#i just needed to get this off my chest because i don’t know how much more i can take

[coquettefrancaise]

rock 'n' roll star

by Oasis

pair: Azriel x reader ~ 1.9k

warnings: excessive drinking, nothing else really

summary: tall, dark, and, handsome, Azriel was a wet dream incarnate… which is only intensified when you notice his newest accessory

author's note: why, yes, Drew Starkey was on my mind the entire time I wrote this. also, I'm considering whipping up a small continuation that's a little less fluffy 😋

"You're drunk, baby."

"No I'm not Azzy. You are."

Azriel reeled as your breath hit him. "You smell flammable.”

Normally, your girls nights consisted of going out to dinner and gossiping. Only on occasion would you and the other females from the inner circle decide to hit Rita’s and club. And tonight was one of those occasions… with a whole bunch of alcohol.

“What in the Mother do they put in those drinks?” Azriel snorted as he carried you into your shared bedroom.

“First rule of the secret menu: don’t ask questions.” You giggled, body heavy in Azriel’s arms as exhaustion pulled at your limbs.

He had been enjoying a glass of wine with his brothers when Feyre had reached out to Rhys that backup was needed. At least the high lady had the decency to drink under her weight.

You weren't the type who knocked back drinks on a whim- you weren't even a casual drinker! So it came as a surprise when Azriel felt your inhibitions dull through the bond.

When the three Illyrian’s arrived, it had been like trying to wrangle sugar-induced toddlers. You and Nesta attempted to return to the bar for ‘one more drink’ and then Mor was grinding against the nearest fae as they practically dragged her out.

Azriel set you down on the bed, running a hand through his hair as you snuggled into yourself and closed your eyes. “Don’t you want to get ready for bed?”

You grunted.

"Come along, my little drunkard, I just cleaned your favorite night-shirt this morning."

That had your eyes blinking open, fingers inching across the duvet, near where he was standing. After years of dating, he understood what you were asking. So he picked you up once more and began undressing you.

With every layer taken off, you swayed, his shadows supporting your torso to help keep you upright. They had been taken with you from the get-go, racing to greet you first, or be the one to make sure you got inside your apartment safely.

"Azzy," you mumbled as he fitted the raggedy, old t-shirt he'd had crumpled in the bottom of his drawer, over your head. You had found it after your first night spent together and hadn't let go since. Even though he'd attempted to throw it away time and again.

"Hmm?"

You looked up at him, adorably bleary-eyed. "D'you know what would be sooooo sexy?"

He chuckled softly as he leaned you back against the pillows. "What, baby?"

"An earring!"

That made him pause in wetting a rag. An earring? What kind of nonsense was Mor whispering in your ear all night? He sat beside you and began wiping the makeup off your face. "Why do you say that?"

You shrugged.

He patted your cheek softly to wake you up. How much did you have to drink tonight exactly?

An annoyed sound rumbled deep in your chest. "You can't just tell me to pierce my ears and then drift off into sleep."

"Dunno. Thought it'd be-"

"Sexy," he huffed amusedly.

You eyed him suspiciously. "What are you laughing at? You're like the sexiest man in all of Prythian."

He pulled you into his chest, smoothing a hand over your hair, committing the silkiness of it to memory. "Oh no. I would never dare make fun of your sexy mate. Not when I know what those claws of yours are capable of. I was only laughing because I was remembering something that happened earlier."

No response came from you, only a soft snore and Azriel knew you hadn't even heard him. And when you woke up in the morning, annoyed that he let you go to bed without having completed your skincare, he would only hug you tighter to him and smother you with kisses until you couldn't think over your giggles.

He didn't mind having to take care of you. In fact, it solidified the notion that someone needed him. That he was someone's first choice. And what better way to show you how much he loved you than to give into your dreamy desires. After all, words spoken under the influence were words of truth, weren't they?

So he pulled the comforter over you both and turned off the faelights, thinking more about your suggestion.

There had been too many behaviors today. First the kid who threw a tantrum when his friend claimed the only blue crayon first, and then the little girl who threw a box of blocks when told to put them away. It seemed that those two incidents set the rest of the day up for disaster.

Not to mention that you spaced the dinner with the inner circle you had tonight.

When you had walked into your apartment, a shadow awaited you, pulling you along to the calendar on the wall. And then you had to walk yourself because Azriel had closed the bond well over a couple hours before for whatever reason. You hadn't been able to concern over it when you had been hit in the back by a toy.

So you sped over to the restaurant, the dark wisp trailing behind you as your companion. A small comfort in itself.

As soon as the hostess showed you to the reserved table, you were pulled into hug after hug, before being able to sit and decompress, the tightness of your shoulders still present.

Cassian slung and arm over the back of your chair, sighing as if he'd been the one who'd dealt with a dozen four-year-old's. "Where's your bodyguard?"

"I was under the impression he was with you or Rhys. He hasn't answered any of my calls down the bond."

"The bastard is probably brooding somewhere," he clicked his tongue. "And you know something? You don't have to put up with that guy. You're young, hot, brilliant; you deserve someone far better. I can always ask Nes if she'd be willing to share our bed."

You snorted out a laugh, Nesta peering around her mate. "I wouldn't wish Cassian upon anyone."

His face pulled down in a hurt frown. "What's that mean?"

Before Nesta could answer, a chair scraped along the tiled ground, and Mor sat down across from you. And behind her-

Your own chair clattered to the ground before your face was smashed into Azriel's firm chest, inhaling the deep, intoxicating scent of night you believed was the closest thing to heaven.

Long fingers slip to the nape of your neck, thumbs urging your chin up so your gaze could connect with hazel ones. "Long day?"

You let your forehead fall onto his pec in answer.

You could feel the low vibrations of his quiet chuckle and then he was moving you backwards, sitting in the chair you left behind- now upright thanks to a disgruntled Cassian -and set you on his lap as his hands ran soothingly over your arms and back.

"I didn't realize my offer would upset her that bad," Cassian defended.

The both of you ignored him, the rest of the room blurring into insignificance as you had the only thing that mattered holding, and waiting patiently for you to give him the spiel.

"Later," you promised. "For now: why'd you close the bond? Is everything alright? Are you alright?"

He only ever closed the bond whenever he was sent away on some secret spy errands or after a particularly rough tumble in the training ring that ended with him in the infirmary.

Guilt creased his brow, his thumb pressing into your chin. "It's nothing concerning. I was just..." his eyes flickered behind you, "Nothing bad."

You peered over your shoulder to find Mor, who was smirking feline-like into the rim of her drink. You'd never seen the resemblance between her and Rhys so clearly until then.

You turned back to Azriel, confused.

His face softened, reassurance flowing down the string that bound your souls together. "I'm serious, baby. I only feel bad because it probably worried you to not be able to reach me and you've obviously had a shit day already. If anything, the reason for why I went MIA will, hopefully, excite you. Promise."

Long ago, when you were in the unfortunate habit of dating douche bags and lowlifes, you believed that you would never find a man worthy of you. Now, after having met Azriel, you hardly believed you deserved him.

You leaned in to kiss him when you saw a silver glint at his ear. Curious, you brushed back his midnight hair and your eyes widened.

The corner of Azriel's lip quirked and you could hear a snicker from Mor.

Pierced through his earlobe sat a thin silver hoop. You cupped his jaw, turning his face from side to side, taking in every angle with hungry eyes.

"When? How? Where?"

His eyes glinted with proud male satisfaction. "After training this morning and by Mor at the House of Wind. Do you like it?"

Did you like it? Does Cassian admire himself in the mirror? "Y-yes!" you stammered, fighting off the abrupt desire to nip at it, when realization dawned. "You didn't want me to feel the pain of the piercing."

He shook his head, knocking his hair back over his newest improvement. You were quick to push it back.

"I take it you like it?"

"Like it? I love it. It's so-"

"Sexy?" he supplied.

That word sparked a vague memory; one with drinking, being carried home...

"How did you-"

"That night you got drunk off your ass at Rita's-" your cheeks burned as you recalled- somewhat -of what had happened a little over a week ago. "-you told me in your drunken haze that I would look 'sexy' with an earring."

Embarrassment colored your cheeks but he was quick to say, "It was adorable."

You rolled your eyes. "Calling a female who is over two centuries old 'adorable' isn't comforting when she, tipsily!, spilled a lifelong secret!"

"And yet, it resulted in me learning about your lifelong secret and making it come true. Which will then be beneficial for us both." His eyes darkened with the implication and you had to stop yourself from begging him to take you home right then and there.

But he did have a valid point. For some strange reason, you had always been attracted to males with piercings. And even though Azriel was a practical sex god without one, it only intensified his appeal.

You gingerly thumbed over the hoop, knowing how sensitive it must be. "Do you like it?"

"I would do anything to make your dreams come true." He captured your wrist, smoothing a kiss over your fluttering pulse. Somehow, he knew how to make you feel like a young, naive fae in love.

“I have to admit, it makes my bad day a whole lot better.”

“Oh?”

“I previously thought that just being smashed by your muscles would be enough to get me over my stress but this has proved to work tenfold.”

A teasing nip at the heel of your palm. “I’m at your service, always.”

"Azzy?" you peered up at him beneath your lashes.

He didn't need you to say the words out loud as he stood abruptly, you in his arms, and said to the family, "We'll see you all next week." And began out of the restaurant.

You heard Mor explain amongst all the confused chatter, "Let's just say Azriel's become even hotter." Which was followed with Cassian's and Rhys' groans.

[legendary-69420]

Flirt Mode: Activated

Chapter 15

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

Warnings : None ig , Long ahh chapter (read the author's note at the end)

The day began with the familiar hum of the paddock. Mechanics buzzed about, engineers discussed strategies, and the drivers prepared for another grueling day. But for Charles and Mark, there was an undercurrent of something much more enticing—a flirtation that had been building for weeks, simmering beneath the surface until it threatened to boil over.

The Chats

It started innocently enough, with Mark texting Charles mid-morning.

Mark: “How’s my Monaco prince today? Still recovering from losing that karting challenge yesterday?”

Charles: “Keep dreaming, Spencer. We both know I let you win.”

Mark: “Let me win? You looked ready to cry when I crossed the finish line.”

Charles: “I was crying from laughter watching you celebrate like you’d just won the championship.”

Mark: “Speaking of championships, you should thank me for making Ferrari look good.”

Charles: “Ferrari looks good because of me. You’re just…decoration.”

Mark: “Funny, I didn’t realize you liked staring at the decor so much.”

Charles paused, staring at his phone, a smirk curling at his lips. He fired back:

Charles: “You’re lucky I’m patient. Otherwise, I’d show you exactly where you stand.”

Mark: “Careful, Leclerc. Keep talking like that, and I might make you prove it.”

(At the paddock)

Their exchanges became more daring as the day wore on. Mark sent a picture of his unbuttoned race suit, the red fabric hanging loosely off his shoulders, exposing his collarbones and a hint of his chest.

Mark: “Too hot to handle, or should I put it back on?”

Charles: “Keep it off. You’re already sweating—might as well embrace it.”

Mark: “You’re staring again, aren’t you?”

Charles: “Someone has to keep an eye on you. Can’t have you getting into trouble.”

Mark: “Maybe I like trouble. Especially when it’s with you.”

Charles, not to be outdone, snapped a picture of himself in his Ferrari garage, the top half of his race suit hanging low around his waist, leaving his toned chest completely exposed.

The sweat on his skin glistened under the overhead lights, the sharp lines of his collarbones and abs on full display. His damp hair was slightly tousled, his lips slightly parted—he looked effortlessly perfect.

Charles: “Fair’s fair.”

Mark stared at the picture for a long moment, heat rising to his face. He sat back in his chair, blinking at his screen like it had personally attacked him.

Mark: “Well. Shit.”

Charles: “Something wrong?”

Mark: “Yeah. You.”

Charles: “Not my fault you started this.”

Mark bit his lip, exhaling sharply. He refused to lose this game.

Mark: “You really want to play, Leclerc?”

Charles: “Oh, I always want to play.”

(At their respective hotel rooms)

Mark grinned, opening his camera app again. If Charles wanted to test him, he was more than willing to raise the stakes.

Mark smirked to himself, rolling his shoulders before snapping a picture. The lighting in his hotel room was just dim enough to cast sharp shadows across his chest, emphasizing the sculpted lines of his muscles. His abs were defined, his skin slightly damp from a post-race shower. His messy hair and slightly parted lips added an effortlessly sultry effect.

He stared at the picture for a second before typing:

Mark: “You sure you can handle this, Leclerc?”

He hit send, tossing his phone onto the bed, stretching lazily. He didn’t have to wait long for a response.

Charles: “…”

Mark chuckled at the typing indicator blinking on and off.

Charles: “Put a shirt on.”

Mark: “Aww, why? Getting flustered?”

Charles: “You’re insufferable.”

Mark: “And yet, you’re still staring.”

The message was left on read for a good two minutes.

