#it was driving me crazy so I got up to make this

[syluss-littlecrow]

night of secrecy

<Sylus x fem!reader>

the extension of Nights of Secrecy card by syluss-littlecrow ♥️

warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, steamy fucking, pussy eating, overstimulation, orgasms for sure, Sylus should be a whole ass warning by himself!, extension scenes for LADS card, canon events (TO ME!!!),

a/n: I'm back!!! At least for now... Also happy new year my little crows. I apologise for the extreme inactivity. Life caught me by the throat and flung me unfortunately not into Sylus's arms 😔🙏🏻 nonetheless, I was the happiest person on earth when we finally, FINALLY, got a spicy card for Sylus!! It was... WOO. definitely needed to extend the in-between scenes because thats what I wanted and y'all are suffering with me. Love you all as always and take care ♥️ also! Please give me a while to go through my inbox!! I'll try to answer your messages as much as I can! 🙏🏻

w/c: 2.8K

“Looks like we’re on the same page on not wanting to waste time.” 

His voice pulled your attention back to him. You watch the way his eyes are pretty much devouring you whole, and you've suddenly forgotten what he tastes like. And obviously, you’re ready to go in for seconds.

Your mind is slowly clouding from the desire seeping into your veins. The intensity of Sylus’s gaze on you suddenly dawn's onto you and you're briefly distracted by the snow pattering against the windows, your gaze grazing the midnight sky with snow looking like glitter, dousing the whole area outside of the warmth you're enveloped in.

Before you realise it, Sylus snaps your attention back to him. 

Your eyes are back on him, and the way he's staring right into you sends you fucking shivers. 

“Don't get distracted at a time like this, kitten.” 

Your hands wrap around his neck and you yank him closer, not missing the way Sylus’s eyes widen for a split second before he’s tasting you again.

God, you taste so fucking good.

The kisses grow deeper and more desperate, just like the first round on the couch, but this time, Sylus wants to make sure he's the one eating you whole. You let soft moans slip out between exchanging tastes, and you hear Sylus take a deep inhale. He’s got his weight pressed onto you, but he's trying not to crush you, and you feel his thick cock pressing hard against the inner of your thigh.

Who's gonna drive who crazy first? 

The silk bedding beneath you only grows warmer, completely taken over the heat both of you are emitting.  

“No looking.” 

His palm blocks your vision, shutting off your sight, the intensity of your other senses slowly setting ablaze. 

His kisses are relentless, sprinkled with soft bites along your bottom lip. His fingers find yours on the bed, tightening your grip, his moans and breathing growing in intensity against your lips. You want to keep this sensation and him in a jar and lock it up forever. 

Sylus lifts his palm off your eyes, knowing he's had his fill for now and knowing that he has you soaked and sticky, he watches you catch your breath, your eyes in a daze. The faint smear of your lipstick on his lips from ruining yours catches your attention. 

Maybe you should wear red lipstick more often.

His eyes are back on you now, his breathing still heavy. Even though the lights are dim and warm, the way you have his cheeks dusted with red all the way to his ears makes your heartbeat accelerate. You've never come this close to seeing the leader of Onychinus look like this.

Your fingers trace below his left eye, and a rush of possessiveness bleeds through your words, barely a whisper. 

“Am I being too greedy…if I want you to keep your eyes only on me?” 

A soft chuckle comes out of Sylus. He catches your wrist before it falls and presses his lips gently against your palm before he locks his eyes with you again

“You've always had that right. Which means you could be even greedier.”

And his lips dive for your cheek, and trails down to your jawline, and down to your neck, setting the patches of skin he kisses ablaze. He bites and sucks, making sure he leaves his mark, hiding his satisfaction whenever he hears you whine his name.

You feel the warmth of his palm slide down your thigh, and it gives you goosebumps. You watch the way he kisses the top of your knee as he lets his fingers trail lower down. 

“Do you want it, kitten?” 

