#i literally want a home. with a couch and a sliding glass door to the backyard and kinda near the beach if i could manage it

[lord-shitbox]

still alive. hanging out with my pal helped it was chill and awesome how easy it was just to sit arnd in each others company doin our own things. on shift w the fun coworker so hopefully i can let his voice wash over me like waves this evening i just gotta make it through from now until i clock in & then from when i close up to when i get home n eat dinner. closing up will put me thru insane illness i fear but we ball nothin i aint dealt with before

[evie-sturns]

begging - Chris Sturniolo

summary: when chris gets home after filming, he is the most desperate youve ever seen him, he is literally a horny, clingy, wreck. after a lot of begging you finally give him exactly what he needs.

contains: sub!chris, smut, needy!chris, teasing, overstimulation, fluff.

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6:14pm

i lay down on the couch in my pink pyjama set, curled up as i scroll through my phone. suddenly my head perks up as i hear the door unlock.

chris walks through the door, throwing his bag down and slipping off his shoes.

"hi chris!" i call out from the living room,

chris lets out a small whine in response, instantly dragging his feet over to the couch. i smile up at him as i open my arms, chris instantly flops down.

he lands ontop of me with a small grunt, instantly cuddling into me. he rests his head on my neck.

"you tired?" i whisper softly,

chris shakes his head, "no..." my eyebrows furrow as i run my nails up and down his back.

"do you feel sick?" i ask, his head shakes again.

"whats up with you then?' i mumble,

chris shakes his head, refusing to anwser.

i stay silent for a few moments, waiting for him to respond.

"can you touch me..?" chris whispers, pulling his head away from the crook of my neck to look into my eyes.

"so thats what this is about yeah?" i giggle,

his cheeks flush but he doesn't stop, "please- 'm so horny." his tone is somewhat desperate, a small whine in his voice.

"im tired chris, not today." i whisper, still rubbing his back.

"but- please, i've- i've been needy all day for you 'n i wasnt home at all today- please." he rambles, staring into my eyes with half lidded eyes.

"chris baby, i told you that im tired, maybe tomorrow yeah?" i mutter,

chris lets out a high pitched whine, clutching onto my shirt with balled up fists.

"i can't wait- please i just need you so bad ma, please, seriously." he babbles on, his grip on my pyjama shirt getting tighter.

i let out a small laugh, but he instantly cuts me off.

"stop! 's not funny!" he groans, burying his head in my chest.

i keep up my smirk,

"baby, just go upstairs and sort yourself out okay?" i speak softly, gently rolling him off of me.

"i cant- i wont be able to cum without you." he says, slightly panting now.

i stay silent, just staring at him.

i can't even deny the fact im getting more and more turned on by the second, looking at his completley flushed face, and the red tint spread across his cheeks from how embarrassed he is, looking just so pathetic begging for me like this.

i continue to just look at him, split between wanting to go to bed now and just giving him what he really, really wants.

chris burys his head back into my stomach.

"look at me." i whisper, he shakes his head.

i pull his head away from me, and grab his chin, tilting it up so he has to look at me.

he has teary, glassed over eyes.

a smirk tugs at my lips, almost in shock.

"are you about to cry?" i grin,

"no! im just! im so frustrated!" he grumbles.

"hey, fine, cmon." i whisper, standing up off the couch and grabbing his hand.

he stands up on shaky legs as i drag him to the bedroom, his eyes lighten immediately as he sees what is going on.

he suddenly has more of a spring in his step, and the tears in his eyes have gone.

i pull him into the bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed.

he looks up at me, staying silent and still.

“don’t get all shy on me now chris.” i speak, referencing his frozen figure and wide eyes.

“sorry.” he whispers, clutching the bedsheets.

“go on, take everything off f’me.” i tell him, folding my arms over his chest.

he nods frantically, instantly reaching down and fumbling with his belt buckle, throwing it across the room to the floor.

he unbuttons his jeans with shaky hands, sliding them down his legs before reaching for his shirt, which he throws off aswell.

he sits on the bed in his boxers, a sheepish expression on his face.

i can tell his cock is tucked into his waistband of his boxers, proving he’d been hard for a while.

“how long have you been hard.” i scoff, staring down at him,

he wipes a few strands of hair out of his eyes before speaking, “too long.” he mutters.

“let me take care of you, yeah? boxers off.” i tell him,

he tugs down his boxers and his erection springs out, his tip tapping his stomach, smearing his precum against the pale skin.

his tip is raw and red, it almost looks borderline painful.

i crawl onto the bed between his legs, resting my head on his thigh.

his dick sits straight up right by my face,

chris stares down at me, his eyelids heavy and lips a dark pink.

his loose hairs stick to his forehead as he lets out shallow breaths.

“please.” he mutters under his breath, his hips bucking up and his dick brushing my cheek.

i shake my head, placing a firm hand on his lower belly to hold him down to the bed.

“no, no squirming.” i mumble,

“i need it so bad- please- i’m so sore.” his voice cracks,

i grin slightly at his plea,

“please!” he raises his voice, his tone high pitched,

“please what..?” i decide to tease him a little bit more.

“please- please touch me, please- i’ll do anything baby.” he pants,

“finee.” i whisper, dragging my nails up and down his thighs,

i finally wrap my fingers around his stiff cock, i can feel his throbbing in my hand.

“i want your mouth- i need your lips.” he breathes,

“good boy, telling me what you want.” i grin,

i pump him a few times, my fist clenched tight around his length.

i drag my thumb up the long vein which travels up his dick, eliciting a loud moan from him.

my lips part as i stick my tongue out, gently licking up the underside of his cock, from his base to his pink raw tip.

he lets out a cross between a sigh and a whimper, the pleasure getting to him.

i finally wrap my lips around his tip, his eyes roll back into his head as he arches his back off the bed.

“oohh my godd..” he breathes, a smile on his face as his jaw falls slack.

i swirl my tongue around his tip, gathering the salty precum in my mouth.

his hands travel up to my hair, his long fingers intertwining into the strands.

i gently take more of him down my throat, gagging as he hits the back of my throat

“fucking- so- good” he gasps out,

i pick up my pace, bobbing my head up and down on his cock,

chris squirms on the bed, his hands tightening in my hair as he lets out strings of curses.

“i’m gonna cum- i’m gonna cum- please i’m so close-“ he babbles,

after a few seconds i pull off of him, edging him completely.

he looks down at me with wide eyes, almost looking like he could burst into tears right there.

“that’s not fair- that’s not fair!” he pants,

he reaches down and grabbing his cock in his own hands.

i instantly pull his hands away, shaking my head.

“but- ‘s not fair!” he says with a loud whine.

i sit up, rubbing his cheek, “i know it’s not fair, but i wanna ride you yeah?”

his eyes light up somewhat, but he still looks pissed.

i peel off my tank top, following with my tiny pyjama shorts.

i sit naked infront of him, he throws his head back.

“it hurts- i’m so hard it hurts.” he whispers,

my nipples harden at his words, the dampness between my thighs getting more prominent.

i shift up and i straddle his waist,

his hands reach up and grab my waist, his fingers digging into the skin.

i sit fully bare on his waist, my arousal dripping onto his skin.

he lets out a trembling breath, staring up at me piercingly.

i sit up on my knees before shifting back,

i reach down and grab his length, positioning his tip right at my entrance.

his head throws back, his fingers digging painfully hard onto my skin,

after a few seconds, i finally sink down onto his tip,

chris lets out a pathetic whimper as his hands fly down to the matress, his hands balling up the sheets.

i sink further, and further down before bottoming out.

my stomach fills with a familiar warmth, i let out a shaky moan as my stomach feels heavy and warm.

“thank you- thank you- thank you so much oh my god-“ he whines, his legs shaking subtly.

i start to bounce on his length, the stretch burning, in such a good way.

chris seems to be enjoying it as much as i am, his eyes trained on my tits as he fights to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head.

“i lo- love you so much- god you feel incredible.” he rambles out, his voice croaky and cracking.

he hands fly up to my breasts, squeezing them as he moans loudly.

“i’m so close already- i need to cum-“ he whispers, his hands sinking into my tits.

i bite back a smile at how hard he’s gripping me, it’s almost painful but i decide to not comment on it, instead just grabbing his hands and moving them to my waist.

i clench around him, the warmth spreading through my abdomen as i feel myself get closer.

“please let me cum- i need to- please—“ he breathes,

he arches his back off the bed, his head tipping back

his brown locks fall over his face, also spreading against the matress.

he sinks his teeth stupidly hard into his bottom lip, so hard to the point i can see blood drawing.

i feel my chest tighten as pleasure overwhelms me, my cheeks burning and my legs aching from the effort.

a loud moan rips out of me as i clench around him again, tighter this time.

i feel my orgasm crash down on me, riding it out to the best of my ability before flopping down on his chest.

i feel chris follow right after me, spurts of white filling my insides.

the room goes partially silent, only filled with our panting from both of us.

i slowly pull off of him, my whole body feels like it’s on fire.

chris’s cum leaks out of me onto the bedsheets, but i can’t be asked to care about that right now.

“i love you.” he breaks the silence, wrapping his arms around my back and rolling us over so he’s ontop of me.

i mumble a vague, ‘love you too’ as i hold him ontop of me.

after several minutes of laying like this he finally breaks the silence.

“i don’t think you understand how good that felt..” he whispers,

i grin tiredly, with a small hum.

“why did you have to make me wait so long- i think that’s the worst pain i’ve been in all year.” he whispers,

“i liked watching you beg!” i giggle,

“shut up- shush.” he laughs, his face going red.

“you were all, ‘pleasee i’m so soree let me cummm’.” i tease him,

he clasps a hand over my mouth, “i hate you.” he grins.

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[moonlight-prose]

dust to dust

a/n: i chose to combine two prompts from the logan promptober hosted by the lovely @silverskyeline. only because old and belt buckle just blended so well for me and the idea i had in my head. i know i've basically written a different version of this in my fic slow, but i've made this one a whole lot filthier. solely cause this is literally my dream scenario with this man.

logan promptober: day fifteen + day seventeen - belt buckle + old

summary: when the days are long and he's grown weary of everything, he knows he can find his peace in your body. that is until he brings a whole new understanding to the belt buckle that sits proudly on his waist.

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: old man!logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!, fluff, exhausted logan, dirty talk, dry humping, he's so filthy in this one, overstimulation, domesticity.

The temperature of his body was the first thing you sought out. His scuffed boots that had seen better days were discarded by the door—his flannel on a hook beside the heavy leather jacket. You heard him by the shuffle of his feet, the tinkling echo of keys hitting the glass bowl in the kitchen. A creak of the couch filtering through the bedroom door—his raspy groan followed right behind it.

There wasn't much that could pull you out of a book when you were settled in a comfy spot, but the sound of Logan coming home still grasped all of your attention. He called to you silently, his presence strong enough to fill the house with a staggering amount of warmth. As if this place, these walls, wouldn't be the same without him.

"Baby?"

He grunted, rubbing his thumb between his scarred knuckles. "'M here."

"Long day?"

The audible huff gave you enough of an answer to make your way over to him. The dark lines beneath his eyes did little to prevent your stomach from twisting in empathy. He worked too hard. Broke himself right down to the bone and yet refused to let you help when it really mattered. You were his pretty girl, the soft swell of love he came home to every night.

To mar your skin with exhaustion was something he refused to accept.

You simply longed to help him. Bear the brunt of his anguish with him, your hand tightly gripped in his. The walls he built were too high—a mountain that only seemed to grow with each new precipice of emotion he came across—but you were resistant. You would climb until your hands were bloody and raw; you'd dig your heels in and refuse to let go.

His face dug into your stomach, hands curling low around your waist.

Silence became the embodiment of your conversations when he fell into his own mind. You tangled your fingers in his hair, thumbs curving along the base of his neck. The drop in his shoulders as tension released made you smile—the flutter of your heart dropping to your stomach within seconds.

He didn't even have to look at you, yet he had you in the palm of his hand—wrapped tightly around his pinky finger where you belonged.

"What can I do?" you hummed, tugging at a particular chunk of hair that always followed with a raspy groan.

The calloused brush of his palm dragged down your hips, grasping the flesh of your ass to drag you even closer. His face now pressed an inch above your crotch - the sweatpants you wore doing nothing to hide the fact that you were completely bare beneath them. The slight hitch in his back told you he knew. By your scent alone; the slick forming between your legs was sweet in the air, begging for his tongue to bury into you.

"Lemme see her," he grunted, inhaling sharply against your hip. "She's callin' to me princess."

A rush of air escaped your lungs. "But don't you want–"

"To see what I waited all day for." His head rose, eyes peeking at you through drooped lids—a lazy smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

"You should rest."

"You callin' me old?"

Your hands froze on the back of his neck. "No. You just–"

Fingers curled into the waistband of your sweats, dipping down beneath the fabric to slide along your hip. What little breath you had left caught in your throat—the flutter in your stomach dropping to press right up against your clit. He caught onto the minimal reaction instantly. His hand moving to cup your drooling pussy.

"Nothing underneath," he muttered, wetting his bottom lip. "This all for your old man?"

"Logan," you sighed.

"You like that huh?" Pushing further, his chest stuttered at the hot pool of wetness that greeted him—your body practically purring with such a simple touch. "Knownin' you're fuckin' an old man. Makes you wet doesn't it?"

"Oh fuck–"

"There you go." A huff of laughter escaped his mouth at the way your eyes slid shut. "Dust to dust. One foot in the grave and you still want me to ruin ya."

Unable to even comprehend what he was muttering, you nodded aimlessly.

A harsh tug dropped your sweatpants to the ground, your legs clambering out of them in clumsy quick steps. You felt uncoordinated—untethered. And Logan drank it down like the greatest whiskey known to man. He pulled you close, helping you straddle his lap, to grab a glance down at your sticky folds glistening in the low light of the lamp to his right.

You spread your legs wide unconsciously, the need to please him choking your insides until you held no other option but to relent. Yet you did so willingly and without hesitation. The smile on his face became your sole reason for why you breathed—why you lived.

All for him.

"I bet you missed me." You nodded frantically, canting your hips up into his touch. Only to realize...he wasn't talking to you. He wasn't even looking at you.

His attention lay solely in your fluttering hole creaming for the heavy cock that grew hard between his legs. Starvation bled into his features—darkening his eyes as they dragged down the length of your body. He wanted to eat you, dine on the flesh of his lover with a smile, anticipating more than just your shouts of pleasure.

Oftentimes it scared him how much he longed for the touch of your skin, the warmth that seeped from your softness. He craved you, desired to know each intimate part that lay between the crevices of your bones. The gaps in your ribs encased around the heart that beat solely for him.

"Touch me," you sucked in a breath, chest heaving beneath your tank top.

He barely spared you a glance, his thumb stroking the edge of your cunt. "That's not what she wants."

"W-What–"

The lift was nearly effortless, barely forcing a soft grunt past his lips as he pulled you directly over his cock. The very bulge you were eyeing the second you saw him. He didn't bother to unbutton his jeans or give into the throbbing ache that grew unfathomably quick. You clambered to hold onto his shoulders—mouth searching for his in the hopes of gaining something in return.

"I want to kiss you." A whine spilled free, hips shifting in his tight hold.

"Hang on princess."

"What are you–" The slow drag of your hips along his cleared the words from your mind—a stuttered cry replacing any other sound that might have come to the surface.

Cold and hard was all you could comprehend as he pushed your body back to repeat the same move. His lips plastered with a knowing smile as your eyes rolled back—a low throaty moan ripping from your throat. The belt buckle sat directly beneath you. Covering the button of his jeans. You'd maneuvered your way around it before, barely giving any detail to what it looked like.

Now you felt every minute carving drag along your pulsing clit, stimulating you in a way that shoved you towards a blinding release. Logan's hands became pliant on your hips, giving you the freedom to move as you wished. You thanked him with a kiss.

"Feels good doesn't it?" His tongue slid into your mouth, swallowing down the choked sound that rushed to the surface. "Gettin' off on your old man's belt buckle."

"F-Fuck. It feels—oh god–"

"That's it. Keep goin' honey." Cupping your chin, he pressed his forehead to yours, the hot brush of his breath hitting your lips with each word. "Soak it for me, yeah? And I'll wear it to work tomorrow."

A soft pleading cry was all he got in return, your hips jerking frantically over his lap—a wave of slick coating the tarnished metal. And he laughed. Chuckled softly into a spit soaked kiss that left your mind reeling, lips chasing his for just a bit more.

"I'll drive around with it." His words burned your skin, seeping right down to the erratically beating heart that struggled to keep up. "I'll lick it fuckin' clean while I get off to the thought of ya princess. Me sitting alone in that fuckin' limo. Stroking my cock to your pretty face."

The image flashed neon in your mind and that was all you needed to fling yourself off that cliff. With trembling thighs you pressed your clit down hard onto the metal surface, coming undone with a broken shout muffled against his cheek. He talked you through it, mumbling small praises of good girl, did such a good job for me, makin' me feel good. into your skin punctuated by the brush of his lips.

"Feel good?"

"Mhm," you mumbled, sagging into his chest with a sated grin. He grinded his hip up into you, pain sparking up your body and forcing you away from him. "Sensitive."

His hand brushed down your back, slipping beneath your top to knead at your waist—a soothing rhythm pressed into your skin. A sigh escaped his lips as he settled deeper into the couch, clutching you closer than before. You knew where this would lead. How you'd wake up with him atop you on the couch, restricting you from movement.

That alone kept you from moving.

"Good day now baby?" Your words were whispered against his neck, your lips trailing down to his chest.

A small grin pulled at his lips - his thumb working a circle into your lower back. "Yeah honey. It's a good day now."

[ladylooch]

Weekends with Nico - [Nico Hischier]

Summary: Nico’s in town for the weekend and spends all of it with the love of his life.

Word Count: 5.5k

Main Trope: Established relationship; PURE fluffy fluff with our favorite fluff.

Friday

The minute my hand turns the door handle of mine and Nico’s apartment, I gasp in surprise as a glass of wine is extended from behind the door.

“Wow, look at this service. Five stars, Hischier!” I exclaim, grabbing the chilled white wine from his grasp. I joking gulp down three sips that has Nico wheezing out a laugh.

“Get it, baby!” He encourages me needlessly. I snort into the wine glass and almost choke on my next sip. Nico takes my work bag from me as I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. “Was that fast enough for you? Your 'need wine ASAP' text was in all caps so I figured it was serious.”

“Perfect timing as usual.” I compliment him, then snuggle myself into his chest in a side hug. He drops a soft kiss on my lips that has my shitty day evaporating from my mind.

“I’m sorry you had a rough day.” He tells me sincerely.

“Thank you. It’s all better now.”

“The vino?”

“No, being home with you.” I insist. Nico beams back to me.

“You still okay to go out?”

“Hell yeah. Let me change, drink this up and I am ready to go.” 

“Okay.” He agrees, taking a sip of his own red wine. He pats my ass as we separate and heads back to the couch where he is catching up on a new show him and Timo started on the road together.

