#i CANT GET OVER HIS SMILE AND HIS BICEPS HELP ME!!!!

[sleepdeprivedfrfr]

nsfw! mdni!

dadbod!toji loves his family dearly, he's put aside his work, outside life, and his bad habits just for his family. He's put all his time and effort in taking care of you and your baby, but Toji didn't realize that keeping away from work for so long would get him so out of shape.

dadbod!toji who starts looking at himself in mirrors all around the house in disbelief, realizing that his abs are now enveloped by a soft puge.

dadbod!toji who you find in the bed room one day staring at himself in the mirror with no shirt on. His back muscles flexing as he flexed his abs and arms, then realizing you were watching him the whole time.

dadbod!toji who turns to look at you with a scowl, but it quickly turned into more of a perplexed look once he realized you were fully checking him out.

Your lip practically bleeding from how hard you were biting on it while your eyes were wandering down from his thick muscly neck, across his even bigger juicer pecks, and god his already huge biceps the size of a bears arm that somehow, grew even bigger.

"look at what ya did to me babe,"

"trust me Im looking."

"I need to get back in the fuckin gym"

dadbod!toji who notices your pout when he tells you that he wants to 'get back into shape'

"whyyy?"

"babe its getting ridiculous, you've been fattening me up with your cooking. this is your fault."

"aw my two babies are so adorable all chubby." you would reply while squishing your babies cheeks and earning a scoff from toji as he watched.

dadbod!toji who cant help but to be amused at how much more obsessed you have become with his body, but he'll pretend like he thinks you're just a weirdo.

dadbod!toji who chuckles to himself when you and your baby nuzzle up to him on the couch to watch a movie, just for the both of you to fall asleep in the first fifteen minuets of it starting, leaving Toji there wide awake.

Not that he minded, he wasn't even paying attention to the movie, he was more focused on the soft snores coming from you and the baby.

dadbod!toji who smiles to himself when he realizes that the baby sleeps way faster on his warm and soft chest.

dadbod!toji who finds you on the couch after putting the baby to bed and pulling you into his lap and kissing you passionately.

"toji what was that for?" You questioned with a small giggle.

"lets have another one."

"hm?"

"you heard me woman." you could practically hear the smirk on his lips as he pulled you into another deep kiss.

"toji what are are you-"

"I wanna get you pregnant again, make you a mama a second time. please." he held your chin gently, but the look in his eyes was anything but innocent.

"please make me a dad again." he said in between kisses.

"please baby."

dadbod!toji who has you on your back sprawled open on the couch, your legs bent over his shoulders as he pressed your thighs against your chest, pounding into you relentlessly.

His huge thighs slapping against the bottom of your ass as he rammed his thick cock into your pussy, he felt even bigger than before.

"t-toji I-i cant. its-its too much." you whine, tears of pleasure brimming your eyes, and gliding down your cheeks.

"shhh, its okay mama-fuck- you can take it. I know you can." he says as kisses away your tears, pounding into you harder than he ever has before.

you grab onto each of his biceps and squeeze as hard as you can, moaning out while his cock hits all the right spots, the pain never felt so good.

"toji, m'gonna-fuck! m'gonna cum!" you squeal out.

"cum with me baby. m'gonna fill you up so good ~plap~ get this belly~plap~ nice and round again hm? ~plap~ youre gonna look ~plap~ so beautiful ~plap~ with my kid inside you baby.~plap~ make me a daddy again."

dadbod!toji who admires you sound asleep on his chest, making a silent vow to himself to not lose the weight just yet.

I mean who else is gonna be your human maternity pillow?

another toji drabble/hc my period is making me fucking feral and horny so yuh, not proofread btw :p

divider creds: @cafekitsune

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Hii, im so happy requests are open! Can we get one of jealous Harry maybe. You are at an event and he leaves you for a moment to go to the bathroom or something, and when he is walking back to you, he sees some tall guys around you and talking to you.

He cant help but get a little protective and evidently jealous. But after, at home, even though he denies it at first, he is insecure.

You help him get through those feelings, and make sure to love him so much. Thank youuu love

Only want you

Going to a party with Harry turns out to be quite different than you expected, but at home you make sure to show him just how much you really love him. Pairing: husband!Harry Castillo x wife!reader Warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort, explicit sexual content (+18), insecurities, doubting, slight jealousy (maybe if you squint your eyes), reassurences, kissing, oral (m receiving) Word count: 3k A/N: Also, I'd like to say that I don't do any proofreading before I post my works, so sorry again for any mistakes!

It has been weeks since Harry received the invitation to the biggest social event in his field of work. His first thing when he got home from work was to ask you to accompany him, and of course you said yes. He wasn’t planning on talking to his old and new working partners all night, instead he wanted to be close to you, to hold you and to share rounds of dance across the dance floor which was lit by the expensive crystal chandelier.

He even dragged you to buy a dress for you, and his excitement was yours too. In the end, you ended up bringing home a beautiful burgundy red dress, which wasn’t revealing. The soft silk was hugging your body in the perfect places, highlighting your curves and showing just enough skin. Harry couldn’t stop telling you how perfect it looked on you.

When you arrived at the big building flooded by woman and men dressed up in expensive dresses and tailored suits, the nerves started to kick to life. These kinds of events weren’t really something you were used to. The fake smiles, the polite nods, the people who pretended to love the company but in secret they wanted to go home.

“Are you ready?” Harry was standing in front of you, his eyes shining by the lights of the building but the soft smile on his face was unmistakably his. He wanted to make sure you felt comfortable, that you still wanted to walk through those huge doors with him by your side.

“Yes,” your answer was simple, just a word, but his eyes lighted up like you just told him that you loved him—which you already did over ten times that night. He took your hand and brought it to his mouth, giving a soft kiss to the golden ring that was resting on your finger.

“Then I’m ready too.”

Walking down the pavement with your arm intertwined with his, ducking between rich couples, the feeling that you didn’t belong grew heavier, but when Harry squeezed your hand that was resting on his bicep, he was like he tamed your emotions with just one simple touch.

He was always this way with you. He knew when you were feeling uneasy without a word, and he knew even better how to calm you down with soft touches and even softer words.

Stepping through the doors you saw the people talking with each other, and you felt more powerful than ever on his side. A man with greying hair and dark blue tailored suit stepped up to Harry, and you quickly caught up on the fact that he must be one of his work partners.

“Ah, Mr. Wolfe, it’s a pleasure to see you here,” Harry let go of your hand, and shook Mr. Wolfe’s hand with one firm motion.

“Harry, likewise.”

Harry turned to you and pulled you close giving you a sweet smile and looking back at the older man.

“Mr. Wolfe, let me introduce you to my wife,” his voice was polite, and you knew that this was your que to step forward and hold out your hand.

“Mr. Wolfe, it’s amazing to finally meet you. Harry talked about you a lot,” the man accepted your hand and brought it to his lips, giving a quick kiss on your knuckles.

“I hope he told only good things,” you chuckled at his comment, and Harry let out a low laugh of his own too.

“Don’t worry, only the best.”

“Well then, I calmed down,” he let go of your hand, and you stepped back into Harry’s embrace, his hand immediately coming to rest on your waist. “Harry, the night is long, I hope we’ll meet again.”

“Of course, Mr. Wolfe,” the older man gave both of you a final nod, and with that turned on his heels and walked into the crowd of people, turning to another man. Harry pulled you deeper into the room, and you followed him without a word. A waiter passed you two, and Harry reached up to the plate of champagne he was holding, taking of two glasses. He held one out in your direction, and you accepted it.

“To my wife, the most beautiful woman in this room,” he toasted, and a blush crept to your cheeks at his words. He may have said it with a funny tone, but he was meaning it with his whole heart.

“You’re an idiot,” your glass clinked against his, the sharp sound getting drowned out by the people’s hustle all across the hall.

“Yes, but your idiot,” you chuckled, taking a sip of the sparkling alcohol, the taste helping more to soothe the nerves and the doubts. He was just watching you, glass in hand, unmoving and a soft sigh escaping his lips. “I’m so lucky.”

You hummed and stepped closer to him, reaching up with your free hand and cupping his cheek. His eyes closed for a moment, the feeling of your warm palm still surprising him after all these years together.

“Let’s settle on the fact that we’re both lucky,” your lips touched his, the taste of the champagne soaking his mouth, and he couldn’t help but lean into you even more, his free hand resting on the small of your back. The people were walking around you, but you didn’t care, deepening the kiss. His tongue found it’s path into your mouth, tasting more the warm and bitter taste of alcohol.

The moment was cut off by someone clearing their throat next to you, so you quickly parted. A man—maybe in his thirties��was standing beside you, hair combed back and mustache intact in its place. Probably someone of Harry’s contacts.

“Mr. Castillo, excuse me for intruding! Can we talk for a second?” the man questioned, looking back and forth between you and Harry.

Harry looked at you, eyes full of questions, but you just nodded. He gave you one last kiss and turned to the younger man.

“Mr. Richardson, of course,” his head turned in your direction and he spoke with mischief in his tone. “Don’t wander too far.”

“I won’t.”

He turned his back to you, and you watched as they walked away to a quieter area of the room, probably talking about something important which you couldn’t understand even if you tried to. Your eyes scanned the rest of the room, looking for maybe people you have already met during the years you have been married to Harry, but turned disappointed when you found none.

Your eyes landed on the bar in the corner of the room then down to your empty glass, and with a quick not to yourself you started walking towards the bar. You weren’t in the mood to drink much this evening. Maybe two more glass of champagne or other alcohol, but that’s the top. You put the glass on the top of the counter and leaned against it.

“Can I get you another?” you looked at the source of the voice and you were met with two tall men just a bit older than you. One of them had longer hair and wore glasses, while the other was a bit shorter than him with a slicked back hair. They were looking at you with interested eyes, but not like the other man who could basically devour you with their orbs.

“No, not now at least,” you rejected the taller one’s offer, but they stayed there beside you, now leaning into the counter too, their suits unbuttoned.

“I’m Kyle,” the younger looking announced and the other one followed.

“And I’m Karl.”

“Nice to meet you both,” they were so alike that you couldn’t help but ask your next question, your hands folded in front of you. “I’m sorry to assume, but are you by any chance brothers?”

“Oh, yeah,” Karl answered and looked at his brother, putting his hand on his shoulder. “I’m the older…” he leaned closer to you, whispering softly. “And also, the smarter, but don’t tell him that,” you chuckled at his comment and his brother’s unamused gaze.

You fell into a deep conversation with them. They seemed like nice guys, not like those men who tried to come close to you even after you told them no and shoved your ring into their faces. No. They were funny, and they just wanted to know you better. They saw you before with Harry, and they told you you seemed like a nice couple.

What you didn’t know though, that Harry watched this whole interaction from a distance. He watched as you were talking so easily with them, throwing your head back when they told you a bad joke, and even though he tried to fight it, he couldn’t deny that he was feeling insecure.

He had eyes, you were a beautiful woman, and he was sure about the fact that other guys saw your beauty too. And these two men? He had to admit that they were closer to you in age, more handsome looking and… Taller. Much taller.

After his surgery he felt like he couldn’t be stopped. He felt more confident when he walked into rooms and every eye fell on him. He felt better in his own skin, but the fact that you were now talking to taller guys? It made his stomach twist in something he didn’t feel in a long time.

With a sigh, he pushed himself forward and squeezed through the people. His eyes were on you all the time, trying to see every reaction of yours, every emotion that was playing on your face. When he was finally beside you, he put his hand on your waist and looked at the two men with questioning eyes.

“Harry,” you turned to him, feeling his palm against the fabric of your dress. “It’s good that you’re here. Karl was just telling me that they are going to work for your company from autumn.”

“Are they?”

“Yes, Mr. Castillo. My name is Karl Johan, and he is Kyle Johan. We applied for the—” Harry cut him off with the sharpest and most serious look of his, and you felt his hand tighten around your waist.

“Then you better learn to talk when I ask you,” his voice was low, maybe even some anger was mixed in it. You looked at your husband with clear confusion, his eyes hiding something deeper.

The two men in front of you looked at each other, and they scurried away with a clear apology. You made sure they were fully out of earshot when you turned your whole body towards Harry. His posture was rigid, taut like a bow that was ready to be shot with, his jaw was clenched and his eyes—those beautiful brown orbs of his—were avoiding you.

You reached for his hand, and that was the moment he snapped out of whatever trance he was in.

“Harry, what happened?”

“Nothing,” his answer came out too quickly, not convincing you. “Just tired. Can we go home?”

You studied his expressions and tried to figure out what made him so distant from one moment to the other. You didn’t want to discuss this in front of God knows how many people, so you just nodded and followed him outside.

On your way home you were both quiet, not talking to each other. He was looking outside the window of the car, but his hand was nestled in yours between your bodies.

Back at home he got rid of his suit jacket the moment you stepped into his apartment, undoing his tie with precise and quick moves. His shoes landed next to the door, and he took his way into the kitchen without another word or a look into your direction. Kicking off your high heels you followed him.

“Harry,” you called out to him when he picked up a bottle of wine from the counter with a glass. He was ignoring you, completely oblivious to your worried tone.

“Harry.”

Still nothing.

You closed the distance with long strides, and pulled the bottle form his hands, making him finally look at you. You placed the wine back on the counter, and reached up, cupping his cheeks.

“Baby, what’s happening? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because I can see it in your eyes.”

“It’s just…” a low sigh left his lips, his arms falling to his sides, relaxing slightly by the feeling of you close to him. “I don’t know. I didn’t feel like this in years,” he paused, and you were waiting patiently, not pressuring him into anything. “This evening, when I saw you talking with those guys it set off something in me. They were a lot younger than me, more handsome, hell, even taller. I think I just realized how quick you could replace me if you want, and it just made me more aware of my looks.”

A silence fell over the two of you as you were processing his words. You could feel your heart break at his confession, and you stepped closer to him, ready to prove him wrong.

“You’re perfect, Harry. I don’t want you to be like them. I married you because of your generous and kind heart, not because your looks or your money. But if we’re on this page then I’m going to tell you this,” his gaze was now curious but there was still a bit of sadness behind them. “Yes, you’re good looking. I love your smile, your face, your whole body, but I love the man you are beneath all these layers of clothes. And I don’t fucking care about your height. I was there for you when you were shorter, I was there for you when you decided to get that surgery, and I was beside you through the journey of your recovery.”

He opened his mouth to stop you, but you didn’t let him.

“I only want you, Harry. With all your little flaws, with all your imperfections. You know why? Because that builds up the man that you are,” a slow breath left your mouth as you finished, and looked at his shocked face.