The “yes” that spills out of your lips almost instantaneously draws a smirk from Sylus. He's ready to leave your clothes in pieces. But your palm presses against his bare chest just before he gets a chance to go further, as if stopping him. Sylus pouts slightly, grabbing your thighs once more. 

“You haven't changed your mind, have you? You just said yes?” 

Only when he catches the playful grin you wear that he realises that you're painfully teasing him. Nonetheless, he plays along with you–spoiling you with kisses as he pulls you by your legs closer to him.

“I'm hoping your answer is still yes…”, he mutters, switching his gaze between you and your supple thighs. 

“…because I'm not holding back anymore.”

His fingers hook the waistband of your panties, and he slides it off your legs, his lips curled in a satisfied smile when notices the glistening sheen of your panties. 

He thinks you're so fucking pretty when you're unraveled and wet for him. 

Sylus has his palms pushing your legs apart, his attention now on your soaked pussy, practically inviting him for a taste.

He presses his lips against your pussy lips, his tongue then gliding up and down, brushing against your clit, over and over. You hate how he's so perfectly precise at finding your weakest spots. But then again, you let him into your territory, and that's your problem to enjoy.

Your breathing gradually staggers, your fingers curling against the soft white locks of his hair. Sylus is forcing your hips to stay onto the bed while he fucks you with his tongue. He hears you whimpering his name every time his tongue flicks against your clit, the pleasure shooting up your spine over and over again. 

“S-Sylus..”, you mumble, your pussy pulsating once more when he sucks on your clit. “Gonna cum. Fuck.”

Sylus doesn't directly respond to you, but rather, his fingers that aren't holding your lower body down circles the entrance of your soft pussy, and then he pushes his fingers in. 

You gasp, your body jolts slightly from the pressure. Now you're clawing the bedsheets and your moans pour out of you freely, competing with the squelching and wet sounds coming from your cunt.

His muffled moans vibrate against your cunt, as if beckoning you to just let it all out, and it drives you over the edge topped with his fingers fucking your pussy, long enough to hit your most sensitive spots. 

“Fuck, fuck! Sylus I'm cumming-”, cutting off when your orgasm hits you fucking hard in waves, the pleasure tingling down your spine, your mind in a beautiful, horny mess, only filled with Sylus. 

Only when your body settles down, and your legs snap together by instinct, does Sylus slowly lift his messy lips off you, and his fingers, covered in your cream, staining the red bedding in the process.

He really pulled every single orgasm out of you–you’re left catching your breath, and trying to stop your thighs from shaking.

In a haze, you watch Sylus drop his shirt onto the floor, his fingers unbuttoning his pants impatiently. He slides both apparels off swiftly, letting his thick cock free from the fabric tightness. 

You swallow at the size of him, but at the same time, you just really want him to fuck the thoughts out of you so fucking bad.

Sylus combs his hair back, the red flush on his face growing more obvious. 

Then he's back to distracting you with his kisses down your thighs, slowly going back up to your lips, not forgetting to give your tits a nice squeeze. 

You feel his cock brush against your pussy, drips of his precum mixing into your mess. 

Your fingers stroke his hair as he deepens the kiss. You feel the cold metal of his necklace pressing onto you, and it's definitely heating up. 

His lips hover near your ear.

“Could I, kitten? Please?” It almost comes off as a beg and it tickles you ears so good. 

Honestly you couldn't say no even if you wanted to, you're as hungry for him as he is for you.

You push him away. For a second, Sylus is ready to cease in case you really aren't ready. 

Instead, you slowly spread your legs once more in front of him, the initial shyness replaced by boldness.

“It's all for you Sylus. Didn't you say I could be greedier?” 

Sylus knows he's the luckiest man in the fucking world.

He bends and pushes your legs, almost folding you into half. His cock is lined right at your pussy hole, almost teasing you. But before any words could come out of your mouth, he pushes in, filling you instantly, stretching your hole open. You take a sharp inhale, grasping Sylus’s outstretched hand, and Sylus pauses, waiting for you to adjust, even though he's only half way in.

