#THis is not so good for how long I worked on it ; ~ ;

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hello author! i hope ur doing good! i would like to request a scenario wherein the dad!lads are leaving for work but their little ones don’t want them to go while clutching onto their legs. how would each of them react in that situation? i need more domestic dad! lads huhuhu thank u <3

Papa Don't Go!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

featuring ( in order ): xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb genre: fluff fluff summary: their child(ren) cling onto their leg before they go to work a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i hope you're doing good too luv! no rafayel's were harmed in the writing process of this (°ロ°) i hope this was alright and that you enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

The front door creaks open with a groan, making it echo through the quiet house. The noise was enough to stir your son from his peaceful nap. His little eyelids fluttered open, still heavy with so much sleep as he rubbed them with his chubby little fists. He thinks he must’ve slept for a while, and hearing the door open, that means Papa Xavier must be heading to work!

With the tiniest yawn, he carefully slipped out of the low bed, his small feet barely making a sound as they padded softly across the floor. Still half asleep, he staggered toward the door, sleepily shuffling as he wandered out of the room.

Sleepily, your son pads across the floor, his tiny feet making soft thuds as he reaches Xavier’s side. He tugs at the hem of Xavier’s pants, “Papa stay?” He asked with a sleepy smile.

Xavier’s heart melted at the sight. He crouched down to meet his son’s gaze, brushing his large hand gently through his soft, disheveled hair. “I wish I could..But I have to go. You can stay with mommy, okay? Let’s get you back to mom-” Before he can even finish his sentence, he feels a tiny weight against his leg, his son’s arm wrapping around his calf. Xavier’s breath hitched as his son tried to tighten and he looked down to see his little boy with the most adorably pitiful pout.

“noo..stay with me and mama..” His voice muffled as he hid his face in his pants uniform.

Xavier froze for a moment, his chest tightening. He couldn’t help but smile through the lump that had formed in his throat. “I have to go, but it won’t take long. I promise.” He murmurs, leaning down to gently peel the boy off his leg, but pauses when he hears light snoring.

Xavier let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. Carefully, he scoops his son into his arms and carries him back to bed, where you were still sleeping peacefully. He tucks you both in, pressing a kiss to your forehead before finally turning back to the door.

Zayne:

Getting to work had become manageable to say so at the least. Zayne had mastered the art of slipping out of your iron grip each morning that was refined over time. But with a new addition to the family, mornings had grown a little more difficult. He’d started leaving an hour earlier just in case there were any tears that spilled and some clinging that he assumes that she gets from you.

However, nothing could have prepared him for this morning.

Just as he reached for the front door, tiny feet pads quickly toward him and tiny arms wrap tightly around his legs, keeping him frozen in place.

“papa, don’t go..” came a soft, sleepy whine. Her voice was muffled against his pant leg, her eyes were barely open, but surprisingly, her little hands grasped him tightly. He sighed, his chest tightening as he closed his eyes for a moment before kneeling to her level.

“My love,” he murmurs gently, brushing a few wild strands of hair from her face. “I have to go. It’s too early for you to be awake right now. You should be sleeping.” he tried to gently unwind her arms from his legs, but the moment he did, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him even tighter. The sudden squeeze made him let out a soft, surprised chuckle.

“Can I go with you?” she asked, her lower lip trembling. He smiles softly, shaking his head as he places a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m afraid you’re not on my shift today,” he said with a quiet laugh. “You’re scheduled to stay here and be with your mother.”

She clung to him, blinking up at him as she thinks for a moment. “Can you make sure to take care of her while I’m gone?”

She hesitates for a moment, then gives him a solemn little nod as if accepting a very important mission. He held her close for one last hug before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her back to bed. He tucked her gently beside you.

Leaning down, he presses a kiss to her forehead, then yours. And with one last look, he slipped out the door, hoping the day would finish quickly.

Rafayel:

Rafayel crouches down, arms wide open as his kids run straight into them. He scoops them up into a group hug, squeezing them close as he presses soft kisses to the tops of their heads, letting out a heavy sigh after.

“I’m sorry my little guppies..papa has to go now.” His voice tinged with sadness.

He stood up slowly as if the act of physically parting from his family weighed him down, which it in fact did. Tonight, he was off to an exclusive art exhibition—one to which only artists and collectors were invited. He wished to bring you and the kids along, but Thomas had made it clear, no guests.

As he makes his way to the door, one of his kids jumped at him from behind while the other two rushed in from either side and wrapped themselves tightly around his legs.

“You-!”

“WAHHHH DON’T GO PAPAA,” one of them wails, their voice quivering. “Yeah! Don’t go!” Another joins, clinging even tighter to his pant leg.

Rafayel gasps, wobbling unsteadily. “Wait..my legs-!” He staggers, then drops dramatically to his knees, the child on his back now riding his shoulders. You watch from the back, already knowing where this is going. This isn’t the first time the kids have staged something like this to keep Rafayel home.

Raf groans again, throwing the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. “Oh no..I think I twisted something..my ankle..yeah, it’s definitely sprained..I can’t go to work now..”

The kids gasped. One let out a delighted, “YAYYY” clearly only hearing the part about him not going to work. The other frowns, eyes wide with concern. “Are you okay, papa?” She asks softly, patting his legs as if it were to make him feel better. “Does this help?”

He groans a little louder, but hides the corner of his mouth that’s curling into a smile. “I think..I think I should stay home with my guppies today. What do you guys think?”

Instantly, cheers erupted, and tiny arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. He was quickly buried under a pile of laughter and squeals, not caring how mad Thomas was going to be tonight.

Sylus:

“sweetie-”

“no.”

This had been going on for at least five minutes. Sylus had to hand it to her—his daughter was nothing if not persistent. She stood firm in what she thought was right while clinging stubbornly to his pant leg like it would hold him down.

If she kept this up for a while longer, Sylus would’ve started to accept the fact that his daughter might actually win this round. It was quite adorable that she thinks she’s able to stop him, and in a way, she kind of was. She was one of his soft spots, just like you. He was honestly impressed.

With a chuckle, he closed his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His little dove is just like her mother. “You really don’t want to make this easy for me, hm?”

She met his gaze and gave a fierce little adorable nod, her white pigtails bouncing. “Well, how about a deal? What’s it going to take for you to let go?”

“Stay.” She says softly, tilting her head. “Mommy and I will be sad if you go to work.” Her voice softened into a pout, eyes wide.

Sylus’s smile deepened, “Sweetie,” he said gently, “Mommy’s strong even when I’m not here. Do you think you can be strong like her? Just for a little while?”

She hesitates for a moment, lips twitching as she considers it. Slowly, her arms uncurl from his leg. “Okay, papa..” she murmurs, looking away, defeatedly. Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

With a soft sigh, he cups her small cheeks with his large hands, thumb brushing over her skin. “Hey..Since you were so good..” He said teasingly, “How about I bring back something special for you?” Her eyes immediately lit up.

“And for mommy too?!” She bounced, clapping her little hands. Sylus richly laughs, pulling her into his arms to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. Maybe that love she has for you is a part of him that she carries.

“Of course.”

Caleb:

Caleb chuckles when he feels the sudden grip of small arms wrap tightly around his legs. “Hey, c’mon, don’t make this harder for your old pops,” he says with a soft laugh, adjusting the brim of his colonel’s cap.

He bends slightly, reaching down to ruffle their hair, but both kids turn their faces into his legs, refusing to let go. A smile curls on his lips, his eyes fluttering closed for just a second. These are the moments that remind him that he’s done something right as a father.

“Alright, alright, you guys got me,” he says, playing along. “So..what’ll it take to get clearance for takeoff?”

The two exchange a glance as identical grins break across their faces. “Let’s do airplanes again, Dad!” his son shouts. “Yeah! Lift us up, daddy!” his daughter joins in.

Caleb lifts them both up into the air with ease. They squeal and giggle, their laughter echoing throughout the house as they soar around the living room. Caleb grins wide, watching them float, their fingertips grazing the ceiling.

“This is your captain speaking,” he announces in his nice pilot voice. “Captain Caleb is assisting two very important co-pilots on their path.” They glide and spin around the air until, with his careful guidance, they come in for a soft landing in your waiting arms.

“Wha-dad!” his son protests, attempting to be free from your arms, only to be gently held back by a gravitational nudge.

Caleb approaches, ruffling their hair before planting a kiss on each little forehead. “Alright, co-pilots,” he says, crouching to meet their eyes. “Your mission now is to stay on land with mom while I keep my eyes on the sky. Think you can handle that?” The children hesitate, then nod slowly.

He straightens, meeting your eyes. “I'll be home soon. I promise.” His hand lingers on your cheek as he gives you a long, lingering kiss.

From below, you both, two small voices groan in unison. “ewwww!” He chuckles against your lips, pulling back with a grin on his face. Even pilots need a little fuel before takeoff.

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ELECTRICIAN!TOJI — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...some headcanons I have about electrician!toji hehe

INFO...electrician!toji x fem!reader, nsfw content, p in v, oral (m & f receiving), praise, toji is an ex prisoner, riding, mating press, cream pie, overstim, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

electrician!toji...who is also an ex prisoner and landed this job a few months after he got released. He was thankful his cousin was able to hook him up with a job and even more thankful they hired him

electrician!toji...whose body is littered with tattoos, he swears it makes him look more intimidating because the little old ladies on the street always steer clear from him

electrician!toji...who is tall and muscular, he was working out before going to prison but started working out more due to boredom. His muscles only grew bigger and he only grew stronger (he’s gotten into his fair share of fights)

electrician!toji...who ends up getting sent to your house for a job on his day off, he expects to be welcomed by some old man but is completely caught off guard to see a pretty thing like yourself open the door with a nervous smile

electrician!toji...who comes and diagnoses the problem, taking a look at your garage sensor, complaining that it wasn’t working properly. You’re profusely apologizing like it’s your fault, and he can’t help but chuckle and reassure you it’s okay

electrician!toji...who is taken aback by your kindness, asking him if he’d like something to drink or even eat as he works. He takes you up on your offer and has a little break while you make him a nice fulfilling sandwich

electrician!toji...who keeps stealing glances at those cute little shorts you have on. He knows you probably don’t mean it, but he can’t stop staring at the little part of your ass peaking out your shorts. It only reminds him of how long it’s been since he’s been with a woman

electrician!toji...whose conversation goes smooth with you, you’re asking him about his tattoos and how likes his job, telling little jokes and making him laugh

electrician!toji...who doesn’t expect you to put your hand on his muscles, asking him how much he can lift just out of pure curiosity. He flexes his arms under your touch just to hear you giggle. “Wanna find out?”

electrician!toji...who has you hoisted up in the air like you way nothing, his thick cock pumping in and out of your dripping pussy, his hands gripping your ass while you hold onto him for dear life

electrician!toji...who has you crying out his name and cumming on his cock in damn near every room of your house, his rough hand pressing your head into the couch as he pounds into you, fucking you dumb. “Look at how much this pussy is creaming around me, baby,” he cockily says.

electrician!toji...who has your entire body shaking, his hands guiding your hips while you slowly ride him, his thick cock stretching you inch by inch. “Just like that…ah—feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”

electrician!toji...who has your legs pushed to your chest, his tongue messily lapping at your sensitive clit, fat tears streaming down your cheeks because it’s just too much. He laughs at your measly attempts to push his head away but all that fails when you’re cumming on his tongue again

electrician!toji...who doesn’t realize he has a whole bunch of missed calls from his boss, nevemind realize how much hours have gone by. The sun is already setting outside and you’re on your knees with his dick down your throat

electrician!toji...who has your legs over his shoulders, folding you into a mating press all while whispering the nastiest things in your ear. “Gonna take all this cum, huh? Yeah, good girl. This pussy is fucking perfect,” he groans, each snaps of his hips knocks the air out your chest, your eyes rolling back.

electrician!toji...who cums deep inside you, filling your pussy to the very brim, his sweaty body pressed against yours, breath hitting your skin as he tries to ground himself again

electrician!toji...who finally returns the missed calls from his boss while you’re passed out in bed literally minutes later. “I just thought I’d stay few extra hours to help her, she wanted me to look at some other stuff. It’s my day off anyway, right?” He smirks, looking over at your sleeping figure

electrician!toji...who leaves his phone number on your bedside table for “business reasons” before heading back home

electrician!toji...who’s back and biceps are still covered in scratches days later, reminding him of his time with you, the flashbacks making his dick grow hard

electrician!toji...who gets a random phone call and immediately recognizes your voice. “Heyyy, Toji, hate to ask, but..my bedroom light keeps flickering…think you can come check it out?” And he scoffs, already grabbing his keys and heading to his car. “On my way.”

electrician!toji...who pulls up to your house, not even getting a chance to knock on the door before you open it and drag him inside, feverishly kissing him. “Missed this dick that much, did you?”

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[usercowboy]

Eddie’s parking in Pepa’s driveway after dinner— Buck and Chris are playing video games back, well, not home because it’s not allowed to be, because this isn’t his, not anymore — when he gathers the courage to speak. The drive was quiet, comfortably so, but something was…not off, but off-center. Eddie wondered if Pepa noticed it, too, or if he was the only one in that car with one hand on the wheel and the other trying to hold it all together. 

He doesn’t look at her. 

“Tía, um. Can I ask you something?” He fidgets with his hands, tries tying his fingers into knots the way his stomach’s done. 

Pepa turns to him, releasing the door handle. She pauses, watches him. Eddie sees it all in his periphery. 

“Of course, Eddie. Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, it’s just.” He inhales. Tries to keep his exhale steady. Doesn’t think he succeeds all that well. He finally turns to face her. “You called Buck Evancito.” 

“Eddie, I’ve called him that for years. Is there a problem now? Did he say something?” 

Eddie swallows. It seems to echo in the silence of the car. Maybe it just echoes in his chest, right beneath his breastbone where Buck seems to have made a home for himself over the past seven years. Eddie’s not sure how he missed it. 

Well, that’s not quite true. He knows how he missed it, knows why. Knows he wasn’t ready, knows he didn’t want to risk the best relationship he’s got. Buck is…Buck is a big thing. Whatever’s been slowly eating him alive is terrifying and bigger than him yet it fits in the low heat of his belly anyway, somehow. 

He knows. Knows he can't ignore it anymore.

“You didn’t have a nickname for Shannon,” he blurts out after the silence has dragged a little too long. “I know you didn’t hate her the way my parents did. Do. But still, you never had a nickname for her.” 

Pepa considers this, a small, fond, knowing smile forming. 

“Shannon was never that good for you. You two weren’t partners the way you and Buck are.” 

She puts weight behind partners. He can tell she doesn’t mean at work. 

“Buck and I aren’t anything.” 

“But you put him in the same category as Shannon?” she asks, in the same tone she once said I thought you just dressed alike, like this is something obvious. Something quiet, something calm. Easy. 

Eddie doesn’t feel like any of this is easy. 

He doesn’t say this. 

“Buck isn’t—I didn’t—tía.” 

Pepa takes pity on him, laughing gently. She pats his cheek. “It’s okay. You can feel whatever you feel for him. I can’t speak for everyone in our family, but it won’t make me love you any less.”

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He doesn’t say anything then, doesn’t think he’d be able to even if he tried. So he nods instead and hopes Pepa understands.

“Okay,” he manages to squeeze out after a beat. 

She smiles at him, and opens the car door. 

Eddie doesn’t pull out of the driveway for a while. 

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Tommy's the kind of asshole who checks his phone at the table in the middle of a first date, now.

In his defence, it hasn't been a great first date. And not in any sort of charming way, either.

In his defence, he's been waiting on this text for what feels like longer than it actually has been (four weeks, three days - he feels stupid admitting he's got a rough estimate of the hours too, but the point is he's been waiting. Hoping. Took this invitation to dinner as an attempt to remind himself he was the one who walked out.)

Tommy is absolutely the kind of asshole who glances up from his lap to find his date staring at him with his jaw clenched and doesn't bother to make more of an excuse than "Sorry, family thing, I gotta go."

Tommy's the kind of asshole who drops three twenties on the table and doesn't bother to say goodbye as he winds his way through tables - this place was pretentious as fuck, anyway - and pushes through the rotating door.

He's not even halfway to his truck when his phone displays an incoming call.

The last time he'd seen that name flash across his screen he'd been - well, he'd been a ball of nerves for all of five seconds before a winded voice had asked him to commit some light treason and Tommy had hopped to.

"Evan. Hey."

He remembers Evan had always thought he was so cool, and he sort of wishes Evan could see him now, with sweaty palms and a nervous hitch to his step as he twists around the wire fencing that will lead him to the truck he'd dropped thirty-five bucks to park, in this stupid downtown lot for this stupid date that hadn't distracted him for a minute at the stupid restaurant that only served tapas and hipster whiskey.

His voice is a little tremulous, a little off. "Hi Tommy."

Tommy doesn't waste time. He's done enough of that, and Evan sounds - Jesus he sounds awful. Sad, deep in his bones. Tired. A little out of it. "Everything okay?"

"I did have feelings for you. When I said that. I - It was such a shitty thing to say and I realized I never apologized for it even though I meant to and...and I did. I do, still, really."

It's the kind of opening Tommy couldn't have dreamt up in a million years. It's solid proof that Evan has worked it over in his mind at least half as many times as Tommy, trying to figure out where it all went wrong, how he'd ruined it so quickly when everything he'd been a sad sack about pretending he didn't want had been right there, ready for the taking. When he'd done that devastating bambi-eyed, through the lashes glance up, even though they were the same fucking height, and Tommy had stuck his foot in his mouth so badly he'd knocked out a couple teeth.

"Okay. I -."

Whatever he'd have come up with in that moment escapes his brain a second later when Evan continues.

"Which is why what I wanted to ask you may be, like, super awkward."

Tommy's a little grateful to find his truck is only two spaces from where he is at the moment. Has to bite back the sharp deprecating laugh when he realizes this is another fucking favor, not a goddamn reconciliation. He left a date for this.

A bad one.

But still.

"Okay." Clipped is a good term for the way the word comes out of his mouth. He's already wincing before he's even finished saying it, because if he can tell Evan's hurting from his voice alone, surely Evan can tell from his own tone that he's...annoyed. In pain. Wishing he could rip the memory of Evan Buckley from the spot it's nestled beneath his ribcage, where he can't shake it loose.