Your thoughts were flying around in your head, but he pulled you flush against his body and kissed you without any hesitation. His hands found your waist, and pinned you to him, while yours creeped up to his shoulder and the back of his head. The kiss was heated, tongues clashing together, and you felt the arousal settle in between your legs. His hips rutted forward, and you could feel his growing length under the fabric of his pants.

You started to unbutton his shirt, still not breaking the kiss. When your hands finally felt his hot skin under your palms, you pulled back and smiled up at him with a wicked expression.

“Jesus, I love you so much, darling,” he was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I love you too, Harry.”

You pushed the shirt off his shoulder, and with a sudden movement you backed him into the counter. You leaned up and started kissing down his jaw, along the outside of his throat, down to the crook of his neck. He was holding onto your waist like it was his only anchor, his breath catching in his throat.

“Darling.”

“Shh. Let me show you how much I love you,” you moved lower with every word, and now he was gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles white. Your lips travelled through the soft trail of hair down his stomach, and you lowered yourself to the ground in front of him. You looked up, searching for a final confirmation, and when he gave you a weak nod, you reached for his belt, unbuckling it.

His head was thrown back, as you slowly undid the zipper, and pulled down his pants. His cock was straining against the confines of his briefs, a small wet patch appearing on the grey material. You reached for the waistband, tugging it down slowly and watching as his cock sprang free. You felt his hand come to your cheek, stroking it slowly.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know. I want to,” with that you leaned in, and licked a long stripe up from the base to the tip. He was leaking with precum, his tip flushed red. You licked up the precum, enjoying the slightly bitter taste of it. He was grunting above you; his hand tangled in your hair. You were teasing him, blowing air against the tip, watching as his cock twitched in reaction to it.

When you heard enough of his soft whimpers and grunts, you took him into your mouth, sinking as deep as you could while swirling your tongue. His hand tightened in your hair, and it only fired you up more. You moved your head up and down, your hand holding onto his thighs.

You knew exactly what made him go crazy, and you used it happily. You were looking up at him the whole time, your eyes glued to each other. His jaw was slack, those brown orbs now completely dark with lust and half-lidded. A content hum left your mouth, muffled by his length, and the sound vibrated through his whole body, making him come undone. Hot ropes of his cum hit your tongue, and you swallowed every last drop of him.

Your hand was soothing up and down on his trembling thighs as you let him out of your mouth. His face was relaxed, skin flushed and shining with sweat, chest heaving, and it was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. When he was able to form any coherent word, he pulled you to your feet, and when you felt his hand come to the zipper of your dress, you stopped him with a soft look.

“I’m alright.”

“But you didn’t—”

“This wasn’t about me, Harry,” you murmured while he slowly pulled back up his briefs, but stepping out of his pants. “Come on, let’s go to bed. It was a long night,” you kissed him, and pulled him in the direction of your shared bedroom.

He felt like the luckiest and the happiest man alive in that moment with you.

[yasministration]

spoken confession - art donaldson

summary: when patrick can't come over to yours with art, the blond boy finally decides to make a move on you. but it seems as though you had the same plans wc: 1.3k cw: making out, dry humping, hand job divider by @anitalenia

Art tries not to be cocky, sitting cross legged on your bedroom floor as he admires you, a beer on the floor between you, torso resting against the edge of your bed. You sit perpendicular to him and your legs are extended on the floor in front of you, just enough so that you can plant your feet on the floor, knees slightly bent as you lean back on your dresser. The both of you sit so close together that Art’s knees brush against your calves.

After years of him and Patrick fighting over you, a secret competition between them over which of them would become your boyfriend, Art finally had an opening. It's rare that you are left alone with one of the two boys, their company usually coming together like a package. But for the first time nearly ever, Patrick had texted on the group chat between the three of you: ‘cant come tonight. if i can itll be wayy later’ and Art plans on taking full advantage of that situation.

Art puts a hand on your leg, caressing your soft skin before running underneath your calf, the other hand resting on your shin as he lifts your leg up, moving it to rest on his own lap. He shuffles closer to you — noticing how your leg barely drapes over his — until his legs are tucked underneath your thigh and your foot hangs over the other side of his legs.

You continue speaking, barely phased by the touch. It’s a common thing in your relationship — with Patrick too. Touching each other is casual, a love language between the three of you, reminding each other of your friendship. Art repeats the movement with your other leg, humming softly in agreement with what you’re saying as he runs a hand up and down the smooth, moisturised skin of your legs.

The clean smell of your soap clings to your skin, barely noticeable under the sweet scent of the body lotion he had watched you lather onto your skin. One of Art’s hands stops to rest just above the curve of your knee, his other protectively placed on your shin.

“What are you thinking about?”

It had been some time since you noticed how Art had stopped asking questions about more details to the story you were telling him, his eyes focusing on where your thighs disappeared underneath your sleep shorts before running down the length of your legs before finally focusing in on your face again.

“You.”

An unabashedly spoken confession.

A teasing smile makes its way onto your face and you tilt your head to the side, hand trailing down to rest atop Art’s hand on your thigh. You trace the prominent veins on his hand, trailing up his forearms, long nails tickling his skin as your fingers hover over him. “What about me?” You pry, making a show of glancing down at his lips, hoping he gets the hint.

It’s not that you don’t love Patrick. You do, just, as an actual friend. But Art? Art has that innocent, shy persona to him; one that lets you appreciate him the more he opens up to you.

“Everything.” He admits, before continuing. “Your legs, your skin, your-your lips.” Licking your lips softly, you chuckle, bracing a hand on the floor to help you push your back off the dresser behind you, leaning forward instead. Art’s gaze is anchored onto you, eyes fixated on your lips, slowly approaching his. You only stop leaning forward when your lips graze his, just barely, but it is enough for a whine to escape him.

Art’s breathing becomes heavier as the tension between you thickens. You bring a hand up to his bicep, squeezing gently, and Art slams his lips onto yours, bringing a squeak out of you. Both his hands fly to your face, steadily holding your jaw, fingers splaying across your cheeks as he relishes the taste of your lips, an aroma of the sweet chapstick you wore.

A hand snakes into Art’s hair, tugging at the blond strands softly, and the boy groans deeply, a hand leaving your face to wrap around your waist strongly, lifting you off the ground and pulling you onto his body. You manoeuvre your legs around so you can straddle Art, lips never separating. Desperately, Art parts his lips, pressing open kisses to your lips until you open your mouth too, tongues immediately tangling in an eager kiss.

Fuck, Art can’t wait to tell Patrick about this.

You gasp softly, feeling Art’s swollen erection through the thin fabric of his boxers. He uncrosses his legs, and you grind down onto him, covered cunt dragging along his cock. One of his hands comes to cradle the back of your head just as you break the kiss for air, pushing back onto him so that your open mouth presses against his. Art bucks his hips up to meet yours just as you roll yours down, both of you moaning at the delicious friction.

“Oh my god, Art.” You cry against his lips as he whines loudly, the high pitched noise echoing in your room. “Can I touch you?” Art doesn’t need any further explanation, nodding eagerly as you pull away to find the hem of his boxers. He inhales sharply when your fingers graze against his lower abdomen, and he lifts his hips up as you drag the material down his thighs, exposing his cock.

Mouth nearly watering, you gape at the view below you. Art's cock is red and leaking at the tip, standing proudly against his pelvis. You bring a hand down to close around the base of his cock, and Art immediately throws his head back on the bed, battling to keep his eyes open so he can watch you. And he’s glad he fights through it, watching as your free hand swipes a thumb over his tip, collecting pre-cum on your finger before bringing it up to your lips. You suck on the pearly liquid and hum in satisfaction before leaning forward and capturing Art’s lips in a kiss.

Art moans loudly when you kiss him, your hand beginning to stroke his cock slowly, up and down. His hands grip your waist with a bruising grip, bringing you forward on his lap so your cunt rests against his cock, your hand sliding between your bodies every time to grip him at the shaft. You pull away from the kiss teasingly as your free hand cups his balls gently, sucking gently on his bottom lip, extracting a loud cry from him.

He whimpers your name, the sound leaving his lips like a forbidden secret. “I’m so close.” Art whispers, his voice shaking as you move your lips to his neck, latching on the skin greedily. “Please.” He begs, watching your hand increase its pace on his cock. A guttural groan leaves his parted lips as he bucks his hips up into your closed fist, eyes tearing up at the intensity as he orgasms, shooting spurts of cum up all over his stanford t-shirt.

He’s panting heavily when you pull away from his neck, peppering kisses all over his face until he forces his lips onto yours, hugging you as close to him as possible. You sigh when he pulls away, looking between your bodies to glance at the mess Art made, and a little giggle leaves your lips.

“Are you kidding me?”

Both you and Art gasp at the sudden third voice in the room, heads snapping towards the door where Patrick stands, arms hopelessly hanging by his sides. Art’s eyes widen, but you just press a kiss to his lips again, tugging his boxers up to make himself decent. You stand up, reaching both your hands out for Art to take. He does, and you help him get up too.

“Sorry, Patrick, make yourself comfortable.” You tell your friend, nodding your head into your room whilst you drag Art in the direction of your ensuite bathroom. “We’ll be two seconds to clean up.”

You end up taking more than two seconds, and Patrick jealously settles on your bed, arms crossed over his chest as he frowns.

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toxic bf! rafe cameron x reader

"running away is easy, its the leaving thats hard."

summary- the camerons are in charge of the annual new years party this year, you along other kooks as well as the camerons distant family are invited to the estate to celebrate. you unknowingly strike up a conversation with one of rafes cousins whom he has always been in competition with since childhood, eventually having to deal with the consequences of your jealous boyfriend

warning/s- abusive relationship, slapping, degrading, choking, toxic ass relationship, mean rafe, reader is a crybaby, nutting inside as punishment, barely any aftercare, NON/DUBCON (reader lets him fuck to make him less pissed off) IF ANY OF THIS MAKES U UNCOMFY PLS DONT READ <3, etc.. im backkk pls enjoy and comment as well as repost apologies for being gone for so long lolsies 🙁

3 years ago you never would have pictured yourself where you are today, living in one of the finest estates of the island and dating one of the most popular and sought after members of this community. nor have you ever pictured yourself being in a a relationship where everyday was like stepping on eggshells and yet you never felt the urge to leave. you loved him too much to do so.

putting on silver dangly earrings as the final touch to your new years look, you turn to your boyfriend for approval. only to be met with a disgusted look on his face.

"why are you dressed like that"

"i thought you liked it? you bought it for me last week." you argued, folding your arms.

"yeah but i didn't think you'd wear it to a family event, i mean come on baby you look like a hooker." he pointed at the figure forming dress, your eyebrows furrowed. the dress was a maxi dress and the only thing revealing was the slight cleavage.

"never mind i'll just change" you exhale and quickly turn away to avoid starting an argument, but he grabs your arm and ushers for you to stay.

"you know what, lets go. we're already late." he leaves the room and you silently follow behind him.

.....

you and rafe walk through the door with your arm around his bicep, immediately you felt out of place. no one you knew were here and it was just random rich people. you felt your breathing begin to hitch and it continues to grow as you continue your walk into the kitchen to get drinks.

"i'll be back, stay right here." rafe orders and grabs a beer, leaving you to your thoughts.

"hey" a voice interrupted. you look up and see a tall brunette, someone you've never seen in this small island.

"uhm.. hi" you awkwardly respond back, giving a small smile which he returns.

"sorry did i interrupt? i saw you were by yourself so i thought maybe i should come and chat with you for a bit.. not that im calling you lonely. i mea- shit. im adrian by the way." he rambles and you cant help but laugh and slyly look around for your boyfriend. you know know how he gets when you talk to guys, and this guy seemed awfully familiar.

"no no, youre good. please. i was hoping someone would talk to me, everyones so intimidating here." you took another sip of your drink and lean against the marbled counter. who was this guy?

"i know right?! i thought my cousin was going to show up and greet me to everybody but i guess he's too good for that." he joked

"wow he seems like a handfu-" barely getting the response out, you instantly feel someone luring over you and harshly put their hand on your shoulder.

"what are you doing" you hear your boyfriends harsh voice whisper in your ear.

"oh hey man whats up" adrian says, they dap each other up but you could feel the tention behind it.

"i see youve met my girlfriend." rafes hand grabs your waist, massaging it. his fingers dig into your waist.

"i did, shes been a great chat." adrian responded, your jaw clenches and you bite your tongue. you feel your anxiety come back as you know youre about to dig your own grave.

"yeah she is huh. its getting kinda late though. i think we're gonna head out." before even hearing what adrian was going to say, rafe grabs your hand and starts to drag you outside.

"rafe what are you doing??? we just got here." you struggle to catch up with his long angry strides.

"do you think i give a fuck." you release yourself from his grip but he ends up pushing you up against his truck.

"i don-" his hand squeezes your throat, blocking your airways. it was 11 pm and everybody was inside, no one was seeing this.

"tell me. does it look like it?" he seethes, pushing you harder into the truck. you felt your tears start to form when his yelling is followed by his intense eye contact with you.

"no right? so get the fuck in the car." he opens the passenger seat and shoved you inside, slamming the door. rafe then gets into his seat and speeds off. you could tell by the silence and the way he was gripping the steering wheel that you were fucked.

......

rafe pulls up to the driveway and practically drags you inside, you were too scared to speak up. frightened at how much worst that would make his next moves be. pushing you into the guest bedroom he starts to speak up.

"why are you such a slut, i cant even leave you alone for 5 minutes without you trying to hop on my cousins dick." he scolds you, your body sits at the end of the bed in shame. hunching to make yourself smaller, mentally preparing yourself when you see him taking off his clothes.

"take this shit off." he grabs you and tugs on your dress. but you didnt hear him, you were too busy disassociating yourself away from him and this suffocating ass room.

"what'd i fucking say?" rafe slaps you and instead of giving you the time to take off the dress, he rips it and pins you by the wrists to the bed. he glares down at you before leaning down your neck and inhaling your scent and leaving dark bruises behind.

"i was thinking about fucking you real nice and slow tonight. but after you decided to act like a whore, i'm gonna treat you like one. how's that sound baby." he mocks you and caresses you clothed pussy before pulling them off your legs.

"rafe.." you whine when he uses his buff arms to spread your legs as much as they could go. you start to hyperventilate from his threat, and cover your face so you don't have to watch him violate you. his thumb rubs at your clit, and the other hand starts to stroke his cock. the tip showing how angry he truly was.

without a warning your boyfriend slams into your pussy, barley wet and prepped. you weren't adjusted to the size of him.

