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st4rbwrry · 4 months ago

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𝓒𝓞𝓒𝓞𝓐 𝓑𝓤𝓣𝓣𝓔𝓡 𝓚𝓘𝓢𝓢𝓔𝓢. onyankopon.

ᰔᩚ . . .8.5k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, set in university, relationship building, barista!reader, football player/scholar!ony, fluff, strangers to lovers, cabin sex, oral ꒰ f.꒱ , kinda slow burn?, teasing, foreplay, some ass eating, choking, dirty talk, biting, pet names ꒰ ex. mama, ma, baby ꒱, usage of aave, size kink, spanking, dacryphilia, heavyy dirty talk, minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs + comments are appreciated. <3

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . took me absolutely forever to finish this fic so i hope yall rlly enjoy it. here’s some grown folk links. <3 visual. visual. visual. this is also ony’s redemption fic from the bullshit in why don’t you love me lmao.

you got it by bryson tiller thumped loudly from his airpod max’s, orangish-red leaves scattered and scrunching beneath his heavy black timberlands as he strolled along the sidewalk of the town heading to his destination; the cafe. a newfound obsession with the tranquility of studying there. the weather is fairly cold, a slight breeze making his nose wrinkle and sniffle, fighting any threat of sickness. this cozy little cafe was his haven, a place he escaped to when he needed to clear his head. or in this case, injure his brain by studying two weeks ahead of finals for the fall semester.

the warm aroma of brewed coffee and soft lo-fi music enveloped him once he pushed open the front door. the cafe is somewhat occupied, with very few seats stuffed with students gossiping or discussing daily topics of the world. the scent of freshly ground coffee beans and baked goods wafts through the air, his tummy growling at the allure. comfortable armchairs and plush sofas are arranged in cozy nooks, perfect for curling up with a book or engaging in intimate conversations. natural light streams in through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the space and highlighting the rich, earthy tones of the wooden decor. despite the bustling activity, the atmosphere remains relaxed and unhurried.

within his deepest of graces, he spots you behind the counter, a tug of a smile breaching onto his face. you’re moving around the cafe, refilling drinks, and chatting with regular customers. little did you know, your presence is a comforting constant in his increasingly chaotic life. clearing his throat, onyankopon approaches you.

“hey, handsome," you say with a warm smile, your voice smooth like honey. "it’s nice seeing your face. what can i get started for you today?"

as you speak, you continue expertly frothing milk for a customer's latte, the sound of the steam hissing filling the air between you. “hey, pretty. i’ll just take my matcha latte with one pump of syrup, cold foam, and cinnamon. lemme try the avocado toast with bacon today, please.”

“sure thing, love. the bacon is pork, will that be okay?” he watches the fluff of your falsies blink up at him, deep brown eyes glowing from the soothing lighting of the cafe, accentuating your features. freckles sprawled along the bridge of your nose, black hair styled in a cute pixie cut with soft waves. jewelry on your nose, ears, neck, and henna-tatted fingers. there’s red ink on the side of your neck of a dragon he always admired. full lips outlined with dark liner and smeared with gloss. a pretty little thing.

“yup, that’s cool,” he digs into his pocket for his phone, double clicking the button on the side to access his digital card as you tap quickly on the touchscreen to ring up his order.

“okay! your total’s g’na be twelve sixty-four.”

“thank you,” he nods appreciatively.

“i’ll bring it over to you when it’s ready.”

onyankopon’s making his way to his usual spot by the window, a comfy corner with views of brightly lit shops, couples holding hands, and trees dancing in the window. the sun had set, and the street lamps flicker on. he adjusted into his seat, pulling his sleek macbook from his black jansport backpack along with notebooks with different colors and sizes, a pen and pencil, and lots of sticky notes. in his palm where he held his iphone, he switches the music to his ‘unwind’ playlist, needing zero distractions.

the past two months have been tough for him. a lot of things happened that pushed him to second guess not only the way his life was playing out, but the people he chose to surround himself with. a lot of heavy influence gets to those who are weak and in desperate need of escape. he’s never been a big fan of peer pressure, and college is full of it. after winning the homecoming game, being betrayed by someone he had deep feelings for on top of getting into an almost-brawl. . a lot of things started altering the way he thought and carried himself. onyankopon’s always been a mature person. coming from a family of doctors, athletes, and gentle, loving parents. for the most part always laid back, concise, and respectful. so when people brought him out of character to become someone he wasn’t, it frustrated him and made him go into isolation mode where he did nothing but refocus on himself and his goals—leaving behind all the immature, childish shit.

glancing up from his laptop, he can hear you approaching, catching your gaze and giving a gentle smile as you set his beverage and food on the table, your eyes sparkling with kindness. “here you go, love.”

“thanks again.”

“you’re welcome.”

the vibrant green matcha mixture soothes him after he takes a well-needed sip, savoring the creamy texture and subtle bitterness. the hint of cinnamon adding a pleasant warmth that spreads through his chest. you always know just how to make his drink.

he’s always stuck in the cafe for about five hours, drowning in his studies. it’s become his routine now. right after practice he freshens up and makes his way over here. usually, when it’s short-staffed, he notices you closing the shop alone. as the hours tick by, the cafe gradually empties, leaving only a handful of people scattered throughout the space. he remains hunched over his laptop, concentration unwavering, but interrupted when he notices the lights beginning to dim, the soft jazz giving way to silence. realizing the cafe must be closing, he suddenly yawns, arms stretching above his head and shoulders rolling to release the tension from sitting in one spot. going to stand and gather his things, he spots you crouching behind the counter, wiping down surfaces, and organizing supplies.

“hey, need a hand wrapping things up? i didn't realize we were the last ones here."

your smile brightens as ony approaches, his tall frame looming over the counter. “oh, you don't have to do that, i can’t let you work for free.”

"nah, i insist. i can finish up. hand me a broom or sum,” he suggested, that charming smile making your heart flutter nonstop.

“okay, here,” you nod, retrieving a broom from the storage closet to hand him.

the soft swish of the broom against the hardwood floor provides a rhythmic accompaniment to the quiet intimacy of the moment. onyankopon steals glances at you, watching you count the register with a few peeps of your own, smiling to yourself when he notices. his face lights up, shaking his head as he maintains his focus on his chore. as he continues, you try your best to stop blushing, your attraction for this man strong ever since you laid eyes on him. the two of you never hung out. he attended your finance class and you’ve held a minor conversation, but that was all. of course, since he was the quarterback for the panthers, you’d catch a game now and then and see him. you didn’t do parties, mostly stayed to yourself.

considering his chaotic schedule, when he finally started coming into your job for drinks, that’s the best time to see him. he began as an acquaintance, having casual talks while doing your job. but then he started asking you about your day, complimenting your tattoos, giving you tips, calling you pretty . . now we’re here. you’re locking up the shop after cutting off the lights and calling it a night.

standing idly by, onyankopon’s got one hand on his backpack strap while the other nestled warmly into his black northface parka’s pocket. his teeth are pearl white as he smiles, a dimple on his cheek sinking in. it’s pure, and cute. his body is looming over your own, the moonlight casting across his chiseled features, emphasizing the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his dark eyes, your eyes glossing over the silver stud he has pierced into his left ear. a faint mustache above his dark, full lips and a small goatee on his chin. he’s attractive as hell.

“c’mon, lemme walk you to your dorm. it’s too dark out to be alone.”

the gentlemanly gesture sends a flutter through your chest, the cool air brisking over your face as you bury your chin into your cocoa brown scarf shyly. “okay.”

together, you stroll along the quiet campus path, your black telfar decorated with keychains stacked with hot wheels and sonny angels hitting against your thigh as you walk, arms folded. usually, you’re not a person to be nervous about speaking to a boy, but something about him felt completely different from others. he’s calm, respectful, and friendly. and not to be stereotypical, you figured he’d be the opposite considering he’s an athlete. their factors consist of being hard-headed, loud . . whores. granted, you didn’t fully know him as a person. it felt nice to flirt with someone grounded.

“so, got any plans for fall break?”

“nah, not much,” onyankopon shakes his head, wrinkling his nose. “i’m taking these two weeks to focus on studying for finals. my birthday’s coming up, so i'm sure my family has sum planned for me. i don’t care for it much.”

“like every man in the world,” you joke.

he chuckles. “yeah, i used to like all that party shit, but i ain’t in the mood for it, at least not now. i’m good for sum low key.”

“that's understandable. i’m not doing much for break besides thanksgiving. my family and i usually do it big. watch the game, get tipsy, shit like that.”

“yeah? maybe me and you can hang out then. i w’na talk to you more.”

a shy smile spreads across your face as you consider the possibility. "yeah, sure. i’d love to.”

the two of you depart after saying goodnight, ony making sure you’re safely into your dorm before leaving to sleep in his. days past and the routine continues. as the semester winds down, ony finds himself relying more and more on the comforting routine of visiting the cafe, knowing that amidst the chaos of finals prep, he can count on seeing you. your conversations grow longer, less about schoolwork and more about shared interests, inside jokes, and subtle flirtation. finally, the day arrives when he can breathe a sigh of relief. finals are done, and he’s aced his tests. that heavy weight on his chest dissipating. walking into the cafe, he’s greeted by the familiar warmth you bring, a smile spread over your face when you lock eyes.

"hey, you," he says, gripping the corners of the counter, shoulders popping forward as he arches over to find you searching for oat milk.

“heyyy,” you upturn your neck, the giddy on your face evident. “i figured you’d be on your way home by now, the campus is practically dead.”

his jaw shifts as he chews his gum, fresh peppermint flavor flowing through his nostrils. “wanted to come see you first. also to let you know that i passed my tests.”

you gasp, springing up in an excited leap. “oh my god, that’s so good, ony! congratulations.”

“thank you, love,” he bows his head appreciatively. “what about you? what’d you get?”

“hmm, did really well for microbiology. passed everything else but math. it’s never been my strong suit,” you pout, ony humming apologetically.

“it’s okay, as long as you did well for everything else, that’s still something to be proud of. i know you’ll get back up.”

you bat your lashes, digging your chin into your shoulder. “thanks, ony. you’re the sweetest. becoming a vet is harder than i thought, but i know i can do it.”

“good thing is we can finally relax, my brain's been fuckin’ killing me,” he rolls his neck, your eyes falling to the adam’s apple in his throat.

"literally. i'm definitely looking forward to some downtime. finals were brutal this semester.”

a sudden realization dawns on you, and you feel a rush of nervousness pass through. you’ve been wanting to ask him something, needing to express the feelings you’ve been harboring subtly. "listen, i was thinking ‘cause i remember you saying your parents are gonna be at a banquet for the holiday . . if you wanted to join me and my family for thanksgiving? my mom’s make the best everything ‘n there’s always leftovers.”

a slow, pleased smile spreads across his face at the invitation, eyes crinkling at the corners. "i’m down as fuck, that sounds good. your place sounds like a better alternative.”

you grin, twisting in your spot. “great, my mom’s would love to meet you. they’re very sweet. you have any allergies? i’ll make sure they’re careful.”

“nah, baby. i eat everything,” onyankopon responds, the rasp in his tone suddenly making your skin hot, his comment on top of the pet name abruptly short-circuiting your brain.

“ ‘kay,” you play it off, gathering yourself quickly from your perverted thoughts. “i’ll text you when they’re ready to have guests over.”

“cool. need me to bring anything? a pie? some drinks?”

“i like stella rosè.”

on the morning of thanksgiving, onyankopon arrives at your doorstep, a handful of red roses in one hand and your bottle of wine in the other. surprisingly, your parents wanted him to come over early, really so they could have a helping hand with prepping. he awaits in front of your house, a beautiful cape cod style surrounded by bushes and tall gates. he sees the silhouette of your shape approaching the door, pulling it open to find you smiling wide. ony clears his throat, scanning you from head to toe with adornment. you’re dressed in an espresso sweater dress with sheer tights and doc martens. there’s light makeup on your face, and you smell like tom ford’s lost cherry. the smell of pinewood and soulful music coming from within the home alongside laughter immediately has his brain conjuring up a future with you. you’re breathtaking, and you can say the same for him.

“hi,” you breathe out, gnawing at your darkly lined lips.

onyankopon’s attired in a black knit sweater that’s almost loosely fitted, his muscles daring to make it fit tightly. baggy, chocolate cargo pants, and black new balance 550s. a gold chain sits around his neck and a brown fossil outlet watch on his wrist. he smelled really good, dolce and gabbana’s the one lingering on his body. you could fall out, really.

ony extends the flowers for you to grab. “happy thanksgiving. i got these for you. you look real pretty.”

you giggle from how fast he rushed that sentence. “thank you, i love them. you look real good, too. come in.”

he takes a step inside, taking in the cozy atmosphere of your home. the aroma of roasting turkey and savory spices fills the air, marvin gaye’s ‘i want you’ bumping from the surround sound along with the thanksgiving parade playing soundly on the mounted television. you guide him through the archway, setting the roses into a vase at the entryway table before entwining his hand with yours and pulling him towards the grandeur kitchen. in it stands both of your mother’s, the clinking of wine glasses, and slow dancing. the sight makes ony’s heart thump, it’s adorable, to say the least. now he understands why you smile so much.

“mom’s! ony’s here!”

turning in your direction, the two women greet him with loving smiles, your birth mother gasping at his gorgeousness, placing a hand over her heart with bulging eyes. you already caught on to what she was thinking, shaking your head.

“oh my god, hi! you’re handsome!”

your birth mother is the spitting image of you, the thick, luscious blowout curls the only difference in appearance aside from tattoos. she’s petite like you are, brown eyes and earthy-like jewelry. a pale green hippy skirt and tight black long-sleeve her attire. her wife contrasts her perfectly with a slighter darker edge. tall, slim, forest green faux locs that graze her shoulders and full sleeve tats. dressed in a dark sweater like ony is, skinny jeans, and loafers. they looked like the richest, happiest couple.

after proper greetings and conversations, a few more family members pour into the home as hours pass, mingling in the living room to watch the football game. cheers and groans emanating from uncles as you and ony stand side by side in the kitchen fixing up the last dish for the table. you’re flirting more, leaving teasing touches as you work. sipping wine with your parents before they dispersed into another part of the house. the smell of apple pie baking in the oven, the slight buzz from the wine, and the warmth of everyone together makes him feel special. it felt intimate being here with you on such a special day. onyankopon turns to face you, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your face hot. unfortunately, something you won’t be able to change.

"can i ask you something?"

you pause mid-chop, turning to face him fully. his proximity makes you acutely aware of the space between you, the heat radiating off his body.

"sure, what's up?" your voice is a little softer than usual, butterflies in your stomach.

the kitchen had long cleared out, occasional bodies flowing in and out to dig in the fridge after waiting impatiently for food, but the way he stared at you made you feel like it was just the two of you. the abrupt sensation of his fingers caressing your cheek stuns you, his face inching closer while carefully observing the surroundings, flickering his eyes back to yours.

“ony?”

“i really like you,” the admission burns your stomach, his full lips brushing amongst yours erotically slow, damn near kissing you. it feels somewhat inappropriate given your family was around, but he kept it cute. he intakes air, sucking in your own before speaking again. “my parents gave me the keys to this cabin for my birthday. my dad has some kind of partnership with this guy or whatever. i want you to spend the weekend with me.”

the intensity of the moment makes you swallow. he’s so close to your face it makes you scared to back away. luckily, no one’s around. you could hear your own heart pound. hesitation sits in your chest. it sounds romantic, and of course you like him too, but a man asking you to come to a cabin in the woods with him seems a little . . scary? or maybe you’re being dramatic.

“u-uh, um . . a cabin? in the woods? i watch a lot of crime documentaries, mister,” you whispered, threatening jokingly to ignore the way he was making you feel.

he bursts out laughing at your comment, immediately putting you at ease. “pretty, i would never. you don’t have to say yes right away. i just thought it’d be a good way for us to spend more time together. have that low-key birthday i wanted. i promise i have no ulterior motive. scouts honor.”

you nod, biting your lip and cocking your head back to catch your breath. “yeah, i’ll think on it.”

“okay,” he pressed his forehead to yours, noticing you were deliberately trying to move back. “your mood changed. what you thinkin’, ma?”

“thought you were g’na kiss me,” you admit, picking at the hem of your dress.

“you want me to kiss you? i was waitin’ on you,” ony replies slyly, licking his lips.

a thumb comes up to trace the line of your jaw before he’s finally pressing his full lips to yours, and it’s deep. jaw locking and bottom lip falling to catch your own in a passionate, slow kiss. your hips prickle with heat the instant his hand goes to squeeze you there, ony breathing you in while covering your mouth with his. he’s inhaling the air from you, your hand coming up to cup his jaw to pull him away, the disconnect leaving both of you breathless. he licks your gloss off his lips with a clench of his jaw and dilated pupils.

“hey, what y'all doin’ in here?” your mother's voice interrupts, ony pulling away to hide the smirk on his face.

you step back, trying to compose yourself as your mother enters the kitchen. momentarily, you're at a loss for words. you offer a casual shrug. “just chatting, mom. nothing too serious.”

she observes the two of you, squinting her eyes knowingly. “unh huh. my pasta salad done?”

“yes ma’am. i’ll pop it in the fridge right now,” onyankopon speaks up, holding up the huge serving bowl proudly.

“aweee, such a sweetie bean,” she coed. you roll your eyes. “we can start gathering to eat. g’na say a prayer then dig in ‘cause i’m starving and my body hurt.”

you and ony share a glance before he bumps your shoulder, laughing in sync.

dinner goes more than well. your entire family adored ony, and it put this feeling in your chest that goes far beyond just a crush. everyone crowds the long dining table, passing food while conversing and laughing. he felt comfortable, and more than anything, safe. sitting next to you, he holds your hand under the table, and after everyone’s tummies are full, leftovers are taken and goodbyes are said, that’s when you and ony find yourselves sitting peacefully on a hammock out back to watch the stars.

“i’d love to come to the cabin with you.”

and just like that, the next day hits, and he’s pulling up to your house in his black jeep wrangler waiting for you to come out. when he sees you, his chest warms up like clockwork, your nike duffle bag packed heavy as you wave excitedly, comfortably dressed in a blood-red tube top, gray sweatpants, uggs, and a black hoodie. the weather wasn't too bad today, warm enough for you to only hold your coat. onyankopon hops out of the car to properly greet you, his brooding body in a simple black crewneck, sweats, and a matching hoodie.

“hi, pretty. you look gorgeous,” he lowers his head to kiss your cheek, taking your bag from you to carry to the truck.

you giggle, raising your brow. “in sweats ‘n oversized clothing?”

“your face is everything i need to see, mama.”

you smile. “you love to call me that.”

“you don’t like it? i can stop,” he says seriously.

“no, i love it. it’s very endearing.”

“mhm. c’mon, the cabin awaits!” ony exclaims, following you to the vehicle to hold open the door for you.

you slide into the passenger seat, feeling the supple leather conform to your body as you buckle up, the scent of black ice engulfing the truck. after tossing your bag in the backseat, he settles in beside you, giving you a wink as you giggle and kick your feet together.

“ready?” he asks.

“ready.”

the anticipation builds with each passing mile, the promise of a romantic escape bubbling in your stomach. the woods are dense, driving further away from civilization. hold on by the internet plays quietly from the car's speaker, air blowing in from the tiny cracks of the window. the scent he gives makes you sink comfortably into your spot, seat pulled back with your knees to your chest and a book on your lap as your soothing voice reads sentences aloud to him, his interest in the african mythology cultivating.

"keep going," he urges, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as he navigates the winding roads. the rhythmic cadence of your voice is like music to his ears, and he relishes every syllable spoken, available hand gripping onto your thigh.

the ride carries on for almost two hours, and the tranquility of each other's presence is palpable. as he reaches the top of the hill, ony kills the engine, sitting back into his seat while the two of you admire the area. it’s quaint, trees enveloping the dark oak cabin, the sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. the cabin's exterior exudes rustic charm, but the inside is sleek and modern. polished hardwood floors, a small kitchen, a two-seat table, and a large window that overlooks the surrounding forest with a queen-sized bed pushed up against it. there's a walk-in rainfall shower with multiple jets, and a fire pit directly outside where you were dying to make s’mores. it’s like a mini home, and you both loved it.

the night air is crisp and cool, carrying the scent of pine and wood smoke as you lounge on the outside chairs, firelight dancing across your faces. after settling in, the two of you ran to a small grocery store in town to get a few things ony could throw on the grill. seasoning the burgers and chicken skewers together before playing music from your speaker and watching him work. he sips a beer, a few specks of sweat on his forehead but luckily as it got dark, the coolness dried them away.

“y’know, i always think about the possibility of being mauled by wolves when i come up here.”

stopping from taking a sip out of your drink, you stare blankly at him. “now why the hell would you put that in my head.”