Then, finally, Charles replied.

Charles: “I hate you!”

Mark: “No, you don’t. You love me.”

Charles: “…Shut up.”

Mark: “Make me”

Mark grinned. He didn’t need to see Charles to know he was losing his mind right now.

Face-to-Face Flirting

By evening, the team gathered at the hotel for dinner. Charles and Mark’s banter spilled into real life, charged with an intensity neither could ignore. Seated beside each other, their knees brushed under the table. Mark’s hand casually rested on his thigh, inches from Charles’—a proximity that felt intentional.

“You’ve been quiet,” Mark murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle Charles’ ear. “Thinking about something?”

Charles turned his head, their faces so close he could count the flecks of gold in Mark’s eyes. “Maybe. Or someone.”

Mark’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Care to share?”

“No,” Charles replied, his voice low. “I’d rather show you.”

"You know, Charles," Mark drawled, dragging out the words, "you're like a… spicy little dish I just can't get enough of."

Charles blinked, his eyebrow quirked as he stared at Mark, not sure whether to be offended or amused. "What are you on about now?"

"Oh, nothing," Mark said, putting on an exaggerated air of innocence. "Just that you’re hot, and I’m more than willing to taste every inch of that heat."

The tension between them crackled like static electricity. As the group shifted to the lounge area, Charles and Mark gravitated toward a quieter corner. Mark’s shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned chest. Charles’ gaze lingered, and Mark noticed.

“See something you like?” Mark asked, his tone teasing.

Charles’ lips twitched into a smirk. “Maybe. What are you offering?”

Mark leaned in, his hand brushing against Charles’ as he whispered, “More than you can handle.”

“Try me,” Charles shot back, his voice steady despite the rapid beating of his heart.

Mark’s fingers trailed along the edge of Charles’ sleeve, a fleeting touch that sent shivers down his spine. “You’re tempting, Leclerc. Dangerous, even.”

Charles tilted his head, his eyes locked on Mark’s lips. “And you love danger.”

A Line Nearly Crossed

The conversation shifted, but the tension remained. At one point, Mark’s laughter filled the air, rich and genuine, as Charles leaned closer than necessary to whisper a comment about one of their mates. The proximity was intoxicating.

“You’re standing too close,” Mark murmured, though he made no move to step away.

Charles’ hand brushed Mark’s arm, lingering. “Am I? Or are you just noticing how much you like it?”

Mark’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening. “Careful, Charles. Keep this up, and you might get more than you bargained for.”

Charles leaned in, their faces mere inches apart. “Who says I’m not ready for it?”

The moment stretched, electric and unbroken until someone called their names, shattering the fragile intimacy. Both men stepped back, their expressions carefully neutral, but the heat between them lingered like a secret.

Late-Night Texts

Back in their rooms, the game resumed.

Mark: “You’re trouble, Leclerc.”

Charles: “And you love it.”

Mark: “Maybe. But you’ll never know for sure.”

Charles: “Keep playing coy. It only makes me want to push harder.”

Mark: “Push all you want. Just be ready when I push back.”

Charles stared at the screen, a slow smile spreading across his face. Whatever this was between them, it was no longer just a game. It was a race neither was willing to lose.

The Next Morning: Grumpy Mark Returns

The morning sun was barely creeping over the horizon when Mark stormed down the hotel hallway, his face set in a deep scowl. He hadn't slept a wink, and now he was blaming everything for it. The stiff hotel pillows, the air conditioning, the obnoxious ticking of the clock on the wall— "hell, even the writer of this whole mess. I blame him for this, Could'nt even let me sleep in my own damn story"

Grumbling under his breath, he didn't even bother knocking before shoving open Charles’ door and stepping inside. Charles, who had been lounging on his bed, half-awake, barely had time to react before Mark slammed the door shut behind him.

“Mark?” Charles blinked, still groggy. “What the hell are you doing?”

Mark crossed his arms, his glare deepening. “I’m blaming you too, actually.”

“For what?”

“For existing.”

Charles snorted. “Good morning to you too.”

Mark threw himself onto the bed, lying dramatically across Charles' legs like a cat seeking warmth. “It’s too bright. Who authorized this level of sunlight? I demand a refund.”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smirk. “Are you always this dramatic when you don’t get enough sleep?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Mark groaned. Then, turning his head toward Charles, his expression suddenly changed—thoughtful, calculating.

Charles had learned to be wary of that look.

“What?” Charles asked suspiciously.

Mark sighed deeply. “I need to calm down.”

Charles frowned. “Okay? Do you want coffee or—”

“I have two solutions,” Mark interrupted, lifting a finger as if making a serious scientific argument. “One: I punch a wall.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “That’s a bit extreme—”

“Two: I kiss you.”

Silence.

Charles opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Excuse me?”

Mark sat up, rubbing his temples as if this was an entirely rational conversation. “It’s a scientific fact that kisses improve mood. Let’s test it.”

Charles folded his arms, pretending to consider it. “Oh, so now I’m your personal stress reliever?”

“Listen, I could either yell at you for no reason, or we could make out. I’m being considerate here,” Mark deadpanned.

Charles let out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I know,” Mark said smugly.

Charles exhaled sharply, eyeing Mark with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Fine. If this is what it takes to shut you up.”

Before Mark could throw in another dramatic remark, Charles leaned in and pressed his lips to Mark’s.

It wasn’t rushed or messy—just a firm, teasing kiss, meant to test the waters. But the moment their lips met, Mark felt a warmth spread through his chest, far more effective than any amount of caffeine could ever be. He let out a quiet hum, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss.

Charles pulled back after a few seconds, smirking. “Better now?”

Mark, still leaning in slightly, narrowed his eyes. “Hmmm… I might need another one. Y’know, just to be sure.”

Charles rolled his eyes but indulged him, closing the gap once more. This time, Mark's hands found Charles’ waist, tugging him just a bit closer.

After a few stolen kisses, Charles finally pulled away, laughing softly. “You do know you don’t have to act dumb and find silly excuses to get me to kiss you, right?”

Mark’s eyes flickered with mischief. “Oh?”

“You could just ask for it,” Charles chuckled, tilting his head.

Mark scoffed, but his slightly pink ears betrayed him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He elbowed Charles lightly in the ribs, but before Charles could retaliate, Mark stole another quick kiss—just because he could.

Right then, the door suddenly swung open.

“Hey, Charlou, wake up or else you're gonna be lat—”

Arthur, who had just barged into the room, expecting to see Charles sleeping, froze mid-sentence. His jaw dropped at the sight before him—Charles and Mark, very much not sleeping, very much mid-makeout.

Arthur blinked. Once. Twice. Then, without missing a beat, he slowly backed up toward the door. “I’ll just… come back later,” he muttered before quickly slamming it shut behind him, disappearing as fast as he came.

Charles and Mark, still half-entangled, stared at the now-closed door.

Silence.

Then Mark burst into laughter, flopping back onto the bed. “Well. That was bound to happen eventually.”

Charles groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

“Oh, absolutely not.” Mark grinned, nudging Charles playfully. “But hey, at least now he knows you have great taste.”

Charles rolled his eyes before leaning down, capturing Mark’s lips in another kiss—just to shut him up. Again.

The Unexpected Arrival of Leo

Later that afternoon, the energy in the room shifted when Charles walked in, Leo trotting happily beside him. The tail wagged as he surveyed the room, clearly the center of attention.

Mark’s eyes lit up instantly, the grumpiness of the morning forgotten. “Oh, look! There he is — the cutest one in the paddock!” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated adoration.

Charles froze mid-step, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. For a moment, it seemed like Mark’s compliment had been directed at Charles.

Mark, ever the showman, took his time strolling over. Charles’ heart raced as the distance between them closed. He was 99% sure Mark was about to kiss him in front of everyone.

Instead, Mark dropped to one knee and began petting Leo, cooing at the dog with all the tenderness in the world. “Who’s a good boy? You are! Yes, you are!”

The tension in the room evaporated as everyone erupted into laughter and relieved “OHHH!”s. Charles let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, though the blush on his face remained.

Mark glanced up at him with a mischievous glint in his eye. “What? Did you think I was talking about you?”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “For a second there, I wasn’t sure.”

“Keep dreaming, Leclerc,” Mark said with a wink before turning his attention back to Leo, who basked in the affection.

Charles shook his head, the warmth of Mark’s teasing lingering far longer than it should.

The Evening: A Quiet Truce

By the end of the day, the earlier tension between Mark and Charles had softened. They sat together in the team lounge, Leo sprawled at their feet. Charles scrolled through his phone, occasionally showing Mark memes that earned reluctant chuckles.

“So, not the worst day ever?” Charles asked, nudging Mark with his shoulder.

Mark sighed dramatically. “I guess it wasn’t a complete disaster. But only because of Leo.”

“Not me?” Charles feigned offense.

Mark smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You’re tolerable, I suppose.”

“I’ll take it,” Charles said with a laugh, his eyes lingering on Mark a moment longer than necessary.

As the room grew quieter, the comfortable silence between them spoke volumes. Despite the rollercoaster of emotions, the day had ended on a surprisingly sweet note—one that neither of them could quite explain, but both were beginning to enjoy.

(dividers by @cafekitsune)

A/N : Okay Firstly I apologise for posting after a Month.. NO I did not forget about the fic. I had some stuff going on so I had to leave for more than a Month. Again I apologise. Secondly About this chapter... Yes they act like this and still act like they're 'just friends'... Dont worry I am back and the chapter we all have been waiting for so long is not so far now.. Anyways lemme know if yall liked this chapter Byee <3

[secretlittlerandezvous]

Off Limit - Jack Quinn

Summary: Y/n and Jack are caught together by her brother, his teammate.

Words: 1000

It was never meant to happen.

The first time had been a mistake. A single mistake caused by too many drinks and the unthinkable, impulsive decisions that came with it. She woke up tangled in Jack’s sheets, her head pounding, her memories of the night before coming to her in mismatched pieces.

His hands on her waist. His lips against her neck. His voice, low and teasing in her ear.

And then… regret.

Not because it had been bad. No, if anything, it had been too good but because Jack was one of her brother’s teammates. A guy she’d see in passing at games and random gatherings, always with an easy grin and eyes that maybe lingered a second too long.

She left his apartment that morning with a hurried excuse and the promise she gave herself that it would never happen again.

That promise only lasted for about a week.

It started with stolen moments. His hand brushing against hers when no one was looking. Heated glances from across the room. Late-night texts that led to even later nights tangled in sheets, her fingers gripping his back as he whispered her name against her skin.

It was reckless. Stupid. Dangerous.

But she couldn’t stop. And neither could he.

For weeks, they lived in their secret world—one built on fleeting touches and unspoken rules. Jack never pressed her for more, never asked what they were, and she told herself that made it easier.

Until the night her brother found out.

Y/n hadn’t expected him to stop by.

She had just walked Jack to the door, her fingers still laced with his, reluctant to let him go. He had a game the next night, meaning he’d be busy, and she wouldn’t see him for at least a couple of days.

“Try not to miss me too much,” Jack teased, his usual cocky smirk in place.

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You wish.”

His hand came up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before he leaned in, kissing her slowly, lazily, like they had all the time in the world.

Except they didn’t.

Because just as Jack pulled back, murmuring a quiet “see you later,” Y/n saw movement over his shoulder someone standing a few feet away, frozen in place.

Her stomach dropped.

Her brother.

For a second, it was like time stood still.

He wasn’t saying anything, just staring at them. Staring at the way Jack’s hand was still on her waist, at the way her lips were still slightly parted from the kiss. His expression flickered between confusion, realization, and then pure, unfiltered anger.

Jack must have noticed her tense because he turned around.

“What the hell is going on?” her brother finally asked, voice eerily calm, the kind of calm that came right before a storm.

Y/n opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Jack, to his credit, didn’t try to make excuses. He just exhaled sharply, glancing at her before turning back to her brother. “Look, man-”

“Don’t,” her brother snapped, stepping closer. His jaw was clenched so tight Y/n thought he might break a tooth. “Are you serious? My teammate? My sister?”

Y/n found her voice then, taking a hesitant step forward. “It’s not like that.”

Her brother let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Really? Because it sure as hell looked like something.” His eyes darted between them, filled with disbelief. “How long?”

She hesitated. “A few weeks.”

His hands curled into fists at his sides. “Unbelievable.”

“Look, I know this is a shock, but-” Jack started, only to be cut off again.

“No,” her brother snapped, his eyes dark with betrayal. “You don’t get to explain. You don’t get to stand here like this isn’t the biggest slap in the face.” He turned to Y/n. “And you! What the hell were you thinking?”

Y/n swallowed hard, guilt twisting in her chest. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“But it did,” he shot back.

Jack shifted, his voice steady. “I care about her.”

That only seemed to make things worse. Her brother let out a sharp exhale, shaking his head. “I need to leave before I say something I’ll regret.” He turned on his heel, stalking off down the hall.

