#and your bed is the only practical place to sit

[street-smarts00]

Next to You

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: While spending the night in a hotel for a case, a terrifying nightmare shakes you awake. But someones there to comfort you.

WC: 2k 

Tags: One bed trope BUT WITH A TWIST TEE HEE, HUGE hurt/comfort moment, some touch starved babies, friends to lovers A/N: the relieving feeling of finally finishing a fic!!! This was fun to write, enjoy nerds ;) beta read by the lovely @whats-yesterday00

Your lungs were starting to burn from running so fast. The heavy steps speeding up from behind made your chest tighten. You flinched at the sound of shots fired in your direction but didn’t stop running. 

The SUV’s finally came into view. As you closed the distance, the rest of your team rushed out. As they reached for their holsters, you heard more gunshots. But not from them. 

Half the team was down once you reached them. It didn’t make any sense. You were so far ahead of the unsub. There’s no way he could’ve gotten 3 clear shots to your team. You fell to the snow on the ground, your warm breath turning into a fog in the air as you panted. The sight in front of you ripped your insides to shreds. 

As your heart rate sped up, eyes shot open. You were met with the almost pitch black ambiance of the hotel room. You could feel your heart beating throughout your whole body and could practically hear it in your ears. 

You slowly sat up as the tightness in your chest returned. Tears started to fall down your cheeks.

You didn’t get nightmares often. Before your current job, it rarely ever happened. They became more frequent the more you worked at the BAU. Tonight was one of those nights that your worst fears tainted your dreams. 

Of course tonight it had to happen. When you were away on a case miles away from home and sharing a hotel room. Sharing a room with Spencer. 

You didn’t have any objections to sharing a room with him, but the nerves from your feelings for him never went away. You’d fallen asleep sitting next to him on the jet before, but this was for a whole night- and for possibly multiple nights. The only thing that eased some of your anxiety was that he had his own bed far from you. If you were even remotely close to him you’d have to resist not reaching for him. 

And now you had a nightmare with him in the same room. 

The idea of waking him up made you feel prematurely guilty. The fear of crying infront of him made you mortified. You wiped at your tears and tried to hold back from crying. You kept glancing at the other bed to make sure Spencer didn’t wake up.

Your breath became heavier as little gasps threatened to fall out so you clasped your hands over your mouth. The tears blurred your vision and your head went dizzy as you tried to control your breath. Then, out of your control, a choked sob escaped your lips. 

It alerted Spencer's attention almost immediately. Half awake, he stirred in bed and called out your name to confirm if you were awake. 

This only made you feel worse. You tried to stay as quiet as possible. Didn’t move an inch and didn’t even breathe. But still, small whimpers left your mouth as you resisted from hyperventilating. 

Spencer, now fully awake, shot up as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room looking for you. “What’s wrong?” he asked, full of concern. 

The second he heard you sniffle. he sprang out of his bed and rushed to yours. He sat down beside you and carefully placed a hand on your back. “What’s wrong?” he asked again. 

You sniffled again and met his eyes. You could just barely see them thanks to the small amount of light peeking in through the window. “I- I-” you could barely get out in between gasped breaths. 

He immediately wrapped his arms around you and placed your head on his chest. The embrace made you finally fall apart. You sobbed into his chest and let the tears stream down your face. You clung to him like your life depended on it. In return, he held you as close as he was physically able to. His one arm gently held your head against him while the other slowly caressed your back. The action made you turn to jelly in his arms. 

Once your breathing slowed down and your heart rate calmed, you separated from Spencer. He carefully pushed your hair behind your ears and held your face in his hands. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he whispered.  

You sniffled once more, “Not really.” 

He nodded, “why don’t you try to go back to sleep, okay?” 

You nodded back to answer. 

“If you need me just say the word.” He started to get up from your bed, but before he could leave, you interrupted. 

“Spence, could you uh,” you stumbled on your words. 

He sat back down. Looking at you with the most caring eyes while he lets you take your time. 

You ignored the warning signals going off in your brain. The warnings that told you this was a step too far. The anxiety that told you this action will lead you growing too close to him and hurting your unrequited feelings. 

“Could you stay? Please,” you pleaded in a quiet voice. 

“Of course.” 

The weight on your shoulders started to lift. You resumed your spot under the covers as Spencer walked around to the other side of the bed and followed your actions. He left enough room between the two of you so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed by his presence or be uncomfortable. 

As if you could ever be uncomfortable around him. 

As he whispered goodnight, you carefully reached over to his side under the covers. Your hand found his. He instinctively took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

As the minutes rolled bye, you came no closer to falling asleep. It feels like you’ve spent the past half hour tossing and turning. Every time you closed your eyes, the images from your nightmare flashed before you. 

At some point, you moved enough to wake up the man next to you. 

Spencer called out your name, “you alright?” 

“I’m sorry for waking you up again,” you apologized, deflecting his answer. 

He turned around to face you. “I don’t mind. What’s up?” 

“I can’t sleep. Too scared.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked again. He knew hearing that question in a state of stress could sometimes be found annoying. But more importantly, he knew it was a key way of relieving that stress. 

After a moment of silence from you, he rescinded the question. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t-“

“You died.” 

Your voice sounded quiet and fragile. “And it was my fault.” 

His eyes and voice were full of worry as he spoke your name. 

“I know it’s not real. I know it never happened but… I’ve never felt so scared.” Your eyes threaded to spill with tears and you desperately tried blinking them away. 

Spencer reached for your upper arm and rubbed his thumb against your skin. He saw you start to relax at the contact. 

Your breath shook as you tried to inhale. “I don’t know how I can go to sleep after that.” 

He’s quiet for a moment considering his approach to comfort you. He saw how well you responded to physical touch earlier in the night. When he comforted you with an embrace your stress reduced significantly. 

“I have an idea. Come here,” he moved the blanket to allow you space next to him. 

You nervously inched closer to him. 

“Put your head on my shoulder.” You hesitated before complying and settling at his side. Spencer wrapped his arm around your waist and he himself hesitated before pulling you closer. His hand rested on your back. 

“Is this okay?” he whispered. 

“It’s more than okay,” you muttered back. 

He took that as a sign to repeat his previous actions from earlier and run his hand up and down your back. This time much slower and gentler. The action made you melt in his arms. You reacted to the gesture by burying your face into his neck. 

“Thank you.. for this,” you mumbled. He could feel your breath against his skin. 

“I’d do anything to make sure you feel safe,” he held onto you like you provided the air he breathed. “I’d do anything for you,” he whispered, just barely audible. 

The only reason you could hear him was because he was so close. His words sent shivers down your spine and butterflies in your stomach. 

“I always feel safe around you, Spence.” 

The walls you had carefully built up when he asked you to lay next to him were starting to come down. The moment became too sweet and sensual to ignore. Every one of his touches was driving you to the brink of insanity. Your neck and ears grew in temperature as the feelings overwhelmed you. Your heart rate started to pick up at a racing speed. 

Unfortunately, Spencer noticed. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, why?” you answered much too quickly. 

“Your heart's beating really fast.”  

“Oh,” you breathed. “I’m fine, there’s no reason.” 

He saw through you like glass. “Of course there’s a reason.” Spencer loosened his grip and shifted his weight to get a better look at you. His hand moved to the small of your back. 

“Is it the nightmare? Is it still bothering you?” he asked, his voice quiet and kind. 

You mumbled a timid, “no.” 

He examined your features, watching you get lost in your own head. “What are you thinking?” 

You looked up into his eyes. Your thoughts were swirling with too much to even give him a semblance of what was going on. Everything from his touch, his smell, his irises looking straight into your soul. 

While riding on the intoxicating wave of his care, you let a confession slip out. 

“I think I want to kiss you right now.” 

Spencer's eyes widened and although you couldn't see it, his cheeks flushed with red.

“Oh,” was all he could make out, at a loss for words. 

His pause caused your anxiety to spike. You immediately regret your actions. “I shouldn’t have said that.” 

You started to retract from him and turn away. But before you could flee from his hold, he grabbed your upper arm, pulling you back towards him. In an instant, Spencer's lips crashed into yours.

The initial shock had your lips frozen, before they started to melt against his. As he felt you relax, he poured more passion into you. The kiss tasted like desperation. Like you both were holding in a hunger that had driven you to starvation. 

His hands couldn’t find a place to rest. They were traveling up and down your figure, from your waist, back, hips, neck, and face. Your hands settled at the side of his face and the back of his neck while your fingers played with the ends of his hair. Spencer sighed into your mouth and pulled you closer, if that was even possible. 

As the kiss continued, Spencer's hand traveled down to your thigh. You instinctively wrapped your leg around him. But in a moment of nervousness, his movements glitched and lips slowed. His hand gently resumed its pawing at your thigh as he softened in your hold. 

Time felt like it stood still.  You breathed each other in like it was the first time you felt fresh air. 

The only thing concerning you or him was taking a literal breath of air and releasing from the kiss. 

You both pulled away gasping for breath and started to fall down from the high. As heavy exhales leave you, Spencer pressed small delicate kisses against your cheeks and the corners of your lips. His hold on your leg loosened and his fingers slowly traveled up and down your thigh. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that before,” you admit, sheepishly smiling. 

He smiled back at you, “me neither.” 

“Can we talk more about this in the morning?” you asked. “There’s so much I want to tell you, but I'm exhausted.” After the passion had washed away, you were reminded how much sleep you lost throughout the night. 

“Absolutely,” he said with a fond and relieved look. “Come on, we should get some rest.”

You both settled into a more comfortable position to fall asleep. There was an unconscious understanding between you two and that there was no way you were separating.

[serinaviolet]

His Our dirty little secret

Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spending a weekend at home with Grandma and Caleb doesn’t sound too bad! Especially when your childhood friend decides to sneak into your room at night while you sleep ;)

Wordcount: 2k

A/N: Had this thought in my mind since they released the trailer for him so I just had to write it <3

Warnings: mdni!, 18+, smut, possessive! Caleb, Fem!Reader, PinV, fingering, bellyshots, cum eating, mention of foster family, creampie, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), masturbation, belly-bulge, not proof read, English is not my first language (Let me know if I missed something)

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The night swallows the last rays of sun and the moon shines bright over the sea. The training to becoming a hunter is hard and exhausting, so you enjoy and savor every weekend spend at the house of your childhood. Especially on rare days when your old-time friend Caleb got to be home after a mission as deepspace pilot as well. You enjoyed catching up with him and your foster mom Josephine aka. Grandma, light-hearted conversation and friendly teasing occurring like always. After dinner and helping with the dishes you practically fell into your bed, limbs tired and sore from the past few weeks of constant fighting, training and lack of sleep. Your lids heavy, tiredness clouding your mind and only after a short while of laying on the cozy pillows, your drift off into dreamland. But fate had other plans than resting. After about an hour, the slight creaking of your door while being opened and closed, and quiet footsteps approaching your side, stir you from your short slumber.

Your eyes shut close, pretending to be asleep as to surprise the intruder with an attack as soon as they are close enough. Or so you thought till you hear the familiar voice of your best friend reduced to a slight whisper. “My god pipsqueak… I missed you so much…” you hear his steps getting closer, light shuffling and a shaky breath only a few inches above you. He must be kneeling in front of your bed. “Every day without seeing your pretty face is like torture….” his finger trailing carefully over your cheek as to not disturb your peaceful sleep, if only he knew that you were wide awake, brain working overtime to figure out where this soft display of affection is coming from. You hear his soft chuckle and his hand trailing down over your uniform clad shoulder. “you must’ve been so exhausted… still in your hunters uniform… but fuck does it look good on you.” Your breath catches in your throat as his whispers turn into a low rumble, fingertips tracing along the cutout at your stomach. You stay still, not sure if out of fright or anticipation of his next move. His hand trailing back up to your side, opening the zipper of your corset top and carefully sliding the straps off of your delicate arms and placing it on the floor. “Let’s put you into something more comfortable cutie” you hear his body shift, his feet across the hardwood floor and your dresser opening.

A little gasp and “fuck” echoes through the silent room while he rummages through your clothes. You open your eyes shortly, only to see him holding a shirt of yours in one hand and a pair of your red lace panties in the other, pocketing them with a short mumble of “later”. Pressing your eyes shut whilst he turns around again, you listen to his approaching steps, the bed dipping slightly as he sits on the edge of your mattress. His hands make quick work of your buttoned shirt and pants, admiring the naked skin and lace bra clad mounds of your chest. “*Sigh*… Sometimes I forget how grown up you- no, we are now… back when we were children, I could change with you in the same room and not have a single bad thought but now….” His hands open the zipper of your pants, pulling the material down and removing them from your legs, fingertips tracing the soft plains of your thigh “Now I just wanna see this beautiful woman under me, feeling her smooth skin and do such dirty things to her”. You have to hold back a shudder as his fingers trail up over your thighs, stomach and breast, a soft sigh escaping you, making him freeze shortly and the room grows quiet for a moment.

“I-I shouldn’t… you’d wake up… but shit you feel so good.” You feel the bed dip on each side of your hips, his hands carefully placed on your exposed waist as his low whispers ring from above you: “God you see me as a brother and I just wanna fuck you… But you belong only to me little girl”. ‘He wants to do what? Is this a dream?’ To be honest, you had a hard crush on Caleb for a very long time by now, but always thought that your feelings would not be returned by him and that he views you as a little sister. Excitement and need rising inside you, not wanting to open your eyes, just to see how far he would go. One of his hands disappearing from your waist, the slow *ziiip* of a zipper being opened echoing once again, only for you to realize… you have no more zippers on you. Light pants, followed by soft ruffling of fabric catches your attention again, Caleb’s low groans making your ears peak up. Maybe just a little glance won’t hurt-….Oh….Oh! As you peak through your lashes, you see him straddling your waist, hem of his shirt between his teeth, eyes closed and hand fisting his cock in a slow rhythm.

The sight is just mesmerizing. Soft, pink tip with a glossy bead of pre-cum leaking out already, bulging veins running along his thick shaft, heavy balls and a light trail of hair, reaching up to his bellybutton. You can’t help but stare at it as his hand wraps around it perfectly, his other one grabbing your hip. His cheeks dusted red whilst throwing his head back, more drops running down and dripping onto your lower belly, your clit pulsing with need. “Caleb…” you say quietly, making him groan in respond. “God you feel so good” maybe he was imagining things? “Caleb.” you try again as he ruts into his hand with more vigor. “Caleb!” his eyes shot open, his load shooting all over your stomach and breast as your gaze met. You look down at the warm mess running along your curves as he leans back, chest rising and falling quickly. “Shit shit shit, I am sooooo so sorry. God please don’t hate me, I just- I wanted- fuck, I’ll get something to clea-” you disturb his panicked, hushed mumbling, thumb swiping across your covered chest, licking the sticky substance off with a slow roll of your tongue, never breaking eye contact. Breath catching in his throat, leaning over you again, rough thumb rolling across your soft lips with a shaky sigh. “Well I didn’t expect that… You are a dirty little girl huh? Do you want me too pipsqueak?” His voice trails off, head lowering to your neck as he places a soft kiss against your pulse point, your head nodding violently. “Use your words little one. I need to hear it from you.” his lips curl into a smirk, head lifting to graze your lips with his. “Please! Fuck me Caleb, I need you!” His mouth crashing into yours, years of pent up need, love and lust flowing into the kiss. His tongue finding yours quickly, tasting the residue of his cum on yours, groaning slightly.

The kiss is dizzying, so much so that you don’t even notice when he removes his clothes and your soiled underwear, grinding his again erect member against your arching core. “I dreamed of this so often you know? You, under me naked, so ready for me to take you good.” Kisses training down to your breast, licking off the stickiness of his previous release and leaving a thin coat of saliva on your nipples before sucking harshly on the little nub. Your back arches off the mattress, his teeth rolling the bosom with slight pressure while his fingers trail down between your legs. “So wet already baby? Did you enjoy watching me jack off to your pretty face?” A smirk grazing his handsome face, skilled fingers circling your clit with light strokes. You whimper, “Yes, yes I did Caleb. Fuck… get inside me already”,desperate eyes meeting his as he chuckles deeply, fingers sinking into your needy hole, making you clench tightly around his digits. You moan, his other hand shooting up and muffling your opened mouth, his hot breath hitting your ear “Shhhh, or you’ll wake up grandma. We don’t want that, do we?”. You shake your head and desperately bite your lips as his fingers massager your insides, reaching deeper with every thrust, searching for that little spot of imensive pleasure inside you. His length twitching against your thigh at the erotic display before him, his fingers soaked from your wetness, guiding them to his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of your arousal. He aligns his stiff dick with your entrance, collecting your slick on his tip, “I’m gonna eat you an other time. Try not to scream for now babygirl”. He pushes inside you with a hard thrust, penetrating your little virgin hole with such an intensity, that all the air left your lungs.

A silent scream escapes your lips, quickly sealed by another one of Caleb’s dizzying kisses while his hips piston against yours, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “God you are so tight cutie, and I am the very first to fill you like this. I’ll be the only one who will ever be able to fill you like this! You’re mine pipsqueak, forever.” his fingers interlace with yours, chests rubbing against each other, spreading the sticky streaks on your belly further with each slap of his balls against your sensitive cunt. You can’t breath, can’t think. Only feel his tip stroking your g-spot so deliciously that it makes you see stars. His teeth nibbling on the lobe of your ear, whispering sweet nothings while the texture of his rock hard length rubs deliciously against your walls. Spreading your legs more, his gaze lands on your puffy lower lips, admiring the view as he splits you open, belly slightly bulging with his tip bullying your deepest parts. As your legs start to shake, his pace quickens, rolling into you with only one intend: Making you cum. Hard. “I’m so close, come on pretty girl. Let go and cream around my cock, I’ll reward you good” his hands lifting your hips, angling you so that his cock drives even further inside of you, ready to fill you with his seed. You feel him growing even more inside you, eyes rolling back, pussy spasming around him as you fall over the edge, clawing his back with one hand and pulling him with you into the inevitable pleasure. He bites your shoulder, groaning as he shoots rope after rope into your awaiting womb, collapsing on top of you with a satisfied sigh “I love you pipsqueak. So freaking much”. Trying to catch your breath while his hips roll lazily into yours, you return the heartfelt words, eyes fluttering from the combination of new and previous exhaustion hitting you like a truck. Sliding his softening member out of you, he looks at the stream off cum gushing out of your abused hole before cleaning both of you and tucking you in, spooning you under the covers when sleep catches up to him as well.