“my bad, my intrusive thoughts got to me. i promise there aren’t any around here. it gives real forks washington vibes up here.”

“not a twilight reference,” you giggle. “you don’t give me someone who’s into stuff like that.”

“whatttt, girl bye. team jacob all the way,” he playfully sways his hand, cracking a smile from your outburst of a laugh, playfully pushing at his arm.

the weather began to grow colder, onyankopon noticing the sluggishness in your tone as you speak, eyes low meaning it was time for bed. he let’s you head inside while he tidied up, the tranquility of you snuggled up in bed closest to the window sprawled out as he quietly cleans the dishes makes him smile. not long after he brushes his teeth and cuts off all the lights, he slides into the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling his face within the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as you snore lightly.

as the morning approaches, the two of you awaken to find yourselves entwined with one another. legs tangled and skin close to skin. the morning light filters through the glass window, casting a soft glow over the entire cabin and your bodies. you softly mewl, not wanting to move an inch, savoring the comforting scent of his body and the warmth of his pressed against yours.

the two of you lay in bed for another hour, occasionally in and out of sleep before onyankopon makes a suggestion of starting the day with a hike to enjoy the nature. after getting ready and dressing comfortably, the two of you stroll along the winding trail, the path following through dense forests, trees filtering some of the sunlight and casting dappled shadows on the ground beneath your feet.

the silence is comfortable, punctuated only by the rustling of leaves and the distant call of birds as onyankopon holds your hand in his, swinging your arms and giggling like lovesick teenagers. as the trees thin out, then reveals a sparkling lake in the distance. you gasp at the sight of a waterfall beating down on rocks, the lake flowing heavily. it feels just like a disney film.

you’ve noticed something about ony. he was extremely affectionate in ways of kisses and hugs, currently holding your face within his palms to press his lips to yours, the soothing sound of the waterfall in the background making this all perfect. outside of that, he wasn’t super physical in terms of intimate touch. from his end, he’s afraid to do anything that would perceive him differently. he genuinely enjoyed your company, your personality, and you overall. physical intimacy was the last thing on his mind, but you wanted that from him including everything else. part of you didn’t want to blatantly say it, more so wanting him to make the first move so you could feel that pull from him.

he breaks away from the kiss, staring at your face intensely for a few seconds, wondering what’s on his mind. clearing his throat he says, “let’s go make some breakfast.”

after a nice breakfast of classic scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and home fries, you spend the afternoon engaging in cute activities such as painting. you’d brought some of your crafts figuring it’d be a nice way to connect more. a paint and sip date. your playlist titled cocoa butter streams out of your speaker, playing mellow rnb tunes while you sip on stella rose and unwind. this was what he needed. he feels like he spent so much time thinking toxicity was necessary in a relationship to keep it alive. but being in this moment with you, coloring with crayons in a spider-man book while you paint on construction paper, listening to music and yapping about whatever — he felt happy.

ony finishes a random portrait he drew after getting tired of the coloring book, drawing you a giant pink heart with vines and roses, sliding it towards you shyly, and hiding his face. you laugh at his reaction, praising him for how good it looks and giving him a kiss on the cheek, telling him you’d admire it forever, even frame it.

hours slip by unnoticed, the two of you now standing side by side in the small kitchen to cook dinner. you decided on something simple; ribeye steak and broccolini. a voice in your head tells you to make ony feel more at ease with you, even if he did. caressing his arm as he sears the steaks, resting your head on the hollow of his back and chatting. you even guide him to grab your waist as you prepare a chimichurri sauce to pour over the steak. little things to give him a sign that it was okay.

once the night began to die down, ony opted to clean up since check out was in the morning. as he tidied up, you decided to take a shower to wash off the steak smell and grease on your clothing and skin. classic oldies still play lowly from your speaker, finding himself humming along to ‘good luck charm’ by jagged edge as he wipes down the stove with cleaner. ony turns his head when he hears a thud, a silent cuss, and a painful whine from you following.

he raised his head in curiosity, wanting to make sure you were okay. “aye, you good?”

he didn’t mean to push the door further open given it was cracked to make sure the bathroom wouldn’t fully fog up. but his elbow hits the door and he catches a glimpse of your entire figure. hot steam illuminating your skin and swirling around you like a mystical aura, water enhancing the pigment of your skin.

“ah, shit . . my fault. sorry,” he stumbles out, ducking his head to block his view of you.

“it’s okay!” you softly announced. “just dropped my bar, it hit my toe but i'm okay!”

“coo’, coo’. ”

clearing his throat, he closes the door to give you privacy, rubbing the back of his neck before tossing his head back and sighing. instead of letting his mind run, he jerks his attention back to the task at hand, tidying up the rest of the area. once the cabin is spotless, onyankopon gets comfortable in bed, waiting for you to finish in the bathroom so he can have his turn. when you exit, the room is filled with an awkward silence, the noticeable tension palpable.

ony catches you standing at the doorway, only dressed in one of his shirts. he’s lying on his back in the bed, legs spread as he holds the mythology book in his hands. turning to face you, he looks at you curiously, the sudden darkness in your eyes making his dick ache. he lays the open book flat on his chest, eyes never leaving yours.

“what’s wrong?” ony asks, but your silence remains, biting at your lip before glancing at his toned v-line. only one thing on your mind. “talk to me, mama.”

swallowing, you fold your arms in front of you, toes indented atop your other foot. “i . . noticed you haven’t really touched me the way i want you to.”

you didn’t mean to say it with insecurity, having this stupid feeling that he didn’t want you in a way you thought he did. obviously that wasn’t true, you just needed him to physically be infatuated with you.

ony sits up, confusion etched into his features, immediately attending to your needs. his hands resting on his knees as he looks at you intently. "i’m sorry if it came off like that. i just didn’t want you to think of me that way. like, i didn’t want you to think that’s the only reason i wanted to bring you up here.”

“oh . . .” you bite your lip, feeling a mixture of relief and higher attraction. “that’s sweet of you, i appreciate you for being a gentleman. i don’t know, i had this stupid thought that maybe you were holding back because. . well, because you weren't sexually attracted to me." you admit quietly, chest tightening at the possibility.

the look on his face looks painful, like he was in disbelief that you could even say such a thing. ony stands immediately, the quickness almost scaring you as he approaches you with an intense demeanor. glaring up at his towering figure, you gasp when he backs you up against the wall, his nose molding to yours.

"never that.”

ony inhales sharply, your scent intoxicating him. he brushes his lips against your earlobe as he whispers, "i am so fuckin' attracted to you,” his hands roam around your hips, fingers softly indenting in the soft flesh covered by fabric. his touch makes your face heat up and the throb between your thighs worse, his lips trailing down to hover over your own. "i was scared, yeah, but not because i don't want you. it's ‘cause i want you too fuckin’ much."

mewling, you drunkenly press your chest to his, your horniness on top of the few glasses of wine in your system craving him horribly. it’s bad the thoughts you’ve been having. his knee finds its way between your legs where you press yourself down slightly, dragging your hand to grip the back of his neck and he copies by doing the same.

“i w’na fuck you,” you mumble against his lips, kissing him gently, the soft peck growing rougher when you go for another one and this time it sounds wet. “you w’na fuck me too?”

ony grunts, his fingers digging into your hips harder as he grinds himself against your stomach. “fuck yes, mama. ima show you how bad i want you.”

finally, he captures your mouth in a kiss, lips smacking with greedy attention. moaning into each other's mouths in heat, your shirt raising high as his hands smooth along your body, aching to touch the softness of your skin. rubbing the sides of your thighs before sliding them to your ass where he gropes and spanks you, a sound you’ve never made before falling from you when his fingers spread your ass cheeks apart with a bit of your pussy.

groaning in your mouth, he goes to grab your wrists and pins them above your head, raising you higher to grind his hips against your pussy, feeling the outline of him in his sweats. ony kisses your neck, open mouthed and following with tongue after gently nipping at your skin with his teeth. you feel like you’re going to faint from how aroused you were.

he breaks his mouth away after a few minutes, gazing down at you with lust-filled eyes. "gotta get you naked, mama. need to feel that pussy on me.”

with a swift motion, he drags the shirt you wear above your chest, maintaining the grip he has on your wrists, his gaze devouring every inch of your curves.

“fuck,” he utters, groaning before opening his mouth to lick and suck at your tits, gasping and grinding as you push yourself closer to him. each suck is lewd, loud in the quiet space, pulling your areolas into his mouth and sliding his tongue between the valley.

his mouth comes back to your neck, kissing once more before he’s fully pulling off the fabric so you’re completely bare. picking you up, he carries you towards the bed, giggling as he lays you onto the plush mattress, instantly bending you over and rubbing his hands over your ass after climbing behind you. reaching under your left thigh with his forearm, he drags your body on the bed so you’re facing the headboard, pressing the dip of your back further down, clothed dick against your core.

“can you show her to me, baby?” ony whispers, licking his lips as he lowers his face, your back arching and ass high up. his palm lands on it, a whimper flowing from you, expressing a needy pout on your lips.

“mm hm,” you nod, goosebumps on your skin. his voice makes your clit throb harder.

onyankopon inhales sharply as your hand reaches under yourself to spread your folds apart with two of your fingers, pussy drenched and waiting for his mouth to eat it. your hips stir in desperation as you rub at your clit, waiting for him to hurry. his jaw clenches, humming to himself as the ache in his dick grows painful, leveling his face and covering your pussy with his mouth. your hand drops, ony resting his wrist in your palm you grip as your mouth falls open. brows furrowed, he grunts and drags his tongue along your slit, savoring your taste as your wetness sticks to your thighs like honey. the vibrations from his throat causes you to clench, shakily moaning and softly rocking your ass back on his face, the scratch of his facial hair making you wetter.

"ony, shitt,” you moan, your fingers tangling in the sheets as he devours you. "like that, baby.”

he’s leaving heavy licks and targeted flicks against your clit, his nose nudges your perineum, suckling your folds into his mouth before grunting and digging for your nub, flattening his tongue and rocking his head up and down along with each of your movements. moans break out in shudders, ony trailing his free hand to slowly spank you in iterations, juices coating his chin, your voice getting louder.

“ooh, fuck mama. that’s what you needed, right? you like my tongue?” the harsh licks of ony’s tongue urges your toes to curl, throwing your ass back on his face in a quicker pace, thighs shaking violently.

“unh h-huh, baby — yess.”

"you taste so muhfuckin’ good," he growls, his breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. "love having this pretty pussy in my fuckin’ mouth."

you cry out in ecstasy, hips bucking wildly as ony dips his tongue inside you relentlessly. your shoulders fall into the bed as you reach back to grab the top of his head, soft textured waves on your palm as you pull him deeper into your heat. combinations of squeals and whines spewing as he curls it within you while kissing your folds with his thick lips. "f-fuck, ony! t-there, oh my god don’t — mmgh stop!"

“stop?” he hums condescendingly, spanking you again. now he’s reaching under to lock his forearms on your thighs and lifting you up so you’re sitting on his face while he raises up on his knees.

“n-noo,” fisting the sheets, your mouth remains open as he lifts you like a dumbbell at the gym and rocks you up and down on his face, your slickness mixed with his salvia trailing down your mound to the pudge of your tummy. “ony. you eat it so good. s’too good.”

“ooh, you my bad girl,” ony hissed, landing a hard smack on your ass again, sliding his tongue over your puckered hole, refusing to miss a spot tasting you. “you turn me on so much you bad fuckin’ girl.”

he’s almost got you in a full sixty-nine position, your stomach touching the abs on his body, the heat radiating onto you. you grab his thigh, the blood rushing to your head and you feel yourself getting dizzy.

“onya,” whimpering, you crawl forward so you can breathe, escaping his aggressive hold on you, not wanting you to move but allowing you to.

“come taste it off me.”

his love taps on your thigh ease you, flipping yourself onto your back to pick yourself up. you crawl to him, eyes low and kissing his stomach, working your way up to his neck and then his mouth, molding his lips with yours. moaning, you suck on his lips greedily, taking your hands to tug down his sweats on either side of his hips, gasping when his dick smacks his thigh. you break the kiss, his eyes damn near shut as he glares at you, keeping back a grin as you stare in between where you meet to see the heavy girth of his dick. it’s curved downwards from the weight of it, two toned at the base and an angry vein wide on the side.

“mmm,” you audibly moan, brows furrowing and lips pouting. it’s obvious how horny you were by the expressions you make.

ony grabs your ass when you don’t waste any time spitting on it from where you stand, hitting his base and taking your hand to spread it over him. twisting your palm around the tip and grabbing his neck with your other hand, watching each other, concentrating on the noise of you stroking his dick.

“spit on it,” you plead softly, lips kissing his, biting his bottom.

the stir in his stomach is something he hadn’t felt in a while, finding himself obeying you, lowering his head slightly to spit over his own dick, covering your fingers and pumping your fist faster. your hand instinctively tightens around his neck when he latched his mouth on yours, biting at the flesh and dragging his tongue along your skin. you pull him in, moaning in his ear while he moans on your neck. his tongue is fat, tracing every inch of your skin with noises erupting deep within his throat, kissing and sucking and it makes you insanely wet.

“lemme beat that pussy, ꒰♡꒱. lemme take it.”

the eye contact is deadly, ony growing impatient and pining you on your back. with your head nestled between full feathered pillows, you raise your knees to your chest without help, opening yourself to him and dragging your acrylics down the front of his muscular thighs after he tosses his sweatpants fully off.

ony goes to grab behind your neck, pressing his mouth to yours once more, tapping the head of his dick on your clit a few times before rubbing it against your folds and ever so slowly sinking into you. both of you gasp in sync, ony keeping his hand around the base as he thrusts steadily to let you adjust. he’s pushing in halfway before pulling out and slipping in further. removing his hand, he groans with his head tossed back. locking his hand on the back of your left knee to fully pin your leg to the bed, your stomach caving in from the fullness he gives you, biting your lip hard.

“talk to me, lemme know when it’s safe.”

you can tell he’s trying to hold back, pushing his hips forward till they’re touching yours. you whine pathetically, feeling so good just from minimal strokes. your pussy flutters around him with praise, watching him disappear entirely inside of you and come back out coated in your arousal.

“i’m good,” pawing at his chest, you silently beg for him to bring his body closer, needing his skin on yours.

ony rests his chest on yours, noses mushed together as he locks your smaller frame beneath him, the hand behind your neck now clasping your throat where blushes of purple begin to form. the pretty waves of your pixie cut grows disheveled from this heat that you go into when he starts fucking you rough. the nasty slosh of your pussy drenching his dick in the quiet cabin. only mellow music playing and the disgusting grunts and filthy moans you equally make in each others faces.

ony’s hips smack into yours relentlessly, his jaw wide as he breathlessly grunts while pressing his forehead to yours. squeezing his eyes shut while yours weakly fail to stay open, drunk on his dick as he fucks you harder the louder you get.

“f-fuck, onyaa, shitt. feel so good.”

“ooh, it does for me too. shit, it does for me too,” his voice cracks, a throaty hum he releases vibrating against your chest.

“your dick is s-so . . . big,” you cry out, voice becoming unrecognizable from how broken it is. every pound makes you vocally recite, its needy, and its sexy as fuck. ony can’t bare to hear it, fearing he’d bust too quickly from how you sound alone.

“shit, girl,” ony shakily inhales before laying his palm over your mouth to muffle you, his eyes scrolling into the back of his skull as he balanced himself on the tips of his toes and drives his dick into you harder. “ugh, fuuck, fuck fuck.”

screaming in his palm, you somehow get so loud it didn’t matter if he gagged you quiet. your tongue lolls out on his hand, eyes crossed and breathing heavily. you hold on to his arm, chest bouncing from every hard hit, sticky skin clapping and the feeling of ony in your stomach completely fogs up your brain.

“sloppy ass fuckin’ pussy. pretty ass face, too baby. fuck, gimme this shit. shit talkin’ to me ‘n takin’ my dick so good.”

turning your head to the side, you break away from his palm on your mouth, collecting air in harsh pants and crying out his name in long streams.

“say that shit again, ma’.”

sniffling, you claw at his strong waist, helping him fuck you by yanking him forward, curling your toes and straightening your legs so your pussy clamps tighter around him when they nearly reconnect.

“onyaaa.”

“mm hmm. atta girl.”

keeping your legs to your stomach, they bury the sight of your face, onyankapon entwining his fingers on top of your head that he cradles, holding your face to his chest as he fucks you harder. he sounds ridiculously sexy, growling in the air as you hold the back of his thighs and jerk beneath him from the intensity of his aggression. grinding his dick in you, pressing on the spongy spot deep inside and you can instantly feel the warmth of nearing your orgasm.

“c-cumminn’, ony . . . fuck.”

“cum on this dick, mama. get it all over me.”

it was by far the most intense orgasm you’ve had in your entire life. the aggressive pulse on your clit as you cum, tightening on his dick which he feels it all. the broken symphonies of whines streaming along with pleasurable sobs. it felt so goddamn good.

“good girl, you so pretty when you cum.”

the drunken smile on your face makes ony smile back, kissing your forehead before lifting himself off of you. inhaling, he regains his composure, lifting your ankle to kiss before he’s turning you on your stomach and shoving a pillow under to toot you up at a good angle.

you manage to snort when he kisses the back of your neck, feeling ticklish. his kisses follow down the path of your spine, the tingles in your hips and chest arise again, grinding your ass back when his mouth finds its way there again. nipping at your ass cheeks gently with his teeth. “love all of you, baby. hold that pretty ass open for me.”

“yes, baby.”

the muscles in the back of your shoulders dance as you reach behind yourself to spread your ass apart for him to see, gasping softly when you feel a glob of spit hit your hole and trail down your entrance.

“yeah, keep ‘em there.”

the fat tip of his dick slides it’s way back into you, ony’s brows knitting together as he watches the ring of your cunt grip on him after he pulls back. your black stilettos look good on the pigment of your skin, looking back at him deviously, dark lashes with spikes on the bottom row batting in slow motion it felt like. you kiss your own shoulder, humming elatedly when he begins to fill you up with his whole dick, pouty lips parting to moan softly.

dawn was near, the light in the sky beaming into the glass windows overtime and over your gorgeous figure. his feelings for you grow stronger. he needed you in his life. needed you crying on his dick forever. needed to kiss you all the time and even laugh like idiots. his head was filled with multiple layers of emotions. you could hear the birds chirp outside as ony lifts his body in push-up form to slam into you with all the strength he had left.

your hands stay where they are, body knocking down from every rough, steady, and needy pound. your skin hitting his loudly, ony choking on his moans while you whimper his name.

“g’na fuckin’ . . bust, baby. you want dis’ nut?”

“i want it. do it, ony. i want you.”

“you want me?” he heaves.

“mhm, want you.”

wrapping his forearm around you neck, he drops his weight on you, rutting into you, easing his pace when he finally feels that buildup rush in his abdomen. balls jumping and quickly sliding his dick out to nut over your ass, shooting out in long strings of white up to your backside. onyankopon drags out a grunt, fisting his dick and pumping it to get out every ounce, tightening his palm towards the head and patting your ass with it.

smiling, you drop your arms and bring them to the pillow your head rests on, gripping tight and nuzzling your face into it. ony kisses your cheek, lingering for a few seconds before he’s picking himself up to head to the bathroom to retrieve a warm soapy washcloth. he cleans himself up with a separate one before slipping on his sweats again when he comes back.

you feel the dip in the bed where he sits, his hand on the middle of your back he rubs soothing circles into while proceeding to clean you up with the rag. he took everything out of you, turning your head in his direction to watch him with lazy eyes.

ony clears his throat, smoothing his hand over his waves. “was that . . good for you? you enjoyed it, yeah?”

his anxiousness made you giggle, nodding slowly. “i enjoyed it. yeah. did you?”

“i think i enjoyed it too much,” he admits, swallowing before giving you that serious stare again, wondering what else he had to say. “you were serious about wanting me, like for real?”

you blink, feeling yourself grow extremely tired, but wanting to give him reassurance. “mm hm, i want you.”

and that makes his heart warm, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you try your hardest to fight sleep.

“yeah. i want you too, mama.”

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bimbovicc · 4 days ago

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ugh i would LOVE to read more about bruce x clark x reader and the kryptonian breeding season if you ever wanna write more about that

#KRYPTONIAN BREEDING SEASON HCs ˎˊ˗

Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent x fem!Reader 🩷 ── .✦

a/n : okay sooo like… i literally cannot stop thinking about bruce and clark absolutely wrecking me during kryptonian breeding season like??? one’s all cold and calculated and the other one is just a feral puppy in heat and i’m the dumb little thing stuck between them crying and begging and full of everything they wanna give me… like oops!! guess i was made to be their perfect lil cumdump. this is for my fellow needy girlies who love getting bred stupid and filled over n over until they can’t walk and don’t even remember their name — just “daddy” and “sir.” be safe, be hydrated, and don’t trust clark when he says “just one more” because HE’S LYING 🤥 mwahhh enjoy the mess!! 🩷

ᯓ★ The moment Clark’s breeding season starts, you can feel it in the air. Clark’s body runs hotter, his touches linger longer, and he starts growling under his breath whenever another man looks at you—even Bruce.