Y/n stood there, heart hammering in her chest, watching as her brother walked away.

Jack reached for her hand. “Are you okay?”

She let out a shaky breath. “No.”

Her hands were shaking. Jack noticed. “Come here,” he murmured, stepping closer and pulling her into his arms. She didn’t hesitate, burying her face against his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around her. He smelled like his cologne and a little bit of her shampoo. It was familiar, grounding. “It’s going to be okay,” Jack said, voice steady against the top of her head.

She let out a humorless laugh. “You don’t know that.”

Jack pulled back slightly, just enough to tip her chin up so she would look at him. “I do,” he insisted. “He’s mad right now, but he’ll get over it. He’s your brother, and he cares about you. That’s why he’s so pissed.”

Y/n sighed, her eyes watering. “I just… I hate that I hurt him.”

Jack brushed a thumb across her cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n.”

She wanted to believe him.

Jack exhaled, running a hand through his hair before cupping her face again. “Do you regret this?” he asked, voice quieter now.

Y/n’s heart clenched. She swallowed hard. “No.”

A flicker of relief crossed Jack’s face. “Good.”

She hesitated before speaking again. “But I don’t want this to ruin everything. Your friendship and my relationship with him.”

“You won’t,” he promised. “I’ll talk to him.”

Y/n raised her eyebrow. “You saw him, Jack. He looked like he wanted to kill you.”

Jack smirked. “I’ll take that risk.”

Despite everything, she let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “You’re an idiot.”

[maskedcrawford]

Surprise! Period.

Daesung x Reader

Summary: Daesung knows how bad your periods are and so he's more than happy to help you out with it.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of a period, but nothing descriptive.

A/N: This was such a sweet request, Anon thank you! I really hope you enjoy it! <3

Requests are OPEN

You lay on the couch, cramps coming in waves as your body tends to do each month. You pick up your vibrating phone and see you have call from your boyfriend.

“Hey, Dae,” you say both visibly and audibly tired. His usual happy go lucky smile is now a frown with furrowed brows.

“What’s wrong, jagi?”

“Just my period.” You yawn.

“Awww, my poor baby,” he coos as he opens the door to his apartment. You give him a half smile. And the two of you catch up briefly before your cramps get so bad you have to cut the conversation short.

Daesung hangs up the phone, his heart aching for you. He knows how bad your period can get, how bad you hurt and how it’s impossible for you to leave your bed some days. So he decides to do something about it.

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The next day you’re curled up on the couch when you get a knock on your door.

“It’s open!” You shout too tired to answer properly. The door opens and you glance at it, expecting it to be the mail man or maybe your grumpy neighbor from across the hall, but to your surprise it’s Daesung.

“D-Daesung? Oh my God!” you shriek as you get up, despite the pain, and run to him. He sets the things down on the counter giving you the biggest and warmest hug.

“Baby I missed you,” you say as you lay your head on his shoulder. His body’s warm against yours, his scent, something of vanilla, sandalwood and unmistakably Daesung, fills your nostrils and you sigh in relief.

“I missed you too, Angel.” He whispers with a kiss to the side of your head. He puts up the medications, ice cream and treats, and you both get comfortable in bed, Daesung making sure your heating pad is working properly.

You get close to one another, your head on his chest as you lay against him and the movie in the background plays as you slowly drift off to dreamland.

Daesung, upon noticing your peaceful state, decides he’s going to clean around your apartment for you. He runs the vacuum quickly, washes the dishes in the sink, cleans up the bathroom, picks up any trash he sees and even places an order for dinner from your favorite restaurant to have it delivered. He, then, slips back into the bedroom, to see your just starting to wake up.

“Hey, princess,” he murmurs as he strokes your hair and bends down to your level. Your smile is sleepy and your eyes squint at him a little.

“Dinner is on the way if you want to get up,” he whispers looking at you lovingly.

“Mhm,” you say as you rub your eye.

“What day is it?” you ask still half asleep.

“Still Friday,” he smiles, “You slept that hard, huh,” you nod as he chuckles to himself. You get up from the bed, making your way into the living room as you notice the cleaner state of your home.

“Dae you didn’t have to clean up. I was going to,”

“You were asleep, you’re in pain and I’m here. There was no need for you to,” he kisses your forehead.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him as you both sit on the couch waiting for dinner. You’re in between his legs with your cheek pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat plays in your ear. Along with the soothing circles he’s rubbing into your back, you’re sure you could fall asleep once again.

Dinner arrives and he pays for it.

“How much was it, I’ll send it back to you,” you grab your phone from the side table and he puts his hand up.

“Nope, I got it. You don’t pay for a thing when it comes to me,” he says with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He really did have to fight you sometimes because he literally tries to pay for everything if he knows you want something. Nails, books, something for you car, meals, you name it and Daesung knows about it, he's trying to pay for it.

You know better than to fight him by now and you slump your shoulders as he hands you your food.

“Thanks baby.” He gives you an award winning smile as you take the food from his hands.

-

That night the two of you are once again cuddled up in the sheets of your bed and you're playing with his fingers.

“I think you should come back with me,” he mumbles into your hair.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, us being long distance, it sucks. Traveling to see each other, I could be taking care of you like this all the time,” he says, a sort of domestic sounding voice arising from him.

“We will someday,” you say as you look up into his sweet dark eyes.

“But I have stuff I need to do here, first. But I’m not opposed to moving,” you say and he smiles.

“But for now,” you say, “Let’s just keep things the way they are. As bad as I miss you, when you surprised me yesterday it was like Christmas morning all over again.” He chuckles at your sweet sentiment.

“I can’t wait to have you home,” he says as he hugs you closer.

“Home is wherever we are together.” You whisper before ghosting your lips over his in a sweet, gentle, kiss.

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[yourstrulyrani]

Hi luv!

I am new to Simon Riley but I am DOWN BAD lmao

Could u please write something about mommy reade being insecure and struggling with like body image after pregnancy and during post-partum. Like being a REAL MAN he is, he just adores his mama and loves how her body changed and created their baby.

U can totally change it however u like, i am bad at explaining 😭😭

I absolutely loved ur last dad!Simon imagine, I could never 😭

Keep it up 🫶🏻🫶🏻

dad!simon riley x mom!reader

blurb: dad!simon soothes your insecurities about your postpartum body. cw&tws: body image/weight, suggestive right at the end // wc: 1279

a/n: aw hii you’re so kind, thank you! & don’t worry you explained it perfectly and i am so in love with this idea so here it is, thank you for your kind words btw 🥹🫶🏼 i want to bring attention to anyone reading who needs to hear it, that no matter your weight or how your body looks: you’re enough. your looks are not “hideous” or anything else along those lines just because society tells you otherwise. in no way do i have the intention of promoting body negativity/shaming. every body is a body worthy of love and respect as long as you treat others the same. please take care of yourselves & love yourselves as much as possible 🤍.

With the spare time you have now as your baby is asleep in her nursery, you take off your tank top, now clad in only a nursing bra and your underwear.

You step in front of the mirror. You thought your heart sunk enough when you saw the number on the scale, but you were wrong. You run your hands along your stomach. The skin is still saggy from the pregnancy and birth, and the stretch marks from your pregnancy that were once faint now boldly start at your hips and vine their way to your belly button. At this point, you let the tears fall. You want the body you had before pregnancy. You want the body where you could see where your waist ended and your hips started. You want the body where your breasts don't have stretch marks. You want the number you had on the scale from before. You don’t even recognize yourself.

You think: How did I let myself go this much?

You break down on the wooden floor of the bedroom, the hot tears falling on the cold floor.

“Sweetheart?” His voice calls out to you.

You forgot he was home too.

You look up through your tears, a blurry image but enough to know it's your husband at the doorway of your shared bedroom. Simon doesn’t hesitate to walk over and sit down with you on the floor, placing his hands on your cheeks and rubbing your tears off with his thumbs. “Baby.”

Your eyes shut, letting more tears fall at the pressure. You can’t look at him. You can’t be with him. Your body isn’t enough. Enough for you. Enough for him. “Baby, look at me.” His voice tightens along with his hands on your face.

You whimper in pain, “No.”

His hands move from your cheeks to your elbows, lifting you up gently. “Here, let’s get you up on the bed.” You have been recently so happy with the arrival of your baby, Simon too. It pains him to see you like this. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He pleads gently until you finally open your eyes.

As soon as you sit on the bed and your bloodshot eyes weakly gaze at him, his chest tightens. Your breathing is labored yet you manage to get out a few words, “My body, Simon.” You wrap your stomach around your arms, clutching at the body that’s giving you trouble. “It’s so ugly. I’m sorry.” You hiccup, the crying making it harder to breathe. “My stretch marks, my belly, my swollen legs and feet. Everything. I’m sorry I’m not as pretty as before.”

“You don’t think you’re pretty?”

“I’m hideous, Si.”

Simon’s ears rang when you called yourself that word: Hideous. His gorgeous, dedicated, sweet wife. The mother to their baby, the love and light of his life, and here she is talking about herself like this.

“Stand up for me, sweetheart.” Simon grabs your hands and you reluctantly do as he says. He tugs at your bra, “Can I take this off?”

“But the doctor said no sex for six wee—“

“I know, baby. Don’t worry. Not planning on that right now. You need to heal." Your nod of permission makes him unclasp your bra. He cups your cheek and places a kiss on your forehead before guiding you by the shoulders to the mirror. Here you are, again, facing the woman you can’t stand.

Simon stands behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder and his hands on your arms. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses your neck, the touch of affection featherlight but heavy with love.

Simon’s hands move down to your breasts, cupping one in each hand. His hands are big enough to let his thumbs trace over the stretch marks on them. “These stretch marks are normal and perfect. Your body grew selflessly for our girl and this shows it.” His eyes gaze into yours through the mirror. “I don’t think your stretch marks are hideous. I think they’re a physical sign of your strength.” His hands give your breasts a final rub, then move on to rub the stretch marks across your hips and stomach. You turn your head to the side, disgusted at looking at yourself for any longer.

Your husband clicks his tongue. “Look, baby. Please. Right there in the mirror. Look for me.” Simon glides his hands along your stomach. He squeezes gently, enough to feel the softness without hurting you. You turn your head back to face the mirror, and Simon gives you a warm smile through the mirror. You look at your body, analyzing every inch. The stretch marks you once saw as something that should be disgusted over, you now see them as a physical witness to your pregnancy. You start to think they're not so bad.

His hands circled all around your stomach. “And your belly you said? Here is where you carried our baby. You let her grow here. Your stomach is not hideous. It changed beautifully. It’s softer than before and I love it. I love feeling it. I love looking at it.” He keeps reassuring you in your ear and you can't help but to shiver. You always loved Simon's voice, but the combination of it and his honest reassurances does something else to you.

You slowly start to feel better, but your doubts still rise about how Simon feels. “But I don’t feel pretty enough for you. I’ve changed so much after this pregnancy.”

“You are always pretty enough for me. You are always beautiful. You’re perfect, mama. Your body changed because you got pregnant and that’s normal. I’m not disgusted. If anything I am in awe of you and your body’s ability.”

Simon walks around to stand in front of you now, making you look up at him by lifting your chin up with his finger. His head lowers to kiss your forehead, his lips kissing their way down to your cheek, and lastly to your neck. “Believe me when I say your body has changed in the best way possible, my love. Every inch. Every stretch mark and curve. It’s all beauty to me. You are beauty to me. Love yourself, please.”

Your eyes tear up. Not because you hate your body anymore, but now realizing just how much you should love it and how much the man you love loves it. "I love you," you whisper. Both of you look into each other's eyes, none of you denying the amount of love in each pair.

"I love you too, mama." Simon brings you into an embrace, wrapping his forearms around your upper back. His face finds the crook of your neck, his lips grazing your most sensitive spot as he speaks. "My beautiful woman. Just a few more weeks and I'll prove it to you just how beautiful you are." He softly kisses your neck, thinking about how fortunate he is to have a woman who loves him like you do.

You giggle and cross your arms playfully, “How so?” You know exactly what he means, but it wouldn't hurt to hear it out loud.

Simon chuckles before moving his head away from your neck to look down at your face. He admires every slope. He loves the way your eyelashes compliment your eyes, the way your lip color is the perfect shade to kiss, and your cheeks soft enough to hold in his hands. He does the latter, his words laced with suppressed desire as he whispers, “The same way I got you knocked up.”

You think: How did I get so lucky?

(brb gonna go cry UGH i need a man to praise me like he's doing RIGHT NOW.)