When I come out later in my date night outfit, Nico slides off the leather couch onto his knees. His thick eyebrows curl together dramatically as he groans.

“Good god, babe.” He shakes his head in deep appreciation. “I don’t know what I did right to get you all to myself, but I’d do it again in every lifetime.” I glide my hands over my tight jeans and busty top. I know I look good, but it tickles me to see him literally fall to his knees to worship me. Every woman deserves a Nico Hischier. But not this one. He’s mine.

“Hischier, you’re getting laid tonight. No need to lay it on this thick.” I roll my eyes at him, but the smug smirk on my face let’s him know how much I love him stroking my ego.

“Sweet, so you’re paying for dinner tonight?”

“You would never be so tacky.” Nico’s face crinkles up into a disgusted curl. 

“No. Not my style.” He says as he picks himself up off the floor.

He walks over to me, immediately stretching a big paw around my waist to dip into the back pocket of my black jeans. He pulls me flush with him then swipes his lips across mine. It’s teasing, not quite a kiss until I put my hand on the back of his neck. Then the playfulness stops and we consume the breath from each other’s lungs. His thumb extends off my jaw line to stroke my cheek as our tongues connect. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling it before finally breaking away. 

“We better go now or we won’t.” I whisper, feeling dizzy from his kisses and the way he looks at me.

“We’re finishing this later.” He insists.

We absolutely are.

But before then, we head to our favorite tapas place, indulging in tostadas, shrimp skewers, chicken wings and a chicharron situation that I’ll be dreaming about until the next time we can get back there. I have a few more glasses of wine, but Nico stops because tomorrow is a game day and he hates the fuzziness of a hangover when he has to compete at such a high level. He asks if I want ice cream, but I decline, feeling too full for such a decadent dessert. 

We walk through the streets of Hoboken back to our apartment, hand in hand. Our shoulders bump as we weave through the masses of people until we get to a quieter stretch of our neighborhood. We walk by a corner bar that has the door open, letting the live music bleed out onto the street. I peak inside as we stride by then immediately stop in place. Nico’s hands stretches out as long as possible before he feels the tug of my dead weight behind him.

“What?” He asks me.

“We have to go in.”

“Why?”

“Karaoke.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“No, but it could be really good! Come on! People are just starting to get drunk. Oh! Oh! Let’s invite Timo and sign him up.” I clasp my hand over my mouth and start laughing. “He could sing Barbie Girl! He loves ABBA!”

“Yes. We must.” Nico concludes, already texting Timo. Once Timo agrees to come meet us for a drink, I go to the side stage to sign him up on the sheet. There are plenty of people before him so by the time he arrives and settles in with a drink, they’re calling him as on deck.

Timo balks at Nico in Swiss German who says something back to him that has Timo actually getting up to do the song.

“I’m not going up there alone.” He looks pointedly at me.

“Nico.” I wave to my boyfriend.

“Someone has to save the table.” Nico stretches his hands out on the table top. “And you are way drunker than me.”

“Just tell her what you told me: captain's orders.” 

“That’ll bring out a version of her you aren’t ready for, T.” Nico smirks knowingly at me while addressing his teammate. My eyes darken and my lips curl into a coy smile.

But that’s how Timo and I end up singing a terrible rendition of Barbie Girl. Serious, Swiss captain Nico Hischier is laughing so hard he is crying at Timo’s attempt to lower his voice to match the baritone of the male singer. We leave immediately after because it was so terrible I don’t know how Timo is going to show his face at Prudential Center tomorrow.

“I’m never coming out with you guys again.” Timo laughs with Nico and I as we spill out onto the sidewalk. 

“Oh come on! It wasn’t that bad!”

“We are running away in shame. What do you mean it wasn’t that bad!?” Timo chokes on a laugh, gesturing back to the open doorway. “I swear to god if I get tagged in a video on TikTok…” Nico and I collapse into giggles, barely able to keep walking as Timo hunches his shoulders and runs off in front of us. “I’m leaving you bad influences behind!” He yells then continues on towards home.

“He’s actually ditching us.” I stutter at his retreating back.

“He has a date.” Nico fills in.

“Oh! Am I getting a bestie!?”

“Maybe… I think it’s going pretty good.” 

“I think things with us are going pretty good too, friend.” I bump into his shoulder.

“That’s so sweet after two years together that you’re finally ready to call me a friend.” 

“Hey, you’re my best friend.”

Nico tosses an arm around my shoulders, bringing my head to his mouth for a smooch. 

“Let’s get you into our bed, best friend.”

But we don’t make it there.

Instead, we get greedy and hungry as we strip down in our walk-in closet. Before we can move our bodies anywhere else, we are sliding to the floor amongst our discarded clothes. Nico strokes his nose through my slick folds and has me for dessert. I stretch and arch into his face, rolling my hips into his mouth as my hand finds purchase in his long hair. My teeth pierce into my bottom lip then fall away as I come, surrendering to wave after wave of pleasure. 

Nico takes his time pulling away from me, kissing my soaked skin, leaving wet kisses up my stomach as he settles the head of his cock against my entrance. He holds my face in place as he slides in, keeping my eyes on him for the duration of his hard thrusts into me. It’s intimate, intense, and passionate as we say nothing, but match each others excited, building breaths.

“I love you.” He tells me when he sees the build crescendo on my face. I whimper my love back to him. “Go ahead, sweet girl. Come for me.” He quietly requests, biting at my bottom lip. I squeak then release, fluttering around him in heavenly pulses until he spills deep into me. 

Afterwards, Nico collects me into his arms, then deposits me into the bed before returning with the aftercare essentials of water, my sleep gummies and a washcloth. 

“I had the best night with you.” I tell him as he cleans my folds gently. His smile softens his brown eyes even more. “I love you. Can’t believe how lucky we are to have Friday nights this good.” 

“Every day with you is the best day, baby.” He replies when he finishes his diligent clean up. He covers me with the comforter then disappears into the bathroom before coming to join me in a fresh pair of underwear. He tosses a t-shirt of his my way to put on as pajamas.

His strong arms collect me into the exact place he wants me. He pins one of my legs between his big thighs, then wraps one arm around my back. His fingers draw the lazy, barely touching circles he knows make me fall asleep quickly. 

“I don’t wanna fall asleep.” I sigh out even though I’m in the midst of losing the battle. “Don’t wanna be apart.” 

“We’re never apart, baby. I’ll visit in your dreams tonight. Promise.” He says with a kiss to my nose. 

With that reassurance, and his comforting strokes, I let myself succumb to the siren whisper of sleep.

Saturday

Plump lips make a home out of mine causing me to stir from my slumber. I kiss back in half-hearted attempts until a tongue is trying to worm it’s way into my mouth. Then I breathe in deep, tossing my arms around big shoulders. Two large hands slide down my back to my thighs, pulling me into a strong, warm chest.

“Whass this?” I mumble. 

“I miss you. I want you to wake up so I can tell you how much I love you and why.” 

“Can’t we do this later?”

“I have to go to practice soon.”

“That’s not my fault. You picked this life.”

“So did you.” He chuckles as he reminds me. “All I want to do today is have coffee with you. Barely even care about the game.”

“I’m telling Timo.” Nico gasps softly.

“No, don’t.” He whines.

“Jonas too.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Maybe even Jack.”

“Take it back.” Nico demands, halting his steps to the kitchen.

“Put me back in bed.” I challenge him, squinting my eyes. His face falls making me instantly regret giving him such a hard time.

“Baby, I really want to spend time with you this morning.”

“Okay. I’ll be your lil koala.” I hold out the vowels making his dimples re-appear. “But I do need coffee.”

“I’ve got that covered. Plus a muffin.”

On the coffee table is a latte from my favorite coffee shop and an equally delicious, double chocolate muffin. He sets me down on the couch, then hands me both before folding my legs into his lap. He rubs at my feet as we sit in comfortable silence. 

“Who do you play tonight?”

“Preds.”

“Josi!”

“Ya.” Nico nods. “Probably won’t have time to meet up with him before, so I’ll have to check in with him after the game."

“That will be fun! I can’t believe it’s already been this long since World Championships.”

“Mhm. What are you up to today?” 

“I have to do laundry. Bleh. I don’t have anything to wear to the game tonight. The girls and I are getting drinks before, so if you don’t see me at warm ups, I’m not dead. Just buzzin’.” Nico chuckles. 

“Get some dinner in you too.”

“I will, mom.” I promise. You accidentally miss a game one time and he never lets you live it down…

Nico shoves the last bite of his muffin into his mouth then mumbles, “I gotta go” through puffed out cheeks. He kisses me after he swallows then heads out the door for morning skate. 

The rest of the day is our typical game day routine. Nico comes home after eating his pre-game meal at the rink. He heads right to our bedroom to close the curtains and get his nap going. I stay in the living room until I have to shower, then I tiptoe around as best I can getting ready until he pops his head into the bathroom. 

“Can I shower?”

“Yes, please. I could use a show while I get ready.” I tease him. 

He puts on a performance for me through the glass enclosure of the shower, including putting his perfect, sudsed up butt cheeks into the glass. I cat call him from outside the shower, leaning against the counter as he rinses off. His smile is so wide, dimples prominent, he looks innocent and deliciously sexy at the same time. 

He towels off quickly as I head into our closet to change. I help him pick out his game day outfit trying to argue with him to not wear his latest white beanie. 

“What about dress shoes?” I suggest when he stuffs his feet into his designer sneakers.

“No. These are more comfortable.” 

I sigh in defeat.

“Next game day. I promise.” He assures me, kissing my cheek as he moves past to gather the necessities like wallets, keys, and chapstick. “Do you need money for tonight?” He asks me, thumbing through the cash in his wallet. He doesn’t wait for me to answer, just tosses it all on the dresser for me if I need it. Then he straps his watch to his wrist as a knock sounds on the front door, meaning Timo is here.

“Game time. Love you, babe. I’ll see you after.” He gathers me into his arms. I hug him tightly to me, getting lost in his upper body and piney scent.

“I love you. Be safe. Good luck. Show me something out there tonight, hey?”

“I always do, no?”

“Eh.” I shrug noncommittally. Nico narrows his eyes at my deliberate sass. I fold my lips inward and rush backwards as he swats at my ass.

“Have fun with the girls.” He says through a smirk. “Don’t eat any men tonight with that outfit.”

I laugh at his retreating back.

“No promises!”

He knows I’m teasing. After all, it’s his last name and number that hang on dainty gold chains around my neck at the bar later that night.

The girls and I chat and catch up. It’s been a couple weeks since we all got together and the conversation flows as well as the drinks do. We miss warm ups, but do make it in time for puck drop. Nico is in the starting line up and he does a little stick tap in my direction when he sees me in our family corner. I clap in response, making all my bracelets clang together on my wrists

“Let’s go, baby!” 

It’s a night unlike any other that we have shared together at Prudential Center. Nico scores his first NHL hat trick. When the hats start soaring through the air, I wish I could run to him. When the crowd chants his name during his post-game, on ice interview, I wish I could be in his arms, feeling the laughter in his chest and the way his heart nervously flutters at all the recognition.

But right now, I still have to share him. So instead, I cheer and chant his name too. 

Then I do it again for him privately.

A captain’s showing in our bed only.

Sunday

Our Sunday, off-day tradition is all about seeing how long we can stay in bed without having to get up. Loser has to get the other coffee when they get up. It’s not surprising that it is me this morning. I have to pee, but unlike Nico who was up buzzin’ off his game high until 2:30am, I collapsed into a worn out heap by midnight.

I tiptoe out of the room, moving quietly through the kitchen to get two cups of coffee ready. I’ll bring Nico his, knowing it will get cold. But he likes cold, old coffee- something I hate and love about him at the same time. I need it scorching hot and sweet. We can always tell who’s cup is who’s based on the color of the liquid, but sometimes to tease me, he takes a sip of mine then spits it out dramatically in the sink. “Next time just make yourself hot chocolate you pretender.” He usually says, then nips at my lips like they’re his for the taking. 

My body pulses to be back with him, so I balance our coffees in my hands then head back to our bed. Nico has stretched himself over onto my side of the mattress. His pillow is crumbled in his crossed arms, head on top, as he keeps himself as close as possible to my pillow. Even in his sleep, he waits for me, keeping space for my body to slide in next to his. I reach over to set our cups down, then fold myself into the opening of the bed.

I grab my book, sliding my bookmark out of it’s place. My glasses are slipped onto the bridge of my nose and then with my cup securely in my hand, I find myself getting lost in a new fantasy romance book. Nico stays close to me the entire time. Eventually, his head ends up on my stomach. Then his whole body rolls between my legs. My thighs practically wrap around his neck as he wiggles himself in deeper to my skin.

After I finish my coffee, my fingers find their usually home in Nico’s long hair. I scratch along his scalp, helping him drift off back to sleep until soft puffs of air tease my skin. I shove the comforter off my legs as much as possible because Nico is keeping me warm without the extra cloth. 

When my stomach growls three times in a row, Nico finally forces himself awake. His head lulls back, eyes looking up at me with their sleepy glow. The hand with my book in it falls away to the other side of the bed so I can see him completely.

“Hi sleepy.”

“Hi sunshine.” He responds with a rough coating of sleep on his voice.

Slowly, I help him wake up by rubbing at his skin. I hand him his coffee cup and he rests it on my thigh then takes a generous slurp. That seems to invigorate him because he peels himself off of me and starts to stretch his body out. 

I rub his back as he slumps forward, scrubbing at his face. The sound of his few days of stubble fills the room with his movements. Then he turns to me, eyes peaking out through small slits of his fingers. 

“I am going to take over the kitchen today to work on something. You stay here.”

“Oh okay.” I chuckle. I wasn’t planning on leaving this bed for awhile yet. And while I’m curious, I know better than to ruin a Nico surprise. It’s usually worth the wait.

After a generous morning kiss, Nico rolls out of bed for good, tugging on some fresh clothes before disappearing with a backwards hat over his hair and a swipe of his keys off the dresser in our room. Shortly after, I hear the apartment door open and close. He returns about an hour later, depositing a chicken caesar wrap into my hands from our favorite deli before shutting the door and leaving me to my book. I appreciate that because things are really starting to intensify. I know I have to finish this one today. 

It takes the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening. As I read, smells of garlic, onion and herbs float down to the bedroom. At various points in the day, Nico comes in with snacks or drinks to replenish the reading nook we’ve created on the bedside table. Each time, I’m in a different position on the bed. The one that makes him laugh the most is when he sees me with my feet on the wall above the headboard. He’s upside down when our eyes connect.

“Have you ever tried, this one!?” I joke. 

“No, but open to it.” He smirks. His lips float over mine, kissing me from above. My nose bumps the underside of his chin for a moment before he pulls away. “Checking to see if you need anything?”

“I’m good. Thank you, babe.” 

“Mhm. I’ll be ready for you in probably a half hour.”

“Okay.” I nod. That should be good timing. 

The ending of the book wrecks me because, of course my favorite supporting character dies tragically in a ball of fire trying to save his lover. I openly weep, wiping my eyes away as the book ends with a vengeful declaration of war. Book four is going to be epic and probably break my heart into more pieces than the series already has. But I have a perfect, very real man who puts those pieces back together again. 

I open the bedroom door, wiping the tears away with the sleeves of Nico’s sweatshirt on me.

“Oh no.” He pouts.

“He died! She really killed him off!”

“Is he like.. maybe seemingly dead but not?” Nico questions as he opens his arms for me to settle into.

“No, babe. He went poof.” I mimic smoke with my fingers then crash my head into his chest.

“Terrible. I’m so sorry, baby.” He kisses the top of my head gingerly. I look over at the stove, seeing my large dutch oven on one of the burners. It’s white with gold accents, a gift Nico got for me after he accidentally dropped my original dutch oven in the sink causing it to crack.

“Is that…?” I pulling away to look at his face. He beams proudly at me.

“I think I did good.”

“It smells like you did.” I murmur. “Can I see?”

“Yeah.” He nods, bringing me over to the stove. He uses a hot pad to lift the lid off and beneath it is my family’s infamous Sunday Sauce. I usually make this once a month for us, but didn’t have time to grab anything after such a long, exhausting week at work. Nico must have made the run earlier. It didn’t cross my mind, even when he handed me the wrap. My mouth salivates at the smell of everything mingling together and steaming in the warm pot. “Can’t taste it yet. I just did and it’s not ready.” 

“Okay.” 

“How about some wine while we wait?”

“Speaking my language as usual, Neeks.” I jump up onto the counter, grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard then folding myself into a pretzel there as Nico pours us each a glass. While we wait for the sauce, we talk about the upcoming week. I pout about the weekend being so close to over and Nico politely reminds me that we still have tonight. He distracts me with talks of watching whatever movie I want and informs me he did get the cannolis I love so much from the Italian market. 

“You think of everything.” 

“Those long books you love so much always mean you need a lil sweet treat after.”

“Well if the bitch, affectionate, would stop killing people off…” I roll my eyes playfully. 

“Affectionate.” Nico guffaws towards the ceiling. 

“And she made him die saving the love of his life!” I swing my arms to the side exasperatedly. “How sad is that!?” My wine sloshes in my cup, a bit over and onto the counter. Nico grabs a sponge and soaks it up before it can stain anything. 

“A tragic love story. But he went out doing the honorable thing, no?”

“You would die to save me?” I say skeptically.

“Without question.” Nico shrugs his big shoulders. “Would do anything to keep you safe.” 

“I would be so mad at you. If you die, I want to die too.” Nico chuckles. “Seriously! You can't leave me here in this world alone, Nico Hischier.”

“That is so dramatic and unreasonable, even for you, my love.” He kisses my nose, then wanders over to the pot. He pulls off the heavy lid, beginning to slowly stir everything together, getting ready for another taste.

“If I died would you find someone else?” I ask him after another sip of wine.

“No.” He answers immediately.

“Good. I want you to be alone forever.” Nico snorts at my honesty.

“I hate talking about this.” He reminds me.

But I love it and my imagination runs wild on Sunday nights when I don’t want to go back to work. I do dream of throwing it all away and being Nico’s hot, trophy wife. He would support that. But we both know I would hate it, so until I burn myself out in corporate America, I’ll keep grinding and commuting in New York.

“Would you try to move on?”

“Babe.” Nico sighs, rubbing at the end of his nose with the back of his hand. He finally lifts his eyes from the sauce to mine. “I might, but I could never love anyone the way I love you.”

“Good boy. Blowie for you tonight.” 

He hits a subtle fist pump in the air as he purses his lips in his way that highlights his deep dimples.

“Ready to taste?”

“Yes, chef.” I stick my tongue out, wagging it at him. 

“Gonna give you something to stick that on later.”

“Yas, daddy.” I wrinkle my nose cutely at him, almost hissing at him in a playful banter.

“Stop it.” Nico chuckles. I don’t miss the slight adjustment to his sweatpants though.