"ow fuck!" you squealed and immediately tried to seek comfort by grabbing onto rafe's bicep, this only seemed to piss him off more and he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

"you're not allowed to touch me. just lay there and be a good fuck toy for me to use." he gives your ass a hard before forcing his way back into you, the burn and lack of proper lubrication makes you shoot up again but he didn't let you move an inch. this sort of roughness was familiar, yet every time it never fails to terrify you.

"stay the fuck down." his large hand pushes down on the middle of your back, naturally putting you into a face down ass up position. just the way he liked it. your body shakes and trembles in fear when your boyfriends thrusts get harder.

"rafe please it hurts so bad i cant take it" you sobs getting louder, rafe lowers himself closer to you and grabs your throat cutting off your breathing.

"your pussys sucking me right in angel, i think you can." he sneered, your crying and begging seemed to anticipate him even further as he loses all his restraint. you knew you couldn't stop him. its just the way your relationship worked.

he would get mad and then take his anger out on you, and youd let him. why? because you know what he's capable of, the holes displayed throughout your guys bedroom were everyday reminders to not push him too far. but in a way, it made you feel safe and wanted. rafe would do anything to protect you and keep you away from the dangers of the outside world.

"you're starting to get wet shitttt" rafe moaned and releases your throat, both his hands grab onto your hips for leverage as he speeds up his pace hitting the good spots deep inside you. not caring about how there was going to be fingermark bruises later. you hiccup as you try to control the sounds of your crying, using a pillow as comfort while he ruins you from behind.

inevitably your stomach starts to tighten and you feel yourself about to cum, your boyfriend moves one of his hands to your hair and tugs on it. resulting in a moan from you, the other hand moves down to your clit and rubs circles.

"you gonna cum baby? cum on my dick." he orders, he was fucking you so hard and greedily that the sounds of his thrusts and skin colliding were echoing in the room. your body caved into the sensations and you felt yourself fall apart on him.

"thats it squirt all over it, make a fucking mess for me. god you're such a little slut." he coos. the overstimulation of his cock hitting your cervix over and over again made you fucked out to the point of of passing out.

"so fucking tight" his vulgar words fill your ears, he gives your pussy rough slaps and you push against him. you yelped in surprise, eyes widening when you notice that rafes thrusts started to get sloppier.

"no.. no rafe! rafe you cant, we cant!" you protested in between moans, he only laughed in response. trying to push yourself away from him but he easily overpowered you. grabbing both of your arms and pinning them behind your back.

"dont tell me what to do, you did this to yourself." he breathes heavily as he filled you to the brim with him cum, he stayed there for a moment fucking it in as deep as he could before pulling out. enjoying the view of your pretty pussy sucking him right in. your eyes squinted in disgust when you felt his seed slide down your thighs.

rafe got up to clean himself but left you lying on the bed, you definitely werent walk right now and you were so overwhelmed with everything that happened. your conscious couldnt take anymore and your eyes starting tearing up.

"why are you crying." he sat on the edge of the bed and examined your state cluelessly. he scooted closer to you and opened the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning you with it. you both sat in silence until rafe decided to pick you up and make his way to your actual bedroom.

"youre so mean to me.. you know that." you sniffle into his hard chest and draw circles on it with your finger. he doesn't respond but you know he heard it because he gave you a light squeeze before laying you down on the large bed. he takes his place next to you and turns away from you.

you sigh and turn to face his back, engulfing him in a hug. rafe initially tenses up but then relaxed in your arms. slowly you begin to knock out but before you do, you were sure you heard a brief

"im sorry" from rafe.

[ghostinmen]

think i need someone older

featuring : dads bsf!chris x m!reader

summary : you’ve had a crush on your dads friend, chris, for a while now. everytime he comes over you cant help but stare at him and his amazing physique thats practically bursting out of his shirt. and this time it’s no different.

a/n : im sorry if this is bad it’s my first time writing ! constructive criticism is welcome !

warnings : smut, masturbation, unprotected sex, nipple play, age gap

it was a friday night and your dad had just walked through the door with his friend, chris. you always waited for them, he would come to your house most, if not every, friday after he and your dad had a drink at the local bar. 

chris follows your dad to the living room, smiling at you as he walked in, you smile back, before standing up and asking him and your dad if they would like anything. 

“do you two want anything ?” you ask, trying to not make it obvious you were staring at chris.

“no thanks y/n” your dad replies, flicking through the tv channels

“chris” you say, he looks over at you from his phone. “im about to go upstairs, do you need anything?”

“no thanks, you can go, i know where everything is.” he replies, going back to texting on his phone.

it had been at least an hour after you went upstairs, when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. presuming it was your dad, you carried on scrolling through tiktok.

whoever it was knocked at your door.

“come in.” you reply bluntly.

the door creaked open. it was chris.

“chris?” you say, confused as to what he was doing in your room. “where’s dad?”

“sleeping.” he replies

“what about mom?” you asked, confused as how he walked upstairs without hearing your mom ask if he was alright.

“she went out five minutes ago” chris replied, walking towards your bed.

“what are you doing?” you ask, sitting up.

chris takes his flannel off, leaving just his grey tank top on, his bare bicep flexing as he put his hands in his jean trousers.

“ive seen how you look at me. you want me, dont you?” he teases.

“what?” you reply, trying to act clueless, but you could feel your face heat up.

chris takes his grey tank top off and bounces his pecs

“want a feel?” he asks as he sits next to you on your bed. “go on.” he continues, lifting your hands onto his muscular chest.

you begin rubbing his nipples between your thumb and index finger, quiet groans and grunts escaping chris’ mouth.

“fuuckk” he moans “that feels so fucking good.”

chris looks down at your lap and sees your dick has leaked through your underwear and pants. he looks back up at you and you feel your face flush.

“hey, dont worry, that makes two of us. now what do you say we sort this out.” he says, taking his pants off, you could see his massive bulge showing through is calvin klein underwear. “your turn.”

you take your shirt and pants off, leaving both of you in just your underwear on your bed.

“now get on your hands and knees.” he tells you

“what?” you say, confused

“im going to fuck you so rough.” he says, stroking his dick through his underwear.

in a trace you do what he says, he takes his underwear off and you can feel him rimming you through your underwear.

“oh fuuckk.” he moans “this is going to feel so damn good.”

he rips your underwear and spits on your hole, massaging his saliva into it.

“oh my god chris.” you moan

you feel his dick go deep inside you, and he starts slowly thrusting inside of you, gradually speeding up.

his hands wrap around your waist as he rips your underwear from the front, grabs your dick and starts jerking you off at the same pace as his thrusts, your precum acting as a lube. loud moans escape your mouth.

“quiet down” chris teases, speeding up his thrusts. “dont want your dad to wake up.”

“chris, please im gun- im gunna cum!” you moan out.

“fuck yeah, cum with me baby.” he says, speeding up his thrusts even more.

he pulls his cock out and rolls you onto your back, both of you jerk off at the same pace

“FUCK!” he moans out as you both squirt your loads onto each other.

“oh my god” you whisper as you come down from your high

“felt good, didnt it?” chris teased, flexing his biceps

you rub his biceps and pecs “you bet.”

[blueheron15]

Can you write JJ being sooo rough with reader after Rafe flirts with her

BOOM SHAKALAKA YES LAWWWD 🙌🔥

just imagine ur at a kegger. the sun is nearly setting, and your sweat and sunscreen are sticky as you dance sensually to the blasting music, one hand threading through your slick hair as you wiggle your hips, giggling with sarah, cleo and kie.

you wander off to get another drink, and rafe can’t help but notice how you’re gorgeous and glowing. your tits are practically spilling out of your top and your jean shorts are soo tiny. he takes a puff of his joint before pushing himself off the tree he’s kicked back against before approaching you.

he gets to the beer bottle you are reaching for first. “allow me” he says cockily with a wink. you scoff. he bites the cap off with his mouth, offering you the bottle.

“rafe, be so for real.” you roll your eyes, reaching for a different beer.

“hey.” he says. a bit harsh, but more commanding. seductive. “i offered you this beer. been hearin all this shit how you’re the islands sweetheart. so be a good girl n take it, yeah?”

you can’t even respond due to your notice of his eyes flicking up and down your body.

“ya know, you look pretty hot for a pogue.”

before you have the chance to raise your middle finger, you feel a booming presence behind you. a familiar hand grips your hip harshly.

“the fuck you think you’re doin?” jj spits.

rafe raises his hands in mock surrender. “jeez.” he says, in that slurred, drawn out and thought out voice of his. he lets out a breathy laugh. “you pogues… so tense. cant a guy have a lil fun round here?”

“nah, not with my girl you can’t.” jj seethes.

“alright man” he concedes. “just chill out, bro.” he fake smiles, slamming the bottle into your chest, but glaring at jj behind you. “just take this, tho. the little slut of yours wanted it real bad.”

jj immediately shoved you to the side, lunging at rafe. they threw a couple of swings at one another, but you were able to end the fight pretty quickly. this was bound to happen at keggers, anyway.

jj sniffed, sweeping a hair through his blond locks as he watched topper and kelce parade rafe away through narrowed eyes. “get the fuck back to your side of the island and stay there!”

“screw you!” rafe roared.

“jj!” you chided. half annoyed half concerned. placing one hand on his beefy bicep, and one cradling his face, you forced him to look at you. “you didn’t need to do that! i had it handled! are you alright, though? i-“

he looked at you intensely, breathing raggedly. he whispered possessively. “only one who gets to call you a slut is me.”

you knew what that meant. when jj was in his dominant, rough moods, you were in for the best pain imaginable.

he sped back to his house (faster than he normally drives) knowing that luke was god knows where, and knowing your screams and moans were going to be loud enough to disturb the whole cut.

he fucks you roughly from behind on his bed. one hand keeps your ass pressed flush against his hips, the other grips your hair into a ponytail.

he throws his head back and lets out a grunt. your practically drooling onto the pillow, your eyes rolling back into your head as you go completely cock dumb.

he trails hot kisses up your back, slipping his hand to squeeze your neck and leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“takin it so good for me, hm?”

all you can do is moan in response, prompting him to squeeze your throat tighter. “y-yes!” you choke out. it’s part moan, part plea, part pain.

“yeahhh you are. like the little slut you are for me. only me. fucking say it.” he practically seethes.

“only y-you, jay. only you!” you moan.

even after your pussy squirts all over his cock, he relentlessly drills himself into you. until you continue to cum and cum over and over again.

[lovlyxim]

starboy | choso kamo

you were partnered up with the quiet boy, choso, who you thought was innocent right?

he stares at you, at the very back of the class, head resting on the palm of his hand, his beautiful but yet tired eyes lingering on you and your face. the face he so badly longed for.

the teacher was assinging partners for a physics project, which came easy to choso since he was pretty smart, however she noticed you struggling a bit in class, being that she partnered you with choso.

choso’s head perked up when he heard both his name and the girl he was just thinking about putting into a mating press a second ago name’s being called.

“who?” you questioned. you turn your head back and spot choso, you were suprised you never noticed him before since oh my- was he a sight to look at. tired but piercing eyes, biceps creeping out his black shirt, and oh god was he tall.

you made your way towards chosos desk, slipping beside the seat next to him. giving him a good look and oh was he even sexier close up.

“hello” you say with a gentle yet shy smile. he nodded at you and gave you a small “hey.”

“so i take it your going to help me get out the pits of hell?” choso tilted his head. you responded with a soft laugh, “i’m reffering to this class that i am so failing.”

choso laughed softly and shook his head, “no yeah, its really no problem to me, well i mean physics come easy to me so, your in good hands.” he said reassuring you.

they started working on the project which involved a bunch on confusing stuff, that choso later on talked you through.

class ended and you both didnt finish so you agreed on coming to his house later. you look up at choso before you leave, noticing the painfully big size difference you guys had, that made your clit throb.

“so i’ll see you later, choso?” you said. “yeah uh- later” he gave you a small wave and smile. and you took that as a win.

—

you arrived at his house around seven pm, which to your luck, on the way there, it started raining. you eagerly knocked on his door, and were greeted with choso and his hair down. “fuck” you thought.

choso greeted you as he let you come in handing you a towel since you were now half drenched. “here, dont get sick on me.” you took it and laughed, “wouldn’t dream of it, plus i need this grade.”

choso brought you up to his room which was surpringly neat. “wow” you say dropping your his bed, sitting on the edge of it as you pulled your laptop out of your bag.

“what?” choso questioned, “oh nothing your just…surprisingly neat-no offense.”

“non taken” choso answered and sighed, pulling out his own laptop and materials, getting straight to work.

you were bored and chewing on the eraser of your mechincal pencil. staring at choso as he explained statistical mechanics to you.

“you know, you look really good with your hair down.” you suddenly interrupted choso’s ramble. he stops, confused and a bit offended on how your not paying attention to what he is saying.

“seriously?” he says. “your more worried about my hair then what i’m taking time out of my day to teach you?” he says in a dark voice.

your brows furrow, “no choso i was jus-“, “just what?” choso interrupts, “since you want my attention so badly, i might aswell give it to you while it also benefits me.”

choso suddenly manhandles you across his lap, as your stomach hits his thigh, and he bends you over. he yanks a fist of your hair as he mocks in your ear, “cant speak now huh?”

he carreses the curves of yours ass. “now, you are going to count as many as i gives you okay?” he starts.

“one”

“t-two” you whimper.

“three”

“four” you wince.

choso smacks a bit harder which makes you yelp and your eyes cross.

“cmon dont you dare fucking lose count.”

“f-five!”

choso stops at twenty which fucks you out so he rubs your now bruised ass.

you cuddle up to his chest.

“what do you think your doing?” choso says with edge in his voice.

“well i thought we wer-“ you replied but choso quickly interrupt, “finished?” choso chuckles darkly and slides you under him. missionary.