“You're so fucking tight for me, kitten. I'm only half way in.” 

You squeeze his hand in retaliation, and Sylus is amused by the pout you wear on your face. 

“You're too big..” you mutter. 

Sylus only chuckles, stroking your thighs in an attempt to comfort you. 

He feels you relax, but he watches for your reactions, and when you give him the green light, he stretches you out with the remainder of his length, knocking the wind out of you. He leans in, mostly hovering over you so he doesn't crush you with his weight.

“You gotta let me in, sweetie. You're squeezing me a little too good here”, he teases, his lips trailing down your neck. 

You're practically breathless and filled to the brim. It feels like fucking heaven–squeezing against his cock and hearing Sylus gasp when you tighten around him. 

You catch his lips with your palm when he's about to bite against the skin there.

“No biting here.”

His hands release your thighs at the same time, instead, taking both your wrists above you and holding them down with one hand.

“First you want it rough, now you want it soft. Aren't you a hard one to please tonight, kitten?” 

He opts for kisses instead, and it melts into your skin, once again sending shivers.

“Why won't you be a good girl and tell me what you want you really want kitten?” 

The way he's calling you a good girl with a voice velvet and drizzled in honey sends you shivers. 

“I'm not falling for your tricks…” you mumble. 

Sylus kisses your ear and his low groans whenever he feels you tighten around him.

“Then I'll start moving, kitten.” 

You nod. Unfortunately, your hands are still bound above you, so that's the most you could do. 

When Sylus begins thrusting slowly in and out of you, your mind slowly goes blank. All that's flooding in is how fucking good he feels in you. Your greed grows into a bottomless hole at an exponential speed. His name spills from your lips like a mantra, and you call him over and over again, sometimes getting cut off with a moan when he hits the perfect spot. 

“I love it so much when you call my name, sweetie. It sounds like heaven in my ears.” He's barely able to form his sentence when you squeeze him again, sucking him back into the endless rounds of euphoria. 

“Feels good. Sylus, you feel so good,” you whimper, realising you're letting yourself get lost into his heat. You feel him smile against your skin while he presses more kisses all over your face and neck. He pulls out momentarily, leaving you empty and slightly frustrated. 

The tension builds, and he releases your hands in the midst of his kisses, letting you switch positions–landing yourself above him. 

Your ego swells up slightly when Sylus casts you a suprised expression. But it quickly turns into a smile.

“Ah, so what you wanted was control?” 

His cock is just resting right at your ass and you feel the warm, sticky fluids slide right down to your pussy. 

You watch him lick his lips. 

“Unfortunately, I can't give it to you”, he says. “At least, not yet.” 

His hands glide upwards to the round of your ass, pressing his cock right at your pussy hole. 

You lift your hips slightly, his cock pushing into you the second time, with much less resistance thanks to how wet the both of you got. It still takes your breath away when he fills you up. You swear he's bulging in you. 

Sylus’s warm hands rub circles from your hip to your waist to soothe you, despite the fact that he almost could break just from watch you take his cock right in front of him. 

“That’s my good girl. You're taking all of me so well.”

Your mind is threatening to fall apart from the pleasure once more. It's dizzy and thick, building a thick haze in your mind once more. 

You lift your hips and he pushes you down, his cock filling you up again. 

And soon enough, you're bouncing on his cock. 

His grip on your waist is firm yet tender. He guides your hips, and peppers words of encouragement while he fucks you from below.

“That's it, kitten. Like that. Just for me.”

“Feels good hm? Of course it does. Look at your pretty fucked out face.” 

“Good girl–hng–! you're such a good fucking girl for me.”

You watch the ways his eyebrows knit in pleasure. At times, he’d barely have his eyes open, from the way he's doing everything in his power not to explode in you. Not yet. He wants to be a little more greedier. 

Maybe just a little more. He doesn't want it to end so quickly. 

After all, greed can't be satisfied. Only momentarily. 

Sylus knows that all too well. And god forbid he'd keep you locked up in here with him as long as he wanted. 