The next morning you wobble towards the kitchen, clad in a shirt and shorts, while greeting Grandma who is busy preparing breakfast. “Good morning sweetie, I hope you slept well!” her cheerful voice rings through the door of the small space filled with the smell of bacon, bread and eggs. Heavy boots are heard, walking down the hallway and stopping right behind you, a large palm resting at the small of your back. “Good morning Grannie, what are you making?” her back turning to you both as she lists all of the tasty things she planned for the both of you. His hand sliding into your shorts and panties from behind, fingers finding your wet cunt and sliding inside, only to find you still stuffed with his cum. His head resting on your shoulder, a sly grin creeping up on his lips as he replies to Josephine, noticing your blushing face. “That sounds tasty, can’t wait to devour it all~” a kiss lands on your neck, the old woman at the stove infront oblivious to the second meaning behind her foster son’s words. Unaware of this dirty little secret only they know about...

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-SerinaViolet

[ni4lovesu]

s/o scenarios to script ⊹ ｡ﾟ･

୨ PREDATING EDITION ୧

— it's winter and they're waiting for you inside in the warmth so as you step inside and meet them you place your hands on their cheeks so they can "feel how cold they are"

— flirting and the tension between the two of you being palpable

— them telling you a love song you adore reminds them of you and getting that fluttery feeling in your chest

— them teasing you and you jokingly turn to walk away but they grab your hand and pull you flusteringly close

— you notice something in their hair and, without warning, gently remove it, leaving them flustered and blushing

— stargazing and you both turn to look at each other at the same time, your faces just inches apart

— them being afraid of heights but they try to be brave to go on a rollercoaster with you and you can tell they’re nervous so you hold their hand the whole ride

— lying on their bed listening to music together and gazing into each other’s eyes before realising what you’re doing and getting flustered

— getting super excited after winning a game and impulsively hug and kiss them on the cheek, leaving them dazed and blushing

— comparing your hand sizes

— them getting jealous seeing how much you interact with other guys during an event. later, while you’re talking with your future s/o, a male friend of yours walks by and says something to you, but you just give a hum of acknowledgment to them, never tearing your eyes away from your future s/o

— surprising them from behind and linking your arm through theirs

— the two of you ditching school but as you’re sneaking out a teacher catches you. you both take off running, laughing, and holding hands, stealing glances at the teacher struggling to keep up

— you (half jokingly) flirting with them and getting really close to their face so they pull your beanie over your eyes so you don’t see their crimson blush

— them asking you to say something in your native/second language and saying “my heart belongs to you” in that language but refusing to tell them what it meant

— having nicknames for each other that only the both of you call each other

— them picking a flower and putting it behind your ear

— sparks when your skins brush

— getting forced into 7 minutes in heaven together and the both of you leaving the closet blushing furiously

— you and your s/o walking together as they push your bicycle, fresh flowers nestled in the basket at the front. the ground is scattered with fallen blossoms, and petals drift gently from the trees, surrounding the both of you

— them seeing you from afar and getting super nervous and trying to fix their hair and look nice for you

— being surrounded by a crowd of people and finding your bodies practically pressed against each other

— them trying to hide their smile everytime you do something cute

— “and less than 20 feet away from me was ___. MY ___. with ___. she’s laughing. what was she laughing about? how could she sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?”

— them dragging their friend to spy on your date and them eventually getting so jealous they resort to shamelessly crashing your date

— falling asleep on their shoulder and their whole face getting incredibly red as they try their best not to freak out or move

— accidentally touching their hand when you go to sit next to them and the both of you getting nervous

— studying together and them pretending not to know almost every single question and asking you to explain just so that they could hear your voice

— you getting drunk and them taking care of you and making sure you get into bed safely

— sharing milkshakes together and your faces getting a bit too close in proximity

— their friends asking them if they wanted to go to an event and they initially say no but when they realise you’re going they immediately change their minds

— both of you being in a group and you talking and after that your friends tell you that your future s/o looked like they were about kiss you

— hugs and eye contact which last a bit too long

— your friends forcing the both of you on a ferris wheel and you end up getting stuck at the top for 30 whole minutes

[dawn-moths]

thinking about tomura being tenko’s older brother where they’re perhaps ten years apart. you and tomura first meet when you’re both eighteen, start hanging out as friends, but you’re only vaguely aware he has a sibling when sometimes he says he can’t hang out that particular weekend because he has to “babysit the brat”.

after a while, you’re able to convince him to show you a picture of his little brother. you’re curious if they look alike, and other than a few features like their eye and hair color, you can easily imagine how tomura looked at that age, too. him and tenko look startling similar to each other even with that many years between them.

“sorry…” tomura grumbles through the other side of your phone call one afternoon. “tenko’s soccer practice got canceled and now my mom’s making me watch him while she’s at work.”

he sounds annoyed, almost embarrassed by the fact that, even at eighteen, he has to obey his mother’s requests, but is ultimately contrite about his last minute change of plans having to effect you so often as well.

“it’s ok,” you assure him with your usual chipper tone, fully understanding the responsibility he has. “but, y’know…” you remind him, “if it’s ok, i could always come over and we could hang out while you’re watching your brother?”

you try and hide your eagerness the best you can. the truth is, you’ve been wanting to meet the mini-tomura for quite some time now. tomura always describes him as annoying, as a needy little brat that whines until he gets his way, but the words are never spit with scorn and there’s something soft in his eyes that always gives away the fact that he actually does care.

tomura usually just brushes off your offer, promises to reschedule with you, so you’re prepared to be let down, but that time, after a short pause of contemplation, tomura clears his throat and says, “i mean, yeah, ok. that’s fine i guess, if you want…”

“ok!” you beam, already grabbing your keys. “i’ll be over soon then!” you hang up, grab your bag, and jump in your car.

any time you’ve been over to tomura’s house (which has been few and far between, since your place tends to be the designated hangout given you usually have the house to yourself most of the time) tenko hasn’t been there. he’s been at his aforementioned soccer practice or a friend’s house or some other activity that’s kept you from meeting him.

you’re so curious it’s overwhelming, and as you pull up to tomura’s house he’s already perched on the front step, gazing at his phone until he hears your car approaching. you park by the curb and scamper up to greet him, giving him a hug as per usual, and though he’d sounded sort of defeated on the phone earlier, seeing your smiling face now makes him feel a little lighter.

“hey,” you grin, momentarily holding both his hands in your own down between your close bodies. sometimes you're reminded how adverse to any kind of physical touch tomura used to be when the two of you had first met. even something as simple as a light, playful nudge would make him flinch, cause him to keep a bit more of a distance for the rest of the day.

but over time, you're not sure exactly why but, something changed.

and it was actually him who came to comfort you that time. you'd been upset, had planned on staying in your room alone until the ache decided to pass. but then you and tomura had started texting. he'd sensed something was wrong so he'd called. he'd heard the heartbreak in your voice, told you he was on his way, and not ten minutes later he was sitting beside you on your bed with his arm around you as you'd talked to him about what had happened while you'd cried.

ever since then, he'd gotten more comfortable with your casual, familiar touches, though he still found it easier to touch you than to be touched by you.

“hey,” he returns, then adds with that hint of that sarcastic humor you’ve come to love so much, “you ready to meet the little demon?”

you laugh, unable to not be amused by his melodrama. “oh, c’mon,” you say, lightly batting at his arm. “he’s only eight, he can’t be that bad!”

all tomura offers in response is a muttered, “yeah, well…” before inviting you inside.

as soon as you walk through the door, a little dog comes bounding towards you, running in energetic circles and barking as his tail wags with both curiosity and excitement. you proceed with caution around the corgi, wanting to reach down to pet him but hesitating around the unfamiliar animal.

the few times you'd been over before, tomura had let his dog out into the yard so he wouldn't end up jumping all over you, so this is the first time you're meeting him up close instead of catching glances of him through a window.

"ugh, sorry..." tomura mutters as he reaches down and scoops his dog up, the canine's tail continuing to wag even more once he's secure in tomura's arms. "i forgot to let him out back..." he then seems to realize something, his eyes widening a bit as he does a double take back at you and asks with a little more guilt in his tone, "you're not afraid of dogs, are you...?"

you wave off his concern with a swish of your hand and a crooked smile. you tell him you're not, you were just a little surprised is all.

"it's mon-chan, right?" you ask, slowly reaching your hand out for the dog to sniff.

"yeah. mon-chan," tomura confirms, readjusting his grip on the wriggling animal. "he's super friendly. just, well..." he gives a half shrug as a small grin cracks at one corner of his mouth. "he can be a lot."

"hey, mon-chan..." you coo, your tone turned sugary sweet, and the dog gives the back of your hand a few friendly licks. "awwww, you're cute, aren't you? what a good boy..."

but before you can dote over the dog too much, something catches your attention from the corner of your eye, causing you to shift your view towards the living room that sits off to the side of the main entrance.

and, lo and behold, there he is.

little tenko and his sweet little face that reminds you so much of the older brother you’ve become so fond of.

“hiiiii,” you greet the little boy with a soft voice and a smile. you know kids can often be wary when meeting new people, so when tenko just stares at you with those big, dark eyes you’re not surprised.

“hey,” tomura grumbles to his sibling. “don’t be rude. say hello.”

tenko then seems to snap out of his cautious trance, looking at his brother then back to you before saying, “is this the girl you’re always talking about, nii-san?”

tomura feels his cheeks heat and his ears burn as he sputters out something that sounds like half an excuse, half a scolding before telling tenko to go watch tv and behave. tenko obeys without any trouble and as you pass by through the living room you can see a popular superhero movie playing on the screen.

you travel down the short hall to where tomura’s bedroom lays at the very end, and once the door is shut he seems to become a little less tense.

“i’ll need to make him lunch in about an hour,” he tells you. “but until then…” he flashes you a suggestive smirk and you know exactly what’s coming.

it's one of your favorite things about hanging out together, the way it relieves the tension, lets you two unleash parts of yourself that you rarely let other people see. and tomura's been surprisingly good at it from the start. you wouldn't have guessed at a glance how skilled those hands could be, how coordinated given his usually lax, nonchalant nature...

he tosses you a game controller and you catch it with ease. “wha’dya say we pick up where we left off?” he asks, a hint of darkness to his voice that you now recognize as cold, hard competition.

you feel a look of confidence spreading across your face at the challenge and you reply in a tone befitting of a worthy opponent, “you’re on.”

the next hour passes quickly as you play your guys' favorite co-op game together, leaving you just two points from tying with tomura, and amidst your laughter and playful taunting, there’s a slight squeak as the door creaks on its hinges, little tenko peeking through the thin crack and observing, letting out a quiet gasp when he realizes he's been spotted.

“i’ll be out in a sec,” tomura tells his brother, already knowing what that expectant look means. tenko seems to linger, casting you another glance, and you convince tomura to pause the game.

“c’mon,” you murmur, giving him that guilt-tripping stare that he hates you for being so good at. “let’s go make him lunch and then we can finish this after.”

and it’s that suggestion of we, that suggestion of together, that has him pausing the game and setting his controller aside, standing from his bed to open the door to his little brother and following him down the hall to the kitchen, you close behind.

tomura takes out a tupperware from the fridge and has just popped it in the microwave when his phone buzzes from his pocket. "it's my mom," he states. "gimme one sec." he steps out of the kitchen and begins to wander towards the living room, his voice growing more distant as you hear him pick up the call. you hope everything is ok. but, for now, it's just you and tenko standing in the kitchen, the eight-year-old gazing up at you with that big, curious stare while the microwave counts down the seconds behind him.

"can i have lemonade?" he asks once you meet his eyes and give him a friendly grin.

the microwave beeps and you go to take his lunch out of it. "sure," you answer. but then, a little bit more suspiciously, you ask, "does tomura usually let you have lemonade?"

tenko nods, not giving anything away as you finish plating the other items of his lunch while tomura remains on the phone in the living room. from where you stand, if you glance just slightly around the entryway, you can see him sitting on the couch, leaning forward a bit while he continues to speak with his voice low. you just hope his mom won't be mad that he invited you over while she wasn't home.

it's not like you hadn't been over before when his house was empty, but given this is the first time you've met his little brother, you just hope you're not overstepping somehow. not to mention that, unbeknownst to you, tomura's mom had begun badgering him about meeting you before the end of summer. as soon as she'd caught onto the fact that her eldest son had been hanging out regularly with a girl, she couldn't help but become curious as to what kind of girl she might be.

a bit distracted by your thoughts, you just nod and say to tenko, "ok, sure, you can have some lemonade then."

once his chicken tenders and apple slices and animal crackers are promptly arranged on his plate and a glass of lemonade is poured, you carry tenko's lunch to the table and take a seat across from him while you wait for tomura to conclude his conversation, trying to keep your growing anxiety at bay at any possible problems that may be arising due to that phone call.

you try to listen in, though mostly hear the standard, vague, "yeah. uh-huh. alright," responses from tomura until—

"are you my brother's girlfriend?"

you blink at tenko, taken aback as you sputter over a response to that, wondering for a moment if you merely imagined it. then, once your nervous giggling and bashfulness begins to dissipate, you clear your throat and say, "did tomura tell you that?"

tenko takes another bite from one of his apple slices and says, "no. but he talks about you all the time. he says you're his friend, but i hear him talking to his friends at night when he thinks no one is listening."

you stare at tenko with an intensity you don't realize you're wearing on your face at first, the suspense eating you alive. eventually, when tenko doesn't seem like he's going to offer more, you lower your voice to something closer to a whisper, your gaze darting back to where you can barely see tomura sitting in the other room, still on the phone, and ask tenko, "what do you hear him say?"

tenko, his big eyes moving up and to the right, contemplates that for a moment as he finishes chewing and swallowing his next bite, then tells you, "i don't know exactly. i can't hear what his other friends are saying, but one time i heard nii-san say that you were special." you feel your cheeks heat and again glance over at the back of the boy you've become so fond of so quickly. "he said something about not wanting to ruin anything," tenko continues, reciting the words as if he doesn't quite grasp their meaning. but then, tenko's mouth splits into a mischievous little grin that reminds you so much of tomura, it's honestly a little scary. he says, seeming to find amusement in his next words, "one time, i heard him say you were like his guardian angel or something..."

a childish little giggle bubbles up from tenko's lips, almost as if he finds a cruel kind of pleasure in knowing his older brother's biggest secret, but this information just makes your heart all the more warmer towards tomura.

you'd spent the last couple of months suffering inside your own head about it all— about whether you really meant something to tomura, about if he cared for you as much as you did for him or if you were simply just convenient and would be discarded come any significant distance put between the two of you—

suddenly tenko seems to retract, perhaps sensing your discomfort, so you take the opportunity to clear the nerves and giddiness from your throat and change the subject.

"so, tenko," you begin, trying to straighten out your crooked smile. "tomura tells me you play soccer. do you like it?"

tenko gives a shrug at first, taking another bite of an apple slice that's had the skin peeled and cut to resemble rabbit ears. then he says, "i guess so. but i like watching movies more."

you ask him what kinds of movies he likes, recalling the superhero blockbuster that had been playing on the tv when you'd first arrived, and feel a spark of endearment as tenko's face lights up as he delves into telling you all about his favorite characters and their cool powers.

"wow! you sure know a lot!" you commend him with a beaming smile, and at the compliment tenko's face begins to turn a little red. "do you and tomura ever watch movies together?"

"not really..." the younger sibling sulks, pouting as he peels the remainder of the skin from his apple slice. "nii-san is usually playing video games in his room and my mom says i'm not allowed to play them because they're too violent..." then, before you can tell him that's too bad but one day he'll be old enough to play the same games as his brother, tenko perks back up and tells you, "but sometimes... sometimes nii-san lets me into his room on nights our mom works late and we play mario kart together."

you have to force yourself to stifle a laugh at that. i mean, it's just completely adorable, isn't it? the thought of tomura, who tries so hard to play it off like he couldn't care less about his little brother, like he's nothing more than a nuisance to him, a pest, an inconvenience, does actually take the time to bond with him anyway. at least, when no one's looking.

you tell tenko you also like mario kart, then lean in and add in a playful whisper, "but i bet he doesn't tell you about all the times i've beaten him, does he?"

tenko regards you with blatant skepticism. "no way," he says, as if he's never been more sure about anything in his life. "there's no way you can beat nii-san. he's too good! no one can beat him!"

now you laugh openly, causing tomura to glance over his shoulder just to make sure there isn't too much chaos ensuing in his brief absence, but tenko just looks confused.

"well," you reply, amusement trailing off the end of your words, "he is pretty good. i'll give him that. but unbeatable..." you quirk up one brow and wear a slight smirk for a moment before allowing your features to fall back to normal. then you tell tenko, "just give it time. one day i bet you'll be able to beat him. i believe in you!"

"you behavin' in here?" tomura suddenly appears in the entryway, slipping his phone back into his pocket as he casts his little brother a warning look.