Evan's quiet for a long, long moment. They'd been great at getting immediately horny any time there was even a hint of strife. Not so easy to do when they haven't been together now for longer than they ever were. "I was wondering if I could borrow your truck on Tuesday."

And that's - that's a fairly reasonable request, as far as the 118 standard goes. Still makes him want to cry, a little.

"Can I ask why?"

"It's... Uh...?" The pause lasts long enough that Tommy has to check and make sure Evan's still on the line. His next words are quieter, but he can hear the tremble in them. Has to bite down the urge to make himself a shield against whatever it is that has him so emotional. Not his job, anymore. If it ever even had been.

The farther removed he is from all of this, the more he wonders if he really had imagined the connection between them. How the intimate moments felt charged with more than a desire to rip each other's clothes off, how the silly moments had felt like the prologue of a long and happy story.

"It's fine, Evan. I'll, uh - have to check my schedule but I think I can make it work."

He's free Tuesday. He and his truck both are. But maybe... Maybe this has run its course. Maybe Tommy will have to make more of an effort, his next bad first date.

"Eddie's moving back," Evan says, and there's a weird twist to his voice, a quirk around the name Tommy doesn't recognize. He'd always said "Eddie" with the kind of reverence Tommy couldn't fully grasp, a superhero and a confidante all rolled up in the lazy smirk and cow-brown eyes of a man Tommy had no hope of beating out on the Important To Evan Buckley scale. But if Tommy had to put a description to it, Evan kind of spits the name, now. "And until I can figure out a place to stay I need to get a few things in storage quickly. I just thought - it was stupid. Obviously it's short notice, and you shouldn't feel obligated to -."

"My spare room is empty," Tommy says. Tommy lies, more accurately. It's currently storing all the renovation shit he's been accumulating since the breakup turned him into an insane person pretending he knows a damn thing about fixing up a house.

This pause seems to hold a little more weight to it.

"...okay?" And there's - there's something there, in his voice, sun warm and yellow, bacon cooling on a paper towel and eggs still not plated while Evan swallowed and asked the one question Tommy had been hoping he wouldn't ask.

"I just meant - why spend the money on a storage unit, right?"

"Tommy."

"Let me check my schedule. I can get back to you. If Tuesday works, we can just - we can figure it out from there."

"Tommy."

And that's his "you're spiralling" voice. Tommy hadn't heard it often. Too busy trying to be as cool as his shiny new boyfriend thought he was. Too busy choking down the urge to sink a knife into his ribcage and carve out his heart to hand it over.

"I'll let you know by tomorrow morning," Tommy promises, and before he lets his words get away from him he ends the call.

Jesus fuck.

Hell.

What the fuck?

---

Tommy's so frayed with nerves he spends the entire drive slowly wearing a groove into the side of his cheek. By the time he makes it to the quiet street and sees Evan's Jeep parked on the curb, gate open and already stuffed full of boxes Tetris-style, he feels like he might just fucking explode.

It makes the terse, perfunctory head nod from Eddie on his way up the paved path just that much more confusing. That much more frustrating. He's got a set of keys swinging from his fingers, and doesn't even glance behind him as Evan pops the door open with a hip and stacks a box on top of two others already sitting in the porch.

There's clearly more going on here than Tommy is privy to.

"You aren't helping?" It's an innocent question. He doesn't even mean anything by it. Across the yard, Evan goes tense. Halfway down the drive, Eddie goes still, and swivels his gaze to Tommy.

"No one asked me to." By the stoop, Evan tips his gaze down, suddenly incredibly interested in whatever the label on the box he just set down says. He seems small. Not the man who'd guided him backwards up the lawn with so much tongue Tommy hadn't realized where he was until they were already inside. Not the man who'd confidently held a funeral for a long dead cowboy and roped Tommy into it without a care in the world that Tommy didn't believe in ghosts.

"Well, if anyone else was subletting you'd probably have had to give them more than a weeks notice to pack up their shit and leave, so I figured you'd be helping," Tommy says, because whatever the hell is going on with Eddie's face right now has him ready to raise locked wrists to chin height.

Eddie's tongue rolls along the inside of his cheek. "Buck says he's got it."

Knife, meet tension.

Tommy's always been more of a blunt instrument.

"Right."

"Didn't realize 'got it' meant calling in a favor with his ex, but hey, I haven't been around, in a while."

"Do we have a problem, Diaz?"

Eddie levers himself into the driver's seat of a vehicle that very distinctly isn't his truck. "Lot of that going around, at the moment."

That stone-faced look from the funeral is back on Evan's face.

Tommy's fist are clenched. He doesn't have a clue when that happened, or why it takes quite so much effort to shake his fingers loose.

Eddie clocks it. Stares for a long, long moment. Slams the door closed and backs out of the drive a little quicker than advisable, if the glare from the neighbor watering her hydrangeas is anything to go by.

He doesn't quite peel off down the street, but it seems like it takes him some effort to drive like a responsible adult.

Evan doesn't meet his gaze when he lopes across the lawn to meet him at the door.

He's gotta break the silence somehow. "So. Diaz seems pissed at me."

"It's not you."

"Uhuh."

"It's - I said something he -." Evan frowns. Twists a finger up into the slack of the tape along the top of one box. "Same old story. Buck makes it all about himself."

Tommy's missing something.

Tommy absolutely doesn't have the right to pry.

"What the hell does that mean?" Tommy asks, and watches the marble crumble.

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It takes a day and a half to get everything out of Eddie's. Another half a day to stuff whatever they can into Tommy's bare spare room.

He'd bought a shed and stuffed the contents of his reno-supplies into it indiscriminately two nights earlier, at the ass end of three 24's from hell, and throws up an ironic thanks that Evan hadn't come by nearly often enough to be surprised by the new shed, or the dozen half-finished projects littering the house.

Tommy learns a lot of things that make him want to scream, over the course of the four-day span they squeeze that moving timeframe into.

It takes everything in him not to shoulder-check Eddie on the way out, once the final box is loaded into the bed of Tommy's truck.

He'd given them some privacy, before they left. Hopeful that Eddie would back down from this escalating argument of theirs, hopeful that he'd remember that his best fucking friend had sacrificed a hell of a lot, to allow him to move to El Paso. That he'd lost more since.

Evan hadn't spoken, the entire drive back to Tommy's.

He asks Evan out to coffee a moment before he offers to let him sleep on the couch until he finds something more permanent.

He should be less surprised than he is when they end up naked and sweaty and panting in his bed an hour later.

"We have to stop doing this."

Evan bites a nipple, and Tommy hisses.

"I'm serious, Evan. I can't do casual with you."

That gives him Evan's full attention. "What does that mean?"

"It means when I sleep with you I'm definitely having feelings for you."

He regrets the comment. Evan blows a raspberry into his sternum, and rolls onto his side to take in Tommy's expression. It's gotta be - well, it's gotta be a fucking mess. Just an absolute shit show of terror at having revealed too much. "I deserved that one."

Tommy smooths a hand over his shoulder. "You didn't, actually." After what he's been hearing about his friends and family, lately, Tommy's suddenly very aware of the words coming out of his mouth. "What I was trying to dance around is telling you I want to try again, and I don't want to fuck it up by falling into bed without actually...talking about it."

Evan snorts. Hitches his leg a little higher across Tommy's thigh. Yeah. Too late for that.

"I baked, to stop thinking about you. I baked cookies, and brownies, and three kinds of bread, and a Baked Alaska, and twelve different banana bread recipes, and - and it didn't change the fact that all I wanted to do was talk to you. See your face when you pull that stupidly bitchy look every time I don't know one of your references. Hold your hand and - and just be somewhere with you. Didn't matter where, I just...wanted. And I couldn't have it. So I baked."

"You made a Baked Alaska?"

"Tommy," Evan chides, but there are tears springing to the corner of Tommy's eyes and -

God he'd fucked this up so royally.

"Move in with me," Tommy says, the hysteria bubbling up in his throat, and he swallows it down, and down, and down again, because as the words settle under his skin, he realizes they feel right. What Evan had wanted, all those months ago, he'd wanted it too. He'd just been so fucking sure it would destroy him, in the end.

He's so goddamn tired of denying that what he really wants is for the rest of his life to be storied by memories of the man at his side, right here in this moment.

It's terrible timing. The worst idea. They're both rung out emotionally, grief and anger and insecurities bubbling just under the surface, ready to rise and make their lives miserable the moment they leave this bubble.

They haven't talked about any of it, not really.

"I'm serious. Why be apart, and all that?"

"Tommy."

The way his name curls out of Evan Buckley's mouth is like a favorite song. He never gets tired of hearing it.

Even when it's exasperated and confused. "I'm in love with you," Tommy murmurs, because his streak of insanity clearly hasn't passed. Evan's breath hitches. The worst part is that it's true. In a way he doesn't know how to quantify. He'd do a hell of a lot more than steal government property, for this man. He'd stay, for this man, at the risk of destroying his entire soul.

"Don't ask me because you feel sorry I'm technically homeless." It's an out. Teed up and ready for Tommy to swing. Tommy goes for the bunt.

"Pretty sure that was more of a demand than a question. You can say no."

Evan peeks through his lashes, chin tipped against Tommy's chest. "What if you change your mind?"

Well. That's a sore subject. Should have expected that.

Tommy slips a hand down his side. Gathers up his hand to slide their fingers together. "I won't. Believe me, at this point I've tried."

There's a quirk to Evans smile he hasn't seen in a long time. He's missed it. God, he's missed it.

This doesn't fix anything. Not a damn thing.

But Tommy doesn't want him to spend a single night going forward wondering whether or not he's worth all the trouble the rest of his family seems to have made him feel he is.

They'd been there, before. Right on the edge of something serious. Something permanent.

They can get it back.

"You're being serious," Evan comments, like he needs the confirmation just to make sure he's not hallucinating. Tommy hooks one of his legs, rolls until Evan is half under him.

"Baked Alaska serious," he intones, just to see Evan laugh.

"Where am I gonna put my bike rack?" he asks, after a serious, weighty pause, and Tommy presses in to suck Evans lower lip between his teeth in retaliation.

[mallory524]

the thunderbolts when you’ve been kidnapped

pictures from pinterest

tags- guilt, fear, angst, kidnapping, guilt, canon level action/violence, injuries, mentions of arguing, implied drugging/beating, mention of Void

notes- This all ended up being way longer than I intended. Oops. I need to keep writing or else I’ll explode. The fixation is strong

Yelena

When you’re with Yelena, she can be so tender and sweet that it’s easy for you to forget the life she’s lived and the things she’s capable of. The day you don’t come home from what should’ve been a 10 minute grocery run, that tender side is gone - and boy is it sorely missed around the tower. When Yelena's upset, she lashes out at anybody who gets too close to her, and it gets ugly pretty quickly. Her words are cruel and vindictive, as if each member of the team is personally responsible for what’s happened to you. She knows the people who took you are doing it to lure in the "new avengers", but it doesn't matter. It's working. She's going to find you, and she's going to march right in there, guns blazing.

You're in bad shape when the team finds you, but you are able to walk out on your own two feet with just a little assistance from Yelena. Pay no mind to what happened to your captors. It's not important.

Yelena can't go "back to normal". You're trying to, but it's clear you're still shaken, and so is she. You keep trying to laugh it off and say that you've survived worse, and she knows you're just trying to change the subject, but she doesn't push it. She's not going to force you to open up if you're not ready. All she can do is make sure you know that she's always there to support you and listen if you ever do decide you want to talk about it. You do know that. As everyone in Yelena's life knows, she might be a bit rough around the edges, but she will always be there for you when it matters most.

Bucky

Bucky tracks you down very fast. He knows these people are doing this to get to him, so he tells the Thunderbolts to stay behind and let him do this himself. Good thing they never do as they're told.

The people who took you thought they had laid the perfect trap for Bucky Barnes, but all they did was set themselves up to be pulverized by the Winter Soldier. When he does find you, you're unconscious and clearly injured. Nothing serious, but it doesn't matter; he feels more guilty than he has in a long, long time. The team covers Bucky as he runs back out to the car with you in his arms, and you're immediately rushed to the hospital. The press is already there, waiting to ask Congressman Barnes all kinds of questions about what happened tonight, but after a few choice words from Yelena and Walker, most of them leave immediately.

Even when things slowly start to go back to normal, Bucky is constantly reminded of what happened. You're sitting around and laughing with the group one night, weeks after, and he notices a bruise on your shoulder that he'd forgot you had. He wakes up in the middle of the night a lot of nights to you tossing and turning and shaking in your sleep. He holds you and repeatedly reminds you that you’re home and that you are safe. He’s reminding himself, too. This is all hell for him. Every nightmare, every scratch, and every bruise is a reminder to him that he couldn't keep you safe. He rescued you and brought you back home, but it's not enough for him. This never should've happened.

Ava

Ava woke up to the sound of alarms and glass breaking. She phased through the walls to your room right away to make sure you were okay, but you were already gone. Nowhere to be found. She’s immediately panic stricken. Who did this? Why would they take you hostage? Where did they take you?

Ava’s desperate. When Ava gets desperate, her sense of right and wrong gets very skewed. You’ve been kidnapped, and that’s wrong. Everything she’s doing in an effort to get you back is right. Or that’s how she sees it, at least. The rest of the team sees this as Ava spiraling out of control. This is a mess. These people who took you do not realize what their "leverage" means to the team, especially to Ava. They do not know what's coming.

Your rescue was not easy, and it definitely wasn't pretty, but everyone's just happy that you're home. Adjusting to business as usual after your rescue is tough, but she's there for you every step of the way. If you don't want to sleep in your room for a little while because it doesn't feel safe anymore, Ava offers you her room. She'll sleep on the ground, she'll sleep next to you, she'll sleep in the other room, whatever you want. She'll demand more security features in your room and around the tower to make you (and herself) feel safe again. If the people in maintenance and security were to question the necessity of doing this, Ava would install these features herself. Nothing like this is going to happen again, and she doesn't even want you to feel like it's a possibility. You're safe now.

John

It all happened so fast. An explosive had gone off during a fight, he’d lost sight of you for a minute, and when the smoke cleared, you were gone. He frantically searched the perimeter, but it didn’t take him long to realize what had happened. Bucky practically had to beg John to get in the car, saying they could figure out their next move back at the Watchtower. John really didn't want to stop looking for you, but he knew it was the only choice he really had. Everyone's really worried about you, but John is losing his mind. His brain is plagued with images of you, scared and alone and hurt. He's snapping at the team even more than usual, but they give him a pass just this once. Ava walked by his room one night and she could hear the sound of him softly crying through the door. She never mentioned it, but she went easy on him for a few days.

Down in a dark, cold underground base, you're going in and out of consciousness. Your body aches and your head's spinning, but the moment you register that it's Walker gently taking you into his arms, you smile up at him weakly. He caresses your face, and you can feel that his hands are shaking as they trace every little wound, no matter how small. All of Walker's anger has been replaced with a weary, guilty sadness. All that aggression, replaced with a certain gentleness. He carries you out, and although you don't see much of your surroundings, it's hard to miss what remains of the poor souls who thought they could stop John Walker from breaking in to save you. It's not too shocking, though. You know he would've torn the entire world apart if he had to.

Alexei

Missions and fighting and hero activities in general are usually really fun for Alexei. This is not fun. It's so rare for the team to see him like this. He's downright miserable. Since the moment he lost you, he hasn't slept. He works alongside the team all day long to find you, and when everyone's asleep, he just paces back and forth around his room, which gets more cluttered with garbage and papers and files with each passing day.

When they find you, nothing and no one can stand in his way. He's a real sweetheart, but let's not forget how strong he is or how much damage he can do. Believe me, there's a lot of damage done in the name of your rescue. All of that is worth it for Alexei when he finds you. He gently wipes at the sweat and dirt on your face, a lot of which is dry and caked on after you've been sitting down there for nearly a week.

Alexei is so relieved to have you home, but he thought he'd feel better. There's still something... off. The illusion of total safety has been shattered. He's not able to keep you from ever getting hurt like he thought he was. If you were to try to joke about what had happened to keep spirits up, or spin it to sound like a cool story instead of the worst week of both of your lives, he'd try to go along with it. But everyone notices how his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's proud of you and he usually loves hearing you're cool tough stories, but this one is hitting a little too close to home for him to fully enjoy it. Maybe because he was there. Maybe because he almost lost you for real.

Bob

Bob's terrified. The team came back from a mission, but instead of you pulling him into a big hug while the team fills him in on what happened like usual, everyone is frantic and you're gone. He's never felt so helpless in his life. He breaks down the second he's alone in his room. Whenever Yelena tries to talk to him, he insists he needs to be alone, or he doesn't even respond and continues just rocking back and forth on the floor and talking to himself.

When the team tracks you down, they tell Bob to stay behind. He keeps telling himself that they're right and staying behind is the responsible thing to do, but he just can't do that. He has enough control on the Void now to use his powers, right? The team is slightly horrified when Bob shows up out of nowhere, doing everything they told him not to do, but this isn't the time to worry about that. They're definitely not going to try arguing with him right now. He's a bulletproof human shield, more powerful than any of them could ever hope to be, so it's good to have him there to help. He crashes through walls, busts down doors, and disarms everyone in his path without breaking a sweat. Then they find you. Bob rushes to your side and tears apart your restraints with his bare hands, and in a second they turn back into the gentle hands you think of when you think of your Bob. He helps you to your feet and slowly leads you back outside. As tears start to roll down his face, Bob smiles a soft smile at the others, thrilled that you're safe again. They smile back at him, but it's like they're all holding their breath until you're all fully out of there. Void may not have made a formal appearance this time, but they know now what lengths Bob will go to and what risks he'll take to ensure your safety. The man is not helpless, and he sure as hell isn't weak.

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star- chap four final preview

Pornstar Gojo chap 4 is LONG so I'm still working on it, we're over 11k words rn and not done lol! It WILL be out tomorrow, (tag list closed) Sharing one more snippet because I won't be working on anything else till it's done and you know I love to share posts daily

Pairings- Pornstar! Satoru x shy/demi f!reader

Warnings - Explicit MDNI - oral ( f recieiving) a FUCK ton of jealousy, emotions, toxic high key, obsessed Satoru and obsessed reader

“Did you like it, his kisses?” Satoru’s words are met with him tugging harder at the nape of your neck, and your heart hammers in your chest, body aching for him, but it’s more, and you can’t let it be more.