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[keigosdear]

gn!reader, no physical descriptions.

warnings: soft, lazy BJs and size kink, some praise. size kink. body worship. …did I mention size kink? I haven’t written in the past tense in so long y’all. don’t perceive me.

divider by @/cafekitsune

suguru loved quiet weekends with you.

lazy cuddle sessions that lasted well into the morning because neither of you had obligations… ordering take out for dinner… mostly just being able to catch up on uninterrupted, peaceful time with you.

the day so far had been just that.

neither of you had felt like sitting in the living room any longer, but it wasn’t early enough to say goodnight, either. after some debate, you had opted to spend some quality time in your room.

it had started innocently enough with you nuzzling into him and scrolling on your phone. he had only been running his hand up and down your back as he relished in the feeling of you on top of him, but soon enough you had grown bored.

he watched as you put your phone on the nightstand and looked up at him with those eyes he loved so much. “yes, my love?”

you leaned up to kiss him. “sugu, did you know that you’re very pretty?”

he raised an eyebrow and flashed you an amused smile. “is that so?”

you nodded and tugged on his shirt. “yes, as a matter of fact, you are. can you take this off so I can show you how pretty you are?”

he laughed loudly and fondly shook his head. “you’re something else, angel. I don’t need you to show me, but I appreciate that you want to.”

you huffed and tugged on his shirt again before moving your hands up into his hair. “please, sugu?

his cheeks tinged red and he relented, knowing you wouldn’t give up so easily. as soon as his shirt was off, your lips were on his and your hands wandered all over his skin.

your kisses began trailing down his neck. they were featherlight and he might have complained about how they tickled if he wasn’t so curious as to where you’d go next.

his silent wondering didn’t last much longer, as your lips pressed against his bare chest and scattered kisses to the surrounding area. on his pecs, right between them, beside his hardening nipples- no spot was left uncovered. he felt warm all over and his breathing became just a touch more laboured.

then you shifted down his body and led your lips down the length of his torso. your hands were cool against his sides and he hissed a bit. you soothed him with a quietly mumbled sorry and more open mouthed kisses against his stomach.

the feeling caused his muscles to contract and for a brief moment, his abs were more defined- something that clearly flipped a switch in your brain if the sudden gleam in your eye was anything to go by.

you continued the slow barrage of kisses until you were just below his navel. his happy trail peeked out from under his waistband and you bit your lip a little as your fingers toyed with the button.

he lifted his hips just enough for you to get the hint and soon enough, his pants were off. for some reason that he couldn’t wrap his head around in his lustful haze, you decided to leave his boxers on.

all he knew was that he was hot, impatient and so incredibly turned on from your lips alone. he adored you, wanted nothing more than to treat you right, indulge you as much as you wanted… and normally he would be trying to turn the tables on you- have you in the same position he was in right then, but… he knew you were perfectly content to just be doing this. so he let you be and enjoyed the experience for what it was.

except… he couldn’t enjoy it as much as he’d like with you teasing him. running your nails along the inside of his thighs, blowing cool air onto the front of his boxers and making his already semi-hard dick even more solid. he let out a small, breathy moan when you did and tilted his head back.

“c’mon, baby, don’t tease…” he near begged, but his pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. he could see you were in your own little world, fascinated with his reactions.

you let your fingers wander up the leg of his boxers, inching closer and closer to where he needed your touch most. his hips twitched a bit as if the action would force your hand to slip further, but you just let a sweet grin onto your face and retracted your hand.

when you had finally gotten your fill of what he could only describe as torture, you tugged his boxers down and watched his cock spring free.

he watched in anticipation as you admired him. your eyes glossed over again and he figured that your lustful expression was mirroring what his had been all this time. you seemed absolutely entranced by the view that was a needy geto and he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.

why weren’t you do- “ohhh~“

he ate his words and threw his head back once more, letting out a real moan as you gripped his length in your hand. he was heavy. “you’re so big, suguru…”

your voice was soft and he had to focus in order to hear you properly, but the praise went straight to his head. he knew about your love for his stature- often complimenting his arms and his chest, his broad shoulders… for you it didn’t matter if he was bigger than you or not.

he was just big. and you loved that.

your hand slowly pumped up and down his length and you giggled as he bucked his hips in an attempt to quicken the pace. you placed your free hand on one of his bare hips and rubbed your thumb over the soft skin to comfort him.

“easy, suguru, we’re not in any rush. just let me appreciate you…” you mumbled before wrapping your lips around his tip and lightly suckling at it.

his eyes rolled back and he gave up on trying to set a pace. instead, he sunk back further into the bed and placed one arm above his head, the other over his face.

you licked up the pre-cum that was trickling out and kept your hand moving at the same slow, lazy pace. moments like these didn’t always need to be purposeful or quick and needy- sometimes you just want to suck off your boyfriend at the end of the day and maintain the relaxed atmosphere you’ve both created.

if that comes with a little teasing, shouldn't you just trust the process?

in that moment, he felt like he was melting into the sheets beneath him. his entire body was getting fuzzy the closer he crept to his climax.

he tried to focus on anything other than how good your mouth felt to avoid finishing too quickly, but that was proving to be nearly impossible.

then… you glanced up at him with those eyes of yours and he couldn’t hold back anymore. “baby, I’m- ah!”

everything went blank as he tensed up and spilled into your mouth. he barely registered how you worked him through his orgasm, only slowing your hand to a stop as he relaxed his muscles once more.

geto kept his eyes shut as he started to come down from his high, feeling lighter than before and even more relaxed.

“you good, sugu?” you asked him when he finally opened his eyes to see your smiling face.

so smug, he thought to himself as he took in your expression. it wasn’t very often that he let you take the reigns like that.

he gained his senses back quickly, a new fire lit under him. a full day of rest seemed to serve him even better than he thought. “that was amazing baby, you always make me feel so good…”

he sat up a bit and grabbed your ankle, tugging you towards him until you’re flat on your back with him looming over you. “so let me return the favour~”

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[vinivinovna]

How does he cope with his pregnant wife? ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

Jinpachi Ego x fem!reader

The small electronic clock on the glass table showed half past one in the morning, and you still weren't asleep, nervously tapping your sharp nails on the smooth surface.

Ever since Ego started this madness with the Blue Lock project, your life had turned upside down. Not that he was a perfect family man before, but now you hardly saw each other at all. Jinpachi left at dawn and returned when it was already past midnight, and sometimes he even neglected rest, staying overnight in his office due to fatigue and excessive workload.

Minutes dragged on. They say that time slips through your fingers like sand, but for you, it was a thick, sticky mass that could fill the void in your chest if it weren't for the raging hormones from your pregnancy.

You were angry. No, not just angry. You were furious at such irresponsibility, and by the time the lock clicked in the front door, your overflowing patience had cracked.

"You should be in bed sleeping," Ego lazily pulled off his dusty shoes, glancing at his watch. "Did you see the time?"

"And did you see? You promised to be back by eight, and it’s almost three!"

"Don't exaggerate."

Damn that idiot.

In the third trimester, just moving around the house was a challenge, and getting up from the couch felt nearly impossible. But driven by the growing indignation in your chest, you awkwardly moved towards him, picturing in your mind how your slender fingers would wrap around the neck of that jerk.

"‘Don’t exaggerate’? Have you lost your mind? I’m pregnant, in case you haven’t noticed. And at three in the morning, I want to be sleeping in a warm bed, cuddled up with my husband!" – a deep breath in an attempt to calm the storm in your head. The baby inside your round belly kicked uncomfortably, clearly unhappy with your increased activity, and you instinctively began to stroke yourself, trying to instill a false sense of calm. "I swear, I’m ready to kill you right here and now. And don’t you dare talk about a ‘hard day’! I’m fed up with your excuses."

Jinpachi sighed, running his long fingers through his smooth, glass-like hair, looking at you with either regret or indignation.

"Have the hormones gone to your head? I don’t understand. You know perfectly well that I’m doing everything for our family. I admit, Blue Lock has become an important part of my life, but how can you blame me for that? I’m trying to bring football back to Japan! You can’t be so selfish and expect me to be with you 24/7."

"I expect you to do what a good husband should do!"

"Then I’m a terrible husband!" – Ego snapped back before he even realized the meaning of his words.

For a moment, an unusual silence hung between you. Jinpachi bit his tongue until it bled, and you, completely bewildered, blinked like a wind-up doll.

"You’ll sleep on the couch until you start coming home on time. I’ve said everything." – Turning away dramatically, you waddled towards the stairs to the second floor. It was quite a quest, but the desire to clearly show your husband the seriousness of your intentions was much stronger, and Ego rolled his eyes in annoyance, watching your carefree stubbornness.

The accumulated irritation turned into quiet annoyance, and without saying another word, he took you by the elbow, helping you up.

"You’re unbearable," he finally muttered as you approached the door to your bedroom. "Before the pregnancy, it was bearable, but now you’ve turned into a tyrant. Why do I even put up with you?"

"Because you need an addition to your ‘football circle,’ and I’m carrying two kilograms of your son in my belly. So shut up."

[runningincircl3s]

Blood Sport

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Chapter Six

chapter warnings: none?

i decided to make a sandwich half way through editing this chapter and i forgot where i was at so if there's any spelling mistakes or anything pls ignore!! :) also i want to add that i have no knowledge of fishing!! i only know what i know because of what folio was talking about on craig's podcast lmao

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The next morning, you found yourself getting dragged out of the house early to follow the guys down to a spot not too far from Jolly’s house, for a day of fishing. Jolly picked you and Folio up, and you met the others at his house before walking a “quick” 45 minutes down to the lake. 

However, you couldn’t complain once you got there. The lake itself was beautiful, the sun was warm on your skin and the breeze was light. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all?

As the guys got set up, Folio wouldn’t stop rambling about bait, you couldn’t help but chuckle at how passionate he was about this, it warmed your heart to see him so happy.

But then you had a thought. 

“Do people really use worms as bait?” You raised an eyebrow, turning to Folio, who had already whipped his shirt off, and you couldn't help but wonder when he had gotten his chest tattooed.

“Yep!” He nodded.

“So… It isn’t just a cartoon thing?”

“No! It’s live bait, some people use worms, some use maggots, crickets, even smaller fish.” 

“What the fuck? That’s like cannibalism, right?”

“Not really,” Folio hummed, “I don’t use any of those though.” 

“So what do you use?”

“You’ll see soon!” He smiled, turning back to the lake. 

You didn’t think you’d be fishing today, you’d let the guys do that and your plan was to sit and soak up the sun. Even when Jolly offered you a rod, you turned it down, setting your picnic blanket down on the ground instead and stretching out on it.

Ruffilo joined you, asking before sitting down beside you on the blanket. He offered you a beer, but you politely declined, so Bryan took it instead. 

“It feels weird without Noah.” Nicholas said, and you couldn’t help but wince at his name. You thought a day without him was what you needed, but there was never an escape, was there?

“I was just thinking that,” Jolly agreed, sitting on one of the fold up chairs and nudging your leg with his foot, “I bet you’re not complaining though.” 

You just shook your head. 

“I don’t want to think about him.” 

The guys were suddenly quiet, like they were all thinking the same thing but none of them wanted to ask. Ruffilo sighed, placing a hand on your knee. 

“Don’t take anything he says personally, Noah I mean. He’s been off with us all for a while now. I know that man better than he knows himself, and I know he’s stubborn as hell, but he still cares about you.” 

You slowly looked up, almost hesitant before your eyes met his. 

“I just wish he’d actually talk to me.” You sighed. “One minute I feel like he hates my guts and the next it’s like nothing has ever happened! He's constantly messing with my mind.” 

“That’s Noah for you.” Ruff chuckled. By this point, the others had fallen into their own conversation, leaving the two of you to talk in relative privacy

“Amy said something to me yesterday and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it…” You frowned. 

“What did she say?”

You hesitated for a moment, feeling your mouth dry up as you began to speak. 

“She said that if Noah had the chance, if I gave him even the slightest hint to say I wanted him back, he’d drop everything for me…” You could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you kept your gaze fixed on the lake, “Is it true that he’s not happy with her anymore?”

“Is it not obvious?” Ruff smiled softly, “Before you came back around, those two were pretty much inseparable, he couldn't even go to the studio alone. But now... it’s different. It’s like he’s purposely trying to push her away so that she’ll leave first. But I know she loves him too much to do that.”

You frowned, turning back to look at him. 

“I don’t know if I want to know the answer... but as his best friend, has he spoken to you about me?”

Ruff nodded. 

“He never shuts up about you. Never has since the day you met.”

You felt your world stopped for a moment, your breath catching in your throat as a warmth spread in your chest.

You knew Noah had never fully let go of you, but hearing it said out loud, especially from someone who knew him better than anyone, made it feel real in a way you weren’t sure you were ready to ever think about. 

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling into the fabric of your blanket as you stared at the water.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Ruffilo said softly, watching you with careful eyes. “I know it’s a lot.”

You exhaled a shaky laugh. 

“A lot is an understatement.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The sounds of the others laughing in the distance, the gentle rustling of the trees, and the distant chirping of birds filled the silence between you. You wanted to say something, to admit that a part of you already knew, that every time Noah looked at you, you could feel the weight of things left unspoken between you. But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

He never said anything. Not anything meaningful. 