"your girlfriend says she beat you in mario kart, is that true?" tenko blurts out, and you have to force yourself not to tease tomura when his cheeks visibly darken at the mention of you being his girlfriend.

"everything ok?" you ask to defuse the situation a little and put tomura back at ease, but then his look of bashfulness morphs into a look of slight surprise at the sight you and his little brother getting along so well.

quickly, he snaps out of it, and replies, "yeah. she was just checking in," before seeming to notice something awry about the picture here, specifically on tenko's side of the table.

"hey," tomura lightly scolds his brother. "you know mom only lets you have lemonade on the weekends." you immediately begin to apologize, saying that when he asked you thought it would be ok, and feel embarrassed that you let yourself be manipulated by a child, but tomura assures you it's fine before returning to interrogate his little brother who, admittedly, looks very guilty now.

"did you lie to her?" he presses, and for a moment you're afraid he'll make tenko cry. tenko denies it at first and you observe with growing anxiety as the argument between them ramps up a bit.

it isn't until you reach over to place a hand over tomura's, which has been firmly planted on the tabletop as he leans in over his brother, that he seems to simmer down a little.

"one time will be ok, won't it?" you ask him, not wanting to ruin the moment you'd just shared with tenko, feeling like you'd gained a little more of his trust. you use your secret weapon, the one thing tomura can never say no to whenever he sees it— that sweet, pleading stare you give as you gaze up at him, the look that makes his stomach flutter and his head haze over with thoughts he'll be revisiting later once he's alone.

"fine," he concedes, some of the rigidity that had captured his limbs leaving him as he steps away from the table. he looks directly at his brother and concludes with a warning, "but just this once."

you're relieved, and tenko appears to have returned to his prior state of unfazed contentment, but tomura still seems impatient about something.

"c'mon," he says, beckoning you up from the table to follow him back to his room. "we still have a game to finish."

you give tenko a parting smile before humming out an amused, lilting little note, trailing after tomura as you chirp out a mischievous remark of, "are you gonna actually help us win this time? or am I gonna have to carry the entire round again?"

he lets out an incredulous, albeit amused, chuckle, surprising you by throwing his arm around your shoulders and tugging you in closer to his side so you almost stumble down the hallway. "oh, just you wait..." brazen, he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and dark, now allowing the butterflies in your tummy to unfurl their delicate wings and take flight, "by the time we're done with this round, the other team isn't even gonna know what hit 'em..."

and, with that, you once again return to the confined space of his only slightly disheveled bedroom, the tv screen still bearing the scores from your last game. although, admittedly, as you continue to sit side by side, knees nudging one another here and there when things start to get a little too desperate or rowdy, you can't help but find yourself a little more distracted and self-conscious than usual.

because you swear you catch tomura glancing at you in between rounds from the corner of your eye, something softer, something warmer than you're quite used to possessing his crimson gaze.

it's a side to him you've rarely gotten to see, but you hope he'll learn to wear it a little more openly around you as time goes on.

besides, when his little brother had asked if you were his girlfriend, he hadn't quite said no, now had he?

[seancekitsch]

A Boost: Viktor x Reader Oneshot

She makes housecalls, only for him. Alternatively: a Zaunite makes a risky point in taking care of Viktor while he uses shimmer.

warnings: drug use, smut, high smut, the tiniest amount of fluff, ambiguous relationship, feels kinda bittersweet

She comes at dusk, always under the cover of darkness. It’s easier that way for her to blend in, to not draw attention on the campus of the academy, to not raise any alarm bells. Why would a woman from the Undercity come sniffing around such prestigious minds? Viktor could only guess the whispers and insults that would be hurled her way. He wants to, in a way, shield her from them himself although he knows she can hold her own. Still, the desire stands. The electronic lock of his door code buzzing as she presses nails with probably week old chipped polish into the buttons, he can practically picture them always two tone and sloppy but somehow the look is attractive on her. He hears her before he sees her, a rustling of bags and a low hum of some song pressed between her lips as she shuffles around his dorm. Two heavy thuds as she kicks her heavy boots off against the little island of his kitchenette.

Her footsteps are unsubtle, she’s long since lost the need to sneak anywhere in Zaun. To Viktor, it’s something to envy. Something about Piltover makes him wish the uneven gait and the thunk of his crutch could be silent, and he envies the freedom of not having to worry about that subtlety when he’s trying to sneak around the Academy. Piltover is much more suited to these shadowed and secret deals, despite the way they’d like to wrongly cast judgement on Zaunites. At least Zaunites are honest when they fuck you, Viktor thinks, a silent chuckle on his chapped lips. 

And honest, she is. Though they had never thought to name, or even speak of their arrangement, she made it known what it means to her, something special and private and just for the two of them. Pain relief for him, a sense of being wanted for her, and it never had to be anything more. Fondness grows in the simple honesty of their actions on nights like these. A balance struck and respected.

He hears her shrug off a jacket, perhaps the one she wears thats two sizes two big and green and fuzzy on the inside. He likes that one, and the way it felt when she had draped it over him a few weeks ago when the dorm heat had failed and she discovered him waiting and shivering. There’s a spring now in her step, in the last few steps it takes it get to the doorway of his modest bedroom. She makes herself known with a brush of her hand on the wooden door frame, and Viktor counts himself correct, her nails are a chipped silver and dark purple.

“Waiting long?” she chirps, her voice always like a salve for him when he knows what’s to come next. 

“You never keep me,” he assures, patting the edge of the bed for her to come sit with her regular bag and kit, but she does not move from her spot. 

That’s when he notices that her other hand is hidden behind her back. 

“What is that?”

She shuffles uncomfortably for a moment, as if on the fence about showing him. Her eyes fall from his, looking around the room now as if it was something new to her. Eventually though, she reveals what she’s hiding without a word.

She thrusts the object into his hand unceremoniously, her head turned to the side to avoid even the temptation of his gaze. She feigns indifference poorly.

“For you,” she states through gritted teeth, “I made it.”

The it in question being a wedge shaped cushion, a deep purple, a decadently soft fabric covering it. Viktor gives it a good squeeze, whatever firm stuffing within holds its shape. He turns it over in his hands, and embroidered in silver thread on the bottom are three letters: ZBM. Not her initials, nor his. The colors of the cushion the same as her nails: an intention he cannot decipher.

“ZBM?” he reads out loud, and she turns her head the other way, still not looking. 

“It’s to place under your hips, or under the bad leg at the knee to relieve a little pressure,” she shrugs as if the gesture is nothing, but the way she refuses to look at him says that it’s anything but, “I figured it will help.”

Viktor doesn’t press her further, as this already is too much vulnerability for her. Sure, injecting him with shimmer and then fucking his brains out feels safe, but a gift is too much. He gets it, though; and she is at the bottom of the list of people he would ever wish to harm. He knows where she comes from, and how dangerous misplaced displays of emotion can be. Viktor only wishes she would realize he was not going to use something like that against her. 

“Thank you, Darling,” is all he responds with to not make a thing of it, placing the pillow gently on the far end of his bed, away from the space he had already set out for their night. 

She sets down her usual bag now, routine back in place as she starts to pull out vials and sharps. She lays out her materials meticulously, then carelessly strips from her trousers and top. Bruising litters her back as she turns to ball up her clothes and throw them at a corner, as if she had been kicked in the ribs recently, but this too Viktor does not mention. If he knows, he’ll want to protect her. If he tries protect her, she will hate him. 

“Ready?” she asks, her toothy smile wide and enthusiastic. He nods, and she climbs up onto the bed, taking a spot between Viktor’s knees and she grabs a syringe and one of the vials. She presses in, pulling the plunger back until the dose is correct. She’s been bringing stronger stuff, Viktor has noticed, another unspoken thing between them. But he cannot fault her, she’s doing what she thinks is right, and it gives him better mobility at least for a while. The last time, he was even able to go on a jog the next morning just to prove something to himself. Decidedly, even if that was a more common occurrence, Viktor is not a jogger. She gets everything ready carefully, and places everything on the bedside table before she reaches finally for Viktor. 

She’s almost painfully gentle as her free hand massages over the muscle of Viktors thigh, her thumb pressing soothing circles as she moves his leg to the side to access the tender skin on the inner side. She looks up at him, and he nods, all the encouragement she needs. The needle goes into his skin easily, barely any pain compared to how his knee had felt earlier today, and the plunger gets pushed down. 

And then the burning begins, the venom seeping through, infecting every vein and cell of him, the glow visible in his leg. Burning, burning, ecstasy on the other end.

Viktor floats, the shimmer haze flowing through him, a euphoric sigh falling from his lips as he feels the effects start to take hold. 

He smiles through the burn, sweats through the pain, lets it give way to the feeling of power. This, now, he understands as his addictive habit with shimmer. A good hurt, that keeps the constant hurt away, at least temporarily. When the burning subsides, he will have more energy, more stamina, he will get more work done. 

He sighs again, his smile lazy as his eyes finally reopen, his gaze falling upon where she still sits between his legs. 

She smiles as she sees him back down in reality, and lifts herself up; first to kneel and then to place her knees on either side of his hips. 

“No,” he protests, stopping her as the mattress dips under her knee, “Let me try something.”

And she complies, letting Viktor take the lead as he switches their positions, removing his boxers as he settles himself between her thighs. 

“You sure, Vik?” she asks, but her hands don’t hesitate to reach up and trace lines down his chest. Her hands are still a little cold from outside, but it doesn’t make him shiver, in fact, he feels as if he could brave the cold for once. 

“Yes, until I can tell I will regret it later,” he chuckles, and punctuates the sentences with a roll of his hips, half hard cock bumping up against her core already warm and wanting. 

“And you’re not bullshitting this time? No repeats of that one time you tried to stand,” she huffs out with a roll of her eyes, but there’s a smile on her face as she chastises him. She’ll never let him live that down, he thinks, remembering the time he had indeed tried to lay her out on his living room table and he ended up collapsing. His hip will also never let him forget, as it has given him more trouble since that day.

“I promise, I will warn you,” he chuckles, reassuring her in a way that only makes her doubt him, and allows his hand to travel down the expanse of her body. He traces the dip of her collarbone, the swell of her chest, each indent of her bruised ribs, the soft skin of her stomach, down to her hip and below. They both collectively gasp as his hand reaches between her thighs, wetness collecting on his cold calloused fingers.

“Please, Vik,” she sighs, “Don’t worry about it.”

Foreplay was far and few in between for them, the most potent effects of the shimmer not lasting that long coupled with the desperation for a gentle touch spurring them to a clumsy frenzy. 

He obeys, pulling his hand away from its destination, but not without a little indulgence. Viktor brings his fingers to his lips, and parts them to take them into his mouth, licking them with calculated pleasure as he stares into her eyes. She shudders beneath him, her chest heaving with the sigh that leaves her. She tastes divine, too sweet for her outer demeanor and too sweet for Zaun. She is like the extra sugar packet he mixes into his sweetmilk, but even the idea of that sours her. 

He removes his fingers from his mouth, and plants his hand on the pillow next to her head. His other hand grabs the base of his shaft, bringing it to line up with her core, and pushes in slowly. This is how she likes it, he knows, letting her feel every inch of him as he fills her. And she’s hot, almost too hot, and tight and wet and everything she should be. If he were someone else, if she were someone else, if this were another universe, this moment would be perfect. Viktor moans against her skin, the feeling divine as he bottoms out within her, their hips meeting flush to seal them as one. 

“Move, Vik, You gotta move,” she pleads, already writhing under him. How can Viktor deny her this?

His hips move slow at first, testing the waters, the way the movement puts strain on certain muscles in his legs. They do not hurt, and he takes that as a sign. He tests his theory again, this time his thrust is a bit sharper and quicker, which earns him an appreciative moan that drips from her smiling lips. This only drives him further, and Viktor is eager to set a pace, quick and hard but not harsh. Viktor kisses, fondles, jerks his hips, and her hands run down his back, pull him in. He even hooks her leg over one of his arms to pull her further apart. They feed each other with hushed praise, sweet nothings that encourage each movement and touch, each motion encouraged and thanked. She pulls him in closer, impossibly closer, and the lines where they meet blur until they seem inseparable, two in tandem feeling more like one being intent on pleasure from itself. They are both greedy, taking of the affection they each need, taking the way they each want. 

The first time his thrust falters, her eyebrows knit together, but she says nothing and arches further into him. The second time it happens, her hands reach out to steady his shoulders. She does not need to speak as she reaches up to him, and her lips meet his as she gently starts to push. It’s a simple enough dance, one they’ve done plenty of times before. And like those plenty of other times, Viktor has once again broken his promise to her. He will never, so as long as this routine prevails, tell her when it begins to hurt. Call him selfish, he thinks as she flattens his back against the sheets now reversing their roles, but he will always try to take more than he should. 

She sinks down onto him, pressing them flush again and completing the circuit as she brushes hair out of his face. A move, he notices, he has pulled on her before. She starts to move slowly, idly humping as she feels out the new angle. Viktor is so, so painfully hard and wanting, but he cannot find it in him to be anything but gentle to her. If it were anyone else, he would have already jutted his hips up into them, would have yanked on hair or torn skin with his teeth. But because of her his leg glows with the power of shimmer, because of her he will be able to make coffee and walk to Jayce’s flat before he will need to depend on his cane at all. Because of this, he lets her feel and move like molasses and work up to her pleasure. The thought crosses his mind again, that if they were different, maybe sex between them could be rough or even playful. But it is not and they are not, and despite this, it is his favorite routine in his life. 

As if she could read his mind, her pace picks up. She relies on her knees more, picking up her hips and dropping herself back down on him, fucking herself with each thrust that starts to feel like more euphoria than the shimmer could ever give him. She pants, open mouthed against his own lips, little gasps and squeaks each time he bottoms out. Viktor’s hands are hard on her hips, and his own begin moving, another break of his earlier promise, as he begins to meet her movements in the middle.

“I feel you,” he tells her, his voice more strained than he imagined it, “You are squeezing me.”

She only whines in response, capturing the corner of his mouth in a desperate kiss. Viktor takes this as permission, guiding her to fuck herself onto him harder, one of his hands coming down to rub her clit, calculated and fast circles that earn him even more of the sweet noises. 

She breaks quickly, squeezing him like a vice as she lets loose these high pitched cries that Viktor instantly commits to memory. She shakes above him, her entire body clamping down upon him as she finds her end. Viktor does not let up with his ministrations, continuing to rub her even as his thrusts upward begin to slow. He’s so close, so goddamn close, and she feels like heaven itself. Viktor has never been a religious man, but he does understand this. 

As she comes back to reality, she kisses him languidly, lips smearing across him in ways he hopes leave marks. He’s already left one of his own on her, so it would only make them equal. She clutches him like she is holding on for dear life. 

“Please,” she begs, her voice slow with exhaustion, “inside me.”

It’s risky, but Viktor cannot even think of that, not when she is so hot and tight around him. Not when she allows him, invites him even. 

Viktor’s end finds him quickly after that, pistoning up into her as she holds on, kissing him and whispering praise into his ear as he comes with a shudder and a gasp. He kisses her, pushing stray tears from her face as he holds her cheeks. Neither of them make any move to untangle themselves, even as the fatigue of sleep sinks in, even as their movements get slower and he tosses a blanket over the both of them. 

Hours later, she puts on her clothes gingerly, careful to avoid any spots made sore. Her fingers lithe and nimble as they roll her socks back up, the movement almost enough for Viktor to try to call her back to bed. It would be a first for them, but a line Viktor thinks might be okay to cross. 

The chasm between them emerges again with each piece of clothing she replaces, the distance between them a drought drying the words Viktor would wish to say to her. 

She runs her fingers through her hair once her top is back on, now looking looser and more ill fitting than it had before. She is nearly a stranger now, their uniforms of civility two paths divulging. She packs her kit just as quickly, everything safely back in their spots in her bag and she suddenly no longer has a reason to be here. She pauses though, and Viktor thinks that maybe he can beckon her once more, maybe stop time for a few moments longer.

As if compelled, she turns in the doorway back to him, pointing to the wedge shaped pillow she had given him earlier in their evening. 

“Zaun’s best mind,” she tells him when he quirks an eyebrow in question, “You asked about ZBM? Its you.”

Her smile falters, and he knows he cannot ask her to come back but his voice finds him again. 

“Thank you,” Viktor says, and he means it so deeply, “Thank you for your care, for being here.”

“I have to,” her smile returns, “You’re gonna save us all one day.”

Viktor lets her leave, the same thunking of boots and the wind whistling as his door opens as she returns to the night and to the city they were both born in. Viktor does not say goodbye, does not tell her to be safe, does not ask when she will be back. 

It’ll be two weeks, like clockwork, like always. 

A ‘Bi-Weekly Boost’, as she calls it.

Maybe next time he’ll ask her to stay. 

[glassrowboat]

As The Sun Rises. Baizhu.

Summary: A morning with Baizhu never fails to be peaceful, even if there's a mishap or two to start the day

Word count: 1.1k

Even before the first rays of light start to peek through the blinds, Baizhu is already pushing the sheets covering him aside. The bed creaks, and for a moment, he stops, head turning back to look at you still hugging a pillow to your chest you had managed to steal from him earlier to assure you were still asleep.

A small laugh leaves him when he realizes you're still in dream land, dozing away even as your nose scrunches when his hair accidentally tickles your face as he stands up.

He shushes you as quietly as he can, hand going to run up and down your back before he pulls away. For a moment, Baizhu's fingers could still feel the heat of your skin lingering on him until it was replaced by the cold wood of his favorite comb he brushed through his hair. Every little knot that came from the occasional toss and turn during the night was removed from his emerald green hair until it fell against his back once again. It was a slow, methodical practice that let him occasionally flick his gaze back to the reflection of a lump with their legs caught between the sheets in the mirror before him.