“oh darlin’ we havent even started.” he states.

you both then went on to have a long night, project long forgotten.

hehehe, i noticed a lot of support on my last fanfic and i just wanted to come here and say thank you since you guys helped me be mote confident in what i write, thank you really !!

written by lovlyxim | dont copy or translate

[bloomness]

bloom omg hiii! first time in the ask box.. kinda nervous. put can i please request head-cannons as the reader being the mha boys workout/gym crush 🤗

( and can u plssss include bakugo ! only if u want though no pressure :p)

CRUSHED REPS

ft. kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou

contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship to established relationship

authors note: sorry for the long wait anon ! n thank u for the request mwah. btw hitoshi is actually delusional abt every interaction you have. he goes home and breaks it down w the guys while gaming.

also no bakugo cus guys i cant but there are so many other amazing bloggers who can and will do it amazingly so pls request and follow them !!!

kirishima eijiro

eijiro wouldn’t notice you right away, being so immersed in his own workouts, but over the span of a couple of weeks he can’t help but take note of you. 

when you're nearby he lifts just a little heavier than usual at the chance to impress you. if you so much as glance over at him and flash him a smile, he considers it a win.

and if you compliment him it makes his day! he tries to play it off but he can’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. “ah, it’s nothing really! um, i saw you and— you were doing great too!” 

eijiro would finally ask you out by putting flowers in your locker and then popping up behind you like, “hey, you're a really stable lifter— wanna go on a date with me?” 

once you are officially dating you are also officially gym partners for life. 

eijiro falls into the habit of buying the same gym brand equipment as you because he’s now shopping for two and it’s easier. 

you two start your mornings by making protein packed smoothies alongside a nutrient rich breakfast. eijiro encourages early runs before work together and you always accept— he wraps a scarf around your neck, insisting that your workout outfit isn’t warm enough.

eijiro is discussing both your workout plans on your way to the gym and runs at any opportunity to spot you.

at the end of the day, you like to take photos to document your progress and eijiro flexing in the back of them has become your new normal.

eijiro makes a joint diet schedule that’s hung up on your fridge and plans ice cream dates on your shared cheat days.

kaminari denki

when denki first saw you at the gym— which was pretty soon after you began going because he’s always distracted at the gym — he lost track of his speed and flew off his treadmill. to no one's surprise, he spent the next couple of weeks watching you, not in a creepy way, but in an admirable one. 

you were consistent, confident, and exactly his type and he could tell all this without even having to talk to you.

your high gym attendance improves denki’s. now he spends hour-long sessions at the gym in hopes to run into or even just see you.

denki would come up with the stupidest way to talk to you for the first time. like he notices you’ve been focused on your biceps recently and challenges you to an arm wrestle. 

he goes home and practices complimenting you in the mirror, “woahhh nice form— no, that sounds weird. perfect form beautiful! …no not that. you are so sex— fuck.” (and maybe gets a little side tracked)

once he finally makes his move and you accept, he’s genuinely just sooo ecstatic to show you off at the gym. he loooves spotting for you, even if you don’t need it. 

denki loses his mind when you arrive with a new workout set that fits your figure just right, literally ogling at you shamelessly. he’ll say you need to fix your strap, no, he’ll do it for you just so he can get his hands on you.  

getting smoothies after working out is a new favorite part of both your routines. 

sero hanta

hanta sees you killing it on the stairmaster and immediately knows he needs you to be a part of his life.

he finds you at the front desk after one of his late night workout sessions, and sparks up a conversation with you. he’ll be sure to include how he notices you really like to do cardio and expresses his fascination for it.

from then on you two have a very flirty dynamic. there’s never a day where he doesn’t compliment you. 

he always brings an extra jacket just in case you want to do your exercises outside. 

hanta remembers your favorite energy drink, and somehow ‘accidentally buys two’ so he ends up giving you one. this happens more times than it should. 

hanta hears music blasting from your headphones one day and suggests making a shared playlist. he’d tease you for your music taste but listens to your favorite albums when he does solo runs or is studying.  

the first time you properly flirt back with him, he genuinely starts lagging. “yeah? really— i mean that great, you’re great.”

if someone’s creeping on you at the gym? he’s there in seconds. arm draped around your shoulders, casual but firm. “hey babe, you ready to go?” (he’d do this before you’re even official)

you could be doing two different exercises at the gym, but he makes sure that you’re always in his line of sight.

though hanta is an amazing boyfriend, he isn’t always the best gym buddy. all it takes is waking up next to you, breathing slow and peacefully as you’re tucked under his arm, for him to cancel his 8am workout session. and he’ll beg you to not leave his side when it’s time for you to get up. 

shinsou hitoshi

hitoshi first noticed you because you actually wiped down the equipment after using it. that’s it. his knew his standards were already high and maybe you’d prove he wasn’t out of his mind. 

hitoshi unapologetically looked you up on social media when he got home that day and physically flung his phone across the room when he accidentally liked your latest post. 

he definitely didn’t avoid going to the gym for a couple days after that…

eventually, you two end up at the water fountain at the same time and hitoshi forces his resting bitch face to curl up into a small smile. it pays off when you tell him he’s cute and pointed out his one sided dimple.

hitoshi would only ask you out after you've complimented him a dozen times, he’s dropped a million hints, and he’s 100% sure you’re interested in him.

even after becoming official, hitoshi gets totally flustered if you compliment his progress and will try to cover it with sarcasm. “whatever it’s nothing.” (he’s blushing)

you’re the only person he ever gives unsolicited advice to gently. “if you adjust your grip just a little, it’ll hit your lats better.” it’s his version of flirting.

hitoshi stopped taking pre-workout and started stretching with you in the morning instead (and it has worked wonders for him.)

you’re genuinely his biggest motivation. he thinks you’re cool and wants to keep you around so as long as you’re the one kissing his biceps by the day and he will keep on fighting.

if you’re both facing the mirror, and he catches your gaze he tries soooooo hard to act nonchalant but you can see him smiling to himself and quietly hyping himself up. 

[laiiaaa]

THANK YOU VERY MUCH — CARMEN BERZATTO

summary You pay Carmen a visit after a busy night to give your thanks...with a little extra love.

length 3.1k

contents MINORS DNI, smut, lots of kissing, some heavy petting, oral sex (m!receiving), semi-public sex sorry Richie, soooooo much praise, teasing, a glimpse of subby Carm make brain go brrrrrr, fluffy ending bc he’s a cutie pie, imma be fr...he splooges in your mouth…in his office…after hours…don’t look at me ik it’s FILTHY!!!…apologies to the church it’s not my fault he’s a SLUT

Carmen’s sitting hunched over his desk in a mess of paperwork when Richie barges in.

“Your girl’s here,” he almost sighs, holding the door open as you walk in, all smiles and a Thanks, Richie slipping past your lips before he nods, shooting Carmen a look emphasized with a pointed finger: “No funny business back here, alright? ‘Cause I’ll fuckin’ know.”

When he walks away, you shut the door and lock it. Stupid fuckin’ lock, Carmen thinks, knowing that it’s mostly for show. He can’t remember the last time it actually worked. But he smiles back at you, turning his chair around when you peek over your shoulder after the fact anyway, his skin tingling with anticipation of feeling you in his arms again.

You carefully drop your bag on the floor and leave your jacket on the desk as you walk over to him, standing between his spread legs as he sits up. Your fingers tangle in his hair, voice syrupy sweet when his hands wrap around your thighs just below the hem of your skirt. “Hi, Bear.”

He looks up at you with his chin resting below your navel. An after hours haze comes over him, muscles sore and eyes heavy, and he swears you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Hey, baby,” he drawls, letting you play with his hair a moment longer before bringing one hand to gently lift your top just a few inches, pressing gentle kisses to the exposed skin, trailing right to your waistband to leave heated butterflies frenzied in your stomach. “Missed you a lot today…”

“Yeah?” You tug at his strands to get his attention again and lower yourself to straddle his hips. “Stressful day?”

His palms slide from your waist to your hips, pawing at your ass while he presses kisses to your jaw. “Yeah, just busy…‘n T was in a mood, so…” He trails off, too occupied with soaking in your perfume, your heavy breaths when he drags his teeth against your pulse.

“Carm?” you start, massaging his shoulders and moving to squeeze at his biceps—fuck, his arms, you just wanna…mm. You pry a groan from his throat and it only makes you want him more. “Lemme help you unwind, hm?…” 

One hand urges him to lift his gaze before you take his lips in a kiss, his hands making their way beneath the fabric of your shirt to feel skin to skin. It’s sweet, and it’s sultry, the way you kiss him, like you want him to unravel between your fingertips as you thumb at the knots in his shoulders. He’s not so sure he’d mind, what with the way you’re already turning his brain to mush with just a few cants of your hips against his. 

“Baby,” he breathes, “You don’t—you don’t have to…”

“I want to, though…” You’re nearly whining into his mouth. “You do so much for me, Carmy…”

“I, uh—” he laughs sheepishly, neck and face flushed and breath turning shallow— “I dunno ‘bout that—”

“C’mon, Bear—” you quiet your voice, leaning down close by his ear while a hand cups the opposite side of his face— “You cook for me all the time…” His fingers tease at the hem of your top again, and you peck his jaw. “You never let me lift a finger, and you always hold me…”

He sighs when your nails scratch at the tuft of hair behind his ear, head lolling into the back of the chair, eyes shut as his hands wander up your shirt dangerously close to your breasts. 

“And you make me feel so—” you drag your teeth along the shell of his ear, and put more weight against his hips, and he’s barely keeping himself calm— “so good—”

“Shhhhit—” he squeezes you tight to keep you from grinding against him again— “Richie’s just outside, baby, gotta be careful…”

“I don’t care…” Putting him in a trance, you carefully remove your top and let it fall to the floor, a pleased breath escaping when he grabs at you. “I’ve been missing you all day, y’know?”

“Yeah?” His chest is already heaving in anticipation, and it’s like he’s a virgin, cock half hard and throbbing just at the sight of bare skin he craves to kiss. “Me too, baby…”

You snake a hand down his stomach to palm him through his jeans while smiling like a minx. “And I miss your cock, Carmy—”

“Shhhhit—” he plants his hand on your mouth, and it’s painfully hard to ignore how he just twitched in his jeans— “The fuck’re you doin’?” 

You pout when he hesitantly uncovers your mouth. Feeling up his arms again, biting at your lip, you sigh. “Just showin’ my appreciation…”

He huffs, runs a hand through his hair with his eyes closed. “O-Okay, fuck…” 

How is he supposed to say no when you’re sat all pretty and topless in his lap? That wouldn’t be fair, now, would it? 

“Fuck, okay—” he looks you in the eye, brows furrowed and desperate for you like you always know he is— “We gotta be quiet, though, baby, alright?” A sweet kiss, slow and with his hands holding your face. “Gotta be quiet.”

You giggle into one last smooch. “Fine by me.” You shrug and shuffle out of his lap, sat on your heels in front of spread knees, mouth watering and eyes blown with lust as you brush your hands along his thighs.

He watches you carefully as you undress him: unbuttoning his jeans, opening his fly, looking up at him all sweet when you need him to lift his hips. By the time the denim pools around his ankles his cock is weeping pre and soaking through his briefs. 

“Oh, Carm,” you coo, kissing up and along his inner thighs past a tattoo of your name, leaving him reeling, “Why didn’t you tell me you’re so worked up?” You trail your fingers beneath the hem while lending hot kisses over the fabric, and he groans a little too loud for someone who was just worried about being caught. “I would’ve helped you.”

“F-Fuck you,” he laughs, leaning back into the chair with an arm cast over his forehead to try and calm himself the best he can when you’re breathing on his cock and peeling sticky briefs down his legs.

His dick is throbbing by the time you free it, threatening to stain his white tee, and you’re practically drooling into his lap as you wrap your hand around the base of it. It’s thick, it has your thighs pressing together and tongue going slick, and you can hardly connect your middle finger and thumb.

A breath hisses through his teeth and you hum to yourself. “Mmmm, you’re so big, Carmy.” But you notice he’s not looking at you, and you pause. “C’mon, you gotta watch.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and sighs. 

“If you want me to suck it—” wet, slobbery kisses trail from his base up toward his cherry red tip as you pump him slowww, spreading pre down his shaft— “You could at least open your eyes a little, hm?”

And oh, what a sight he is when he obliges: cheeks flushed, brows drawn tight together, golden brown curls made a mess, bottom lip barred behind teeth, preening over the look of your lips glossy with spit. He thinks he could come in record time. 

You smile up at him sweetly. “There he is…” And before he can blink you’re taking him into your mouth, down far enough to touch your lips to your hand, down far enough to have him groaning. 

“Holy shit, baby—” he moans, a sound that makes you dizzy, “Oh, fuck…” His head lolls back again, exposing a bobbing Adam’s apple as he gulps down a breath, a hand of his brushing low and past dark thick curls before squeezing the fabric of his tee and revealing his happy trail. 

You pull your mouth up on his cock and swirl your tongue around his tip to hear him whimper—whimper, all drawn out and whiny like he can’t get enough—before you let go completely, holding him by the base and watching a trail of spit and pre connect his slit to your tongue. 

“Jesus fuck—…” He bites into his fist, a pained look on his face but with lust-blown eyes. What’d he do to deserve you? “So fuckin’ sexy, baby…”

You smile and kiss his tip. “ ‘Cause I love having you in my mouth…”

A heady breath accompanies another rush of blood beneath your hands. “Yeah?”

“Mmmmm ‘f course, Carmy…” You drag your lips back down to his base and flatten your tongue to lick a stripe to the top, prodding his tip past your plush lips before smooching it again. “You have the prettiest cock…” You gather a glob of spit and Carmen can’t peel his eyes off of it as it drips…down from your glossy lips…down onto the beating head…before the words “Thank you for letting me suck it…” fall breathlessly off your tongue.

That makes his hips buck up and a moan slip past stifled by a hand over his mouth. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come—”

You squeeze the soaked base of him, taunting with a feigned frown. “But I just got started…”

“Y-Yeah,” he heaves, “That’s the problem…”

You pump his cock slow with a tight fist how he likes it, grinning as your free hand snakes up his thigh; his breath hitches, and he starts to think he’s dreaming when you grab for the hand by his navel and bring it atop your head. He smooths it over your hair a few times as he releases choppy breaths, makes a face to ask Are you sure? He doesn’t expect you to hum against his tip, sending a vibration down his cock to make him choke on nothing before you murmur, “Do whatever you want…” kissing and licking along his shaft as your hand twists around his tip, “Wanna make you feel good…”

“You are, baby…” He tugs gently on your hair and guides your mouth back to where he needs you. “Like a—” you wrap your lips around him again, and even with his hands in your hair his head rears back— “Fuck, yeah, just like that—like a fuckin’ angel—”

It’s filthy, and it’s messy and wet and dirty, the way you let him fuck into your mouth, his feet planted on the ground and pushing the back of the chair against the desk, your hands pressing into the sinew of his thighs to keep steady. “God, you’re so fuckin’ good—so fuckin’ good for me, baby—”

And you’re practically dripping in your panties, doing as best you can to relieve some of that pulse between your thighs by grinding your cunt into your heels, too caught up in Carmen’s moans to think too much about the fact you’re in his office choking on his dick because it feels so good, and he looks beautifully euphoric, eyes squeezing shut every few seconds, neck flushed crimson above a gasping chest. 