But neither did you.

“I just don’t get it,” you muttered, shaking your head. “If he really does still care that much, then why is he still with her, why does he refuse to let her go if he isn't happy? Why does he act like I don’t exist half the time, and then the next second, he’s looking at me like-” You stopped yourself before you could finish that thought.

Ruff knew what you were trying to say anyway.

He let out a slow breath, like he’d been asking himself the same questions. 

“Because it’s easier, I guess.”

“What?” You frowned. 

“It’s easier to be with her, can’t you see? It’s easier to pretend he’s over you, to push you away, to hurt you before you can hurt him again. But at the same time, it’s like he can’t help himself, he still gravitates toward you, even when he tries not to. I guess that’s what happens when you really, really mean something to someone.”

That hit you like a punch to the stomach.

"Do you remember the night you met? When we all met you?"

"A little," you nodded, "I couldn't really tell you anything about it though."

Ruffilo nodded.

"I don't remember much either, Jolly does though, he was the only sober one there. All I remember, what everyone remembers, is that from the moment you two laid eyes on each other, something... clicked. It was like you were always meant to be. You didn’t leave each others side once that night, you were practically glued together, like you'd known each other forever. No one could get a word in, and honestly, no one wanted to, we were happy for him. It was like nothing else mattered, just you two. I truly think it was love at first sight, and everyone else could see it. It's why it didn't come as a surprise when the two of you were sneaking about last year."

Your lips parted slightly, but nothing came out.

You barely remembered a thing from that night, but you knew now that you had totally fucked up.

“So what do I do?” You finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ruff gave you a small, knowing smile. 

“That’s not my call to make.” He glanced toward the others, where Jolly was currently swearing at his fishing rod and Bryan was filming him. Then he looked back at you. “But whatever you decide… don’t wait too long.”

“What do you mean-”

“Holy shit!” Jolly shouted, and as you looked over you saw him with a huge fish in his hands, “I told you I’d catch one first!”

…

You were pretty quiet for the rest of the trip, and it was slowly starting to get dark now. The lake reflected the soft hues of the evening sky, the water rippling gently in the breeze. You sat near the disposable barbeque, watching as Folio flipped the burgers, the smell of charred meat filling the air.

“Alright, who's hungry?” Folio announced, holding up the plate of burgers and hotdogs like he was presenting some five-star meal.

“It’s a miracle you didn’t burn them.” Nicholas chuckled, inspecting them before reaching into the cooler for a drink.

“How dare you doubt my chef skills! I cook almost every night at home and I’ve never heard y/n complain once!” 

Jolly chuckled as he handed out plates, nudging you lightly with his elbow as he noticed how you were far away, in a world of your own. 

“You okay?”

You forced a small smile. 

“Yeah. Just tired.”

Jolly didn’t push, just gave a small nod before sitting back in his chair.

A comfortable silence settled over the group as everyone dug into their food. The only sounds were the crackling of the grill and the occasional murmured conversation. Then, out of nowhere, Jolly cleared his throat.

“So… I’ve been thinking about proposing to Nicole.”

Folio choked on his drink. 

“Dude- what?”

Jolly laughed at his reaction, shaking his head. 

“You heard me.”

“Finally!” Bryan grinned, “What took you so long?”

“What?” Jolly laughed, “What took me so long?”

“You’ve been with her how long? Like… five years?” Nicholas pointed a fry at him. 

“Six.” Jolly corrected.

“Exactly.” Bryan smirked. “About damn time.”

You watched Jolly, the way his expression softened just at the mention of Nicole’s name. It was rare to see him get sentimental, but right now, it was obvious just how much he loved her.

And love was a sore topic for you right now.

“Do you know how you’re gonna do it?” You asked, genuinely curious.

Jolly shrugged. 

“Not yet. I just know I want to. I’ve been carrying the ring around for a while now, just waiting for the right moment. It’s her birthday next weekend, I’m organising a small party for her with our close friends, so basically just you guys, and I was thinking about doing it then?”

“Wait, you already have the ring?” Folio’s eyes widened. 

“Yeah.” Jolly chuckled. 

“Dude, just ask her already!” Bryan exclaimed. 

Jolly sighed, leaning back in his chair. 

“I just… want it to be perfect, you know? She deserves that.”

You felt a warmth in your chest at his words. It was rare to see this side of Jolly, so open and vulnerable, but it made you happy.

“She’s gonna say yes no matter what,” you reassured him, “She really loves you.” 

Jolly smiled. 

“I hope so.”

“Nah,” Bryan grinned. “You better hope she doesn’t realise she could do better before you ask.”

“Bry!” You scoffed, as Jolly threw a fry at him. 

For a moment, the heaviness in your chest lifted, as the guys burst into laughter.

You realised in that moment how grateful you were for your friends. Even if you didn’t know where you stood with Noah, you always had them. 

However, your moment was quickly ruined as you felt something wet land on your arm. 

Oh shit. Rain?

The first few drops were barely noticeable at first, cool against your skin as they landed. You thought maybe it would pass, just a fleeting drizzle, nothing more. But within minutes, the sky darkened, and the rain picked up,getting heavier, until the sound of droplets hitting the lake and the surrounding trees filled the air.

"Oh, come on!" Folio groaned, shielding his eyes as he looked up at the clouds.

Bryan laughed, shaking out his hair as droplets clung to the ends. 

"Suck it up, princess." He said to Folio, before he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it in your direction. "Here, before you start crying about it. I know how you get when your hair is wet."

You caught it, rolling your eyes. Bry had a hoodie beneath his jacket, and all you had was a tank top.

"Wow, thanks. So chivalrous of you."

"I try.” Bryan smirked, pulling his hood up.

“It should pass soon.” Jolly said, sitting back in his chair. 

But after a few minutes passed, it was only getting heavier. 

“I say we head back to Jolly’s.” Nicholas called, and the guys nodded. 

"What about all the gear?" Folio asked, glancing down towards the lake. 

"You and y/n got it, right?" Bryan grinned, backing away as he joined the others who were already heading to the woods. 

"What?!" You exclaimed, "Hell no, you guys help-"

"Bye!" The guys waved. 

Before you could protest, they were gone, disappearing into the trees, their laughter fading as they left you and Folio standing there, abandoned in the pouring rain.

Folio exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face as water dripped from his chin. 

"I fucking hate them." He shook his head. 

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. 

"There’s no way we’re carrying all this back in the rain."

"Nope. Not happening," Folio agreed, crossing his arms. "What’s the plan, then? We just… live here now?"

You huffed, pulling Bryan’s jacket tighter around yourself as another gust of wind sent a shiver down your spine.

"I guess we just wait it out?"

Folio sighed, glancing around before pointing to a large tree a few feet away. 

"C’mon, at least let’s get under there so we’re not totally drenched."

You agreed, following him and settling underneath the thick branches. It barely made a differnce.

"Alright, screw this," you grumbled, hugging Bryan’s jacket tighter around yourself. "Call someone. I am not staying here any longer."

Folio pulled out his phone, squinting at the screen through the water droplets sliding down it. 

"Who do you suggest? Because I know Jolly’s not coming back for us, Matt’s visiting Alyson’s parents, and Davis- hell no, he’d never let us live it down."

You hesitated, dread settling in your stomach as you swallowed your pride.

"How about Noah."

Folio let out a low whistle. 

"Oh, boy. You sure about that?"

"Nick. I’d rather die than walk all the way back in this rain carrying all this shit."

He huffed a laugh before nodding. 

But instead of pressing call, he handed you the phone. 

"Your idea, you call him."

You shot him a glare but took the phone anyway. Taking a steadying breath, you pressed the call button. The line rang a few times before finally connecting.

"Hello? I told you I’m busy today, what do you want?"

His voice was sharp, impatient. You braced yourself.

"Noah… hi."

A pause. 

"What do you want?"

You exhaled, shifting uncomfortably. 

"Well… Folio and I are kinda stranded at the lake by Jolly’s place. It’s pouring, and the guys are all assholes and ditched us with all the fishing gear... We need a ride."

Silence.

"Yeah, not my problem."

You shot Folio a look, and he snatched the phone out of your hand before you could protest.

"Dude, come on," he said, exasperated. "We’re drenched, and we have all the gear to take back. Just come pick us up real quick."

"You know how far that is? Call someone else."

You rolled your eyes. Typical. Before you could tell Folio to hang up, he smirked slightly.

"Oh, yeah? I get why you’d leave me out here but what about y/n? Noah, she’s completely soaked, shivering… she’s gonna get sick."

The silence on the other end was instant.

Your eyes widened, whipping your head toward him. 

"Are you serious?" You mouthed.

Folio just grinned, raising a finger to his lips to say trust me.

A few more seconds of silence. Then finally, Noah let out an annoyed breath.

"Where are you exactly?"

Folio beamed in victory. 

"I’ll send you the location. Hurry up, alright? We’re freezing."

Noah hung up without another word. Folio immediately turned to you with a smug grin.

"Knew that would work. He can pretend to hate you all he wants but-"

“Folio!” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "I hate you."

"No, you don’t." He smirked.

…

“I was thinking maybe we could redecorate the kitchen?” Amy suggested, “I like the wooden cabinets but I think we should go for a more modern look, why don’t we have a think about it?”

“Hm, yeah, sounds good.” Noah nodded, not fully listening. 

The two of them were out for dinner, Noah had taken Amy out for a day of shopping, and now to eat at her favourite restaurant. He had tried all day to put on the loving boyfriend act, but it had gotten to a point where he was tired of it now. He just wanted her to go home- but she can’t, because now they live together. 

“I was also wondering if-”

Buzz buzz… Buzz buzz

Noah apologised, reaching into his pocket for his phone, thanking some higher being for this interruption. 

When he looked at the name and read Folio, he had some kind of idea what this was going to be about. Noah had checked the weather forecast, and it had said it was due to rain around now. He chuckled to himself before answering. 

"Hello? I told you I’m busy today, what do you want?" He asked, sitting back in his seat with a sigh. 

But the voice that answered back wasn’t Folio. 

"Noah… hi." There was no mistaking that voice.

His heart skipped a beat, but he forced his voice to remain steady. 

"What do you want?"

He heard you shift, your voice crackling just a little. The rain was clearly getting to you. 

"Well… Folio and I are kinda stranded at the lake by Jolly’s place. It’s pouring, and the guys are all assholes and ditched us with all the fishing gear. We need a ride…?"

There was a long pause on Noah’s end, he knew he’d give in eventually, he wanted an escape from the restaurant, he just couldn’t make it seem so obvious to Amy that he wanted to leave. So the sharp edge of his irritation returned. 

"Yeah, not my problem."

He could hear some movement, and then Folio had snatched the phone from you.

"Dude, come on," he said, exasperated. "We’re drenched, and we’ve got all the gear to take back. Just come pick us up real quick."

Noah pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration building. 

"You know how far that is? Call someone else."

The line was silent for a beat. And then Folio added something Noah didn’t expect to hear. 

"Oh, yeah? I get why you’d leave me out here, but what about y/n? Noah, she’s completely soaked, shivering… she’s gonna get sick."

The words hit Noah harder than he expected.

He froze, his hand tightening around his phone. He should’ve just hung up. He should’ve ignored this. But the thought of you in the rain, shivering and vulnerable, made his chest tighten.

There was no way around it. He couldn't leave you out there. He didn’t want to care, but he did. And that made everything so much more complicated.

"Where are you exactly?" Noah asked, his voice a little quieter now.

Folio wasted no time.

"I’ll send you the location. Hurry up, alright? We’re freezing."

Noah hung up, the decision already made. He glanced over at Amy, who had raised an eyebrow at his sudden change in demeanor. But Noah didn’t have time to explain. He grabbed his jacket and stood up.

"I’m sorry, there’s an emergency, Folio’s uh… broken a finger… He needs taking to the hospital, I’ve gotta go." He said quickly, before she could ask any questions.

She didn’t protest, but the confused and disappointed look she gave him was enough to make him feel guilty. 

"Okay… I’ll see you later then."

Without another word, he rushed out, the cold air biting at his skin as he jogged to his car. His mind raced as he drove toward the lake, the rain pounding harder against the windshield. 

What was he doing?

…

It didn’t take long before headlights cut through the rain, the familiar sight of Noah’s car pulling up near the dirt road leading to the lake. The moment the window rolled down, his gaze immediately landed on you.

"Get in."

You didn’t hesitate, yanking open the door and practically diving into the warm interior. Folio took his time loading the car, then finally he gathered the lighter gear and tossed it in before he climbed into the passenger's seat. 

Noah sighed, running a hand through his hair before shifting into drive. 

"You guys are a pain in my ass, you know that?"

"And yet, here we are." Folio smirked.

Noah shot him a glare before turning his attention back to the road. You sat there, dripping wet and exhausted, but for some reason, you felt just a little bit warmer.

Because if he truly didn't care, he would've left you two out there.

