongue work his magic. Whenever she tried to wriggle free, he would stop and stare at her. "Stop moving or I'll stop," he spoke in his usual Batman tone and gods, that stirred the fire in her even more.

They both knew she had the strength to break free from being bounded, but she somehow had wanted Bruce to continue the torture.

Bruce kneeled and lifted her legs, letting them rest on his broad shoulders. His hands wrapped around her thighs, drawing her hips closer to him. He kissed her mound and began to work his tongue again.

Diana wished she could pull back his cowl so she could see his face. She threw her head back and gasped as his cunning tongue slipped in and out, circling back and forth. Her hands tightened into fists. Gods, Bruce was torturing her and she loved every second of it.

Diana could feel her climax building up inside her, a fire that only Bruce could ignite. She murmured his name like a prayer. That urged Bruce to continue his minstrations. She could feel the vibrations of his groans and moans against her mound. He licked and sucked her sweet spot, knowing already how to bring her to climax.

Diana jerked her hips closer to him, trying her best not to put too much of her strength. The shackles began to loosen as continued to struggle under his spell. Her moans grew louder and louder.

"Bruce." He looked up at the sound of his name, his eyes beaming into hers without ever stopping his ministrations. "Please."

Bruce stood up and pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect length. He grabbed her legs again and wrapped them around his waist. He rested his hand on her cheek and brushed his thumb against her trembling lower lip. His eyes never tore away from her as he slowly fully entered her. She gasped at the feel of him finally inside her. Diana seized the opportunity to reach for him and pulled off his cowl, revealing his handsome face.

Then, he jerked his hips forward, Diana let out a loud gasp. He chuckled and continued to thrust inside her in a slow pace. "Faster," she whispered against her ear before licking the lobe. He obliged her by thrusting faster and faster. Her fingers curled into his sweaty hair and pulled him in a for a searing kiss.

Gods, she felt another buildup of her climax. "Harder," She screamed as she tilted her head back. Bruce rested his head on the crook of her neck, gasping out heaves of breaths as he obliged her with her request.

"Fuck," Diana heard him grunt against her skin. "Bruce," she screamed his name as her climax rushed all over her body. "That's right, Princess. Fuck Bruce."

Bruce captured her lips, muffling his groans as he followed her to climax. Diana broke the chains in one tug and wrapped her arms around his neck. She let out a sigh as she rested her forehead against his.

"You never cease to amaze me, Bruce." She said before placing a quick kiss on his lips. "It is the Knight's duty to please his Princess."

Noticing they were both sweaty from their heated encounter, Bruce asked, "Round two, perhaps?"

Diana brushed her thumb against his flushed cheek, "Best of three, but only if I get to tie you up this time."

[zeeroweenies]

put a spell on you

ft. hakkai

cw ✿ blowjob ; sneaking around ; drugs → weed ; dry humping ; heavy kissing/petting ; tiddy sucking ; playboy hakkai n his lil bimbo ; minors don’t read/interact or blocked.

visuals - x x IGHT we gone try this again 🙏🏾 t*mblr you better put my shit in the mf tags bitch i’m not playing with yo ass

If there was one thing about the Shiba siblings, they threw wicked fucking parties; a house as huge as theirs was perfect for the complete ragers they hosted, crowds coming in at the hundreds just to be able to day they went. Most times people would have to get rolled out on a stretcher from how wild they got. Nevertheless, it was always the place you wanted to be, you couldn’t miss it. This one was no different, the theme for the function lining up with Halloween.

God, it was loud too. Being an uproar of explicit music blasting through the speakers, warm bodies grinding on top of one another, and colorful strobe lights that could damn near blind someone if they looked directly at them. You and Yuzuha were broken off from the sea of bodies and found solace in her kitchen, making small talk and stirring some bubbly alcoholic concoction poured in a plastic red cup, occasionally having to chase off some loser who’d come up and try to bag your number for cool points.

There were only ever three things going on at a party thrown in the Shiba household: drinking until you black out, smoking until you’re higher than the moon, and fucking until daybreak when the party’s been well over. And there was only one person you had your eye on fucking, and that was Hakkai. Though you hated that he made you have to sneak around like some cheap booty call, keeping the status of your “relationship” under wraps from everyone in both of your respective friend groups. But you still let him pull you away when he called for you, giving you the usual tick of his indigo colored low-cut that reminded you just what you came here to do, both of you slithering away with excuses of having to use the bathroom.

And it was no surprise when you two ended up back in his room and away from the flock of people, your legs placed on either side of Hakkai’s lap with your perfectly manicured nails scratching eagerly at the nape of his neck and lips smashed together in messy kisses that left you both breathless. He couldn’t even keep up with the pace you were going, little mewls and tiny gasps that left rushes of heat against his mouth, cunt involuntarily sliding back and forth to grind down on the tent in his pants.