He dips the wooden spoon into the sauce, gathering up a bite of it. He walks slightly to his left where I am curled up on the counter. He pauses there, gently blowing on the red liquid. He raises it slightly to his lips, feeling for the steam. When he is sure it’s safe, he glides it to my lips. I take a proper taste, then sigh heavenly at the depth of the sauce. The salt, garlic, and tomatoes have married with the fresh basil and if I didn’t know better, I might think Nico was part Italian with how well this has come together. 

“Outstanding. Better than mine.” I pat his butt in celebration.

“No, no, no.” Nico shakes his head immediately. “Nothing is better than yours, baby. You make it with so much love. Can’t be replicated.” He sets the spoon off to the side then turns the heat down even lower. “What kind of noodles?”

“Rigatoni!” I cheer. Nico is already pulling that box out. 

To be known is to be loved and Nico is truly the best at that.

I watch him get out a large steel pot. He heavily salts the water like I do and brings it to the stove. He turns it on, then goes back to the sauce, giving it a stir so it doesn’t sit too long and burn. My lips curl into a sweet, adoring smile. He clocks it quickly, coming over with a smirk and giving me a kiss. It’s a passionate one. I hook my legs around his waist and he pulls me off the counter. 

“You.” He brushes my lips again. “Need to get outta my kitchen or we are not going to eat dinner.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I have plans for you later that I need carbs for.” He drops me onto the couch, then tosses the throw blanket over me. “Find us something to watch.” He flicks his fingers at the TV.

“Okay.”

“Good girl.”

I hide my grin behind the soft blanket then do as I’m told. 

Cause I’m Nico Hischier’s good girl.

And I’m not about to disappoint him now.

Monday

Barely awake, I untangle myself from Nico’s arms to turn off the alarm on my phone. It’s quietly reminding me that although one of us gets to play hockey for fun, the other has a less exciting job to navigate back to today. Reality descends and I swear our bedroom has a cold, grayish tinge to it.

I sit on the edge of the bed, hands folded in my lap, trying to gather up the energy and willpower to get in the shower. My hair is wild and greasy. I can feel dried drool on the edge of my lip. Yet, behind me, a gorgeous Swiss captain slides himself across the bed so he can dig his face into my side. I pat his head, scratching his scalp for a few minutes. His nose rubs the outside of my thigh and he sighs as contently as a happy, jobless puppy would.

Before I get up, I lean down to kiss his bearded cheek. He hums in response. Then I peel myself from his arms for a second time already. 

He makes it harder to leave bed than it needs to be.

I take a shower, longer than I should but the warm water felt delicious and comforting. My body soap smelled extra inviting and the shampoo massage I gave to myself had me relaxing until nothing was really a priority. Thus I’m now running late, which has me crashing around our bedroom and bathroom trying to get ready quickly so I can catch my train into the city.

“Oh, fuck.” I mutter as I almost fall over putting my dress pants on. I have to grab the door to steady myself, making it slam into the wall. “Shit.”

“You good?” I hear Nico call groggily.

“Yeah.” I respond. “Babe, do you think you could get up and start some coffee for me?” I call out to him. I still have to get my make up on and finish styling my hair. 

“Mhm, of course.” He responds, sounding slightly more awake. I can hear him get out from under the comforter. He walks by the closet door, only in boxer briefs until he grabs his discarded lounge clothes from last night on the chair in the corner. Then his feet scuffle out of the room. 

In the meantime, I fly through my make up as fast as I can. My hair does not want to cooperate with a blow out. So I get it as styled as it will go and turn off my Dyson with a huff. It looks presentable enough. At least it isn’t greasy and matted down anymore. I slide on Nico’s favorite lipstick to get me a couple extra goodbye kisses, then head out to the main area to meet him. Along the way, I grab my work bag from the entry way, double checking everything is in place from Friday. I toss my keys and my wallet from my purse into it. After, I grab a few snacks from the panty and some oatmeal. 

“God damn.” Nico suddenly mutters when I lean down to the bottom level to grab the extra box of granola bars. “Your ass in those pants could send me to an early grave right now.” I giggle, looking over my shoulder at him to see his brown eyes feasting on my butt. He folds his bottom lip between his teeth as I stand back up, slowly raking his gaze up my body. “Coffee is ready.”

“Thank you so much.” I sigh happily, seeing he has already put it in my to-go cup. “You are the best.” I shake my head dramatically as I say it, then throw my arms around his shoulders.

“Love that color on you, beautiful.” He says immediately seeing my lips. We kiss hungrily in the middle of the kitchen as the world moves on with their Mondays.

“What’s the cost of the coffee?” I ask as we pull apart. My lipstick is smeared on his lips and a bit on his chin. I slide my thumb over it there, rubbing it off. Nico grabs my wrist, then works our fingers to lace together.

“A dance.”

“Oof. I don’t know that I have time for that. Rain check?”

“No. Payment must be given before you go. Those are the rules at Nico’s Coffee Hut.” I laugh, searching his incredibly smug face.

“You are so cute. But Neeks, I really have to go.”

“No, you need to dance with me. Right now.” He pulls me away from the counter. “Whatever the consequences are, I’ll take them for you.” He whispers against my lips. “Dance with me.” 

That tone, with those gorgeous brown eyes, evaporates the worries about walking in late. I bargain with myself too- it’s not like I have any meetings this morning. Nico begins to sway us gently and I give in completely.

Tucked into his arms like this is the only place I truly belong in this world.

I’ll take weekends with Nico over anything else for the rest of my life.

More hockey fics of mine are here for your enjoyment.

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i want you there - chris sturniolo x fem!reader

REQUEST : Hey! Could you maybe do something about y!n and Chris going on vacation in like a lodge or something in the woods or mountains and just having the best time ever! (Also with nick, matt and Nate)

i hope this is okay!!! i had so many requests for more chris fluff too so i made this sweet and mushy 🥹

when chris had asked you to come on his boys trip, you had thought he was joking. you were flattered and happy enough to have been ask to go to boston with him in the fall, now becoming a loved member of his family due to being his girlfriend, but you were more than aware how important his trips away with his brothers and best friend, nate, truly was.

"you're joking" you said as you sat on the couch the night before, glass of wine in hand. he shrugged.

"no. why would i be joking?" he asked, his hand on your knee as you sat with your feet up, blanket over your knees as you were reading your book whilst he packed his bag for the following few days.

you sit your book down on the ledge of the couch at the same time mary-lou walks in, and she gives you a smile as she sees you both, which you return before looking back at chris.

"because your boys trips are like, your favourite weekends ever, are they not?" you say again, and chris gives you another shrug.

"okay?" he says, genuine confusion to his face at your question.

"well, i don't exactly want to intrude. have you spoke to the boys about it?" you ask now, and chris rolls his eyes.

"you're literally nicks favourite person, i wouldn't even need to ask. but yes, i did. and they're all okay with it. i want you there."

it was the 'i want you there' that had done it. you were planning to just spend a few days in boston by yourself, grab coffee in a morning and read your book in the park, come home and help mary-lou around the house. you genuinely had not considered going with them for their weekend away. but the look on chris' face made you want to melt, and so you smiled deeply and agreed.

so now you let out a deep sigh, stretching out your back as you place your bag down on the floor of the shared bedroom of yours and chris' for the next few days in the log cabin they had booked. it smelled like wood and pumpkins and it was absolutely perfect. four poster bed, bedside lamps illuminating a soft glow around the room. you could hear chris and the rest of the boys laughing away in the background before the door swung open, and chris' beautiful smiling face met yours. he shut the door, flung his bag down on the floor, and before you knew it he was running over to you, picking you up by the waist and spinning you in a circle.

"chris!" you half screamed, half laughed, before he eventually dropped you back down, his hands snaking to your hips as he pulled you into him, pressing a deep kiss to your lips.

"hi baby" he smiles. and you chuckle as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"hi" you smile.

it had been a long car journey and with only one stop, you were aching from head to toe. you were dying to get out in the late autumn afternoon sunset that was setting outside the windows and stretch your legs. you weren't sure if thats something the boys would want to do, but you were happy to go alone.

"i missed you" he whined, and you laughed.

"we just had a 4 hour car journey side by side." you said, and he leant forward and nuzzled his nose with yours.

"its not the same as being alone with you." he whined again, and you let out a chuckle as your hands came up to the back of his hair.

"you bought me on a boys trip, baby. what did you expect?"

he chuckles now, giving you another kiss before breaking contact, your hands sliding down his shoulders before dropping down to your sides.

"what you wanna do? we usually grab pizza and watch a movie on the first night."

you smile as you make your way to the bathroom, flicking on the light and looking over yourself in the mirror.

"that sounds good. i might go for a walk, stretch my leg. if thats okay?" you say as chris follows you in, wrapping his arms around your waist and looking at you through the reflection in the mirror.

"of course. let me tell the boys and we'll all go."

"i can go alone, it's okay!"

he spins you around now, pressing you against the sink.

"alone? when its almost dark? in a place you've never been. not a fucking chance, babe. let me tell the boys."

he doesn't let you say another word before he's gone, his voice echoing through the log cabin as you hear him call out the his brothers and nate. you don’t hear much else as you let out a soft chuckle, before slowing following him out the room.

your eyes meet nicks immediately.

“i was just coming to get you!” he says.

“you good?” you ask. nick smiles.

“yes. do you wanna go for a walk now?”

you sigh. “you boys really don’t have to come, i just feel stiff.”

nick rolls his eyes, walking behind you and grabbing your shoulders, pushing you forward slightly until you enter the kitchen, eyes meeting with nate and matt who give you a smile.

“we can scout out the lake, ready for fishing tomorrow” nate says to everyone in the group, and nick claps his hands on your shoulder.

“and me and you can sit far away in peace” nick says, and you turn to give him a laugh. that small peace of anxiety leaving you at their words. you hated to feel like you were intruding but it was so clear these boys appreciated and loved you as much as you did them.

an hour later, the sun is setting in the most beautiful space you’d ever seen. the lake was beautiful and the sun bounced off the water, all whilst you stood back and watched as the 4 boys in front of you laughed and joked away. you’d walked with them all equally on the way here, but standing back now you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them all. when nate and matt picked up rocks to skip across the water, you knew you’d be staying her for a while, so you found a piece of grass to perch yourself down on, pulling your phone out to take a photo of the scene in front of you. the soft orange glow, the water, the 4 best friends. it was so peaceful. but after a minute or so chris turned around, and the minute his eyes lay on yours he walked straight over.

“you okay, baby?” he asked, reaching you and holding out his hand. you took it, allowing him to help you stand up before he pulled you into his side. you smiled, wrapping your arm around his back and your other arm around his waist.

“i’m good. so good. this is beautiful.” you say, looking out at the sky once again.

chris doesn’t say anything, and you appreciate the comfortable silence between you both before matt turns around, ushering you over.

“come on, y/n.” he says, moving his hand in motion to get you to join him. you look up at chris, and he gives you a smile before pushing you forward slightly to go join his brother.

you spend the next half an hour skipping rocks, all four boys making light joke with you about being rubbish whilst also helping you out, before you take the walk back. you find yourself sandwich between nate and matt, as chris and nick walk behind, and by the time you reach your cabin, your cheeks hurt from laughing.

later that evening, after takeout pizza, you find yourself falling asleep in chris arms in the small armchair designed only for one. you’re squished in by his side, his arms around you as you lay your head on his shoulder. tiredness over comes you like a soft blanket, and before the 4 boys have even decided on a movie, you’re asleep.

you just catch the moment chris brings his lips to your ear though, and whispers a soft i love you.

[hoodzgyal]

the corruption kink would be STRONG in a roy/jay threesome

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#DESCRIPTION: the one where jason and roy make it their mission to ruin their longtime bestie, the local good girl at uni. mdni.

#NOTES: this singular comment inspired a whole (albeit poorly written) fic. thank u. also the song are y’all are listening to in the fic is sugar by sleep token, hence the name. also pls be nice this is my first full fic omg���

“I really oughta go home,” you hum as you look at the clock, sweet voice ringing out into the otherwise quiet of Jason and Roy’s shared living room.

The three of you became friends quickly, under the crucible that was a horrific semester of an Advanced Statistics class during junior year of college. Now, a year later, you find yourself spending weekends at their shared apartment, watching movies, playing games, and just existing in their space.

There’s always been a sense of tension between the three of you, whether or be the bizarrely evident sexual tension between Jason and Roy, or you and one of the boys. You’d never dare bring it up, though, for fear of ruining the sacred friendship you three have forged.

The men are seated on either side of you on the couch, virtually squishing you between their hard, muscular frames. The quiet croons of Jason’s favorite band occupy the rest of the space as the two of them indulge in their personal vices, Jason’s being a glass of whiskey and Roy’s being a homemade Old Fashioned.

Though you say you ought to head home, you make no move for the door.

“It’s dark out, sweetheart,” Jason rumbles, sipping on his drink, “And late as fuck. We’ll take ya home in the morning.”

Roy nods at this before chucking your chin, murmuring, “It’s our first sleepover in literally forever, how fun!”

You nod without saying anything, letting a comfortable silence settle over the room, save for the suggestive croons and whines of the song coming from the speaker. You feel heat crawl over your neck and face as you listen to the song, realizing how close Jason and Roy are to you. How pink their lips are. How the taste of the alcohol they’re sipping would taste on their lips if you were to ki-

“Sweets?” Roy leers down at you, auburn lashes blinking in confusion, “What’re ya looking at?”

“You know what she’s lookin’ at,” Jason rumbles, as one of his muscled arms come down to wrap around your shoulders, keeping you in place.

Your eyes are wide as they flicker between the two men. You sharply exhale, parting your brown, glossy lips, unsure of what to do or say.

“Poor thing,” Roy drawls, cupping your cheek, “Lookin’ like a deer in headlights. ‘S okay, sweets, we don’t bite.”

“Not unless you want us to,” Jason adds, setting a large hand over your bare thigh. His eyes are lidded, watching you like a predator watches prey. He glances at Roy, and slyly smirks at the shared understanding between the two men. Still, they want to give you a chance to say no, a chance to leave and act like this never happened.

“Say you want us to,” Roy mumbles, green eyes searching your body. It’s only now that you realize how scantily clad you all are, Jason being shirtless, Roy in a pair of loose boxers and a black wifebeater, and you in one of your ratty oversized band tees and tiny pajama shorts. You find yourself nodding, eyes still wide in disbelief.

“He said, say it, sweetheart,” Jason tuts in your ear as he pulls you into his lap. He allows you to settle into him, letting out a low growl at the friction you create while doing so.

“I want you to- ah”, you gasp, shuddering as Roy’s lips find your collarbone. You can feel him smiling into you as his fingers tease the hem of your tee, barely ghosting the waistband of your shorts. Your hands come up to meet his hair, idly playing in it as Jason’s large hands find their way into the waistband of your shorts.

You lift your hips for him, allowing the shorts to slide off of you as Roy works his way around your neck, tugging at your tee with a pout. Jason seems to get the hint as he hums from behind you, “Lift your arms f’me, bunny.”

Ever the obedient little thing, you do so as Jason lifts the shirt over your head, exposing the lacy pink bralette and panties to the boys. The garments hug your plush body deliciously, highlighting every curve and dip as you slowly grind on Jason’s lap.

“You little minx,” Roy groans as Jason’s arms cage you where you sit, “How long you been hiding this from us, huh?”

“Too long,” Jason mumbles, nipping at your ear as his large fingers find their way over your barely clothed pussy, “Let Roy have a taste, hm baby? How’s that sound?”

“So good,” you whine, pushing your ass into Jason’s lap. You can feel his thick cock pulsate as he groans, “Go ahead, Roy. Make baby girl cum.”

Roy all but rips off your panties, exposing your cunt to the cool air. “She’s so pretty,” he marvels, before pressing a sweet kiss to your clit.

You whine in embarrassment, turning your head away from the sight of Roy lapping at your wet pussy. Jason catches your lips in a sweet kiss as he works your bra off of you. He eagerly swallows your moans as his fingers come up to toy with your hardened nipples.

“I want a taste,” Jason says, tugging at Roys hair. He pulls the redhead up for a heated kiss before pulling him back down, rasping, “stretch ‘er out f’me,” as he ruts his clothed cock against your bare ass.

“Someone’s gettin’ impatient,” Roy leers, sticking a thick digit into your glistening cunt, giving you languid, slow strokes. You let out a near pornographic moan at the intrusion before Roy snickers.

“Guess I should add another, huh,” he murmurs, adding another finger. You keen, arching into Jason as his thumb presses on your needy clit.

“Such a greedy little girl,” Jason muses as you moan in delight, “Whaddya want now, hm?”

“Wan’ cum,” you mewl, breathless, “wanna cum on your cock with Roy’s dick in my mouth.”

“You’re disgusting,” Jason smiles down at you, “On your hands and knees. Now.”

Roy smirks in anticipation, stopping the pumping of his fingers to allow you to get on your hands and knees in front of him.

“Open wide,” Roy sings, tugging his red boxers down to expose his fat cock, tip angry and already leaking. He slaps the tip on your tongue a few times as Jason kneads your ass from behind you. He gives it a sharp smack and you lurch forward, gripping onto Roy’s strong thighs with a strangled moan.

“Look at you,” Roy sighs as you weakly stroke his cock with both hands, “takin’ initiative. Such a good girl.”

You can hear Jason hum in assent behind you, pressing the thick head of his cock into your pussy. You gasp, lightly squeezing Roy’s dick as Jason enters you fully. He rocks his hips into yours, allowing you to get your bearings as you give Roy’s dick kitten licks along with languid strokes.

“She is a good little slut, ain’t she,” Jason grunts as he picks up the pace, snapping his hips into yours as you suckle the head of Roy’s cock. Roy mewls as one of your hands comes down to fondle his balls, causing him to let out a strangled moan. His moans grow in volume as you take him further into your mouth and down your throat as he whines, “Just like that, baby. Don’t fuckin’ stop, you’re doin’ so good for me.”

Jasons pace grows more erratic as time goes on, and one of hands creeps under you to play with your clit. He gasps as you clench around his thick cock, your muffled whines and moans only bringing him closer to orgasm. Your cunt seizes around him as you cum without warning, whining and keening around Roy’s dick. The vibrations of your voice only spur him forwards as he groans, thrusting forward and painting your throat white.

Jason sighs with pleasure as you fuck yourself back on him, seeking another orgasm.

“Of course you want another,” he grits out, hips snapping into yours, “You’re such a- fuck, you’re just a little whore for us, huh?”

You nod, looking up to see Roy stroking his overstimulated cock, nearing tears. He leans down pulling you into a deep kiss as his tongue probes your mouth, searching for the taste of himself.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” Jason whines, ramming himself into you from behind. He slows as he empties his load into you, keeping you on his cock for just a moment longer.

You’re spent, lip gloss smeared, mascara ruined, and lace front messy as Jason lifts you off of his cock with ease, rubbing soothing circles into your hip. Roy palms himself at the sight, eyes focused on the cum dripping from your glistening cunt.