“Still knocked out like a light. I see they aren't the type to care about getting stuff done early in the day.”

“Hush now, Changsheng.” Baizhu chided, his hand going to place the comb down so he could run a finger over her head. “We don't need to deal with their grumpiness just yet. Let's at least wait until the morning sun rises.”

“That just sounds like an excuse to let them sleep in.”

“Rest is important, no matter the hour it's acquired.” With one more scratch to Changsheng’s head, Baizhu said “Now, if you want to wake someone up, I'm sure Qiqi is still in bed.”

The snake grumbled for a moment, asking why that duty was put on her non-existent shoulders before she slithered her way down from the vanity Baizhu was sitting at, across the room, and through the hole cut at the bottom of the door cut out specifically for her.

Behind him he heard a groan.

In the end, his attempts were null.

“Good morning, my love.”

All he got back in response was another groan.

“You're usually awake by now. Don't tell me you were up all night reading again.”

The playful tone in his voice was enough to stir you awake all for the sake of glaring at him over the mountain of pillows you had somehow collected. “I don't want to hear that from you.”

“Is this when you call me a dirty hypocrite?”

“I'm not awake enough to remember that word exists, let alone use it.”

Baizhu shook his head to hide the smile he knew you would scold him for. He didn't need to hear he was being cheeky on top of it all. “What are you feeling like for breakfast today?”

The bed creaked as you shifted, doing your best to climb out of it even when you were essentially cuffed to it with a blanket wrapped around your ankle that had you stumbling down to the floor. The small “ah, that doesn't look good” Baizhu let out before he started to get up didn't help your pride much either.

“I'm fine!” You quickly popped back up, scrambling up to your feet so you could place your hands on his shoulders to keep Baizhu sitting. “Peachy, even.”

His eyes met yours in the mirror, deep bags under his and yours from your shared habit of staying up late at night to bury your nose away in a book or two, even if he wouldn't admit it. You had heard him scold Keqing before for wearing herself thin by burning the midnight oil, but the bluish skin you could make out on him was more than enough proof he was just as bad as she is. If not worse.

Always so stubborn, you wanted to say, but instead you reached past him to pick the two hair sticks Baizhu always had pinned into his hair to hold them between your teeth as you started to gather his hair. That was the only reason you couldn't snap back with a retort as he repeated the way you said peachy with a chuckle in his tone.

Hair was gathered.

You could feel him relax under you, fall further into your touch with each passing second until his head was tilted back and eyes closed as you secured the ornaments in his new bun before going down to work on his regular braid.

The first time you had tried doing this for his it had ended in a mess of knots, a forgotten hair tie left in the bathroom, and Changsheng scolding you a she claimed Qiqi could have done a better job, but now it was second nature to run your fingers through his hair to ease each little strand into the next section. At this point, you might even be able to do this without even being conscious, but half asleep would do, too. It just meant his usual style would be a bit messier than usual.

When you were finally done, you slid the braid over his shoulder, eyes meeting his own in the mirror once again after he put his glasses on to share a soft smile.

“You never said what you wanted for breakfast, my dear.”

“I didn't, did I?” A hum left you, prolonging the moment before you finally decided on one thing. “Let's not worry about that now, I still have your makeup to do.”

He pushed aside a lock of his hair, one that would usually be secure in his regular bun if Baizhu had done it himself. “I'm not sure you can handle that without a cup of coffee first.”

“Nonsense. Unless you're afraid I'll poke out your eye?”

With a sigh, Baizhu pulled off his glasses, placing them back down with a jingle of the crystals that hang off of them.

“And you're awake enough to do my rouge?” Baizhu asked.

“We’ll see, won't we?”

A squeeze to his shoulders was all it took for Baizhu to pick up his makeup brush and hold it up to you.

“And then we'll have breakfast.”

“Congee.” You said.

It was when the tip of your brush met the pad of red makeup that you heard Baizhu agree. “Congee. With fruit on the side. You could use some more natural vitamins in your diet.”

“And coffee?” You insisted, bristles just barely a hair's breadth away from Baizhu's now closed eyes as light from the morning sun started to stream pure gold in through the blinds.

“And coffee, my love.”

[vamp1reg1rrrl]

Abby Anderson w/ Alt Reader PT. 2

- After your guy’s first date, not much changed. Well not too much anyways. Abby still went to the cafe, only now she actually liked her coffee black. But now instead of sitting on a curb on your break you two sat in the back seat of your car either making out, talking, you hitting your vape in the meantime. Some times all of the above.

- One day you decided you finally wanted her to come over to your place. You were about 2 weeks into dating and Abby had some male roommates so she was weird about you coming over to hers.

“Do you smoke?”

“Didn’t you ask me this during our first real conversation?”

“No dummy, like do you smoke weed?”

“Oh. I mean I have but it’s never really been something I’ve done consistently.”

“Does it like..bother you.. if I do?”

“No.”

“Sweet. Wanna come over to mine Saturday? We could watch movies, order something in, maybe smoke if you’re down for that. You could meet my roommates too if you want…”

It wasn’t often that you were nervous. But fuck. You were right now.

“That sounds great, what time?”

Oh thank god.

“Mmm how about like 7? I always like watching movies when it’s dark out.”

“Of course you do. 7 sounds perfect. I’ll pick up food on the way over there, so just let me know what sounds good, okay?”

“Ugh, you’re so sweet. It’s sickening. But definitely sushi, thankyouuuu.”

- When Saturday came along you were nervous, to say the least. You practically scrubbed down your entire place and room. Abby was the clean type you had noticed. You on the other hand, were not.

- You hoped Abby would like your place. You had two roommates, both whom had pretty different styles from you, so the place wasn’t quite decorated how you wanted it to be. But it still wasn’t bad. You had an old black couch in your living room and all your glassware was this dark gothic red. So at least you had that.

- Your room on the other hand screamed you. Posters littered the walls, mainly music artists and movies. You had posters ranging from Lana del rey to Batman 2024 and Nightmare on Elm Street. Your bed was a satin leopard print set and you had plenty of other decor as well.

- Once it hit 5 you figured you’d better get ready. You didn’t want to look like you did too much but you still wanted to look put together. So you did your normal eyeliner, mascara, but only put on a little concealer and decided to stick with chapstick instead of your usual dark liner and lipstick.

- Clothing wise was simple, you threw on a pair of fuzzy leopard print pj pants and a twilight tshirt.

- Abby was there at 6:54, early as usual. She had a bag of food and another bag with some snacks. She looked amazing as usual. She was wearing a pair of black sweats and black wife beater. (Obviously had to pull out the all black fit for you.)

“I didn’t know what snacks you wanted so I just got a bunch of different stuff.”

“Aww you didn’t have to do that, you already got the food silly.”

“I wanted to. You’re already letting me into your home after all.”

“Pfft you’re so cute.”

You pecked her on the cheek and took the food bag from her, putting it on your kitchen table so you could get plates and what not out.

“So what movies sound good?”

“Anything you want baby”

Oh. My. God.

“Baby, huh?”

- You felt arms wrap around your waist from behind, and then her chin rest on your shoulder

“Is that okay?”

“Mm more than okay.”

“Okay, so what movies were you thinking?”

“Hmmm, don’t know. Was thinking maybe a horror marathon but I don’t know if you’re into that type of thing.”

“It’s not typically my go to, but you really like the Scream movies right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well I’ve never seen those, what about them?”

“Ugh, absolutely. You’re so hot for that.”

-You guys got everything situated food and snack wise. You set up the first movie and turned off the lights once you were done eating, cuddling up on the couch with a batman blanket.

- About halfway through the first movie Abby put her hands on your waist, slightly sliding under your shirt. And then she just lifted you up, just like that, like you were nothing. She lifted you up and pulled you closer to her, situating you between her legs, your back against her chest.

- You didn’t say anything. You just sat there and leaned back against her, letting her wrap her arms around your waist. Once the first movie finished you started to shift so you could get up and get the remote. But you were quickly held down, Abby tightening her arms and pressing her nose into your shoulder.

“Abby, I have to get the remote.”

“Mm, just wait a minute”

You smile softly and sigh, though you weren’t actually annoyed at all. After a short moment you feel her start to kiss the back of your neck, softly, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t sitting there in silence doing absolutely nothing.

- Eventually they go from soft pecks to soft nips, her teeth slightly grazing against the back of your neck.

“Abs are we watching another movie or not?”

“Call me that again”

“Abs?”

“Your voice is so pretty baby, love hearing you say my name”

her voice is a soft murmur against your skin and you can’t help but slightly laugh softly.

“You’re so cute”

“Can I leave a mark?”

“What?”

“On your neck, can I leave a mark?”

“Hmm, I guess? Just don’t make it too noticeable”

- At that her small nips and kisses quickly go to a harsh suck on the back of your neck. You slightly furrow your brows, the feeling a bit strange. After a moment or so she pulls away and kisses the same spot before releasing you.

- You turn to her and kiss her on the cheek before sitting up and grabbing the remote, getting onto the second movie and then quickly settling yourself back where you were. Her arms quickly wrap around you once more and she pulls you a little lower this time, leaning back and pulling your head back against her chest.

“You’re comfy”

She just smiles and kisses the top of your head.

- By the end of the night you had plenty more marks along the back of your neck, and would’ve had more had you not told her to stop.

“Abby seriously, I’m never gonna be able to cover all these up”

“Good, that’s the idea.”

- For the next week you had to wear high necked shirts to cover them all up. Unless you were around her of course. (She secretly loved being the only one to see you in skimpy clothes for a week.)

Okay that’s part 2. I know it’s short but i’m running out of ideas😪 Also how would we feel about a short Ghostface Abby….

[cuteandhughesy]

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart | Matt Rempe (playlist)

summary: imagine my writing has been turned into a film - complete with a soundtrack that perfectly captures the essence of the scenes and helps you visualize the words you’ve previously read and bringing them into movie format ✨

warnings: descriptive scenes that may include suggestive and/or smutty dialogue | songs and artists that you may not like | read at your own discretion

a/n: this series will not only provide extras explanation of scenes from the fic, but dive into clues you may of missed ♥️

link to I can do it with a broken heart

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I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART BY TAYLOR SWIFT

track 1

if this was turned into the movie, the opening scene would not be the same as the fic.

in fact, I picture you getting broken up with so the viewers get an insight into the relationship—plus it makes sense with the title and plot of the story.

the viewers would see you briefly grieving, heartbroken as you lounge around at home and work at the ice rink—teaching kids how to figure skate. then they’d see you opening the email, where you get the opportunity to teach nhl players.

fast forward through the travelling and title sequence on the screen—now in the taxi, listening to this song through your earbuds. the song would come to a stop as you take them out, following the fic.

LONLEY DANCERS BY CONAN GRAY

track 2

there’s a big jump for music here, and at this point you’ve already met matt and introduced yourselves.

this song begins playing during that teaching montage. this song is perfectly upbeat and fun that it matches the energy of the scenes.

APPLE PIE BY LIZZY MCALPINE

track 3

the instrumental chords of this song would begin to filter in the scene as you and matt sit on the bench, opening up to one another. I think this scene is important for the relationship—especially when considering the speed of which it happens—because it shows that they are comfortable with one another practically instantly.

the lyrics of this song are just perfect for this fic.

the song would continue through the ending scene and the transition to you back at the hotel, getting unready after the long, harder day. you’re thinking about matt and how he made you feel today, and it’s the final push for you to change your lockscreen.

turning it from you and your ex to the photo matt took that day—you, him, shay and john.

HIGH BY 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER

track 4

another tiring day teaching and figure skating, and it’s extended into the evening as you head over to matt’s place to help him with the routine. which, obviously he didn’t actually need help, he just wanted to see you.

this song would begin during the second half of the scene, when you’re in his bedroom. the instrumentals would filter in the scene, quietly in the background as you look around the space. it would continue as you get into bed, and choose a movie to watch.

you don't mean to fall asleep but it just happens - showing how comfortable you've grown around mat in such a short time. mat admires you afterwards, which is one of my favourite parts of the fic.

RISK BY GRACIE ABRAMS

track 5

you’ve just been overcome with relief, while still swimming with urgency to get back to your place and get ready for the routine. in the flurry of emotions, you thank matt by leaning up and kissing him in the cheek.

you don’t realize what you’ve actually done until you’re driving away. this would be the song playing over your radio.

LATCH BY SAM SMITH

track 6

another jump in time, and you wouldn’t hear this song until the carnival scene. I picture this song playing as you and matt are walking around, and the lyrics are heard in the background playing through one of the rides.

this is my personal favourite scene in the entire fic, I just think it’s so cute and domestic. plus matt’s subtle jealousy towards beecher in the laser tag line, pulling you into his side is just..ugh.

NO.1 PARTY ANTHEM BY ARCTIC MONKEYS

track 7

this song would bleed into the scene that plays out inside the laser tag building. matt has pushed you into the corner so you’re out of sight from the other players, and you’re both enveloped in the dark space.

there’s a lot of tension and unspoken lust between you, looking at one another and touching one another gently as you almost kiss.

this song would transition into the next scene, which isn’t in the fic, but would be in the movie (it’s only mentioned in the fic). matt would bring you to the train station, and there kind of be that unspoken feeling…a lackluster goodbye (just a hug...no kiss).

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH BY POST MALONE

track 8

you’ve just surprised matt at the game—letting him know by the picture of the arena in your texts.

as you’re waiting for him to come out of the locker room—stomach twisting with nerves and excitement—the very start of this song would play, that instrumental whistling.

as he comes out, and inevitably kisses you for the first time, those instrumentals would continue. the second part of the first kiss after the confession, the chorus of this song would play as their lips touch passionately, which feels like an explosive moment, saved for that explosive drop in the song.

WELCOME TO NEW YORK BY TAYLOR SWIFT

track 9

what better song for the ending credits of this fic, than this perfect taylor swift song. there’s really nothing else to say besides that.

[immortalbumblebee]

Mom said it's my turn to request!!so anyway👀I love your writing and so I would really like as in Vander x fem!reader where both of them are Mylo's actual biological parentsand just some fluff around them please💙

So this turned more into a Mylo & Reader fluff comfort fic, I hope that's okay! This prompt got me really excited!

Masterlist

Family Ties

You can’t help the soft "oof" that escapes your lips as you lean against the mattress of Mylo’s top bunk. Your feet balance precariously on a rung of the makeshift ladder, while your arms rest atop the edge of the mattress. Carefully, you place a bowl of fruit on the side of the bed. The room is dim, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of a streetlight filtering through the blinds. The rhythmic thud of Mylo’s ball hitting the ceiling fills the small space, a steady beat against the tense silence.

“You want to talk about what happened today?”

Thunk.Thunk.Thunk.

The wooden bunk bed creaks softly beneath the weight of his restless movements. Mylo lies there sprawled out, legs bent awkwardly to accommodate his too-long frame on a bed that hasn't fit him for years. Each toss of the ball is precise, almost mechanical, as though he’s trying to channel all his frustration into the motion.

You stay there, quiet, watching him. Waiting. Mylo’s never been great at hiding his emotions, but pushing him won’t help. You know better.

Finally, the tension breaks.

“We got our asses handed to us out there!” he snaps, the ball clattering against the ceiling with more force than before. It bounces back into his hand, but he doesn’t throw it again. Instead, he props himself up on one elbow, his sharp glare directed at no one in particular. “But I get reamed out while she just gets to mess up without any consequences? How is that fair?”

His voice is tight, the anger barely masking the frustration beneath. He’s not just mad—he’s hurt, and you can see it in the way his hand tightens around the ball.

“I know.” You nod, trying your best to be understanding. “But Powder’s young, and still learning. She needs her older siblings to show her the way sometimes.”

He throws the ball one final time, hard, and it thuds against the ceiling with a force that makes the bunk bed shudder. The ball drops into his lap as he shoots upright, sitting cross-legged now, his sharp gaze locked onto yours.

“Why does everyone let her off easy because of her age, huh?” he demands, his tone heated, though you can tell the anger is masking something deeper. “Just ’cause she’s ‘the baby’ means she can do no wrong!”

You inhale slowly, steadying yourself. “That’s not true,” you say softly, keeping your voice calm and measured. “But we all have to learn our own way—”

“Then we shouldn’t be taking her on jobs!” Mylo snaps, cutting you off mid-sentence. His hands ball into fists, and you can see the frustration etched into every line of his face. “If she’s not capable, why do we have to pick up the slack?”

You catch yourself before the urge to retort takes over. He’s wound so tight he’s practically vibrating, and if you lash out now, it’ll only make things worse.

Instead, you exhale deeply and let the silence linger for a moment, long enough for him to shift uncomfortably under your gaze. Finally, you speak, your tone firm but even. “Because that’s what families do, Mylo. We take care of each other.”

You can feel the seething anger rolling off of him in waves.

“She’s Vi’s family.” He snaps, throwing himself back onto the mattress. “Not mine, remember?”

“Mylo…” You start, but he continues on.

“She makes everything harder,” he mutters eventually, quieter this time. “And I don’t get to mess up. Ever. Claggor and Vi have her back constantly, and you and Dad always have everyone’s back. And I know she's little, but like…I’m supposed to be your son. You’re supposed to have my back, but everyone’s too busy babying her! You know how that feels?”

You try to ignore the daggers stabbing into your heart with every word. Each sharp syllable from Mylo’s mouth cuts deeper than the last, but you remind yourself that he’s young—too young to shoulder the weight he’s been carrying. He’s stubborn, yes, but it’s the same stubbornness you see in yourself and in Vander. It’s a trait that’s both a blessing and a curse. And right now? Gods, he wasn’t making this easy for you.