“Baby, slow down.”

It’s like you’re not even listening to him, instead using the opportunity to slip past his sweet lips that made you moan lowly from how good his tongue tasted, feeling his hands all over your ass as he squeezed and smacked the soft flesh to gain your obviously occupied attention, making you meet his deep indigo eyes with a whine. “Wanna fuck,” your hips still move with his despite the thumb pinching down on it in attempt to stop your ministrations. “You always wanna fuck, that the only thing you got up there?”

“Please, Kai.” The pupils of your eyes larger than saucers. ‘Stop being so mean,’ you wanted to say, but you knew in the end that wouldn’t get you what you wanted. If Hakkai wanted to give you something he’d do it, but he’d do it on his own terms. And judging from how stingy he is with his dick, being a brat is only going to make your expectations go in the opposite direction.

“What’s up with this outfit,” his gaze lowered to the skimpy costume that clings to the curves of your figure, further ignoring your pleas to see just how flustered you’d get. Something about the playful smirk that lingered on his features just moments before made you think he was doing this on purpose.

His thick fingers eventually found the tops of the vinyl bodysuit in seconds, eyes glazing over from the weight of your tits in his hands that came spilling out of your top, taking pleasure in squeezing one firmly in his palm while swirling one of your nipples that was already hardened from the cool air of the room in his mouth. “Your tits are all out, I don’t want anyone seein’ my girls but me.”

“I wanted to impress you, you don’t like it?”

“Yeah, but you look like a little slut. Who’re you tryin’ to look good for, huh?” His sentence carried a joking tone, a small smirk making the scar on his lip stretch, but it only made your lips form the poutiest pout you could give, and Hakkai swore he saw the ears of the bunny-eared headband you wore slowly wilt. “Don’t call me names, Kai.”

Hakkai knew you were sensitive and sometimes he forgot, forgot how you could make the biggest deal out of even the tiniest things just because it hurt your little feelings. Still, he never wanted to see a pout on your pretty face, even if you weren’t actually dating, and especially if he was the one who put it there. “M’sorry baby, I’m sorry.” The softness of his lips on your chest influences a horde of butterflies in the pit of your stomach, and your pussy. “Just don’t want anybody lookin’ at my girl like that, that’s all.”

“M’not your girl, remember.”

The sound of your voice holds a slight edge to it, as if you were talking back. Were you getting smart with him? Nah, you couldn’t be, you never were all that bright to begin with. Perhaps you let your words slip, forgotten who you’re talking to. He knows how much power in what’s below his belt has over you, and you won’t do anything to compromise that.

“Keep it up, and you’re not getting any dick tonight.”

The implication alone made you tighten up in response, pouring out apologies in an instant with the sulky pout on your lips long gone and replaced with furrowed brows as you palmed his half-hard dick through his pants. “M’really sorry Kai… just wanted to sit on your cock,” You made an effort to sweeten your tone towards him, managing the most innocent eyes you could. “Can I sit on it… please?”

The boisterous music pouring into the cracks of the door beat through his chest, almost as heavy as the weight of your words that has his blood rushing downwards and making his cock throb. Hakkai wasn’t used to this. He’s a… ‘hit it and quit it’ kinda guy, it’s been like that ever since he started college.

He’s never been too good with the ladies growing up, he could barely even speak two words to a girl without pissing his pants or running away like some weirdo freak. But that all changed when college rolled around, girls practically flocked to him and it made his ego inflate, he broke out of his shell and soon became the ladies man around campus. He was dicking down a new bitch every other night, and no one could tell him shit now. He was, in every sense, the shit.

It seems you had other plans, though. Hakkai’s made it clear to you on multiple occasions that he’s not looking for anything ‘serious’ right now, under the impression you’d just be a quick fuck to get his rocks off like every other girl that strolled in and out of his house never to be seen again. Until you were staying around longer than usual— leaving him to wake up with you cozily nestled up under him every morning when you should’ve been gone. Hakkai should’ve kicked you to the curb a long time ago, but he can’t seem to figure out why. Maybe it’s because you’re dumber than a box of rocks with lips that look like they’ve never gone a day without lipgloss, and a pussy that makes it hard for him to successfully pull out sometimes.

Even as he stares at you right now, he can’t help the contentment that manifests into a smile at how you’re like putty in his lap. “You wanna ride my dick?” He slides the serial killer mask that sits on the top of his forehead to hang off of his neck, big hands sliding down until they grip your ass, fingers using their strength to shred your tights from the back. The air is filled with a tearing sound, a barely audible one that makes you keen. “How bad do you want it?”

The nerves in your body are responsive as your mouth is, not caring that he ripped your tights to shreds because it makes your core ache and your thighs clench on his lap, voice as needy and desperate as it always is. “So bad, Kai, so so bad.”