“Hey sweets,” he rasps, licking his lips as they both walk you to the bathroom, “Let me uh, clean you up, yeah?”

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[glossykissies]

reader goes out with friends and gets tipsy then comes home to frank and is literally PLEADING BEGGING for him to fuck her and oh he DOESSSS

you’d been all over him since you got home. one of those girls nights he hated when you went on. he tried not to be that controlling boyfriend, that wasn’t him— he was secure in himself, and in your relationship. but he knew how unsafe the world was. what kind of people there were out there, waiting for a beautiful girl like you to get drunk and let your guard down.

so he’d been unable to relax all evening. body tense until you giggled your way back through that apartment door. hands on him instantly, lips trying to find his, grinding your body on his. he just didn’t wanna relax, not when you were still all tipsy like this.

“not when you been drinking. glass of water, go.” frank orders, nodding toward the kitchen and you roll your eyes, dramatically.

“you’re no fun.” you pout, but you go anyway.

“yeah yeah.” he dismisses, and he thinks from then on you’d behave. wrong.

he makes the mistake of following you into the kitchen, helping you with the water — and you’re right back at it with the antics. he goes to try and unwind on the couch and you’re following him, touching him, attempting to straddle him.

“what’d i say, huh? i don’t do that when you’ve been drinking. start listenin’.” he warns, but it only turns you on more, biting back your giggles. he licks his lips, holding your lusty gaze for a moment before shaking his head. “unbelievable. m’gonna have a shower. sober up.” he grumbles, pushing off the couch to head to the bathroom.

of course he wanted to give you what you wanted. making you feel good was one of the few things in life that frank found no faults with. it switched everything off— purely focused on his devotion to making you feel beautiful. plus, frank was only a man, and the way you were touching on him, looking at him — it was winding him up. he thought a shower might help, help him relieve some tension in his body.

and it was, the steam and the hot tendrils of water down the scars of his back slowly working out the anxious day he’d had. his head hangs low beneath the water, chest rising and falling with relaxing breaths.

until the shower door slides open, and your naked body slips through the steam and under the hot stream.

“you kiddin’ me?” he groans, watching the water rush down your hair, your back, your ass. you turn to face him, and droplets catch on your pouty lip, a rainfall between your breasts.

“i’m horny.” you beg. “do something. do something.” you grab his hand, pulling it between your legs and he pulls it away, grabbing at your jaw instead.

“told you to go sober up. not changin’ my mind.” he threatens. rejected, you squint at him — all mad and hurt. he watches you struggle for words, ones that’ll get under his skin.

“fine i’ll go and touch myself then. make myself feel good seeing as you’re being a boring old man.” you seethe, childish and bitter. you turn to leave, but he’s got your wrist now, spinning you until your cheek is pressed to the cold tile in one swift movement and your ass is sandwiching his tall cock.

“you got a big mouth, kid. it’s pissin’ me off.” he speaks, beginning to grind himself inbetween your ass cheeks, not giving you any kind of friction that you want. you whine, but you’re happy and he knows that. you’re getting what you want. “think you should put that mouth t’work, don’t you? show me you’re sorry n’i’ll let you have it.” he pulls you back round, easing you to your knees beneath the stream. this wasn’t gonna be pleasant, practically waterboarding yourself for his pleasure.

but hey, you deserved it.

[st4rychnine]

Cheating Spree ★ Suguru Geto

mature content!

you can't feel anything anymore; the rain seems to have washed everything away. it soaks through your clothes, chilling you down to the bone, yet you don't care, you can't. you're done caring, you're tired. 

you sigh, finally pausing your long walk to look up at the darkened sky, pouring rain as if it was weeping for you.

then you realize. you're in front of gojo and geto's shared apartment. you gasp, sigh, and think… this was as good a time as any. despite the fact that you're literally a dripping wet mess, you're going to break up with satoru.

when you ring the doorbell, it's suguru that answers.

at a hulking five foot eleven, bulging muscles, obsidian eyes, and unending miles of dark hair, you swear on your life that suguru geto is the most attractive man you'd ever seen. and here he was, standing before you in nothing more than grey sweatpants. 

"you alright? why're you standing in the rain like that; wanna come in?" his voice is low, husky, sexy. you stammer while trying to answer.

"I– is…" you swallow, clear your throat. "Is satoru home? There's… something I'd like to… talk to him about. briefly." it takes everything in you to keep your eyes trained on his.

oh man. when you say the man was built like a Greek God, you meant it. but it was an awful time to thirst over your ex's best friend. even though he was leaning against the door frame without a single care in the world. even though you could clearly see that sexy trail of hair, stretching all the way from his lower abdomen and disappearing into his sweatpants.

holy fuck. 

suguru hums and meets your eyes, amusement dancing in the obsidian depths. then he shakes his head. "nah, I should be asking you that though. earlier, he told me that he was going on some bar date with you, so. unless…” then it dawns on him.

you thought you were behind feelings, but you couldn't stop the small twinge of pain in your chest that your boyfriend was away screwing other girls and lying to his best friend that he was out with you.

it sucked.

you blink at the news, then sigh, resigned. "alright. I'll… be on my way then."

just as you turn around, ready to leave, he stops you with a call of your name. "I don't think you should be out in this weather. come on in. you can stay the night."

you don't have the strength to disagree. 

in about fifteen minutes, you've settled on the couch in one of suguru's old shirts, swathed in blankets with a cup of steaming coffee warming your hands.

suguru's at the kitchen counter, whipping up something small for himself.

the coffee doesn't do it for you. you need something stronger; something to make you forget. "geto? do you happen to have any alcohol on you?”

“uh… I think so. should be somewhere,” he says, opening and closing a few cupboards until he hits the jackpot. he gets out a tall bottle, tinted a dark black, and pops it open. he pours the contents into two glasses, then turns around, hands you one filled with a bromine-coloured liquid.

you accept it gratefully, downing half the glass in a single gulp. 

it's liquid fire, leaving you wincing as it slides down your throat. liquid fire, but it tasted lovely. it had an orange-like flavour with a slightly bitter undertone. "it's nice." you say, and it's true.

suguru smiles. "I know – it's our most expensive." he takes a sip of his drink.  “you can sleep in Satoru's room. I don't think he'll be returning tonight.”

you shake your head, a pang striking your chest. “I'd rather sleep on the sofa.” you say matter-of-factly. 

he hums in response.  “you can take my bed then. i’ll take the sofa.” 

again, you shake your head, insisting on the sofa. the last thing you wanted to do was to make the poor guy uncomfortable. he's already being such a darling, helping out a brokenhearted girl. you didn't want to inconvenience him any further. 

but that's technically what you end up doing because he insists, and you're unable to argue. you down the rest of your drink and hold out your glass for another.

while refilling the glass, Suguru asks, “so… do you want to watch a movie?”

you don't say no.

you end up watching some stupid fucking horror movie, which left you practically trembling against suguru, covering your face and peeking between your fingers.

you hadn't expected it to be this scary. it was a movie that had always been on your to-watch list, and now, you absolutely regret choosing it. it's interesting, but definitely won't leave you with peace of mind for the next few days.

“sorry…” you murmur, voice pitched high and slurred from the alcohol. “I don't do well with horror movies.”

suguru laughs, eyes glued to the screen. “why’d you pick it, then?”

“I don't knowwwww!” you cry, flinching at a scene and covering your eyes. God knows you might share suguru’s bed with him tonight. no, not in that way. “i didn't know it was this scary!”

“it's not even that scary,” he says, still chuckling.

“yeah, maybe to you! we're sharing your bed!” you cling onto his arm, burying your face in his shirt.

“really?” he smirks, and your face burns at the implied meaning. “fine, but you've gotta watch it.”

you shake your head, no.

“please?” suguru asks, trying to pry your hands away from your face. they don't budge. “aw, come on! its only fun if we watch it together!”

“I'm not here to have fun!”

“but you should, regardless of your purpose.” he tries to pry your fingers away from your face, and finally, you give in.

the rest of the movie is spent with you clutching at Suguru for a dear life and screaming, especially when unnecessary. 

by the time the movie is over you're a mess, laughing with tears running down your face. “ne– never again!” you half-sob.

he pats your head. “don't worry, you did good. at least you enjoyed it, yeah?”

you sniff and turn away.

he calls your name. twice. you refuse to answer though, feigning mock anger. although he probably deserves it genuine after forcing you to watch that stupid fucking movie. its your fault though, technically. you shrug and scoff.

Suguru decides in that moment. he's going to fuck you. being honest, he's always wanted to. and now, he's got a chance. he'll take it. oh and, he wanted to piss satoru off. it was well deserved. so once more, he calls you. 

you turn to him, pupils blown wide in the reflected television light, lips wet. damn, he wanted those around his cock.

he shifts closer to you; your lips are almost touching. you have no idea when the energy around the two of you changed.

"you want revenge on Satoru, yeah? well, I've got a plan." he mummurs huskily, his lips brushing yours. 

"wh– what is it?"

"let me fuck you." then he smashes his lips on yours.

the kiss is unlike anything you've ever experienced before – with satoru or otherwise – and, oh boy, you loved it. your lips are pried open, your tongue dancing with his in the most sloppy, lewd kiss you've ever partaken in. 

you know it's wrong. I mean– you're technically cheating on your boyfriend, aren't you?

but even as the thought crosses your mind, you push it away. 

tit for tat.

his hands grip your waist, pulling you even closer to him as the kiss gets even filthier and filthier, then the two of you pull away.

you're left panting and gasping for breath and suguru, well, looks otherwise unaffected. but the growing erection in his grey sweatpants states otherwise.

"you accept?" you swear his voice grows an octave deeper. 

you need him so bad. "ye– yes…" you whisper. "yes sir."

his thumb strokes your cheek, and he presses another kiss to your lips. "I want you to suck my cock for me. would you do that?” he whispers against them. you nod.

your heart beats furiously, head dizzy as you find yourself on your knees. you feel like you're dreaming.

if you are, then it's a good one.

suguru loosens the ropes on his sweatpants and pulls the front down, just enough for his boner to pop out.

it's longer and thicker than anything you've ever seen; not that you'd seen that many anyway. but still. it's length was tremendous – you'd roughly estimated about ten inches, his girth about thee.

all in all, you don't think it'll fit. in your mouth or otherwise.

"you're staring like you're seeing something extraordinary.” suguru smiles

you're about to dish out a mildly disturbed ‘because it is!’ but you hold your tongue and give the tip an experimental lick to stop him, from saying anything else.

then you take a big breath and wet it with your saliva before taking the thing into your mouth. 

the thing is monstrous, the head barely fitting past your lips. you try as possible to keep your teeth away from it, opening your mouth wider than comfortable. tears bead in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks.

you get the head, then the first few inches. you try to work your tongue around it as much as possible; if there was any one thing you learned while with satoru, tongue action was key.

you're less than halfway – about three inches in – and the tip was already poking the back of your throat. you have no idea what to do except keep going. so you take the next two inches. 

the wet suckling noises you make, the tears that stream down your cheeks – they turn suguru on even more, his cock twitching in your mouth. he's literally a grown man, but watching you struggle to get down the sheer length and girth of him is doing things to him. he's a grown man, but he's about to blow his load already. it takes everything in him not to. "fuck– you're doing quite good. you've got a bit more to go."

that certainly gets you going. you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, willing yourself to not choke. you swallow down the next three, whimpering lowly around him. tears prickle at your eyes and trail down your cheeks.

"almost there. come on. thats my girl – fu– yeah?" suguru's voice is audibly strained, his fingers clutching your hair. oh man, he's about to lose it. 

you force yourself down on the last two, your nose finally pressed against his pubes. you tremble, forcing yourself to not choke around it's girth.

you did it! but at what cost?

you open your eyes, looking up at him though your lashes. My guy looks like a Greek god; long black hair sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face and his neck, thick brows furrowed, dark black eyes endless and glossy, and god, he's so fucking fine.

you're dripping through your underwear.

he calls your name in what is almost a moan, gripping your hair in a fist. "shit – fuck, don't look at me like that–"

you hum through a mouthful of dick then shrug. like what?

maintaining eye contact, you pull your head backward, almost choking as his length retracts from your throat. you pull back halfway, then go down again, swallowing the half-length. 

you continue the movements, – retract, then swallow – slow and jerky at first, but eventually, you begin to build a steady pace.

saliva and precum leak out of your mouth, coating his cock with a transparent sheen and suguru groans above you, hands gripping your face as his hips fuck subtly into your mouth.

a mild, salty taste builds at the back of your throat as his precum leaks from the tip of his dick. you use your tongue to pleasure him as much as possible, your jaw aching.

“fuuuuck– agh– shit, that feels good. fuck–” suguru grunts and slips his cock out of your mouth, wetting your cheeks with a mixture of saliva and precum, and smearing your tears.

“wh–” you begin, voice cracking. you clear your throat and start again. “what's wrong?”

“fuck, I'm… if you keep that up, I'm gonna cum.” suguru whispers through breathy pants. 

he's so pretty, you stare for a bit before answering. “that's fine. if you don't cum down my throat, where will you cum?” the alcohol in your blood makes you bolder than usual. 

he makes a sound deep in his throat and slips his cock back into your mouth, gripping the sides of your head and making you take the whole thing fully.

“I'm… I'm gonna fuck your mouth,” he mumbles, strands of dark hair falling over his eyes. slowly, his hips fuck his cock into your mouth, in and out, smearing precum around inside your mouth. 

he gasps lowly with each thrust he makes into your mouth, abdominal muscles tensing as he does so. his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks damp with sweat. 

as the pleasure builds, his hips increase their pace, until his cock is entering and exiting your mouth so fast, you're almost gagging around him. his gasps turn to small groans, his fingers gripping your hair tighter to slam your face into his pubes with each upward thrust he makes.

you can feel how close he is – his cock dripping and twitching in your mouth. you need him to cum, before your jaw cracks open and falls to the floor. so you suck in your cheeks even more, creating a strong vacuum that, from experience, would make Satoru spill instantly. 

it works it's intended effect.

"holy fucking shii–t.” he takes extra care in pronouncing the t. “fuck, keep that up. fuck, im cumming.” he warns, and that, he does.

ropes and ropes of hot salt spill into your mouth, down your throat. you almost choke, try to pull away, but suguru holds you there, letting his cum flow down your throat. it's salty and thick, and more of an acquired taste if anything, but its not completely awful.

Suguru groans deep in his throat with each spurt of him down your throat, his head tilted back, thick hair cascading down his back and sticking to his skin in some places with sweat. his eyes are half closed, cheeks flushed, and jaw locked tight to keep himself from moaning. though your tears, you still can't get over how absolutely beautiful he was.

he holds you there for a good minute, his cum never stopping its flow until it does, and you drag your head back, pulling him out of your mouth.

you cough, splutter. some of his cum exits through your nose and you wince.

“fu–fuck." suguru pants, chest heaving. “fuck, you're an expert.” 

you smile at that. “thanks,” you whisper, voice hoarse.

your skin is flushed, eyes dark and unfocused, a trickle of cum dripping down your jaw. you looked absolutely delectable. suguru could just eat you up.

and he decides he will – you need some loosening up anyways. 

he picks you up, biceps bulging, and you squeal as he all but flings you on the sofa.

before you can think, he's on top of you, lips back on yours, tongue entwined with his. a small moan escapes you, and he groans into your mouth, lips trailing down to your jaw, then your neck. 

“g– get– sugu–ahh! fu–uuh–ck!”

his teeth attack the skin, tongue lapping the fresh bruises as they appear. you know they'll turn an angry colour tomorrow but you can't care. you need him.

his palms trail up the shirt, skimming over your thighs then higher. higher, until–

his thumb brushes your clit and you jolt, body tending under his.

"you're dripping" he mumbles, pushing a thick digit inside you. "just from sucking my dick? fuck." 

you whimper in response.

suguru fucks you with that single finger, pumping it in and out if your drenched pussy. the steady build of pleasure has your legs almost locking around suguru's forearms. 

he adds another finger. That stretches you a bit, and you grit your teeth at the barely-there but still-existent pain. more pumping. the build of pleasure, but faster this time, more intense. your hear the slick, squelching sounds of his fingers in your pussy, and you blush.

his lips are back on yours again, just as insistent. he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and you gasp as he presses his fingers into you harder, thumb working lazy circles on your clit. you squirm.

"ooh, you like that?" suguru grins. you don't answer, biting your lips to keep back moans. he clicks his tongue. “no, baby, don't keep those precious sounds from me, yeah? come on, good girl.” he whispers huskily into your ear, suddenly curling his finger into you and hitting a spot that makes you see stars.

you yelp, back arching off the sofa, a strangled moan being forced out of your throat. 

"ooh! that's it. I need more from you. can you do that?" he doesn't wait for your response. insistently, his fingers curl inside you, massaging that perfect spot deep inside you and, fuck, you can't help the moans and gasps that tumble out of your lips without permission.

you can't help how good it feels, his fingers stretching you open, slick dripping around his fingers. can't help but think how exquisite it would feel if they were his cock instead. 

you squeeze your eyes shut, back arching against the sofa, with suguru very steadily leading you towards the delicious edge of an orgasm.

“fuck– mmmph! geto, I– ahh!” it hits you like a train. your back arches of the sofa, eyes rolling back in your head from the absolute pleasure. your legs tremble. cunt twitching around his fingers and you try your hardest not to scream.

the pleasure was brain numbing; better than anything that you've ever felt, leaving your body spent and sagging into the sofa, eyes barely able to focus on his lovely face.

it takes every bit of suguru’s self control not to fuck you senseless right then, to lose himself in your tight cunt. instead, he presses his lips on yours, lazily exchanging saliva, and kisses down your body – to your navel, and then–

you jolt, a curse ripping through your throat as a hot, open mouthed kiss is placed on your clit. it startles you, but suguru doesn't give any time to recover, licking and sucking at the little nub like his life depends on it. 

“does that feel good? tell me.” suguru murmurs into your skin. 

unable to form words you moan, running fingers through his thick, black hair. 

“Delicious…” suguru murmurs into the moist flesh, the vibrations going straight to your clit. you almost scream.

suguru geto eats pussy like an expert, his tongue worming his way into you, slurping up your juices wetly like he'd been dehydrated for months. he licks flat-tongued stripes up your clit before sucking it into his mouth, basically playing with it on his tongue.

you're losing it, fingers raking through his dark hair, pressing him into you, legs wrapped tight around his head. you're close; you can practically taste it at this point, with your thigh muscles contracting, stomach clenching. and then–

white.

white and static and the most overwhelming flood of pleasure you've ever felt. it rolls over you in thick, heavy waves, weighing you down and making you practically seize. 

you don't know how long it takes for you to come to your senses. 

by the time you do though, you're at the cusp of another orgasm, suguru still working his ministrations on your clit.

you scream at him to stop. it's too much; you're too sensitive! 

your pleas, however, fall on very deaf ears. he doesn't stop, gripping your hips to keep you in place while he continues. he rolls the tender nub around his tongue like he would a lollipop, and, once more, you're seizing on his tongue.

you black out for longer this time. when you come to, you find suguru looking at you with a mix of fascination and awe, his dark eyes glossy with arousal. his entire upper body is drenched, either with sweat or... something else. it's like someone threw a bucket of water at him.