"Couldn’t handle a little rain?" Noah asked, meeting your gaze in the mirror.

"Oh, shut up." You scoffed, your teeth chattering as you shivered.

He smirked slightly, before reaching out to turn up the heating.

“There should be a hoodie in the back somewhere, put it on.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“No, I’m good.”

"No, y/n. Take off whatever is wet and get changed." Noah’s voice was more stern this time, almost commanding.

“Why? So I can look even more pathetic? I'm not some damsel in distress, Noah."

He glanced at you again, his expression softening just a little. 

"No, I know you’re not. But I don’t want you getting sick, and I’m not gonna let you freeze to death in my car either. Put it on."

You blinked, surprised. 

“Okay, as long as neither of you look.” 

Folio immediately covered his eyes, and Noah fought back the urge to say, It’s nothing I haven’t seen before... you could tell by the slight smirk on his lips that he was tempted.

A few seconds passed before you reluctantly leaned over, grabbing it from the seat beside you. You took off your jacket and shirt, leaving you in just your bra as you pulled his hoodie over your head, the fabric surprisingly warm against your skin. It smelled faintly like Noah, and it made you feel oddly at ease, though you’d never ever admit it to him.

Noah kept his eyes on the road, but there was a subtle shift in his posture, like he was trying to focus on driving but couldn’t help noticing the way you looked, all bundled up in his hoodie.

It made your cheeks flush. 

"Better?" He asked, his voice quieter now, more considerate.

You nodded, glancing over at him. 

"Yeah. Thanks." You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. 

“Can I look now?” Folio asked, his hands still dramatically covering his eyes. 

…

It wasn’t too long before  the car slowed and Noah pulled into the driveway of your place. The rain hadn’t let up, and the evening air had only gotten colder.

"Well, this is it." Noah said.

You glanced over at him, your fingers still clutching the hoodie, and for a second, there was an awkward silence. You weren't sure what to say, or if you even needed to say anything. 

So you decided to just reach for the door handle, until Noah's voice stopped you.

"Keep it."

You blinked at him, not sure you heard him right.

"Keep it," he repeated, his eyes briefly meeting yours. "It looks better on you than it does on me."

You hesitated for a second, your heart fluttering.

"Are you sure?" You couldn’t stop yourself from asking, though you had a feeling it was more of a rhetorical question.

Noah gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, his lips curling slightly into that familiar half-smirk. 

"Yeah. Just don't lose it."

You smiled softly, more to yourself than anything, before giving him a quick nod. 

"Thanks.” You murmured.

Folio, who had been mostly quiet during the ride, was already bringing the fishing gear inside. You asked if he wanted a hand, but he shook his head, telling you to just get inside, into the warm. 

You stepped out of the car, holding your soaked clothes in your arms. Before you could turn away, Noah’s voice cut through your thoughts again.

"Hey, y/n?"

You stopped and turned back to him. 

"Yeah?"

"Next time," he started, his tone slightly softer than before, "Try not to get yourself stranded in the rain again, okay?"

You couldn’t help but chuckle, despite the slight ache in your chest. 

"I’ll try."

With that, you closed the door softly, turning to head inside. As you walked toward the door, you glanced down at the hoodie you were wearing, wondering if it meant anything more to him than just lending you a piece of clothing. But you didn’t dwell on it for long. You had a feeling you’d figure it out eventually.

You had gone straight up to your room, deciding you were going to have a shower and then go to bed. You didn’t know how to deal with all the thoughts in your head right now, so hopefully a nice hot shower would help your mind clear. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about what Ruffilo had said, and then how when Folio had mentioned you were cold Noah changed his mind and picked you up, and how he told you he didn’t want you getting sick-

You were probably overthinking, right? Anyone would’ve done the same, why does it make any difference that it was Noah?

You shook your head, shaking away the thoughts as you got undressed, tugging the wet shorts off. You slipped your hands into the pocket in Noah’s hoodie, making sure you hadn’t put something in there, but instead you pulled a couple things out. 

First, a hair band, your brow furrowed as you set it down on your dresser, thoughts of Noah’s little bun flooding your mind, and secondly a scrunched up piece of paper, which had something written on it. You immediately recognised Noah’s handwriting, and you wondered if this was really something you should be looking at, but still you unfolded and uncreased the paper, revealing what you guessed to be song lyrics.

You shouldn't be reading this, you weren't sure if this was lyrics or just something he wanted to get off his mind, but curiosity won, and you began to read.

You said enough

You never loved the thought of us

You're too good to be true, yeah

I gotta go, gotta run

You don't want me the way I want you, no

You walked too close to the rails

I picked you up when you fell

How can you live with yourself?

You're lost, but I couldn't tell

Fooled me and you did it well

Thought you were somebody else

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okay so if you read nothing ever after, i want to let you know i'm gonna change the story of how they met just a tiny bit... i've spent weeks writing the chapter where jolly explains it to them and i feel like it'd be a good idea to just say there'll be some inconsistencies until i can edit it lmao

@bloody-spades @death-ofpeace-ofmind @miss570 @dominuslunae @dontwantthemoney @amelia-acero @noahslutbastian @blade-dressed-in-red @super-btstrash-posts @kait16xo @oobleoob @sunshine-lvrr @lacy1986 @enemiestolovershoe @samanthasgone @superpiratecriminalchef @lukeevangelista @lunabuna991 @ami-gami @bluehairpunklol

[girlfictions]

something i’ve been thinking about lately is like. growing up muslim right after 9/11 is something i’d never really reflected on much because it was all i’d ever known — at 5, my friend’s mum didn’t let her invite me to her birthday party because i was the only brown girl in our class, at 12, my classmates would joke about my family being part of isis, at 16, my dad was interrogated by american airport security for hours — and it always stung and it always hurt but it was just the way things were because the western world hated muslims. but i don’t think i’ve ever fully comprehended the extent to which we were hated until now.

palestine is being turned into a mass graveyard. every single day there are new photos of the atrocities being carried out against them and videos of them pleading for help and still those who can actually intervene turn a blind eye. israel is claiming to only be targeting hamas “terrorists” while bombing a refugee camp. israeli police raided and assaulted a non-zionist jewish neighbourhood. israeli soldiers are posting tiktoks of them torturing captured palestinians. this is not a complicated issue and it never has been. ethnic cleansing is being committed right in front of us. and yet the western world leaders refuse to call for a ceasefire.

and while zionist organisations accuse pro-palestine demonstrations of anti-semitism, while zionist celebrities insist that they’re afraid to leave their mansions in los angeles, a six year old muslim boy was stabbed to death and his mother wounded in the same attack in chicago. a muslim doctor was murdered while sitting outside her apartment complex in texas. hundreds of peaceful protesters have been arrested (many of whom have been jewish). despite what zionists want you to believe, this is not a jewish/muslim conflict. i have so much love and gratitude to my brave jewish brothers and sisters all over the world who are condemning israel for their actions.

ultimately, israel have been granted impunity by the west. they have slaughtered thousands upon thousands of innocent palestinians. they have bombed hospitals and schools indiscriminately. they have used white phosphorus, violating the geneva convention. they have completely eradicated nearly 900 bloodlines. how many more need to be wiped out? how many more children need to be buried underneath the rubble? how many more doctors need to be confronted with the bodies of their own family members? how many more journalists need to detail the horrific acts of violence they are witnessing? what more can be done to the palestinian people that has not been done already?

i truly believe that palestine will be free one day. i believe the palestinian people will receive the justice they finally deserve. but what breaks my heart is how much they have suffered and will continue to suffer before they are deemed worthy of help. and it would be to all of our detriment if we ignored how much of a factor palestine being a predominantly muslim state has played into the way the world has reacted to their genocide.

[rattusrattus3]

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[magicicephoenix]

i need to go pound joey drew into a pulp RIGHT NOW

[relivethisdream]

[kisakunt]

BABY TRAP? LIKE THE MOVIE WITH THE TWINS?

description… you two are meant to be. sealed by fate, star crossed lovers. you’ll keep each other around however you need to.

warnings… dark content! baby trapping! noncon! obviously they’re being baby trapped they say something trying to stop it. consensual sex. full penetrative sex.

a word from the writer… i’ve had this in the drafts for aWHILE. it’s about time. do yall still read dc? i’ll never stop supplying… are we too woke now?!

TRAPS YOU

you’re hot under him, and he’s making that face he always makes right before he cums. it’s like repetition; eyes blanked out, mouth ajar but not fully open, brows furrowed like he’s desperate— and it’s scary.

“baby,” the word is cut in two with how fast he’s going, tease of pain as he hilts into your cervix with every thrust. “baby, you’re not wearing a condom.” your voice is uneasy, shaky from the movement and pleasure and build up. you think, in a way, the way you have sex is unfair. he gives you so much, orgasm after orgasm, rubbing your clit as he drills you to the point you go fucking stupid.

you feel safe with him. sex is sacred with him, no matter how sick it gets. but right now, with your calves pressed into his shoulders, his hands pushing your thighs impossibly back, you feel uneasy.

“baby, baby, pull out.” he gasps, sweat dripping down right near your eyes as a shaky groan escapes him.

“fuck,” a chaste kiss to your forehead, a shakiness in his movements, an unmatched rhythm as he gets closer and closer. “fuck. oh my, god. you feel so fucking good— so fuckin’ good.”

and so does he. but you’re scared.

“you’re gonna make such a good mommy, gonna be such a good mama. gonna— gonna give you my babies. gonna get you pregnant, gonna make you mine.”

“hey, wait,” your hands raise to his chest but he hits that angle that makes your eyes roll and they fall back. it feels so good you almost don’t care. “baby, baby, baby stop. baby, you gotta pull out.”

“you’re gonna be such a good mommy. gonna give you my kids. gonna give you my kids.” and it’s instant. it’s before you can even think— if you could anyway— it’s pressed so deep in you you betray yourself and cum, too.

he places his head to yours, kisses you greedy and whole, and whines into your mouth. it’s him, it’s real, it’s love. but— and you know this— it’s something so wrong.

“did you just…?” and before you can finish your question, he’s regaining his rhythm, fucking his cum into you with a half hard dick. it’s precise, it’s calculated, it’s intention.

he looks at you, eyes wide, breath heavy, and gives you a little grin. “gonna keep fucking you even when you’re pregnant, baby. gonna make sure i can keep you all to myself.”

GOJO, GETO, SUKUNA, YUJI

GETS TRAPPED

your legs hurt. you’ve been on top for all of thirty minutes, which you have no one to blame other than yourself. you love to edge him, love to get him so close and then take it all away from him. you think it gets him a little addicted.

but right now, as he squirms under you, losing every ounce of masculinity he’s ever had, something takes over you.

“gonna cum,” it’s breathless, short and sweet. “oh shit, i’m gonna cum.” you think he must think you’re edging him again. you think he’s expecting you to slow down, stop all together, pick up off him fully for ten or so seconds and then slam back down.

but you pick up the pace, grinding your hips into his, hitting his pelvic bone with your own as your hands grip at his pecs.

“wait, are you—” he falls apart under you, voice failing him, body failing him, hands only finding the strength to grip at your hips. “baby girl, i’m gonna cum.”

it’s melodic, tactile and articulate, a steady flow of bounces while your squelch fills the room.

“sweetheart, you gotta stop.” your right hand lifts from his chest to his mouth, shoving your fingers between his lips while he groans. he’s so easy to you, for you, because of you.

and then you feel it, milk it, relish in it— the way he comes undone at your touch, loses himself deep inside you. you don’t say a word about it, don’t think about it too much as you press your wet fingers to your stomach.

it’s a quiet giggle as reality washes over him. he looks cute, you can’t help but realize, panic and flushed under you. you’re sure of it then; he’s gonna be a sexy dad.

MEGUMI, NANAMI, CHOSO, TOJI

[syluss-littlecrow]

size training with sylus

<slyus x fem!reader>

where you’re size training on Sylus’s dick. ❤️

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, big dick!sylus, size training, size kink, dear god sylus and his fat cock, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dacryphilia, it’s just sylus brain rot ❤️

w/c: 2K

a/n: I’m on Love & Deepspace fic tumblr! 😮 hope I’ll be welcomed nicely here haha. As a peace offering, this is my present to everyone (and especially the Sylus girlies)!

You shift your body slightly, trying to make yourself comfortable, on top of taking slow breaths, your heart fluttering at Sylus's soft voice coaxing you. 

"That's it. Take it slowly, kitten", his voice slow and deep in your ears. But you don't see the way he's shutting his eyes and biting his inner cheek every time you squeeze around him. He's trying to pace his breathing as well, but it feels so fucking good.

You whine softly against his bare chest, his heat radiating off you, his slender fingers stroking your hair slowly, and his other hand drawing soothing circles on your thighs. 