ᯓ★ He becomes insatiable. We’re talking multiple times a day, desperate humping against your thighs in the morning, needing you on your hands and knees before you’ve even had coffee.

ᯓ★ His favorite position during his “breeding season” ? Bent-over mating press or from behind with your knees tucked under you—anything where he can press his weight into you, knot himself deep, and stay there.

ᯓ★ Clark marks you with his scent constantly—nuzzling your neck, rubbing your inner thighs, licking your chest—and gets irrationally possessive when it starts to fade.

ᯓ★ Bruce pretends he’s above it. He even scoffs when Clark starts his “breeding season” —until he sees you dripping and trembling from being bred nonstop.

ᯓ★ That’s when the switch flips. Suddenly, he’s in front of you while Clark fucks you, holding your jaw and making you look up at him while he fucks your mouth.

ᯓ★ He talks dirty in your ear while Clark’s breeding you, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise:

“He’s going to fuck a baby into you. Do you want that? One from both of us?”

ᯓ★ He won’t let Clark have you all to himself. Bruce insists on taking your mouth or ass while Clark has your pussy. Double stuffing is standard during breeding season.

ᯓ★ Bruce never loses composure, but the way he clenches his jaw and grunts when he spills inside you? That’s his version of falling apart.

ᯓ★ They don’t fight over you—they share you. Clark fucks to breed; Bruce fucks to claim.

ᯓ★ They put you in heat-like states just from overstimulation: pinned between both of them, cock-drunk, messy, and mumbling about wanting their babies while one holds your legs open and the other fills you to the brim.

ᯓ★ They make you cum over and over just to ensure your body is “ready to receive”—Bruce with slow, cruel fingers on your clit, Clark rutting in and out like an animal until your thighs shake.

ᯓ★ The aftercare is almost worse: Clark’s kissing your belly, talking about “how many he thinks took,” while Bruce presses a hand over your full cunt to keep everything inside.

“Don’t waste a drop. You’re ours.”

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katsukistofu · 10 months ago

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peanut butter and jellyfish

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 5k words — fluff. cursing. comforting insecurities. friends to secret lovers.

⭑ shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.

note: your quirk is forensic sight! so ur gc name is the way it is bc ur eyes lol get it

You choke back a laugh as a very focused Eri puts yet another sticker on Hitoshi’s face.

Snacks and pillows are strewn around the inside of the blanket fort the three of you finished building moments before. Stiller than a rock, your calm best friend sits there cross-legged so that Eri can give him a makeover of unicorns, stars, and rainbows.

“Do you think he looks pretty yet?” Eri tilts her head at you.

“Like a real-life princess.” You giggle. “Good job, Eri!”

“Yay!” She happily high fives the hand you hold up for her. “Do you feel pretty yet, Hito-nii?”

“I feel so bonita.” Hitoshi deadpans, sending you two into another fit of giggles.

“You were pretty already, Toshi,” you coo, rubbing a thumb over the sticker of a cat making sushi on his cheekbone. Mr. Aizawa must have bought that one for her.

Hitoshi pretends to shyly gaze at you from under his long lashes. “Aw, really?”

His lips curve into a lazy smile, and a heat that you’re all too familiar with rises up your neck, you turn away–a little too quickly, to Hitoshi’s amusement.

“Nevermind you’re ugly.”

He laughs and the heat creeps up to your cheeks.

Such a simple sound, yet that soft, husky voice of his always manages to make your insides a mushy mess, even when you had painfully tripped over his cat, Celery, when he transferred and first moved into the dorms with your class.

The normally stoic, reserved purple-haired boy had doubled over with an uncontrollable wheeze, supporting himself on the sofa as your groaning self was sprawled across the floor.

God, they were lucky they were both cute.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile as he reached a hand out to help you up, the other still covering his mouth.

That was the first time you made him laugh, and now, you’ve heard it so many times that you could finally stop counting on both your hands’ fingers but you still wanted more.

“Want me to paint your nails, Eri?” You ask, scooting over to your bedroom’s drawer.

You open it, your own light blue nails painted a color that reminds you of the sea against the pastel pink of the treasure box you take out. It had a heart-shaped diamond on the latch.

The heavy box was filled with a collection of nail polish the girls in your class usually used for their sleepovers as well, and new bottles, mostly varying shades of apple red, started mysteriously appearing the day after Eri said she had never gotten painted her nails before.

“Yes!” Eri’s eyes sparkle. “Can I please have matchy nails with Hito-nii?”

“Of course, sweetie.” You smile. She was adorable.

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “You sure you want yours black this time, Eri?”

“Yes!” She huffs stubbornly. “Like dad’s clothes and those things under your eyes!”

“Hey!” He protests. She shares a mischievous look with you and you both giggle, catching the pillow Hitoshi gently throws at you.

“Oreo wouldn’t treat me like this.” Hitoshi reaches out to ruffle Eri’s hair and she squeals in protest, batting his hand away.

Eri holds up the oversized panda plushie he was talking about. It was comically bigger than her, and you had to bite back a laugh.

The moment you two spotted it in the claw machine outside Shinsou’s favorite cat cafe near campus, you knew you had to win it to add to her ever growing collection of stuffed animals.

With a grin, you remember the huge sigh of relief Shinsou let out when it finally fell into the chute.

“Duh he wouldn’t ‘cause you’re his twin!”

Hitoshi mock gasps. “Take that back.” And tickles her neck, barely dodging as you throw the pillow he threw earlier back at him.

“Woah!”

Except much, much harder.

“Don’t worry Eri, I'll protect you!” You grab another nearby pillow and throw it at him, which he easily catches in mid-air with one hand like it was a frisbee.

“Aw.” You pout. Mr. Aizawa was training him a little too good now.

Eri pats your arm to console you. “It’s okay I appre-shee—apree-shee—“

“Appreciate?” You offer, and her face brightens as she nods.

“Appree-shee-ate. You. For trying.” She finishes shyly.

“Aw, thank you Eri. I appreciate you too.”

Hitoshi’s eyes soften at the sight of you two.

“What about me?”

You scowl. “You can go duck yourself, Toshi.”

“Love you too.”

Eri suddenly gasps.

“Dad says that to Uncle Zashi too!”

Despite already knowing the answer, Hitoshi and you turn to look at her suspiciously.

“…Which one?”

As if he knows you’re talking about him, Aizawa yells down the hallway.

“Eri, brats, pizza’s here!”

─────────

“Can I have another hug?” Hitoshi asks coyly after class one day.

The bell had just rung, and you roll your eyes at his leaning form on the wall of the almost empty hallway.

Everyone was leaving for lunch.

Except you two, but that was Hitoshi’s fault.

“I just gave you one!”

“Oh no.” He places a dramatic palm to his forehead. “I think I’m going to pass out because of someone if I don’t get a hug in the next five seconds.”

“Greedy ass.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He hides a grin, shuffling closer to close the gap between your bodies.

Hitoshi smells like fresh linen with hints of sunshine, probably from his daily bike ride he took around campus before class started, and the coffee he brewed this morning.

A sense of comfort settles into your bones as the familiar scent envelopes you, and you breathe it in.

He softly tucks your head under his chin as you nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, your headache from taking the quiz in Ectoplasm’s class earlier now long gone.

“Did you know that when cats see that it's raining outside a window, they go to another window in the same room to check if it's still raining outside?” Hitoshi randomly whispers.

“I did not know that.” You giggle. His lips feel ticklish on your hair. “Does Celery do that too?”

“All the time.” Hitoshi grins. “I have a video from yesterday’s storm, I’ll show you in the cafeteria.”

“Ooh okay!”

He straightens, and takes your hand, your fingers easily lacing through his as you both start to head in the direction of the dining hall.

When you trip over nothing, he snorts, already expecting it, and catches your waist before you take a fall that will be difficult for your ego and your knees to recover from.

“Careful,” he says as you clutch onto his school uniform in relief, and you swear that already deep, smooth voice of his drops an octave on purpose, almost sending you to the ground again.

Hitoshi’s thumb is still tracing small circles on the back of your hand as the both of you join the line for the traditional school lunch. You could try a different cuisine tomorrow. On today’s menu was miso seaweed soup with a side of grilled fish and a milk bread roll along with, of course, rice.

You feel a vibration on the side of your leg, and for the umpteenth time this school year you thank UA for adding pockets to the school uniform’s skirts as you slip your phone out. The jellyfish charm Hitoshi got for your birthday last year dangles from your case.

Surprise, surprise, it’s the class group chat.

-forklift uncertified -

it’s barbie bitch

guysss guess what i sawwww

invisi-girl

IS IT TODOROKI IN A PINK TUTU

pikachew

girl what

invisi-girl

u guys don’t get the vision

i saw it in a dream last night

the rock

nah i get it dude

that would be so manly

ice spice

I would not be completely opposed to the idea

invisi-girl

SEE

it’s barbie bitch

it’s even better >_<

it’s barbie bitch

hitoshituckingyourhair

behindearwithasoftsmile.png

mochi cheeks

OHMYGOD!?1?2?2

SOCUTEEEEETES

airpods with wires

i saw that

airpods with wires

can yall not flirt before lunch

next time i’m gonna throw

up before i get to eat

sue you

AWWWW OUR LITTLE BABYS ALL GROWN UP

forensic balls [you]

FUCK U GUYS IM 17

yaomomo

exactly

a Baby :)

forensic balls [you]

yaoyao ur supposed

to be on my side </3

yaomomo

sorry my love i cannot

deny the facts </3

pikachew

Nahhh only shinsou can call her that guys ;))))

airpods with wires

wah wah wah

forensic balls [you]

one more word and i’m gonna change the gc name to fornite jiggle physics

sue you

yaomomo

No thank you

my chemical romance

what a mad banquet of darkness

it’s barbie bitch

babe look me in the

eyes this isn’t like you

forensic balls [you]

try me.

pikachew

DO ITTTTTTT

forensic balls [you]

ok just bc u told me to

i won’t now

scotch tape

dayum rip denks

forensic balls [you]

also not my fault u guys

have early ass birthdays smh

shirt guy

Senior citizen core fr

forensic balls [you]

ily midoriya

shirt guy

ilyt pookie xx

kazoo-ki

Girl u aint slick

shirt guy

You’re so late omg

pikachew

bro has us on mute

kazoo-ki

shut up dunce face

kazoo-ki

How tf do I change my name

mochi cheeks

LMFAO

wiki-how

Bakugo it is fairly simple.

wiki-how

First you click on your profile, then your personal settings.

wiki-how

From there you press “Change Display Name” and you should be able to enter your name of preference.

kazoo-ki

better than you

Thanks glasses ig

wiki-how

You are very welcome.

kiri the rock

nice one dude!

sue you

wow egotistical much

better than you

You wish yours was as big as mine

pikachew

that’s what he said

it’s barbie bitch

omg it just hit me

it’s barbie bitch

the first person to

finally get bitches in our class

it’s barbie bitch

i’m so happy i could cry

pikachew

I GET BITCHES

sue you

yeah over the screen

we're talking irl

pikachew

leave me and my otome games alone

forensic balls [you]

real

forensic balls [you]

AND IM NOT DATING HITOSHI

it’s barbie bitch

HITOSHI????????

airpods with wires

first name basis is crazy

forensic balls [you]

fuck i mean *shinsou

scotch tape

y’all smell that

the rock

peeeyew

pikachew

smells like sum bullshiiii

kazoo-ki

Could’ve fooled me

yaomomo

You aren’t??? :(

yaomomo

But I wrote a reminder to wish

you two happy anniversary and

even bought tea to celebrate!

forensic balls [you]

….for what date

yaomomo

April 1st :(

forensic balls [you]

………………

airpods with wires

@ it’s barbie bitch we can see u

across the cafeteria u are BAWLING

eyebags

what the fuck

Hitoshi bites back a laugh as your widened eyes meet his, glancing up from your phone.

“Not dating, huh?” He grins.

You groan and pinch his arm. “I panicked okay! I didn’t know what to tell them.”

“Hmm, do you want me to?”

“I mean, only if you want to.” You shyly play with his fingers.

“I kind of like us being a secret from them for a little longer. It feels… nice.”

Hitoshi smiles. “I know what you mean.” He wrinkles his nose. “Though they’re so nosy it looks like they figured it out already.”

“Pffft, yeah.” Mina could definitely sniff out a relationship from miles away, no matter how much PDA you tried to sneakily do in empty hallways.

Hitoshi squeezes your hand in reassurance.

“I like it too.” He leans over, and your eyes are forced to meet the dark violet of his.

The side of Hitoshi’s soft-looking lips, courtesy of the strawberry chapstick he stole from you before class this morning, quirk up as he looks down at you with soft eyes, the ones he reserves for you and random cats he sees on the road.

“Chapstick thief,” you mutter.

“Oh, you want it back?” Hitoshi grins. “Kiss it off me then.”

Your cheeks grown warm. “Not here!”

“Good,” He smirks.

“I prefer keeping you all to myself, anyway.”

─────────

“What’s wrong?”

He’s crouching down so that your eyes have no choice but to meet his from your spot on the bean bag.

He gently pushes the switch in your hands down to your lap and pokes your thigh. You squirm away ticklishly.

“Tell me.”

“No.” You huff, picking your switch back up. “I just wanna play Stardew, leave me alone.”

“Darling.”

Your face flushes at the pet name, and he smirks. His secret weapon still works without fail. Hitoshi didn’t even need to activate his quirk to have you under his thumb.

“You’re not going to feel better if you keep it in. Tell me what’s wrong.”

His nails are still pink, you faintly notice, trying to distract yourself from your very attractive, very insistent boyfriend in front of you with his comforting hands placed on your thighs.

You painted his left hand, and Eri painted his right at the last sleepover you had together. She had insisted that he should match nails with her this time, since she matched with him last week.

It was already terrible and impressive that Hitoshi was a people-reader, even worse that he knew what to do to make you fold so easily and open up.

Curse you Hitoshi, you and your disposition for healthy communication.

You should have never recommended that therapist to him.

“I don’t know,” you finally mumble. He tilts his head, showing you that he’s listening.

“I just feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Deserve what, sweetheart?” He asks. The softness in his voice is unbearable and what you've been bottling up for weeks finally spills out.

“I feel like I don’t deserve it when good things happen to me.”

Hitoshi blinks, then lets out a snort. Which turns into a full blown laugh coming from his chest.

You shove his face away and he falls on his butt, still chuckling.

“You’re making fun of me!” You say indignantly.

“Sorry, sorry, I just–” He coughs, and takes a breath to recollect himself.

“You say a lot of dumb shit and I think that's the worst thing I’ve heard you say.”

You pout. “I’m feeling very invalidated right now.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes, and his hands reclaim their spot on your skin, except this time he’s gently cupping your face in his hands.

He’s not used to comforting people, but you can see that he’s trying.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and you inhale sharply. “You’re kind, you’re intelligent, and I see you try so hard everyday. You always do a good job when you set your sights on something. Why don’t you deserve good things?”

“I don’t know.” Your gaze is numbly pinned to the silver chain around his neck, the one with a little crescent moon on it that he wears everyday, not even taking it off when he goes to sleep. The one you gave to him.

“That’s okay.”

His thumbs caress your cheeks, and you think you can breathe a little easier.

“Let's think of it this way,” Hitoshi says, still cupping your cheeks, grounding you. “It’s not about whether you deserve it or not. Do you want it?”

You finally meet his eyes, and answer with a voice shakier than you’d like it to be.

“I do. I want good things for myself.”

“Atta girl,” Hitoshi says with a proud quirk of his lips.

You stare at him, your heart suspended in your chest, feeling better but still looking a bit unsure.

Hitoshi notices this from the way you start biting the inside of your cheek, and he leans his forehead against yours. You freeze.

He smells like fruit, like freshly washed blueberries and those ripe strawberries in the kitchen in the dorm’s fridge. “That’s more than enough. We can work from there.”

There’s still a worried furrow between your eyebrows.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can go to the aquarium you love this weekend.”

He smirks as you perk up at that, drinking up the rare, shy expression suddenly on your face again, and leans down to your ear.

“You’re so easy,” Hitoshi whispers.

You grumble, you could hear that stupid grin in his voice.

“Sorry, I can't hear you with your face in my chest.”

You raise your head to glare at him and his heart soars. There was his girl.

God, his smug face was starting to irritate you more and more. "I said that if you were my husband I'd poison your tea!"

“If you were my wife, I'd drink it."

─────────

-thot pockets -

it's barbie bitch

omg guess who i just saw

cuddling in front of the tv

it's barbie bitch

youwrappedlikeaburritoinhitoshisarms.png

dating allegation #1

MINA WTF DELETE THAT

dating allegation #1

WHY R U STALKING US

[dating allegation #2 saved an image]

dating allegation #1

BRO WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON

dating allegation #1

PURPLE MINION LOOKING BITCH

dating allegation #2

ok forensic penis

dating allegation #2

who changed my user

pikachew

cuz u guys are NOT beating

them :laughcry::laughcry:

ice spice

I am just confused as to why

you two are sitting on each other

ice spice

When the rest of the couch

appears to be unoccupied

ice spice

Perhaps this is a new

procreation method?

mochi cheeks

TODORKIWHATHAHVDHSHA

pikachew

LMDFAOOOOOOOOO

ice spice

dating allegation #1

WHATTHEFUKC

the rock

never change bro

sue you

IACTAULKYLCANT BREATHE HELP

it’s barbie bitch

ME NEITEHHR

dating allegation #2

Whenever my eyebags get darker

dating allegation #2

Just know I blame it on all of you

─────────

“Celery?” You mutter, rubbing your bleary eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Mrow.” The cat continues eating the slice of… pizza? On your chest.

It looks like the one that you and Hitoshi ordered earlier after quizzing each other for Present Mic’s exam.

“I love you so much but I am so confused.”

You reach for your phone to text Hitoshi, your still-asleep hands fumbling a bit on the nightstand.

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

you [12 hrs ago]

literally us <3

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

want to order takeout and

watch ouran highschool after

we study for tmrws exam

you [12 hrs ago]

yes please omg

you [now – 03:24]

hey

can u explain why ur daughter

is eating pizza on my boobs

at 3am

toshi [03:30]

whar

toshi [03:31]

OHfMGOD

CELERU

Not even five minutes later, he’s knocking on the door to your room. You open it, and the sight of a very sleepy looking Hitoshi greets you. His already unruly bedhead is even messier than usual and you’re pretty sure he’s wearing his shirt backwards. Did he put it on before coming over?

Wait.

You blink, long and hard, banishing the thoughts of a groggy, very shirtless Hitoshi lying in his bed, with the light of his phone screen illuminating his handsome features as he replies to your text. Those four hours of sleep must finally be hitting you.

Hitoshi sees you blinking, and takes it as a sign you’re still in shock at the pizza monster in your lap.

He gives an awkward pat to your shoulder in reassurance.

“I think this is just how she shows affection.” Hitoshi stares down at Celery fondly.

The way you stroke her fur so softly makes his chest feel warm and tingly.

“Does she eat leftover pizza off your chest at three in the morning?”

“...No.”

“Hah. She said she likes me better. ” You smirk victoriously. “Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The calico cat purrs as you scratch her ears, a bit of tomato sauce under her chin. Hitoshi exaggeratedly puts his hand over his heart at this scene of betrayal.

“Seriously? Celery, I took you off those streets and raised you like I was the one pregnant with you for nine months.”

“Mrow.” She bumps her head against your hand.

“Pfft, give it up Toshi. It’s time for you to hand over the adoption papers.”

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “Or we could just share custody.”

“What?” Your cheeks grow warm. “You want me to be her mom?”

“I mean you kind of already are. Look at her,” he says, eyes softening as he looks at the two of you.

Celery has her paw on your arm. After eating until her little tummy was full, she was already starting to doze off.

“She takes after me.”

You let out a derisive snort.

“Yeah you looked just like that after our binge marathon today too."

“Not in that way.”

He smirks at your confused reaction.

“Then what do you mean–”

At that moment, Celery decides it’s the perfect time to snuggle into your tank top, smearing what’s left of the pizza on her face all over it.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen. He laughs, covering his mouth.

You’ve never been so glad you chose to wear black to sleep.

─────────

“Trouble child, you’re here.”