“He was a good kisser, yes.”

“Oh, that so?” You nod, and he traces your lips with his thumb, seeing they’re soft and glossy. “Huh, when we kiss, they get swollen, red, they look so perfect.”

“Do they?” You raise a brow, acting like you’re not dying for him, like you don’t need him, with a longing that is frightening. He is so close you can taste the mints on his breath, mixed with the faint taste of liquor. “Need a drink, Satoru?”

“I do, I’m thirsty.” You go to move when he shoves you back against the door once more, sinking to his knees, you gasp at the action, when he shoves up your dress and glares at you. “Hold it up, now.”

You do just that, with shaky hands, when he looks at your white lace panties, moaning at the dark wet spot forming before his eyes, fingers brushing across it. “Satoru…”

“Need a drink, you’ll be a good host to your guest, won’t you?” His whisper is met with his tongue lapping over lace and silk, and your hands drop the dress, clinging to him instead. “I said hold up the dress.”

“Satoru, we- ah!” He grips your hands, shoving up the silver dress again, then slowly slipping those panties down your thighs, blue eyes almost black with desire, while you can hardly function or form a thought.

It’s all need, deep and hot.

Satoru bares your pretty cunt to his face, groaning at the sight, breath hitting your clit as he spreads your plump lips, eyeing your twitchy little clit and flicking his finger across it in slow circles, making you pour out of your little hole. “Is all this wetness from that hot date, sweetheart?” He asks, knowing it’s toxic, petty, stupid, but he can’t stop himself from it.

What the fuck do you do to him?

“No, it’s not.” Your answer is what he needed, latching his mouth on your clit and sucking it into his mouth, humming on it and sending vibrations of pleasure, you scream out at it, head thwacking the door while he hoists a thigh over his shoulder, one hand gripping your ass while the other holds your hood up. “Satoru!”

He moans as you cry out his name, slurping you up as you go boneless in his fucking hold, hips bucking up as the pleasure is blinding, you’re gasping out as the dress is bunched up in one hand, the other clinging to his other shoulder. You’re rolling your eyes back in your skull, pleasure so fucking exquisite you can hardly stand, can hardly see, while Satoru worships you on his knees.

It’s what it felt like.

How he looks at you, how he drinks you, tongue lapping at the juices that pour down his face, and you can’t form a word or a thought, just how much you love it, how much you love-

Fuck.

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[smutoperator]

After The Photoshoot

Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

Tags: A2P, anal, (lots of) choking, couch sex, degradation, erotic photoshoot, facial, (lots of) facesitting, foot play, head stomping, mating press, passionate fucking, photographer, quickie, rimming, rough sex, stool fucking, titfucking

Word count: 4671

You had been rising up the photographer ladder quite quickly. Today, you were going to make your first photoshoot for a brand: taking pictures of Coralique's new muse, ms. Kwon Eunbi.

"Good morning, ms. Eunbi, get yourself comfortable," you said as the beautiful short girl with big boobs arrived for the photoshoot. "Thank you," Eunbi answered, getting herself comfortable and striking a pose for your first photo of the day.

Eunbi kept switching outfits and your camera kept clicking all day long. You really felt like this was the opportunity of your life, taking countless pics of every move she made and asking for her feedback. "These are such beautiful pics," Eunbi said as you captured her sexiness to the fullest. "I'm glad you like them," you answered her.

The photoshoot kept going for hours and hours, you never getting exausted of capturing the best angles of Eunbi's beautiful body in countless colorful outfits. "You're such an incredible hard-working woman," you praised her, making her blush. "Wow, you're such a kind guy, I love the way you praise me," Eunbi answered.

"I think that's the last one for today," you told Eunbi, taking one last pic as she switched to her final outfit, wearing a blue bra top with a white skirt. "I don't think I've ever like a photoshoot like this one before," she said. "I was glad to help," you replied to her.

"I should reward you for such a good photoshoot," Eunbi said. "Reward me? I was just doing my job," you said to her. "Well, you did such a good job I feel like I need to reward you," she replied. "And how would you reward me?" you asked.

"Let me show you," Eunbi said, pulling her bra to the side and showing you her massive tits. "I want you to play with them, play with my whole body, I saw how excited you were taking all those pics of me," she said.

"Are you sure?" you asked Eunbi, trying to keep it professional. "Of course," Eunbi said, pushing her in your direction and starting kissing you. Despite the massive gap in height between both of you, Eunbi was the one dominating the action, taking the initiative and showing her the insatiable animal she was.

"Damn, you're such a fire woman," you told Eunbi. "Well, let's say my humble beginnings made me proud of my assets," Eunbi said, refencing her long path to stardom. It didn't take long and Eunbi was already pulling your pants down to suck your cock. "My cock, you're such a hungry woman," you told her. "No, I just respond by you guys being so hungry for my milk," she replied.

Eunbi beautifully sucked your cock, licing your shaft from top to bottom. "Let me see if you can take it all," you asked her, Eunbi quickly seetting the pace and throating your hard shaft to the fullest. "I saw how erect you were taking my photoshoot, must have been really hard, if you know what I mean," Eunbi said. "Quite the opposite, it made it easy for me to keep going," you told Eunbi.

It didn't take long for you and Eunbi to get completely naked in the room, you kissing her as she wrapped your cock between her big tits for you to bang it. "Confess it to me, you wanted to do this all day long," Eunbi said. "Yes, I did, those big boobs can steal any man's attention," you said to her.

Eunbi behaved like a hungry animal, pushing you against the couch she had just filmed the photoshoot as she throated your cock like a demon, jerking it off really fast. It didn't take much long and she was already sitting on it, moving her hips hard and grinding fast against your pole.

"Damn girl, slow dowm, you're moving too fast," you told Eunbi. "Am I? You really seem to like it?" she said, bouncing her big tits in front of your face and riding you fast, you grabbing her ass as she kept moving up and down your cock. "That is just the warm-up, baby," Eunbi said, jumping out of your cock and deepthroating you, before climbing back on top of you and totally dominating you with her hot body.

"Damn, you're such a fucking animal," you say to Eunbi, sitting on the couch and letting her spin on your cock. She teased you, switching between her pussy and her ass and turning the set of the photoshoot into her bed. "HOLY FUCK, YES," she moanned, you watching her big tits bounce hard as she rode your cock. You spread her pussy, her licking your feet and then climbing back to suck more of your cock. You got on top of her, fingering her pussy as you got on top of her.

You bent Eunbi over, taking her and stretching her mouth, trying to tame her as she spreads her cheeks for you to fuck her ass. "OH MY GOD," she screams, feeling your big cock tease in and out of her asshole before you start pounding it hard and choke her. "Yes, baby, fuck me like that," she says, you then turning to clap her cheeks hard. "AHHHHH, AHHHHHH," she screams.

Eunbi laughed as she hugged you. "Seems like you can be an animal too, how about you take me home and fuck the shit out of me?" Eunbi asked, tasting her ass from your cock. "Let me fuck a bit more here," you tell her, making her big tits bounce against the couch with your hard thrusts. "AH, AH, AH, AH," she moans, licking your feet in the couch.

"GOD DAMN IT, FUCK, FUCK, HOLY SHIT," Eunbi screams as you show her you can fuck hard too. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she continues to scream, you not holding anything back and pounding her ass. "You really like to fuck that ass, don't you?" she asks. "Yes, I love it," you tell her, offering your cock to Eunbi to taste it.

"Let's go home and fuck like animals," Eunbi said, putting her clothes back on and showing you the directions. You two soon arrived at her apartment. "Let's take the next step," you say to her. "But first, I wanna have some more memories of this special day," you continue. "Sure, anything you want," Eunbi says.

You put your camera in a tripod in Eunbi's living, room, programming it to take pictures of both of you as you two engage in an erotic photoshoot, the camera capturing her sucking and licking your shaft, your cock between the strings of her panties, you sucking her beautiful big tits. You then sat on the couch, Letting Eunbi slide in a 69-esque pose as you grabbed her body and she sucked your cock, the camera capturing everything.

Eunbi pushed her tongue to the side and put your cock in her ass, adding more pics to the photoshoot while you licked her high heels, bouncing on your cock for the camera as her big tits jiggled, before switching to a reverse ride. "You're enjoying this photoshoot, aren't you?" Eunbi said as she shaked her ass and you spanked it, her then tuning around and ripping your shirt off.

"I think we can startd for good now, let's turn the camera off" Eunbi says, doing it and then taking your pants off once again and diving to lick your asshole like a mad woman. She grabbed your toes and start licking them too. "You're so obsessed with my feet, such a nasty girl," you told her. "Yes, I love licking some dirty feet and ass," she answered.

Eunbi gets on top of you in the couch, overwhelming you even though you're a tall guy and she's a short girl. She shoves her big tits straight into your face. She takes her panties off, wrapping it around your shaft and bobbing her head on it using no hands. "So you want to get nasty?" you ask her. "Yes, give me all of it," she answers, you pushing your cock as deep as possible down her throat.

You give Eunbi's ass a little spank as she continues to choke herself on your cock, giving you some insane deepthroats. You then take her bra off and wrap it around her neck, choking it. "I'm gonna take it as a trophy after we are done," you said.

You shove Eunbi's little body against the couch, sitting on top of her face as she starts to lick your asshole right after. "Your slutty body is 90% tits," you say to her. Eunbi fingers her pussy as you suffocate her face with your ass, then brings her big tits togeher for you to slide your cock between them.

"OH FUCK YEAH," Eunbi moans as you reach your fingers into her cunt, plowing her tits from up top while a water bomb comes out from the bottom of her body. "I can't hear you," you say to her. "OHHH YEAH, AHHHHHH," she screams loudtly, her legs trembling as your cock fucks her boobs, your hands fuck her pussy and your ass suffocates her face.

Eunbi gets out of your face, sucking your balls in the process. You qucikly shows her who is in control now, thwarting her attempts to kiss you as she gets back on her feet and shoving her on all fours into the couch. "Yes, yes, yes," she whispers as you dive your face into eating her asshole and spank it. "FUCK BABY, LICK THAT DIRTY ASS," she begs.

"I'm gonna do much more than lick that dirty ass," you tell Eunbi. "Spread those cheeks for me," you continue, Eunbi obliging as you pin her against the couch, pressing her huge tits against the furniture. You tease her first, taking your cock slowly in her ass before putting it all in. "OH YES, PLEASE, GIVE IT TO ME, AH, AH, FUCK," she screams.

"HOLY SHIT," Eunbi screams as you kiss her and destroy her ass, her big tits jiggling hard. She moves her hips to meet your thrusts, you soon get on top of her to tame her. "OH DAMN IT, THAT'S SO DEEP," she screams. "Is it? Because I'm just starting," you say.

You mount on top of Eunbi, drilling her ass as hard as possible. Eunbi closes her eyes, putting her ass up and sticking her tongue out. "You're really a proper slut," you tell her, clapping her cheeks hard and pinning her tits against the couch. You push her face up, stretching her mouth as you choke her with the bra wrapped around her neck. "FUCK FUCK YES, LIKE THAT, LIKE THAT, SHIT," she screams, almost valling down the couch as her boobs now bounce in the air. "YES, YES, MORE, MORE," she begs, you grabbing her shoulder and treating her like a ragdolll.

"Come here," you tell Eunbi, taking a break to sit in the couch and letting her suck your cock. Eunbi makes groaning sounds like those of an animal, deepthroating and stroking your shaft like crazy, before taking her bra off her neck and wrapping it around it. "Is that my cock ring?" you ask her. "Hell yeah," she says, smiling as she circles her tongue around your balls, before another hard session of fast cocksucking and extreme deepthroating.

Eunbi spits on your cock and takes it deep in her mouth, sticking her tongue out. "You love to throat that cock," you say to her. "It's because I want to get it wet for you to fuck my ass," Eunbi says, kissing you as she gives your cock another good titfucking.

Eunbi sits on your lap and impales your cock in her ass. "YES, YES, FUCK," she moans, moving her hips rather quickly while her tits are all over your face. "You love riding it like a good slut, don't you?" you ask her. "Yes, I love it," Eunbi says, getting your cock deeper and moving up and down your shaft. You hit her face, Eunbi laughing and only pushing hard, turning you into her personal playground as she starts squatting on your cock. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moans.

Eunbi teases you, swtiching between her ass and her pussy before she lets you carry her and take back the commanding position. "HOLY FUCK, OH MY GOD," she screams as you grope her tits and then start choking her. "Please choke me," she begs, you pressing her legs against her big boobs and taking possession of her small body, Eunbi barely able to move as you strangle her, making her cough a bit with how rough you treat her.

You push Eunbi's body against the couch, taking turn betweens her pussy in her ass.. "Look what you're fucking doing to me, yes, please, use me like your fucktoy," she begs, your hard thrusts. "YES, YES, HOLY FUCK," she screams. "PLEASE, BABY, USE ME," she begs, you attacking both her holes hard and spitting in her mouth. "I love the way you fuck me," Eunbi says, you going back to choke her and spank her.

"HMMMMM," Eunbi tries to breathe but you don't let her, covering her face and watching it turn red while your hard pounding make her big tits bounce like pinballs. She reaches to finger her pussy, you spanking her face. "Fucking nasty slut, give me those tits," you say, pulling out and pushing her head against the couch, fucking her boobs hard and then slapping your cock all over her face.

"Turn around, let me show you how a bull fucks a titcow like you," you say to Eunbi, getting on top of her as she gets on all ours with her ass up in the couch. "OH YES, OH MY GOD," she screams as you fuck her ass like a raging bull destroying his cow partner. "FUCK, FUCK," she cotninues to scream, you giving her no rest and fucking her ass balls deep, your arms wrapped around her neck as her boobs get pinned into the top of the couch. "YES, YES, YES, SHIT, SHIT, GOD DAMN IT," Eunbi screams as she gets used hard, the sex getting more animalesque each second. "You like that" you ask her. "Yes, baby, I love being used like a slut," she answers.

Eunbi gets up and licks your torso and armpits, smashing your cock between her body before going down to suck it, jiggling her huge tits as she chokes herself on it. You two share a pair of hot kisses. "COME ON, COME ON, GIVE ME SO MUCH MORE," she begs. You give her what she wants, grabbing Eunbi's hair and sticking your cock in her ass, Eunbi promply riding in a reverse cowgirl while she looks at you and you push her tits against her face. "FUCK, FUCK FUCK, FUCK," she continues to scream.

"Stay right there," you tell Eunbi, grabbing her waist and letting her shake and spin all over your cock. "Take all that cock inside, up and down" you tell her, Eunbi opening her ass as she bounces on your cock, you enjoying watching the bouncing of her tits from the side. You push Eunbi's body against yous, lying on the couch. "Oh my God I love this, keep puuhing deep inside, up and down," you tell her. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK," Eunbi moans, twisting and turning all over your cock as she gets it deep in her ass, alternating soft and hard bounces.

However, you feel like Eunbi is having too much fun bouncing on your cock, grabbing her neck and pushing her back into your torso. Eunbi gives you a naughty stare and keeps bouncing, laughing as her boobs jiggle. She moves to ride you sideways. "YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK," SHE MOANS, spinning on your cock and giving you a full view of her tits bouncing at their full glory.

Eunbi stops bouncing and both of you now share a spitting contest between each other. "So nasty," you say to her as she sticks her tongue out. "Who told you to do that, slut?" you then ask. "No one, I just wanted to," she answers. "Well, now I'm gonna punish you, stupid titcow," you tell her.

You pin Eunbi against the couch, getting completely on top of her body and stomping on her head as your cock finds her asshole one more time. "YES, YES, PUNISH ME LIKE THAT, BABY," she begs, her face already completely ruined. "OH MY GOD, YES, BABY," she continues to plead, you choking her neck so hard you could kill her. Heck who cares if she taps out, you'd just keep fucking her. You get really rough with Eunbi. "Open your ass," you command, pushing your cock hard and deep against it while pushing your hands against her head.

"YES, YES, YES, CHOKE ME, CHOKE ME, CHOKE ME," Eunbi screams as you turn her into a begging mess. "AHHHHHH," she continues to scream, you tying her arms bahind her back, spanking her face. "Such a nasty baby begging to be punished," you say. "I LOVE BEING CHOKED, PLEASE, KEEP GOING," Eunbi begs, but you have different plans.

You drag Eunbi's body to the floor, spanking her butt and then lifting it up before taking it for one more round. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES," she screams. Eunbi carries you into her kitchen, you spitting on her face and hitting it nonstop. "Did you take me to the kitchen because you want more sausage?" you ask her as you keep hitting her face. "Yes, baby, I did," she answers.

Eunbi gets hit countless times in her face, you treating her like a completely useless slut. "You took that endorsement because you're nothing without reminding us about your big fucking tits," you say to her. "That's all you are, a stupid horny titcow taking advantage of our lust for your milk bags," you continue, degrading her as Eunbi can't really deny it.

You slde Eunbi's body up and down the floor, before shoving your cock into her throat, enjoying her head-bobbing and tit-bouncing as she sucks it. You sit in ons of the kitchen's stools, jerking your cock off as you stomp in Eunbi's massive boobs, showcasing your domination over her. "Finger that pussy, show me that water bomb," you tell her, Eunbi franctically reaching into her clit as she squirts hard on the floor.

"That's what I want to see," you tell Eunbi, putting one of your foot in her neck the other in her pussy. She gets up and bobs her head on your cock. "Suck it, bitch," you say, Eunbi's red face deepthroating it like crazy. She laughs as you spit and spank her face, "Keep going, show me the cock slut you are, suck it until you gag," you tell her.

Eunbi then turns and spreads her ass, indicating she wants more of your cock inside it. "Come here," you tell her, Eunbi moving in your direction until your cock sinks deep inside her asshole. "YES," she screams, bouncing on your cock as her tits turn into loose pinballs. You grab her hair, pushing her into she stool and spanking her ass hard. "AHHHHH," Eunbi screams almost crying, you plowing her from behind and groping her big tits.

"YES, YES, YES, HOLY FUCK," Eunbi screams. "Open your ass for me, stretch it" you keep telling her, Eunbi fisting her butthole and then letting you dive to eat it while she shakes her ass in your face. You stick your cock in her ass again, Eunbi moving her hips and begging for more. "Harder, harder," she pleads, pushing her head agaisnt the kitchen table. You tease her, thrusting a couple times into her pussy.