Good god.

His dick soon comes free from the confines of his costume, standing tall and making your eyes glaze over when they fall back to him, an expression on your made-up features that practically says, ‘Can I?’

“Go on and sit on it, show me why I keep you around.”

The seat of your bodysuit is moved to the side with the quickness as you take hold of Hakkai’s hardened cock, the lack of panties you had simply forgotten to wear giving you easy access to slip him inside.

You were so wet, slick coating your shaky thighs and the glistening head of Hakkai’s cock that you didn’t expect him to slide in so quickly, slowly stretching the entrance of your hole as your puffy lips struggled to spread around him. “It won’t fit,” a cry of frustration tumbles from your pouty lips, the pain that the blunt tip of his cock leaves eased by the wet, dizzying kisses he traces on your neck and chest.

“It’ll fit,” he mumbles into the valley of your soft tits, thumb easing quiet circles onto your swollen clit to quell your tiny sobs. “Keep goin’, you can take it.”

Nine. That’s how many inches Hakkai’s cock is. And you take all of them like you always do, crying into his shoulder with tears stinging the backs of your sockets as he guides you with two gentle hands at your sides, pussy sucking his cock in inch by inch.

“Oh my god, Kai,” You gasp. “Too, you’re too—”

“Big?” You can feel him smile against your mouth, pecking your lips as your clit reaches his base. He’s all the way inside. “I know, you can do it baby, make me proud.”

“I can’t,” you’re incoherent, the fullness alone has you stuttering and shaking your head with your acrylics weakly clawing into his flesh. The grit of his voice in your ear sends a wave of pleasure down your spine as he presses his thumb a little too harshly into your hip. “You wanna cum, work for it.”

It doesn’t take long for you to get your little crybaby act together and do what he tells you to. You always do, after all. Slowly dragging your hips up and down as your walls finally began to accommodate his thickness, relaxing around him with heavy pants and slow rubs to your clit that helped relieve the ache between your center and began to increase your pace.

The air was heavy and thick with lust and marijuana smoke, presumably from the blunt Hakkai had lit way before he called you up to his room. He leaned back onto both of his elbows, taking occasional drags from the joint that took on an ashen and burnt orange color at the end where it was lit, eyes glimmering with desire watching you bounce on his cock. “God, fuck, just like that.”

“Like this?” You make an effort to roll your hips into his, hands planted on his midsection to steady yourself. “I’m doing good?”

A groan buries itself at the base of his throat, “So good, gonna make me fucking cum, shit,”

The ears of your headband bounce with your movements, tits jiggling and your cunt leaving behind a transparent white layer of cream around his entire length, you swear you can almost feel him in your tummy too. “You feel so good inside me, you’re so deep, Kai,” a breathless whimper escapes your lungs, the feeling of sweet pleasure building up in your core whenever you feel his tip hit your soft spot, hole slightly pulsing and tightening.

“I feel it… m’gonna, let me cum, p-please,”

Hakkai at last sits up, both hands encompassing the base of your throat and lightly pressing on it making your head spin, bloodshot eyes lidded and glazed over from his high. “Cum hard as you can for me.”

All of your senses tune out and all you can feel is the sweetness of your orgasm when he says so, wetting his and your thighs with your slick as you spasm around his cock, drenching him in cum as your lips part wide and chant out something of “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as you ride out your high as long as you can.

You look so pretty to him, all fucked out and crying on his cock with tears soaking those pretty falsies right off your lash line. So pliant, and he’s not sure if it’s him or the Halloween spirit that makes you so docile to him but he doesn’t care, he feels fucking powerful. You’re obedient. Just like he trained you.

The latex knee high boots you decided to wear settle on the ground the second he tells you to get on your fucking knees, the cool polished marble bruising up your sore shins as your hole leaks the previous loads he’s already fucked into your cunt, dainty hands resting between the softness of his thighs where his legs are parted to stroke his cock in front of you.

“Got some more since you want it so bad, you hungry?” A smirk befalls his handsome features when you nod your head like a greedy slut, not even having to tell you to open up before your mouth is licking the underside of his dick, eliciting a hiss from its sensitivity of already cumming before. Not too long after he’s shooting another load inside of you, but this time it’s down your throat instead of your pussy.

Coating your taste buds in bitter-sweetness that has your head empty and eyes shining in adoration. “Got manners?” He tugs you in close by your bow-tie, a lazy smile pulling at the sides of your once glossy lips as white cream leaks from the sides of your mouth.

“Thank you, Kai.”

[quillsanddaydreams]

dating sirius

sirius black x reader

—author's note: You have no idea how happy I was to write this fluffy little piece. I’m gonna be honest, it’s more for myself than anyone else and you can see my love for Sirius here. So what does dating Sirius include?

—warning(s): mentions of food, there are some sexual headcanons but those combined at the end and are given a head’s up at the beginning. gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren't used).