Rather than snapping or letting your frustration show, you inhale deeply, steadying yourself. You let the silence hang between you for a beat, maybe two, until he shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting away from yours.

Finally, you speak. Your voice is steady, but there’s a thread of unmistakable warmth beneath the firmness. “You are my son, Mylo.”

You reach out, your hand resting gently on his leg. He stiffens, his body coiling with the same raw energy that’s radiated off him since this conversation began. Then, in one swift motion, he pulls away, retreating like he’s touched a flame.

The rejection stings, more than you care to admit. But you don’t flinch. Instead, you keep your gaze on him, unwavering, as he stares at the floor.

“And Powder is also my daughter,” you continue, your tone softening but losing none of its conviction. “I love you both so much, Mylo. I need you to understand that. But I also love you equally.”

His jaw tightens at the word, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he doesn’t interrupt this time.

“We’re family, my darling,” you say, leaning forward just slightly, trying to close the emotional gap between you. “We look out for each other—not because it’s easy, but because that’s what we do. That’s who we are. You don’t have to like it all the time, and you’re allowed to be angry. But this?” Your voice lowers, growing softer. “This resentment—it’s only going to hurt you.”

For a long moment, Mylo says nothing. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. Then, finally, he glances up, his expression conflicted. His anger hasn’t fully ebbed, but there’s a flicker of doubt there now, a crack in his armor.

“I just want someone to have my back here…” Mylo’s voice cracks slightly, betraying the vulnerability behind his frustration. He looks away, his jaw set tight, but the weight in his words hangs in the air like a plea he can’t quite bring himself to say outright.

Your chest tightens at his words. You’ve always known how fiercely he feels things, how deeply he longs for validation even when he’s too proud to ask for it.

“I know it feels like you’re alone in this,” you say softly, your voice steady and warm. “But I promise, we’re all on your side. Vander and I are here for you, my darling boy.” You lean forward slightly, your hand hovering near his for a moment before committing to the gesture. “It may not feel like it right now, but I swear, I would take on the whole of the Enforcers for you.”

This time, when your hand brushes his, he doesn’t pull away. His fingers are tense under yours, but the fact that he doesn’t recoil feels like a small victory. Still, he avoids your gaze, his head bowed, the fight in him simmering down to embers.

“And I know your father would do the same,” you add, your tone quieter now, the words almost a whisper.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at the ball in his other hand, his thumb tracing the worn seam over and over. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low grumble, rough around the edges. “You guys have a funny way of showing it…”

The words sting, even though you know they’re coming from a place of hurt rather than malice. You tighten your grip on his hand just slightly, anchoring both him and yourself.

“We’re not perfect, Mylo,” you admit, your voice tinged with regret. “We’ve made mistakes—so many mistakes—but everything we do, every decision we make, is because we love you and Powder. We’re trying to do what’s best, even when it doesn’t feel like it.”

He snorts, the sound bitter but less sharp than before. “Yeah? Well, maybe you should ask me what’s best for once.”

You nod, letting the comment land without protest. “You’re right,” you say gently. “We should. And I’m sorry if it feels like we haven’t. But I’m listening now, Mylo. Tell me what you need.”

He looks up at you then, just for a fleeting moment, and in his eyes, you see a flicker of something that might be hope. He’s not ready to forgive or forget—not yet—but he’s listening, too.

“What if…” you hum, squeezing his hand gently, “you eat up this fruit, and then meet me upstairs? We can go out? Maybe grab something from the bakery a couple levels down?”

There’s a flicker in his eyes—a spark that’s been missing for too long—and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Race you. Parkour style,” he challenges, and there’s a mischievous edge to his tone now, a hint of the boy who used to dart through the alleyways, laughing like the world wasn’t on his shoulders.

At this, you laugh—a full, hearty sound that shakes loose some of the tension still lingering in your chest. “That hardly seems fair. You’re too fast, and I’m far too old.”

He grins, already stuffing the fruit into his mouth like his life depends on it. Juice dribbles down his chin, and you can’t help but shake your head, your scolding finger already poised.

“Chew and swallow before you speak, Mylo,” you admonish lightly, though your voice is filled with warmth.

He holds up a hand in mock surrender, gulping down the fruit as quickly as possible before grinning at you, unabashed. “There. Happy now?”

“Very,” you reply, matching his grin.

“Good, because you’re definitely losing this race, Mom!” he declares, his confidence radiating as he jumps off the bunk and bolts toward the door, practically bouncing with anticipation.

You hop off the ladder yourself, your joints protesting slightly, but you ignore the ache. Stretching out your limbs, you roll your shoulders and grin after him.

“I wouldn’t count on it, my darling,” you call out, your voice light but challenging. “I’ve got a few tricks left up my sleeve.”

Mylo stops in the doorway, turning to give you a look of mock surprise. “Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.”

And just like that, the air between you feels lighter—like the weight that had been pressing down on both of you has finally begun to lift. For a moment, there’s no anger, no resentment, no fear. Just the thrill of the challenge and the bond that no amount of hardship can break.

[kittykatwrittingxoxo1]

Anger and Memories

The Magnus Archives oneshot

Ship: past Danny/jon

Rating: T

Tags: hurt/comfort (kinda), angry tim, sad jon, there was only one bed (platonically), forgiveness felt through talking to your dead brothers ex boyfriend.

Tim was practically throwing his bag into the corner of the room, his lip pulled into a snarl as he saw the one bed.

“Not only do we have to both stay in one room but that prick couldn't give us two beds?” Tim said, his voice full of anger.

Jon places his bag on the chair next to a desk, he looks around the room and sees that it there was in fact only one bed making him sigh, turning his eyes to Tim he sees the man almost pacing the room, his shoulders tense and his thumbs typing quickly on his phone, probably in the group chat that everyone made that didn't have Jon in it.

“What side do you want?” Jon asked, just wanting to get it out of the way.

Tim's head snaps towards Jon, his movements stopping all together.

“What side do I want?” Tim hissed, “What makes you think I'll let you sleep in the bed?”

Tim's anger filled words almost have Jon flinching, a cold sweat making its way to the back of Jon's neck.

Jon brings a hand up to his long hair to give a strand a gentle tug, “I j-just assumed-”

“Well you need to stop assuming,” Tim said, sliding his phone into his back pocket, “All you've been doing is assuming and it's always wrong.”

Jon nods, “You're right, I'm sorry.” Jon says, his voice slowly growing quieter as he talks.

Tim just shakes his head, disgust in his eyes almost making Jon tremble with words that he always wanted to tell Tim on the tip of his tongue but knowing that the man wouldn't want to hear anything from the shorter man.

“I'm taking a shower,” Tim says, turning around towards the bathroom before stopping, “Keep your freaky eyes out of the bathroom.”

With those parting words, Tim enters the bathroom, slamming the door shut and leaving Jon by himself.

Jon stands in the middle of the room, hearing the water starting in the shower. The room was dim, a small light on the corner occasionally flickering for a second, Jon goes back to the chair that he put his bad on, picking it up and sitting on the chair with his back now on his lap, waiting for Tim to come out and tell him if he's actually going to have him sleep on the floor.

Jon digs into his bag for his phone, not to text anyone (not that anyone would answer his texts anymore) but to go through his notes. Jon scrolls through his notes app, seeing all the things he'd have to do to stop the Unknowing, as he keeps scrolling he starts seeing notes from when he just started as head archivist, some of the notes even had him chuckling as he read ‘Get book on how to act professional.’ he was really trying to be a good boss in the beginning.

Jon keeps looking through the notes, some from his days in research and… Jon's thumb pauses in its swiping, his now green eyes widening as he reads a note he completely forgot about, it was just something he quickly threw into his notes one evening, not thinking it would be the last note that would be his complete downfall into the Fears. Jon's head snaps up as he hears Tim opening the bathroom door making him lock his phone.

Tim walks out in shorts and a T-shirt, drying his hair with the towel in his hand and texting with the other. Tim glances up towards Jon and rolls his eyes at Jon sitting in the corner.

“I didn't actually mean you can't sleep on the bed.” The man grumbles and starts walking towards the bed, sitting down and dropping his other hand to his phone, leaving the towel draped on his head.

The sight of Tim sitting on the bed with the towel on his head had memories of Jon telling a man to not keep a damp towel on his head, that it could make him stick and the man laughing at Jon's stern caring that he normally does. The thought causes Jon to close his eyes tightly, shaking his head before getting up and walking towards the bed.

Tim was now laying on the left side of the bed, over the covers, towel now laying on the pillow to keep it dry. Jon pulls the covers back enough to shimmy under them, his back turned towards Tim.

Jon can feel the tension grow as he lays beside Tim, he can hear Tim tapping at his phone faster and faster, turning his head and opening his mouth to ask if Tim was ok, he was interrupted.

“I don't want to hear anything out of you.” Tim said, his voice no longer a hiss but still holding anger.

“I just-”

“No Jon.”

“But-”

“I said no!” Tim snapped, his head now turned to look at Jon, “Nothing you can say can be anything good.”

Jon sits up and turns to look at Tim, long hair a mess and the shirt he was wearing practically swallowing him whole.

“Tim, really I need to talk to you about-”

“About what?” Tim asked harshly, now sitting up also, “What could be so important that you can't keep your mouth shut?”

“It's about Danny-” Jon was interrupted once more, his face falling as he saw Tim's eyes flash with anger and hate.

“Dont, you have no right to talk about my brother,” Tim growls as he leans close to Jon's face, “You don't know me and you don't know him-”

“Yes I did!” Jon says quickly, cutting Tim off, “I-i did know him.”

Tim blinks at Jon before anger fills up inside him again.

“Your freaky Eye God tell you that? Huh?” Tim hissed, his face red with anger.

Jon shakes his head, “No!” Jon quickly denies, “I swear the Eye didn't tell me.”

Tim shakes his head with a bitter laugh and leans back from Jon.

“You're a shit liar Jon.”

“I can prove it.”

That has Tim's interest peaked, looking back at Jon, he can see the desperation on the smaller man's face, the face of someone just wanting someone to believe them.

Tim clicks his tongue and waves his hand in a quick flick, “Alright then, show me your proof.”

Jon pulls out his phone, going into his photo library, he's swiping through the photos as fast as he can as he feels Tim's anger almost spilling out of the other man's skin, Jon stops and pulls up a picture to show Tim.

“See?” Jon says as he turns his phone around to Tim, the picture showing Jon and another man in front of what looks to be an abandoned building.

Jon's hair was longer in the picture, his clothes also nothing like he wore to work everyday but Tim's eyes weren't on Jon, they were on the man that looked like Tim, his dark hair messy, his brown eyes the same shade, his arm wrapped around Jon's waist and wearing the T-shirt that Jon was now wearing.

“Thats-” Tim starts but was cut off.

“Danny, yes.” Jon agrees, Jon swipes his thumb to another picture.

This time the picture showed Danny standing on a bed, he's mid talking staring at the person taking the picture, a grin on his face showing off the missing tooth that Tim accidentally knocked out when they were playing tag like children one day.

Another swipe showing Tim another picture, this time taken by someone else so it was Danny and Jon sitting on a couch, Jon was in Danny's lap, Jon's back against the armrest, Danny's arm around his waist again and a hand on his thigh, keeping him from falling in the odd position as he listened to someone talk.

The pictures had Tim in a state of shock, his little brother and his ex friend knew each other and from what it seems, they knew each other pretty well.

“How did you…” Tim's word's trailing off as he keeps looking at the picture, at Danny's calm and happy face.

“We met at an abandoned shop,” Jon says, “I was there sitting on the steps smoking in the dark when he stopped and asked me if I knew if the locks were unlocked.”

Jon chuckles at the memory, “I looked at him like he was an idiot before telling him I had no idea since I was just there for a smoke,” Jon continues, “He actually tried the door and it opened, he had me curious so I followed him, he explained he was into urban exploring and how the shop was on his radar for awhile. After that we exchanged numbers and if he wanted to explore he'd call me and I'd meet him, after a while the calls stopped being just about exploring and were now about lunch, movies, meeting friends and....” Jon's voice finally trails off.

Tim is silent as he listens to Jon talk about his brother, how they met and how they went from strangers to friends.

“...And?” Tim asked quietly, he knew what Jon was going to say but needed to hear it out loud.

“…And about dates…”

The silence between them was loud, Tim staring at the picture and Jon looking away.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Asked Tim as he looked from the phone, “We knew each other for years and you didn't say anything.”

“I didn't know how to start a conversation like that,” Jon admits his head still turned away from Tim, “I could tell you were still hurting and I didn't want to cause anymore pain so I just kept quiet.”

Tim shakes his head in disbelief, “You dated my brother.” Tim says softly in shock.

“Yes,” Jon says, turning his head back around to look at Tim, “He wanted us to meet after he…”

Tim knew, how could he not know, Danny talked about having dinner the week after his last exploration so Tim could meet someone he's been talking to, the light in his little brother's eyes was so bright, almost too bright if you asked him.

“You'll like him, Tim,” Danny said as he packed, “He's got some pretty dry humor that I'll know you'll like.”

Tim laughed, shaking his head, “You are so whipped.” Tim said through laughter as he watched Danny through his backpack on.

A buzz came from Danny's phone and the younger man was quick to look at it before giving a small whine.

“Aw, he said that he couldn't come with this time, seems like he's running a fever,” Danny said, as he typed on his phone before looking at Tim, “He did say he should be better by dinner this week.”

“Yikes, sudden fevers suck,” Tim says sympathetically, “Tell him I said I hope he feels better and I can't wait to meet him.”

Danny nods as he types, another buzz comes from his phone making him laugh.

“He said thanks and that he can't wait to meet you too, he also said that I need to be careful and to keep my mask on in case of mold,” Danny reads with a laugh, “He acts like such a mother hen sometimes.”

“But he is right,” Tim says, handing Danny his mask for exploring, “Mold is no joke, Danny.”

Danny rolls his eyes but grabs the mask anyway, “I'll be fine,” he said as he puts the mask into his pocket, “You two worry too much, I'll be back by twelve.”

And Danny left, that was the last time Tim saw his brother, the last time he talked to him and joked with him and it was probably the last time Jon talked to him.

“When did you find out that Danny…” Tim asked softly, more softly than the last few times he spoke to Jon.

Jon sighs, placing his phone down on his lap face up so he can see Danny's face as he looks down.

“When I saw him in the newspaper,” Jon said, his voice wobbly, “But I knew as soon as he stopped texting me random things he found that something was wrong but I was too sick to get up so I called and called and called, hoping he'd answer.”

Jon brings a hand up to wipe away the tears on his eyes.

Tim looks at the phone in Jon's lap and back at him, “Your hair was short when you started working in research.” Tim said, his tone not accusing or a question, just a statement of something he just noticed.

Jon nods, a shaky sigh spilling out of his lips before he finally looked back at Tim, “Danny really liked my hair long, he was the only reason I didn't cut it since he liked to brush my hair,” Jon said, his hand going up to his shoulder length hair and giving a strand a small tug, “When I saw that Danny was d-dead I wanted to keep my hair long since it was something he loves but when I got expected to work at the institute I… cut my hair.”

Jon's head turned back to look down at his phone, his left hand in his hair and his right hand wrapping around his middle, “I-I didn't want to but I knew that to work there I needed to look professional and I really needed to know what happened to me and what got Danny.” Jon choked out, his body trying to curl into itself as tears dripped onto his still lit phone.

Tim can practically feel the self hatred, sadness and just full on pain coming from the smaller man, his shoulders shaking with his quiet sobs and his hand still tugging on his hair.

“Did you know that the circus was there?” Tim asked, needing to know if Jon knew.

Jon shook his head, “No, no I didn't know.” His voice thick with tears.

“Then what made you thin-” Tim was cut off.

“I had a-a run in with a Leitner, so I-I knew something was out there but I didn't think anything would happen to him.” Jon says, sobbing the last part out.

Tim closes his eyes in pain, his brother wasn't hunted, wasn't ganged up but was just at the wrong place, his stupid younger brother died because he was stupid enough to go alone into an abandoned building with only his phone and a flashlight.

“Do…” Tim sighs, “Do you have any more pictures? Any videos?”

Tim's question has Jon looking back at him, his now toxic green eyes looking back into brown, he nods and picks his phone back up and starts showing Tim all the pictures and videos that led up to Danny asking him out.

The two talked all night about Danny and how he would react to knowing about the fear gods. There was laughter, there was anger, sobs and what almost felt like forgiveness. The next day they didn't talk, the two walked into the Unknowing with a weight off their shoulders.

The Unknowing was stopped but Jon still felt like he lost everything.

........

Hope you all liked the angst lol, past Danny x Jon is my favorite flavor lately!

Also I wrote this on my sleeping meds lmao

[impinged]

You nod along. It's nice to do that and, like, not zone out during it. Everything Isa says is new, you're inclined to listen. Of course you'd listen. You can't help but chuckle at his entry, you yourself don't always use the front door like this.

You're... not really sure how you end up here sometimes. It must be like how you always ended up in the clearing outside of Dormont after...

Well, anyways.

"Upstairs." You move past him, a tilt of your head to gesture to the staircase up. "The third floor." You're well aware of the irony that where you stay has four floors. You try not to think about it much. It does bother you though. Especially since you find yourself on the third floor. Just before the King, if this were the House. It's not. Thank the stars it's not.

There is... some hesitation when you get to the door. Your door. You know it is too late to turn back, but you find yourself self-conscious, for one reason or another. You swallow it down. Whether or not you want to do this now, you have to.

You open the door. Your door.

It is... eerily clean in here. Not that you aren't tidy, but a sort of clean that begets the question if anyone even lives here at all. No extra furniture, just the standard amenities. A bed so neatly made it looks as though you haven't even slept in it (and if that question is asked, you'll do your best to dodge it.) There are no decorations, nothing on the wall, not even a rug on the floor. The closet is empty, and the wardrobe only holds one extra set of clothes, if Isa was nosy enough to look. You've left it just as you found it when they told you this was where you'd stay.