"Sit down and turn aroud," you tell Eunbi, flipping the stool and putting her into eye-to-eye contact with you as you grabbed her head and thrusted into her pussy, setting your sights right at her big boobs, kissing her and groping them as Eunbi enjoyed your hard pounding. "Yes, baby, keep going," she begged.

"I've fucked your ass for so long I forgot you had such a good pussy," you told Eunbi, increasing the pace and making her cheeks clap and boobs shake. "Yes, please, keep fucking that pussy," she begged, kissing you and looking you in the eye as you passionately attacked her cunt, getting needier the more you fucked her. "Come here," you told Eunbi, sticking your cock in her pussy in the couch and continuing the romantic session while spitting all over her face. "Please, please, I need more," she begged,

You wrapped your arms around Eunbi's hot body, getting her under your complete control. "I love that," she said, kissing you as your cock kept madly thrusting inside her pussy. You now have total control of Eunbi's small body and her huge tits, her becoming completely submissive and cock-drunk for you. "I don't want you to stop, I want you to keep fucking me forever," Eunbi says, kissing you and showing her vulnerability as she gets pounded like never before.

You turn into use Eunbi's pussy like a fleshlight, attacking it at a straight angle without even looking. "OH YESSSSS," she screams, you making her squirt hard. You reward her for her orgasm by sitting on top of her face and banging her huge tits, Eunbi reaching to jerk your cock off as you plow her tits and finger her wet cunt. "HMMMMMMM," she screams, her moans muffled by your ass in her face as a geyser of squirt comes out of her cunt.

"Look, it's the waterbomb festival," you say to Eunbi as you finger-fuck her pussy at the same time that you fist her mouth. "OHHHHHH," Eunbi screams as she keeps squirting, falling onto the floor. "You're all mine, you fucking big tit slut," you proclaim.

Eunbi pants on the floor as you keep making her pussy squirt and choking her. She coughs, her face completely ruined as you spread her saliva all over it before stuffinf your cock back in her mouth. You drag her back up, Eunbi barely able to stand on her feet, you putting her upside down on the couch as you shove your cock back in her ass on a pile driver. "AHHHHHHH," Eunbi screams, you attacking her asshole really hard. "Open this ass," you tell her, Eunbi spreading her legs and pinning her knees against her big tits. "HOLY SHIT, OH MY GOD, FUCKK," she screams, your cock relentlessly pounding her ass, her body at a fetal position and completely dominated.

"OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES, HOLY SHIT," Eunbi moans as she gets turned into a fleshlight. Her skin is red, her face ruined. You pull out and stick your cock back in her mouth, Eunbi bobbing her head hard on it as soon as it gets down her throat. "Oh yeah," you say as Eunbi gags on your cock. She tilts on the couch, sucking your cock as you push her head against.

"My nasty little big tit girl," you tell Eunbi. "Put this dick inside your ass again," you command to her, Eunbi sitting back on your cock and squatting hard on it, making very loud clapping sounds against your hips. "FUCKKKKKK," she moans, making sure to ride it as hard and fast as possible, pushing you to the edge even though she is already completely wasted. "YES, YES, FUCK," she screams.

Eunbi teases you, jerking your cock off. "I know what you want, put that ass up," you say to Eunbi, placing her back on all fours and drilling her asshole in the couch. "YEAH, YEAH, AHHHHH," she screams, spreading her cheeks for you as your cock destroys her guts. "DON'T STOP BABY, YES, FUCK THAT ASS," Eunbi begs, you stomping on her head as your cock plows her butt hard. She can barely move at this point, completely tapping out as you just use her as a training ground to your pleasure: spanking her, choking her, fucking her, using her.

"Oh yeah, you're such a naughty big tit girl," you say to Eunbi, taking a little break to look at her ruined beauty. "Beg for more," you tell her. "Yes, please," Eunbi follows, you opening her legs and hitting her face and tits, spitting on her body as she fingers her cunt and squirts all over you. "Horny slut," you say to her, choking Eunbi and then putting her legs over her head for a mating press, locking her body except for her massive tits, which you let bounce freely.

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," Eunbi begs as her pussy gets destroyed. You keep choking and spitting on her. "I want you to use my pussy and let me taste your cum," she begs. "You do?" you ask her, increasing the pace and plowing her pussy a bit, before shoving your cock in her mouth for a little round of facefucking that makes her gag.

"Oh fuck," Eunbi moans as she jerks your cock off and sucks it. Her face is completely red now, her barely able to think straight, all she wants to be now is your cocksleeve and you deliver it to her, passionately fucking her pussy while wrapping your arms around her body. You treat her very rough, but also show her how much you love her, Eunbi getting overwhelmed by her emotions as she keeps receiving the fucking of her life.

You hug Eunbi as you keep fucking her pussy. "Yes, please," she begs, your passionate thrusts driving her crazy. You spread her legs and fuck her pussy one last time, Eunbi turning into a beggar. "Please, please, please," she repeats as she keeps getting her pussy plowed on a mating press. Your urge to breed her grows the more time you spend in her pussy, but you won't deny her wish to get your cum in her face.

You pull out of Eunbi, fucking her tits just as you start getting close. She sticks her tongue out, ready for your cum, panting as she can barely breathe, your load hitting right in her face and dripping down her tits. You give her a massive cumshot, built up from all those hours you spent taking pictures of her and holding how horny you were the whole time. "A white rain of cum for the silver rain," you say to her.

Eunbi rewards you with a nice kiss of your cock, twisting your balls. "God, you fuck me so hard it felt like I just got gangbanged by 5 guys," she says. "Ms. Eunbi, you're such an insane woman, fucking her was amazing too" you say to her, praising her skills. "Thank you," Eunbi says, hugging you and feeling a little emotional. You truly owned her and she loved it. "Just one session and you're already my faovirte big tit woman ever," you say, declaring your love for her.

However, you love moment with her suddenly gets interrupted by the door of Eunbi's house ringing.

"Eunbi unnie, we are coming for dinner," a girly voice says behind the door. "Fuck, I gotta hide you," Eunbi says as she shows you her dorm while getting herself dressed to receive her guest.

"Eunbi unnie, why are you taking so long?" another girl's voice comes in. "Sorry, I was busy" Eunbi says as she opens the door, just getting enough time to wear a robe. "No problem," Yena answers her.

"Did you make dinner for us, Eunbi unnie?" Minju asks. "No, I just came home," Eunbi answers her. "You're looking very sweaty," Chaewon says to her.

"Come to my room, I have something way better than dinner for you," Eunbi tells the girls. "If you say so," Minju says. Eunbi guides the 3 girls to her dorm, letting Yena open it as the girls find you naked in Eunbi's spatious bed.

"Oh that's much better than dinner," Chaewon says.

[sunflowerwinds]

bite it | v.a

summary: you and vi have decided that maybe each others company wasn’t the worst thing in the world. but you lay down some ground rules that you can’t help but break when you get pent up.

prev. part -> try it

pairing: fem!cheerleader!reader x soccer player!vi

contains: modern!au, mature content (MEN & MINORS DNI 18+) — fingering (r! & vi!recieving), oral (vi! & r! recieving), tit-sucking (r!recieving), possesive!vi (if you squint & reader if you squint harder), shower sex, kind of exhibitionism (they’re in the showers in a locker room so it’s open).

word count: 3.9K

a/n: SUPRISE!!!! let’s all pretend that i was supposed to post this over two weeks ago. okay? okay. THANK YOU TO MY VAL, MY GOLDEN GIRL @valeisaslut for editing this for me. ily 4ever <3 ENJOY HORNY FREAKS!!!

You and Vi came to an agreement.

If you were going to be fucking while you were partners for this project, there has to be ground rules. Mostly so that Caitlyn wouldn’t find out about it.

One: Only fuck during your ‘work’ time a.k.a your breaks to avoid being seen around campus together.

Two: Do not tell anyone about this as word spreads insanely fast. You two didn’t need your teammates finding out.

Two easy and simple rules that shouldn’t be hard to not break. Well, at least, that’s what you thought.

For the past two days, you had been feeling an abnormal amount of horniness; an aching feeling that can only be described as animalistic. You zoned out during practice and almost got kicked in the nose.

When Caitlyn asked you what’s wrong with you recently, you gave her a short response.

“I’m just stressed about classes,” you responded as you chug your bottle of water as during your break.

Being the absolute angel she was, she offered a quick solution. “Oh, we could study together down in the library on our free days. I’ve got Monday afternoons open.”

The guilt hit at that moment: reminding you of what she didn’t know and how terrible of a friend you’re being to her.

You couldn’t go five seconds without thinking of Vi’s tongue tracing over your clit or her abs pressed up against your back when she finger-fucks you from behind or the way her hands would tighten on your skin with such a natural dominance.

Then the daunting realization washes over you when you check your period calendar.

It’s ovulation week. And you aren’t going to see Vi for another three fucking days.

You tried to get off on your own but your hands and vibrator aren't good enough. Nothing feels as good as her as much as you hate to admit it.

You suck in a deep breath as you attempt to focus on one of your other courses but your mind desperately lingers to the last photo you remember Vi sending you just yesterday.

Being the absolute pain in your ass that she is, she sent you a photo of her ‘injury’ on her stomach on the toned skin that had been scraped from tripping over the ball when it had been passed to her without her realizing. Her hand had held up her jersey to reveal the miniscule spot of redness, the band of her black sports bra peeking from the top of the photo and the waistband of her briefs from the bottom.

Fucking tease, you had thought as you had texted her back immediately to put her shirt down as you couldn’t bare for her to know how you touched yourself to the sight of it ten minutes later.

You shake your head with harsh blinks as you click your pen on your notebook page rapidly to attempt to shush your arousing thoughts, taking in long stabilizing breaths.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You’ve been sleeping with this girl for two weeks now and she’s making you feel like you’re slowly losing your sanity.

Should you–

No. No, you agreed. Only your Wednesdays with her.

But maybe she won’t mind one time. Just once, you try to convince yourself that you aren’t acting feral.

You grab your phone from next to your laptop on your desk, opening your messages with Vi to type something and send it before you can take it back.

You | come over, please?

You watch as the bubbles pop up for a moment, anxiously tapping your fingers on the desk. Your phone buzzes in your hand to show her response.

Violet | wow a please? did someone steal your phone?

You | you’re an ass

Violet | that’s not what you were saying last week when you sat on my face

Your face heats up at the memory of her sloppy noises underneath you as your hands gripped tightly to your headboard and her strong forearms holding you down by your trembling thighs on her face.

Fuck, that isn’t helping.

You | well, is that a no?

Violet | as much as i’d love to, i got practice rn.

Violet | but it ends in 30. i’ll hit the showers then head on over, gorgeous.

Part of you wants to just leave it there; ignore her and stand on your ground to yourself on having the patience you claimed to have. But, the more feverish part of you wants to run down to the field and take her right there in front of everyone.

Wait. Why couldn’t you just go down there?

You type on your phone's keyboard screen, setting it aside out of nerves.

You | i’ll come to you. wait in the showers for me

You resume your studying as if you hadn’t just sent that message, your leg bouncing out of anticipation. Hearing the soft buzz of her response coming through five minutes later, you snatch your phone and hold the screen up to your face.

Violet liked your message

Violet | will do, baby ;)

Desperation gains a whole new definition as you wait around the corner, watching as the last of Vi’s soccer team leaves the locker room, but not seeing her come out. So she can listen every once in a while and not be a stubborn pain.

You place a hand on the cold door, pushing it open with a grunt at the weight of it. The moment it was open, you could faintly hear the sound of a shower running towards the back.

Without further thought, you make your way past the tall blue lockers to enter the showers.

“Vi?” You call out, the echo of your voice filling the area.

The sudden squeak of a handle makes you wince before you hear the sound of a shower curtain being tossed open.

“Down here!” She calls back before resuming the water.

You suck in a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself to see Vi, following the sound of her voice, finding yourself standing in front of the only shut curtain amongst the others that were empty. You curse mentally at the sight of her silhouette, shaking your head.

“Are you just gonna stand there or come on in, gorgeous? I don’t bite.” Vi teases through the curtain, a soft chuckle leaving her. “Much.”

You roll your eyes before stripping yourself of the minimal clothing you had on, ignoring how your underwear had stuck to your sopping cunt. You simply set them down on the bench before gripping onto the flimsy plastic of the shower curtain, tugging it back with a harsh screech.

And god, you couldn’t suppress the moan that left your throat the second your eyes landed on Vi.

The steamy water from the shower head trickles down her delectably toned body, highlighting every ridge of her ribs and abs. Her back tattoo glistens in a way that nearly had you dropping to your knees to lick every line of ink. You truly couldn’t tell how much time passed of you gawking at her until you heard her clear her throat.

“Did you ask to come down here just to stare at me, princess? I mean I don’t mind but…” She trails off as her cocky expression somehow grows wider.

You blink as you lock eyes with her, stepping more into the shower so that the scorching water runs down your own bare body.

“Shut up,” you groan, placing your hands on her chest and pushing her up against the cold yellow tile.

Vi’s eyes, for a moment, widen at your eagerness before she smirks down at you. You don’t give her not even one second to say a smart-ass comment as you press your lips to hers with assertion, cupping either side of her neck to keep her steady. You moan into her mouth as her hands find their way to your ass, gripping the flesh with just as much desperation. Your tongue swipes over her bottom lip, humming as she sucks on your tongue with a soft moan.

You press your hips flush against her lower half, almost grinding into her for any sort of relief. Your clit pulses with need as Vi’s left pointer and middle finger tease at your slit from behind as her right hand holds one cheek open for easier access.

“You want my fingers, baby?” Vi mutters as she nibbles at your bottom lip then trailing down to the nape of your neck.

You whine as you nod against her, wrapping your arms around her neck to keep her somehow even closer to you.

“But,” you gasp as she captures one of your nipples into her mouth, distracting your train of thought. “I-I want to taste you first.”

Vi halts her movements for a moment, taken aback by your words. She pants softly against your skin as her hands grip your waist for a moment. You knew you weren’t as experienced with women but, somehow, the mere thought of getting a taste of her sparked that impulse in you.

“...If you’ll let me.” You add for reassurance, a hand cradling the back of her head as she’s still latched to your boob.

The red haired girl slowly releases your hard nipple from her lips, not before making sure to lick over it once more and standing upright. A ghost of a smile lingers on her lips, the water falling past her face in a cinematic light.

“Get on your knees, gorgeous.” She mutters as her hands follow up your body, as if trying to memorize every inch of you, before stopping to settle on your shoulders.

Her grips tightens slightly, doing as you're told, knees digging into the round drain over and jagged title. Your eyes are immediately hit by the streams of water as you attempt to look up at Vi, cursing at the feeling.

“Shit, sorry,” Vi reaches a hand up to maneuver the mounted neck so that it wouldn’t bother you too much.

You can’t help but feel your heart tighten at the simple yet gentle gesture, but still try to push it as quickly as the feeling comes. You wave her off with a chuckle, brushing your hair out of your face as you realize that your face is right in front of Vi’s crotch. Her bush has you salivating as you lean forward.

You press a kiss just below her belly button, her stomach visibly tightening at the feeling of your lips against her skin. Your hands settle on the thick meat of her muscular thighs as you trail the kisses down her v-line to her aching clit. It’s a hot red, calling for you to cool it down.

Finally, your arm hooks underneath her thigh to lift her leg. She gets the hint and rests her thigh over your shoulder, cursing when you lick that first long stripe over her puffy cunt. She gasps softly, her hips bucking into your face, chasing your tongue with a desperate libido.

“O-oh,” a broken soft moan leaves her lips.

Soaking in the encouragement, you continue your eager motions at her slit. You, shamelessly, moan into her cunt from the sole taste of her.

You can't help but think of what you had been missing out on. Was this why Vi would ravish you and ‘could never get enough of you’?

The addicting musky scent that lingers on your tongue along with the sound of her attempting to shield her noises sparks a flame in you even stronger. Your eyes lock on hers as you suck her clit, humming when she jerks her hips against your face. Your ego shoots through the roof as she lifts one of her toned arms to cover her eyes, her mouth falling open to prettily pant into the steamy shower space.

Her abs tighten as her grinding hips follow your tongue eagerly.

What you would give to have this image imprinted in your mind forever.

Sure, Vi would moan and groan softly into your mouth when she fucked you until you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. But these sounds? The quiet begging and endearing whimpers? Oh, they are driving you insane.

You’re relentless with your tongue along her slit as her breathing picks up, signaling you that she’s getting close. Your arm keeps her thigh up on your shoulder as the thick muscle tightens and threatens to fall back to the ground.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, just like that, baby,” she praises through stuttered whines.

You moan against her clit as you raise your free hand to her cunt, teasing the tip of your pointer and middle through the folds. Vi nods rapidly the second she feels your fingers, pushing her hips against your face.

You gently and gradually slide your fingers into her, making sure to not be too rough with her. She grinds down to follow the new feeling, eager to chase her orgasm that you’re pulling out of her. You curl your fingers as you continue to lick and suck on the sensitive bud.

Vi’s moans are growing higher in pitch, her jaw going slack. Keeping your pace with your tongue and eager fingers, you watch as her flushed face contorts, gripping onto your head to shove your face into her cunt harshly.

You weren’t complaining, that's for damn sure.

You feel her thigh shaking on your shoulder as she finally cums, coating your fingers, the warmth dribbling down your hand. You pull away from her clit but slow down your movements, eager to taste her arousal. Her knees buckle as she chases the orgasm, harsh pants leaving her lips as she attempts to recover.

“Well, fuck, princess,” she says with a shaky chuckle.

You peer up at her from your kneeled position, placing a few soft kisses on her clit teasingly. You hold back a cheeky smirk as she bucks her hips before standing on wobbly knees. Vi takes notice of this as her hands land on your waist to keep you upright, tugging you against her as she captures your lips into a hungry kiss.

Teeth clanking and loud panting fill your ears as you pull away slightly to raise the hand that was inside of her, holding up your two fingers to her red bitten lips. She stares at you with blown out pupils, greedily letting you wipe her own cum in her mouth.

“You taste good, huh?” You mutter with a hum.

Vi groans as she licks her lips to show you she agrees.

“Up against the wall and spread your legs for me,” she instructs as she places harsh kisses to your neck all the way down to your tits.