—word count: 864

→ Okay, so I think we can all agree on the fact that Sirius Black doesn’t do “relationships”. He prefers casual flings to commitment. But you— you are different to him. Maybe because of the fact that people don’t stay long enough to get to know him, actually form a connection rather than simple attraction. You however, you knew him. Sirius was close to you before you even started to date, and you meant a lot to him. He didn’t want to lose you.

→ It happens slowly, how he realizes that he actually likes you. What he has with you cannot be just friendship. Not when he wants to kiss you so bad. So he does what any mature person in his place would do— he hides his new found feelings. While you cannot understand why he is acting so weird, Sirius has a hard time trying to curb his emotions. The marauders eventually get frustrated by his state and make him confess everything to you. Playboy of the century gets flustered when you just cradle his face and kiss him in return. He did not expect that, he was ready to hear that his feelings were not reciprocated.

→ The two of you start dating after, keeping your relationship quiet until Sirius is ready for it. The other marauders tease him endlessly seeing the lovesick fool you made him. You could ask for anything and he would try to get it for you. “Cheesy” wasn’t something you would call your relationship, but anyone could see just how much you two adored each other. It wasn’t long before everyone knew about the two of you. Apparently, people knew Sirius was whipped for you even before you started dating. He would take you on casual dates maybe long bike rides, trip to the nearest pizzeria or just having fun at a local arcade.

→ Sirius loves to touch you. Not necessarily in a sexual way— maybe just holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, kissing you out of the blue. It still surprises him, the fact that he is really dating someone, that he is dating you. He values all the affection the two of you exchange. Especially when you hold him in a way that says, ‘I care for you’. It makes him soft. You knew he wasn’t much of a cuddler but he loves to simply lay his head on your lap as you run your hands through his hair or maybe you just placing your head on his shoulder after a long day.

→ I think Sirius as a boyfriend believes in actions rather than words, maybe because expressing his feelings has never been his strong forte. So he’ll take care of you in small ways that people would usually look over. He’ll save some food when you’re late so you can quietly eat it at the back of the class. He would help you relax or distract you after you work for long hours, try and cook for you even though he doesn’t know how— just to see the smile on your face. He isn’t afraid to get up and help you whenever possible. Gifts from him would have more meaning than worth and would never fail to tear you up because he remembered a tiny detail about you! Sirius would then probably shrug it off as nothing but fail to not smile when you pepper him with kisses and hugs.

→ Protectiveness is something that comes to Sirius naturally. He hates to see you hurt and somewhere deep down he just feels that he loves you and needs to protect you. It’s one of things love mean for him. He would transform into padfoot whenever he sees you hurt. You would spend hours playing with him in his dog form. Sirius would demand scratches from you, whining when he wouldn’t get much attention. He was every embodiment of a man-child.

Coming onto nsfw-ish headcanons:

→ Sirius would definitely be the first one to initiate sexual intimacy. Sliding his hand on your thigh a little higher, kissing more heatedly, leaving lingering touches that make you warmer. It’s up to you to take it further, he’s ready to wait for as long as you need. Your first time is a makeout session turning into something more. He starts slow, taking his sweet time leaving open mouthed kisses everywhere he could, biting and teasing you. You’re desperate for a release by the time he’s done with his ministrations. Knowing Sirius— it’s needless to say, you both are well satisfied and spent by the end.

→ After that, you two are pretty much insatiable— making for all the time you wasted. It’s not rare that Sirius would be seeing sneaking with you into his room. Kissing often lead to heavy makeout sessions which evolved you having sex. Sirius got immensely turned on if you pulled or tugged at his hair or kissed and sucked his neck. He loved everything about you and his eyes would get impossibly darker every time he saw you naked. His eyes would rake through your body and you couldn’t help but feel the most beautiful person in the world.

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[divina-yae]

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗍 𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗍. 𝖲𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗈𝗁

❥𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍

▸ A/N Just a little idea that was stuck in my head that somehow turned into 1.3k words.

Managing the Seijoh boy’s volleyball club was by no means an easy task, you knew such would be the case coming in. Along with your expected duties, you were also tasked with wrangling the boys. Between the third years and Kyōtani, you definitely had your work cut out for you.

Like today for example. Oikawa’s fan girls had followed him to practice, and instead of dismissing them, the playboy idiot was instead entertaining them. For twenty minutes you and some of the others had desperately tried to herd them out of the gym, but to no avail.

It wasn’t until you raised your voice at them and shoved Oikawa out of the way that they finally dispersed. Watari, Kunimi, Kindaichi, and Yahaba, who were all stuck outside due to the mob, nearly got trampled by the exiting girls.

Oikawa, now on the receiving end of your anger, was complaining that you were just giving him shit.