“Hi Mr. Aizawa.” You roll your eyes. “When are you going to stop calling me that, it’s getting old.”

“When you stop getting into trouble.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“The kid’s almost ready.” He snorts. “About damn time. Been up since six.”

“He has?” Your eyes widen. “For what?”

Your teacher smirks. “Nerves. Isn’t this his, what, tenth time taking you out though?”

A flustered Hitoshi suddenly appears from behind him with a light pink dusting his cheeks and steers Aizawa back to the door. “O-okay dad that’s enough.”

He’s cutely dressed in a soft-looking grey cardigan over a white shirt and black wide-legged pants.

This had to be the most boyfriend he’s looked, ever, and he looked very boyfriend all of the time.

“Hitoshi?” You do a little twirl for him in your own outfit. “Fire or nah?”

He looks up from his phone, where he’s googling the bus route to the aquarium, except his eyes linger. Without skipping a beat, he responds.

“Fire.”

“Toshi, you’re staring.”

“Of course I’m staring.” He says it with a tone like 'what else would I be doing?'

You shyly fidget with the edge of your shorts. “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Hitoshi reaches out a hand, like he hasn't just casually left you breathless, and his own eyes soften as he notices your starry-eyed look.

“Let’s go, you crybaby.”

“Damn. I was going to say you look handsome too, but I don’t remember being the one who sobbed my eyes out watching Your Name last night.”

The tips of his ears turn red.

“Shut up.”

“Was like our fifth rewatch too.”

“Shut up before I kiss you.”

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both."

‧₊˚ 🐚 ✩ ₊˚ 🌊 ⊹ 𓇼

Hitoshi’s lips twitch as he sees your eyes light up at the sight of the sign pointing in the jellyfish exhibit’s direction. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks.” You grin. “You’re slow.”

You take him by the arm, your brain faintly registering how muscular his bicep is despite holding it so many times, and drag him along.

In their tanks, the glow of the moon jellies fills the darkness in front of them as other visitors murmur around you two in awe. Blue light reflects off the water and through the glass, illuminating your boyfriend’s dreamy features and you can’t help but admire how pretty he looks.

Hitoshi turns from watching the jellyfish to face you, fingers now lacing through yours. You don’t look away.

A soft smile flickers across his face when he catches you staring at him.

“This reminds me of when we first met.”

You smile. You remember. He was the one Mina relentlessly teased you for staring at, which you completely denied at the time.

“Why’re you so thirsty?” You remember her whispering into your ear at the Sports Festival in your first year. The both of you were sitting in your class’s designated spots in the stands.

Your eyes had widened, scandalized.

“I am not!”

“Please. You’re totally staring at him.”

“Who?”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” She grinned. “Cute, right?”

Of course she paid attention when they announced his name specifically.

You could never remember anyone’s, and she probably saw you looking at his picture for a little too long when it appeared on the Jumbotron’s screen, announcing that his match with Oijiro was about to begin.

“Not really,” you lied, a bad attempt at feigning disinterest.

Like your eyes hadn’t been trailing down his lean figure the moment his next match started.

Or noticing how attractive it was the way he casually folded his arms when he taunted Midoriya, or wondering in your mind if his perpetual bed-head was as soft as it looks.

Mina turned to you, smirking at your slightly dazed expression.

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I told him you had some questions about his quirk and wanted to talk about it after this, riiight?”

“What?” You shake your head furiously. “I mean his quirk is really interesting but–ugh Mina, no!”

“For the plot!” She waggled her eyebrows.

You nudged her knee with a huff. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Nooo, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Mina eyed you cheekily. “I won’t call him over.”

“Oh thank god.”

“But only if you admit he’s your type.”

You groan. “Okay fine. I think he’s hot, happy?”

“Very.” Your best friend laughs, pure happiness indeed written all over her face. You can see the matchmaking gears already turning in her head. “I just know you too well, babe.”

You roll your eyes. “Sometimes I really wish you didn’t.”

“Come on, you guys would be so cute together though.” She sighs dreamily. “Forensic sight and mind-control? Plus you’re both hot as fuck? Talk about a power couple.”

“....I think I’m going to go sit with Yaomomo instead.”

Recalling the memory, you laugh. “I know, we kept accidentally making eye contact after your second match because our seats were right across from each other.”

“That awkward prolonged eye contact in the stands might’ve been how I started crushing on you.”

You smirk. “You had a crush on me? That's so embarrassing.”

“I know.” He rolls his eyes, softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Worst decision of my life.”

You hold Hitoshi’s hand tighter as you step closer to his side to get a better view of the tank.

“Glad the feeling is mutual.”

You spot it before he does.

“Oh my god Toshi. We need to get this for Eri.”

He spins around from the collection of the aquarium’s official shirts for sale, a shirt with a print of a whale shark in his hands.

“Wha–oh my god.”

Hitoshi stares at the giant penguin plushie you’re holding in front of you.

It was bigger than you–no, bigger than him even.

“Not sure if it’s going to fit on the train home, but we’ll make it work.”

─────────

"Can you teach me how to draw a unicorn too, Eri?" Hitoshi asks.

You had already asked Eri before him seconds ago so you stick your tongue out at Hitoshi, mouthing ‘copycat,’ and he tilts his head down to quickly kiss your neck, making you giggle.

He still has a pink bow wrapped around his bicep from when you three played dress up an hour ago, and you fight the urge to laugh again at how silly he looks.

Eri is too focused on her drawings to care about either of you, and after she scribbles around a little more, she turns to face her older brother.

“Yeah!” She hands him a red crayon. “Okay, so first you draw half of a circle.”

Hitoshi follows Eri’s instructions.

He lifts his hand, which nearly covers the paper, to reveal a red ‘C’ that looks like it got run over by a truck.

“No, no not like that! Erase it.” She frowns disapprovingly, hands on her hips. “You’re really bad at this Hito-nii.”

“Please Eri-sensei. I'm trying my best.”

“Try harder!” She turns away with a huff, then peers over at your paper.

“Ooh yours looks so good!” Eri claps, and you smile proudly.

“It’s all thanks to you, Eri.” You reach out to fix her pigtail that was starting to slip out of the cat-patterned scrunchie, and she giggles, holding still for you.

Hitoshi grumbles. “This smells like favoritism.”

“That’s ‘cause your unicorn looks Celery’s poop!” Eri chirps. Then she runs away to the kitchen right before you double over in laughter at Hitoshi’s extremely offended face, clutching onto his broad shoulders for support.

“She said your drawing looks like shit!” You snort, and he groans.

Celery’s ears perk up in Hitoshi’s lap and she meows, looking in your direction. You hold out your arms. “Celery, you want uppies?”

She ignores them and decides to sit in your lap instead, purring softly.

“Mrow.”

“Yeah? And then what?” You coo, gently rubbing her fuzzy forehead, and her eyes close in contentment.

She mewls again, pawing at your sock and you laugh.

“Okay, okay I’ll tell him.”

Looking up at Hitoshi, he tilts his head the same way Celery does when you talk to her.

You bite back a laugh, you’re not sure who’s the cat in the room at this point.

“What did she say?” He asks you curiously.

All you do is blink slowly at him in response.

Hitoshi’s brows knit in confusion.

Then his eyes widen, a soft pink starting to color his cheeks.

Shyly, he slowly blinks back.

Suddenly, the gray-haired girl comes back from the kitchen, apples Aizawa sliced like rabbits for her on a plate in her hands.

You’re still slowly blinking at each other as she walks through the door.

Eri looks at the both of you weirdly.

“What are you two doing?”

“Mrow.”

teehee hitoshi’s the pb to ur jelly(fish) get it

#shinsou lovers pls find my acc i love u ur so sexy #i think it’s funny bc u like fish and hitoshi likes cats so he jokes abt eating u LOL #i wanted to give it like a shoujo-y skip and loafer kinda title :3 #fellow shinsou enjoyers i hope u like it #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #mha x reader #mha oneshot #shinsou fluff #mha fluff #bnha x reader #ALSO ik it's a very common hc but shinsou would not use lavender scented products bc they're toxic to cats!!! HE WOULDNT RISK IT #would also not use a diffuser for his sleep sorry bc the oils from it can harm cats and their fur :/#he just thugs it out and drinks chamomile tea or smth #takes a melatonin every night #stop the shinsou smells like lavender allegations #bffr he would hate lavender purely for the fact that it’s poisonous to cats #I think shinsou would enjoy bath and body works scents #tho

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| I am my father's daughter |

💖 Dad!Price x Daughter!reader

PART TWO: Agreeing to let Toff check you over, you make the decision of whether not you want to stay with your dad or just take off, which would be so much easier.

TW: Hurt/angst/mentions of abuse/comfort/ complicated father-daughter relationship/some TF141 too.

🔈Readers view of John is different, he’s come and gone in her life etc so she thinks he’s not that great. So don’t send me hate

[Part one] [Series masterlist] 3026words

Toff lived up to her nickname, no letters dropped at the end of her words like the team your dad had around him. No she was posh, well spoken and had the accent of someone that came from old money.

The gold designer watch on her wrist and the rock of an engagement ring, also telling enough. Her fingers prodded the yellowing bruise on your rib cage, the rock dazzling under the light, blinding you each time she moved.

She doesn't fit in, too put together compared to the likes of your father. He's still wearing some sort of hat, whether its the ridiculous army bucket hat or a snug knitted fisherman one, if he's not it's stuffed in his back pocket. You're convinced he's still got the same Levi jeans, a few added scrapes and as he says, they wear well. There's an array of plaid and flannel shirts in varying colours hanging in his wardrobe, like another uniform he wears on his downtime instead of his camo gear.

Your dad had slipped that she went to some prestigious medical school before working in the military. Not that it mattered it to you, you'd see a vet if it meant they wouldn't talk to your dad.

Thankfully she made your dad wait in the hall, her office door shut as she assessed you. If you got this over with, you could leave and not have to speak of it ever again. You could just imagine him pacing the hallway, halting to greet the soldiers calling him captain and then resuming his pacing.

Being the Captain’s daughter also meant you had a shared family health plan with him. One you’d never heard of before. He did use to remind you to go for dental and medical check ups, but moving around when you were younger made it difficult. Your mother reluctant to fill out forms to sign you up to a new doctor’s surgery because she wasn’t sure if the new home was long term. Shocker, they never were.

"You won't, uh tell my dad?" You asked as you rolled the layers of clothing back down.

Toff tipped your chin up with her finger, "all patient records are confidential, even if your dad's Captain Price." She pushed her chair back wheeling it to the desk and picking up a pair of tweezers, sliding back to you.

She peered over her thick framed glasses at you, turning your face side to side inspecting the gash above your brow. The metal of the tweezer cool against your skin, she prodded the tape drawing back with a nod of satisfaction.

"Soap patched you up well," Toff said handing you a plastic cup of water and some painkillers.

"Sorry, what," you blurted out, choking on the water.

Humming Toff nodded, "he's good with light touch, probably why your dad got him to fix you up whilst you were out cold." She managed to get hold of some of your medical records, which she requested last night. No doubt your dad had called as soon as you fell asleep in the car and asked her for a favour.

You muttered a string of curse words under your breath, did the whole bloody army base know what happened last night? Toff was too busy reading your record, brows scrunching as she double clicked the mouse.

"You broke your wrist six years ago, but never had surgery," she said, turning the computer screen for you to see the x-ray. "The follow up on here, shows your bone moved during it was in a cast, but your guardian refused surgery." Her pen circling the area of the screen for you.

"We were moving and it felt fine," you shrugged, looking down at your wrist. You wondered if your dad knew about that one.

"Does it bother you now?" Toff said, returning to you and picking up your right wrist, pushing your sleeve up. "Huh, there's a lump there, does that hurt? Any regular pain? Does it restrict you from doing certain things, this is your dominant hand?" Her hazel eyes snapped up to yours as you snatched your wrist back and shoved the sleeve back down.

All of her questions spun around in your head, you hadn't even thought about the pain when there was other things to worry about.

Toff stood from her chair, palms raised as if you were going to bolt out of the room, you wanted to.

"Sorry, didn't mean to pry. Is that all you need me to take a look at?"

"Yes, thanks,” you snapped, flinging your hoody back on and zipping it up.

You're ready to bid your dad goodbye and never look back, but as you swung the door open you crashed into the back of someone else.

Soap's light touch kept you upright, you're trying not to think of him patching you up whilst you slept. The thought alone making you feel pathetic, small in his presence. Like you can't even look after yourself.

“Captain got called in,” Soap said, as if that’s supposed to mean anything to you. You’re used to him coming and going, more focused on his job than you.

More interested in his team, how he so easily referred to Soap as son. You haven’t even been there for a day and he’s found another family, leaving you to feel like a spare part. You want to hate Soap, but you don’t know him. Don’t know your dad the way they do.

The walls began to press in and you took off down the narrow corridor, your sight on the world outside. You needed fresh air, needed to catch your breath and not fall apart in front of Soap.

"Hey, woah," Soap called after you, his boots stomping as he tried to catch up. "dammit slow down would ya, like a fuckin’ greyhound."

You forced the door open with a bit too much force and they slammed against the stairs railing as you rushed down the steps.

"I am not a dog!" You spun around, jabbing his chest with your finger. The cool air swept your hair across your face, drawing a deep breath from you. You watched Soap's chest rise and fall as if he was coaching your breathing.

He tucked the curtain of hair shielding your eyes behind your ear, "feel better now?"

“I’d feel a whole lot better if you signed me out right now.” You raised your brow, wincing at the tape pulling it tight.

Soap shook his head, falling into step beside you. He waved, signalling for the guard to let you both through the gate back into the residential area “Your dad’s a good man, why don’t you give him a chance?”

“Because I’m not a soldier, he had his chance six years ago.” The three years he didn’t reach out, didn’t bother checking in on you. Only to find out he had another kid, another family.

You didn’t miss the tic of his jaw or the gulp he took. All the little signs you looked for when you said the wrong thing, you were good at noticing the change in people. Knew how even the nicest ones could change like a flick of a switch.

Soap leant down, face close to yours that you could feel his hot breath fanning the curve of your nose. “Look, if you’re only here to piss off your dad, I’ll sign you out right now. Hell I’ll even take the blame for you leaving, just don’t go asking him about six years ago.”

“Got it,” you said, voice low but good enough for him to hear. The tension in your body kept you in place, breath trembling as he backed off and started walking ahead.

You trailed after him, keeping your distance incase he turned around again. The beating of your heart drummed against your chest, palms sweating as you balled them up inside your pockets.

Why were you so pathetic when confronted? You could just hear your dad’s voice in the back of your head telling you to knee him in the groin. Take up some space so they can’t take all of yours.

Space, exactly what you needed after being stuck in house with a team of men. You slipped through the front door, not glancing at Soap as you rushed to the safety of your dad’s room.

Shutting the door, you pressed your back against the wood panel. The lock sliding into place, your body slumping to the floor and arms wrapping around your legs as you brought them into your chest.

Your small area of safety calming you. After a moment of silence, you picked yourself up and climbed under the duvet. The memory foam mattress too hard on your back that you flipped over on your stomach, closing your eyes.

The constant buzzing of your phone drew you out of your sleep, your eyes heavy as you squinted at the window. You don't know why your dad opened the blinds, the sun making it harder for you to focus. His half of the bed smooth and tucked underneath the mattress, not a crease in sight till you tugged the duvet.

Numb tingles danced across your upper back, you groaned into your pillow and attempted to roll your shoulder. Searing pain stopping you before you could rise from the bed.

Eying the alarm clock, you stumbled out of the room and down the hallway to the bathroom. You're glad the others are training this afternoon and you can sort this out yourself. It can't be that bad.

You pulled your hoody over your head, wincing at the pull of your arm stretching the skin across your shoulder blade.

Peering over your shoulder, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and your fingers pressing into the red skin. A weeping wound oozed yellow pus just right of your back below your neck. You'd forgotten about the graze, too distracted by Toff questioning your broken wrist.

You added a little more pressure and clutched the edge of the sink, black dots lining your vision. You heard the thud before you felt your body fall to the floor.

Sweat ran down your forehead, the cool tiles beneath you a welcome addition against the heat of your skin. Since when were you so hot? your breaths quickened as you tried to focus on your phone across the bathroom. Your hand aching to reach for it.

Maybe if you just rested for a little.

John couldn't wait to sit outside and have a cigar. The day had knocked him, your call in the early hours of the morning throwing him off track and his duties as a captain, a father. He hated how he got called away whilst he waited for Toff to check you over, hoping to catch you before you went on another stroll around the base to get away from his questioning.

He pulled his boots off and added them to the shoes lined up by the door, the living room and kitchen were clear. The mumbled tones of his teammates drew his attention to the hallway. He dragged a hand down his face, hoping he wouldn't have to readjust yet another bathroom schedule.

John joined the guys huddled by the closed bathroom door, looking around Soap for a clue of what the hell they were doing. "I mean we could shimmy the door open, pop it out of the frame with a bit of force," Ghost said, his calloused hand tracing the wood.

They’re all covered in sweat from their training session. Thinking they’d revert back to their bathroom schedules like normal, but they’re locked out. Only the new recruits use the communal showers.

"I don't think kickin’ the door in, is gonna make the lass feel safe." Soap said, arm shooting across the guys before they could move. The warped door's been wreaking havoc since they were assigned the house, but they haven't been bothered about taking it off and shaving it down or replacing the temperamental lock. That or wait on the long list of maintenance services.

“What the hell are you boneheads going on about?” John grumbled, their heads snapping towards him as they finally realised he was there. He glanced to the lock picking device in Ghost’s hand and the dagger wedged into the crack of the door.

“The doors locked, she was talking a second ago…” Gaz winced as the captain’s fist banged against the door shaking the whole wall.

John held his hand over his shoulder silencing them all behind him, his head titling as he tried to listen for any movement. Another knock on the door, "hey kiddo, you alright in there? If you can hear me give me something, anything."

A light tap bounced back, the tension in the captains shoulders easing at the sound.

"Can't kick the door in, there ain’t enough room in there for it to fall. Could hurt her," Gaz said, he yanked the dagger out of the door and shoved it back into Soap's hand.

"Could take the window out and go in that way." Ghost added, as if they were planning to scale a building and ambush a rogue team.

Their mumbled voices merged together in the cramped hallway.

"Window it is."

Gaz volunteered to climb through the second floor window and break the lock from the inside. John holding his breath as he waited on the other side, his chest stung at the sight of you in Gaz's arms. The ringing in his ear and the hands pushing him forwards kept him in tow behind Gaz. You were so pale, words slurred and hand dropping over his arm like a dead weight.

John was no stranger to the infirmary, he'd been sat either at someone's bedside or the unconscious one receiving aid. What he wasn't used to though, was his daughter strung up with an IV and sleeping off the medication Toff had given her.

Nurses flitted back and forth from the bed, herding John to the side as they assessed you. Gaz and Soap had gone back to the house to sleep, Ghost fixed the door and the lock and stopped by to give the captain a strong flask of coffee leaving straight after.

The constant questions, ones he didn't know since he'd never been asked before. How could he not know if you were allergic to anything or if there were any underlying health issues? It hadn't even been two days since you'd come back into his life and he didn't know you at all.

Hours had passed since Gaz had carried you through the house and to the infirmary. Your skin pale and clammy, hair sticking to your forehead. He'd never seen you like that, lost for words as he trailed after them.

The marks of another man's grasp circled your bicep, green bruise fading, but visible as you laid in the bed. John thought the split lip and gashes on your head and brow were bad, the wound on your back much worse. Couldn't understand how you carried the pain so well, as if you'd mastered putting up with it. That scared him.

He nodded to the nurse as she finished her shift, the clipboard at the end of your bed falling to the floor. He picked it up flicking through the pages and shuffling them back into the file. His hands hesitating as he read your name, Marston not Price. Was he that detached from your life that you'd dropped his last name? He'd even put his surname for you when he'd signed you into the base and you hadn't said anything when you looked at the visitor pass.

A hand smoothed across his back, chair scraping along the floor beside him. “Lucky girl, Cap. Mild case of sepsis, good that you caught on to it early and brought her in," Toff said, she leant her elbows on her knees and ducked her head to catch John's gaze.

He couldn't glance at her though, his gaze on his hand on top of yours. "You were supposed to check her over," he snarled, more angry at himself for not paying enough attention than at Toff.

"She didn't show me the wound on her back, just some bruising and the marks on her face that were visible. If I'd have known John..." Her words cut off by John's hand patting her knee.

"How she looking?"

"You caught it in the early stages, could be a few days or a week or more. She'll need to be monitored here and make sure the infection has gone. A wound like that though with the placement, would have made it difficult for her to tend to herself." Toff flicked through the medical chart, eyes flitting to the heart monitor as she walked around the bed.