Shit. You're taking so much from him and it feels so fucking amazing. 

Your thighs are trembling from riding Sylus. It's too much yet not enough at the same time. His thickness presses against your g-spot endlessly, and Sylus swallows hard when you throw your head back, the sweat trickling down your neck, past your tits, all the way down, while your whole body shakes in sheer pleasure, accompanied by the obscene wet noises. 

“Look at me, kitten.” His voice lures you back to him, like it always does. 

You make eye contact with him, your eyes so pretty and glazed, as if in a spell. Under his spell. 

“How are you feeling?” His finger traces down your chin.

“So full. I’m feeling so full of you”, you manage to reply, lifting your hips, letting Sylus see the full view of the wet, creamy, sticky mess you've made on his cock. You still have the rest of him stuffed deep in you, and you're not lasting any longer. 

Every thrust he pushes into you drives you closer to the edge a second time. 

Sylus groans and bucks his hips when you lower yourself on him once more. At this moment, he realises nothing in this world could be better than this. 

“Feels weird, Sylus”, you mutter, pulling your pussy lips to take more of him in. You're grinding slightly more desperately, the tension builds. Fuck, you're gonna cum again. 

The sounds of skin slapping only grow wetter, thicker and louder. Sylus bites his lip when he feels you go tight on him, his hands now on your ass, taking a handful and guiding you to fucking him.

“Fuck. Feels so good, kitten. You're gonna cum all over me?”

Too delirious, soaked in complete pleasure and begging to chase the high, you nod. 

He listens to you sob and cry when your second orgasm washes over you, fluttering all over his dick. Sylus cups your cheeks and pulls you in for another wet and messy kiss. 

“Cumming too, kitten. Be a good girl and take it all.” 

Unfortunately he doesn't give you a chance to answer, mostly because you have your tongue out for him to devour and he doesn't hesitate. His low moans flood through your ears, his warm and thick cum filling you up so much that it leaks out of you before he pulls out. 

He hears you squeal but the sounds of wet kisses override it, and he still makes you bounce off his cock until he's satisfied with emptying everything in you. 

The air is thick and still for a moment when the both of you pull away, pants filling up the room. 

The both of you have red flushed on your cheeks. His grip on you loosens. Instead you move in for a kiss on his forehead, which takes him by surprise.

In the second, he realises how much he adores you. 

You're his first love, and you'll be his last. 

Your phone pings in the middle of the day, just as you reached home after dropping Sylus off from cleaning up his mission.

There are two messages–one from Sylus and one from…Luke and Kieran? 

The message preview from Sylus stating to call him when you're home safe. But your curiousity is piqued with Luke’s message. Before you could respond, Kieran’s messages pops into the groupchat with the three of you in. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion at first, but then you laugh it off.

Luke: Did you know if something happen to boss-man? I've never seen him glow like this before. 

Kieran: holy shit he actually smiled and greeted us when he came in 🤔 is the world ending? 

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

P*rn ☆  Chapter 5, Drive me crazy

Masterlist Word count: 1.9 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: This one is a doozy. I was a little stuck and I hope this makes sense. Next chapter will explain a little more about Sylus' life before moving next door.

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, alcohol, mentions of domestic abuse, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Mature content under the cut.

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1 pm and you're just now making your first coffee along with your breakfast/lunch. You're not used to late nights anymore. Not like you were when you were still in school and partying. Well, "partying." Aka movie night with your friends and making stupid drinking games around the movies you were watching. 

Lucky for you, it's Saturday. You've got a whole weekend left to fix your sleeping schedule. Fixing is a big word. Make it so that you've at least had seven hours of sleep before you get to work. 

While lazily reading Tara's dramatic retelling of getting Kieran into bed, you notice a notification. One that usually only pops up when Red Crow, or Sylus, posts but it's Saturday. That's not his usual schedule. Frowning, you check the notification. 

Red Crow liked your comment: "Raw, next question." 