“Yeah, I’m giving you shit! Practice has been delayed for nearly half an hour! Four of your teammates were practically trampled and Iwa looks like he’s about to burst a blood vessel!” You exclaimed, gesturing behind him to the furious third year.

Oikawa blanched, not daring to turn and meet Iwaizumi’s eyes. “Aw, don’t be like that, Manager-chan,” he cooed, “I promise it won’t happen again!”

“Damn straight! Do you know how much work-” Oikawa’s hand patting your head cut you off abruptly. You paused, slightly confused, as your shoulders relaxed and your scowl softened to a small frown.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). It won’t happen again, okay?” You pursed your lips, your anger leaving you. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go warm up.” The captain grinned slyly before ruffling your hair and running off.

Unbeknownst to you, the other third years had observed the interaction, stunned at how easily you had given up your anger. And as soon as Oikawa had given you headpats, nevertheless…

The second time it happened, you weren’t angry, but you weren’t in a good mood, nonetheless. A pop quiz had, obviously, caught you by surprise, and although you didn’t fail, you certainly hadn’t achieved any scores you were proud of.

The disappointment had carried throughout the day and was affecting your mood during practice. It didn’t take long for the boys to take notice of your dejected demeanor, especially since they were used to your wide smiles and consistent encouragement. Frankly, it had them more than a bit worried.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N).”

You turned to Mattsun and Makki, your eyebrow raised. Any other day, you’d find their antics amusing, but today you just wanted to get out of here so you could sleep off your slump. Still, you forced a smile on your face for their benefit.

“Hey, guys. Need help with something?” Mattsun’s eyes narrowed and suddenly his face was directly in front of yours. “Are you okay?” You stumbled back, startled. “Um, y-yeah… just been a long day,” you muttered.

“Hmm… are you sure? Do you need anything?” You simply blinked, not quite being able to decipher Makki’s tone. “...What? Uh, no…” Matsukawa grinned before tugging you to his chest.

You yelped at the abruptness, but the sound died on your tongue when a hand landed on your head. You peaked past Issei’s chest and saw Makki carefully patting your hand. “Just relax, (Y/N)!” Takahiro exclaimed, sounding awfully proud of himself.

“Yeah, this is nice, right?” Issei added. You nodded, relaxing as told. “Yeah… it’s nice.”

And it was, despite its unconventionality.

“Are you sure you don’t need help? It’s really not a big deal, (Y/N)?” Iwaizumi was standing behind you, arms crossed as he watched you pretty much climb a tall shelf to grab a roll of bandages from the top.

“(Y/N), please. You’re going to fall and hurt yourself-” Your fingertips grazed the bandages and you beamed. “Got it, Iwa! See, I’m fine-!” You stepped down, but the roll caught on a book, bringing it down with you.

It seemed to fall towards you in slow motion, but all too quickly the spine was landing on your forehead. “Ouch, shit!” Iwaizumi rushed towards you, crouching beside you, concern clouding his face.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?!” You rubbed your head, trying to soothe the pain, but to no avail. “It hurts, Iwa,” You whispered, embarrassed. Instead of responding with an ‘I told you so’, he sat beside you, his hand coming under your chin.

He tilted your face from side to side, presumably looking for a mark. “There’s a small bruise, but ice should help,” He stated, sighing. You nodded, a weak smile on your face. “Thanks, Iwa.” He returned your smile before hesitating a little.

You watched as his hand slowly reached towards you, already having an inkling of what he was attempting to do. A small smile pulled at your lips as he proceeded to pat your head, in what he clearly hoped was a soothing gesture.

You offered him a smile for his efforts and you could see him visibly relax. “So… headpats?” He questioned, withdrawing his hand.

You chuckled, sheepishly, shrugging. “I guess. I didn’t realize how calming they were until Oikawa did it. Iwaizumi huffed, amused as he stood and extended a hand to you.

“Let’s go get you some ice, yeah?”

“Aww, c’mon sweets! We’ll have fun, I promise! If, for some reason, you don’t, you can leave at any time! What do you say, my house after the game?”

You picked up your pace, weaving in between people, desperately trying to lose the persistent stranger. It was more than a little difficult to shake him, however, seeing that you were in a only semi-crowded hallway at a school you’d never been to before.

“I already know that I won’t have fun, so how about we stop wasting each other’s time?” You called back, desperately. Your pursuer was gaining and you felt your stomach drop as he reached out to you.

In your panic, you didn’t notice the turquoise and white jersey in front of you until you were crashing into it. You fell back harshly, but a hand caught your wrist, hauling you back up. “What the hell is going on?”

Never in your life had you been so relieved to see Kyōtani and his pissed off expression. You thanked whoever up top had been listening to your desperate semi prayers and tried to move away from the stranger. Another hand, however, stopped you in your tracks and pulled you backwards.