As you said before, it's just a room.

"Ta-daaa...!" Your arms spread wide, palms angle upwards as if gearing up to bow after a great magic trick reveal.

No such reveal happens, this is simply what it is.

You slowly twirl your way to center stage of the room, ignoring the weight on your hip alongside the way your body practically flinches from the last time you stood here. You take it in stride, your arms tensing as you stretch them further with a forced smile so the feeling can hopefully just roll off your shoulders.

When you are confident enough in your composure, your arms fall back down to your side. You know there isn't much to look at here. You have nothing to hide, either. Okay, that's not true, you have a lot of things to hide. Just not things he can find, if he does root around in here. You don't expect him to, but you do keep your eye on him in an expectant manner. Hyper-aware that he is taking all this in and watching in real time if his opinion of you changes at all. You wouldn't blame him if it did.

There is evidence that this is your room. It's small, subtle. You have woodcarving tools atop the wardrobe, a chart rolled up and propped beside it, and... Oh, wait... You left some of the practice pieces from your gift to Bonnie on the nightstand. You move to pick them up. They're still a decent size, you could whittle them down to smaller figurines of whatever comes to mind if you really want to. But now isn't the time for that.

"So..." Oh, stars, you sounded a bit too nervous there. "Here we are." You don't even want to ask him what his thoughts are. You already know. There's barely anything in here to spare thoughts on in the first place.

You sit down on the edge of the bed. Your bed. It's your bed. Why's it so hard to think of it like that? You awkwardly fidget with the partially-carved block in your hands to distract yourself from the gravity of any impending questions.

his? right-hand man?? heh... HAHA. oh crab is he blushing? he's totally blushing. maybe if he keeps laughing (which is very easy to do) they won't notice the blushing!!

"siiif!! you can't just say that," he whines once composure's mostly regained, "but...! it's a title i'll wear with pride!!" fist to his chest; an oath to always steer him 'right'!

he's giddy before he has any real right to be, it's true. swept in the all-too-familiar fuzz, the laughter-induced soreness in his dimples-- the norm. he needed that norm after everything they've been through, for sif's wellbeing, if nothing else. they're in a better state -- safe and sound, joking around -- and that's what matters most to isabeau. still not at their best, but it's a start.

"ooh, do i, now? alright, then. you and bonbon are gonna be first in line once i'm done sprucing things up!"

big shock: he doesn't notice the move to hold his hand. too busy not thinking about how easy it'd be to do it himself. he knows that, if he humors it for too long -- after that rush minutes prior-- he's done for. so, nope, no wild fantasies allowed!

...he really shouldn't be having any, anyway. the reignited guilt on his conscience stings a bit (a bit!), but it's nothing some light-hearted banter can't fix.

♥~♥~♥~♥

and banter, they do! even if it's mostly on isabeau's end. nothing deep or noteworthy (purposefully so) aside from his impression of the city; easy to drop upon arrival.

once given the go-ahead, he peers through the doorway, dangly earrings clinking with the motion, "knock knock~!! anybody home? we're coming iiiin!" just a bit of cheek before he commits to intruding (chances are that's the first time sif's ever had his presence known, being the sneaky-cool 'slip in when no one's looking' type).

from there, he takes another gander, aaand...! it sure is. a townhouse. kitchen, dining room, bathroom-- the essentials. nothing that screams 'SIFFRIN!!' quite yet.

"mhm. mhm. i see... simple. tasteful. 'contemporary chic', as they say in the biz..." he assesses with exaggerated pomp and appraisal. "anyhoo! where's your room? we can head straight there, if you want!"

ah.

"ON-- ON THIS VERY CASUAL HOUSE TOUR. THAT WE'RE HAVING." HELLO? sif has the friendly context, but his roommates might draw the wrong conclusion?? urghhh, odile's non-stop romance allegations made him paranoid.

[lov3notts]

"you what?"

ᥫ᭡Theodore Nott x F!Readerᥫ᭡

summary: accidentally drinking a lust potion, you asked your best friend Theo for help.

warning: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, size kink maybe? cream pie.

word count: 2.4k

18+only; minors don’t interact

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“You what?” Theo’s eyes widened, you wanted him to do what? He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or not but if it was he didn’t want to wake up

Earlier that day , you had accidentally drank a lust potion. 

How, you might ask?

Well the boys (Enzo/ Mattheo) thought it would be funny to prank Draco by giving him a lust potion as payback for pranking them earlier that week

At lunch the 2 boys were there first, taking their usual spots they slip the potion to a bottle of Draco's favorite drink and placing it on the spot were Draco usually sits

One by one the group gets to the table ,leaving you and Draco left. 

Soon both of you walk in, but you seem to be in a rush

“Sorry guys I can’t stay and chat, I have to get back to studying, i’m just here to get some food to eat while studying” grabbing random things and the only drink you see left, you quickly stuff it in your purse

“Wait y/n!” Enzo saying frantically, giving Matt a worried look

You look up at Enzo as you start to zip up your bag. “Yeah?” 

“We were actually saving that for Draco, um- were having practice later and that’s his favorite”

“Omg I’m so sorry! Here-“ as your opening you bag Draco comes behind you , going to sit down 

“I actually got my own drink, y/n can have it” Dracos says while pulling out his drink from his bag,

Enzo’s and Mattheos’s eye widen.

“I- um, but we got it for you” Matt says with a bit of a shaky voice 

“Its fine, I don’t need it” as he waves his drink showing the 2 boys

“But-“ 

“Omg thank you Draco, I really have to go now guys see you later” you say as you're walking away before the boys have a chance to take away the drink.

Both Enzo and Matt try to call you back but you’re already gone, both freaking out inside. praying you don't find out what they did.

While studying in your dorm you couldn’t focus for more than 10 seconds. Thinking you might just be tired from all the studying you took a break. Getting up from your desk you head towards your bed. Laying in your bed you start to space out

At first it was all innocent thoughts, school, weekend plans but then they started to shift The only thing you could think of was pleasure. Thinking of a certain boy made your cunt throb, making your body hot

Your hand slowly creeps down to your shorts. Slowly playing with yourself imagining it was Theo’s fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

“Oh god Theo” you moaned 

but no matter how good it felt you couldn’t reach your climax. You were so needy and nothing was working. The rising heat from your body only made things more uncomfortable.

“God what is wrong with me, and why is it so hot” getting up from your bed you walk towards your desk, trying to find your drink, in hopes of it cooling you down . You picked up the bottle and before you can finish the drink you saw something written on the bottom of the bottle

“Payback- Enzo and Mattheo”

Your eyes widened with confusion. 

What?

Then you remembered how the drink was meant for Draco. 

everything started to make sense

This is why you were like this

You couldn’t even be mad at them, Your mind was clouded with the urge to get any satisfaction you could. all you wanted was any sort of pleasure but nothing was good enough. it started to get painful and a sudden thought popped in your head. Theo

he’d help right? He was really the only one you can go to. 

Your heart was racing at just the thought of Theo agreeing to help you out, being best friends all these years you had developed a crush on him, of course you never acted on it because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship 

Pacing back and forth your room, you finally decide to ask him for help. Nervously picking up your phone, you open Theo’s contact.

“Theo?”

“Hey Bella, what’s up?”

The nickname itself making you get butterflies.

 “Um- I need a favor, can you come over?”

“Of course, i'll be over in a few”

“Okay see you” hanging up the phone, your thoughts begin to consume you

What if he says no?

What if he laughs at your face and runs off

What if…

What if he says yes… 

Before you can continue, there was a knock on your door. That must be him. Slowly walking to your door, palms sweaty, you turn your door knob

“Hey, what did you need help with?” Theo goes in to give you a hug

Hugging him back, your nose is infused with his cologne  

God why does he always smell so good

He lets go and looks at you closely, he moves a strain of hair behind your ear to have a better look at you. His eyebrows frown, noticing your face is flustered and incredibly warm.

“Are you okay? Your face is warm” resting his hand on your cheek

“Yeah, um actually funny story-“ Quickly leading him to sit on the edge of your bed, holding his hands as you begin to explain

“Please just hear me out. I know it's odd ,but I have no one to go to,- just please-“ falling to your knees, begging.

“Hey hey, breathe. You know I'm here if you need anything. Now tell me, what’s up?” Theo's eyes looking at you with worry.

“Please I- I need you to fuck me” you blur out

That was the last thing Theo thought would come out of your mouth. 

You wanted him to what???

He was speechless, absolutely at a loss of words. jaw wide open

“Please, I'm sorry for asking you for this, I know it’s a lot and we’re best friends. But please I can’t take it anymore. I accidentally drank something that wasn’t meant to me and it had this effect on me. I’ve tried everything but nothing is working. I need your help please” your face heating up from embarrassment . I mean you only ever had the biggest crush on your best friend for years, but what you didn’t know was that so did Theo.

Theo had dreamt of the day he got to be with you.

How’d he spend hours pleasuring himself of the thought of you under him, on top of him and how good you’d take him in your mouth. God, was he hard the second you asked him to help you out.

How could he say no? 

Without another thought he picked you up from the floor. Sitting down back on your bed while you straddled his lap.

Looking into your eyes, moving a piece of your hair behind your ear, resting his hand on your cheek, he leaded in.  

Your soft lips on his, both whimpering into the intense kiss. Licking your bottom lip asking for access. You gladly gave it to him. 

Slowly rocking your hips on his clothed boner, trying to find any friction to satisfy you.

Slowly laying you down your bed, taking off your clothes until you were left in nothing but your matching black lace set. 

“Don’t worry Bella, i’ll take good care of you” Theo whispers as he starts to leave a trail of kisses down your body

“Theo please~” you pleaded, needing to feel something, anything.

“poor thing, you’ve must of been so uncomfortable for such a long time, don’t worry i’m here now”

He stopped to look at your lying body, face all flustered, messy hair. 

“God you’re so beautiful” he wasn’t lying, he’d always thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Always jealous of your ex boyfriends because they got to be with you. But now it was his turn and he was going to give you the best you’d ever gotten, he was going to ruin every other guy you’ve been with. 

Slowly pulling your panties off, dick throbbing at the sight of your wet glistening pussy. Trying to ignore his throbbing cock and focus on you, he gives you a sweet smile. 

“You're soaking wet, so ready for me” leaving little kisses around your pussy, teasing. finally burying his face between your legs, painfully slow licks as he takes it in, savoring every moment. 

As soon as you felt his tongue, you became a whimpering mess.  

“Theo~ oh my god yes” moving your hand to his hair, giving it a little tug. 

Theo couldn’t hold it in anymore, he started to devour you. eating you out as if he’d never get this opportunity ever again

“You taste so fucken good” he groaned against your dripping core. The vibrations sending you waves of pleasure 

“More please, Theo! oh my god~” it felt so good, his tongue making you feel things you’ve never felt before with anyone else

“So polite, even when your so needy” Theo smirked as he sees how much of a mess you were for him

He starts so pump one of his fingering into you while eating you out. Soon enough you felt the feeling you were craving for

“M-so close, fuck Theo i’m so close”

He stops what he’s doing, getting up grasping on his zipper and undoing the button. Tugging his jeans and boxers off. 

“Theo? Why’d you stop? I was so close” you looked at him with teary eyes. you were so close, god why did he stop

“Sorry princess, I wanna be in you, want you cum on my cock” godddd was he hot

His cock strung out his pants hitting his stomach , you were lost for words. In no world was Theodore Nott small, he was big- huge even. you’ve never taken anything close to his size.

Theo noticed your starring

“Like what you see?” A smile tugged the corner of his lips

“Don’t worry you can take it, I know you can”

You nodded at his works 

He lined himself up to your pussy, tracing himself up and down, teasing you.

“You have no idea how long i've been wanting to do this for” 

“Fuck ,Theo please, please fuck me” you whined 

“Anything for you, love”

he slowly pushed himself into you. You both let out a loud moan. 

“fuck, your so tight” Theo was out of breath.

You felt so good around him that he never wanted this moment to end.

“fuck Theo your big” you said panting 

“You think you can take more?”

More???

“There’s more??” Looking at Theo with a disbelief face

He chuckled “i’m only have way”

“Don’t worry you can handle it, can’t you baby?”

“Mhm- yes yes, I can take it”

Pushing the reset of himself into you. bottoming you out. heavily breathing, getting comfortable with the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“good girl ,You’re doing so well for me, are you ready?”

“Yes! fuck-please move, please” you begged

Brining your legs above his shoulders and laying them there. Gripping your ankles to keep you steady as he started to thrust into you. Both a moaning mess

“Fuck fuck fuckkk, Theo-” your eyes roll back, arching your back.

“You feel so good Bella, oh god-“ panting 

“Your squeezing me tight- fuck”

One of his hands moving to your waist. fucking you harder now, unable to stop. His cock was so fucking good, hitting your g-spot every time.

“Fuck Theo just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop please!” Your hands holding onto your bed sheets as he rocks his hips.

“You like that huh? You like it when your best friend is pounding into you, god you look so beautiful, taking all of me like a good girl” he groans while leaving kisses on your ankle.

Your walls clenching at his words

He groaned again as he felt your cunt throb at his praise. 

“Oh you like being called a good girl don’t you?” letting go of your ankle to grip your jaw to make you look at him.

“Who's a good girl are you?” Theo says as he speeds up his thrusts

Looking at him with half lidded eyes “Yours, all yours!!~“ you moan

“That’s right all mine, no one can ever make you feel this good, isn’t that right love?”

 “Mhm only you, ah~ i'm so close”

“Cum for me baby, come all over my cock”

You were absolute bliss, god you’ve never seen fucked this good, yeah you’ve had other hookups but nothing can compared to this, to Theo

You moaned loudly, shutting your eyes as you reached your orgasm “im- im cumming!!” Your body shaking from the overwhelming feeling

The way your walls clenched from cumming made Theo on the verge of spilling. He continues to thrust into you through your first orgasm. He didn’t expect you make such a mess all over his dick, your cum spilling out of you as he thrusts into you

You felt Theo twitch inside of you, knowing he’s close you moved his hand from your waist to your breasts.

“Mmm so soft…” Theo whispered. leaning down, putting his tongue on your nipple, swirling it around. “Mmm Theo that feels good” throwing your head back from a little act. Theo was soon approaching his climax.  

“Fuckk- can I cum inside of you? please oh god I can’t hold it anymore, please? Fuck-” Theo begged as he tried to hold it in, waiting for you response 

“Yes!! fuck Theo cum inside me” you practically screamed as you felt you stomach tighten.

He let out a loud moan as he spilled his cum inside of you. You screamed as you felt his warm cum spilling in you, triggering your second orgasm.

Theo’s thrusts became sloppy, riding out both your highs. He pulled out and laid beside you. Dizzy and breathless, taking a moment to catch your breath.  Finally when you both got steady, you look up at Theo

“Thank you Theo, really”

“No need to thank me Bella, you can come to me for anything anytime” smiling at you.

crawling onto his lap you whispered into his ear “stay the night? I don’t think the drink has worn off just yet~”

This was going to be a long night for Theo.

ᥫ᭡reblog's & comment's are appreciatedᥫ᭡

a/n: Thank you for reading my first ever fic!! a special mention to @leona-hawthorne for being an angel and giving me feedback on my first rough draft. It helped a lot:)!! another honorable mention to @nottsangel!! Im that anon who mentioned writing their first story, hope you like it^-^ thank you both, your blogs have inspired me to start writing. xoxo

©lov3notts ,do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own.

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley who is obsessed with watching your pussy taking what she's given. CW : fingering, toys, mirrors, overstimulation, mentions of filming, Simon being gross.

Simon who loves to watch you finger yourself.

He loves to watch how your fingers were too small to give yourself the same amount of pleasure his could, how they barely seemed to stretch your cunt. And when he finally got his fingers inside you, he loved it even more.

He loved how your tight little hole tried to adjust to his stupidly thick fingers. How with every slide of his fingers your pussy just got louder and louder. He especially loved spitting on your hole and watching his spit slip inside you, then dribble out.

Then, Simon started sitting you in front of the floor length mirror in your bedroom. Between his thick thighs, with your back against his chest.

His cock throbbed in his jeans as he watched your reaction in the mirror to your cunt taking his fingers. How you squirm and whine trying to get away from the overstimulation. But his left hand had a death grip on your hip, keeping you in place.

"C'mon princess, y'can take it" is whispered in your ear as you orgasm again.

your pretty hole just takes your fingers so well princess! Your folds are so puffy and welcoming to Simon's fingers. Practically begging for them! How is he supposed to say no when your hole is begging him so sweetly?

And when Simon comes home early from a mission, only to find you on your bed wearing his sweater and moving a dildo in and out of your cunt? He goes feral.

Suddenly, your brute of a boyfriend is kneeling in front of you and pushing your legs as far apart as they'll go, so he can watch your cunt swallow the toy he was now fucking you with.

"Why weren't you recording this f'me, baby? Y'know I love t'see how your pussy takes what she's given" Simon growled.

And with all of this information, you really can't be that surprised when you come home from work to see Simon building a fucking machine in your living room. A proud smile on his face when he saw your shocked expression.

(and yes, there is a tripod with a high quality camera behind the machine so he can make sure he doesn't miss a thing)

(peep the accidental badjhur reference).