“more.” he groans, voice husky. “give me more of that.”

before you stutter out denial, his lips are back on your lower ones, tongue-fucking you into ecstasy.

from that point on, you lose track of the number of orgasms you've had that night. all you know is that it was definitely not in the single digits. but the time suguru is done making a meal out of you, you, the couch and suguru are drenched with your bodily fluids. you're also a senseless mess, body still trembling, overstimulated.

suguru kisses up your abdomen, tongue lingering on your nipples before he finally comes up to kiss your forehead.

“I need to- I need to fuck you. you'll let me, won't you?” he questions pleadingly, grinding his erection against your cunt. “pl– fuck– please, I can't go to bed like this.” his eyes are soft, pleading and begging for you. and, fuck, you can't deny him.

suguru wonders why he all of a sudden can't control himself around you. why all he can think about is bottoming out in your warm cunt. it's obviously not the first time he's doing this, definitely not the last… but his cock is the hardest it's ever been, his heart thumping against his ribcage. he chalks it up to the excitement of fucking his best friend's (ex) girlfriend. or maybe the alcohol, though he wasn't one to let something like that affect his judgment. 

but fuck it, whatever. the two of you have gone past the point of no return.

“that's my girl.” he smiles, placing another kiss on your forehead. and then your cheek

you feel the tip of him pressed against you. grunting, he tries to push it in, only for it to slip against your wetness, nudging against your clit.

you whimper at the feeling, heart pounding in your chest.

again, he tries pushing his tip inside you, this time guided by a hand against his pulsing member. it slips inside you with ease and you both moan at the intrusion. 

for you, the pleasure is spiked with pain as his fat cock splits you open at the seams, threatening to unravel you. you hiss and whimper at each inch sliding into you, your pussy pushing him out with each contraction around his dick.

“sh- fuck, you're so fucking tight.” he says through gritted teeth, physical exertion making his muscles tense. “you've gotta loosen up, or i might not pull out in time.”

silently, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you and at the same time making him bottom out. the tip of his cock hits the opening of your cervix and you yelp, pleasure and pain mixing into a hot brew in your stomach and tightening into a cord. 

“...the fuck did that come from?” he groans, voice tight. he rocks his hips into you, gripping your waist tight and hissing. 

you shake your head, unknowing. all you do know is that you need him. right now, as deep inside you as he can go.

had his patience not been worn thin, suguru would have asked you to voice your thoughts. how did it feel? did it hurt? fast or slow? but his cock is so hard and your pussy so tight, his cock might have an aneurysm. he can't even form words to begin with. so he starts with an experimental pace, slow and steady, rocking into you and splitting you open. 

you whine and gasp each time he fully bottoms out into you, the tip of his cock just barely grazing your cervix. the slow pace is exquisite, but you need more. in your current state, you wont accept anything else.

“f– faster, please…” you whine. “harder,”

without hesitation, suguru obliges. for fear of breaking you beyond repair, suguru had started out with a slow, steady pace. however, it seems you didn't want that. and he was grateful. he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep yourself from fucking your pretty pussy senseless.

he does that, hips picking up their pace absolutely fucking the life out of you. the pace he sets makes his hips a blur, his dick reaching places you never knew existed. 

“fuck, you like that? yeah?” 

yeah, you nod as tears spill from your eyes, moans morphing to heavy sobs as the pleasure and slight pain build, heightening to a peak. the cord in your stomach is pulled ridiculously tight, your breathing ragged. 

“fv– fucking– unnghhhhh – ahhhhh—” you say, or rather, try to. it doesn't work out – clearly – your words fucked out of your mouth just as they spill from your lips. 

“trying to say something?” suguru grunts out.

a particularly hard thrust has your barely that there thoughts skittering into nothing with a sharp yelp, back arching off the sofa as you brush dangerously close to your orgasm.

“fuck!–nnn–g–h... fuck– n– m’... m’ gonna cum… shit–” you mumble, eyes rolling back, in your head. your cunt traps suguru in a vice-like grip, your overflowing lubrication the only reason he's able of move properly. he grunts, smashing his lips onto yours and swallowing the sounds coming out of your mouth.

good lord, it feels good. better than anything you've ever had, ever -felt. and holy fuck, you're going to cum. cum yourself unconscious, if you will. it's dangerously close, and you can feel it, creeping up to you, making the edges of your body tingle. it's scary, but feels so good.

“go ahead, doll. come for me, yeah? drench this cock with you.” suguru murmurs in your ear, and suddenly, the orgasm takes hold of you, slamming into you with such force, your back arches violently into suguru’s hold. the cord in your tummy snaps and a scream rips through your throat with the sheer force of the pleasure, and white overtakes your vision before it fades to black.

suguru fucks you through your orgasm, threatening to do you through another. your whole body feels like an exposed nerve, and you don't think you've ever felt as close to death as you do now.

your cunt flutters around his cock, and he hisses as his hold on your hip tightens. fuck, you feel like heaven, your cunt so tight, so wet, so, fucking perfect around him. each time he drags himself out of you, the suction draws him back in, and once he's in, you try to push him back out again. he can't explain why, but that feeling is positively exquisite, and God, he loves it.

“fuck!” he exclaims, face buried in your neck. “fuck, im cumming. fuck, I'm– you’ve… you've gotta tell me where you want it.”

you don't need to think much about the answer. inebriated and incredibly horny, a single word comes to mind. “inside– nnngh!” you breathe, your legs weakly tightening around his waist, drawing him closer to you.

“al– hah!– alright. I'm gonna fuckin’... hah, fuck!” he didn't get to complete his sentence, his muscles stretching taut as a white heat spills inside you.

it's enough to send fireworks exploding behind your tightly closed eyes, your orgasm lighting your body on fire with his cum as the catalyst.

“fuck, ahhhh– you feel so fucking good, hah–” suguru groans as he pours himself into you, teeth clamping down on your shoulder and making you scream. 

he finds his hips rocking into yours once more, fucking you through the aftershocks and overstimulation of both your orgasms.

you shake your head, no. no, no, no more, no! you can't cum any more than you have already or you might die. you shake your head as vigorously as you can, the choked out moans tumbling from your mouth neutralizing your denial.

“fuck, im sorry. one more, yeah? one more, just one more, please,” Suguru whispers breathily into your hair, voice trembling from the pleasure. he can barely breathe, his breath catching his lungs from how good he feels and fuck, its not long before another orgasm creeps up on him, looming over him like a disaster.

and he will be one by the time this is over, he's sure. “fuck, yo– you're g'nna make me cum- again, shit–” 

me too. you think just as you black out for good, chased to unconsciousness by a spill of heat.

☆

you're woken up by a sharp pain in your lower abdomen as you try to change position. you groan, eyes fluttering open, and you find that those hurt too. every single inch of your body hurts, some minor, some major, but it kind of feels like you got into mini car accident. God, and you had an awful sore throat.

at the feel of sheets on your once bare skin, you sit up, realizing that you’re no longer on the couch.

judging from the scent of the room, or the lack thereof, you guess that you’re in suguru’s room. though the sliver of light though the curtains, you can see that it's organised perfectly. 

groaning, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up, trying your best to maintain balance, ignoring the burn of your inner thigh and abdominal muscles, then you walk out of the room, to the kitchen.

the room is an assault of light to your poor eyes and you wince, squinting. vaguely, you can see Suguru standing in front of the kitchen stove. whatever he’s cooking up smells pretty good.

“hi, Suguru.” you say, smiling, walking towards him. the warmth in your face freezes as your eyes catch another person in the room. Gojo. he's sitting on a chair by the kitchen island, typing away at his phone. “hi Satoru.”

he looks up, startled, then confused at your dishevelled appearance. you’d forgotten you wouldn't look the best after last night. “oh. I didn't know you were here.” he says.

“she stopped by last night. good morning.” suguru smiles back at  you, handing you a plate of food. “you'll find some painkillers on the side table in my room. you'll probably need them after last night. and tea for your throat.” he says and you blush at the memory and nod. 

Gojo watches the exchange silently, a pale white brow cocked. “what happened last night?” he questions and Suguru throws him what might have been a glare.

in response to Satoru's question, you shrug. “uh, nothing. I stopped by in the rain and asked for some alcohol to keep warm. I ended up taking a bit too much.” you pop a piece of bacon in your mouth.

“and that explains the bruises on your neck?” he asks and you freeze, heart thumping. then you swallow, making yourself remember that Gojo was also a shitty cheater. it cancels out.

“yeah.”

he coughs out a laugh, bright blue eyes hardening to sapphires. “bullshit.” he says and turns to suguru. “did you fuck her?”

he shrugs, turning off the stove and sliding a plate of food towards gojo.

“what the fuck, Suguru? why would you do that?” he yells, face paling. “you're my fucking best friend, why the fuck would you fuck my girlfriend?”

“ex girlfriend.” you step in instead, voice bleeding with anger and that shuts Gojo up. “sorry, I forgot you were the only one who could cheat.”

satoru, about to open a drawer to pick up a fork, pauses and turns to look at you with an unreadable expression.

“you thought I wouldn't figure it out? you're very bad at keeping secrets.” another peice of bacon in your mouth. suguru hands you a cup of lemon tea. “I actually stopped by yesterday to break up with you. but it seems you'd told your roommate you'd be out with me. why? when you'd told me that you'd be at home having a games night with suguru.”

“that was the plan, but I stepped out.” gojo says, the ice in his eyes reflecting in his voice.

you flinch, but hold your ground. “stepped out for the whole night?”

“I got caught in the rain.”

“which stopped before I went to bed.” 

a rushed breath of air leaves Suguru's mouth as laughter. you roll your eyes. “more like blacked out.” he says under his breath. Gojo's eyes dart to him, then you.

“I… stayed over at a friend's house.” he says carefully. 

“which friend?” 

he pauses, eyes cloudy with thought. “...you won't know them.”

“we share friendship circles. whoever I haven't met, at least I've heard of.” you drum a nail on the table, patience wearing to the width of papyrus paper. he's wasting time with his lies.

“she's–” he starts, and catches himself. your eyes narrow. “they're not from our circle. I met them at a party. I don't have to tell you about every single person I befriend.”

“befriend and fuck.” 

“I didn't fuck her!” Gojo slams his hand on the table in outrage.

“the used condom back at my apartment. was that me? did I use that? the cum stains on my bed–” you scrunch up your face in disgust. “--that was me, right? I grew a dick overnight. stop lying, it doesn't suit you.”

he doesn't have anything to say in return and neither do you. “I'm breaking up with you.”

[anonyymouslyyours]

hi I have literally never done this before but I saw your post just now and thought what the heck

could you write a small thing about spencer reid where reader and him are neighbours and they both have a little crush on each other but never get to interact because spencer is literally never there

until either reader or spencer's apartment floods and it's 3am so they just go to their neighbour and there's maybe a cute confession?

(feel free to add your own pizzazz I love your writing!!!) <3333

hihihi girl! request anytime! this also ended up being a lotttt longer then intended <3

warnings: none, its fluffy its cute, like rlly cute and a bit cliche.

spencer reid. that was your neighbours name. considering he was home very little, you'd only seen him a few times and you've never even spoken a word; it seemed silly how much time you spent thinking about him.

you'll admit, your a sucker for a tall brunette with glasses, who wore ties and vests, and perhaps looked just a little nerdy. it was sweet, spencer looked very sweet.

he also happens to be your next door neighbour. like literally, you open the door of your house every day, and are confronted with the site of his own house. he's right there. you've debated sliding a note under his door, or just knocking and suggesting coffee, but you've always backed out.

the opportunity however, presents itself in a slightly annoying way. in the afternoon, you arrive home and walk into your living room to discover the entire floor flooded. one quick check of the house, and you've determined the entire place is flooded.

"jesus christ." you mutter, dialing a plumber and the flood services in your city.

when they arrive, its determined your house will be unliveable for 2 days. 2 whole days.

the plumber, matt, stares at you. "apologies, lady, but your pipes are pretty busted. its gonna cost you too."

you groan, annoyed.

"oh, uh your neighbour, you should check with them. see if they've got any issues." he adds.

you stop, spencer. your neighbour. you have a reason to go talk to him. you leave the plumber, and his little team to get to work, and cross the street to spencers house.

knock. knock.

maybe he isnt home. you look at his driveway. his car is there. the door creaks, and opens, revealing spencer reid. the man himself. in all his messy hair, rumpled shirt, afternoon glory. he pushes his glasses up, staring at you, suprised.

"hi. sorry i'm-"

"y/n." he says, quickly, and then flushes.

"right." your suprised he knows your name, though you do know his. "look uhm, sorry to bother you.. but my house kind of flooded. like everywhere. so, uhh- i was just checking if your house is all good."

his eyes widen. "your entire house? is flooded?"

you nod, grimacing. "yeah.. i mean my stuffs fine, i just have to find somewhere to stay and its a pain." you say, folding your arms and sighing.

he looks at you for a moment, thoughtful.

"uh.. besides from the fact im a total stranger.. you could um, stay with me? i mean. i have a guest room, im usually out all day. i'll cook." he says, quickly. he looks at you, expecting a no.

your suprised at his offer, intrigued even. he seems safe, your not uncomfortable.. and it would save you from having to stay in some cheap hotel.

"really? i mean- are you sure?" you confirm, raising your eyebrows at him.

he nods energetically, smiling. "i mean, it would be easier for you."

you nod, smiling back.

"well.. uh come in?" he says, shuffling to the side awkwardly.

his house is delightful, with heavy linen curtains, and tall bookshelves. the house is mostly wood, with touches of green and navy. it fits him perfectly.

"nice place you have here." you say, smiling.

"thank you." he says, staring at you for a moment. you catch him, and he looks away quickly.

"do you, uhm want a coffee? we can sit for a bit if you'd like." he says, gesturing at the couches in his living room.

you nod. "black with sugar, please."

"oh- i have mine just the same." he grins, hurrying off the the kitchen, before returning with a cup for you. he sits opposite you, studying you for a moment.

"so.. spencer, how long have you lived here?" you ask.

"5 years. which.. i think is a year longer then you?" he smiles.

"correct. uh, where do you work?"

he pauses, thinking thoughtfully. "truthfully, i work in the fbi. behavioral analysis unit." he says, staring right at you.

you shuffle in your seat, suddenly aware that this possibly means he can read your every emotion, or thought.

"thats very.. impressive, but then again you do have an intelligent look to you."

he chuckles, "well, i have been told i dress the part."

you laugh, smiling at him.

"you know.. i noticed you a while ago." he says, looking down at his coffee and swirling it.

you raise an eyebrow, curious.

"how so?"

"well, if i may be bold, your very- uhm very pretty."

your eyes widen, taken aback. you flush, letting out a soft giggle.

"you think so?" you whisper, staring at him. he finally looks up at you, nodding.

"do you say that to all the women you invite into your home?" you tease.

"i don't often invite women into my home.. in fact, you might be a first. quite special." he smiles. your cheeks feel hotter.

"well, spencer, i noticed you a while ago too. your very cute. you might be just my type." you say, staring at him.

its his turn to blush, and he looks nervous, as he turns away from you, lips parting into a smile.

"perhaps a blessing in disguise your apartment being flooded.." he whispers, the smile evident in his voice.

"i mean," you chuckle. "there has been one good outcome.."

"mmm.. silver linings and all." he says, turning to look you right in the eye. its sweet, hes very sweet. you think your very much going to enjoy your next two days here... perhaps even extend your stay.

[tvgals]

Ok ok hear me out‼️

Miguel (YOUR FATHER) grounds you from seeing your unknown boyfriend (Miles Morales 🤭) But you being sneaky go see him without permission and you guys post a tiktok ykno one of those tiktoks that flex the relationships and you follow jessica so she practically SNITCHES on you to Miguel (She found ur tiktok account somehow??) So Miguel Demands to meet this mystery boy (Imagine his face wasn’t showing in the tiktok) and when he finds out it’s Miles you and your dad get into a fight but it all ends in fluff

(The tiktok is that one trend ‘catch me in vegas, catch me in tokyo thing please know what i’m talking about 😭)

Sorry if the ask was too long but i’ve been thinking about this for D A Y S now‼️ Love you, drink ur water, and stay safe ! :3

aur em gee i’m living for this …

you’d came home late for the third night in a row, miguel sitting on the couch in the dark, scrolling on his ipad with his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. you should’ve known better than to come through the front door, but alas, you did it anyways. as soon as you step into the house you hear a “look who’s home.” and you jump. your heart rate going down as soon as you realize it’s just your father. shit.

“hey!…” you chuckle nervously — taking off your crocs. “this is the third time you’ve been late.” miguel says, turning off his ipad. “i know, dad. i’m sorry.” you say, standing in front of him while picking at your hangnails. “you said that the last two times you were late. you’re grounded, y/n. you and this little boy — who i’ve never met — are getting on my last nerve.” miguel says, standing up, leaving you a dumbstruck mess. you trail behind him and plead your case. “but dad! you don’t even know him! he’s literally perfect!” you said, following miguel into his room.

“exactly. until i meet this little boy — you’re banned from seeing him until further notice. and if i even suspect you’re seeing him, you’re done.” miguel says. you purse your lips together and walk out the room with a “this is not fair.” under your breath and walk into your own room — slamming the door shut. you lay on your bed and shove your face into your pillow. you heard a buzz from your phone and pull your head back, turning your phone on.

‘babyyyy i wanna see u! o(≧▽≦)o’ you smile at the text, obviously from miles by the kaomoji. you sigh and open the text, biting the inside of your cheek before looking at your bedroom door. ‘can’t :( dad grounded me >:(‘ text bubbles popping up almost immediately. ‘oooo what did u do?!?’ you grin and text back — not wanting to hurt miles feelings on the real reason why. ‘came home late 😒 i’ll just sneak out! see u in a bit <3’ miles replied with an “okay!!” and you were off on a dangerous mission — leaving your room and coming back without your dad noticing. you slide on a pair of crocs and throw on a hoodie miles gave you. you created a “pillow you” and snuck out through your window, making sure you had everything before leaving. once outside — you let out a long awaited breath and walk to miles house, just down the street and around a corner or two. you made it to miles house at 10:30, miles opening the door to you and inviting you into his room.

“hi, y/n!” miles grinned, pulling you into a hug. “hiiii!” you giggled, hugging him back. the two of you were on miles’ bed, occasionally turning on movies and making tiktoks, which is when you got the bright (stupid) idea to make a tiktok with the sound of ‘sexy back’ by skinnylegend. you collected a few pictures off of google and you took the rest of the video with miles, mentioning him in the caption and posting it, not thinking about who would watch it. you turned your phone off and laid next to miles, slowly drifting to sleep (idiot). miles shook you awake almost frantically, you shot up with a “what?” and miles handed you your phone. 10 missed calls and 23 missed text messages. dammit. you called miguel back, hoping he didn’t know about you sneaking out.