A short scream left your lips as you were all but yanked into the boys’ arms, despite your struggles. “It’s none of your business, but I was just talking to the pretty lady,” He snarked, further upsetting Kyōtani.

Kyōtani growled, not even hesitating before brutally shoving the other boy to the ground. “It is when you’re fucking with my manager. Get lost.” After seeing feral expression on the faux blonde’s face, he didn’t waste a minute, instead scurrying away.

You sighed in relief, beyond happy he was gone. “Thank you, Kyo, I don’t know how much longer I could’ve held him off,” You murmured, hugging yourself.

The spiker grunted, looking away. “Stay with us next time. Are… you okay, or whatever?” You shrugged weakly, your gaze falling to his hand.

As much as Kyōtani was the last person you’d want to ask for any kind of physical affection from him, you were more than a little desperate for something familiar to calm your nerves.

Wordlessly, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your head. For a moment, Kyōtani did nothing except blink in shock at your forwardness, but your expectant gaze spurred him on. Somewhat awkwardly, he complied, averting his gaze in a (failed) attempt to hide the pink tint coloring his cheeks from you.

“Is this going to be a thing or something?” He muttered, lowly, still not having stopped his ministrations. You smiled fondly, thinking over the boy’s previous behavior over the last week and a half.

“I hope so, Kyo. It’s… nice.”

And it was.

[cherry-gemz]

Only You: Ransom Drysdale x You

Summary: You and Ransom are an unlikely pair: different social classes, different personalities. But you find yourself together, but after an eventful evening, will it last?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+, mention of smut, slight dom!/sub!, tw violence, anger, roleplaying

A/N: My entry for @the-ce-horniest-book-club drabbles. This is meant to be silly roleplay. Just what the reader and Ransom do to spicy things up. I do not condone violence or any aggressive behavior. Everyone has consent. Under 18 DNI, pls.

Prompt: "I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. A devilish smirk appeared and then his face remained still.

Maybe I went too far, you thought. He's going to kill me.

***

Ransom Drysdale. His name was well known in the tri-state area: prolific playboy, a different woman on his arm every week. The only child of Richard Drysdale and Linda Thrombey, and grandson of Harlan Thrombey, a successful writer and mystery novelist extraordinaire. His arrogance and charisma originally turned you off though.

As the New England Club tennis instructor, you found yourself loathing the bratty socialite at first. His extreme good looks and physique were of course delicious to look at, but when he started up lessons with you, you nearly quit. He was a cocky son-of-a-bitch. Never much for small talk on the court.

The Thrombey's in general were self pretentious jerks; leeching off the renowned writer that started his publishing company from the ground up. Not quite old money, but definitely not new. No, the Thromby's were definitely fat cats when talking of wealth and status, but underneath all the designer clothing and flashy cars were hypocritical jerks and wankers. They weren't the self made millionaires as they proclaimed. No, Daddy Thrombey had every part in their success. Without his help, they'd be a fisherman's family.

But Ransom, oh Ransom. You were abhorrently disgusted at how he talked to the staff at the club. Shouting at the waiters when they got his whiskey or scotch order incorrect. Tossing plates at the hostess when his steak wasn't prepared to his likening. Even the pro shop boys were afraid of him that one time he went all Mcintyre on his newly strung racket.

But with you he was different. No, with you he was charming, polite...sweet even. Which made you weary even more of his intentions. He hadn't half bad at the game either, you thoroughly enjoyed playing a match with him. He took a lot of his aggression and stress out on the court and it was fun being competitive.

Eventually he asked you out for a drink, after two times of declining you accepted...mainly because you were curious of how a lazy, spoiled, man-child that was pushing early thirties, could still be so damn attractive.

So that date became two...those two dates became a month. And before you knew it, you were together six months and shocked that he was still entertained. The girls at the front desk were always flirting with him, but ever since you two were dating, he only had eyes for you.

And you for him. Until one night at a local restaurant, where while you waited for him to arrive, you sat at the bar nursing your dry martini. The man that Ransom accused you of sleeping with was attractive. A bit older than what you'd dated in the past, but attractive nonetheless.

"Here alone?" His voice was like butter as he pulled the stool next to you. You crossed your legs and flashed a thigh, your elongated stems were velvety and smooth from a wax appointment earlier that morning. You bit into the green olive and pulled it slowly off the wooden pick, your lips pursed and enticing, stained with a bordeaux wine color.

"Not exactly," you purred as you looked him up and down. His trim physique and armani suit was to be impressed by.

"Well, if you were my date I would never leave your side," he replied as he motioned to the bartender.

You leaned over the bar, pushing your chest up, giving ample viewing.

"Is that right?"

"Indeed. Why, I would kiss the ground you walk on, you're Aphrodite in the flesh."

You smile and giggle at the attention you receive. Unaware that Ransom had arrived and was watching the two of you from afar. The man slinked his hand on your thigh and you startle.