You hollow your cheeks around him and he thrusts only halfway, the added suction too much to take all the way down to your throat. “Shhhit, suckin’ me so nice—so fuckin’ gorgeous—makin’ me wanna—” but you push away from his dick, drool-smeared lips curling into a smile. He wets his lips as his chest rises and falls at the loss of release. He thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen like this, all messy and covered in spit and pre with tears marring the makeup around your eyes. “Fuck me,” he groans, exasperated as he leans back into the chair and brings his hands up to his forehead. 

You sit up a bit and put more weight into your knees. You keep one hand languidly stroking his cock while the other grips his tee and pulls him forward, crashing into your lips so he can taste himself. His hands quickly take up your jaw, holding you firm against his lips to let him dip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss. Your neck is craned, and his back is hunched over, but with the way you keep your hand away from his throbbing tip has him groaning for more. 

“You gotta be quiet, Carm,” you murmur before he just kisses you again anyway. 

“Can’t—” you squeeze his dick when you near his head at that— “hah, fuck—can’t be quiet when your mouth ‘s on me like that—”

You push against his sternum to send him leaning back into the chair, and his head starts spinning with want. “Figure it out then—” another kiss to his weeping cock, just as sexy as the last ten times as you thumb at his slit— “or I’m not gonna fuck you when we get home.”

“Shit,” he hisses to himself, lifting his hips to move them closer to your mouth. He likes this side of you, knowing what you want and a little demanding, a smirk poking at the corners of your mouth when you command things of him you’ll make sure he can’t fulfill. Maybe he should fuck you in the office more often. 

He doesn’t get to ponder it too long, though, because you’ve already taken him into your mouth again, both hands now gripping at the base while your tongue laps at his slit like you’re begging for him to spill into your mouth. His knuckles turn white as he grips the arm rests of the chair, and he bites down hard into his bottom lip to stifle a moan loud enough to be heard all the way at the front door. 

“I needa come, baby—” you leave your hands on his thighs as you take him all the way in, his tip prodding at the back of your throat— “Fuck—!” He thrusts up into your mouth and realizes too late how fucking loud he is—how loud all of it is, what with you gagging and moaning as you try to get some sense of release while milking his dick for all he’s worth, the sighs of pleasure that slip off his tongue no matter how hard he tries, the wet sounds from your mouth every time he bucks his hips out of the chair. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he groans, a hand coming to the top of your head again to slow you so as not to let him finish too quick. “Baby—ah, fuckmmmmfuck baby, please—” He feels it churning in his gut all the way to his cock: that band stretching and stretching and threatening to snap, growing tighter and tighter every time your lips smooth over his head and your tongue laps at the frenulum. “Baby lemme—shit, lemme come down your throat please, baby—”

As soon as he begs it of you you’re moaning an affirmation, locking eyes with him for a split second before they shut again with ecstasy. He snaps with a stuttered thrust into your mouth, palms pressed hard into the arm rests as he chokes out your name as hushed as he can manage. “Fuck, pretty—” his release, bitter and salty, shoots into your mouth with a groan so guttural you feel it in your cunt.

The shift of his hips slows from a thrust to a meager cant, overstimulation crawling up his spine as you continue milking him. “Shit,” he huffs, arms going limp and jaw going slack. “Slow down, baby…needa—needa calm down…f-fffuck…” He watches as you slowly drag your lips up to the tip of his cock to clean him of his cum, another groan easing by at the sight. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby—” You’re giggling and pressing soft kisses to his thighs, and all he can do is tilt his head back and shut his eyes to try and recover. 

You wait less than a minute before you’re hounding on him again, thrumming with success and the thought of him fucking you when he brings you home. “How was it?” You ask the question sheepishly, smiling up at him and wiping spit from your lips like you don’t know how much you’ve just wrecked him.

He wills himself to sit back up again. “How was it?” He smiles back, heart warm. “Baby—” he cups your face all sweet how he is after sex, muscles pliant and brain dizzy with aftershocks of pleasure— “You’re fuckin’ incredible, y’know that right?”

You shrug despite your daze. “Obviously. You came in my mouth like a virgin.”

“Shut up,” he sighs, lips perking up into a reluctant smile. His thumbs brush along your cheekbones with adoration. “Your fault for bein’ so sexy.”

A precious kiss to your forehead, one that has your eyes slipping closed before his nose nudges past yours and he seizes your mouth in a searing kiss, one that’s built on passion and lust and appreciation and awe. Your palms sit beneath his elbows and he smiles into it, flushing when he tastes himself on your tongue but kissing you that much deeper when he does. 

There’s one last sweet peck before he says, “You’re perfect. Thank you.” Another between your brows and to each cheek before he grabs your shirt, crumpled beside the chair, and hands it to you. He lets you dress yourself while he fits his half-hard dick back into his briefs and stands to pull his jeans over his hips, wiping tacky hands down on the denim. It’ll do. 

He helps you get back up and ease your sore knees back into working condition before the door knob rattles. Both of you freeze. 

“Cousin!” A hand bangs hard on the door.

You and Carmen lock eyes. “Shit,” he hisses, looking down and fumbling with his fly. You panic only half-heartedly, the other half laughing at Carmen’s struggle. 

“Cousin!” Richie calls again, shaking the door, “You fuckers better not’ve been doin’ what—” 

Just like Carmen should’ve seen coming, the lock stops working and the door swings open as he’s buttoning his pants. 

Richie catches him and his expression drops. “Oh, you son ‘f a—” he seems to catch your smudged mascara and lip gloss— “Oh, God—” He grimaces and steps away from the doorway with his hands on his head. “In the fuckin’ office, Cousin? Are you kiddin’ me?”

Carmen figures you don’t care enough to bother with the complaints, because you’re shooting him a smile and tugging on his arm to lead him right past Richie. And he’s more than happy to follow behind, a stupidly lovedrunk smile on his face. What he’s got in mind for you when you get home—perhaps a polite thank you of his own—will be worth the headache tomorrow morning.

[angelyuji]

I really love your Yandere!Cecil stuff and its kind of my favorite rn! But was was wondering if you could do something soft-ish Yandere?? I gues??? I don't know what I'm talking about. Like ___ has Superpowers and Cecil and them got together after he was made the Director of the GDA. ___ Has been a hero so long that they're tired, exhausted even, and then they talk to Cecil about it. Cecil would be surprisingly okay with the idea of hiding them away so they could have a break. Cecil knows they can take care of themselves but can't help but panic and obsess over them. Cameras watching the house and town (not everyone's a spy cause she knows a lot of the agents from working with them for so long) as well as a secret tracker implanted in them after a really big kidnapping accident as a hero (came in handy?) But like a soft but dark yandere Cecil.

I'm sorry if this really long and detailed but if you give it the time to think it over, thank you so much! 🙇

hello my silly!! long and detailed is what i like best :) pause...

i honestly see cecil is a pretty soft yandere unless he's panicky and you're getting on his nerves. (or just not listening/understanding him)

i see what you're cooking tho so lemme see if i can expand on that. also fun fact: im supposed to be studying rn... but... i cant get cecil out of my head so...

cw // yandere, kidnapping (not cecil initiated), nonconsenual body modification, nothing too coo-coo in the fic (just... implications of coo-coo if u read into it), kinda voyeurism

crazy yan!cecil headcanons at the end so cw // manipulation, emotional/financial abuse, abuse of power, gaslighting (kinda... from me lmao)

"i need to get out, cecil." you were tired. it was exhausting, this job. everything has fallen onto your shoulders with the guardians gone, omni-man a murderer, and now a viltrum takeover on the horizon. you were drained, physically and mentally. "i know, you need me, but invincible and atom eve and all the others are adults now. so..." you look to him and cecil stares at you, his face unreadable. "please... say something."

"(y/n)... if this is what you want, i'll do it for you." cecil sighs.

"really?" your bottom lip quivers as you hold back your relieved tears. cecil smiles slightly, reaching out to cup your face. you lean into his warmth.

"honey, i'd do anything for you."

you wash the dishes, mind wandering to your lover. cecil had come over as if knowing you had missed him. you feel his lips touch your neck as he wraps his arms your waist, "we can finish the dishes tomorrow, how about you come to bed..." his lips trace down your neck to pepper your shoulder.

you giggle at the feeling, "i'd rather get it down now, so we can sleep in tomorrow." he sighs, giving in quickly. cecil rubs your arms, massaging your biceps as you finish up. you turn in place, throwing your arms around his neck, "now, let's go have some fun."

cecil couldn't think straight, you had been missing for 4 days now. every hero was searching for you, but he couldn't do anything. all he could do was wait for the assholes to reach back out with their demands. all he could do was sit around and wait. "what the hell kind of partner am i, donald." he rubs his scar, his reminder.

"sir, we're going to find them." donald's voice is calm, but nothing could settle cecil's heart until he could see you again... alive. hours pass before the first demand comes in.

his heart burns as he sees your face, you were beaten and bloody, almost unrecognizable. "play the video." cecil's voice was thick, holding back his anger and fear. donald tries to say something, but cecil could barely contain his rage, "play the fucking video, donald."

the first second was silent before the screams started, cecil couldn't breathe, the agony and pain in your beautiful voice. you were sobbing as they started to beat you once more. "we're going to keep fucking up your pretty little hero's face until we get what we want. 10 million, a jet, and some nice...." someone whispers, "yeah! some nice machine guns too, add those in. you guys get 2 hours or we kill this bitch." someone whispers again, but the sound of a train passing covers it up. "oh yeah, bring it to-" cecil can't listen, his brain focused on you. his love, his world, you were mouthing something. the video ends with another warning.

"they're giving us the location." cecil's eyes widen. before long, the GDA had sent your location to every hero they had. you were unconscious when you were brought in and cecil couldn't rest. what if this happened again? what would he do if the next time, you couldn't help them figure out where you were? what if the next time, you were brought back in a body bag?

"mr. stedman?" the doctor looked nervous, "i did what you asked, the tracker. are you sure they want-"

"where is it in them?"

"left bicep, they won't feel anything, they won't even know its there. but... are you sure they wanted-"

"are they awake yet?" cecil didn't have time for the doctor and her moral conundrum. she nods, stepping aside for cecil. cecil stops to lean in, "if i hear you breathe a word about this to anyone, especially them, you won't live to see another day. are we clear?" she nods, shaking.

"hey neighbor!" dave smiles at you as he waters the flowers in his front garden. you wave back, grabbing the mail. "your husband left already? i wanted to meet him." dave frowns, playfully.

"oh- he's not-" you pause, "yeah, he has another work trip, unfortunately. i'll invite you and janet for dinner when he comes back!" the two of you chat for a second before you go back inside. cecil smiles, hearing you call him your husband. donald clears his throat behind him.

"what." cecil sighs, moving his attention away from the cameras in your town.

"immortal and dupli-kate want to talk to you about their retirement."

"christ, donald... fine. give me a minute..." cecil sends you a quick text 'i miss you.' "you know (y/n)'s neighbor, dave... butler. is he one of ours?"

donald taps at his tablet, "no, sir, that's one of the civilians." cecil hums, satisfied. 'i miss you too, come home soon <3'

this is unrelated to your ask, but someone asked me what they think would happen if you tried to run after figuring everything out (in the case of civi!reader but ill touch on supe!reader too cuz i love u guys)

cecil has a tracker in you. and i mean that literally. it's pretty easy to make people do things if you're the leader of the GDA lol

if you run, cecil will know. he has cameras, not only in your house, but all over the town you're in. he has all of your financial activity monitored and also this man has/had (depending on what season we're talking here) the strongest superheroes in the world following his orders

there's no where you could go that he wouldn't find you especially if you're a regular person

you could try, if you cut the tracker out of you or smth, but like... why would u... he's not hurting you or hurting your family :( he's only watching your every move and isolating you from the real world so he could be the only one who gets to be with you :((( is that so bad???

i feel like if u did run, u couldn't go to your family for help

cecil would probably reach out to them first talking abt some "mental break" and he needs to get to u first before u do something crazy

and why wouldn't they believe the kind government man that you've only ever spoken kindly about

anywho i love cecil and i want him to impregnate me WOAHHH WHO SAID THAT

[heartsforvin]

hiii bae so crazy request but can you write a smut where vinnie asks you to touch yourself in front of him and he just gets off from it?

ofc then him taking over eagerly+ over stim

and maybe riding him ? 🫣🫣

SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME

you get me !!!!! this isn’t crazy at all i loveeeee this shit #needthat

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, dirty talk, use of pet names, spanking / slapping, overstim, female & male masturbation, praise kink, unprotected p in v, lmk if i missed anything !

summary: vinnie can’t help himself while he watches you touch yourself to him, so he takes matters into his own hands

you and vinnie were snuggled up on his bed as the two of you watched a movie. you laid with your back against his chest, his arms draped over your waist, hands resting on your lower stomach.

he plays with the strings of you flimsy, thin shorts as the two of you sit in silence watching the movie.

every time his hand grazes below the strings, your stomach drops at the feeling of his hand so close to your cunt.

suddenly, vinnie shifts behind you, a low groan slips past his lips as he slips himself from behind you.

“whatcha’ doin’?” you ask, turning your head to face your boyfriend who stood next to you.

he’s got that stupid smirk plastered on his lips as he looks at you.

you give him a confused look until your gaze travels to below his waist. you give him the same look when you realize.

“i’m thinkin’ about something very dirty.” his voice his deep, deeper than usual, and you can’t help but squeeze your legs together.

you can’t even get a word out before he says, “touch yourself for me baby.” you almost laugh at his bluntness, until you realize he’s serious.

pushing yourself against the headboard, you watch as vinnie just stands there and waits for you to do something.

“oh, you’re for real about this.” you chuckle, but he’s not laughing, not one bit.

he crosses his arms over his chest, bicep muscles practically bulging out of his shirt which only makes you wet as you look at him.

you would never admit that you’ve thought about this — him watching you touch yourself, at least not to him directly.

the thought of it though, of him watching you get off, of him getting off to the sight of you thinking about him.

“be a good girl for me baby, come on.” his voice turns sweet, almost as if he wasn’t basically demanding you a minute ago.

the ache you feel is unbearable so you comply, lifting your hips and slipping off your shorts along with your panties.

you’re exposed to him from the waist down, wincing a bit as the cold air hits your bare pussy.

you look up at your boyfriend as you wet your fingers with spit before sliding them along your folds. you can tell vinnie’s smiling a bit even if he tries not to show it to you.

as soon as you push a finger inside yourself and a moan slips past your lips, he’s groaning at the sight in front of him.

he palms himself in his sweatpants, watching as you move your finger in and out of yourself for a minute before adding another.

“fuck, look at you,” he whispers, barely heard by you. “so sexy.” he rasps.

you look between his eyes and where his hand meets the waistband of his pants, watching as he removes them, pants pooling at his ankles.