You don’t remember how it started, but your thoughts start to drift, recalling the times your mind would float whenever Sylus had his lips on yours with you straddling on his thick thighs. He would devour you, painfully slowly because he knows that’s what riles you up, and he definitely enjoys listening to your whimpers, your non-verbal pleas for him to do more to you. He’d make sure your lips are wet and messy once he’s done with you, his touches teasing and light against your skin. Sylus secretly wants you to beg for it, because he knows that he’d give in to you in a heartbeat. His fingers would cup yours that were on his chest, and the look he would give you reset all the butterflies in your stomach. You would feel his thick erection, hidden under the thin silk black bathrobe he’d always wear against your clothed pussy, and dear god, he’s so fucking big. But before you could ask, Sylus would trail his fingers to tease your wet clit and pussy, soaking in your adorable reactions he swears is enough to get him off, erasing the question of wanting him to fuck you off your brain when the pleasure from his fingers tingles through your body. 

Sylus doesn’t pride himself as a generous being, but he thinks he’s always generous enough for you. He realises he enjoys having his face in between your legs, making you squirm, listening to you sob when he overstimulates you with his tongue, making sure his tongue presses and grazes fully on your clit while he listens to you fall apart, his crimson eyes locked onto you while he holds you down to take whatever he’s giving you. 

He’s good at distracting you like that whenever you want to bring up the question of fucking. 

This time though? Through your wet lashes from the overstimulation and hazy thoughts, all you were craving for was just to be fucked stupid by Sylus. Your hand reached out and pushed against his head. Sylus pulled back slightly, confused for a moment. 

“What is it, sweetie?” He paused, his hands trailing up and down your thighs. 

Your mind slowly clears, but your pussy is still pulsing from him tongue fucking you.

“Need you to fuck me, Sylus. Please. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Sylus is momentarily taken aback by your demand, but he realises he can’t keep holding it off, mostly because there’s only so much longer he’s able to hold back, especially when you’re begging for him like that. 

“I don’t think-“

“I can take it”, you muttered stubbornly, yanking your partner towards you. You shift yourself above him, straddling his thighs, just shy of his appendage. 

As much as your determination is endearing, Sylus knows your comfort should come first. And he knows very well that his cock isn’t gonna fit into you in one go, so he decides to let you gauge it for yourself—putting your hands into the string of his robe, gesturing you to loosen it. 

And you do, your gaze flickering from his cool expression to his silk robe sliding off his body when you untie the string. 

You swallow hard when his cock comes into view—thick, long and heavy, the tip red with a wet sheen of precum. Yeah, that’s definitely not gonna fit in you in one go. You and him solely being just wet enough wasn’t going to cut it. 

Nonetheless, you’re still determined. Your eyes meet his gaze and an idea pops into his head. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Tell you what, sweetie. I’ll fit into you slowly. Doesn’t matter how much you can take, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable when you’re doing so.”

“But-“

He presses his lips on the back of your hand. 

“I’ll be fine. You trust me, right?”

You nod, watching the way his eyes soften before you. 

So there you are, lying on your side, facing Sylus, your cunt trying to adjust to his cock as he stretches you open. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been size training with your partner. It started off with getting his cockhead in, and that was already making you hitch your breath. Then inch by inch he sinks into you from then. He’d let you cock warm him like that and it never failed to leave you so full one session after the next. 

It’d been seven days, and you barely pushed through three-quarters of his girth. Initially, Sylus still could tease you while you tried to take his cock, but as he sunk deeper into you after each session, it started getting harder for him to maintain his composure—every twitch, every squeeze—had him digging his fingers into his palm, clenching against his silk pillow and breathing a little harder. 

He huffs once more when he feels you clench around his cock. 

“If you’re gonna keep clenching around me like that, Kitten, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.”

You glance up, watching the way Sylus’s platinum hair becoming a tousled mess against the pillow. His crimson eyes cast to meet yours, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“I can’t help it”, you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

You hear Sylus hiss slightly once more when he twitches inside you. 

“Do you think you could fit another inch in?” It almost comes off as a beg. 

You inhale shakily, shifting yourself further downwards, taking another inch of his cock. The both of you gasp at the sensation. 

You freeze at the thickness. How far down are you already?

“You’re almost all the way in, Kitten”, Sylus whispers, almost as if he heard your thoughts. His breathing is growing heavier by the second, and he’s forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting the remainder of his cock in. It’s dangling over him like his favourite prey. 

His thumb strokes against yours, trying to distract you from the pressure on top of pressing your forehead with kisses, singing you soft praises.

Your mind is gradually turning more hazy with Sylus’s cock taking up the majority of your thoughts, on top of his body soap that’s been creeping into your olfactory senses. The more Sylus inches his cock into you, the more he’s pressing onto your g-spot, and the more it’s starting to make you see stars whenever you blink. You’re growing so sensitive that you’re feeling every throb Sylus’s cock is giving you. 

Your hand is on his arm, trying to ground yourself from the slight soreness. Another strained whimper when Sylus pushes him deeper into your pussy. Slick leaks from your pussy and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sylus. 

Another kiss to your temple, another circle drawing session on your thigh.

“Do you want me to go all the way in?” 

Your toes curl.

“I can take it.”

So Sylus inches his cock right to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you. 

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes, but oh god you do feel so good. 

“How are you feeling, sweetie?”

You hiccup softly. “So full.”

He chuckles. “Such a good girl.” The vibrations of his light laughter only press his tip further onto your g-spot, and it’s making your thighs shake from the impending orgasm. 

“D-don’t move so much, Sylus. You’re gonna make me—“ you try to bury your head into his chest but he stops you with his fingers in your chin. 

“Make you what?” 

He intentionally shifts, and his cockhead hits your sensitive spots again, sending fireworks into your eyelids, and a strained moan. Sylus seems to enjoy your reactions, because then he flips you to your back, his large frame looming over you, forcing you to look up at him with your legs folded, and still with his cock in you. 

Oh no. 

Sylus looks down at you with the faintest glint of softness in his eyes before it completely disappears, now just hunger seeping through the red. 

“Sylus!-“ you gasp, his fullness penetrating into you again, this time easily, considering the wet and sopping mess you’ve made around his cock. 

He only hums in reply, then pulling out slightly before he pushes into you again. He’s found your sweet spots, and he’s not letting it go that easily. 

The knot in your stomach pulls tight, and it’s making you tear up in sheer pleasure. You’re barely able to meet Sylus’s eyes, not when he’s fucking into you and has your head thrown back while you’re fighting to keep your eyelids open. 

It builds and builds. Sylus probably realises it from how much you’re just pulsing on his cock. His thumb rests at the corner of your lips and you let him slip in, your glazed out eyes meeting his. It makes his heart flutter when you’re completely undone like this for him, but he’ll never admit it, at least, not yet. 

“Gonna cum. Fuck, it’s so much, Sylus-“ you whimper before your mind completely melts away. 

“Release all you want on me, sweetie. That’s my good girl.”

That’s enough to send you over the edge—your orgasm hitting you like waves, tingling through your body like electricity, the pleasure eating you up over and over again. Sylus watches affectionately while you fall apart on his cock—the way you’re writhing and squirming, the way his name leaves your lips after every moan, the way your pussy creams so much on his cock. He thinks he’s doomed because he never gonna get enough. 

“Looks like a little kitten made a mess”, Sylus teases. He watches the way cream pools at the base of his cock when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust back into you again. His eyes flutter shut at the tight warmth eating him up, groans replacing his words. 

“Now, can I make a mess in you?” 

Your watery eyes meet his, and he’s equally about to lose all composure. You cup his cheeks, taking him by surprise, before giving him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, and then you nod. Said corner of his lips lift in satisfaction at your approval.

He’s just ready to ruin you. 

His strokes become more heavy, the overstimulation shutting your brain off. Nothing but pleasure is surging through your nerves now. You’re even holding up your legs so Sylus can fuck you deeper. 

“Now be a good girl and take all of it”, he mutters huskily, burying his face against the crook of your neck, his eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows furrowed. 

Despite the fact that you don’t get to see the way Sylus’s face contorts in pleasure when his orgasm hits him, his groans right in your ears serve you satisfied for now while thick white spurts into your abused pussy, filling you up all the way, some seeping past your plugged hole. 

You don’t realise how much you’ve clawed down Sylus’s back while he was emptying himself into you. 

Well, he doesn’t need to know anyway. 

Sylus stays above you for a moment, the both of you catching your breaths. He still has the energy to plant more bites on your neck while you stroke his hair. 

He pulls back to look at your face properly, and all you can think of is how fucking good he looks post-fuck—messy, sweaty, and so fucking delicious-looking. His fingers brush away your strands of hair, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 

“You’re truly gonna be the death of me, sweetie.”

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. play fighting with your lover quickly turns into you being pounded on the couch.

tags. (assassin!)toji x female reader. smut. dōggy style. age gap implied. with plot-ish. unprotected -> p in v. size difference / kink. power trip-ish. teasing. crēampie. dacryphilia. tummy bulging. pūssy slapping. breēding mention. reader gets called ‘(little) girl, pretty, doll, slut.’ not proofread. wc: 3.4k

you let out a sigh of relief when your lover comes back home safe from another mission. toji’s risky job always leaves you anxious, knowing what could happen to him if things took a turn for the worse.

“keheh, there’s my pretty girl,” toji grins as he feels you jump into his embrace the instant he steps into the living room. your arms wrap around his waist and your head rests against his chiseled chest. he’s sweaty and bloody, yet you can’t care less. you’ve waited all day for him.

you tilt your head back and give the black-haired man a quick, passionate kiss. he returns it with equal force before picking you up and bringing you over to the couch. once toji put you down, he reaches a hand out to lazily ruffle your hair, “i’m g’nna take a shower, yeah?”

you shake your head and grab his hand before he can think of moving away. “no, want you to stay. just for a little more,” you attempt to coax toji into staying with you for a bit more.

“after i take a shower, doll. i probably smell ‘n look like shit,” the assassin mumbles in a low tone. his hair is wet with sweat, black locks sticking to his forehead. his compression shirt is torn in some places, but it’s neatly outlining his pecs, which makes him look ten times more attractive.

“nu-uh, you don’t,” you refute and tug at toji’s wrist again. he playfully rolls his eyes after giving in to your innocent request. you clearly don’t mind the sweaty state he’s in. you just want to cuddle up and talk to him about all kinds of things. “you look as handsome as ever,” you smile at him once you straddle his lap. toji’s hands find your hips, his nails ghosting over your skin to send shivers down your spine.

“heh. that ain’t nothin’ new,” your lover leans his head back with a cocky smirk. he knows how much you love it when he’s all sweaty and tired. toji never fails to spot the way your eyes wander up and down his muscular figure whenever he’s wearing that signature outfit of his. a black compression shirt that defines his pecs and white-ish baggy pants. you love it.

your fingers trace circles over his chest. you don’t seem to care about the random crimson droplets on his skin. they’re not his, thus you let it go. asking questions about the job he’s finished will only ruin the mood you’ve set. plus, toji clearly needs some distraction from the fact that his limbs are aching. he’s outdone himself today as well.

“you tired?” you ask through a soft murmur. your boyfriend nods while yawning, teasingly pinching your cheek afterwards. “mhm,” toji hums while playing with the collar of your shirt, eyes wandering down to your tits. one of his most favorite spots on your body.

you’re clearly not wearing a bra and it’s making it difficult for him to stay focused. your nipples push against the material of your pyjamas so deliciously, just begging to be touched by his fingers. he quietly clears his throat and looks the other direction to play it off.

“oh?” you giggle and tap toji’s cheek twice to gain his attention, though with no success. he’s trying his best to come off as nonchalant as possible—to remain that stoic man he’s always been. his attempts are proven futile when you press your breasts against his chest.

“come on, babe. look at meeee,” you laugh and resort to tickling toji’s belly and armpits. he freezes for a second before scoffing at your actions, his hands immediately rush under your shirt to tickle you back. you end up squirming on his lap, trying to swat his arms in attempt to defend yourself.

your lover lets out a haughty chuckle as you become defenceless because of his well calculated revenge tickles. “mm? didn’t hear ya, y’ should speak up,” toji teases you, clearly seeing how you’re struggling to talk as he makes you squeal and laugh uncontrollably.

there are tears forming on your eyes. your breath comes in short gasps when you finally find a chance to jump off toji’s lap. “shut up, fushiguro!” you call out, going back to last name basis, which you know toji dislikes. you stumble back a little and stick your tongue out at your lover before fleeing the scene. or at least you try to.

“fushiguro, aye?” you hear toji’s voice right behind you, and when you turn around to face him, he’s already got you caged in his arms. you gasp and kick your legs, hitting him in the shin. the man groans at the contact and loosens his grip a little. you take the opportunity again, jumping onto his back, clinging onto him with your legs around his waist. you encircle your arm around his neck and catch him off guard with a surprise headlock.