"I have a hotel room not too far from here, what do you say?"

You chest began to burn at the touch of his rough hands. Hands you were not used to. Why, the ones that would caress you down were soft, strong, and lean. Ones that never worked a day in their life.

You grab his hand and twist his wrist and unrelent. Gritting a smile through your teeth, you whisper in the intruder's ear.

"I say, if you lay another finger on me, you'll be peeing through a catheter for a week."

The man whimpered as you released your grip. Ransom barged between you two and decked him square in the jaw.

"You asshole!" He shouted as some patrons screamed. "Don't touch her."

Your intruder fell flat to the ground and everyone stared.

"C'mon, Y/N," Ransom's voice bellowed.

"I'm not done with my drink," you jest.

"I'll buy you a million more elsewhere, let's go."

The man got up slowly and rubbed his jaw, he started to yell obscenities, but security arrived and whisks him away.

"Did you know that guy?" He demanded. His east coast accent always came out thicker when he raised his voice.

You cooly take a sip of your drink, "What? Of course not."

"Yous looked like you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I'm not here for like five seconds and you already have a guy drooling over you. You let him touch you, Y/N!"

"I didn't let him do anything," you pull your compact out of your clutch and fix the crease of your eyelid makeup and brush it with your finger. You snap your compact shut and you can feel Ransom's temper build. His blood boiling, the nerve of that man. Touching you. Thinking that he could satisfy you. It got you hot that Ransom was jealous.

"Well what did you say to him? I saw you whisper in his ear!"

"I just warned him to not touch me again. I can handle myself Ran."

"You've been sleeping with him."

"That's rich, Ransom."

"Tell me I'm wrong."

You look at him dead straight in the eye, "You're wrong." His chest puffed, his cheeks red. He was showing a different side of him.

"Ransom doesn't like to share," you smirk and he slips his hand behind the small of your back.

"I won't ask again, Y/N. Let's go."

You sit up from the stool, "That was you asking?"

"You know what, Y/N…"

"What?"

"We're over."

Your heart drops to your stomach and you want to puke. We're over? Why? Because of some dumb misunderstanding? Is he serious?

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. You storm out of the restaurant with him quickly behind you. Your heels pound on the cement as you turn the corner around the dark building. The sound of the harbor waves and the rocking of the boats can be heard from a distance.

"Y/N."

You continue to stride along the brick wall, the moon shone above the inked sky.

"Y/N!" He repeated as he grasped you by the hips. You peered into his blue eyes and searched for answers. He stared intently into yours and didn't say anything. Within seconds, he smashed his lips onto yours, smearing the once perfectly colored lips. His hands cupped your face with a strong hold and you grabbed his dress shirt collar and pressed your body into his.

His hands roam up and down your silhouette, then they find themselves on your globes and he clutches your ass.

He grunts through the kiss as you sigh seductively. He peppers his kisses down your cheek to your neck and sucks on your chest, leaving a mark.

"Ran…" you say breathlessly as his left hand trails up your thigh.

"You are mine…" he coos as you nod.

"Yes, baby…"

"He had no right to touch you."

"No, it was bad. You taught him a lesson."

"You've been bad, it's your turn for a lesson," he whispers in your ear as he inserts his tongue and runs it along your lobe. Chills rub up and down your body and you build a pool between your legs.

"So bad…" you tease.

"Y/N…" he says as you grasp his excitement through his trousers.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what baby?" He asks as he slips a digit beneath your panties.

"That we're over," you squeak as you close your eyes and he continues to pleasure you.

"Yes…" he ramps up his ministrations and you grab his wrist, unhappy with his answer. He smiles devilishly.

"Ransom!"

He stops, but doesn't leave his hand from your folds. He looks earnestly in your eyes, even though the unlit side of the restaurant, you can tell he's exposed and being real.

"In ways that I'm done hiding, baby. No more. I want you to be my girl, I want to tell everyone."

This is the Ransom that you know, not the man who hated his family and has never had a nice thing said about him. No, he's a complicated one, but he's yours.

"W-what?" You choke. You had been on the down low all these months considering you were his tennis instructor. You'd be fired for breaching the conflict of interest with a client, and you weren rich like him. The strutiny you'd receive from his family, from the town. All eyes would be on you. He cups your cheek with his free hand.

"Move in with me, baby. I'm crazy about you. I don't want anyone else. You're it, doll."

"Ran…"

"What do you say?" He asks as he starts to pleasure you once again and stifle a giggle.

"You are nuts," you reply as you see stars.

"Fine. But next time I choose the roleplaying, tonight got out of hand," you say and shove him playfully.

"Sure thing, baby. Whatever you say."