“vinnie.” you moan, watching as he fists his cock in his hand, eyes staring into yours.

both of your movements speed up as you watch each other get off to the other person. you never thought this would be happening.

envisioning it is one thing, fantasizing about it is another. actually doing it? it was the hottest thing either of you could do.

“look so fuckin’ hot like this baby,” vinnie rasps, his voice strained from the pleasure. “fuckin’ yourself with your fingers while you watch me jerk off. dirty girl.”

you whimper at his words as you curl your fingers deeper inside you. “v-v,” you can’t even get out his full name as you hit a good spot.

vinnie smiles as he continues to fuck his fist. “cant even speak, fingers feel that good? better than this?” he asks, glancing down at his cock in his hand before looking at you.

your eyes tell what you can’t speak, and vinnie stifles a laugh. “shit baby, gonna cum,” he warns as his pace increases. “where you want it, sweetheart?”

you moan at his words, curling your fingers in you again and warn him you’re there too. “on my tits baby, please.” you whine.

with a few more pumps, vinnie spills his load on your chest with a moan. you follow soon after, cumming on your fingers as his name leaves your lips.

he stands there and looks at you before he can’t take it anymore. he gets on the bed and hovers above you, kissing you roughly.

“need this sweet pussy around my cock.” he whispers against your lips.

reaching down, he pumps his cock again before gliding it along your folds, making you whimper.

“yeah you want it bad, don’t you baby?” he asks, mouth moving to your ear before nipping at your earlobe.

he pushes himself into you and you hiss at the feeling. “vinnie, fuck.”

he smiles at you before pushing himself further into you. “baby, i-i can’t. sensitive still.”

he grunts at the feeling of being inside of you finally. “don’t care, need you.” he says.

his thrusts are slow at first before his pace quickens. after a minute, he decides to switch positions.

“ride me.” is all he says before flipping the two of you over so you’re above him.

vinnie scoots back so his back is against the headboard. he helps you up onto him, it’s no problem easing you on him.

“fuck you feel good.” vinnie says once you adjust to him.

he takes your ass in his hands and helps you get a good rhythm before he lets go and lets you do it on your own.

his grip from your ass goes to your tits, squeezing and pinching your nipples with his forefingers.

your pace on him quickens and soon your bouncing on his cock, moaning his name as your tits bounce in his face.

it’s such a sight to see, his favorite sight at that. the way your pussy hugs his cock so well, the movement of your tits bouncing at each thrust, everything is too much.

too much for you as well, you’re moaning loudly, becoming more and more sensitive as you continue your movements on his cock.

he can tell how you’re feeling and he just chuckles with fake sympathy. “come on pretty, you can take it.”

the smack on your ass makes you whimper in pleasure, making vinnie smile as he grabs your hips and thrusts up into you.

“take it like a good girl. i know you can do it.” you roll your hips making vinnie moan.

it’s too much, the pleasure, the words, the snacks to your ass which is becoming raw. you’re getting overstimulated by everything.

“v-vinnie, its t-to much!” you whine as you feel his hand slip to your clit.

he rubs tight circles on your bundle of nerves as you continue to bounce on him, moaning his name and profanities as you do.

“is it too much for you?” his fake sympathy doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you’re too gone to care.

“can’t handle it? can’t take it like a good girl, huh baby?” you want to roll your eyes at him but instead they roll to the back of your head.

with his thumb on your clit and cock hitting just the right spots, you’re moaning profanities as you try to warn him you’re about to cum.

“i can feel it baby, give it to me.” thats all it takes for you to go over the edge and cum around his cock.

he continues to rub circles on your clit, making you shake around him. your pussy clenches around him and he cums inside you.

the pressure on your swollen clit takes away all your thoughts, not even realizing your boyfriend just came inside of you.

“come on princess, you can gimme another one, right?” you shake your head at his words as you stop your movements on him.

“‘m sensitive, v. a-already gave you two.” you protest, his thumb not changing its pace.

he tsks, taking his free hand and squeezing your left boob. “i know you can gimme another baby, come on. you’re my good girl, good girls listen, yeah?”

you shake your head but he knows your body’s saying different as you clench and unclench around him. “that’s it baby, come on. cum all over my cock.”

a loud moan erupts from your lips as you cum around his cock for the second time. the over sensitivity really kicking in now.

he helps you off him and that’s when you look down and see the white substance leaking out of you.

“vinnie!” you scold once you regain the headspace to speak proper words.

you lay on your back next to him, vinnie just gives you a cocky smile.

“did i go too rough?” he asks as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

it takes you a minute to respond, the effects of the overstimulation and the knowledge of him cumming in you still hitting you.

“because i couldn’t handle myself watching you like that.” he continues, mentioning the previous actions.

you smile and kiss his cheek. “no baby, i loved it.” you reassured.

vinnie pulled you in for a hug before the two of you stood up and got dressed. he strips the sheets as you put on new ones.

“oh and vinnie!” you yell for him as he puts the bedsheet in the hamper.

vinnie comes out of the bathroom with the hamper in hand, ready to do laundry. “what’s up?” he asks.

you cross your arms with a smile. “you’re buying me a plan B, i’m not havin’ your baby just yet.” you tell him with a laugh, throwing a pillow at him.

he just gives you a thumbs up before walking out of the room. you know he’ll do it, the thumbs up being an answer even if it didn’t seem like it.

once the clean sheets are on, the two of you get into bed and snuggle up, falling asleep peacefully in each other’s arms.

thank you nonnie for the request !! i loved writing it + hope you loved reading it!!

tags: @cosmicanakin , @anqeliclust , @native2princess , @bernelflo , @louloulemons-blog , @lovingsturniolo , @laylasbunbunny , @kriissy4gov , @leqonsluv3r , @kayleighh , @slvthrs , @0strawberrysorbet0 , @visualbutterflysworld , @defnotayonna , @supabhad , @thesebitcheslovesosadotcom , @jpg3 , @violet0182 , @khxna , @hallecarey1 , @eddieslut69

[starlighthosh]

Im not sure if u accept headcanons or not but what about headcanon/reaction for roomate reader caught toned hoshi maturbating his morning wood laying on his bed with an arm behind his head. Curtain wide open with gold sunlight landed on his divined naked figure

Idk if this will help but this is the image of him i picture of him, just all horny after a great workout: https://x.com/dailybestboys/status/1692606508029120874

Note: i cant wait for svt comeback asdfghjjkl the solos and going svt is coming bck. We r healed again oh and na pd svt bnb!! We r so spoiled, n how are u doing?

We’re really getting fed with all the content coming up, I’m super excited.

Since I’m sick, I’m basically just lazing in my bed the whole day💀 but besides that I couldn’t be better. MDNI

Morning wood - k.sy

extra warning: handjob

roommate!hoshi who always wakes up with a morning wood, clearly visible through his boxers.

roommate!hoshi who jerks himself off while imagining it’s your hand or mouth.

roommate!hoshi whose body is bathed by the morning sun, shining through his windows. One arm behind his head, flexing his biceps.

roommate!hoshi who gets caught mid-moan by you, standing in the doorframe with a shocked face.

You didn’t know what to do. Your mind wanted to leave, but your body was frozen, not moving an inch.

roommate!hoshi who desperately asks you for help, reaching out for you.

You sat down next to him, eyes locked on his dick. You replaced his hand with yours, giving him some slow strokes. Hoshi moaned at the feeling of finally having your hand on his dick, after he imagined it so many times. His cock covered in pre-cum, making sweet wet noises. “You feel so good” Hoshi mumbled. His chest was rising and falling with trouble, his breath short. You carefully watched him, his facial expressions, the way his body reacted to your movements, certain on making him cum hard and fast. “Fuck.. fuck yes, that’s it” he exclaimed, melting into your touch. His hand rested on your hips with a firm grip.

roommate!hoshi who pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, all tongue and everything, groaning into your mouth.

roommate!hoshi who guides you through the handjob.

“Faster” he commanded with a shaky exhale. The orgasm build up inside of him, the grip on your hips wandered down to your ass, slightly squeezing it. “I’m gonna cum, please” he pathetically cried out.

roommate!hoshi who proceeded to fuck upwards into your fist, his hips stuttering while he pleasured himself.

roommate!hoshi who eventually came undone beneath you, his cum all over your fingers and his naked abs.

roommate!hoshi who gets embarrassed afterwards. Like, why did he ask you for help instead of hiding???

You smiled at his embarrassment, leaning forward to kiss him. He returned the kiss, rolling over so you’re under him. The kiss lasted a few minutes, not breaking once, while he undressed you.

roommate!hoshi and you who continued to make out and fuck the whole day like wild animals.

roommate!hoshi who now always asks for your help in the morning, addicted to your touch.

a/n:

The writers block is really getting to me😭 But you know what they say: short but sweet

[ch4mpagnedrought]

compensation

[full series]

mdni ! art donaldson

summary: you and art cant help but try and compensate for everything you’re missing out on now that tashi and patrick are together.

ever since tashi had suggested a game of tennis for her number and patrick won, its left you and art to roam around the stanford campus like two little lost puppies, begging for their attention when patrick comes to visit tashi.

patrick has made it impossible to get a hold of the girl, her dorm room always locked and her absence in the daily work-outs the two of you usually have made very obvious. not to mention the betrayal art must be feeling, having his best friend be only in the adjacent building to him, but never coming to actually see him.

you’ve had to find ways to preoccupy yourselves, and stop you from going on an angry rampage, like;

hitting racket to ball in the middle of the court, not even bothering to play a real game. “my prof is making me rewrite my whole assignment this week.” you complain, aiming the ball at the green fencing at the sides and watching it bounce back in art’s direction for your own botched version of squash. he laughs loudly, “who knew you were so bad at everything besides tennis.” you shoot him a scowl and his eyes widen, shoulders shrugging unapologetically as he swings his arm once again.

spring fading into summer means that evenings still have a little light in them, and you fight the urge to lie straight down on the tarmac and look up at the greying sky. the light breeze washes through art’s strawberry blonde hair, swaying it to the side to expose his brows that furrow when you let the ball bounce away between your legs, looking at him with a tense expression. the thought that tashi and patrick were somewhere doing god knows what (you knew what) and completely ignoring you made a reappearance in your head suddenly, and it boiled your blood. “ugh! im gonna kill them!” you huff out, grabbing the ball from the ground and stomping to where you left your stuff. art’s arm finding the both of your shoulders, “ditto that.”

having lunch at the food hall together: waiting in line for the same exact salad that you get every day, curtesy of your game-preparation meal plan and taking a seat on the bar stools that overlook the rest of the campus. stabbing your fork into the frail pieces of lettuce in your plastic bowl, art taking another bite of his churro in silence and licking away all the rouge sugar particles from his lips. “you know, patrick didn’t even bother to call me about his visit.” art says, taking off his red baseball cap just to put it back on his head again. “what a dog.” you scoff, shaking your head and taking a sip of your smoothie that tastes a little grainy from the protein powder. you would’ve continued to rant if you hadn’t spotted tashi and patrick walking hand-in-hand in the distance, all smiles and giggles; it makes you sick. “look.” you point it out to art and he mocks patrick in a high-pitched voice, “hey tashi aren’t i so cool? i play pro and i’m totally not cheating on you.” you chuckle, leaning over to snag a bite of his churro.

and confiding in each other in art’s dorm late at night, when the haunting noises coming from the other side of your wall get too much.

his room is surprisingly so…boyish. a couple posters of tennis stars on the walls that seem so out of place, like he put them there for the sole purpose of taking up space. his medals are hung up on the corner of his wardrobe, tinkering on the edge and there is an unidentified pile of clothing in the corner.

his sheets are a deep maroon colour and you lie flat across them, both of your heads leaning on the single flat pillow he owns, legs crossed. his ceiling has remnants of a water leak the university tried to paint over and you study it from below. “i wonder what they’re doing right now.” art hums, putting his hands behind his head, and letting you rest your head on his bicep.

you shoot up, glancing down at him, one brow lifted and eyes narrow, “i can tell you exactly what they’re doing right now,” you say, scrambling up onto your knees, “’patrick i need your racket right now!’’’ you moan tauntingly, rolling your eyes back and crossing your arms over your chest. art cackles, stomach contracting and grabbing onto your shoulder for support. his hand is pumping warm with blood, hovering over your skin for longer than socially acceptable, and his fingers caressed by the long strands of your curly hair that fall at your sides.

running over to his room meant that you hadn’t had enough time to grab a change of clothes to sleep in, so he graciously lent you one of his t-shirts, a navy one with white embroidered writing that you hadn’t bothered to read, which prods at the aching in his head to see you without it.

“when was the last time you slept with someone?” your question catches art off guard, lying back down next to him and watching the blush creep up onto his cheeks, eyes darting away somewhere to think of an answer. “oh come on, was it that unforgettable?” you laugh. he knew when exactly when the last time was, but the thought that him sleeping with someone had crossed your mind, putting the idea of the two of you together into his own had clouded his head, making it unbearably difficult to think, or speak.

“maybe last month” art estimates when the last time he saw the girl in one of his classes that he casually slept with from time to time, your expression remaining unchanged, which whirls something inside of his stomach. you nod, smile spreading across your lips, and eyes glancing down to art’s partially parted ones. art adjusts himself, propping his head up with his hand and looking down at you, “when was the last time that you slept with someone?”

its unclear to him whether you're joking with your response. “ask me that tomorrow.” it spins his head until he sees double, having to shut his eyes for a second to regain consciousness. your nonchalant smile quite frankly irks him, because you seem so unaware of how he is sliding the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip, preparing just incase you decide that you want to kiss him. or the fact that he moved his leg upwards along the bed to cover his raging boner at just the mere idea of you and him together.

the shirt he lends you rides up on your hips, obviously showing off the black panties that you’re wearing and the neck-line hangs low enough to show the indent of your collarbone that he imagines licking a stripe over.

you thrum, looking up at art through dark eyelashes, “isn’t it so unfair how tashi and patrick can ignore us just to get at each other?”

he got the hint, every crumb you’ve put down he’s followed and scooped up all in one go, sighing out a weak, “yeah” that sounds more like a whine, and leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

the taste of your lip gloss he had missed sweetens his mouth immediately and the faint smell of a chocolatey lotion on your skin sends him into complete overdrive, left hand desperately reaching for the side of your face to take you deeper into him. he sinks himself down, pressing his chest into yours and disconnecting his lips to breathe out a groan at the sensation of your boobs against him like a boy who's never felt them before.

his face is burning hot, lips even hotter as they move simultaneously with yours, covering the perimeter of your mouth with long and drawn out movements to fully get the taste of you hes been dreaming of ever since that hotel room. his hands roam down to the curvature of your waist, taking a strong grip to it to make sure his fingerprints forever remember it, then down to your hips, kneading the flesh.

with him over you, he pulls away from your arms that are wrapped around his neck, pulling the hem of his shirt to unveil your midriff and the black lace that frames your lower waist, your thighs pressed together to catch the heat that he manifests within you, “oh my god.” it might just be the lewdest sight he has ever seen, along with your swollen lips that are glistening with his saliva.

he can barely keep away the moans that try to escape his mouth when he lowers himself down to you, eager lips pressing into your hip, lapping at the surface of your skin with a desperation only art could have, along the hem of your panties, and back up your stomach while your fingers entangle with his blonde locks.

your pulse quickens, exhaling his name out when his finger pulls your underwear to the side, letting the air hit your leaking core, a smile playing at art’s lips. “please, please art.” you moan out, squeezing your eyes shut and letting the sensation of one of his digits swiping through your folds overcome you.

he nibbles at your inner thighs, soft licks soothing the area as one of his fingers slides inside you, while the other gropes at your breast through your shirt. his mind is completely consumed by you, watching every change in your expression with his fingers pumping in and out of you, flush on your face and brows knitting every time he draws back.

your legs instinctively move over his shoulders, trapping him around you to continue the motion and giving him the chance to tilt his head to the side, pressing a kiss to the thigh that is thrown over him. “is this okay?” he asks, caressing a hand down your calf and watching the way your hand reaches out to grab him by the wrist.