Usually, you would scold her about marking you up, but that lust blinded part of you wants to shamelessly show them off. So you simply do as you're told, licking over your own lips to remind yourself what you just did. Your back hits the cold tile as the shower water is running lukewarm at this point, no longer steaming up the confined space.

Vi’s teeth bare as she bites at your collarbone, digging her canines into your hot skin. You moan softly as her hand travels down to in between your spread legs to feel your slit with her middle and ring finger.

“Fuck, eating my pussy got you all wet for me, baby?” Vi questions.

You nod as you look at her with nothing but desire.

“I—fuck—needed you,” you admit with a soft whimper.

Vi’s baby blues lock on yours as her smile grows eagerly. You press your lips to hers to attempt to conceal that giddy grin (and the fact that her eye contact alone made your heart skip in an alarming way).

She chuckles, sliding her middle finger into you, messily making out with you as you wanted. Her tongue glides over your own as she easily slides in her ring finger next.

You shiver at the stretch as your arms wrap around her shoulders to keep her close. Her tits press against your own as she continues her sloppy kisses, beginning to pump her fingers into your needy cunt. She detaches her lips from your own to watch your furrowed brows and heavy eyes threatening to shut from the titillating feeling.

“So fuckin’ greedy, baby. What happened to only Wednesday’s, huh?” She teases.

You would snip back but you only moan when she asks the taunting question.

The two of you freeze at the sound of the heavy locker room door opening and shutting with an echoing rumble. Rushed footsteps follow along with low curses of annoyance.

The silence that comes over the two of you is deafening.

“Damn, Vi, you still here?” This person, who you assume is one of her teammates, calls out to the girl who has her fingers inside of you.

Vi stares at you with an eyebrow raise, holding her free hand up to press her pointer finger on her lips. You roll your eyes at her cocky smirk but hold your breath as you listen to the footsteps echoing around the locker room.

“Yeah. I’ll be out soon.” Vi calls back as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of you.

“Well, I think I left my phone here. Did you see it?”

Still, you'd be lying if you said the thought of almost getting caught doesn’t thrill you, just a little.

Your body is the one to give that away for you, clenching around her lengthy fingers, and meeting her eyes. Vi mouths a shush that only makes you want to release the moans itching at your throat even more.

The sound of lockers opening and closing and shuffling of clothes are reminders that you can’t make a sound.

“Did you check the field or the bleachers?” Vi calls out to her teammate as she continues her feverish pumps.

“Shit, you’re probably right.” The teammate mutters to herself as she slams her locker shut.

Vi curls her fingers to meet your g-spot, a sudden moan slipping from your lips at the overwhelming pressure, but she quickly uses her free hand to cover your mouth, your hips stuttering to chase her fingers.

You whine at the way her natural dominance took over in that moment.

“Stay quiet for me, gorgeous. She’s almost gone,” Vi whispers in your ear with a gentle kiss to your cheek.

You huff as you feel your stomach tighten, your orgasm begging to release.

“Vi, did you say something?”

The red haired girl grins at you before calling back: “No. Good luck with finding your phone.”

A beat of excruciatingly long silence passes.

“Alright. Uh, yeah, thanks. Don’t take too long or else Coach will have you running 100 laps again.”

Your brows furrow at Vi at her teammates' insinuation.

Again?

Has she fucked a girl in the showers before?

“Yeah, okay.” Vi snorts as she presses her lips to yours.

The two of you listen for the receding footsteps before the sound of the large door slams once again. You grab onto Vi’s wrist to push her hand away from your shielded mouth as you bury your face into her neck, freely letting your timid moans out now.

“You’re a d-dick,” you stutter out into her damp skin, nibbling a possessive hickey on her skin.

Vi throws her head back to allow better access for your markings, a grunt leaving her lips.

“Oh, you love it, baby,” she mutters smugly.

And the upsetting thing is you really fucking do.

Her arrogant words draw you closer to cumming all over her fingers. Your clit throbs as you remove one of your hands to reach in between your bodies, rubbing your own aching bud.

“Vi, please. ‘M so close.” You whimper.

Vi takes notice of how you’re touching yourself, shaking her head with disappointment.

“Take your hand off.”

Your brow quips at her tone. She sighs as she leans in more to kiss you deeply, making you hum as she pulls away to ghost her lips over your own.

“Please?” She adds with a cheeky grin.

You hesitantly remove your hand, watching as she drops down on her knees with her fingers still pumping inside of you. You watch her latch her lips around your clit and moan lowly at the relieving feeling of her tongue. Your hands weave into her hair instantly, rolling your hips against her face shamelessly, your orgasm clawing at the base of your spine.

Vi’s eyes are hooded with concentration, and she doesn’t dare let up her persistent thrusts. You fold over, attempting to clench your legs to ease the pressure. The familiar overwhelming feeling rips through your chest and stomach.

“I– oh my god,” you whimper throughout your orgasm.

Your inner thighs shake with sensitivity as you can feel yourself leaking down her toned forearm. You let out soft pants as you come down from the orgasm, pushing Vi’s face back as carefully as you could manage. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears as you lean your head back against the tile, shutting your eyes to calm yourself down.

A few seconds pass of Vi placing kisses up your body before you feel the stream of the lukewarm water hitting your boneless naked body.

“So, now, should I be expecting you to ambush me while I’m in the shower from here on out or what’s our schedule looking like?” She tilts her head at you, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I didn’t ambush you. I let you know I was coming,” you shake your head with an amused grin.

Vi’s smile grows at your accidental innuendo, placing a hand over her own lips to attempt to hide it. Before she can say anything, you roll your eyes as you push her chest slightly.

“Ha, ha. Yes, I definitely let you know I was coming. You are so–”

Vi holds her hands up in defense with a shake of her head. “Hey, you said it. I didn’t.”

You two shared heavy kisses until the water runs cold. Showering together felt eerily domestic; not fitting the dynamic you’ve established.

As much as you insisted on just leaving in the clothes you came in, Vi had the brilliant idea to swap clothes. You left the locker room in her baggy joggers and her black wife pleaser, while she sported your ribbed lace grey cami and Hello Kitty pajama shorts that had her ass nearly hanging out of them.

You giggle at the sight as she reaches behind her to tug the back down, walking down the hall to the exit door.

“Well, this is the sexiest you’ve ever looked, Vi,” you motion to her (your) clothing.

Vi scoffs before ranking her eyes up and down your body. “It’s definitely worth it seeing you in my clothes. You look…”

You finish for her as you fold your arms in front of your chest with a knowing smile. “Douchey?”

“Beautiful.” She says simply, her eyes shining as she tilts her head at you.

The soft comment throws you off guard.

It means nothing, you repeat mentally before you take one step forward to capture her lips into a gentle kiss; too gentle for what you two are. Her hands find your waist, thumbing at your hips.

You pull away, hooking your finger onto the strap of the cami to snap it against her skin. “Have fun walking home in that.”

“Same goes to you, princess.” She kisses you once more, lingering as if she wants to stay here with you. “I’ll see you Wednesday?”

“Sadly.” You sigh dramatically.

Vi’s eyes flicker to your lips again once she detaches herself from you completely, pressing her back against the heavy exit door. You watch her leave into the bright midday sun, making her way to her own dorm room.

But you couldn’t help but wonder as you walked home:

Why the fuck did you miss her so much?

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[moon-my-beloved]

office hours 💼 (poly!141 x fem!reader)

Working at a corporate job wasn’t as bad people deemed it to be. The pay was good enough to keep all your bills up to date and you really couldn’t complain other than how boring it was to sit down for eight hours checking over millions of emails everyday. Your tedious cycle is soon interrupted when your general manager urges you that you’re needed at the boss’s office, immediately.

You never liked Monday’s .

Not only were they a struggle to wake up to, but they were a constant reminder that a long week was ahead of you.

It was a bit weird to think about it now. To see yourself working in the business industry, let alone in a setting where you’ve heard and seen people overwork themselves to death. Perhaps it was the bad representation corporate jobs had but you like to think that you were one of the few lucky ones to land in a good working environment thanks to your good friend, Stella.

She was a good friend from the inside and out, and although you are very grateful for her practically saving you from getting evicted from your apartment a year ago, you valued your sleep. Wanting nothing to do but sink into the comfort of your freshly washed sheets.

However, your short-lived bliss was soon interrupted by your second alarm. A loud groan slipping past your lips as you slam your hand against the screen of your phone in hopes of it shutting off. It was 7 AM, meaning that you had about an hour and a half to get ready.

“Fuck me.” You groggily say, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you hastily pull the blankets off of you, dragging yourself to the bathroom.

Brushing your teeth and washing your face took longer than you expected with the speed you were going at. Your outfit was next which didn’t take much time to pick with the few simple (boring) choices you had in your closet. You looked down at your watch only to curse at yourself at the time.

Hurriedly, you make your hair look presentable, sliding your feet into your heels as you grab your necessities on your way downstairs. Laptop, charger, headphones along with some important paperwork all getting stuffed into your bag with little care.

With your keys in hand, you were ready to start another week typing away.

You typically expect a folder already in your desk every time you walk through the doors of the 1-4-1 Corporation building. A bunch of paperwork needed to be checked over and reported for any mistakes along with looking over data was typically your day-to-day tasks. However, what you did not expect is to see a small paper bag filled not only filled with your favorite pastry, but also a steaming cup of hot chocolate next to it.

A smile stretches over your lips as you catch a glimpse of Stella’s own sly grin across from the panel separating you two. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You tease, earning an eye roll from her as she shakes her head. “All the time.”

“Seriously, how are you not married yet? Anyone would be lucky to have a gem like you.” Mumbling the last bit to yourself as you get settled in, not wasting any time to take a bite of the sweet strawberry cruffin in front of you.

Stella just brushes her blonde hair to the side, going back to typing with a smirk. “Precious jewels like me need to be wary of the hungry hands of people.”

“A thank you would have sufficed, woman.” Immediately taking back your compliment back with a groan at her words in which Stella responds by simply throwing her head back in laughter at your embarrassed state.

“You’re no fun in the mornings, babes. So grumpy.” Your friend simply says, swiping some whip cream off your tasty muffin and bringing it up to her lips as you send a glare her way before taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

You get into the flow of things after finishing your breakfast. Going through last week’s reports and checking off papers so they can be sent off as well as checking off dates for any pending events or projects that need to be done before the end of the month. You send a couple emails to the other employees, reminding them of an upcoming meeting with your GM, David.

Speak of the devil, you see him approaching your desk. A rush in his step that has alarms bells raising in your head as his eyes scan the room before they’re landing on you. Uh oh. That can’t be good.

“Hey, can you come with me for a second?” He says rather swiftly, a stiff smile forming on his lips as he taps his finger against your desk.

“Uh.. yeah! Sure.” You respond back, flattening your hands across your skirt as you stand up. You send a quick anxious glance at your friend in which Stella replicates with a worried look of her own as she shrugs her shoulders, a direct way to show her own perplexity to the situation.

Following behind the steps of David, you take the opportunity to go over the things you could have possibly done wrong. Had you missed a report? Done a mistake on the data? Misspelled something? Or miss a date? No. That can’t be. Even with all the things racing through your mind— you can’t figure out why your general manager would want to meet you privately.

You don’t even notice when you two are in the elevator, going up the levels of the building until a small ‘bing’ and the click of the doors sliding open break you out of your frantic haze. Gulping down your nerves, you follow David out of the elevator, heels clicking against polished concrete floors as the man in fronts of you guides you through a hallway you don’t recognize.

Breaking the silence, you stop. David turning back to face you with an illegible expression as he stops in front of a door. “What’s going on? Am I getting fired?” You say, trying your best to hide the shaking in your voice as you stare at him.

“What-? No, no!” David shakes his head, letting out a sigh of his own as he tries to find the words to explain the oddity of him suddenly pulling you out of your seat. “I got a call from Laswell that you were needed at the boss’s office immediately. She didn’t give me an explanation.”

Laswell. Chief operating officer of the company which you only got to see her once when you barely started working for this company. That definitely did not put your nerves to ease, shifting your gaze to door in front of you as your eyes catch a nameplate. Johnathan Price, Chief executive officer.

What the hell.

“Look kid, I’m sure it’s nothing bad.” David says, grabbing your shoulders in an attempt to ground you despite his tone revealing his own doubt. You can only nod as you shift your eyes back to him, offering him a tight smile.

He doesn’t linger for long, telling you something along the lines to not say anything he wouldn’t say as if that helps the bile building in your throat with how nervous you are. You’re left alone after that, eyes boring into into the door before you’re taking a deep breath in, lifting your hand up to knock.

“Come in.” A gruff voice says from the other side of the door.

Lifting a shaky hand, you grip the handle and twist it open as you step into his office. Making sure to gently close the door behind you as you stand a few feet away from the man who can possibly ruin your life by firing you.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you meet his gaze. Cold and steady eyes meet yours, your back straightening without thinking.

His presence screams authority. Perfect ironed suit complementing his domineering look as he leans against his chair. His gaze never wavers, not even when he tilts head to point at the chair in front of him, silently telling you to sit down without uttering a word.

Your brain short circuits for a split second before your feet are swiftly making their way towards the chair. Hands pressed against the material of your skirt as you rest them in front of you, crossing your legs in hopes of coming off as calm and collected despite the sweat building up between your shoulder blades.

He’s analyzing you. Like a predator watching its prey with a sharp gaze, ready to pounce at any moment. You can’t help but squirm. He finally breaks the silence by letting out a soft sigh of his own, arms stretching to rest on top of his desk.

“I can tell you’re nervous and that’s partially my fault for bringing you here in such short notice.” He explains, offering you a sympathetic smile that has you instantly deflating and letting out a small chuckle of your own as you shake your head.

“It’s really no problem, sir,” you say, intertwining your fingers together to keep them from shaking as you offer a small smile, “just caught me off guard that’s all.”

He hums, eyes flickering down to your hands before they’re finding yours again. “Just John, sweetheart. You’ll be working with us soon enough so there’s no need for formalities.” He simply states, grabbing a folder from underneath his desk as he slides it towards you.

Us? What was that supposed to mean?

You break eye contact to look at the manilla folder in front of you. Mouth opening and closing like a fish with how hard it is to form words as you try to process his. “I-I’m sorry, sir— I mean John,” you stutter out, grabbing the folder in your hands and opening it to flick through the pages. “I don’t think I quite understand what you mean..” you drag the last part, your eyes catching onto something that has you stopping mid sentence.

“Request to transfer for the following recipient.”

It takes you a moment to read through all the pages, John’s own watchful gaze still on you as he lets you take in the details of his unexpected proposition. Taking a deep breath, you close the folder and set it back down once you’re finished. The man in front of you seems to be unaffected by the situation, a neutral expression on his face as he stares at you.

“We’ve went through all your records and heard all great things about you.” He assures you, your ears warming up at his praise while mumbling a small thank you. “It was really a last minute decision and I apologize for that. Our previous assistant has recently moved to another department and we took it as an opportunity to find a new set of extra hands.”

You nod to show your understanding, your eyes finding it hard to stay put on his face as he talks with that voice of his. Eyes lingering down to his beard, tie, the expand of his chest and the cuff of his sleeves. You flinch once he taps his finger against the hard table, eyes flicking back to him.

“Sorry.!” You squeak out, an amused eyebrow raised on his face as he stares at you. “Thought I lost you there for a moment. I know it must be a lot to take in right now but please, think about it.”

Everything after that is a blur, John leads you out of his office with his palm hovering over the span of your back as he wishes to hear back from you soon, leaving you with a sticky note between your fingers with his contact information in it, holding it tightly even when you get back to your station.

“What happened? Are you in trouble? Oh, please don’t tell me you got laid of—” Stella rushes, a worried look on her face once you return, her hands squeezing at your shoulders as you stop her rambling.

“Stella— no, I didn’t get laid off,” you say as relief washes over your friend, “I um, got a promotion?”

Stella’s eyes widen at that, a big smile stretching over her lips as she brings you into a tight hug. A small oof passing through your lips at the tight embrace, Stella congratulating you before she’s pulling away from you with furrowed eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you didn’t accept it.”

A pin could drop and you would hear it with how quiet it goes between the two of you as you stare at her with a guilty look. “Did you fall on your way here or something? What the hell, babes!” Your friend declares with bewilderment, flicking your forehead in which you respond with a small yelp as you rub the tender skin.

“Hey! He told me to think about it,” you defend yourself, letting out a soft sigh of your own as you sit back on your chair, the palm of your hand resting against your cheek, “I think he could tell I was close to disintegrating with how nervous I looked.”

Stella lets out a small snort at that, her own arms crossing against her chest as she stares at you, a look in her eyes that just screams spill. “He offered me to be his secretary,” you explain, avoiding eye contact as you start to type the last of your email you were working on before you were unexpectedly interrupted, “said that his recent one left to another department, permanently from the looks of it.”

Stella lets out a hum of her own, her chair squeaking as she moves closer to your desk. “So, what now? Going to leave little old me to fend for myself while you have all the fun?” She says, wiggling her eyebrows at you that might as well imply that you’re about to slide into your superiors pants.

You scoff at that, giving her a deadpan look of your own as you knock your heel against her leg, a small giggle of hers hitting your ears as she returns to her space. “Fine, fine! I’ll stop, but you should give him an answer before it’s too late.” She suggests, standing up as she mentions something about needing more copies before she’s running off.

The day painfully passes at a slow pace, eyes becoming dry and stinging from exhaustion the more you stare at the monitor in front of you. Stella had left long before you and her being so considerate, wanted to wait for you. You rushed her out before she could protest, telling her to get rest and that you needed to finish off some last reports.

Which was a lie, you had finished all your tasks long before your shift was over. There were a few people still lingering around but for the most part, it was practically empty which gave you the time to ponder and fiddle with the sticky note in your hand.

You don’t know why it’s taking you so long to give John a proper response. Nerves heightening every time you think of the man and the way he looked at you. It’s almost embarrassing to think about your superior in such ways, shaking your head to clear any bad thoughts once Stella words repeat themselves in your ear. It was a great offer, beyond great in fact which is why there’s an annoying itch in your brain that finds the whole situation strange.

You sit around for another good minute, checking the clock only to see that you’re thirty minutes past your official departure time.

Taking a deep breath, you scoot your chair, typing out the information from the small piece of paper into your computer as you click on a small icon.