“y/n, where in the hell are you?” miguel asks, you can hear the anger in his voice. “dad, i just went to the corner store for some snacks.” you lied, putting your shoes back on. “no you aren’t. your car is still here and you know better than to walk outside alone at four in the morning.” miguel said, knowing he was right. you sighed and left out of miles’ house out his window, kissing him goodbye and walking back to your house. how could miguel know? you were confused and even more upset that miguel wouldn’t even hear you out! you made it home and walked through the front door, sitting down at the table where miguel was. “dad-“ you were cut off by miguel starting his own sentence.

“do you understand how upsetting it is to get a call from jessica,” you should’ve known. “who has her own child — that my daughter isn’t at home? y/n i’m so disappointed.” miguel scolds you. your head hangs low in shame. you should’ve been more careful, or just didn’t leave in the first place. “i’m really sorry.” you whisper, wiping your eyes. “i don’t believe you, y/n. you can’t keep saying sorry and do the same thing over and over. i expect to meet this boy by tomorrow or you two are over.” and with that, miguel walks to his room and shuts his door. you text miles and walk to your own room, laying down and falling asleep.

‘dad wants to meet you 😞’

you wake up and immediately turning your phone on, seeing three text messages from miles.

‘oh no!!! (ﾉД`)’

‘what if he doesn’t like me?!?’

‘ok ok, how about 530 tomorrow?!?’

‘well technically today’

you text him back with a “sure” and you head into the kitchen where miguel was making breakfast. “he’s coming over today at 5:30..” you mumbled, sitting at the table. “hm.” was all you got as a response. when 5:30 rolled around, you were nervously fidgeting at the table, waiting for the three knocks to adorn your door meaning that miles was there. knock knock knock. you sighed and opened the door. you’re met with miles — who was beaming and holding a container of empanadas for presumably your dad. “dad! he’s here!” you called out, dragging him into the kitchen (not without taking his shoes off first). “dad, meet miles.” you say, making jazz hands while standing next to him. miles eyes widen the same time as miguel’s, you stand there confused and watch as the scene plays out in front of you.

“miles morales?” miguel says, biting his tongue. “yes sir. that’s me.” he laughs nervously, occasionally opening and closing the lid to the container. “my mom made empanadas.” miles shrugs with a sheepish grin on his face. miguel snatches the container from miles’ hand and throws it at the wall, the empanadas falling to the floor along with a crack of the container. you gasped and watched as miles shoved his hands in his pockets and turned on his heel, sliding his feet back into his jordan’s and walking out with a “bye, y/n.” you turned to miguel and balled your fists up.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you yell, clenching your jaw. “what’s wrong me me, what’s wrong with you? you’re the one who brought him here!” miguel retaliated, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “because you asked me to?! are you mental? you ruin every thing!” you sob, stomping your way back to your room and slamming the door shut before you flopped onto your bed. your phone buzzed with notifications from miles.

‘does he not like empanadas?? :(‘

‘sorry y/n, i didn’t know he would react like that’

‘try again next week?’

miguel knocked on your door a few times before letting himself in, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying while curled up into yourself. “y/n..” miguel starts, sitting on the end of your bed. “i’m sorry. i wasn’t expecting him-“ you cut him off with a scoff. “you threw his mom’s hard work at the wall, dad. him and his family are the sweetest people i’ve ever met and you went and ruined it. i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even wanna date me anymore because of you.” you hiccuped, glaring at him from under your hoodie. “look, how about next week we try and work this out, okay?” miguel asks, pulling you into a hug. you look up at him with bleary eyes. “and you won’t throw his mom’s cooking at the wall?” you ask.

“promise.”

[dinaanana]

Headcannons About Chuuya being your Father figure.

Father figure!Chuuya x Teen!Reader (Platonic!)

TW: Nothing just Fuff/Crack a bit Of Violence mentioned

He's the best Father Figure anyone Could Ask for to he Honest.

We all know he's rich af. So he Buys You literally Anything you Need and Want (Even thought you never Mentioned it But he somehow Finds out)

If you're a Member In Port Mafia Aswell,Congrats You're 24/7 with him Always in his office Sitting Next him while he works or just Beside him always

If you're in PM aswell,You're lucky cuz he's gonna Be Your mentor (Doesn't matter what Mori says Y'all Just Tell him that you're his Kid and He agrees after some Time)

He's strict With Everyone else Except You ofc If you do anything wrong hell just Pat Your Head and tell you That It's okay that you should not worry over It. he ain't that soft With anyone Else,Just you and him in Closed doors.

Sometimes When you're down He takes you on Late night Rides on his Motorcycle With you sitting Behind him.

If you're a High schooler Hell Gladly Help you Out with all of your homework,But if hes Busy or is on a mission He'll tell Kouyou To help you out.

If you get in trouble at School You go Into Chuuya's Office And tell him That The principal wants to see him,so you bring Chuuya At school the next day,and everyone Is Staring At him with fear in their eyes (No one dared to Utter a Single Word)

He sometimes pulls up at your school with his Motorcycle (If he has time) to pick you up From school.

If you get an A+ on a test,He'll be Happy Pat your head and Tell you "You did good."

He Keeps you in His Penthouse All of the time when He's out on an important Mission Mori Gave him.

also the type of Mf To say "Don't open the door for strangers." And He Does the Pointer Finger Thing like "ah ah ah"

You just shrug your Shoulders and Nod "Okay,I won't,I won't."

"I'll Get goin Now See ya kiddo" He gives you a Little Wave before Leaving the Apartment and closing the door Making sure it's locked.

Also the type of Dad To sent you 100 Dollars when you just asked for 1 Dollar.

He'd be bestest Of the best Dad ,But he Won't always be in Good mood Always...He's an Port Mafia executive I guess that explains it,Sometimes he'll come home Mad,Stressed,Exhausted.

And tries his Best To control his Emotions Around you,Always Avoiding you when he's Upset,He doesn't wanna Accidently hurt you or say something That'll make you hate him.

Soo...Sometimes He Comes home really really Late...because of his Work Tired as hell,And you fall asleep On couch everytime you wait for him.when he Sees you He just Slides off His Coat that's Dropped on his shoulders Tossing it Somewhere Across the room and just Sits beside Your Sleeping Figure,He Puts A blanket over your body to Keep you warm carefully To not wake you up.

Then he just Goes over his Room on the balcony and lits up a cigarette To calm down a lil bit (He never smokes around you,He doesn't want you being disgusted after inhaling that shit)

Well Sometimes when He Doesn't have Work to do and has A day off,He Usually Makes You dinner himself,He's an amazing cook tbh And you enjoy his meals,if he doesn't know how to cook something you really want he searched it on YouTube Tutorials

But sometimes at late Nights,When you and him are Sitting on a couch in his Huge Living Room,He's usually Pouring Himself glass of Wine Or Just Straight up Drinking from The battle,Meanwhile you Are Doing your tomorrow's school work,Drawing,Playing,scrolling Etc

I HC him as that type of Dad that'll Give you A lot of money when he's drunk (For no reason) and tell you to Buy anything you want

Also the Type of Overprotective Kinda Dad that Will tell you no boyfriends till The age of 18 😭 "You're still a Lil kid,It's to Early for that!"

DOES not Know What TikTok means until you explain It to him,He just stares at You for few Moments. "Oh I get it now"

One time You and Chuuya were Exploring The PM Basements Trying to search for something or Someone (Idk)

After some kinda Minutes you lost him,Running back and forth and yelling his name Out while he yelled yours,Y'all couldn't find each other..You just walked around hoping you'll Find him Until you saw some Kind of Old Rusty room with Alot of spider Weebs and Went inside of it Just to see you man That had Exact Same Hairstyle As Chuuya but His Hair was blonde,And had Same Fedora Hat on,He was sitting on a desk Writing something and drinking a tea.

You couldn't see His Face because of The poor Light So you called him "Chuuya? What are you doing there?"

Silence filled the room,no one talked for good 2 minutes before Someone Went behind you and put A hand on your Shoulder "the hell are you doing here..?" It was Chuuya

"Chuuya? You here? But who is That man over there?" You point at Verlaine,while he's staring at you And Chuuya with Normal face Expression,You couldn't see his Eyes,Just his Mouth and Nose due to The Shadow of his Hat covering Half Of His upper face.

Chuuya Sighs As he Looks at Verlaine then back to you "That's my Big brother Verlaine..Thats why he Looks So much like me,I guess.." Chuuya has a Big brother?!

"Let's get Going now. Come on..".Chuuya takes Your wrist and drags you out not that harshly to hurt you,But Enough to pull you With him out of the basement.

After that day you didn't ask him anything,about why he was So hesitant and why Did he drag you out of There,Without even saying a word or a reason.

After some Begging he Lets you go down To visit His Brother..(He didn't Like seeing him That much as you know.)

After some time Passes by you almost visit Verlaine In his basement,He gets used to your sudden. And always awaits you Everyday,Sometimes you bring Food Or Tea down there To Give it to Verlane.

You talk Alot with him,But not Him,He Just Replies back with short Answers,But you're used to it anyways.

[sage-lights]

if i could i'd freeze this moment

for @baflegacy’s smosh girlies week day 8 prompt: free day! word count: 1510 title from: "anaheim" by niki (this fic has literally been plaguing me for weeks. i've been running into writer's block after writer's block trying to finish it and it's literally past midnight where i am and i'm still not completely happy with it, but at least i finished it!)

It's getting dark out, the last glimmers of sunlight disappearing behind endless rows of snow-covered trees. The ground is pristinely powdered, not a single footprint marring the even surface. Everything is still out here.

Angela leans against the wooden railing of the back deck, admiring the landscape. Behind her is the sliding glass door that leads back into the cabin, cracked open enough for her to hear the loud "Come on’s!" and "Hell yeah’s!" of her friends.

She turn around for a brief second, observing how rowdy everyone is. Most of the Smosh cast and crew are squished together on the couch or floor. They’ve gathered around the TV and placed bets on the (very serious) Super Smash Bros tournament. A few are scattered throughout the open kitchen, chatting, laughing, and paying attention to the game with one ear.

The scene inside the cabin is bathed in the golden lamp light, cozy and familiar. But right now, that warmth is suffocating.

Angela’s glad that Ian and Anthony were able to finally pull this off. There had been whispers of bringing back Smosh Summer Games since the beginning of the year. But with the summer already packed full of different programming, the difficulties of finding a sponsor, and the sheer amount of pre-production required for a shoot of this scale, they ultimately decided it wouldn’t be feasible. Instead, they pivoted their efforts towards a revamped Smosh Winter Games, giving them more time to plan and elevate the event to the same caliber as Summer Games.

Based on the few days they've had already, Angela understands why Summer and Winter Games are so beloved by everyone. The games are insane, the rivalries are already forming, and every day, the stakes climb higher and higher.

Though, as much as Angela enjoys the constant excitement buzzing in the air, a lingering anxiety courses through her. She has yet to tell anyone the big news. At first, she convinced herself not to mention it yet because everyone was busy preparing for Winter Games. And now that they’re here in Big Bear, she’s created a new excuse to rationalize keeping this secret for even longer—she doesn’t want to detract from everyone relaxing and enjoying all their hard work by making herself the center of attention.

However, it’s been eating away at her. These days, the confession sits at the tip of her tongue, on the verge of slipping out anytime she has a conversation with someone.

She's snapped out of her thoughts when she hears the door squeakily roll open, forcing her back to the present moment. It's Amanda, with a drink in one hand and waving at her with the other. As she shuts the door, a cool breeze cuts through and Angela shivers a little.

Amanda notices. She picks up the throw blanket from the deck chair as she walks towards Angela, setting her mug down on the railing and wrapping the blanket around Angela's shoulders.

"Whatcha doing out here?" Amanda asks.

"Wondering how long it would take Shayne to find his way home if we blindfolded and dropped him off in the middle of the forest."

"What the hell?"

"He's a fan of Alone," Angela shrugs playfully.

"You're crazy," Amanda laughs.

Angela motions to the drink, "Hot cocoa?"

"With Baileys," she winks, "Tommy's making them."

Angela, still a little lost in thought, doesn’t respond, opting instead to envelop them in a comfortable silence. They both gaze out at the snowy landscape and stars twinkling up above. Angela can never see them from her apartment in Los Angeles; the light pollution always clouds her view. But out here, with Amanda standing next to her, everything is clear.

Whenever Amanda's by her side, something seems to shift in Angela. It's like Amanda's got this knack for quieting the chaos in her head. Everything, even the most tangled of thoughts, fall into place. She desperately wants to cling onto this peace, onto Amanda.

She wonders if she loves Amanda.

The idea shocks her a moment before she scoffs at it mentally. Of course she loves Amanda—she loves all her friends. She tells Arasha “I love you” when she hugs her before leaving the office, Chanse when he’s got her back, Courtney when they bring her food, and teases Shayne for chuckling uncomfortably when she tells him.

Yet, the longer she thinks about it, the more unsure she gets about grouping Amanda in with the rest of her friends. The more she realizes it’s different with Amanda. She doesn’t quite have the words to describe it, but she just knows. With every fit of uncontrollable laughter that’s got her falling into Amanda’s side, every glance exchanged while filming, and every burning touch, she just knows.

And then it clicks for Angela. It’s the thought of letting Smosh go, of letting Amanda go, that’s been scaring the living crap out of her.

Stunned by this sudden realization, she watches intently as Amanda sips her cocoa, who catches her staring and offers her a drink as well.

"Angela?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"About what?"

"Just stuff. Life stuff, you know?"

Amanda raises an eyebrow, concerned. "You seem a little off. Something on your mind?"

Angela hesitates. Once again, she can feel the words threatening to spill out of her. But this time, she doesn’t fight the urge. She wants to tell Amanda, wants her to tell her everything is going to be okay. That they’re going to be okay. She feels the alcohol start warm her system and takes a deep breath in, then out.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, baby.”

"No one else knows this yet, but I…booked a movie," she glances down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers.

Amanda gasps, her eyes widening in surprise and excitement. She nudges Angela with her shoulder, "Oh, my god! Congratulations, angel!"

"Thanks, Amanda."

"Am I allowed to know what project it is, or is it a Marvel-level secret?"

Angela still doesn't meet Amanda's eyes, "Um, it's, uh, an indie film that A24’s looking to produce."

"Holy. Shit. That's fucking insane! This is huge, Angela. I'm so proud of you!" Amanda wraps an arm around her friend to pull her in closer, but pauses when she feels her stiffen in her embrace.

"Alright, something’s up,” Amanda faces her and, with a bit more seriousness and concern, asks, “Is there something in the script that makes you uncomfortable? Because if so, you should go and talk to-.”

Angela cuts her off, “No, there’s not. Don’t worry.”

Amanda’s relieved, though she sees Angela still has a strange faraway look on her face, “Then why do you not seem happy about this role?”

"No, I'm…I'm happy about it," Angela sighs heavily and finally looks up, only to be met with Amanda's unconvinced expression, "I swear I am. It's just that…I'm leaving Smosh soon."

"I get it, you hate working with us," Amanda jokes.

Immediately backtracking, Angela quickly mutters, "No! It's not like that, I didn't mean it like that."

"Chill, Ang. I'm just messing with you," Amanda laughs at Angela smacking her arm.

“Shut up, I’m trying to be vulnerable right now.”

Amanda gestures for her to continue, her face softening in apology.

"There's a tiny part of me who wants to turn down the role, but that would be such a stupid move—I know I would regret it instantly. But every time I think about doing this movie, a wave of panic washes over me and I become paralyzed with dread.”

Amanda places her hand on Angela's back, rubbing huge circles to help soothe her, "It's okay to be scared. Change is just one of those experiences that never gets easier."

"No, it’s not that. It’s just-,” her voice gets smaller, “Amanda, promise me we'll stay in touch."

"Duh, Ang. It’s not like you'll never see us again. You'll probably get upgraded to Mari and Sarah status, always welcome to drop by and say 'hello.' Maybe even join us in a video or two if your busy new schedule will allow it."

“Things it won't be the same."

Amanda acquiesces, "No, it won't. But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing."

"I mean it, Amanda. I don’t want us to become those friends who never speak to each other after they stop working together. I don’t want to see your life through Instagram posts. You mean the world to me," Angela's voice cracks slightly, the tone of it so raw that it breaks Amanda’s heart.

Amanda reaches out and pulls Angela into a tight hug, "I promise you, Angela. Even when you’re super famous and walking down the Oscars red carpet, I’ll break in and chase you down just to tell you fart joke.

“You’re dumb,” Angela rolls her eyes, but sinks into her embrace and smiles.

“But I mean it. I love you endlessly, and I will always be here with you.”

Maybe this is what love truly is. Letting go when you want to hold on. Knowing that it’ll always return.

[reneesrapp]

Anything For You - Chapter 4

(Renee x you)

Your POV

Today was one of those Wednesdays that made Friday feel like it would never come. We were supposed to discharge 2 patients today, but one coded last night and the other was dealing with a foster placement issue, so therefore she had nobody to go home to.

The constant thoughts and emotions that came along with working in the NICU seemed trapped in my head as I was on my drive home. I was eventually pulled out of my spiral by seeing I had an incoming call from Renee.

"Hello?" I say tentatively, not sure why she was ringing me up. Since our date Sunday, we had been texting a lot, but neither of us had called. We were going to see eachother this weekend, so I was really hoping she wasn't cancelling on me.

"Hey! What's up?" She asks, the smile dripping from her voice. Butterflies immediately rose in my stomach at the energetic blonde on the other end of the line.

"Heading home from work. Ready for a heavy shower. What's up with you?" For some reason, just even knowing the singer was on the other end of the line made my day automatically feel worth it.

"I'm actually in your living room," she laughs lightly. I can't help but let out a confused laugh before Renee continues. "I was hoping that when you were showered you would wanna grab some dinner with me?" I can hear her nervousness as she talks, picturing the blonde biting her lip lightly.

"I would love to. After the day I had, you have no idea how great that would be," I admit, letting out a heavy breath. Getting to spend time with Renee washed away all of the troubles and difficulties I had been spiraling about. "I'll be home in 5."

"Ok great, I'll see you in a minute," she smiles, the line going dead quickly. I take a deep breath, trying not to let the butterflies turn to nerves as I got closer to my house.

As I drive down my street, I see a black Audi SUV parked in front of my house. Now seeing how nice of a car the blonde drove, I tried not to feel embarrassed about the beat up Subaru I get around in.

I wasn't insecure about a lot. I had worked through so much of that in high school and college, that I appreciated being confident in myself now that I'm a young adult.

Working a "normal job" and having an average income in LA really was difficult to ignore. I live with 4 corporate girlies and a full time influencer. They all are making money I will never see, and now I'm talking to a literal pop and movie star. I know that I make good money and work a very important job, but it can be hard when you see people around you buying cars double the price of what you have in your savings.