John didn't want to think about you alone, isolated from people that could help and care for you. How you lacked a family and friends to lean on during those times. His mind consumed with finding whoever did this to you. Ghost had already asked him if he wanted him to look into it.

Toff hooked up another bag of IV, silently bidding him goodbye and returning to her office over the other side of the infirmary. Door ajar incase she was needed.

A twitch of your finger tapped against John's, followed by the hurried beat of the heart monitor. You whimpered in to the pillow, rapid movement fluttering under your eyelids.

“You’re okay, kid. Just relax, your old man’s right here,” he said, adjusting your pillow and smoothing your hair out of the way.

“Captain,” you slurred, lazy smile tugging your lips. You struggled to keep your eyes open, but you clutched his pointer finger like you used to as a kid.

You’d called him Captain as a kid, your mother’s doing as she used to tell you stories about daddy becoming one, one day. Playing soldiers whenever he came home and he’d always let you be the captain, your little voice commanding him to play.

"I've got you kid, you're safe."

[PART THREE]

- thank you for all your lovely comments on the first part!! :) more parts to come soon! Hope you liked it - Leya

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Rivals For The Pussy

EREN YEAGER x black!reader x JEAN KIRSTEIN

Summary

__Black!reader is a pretty little self made pornstar. To gather more money for her obnoxiously pink room, she gives the opportunity for two men to come fuck her like she’s a little ragdoll.. but what happens when the two men know each other? And not in great light…

Content

__black!reader, female!reader, Jean is an eater, they talk shit about each other while fucking you, anal, creampies, choking, praise, double penetration, oral(sucking dick), one kiss from Eren :) Jean eats your pussy and ass, squirting ofc, hair pulling, dirty talk

___brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

A/n

Please send ideas!

Lightning passed right before your very eyes. That white, crispy line of fire intimidating you. It erupted a Innocent laughter from you, worry all throughout as you tilted your head.

“You two must know each other?” You worriedly spoke, hoping you didn’t spark some sort of issue. How were you supposed to know if these two had anything to do with each other? With the way they were just glaring at each other's deep souls, there was surely intentional friction. But, you had hoped this would pass.

Sure, the two men were staring each other down but you couldn’t help but notice their sexy attributes. Standing in your brightly pink, frilly room were two tall hunks of meat.

It was about two days ago, you could see that your room was becoming a bit boring for you. How funny that was, considering the room had pink lighting, pink carpet, pink bedding and everything else was a shade of pink. Someone threw up pink in your room, and yet you deemed it not good enough. You needed more things, more plushies to be in the background of your naughty videos… More things to dirty up, more things to use while creaming to your heart's content.

With that, you gave a simple but effective solution to your problem. Your fans were rowdy, they begged to have a chance to show you their talents.. how fast they could make you cum, how fast they could get you to give up that pretty little asshole. But, you needed money. So, a bid was practically put on your body. Maybe it was a bit raunchy, but you simply didn’t care enough… as long as they had the money. And all men were easily manipulated with your banging body, so you gained money alright.

40k and 50k

The second you even woke up and saw such money, life as you knew it changed. What crazy things pussy could make a man do. However, the most fortunate thing was seeing that these two men were drop dead gorgeous… even more so in front of you.

“Imma put a bullet in your head the second this is over with..” Eren, that was his name. His eyes were such a pretty color, it sparked adventure and dreams but also dares. He stood at around 6’0 and had dark brown, chocolate colored hair that was halfway pulled back while the rest of his strands fell on his shoulders. As of right now, his face was heavily agitated. His big veiny hands were stuffed deep in the pockets of his grey, soft sweatpants that were untied and revealing just a slight v line on his fair skin. And as your precious eyes trailed up, you could watch how his black tank caressed his core muscles and laid against his bulky wide shoulders.

You could only swallow, fantasies planted deep into your mind as his icy chain jolted when he spoke eagerly. Or when his sharp jaw tensed up.

“Don’t scare her. You damn sure can’t scare me but you’ll scare the pretty lady.. and she’s the one that invited us here dumbass..” Jean, his name was a bit weird off the tongue, however you wouldn’t mind screaming it. He had a sexy goatee, and his lips were inviting. His smirk was more on the teasing side, his seductive eyes even glancing towards you. That’s before he reached out towards you. This man’s arm was veiny, they were so prominent. All you could do was stand there, staring pathetically at his face. He had lighter brown hair, like a tiramisu color and it was a little on the messier side, but it fit him nicely. Just like his shirt, as his shirt was black, more compression type and he also wore sweatpants. However, his pants were white just like his teeth, and his teeth shined just like his diamond earring.

It all caught you in a world wind, especially when you were pulled in front of Jean. The back of your body was firmly pressed against him, a little yelp exiting. You had to realize that Jean was just a tad bit taller at 6’2, but at the same time, Eren’s attitude was heavy.

“Ain’t that right, doll.. tell him to just let it all go.. before I have my hand at fucking you first.” Jean was speaking, and you could feel the deep dark rumble from his chest as he did. Your face was crumbling up in a worried manner, but it was exciting. Were these two gang members? You could only think so… but that was the least of your worries. You were just hoping that wasn’t a gun shoved in Eren’s pants.

Eren looked as if he could snarl like a dog, but his eyes weakened when looking at you. He’s the one that put 50k on what’s in front of him. He put money down on you. Honestly, he figured it was a good investment.. his cock needed to be drained and what was wrong with draining it inside of you?

The two men knew what they were getting into, they both indulged in your videos.. practically knew each video by heart. What timestamp you'd cum, what timestamp you’d spray the screen with your juices. Maybe it was an addiction, but they didn’t want to call it that. How could anyone not be entranced with you? Your pretty, fluffy, little lashes with your glossy lips. Maybe it was your body that squeezed into that tiny little pink two piece. The top had a cute bunny on it with thin straps, it was a cute bralette. That, along with the tiny little shorts that slightly dug in your thighs.. gifting them that plump look.

Pink really did suit your brown skin, they could both agree with that.

“The camera’s been rollin’ for a minute now… I just wanted you two ta’ meet but I guess that’s out the window…” you mumbled, the air a tad bit lighter than it was before, but that’s because you were just pleading Eren with your sweet eyes. “Let’s just have a good time…?” It was the fact that you didn’t even know these men that well, and here you were trying to make them act right together. “Either that or I’m not letting you two fuck me at all..” might’ve been a bit naughty to say, but the way their eyes darted to you was like a bird seeing its prey.

That was all you had to mutter, they figured it might be beneficial for them to speak nothing of the outside while here. Besides, after your shorter form decided to press your knees down into the floorboards, all their thoughts were wiped. There was the occasional glare or two, but the heat of their internal battles were insignificant as your sparkly lips would suck on one plump tip to the other.

You felt like a cute, cheap whore.

Your nails were medium long, pretty little charms on each nail. Eren’s cock had the pleasure of having hello kitty charms wrapped around his cock while Jean had the luck of having Strawberry shortcake. Truly you were cute, the two could admit that without problem. Watching you destroy your own throat to pleasure them was the best thing your fan’s have seen yet.

Saliva was dripping down your chin as your eyes rolled back unwillingly, only slightly choking on Eren’s long, curved cock. It was so pretty and thick, his tip was a bit on the darker side, but pink. It was kissing the back of your throat as your lips grazed the two thick veins that warned you of the danger ahead.

“Shit-…” Eren couldn’t believe the shiver that ran through him, his eyes not leaving your face for a second. That’s until his anger was deep within as he watched your other hand jerking Jean’s cock off. So, he ended up glaring Jean’s way.. but they were both so pink in the face that nothing could come of it. That especially was true when you slowly reached your lips to touch his pelvis. A significant bulge was seen in your throat only for a second before pulling away and spitting on his cock. A little shaky breath left your lips as you began to move your hand back and forth and back and forth… Eren’s lower stomach tightened. He couldn’t believe this sight.

His precum mixed with your drool was dripping from your lips and chin, right down to that pretty cleavage of yours. That’s the problem though, the second you turned your head to Jean, Eren’s strong hand went down to your chest. His hands were rough, but his touch was gentle as he lifted the tiny fabric up off of your breasts. Your precious nipples looked even more amazing in person.

“Swirl around my tip baby, please..” Jean was obviously more relaxed than Eren, due to his teasing personality. He hasn’t thought of the rivalry once after you got down on your knees. And considering your now slightly glossy lips were around his dick, he couldn’t think about much. That pink tongue of yours slowly swirled around in your mouth, abusing his tip which was a light pink. Jean’s cock was more on the thin side but was absolutely long. A part of you was quite happy that he was more sensitive on his tip.

Slurping up the precum that came from him, you just made a soft moan. Jean felt the vibrations rip through, and it made him buckle. It felt so good that he had to grip at your hair. Jean nor Eren were virgins, but neither had such a bad lil thing on their cocks before. They couldn’t believe how horny they were, how eager they were to get their hands on you. They felt like demons. They wanted to rush their cocks into you so badly. So much, that Jean’s grip on your hair became tighter.. and his cock slipped out of your mouth with a soft pop.

The silence was loud, but the lust was like a drug. Eren and Jean’s rivalry peaked at this moment. Their eyes just piercing the others. And you thought they were going to fight again, but the second you opened your mouth to say something, Eren’s cock slipped into your wet mouth. It made you choke, but he slipped out.

“Keep that mouth open for us… we’ll play nice with each other for now..” It began to be clear which man was talking.. and that deep, rough voice was from Eren. “Yeah, just let us use that pretty mouth a little bit..” that was Jean, his slight mocking tone, deep and rustic. They were oh so different, but what they had in common was using you. Their cocks both plunging deep into your throat one by one. First Eren would slip in with that hook of his, then remove it. Then Jean would slip his pole in, and it continued on.

Your pussy began to throb, leaking right through that tiny fabric as your hands moved to their thighs. You began to squeeze at them, being still. They were so close together, their hips moving back and forth as they guided their cocks in your throat without a second thought. Eren enjoyed the way your eyes teared up, the glossy wall fading once you blinked, causing the tears to fall.

“Taking it so well..” Eren whispered, the melodic sounds of your choking just wrapped around his heart. “Don’t grip her hair too fuckin much…” Eren grumbled to the other male that had you choking as well. Jean only huffed, Eren was right.. he kind of got deep into the pleasure. He softly let go of your hair, thinking Eren was being honest. However, Eren just simply wanted you to himself. He moved a bit and grabbed your hair probably even more tighter than Jean had it. It made your pussy quiver, the aggression making you eager for what’s to come.

“Now… How about-…” Eren began as he gripped his cock and slapped it nicely on your tongue. “-you take this dick in your throat again..” he hissed, only giving out such a deep moan from your lips being wrapped around his cock again. He was throbbing so bad, but he could still look Jean in the eye. It was getting a bit hot in here, the two males were breathing a bit harder than they were a few seconds ago. Jean decided it would be best to remove that shirt of his, his muscles touching the air as you were just hoping to get a glance.. but your mouth was filled with the salty taste of Eren’s cock.

“Always gotta hog… that’s alright though.” Jean shot right back, only getting shorter. You could see in the corner of your eye that he was getting lower and lower and he just disappeared.

“Imma eater…” that’s all you heard before your pathetic demise. The fans watching were absolutely delighted. Just to watch two men who were in the spots that they wanted to be in.. it angered them but they needed to see more. They wanted to watch more. And the tension that arose was from Jean completely tearing through those pink shorts. That thick, brown pussy right above him as he slipped right below you.

His goatee didn’t grow from just anything..

God you wanted to look down so bad at his chiseled face, but you had to remember the most jealous one was corrupting your throat. Eren’s hand was now gripping the back of your throat, demanding your attention with a scoff. But maybe he had to thank Jean just this once. His cock experienced the most sensual vibration coming from your mouth. A sweet little moan came from you the second Jean pulled you down and started sucking your glistening clit. Those strong, powerful arms were keeping your thighs down, flexing on pure instinct.

“Fuck… use his dumb ass face baby… keep those sweet sounds coming…” Eren groaned, choking back his own moans as you were more eager for some reason. Your head bobbed back and forth on his length, slurping and moaning like a little toy that loved to be used for money. But it just was so good, you couldn’t care about seeming like a slut, not when Jean was eating you like this… and his nose, it was so perfect.

Your pussy had never been so tingly, so wet, so numb. You could feel how sore your throat was going to become from all the dick in your mouth. Eren’s cock was so much, yet you stuffed it inside your throat hole everytime. It was so tight, he was having trouble trying to keep at it. He did not want to cum first, no that would be ridiculous. He did not want to lose to Jean, and Jean looked like he would lose. He was gripping your thick ass like he’d never touched an ass before. Squeezing it, molding it, spreading it to get more of that juicy pussy in his mouth. He wanted to taste every part of it… all that pink on the inside.

No, you couldn’t take it. Your body began moving on its own. The little attempt you made at grinding on his face didn’t fail. You were moving back and forth and back and forth. You weren’t sure if Jean could breathe, but you knew he was enjoying it from how his grip got tighter. And you just couldn’t keep sucking Eren’s cock.. not when heaven was being sent to you on earth.

“Ahhh-!.. fuckme-!” Your precious moans finally filled the air. Your face was all messy and wet, and a cock was still laying on it. Your tongue came out again, trying to let Eren back in but he just relished in this picture… you were already drunk off the pleasure.

“Jean!… Jean… feels so fuckin good-… gonna make me cum…” you alerted this with all of your pretty whining. A little giggle even erupted from you as you felt his tongue slip right into your hole.. and his tongue was so long.

“Mess his face up baby.. ride him til he can’t breathe..” Eren growled, bending over only to take advantage of that tongue. He took it in his mouth, the sudden kiss making you hornier as you pressed your lips sloppily onto his. You tasted sinful, the tastes of Jean’s and Eren’s cocks mashed into one and he still kissed you.. even if that was his enemy. You felt the tingles, the rollercoaster of a feeling. Your weight was fully on Jean’s face as you rode it, his nose the star of your pleasure.

Your moan echoed against the walls when Eren pulled away from the exotic kiss. His mean behavior turned you on, and you couldn’t help it.. but when he wrapped his hand around your throat? You had to cum.

“Fuck! I-I’m so sorry-!” You gasped loudly, feeling yourself soak Jean’s handsome face with juices. It was like a small explosion gushing onto his face. Jean couldn’t breathe, but he saw the light when you actually lifted up and the sprinklers turned on. His face was dripping, and of course Eren believed that to be funny.

“Damn ma, you just about drowned his stupid ass…” Eren spat out, silently wishing it was true, but Jean, although quiet at first, laughed. “That wouldn’t be such a shit death.” He retorted back while sitting up. The male then wiped his face in a downward motion as you were sitting on the floor, taken aback. Sure, vibrators could do this.. but not in the sexiest way. Your mind was completely hazy, and your eyes were half lidded. To be honest, you were afraid to ask them what was next. Your body was theirs to play with.. and they knew that full well.

Eventually, you felt your body being lifted off the ground with little to no effort. A small squeal coming from you as you realized it was Eren. His face filled with determination and want as he placed you onto the bed. All you could see were two masculine, rival men glaring at each other for the fifth time. However, they were subtly agreeing on which hole was theirs… and you only realized that late. You realized when you were on top of Eren. His muscles were so firm and so nice to lay on, you had to lay your head on him.

Behind you, it was obvious it was Jean.. gripping onto your jiggly ass as it was poked up a bit in the air.

One cock was eager for your pussy lips, the other eager for your pretty little asshole that winked often. The tension was inevitable, and the want was extreme. It all excited Jean so much that he was already leaking precum on your pretty asshole.

“Please.. hurry.. Eren I need you inside my pussy..” this was almost like a cry for help, you needed the naughty feeling to go away. And Eren couldn’t ignore it, you said his name so cutely… in such a needy voice. Only him, not Jean… that’s because you needed Jean in your asshole.

“I’m big baby, gonna stretch you out some..” Eren warned, his hands softly gripping your waist as you went between to grip Eren’s thick cock. It was leaking so much precum that you believed he was going to cum fast.. but that wasn’t the case. A loud gushing sound followed the actions of his dark pink tip pushing past your small lips. He was quite thick indeed, and his cock stretched you out just as nice. “Stretchin’ me out.. fuck- that’s so much dick..” you hissed, barely going down to his pelvis. You were two thirds of the way down.. but that’s when you felt that familiar pair of lips. They were pressing against your tiny little asshole.

“Jean!” You gasped, your pussy instantly getting wetter from the realization. Jean was deep in the crack of your ass, his tongue dipping in and out of your pretty hole. It was helping more than enough as your pussy was opening up more for Eren’s cock to dive deeper. These men, they were turning you into a pure slut. You were so weak, your asshole was getting so excited that it was also opening up from the saliva from Jean. You were so spread open, you could tell your fans were enjoying this too.. with all the loud pinging donations..

“Oh-ohmygod-… I can’t take this-…” you cried, only for Eren to slowly wrap his strong arms around you.. keeping you pressed against him. Jean didn’t stop, his slurping sounds and his eating only making you dive deep into the intoxicating feeling. Your edges were just fucked up, not laid whatsoever any longer. A loud moan exited you eventually, and the two males realized that Eren was now balls deep into that perfect pussy.

“There she goes..” Jean practically cooed, dripping saliva on your asshole before he slipped his big thumb inside of your hole. You weren’t new to a cock being in your ass, but Jean was big enough to cause you trouble… Obviously he knew this from watching your videos so damn much. What horny bastards they were, that’s what you wanted to say.. but here you were, looking like a sex doll.

And with that thumb slipping in and out of your ass, you slowly moved up and then down. Your pretty ass jiggled when you did, and Eren was so quiet. You had to lift your head.. but you could only see his flushed red face, his eyes intense. His hold on you got tighter the second you looked at him. He could feel every inch of your wall, and his heart was beating so quickly at this fact. All he could do was bite back his moans, letting you bounce up and down on his thickness.

Jean might not like Eren, but the way your pussy sucked his cock up was damn near art. The sloppy plops of skin began to get louder the more eager you were. The aching feeling of needing an orgasm was just scratching at you.

“Fuck- dick so good.. oh-.. thank you.. thank you..” you babbled out, moans unable to be kept back, you sounded pathetic. It made Jean’s cock jolt when you sounded that way. He wasn’t in yet, but Eren was.. and he could barely speak.

“She’s saying thank you.. the least you could do is say you’re welcome..” Jean meanly said to Eren, knowing the male was too prideful to moan in a girl's ear, let alone yours. But for some reason Eren was blank minded enough to agree. He let a deep, raspy moan go when he opened his mouth..

“You’re fucking welcome ma.. keep taking it. I know you can.” he couldn’t muster out much, but his words went right down your spine. Jean had a great view of your spine, he could see your pretty little arch. “That’s right love, listen to Eren just this once. Only because he’s right this time..”

Eren wanted to talk shit so badly, however before anything could come out.. he only groaned. He sharply breathed in when you squeezed tight around his dick. Your sweet russet colored face was contorted in pure pleasure, your golden pussy trapping Eren in erotica. You were tightening up because Jean was aligned with your slightly agape asshole. His tip prodding about before slipping in.

“Fuck she’s grippin me..” Eren couldn’t hold back, he moaned out deeply, his hands moving to your hips as he squeezed tight. That’s when he slowly bucked his hips up into yours. His cock followed the movement. Eren was fucking up into your tight death grip, his body able to do as such because he was athletic.

“I can’t take it~… Oh shit~…” it was like you were drunk, partially present in the moment as your asshole stretched open. The more Eren fucked up into you with purpose, the more Jean could slip inside. Jean’s face was filled with need.. he was only a little bit inside but enough to slip in and out. And for once in their lives, the rivals were in sync. Thrust after thrust…

“So much-!… m’gonna cum!..”

Thrust thrust thrust thrust…

“I’m not even in all the way baby…you better hold that in..” Jean pleaded as he felt you tighten up even more than you already were. Jean however, pushed right through. The amazing feeling of your tightest, richest walls against his cock made him feel on top of the world. This whole thing was like a dream, to finally be in this sweet, adorable room filled with plushies of all sorts. Any other time he’d definitely joke about Eren laying down in a bed full of plushies, but they both were getting play from the sexiest girl they knew of.

And damn could you take cock.

You were begging your insides not to cum so quickly, Jean was taking advantage of your slippery goodness.. using it as lube as well as his spit. Mixed together, you were just opening up more and more for his long cock. The urge to just plunge through was so high, but you could now easily take half of his cock.. and that’s all he needed to pound you. Eren had a hold onto your hips, so Jean gripped your waist.

“Best fuckin dick ever..” you drooled on Eren’s right peck. Crying out for dear life as your asshole was being drilled into as well. It was overstimulating, unreal.. and unfair. You got to a point where it was hard distinguishing the two from one another, and they both could see that.