You really hope you won’t regret this decision later on.

a/n: hi guys!! this is a bit rough around the edges since I have no idea how corporate jobs work but please lmk if I need to fix anything! I hope ya’ll enjoy it !

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDs Men Getting "She's busy bro" Text

Request: Hi!! I waited patiently (and eagerly) for your requests to open again, I'm so happy!! I love your writing!! I laughed so hard at the previous request where you mentioned Tara. I have another "Tara is on thin ice" idea, lol. Tara and Mc are having a girls night at Mc's place. Mc is cooking or just doing something, mc's receives a message from the lads men (something random like "hi, how are you, I'm off work"). Tara tells Mc she got a message (since Mc is doing something and she can't answer), and mc tells Tara to reply for her. All good and sweet, what does Tara reply with? "Hi, all good, she's busy now, she will talk to you later!" (Basically, the "she's busy bro" prank but with an oblivious Tara that didn't mean to prank them, lol)

AN: Hey anon, I am sorry for how last I am posting this. But thank you for requesting such a fun scenario. I hope you enjoy this!! Might be ooc at times but I am woman of dramatics so excuse me.

Ingredients: 75% fluff , 25% drama

My Fav: Zayne 🥺

Genre: She's busy bro, prank

Pairing: LaDS boys x fem reader

You’re in the kitchen, half-focused on stirring the pasta and half-listening to Tara rant about her latest training match when your phone buzzes on the counter.

“Hey, your phone just lit up,” Tara says, leaning over to check the screen. “It’s one of the guys. Something about ‘how are you?’ and ‘off work.’”

“Just reply for me,” you say, tossing a handful of garlic into the pan. “Tell him I’ll get back to him later.”

Tara shrugs, picking up your phone and squinting at the message. Her thumbs fly over the screen as she replies, “Hi, all good, she’s busy right now, she’ll talk to you later!”

She hits send with a satisfied nod, setting the phone back down without a second thought

Rafayel:

You lunge to catch Tara as she collapses, her hands flying to her throat, her breaths coming out in sharp, choking gasps.

“Tara!” you gasp, your watch buzzing with frantic alerts, the tiny screen flashing red with proximity warnings.

And then you see it. The curving, sinuous tendrils creeping from the edges of the painting on your wall. The one Rafayel gifted you not long ago. The inky black swirls ripple like living shadows, curling toward you.

You snatch your phone from the counter, one arm still braced around Tara’s trembling form, your body blocking her from the painting as the tendrils inch closer. You hit Rafayel’s contact, your finger jabbing the call button with a fury you can barely contain.

He picks up on the first ring, and you don’t give him a chance to speak.

“Stop it. Now.”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end, the sound of crashing waves and distant seagulls crackling through the line, but you don’t flinch.

“I swear to the fucking seas,” you snarl, your voice low and dangerous, “I will never talk to you again if you hurt her.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end, a flicker of hesitation, and then the tendrils retreat, coiling back into the frame like startled serpents, the air around you cooling as the painting slowly still.

Tara collapses against you, her breathing evening out, her death grip on your arm loosening as she gasps for air. You meet her wide, dazed eyes, your own heart still hammering in your chest.

She gives you a shaky, crooked grin. “That was kinda hot,” she croaks, her lips twitching into a weak, mischievous smile, and your heart melts on the spot.

It takes Rafayel three weeks of pleading, apologizing, and bribing (both you and Tara) to be forgiven for 'the incident'. He sends flowers, chocolates, and a rare pearl necklace that you suspect he made with his anguished cries.

But the painting stays. “For protection,” he insists, his tone defensive, his eyes shifting away from yours when you bring it up. “You’ll thank me one day.”

You roll your eyes, but don’t push it.

Xavier:

He just shows up at your door. Because, of course, he does.

However busy you were, he could stop it. He is a victim to the sunk cost fallacy. If he has to pull you out of some other guy’s orbit, he’ll do it, no hesitation.

He knocks once, twice, each rap firm but patient, the ripped delivery package dangling from one hand, his other tucked casually into his jacket pocket.

The door swings open, and he inhales to deliver his practiced excuse." “Delivered to wr....” He blinks, momentarily thrown off as Tara opens the door, her hair a chaotic mess, pasta sauce smeared up to her cheeks like she’s just face-planted in a pot of marinara.

Behind her, you’re hunched over a massive dish of pasta, a noodle dangling from your lips, your eyes going wide as you choke at the sight of him, your face turning a lovely shade of tomato red.

“Oh, he—uhgh!” you splutter, breaking into a fit of coughing, nearly dropping the fork in your hand.

Xavier’s eyebrow twitches, his frown slowly morphing into a wide grin as his shoulders relax, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he takes in the chaotic scene.

There’s a long, painful beat of silence.

Then Tara, completely unfazed, just wipes her cheek with the back of her hand, shrugs, and steps aside. “You coming in or what, dude?” she says, like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Somehow, Xavier ends up joining your girls’ night, plopping down on the couch, grabbing a fork and helping himself to the monstrous bowl of pasta, because why not?

He makes a few snarky comments about your terrible math skills, but shuts up when you threaten to make him eat his own disastrous cooking as punishment.

Predictably, he’s the first to fall asleep. Conveniently, on your shoulder, his head tucked against your neck, his soft breathing mixing with the faint sound of the movie still playing in the background.

Zayne:

Zayne, of course, doesn’t take the bait.

He’s the only one who doesn’t react to the “She’s busy, bro” text like it’s a declaration of war, because he’s seen this sort of thing before.

As a surgeon, he’s often out of reach, his pager passed off to a resident while he’s deep in the OR, his hands steady, his mind clear as he cuts through flesh and bone. He knows what it’s like to be unavailable, to be occupied with things that demand his full focus.

So when he gets the text, he just blinks at his phone, smiles a little, and sets it down without a second thought, already mentally filing away a dessert he can bring you later, something to help you relax after your busy day.

And he does. He shows up that night, a paper bag in one hand, his coat still smelling faintly of antiseptic and coffee, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the faint lines of old scars.

“Hey,” he says, his voice soft, a little shy, like he’s not sure if he’s intruding. “I brought tiramisu. Thought you could use a break.”

He’s literally the most precious bby, and you have to resist the urge to hug him right there in the doorway.

Sylus:

He’s in the middle of a deal, lounging back in his leather chair.

He checks his phone on a whim, his fingers flicking over the screen, and sees your text. His lips curl into a slow, arrogant smile as he types out a quick, casual, “Hey, what are you up to, sweetie?”

When the "She's busy, she'll call you later," text comes back, the smile freezes on his lips.

Busy? Busy?

His mood sours instantly. His fingers curl around the edge of his desk. He flicks his gaze back to the fumbling dealer in front of him, and his generosity reserves run dry.

“Out.”

The dealer stumbles back, wide-eyed, sweat beading on his forehead as he stammers out a “Y-Yes, sir!” before practically tripping over his own feet to escape the room.

Sylus leans back in his chair, teeth gritted, jaw tight, the soft click of his metal-tipped fingers against the desk the only sound in the now-silent room.

But just as he’s about to mentally spiral, his phone buzzes again.

“Made a pretty big batch of pasta, would you like some?”

He blinks, eyes flicking to the photo you’ve attached. A literal tub of way too much pasta, the noodles piled high, the sauce thick and steaming, a chaotic heap of carbs that only you and Tara could possibly miscalculate into existence.

He huffs, a quiet, exasperated chuckle slipping past his lips, the tension in his shoulders melting away. He leans back, his head tipping against the cool leather of his chair, a small, fond smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

“I’ll be there in 20. Don’t start without me.”

And just like that, his mood is ruined in a completely different way, his dark, dangerous aura slipping into something much softer as he straightens his tie and stands, already picturing you waiting with a bright grin and a mismatched fork.

Caleb:

“Why does she get to use your phone and I don’t?” Caleb storms around your apartment, his boots clomping against the hardwood floor, his uniform still perfectly pressed.

It’s been an hour of this. A Fleet Colonel throwing a full-on tantrum in your tiny studio, pacing like a caged animal, his jaw clenched, his fingers flexing at his sides as if he’s debating strangling the nearest pillow. You did put your plushies away at the first given chance.

Pouting. Whining. Sharp, accusing glances thrown your way every time you so much as move.

You’re honestly grateful that Tara had left before this. She’d probably just laugh and egg him on, and you don’t need two chaotic messes in your living room right now.

“Caleb, I was busy,” you try to reason, leaning against the kitchen counter as he paces. “I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

He whirls to face you, his eyes dark, his jaw ticking, his hair somehow still perfectly in place, untouched by the cap he’d clearly ripped off the second he stormed through your door. Your mind unhelpfully drifts to the way that uniform clings to his shoulders, the way his collar hugs his throat, and nope, now is not the time for that.

“Busy?” he spits, his voice a low, irritated rumble. “Busy with what? And why with her, exactly?”

You sigh, pressing a hand to your forehead, already exhausted from the emotional hurricane that is Caleb. “I was cooking, Caleb. With Tara. I didn’t want to leave you hanging, so I asked her to text you back.”

He scoffs, his shoulders tense, his eyes narrowing like he’s daring you to try that excuse again.

Rage bait Tara is Colonel Caleb’s worst nightmare come to life. Given how you never seem to care how close she gets to you, how easily she invades your space, how unapologetically she teases you.

Much to Caleb’s dismay, you never seem to mind.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

FROM LIPS TO HIPS.

paring : phainon, mydei, sunday, moze, anaxa x f!reader (separate)

tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal), filthy sēx, blow job, virgin reader, mirror sēx, gentle moze, rough mydei, pet-names, degradation, spanking, nipple play and hōrny men. (mdni)

synopsis : He didn’t expect you to be that good in a blow job for the first time…welp…I guess he gotta fuck you properly huh?

note : not proof read, sorryyy!!! ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

You're on your knees between his thighs, eyes wide and lips slick with pink gloss. You’d been so shy at first, fidgeting with your fingers, but now? Now you're sucking him down like you were born for it.

Phainon’s fingers tighten slightly in your hair, not pulling—never pulling—but guiding, letting his touch stay gentle even as he stares down at you with parted lips and stunned eyes. “Sweetheart…” he breathes out, his voice catching. “You sure this is your first time?”

You hum around him, lashes fluttering, your doe eyes looking up through smudged mascara with the kind of innocent glow that shouldn’t match the filth of your mouth working his cock. Each movement of your tongue has him twitching in your throat, his free hand flexing helplessly at his side.

“Gods…” he whispers, tilting his head back for a second as his hips roll forward, just once. “You’re driving me insane.”

He doesn't last long. He pulls out gently, breathing hard, staring down at your messy, spit-slick mouth, his cock glistening in the low light. You swallow, still looking up at him, all glossy and wrecked and so proud of what you just did.

Phainon exhales a shaky laugh, brushing your hair away from your face. “That mouth is going to be trouble for me, isn’t it?”

You grin, a little shy again now, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. “Did I do good?”

He cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your lip. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You were perfect. So perfect, in fact, that I have no choice now.”

You tilt your head. “No choice?”

He smiles—soft, playful, but dark behind the eyes. “I’ve got to fuck you properly, don’t I?”

Before you can speak, he's lifting you up into his arms like it’s nothing. He lays you on your back, climbing over you with a gaze that’s burning through every inch of your body. His hands are warm on your skin as he undresses you slowly, savoring the sight of you spread out beneath him.

“You’re shaking,” he whispers, brushing his lips over your chest. “Still so shy, even after that? Sweet little thing…”

You moan softly as his mouth finds your nipple, tongue teasing before his teeth close around it in a soft bite. His other hand slides between your thighs, parting them with ease, fingers grazing over how wet you already are.

“Look at you,” he says with a grin. “So worked up and I’ve barely touched you.”

His fingers play with your nipple again, giving it a quick, rough pinch that makes your breath hitch. “Sensitive too. That’s adorable.”

You squirm beneath him, your voice breathless. “Please… Phainon…”

“Patience, sweetheart.” His palm comes down gently across your thigh—smack—a teasing, playful spank that makes your legs twitch. “You’re gonna get everything. I just like hearing you beg for it.”

He presses the head of his cock against your entrance, eyes locked on yours, checking every little flicker of your expression.

“You ready?”

You nod fast, eyes wide. “Yes. I want it—I want you.”

Phainon leans in, kissing you softly even as he pushes into you, slow and deep. You gasp against his lips, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. “So tight,” he groans into your mouth. “You feel like heaven.”

He starts to move, hips rolling in smooth, steady thrusts, filling you over and over. It’s not brutal like Mydei—it’s deep, teasing, paced perfectly to keep you trembling and wanting more. He reaches down and pinches your nipple again, making you cry out just as he slams into you harder.

“Every time you make that sound,” he whispers, voice low, “I wanna keep you like this forever. Pretty and ruined and mine.”

You whimper his name, clinging to him, your legs wrapping around his waist. He picks up the pace, not rough—but firm, confident, making sure you feel all of him.

And then—another playful smack to your ass, his fingers squeezing the softness. “Keep those sounds coming, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.”

You’re already close, breath catching, your walls clenching around him. “Phainon—I’m—“

“I know.” He kisses you again, deep and sweet as he fucks you through it. “Let go for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And when you do, it hits you hard—your body trembling around him as he follows soon after, hips jerking as he spills inside, warmth flooding through you.

He doesn’t pull out right away. He stays close, stroking your sides, kissing your flushed cheeks, breathing hard with a smile.

“You really surprised me, you know that?” he murmurs.

You grin sleepily, lashes fluttering. “I wanted to impress you.”

He chuckles, brushing your hair back. “Oh, sweetheart. You wrecked me.”

Your knees were already sore from how long you'd been down there, but you didn’t care. Not when Mydei was gripping the back of your head like that, not when his cock was hitting the back of your throat over and over. Your pink glossy lips stretched wide around him, spit dribbling down your chin, slicking up his shaft every time he pulled back.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” His voice was low, cruel in its amusement. “No way this is your first time, princess.” He jerks your head back just enough to let his cock slap against your cheek, smearing your gloss. “Look at this face. Mascara smudged, eyes all teary and fucked-out already.”

You gasped, chest rising and falling as you tried to breathe, tongue still out, licking his length. “It is my first,” you whimper, voice all breathy and ruined. “I wanted to be good for you.”

That made something inside him snap.

He grabbed you hard and yanked you up, dragging you against his chest. “Good for me?” he groaned against your ear. “You think this sweet little mouth is enough?” His cock pressed against your stomach, thick and twitching, soaked in your spit. “No, no. If you’re gonna be mine, princess, I’m going to fuck you properly.”

You barely had time to breathe before he was bending you over the edge of the bed, yanking your panties down your thighs, spreading your legs wide.

“Gods, look at this messy cunt. Already drooling for me?” He runs two fingers along your slit, spreading you open just to watch you clench around nothing. “You act all shy, but you’re dripping like a bitch in heat.”

“Please…” You gasped, arching your back, trying to grind on him. “I want it—I want you.”

He chuckled darkly. “You’ll get me.”

And then he was pushing in—deep, thick, unrelenting. Your body seized up around him, your fingers gripping the sheets, a sob breaking out of you as your pussy stretched around his cock. “M-Mydei—!”

“You feel that?” he groaned, snapping his hips forward hard, making you yelp. “That’s what happens when you suck cock like a whore. Now your cunt’s gotta match it.” His hand came down—smack!—right on your ass, hard enough to make you jolt. “Say it, princess.”

“Say what?” you cried, trembling.

“Say this pussy’s mine.”

“It’s yours! It’s yours, Mydei, fuck—!”

He rewarded you with another smack, this one on the other cheek, before grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and fucking into you filthy. The sound was obscene—wet, skin-slapping, your slick coating everything. His cock pistoned in and out like he owned you, like he’d been waiting to ruin you from the moment he laid eyes on those pretty, pink lips.

“Oh gods, I—I'm gonna—!”

“You’re not cumming yet,” he growled. One hand moved to your chest, grabbing your tits roughly, fingers pinching and twisting your nipples till you sobbed. “Not until I say. You want to be my good girl, don’t you, princess? Then take it.”

You nodded frantically, biting your lip, tears running down your cheeks as he bullied your pussy into submission. “Y-Yes! I’ll be good, I swear—!”

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you for fucking me!” you cried, voice cracking. “Thank you for using me, for—”

He grunted, thrusts getting sloppier, deeper, and suddenly you could feel it—that pulsing, that heat, that moment right before he fell apart. “You’re gonna take every fucking drop, princess. Gonna keep me nice and warm in that little cunt of yours.”

You moaned like you’d been starved for it.

And then he snapped—hips buried deep, cock twitching inside you as he came hard, spilling thick, hot ropes deep into your cunt. You whimpered as you felt it all, the way your pussy fluttered around him, the mess spilling out the moment he started to pull back.

But he didn’t leave.

He stayed inside, hips rocking slowly now, grinding into you to fuck it in deeper. “That’s it. Keep it in. All of it.” He leaned down over your back, voice heavy in your ear. “You look so pretty like this. Ruined. Bred. My filthy little princess.”

Your eyes fluttered, lips swollen, face flushed and messy with gloss and tears and pride.

“More,” you whispered, wiggling your hips. “Please, Mydei... more.”

He smirked, cock still hard inside you. “Oh, you’ll get more. You’re not done until I say so.”

Your body is still tingling, a mix of pleasure and soreness, as Mydei pulls back. The feeling of him leaving you empty for a second almost drives you mad with want.

"You like that, princess?" he mutters low, his voice rough as he slides his hands down your back, tracing the curves of your hips. His thumb swipes across your wetness, testing how much of him you’ve taken. “You’ve got me wired... Fuck, I didn’t think you’d look this good after.”

You shiver, trying to stay still as his thumb presses against your sensitive spot, teasing but not giving you enough. “Please… more, Mydei,” you beg, voice trembling. “I want all of you.”

He chuckles, his breath hot on your neck as he presses your face into the soft sheets, your body still bent over. “More, huh? You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, princess?”

You nod desperately. “Yes. Please, don’t stop.”

He’s quick to push you forward, his cock slipping back inside with a soft grunt. This time, he doesn’t waste time with teasing. He pulls your hips against his, setting a steady rhythm, deeper than before, filling you completely. His pace is slow at first, but you can feel it—the tension building in his every thrust.