“lie down art” you keen, his eyes narrow and he pulls back with a sense of confusion that is overrode with your impatience, ushering him below you. so he does, leaning against the headboard whilst you throw yourself onto his hips, his jaw tilting upwards to unconsciously fulfil the want of his lips devouring the whole of your figure.

the shirt he lent you doesn’t last long, ending up in the pile on his floor and letting him ravish in the sight of your bare torso. he gasps out your name, wandering hands reaching out to massage your breast, flesh filling out the gaps between all five of his fingers. “take this off” you strangle out, gesturing to the shirt he is wearing, disheveled hair falling back into his face that burns hot when you let your eyes roam down to his abdomen. even the weight of your ass pressing into his dick through his shorts is teetering him to climax, hands not knowing where to put themselves when he wants to grab a hold of all of you.

your fingers wrap around the waistband of his shorts that he is wearing, pulling down his boxers at the same time and freeing his erection to slap back onto his stomach, recalling something patrick said about the time he taught art to jerk off. the palm of your hand ghosts his cock, restraining yourself from taking it into your hands there and then, “can i?” even the way you sigh out the question has the hairs on art’s arms standing up and mouth swallowing saliva in anticipation. “yes, yes.” he whines, brows furrowing up at you and all of his muscles tensing.

with a gentle touch, he guides you above him, his hands at your sides as you spread yourself open for him, sinking down only to the tip before he grabs your waist and pauses in the position. he looks like a little helpless, bottom lip between his teeth and an alarmed look in his face that says if you go any further he’ll come right now. “i’ll go slow,” you whisper, a small smirk on your face that’s hard to resist when his shimmering eyes try to find the last slither of dignity within him, “i promise.” you smile reassuringly and he glances away, the flush in his cheeks getting a little deeper.

you keep your promise, slowly lowering yourself down onto him, goosebumps fevering your skin and palms laying flat across his abdomen to steady yourself.

taking him in completely, you whimper out his name and his hands journey to graze your back, up to your shoulder blades where he presses them into you to pull you into him, mouth suctioning down the valley of your breasts. his moans vibrate back into your skin when you pull back up from him, stimulating every single nerve ending in his length like it never has before. you set a pace, slow and steady for art, snapping your hips down onto his in a way that knocks the wind out of you each time, gasping for air. he keeps you close to him, rolling his hips to meet you in the middle and put some of that athlete stamina to use and murmuring your name with every movement.

his finger moves your hair from your shoulder, so he can press soft pecks onto the surface, whilst you clutch the wooden headboard, growing impatient and consequently pounding him into you. his moans purr into your ear, grabbing onto your ass to keep you still as he thrusts himself into you from below and shakily calling out an, “im gonna come.”

you nod, clasping around his biceps and leaning down to nip at his neck, losing composure the more your walls contract around him. you ignore the muscles in your legs that ache and your lungs that can’t seem get a hold of the air that is shared between you to continue to mercilessly plunge him deeper into you until it feels like you’re melting into one another, a shudder sending itself down your bare back and deepening the heat that builds in your core.

art is panting, popping your tit into his mouth one last time before falling still, twitching inside of you and releasing all of his seed into you until it overflows from below. your name echoes out of his mouth, whimpering and whining it out until he can open his eyes back up and centre his vision on you burning every last bit of energy to bounce on his dick.

you lean forward onto him, eyes rolling back into your head when reaching your climax and pressing your burning cheek against his face to feel all of him. he brushes his hand down your back comfortingly, you heaving into the crevice of his neck that glistens with sweat and feeling your walls contract around him the last couple times.

art sighs your name out, pressing his lips into your cheek and letting a smile spread across his face when you brush the dampened hair out of his forehead to get a better view of his eyes.

your body feels limp, falling back down next to him with a post-sex fatigue that follows you all the way into the next morning, where you sit at a table in the food hall, thanking art for bringing you some breakfast and trying to ignore the echoing of all the noises he made last night in your head.

“fuck i really need to work on that assignment today” you groan, taking a bite into a slice of honeydew with your head in the palm of your hand. art watches and nods, a false portrayal of an active listener when what he’s really focusing on is the way your lips curl around the slice, biting off a chunk and closing your lips around it in a way that makes him reminisce that he was right there too only a couple hours ago. “i can help.” he offers, truly from the kindness of his heart that kindly wants to spend the rest of his life looking at you.

“you wish.” you scoff, “i’m not allowed to be alone in a room with you anymore.”

art takes a swig of his water to hide the grin that spreads on his face, and when he makes eye contact with a random student from across the hall he feels like they heard that too. he wishes they could hear, and know that you, the best tennis player stanford has probably ever had, are having to physically restrain yourself from him.

“what are you smiling about?” the familiar voice of patrick calls out from a few strides away, in a pair of indigo levis and a white tee, grabbing onto arts shoulders and lowering himself down to his level to grab his chin playfully. art swats him away immediately, pushing patrick down into a chair. and tashi grazes your shoulders softly with her hand when taking a seat next to you and stealing a piece of your fruit from your bowl, “good morning.”

“morning.” you sigh out, taking a sip of your tea and hoping that it isn’t totally obvious that you slept with your friend. but tashi takes notice of the slight frizz in your hair, a dishevelled-ness that is never usually there, so it wasn’t her intention to call you out in front of the four of you when she asks, “why do you look hungover?” she even moves a piece of your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear to get a better look at the colour under your eyes. your brows furrow, eyes glancing to the left of you at the two boys whose expressions couldn’t be anymore different. art’s poker face is awful, he’s trying to keep his face composed but his posture slumps under the weight of patrick’s hand that spreads across over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk.

you shrug nonchalantly, taking another bite of your breakfast to act like your lungs aren’t constricting and you aren’t going into fight or flight, “late night i guess.”

theres a moment of silence, everyone in their heads peacefully while you wish you could get into art’s and find out what he’s thinking about your pathetic lie.

“nice shirt.” patrick says.

“thanks." you reply, swiping over the embroidered ‘mark rebellat tennis academy’ with a finger and looking up at patrick, who meets your eyes with a knowing smirk that makes you feel silly for not assuming that patrick would have memorised art’s whole closet, or recognise the school they went to.

and when patrick squeezes art’s shoulder and asks whether he is “up for a game?” you suddenly become hyper aware of how much his gaze slips past art’s eyes and down onto you as they stand up from the table, eyes squinting and a stupid smile on his face. the combination is so piercing you’ve become aware that even if tashi believed your lie, and art thinks he’s got away scott free—he knows, and he’s letting you know.

his hand ruffles the hair on art’s head, arm falling over his shoulders and drawing him into himself, “we have a bunch of catching up to do, art.” he keeps art close to him as they walk away towards the tennis courts, leaning in to whisper something into his ear after the both of them briefly turned around to wave you and tashi goodbye.

tashi seems unphased by their behaviour, continuing to braid a small of piece of your hair that she unconsciously started. “you know patrick’s about to tell art all about your get together.” you chuckle and tashi scoffs, leaning back into her chair, “he wouldn’t say anything” she reassures, “also we didn’t even do anything.” she adds in quickly, stealing another piece of watermelon from your bowl and taking a bite to avoid talking about the topic like you hadn’t just done that. you smile at her, and she widens her eyes to let you know that she’ll tell you all about last night later.

“i wouldn’t be so sure.” you shake your head, stealing back the half-bitten melon from in between her fingers and finishing it off.

[55sturn]

✮ TO KNOW THINGS LIKE LOVE

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader [ past tense ]

synopsis: in which matt still grapples with the devastating loss of his girlfriend, y/n.

warnings: angst. angst. angst. ANGSTTTTT. death of main character, car crash including flashbacks, matt dealing with survivor’s guilt, swearing, panic attacks, mentions of hospitals, night terrors. get your tissues ready.

THIRD PERSON POV

for a good chunk of his life, matt had things planned out for him. nick would wake up before both him and chris, plan their day then relay the plans and activities to the two younger triplets, and matt would roll with the punches with a minimal amount of disagreement.

then y/n came along, and she’d plan out dates for them, things they could as a group, and so on and so forth. matt was much more willing to go along with those plans.

matt could count on someone in his life setting the plans for the day. he could count on people directing him where to go and what to do. everyone in his life was reliable.

what he couldn’t rely on, was idiotic drivers t-boning the passenger side of his car, killing his girlfriend on impact. leaving him there, limp and bloody with his dead girlfriend beside him, her hand still in his.

what he couldn’t rely on was the ambulance getting to the scene of the crash in a decent amount of time, forcing him to hear the screeching of rubber on replay in his head.

what he couldn’t rely on was his night terrors and panic attacks, he was living in agony not knowing when they’d creep up his spine, forcing him to shoot up straight, choking back sobs and gasps of airs until he was shaking so violently that he’d double over and empty the contents of his stomach on the ground.

he was no longer the same person he used to be, and it was destroying him.

HERE I AM WAKING UP, STILL CANT SLEEP ON YOUR SIDE

matt was woken from a deep slumber by vivid flashes of light behind his eyelids, followed by glass shattering and y/n’s laugh getting cut short as the other car made impact.

sighing, he ran his hand down face, forcing himself to look at her side of the bed. he felt tears well along his waterline as he saw it in the same state that it was in the day she died, eight months ago. he hasn’t had the heart to remake her side of the bed or to even touch it, knowing she wouldn’t be coming back to mess it up.

pursing his lips, he hastily wiped his eyes, and climbed out of bed. flicking on the hall light, he stumbled into the kitchen. he sat at the table, flicking through his camera roll, watching the countless videos of his girlfriend laughing and smiling, bringing sorrowful tears to his eyes. unable to help himself, he picked up the glass of water he had grabbed himself and chucked it at the wall before dropping to the floor and bringing his knees to his chest, his body completely wracked with broken and choked-up sobs.

upon hearing the crash, chris made his way up the stairs, knowing he’d find matt in the kitchen. as he turned the corner, the sight broke his heart. seeing his brother curled in on himself, choking out sobs that were heartbreaking enough to bring the toughest man to tears.

“oh, matt. i’m so sorry.” chris whispered, sitting beside matt and pulling him into his arms, his face pressed against matt’s bicep as the two sat on the floor.

“it-it’s not fucking fair chris! i can’t do this without her. i can’t fucking sleep without picturing her cold, dead body beside mine, her dead fucking hand in mine. i can’t fucking breathe without her chris. it’s not fair that i get to go on while she’s six feet under.” matt sobbed, his voice raw and completely destroyed, breaking chris’ heart in the process.

“i know man, i can’t fix any of this, and i-i wish i could so fucking badly, but she wouldn’t want you to beat yourself up like this matt, and you know that. i know you miss her and i wish more than anything, to turn back time and stop you guys from going, but please, just hold on. for me, for nick, justin, for mom and dad. for y/n.” chris cried, rubbing his brother’s back, pressing his forehead against the side of matt’s head, trying his hardest to comfort his brother.

once matt had calmed down a little bit, chris let him crash in his bed while he slept on the couch in his room, knowing it was far too hard for matt to sleep in his own room.

THERE’S YOUR COFFEE CUP, THE LIPSTICK STAIN FADES WITH TIME

when matt finally woke late the next afternoon, he made his way back into the kitchen to grab more water, as he opened the cupboard, he spotted y/n’s signature coffee cup, her light pink lipstick stain still imprinted on the side of the cup.

with a sad smile, he gingerly took the cup in his hands, hovering his thumb over the lipstick print. sighing, he pressed his lips to the outer corner of the stain and placed it back in the cupboard.

CLEANING UP TODAY, FOUND THAT OLD ZEPPELIN SHIRT

it’s been two months since matt’s last severe breakdown. he had finally agreed to start grief counselling and therapy, knowing he had to do something about the things he was struggling to handle.

his councillor had told him he should start by bringing out a few of y/n’s things and placing them where he can see them, instead of locking them away and pretending like she was never there.

matt struggled to accept that he’d see her things but once he started doing it, he found that it made it easier. it made the process of healing much, much easier. with her things out in the open, it felt like she was still around the house. he had to remind himself that she wasn’t going to come through that door again, but there’s been a few times where he was able to tell himself that without crying.

and so, following his grief councillor’s advice, he also decided to do a deep cleaning, sorting through his clothes and other random shit in his closet. as he reached to the back of the top row of clothes, he found y/n’s battered and ripped zeppelin shirt.

the one she wore when she’d paint, dye her hair, do deep cleans around the house that involved bleach and other chemicals. with a heavy sigh, he bunched it in his hands, bringing it to his face and taking a deep breath.

for the first time in almost eleven months, the scent of her kingering perfume didn’t bring tears to his eyes. it brought a sense of comfort. almost like she was enveloping him in a hug from the other side of the portal dividing the dearly departed and the living.

IF I CAN DREAM LONG ENOUGH, YOU’D TELL ME I’D BE JUST FINE

as matt drifted off to sleep, he felt a warm hand caressing his cheek. the owner of the hand running their thumb along his cheekbone the same way y/n would. with a slight gasp, his eyes shot open. as his eyes adjusted to the dark room, he saw the figure standing beside his bed,

“hi my love, i miss you.”