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Man I haven't had a bed frame in like 7 years

I feel so up high

BED FRAME ASSEMBLED

[chiscaralight]

cw: shy!choso x reader, prone boning, college au. sukuna and gojo ver linked at the bottom!

college athlete!choso who’s an absolute beast on the field. everyone loves to watch him play, it’s almost like a movie every time he’s out for the game! he’s always ready to charge headfirst when it comes to his sport, and he won’t let anyone take it away from him.

college athlete!choso who doesn’t talk to anyone outside his teammates and a select few. it’s fair anyway, a lot of people only want to speak to him bc he’s deemed important, not like they want to know him.

college athlete!choso who’s also known for his aloof personality. but when you’re partnered up for an essay, you soon realize everyone is painfully wrong.

college athlete!choso who’s the most shy thing ever! it almost breaks your heart how he starts to stutter and avoid your eyes while you work out the details, just humming in agreement and you swear he almost passes out when you ask for his number.

college athlete!choso who’s practically about to fall off the edge of your bed, trying to sit as far away from you as possible. it’s like trying to coax a hostile cat to eat food you brought it, but with the way you’re looking at him, choso is sure he wouldn’t mind you putting him in your mouth just a bit.

college athlete!choso who finally warms up to you after a couple of evenings together. there’s still significant distance between the two of you, both physically and emotionally, but he’s more open now. he can actually hold a conversation with you now, and he thinks you’re the coolest! he can’t get you off his mind at all, whether he’s walking to the field hoping to spot you on his path, or secretly searching for you in this shared class.

college athlete!choso who jerks himself off to the thought of you after practice, making sure the locker room is empty as he moans out your name, wishing it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.

college athlete!choso who forgets he’s supposed to meet up with you, cussing himself out when he sees your texts and missed calls. you’re super understanding though, and you tell him to take his time or you can reschedule if it’s better. but he assures you he can be there in less than ten minutes.

college athlete!choso who’s at your door in three minutes, panting and soaked. you can’t tell whether it’s from the shower water or if it’s sweat, but your eyes are more focused on the outline of his exposed arms and damp shirt clinging to his frame. he’s babbling, saying sorry for wasting your time, he ran because he couldn’t find his keys! but his apologies are hitting deaf ears, your mind is definitely on something else. and he notices.

college athlete!choso who’s eyes widen when you pout, shyly asking him to kiss you. this is something you’ve been trying to avoid since the first day he sat in your room, but it’s so hard to hold yourself back when he looks like this!

college athlete!choso who presses his back to the door, holding you in his arms while your tongues tangle. he’s moaning around your tongue, shamelessly feeling you up while you grind your front against his hardening bulge. he’s almost embarrassingly loud, but each sound he makes sends vibrations straight between your legs.

and you’d have to say the same for yourself, fingers dragging down his arms, around his neck, across his chest. but the real kicker is when you softly place your hand against his abs. he’s unconsciously flexing beneath your touch and it draws you in like magic. maybe he’d have good core strength? you’re the one who’s going to put college athlete!choso to the test.

college athlete!choso who passes your test in flying colors, prone boning you with an ease that has you seeing stars. you’re face first in the sheets, cries muffled by the pillow your head rests on while he slams into you like he hates you, much different from the way he asks if you’re okay after a couple of thrusts. you can’t even get your head up! and he’s getting worried but you guide his hand towards your neck, struggling to place your head in the crook of his elbow before telling him to squeeze.

college athlete!choso who gets off on the way your eyes roll back and your voice gets whinier. his hips falter just a bit when you call out his name in that voice, and if not for how good you felt, you would’ve teased him for the way his cock just twitched.

college athlete!choso who can’t face you in class the next day. you’re a little sad when you don’t see him, so you decide to check the field later in the day.

college athlete!choso who freezes up when he sees you waving from the stands. his teammates don’t miss his change in demeanor, and they start to laugh and nudge him in the side, teasing him about the cutie cheering him on from the bleachers.

college athlete!choso who comes up to you during their break, face still blazing hot from the exercise and the memories of you from last night. he says he would have hugged you but he’s insanely sweaty right now. not like you would’ve minded, that sweaty body was all up on yours last night like it was nothing!

college athlete!choso who gives you a nice long kiss before he leaves. trying to drown out the sounds of his team hollering at the two of you from a distance. you break the kiss with a laugh and tell him he can come over later if he wants.

college athlete!choso who forgets his keys and runs all the way to your place for the fourth time this week. he doesn’t mind though, he just thinks of it as prep for the calories he’s about to burn with you in a couple of minutes.

sukuna ver here!

gojo ver here!

geto ver here!

choso pt2 here!

[velvrei]

can you please do like enemies to lovers that ends in smut with logan???? the face riding one you posted was SO GOOD. 

a/n at the end

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pairing: logan howlett x reader

summary: you and logan HATE each other. you are stuck in the void for a few days, and when you get out, it’s too late to go anywhere so you stay at wade’s place with logan. in the spare bedroom. with one bed.

word count: 8k

warnings: smut, rough sex, enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, degradation, switch!logan, mentions of blood and death, dance fighting, wade & his sexual comments

a/n: beware this is not proofread i’m too lazy

nsfw below the cut!

you disliked logan from the moment you met him. the two of you met through wade, your best friend and partner.

meanwhile, wade had a new best friend and partner in logan howlett. normally, jealousy would arise in such a circumstance, but it only created mini-competitions between the two of you.

the three of you were in the void. you were sitting in a chair, painting your toe-nails as you watched logan and wade fight to get their anger out.

you giggled as logan stabbed wade repeatedly with his claws, just sitting back and watching the show.

as you added your clear coat, it went almost completely silent and you looked up to see logan laying on wade, both of them with multiple wounds and covered in blood.

“you guys done yet?”

both boys groaned, making you grin as you fanned your newly painted toes and returned the nail polish to your bag.

a few minutes later, both guys were awake and walking towards you. you three needed a somewhere to stay, and you knew exactly where.

"i know where we can stay. this isn't my first time in the void, and there's a house where some hero's hide from cassandra. we can go there." wade listens to your words while logan just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"and why are we listening to you?" logan's sassy remark made you roll your eyes.

"because i've been in the void before you dumb fuck. don't question me."

"what did you just call me?" logan growled, stepping toward you as you remained unbothered in your lawn chair.

"you heard me." your tone was sharp and sassy.

wade rolled his eyes before stepping in front of logan, stopping from getting any closer to you.

"guys. knock it off. we're gonna follow her, because she's been here before. got it, dog boy?" wade's nickname made you snicker, another nickname added to your dictionary.

“yeah dog boy.” you add on, earning a glare from wade.

“shut the fuck up, woman.” logan spat, his tone was bitter, and his eyes searched you up and down.

“you wish i would.” you spat right back, scoffing as you looking at your nails on your hand, acting completely unbothered by logan’s insults.

wade grabbed you out of the chair, and grabbed logan’s arm, practically dragging you both before shoving you forward.

before the three of you could even take another step, you saw a hidden figure standing on higher ground. he wore a hood over his head, and as he spoke, and revealed himself, it was johnny storm.

“there’s no time. they’re already almost here.” he points to the distance, physically pointing out the fact that cassandra’s army were already on their way to get you.

you swore under your breath as johnny jumped down, joining the three of you, it was now four against like, 100, and you knew you had no other way out of this but to face cassandra head on.

they all approached you fast, and quickly surrounded you. a man, with long hair and brown teeth, began to speak.

“ooo, she’s gonna love what i have for her.”

wade scoffed. “who is she, exactly?”

you smacked his shoulder earning a pathetic wince, causing logan to roll his eyes by the two of you.

the man ignored wade’s question, and before they even had a chance to fight, each of you were sucked by a magnet, and knocked unconscious.

when you woke up, you tried to move your body but it was restrained, looking up and seeing that you were tightly tied against logan. great.

you were in a moving ball, practically like a wired hamster house. your body was tightly maneuvered against his, breasts pressing against his chest, sighing in defeat as logan watched you struggle. “there’s no getting out of this.” his dark, husky voice made you look up, hating the fact that you couldn’t look anywhere but his eyes.

“i know where we’re going. i’ve been here before.”

johnny raised an eyebrow at that as he was tied up next to you, against wade. “you have? no one has ever escaped cassandra alive?”

you sighed. “well i have.”

logan rolled his eyes, hating that the attention was on you. “well aren’t you just the greatest. you escaped a bald bitch, boo fucking who.”

logan’s comment caused your knee to come up in between his legs and hit him in the dick, watching his face contort into pain, making you giggle.

after what felt like the longest ride ever, you arrived to cassandra’s lair, watching as she stepped out and observed the small group.

she untied everyone eventually, examining each person. when she walked up to you, she put her hands behind her back, giving you a smile.

“miss princess. lovely seeing you here again. you’ve escaped me once and it will take a lot for that to happen again.” her words made you swallow, a little frightened but not letting it show, so you held your ground against her.

“you don’t have to worry cass, it’ll happen again. i’m sure of it.” her eyes brighten at the nickname, giggling as she walked over to johnny storm.

it didn’t take long for her to release you as alioth slowly lowers from the sky, hungry for his next meal.

you quickly run over to a weird jet pack thing, watching as both boys follow you, johnny staying behind.

the three of you flew away on the magical item, you shouted quickly, “take us west! that’s where the house is!” she shouts to wade who is somehow controlling the thing from the bottom.

when you arrived at the house, you saw the others, as in the former x-men, which were all very familiar with you.

they greeted you, and you introduced them to the boys.

“this my friend wade! and this… is logan.” you say your excitement wandering off as you say logan’s name, wanting to purposely annoy him.

logan rolled his eyes and introduced himself to everybody sense you didn’t do it for him. the others noticed the frustrating tension between you and logan, most saw it as hatred, but gambit saw right through the both of you.

as everyone started to mingle, gambit approached you and introduced himself, his speed of speaking somehow easy for your brain to comprehend.

“you know, you and that logan guy would be one hot couple.” you almost choked on your spit, turning to him with your eyes wide.

“me… and logan…? like as in dog boy logan? like as in i fight people with claws like a furry, logan?” your comment made gambit chuckle, he nodded his head.

“yes, furry logan. it always startz as enemies, i tink you and him would really get along if you actully chose to.”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m gonna have to disagree with you on that one, mr gambit. i hate that man with a passion.”

he just shrugged his shoulders, looking around the room before looking over at you. “whatever you say, miss y/n. i may just see somefin you don’t.”

about an hour later, the group was all gathered around the table, trying to figure out a plan to capture and kill cassandra.

“okay. cassandra has her big army of dick-riders, so we have to find someway to distract/kill them without the others getting suspicious.” wade says, obviously opening the conversation for ideas.

“maybe we just go head first and attack them all?” electra suggests, which is a good idea, but someone would end up getting killed.

wade looks like he has a light bulb moment, and he turns to you. “remember that one time when we fought off those guys behind the bar in new york, and you did your little dance fighting thing, slowly killing them without the others knowing because you seduced them first,” wade said, sparking memory in your head. everyone else looked confused, while logan looked completely against the idea already.

“yes, how could i forget? that night started my tradition of dance fighting.”

wade smirks, “what if we use that in this? you seduce and fight the guards while we sneak in. i went by earlier and saw the army only comes out when it’s a group, so if it’s just you, seducing the guards, they won’t question a thing.”

wade’s idea makes your face lighten up, loving the idea of being the center of attention. “and how do we know this will work?” logan’s voice is obviously unamused.

“it’s never failed.” you spoke, shooting him a smirk before turning back to wade.

“yeah. let’s do it. i’ll walk up, distract the guard while you guys go through the back and sneak in, just give me a signal when you finally kill that bald bitch, because sway my hips for so long.”

your comment causes the other to laugh, except for logan, as usual. he just huffs, already not liking the idea.

you’re outside the house, everyone getting into the car, no seats for you and logan. “can you guys just sit in the trunk?”

you shoot him a look, knowing it won’t end well.

“out of all two people to out in the trunk, you should be smart enough to know him and i are the worst ones possible.”

logan scowled in agreement, if scowling in agreement was even possible.

wade just shrugged, telling you guys to suck it up and just get in the back, because we were only driving a few minutes.

you rolled your eyes, opening the back and getting in.

logan watched you with narrowed eyes, rolling his eyes before plopping in the trunk. he closed it behind him, and once it was closed, he scooted as far away as possible from you.

you scoffed and roll your eyes, “i don’t bite, ya know.” your words made him chuckle.

“you seem like you would with all those snarky comments you make.” his words make your mouth fall open, slightly offended.

“are you calling me a fucking ankle-biter?”

“yes.”

logan’s quick yes added to your loss for words, unable to form a sentence as you just sat there with your mouth open.

logan chuckled, but realized he was chuckling and stopped himself, quickly looking out the back window, trying to hide the fact he almost got comfortable around you.

when you guys finally arrived, wade got out and hit the button on the trunk.

logan got out abnormally fast, making wade laugh. you got out, grabbing your suit.

when you got you, wade closed the back and got back in the car, driving away and leaving you there.

you ran to the nearest room, changed into your suit, then stared walking toward cassandra's lair.

wade was parking on the side, his car hidden as he watched you slowly walk up to the group, boombox in hand.

wade pressed play on his phone, the song 'murder on the dancefloor' starting to blast on the boombox, drawing attention to you as you slowly walked up to the guards.

you set the boombox down onto the ground, walking up to the first guard, smiling at him as you placed both your hands on his shoulders, swaying your hips.

you slowly swayed down his body, hands roaming all over him. he was clearly into it, and that's what made it even better for you.

you slowly brought him to the side, pretending to kiss him, knocking him unconscious.

you slowly knocked down each guard with your moves and hands, seducing them then knocking them out.

you left them all in a pile, on top of each other, on the side of cassandra's lair.

when you were done, you walked over to the car, knocking on the window, as wade rolls it down.

"haven't seen you in your suit doing your thing for a few years! that was perfect!" wade exclaimed, getting out of the car.

you smiled, noticing how quite logan was from the trunk.

"you have about 30 minutes to get your asses in there before all the guards wake up." is all you say, earning a nod from wade and the rest of the group.

"yes ma'am." wade says, only half joking.

you nod as everyone gets out of the car, you push the button in the back so logan is able to do that.

logan huffs as he finally gets out. "i didn't need your help."

you could tell something was up. something different.

you roll your eyes, “oh, my bad mr. tough guy.” logan let out a scowl, and you watch his body shivered. you were unsure whether it was from anger or something else.

“you just love to push my buttons, don’t you.” his raspy, low voice caused you to turn your head, noticing the fact that he was actually pissed off by you. it made you want to annoy him more. you’d been grating on his nerves for this whole mission, and it barely even started.

“yes. that’s my job, dog boy, keep you on your toes.”

as much as you may despise logan, you have to grant it to him, he knows what he's doing, and he's admirable with it. this time, his voice is tired, not annoyed.

which makes you hold back a giggle. you’re tiring him. that’s something you find cute. “whatever woman, just shut up.”

and you do. you figure you can always annoy him more later, but right now there’s grater matters to deal with.

you hop back into the car, going into the front and making yourself comfortable as the others go to fight. your part was done and now you were more than happy to take the time you could to relax.

later that day, the mission was over with, and it didn't go as planned.

"i did all that ass shaking for nothing?" your words cause the group to have a collective laugh, except for logan, per usual.

"you'll live." his comment sends a shot through your heart, which you show, pretending to faint and holding your heart with your right hand.

"no.. i won't," you say, in stuttered breaths. wade just rolled his eyes at how dramatic you were, but the others seemed to love your jokes.

"will you quit that, you dramatic dingo?" wade's words snd nickname cause you to stop, bursting out into laughter with the rest of the team. except again for the usual exception, logan.

after everyone calms down it's settled that you, wade and logan were going to go through the portal, while the others stayed behind and you got them out later.

you arrived once again at cassandra's lair. yesterday you had captured her and she offered to let you guys to the real world, however, with a price. that woman never gave out things for free. there was some kind of catch and you knew that, but chose to ignore it for the time being, more ready to go back home to your regular universe.

it was just before dark, and as you walked into the lair, cassandra was sat in her chair, she turned to face you as you walked up the ramp. "hello boys, and y/n. welcome back. are you finally set for our trade?"

the three of you nodded, wade stepped forward. "yes we're ready miss death giver. please send us home." his words were so unserious, yet spoken in a serious tone and it almost made it seem serious. even logan almost chuckled.

cassandra opened the portal, watching carefully as the three of you walked through. you made it through, feeling as if you were falling to your death.

as you were falling from the sky, you turned to see logan, next to you, also falling, questionably close to you. he still managed to have his signature grumpiness as he was practically falling to his death, and he rolled his eyes and held a hand out to you, which caused your eyebrow to raise.

was he being... thoughtful toward you? that's a fucking first.

you accepted his hand, the two of you falling together onto a tree, groaning as the pain was still present. you heard some kind of click in the sky and slowly watched wade fall, landing on a poison ivy garden. you chuckled, then turned to logan, seeing his eyes still shut, his breath huffing and puffing. you then looked down, noticing that your hands were still holding each other.

you started to panic and let go, watching his eyes open slowly and his breathing start to slow down. "what, didn't want to hold my hand?" his snarky comment caused you to roll your eyes.

"no. you'll live." you say, using his comment from earlier.

he bares his teeth as a way of holding back another mean comment, watching as you slowly got up, starting to make your way over to wade, leaving his limp body there, by himself.

finally, the three of you make it back to wade's home. it was practically midnight and all the three of you were extremely drained after the day you had.

"you guys can stay here for the night with me, i have a spare bedroom and a couch." wade's words made you perk up, but logan beat you to it before you could say anything.

"you can take the couch. you're small enough to fit on it." you clench your jaw at logan's comment, sighing as wade shakes his head.