His hand snakes around to your chest, fingers curling around your sensitive nipples, rolling them roughly as his cock slides in and out of you. A soft moan escapes you as your back arches, your hands gripping the sheets tighter. “You like that?” he growls. “Like when I play with these too?”

“Yes—yes, Mydei!” You moan in response, voice higher now as the pleasure begins to rise again. “It feels so good. I can’t—”

He tightens his grip on your waist, stilling your movements. “No more talking unless you want me to fuck you harder, princess.”

You bite your lip, nodding, trying to obey. But his cock feels so good, hitting just the right spots, and the way his rough hand plays with your chest—it’s too much. Your body betrays you, clenching around him as you reach the edge again. You can feel your walls tightening, needing more, desperate for him.

“Do you feel it?” His voice is dangerously low, almost teasing now, as he watches you struggle to hold back. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Such a good girl for me.”

You can barely get the words out. “Yes… I—yes, Mydei…”

He chuckles darkly, pulling your hair back to expose your neck, nipping at the skin as he fucks into you deeper. The pressure in your core builds, and with a soft gasp, you finally lose control, your body tightening around him as your orgasm hits, waves of pleasure rushing through you.

Mydei doesn’t slow, though. His pace is relentless, pushing you even further, until you’re gasping for breath, your body trembling from the intensity. The mix of roughness and tenderness is overwhelming, but you can’t help but crave it.

Finally, when it feels like you can’t take anymore, he pulls back and flips you onto your back, his eyes wild with hunger. “One more, princess,” he growls, pressing his cock against your entrance again, this time more urgently.

“You’re not done until I’m satisfied,” he mutters, voice low and possessive, as he pushes in, taking control again.

You whimper beneath him, eager to be used again, wanting nothing more than to feel him claim you completely. This wasn’t just about the sex anymore—it was about him marking you, making sure you’d never forget how completely he owned you.

“Say you’re mine,” he commands, each word gritted between his teeth as he starts to fuck you harder again.

You moan, eyes meeting his, your voice a desperate plea. “I’m yours, Mydei. Always yours.”

“W-wait… it’s your first time?”

Sunday’s voice trembles as he looks down at you, flushed and wide-eyed. His cock twitches against your tongue, slick with spit, your lips glossy and swollen. You pull back just enough to smile sweetly up at him—mascara smudged, doe eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Mhm,” you murmur, licking the tip slowly. “But I wanted to make you feel good…”

“Angel,” he groans, head dropping back, wings twitching behind his ears. They flutter fast—uncontrollably fast—as if his whole body can’t handle how good your mouth feels wrapped around him. “You—fuck—you’re too good at this. You’re dangerous.”

You giggle, then sink your lips around him again, taking more, letting your tongue swirl with practiced instinct, and the soft sound that escapes him is broken. His hands shake as they rest on your head, not guiding—he doesn’t dare. He’s too stunned. Too grateful.

When he cums, it’s with a breathless cry, his wings snapping out wide and trembling behind his ears, twitching wildly in rhythm with every spurt he spills onto your tongue. You swallow, slowly, looking up at him like the picture of sweet satisfaction.

He stares down at you, panting, chest rising and falling. “That was your first time?” he asks again, voice cracking in disbelief. “Angel… I have to—no, I need to—”

You barely have time to react before he’s pulling you onto the bed, hovering over you like he’s starved. His kisses are frantic and soft at once, whispering your name against your skin like a prayer. “Let me fuck you properly. Let me treat you the way you deserve.”

His hands fumble with your clothes, needy, reverent, worshipping every inch of exposed skin. He kisses down your neck, to your chest, suckling your nipples until you're gasping and trembling, his thumbs rolling over the hardened peaks as he sighs against you.

“So soft… so perfect…” he murmurs, almost drunk on the feel of you. “My angel…”

When he enters you, it’s with a whimper, his hips trembling as he sinks in to the hilt. His wings flutter again—excited, overwhelmed—shivering behind his ears.

“Warm… you’re so warm,” he moans, burying his face in your neck as he starts to move. His thrusts are shaky at first, too needy to pace himself, but he tries. For you. “I want to make it good for you… I want to ruin you sweetly…”

Your hands grip his back, nails raking gently along his skin, and the soft sounds you make only push him further. He’s panting, whimpering, unable to stop himself from pressing deeper, faster, whispering pet names like he’s losing his mind.

“Sweetheart… my pretty baby… you’re taking me so well…”

He cums again with a soft, high moan, cock twitching inside you as his wings flutter wildly, flapping in rhythm with every pulse of his orgasm. But he doesn’t stop.

He can’t.

He’s still hard. Still needy.

He pulls back just enough to look at your face—flushed, glowing, lips parted—and then he’s fucking into you again with a desperate whine. “Again,” he begs, voice shaking. “I wanna cum again—please, I need to fill you up more.”

You wrap your legs around him tighter, nodding. “Do it, Sunday. Cum in me again…”

His hands grip your hips, head dropping to your chest as he thrusts harder, faster now. The room is filled with wet, messy sounds as he fills you again, his cock buried deep, another wave of release wracking through him. His wings flap frantically, twitching like they’re going to lift him off the bed.

“Gonna fill my angel ‘til you’re dripping,” he babbles, slurring the words against your skin. “Gonna make you mine. Gonna keep you full of me…”

He stays inside, hips grinding slowly, moaning into your shoulder as he rocks through the aftershocks. You feel it—so much—creamy and warm, leaking already. He’s breathless and shaky, holding you like you’re all that’s anchoring him to the earth.

And his wings? Still fluttering, soft and slow now… like he’s never been happier.

“Mmh—wait—wait, you’ve never… done this before?”

Moze’s voice comes out low and stunned, thick with disbelief as he stares down at you between his legs. His hand trembles just slightly in your hair, not pulling, just resting there like he’s scared to move too much and ruin the moment. You glance up shyly, lips glossy and slick, mascara slightly smudged, and give a soft little hum, your doe eyes blinking slowly.

“N-no… but…” you pause, pulling back just enough to whisper, “I wanted to make you feel good…”

He breathes in sharp, like your words punched the air right out of his lungs. He’s so red in the face—ears flushed too, all the way to the tips—and he nods rapidly, fumbling out a soft, shaky, “You’re doing s-so good… sweetheart… oh fuck—”

You slide your tongue over the tip again, slow and warm, feeling him twitch against your lips. You’re hesitant at first, trying to copy what you’ve read, seen, imagined, but something about the way Moze melts under your touch makes you bolder. He keeps moaning softly, his voice hitching with every movement of your mouth, like he can’t believe it’s real.

“F-feels so good,” he stammers, biting down on his knuckle as if he’s scared he might moan too loud. “Didn’t think—I didn’t know it could feel like that…”

When he finally cums, his thighs tremble and his hips jerk forward in tiny, helpless thrusts. The way he gasps your name, breath shivering out of him, makes you feel warm all over. He spills across your tongue, salty and hot, and you swallow instinctively, licking your lips clean as you look up at him again.

Moze is wide-eyed, mouth parted in awe. “I… that was your first time?” he breathes, voice soft and shaken. “Sweetheart, I gotta—I have to—”

He doesn’t even finish the sentence. He just scoops you into his arms and lays you down so gently it makes you whimper. His big hands run along your sides, holding you like you might break, his thumbs stroking over your trembling thighs.

“I need to be inside you now,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. “Need to make you feel even better than that. Want you to feel how much I love you, how much I need you…”

You nod shyly, face flushed, and he kisses you so sweetly it makes your chest tighten. His hands are trembling as they slide under your shirt, lifting it up, and when your chest is finally exposed, Moze stares—silent, reverent.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, brushing his thumbs over your nipples with feather-light touches. “So warm… I wanna stay here forever…”

He leans down, mouth closing over one nipple as he groans softly. His tongue is warm, slow, lavishing your chest with long, slow licks before switching sides. He mouths at your breast like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, fingers teasing the other until your back arches under him.

“You make the sweetest sounds,” he mumbles, lips dragging over the curve of your chest. “So pretty, so good for me…”

You gasp when his fingers trail down, teasing between your legs before he eases himself inside you slowly, almost reverently. He’s shaking again, not from nerves, but from how much he’s holding himself back. His forehead drops to your shoulder, and he lets out the softest, most broken moan you’ve ever heard.

“You’re tight… oh stars, sweetheart, you feel like heaven…”

He moves slow, hips rolling in gentle thrusts, careful not to overwhelm you. He kisses every part of you he can reach—your neck, your shoulder, the side of your face—while his hands never leave your chest. He’s obsessed, practically worshipping your breasts with every roll of his hips, whispering how good you feel, how much he adores you.

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” he breathes, a little dazed. “Can’t believe I get to be inside you like this…”

Your name leaves his lips like a prayer when he cums—soft, deep, and warm, filling you in long, pulsing waves. He gasps your name again and again as his hips grind in, making sure every drop stays deep inside. You feel it leaking already, warm and messy between your legs, and Moze shudders.

“I—I didn’t mean to do that so fast,” he whispers, nuzzling against your cheek. “You just… you felt too good, and you looked so pretty underneath me…”

He doesn’t pull out. His cock is still hard, still twitching a little inside you. He kisses you, breath still uneven, and strokes your sides with trembling hands.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and dazed, “can I… stay inside? Just for a bit? Wanna keep you full… wanna feel you a little longer…”

You nod against his shoulder, and he exhales shakily, wrapping his arms around you as if he’s scared to let go.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be that good with your mouth,” Anaxa growls against your neck, voice hot and thick, one slender hand tangled in your hair while the other grips your hip. “All innocent-looking, blushing, lips shiny and pink—then you go and suck me off like a damn expert?”

He bites down—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to sting—and you yelp, squirming under him as heat flares through your chest.

“I-it was my first time,” you breathe out, cheeks burning.

Anaxa pulls back just enough to stare at you, eyes dark and glittering. “That was your first? You’re fucking with me, princess.”

You shake your head, and his grip tightens.

“Stars, you’re filthy. Pretty girl on her knees, making the messiest eye contact while drooling on my cock like you were born to do it,” he grunts, reaching down to palm your ass. “You know what that does to me.”

Then he slaps you—one sharp smack to your ass that leaves you gasping and arching into him. He smirks.

“You liked that,” he says. “Didn’t you?”

You don’t answer fast enough.

Another slap.

“Say it.”

“Yes—yes, I liked it,” you whimper, voice trembling as you feel his cock press harder against your soaked entrance.

“Good,” he says, lining up and sliding in all at once—slow but deep, filling you until your thighs shake. “Because I’ve been dying to ruin you since that first fucking suck.”

He starts thrusting immediately, hips snapping forward, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around you as you claw at the sheets. Each thrust is rough but controlled, angled to hit deep and drag every moan out of you.

“Princess,” he grits out, biting your shoulder again, “you were made for this. Made for me. This tight little cunt, this body—it’s mine. All mine.”

He spanks you again, harder this time, and your walls clench around him so tight he snarls.

“Fuck—don’t do that unless you wanna make me cum already.”

You whine under him, eyes glazed, mascara smudged, lips parted and glossy from earlier. He watches your chest bounce beneath him, one hand reaching to twist and tug at your nipples until you sob.

“These tits,” he mutters, breath ragged. “I could bite them, fuck them, drown in them. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You can barely speak now—too full, too hot, too lost in how deep he’s going. But you gasp his name, breathy and sweet, and that’s all it takes.

“Shit—gonna fill you,” he growls, hips stuttering as his rhythm gets sloppy. “Gonna stuff you full, pretty girl. Gonna make sure it leaks out for days—remind you who this body belongs to.”

He cums deep, thrusting rough and slow, making sure not a single drop goes to waste. You feel it pulse inside you, warm and heavy, and your entire body trembles beneath him.

He doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he leans in close, voice rough but quieter now.

“You’re mine. Every moan, every drip down your thighs—mine.”

And then, soft again, as he brushes your hair back:

“Good girl.”

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[dulceamore]

under your mercy — joel miller

pairings oldman!joel miller x reader

summary joel finds himself rubbing his face againsts your boobs for comfort before falling asleep after a long day of jackson work.

tags sunshine x grumpy, soft joel sleepy reader. cuteness overload once more. established relationship, jackson era, joel hating on tommy for making him work so much. unspecified agegap.

masterlist

joel trudged through the front door, exhaustion clinging to him. patrol had been long enough, but the real kicker had been the errands tommy roped him into afterward. the sun had long since dipped below the mountains by the time he finally made his way home.

he shed his jacket, draping it over the chair and kicked off his boots with a grunt, rubbing a hand down his face as he took in the peaceful stillness of the house. upstairs. that’s where you’d be. as tired as he was, the thought of crawling into bed beside you was the only thing keeping him upright.

dragging himself up the stairs, his joints protesting with each step, he finally reached the bedroom. joel paused, taking a moment just to look at you. the beauty of you.

the steady rise and fall of your breath soothing something deep inside him. he’d never get over how lucky he was. how after everything, he ended up here.

carefully, he eased onto the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight. instinctively, you stirred, murmuring his name in a sleepy whisper.

“mm. s’just me,” he murmured, his arm already curling around you.

you hummed in response, barely awake, but you still shifted closer. “missed you,” you mumbled, words heavy with sleep.

joel closed his eyes, letting the words soak into him. his grip tightened holding you close. “missed you too, sweetheart.”

“long afternoon?”

“tommy’s a pain in the ass.”

joel groaned, “made me run all over town doin’ shit he coulda done himself. damn fool thinks i got endless energy.”

a sleepy giggle escaped you as you brushed a hand through his hair. “poor old man.”

“watch it.” joel grumbled.

your laughter softened. then, almost hesitant, you whispered, “i’m sorry.”

joel lifted his head slightly, brow furrowing. “what for?”

“for falling asleep without you,” you murmured. “i should’ve waited.”

“sweetheart, i don’t need you to wait up for me. just need you here when i get home.”

you sighed, letting yourself fully relax into him, letting his words settle in your chest. “okay.”

he hummed, brushing a soft kiss against your temple. “love you.”

"i love you too," you smiled, curling against him, finally letting the weight of sleep take you under again.

after a while, you felt sensation in your chest.

“joel—what are you doing?”

when you looked down and saw him. his head resting against your chest, his face pressed into the fabric of your shirt.

shifting his head slightly to the left, then to the right, like he was settling into the perfect spot. the motion was lazy, unhurried, like he was soaking in the comfort of you, like he needed the reassurance of your warmth.

particularly between the presence of your boobs.

joel exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around your waist. “gettin’ comfortable,” he mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion.

“you’re hopeless.”

he grumbled something incoherent, shifting slightly but refusing to lift his head. you felt the way his body melted against yours, like the tension from the long day was finally slipping away.

“you good now?”

joel hummed in response, nuzzling into you once more. “mm. real good.”

you sighed, letting your fingers drift lazily through his hair. “sleep, joel.”

“this is sleep,” he mumbled against your shirt, his voice softer now, quieter. "i love your boobs so much..."

his breath evened out, the warmth of him soaking into you, you knew this is where he felt safest. right here, tangled up in you, resting his weary bones where he belonged.

[randominchident]

from friends to this

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. max verstappen x reader ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

you've been friends with max for as long as you can remember, it takes a redbull engineer asking you out for both of you to realise you want more. (so much softness and longing)

alternative ending possessive version can be read here

You couldn’t remember the exact day you two had become friends. It was some day in middle school, you were sure of that. But the details had blurred over the years. It felt like you had always known each other.

Max had always been in your life.

You had always been in his.

Sitting in each other’s orbits just felt natural—though entirely platonic. That was the part others struggled to understand.

It was laughable the amount of times waiters had brought candles to your dinner table, 'for the mood', assuming the two of you were on a date. You'd stop correcting them after the third time it happened. Besides, it was fun to laugh about. To joke about how much you'd annoy each other if you really were a couple.

"You snore like a bear," you said, laughing over a glass of red wine, "I pity your future girlfriend."

"Doesn’t seem to bother you too much."

“For a free hotel room, I’ll put up with anything.”

He laughed.

After all these years of sporadically sharing hotel rooms, late night drives, unlimited paddock passesand crude jokes—you two had stayed simply good friends. He'd held you through bad break ups and you had held him through every DNF and every crash. You knew eachother like the back of your hand. Friends for life, that was what you always said.

Until things started to shift. Slowly. Subtly. So gently that neither of you really noticed.

It was Free Practice.

Rain had settled over the city days ago and showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. The paddock was chaos—engineers scrambling to keep tires warm, trainers trying to keep drivers from catching colds.

Max stood calm in the middle of it all. You watched him, helmet in hand, exchanging quiet words with GP. It was always a strange sort of magic, how he could look so at home in the storm—like it was made for him.

You smiled to yourself.

He’d be fine today. You knew it.

“So, how long have you been together?”

The voice broke you from your thoughts.

You blinked, turning to find Marcus—one of the newer engineers—looming beside your seat. Tall, a bit cocky, but charming in a way that probably worked for him.

“What?” you asked, unsure if you’d misheard.

“You and Max. Been together long?”

You snorted. “Oh. No. We aren’t together. Just friends, y’know?”

It wasn’t the first time someone has misunderstood your relationship with Max. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time someone from Red Bull had made the mistake. Marcus glanced back toward Max, then returned his gaze to you with a slow smirk.

“Damn. And here I thought I had no chance.” He grinned. “You free tonight? I’d love to take you for a drink.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Your brain fumbled for an excuse, but none came fast enough.

“Sure,” you found yourself saying. “Why not.”

Barely a few minutes later, Max is by your side, throwing a tyre blanket over you to keep warm.

“It’d be unfortunate if you died of hypothermia before you saw me win on Sunday.”

“Yeah, what would you do without your only supporter cheering in the crowd?” You joked, burrowing into the blanket and sighing from the sudden warmth.

“I’d be lost without you,” he said, mock-solemnly. But there was a warmth in his voice that caught you slightly off-guard.

Max had told you to wear an extra jacket this morning. You had ignored him. He was pretty smug about it, but it didn’t stop him from trying to warm you up—even going as far as to offer his own jacket. As if he wasn't also standing out in the cold.

“Dinner tonight?” He asked, sipping on his water bottle and moving to sit beside you.

“Uh, I’ve got plans actually.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “Plans? With who?”

“Marcus,” you answered, feeling a strange knot form in your stomach. “He asked me out for a few drinks.”