Pulling into my driveway, I decide to take a minute and re-do my ponytail. Last time I saw Renee after work, it was not the most flattering version of me, and now that we had a little thing going on, I wanted to look at least semi-put together.

I step out of Martha, slamming the door shut, groaning when it slowly opens back up. I slam it again, the black metal finally staying put. I slide my backpack over my shoulder, before walking up the driveway.

Trying to gain some anxious composure, I open my front door, seeing Renee, Jake, and Kennedi chatting on the couch, each with a glass of wine. "Hey, everyone," I smile, dropping my bag at the bottom of the stairs walking over to the back of the couch.

"Hey," Renee says softly, as I wrap my arms around her neck from behind, giving her a hug and placing a soft kiss on her temple. My roommates share a quick hello with me as well, knowing my attention was going to be on Renee anyway.

"Sorry if I smell like hospital," I mumble, Renee laughing. Everything felt so natural with her, as she placed her hands over mine and left me a soft kiss on the back of my left hand.

The blonde was in a pair of olive green cargoes and a cream colored hoodie, her hair falling over her shoulders. She had on cream and white dunks, her legs crossed as she leaned backwards into me.

"You're fine," she insists, her eyes dropping to my badge, hanging from my shirt pocket. She pulls it before I can secure it, smiling at the god-awful picture of me. "This is not what you look like."

"They wouldn't let me smile," I laugh, grabbing it back from her. "I'll be down in 20." I jog up the stairs with my bag, stripping as quickly as possible. I don't even wait for the shower to warm up before jumping in, the cold water sending a shock through my system.

It slowly warms up, allowing me to relax and fully wash off my day. I scrub my body down, loving the pine and sea salt aroma that filled the shower.

After washing my hair, I jump out of the shower drying off quickly and throwing my hair up in a tight bun. After moisturizing and adding deodorant, I try to pick an outfit that matched Nae's vibe without being the same outfit in different colors.

Over my black boxer briefs and black sports bra, I throw on a pair of straight leg blue jeans, an oversized white tee, with a forest green crew neck sweatshirt. I tug the bottom of the tee so that it sticks out, the hemline of the sweater sitting on the bottom of my hips.

I decide to toss on my Birkenstock Boston's with tall white Nike socks. I grab my phone and wallet before quickly heading downstairs. I see my date is now laughing loudly with Kennedi and Jake, the laughs of the friends ringing through the living room.

Renee turns towards me, looking me up and down, smiling when she meets my eyes. "I'm ready when you are," I say, the deep blue eyes staring into mine intensely. She bites her lip softly before standing up from my roommates.

"We're not done talking about this," she points to Jake, him putting his hands up in fake defense. She hugs my roommates quickly, thanking them for the drink, before coming over to me. "You look great," she smiles. I reach out my hand, the blonde intertwining our fingers easily. I open the front door for her, following closely behind her as we walk towards her car. I drop her hand, and walk a little faster so that I can open the driver's side door.

"You don't have to open every door for me," Renee laughs, standing now on my right side as I hold the door open. She places a hand on my hip, leaning forward and kissing my cheek. "Thank you."

"I don't have to, but I want to." I close the door, making sure I don't slam it as hard as I do Martha. I jog over to the passenger side, sliding into the car, immediately noticing how nice it was inside. I wanted to tell her how impressed I was with the car, but I didn't want to seem like an idiot. I notice the blonde is pulling up maps on her phone, as I buckle up.

I hold my hand out, waiting for the blonde to intertwine our fingers. She looks up, noticing I was waiting, a huge smile crossing her face. The singer squeezes my hand after pulling away from the curb. "You're so damn cute," she laughs, pulling my hand over to her lap. "Do you like Chinese food?"

"Absolutely. Jake buys that crazy expensive stuff, but I love all Chinese food, especially the $5 stuff from a local hole in the wall," I admit, Renee smiling at me before turning back to the road. "I'm a cheap date."

"I know you're fine with something cheap, but you're worth a lot more than that," she says quietly. I can't tell if her eyes are stuck on the road or if she was too nervous to look at me. "We're gonna get some take-out Chinese, and head to the drive-in," Renee says, turning to look at me as we are at a stop light. "And I'll have you home by 1 so you can actually sleep."

I laugh, letting go of Renee's hand and placing it on her upper thigh, running my thumb over the fabric lightly. She puts her right hand down, as we head towards dinner.

The drive was nice, our chemistry continuing as the conversation never seems to end. Renee had been in rehearsals all day for her upcoming tour. I think both of us were trying not to think about it, as this connection is so new and we had no idea what we were going to do for those 7 weeks.

Renee pulls into curbside pick-up of the Chinese restaurant, putting the incredibly expensive vehicle into park. I can't help but stare at the beautiful blonde sitting next to me. She quickly comes up to meet my eyes, smiling bashfully. I look down at her full pink lips, the singer biting the flesh softly, the smile continuing to grace her features.

I lean forward, connecting our lips gently, Renee immediately moving her left hand up to cup my cheek. Our lips move together slowly, both of us clearly waiting for this over the past few days, wishing the arm rest between us would disappear.

Before I can deepen the kiss, there's a knock on the window, causing both of us to jump apart. Renee rolls down the window, thanking the restaurant worker as she takes the paper bag through the window.

"Oh my god, you're Renee Rapp," the black-haired girl blushes. "I'm a really big fan, I've seen you 3 times."

"Hey, babe, it's nice to meet you." Renee immediately sits up straight, smiling at her. "Thank you for the support. Here, let me hop out, and we can take a picture."

Renee gets out of the car, giving the girl a hug. The two of them take a few selfies, and I can't help but feel slightly awkward in the passenger seat. I've been with Jake when he has been noticed, but I've never been in such a compromising position with Jake when someone approaches him.

After a few minutes of chatting, Renee climbs in the car, waiving to the teenager as we pull away. She looks at me, and I let out a small awkward laugh. "I'm sure you're used to it, but I'm sorry I'm so awkward," I say quietly, Renee interlacing our fingers again. She squeezes my hand reassuringly before breaking the silence.

"No, you're not awkward. That whole thing was awkward. We were mid kiss and she was a minor," the blonde laughs, running her thumb over the back of my hand. "I'm just hoping she doesn't post anything about how she found us..."

As it was only our second date, third time ever seeing each other, a bridge we had definitely not crossed was how to go public if we ended up together. Because that's something famous people have to do.

"Yeah, I'm sorry if that gets out. I shouldn't have kissed you," I mumble, playing with the pop star's fingers nervously.

"Yes you should have. It's just par for the course. Whatever happens, happens," Renee says adamantly. In this moment, I felt smaller than the girl to my left. In this area, I was so clueless and had no idea how to approach things or what to do. She wasn't making me feel inadequate, it was just all new to me.

The rest of the drive was silent, both of us just sitting and listening to the quiet hum of the radio. We pull into the drive-in, Renee parking the car a few rows back smack in the middle.

"I hope that didn't make things weird. I know that's not a common situation for you, and it's also not a conversation we've had." Renee was looking at me with an unreadable expression.

"It didn't make things weird," I say honestly, Renee's body visibly relaxing. I smile softly before continuing. "It was just soon for things to happen, and since I don't live in the public eye, it's been taking some getting used to."

Renee nods understandingly, rubbing her thumb over my cheek softly. She leans forward, placing a soft kiss on lips, before pulling away.

"Alright, let's eat. I haven't eaten since breakfast," I laugh, breaking the silence. Renee smiles, pulling the food out of the back seat.

The movie wasn't set to start for another half hour, so Renee and I eat before turning the car around. She was asking about my day, and I avoided some of the more difficult details that I knew she would have a harder time with.

We also finally talked a bit about home, and I explained that I was from Maine without getting into a lot about my family. I was feeling comfortable enough with her to broach the subject of my home life without fully opening up. It's not that I was ashamed, but I've dealt with a lot of interesting responses about my family out here in LA, even though I never saw us as unique until leaving "Vacationland".

After finishing our food, Renee turns her car around, and opens the trunk. I can't but let out a laugh, Renee smiling at me as well. "Where did you get an idea like this?" I tease, Renee shoving me lightly.

She had filled the trunk with blankets and pillows and had fairy lights trailed along where the wall met the bottom of the trunk. I climb in, leaning against the back seats, adjusting the pillows and blankets as Renee sat next to me.

"Let me get comfy," I smile, taking my damp hair out of the hair tie, shaking my hair out. Renee smiles, climbing in after me, sitting on my right. She was not shy in this moment and positioned herself right next to me, squishing her face up as she smiles at me. "Thank you for doing all this," I mumble, tucking some loose hair behind her ear.

"Of course, thank you for being flexible and joining me." With Renee sitting on my right side, I put my arm around her, pulling her closer. She settles her head on my shoulder as the movie starts. I kiss the top of her head, and she looks up at me with a smile.

She pushes on the back of my nape lightly to connect our lips softly, goosebumps appearing on my skin instantly. The singer pulls away, laying back on my shoulder. She intertwines my right hand and her left, both of us relaxing into this position.

Watching Ghostbusters here with Renee felt so natural and easy. We changed positions multiple times throughout the movie, having small conversations, laughing and making jokes throughout.

We were now laying on our stomachs, our feet against the back seats, my arm sitting on Renee's waist. I had moved my hand under the hem of her shirt, and was rubbing the soft skin lightly, resting my chin on my left hand.

As the movie ends, Renee rolls over onto her back, yawning and stretching. "You're cute," I laugh, pulling on the singer's opposite hip so she's under me. She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck. I prop myself up on my elbow, Renee scratching the back of my neck softly. "Thank you for tonight."

"You don't have to keep thanking me. I had a good time, and I was really happy to see you," she smiles, looking down at my lips. By this point, I know what the singer is looking for so I lean forward, capturing her bottom lip between mine.

The blonde tightens her arms around my neck, our lips moving together more quickly now. I can feel my arousal growing between my legs, trying to keep my composure and take things slow with Renee. She tugs me over her body, and I settle between her legs, our lips not breaking.

I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth, the blonde moaning softly as she pushes her hips up into mine. I push my right hand farther up her shirt, settling on her ribs, rubbing my thumb over the skin. I can feel goosebumps under my touch, smiling against the pop star's lips.

I prop myself up on my left hand, breaking my kiss with the blonde. "Is this okay? I don't want to move too fast," I say softly, Renee's cheeks flushed and her eyes now a hooded dark blue. A gentle smile crossed her features as she nods slightly.

"Thank you for checking," she mumbles, reconnecting our lips, immediately deepening it. I can't help but my push my hips into hers as her tongue enters my mouth.

I reach my hand up, cupping her breast softly, starting to massage the mound covered by a bra. Renee moans into my mouth, retracting her tongue, our mouths moving together feverishly.

She disconnects our lips, placing her hand on the back of my head, pushing me towards my right. The blonde simultaneously turns her face to my left, leaving her gorgeous neck exposed for me.

"You're so beautiful," I mumble, leaving small kisses along her jaw line, Renee smiling as she moves her right hand from my neck to scratch the back of my head lightly. Her left hand is moving around my back, scratching, rubbing, and tugging on my shirt.

I kiss up her jawline until I reach her earlobe, nibbling on the soft skin gently, squeezing the full breast that fills up my right hand. The blonde wraps her left arm around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. I can't help but let out a shaky breath as I start leaving hot wet kisses down the older girl's neck.

Renee is writhing under me, letting out heavy breaths as I work her neck and chest at the same time. I lightly nibble on the bottom of her neck, near her collar bone, before she tugs on my roots, pulling my head up and back, a serious look on her face. I smirk when I make eye contact, the blonde not cracking.

"No. Marks," she says pointedly, letting go of my hair. I nod, reconnecting our lips quickly. I move both of my hands down to her ass, pulling her hips closer to mine. Renee moans softly as I squeeze, pushing my hips into hers. "Close the trunk," she mumbles against my lips, smirking as she cups my cheeks. I kiss her again, sitting back into a kneel position.

I'm about to close the trunk before an alarm goes off, the screen flashing bright red and white. "Anyone who is still here, you have five minutes to leave before we tow." The static of the speaker rings loud and clear, both Renee and I groaning. I look down at her, both us not being able to hold in a laugh.

"Is this like the universe or something? First Yaya, now this," the blonde giggles, rolling out from under me. I let out a deep breath, running a hand through my hair, trying to compose myself before climbing out of the trunk. Renee kisses me lightly before heading towards the front of her car. I break out into a run to get ahead of her, pulling the door open for the blonde. She laughs loudly, rolling her eyes at me. "Thank you, baby." The nickname rolls off her tongue effortlessly, Renee looking at me with wide eyes.

"No problem, baby," I tease back, closing the door behind my date. I didn't want the blonde to be uncomfortable by the slip, especially because it felt so natural to both of us. I close the trunk before climbing into the passenger seat.

A/n: thank you again to everyone who is reading, leaving comments, and likes. I'm loving this so far, and hope you all are as well!

[heartsfromjeanee]

Drunken Love

Jack Russell x Reader

Summary: After a night of drinking with a new friend, Jack comes home after having more to drink than he could handle, and you take care of him A/N: I had just recently watched this short film (even though it came out in October oops) and I let me just say Jack is definitely going to be my new hyper fixated character along with Moonknight now

You were buried up in a blanket on your couch while hallmark movies played on the TV. You let out a soft sigh and glanced at the clock. 12:51 AM. You didn’t know why you were worrying so much. Jack had told you he was going out for drinks with his new friend…Jake was it? You could’ve sworn he said a Steven as well, but you couldn’t recall. You knew he was fine, but it was such a cold night and all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your boyfriend.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Your head perked up from where you were laying at the sudden noise.

“Amooooor? ¿Estás aquí? Mi Amoooooorrrrr”

You could hear his slurred call from behind the door and you could instantly tell that your boyfriend way overestimated his drinking tolerance. You got up from the couch and quickly went to open the door to reveal Jack, who stunk of alcohol. His face lit up into a bright smile at the sight of you.

“Amor!” Jack exclaimed. His arms swung out wrapped them around your waist while his head took its usual spot it the crook of your neck. You could hear him inhale you sent and let out a satisfied hum. “You smell so sweeeeet mi amor, me encanta tanto.” He slurred into your neck.

While he clung onto you, he managed to close the door behind the both of you and lead him to the living room, where you had been laying moment ago.

“Honey how much have you had to drink?” You questioned curiously as you sat the both of you down. Jack began to place soft kisses on your neck mummering incoherent words as he trailed the kisses down to your chest. “Jack,” you placed a hand under his chin and removed his lips away from you skin so you could lift his head up to look at his face, “how much did you drink?”

“Mmmm Jake changed me to a drinking game at the bar…I, I definently beat him but he says he won.” Jack said with a slight pout, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. You ran your free hand through his salt and pepper colored hair and gave him a little scratch behind his ear, making his eyes flutter close with pleasure.

You leaned you lips to his forehead and placed a kiss upon it before declaring, “Jack I’m going to get you some water to drink and then we are both going to bed, you’re going to be exhausted in the morning. Stay here, okay?” You got up and began walking over to the kitchen. Though as you entered the room, you heard footsteps trail behind you. You turned your head to see Jack stumbling your way trying to catch up with you. “Honey why didn’t you stay on the couch?”

Jack was once again sliding his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. “I missed you.”

“It’s been literally 10 seconds.”

“No, you left me on the couch forever.”

“If you say so sweetheart.” You shook your head and smiled to yourself. Carefully, you dragged Jack with you to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. Then, you maneuvered over to the sink and filled the glass up with water.

“Okay time to go to the bedroom, love.” You said as Jack stayed attached to you as you led him around.

“Oooo amor those are my favorite words~” Jack whispered into your ear, and you rolled your eyes.

“Not tonight, Jack.” You scolded as you brought the both of you into your bedroom. You leaned toward the nightstand to place down the water before forcefully detaching Jack from yourself so you could get him onto the bed. You sat him up against the headboard and while you turned to grab the water, he began to take off his shirt.

“It’s too hot in here.” He whined while struggling to get his shirt over his head. Once he finally got it off, you moved the cup of water to his mouth.

“C’mon love you need to drink up. It will cool you off.” Thankfully, Jack listened to your instructions, taking a few gulps out of the glass you held for him. When finished, you placed the glass back onto the table where it was before, next to the bottle of aspirin you left there for the morning. You yawned as you walked over to the other side of the bed while Jack fumbled off his belt and pants.

You climbed into the bed and situated yourself under the covers, Jack following suit. He was quick to curl up into you, placing his head in the crook of your neck just as he had done before. Once again, he had been mummering sweet nothings to you as he kissed your neck. It only took a few more minutes before the kisses stopped and soft snores filled the room.

“Buenas noches, mi amor.” You whispered before letting yourself drift off into a peaceful sleep as well.

[pervysenpaix]

Bestfriends| MHA X BlackFemReader

Hi Besties ! I was in a writing mood but, I didn't feel like messing with my current WIP because ✨procrastination✨, so here are some cute, maybe NSFW headcannons/scenarios about the boys reacting to their bestfriend(who they have a crush on) being at their place when they get home from a stressful day! This is literally my fingers moving faster than my brain, so bare with me if it's awful lol.

Warning NSFW (18+) Content| Viewer Discretion Advised

oral sex

fingering

foul language

mentions of blood

penetration (?) - idk, haven't written it yet.

Aged up/ ProHero characters

ProHero! Deku

You met when you transferred into the support course during your second year, he was always coming in to discuss changes in his costume design and the two of you just clicked. It went from casual greetings in the hallways to movie marathons on the weekends.

Whenever he'd go on school missions you'd hug him so tight, lecturing him to be careful. "I'll be fine, (n/n)" he'd blush, but he'd nuzzle against your neck before saying his final goodbyes.

Your protectiveness continued well into adulthood, when he was a full fledged Pro Hero. Always hovering and fussing over him, threatening to jump in if he was ever in trouble. He never complained about you babying him, though. He loved that you cared.

People found your dynamic hilarious, this big ole' man being lead around by little old you. Hanging on to your every word like a puppy. He was enamored with you, but for the sake of your friendship he never mentioned it.

Izuku was dead tired, the day had been brutal. He'd fought several villains, ended up in a hostage situation and fell off a roof. Blood and grit clung to his skin and hero costume. He was desperate to get to his hot shower and warm bed.

Walking through the door, he heard a random R&B song playing over the stereo and smelled fresh baked cookies. That could only mean one thing. She's home, he thought, smiling to himself as he made his way into the living room. Izuku had given you a spare key for emergency's but you honestly you used it whenever you were feeling bored. He didn't mind, he loved seeing you when he made it home.

"(Y/N). I'm home." he called out, kicking his shoes of near the couch. He started to worry when you didn't respond immediately but relaxed when he heard running water. Izuku trudged down the hallway, rolling his neck and stretching his sore muscles along the way. "Puppy. It's me." he knocked twice and cracked the door open, smiling when your bonnet covered head peaked through the frosted glass door.