“y/n, honey? is that you?” matt choked out, his body overcome with a strong, desperate sob as he reached out to touch her, his hand brushing through her silhouette. but as it brushed through, it almost felt like he was touching her.

“i miss you baby, so fucking much. just know it wasn’t your fault, matt. don’t blame yourself please.” she cried gently, making matt smile sadly, he always thought she looked so beautiful when she cried.

“are you safe, honey?”

“yeah baby, i am. i’m watching over all of you.”

“it’s so hard without you.”

“i know my love. i wish i could come back but i know you’ll be just fine.”

“when can i see you again?”

“some day matt, i promise.”

“i love you, y/n.”

“i’ll love you forever, matty.”

as she pressed as kiss to his forehead, matt’s body jolted completely awake, his head feeling warm where her lips had touched his skin in his dream. normally, he’d feel extremely distraught after a dream of her, but seeing her and hearing that she was safe, made him feel at ease.

unable to fall back asleep, he sat up and reached across his bed, running his hand along the sheet on her side, feeling the duo in the mattress that had molded to her body. smiling, he plucked mr. wrinkleton off her nightstand and planted him in the middle of her side of the bed, finding some sort of comfort in him keeping her side safe.

rolling back over, he reached into drawer of the nightstand on his side and pulled out the small velvet box that he was planning to give to her when the got back that night.

“one day i’ll give this to you, y/n, wherever you are, honey.” he whispered to the dark before tucking himself back into bed.

that night, he had the first peaceful rest he had experienced since y/n passed. he was able to fall asleep knowing how lucky he was to feel love as great as the one he had with y/n. he felt incredibly lucky to have known something so beautiful, raw, devastating, and pure. to him, he felt that to known things like love, is to have lived a full and warm life.

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[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: rimming

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

wc: 2k

rimming: when one partner licks, kisses, sucks, and stimulates their partner's anus with their mouth and tongue.

It was hard not to beg your boyfriend to let you do it. Even if you didn’t have sex - on the odd day that happened - you’d still be thinking about sucking Chan’s cock until he spilled down your throat. He’d always offer to help you cum after, but weirdly, most of the time you felt satisfied from just making him cum. 

His cock was just so beautiful. Thick and heavy between his legs, cockhead ruddy and flushed with a red hue. You couldn’t help yourself from grinding down onto it, even when Chan had his tongue in your mouth and was letting you pin him to the bed. Even when it was clothed in his basketball shorts, you still wanted it. He was so sexy, lying there with his biceps toned and broad, his hands on your hips to attempt to keep your grind to a slow movement. 

You gave him one last, chaste kiss to his plump lips, and then you were pulling away, breathing heavily. That was another thing about Chan. He knew just what to do to make you whine, he knew how to drag it out to the point you were shaking in his lap and begging him for just some naked friction. He knew your body too well, and when you pulled away with wide, lust blown eyes, he simply smiled innocently, dimples appearing. You shifted in his lap, clad in only your underwear and one of his oversized t-shirts. 

“I wanna suck your cock,” You blurted, chest heaving. Chan raised an eyebrow, and then he burst out laughing. You whined, slapping his chest playfully. “Channie.”

“It’s nothing, baby, it’s just-” He giggled again, letting out a little ‘ah’ before he tried to speak again. “You really like doing that, huh? Makes me feel bad, not touching you as much, but you love it.”

“I love your cock,” You hummed, moving backwards on his lap to yank his basketball shorts down. Before you could even attempt to do it, you were entranced by his bulge, thick and pulsating behind the fabric. You reached one hand down to run it over his cock, and he shivered, the smile falling from his face. “I love how heavy it is on my tongue. Love how it tastes, when you get all wet and drippy in my mouth, and-”

“Fuck, baby. Okay, okay,” Chan grunted, and then he was wiggling his basketball shorts down thick, toned thighs. His cock sprung out, slapping against his abs. You whimpered, eyes fixated on the long shaft. He wasn’t even fully hard yet, and he moved his hand to pump his cock absentmindedly, pulling you back to his face by your hair. “Kiss me dirty, baby. Get daddy hard then you can have it in your mouth.”

You nodded obediently, pressing your lips to his once again. Chan groaned into the kiss, his hips canting upwards ever-so-slightly as he permitted you to suck on his tongue, nipping his bottom lip a few times. Chan pushed his spit into your mouth, your lips sliding around on each other's eagerly and messily. 

His cock pushed into your thigh, suddenly extremely harder than it previously was and Chan groaned, slapping it on your skin to spread the precum. You pulled away impatiently, wiggling backwards until your head was between his spread thighs, his cock still in his hand. 

You let your tongue loll out, head moving upwards to run it around his cockhead. Chan’s hand fell, moving to your hair and pushing the strands out of your face. “That’s it. Suck daddy’s cock baby, like you were made to do, yeah?”

“Love it,” You mumbled, and then you were engulfing the head in your mouth. The taste of salty precum hit your tongue, and Chan moaned, low and under his breath as he tossed his head back against the pillow. His hands were a welcoming presence in your hair, simply pulling your hair back and letting you pick your pace. You were extremely impatient, though, and you found yourself shoving your head down further than you were ready for. You felt yourself gag, a small movement of your neck around his thick shaft but you just kept going, determined to make Chan feel good. You heard his breathing deepen and you knew you were on the right track. You finally pulled away, breathing heavily as you looked up at him.

“‘S it good?” You questioned, hand moving up to pump his now slick shaft. Your spit provided a lubricant to his thick cock, his thighs tensing with every movement. Your hand looked so small around it, barely able to make a fist around the veiny length.

“So good. Such a good girl for daddy, yeah?” Chan muttered, his cheeks a rosy red with pleasure. You grinned, dipping your tongue into his slit and making him let out a stuttered breath. “Don’t forget my balls, sweetheart.”

How could you? You instantly moved your head down further, sucking his balls into your mouth with a wet pop. Chan hummed, eyes blown wide with lust as he gazed down at you. His eyes were half lidded, lips parted to let out little sighs and groans at the ministrations of your mouth. His balls were heavy on your tongue, and you ensured they were wet when you finally let them fall out of your mouth. 

“That’s it, baby. Good girl,” Chan said, and then he was grabbing your hair, pulling you back onto his cock. You felt your cheeks burn crimson from the praise, pussy gushing wetness into your underwear at the way he handled you. His fingers were lithe in your hair, knobby digits intertwining with the strands so he could move your head up and down on his cock. You suckled around the length obediently, eyes tearing up everytime the cockhead hit the back of your throat. Chan’s back arched, hips canting up into your mouth one, two, three times, until he was pulling your head off of his cock, tapping the head against your tongue. “Such a hot little mouth. Do you think you can do something for me, baby?”

“Always. I can do it, daddy-”

“You don’t even know what it is yet,” Chan chuckled, polishing the head of his cockhead with his palm. He pushed you back slightly, a firm yet careful hand on your shoulder, and then he was pulling his legs back to his chest. What? Since when was he so bendy? You blinked in confusion, and then he was cupping his balls, revealing his tight, pink asshole to your eyes. “Do you think you can lick me down there, baby?”

“Yes,” You whined, surging forward. Chan laughed again, his hand moving to your hair again. He held you just out of reach, thumb stroking across your scalp. “Channie. Let me. Can’t just show me that, and then- and then-”

“Okay, baby. I was gonna make you beg, but it seems you’re a bit of a slut for daddy’s ass, right?” He mused, and then his hand was falling from your hair. He was right. Perhaps you’d always imagined this, getting your face between Chan’s asscheeks. You were always staring at his ass. How could you not? It was plump, thick, never hidden no matter what trousers he wore. 

Shaking your head of your thoughts, trying to will your cheeks to stop blushing, you delved between his asscheeks. He tasted like the soap he used in the shower, but also tasted so utterly of Chan it made you whine. Your tongue ran over his rim, puffy and tight beneath your tastebuds and you felt Chan's hands on the back of your head again, pushing your face into his ass. You moaned into him, your breath hot against his skin. He shivered and moaned, pushing you further in. His toes curled at the pleasure, cock leaking hot and heavy against his abs. 

“That’s it, baby. Lick daddy’s ass just like that, that’s it,” He groaned, and you hummed into the pucker of his asshole. You needed him so bad. You couldn’t remember ever getting this worked up over getting your mouth on Chan, and that said something - you were always feeling extremely wet in your underwear after making him cum down your throat. This was different though. He was letting you lick the most intimate part of him, and you loved it. Your underwear must have been positively ruined by now, the lace creating an awkward sensation against your drenched folds. 

Chan’s hand moved to his shaft, starting to pump it along with the movements of your tongue. You were sloppy, uncalculated, but he seemed to love it nonetheless. The blotchy pink rash on his cheeks had spread to his chest, hidden beneath sparse freckles and the way he arched his hips for you so deliciously. You couldn’t help but moan into his hole, eyes half lidded and eyesight almost obscured by his thick cock.

“You’re enjoying that, aren’t you?” Chan asked, a smirk on his face despite his heavy breathing. “Feels fuckin’ amazing to me, baby. You’re so filthy.”

You pulled away, licking your lips with a whimper. “It’s- it’s so good, daddy, Channie, love doin’ it, love you, will you- I’m wet, I dunno, can you-”

“C’mere, baby,” Chan cooed, stretching his legs out and yanking you onto his lap. He flipped you both over with ease, teeth nipping at your neck while he pushed your panties out of the way. You were soaking, and Chan groaned when he ran his thumb over it, pushing your thighs apart to settle his cock between your legs. It was slick with precum and your spit, and he pushed the head into your hole teasingly, your back arching with a whine. He grunted, eyes fluttering shut at the tightness of your drippy hole. “I won’t last long, not after that.”

“‘S okay, put it in, wanna feel it,” You wailed, hands moving to his broad shoulders. Chan nodded, and then his hips pushed in, his cock stretching you out beyond belief. He began a blistering pace immediately, his hands holding your hips up so that he could bounce you on his length. You were eager, impatient and messy when you moved your hand down to use two fingers to rub on your clit. You wanted to cum with him. 

“Tight, so fuckin’ tight, baby. You’re unbelievable,” Chan huffed, his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. The harshness of his pace made you keen, bottom lip quivering and your walls fluttering around him. You were going to cum embarrassingly quickly, but Chan seemed to feel the same, his head shaking with disbelief every time your pussy gushed more wetness onto him. “God, you got so wet from that. Did you enjoy eating daddy’s ass, baby?”

“Loved it,” You nodded, thighs clenching at the realisation of your impending orgasm. Chan continued to thrust into you, unabashed groans and grunts falling from his lips. Your clit throbbed with need, even when you were rubbing quick, messy circles around it, and you knew you weren’t far off feeling the white-hot pleasure of your orgasm. “Loved it so much, daddy, daddy, I think I’m- I’m g’na cum, please!”

“Cum with me baby, c’mon, daddy’s waiting for you,” He moaned, his lips pressing against your neck once again. Your toes curled, and with another calculated thrust into your pussy, you were falling apart. The orgasm bit up your spine with a new kind of pleasure, your hole gushing onto Chan’s cock and making it even wetter. The smattering of pubic hair at the base of his cock was positively soaked with you, and Chan whined at the feeling of your cunt clenching him so tight. “I’m cumming, baby, g’na fill you up, oh God.”

You smiled blissfully when his hips finally halted, cock spilling inside of you with another high-pitched noise from Chan. His hands dug into your hips almost painfully, his hips creating a slow grind into you just to ride out his orgasm. It was so wet, messy between your legs, and Chan pulled out with a pleased hum, slapping his cockhead on your clit just to see you jolt. He giggled, falling on top of you with his head on your chest.

“That was so good. Thank you, baby,” Chan cooed, nuzzling his head into your - his shirt. 

You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “I think I’ve found something new to be obsessed with.”

[the-monkeies-girl]

Okay so I know you already went over kinks for our ape men but thoughts on blue with a praise kink? Like imagine it going hand in hand as you teach him about human mating 🥴🥴🥴

I would imagine it would start off very subtly. Like, maybe one day you're having Blue Eyes help you out with something?

"Can you please help me move this log? I can't get it off the ground." And Blue Eyes being the way he is, watching the interesting way that you form words, nods in silence before shuffling towards the log in question on all fours. He looks over at you once more, his heart racing in his chest for some unknown reason and there's a distasteful notion that Blue Eyes wants to impress you. Narrowing his azure stare for just a split second, you smile at him and he is quick to pick it up with such ease that you feel like you're going to swoon and slip down the already wet rock of the Colony. The way that the muscles rip against his furred shoulders, biceps and forearms. It isn't hard to imagine how easy it would be for the Ape to pick you up and carry you away---

Blue Eyes is looking at you, his feet staggering a bit at the newly acquired weight and you move a tiny bit to the left. "R-Right over here." Your red in the face at the small grunts that the Ape Prince gave when he lifted the wood before he moved towards your direction and sat the log back down in a perfect spot in front of the communal bonfire for you to enjoy the toasty nature of the blaze at a closer range.

Staring down at it, you draw your bottom lip in and mutter softly to him, "Thanks! You're really strong, you know that? Humans... Don't have muscles quite like yours."

And... Blue Eyes can't stop thinking about that. About you giving him a... compliment? Only him, Blue knows that it could be a blanket statement, that you could be talking about all Apes having more muscles than Humans, but he choses to fully believe that you were directing it right at him despite it causing him a slacked amount of discomfort for praise is something that he's not usually garnered with, in fact, he gets a lot of scrutiny from Caesar.

Which, he's not wrong to think. From that point on, there's more and more situations that Blue Eyes will find himself in, helping you in a very subtle attempt to get you to praise him. Something that he feels validates his unspoken attraction to a Human.

And it definitely will tie back into the Human Mating aspect once you two are at that point in your relationship.

On your back, Blue Eyes' thinned waist slotted between you open legs as he's languid to thrust his girthy shaft into you, enjoying the thrashing of your hipbones against his in an attempt to get the Ape Prince to go just a bit faster. The way that your head tilts back and gives him a tasteful view of your jugular, the way that you're moaning his name. All so strange and new to him but it makes his blood sing.

At least, that's what Blue Eyes thinks as he's experimental and reaches one of his hands between your caressing bodies, keeping his weight steady on the other forearm and he is lightly flicking your clit like you had showed him before. All air leaves your body at that and your hips canted forward as you groan a deep and throaty, "Th-that fe-... Feels so g-good, Blue..." And he just loses it. Hackles on his shoulders rise, Blue Eyes is making you feel good and you're praising him for it? That Ape is tearing into you within moments. If you think his slow actions are good, be prepared to experience the harder more vicious aspect of what he has to offer.