“Oh.”

Max didn’t say anything for a moment, but his gaze flickered briefly to Marcus, cold and stiff, before returning to you. There was something unreadable in his expression.

“Well,” he said, his voice casual but slow, jaw tight and face still, “He seems… nice. I guess.”

You smiled slightly, though it didn’t feel true. You were unable to keep the small flicker of guilt from beating in your chest.

That night, as you found yourself in the dimly lit bar, nursing a glass of wine with Marcus, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was... off. Not with Marcus, exactly. He was a decent guy—charming in that way that could probably win anyone over—but the whole time, you couldn’t stop thinking about Max.

Suddenly a text came through. You knew who it was before you even checked.

Going ok?

Marcus leaned over to see the message. He scoffed slightly, “I thought you weren’t together?”

“We aren’t.”

“Then why is he checking on you? Need his permission to go out?”

“Of course I don’t. He just…” you weren’t sure how to phrase it. “He just likes to know I’m ok.”

Another text came through, you angled your phone towards your chest so Marcus wouldn’t see:

I can pretend to be sick if you want to leave.

Then another:

I can see you reading these… is he that boring?

You laughed slightly and put your phone away.

It was ridiculous. You were here with someone else. Yet Max’s face kept slipping into your thoughts, his teasing smile, the way he always seemed to have your back without even trying. The way he cared so effortlessly. Always checking to make sure you were safe, you were happy.

When the evening ended and Marcus walked you back to your hotel, you could tell he wanted to kiss you. But a pit formed in your stomach at the thought of it. So you just smiled, thanked him for a nice night (not a great night, but a nice one) and quickly walked into your hotel room.

Being alone again was a breath of fresh air.

The next day, quali day, you found yourself wandering the paddock, watching the flurry of activity around you as everyone prepared. Max was in his element, once again, focusing completely on the task ahead. But when he saw you, that familiar, soft smile curved across his face.

“Survived last night?” he asked, walking over to you, his voice a mix of teasing and genuine concern.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the tiny smile that tugged at your lips.

You rolled your eyes, though the corners of your mouth tugged upward despite your best effort. “Barely. I think I hit my lifetime quota of polite smiles. I can only listen to guys explain their workout routine for so long.”

Max let out a low laugh. “Sounds fucking borning.”

You bumped his arm with your elbow, the familiar rhythm of your banter helping smooth the awkward edge that had hung in the air since last night. “Maybe I just have high standards.”

He tilted his head, eyes steady on yours. “Maybe you just went out with the wrong guy.”

The words hit you in the chest harder than you expected. You opened your mouth—half to laugh it off, half to challenge it—but nothing came out.

Max seemed to catch himself, blinking once, then glancing toward the garages like he hadn’t said anything at all. “Anyway,” he said, softer now, “Glad you survived.”

“I always do,” you replied, your voice not quite as light as you meant it to be.

Another pause. A quieter one.

Then he asked, “Did he try anything?”

You looked up at him, surprised by the question—not because he asked, but because of the way he asked. Not teasing. Not brotherly. Just… careful. Like he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“No,” you said. “It wasn’t like that. I don’t think I wanted it to be.”

Max nodded once, but didn’t say anything. His jaw ticked slightly. You noticed.

Before you could decide what it meant, one of the Red Bull crew called his name from across the paddock, breaking the moment in two.

He started to walk off, then hesitated. “You’ll be watching?”

“You even have to ask?”

He smiled at that, something warmer than victory flickering in his expression.

And just like that, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there with a hundred unsaid things heavy on your tongue.

Max dragged the car to pole, of course.

By the time the final times were locked in, your voice was hoarse from cheering and your heart felt like it had been running laps alongside him. You waited until the press was done pulling him in every direction before slipping backstage near the motorhome.

He spotted you instantly, eyes lighting up under the brim of his cap. “There she is.”

You didn’t hesitate. You threw your arms around his neck and held tight, letting him feel the full weight of how proud you were. “You killed it out there.”

He laughed into your shoulder. “You think?”

“I know.”

When you pulled back, his hands lingered at your waist, grounding you. The smile on his face softened as his gaze dipped lower, hovering somewhere near your mouth.

You swallowed. He didn’t say anything else—just gave your hip the lightest squeeze. You thought he would step back, like he always did after a celebratory hug. But instead he stayed there. His eyes remained locked on yours.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” His eyes flicked to someone behind you, then back to you.

“Nothing,” Max repeated, but there was a flicker of something in his voice. Something restrained. “Just… you’re here. That’s all.”

You huffed out a small laugh, though your heartbeat was climbing at a concerning rate. “Where else would I be?”

He didn’t answer that. Didn’t need to. You both knew where he was thinking of—across a bar table from a different guy, smiling politely, checking your phone too often.

Someone called Max’s name again—sharper this time. He blinked, like surfacing from deep water, then slowly stepped back. His hands dropped from your waist. You tried not to feel the loss of warmth too acutely.

“I’ll see you later,” he said, already backing away.

You nodded, watching him go. The moment, so suddenly, over. The warmth of his hands on your hips lingering after he had gone.

Later that night, you found yourself standing in the hallway outside Max’s hotel room, quietly debating whether or not to knock. He had texted earlier—Movie? My room? Just us?—like it was the most casual thing in the world.

But it didn’t feel casual.

Not anymore.

You knocked.

The door opened almost instantly. He must’ve been waiting.

He stood there in sweatpants and a hoodie, barefoot, hair still slightly damp from a shower. Your gaze dropped instinctively to the nape of his neck, the clean skin of his collarbone and familiar freckles.

He stepped aside without saying a word, and you moved past him into the room.

It was quiet inside, dim and warm. The curtains were drawn, a movie already paused on the screen—some familiar, ridiculous action flick with explosions every other minute. You smiled.

“Got snacks,” Max said, moving to the side table. “But no wine. Sorry.”

“Guess I’ll survive,” you said softly, taking off your jacket.

He sat on the bed, remote in one hand, and gave you a small smile that was all shyness and something a little deeper. “You coming?”

You joined him, sitting close enough that your shoulders touched.

The movie played.

You tried to focus, really, you did. But the warmth of his leg against yours, the way his fingers occasionally brushed the comforter close to your hand—it was pulling all your attention away from the screen.

And then it happened. Slowly. Like everything else with him.

Your head dropped to his shoulder.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. Just let you stay there. Like he’d been waiting for it to happen. Hoping it would. You felt, more than heard, the breath he released. It ghosted across your hairline.

“I missed you last night,” he said, barely a whisper.

Your heart stuttered. “You knew where I was.”

“Doesn’t mean I liked it.”

You turned your head to look up at him. He was already looking down at you.

A beat of silence stretched between you. His hand twitched at his side, like he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

So you reached first.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, tugging him a little closer.

“I saw you walking back with him last night,” Max went on, his voice rougher now. “And all I could think about was how he got to be the one beside you. Even if it was nothing. Even if it didn’t mean anything. I hated it.”

The silence stretched out.

“I didn’t kiss Marcus,” you said, “because I couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel if it were you.”

He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering down to your mouth. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”

“I do.”

Another breath. Then, finally, his hand rose to your cheek—tentative at first, almost reverent. Like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you this way. His thumb traced just below your cheekbone, and his eyes were full of something deep and aching.

When he kissed you, it wasn’t sudden. It was slow. Careful. Like he’d been dreaming about it for so long he didn’t want to get it wrong. His lips moved against yours with a kind of quiet desperation, like he was pouring years of longing into the space between you.

You melted into him instantly.

And when you finally pulled back, breathless and heart thundering, Max rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed.

“I’ve wanted that for so long,” he whispered.

“I know,” you whispered back, smiling. “Me too.”

He opened his eyes, and they were softer now. Unshielded. “Please tell me this isn’t just for tonight”

“It’s not,” you said. You knew then, as you think you knew years ago, that this was it for you. Max was always where you were meant to end up.

hope you enjoyed <3 i've never written this trope before so apologise if it dragged a bit! as always requests are open!

[casssmalefantasy]

baby, just tell me what to do - paige bueckers x reader!

s: paige is away for an away game. you’re long distance. when she calls you from the hotel, she sounds off—and then she asks for something she’s never asked for before.

w: phone sex, dom!reader, sub!paige, praise, dirty talk, masturbation, emotional vulnerability, long distance dynamic, smut

word count: 2.9k

she calls late.

like she always does after away games—win or lose. like she’s been doing ever since you started this long-distance thing. like she needs to hear your voice just to remember she’s still her. but this time, the second you pick up, you know something’s off.

“hi,” she says softly, voice low and quiet. almost unsure.

“hey, baby,” you say, already settling deeper into your bed, phone pressed to your ear. “you back at the hotel?”

“mmhm.”

“i watched the game,” you tell her gently. “you looked good out there.”

she doesn’t answer at first.

just exhales. it’s slow, shaky.

“i felt like shit,” she finally says. “nothing was falling. i couldn’t hit anything. my legs felt heavy. i kept thinking i’d snap out of it but it never happened.”

“but you won,” you remind her, soothing. “you hit the free throws that sealed it.”

“barely.” her voice cracks a little. “i don’t know. i just—i haven’t felt like myself on the court in a minute. it’s like… i know what i’m supposed to do, but my body’s not listening.”

you’re quiet for a second. you’ve heard this tone before—low, distant, and raw. she gets like this when she’s stuck in her head. especially on the road. especially without you.

“baby,” you say, gentle, “you’re allowed to have an off night. you still showed up for your team. you still pulled through.”

“but it didn’t feel good.” she says. “i felt like i wasn’t a leader tonight.”

you nod, even though she can’t see you.

“are you alone?”

“yeah,” she says. “rooming with kk, but she went to ice’s room to watch a movie.”

you hum softly. “did you shower?”

“yeah.”

“in bed?”

“mhmm. lights off.”

you let that settle. the quiet hum of the hotel AC filters through the phone. she sounds small. a little unsure.

“can i…” she pauses. then breathes out, barely above a whisper, “can i ask you for something?”

your heart beats a little harder. “anything.”

another pause. then, quieter than before:

“will you tell me what to do?”

your breath catches. “what kind of… tell you what to do?”

“like—” she exhales hard. “like how i do to you when we’re together in bed. i just… i need something to take me out of my head. please.”

you blink, and your entire body goes warm. because she’s never asked for this—not like this. not when she’s away and missing you. not when she sounds this wrecked and soft and needy.

“are you touching yourself?” you ask quietly.

“not yet,” she whispers.

“take off your shirt.”

you hear the faint rustle of fabric. the shift of blankets. her breath, already heavier.

“it’s off.”

“and your shorts.”

more movement. the softest little whine when she kicks them off.

“okay,” she says, a little shakier.

“good girl,” you murmur, and she whimpers.

“fuck,” she breathes. “say it again.”

“you’re such a good girl for me, paige,” you whisper, voice low and firm. “you always listen so well. especially when you need me.”

you can hear her squirming, breath shaky already.

“slide your hand down,” you tell her. “slow. are you wet yet?”

“yeah,” she whispers, sounding a little embarrassed. “i was from the second i heard your voice.”

“let me hear,” you murmur.

there’s a pause. then the faintest sound of her fingers slipping between her folds, the wet noise soft and obscene.

“fuck,” you whisper. “just like that, baby. circle your clit for me.”

“my god. fuck.” paige says getting a little louder.

“that feel good?”

“so good,” she whimpers. “feels even better when you say it.”

you smile, heart pounding.

“i know, baby. i know how to get you there.”

you wait until her breathing gets heavier—until you hear the tiniest little gasp that tells you she’s getting close already, all worked up and desperate just from your voice.

“slip two fingers in,” you say gently. “nice and slow.”

she groans low. “fuck baby. they’re in.”

“deeper, baby.”

you can hear the way she fucks herself with her fingers, slow and messy. every little moan she tries to muffle, every breath she catches in her throat.

“wish i was there,” you murmur, “i’d get on my knees for you. pull your shorts off and spread your legs open so i can taste you slow until you’re begging for me.”

“oh my god.” she gasps.

“you’d grip my hair and beg for more. wouldn’t even have to tell me. i know your body too well. know exactly how you like it.”

“please,” she whimpers. “please, keep talking baby.”

“you’d be so sensitive,” you whisper. “so needy. i’d eat your pussy so slow you’d be shaking, and then fuck you with my fingers while i suck your clit.”

“i’m so close.” she says desperately.

“don’t cum yet.”

she whines, a broken, desperate sound.

“please, baby i can’t-”

“no, baby,” you murmur. “not until i say. pull your fingers out right now.”

she lets out a choked breath, so full of ache it makes you clench your thighs together.

“you’re being so good for me,” you whisper. “doing everything i say. i’m so proud of you.”

she moans, high and breathless. you can hear her thighs shifting, like she’s trying not to grind into the sheets.

“put your hand on your stomach,” you say. “breathe.”

you wait while she does. listen to her come down just a little.

“you’re okay,” you tell her. “i’ve got you.”

“i wanna cum so bad,” she whispers.

“you will, baby, but when i say.”

she nods against the phone, quiet and obedient and desperate for you.

“you’re such a good girl for me,” you murmur. “so sweet. so perfect. even when you’re having a rough game. even when you don’t feel like yourself. you’re still mine. still my girl.”

“i’m yours,” she whispers.

“i know. now put your fingers back in.”

you hear her gasp, sharp and soft.

“fuck. it feels so good baby.”

“go slow, baby. fuck yourself deep. curl your fingers like i do.”

she moans—long, loud, and helpless. you press your own thighs together, biting your lip.

“faster now,” you say gently. “you’re doing so good. such a pretty girl fucking herself just how i tell her to.”

“i’m gonna cum baby. please can i? please?”

“yes, baby,” you say. “cum for me.”

she gasps, falling apart on the other end of the phone. her moans are high and wrecked, every sound louder than she means it to be, like she can’t hold them in. you listen to her fall to pieces—your name on her lips, breath stuttering, hand working between her thighs until she’s whining, overstimulated and trembling in the hotel bed.

“fuck,” she pants. “oh my god. i needed that so bad.”

“i know, baby,” you whisper. “you did so good for me.”

“i feel like i can breathe again.”

“good. that’s what i wanted.”

there’s a pause. then a sleepy, sheepish little laugh.

“you’re… really good at that.”

“only for you,” you murmur, smiling. “now clean yourself and get under the covers. i’ll stay on the phone.”

she hums. “will you talk me to sleep?”

“always.”

and she falls asleep with you whispering sweet things in her ear, soft and low. your voice grounding her. calming her. reminding her who she is, even on the off nights. even far away.

[terastalungrad]

There's a Thing you like to do. When you're bored, your first thought is the Thing. You find yourself going to do the Thing without even thinking. It's the first thing you do when hot wake up, and you inevitably stay up late doing it.

Maybe it's drinking or smoking, maybe it's online gambling. Maybe it's social media, TikTok, porn or something much darker.

You lose track of time when you do it. When you're NOT doing it, you wish you were. You resent your responsibilities for getting in the way of the Thing. You resent friends and family. The Thing makes you happy, and everything else is anti-joy.

It's addiction.

The good news is, there's a thousand ways to overcome addiction.

The best way is to work with a professional. Maybe find a support group. But there are countless other options.

For some people, cold turkey works. For others, keeping a sobriety journal is enough. Gratitude lists, prayer, community support, there are many different approaches. And you can do more than one at once.

My Thing is mobile phone video games. And I treat this with a sobriety app.

There's a community aspect, where others with similar addictions post their stories, and you can post yours.

When I first joined, the most common addiction in my community (i.e. phone addiction) was to social media. Instagram and TikTok.

That's no longer the case.

The most common addiction in my community is now to AI chat bots.

This isn't an aspect of LLMs I've seen discussed. But people are hooked on these chat bots the way others are addicted to cam girls.

In this app, my feed shows me people who've been sober for as long as I have. I relapsed this week, so I'm seeing people who are 3 or 4 days clean.

I love them. These brave people, acknowledging a problem and doing something about it.

And they're in despair. A new Thing exists, and it's a temptation that ruins their lives. And there are so many more of them than other phone addictions.

I don't think we've begun to see how drastically this technology is harming people.

[exhuastedpigeon]

The fight starting over groceries and quickly spinning out to what they really needed to talk about – grief and loss and how neither of them are handling it well was so good I can't stop thinking about it. Because they weren't talking about their grief with each other!

Buck was using a psychological assessment to ‘measure’ everyone’s grief instead of just ASKING HOW THEY ARE. He wasn't talking to them about how he's feeling alone and lost. He saw grief like it's a thing you can quantify and measure.

So the fight started over who was supposed to get the groceries and quickly moved on to Eddie getting the job offer in El Paso and him letting Buck find out from someone else (even if he was going to tell him, he put it off for so long that Buck found out from Ravi).

Buck making that about him ("did you not think I'd be happy for you").

Eddie throwing how Buck is grieving back in his face ("making it all about you again").

Buck being extremely passive aggressive and saying "sorry I'm sad Bobby's dead".

Eddie snapping at Buck about how they all lost Bobby and how Buck never asked what it was like for Eddie to find out about Bobby while he was 800 miles away.

Eddie letting his grief bottle up because he felt guilty for not being there and because he hadn't talked to Bobby in a couple of weeks.

Not having a resolution at the end of the scene and letting Buck (and the audience) think Eddie left without clearing the air or saying goodbye.

That kitchen fight scene was so masterful because it took all of the things they weren't talking about and put them on the table.

And then to have Buck walk into the house thinking he'll be spending the night alone with his sadness only to have Eddie still there, to have Eddie call himself a dick, to have Chris there, to have Pepa there cooking them a family dinner.

The resolution was never going to be some perfunctory apology because that's not who they are (and that's boring TV). There's a reason we never saw Buck apologize to Eddie about the basketball game and it's because the writers are assuming we're smart enough to know all is forgiven. Having Eddie's apology be with actions, not words is so fitting for his character and for their relationship.

Having that apology be Chris is even more important. This isn't Eddie driving across town with Chris to cheer Buck up, it's Eddie getting Chris there on a last minute flight because he knows seeing Chris will help Buck (will help all of them, really). He knows Buck is feeling alone in his grief and like he's losing his family so Eddie made sure to show Buck he isn't alone and that his family is right here with him.

I love when a show lets the characters be flawed and messy and makes resolutions fit the characters. Really great work from 911 on this one.