“Who’s beating this pussy up…” Eren teased, his hair sticking to his forehead just a little as he moaned into your ear.

“Y-..ah…Jea-…n-no… Eren..”

It was cute of you to mess up…

“Who’s stretching this asshole out..?” Jean questioned, watching you babble out nonsense before you breathed in loudly. “Jean!..” hearing his name made him shiver.. He didn’t know if he could last as long as Eren was… truly he’d give that to him. But the way you ass recoiled against his pelvis, and the way your asshole puckered around his cock? He couldn’t hold out much longer.

No.. he really couldn’t, and he was ashamed but from what he could see? This pretty brown ass was just the death of him. Jean folded hard, and he watched you bounce back on him ever so slowly. Eren had to stop thrusting upwards because you took Jean’s cock as a dildo. Oh you were gonna milk him so bad.

“M’gonna squirt..” you coughed, unable to breathe properly as your pretty pussy forced Eren out. The pretty spray of liquid came out on Eren’s cock as Jean let go. Jean couldn’t hold it anymore… no.. not when you squirted from his cock being in your fat ass. His moans were constant, loud and known. He made sure you understood you were milking him and that hot substance was you draining his cock… “ooh-.. fuck- it’s so-.. so sticky..”

Eren felt accomplished, he made it.. He didn’t cum first, but that was something he couldn’t think of right now, what he had to think of was how humiliating it was to have Jean’s cum drip down and down.. slipping just slightly into your pussy and on Eren’s tip. It made him growl almost, but you slipped Eren right back inside you pussy… bouncing away. Your pussy was so creamy now, making loud noises as if it was talking to Jean and Eren.. Eren fucking loved how noisy your pussy was, practically speaking of how perfect this felt.. how nicely it was fucked…

“Cum in me Eren~.. please.. wanna mix y’all’s cum so bad…” moaning out , Eren heard your naughty request. To be fair, it was sexy and nasty. His rival’s cum was already inside of your ass and some in your pussy.. but it was making a white ring around Eren’s cock…

“Eren please!” Your voice was hoarse, and that’s the last thing Eren needed.. For some reason that caused his precious dick to twitch, and that means his cum was painting your walls. He sounded a bit animalistic when he came inside of you, gripping tighter and tighter on your hips as he was begging you to stop bouncing with just his fingers digging in your skin.

You could feel a hotter substance inside now. All from Eren. His was a bit more liquid-like, but it still mixed with Jean’s cum.. your wish inevitably coming true. Two hunks just came in your two holes, both stretched to meet their cock sizes.

It was so sinful to be there, laying with both holes dripping the cum of two rivals… but the fans loved it. You loved it.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 11 months ago

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sleeping beauty | s.r. x liaison!fem reader

spencer checked the time and date, one thirty pm on june tenth. he took a deep exhale then pulled open his top desk drawer, staring at him were two tickets for a screening of the french adaptation for sleeping beauty. he remembered you mentioning how she was your first princess movie to own on vhs, saying how the ending dance sequence was truly enchanting.

usually spencer goes to these film festivals by himself, but when this was one of the movies announced for the weekend, he decided now was the time. spencer reid was gonna toughen up and ask you on a date.

“hey reid,” he startled at the feminine voice beside his desk. he shut the drawer closed and turned to see elle watching him with raised brows, “everything okay?” crossing her arms and cocking a hip against his desk.

“ye- yeah. is there- was there something you needed?” hoping she doesn’t mention anything about his weird behavior, but most people would argue he’s always weird.

elle pursed her lips, “uh no. just wanted to know what’s got you sweating in this cooled office.” profiling nonchalantly. spencer bit into his bottom lip, his own brows raising as he squinted his eyes, “i- i don’t know-“

his sentence stopped short when he heard your gentle giggles and then his eyes followed your figure as you walked beside penelope. your eyes caught his and you waved in greeted, smiling widely as you continued on your walk.

“so something involving our second best liaison.” elle hummed, spencer flinched again. he forget she was still there, “n- no…” his stuttering more present whenever you were of the subject.

elle perked up and leaned forward, her eyes were alight, “are you finally asking her out?” almost squealing at the idea.

“what do you mean, finally?” spencer questioned. he didn’t tell anyone about his infatuation with you. elle rolled her smokey eyes, “oh please. you may have an iq of one eighty seven, but whenever she’s in the vicinity or mentioned it’s slashed to sixty.”

spencer felt his cheeks warm, he hunched into himself, “that’s not true.” mumbling into his chest. “you also stopped talking just to watch her walk down the hallway,” elle scuffed.

spencer licked his lips and figured there was no point in lying, plus elle might give him some advice for the date. “i’m- i’m planning to take her to a movie festival. they’re playing a french version of sleeping beauty.”

elle cooed, “gonna whisper the translation in her ear? that’s a pretty morgan move to do.”

that worried spencer, “that wouldn’t make her uncomfortable, right? i don’t want her thinking-“ elle held out her hands to stop his anxious rambles.

“just ask her. when presenting the tickets, ask if it’s okay to translate for her. if she says no, there might be something the theater has to fix that problem. but i’m sure she won’t mind.”

“who won’t mind what?”

spencer’s heart rate spiked when your voice was in earshot, then when elle moved to the side to show you joining the both of them he knew his ears started to flush red. he opened and closed his mouth, not sure how to steer the conversation.

“oh, how jj won’t mind if spencer steals you for a chat. i’ll go double check.” and with that fib elle sauntered away, leaving you confused.

“you wanted to talk with me?” hands held behind your back as you tilted your head. it prompted spencer to stand up, your head needing to lean back a bit to make eye contact.

he rubbed his palms along his pants, “uh yeah. i was- there’s this film festival that i visit regularly, many foreign originals or adaptations. and there’s gonna be a screening for a french sleeping beauty and i- i was wondering if you’d… would you like to- to go on a- on a date? with me?” he stuffed his hands into his pockets at the end when he noticed all his fidgeting.

your lips parted slightly and your head straightened, “i’d- i’d love too,” eyes twinkling like a star. “but i don’t know french.” an embarrassed smile at the information.

spencer moved a hand to scratch at his ear, “i- i could translate it for you. but i’d have to speak quietly and into your ear, is that- are you okay with that? we- we could also ask the employees for-“

you stopped him when you stepped closer and touched his forearm, a sweet smile shining upon him. “you can translate for me. i like listening to your voice.” your words a sweet syrup dripping over his heart.

spencer nodded dumbly, “o- okay. it’s- it’s friday at- at seven. so we can just- just leave after work.”

you nodded, “it’s a date.”

pt2

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aurorawritestoescape · 1 year ago

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LIKE IT’S THE LAST TIME || 900 words

Tw: 18+ minors dni, smut, unprotected piv, public, creampie, belly bulge, gun use.

Part two || Series masterlist

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“Yeah… shit…yeah…like that.”

Joel’s low growling always turns you on more than any dirty talk ever could. His forehead is sweaty, teeth are mercilessly biting his lower lip as he’s trying not to blow his load into you just yet.

You’re riding his cock in a stuffy car, knees planted on the back seat to help him plunge his length deeper into your hot core. Only the condensation on the windows hides your indecent public behavior, doing a poor job at that as a few passers-by have already done a double take after glancing inside your car.

You don’t care. On days like this one you can’t let go of each other, lips kissing, tongues licking, hands grabbing one another like it’s your last time.

He playfully slaps your ass and you gasp, a little smile dancing on your heated face.

“’m I taking it good, Joel?”

The man hums, the sound muffled as he’s nuzzling a spot between your breasts. The scruff on his cheeks and chin is rubbing your sensitive skin but this little discomfort won’t stop you from chasing your ecstasy. Your pussy feels so good bouncing on his throbbing cock.

Joel moans through the gritted teeth and pride blooms in your heart when this big dangerous man forgets how to speak, forgets about everything, completely lost in the sensations your body is giving him.

You keep riding his length, slowing down and then picking up the pace again. Your hips are tilted back, as his steel member deliciously slides against your soft spot.

His hands spread your ass cheeks, and you feel cold air right at your hole as your slick collects at the base of his shaft. You’re so wet, your juices must be already sliding down his balls.

Joel’s plush lips form an ‘o’ shape, eyes flutter shut and he tilts his head back against the headrest.

“No, no, too soon… need more, Joel, c’mon”, you mumble hastily, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. You slow down trying to prolong the pleasure for the both of you. ‘Will I ever feel him like this again?’

A familiar thorn of fear pangs your heart but you drive it away caressing his lips with yours while you’re holding his face between your shaky palms. You blink your eyes open, so close to him everything is blurry in your gaze but you still take mental pictures of his freckles, his long lashes, his expression, so vulnerable and honest.

You store them deep inside you. For later. In case your luck fails you.

“Lean back, baby… yeah, good girl,” Joel murmurs as his hands push you back making you sit straight on his lap. His head drops down and he watches his cock disappear inside your glistening pussy.

“Fuck,” he growls, fingers digging into your thighs, “d’ya feel my cock? Shit, here it is,” he marvels, pressing his palm to a lump in your lower belly.

“Yeah, you’re so big, Joel,” you whine watching the bulge move up and down under your skin with every rise and fall of your hips.

His fingers find your clit and he rubs it fast with a perfect pressure and then begins vigorously thrusting up into your stretched pussy. Your whimpers turn into a constant whine when his fat tip hits your cervix again and again.

“Give it to me, baby, c’mon,” he encourages you, on the verge of climax himself and you hear it first, half moan-half roar that he always makes when he comes.

You feel his warm seed flood your pussy and the sensation makes your walls flutter, milking his pulsating cock.

You cry out, one hand braced on the window, the other gripping his broad shoulder as the waves of euphoria are hitting you over and over.

When your climax dissipates, you open your eyes and see Joel looking at you, his loving gaze taking in every feature of your face.

“What?” You ask with a shy smile as if you haven’t just stuffed your pussy full of his cum.

“Nothin’. Just lookin’ at you.” He sighs and adds, “We need to go.”

He helps you off his lap and after you both adjust your clothes, he opens the window, sticks his arm out of the car and slaps the roof a couple of times.

In a few seconds Tommy gets in the driver’s seat.

“So fucking long. Every damn time,” he grumbles frowning at Joel and you in the rear view mirror.

“‘s for good luck,” Joel mumbles as Tommy starts the engine.

“Did you at least sneak a peek, Tommy?” You ask giggling but quickly shut up when you see Joel’s stern look.

***

When you arrive at the place, Joel’s big hand on the back of your neck pulls you in for a kiss, desperate and rushed. It’s coated in promises and hopes, desire and love in every stroke of his lips as you clutch his plaid shirt with trembling fingers, kissing him back with everything you’ve got. Like it’s the last time.

Tommy wishes you luck before Joel and you get out of the car.

Right at the entrance Joel shoots you a wink through the balaclava opening and then storms in raising his gun.

As always your pussy tingles when you hear him roar the command,

“Hit the floor! This is a robbery!”

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menagerofmischief · 7 months ago

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Can I please have Oscar piastri and lando Norris ,stuffed cherry tomatoes ,hot appetizer ,pizza ,carbonara chicken quesadilla ,grilled cheese ,boba and whiskey 🙏🙏

Dia's Diner Menu

stuffed cherry tomatoes sugar daddy hot appetizer sweet sex pizza "My good girl" carbonara "Look so good on my cock" chicken quesadilla "So pretty with my cock down your throat" grilled cheese "I buy you nice things and then I get to fuck you in them, sounds fair to me" boba anal whiskey double penetration

Lando Norris x sugar baby!girlfriend!reader x Oscar Piastri

TW: blowjob, fingering, PiV, PiA, double penetration, threesome, rich people being rich people

WC: 1.7k

A/N: first off, tysm for 200+ followers, I love you all. now, this is my first threesome fic so bear with me if it isn't that great. anyways, enjoy your papaya sandwich

“I really don’t think you needed to buy me this many things.” I said, opening the apartment door for Lando and Oscar to come inside, their hands full of bags.

Today was shopping day and Lando and Oscar had insisted on dragging me into every single store we came across, no matter what was being sold inside.

Technically all of this did start as a money arrangement, to make it easier for me to afford living in Monaco because while it may be tax free the cost of living here was still very big. So what started as a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship to cover my apartment cost along with some other luxuries quickly turned into more.

Especially considering the two of them somehow roped me into moving in with both of them, when they weren’t even living together in the first place. And really, I wasn’t with them for the money they could offer me, I loved them. And I knew they loved me too, they always made sure to tell me that … and show me as well.

I look over the bags they put down and pick up an orange Hermes bag from the floor. Once it’s in my hands I look down, confused by what’s inside. I reach my hands into the bag and pull out the object inside.

“Okay,” I say, holding it up. “Who bought an Hermes sleeping mask? I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”

I look between the two of them and I immediately know which one it was. Sure, Oscar loves buying random stuff, and lot’s of stuff. But the stuff Oscar buys is, more normal, dare I say.

“I think it’s very nice,” Lando says, nodding his head. He reaches out his hands and I pass the sleeping mask to him.

“Lando, it has a whole bunch of padding inside, it looks like leather ate a cloud.” I tell him, observing the mask. “Not to sound ungrateful, but I hope you bought it for yourself, because I’m not wearing that.”

“It’s trendy,” he defends, proudly holding it up.

“I don’t think it is, mate.” Oscar says, rolling his eyes at Lando who in return glares at him. “It looks like one of those things you buy while waiting for them to offer you a Birkin.” His gaze moves to me and he offers me a smile. “By the way, do you like the Birkin we got you?”

At that, I move to grab a much larger Hermes bag that glaring up at me from the pile and now that I’m looking at it, I don’t know how I haven’t seen it yet. “What!?” I open the shopping bag and pull out a very expensive, very new Birkin from it. “Literally when did you get this?”

“When you returned to the grocery store to buy ketchup.”

“God, you two are impossible!” I groan, storing the bag away with caution. “We already talked about spending extensive amounts of money on me for things I don’t need.”

“But we love spending money on you!” Oscar protests, shutting down whatever ‘shopping ban’ talk I was preparing because we always did this.

“And I’m very grateful for that,” I tell him, leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek. “But then it makes me feel bad because I can’t repay you -”

“We don’t want you to repay us!” He quickly shut me off.

“Although,” Lando says, the tone of his voice enough for me to know in which direction the rest of his sentence will be heading. “If you want to repay us, I know a way you can do it.”

Lando grinned at me, one his cheeky boyish smiles and I could feel Oscar’s gaze on me. I smile, dipping my head in a half nod. “Let’s go boys.”

And that’s how we ended up in the bedroom just moments after. I took off my dress, both boys groaning at the sight of the lingerie I was wearing underneath. It was a matching set with lacy bra and crotchless panties they bought me the last time they insisted on going shopping.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Oscar groaned, his hands running over my body, fingers moving along the outline of my breasts. “You look breathtaking.”

I blushed at the compliment, moving my hands behind my back to unclasp the bra but before I could, Lando grabbed my hands and pushed them back. “Leave it baby,” he said, leaning forward so I could feel his breath on my neck. “We buy you nice things, and then we get to fuck you in them. Sounds fair to me, don’t you agree Oscar?”

I could see Oscar’s eyes darken, clouded with lust. His voice was rough when he spoke, his hands gripping my waist. “I absolutely agree, Lando.”

I felt Lando’s hands slip down and cup my ass, giving it a squeeze. “Think you can take us both at the same time tonight, baby?”

I nodded, instantly. We had done this before, one of them fucking my pussy while the other was fucking my ass. “Yes, please!” I said with a slight whine. I may have been a little eager but I loved when they did that.

“Why don’t you suck Oscar off while I open you up, baby?” Lando said. It may have sounded like a question but it was much more of a command, one I was gladly planning to obey.

I gave a nod in reply and the boys wasted no time in getting undressed. Oscar laid down on the bed and positioned himself half sitting up against the headboard. I crawled over him, leaning down and placing a few kisses on his stomach and thighs.

I could feel Lando position himself behind me and heard him squeezing lube out onto his fingers. I leaned down, pressing my lips against the tip of Oscar’s leaking dick, giving it a suck before taking the rest of him down my throat.

Oscar’s hand wrapped in my hair, not tugging, just holding me there. I breathed in through my nose to steady myself, gagging a bit from how far down my throat he was.

One of Oscar’s hand cupped my cheek, making me look up at him through my lashes. “Fuck sweetheart, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

I started slowly moving my head along his shaft, running my tongue along the underside, causing Oscar to groan, slightly bucking his hips up. Lando’s fingers circled my hole a few times before slowly pushing in, making me moan around Oscar’s dick.

I continued sucking Oscar off, spit running down my chin and tears filling the corners of my eyes while Lando worked on opening up my whole, now steadily thrusting two fingers in and out of me.

I could feel Oscar getting close by the way his thighs tensed under my hands, and his groans got louder. Before I could do anything, his fingers tightened in my hair and he pulled my head away from his dick.

“Wanna cum when I’m in you sweetheart.” He said, his voice raspy.

Lando laid a gentle smack against my ass, his fingers pulling out of me making me whine at the loss of fullness. “Go on,” he said, signaling for me to move up.

I moved myself further up Oscar’s body, my dripping pussy rubbing against his cock, the tip nudging against my clit, making me moan.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Oscar said, helping me sink down on his dick which hit all the right spots inside of me. “There we go,” he cooed, leaning forward to peck me on the lips. “Look so good on my cock.”

I tried to keep myself as relaxed as possible while Lando spread my ass cheeks and started slowly pushing himself inside of my other hole. Oscar rubbed his hands along my back in a comforting manner as Lando pushed the rest of himself inside of me, making me gasp, slightly out of breath.

“You’re taking me so well,” Lando said before leaning down and placing a kiss on my back. “So well, baby. That’s my good girl.”

They both stilled, waiting for me to give a go-ahead for them to move. I took a breath, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Move, please,” I said, my voice coming out more as a whine. “Please, need it.”

Lando started first, pulling himself out halfway before pushing back in. Oscar followed, planting his feet firmly against the bed so he could thrust up into me. They went slow, opting for slower, deeper and more passionate experience, rather than the fast, desperate and hard one they usually provided.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, the stimulation of being filled in both holes and passion I could feel cursing between the three of us quickly bringing me to the edge.

Oscar sneaked his hand between our bodies and his fingers quickly found my clit. He toyed with it, rubbing it in circles. At the same time, Lando reached his hands around me, grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples through the material of the bra.

I couldn’t manage no warning other than the loud, pornographic moan that escaped me as I came. Both boys kept fucking me trough my orgasm, their own following soon after.

Oscar came first, his dick twitching as he emptied himself inside of me. Lando came right after, a grunt slipping past his lips as his cum filled up my ass.

They both waited, giving me a moment to catch my breath before pulling out of me. I flipped over and laid down next to Oscar. Lando came over and laid down on my other side.

“We may have to spend more money if this is how you repay us.” Oscar said, wrapping his arms around me.

Lando hummed, leaning his head down on my chest. “How about we buy you a car next. Then you can take us for a joy ride in it.”

“That’s possibly the best idea you’ve ever had, Lando.” Oscar replied with a hum.

“God, you two are insatiable.”

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tearvls · 12 days ago

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Both? Both.

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Rex Splode x M! Speedster! Reader

Synopsis: Just you, Mark, and Rex being the bestest of friends and totally not double fucking Rex from both sides

Content tags: smut, threesome, bottom Rex, soft Dom mark, blowjobs, superspeed during sex, anal + oral sex

“Come on,” Rex rasped, looking over his shoulder at you with that infuriating smirk. “That all you got, track star?”

You slammed into him in response—hard and fast, a single brutal thrust that made his words catch in his throat and his elbows buckle under the sudden pressure. He grunted, head dropping low again, but the laugh he let out after was breathy and taunting.

“Pfft… okay, okay,” he huffed, ass grinding back into your hips. “That’s more like it.”

“You talk a lot of shit for someone drooling all over my cock,” Mark muttered above him, guiding Rex’s chin up with one hand, stroking himself slowly with the other. He was flushed already, his cock slick and flushed at the tip, practically pulsing with need.

Rex licked his lips, eyes locking onto Mark’s shaft. “I multitask.”

You snorted, gripping Rex’s waist tighter as you rolled your hips again, dragging your cock out of him almost all the way before slamming back in. The sound it made—slick, wet, obscene—had Rex shuddering, but he didn’t lose that cocky edge. Not yet.

Mark brought his cock to Rex’s mouth, tapping it against his cheek. “Let’s see how smart you sound with your throat full.”

“Oh, fuck off—”

Mark cut him off by slipping in, just the head at first, letting Rex suckle on it, his lips stretching open slow. You picked up your pace behind him, using sharp bursts of superspeed that left Rex panting through his nose, cheeks flushed, body rocking between the two of you.