"Oh my god, Izu! What the hell happened?" He chuckled to himself, not even five minutes into the house and he found himself on the receiving end of one of your lectures. "I had a rough day. Fucking tired." he groaned and you flinched at his words. Izuku rarely cursed, so he must be feeling pretty bad. "You almost done? I'm gross." he peeled off his hero costume, too exhausted to feel bashful. It's not like you've never seen him in his underwear before, you're his bestfriend.

"Friend" he mumbled, rolling his eyes. On days like this it was hard for him to hide his true feelings. All he wanted was to pull you into his arms and kiss the stress away. "I just got in but, I'll get out- "No, no. I'm gonna get in with you."

Before you could protest his was sliding the door open and pushing himself inside 🌚. "Izu!" you screeched, covering your breasts with your hands. It was counterproductive because it pushed them up nicely and gave him a nice view of your puffy cunt. Was she touching her self? he quirked a brow, but shook the thought off "I'm tired. I didn't want to wait anymore". That statement was pretty loaded considering the current situation and his feelings about your relationship. "Just this once, please" he pouted, handing you his sponge and body wash.

With a sigh, you took the items and began pampering your friend, being sure to nag him simultaneously. He couldn't care less, too caught up in the way your fingernails felt scratching his scalp or your soapy hands running across his skin. He didn't even realize you were crying until your voice broke.

"I know you can take care of yourself but, I still worry." you paused, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades and wrapping your arms around his torso. He hummed, rolling his head back and covering your hands with his own, it felt good being with you like this. Nothing could ruin this moment. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Izu. You're my bestfriend."

That did it.

In a flash he had you pinned against the shower wall with your legs wrapped around his waist and his face buried in your neck. "Look at us right now, (Y/N). Is this what bestfriends feel like ?" You felt his tip slide through your folds, picking up the slick that had been accumulating since he'd first gotten in the shower. "i-Izu ?" you stammer, and he pulls back to watch your face as he teases your entrance. "I don't want to be friends anymore, puppy." Your mouth falls open when he starts to push in, splitting you open on his enormous ✨cock✨ and he takes this opportunity to pull you into a bruising kiss.

"We should be lovers instead."

ProHero! Red Riot

The two of you met in the drugstore one day when he was looking for hairdye. The store was out of his usual brand and he didn't know which one would be closest to Radiant Ruby. So he was staring at the boxes having an internal meltdown. Dark roots are not manly.

"Try Very Vermillion, the undertone is different but its the same shade. If you just touch up the roots you can barely tell the difference." Your soft voice caught his attention, and then your bright smile and similarly dyed hair. It was a deeper red than his and it went well with your (l/d) brown skin. "Thanks, cutie. I really appreciate it." he pulled down his shades and winked, enough to make most ladies swoon but you just smirked back. "No problem, Mr. Riot."

"How'd ya know it was me?" he asked, following you down the aisle. He was shocked, it seemed like a pretty good disguise when he left in the morning. "Kinda had to mistake a killer smile like that" you winked, and the blush that grew on his cheeks was enough to put Radiant Ruby out of business for good. "Can I get your name?" he asked, red eyes never leaving your figure as you checked out. He thought he was being stealthy but you noticed. "(Y/N). How about you get me lunch too?"

Henceforth, you were inseparable.

"Yo, Ei. Where's your twin?" Katsuki teased, referencing your similar hair color and the fact that you were always wearing his merch. He called you his "mini me", which is true since he's a freaking giant. "I'm on my way to her place now!" he beamed, "she promised to make me some American food!" He loved when you cooked for him. One of his favorite pass times was watching you move around the kitchen, whipping up different dishes for him to try. "Tch, you two idiots should just make it official already." Katsuki huffed, nudging his friend who was smiling at his phone. Probably because you'd sent him an "adorable" photo wearing some new merch you picked up. "Nah, she's way too good for me." he'd smile sadly, stuffing his phone, and his feelings, in his back pocket.

You were putting the brownies in the oven when you heard the front door open. "I'm in the kitchen, Red !" you called, eager to see his expression when he saw the spread that you'd prepared for him.

Pro Hero! Red Riot had won a major victory today after an intense battle with some huge villain downtown. It was all over the news. He smiled and waved at the cameras, because it was the manly thing to do, but you could see that he was wore out. You wanted to do something special, so you prepared all his favorite foods. Fried chicken, Cajun steak alfredo, meat buns, and brownies for dessert. The man could eat.

"Hey pebble. What are you- wow ! What's all this ?" he smiled brightly as he entered the kitchen, tossing his mask on the counter and reaching for a piece of chicken. "Aht Aht!" you smacked his hand with a wooden spoon, "wash your hands first. You're filthy". He pouted but complied.

"What's the special occasion?" he asked, watching you fix him a heaping plate of food.

"I saw your fight on the news. You did so good, big guy!" You pinched his flushed cheeks and gave a knowing smirk. Eijiro may seem overly confident but he's actually pretty insecure sometimes; you're constantly reassuring him, being sure to remind him how great he is and how lucky you are to have him. It was fun for you because you liked how giddy he'd get after a few compliments. His praise kink goes crazy.

"(Y/N)- , stopp" he whined, but made no real effort to escape your grasp. "Why would I? You're the best, Riot. So big, and strong and manly." His cheeks were super red now and chewing on his lip.

Loose strands of hair fell into his eyes and you brushed them behind his ear . "(Y/N)" he whispered, you were so close and your words had his heart racing. "So brave. So kind." The game you were playing faded away as you gazed up at him. "So pretty." Your fingers traced the lines of his face, his cheeks, his nose, his lips. "You're so pretty, Red."

His resolve snapped. Trapping you between his arms, he bent down and pressed your lips together. An explorative action, kind of testing the waters. He pulled back and rubbed his nose against yours.

"I think you're pretty too."

One thing led to another and now you're sprawled out on the kitchen counter while his thick tongue swirls around your swollen clit with two fingers in your cunt and his thumb in your asshole. When your pussy contracts around your digits and you cum screaming his name, he licks the slick off his fingers and goes back down for seconds.

The man loves to eat.

ProHero! Mindbreak

The two of you met when he came into your new coffee shop in downtown Tokyo.

"Just a large black coffee, extra sweet, with a squirt of chocolate" he sighed, placing his card on the counter and rubbing his eyes. He looked miserable so you decided to cheer him up, or at least try to. "Wow, are you ordering a drink or me?" you giggled, a sickeningly sweet bubbly sound. It made him want to puke. "I don't think I could stomach both." he deadpanned. Ouch.

Too stunned to speak, you walked off and busied yourself with his order. "Nice going, Hitoshi. You hurt the airhead's feelings." he mumbled to himself, watching you pout and chew at your lip. He thought you were kind of cute. At least if you were into chunky little bimbos, which he definitely was.

"Sorry about that" he said as you handed him the cup, "hero stuff". "S'Okay!" You giggled again and leaned forward against the counter, flashing him a nice view of your tits. What a little ditz he thought, eyeing you as he took a sip. "Oh wow" he blinked, "this is the best coffee I've ever had". The smile that you gave him was so bright, he almost regretting telling you. It was way too early for this. "Great!" you chirp. sliding his card back to him. "It's on the house. A small thank you keeping the city safe, Mr. Hero."

Now he was too stunned to speak. He wasn't used to people being so nice to him; most folks were intimated by his quirk or his resting bitch face. It didn't bother you though. He mumbled a "thanks" and headed towards the door. "Come back and see us now." Hitoshi raised his cup and nodded, he'd definitely be returning.

He came in the same time everyday, ready to be met with the aroma of coffee and your smiling face. It got to the point that you had it waiting for him before he even made it to the counter. If it wasn't busy, you'd sit at a small table chat; well you'd do most of the talking. Hitoshi would just sip his drink quietly and listen to you ramble on about whatever ditzy thoughts were swirling in your cute little head.

"I don't that's what it means, sweetheart." He'd smirk whenever you misunderstood something. He loved the little face you'd make when you were confused. Your nose would scrunch up and the dimples in your chubby cheeks would pop out. "But 'Toshi, he specifically said 'those buns look delicious' don't you think they look good?" you pouted, pointing towards the freshly baked pastries. The perv was clearly talking about the way your round ass jiggled in that cute little mini skirt when you reached for something high on the shelf, but you didn't need to know that. "They look amazing, sweetheart. I'll take two."

Nothing particularly bad happened during Hitoshi's shift. He was just fucking exhausted. He'd been working the night shift for the past three weeks with no off day. You'd seen how worn out his was so you stopped by his house sometimes to make sure he was taken care off himself. You knew he kept a spare key above his doorframe, so you just let yourself in.

"Welcome home, Toshi !" you greeted him at the door wearing nothing but one of his muscle shirts. What in the actual fuck? "My clothes got wet when I was cleaning so I just grabbed one of your shirts while they dry. I hope you don't mind." Why would he mind when you were wearing the smallest shirt he owned and it fit your soft curves perfectly. You weren't even wearing a bra, round tits spilling out the sides whenever you moved your arms. And did you say you cleaned? He looked around and the place was spotless, hell you even fed his cat. Could you be anymore perfect?

"Thank you, sweetheart" He pulled you into a tight hug, pressing his body against yours and nuzzling against your neck. You always smelled so good. Like coffee and chocolate. "Thanks for what?" you giggled as you rubbed his back. "For everything" he mumbled and you scoffed, "I'd do anything for you, Toshi. It's no big deal." Hitoshi pulled back and looked down at you, "Anything?".

"Of course I would. I love you, silly."

"C'mere", Hitoshi picked you up and laid you on the couch, you were startled and confusion and you watched him curiously when he laid on top of you and pushed his face between your boobs. "I love you, too" he murmured, pulling the fabric to the side with his teeth and popping your nipple into his mouth.

"T-toshi!" you gasped, grinding up against him but he held your hips down. He flicked his tongue against the bud and pulled off with a *pop*, "You'd do anything for me, right?" One finger swirled around your nipple, while the other slid up your thigh and onto you clothed pussy. "Y-yes" you whimpered, taking a shaky breath when his finger snaked under your lacy panties and into your waiting cunt.

"Be mines."

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𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝐼𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓈 𝒜 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

“She was there…I swear she was.”

Keigo Takami X Female Reader

One-Shot

Minors do not interact. 18+

Unedited, I’m very sorry about that.

Content: Mentions of past relationship, dream walking, nsfw, dreams, hawks believes he sees his ex-girlfriend, open ended ending, smut, adult language, sex, trigger warnings, etc.

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It was just another night, crispy air surrounded Keigo as he made his way back to his penthouse. Back, wings, arm, legs…anything that could be sore and tired was. With a loud huff, he slid open the sliding glass door. Shimming his way through before taking in his now barren looking living room.

It actually sadden his soul, even though it’d been months…he still missed your presence. The scent of your vanilla perfume floating around your once shared space, and the way you beamed at him when he finally was able to come home. He wasn’t even sure he should still be this upset, one day you were here then the next gone. Never getting an explanation as to why you left.

With an even deeper sigh, he kicked his boots off. Shrugged off his jacket, throwing it over the couch before sulking off to the bathroom. Maybe an extremely cold shower will shake him out of the mood. Even though he knew it wouldn’t. He had become so accustomed to putting the water hotter than hell itself for you that it just came naturally once he started the shower.

A defeated chuckle left his lips, remembering how many times you’d both bicker over the temperature. Thinking how silly it all was now, how silly he was that he couldn’t just let you want to melt both your skin off with the heat. He remembered the little pout everytime on your adorable features when he even attempted to turn it cooler. Saying something along the lines of how your quirk didn’t keep you warm like his wings do for him. He always liked to play over that look on your face anytime he went into a too hot shower.

Exiting the bathroom now, he finally decided enough with these pesky emotions. Sleep will make it better, sleep always made things better for him. He can get lost in whatever his mind comes up with. Losing his towel that sat low on his hips, he planted himself flat on his stomach. Wispy hairs all over his pillow as slept took over his body.

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Keigo blinked his eyes open, furrowing his brows. A dreamless night? That was new, even for him. A groan slipping from his lips, he turned himself to his back. Staring up at his ceiling fan, watching the blades turn ever so slowly until a giggle graced his ears. He shot himself upright, he knew that giggle anywhere. When his eyes finally adjusted to the dim room, he saw you.

There you were, standing near the corner of his bedroom. Your bright eyes piercing through the darkness to lock onto his golden ones. Hair cascading down your back into a low ponytail just how you used to wear it. Not to mention the lack of clothing not snugging your amazing body.

Another beautiful giggle slipped from your throat before tilting your head. “Miss me, pretty bird?” The nickname you dubbed him many moons ago, it was music to his ears. You were artwork to his eyes. All he could do is sit there, in all his glory staring back at you with his mouth hanging open. Why were you back? You had quiet literally fallen off the face of the earth. No one had heard from you. But now here you are, standing naked in his room.

“Keigo…are you not happy to see me?” Your voice almost sounded innocent, maybe a little timid. You started toward, light on your toes as you came up on your knees at the foot of the bed.

Keigo couldn’t help but look over your body, your perfect skin. How your nipples hardened in the cool air of the room, or how your thighs looked so plush pushed together as your knees touched. He felt arousal build in his stomach, it tingled all the way down to his cock. The throb couldn’t be ignored, trying to push his lewd thoughts out of his mind to try and speak.

“Y/N…what- what are you doing here?” His voice almost sounded foreign to himself. It rang in his ears, made him flush from cheek to cheek. “You’ve been missing? Everyone went looking for you…why are you here?” He couldn’t wrap his head around this, he also couldn’t understand how he didn’t feel you come inside. He lays his feather out everywhere through his penthouse…he would have felt you come inside.

You sort of just sighed, looking over him before your eyes peered down at his hardening erection before trailing them back up to his face. “I’m missing, Keigo? Why haven’t you found me yet?” You felt forward onto your palms, crawling your way up to him. You could physically see his body freeze, almost like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Finally you sat perfectly on his lap, thighs caging him down. “Won’t you come find me?” You whispered this time, leaning forward to press your bare chest to his.

“Find you? But you’re here…here with me.” He whispered back, thinking this was just some game you decided to play. He hesitated to touch you, handing coming up before balling into fists. “You left me…without a word.” There was a little venom in that sentence, hurt flashing in his eyes. He felt you reach down, grabbing his hands to place them on your hips. You were here, he could feel your skin under his. In his palms, giving you a soft squeeze.

“I’ll never leave you again…never.” You whispered back, leaning forward to press your lips to his. That’s when the restraint Keigo was holding in finally snapped. He gripped you tighter, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Sweet, you taste sweet. Like cream and strawberries on his tongue, it was intoxicating. Your vanilla scent filled the room as Keigo broke the kiss off. Moving to plant kisses down your neck.

"Never fucking again..." He murmurs against your skin, lifting your hips up ever so slightly. Letting the head of his cock brush against your slick folds. The physical shutter you felt come out of him was something out of this world. How wet you were melted all of Keigo's fears away. This was no dream, you were here. In his arms, about to sit pretty on his cock. Bringing you down slowly, he split you in two. He wasn't sure if it was from how long it's been since he's had sex or that this was just the power you had over him, but he felt like he was hit by a truck of lust.

With every drag of his cock, your walls tightened around him. Sucking him in deeper and deeper. Your warm walls felt like heaven, at least the closest thing he was ever going to get that would resemble heaven. He looked up, watching the pleasure take over your irises. Watching your head fall back and be lost in the feeling of his touch. He wanted to savor this moment, replay it in his mind over and over again until the day he dies.

The way your slick cunt was moving up and down on him was breathtaking. So he gripped you tighter, deciding to thrust up into you with long and calculated strokes. Bringing you all the way down to his base, his head bullying its way against your cervix. If he died right now? He would be the happiest man that ever did walk this plain of life. The feeling of your nails digging crescent marks into his tanned skin was enough to drive him wild.

As you bounced up and down his cock, he let one of his feathers pluck itself out of his wings. Spreading them wide as that little feather slipped in between you both. Until it reached your clit, pressing teasingly slow circles against that extra sensitive spot of yours. The surprised moan that you let out brought a cheeky smirk to his lips.

"That's it baby...lose yourself on my cock. Fucking cum...make a goddamn mess...Y/N...fuck-" He moaned out loudly, thrusting up into you with a brutal pace. It was enough to make you see the stars in the sky, and feel every nerve in your body ignite.

As you cried out a gurgled mix of fuck and his name, you came undone on his cock. Your slick dripping down his cock, red marks deepened into his skin before your walls squeezed with all their power around his cock. A gasp left his lips, making him thrust even harder into you before sputtering out moan after moan.

"Fuck-FUCK...gonna cum...shit- baby bird I am going to fucking cum...can I-" Before he could even finish that sentence, you locked lips with him one last time. Not giving him any room to pull out of your already dripping cunt.

Feeling his whole body shake, he pulled you tight against his chest. Painting your walls white before finally breaking from your crushing kiss. His breathing was heavy, the room smelt like sex, and his vision was blurred. You leaned in, letting your lips just brush the shell of his ear.

"Keigo...I need you to wake up."

Suddenly, Keigo's eyes shot open. Sitting himself upright to take a survey of the room. The room smelt like clean sheets, with the underline smell of musk. His body felt hot, while the sticky feeling of his spent tickled his torso. Looking to the side of the bed that was once yours, you were still not there. Was it all a dream? It couldn't have been, he felt you in his hands, against his skin, and on his cock.

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The next day, he returned to work as normal. However, your imagine was gnawing at the back of his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling of you. As he sat at his desk, mulling over what he should do...an old friend decided to stop by.

Endeavor came stomping through his door, disappointment gracing his features as he looked at the Number Two Hero "relaxing" at his desk. His fire flared, slamming a hand onto the desk to get Keigo's attention.

"Hawks! How dare you sit around and do nothing. Shouldn't you be out on patrol." Like Endeavor had any right coming into Keigo's agency and yelling at him as if he was a sidekick. Keigo just glared at him, something that rarely came from the calm and cool winged hero.

"Y/H/N-" He started to say, getting a cocked eyebrow from the flaming hero. "She came to my house last night...she was there...I swear she was...standing in my room. In my bed-" Keigo cut himself off before finally making eye contact with Endeavor.

However, the flamed hero said nothing. He looked over at Keigo before motioning him to follow. Now the winged hero was raising a brow, lifting himself up to follow the Number One Hero out onto the balcony.

Once they were both finally outside, Endeavor let out a heavy sigh. "When Y/H/N first went missing, I sent out a sidekick to do some digging." This surprised Keigo, everyone had given up trying to find you. Even he himself had just given up, believing that you just didn't want to be found.

Endeavor handed a packet to Keigo, telling him to open it. What was inside it? Damn near made his heart stop. It was your cracked cellphone, with one half-typed text message that was never sent. It was to Keigo's personal cellphone number.

"I need help, LoV is after me. Dabi foun-"

Keigo looked at Endeavor, his fist gripping the cell phone tight. The rage in his eyes could stop anyone in their tracks. "Y/N- said to me that I need to find her. I thought it was real...but she came to me in a dream. She isn't missing, she's been taken."