[sakurology]

Brainrot Kinktober 10/23

bet on it

Pegging: Nishinoya Yū x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none really, just pegging the best boy

Word Count: 973

A/N: Happy belated birthday to my mf baby. Peg Noya 2020. That is all. It’s what he deserves- also this will be a VERY self-indulgent ktober prompt for me... not sorry.

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“Happy birthday, playboy,” you teasingly hum, posing in the doorway of your bedroom. Nishinoya’s gaze upon your figure has never been uncommon; even before you’d gotten together, you’d always see him staring at you. And now here they were, huge and brown, in the familiar gaze that always allured you. While your bedroom was dark, the soft glow of the two candles in the windowsill illuminated him just enough to be able to stare back.

He was unmoving, but his eyes scanned your figure as you crawled onto the bed. The hair on his skin was standing on end as you took up his face in your hands, offering him a warm, loving smile.

“Cat got your tongue, Nishi?”

“N-no,” he stuttered. “I- it's just- you…”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, causing him to inhale sharply.

“You’re so perfect.” He always thought that of you.

“Go ahead,” you cooed. “Tell me what you want then, baby.” Your hand trailed down to the bulge in his boxers, cock twitching under your touch as your fingers traced his outline. He moaned into the crook of your neck, eagerly nodding as his own hands reached for the red plastic strap you were wearing, his personal birthday gift from you. He couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend to be honest. Always willing to give just as much to him as he gave to you.

“Please, Y/N… just, do it already,” he managed to choke out. He was already rock hard, and you’d barely even touched him. You pushed him off of you, getting up from the bed and grabbing the bottle of lube you’d gotten the day before.

“Go. All fours, baby boy-“ you directed, pumping your now sticky hand across the plastic. Nishinoya nearly ripped his boxers from his body, scrambling into position on the bed, bracing himself.

“Ass in the air just like I like it- I love you so much, Nishi. Always so good for me.”

You teased around him for a moment, tickling his back to ease the split seconds of pain he felt as you settled inside of him. His back arched at the feeling of being full, each and every muscle in his body tensing and then slowly relaxing as you fully bottomed out. A desperate wail came from his throat as he bit down on the pillow in front of him.

“So good.” You repeated your praise, soothing Noya by rubbing circles into his back as you started to move.

He loved the feeling of being torn apart by you. His punctuated whines and groans filled the room with confirmation as you relentlessly pounded into his ass. His own cock was painfully hard, slapping against his abdomen with each of your thrusts.

“Y/N, fuck, Y/N, Y/N,” he chanted your name like a mantra, eyes going crossed as he dipped his head back down onto the mound of pillows.

“Look up at me, baby,” you purred, hand reaching down to his length, wrapping your fingers around it and slowly twisting your wrists.

Nishinoya’s body shot up, dangerously low eyes meeting yours. He could barely keep them open as his mouth formed a little ‘o’, drool starting to roll out of the sides of his mouth. He tried so hard to moan, to yell, to make any noise he could get out. You simply nodded at him: so cute, so fucked out on your pretty plastic cock.

“I know, pretty boy. I know.” Your wrist twisted a bit faster as you jerked him off, pushing away the dirty blond and chocolate brown bits of hair sticking to his sweat-riddled forehead with your free hand.

“Such a pretty fucked-out face, Nishi,” you cooed, feeling him twitching in your hand. He was close. You craned your neck down to his ear, delivering one particularly rough thrust before pausing.

“Make a wish, my love.”

You started to jackhammer into him, hand speeding up its ministrations on his cock as he started to chant a cacophony of moans and curses. With one final cry of your name, you felt his hot and sticky cum start to dribble down your hand as it spurted in front of you. Your hips rolled to a stop, and you gently pulled out as he panted, pulling you into his arms to hold you to his chest.

“I fucking love you,” he groaned, voice hoarse from all the strain it had just undergone. There was a small kiss to your forehead, then your nose, finally resting on your lips.

“Love you too baby. Happy birthday.”

You laid there for a moment, tracing hearts into his chest with your fingertips. Your eyes were starting to flutter closed for a nap when you felt him move from his spot, lips attaching to your neck and a hand already working to unclasp your bra.

“Baby what’re you-“ he pressed a finger to your lips, teeth sinking into the soft spot on your neck- the one that always made your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

“Mhm, I wished that I could make you cum just as hard as you just made me,” he mumbled against your skin, nipping the spot yet again- this time a soft mon escaped your lips.

“Is that right?” Your eyes rolled back as you mouthed your response, familiar heat rising against your skin as a light tingle brewed up at your core.

“You know that if you tell what you wished for it won’t come true right?” You teased.

“I dunno, baby, I just- have a feeling that this one will,” Nishinoya hummed, already starting to tug at the waistband of your panties, snaking a hand inside to tap a finger at your clit. He looked up at you again, loving eyes seeking approval.

“I bet you do,” you replied, eyes darkening.

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