Mark moaned low. “God, he’s good.”

You grinned. “You should feel this end.”

Rex choked a little as Mark pushed deeper, but his hands stayed planted, and he made a noise that was almost defiant.

You leaned down, voice dark and full of satisfaction. “Still think I don’t have it in me, pretty boy?”

He tried to nod, mouth now stuffed full, spit dribbling down his chin.

“Then take it.”

You fucked him harder—short, piston-fast bursts that made the bed creak and the air pop. Mark gripped Rex’s jaw and began to thrust into his mouth, slow at first, then faster, controlling the depth with perfect care. Rex was gagging now, eyes glossy, but there was still that stubborn flicker in him, like he was enjoying being wrung out between two powerhouses.

Mark brushed the hair off his forehead, breath shaky. “We’re gonna ruin you, Rex.”

You slapped Rex’s ass and thrust in deep, holding there. “Bet he’s already ruined.”

Rex made a sound around Mark’s cock that definitely wasn’t a protest. Rex had stopped mouthing off. He was too busy choking on Mark’s cock, spit and precum slicking his lips, chin, and neck. Mark was face-fucking him now, both hands in his hair, hips moving in smooth, deep thrusts that hit the back of Rex’s throat every time. Behind him, you had one hand braced on his lower back, the other fisted tight in his hip. You were fucking him like you owned him—sharpened bursts of speed that left his ass clapping against your thighs, his body jolting forward every time you bottomed out.

You leaned in, panting against his shoulder. “Still think I can’t wreck you?”

Rex tried to glare over his shoulder—but it was watery, half-lidded, more fucked-out than fierce. He moaned around Mark’s cock, loud and broken, and you felt him clench around you.

“Shit,” you growled, cock twitching. “He’s close.”

Mark grunted, eyes dark with heat. “Let him.”

You shifted angles and let your speed slip—just for a moment. A few thrusts in rapid-fire blur that had Rex jerking between you like a ragdoll. He came untouched, cock twitching and spurting all over the sheets below, a helpless whimper humming through Mark’s cock. And then you didn’t stop. You kept going, your cock dragging through his sensitive insides, milking every twitch out of him while Mark buried himself in Rex’s throat, moaning low as he finally came.

Warmth spilled down Rex’s throat, and Mark held him there, humming, “Swallow it, baby. Take it.”

Rex did—barely. He coughed after, eyes fluttering, his whole body trembling from overload. You weren’t far behind. Watching Rex wrecked like this—spit-covered, flushed, body twitching—was all you needed. With one last punishing thrust, you came deep inside him, filling him full, groaning his name into his shoulder as your hips jerked through it. For a moment, no one moved.

Rex slumped forward, coughing weakly, lips red and raw. “Jesus Christ,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “You two’re fucking insane.”

You pulled out slowly, watching your load leak down the back of his thighs. “That’s rich, coming from the guy who said, and I quote, ‘double me up, I can take it.’”

Mark chuckled, brushing Rex’s sweat-damp hair back. “You did good. Really good.”

Rex let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering closed. “Don’t get soft on me now, Boy Scout.”

You leaned over him, licking the shell of his ear. “Don’t worry. I can still go another round.”

Rex groaned into the sheets.

Mark grinned. “Maybe after water. And, like… three naps.”

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itneverendshere · 7 months ago

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rafe watching milo for the first time by himself. he probably woke up from his nap early while you’re in the shower . but it’s so cute to see rafe with him

this was so adorable to write😩 love writing little fluff moments for them 💘 thank you for the request! hope you like it🫂

don't you ever grow up just stay this little - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

Rafe wasn’t the type of guy you’d expect to be spending his Saturday babysitting. And yet, there he was, sitting in the living room of your sister’s place, half-watching TV, half-watching the clock while you took a shower upstairs.

The plan was simple: you’d help your sister out by watching Milo while she worked her double shift, and he’d stick around because, well, he was practically glued to your side these days.

Milo was cool, though. For a little dude. He was into dinosaurs and trucks and had this way of talking about everything like it was the most important thing in the world. Rafe liked that energy.

Reminded him of when things were simpler, before his life became one long list of bad choices.

He glanced at his phone, checking the time. You said your shower would be quick, but it had been a little longer than that. He shrugged it off; you deserved a break. Plus, Milo was still down for his nap, and Rafe wasn’t about to wake him up early. He knew better than to mess with a sleeping kid—learned that lesson fast the first time he’d stayed over officially and Milo had woken up at 5 a.m., screaming about monsters. The sound of the shower running upstairs was the only noise in the house as he flipped through the channels, half-watching some random show.

Milo had been asleep for a solid hour, and he’d figured there’d be no problem keeping an eye on the kid while you got cleaned up. Easy enough.

He leaned back into the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him. He was about to settle on some mindless reality show when he heard a soft creak from the hallway. He sat up, eyes moving toward the sound. The door to Milo’s room was cracked open, and a tiny figure stood there, rubbing his eyes, clutching a stuffed dinosaur. The kid looked half-asleep still, his hair sticking up in all directions.

“Hey, bud,” Rafe said, keeping his voice low so he didn’t startle him. He got up from the couch and took a step toward Milo, but stopped when the kid blinked up at him, confused.

“Autie in the shower?” Milo asked, his voice all groggy, like he wasn’t fully awake yet.

His bottom lip poked out, and Rafe could tell he was on the edge of either crying or just being pissed about being awake. It was a fifty-fifty shot with kids this age, right? At least that’s what he figured.

“Yeah,” Rafe replied, crouching down so he was on Milo’s level. “She’ll be down soon, don’t worry. You wanna sit with me until she’s done?”

The kid shrugged, his grip tightening on his dinosaur. Without another word, he waddled over to the couch and climbed up, his little legs struggling to make it without help. Rafe sat down beside him, giving him some space because you know, kids were weird about personal bubbles and shit, but keeping an eye on him just in case he decided to get all emotional.

Kids were unpredictable like that—one second, they’re fine, the next, they’re melting down over something random.

They watched the TV in silence for a minute, some kind of animal documentary playing now. He glanced over at Milo, who was wide-eyed as a lion chased down a gazelle.

“That’s crazy, huh?” Rafe said, nodding at the screen. “That lion’s fast.”

Milo nodded, still watching the screen with intense concentration. “Lions are kings,” he whispered, clutching his dino tighter. “But T-rexes were kings too.”

“Yeah? You think a T-rex could beat a lion?”

Milo turned to look at him like he’d just asked the dumbest question in the world. “Course! T-rexes are the strongest. Lions are just cats.”

Rafe laughed under his breath. “Fair point.”

He was something else. Fiercely opinionated and convinced of everything he said, even if it didn’t make sense. Halfway through a scene where a shark was doing its thing, Milo scooted a little closer, almost absentmindedly, and leaned into Rafe’s side. The kid didn’t say anything, just rested his head against him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

He froze for a second, not sure what to do. He wasn’t used to this. But then, instinct took over, and he relaxed, resting his arm on the back of the couch, careful not to make it weird. He could hear your voice in his head: "Just go with it, baby. Don’t overthink it."

So, he didn’t.

They stayed like that for a bit, the quiet sound of the TV and Milo’s soft breathing filling the room. Rafe wasn’t gonna lie—he kind of liked the weight of the kid leaning into him. It was...nice. Calming, even. He’d never thought of himself as the kind of guy who’d be good with kids, but Milo didn’t seem to mind him. Maybe he wasn’t as terrible at this as he thought.

“So, uh… that’s a pretty cool dinosaur,” Rafe said after a while, nodding toward the toy in Milo’s hands. He was trying to make conversation, but he wasn’t exactly sure what you talked about with a child.

Milo perked up slightly, looking down at his stuffed dino. “This is Rexy,” he said, his voice soft but a little more awake now. “He’s the strongest dinosaur. He eats meat.”

“Rexy, huh?” Rafe smirked. “Yeah, T-rexes were pretty badass. What else you know about ‘em?”

Milo's eyes lit up at the question, and Rafe knew he’d hit the jackpot. The kid went off on a whole tangent about dinosaurs, talking a mile a minute about everything from their teeth to their tails to how they fought each other. Rafe found himself listening, actually getting into it. It was kinda funny how into this stuff Milo was, rattling off facts like he’d spent years researching dinosaurs instead of being, you know, practically a fetus.

As they kept talking, he noticed that Milo was slowly waking up more, his energy coming back. He started squirming in his seat, clearly not content to just sit still anymore. Rafe figured it was only a matter of time before he’d want to get up and do something more active.

“Hey, you wanna play with your trucks or something?” Rafe asked, gesturing toward a pile of toys on the floor by the coffee table.

Milo’s face lit up. “Yeah!” he said, hopping off the couch without hesitation. He darted over to the pile, grabbing a couple of toy trucks and zooming them across the floor like his life depended on it.

He watched him for a second, then got up and sat on the floor beside him, not really sure what he was supposed to do but figuring he should at least pretend to play along.

Milo handed him a bright red fire truck. “You be the firefighter,” he said, very serious about it.

Rafe took the truck and rolled it across the floor, mimicking the sound of a siren. “Alright, I’m the firefighter. What am I supposed to do?”

Milo grabbed a dump truck and rammed it into a pile of blocks he’d built earlier. “You gotta save the cars! They’re stuck in the mud!”

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “Mud?”

“Yeah, like quicksand mud,” Milo said, clearly making this up as he went along.

Rafe played along, pushing the fire truck toward the pile of blocks, doing his best to sound heroic. “I’ll save the cars.”

Milo giggled, clearly entertained by the whole thing. He couldn’t help but smile a little, too. It was stupid, but there was something fun about just letting go and playing make-believe for a minute. He hadn’t done something like this since he was a kid himself, and, honestly, he’d forgotten how much fun it could be.

They kept playing for a while, Rafe getting more into it as Milo directed the whole operation, barking out orders like a little drill sergeant. At some point, he ended up being both the firefighter and the dump truck driver, while Milo decided he was in charge of the bulldozer that was “fixing the road.”

“Alright, we gotta clear this mud,” Rafe said, pushing his fire truck through the blocks again.

“No! Wait!” Milo interrupted, holding up his hands dramatically. “The T-rex is coming!”

Rafe blinked. “The T-rex? I thought we were saving cars?”

Milo shook his head, eyes wide. “No, now we’re fighting the T-rex! He’s coming to eat the cars!”

He chuckled under his breath but didn’t argue. “Okay, if you say so.”

Just as the two of them prepared for their imaginary battle with the T-rex, you finally made your way downstairs, your hair damp from the shower and a soft smile on your face when you spotted the two of them on the floor. Rafe glanced up at you, feeling a little caught, but you just smiled wider, eyes glimmering with that look you always gave him when you thought he was being sweet, even if he was trying to act like he was a tough guy.

“Looks like you boys are having fun,” you teased, leaning against the doorway.

Rafe glanced up at you, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, we’re, uh... saving cars from mud. And dinosaurs. Apparently.”

Milo joined, grinning. “Auntie! Rafey’s the firefighter! He’s really good at it!”

You laughed softly, clearly enjoying the sight of your boyfriend— brooding Rafe Cameron—playing trucks with your nephew. “I see that,” you said, sitting down on the couch and watching them.

He stood up, brushing off his jeans like he hadn’t just spent the last half hour pushing toy trucks around. “Don’t get used to it.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, I won’t. I’m sure this is a one-time thing.”

Milo looked up at Rafe, clearly not ready for the game to end. “Can we play more, Rafey? Please?”

He sighed, looking at you for help, but you just shrugged, clearly amused by the whole situation.

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Rafe muttered, sitting back down on the floor. “But next time, I’m picking the game.“

“Can we go to the park tomorrow?”

He sighed, not having the heart to shut the kid out, “Fine.”

You leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “You’re doing great, baby.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, but deep down, he didn’t mind. Not really. Because, yeah, maybe this wasn’t what he’d imagined doing with his Saturday. But being here with you and Milo? It felt... good.

He sat there, watching Milo zoom his trucks across the floor with intense focus, and yeah, he was in it now. It was weirdly nice, playing along, even if he had no clue what he was doing half the time. But then, as he glanced up at you sitting on the couch, grinning like you were watching the best show in town, something hit him.

He’d go to the end of the world for you.

He leaned back on his hands, eyes flicking up to meet yours. You gave him a sweet smile, one of those looks that told him you were proud of him—proud of this version of him. He'd done a lot of stupid shit in his life, but being here, with you? That didn’t feel like one of them.

He smirked, letting out a low chuckle. “You keep lookin’ at me like that,” he teased, his voice dropping just enough to make you pay attention, “and ’m gonna give you a baby of your own.”

Your eyes widened a little in surprise, and you laughed, shaking your head. “Rafe,” you tried to scold him, but he could see the way your cheeks flushed, and he knew he’d hit the spot.

“What?” he shrugged, his grin widening. “I’m serious.” He gave Milo a quick glance before his eyes settled back on you. “You look at me like that, and I start thinkin’ about it.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face didn’t fade. “You can’t just say stuff like that while you’re babysitting.”

“Why not? You think I wouldn’t make a good dad?” There was a playful glint in his eyes, but there was something real underneath it too. He didn’t have to spell it out. You knew about his dad—about how Rafe had grown up in the shadow of someone who cared more about money and power than being a dad.

You bit your lip, glancing at Milo, who was too absorbed in his trucks to notice, then back at him. “I think you’d surprise yourself.” You reached out, gently brushing your fingers along his arm.

“Yeah,” he murmured, more to himself than you. “I think so too.”

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tateszn · 2 months ago

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I would love to request something with Clark Kent.The reader gets hurt(has a broken leg) and Clark becomes super clingy making sure she is being taken care of.

hospitable

a/n: thanks so much anon for requesting this! sorry if this deviated from the original ask, i think i lost the plot. double feature! i couldn't decide between clarks. 904 words.

all of my fics are black!reader

smallville!clark

clark is insanely determined to help you any way he could, he feels as though it’s his job for the weeks you’re temporarily disabled.

while you're out of school, clark makes sure you don’t fall behind. he listens even harder in class so he can relay the information to you after school. he also brings you any homework or assignments you have to complete. he hardly even wants to go to school. he’d rather stay with you all day to make sure you’re alright, but he knows his parents wouldn’t let him. you’re really grateful for him, it’s sweet he keeps you as much company as he does.

when you’re staying home, he’s bringing you lots of stuff. he knows you’re cared for when you’re home all day, but he feels better knowing he’s got something to do about it.

clark is currently in your room, endlessly pulling things out of his bookbag. everything that he’s pulling out answered your question as to why it looked so stuffed when you first let him in your home.

“these are from my mom, and these are from lana,” he sets down two tupperware boxes of cookies on your bedroom floor, “they both send their get well soon messages. this is everything we did in class today. oh and this,” he holds up a stuffed cat, “this is from me. i saw it in the store when i was walking home and it reminded me of you.” his statement is punctuated with a sweet smile. your heart swells.

“it’s one of those stuffed animals that doubles as a heating pad. i figured you could put it on your leg if it starts to hurt after it heals. it smells like lavender too!” he informs. you wonder what you could have done to deserve him.

“oh clark, you’re so good to me.” you say, holding the get well soon gifts in your hands.

“no problem. anything to know that my girl is taken care of.” he smiles at you.

up until he has to go home, he lays with you in bed. he helps you with school, talks about his day, and routinely checks in on you and asks if you need anything. he doesn’t want to leave your side. he’d stay with you the whole eight weeks if he could. but it’s getting around the time where you say, “clark, it’s getting late, you should go. i don’t want you to stay too late.”

“i don’t want to leave you yet. i could stay the night, my parents would understand.” he says, pressing himself closer into one of your pillows.

“i’ll be fine, clark. plus, what if they don’t understand and then you’re not allowed to come over anymore.” he knew you were right, he really wishes you weren’t.

“alright,” clark kisses your cheek, “i’ll be back tomorrow.” if he had the choice to never leave you alone, he wouldn’t.

man of steel!clark

it had been a long five weeks, with your doctor saying it would be eight weeks to heal your leg. the cause of injury had been stupid, really, and completely avoidable. the healing process would’ve been hell, if it weren't for clark.

clark just would not leave you alone. he waited for you hand and foot, and didn’t let you do anything around your shared home. to suggest that you get up to grab a snack, insane! clark would do it. you want to get up to wash a dish you’ve just used? clark’s got it. it’s time to take a painkiller? clark is there with the pill in one hand, and a cup of water in the other.you want to grab a blanket from the next room? clark’s already brought it to you before you could even think about it. he’d feel terrible if he didn’t do these things. why wouldn’t he help out his beautiful lover that is constantly so sweet and kind to him?

you were currently laid up on the couch watching a movie, with clark holding you tight. it was approaching dinner time, clark begs the question, “what do you want to eat tonight?”

“i can cook something tonight, i’m sure we’ve got ingredients for something.” you replied. wow! what a simple answer, right? wrong. clark thought you were insane for even suggesting this! he thought you had no other responsibility right now. the only thing you had to do was lay down and relax.

“you don’t need to do a thing, sweetheart. just let me know what you want and i’ll treat you.”

“c’mon now, i’m not paralyzed, clark. i can whip something up real quick.” you were only half serious. you did love how clark acted as your own personal servant, but geez, you were really missing being productive.

“i know you can, baby. i just don’t want you to right now. the only thing i want for you to do is relax.” oh, the ever charming clark kent. you just couldn’t find it in yourself to argue with him.

“okay fine, i won’t cook. but i don’t want you to cook either. i’d feel guilty.” you really would feel guilty. he’s been doing everything for you for a month, seemingly taking no breaks.

“deal. we can order takeout.” he said as he grabbed his phone to find a menu. of course he ordered from your favorite place. anything to keep you happy.

thanks @anitalenia for the divider <3

#mag writes #black reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #x reader #clark kent #clark kent x reader #smallville clark kent #clark kent imagine #clark kent headcanons #smallville #man of steel #tom welling #henry cavill

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misctf · 8 months ago

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I had a dream once I found a pair of cleats and tried them on, and transformed into a big, dumb, horny football jock, then came load after load of cum , all sweaty and drooling as my new team arrived. How I wish I could experience that, do you know a way?

Huh, a dream you say? And just once? Part of me doubts that. And I can tell by how you’re blushing that you’ve likely had this dream a few times. And each time, you’ve woken up with your boxers soaked with jizz. Okay, okay... maybe I didn’t need to call you out like that. Anyway.... A big, dumb, horny football jock. Look, I’m not here to judge, but are you... of course you are.... Sigh.... Well, I’ll stop wasting our time. Risks yada yada, things going wrong yada yada... You get the point. Now follow me...

You follow close behind as I lead us through a few pairs of double doors. I have to unlock a few more doors and suddenly, we find ourselves within a large warehouse. There are thousands of articles of clothing. Underwear, socks, athletic shirts... you look around in awe.

Yes, I know, very impressive. We have a lot of magical items that we’ve collected over the years. Let me just grab a pair of gloves... Some of these items are quite potent actually. Like just a touch and bam! Stupid jock! Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but... And here we go! A pair of red football cleats... Just like in your dream? Well, what can I say, I’m a miracle worker. Okay, I’ll put them down right here. Look at that, they’re brand new too, they even have the paper still stuffed in them... Just give me one second, I have to grab a special tool. I can tell this pair is quite potent.... Wait... Don’t try to remove the paper with your... Fuck.... Didn’t I say... Hey! Don’t get too close!

The cleats are stuck around your hands. You’re shaking your hands, looking up at me desperately. No matter how much you flail, they seem locked in place. You’re breathing heavily. A sense of panic filling you. Something feels very wrong. You feel warmer and you’re sweating profusely.

This is very bad... Okay, give me a second to just... what do you mean your hands hurt? Oh fuck... Ok not good, not good... I need to...

You cry out as you feel your hands start to shift and change within the cleats. It feels like your hands are lengthening, while your fingers are painful shortened. But it’s not just your feet. You watch as your forearms start to shift and change. Packing on muscle that more resembles thick calves rather than forearms.

Oh yeah, these cleats are quite potent. Okay... uh, I would be lying if I said I’ve dealt with this before. This is something we in the business call a... okay yeah, maybe I’ll spare you the details. But... Oh careful now!

Your legs suddenly give way and you’ve fallen onto you’re abdomen. You let out another cry as your arms start to shift and change even more. They’re forced above your head and you yelp as thick muscle starts to fill in. Your once mediocre arms are now a set of two built legs, crushing your head in between new thighs. But the pain in your new legs pales in comparison to the feelings from your dick. It’s throbbing in a mixture of pain, then pleasure. You feel nauseous as the room is filled with the sounds of your body cracking and shifting. Yet you moan as your body continues its metamorphosis.