“not in my house, logan. as much as i love you mr. mutt, miss twerkalator over here gets the bed. unless you two want to share it."

logan looks at you, eyeing you up and down before shaking his head. "i'll take the couch."

you two walk into the room, and logan's eyes widen at the king sized bed.

he turns to you, his face obviously fighting back a decision. "we can share it. if that's okay with you. i propose a pillow wall."

you shook your head and giggled. "fine logan. only if there's a pillow wall. i want the right side though."

with a roll of his eyes, he sets his stuff down on the left side, you go out to say goodnight to wade, who must've changed into sweatpants and a hoodie cause he's no longer in his suit.

when you walk out, he's is wiggling his eyebrows at you. "you two have fun sharing that bed, okay? if you decide to fuck, let me know so i can come watch."

his words make you physically cringe, watching as his face is purely serious. this man was not joking. you roll your eyes, "there will be no fucking on your spare bed, wade. especially not with him." your cold words make wade shake his head.

"whatever you say, princess. if i hear moaning i'll assume it's the neighbors."

his final comment makes you flip him off as you walk back into the room, he blows you a kiss before you shut the door behind you.

logan is in the bathroom, then he walks out. "there's a shower in here. just letting you know. i'm gonna take one first, you can go after me if you need to." his tone seems calmer, but you assumed it was only because of his tiredness.

you nodded, just accepting the fact he was showering first and sitting yourself on the floor, grabbing your phone.

you didn't want to get the bed dirty, especially with your suit. so you just picked out your clothes, and waited for logan to be finished with his shower.

another quite twenty minutes and the bathroom door swung open.

he walks out, a plain white towel hanging low around his hips, his chest hair carrying small water droplets, a few dropping to the floor as he walked. his body is sculpted and wonderfully chiseled. his chest was defined, along with his abs, his veins evident, and his abs defined. there was a little trail of hair along his v-line, leading to below the towel. his beard had a few drops of water still left in it, assuming it was damp.

you swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that his body was perfect, setting your clothes onto the bed and rushing yourself into the shower.

you tried to push back the possible thoughts of him looking delicious, and decided to just brush them off in your shower. but as you stepped in, it got worse.

the warm water hit your cold skin, almost like a reverse burn, but a good burn. it felt nice on your timid skin, you used this as a way to try and ignore the feeling you just had when you saw logan shirtless.

as much as you hated him, you couldn’t deny it. he was fucking hot. and his body was even hotter.

you physically shook off the thoughts as you noticed a face wash in the shower. wade and his skincare. you grabbed it and used it, aggressively washing your face from all the dirty thoughts you just had and then washing your body, your hair, adding conditioner, then stepping out of the shower.

you dry of your body, deciding to do the same thing he did. you walked out, your breasts pushed up on the towel as you held it, grabbing your clothes off the bed, then walking back into the bathroom to change.

as you shut the door, you caught a glimpse of logan staring at your body and when he quickly looked away, you knew you had got him.

you got yourself changed, throwing your hair into one of wade’s bright pink towels and going to sit on the bed. you were sat awkwardly on one side, while logan was sat awkwardly on the other.

you grabbed your phone, trying to drown out the awkward silence through your instagram feed, but it wasn’t cutting it.

logan wasn’t even trying to deny the awkward silence, he just stood there, letting his thoughts overload his brain.

he huffed, before grabbing the towel by his bed, placing it onto his pillow and setting his head down. “i’m gonna go to sleep. don’t wake me up.”

his harsh words make you want to laugh, remembering the scared look he had on his face when you caught him staring form just minutes ago, but you decided to let him rest and leave him be for the night.

he quickly fell asleep, beginning to snore, which made you laugh, but you quickly got tired yourself and set the phone down, plugging it in and falling asleep yourself.

you slept for a few hours, before you woke up, your mouth incredibly dry and in need of some water.

you slowly got up, trying not to knock over the pillow wall as you did so, you slowly opened and shut the door behind you, trying to refrain from any noise. you walked out to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from wade’s cupboard and filling it up with his fancy filtered water from the fridge. you took a sip, the cold liquid instantly wetting your throat, easing your cotton mouth.

you started to look at the magnets on wade’s fridge, smiling as you saw multiple pictures, even one of you and him. it was a selfie he stopped to take in the middle of a mission. he was a fucking goofball.

you turned and jumped, seeing logan behind you. he was grabbing a glass for himself. “did i scare you?” he just chuckled at you and got some of the tap water, chugging it. he obviously knew the answer to that and was just asking to piss you off even more.

you rolled your eyes, ignoring his question and getting more to the water from the filter. he rolled his eyes. “filtered water? seriously? now i see why you and wade get along so well. you both are incredibly boujee.” his use of the word boujee practically makes you spit out your water into the sink.

“i never expected that word to be in your dictionary.” you said, honestly, watching as he chuckled, filling up his water and sipping it this time.

“there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” his voice was low and raspy, lower than usual. it was his sleepy voice, you were trying not to let it get it you. didn’t matter what he said. it was the voice that was the problem.

“yeah? like that you snore in your sleep? just found that out a few hours ago.”

logan scoffed, clenching then unclenching his jaw, holding back a roll of his eyes. “yes, i snore. i didn’t even know until my ex-wife told me.”

the mention of his ex-wife made the room go silent, with the exception of the faucet dropping a few times.

his comment just reminded you of how much older he was than you. you decided to not let it be awkward by keeping the conversation going.

“ex-wife huh? how many of those have you had?” your snark comment making his eyes actually roll this time.

he could hear the teasing nature in your voice and didn’t take it the wrong way, but was still acting annoyed, because he always tried to be with you.

“i’m not answering that question.” his response made you giggle. you just smiled to him, deciding to tease him a bit.

“you gonna make me guess?”

with a roll of his eyes he set his glass into the sink, and you didn’t realize his body was slowly getting closer to yours.

“don’t guess. cause i won’t tell you.”

you hid back a smile, looking up at him. “you know, i caught you staring earlier.” your blunt comment made all his attention go on you, eyes searching you up and down for any sign of discomfort at the thought of him staring at your body.

“i was not staring.” his voice was still low and husky, making your stomach get butterflies. you watched to stop them but you couldn’t help it. logan was towering over you and all you could do was look up at him.

he body moved closer to you as you said your next comment. “you definitely were. i saw it with my own two eyes.”

your comment must’ve struck a nerve in him, because his body was now fully pressed up against you, one hand on your hip while the other rested on the fridge above your head. you were unsure of what to do, he practically had you pinned to the fridge.

“i said, i wasn’t staring, doll. what part of that don’t you get?” he spoke slower this time, eyes daggering into yours, making your heart flutter.

“okay. you weren’t staring.” your words make him smile a bit.

“that’s right.” his voice was taunting almost, and it made you shiver. he stared down at you, and as he separated himself from you, you noticed, a bulge in his pants. you giggled to yourself as he walked back into the room. leaving you there, with your many ideas in your head of how the rest of the night could go.

you take a deep breath, composing yourself before walking back into the room. you laid down on your side of the pillow wall, staring at the ceiling. little did you know he was doing the same.

you took a deep breath before you said your next sentence. “you know, it’s okay to get a boner. it’s normal.”

your comforting yet embarrassing words caused his cheeks to flush. your words made him realize you noticed his bulge, and he huffed before throwing each of the four pillows in the pillow wall onto the floor.

“what did you just say?”

you tried to hide back your amused giggle. “you heard me and you know it.”

your eyes glared into his, watching his face as his jaw clenched. he knew he’d been caught.

“i said, it’s okay to have a boner. i know you’re hard because of our interaction. and because of seeing me in nothing but a towel. you don’t have to hide your attraction for me, logan. i’m not stupid. i know it’s there.”

your words cause a battle within him internally. there’s no denying that your words sent a shiver down his body. frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if a wet patch appeared in his pants.

he tries to think of something snarky to respond with, wanting to ignore the aroused feeling he had, not wanting you to have the slightest hint about how he was feeling.

you decided to speak again before he could, "in fact, i'm sure it's getting worse the more i speak-" you don't have time to finish your surly sentence before he's right there, his hot breath fanning your face from above, his forearms on either side of your head, trapping you in.

"you know what? yeah. you're the reason why i'm hard. doing your fucking dance fighting. i had to hide how hard i was. watching you kill those guys so effortlessly, and looking sexy while you did it. and, god you walking around here in nothing but a towel, last night where you worse the littlest shorts that barely even cover your ass. that's what made me hard. god, and i've been trying to hide it for so long but it just seems like i'm affecting you too."

he growls, his face falling to your neck, the intersection of your shoulder, his lips just brushing the flesh before inhaling deeply; almost animalistic.

you smile, looking up at him, getting another idea. you bat your eyelashes and take his hand, knocking him to his side as he's forced to lay next to you. “lo, you do affect me, so bad," you take his hand and lead it down to your core, pressing his hand to your clothed pussy. "right here. you feel that? feel how wet i am? it's all cause of you."

you watch as his mouth falls open and his pants tighten, seeing his dick twitch in his sweatpants. he's at a loss for words. he was expecting you to submit to him, but the way you didn't sent shivers down his spine.

"yeah? i did that?" his mouth now forms to a smirk, looking over at you, down to your lips and up to your eyes.

"yes you did. and i've been aching, waiting for you to come help me out." you watch as his head falls back, a puff of air falling from his mouth.

"fuck, stop talking." his command only eggs you on. you being the little menace you are, continue with your teasing.

"need you so bad logan. so bad right here. she's been aching. calling for you. god, she's so tight and needs something to stretch her out, think you can do that? i bet you’re so big, could stretch her out real good.”

you watch as his body shakes, and you notice a wet patch on his sweatpants, realizing the fact that he just came, just from the words you were saying and the slight touch of your clothed pussy.

"you must've been waiting for this huh? already came in your pants. naughty boy."

logan doesn't let you get another word, because his lips press to yours. after so much waiting, the tension was finally being released through a kiss.

the two of you continue your messy kiss, and it doesn't take long for his hands to stray, his palms skimming down your hot flesh, and leaving goose bumps in his wake.

“fucking hell, woman,” he whines, getting on top of you again, kissing your lips. "you're gonna look so much better when I mark you up, every inch of you. you already look like you’re mine."

his words made you moan, tugging at your shirt, signaling for you to take it off, which you do, you throw it over your head and across the room. leaving you in nothing but your soaked panties.

“god, so fucking pretty. you know how hard it was for me not to do this to you earlier on? you know how long i’ve been fucking waiting?” his harsh words make your body tremble. he slowly kissed your breasts.

his tongue swirled across your left nipple, sucking on it, eyes up on you, watching your face, watching it contort into pleasure because of him.

he kisses and gives love to the other breast, sucking on it as his hands slowly roam your body, overstimulating you with his touch.

he slowly descends while pulling at the waist of your panties. it appears like that's when he realizes it, pulling away from you, breathing heavily, his beard tingling your hip bones.

his desperate eyes look up at you, searching your face for any regret to which he found none.

he takes off your panties, shoving them in his pocket. "i'm gonna keep these."

his words make you moan again. you look down and he has a devilish grin on his face, both his arms wrapping around your legs, nibbling on your thighs before starting to devour as if he's starving and you're his last meal.

his tongue immediately fucks into your hole, eyes never leaving your face as he works his magic. his nose rubs against your clit, moaning the more he gets into it.

he was being so messy, and it was making you wetter, which then continued to make the situation even messier.

his facial hair caresses your swelling pearl as he eats you whole, without any hesitation—to him, you are a complete feast.

the most exquisite sight you have ever seen is his tongue in your pussy as he gives you sloppy kisses.

you can only watch, gripping his hair and running your fingers through his dark locks, yanking for some semblance of stability, something to keep you bound to this world because the pleasure you feel is unfathomable.

"fuck, logan that feels amazing?" your words only edge him on, watching as his silly smirk turns to a devilish grin.

"does it baby? tell me more." his voice is still low and husky, and he grips your thighs tighter, noticing your body shaking.

but you're so close, perched precariously on the brink of something amazing, something profound, something cosmic. you are crying as he gets closer and closer to you, enjoying every taste of his tongue in your cave and every nuzzle of his nose to your extremely sensitive spot.

"i'm so close." is all you are able to say, feeling a bit embarrassed at the fact the man you once despised was now between your legs, making you yell for him.

"yeah? come on doll, i'll take you there." his words mixed with his stimulations on your clit and fucking of your hole finally bring you to the edge.

your body trembles and shakes as he makes you cum for the first time of the night, you drench his face in your juices, loving how intimate he was with his way pleasuring you.

"good fucking girl." his words combined with his look turns you back on instantly, sending shivers down to your core as you finally come down from your high.

he comes up, you place both hands on either sides of his face, his soaked beard tickling your fingers. "you're gonna ruin me, aren't you?"

his smile only grows, as he begins to lower his sweatpants, "i'm gonna make it so no other man is able to top what i do to you tonight."

his words make you moan, he presses a kiss to your forehead before letting his dick free, you watched as the precum dripped onto your stomach, trying to ignore how hot it was. god, even his dick was hairy. but today was the day you finally decided to admit that you loved every fucking hair on his body.

he slowly aligned with your aching pussy, which is practically waiting just to suck him in. he slowly pushes in, earning a moan to fall from his soaked lips.

you hiss, but as he stretches you, the minor pain only makes you want to absorb him completely more. your ass reaches his thighs, causing you to realize that he's now balls deep in you.

he mutters, "fucking hell," letting out the most agonizing sigh yet.

his movements begin slowly as you becomes accustomed to his immense girth filling you up to the brim.

even the smallest movement causes your walls to become tense around the ridges of his dick, grinding against you so strongly. with each rock, his breathing gets deeper, his eager pants and short pleas filling the air as he picks up tempo.

he moves faster, eyes gazing into yours, he pulls his hand up and places it on your stomach, pressing down knowing it would increase the pleasure for you.

“tell me baby, talk to me. how does it feel?” he already knew the answer to that, but he absolutely loved the thought of you beneath him, trembling under of his manipulation.

“so fucking good.” your harsh words make his dick twitch.

“yeah? tell me more, hon.” your head falls back, hair sprawling onto the pillows as your body shook, feeling overstimulated by his words and thrusts, that were picking up speed, and the fact that you had already came once, and fast. you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

he looks down at you, letting his hand trail from your stomach to your mouth. “open.”

you watch carefully, eyes never leaving his as his fingers slowly slide into your mouth, moaning as he remains eye contact and watches you suck on them. seeing that makes him imagine how good your tight little mouth would feel around his dick.

“god, you’re gorgeous.” he says, finally admitting it.

all you can do it smile, realizing this is the first time he’s ever genuinely complimented you, and you decided to take it in, and tease him with it. per usual.

“think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me. you finally letting yourself see how fucking hot i am?”

your words apparently get to him because he winces. not a sad wince, a pathetic ‘i need to cum’ type wince.

“stop that.” his voice is harsh, a bit whiny, as he continues to thrust into you, both hand now on your hips as he hovers above you, his tip hitting your cervix, stretching you out just for him.

"stop what, logan? you don't like hearing about how we could've fucked so much earlier, if you just quit the fucking act and admitted how horny i made you?" your dirty talk was working on him and you were loving it.

the man was whimpering, his hips starting to stutter, as he pounded into you, wanting to make you cum before he did.

"if you keep talking like that i'm gonna cum, y/n." you smiled up at him, knowing you were close as well.

your tired eyes batted up at him, a small smile forming on your face.

"then cum. do it. fucking cum, i'll cum with you, yeah? filling me up so good, you feel her clenching? that's all from you baby, you got me this hot and bothered, now make me fucking cum." your words flipped a switch in him.

he started pounding into you, balls slapping repeatedly against your ass as he moved, keeping his same pace but now fucking you harder.

he moaned into your ear, "yeah? i'll make you fucking cum. gonna make you cum so hard the only thing you'll remember is my fucking name," his harsh words and the fact he could go from submissive to dominant so fast made you go over the edge for the final time that night.

you finally came, the continuous pressure in your bundle of nerves, the hot white wave of pleasure sends you hurtling through the sky and to heaven in an instant, leaving you in a state of unrestrained bliss that you cannot predict.

your body is electrified from head to toe. somewhere in the mix of your earth-shattering orgasm logan came as well, the sight of you in such state making him reach his peak, filling your walls with his hot sticky cum.

you both sat there for a second, catching your breath, and suddenly you looked down to see logan’s hot cum gushing out of you and onto the bedsheets, the sight becoming to hot to handle, as you both moaned in unison.

he got up and went to the bathroom, getting a rag from the cupboard and drowning it in hot sink water, ringing it out before walking over to you and cleaning you up.

his tongue licked up some of the mixed cum, and you watched with big eyes, feeling even more aroused at the sight.

he used the rag to get the rest and wipe off his beard from your juices.

he threw the rag into the hamper, climbing into bed next to you again, this time a lot closer and with no pillow wall.

instead, you rested in his arms, smiling up at him, as the two of you finally fell asleep.

the next morning, you and logan lay for a bit before you throw on one of his shirts and some of your shorts and walk out to the kitchen, seeing wade sitting at this dining table with his fake glasses on, drinking a cup of coffee in his ‘love yourself’ mug.

he eyes the both of you as you walk out, taking note of the outfit changes.

he smiled. “morning sunshine’s. how’d the night go? did you guys hear my neighbors downstairs at all? sounded like they were getting it on, the guy was moaning and groaning, must’ve been havin’ a grand ole’ time,” wade says, doing the thrust motion with his arms up causing logan’s face to turn a bit pink, making you laugh loudly.

he came up to you, hands around your waist and lips near your ear.

“try to walk in a straight line, sweetheart, then we’ll see who’s laughing.”

a/n: SURPRISEEEE hiii guys! this is what i have been working on all day! i wanted to spoil you with more then just a drabble while i had motivation. MWAH I HOPE U ENJOYED!