“hehe, got you now,” you grin smugly. toji’s not giving his best, you know that, because you’d be on the floor if he did. he’s allowing you to have fun and he’s indulging you, which you more than so appreciate. “what? cat got your tongue, big boy?” you continue challenging him, proud of your little achievement.

you’re painfully oblivious to toji's struggles. how he's struggling with his inner desires, how his hands ball up into fists at his side. he can feel your body clinging onto him, your legs wrapped so tightly around his waist. it’s adorable that you find so much joy in having the upper hand over a grown man like him.

adorable, and such a huge turn on.

toji can’t believe that he’s getting a boner from just playing with you like this. maybe it’s your body that’s pressed against him so snugly, letting him feel every feminine curve or maybe it's the fact that he knows he can easily pin you to the ground and show you what a real man can do until you're begging for mercy.

your nipples are pressed against his back and it’s so hard to act like he can’t feel that. it’s hard to believe you’re not doing it on purpose, but you truly aren’t.

“careful,” toji comments in a husky voice. the corner of his lip twitches, his eyes hidden behind his black bangs, “y’ might start something you can’t finish.” you figure that it’s just bait to scare you off, so you don’t take it seriously. you tighten the headlock a little, biting toji’s ear and nibbling on it as revenge.

“you’re not scaring me with that,” you chuckle and pinch toji’s cheek with your free hand. the older man turns his head slightly, catching a glimpse of your mischievous grin. oh, how cute.

with a swift, fluid motion, toji reaches up with both hands and grasps your thighs firmly. in a heartbeat, your positions reverse and he pins you to the nearby wall. both of his meaty arms cage you in by pressing against the concrete on either side of your head.

“seems like i’m the one who got ya now, doll,” toji murmurs, his voice low and laced with a hint of lust. he gazes down at you, your faces mere inches apart. you can feel his breath fanning against your lips. he’s itching to claim your mouth so, so bad.

but before he can capture your sweet lips with his, you catch him off guard by pushing your full weight forward, causing toji to lose balance. he tumbles backwards onto the carpet below with you on top of him.

“nope, am not giving up so easily,” you giggle as you try to grab at his wrists. you’re oblivious to toji’s desires, too focused on overpowering the man who could snap you in half. it’s fun when he allows you to take control.

however, your lover is slowly losing his rationality. you’re seated on top of his abs and he can swear he can feel the heat of your cunt through your clothes. it’s the only thing he can focus on at that moment. the only thing he craves.

“fuck, c’mere,” toji growls and rolls you over so you’re pinned beneath him on the floor. he can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips when your laughter echoes throughout the living room. even through his lustful haze, he finds your joy thoroughly endearing.

you manage to find another opening and roll over again so you’re on top of him instead. the cycle continues for a few more seconds, your bodies lost in a tangled mess of limbs. you exchange gasps, grunts and giggles while you’re ‘fighting’ for dominance.

when you bite on toji’s shoulder as a way to catch him off guard once more, he hisses. not in an annoyed or pained way— no. he’s so turned on that you biting him sends a jolt of pleasure right down to his aching cock. so turned on that he may accidentally have developed a new kink in that same second.

either way, that little action was his last straw.

toji effortlessly lifts you up on the couch, your body bouncing a bit on the plush cushions as he turns you around on your stomach. one arm hooks around your neck, his bicep pressing against your throat. not enough to hinder your airway, but enough to send shivers down your spine.

“told ya to b’ careful,” toji grunts, his breath against your sensitive skin from behind, “y’ should start listening to me more.” his tongue flicks out and licks a stripe up your ear. his crotch is pressed right against your ass and only then do you notice his raging hard-on.

your eyes widen, cheek smushed against his muscular arm wrapped around your neck, keeping you in place beneath his big body. “oh, fuck, toji,” you let out a shuddering breath. you’re completely engulfed by his large frame—disappearing out of sight. just how he likes it.

“yeah? feel that?” toji grins as he squeezes his bicep around your delicate throat some more. you gasp and whine, turned on by him overpowering you, as much as you had been enjoying the opposite just seconds ago. he mocks your earlier words with a grunt, “think i have’ta remind my lil’ brat exactly what this ‘big boy’ can do to ya.”

and the older man wastes no time to do exactly that.

your shorts and panties are tossed carelessly on the carpet, your cheek smushed against the cushions that you’re desperately gripping. your face is contorted with pleasure, brows furrowed, eyes glazed over and your swollen lips parted to take shallow breaths.

you can feel the ache in your lower back. the arch of your spine is nearly unnatural as your ass is pushed so high up, bouncing back to meet the mean backshots your man is giving you.

“ah, ngh! t—toooji,” you mewl loudly, droplets of saliva trickling down from the corner of your mouth. you can’t deny that this entire situation has you soaked.

the switch toji went through, from being playful and letting you do what you want to reminding you who’s boss at the end of the day— it’s perfect and feels way too good. the cherry on top is the familiar scent of his body, the sweat mixed with his cologne.

it adds to the pleasure, makes you dizzy in a good way.

toji grips your waist, his manly hands trailing down to your hips every now and then for the extra leverage. his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he pounds into you mercislessly, fucking into you like you’re his personal cocksleeve. “ain’t gonna try that again, are ya?”

“dumb lil’ slut,” your harsh lover grumbles under his breath, hand smacking the fat of your ass. toji loves seeing it ripple underneath him, even more so when his hips smack against your rear with strength that leaves your flesh stinging, “bet ya love it when i remind you who owns this cunt.”

toji groans as he slides his thick cock in and out of your tight cunt. you’re gripping him like you never want to let go, like you want to milk him of every drop of the cum stored in his balls.

the sight that he’s blessed with from his point of view can make him bust a load right then and there. you’re presenting your ass to him shamelessly, looking back over your shoulder with lust-blown eyes.

and don’t get him started on the outline of his dick distending your tummy, the one he can feel whenever he reaches a hand around to press against your lower abdomen and circle your clit. too fucking lewd.

“fuck, yeahhhh. take that fat fuckin’ dick, baby,” toji throws his head back as he pushes your body even further into the couch. you swear he’s folding you in half, “let me show ya what a real man in charge can do— how a real man fucks his woman.”

toji’s cock is ruining you, reshaping your insides to fit his massive size and you don’t mind it one bit. in fact, you love it. love the feel of him, the stretch and burn of his thick cock splitting you open.

“yes, mmh, yes! fuck me!” you keen, sobbing from the pleasure. your hand reaches back to scratch at toji’s arm, trying to hold onto him, to find him even in the midst of it all. the view of your desperation and your pleas makes him lose it.

the dark-haired man scoffs, “oh, i’ll fuck ya, all right. . .”

with a low growl, toji plants one foot on the floor next to you, his other leg still bent at the knee on the sofa you’re laying at. the muscles in his arms ripple as he lifts your hips even higher up to be able to meet his thrusts.

“fuuuuuck! right there!” you wail, your head trashing back and forth on the damp sofa. from this new angle, he can drive his fat dick into you even deeper, engorged tip hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you see white.

toji revels in the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your sweet moans. you seem so much smaller than him in this new position, your body helplessly giving in, allowing him to put you in whatever position he wants. it boosts his ego and makes his cock pulse inside of you.

he loves seeing the tears in your eyes as it nearly gets too much for you to handle. it motivates him to fuck you harder until you’re full on bawling, which he can easily get off on. making you cry in pure bliss is all he wants to achieve.

your pussy is tight as it clenches around his cock like a vice. toji’s hand slithers around to circle your clit, making your legs spasm and hips thrust back sloppily. “shitttt, y’r sweet lil’ cunt was made just for this—” he pants as his thumb presses against the nub, “to take my cock.”

all you can do is dumbly nod at whatever your partner says. “mmhm, ah yeah, made for you,” your small whines are music to his ears. the palms of your hands feel clammy as you hold onto anything you can grasp.

everything around you is a blur as the only thing you can focus on is the way his heavy cock fills you so well.

toji can feel your juices trickling down his heavy sack, soaking his thighs and yours, as well as the couch. it will leave stains, but he doesn’t care and neither do you.

“look at ya,” he huffs and slaps your clit once, callused fingers dragging along your puffy lips that are parted obscenely wide for his cock. toji brings his wet finger to his mouth to lick it clean. he hums satisfactorily at the taste, “pussy’s droolin’ aaaall over my dick. nasty girl.”

your pussy starts fluttering around his thick length as it impales you over and over. it’s a telltale sign of your orgasm, one toji has come to recognise quite easily.

“yeah? gonna make an even bigger mess on my cock?” he grins before pressing his chest against your sweaty back, blanketing your small body. the extra weight added to the ecstasy only makes you scream louder for him.

“yes, yes, yes! gonna cum!” you cry out, toes curling and eyes rolling back as you try to prolong your pleasure. even if it’s only for a second.

toji curses under his breath as his hips move faster to drive you over the edge. he can’t wait to feel your cunt get even tighter, to make it feel like you’re about to snap his dick off. he loves the pain mixed with the pleasure of your tightness.

“do it. cream all over me, c’mon, little girl. y’ can do it,” toji coaxes, delivering small smacks to your clit, causing your hips to jolt back with each slap. you can’t do it anymore— can’t hold on any longer.

you scream as you cum, your pussy spasming wildly around toji’s pulsing cock. that sensation alone has the older man gasping for air, nails digging into the flesh of your ass. no matter how many times he fucks you, the moment you cum, he automatically follows.

the way you squeeze his dick and hold onto it like you don’t want to let go is simply too much.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. g’nna make me bust a fat fuckin’ nut inside of you,” toji groans, his rhythm growing sloppy yet his thrusts are still deliciously hard, “gonna pump this pussy full of my load. breed ‘er nice and deep. shitt— take it!”

a strangled moan leaves his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass while his cock jolts inside of you. he pumps jet after jet of hot cum directly into your womb, tip rubbing against the deepest spot he can reach.

“eaaaasy, yeah, just like that. let it soak into ya,” toji hisses as his hips jerk erratically, “good girl. takin’ all of it so well.” it seems to go on forever as spurts of semen flood your insides for a good few seconds.

once your lover fully empties his balls inside of you, he feels himself grow weak. his thighs and arms tremble a bit from overexertion.

you collapse together in a sweaty heap, toji’s softening dick still buried deep inside of you. the only thing filling the room now is your heavy breathing as you slowly regain your composure. it’s quite a comfortable silence.

after a while, toji shifts. he pulls out with a wet squelch and watches with half-lidded eyes as thick, pearly globs of cum trickle down your slit. he grins lazily at the sight before turning you around.

you’re completely fucked out, it seems. your chest is heaving and your eyes are barely open. the trails of tears and drool on your face tells the man enough. toji wipes a stray strand of hair from your face with a haughty chuckle, “damn, keheh, fucked y’ real good. you okay though?”

you weakly nod in response before wrapping your arms around him. your hands rest on his broad back, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

toji hums and hugs you back, being careful not to squish you under his weight. he presses chaste kisses to your temple as he enjoys your frame molding perfectly against the hard muscles of his body.

“y’ did so well for me, little girl,” he comments gruffly, voice deep and a bit hoarse. you smile at the praise and murmur a small ‘thanks’. nothing is better than being able to feel safe with your lover after an intense session like that.

you pull back a bit and look up at toji with a little, playful grin. “guess i need to challenge you more often. felt too good, babe.”

toji lets out a small scoff and shakes his head. a ghost of a smirk appears on his lips as he slightly pinches your side. he holds you against his chest and buries his nose into your hair, sighing as he finally relaxes his weary body.

“y’ can try. might break ya for real next time, though.”

[criminalgays]

TW: this post talks extensively about my cat who has end stage kidney disease and my reaction to finding out. please be cautious and remember that your mental health is more important than a stranger’s cat. i left the pictures up top because he is still a cutie pie that everyone should see at least once

introducing my cat chewbacca, who decided last thursday night he wanted to stop eating. we brought him to the vet friday for bloodwork and found that his kidneys were, for lack of a better term, fucked. my boss (aka our primary care vet) sent him down to the emergency vet in our area for the weekend and we found out he’s got stage 4 kidney failure. he had no symptoms that anything was wrong prior to not eating last week.

the emergency vets gave him 8-9 months to live if his quality of life stays consistently good. they think he’s had ckd (chronic kidney disease) for most of his life and it has progressed slow enough that his body has learned to live with it until now.

he’s home from the emergency clinic now, and he’s coming with me to work tomorrow to recheck bloodwork and so his primary can do another exam and we can talk about specific renal diets and what we can do to support him until it’s time for us to let him go.

it’s a really weird feeling, as a VA, knowing that your cat is in kidney failure and knowing that there’s nothing you can do or could’ve done about it. we had NO reason to believe he was sick and it’s honestly a miracle that my mom even noticed he hadn’t eaten thursday night or Friday morning because we have 3 other cats.

i want to believe that we’re going to put him on a renal diet and kidney supplements and he’s going to be perfectly fine and live until he’s 15, but i know that it’s not going to work like that. for now we just have to keep him as happy and healthy as we possibly can and roll with the punches.