Oh fascinating... I’ve never seen this before... So the pecs become the abs, and the abs become the pecs. Fuck, they're getting huge too... What am I talking about? It’s uh... oh! Give me a second! Well, hello there... Huh, still barely a whisper... Who am I talking to? Well, uh... it’s complicated. But...

You yelp when you suddenly feel your body push itself up. You’re forced to look down at the floor, and it feels like you’re doing a handstand. You clearly see the red cleats, and the firm calf and thigh muscles that used to be your arms. You try to crane your neck to look up, but are unable to.

Well fuck... this is, uh... What did you say? I can’t... your voice is a bit garbled now... Something salty? Yeah... I think that might be semen... Really? Come on, isn’t is obvious? Are you getting the idea now? Oh, don’t look at me like that, there were risks...

You yelp as a firm hand suddenly wraps around your neck. You’re afraid you won’t be able to breath, but instead, you just feel the salty liquid leave your lips. And as the hand moves up and down, more of it dribbles from your mouth. You try to speak, but you find your mouth has been forced to remain in a small “O” shape, no matter how desperately you try to move it. Worse yet, you watch as your hair falls from your head, decorating the floor beneath you.

Yeah, I doubt he’s gonna be able to talk much at this stage... So what did you say your name was....? Brett? Makes sense, you definitely look like a Brett. I gotta say, watching your arms grow in was quite the sight. And the muscle here... your biceps are so firm... oh sorry... right I’ll let you finish...

The deep moans that fill the air are not your own. You’ve never heard moans like this before. But soon your vision and hearing dwindle significantly. Instead, all you can feel is the rough calloused hand that jerks your hardened body, as well as the stream of cum that’s leaving your new mouth. And as the pressure builds and builds, so does the pleasure. It’s numbing. Numbing to the point you feel your complex thinking dwindle. All you can focus on is pleasure. Anyway, anyhow. And then you feel it. Cum bursts from your new mouth, and Brett lets out a loud moan, falling back against the wall. You feel your body softening, your mind only able to focus on your need for more.

Okay... I guess I’ll be cleaning that up... Oh? What’s happening? The room is spinning and... Wait, where are we...? The locker room? Damn, those cleats were potent... Oh sorry, you gotta get ready for your game. And I can hear your teammates coming in... Wait... You’re already getting hard again? And you’re already leaking? Shit... Well, I guess this isn’t what we expected. But, you’re certainly a horny, dumb football jock. And you’re certainly drooling there quite a bit, just in time for your team to see.... Well I guess I should go....Huh? Wait for you...? After the game...? In the locker room...? Sigh.... you stupid jock types are my weakness... see you soon...

#male tf #male transformation #inanimate tf #cock tf #jock tf #inanimate transformation

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sturnsblogs · 16 days ago

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Teacher!Matt X Milf!Reader

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You were standing in the kitchen, barefoot on the cool tile, hands absentmindedly rubbing over your very pregnant belly as you chatted with Matt about dinner plans. The sun was starting to dip outside, casting a soft golden glow through the window, making the whole room feel warm and still.

Matt was leaning against the counter across from you, arms crossed loosely as he watched you with that soft, completely smitten look he always wore these days. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other with a groan, trying to get comfortable. Your back ached, your feet were swollen, and the twins were making your ribs their personal punching bags.

“You okay, mama?” Matt asked, brows knitting together with concern as he stepped toward you.

You sighed, your voice half-laugh, half-defeated. “Uncomfortable. Heavy. Huge.”

Matt gently wrapped his arms around you from behind, his hands resting on top of your belly as he kissed the side of your head. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, nuzzling into your hair. “And you’re doing so good. So, so good.”

You let yourself lean into his chest for a second, relaxing for the first time all day. “I feel like I can’t even walk across the kitchen without needing a nap.”

He chuckled softly. “You’re carrying two tiny Sturniolos in there. You could sit down all day and still be working hard.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Remind me again why we thought twins would be cute?”

“Because they are,” he grinned, his hands splayed protectively over your bump. “And because we’re insane, clearly.”

Just as he leaned in to kiss your cheek, you felt a sharp cramp in your stomach, followed by a sudden, unmistakable pop sensation—then warmth trickling down your leg.

You gasped and stepped back slightly, looking down. “Matt…”

He blinked. “Yeah?”

You slowly met his wide eyes. “My water just broke.”

Matt froze for just a second, eyes locked on the floor beneath you, then flicked up to your face. Inside, his heart was racing—thudding so hard it felt like it was echoing in his ears. But outside? Calm. Steady. This was it. The moment. But all he could focus on was you.

“Okay,” he said softly, with a nod, stepping toward you like he’d trained for this moment. “Okay. Alright, mama. We’ve got this.”

He reached for your hand, helping you sit down slowly at the kitchen chair, careful not to make you move too fast. “Just breathe, alright? I’m gonna grab your shoes. Don’t move too much.”

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath as you braced yourself on the table. Matt crouched in front of you, sliding your sneakers gently onto your feet, tying the laces tight enough to stay but loose enough not to press on your swollen ankles.

“Eliana!” he called out, voice even but loud enough to carry through the house. “Can you grab your favorite stuffed animal? We’re going to the hospital, baby.”

A second later she came running in with wide eyes. “Is it time?!”

Matt helped you stand, arm securely around your back, already guiding you toward the door. “Yup. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get mommy to the car, okay?”

He opened the passenger door and helped ease you into the seat, buckling you in gently, brushing your hair out of your face. “You’re doing amazing,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

He then helped Eliana into her booster in the back, gave her a kiss on the top of the head, and told her, “You be mommy’s helper, okay? Just like we talked about.”

Then he sprinted back into the house—moving like a man on a mission. He grabbed the hospital bag, then another smaller bag with snacks, water, and extra clothes for himself. He remembered Eliana’s iPad, snatched the charger from the nightstand, and double-checked that her little headphones were in the front pocket.

He opened a drawer, snagged the folder with all the hospital paperwork, checked his phone for battery, then took one last glance around before locking the door and jogging back to the car.

He jumped into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and reached across the console to squeeze your hand. “Alright, let’s go meet our boys.”

You gripped the side of the seat, teeth clenched, breathing through another wave of pain. Your other hand was curled tightly around Matt’s as he drove—eyes flicking between the road and you like you were made of glass.

“Okay, we’re almost there, mama. Just a little longer,” he said gently, voice calm like a blanket. “You’re doing so good.”

“Don’t call me that right now,” you snapped, squeezing his hand tighter. “Everything hurts, Matt. My back. My stomach. My legs. I swear to god if the nurse tries to talk to me like I’m stupid—”

“Okay, okay,” Matt chuckled softly, not at you, but in an effort to keep the mood calm. “Got it. No mama. Just you. Got it.”

You groaned as the next contraction built up again, your eyes scrunching closed. “And my hair looks like shit,” you added breathlessly, blowing it out of your face. “I look like an actual troll.”

Matt reached over at a red light, gently brushing the sweaty strands off your forehead and tucking them behind your ear. “You look like the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said simply. “You’re carrying our twins, and you still somehow make me nervous when you look at me.”

You shot him a side-glare through your exhaustion. “You’re so annoying.”

He smiled anyway. “Yeah, but you love me.”

You sighed, resting your head back against the seat, and even though the pain was bad—you still let your hand relax in his.

“I really do,” you muttered. “Even when I wanna scream.”

He kissed the back of your hand as the hospital came into view. “We’re almost there. Let’s go meet our sons.”

Matt practically jumped out of the car the second he pulled up to the emergency entrance, rushing around to help you out while Eliana clutched her iPad in the backseat, wide-eyed and quiet.

“Okay, okay, careful—hold my arm,” Matt said, trying to support you as another contraction hit and you immediately gripped his hoodie in a death hold.

“Matt, I swear to God if they tell me I’m only like two centimeters—” you hissed, barely able to walk as he helped you inside.

“You won’t be, baby. You’ve been contracting every two minutes, they’re gonna see—”

“I know how far apart they are, I’m the one feeling it!” you snapped, leaning your full weight into him as they made it to the front desk.

The nurse took one look at you and nodded quickly. “Let’s get you in right now. Do you want a wheelchair?”

“No,” you gritted, already halfway to bending over from the pain. “I want a bed and drugs.”

Matt looked over at the nurse with an apologetic half-smile. “She’s not usually like this. She’s just—”

“Don’t defend me,” you cut in with a glare. “I am like this. I’m carrying two babies and one of them has been trying to break my ribs for the past hour.”

The nurse snorted and waved you both toward triage. “Let’s get you checked out.”

Once in the room, they helped you onto the bed and strapped on the monitors, Matt staying by your side the whole time. Eliana sat in the corner quietly with her headphones on, but her eyes kept darting toward you with little frowns.

A different nurse came in to check your dilation. “Okay, deep breath, mama. Let’s see where you’re at.”

You grumbled, “I swear if you call me mama one more time…”

Matt winced in silence, rubbing your back as you squeezed his fingers hard enough to cut off circulation.

“Alright,” the nurse said a moment later, eyebrows raising. “You’re at seven centimeters. We’re moving you to labor and delivery now.”

You exhaled in a shaky laugh. “Thank god. I was about to riot.”

Matt kissed your temple, trying not to show how pale he’d gotten. “You’re so close, babe. You’re doing incredible.”

You groaned. “Incredible and in agony. Remind me again why you did this to me?”

He smirked, brushing your hair back. “Because I love you and your womb is magical.”

You swatted at him weakly, huffing, “Never say that again.”

As they wheeled the bed out and toward the delivery room, Matt grabbed the bag, Eliana’s iPad charger, snacks, and practically everything else he’d prepped in advance.

He glanced back at Eliana and whispered, “Here we go, baby girl.”

Eliana nodded silently, still clutching her stuffed bunny, following behind with big eyes and even bigger emotions.

You were drenched in sweat, hair stuck to your face, your hospital gown feeling like it weighed fifty pounds. The lights were too bright, the room was too loud, and every inch of your body ached.

Your legs were up, nurses bustling around, the doctor between your knees, and Matt right beside you holding your hand while trying not to completely lose it.

You groaned through another contraction, squeezing his hand so hard he actually winced. “You’re doing amazing, baby,” he whispered, brushing your damp hair back with the softest touch.

“I’m hot,” you whined, wriggling miserably. “Get this blanket off me—Matt, seriously—I’m gonna combust.”

“I know, I know, I got it—” he rushed to peel the blanket back while gently fanning your face. “You’re okay. You’re so close.”

The doctor looked up. “We’re ready. On the next contraction, you’re gonna push, alright?”

You gave Matt a death stare. “After this, you’re getting a fucking vasectomy.”

His eyes widened, lips twitching into a smile he quickly tried to hide. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I mean it,” you huffed. “Clip ‘em. Burn ‘em. I don’t care.”

“I’m pretty sure you don’t mean it,” he teased softly, wiping your forehead with a cool cloth. “But I’ll agree to anything right now if it makes you feel better.”

Another contraction hit and you cried out, head thrown back. Matt leaned closer, speaking gently in your ear. “You got this. You’re almost there. C’mon, mama, I’m right here.”

You pushed with everything in you, letting out a guttural groan. It was like fire, like your whole body was folding in half, but then—

“One head is out,” the doctor called. “You’re doing amazing. One more big push!”

You whimpered, “I can’t—”

“You can,” Matt said quickly, cupping your cheek. “You are. You’re so strong. Push, baby, just one more.”

With a scream and one final shove, the room filled with the sharp, brand new wail of your first son. The doctor held him up briefly before passing him to a nurse to be cleaned.

Matt’s hand flew to his mouth, eyes glossy as he whispered, “That’s our boy.”

You barely had time to breathe before another contraction hit.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, half-laughing, half-crying. “There’s another one?!”

Matt held your hand tighter. “One more, babe. Just one more.”

“And then your dick is done.” You panted.

“Yes, love. Retired. Officially,” he promised, kissing your hand.

Within minutes, your second son made his debut, louder than the first and just as perfect.

You were exhausted, broken, sweating like crazy—but the moment they placed your sons on your chest, all you could do was sob.

Matt was already crying too, hand over his heart, eyes on the three of you like he couldn’t believe this was real life.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice shaking. “So, so much. You did it, mama. You really did it.”

Matt was standing beside you, hands shaking ever so slightly, heart pounding in his chest as the doctor handed him the surgical scissors.

“You wanna cut the cord, dad?” the doctor asked with a knowing smile.

Matt blinked quickly, a little overwhelmed but nodding instantly. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

You were still breathless, head resting back against the pillows, hair clinging to your skin, but when you saw him step forward—so gently, so tenderly—you smiled weakly. You knew this was big for him. For a guy who hadn’t even been there when Eliana was born, this moment felt like something sacred.

The doctor guided his hand, and Matt carefully snipped the cord of your first son, eyes wide with awe. “Welcome to the world, little dude,” he murmured, voice cracking a bit.

Then came the second. Another gentle cut. Another proud, teary smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Eliana had been standing with a nurse just a few feet away, holding her stuffed animal, looking much smaller in the big delivery room. She looked a little shaken—because how could she not be?—but her eyes were wide with wonder, glued to you the entire time.

When the nurses had cleaned and swaddled both babies and placed them into your arms, Matt leaned in, kissing your temple over and over, whispering “I’m so proud of you,” like a prayer.

That’s when Eliana finally tiptoed closer. You looked up and gave her the softest smile you could manage. “Hey, baby…”

She blinked at you, clearly unsure if she should speak, her little hands clutching the bottom of her shirt. Then she slowly made her way to your side, eyes flickering between you and the two tiny boys in your arms.

“You did really good, mommy,” she whispered, voice a little wobbly.

Your heart broke in the best way. You adjusted the babies just enough to free one hand and reached out, pulling her gently into your side. She laid her head on your arm, careful not to squish her new brothers.

“I’m really proud of you,” she added, voice barely above a whisper. “I saw everything. You were really strong… even when you were yelling at daddy.”

You let out a soft laugh, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Thank you, baby… that means everything to me.”

Matt chuckled from your other side, reaching out to rub Eliana’s back. “She was the strongest person in the room,” he said gently, “but you were a close second, kiddo.”

Eliana smiled at him, her cheeks rosy and a little wet. “Are they really my brothers?” she asked quietly, peeking at the babies’ sleeping faces.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah. They’re really your brothers.”

“I’m gonna help you with them. I promise,” she said with the most serious expression on her little face. “I’ll be the best big sister ever.”

“You already are,” Matt whispered, eyes shining again. “You really already are, El.”

The moment lingered. The four of you tucked in close together. Your brand new family. And even though your body ached and your mind was spinning, this—right here—felt like magic.

You were all curled up in the hospital bed, the dimmed lights casting a warm, soft glow over the quiet room. Matt was lying beside you, somehow managing to squeeze into the tiny bed without disturbing you or the babies. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, and your head rested against his chest, your sons—your beautiful, perfect sons—sleeping soundly in your arms. One cradled against your chest, the other tucked into Matt’s side.

Eliana had finally fallen asleep on the couch by the window, wrapped in a hospital blanket, her stuffed bunny still clutched tight in her hands. She’d stayed up as long as she could, but excitement and emotions finally wore her out.

You turned your head slightly to glance at Matt, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “We really did that,” you whispered.

Matt looked down at you, eyes soft and glowing. “We really did.”

You both stayed quiet for a while, just listening to the steady rhythm of the monitors, the little huffs of newborn breaths, and the distant sounds of the hospital outside your room.

Then, the door opened slowly.

Nick and Chris poked their heads in, already sniffling. Chris immediately brought his hands to his face, trying (and failing) to keep it together as he stepped in. Nick followed behind him, red-eyed and already blinking rapidly.

Matt grinned. “Hey,” he whispered, trying not to wake the babies.

Nick’s hand flew to his chest the second he got a look at them. “Dude… no fucking way,” he said under his breath, voice cracking. “They’re… they’re so small.”

Chris sniffled hard. “I’m literally gonna pass out. Look at their faces.” He walked over slowly, standing at the side of the bed, completely awestruck.

“They’re angels,” Nick said softly, crouching down to be eye-level with them. “They’re actually perfect.”

You glanced at Matt, the both of you smiling. Then Matt cleared his throat gently. “We wanted to tell you their names.”

Nick and Chris both turned to look at him.

Matt shifted just a little, careful not to jostle the baby sleeping against him. He looked at the one in your arms first. “This little guy… his name is Elliot Nicolas Sturniolo.”

Nick froze.

“No way,” he whispered, his hand covering his mouth instantly. His eyes filled up again, tears streaming down without him even trying to stop them. “You’re kidding…”

“Nope,” Matt said with a soft laugh, already tearing up himself. “he’s your namesake, bro.”

Nick wiped at his cheeks, laughing through the tears. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me, what the fuck…”

You reached your free hand out, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “You’ve been the best uncle to Eliana since day one. It just made sense.”

Chris was already sniffling again when Matt turned slightly, looking down at the other baby. “And this one… is Ethan Christopher Sturniolo.”

Chris blinked hard, his whole face crumpling instantly. “What?” he choked out. “Shut up…”

“I’m serious,” Matt said, holding back his own tears. “Named after his favorite uncle.”

Chris didn’t even speak—he just leaned over, carefully kissing Ethan’s little forehead, then Elliot’s. “You guys… oh my god.”

Nick wrapped an arm around Chris’s shoulders and smiled through his tears. “They’re lucky as hell, man. These boys hit the jackpot with you two.”

You looked over at Matt, your heart full to the brim. And as you looked back down at the two tiny boys in your arms, warm, safe, and surrounded by love—you knew in that moment, everything was exactly as it was meant to be.

Nick and Chris had been sitting in the hallway just outside the hospital room for a while, both trying to pull themselves together after the emotional flood of meeting their nephews. When they peeked their heads back in, the room had quieted down a little—Ethan and Elliot were snuggled into your arms again, and Eliana was still curled up at the foot of the bed, looking a little sleepy but very alert.

“Hey,” Nick whispered gently. “Can we steal your daughter?”

You smiled tiredly and nodded toward Eliana. “She’s all yours.”

Chris practically tripped over himself trying to get to her first. “Scoot over, bug,” he teased as he crawled up onto the bed beside her.

She giggled softly and shifted to make room. Nick joined her on the other side, sandwiching her between them like a human burrito.

“We missed you today, squirt,” Nick said, kissing the top of her head.

“You didn’t talk to me that much,” she mumbled, arms crossed a little. “You were too busy with the babies.”

Chris looked down at her and frowned. “Hey… we’re sorry, okay? We got way too excited. But guess what?”

“What?” she muttered.

“You’re still our favorite,” he said softly.

Nick nodded. “Forever and always. You’re our girl first, remember?”

Eliana cracked a little smile, leaning against Nick’s side. “I guess.”

They both cuddled her a little tighter, and you saw the corners of her mouth curl up into a sleepy, content grin.

Just then, there was another knock on the door. Matt got up quickly and opened it, revealing Marylou and Jimmy with big smiles on their faces and a soft baby blanket folded neatly in Marylou’s hands.

“Oh… oh my god,” Marylou whispered the second she stepped into the room. “There they are…”

Her eyes instantly welled with tears again as she took slow steps toward the bed. “You two… are just… I don’t even have words,” she said, voice cracking. “They’re so beautiful.”

Jimmy followed behind her with a quiet smile, stepping over to Matt and giving him a firm, proud pat on the back. “Never thought I’d see the day my son had twins,” he joked. “You’re gonna be outnumbered now, huh?”

Marylou gently kissed your forehead before gazing down at Ethan and Elliot. “Look at them,” she murmured. “So tiny. So perfect. You did amazing, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes stinging again.

Matt looked over his shoulder just as the door creaked open one more time, and in walked your parents. Your dad was carrying a diaper cake and your mom had a bouquet of wildflowers—but she barely made it three steps in before she saw you holding the twins, hair messy, eyes tired, but glowing. That’s when she dropped everything.

“Oh, my baby,” she whispered, rushing over to you.

Tears filled her eyes instantly as she cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. “You did it. You really did it.”

You barely managed to nod before your own tears spilled over. “It was so hard, Mom.”

“I know,” she said gently, wrapping her arms around you, careful not to disturb the boys. “I know, but you were incredible. I’ve never been more proud of you in my life.”

Tom walked up behind her and gave your shoulder a warm squeeze. “They’re perfect,” he said softly, looking down at his grandsons. “Just like their mom.”

You let out a soft, shaky breath as you glanced around the room—Matt standing beside you, Nick and Chris curled around Eliana, your parents and his parents gathered around with quiet smiles and teary eyes. A full, messy, chaotic, perfect family.

Your heart felt like it could finally breathe.

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A/N- sobbing but okay.

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