You feel as if you've just shat out your heart. "Cocky," you think to yourself as you tap the notification. It takes you to the comments under the video from last night and that's when you notice it... Your biggest nightmare. 

You were horny on main instead of on your alt account and now he probably knows it was you. But now comes the real big question. Do you leave it there as a testament to your thirst for him, or do you delete it in hopes he hasn't noticed it was you to protect your sanity? You scroll a little through the comments and quickly notice that Sylus never likes any comments. "Shit, he definitely knows." 

Still, you decide to delete the comment. If he saw it when he was drunk yesterday, then maybe there's a chance he doesn't remember or was just fucking around on his phone. The moment the comment disappears from your screen, there's a knock at your door. You're not sure who it could be. Maybe it's Tara. Did she leave anything yesterday? Or Kieran forced by Tara to apologize? But he would go to Sylus’ house for that. 

By the time you're done wrecking you're brain, you're already opening the door and there stands the one and only Sylus. Suddenly there are no more thoughts in your brain, just the picture of Sylus in front of your door wearing grey sweatpants and a black tee that seems a size or two too small. You can see every muscle on his stomach and chest through the shirt. However, that's not even the best part. The best part is that he stretches and moves one hand behind his neck, making his tee rise up and showing the little happy trail that you've salivated over more times than you'd like to admit. 

'Hey, sorry to bother you but I'm out of coffee.' 

'Go to the store,' you grumble and try to close the door again but he pushes against it. 

'Let me try that again,' he says, a playful but subtle grin on his lips, 'I'd like get to know you better over coffee. Preferably at your place.' It seems getting your brain fried is a regular occurrence when Sylus is around and you are suddenly awfully aware of how you look. 

Yes, you showered this morning, but you aren't exactly dressed. You threw on a shirt and a big sweater over top with some absurdly stupid miffy pajama shorts. Your words get stuck in your throat and you only seem to be able to mutter out a weak: 'Why?' 

He chuckles in response, the sound rumbling through his chest. 'You intrigue me. I'm curious what's going on in that pretty little head of yours.' 

"He called me pretty," is the only thought that sticks and you want to hit yourself over the head for only picking up that part, but you remind yourself of the video he had made after meeting you. He must have ulterior motive. 'Nothing else?' A sly smirk appears on his face, like he had been banking on you asking a question like that. Like he had been practicing his response, and it comes out sticky as honey. 

'Only with your willing participation.' You try to keep your bratty attitude but it's hard when he is so damn beautiful and so damn close and so damn hot. Goddamn! 

'In your dreams, big boy,' you sass, 'come in before I change my mind.' 

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There's a tense sort of feeling as you both sit on your couch with coffee in your hands. He keeps watching your movements, almost as if he's studying you or stalking his prey. It makes you feel on edge and at the same time, insanely turned on. To push him off balance, you decide to ask a question that had been hanging in your head for a while now. 

'How'd you get into it?' 

'It?' He's teasing. His lip quirks up into a smirk again. He wants to hear you say it, hear you say what he does, wants to watch your reaction to it. You feel strangely alien in your own space. 

'Porn.' You try to keep a straight face, but you can feel your ears heat up the slightest bit, and he fucking notices. You can tell he fucking notices. He's noticed everything so far. It's so fucking hot and so fucking annoying at the same time. You can only imagine how attentive he would be as a partner. 

'I was doing voice acting for a while and got hired for some smut books,' he explains like it's the most normal thing in the world, like it's the same as any office job, 'and I liked reading those books and the reaction people had to my voice. So, I tried my hand at posting some pictures of myself to see if people liked my voice and my body. After that I kind of rolled into it.' He takes a second to study your reaction and then asks you: 'And what do you do?' 

'Interior decorating.' He nods. 

'So I should've met you before I started decorating my place.' 

'I don't work for free,' you retort. 

'Neither do I,' he says, that damn smirk on his face again, 'but your reaction was more than enough payment for that video.' You're sure you're bright red now. 

'I didn't request your services.' Why did you invite him in? Are you that desperate? He puts his mug on the coffee table and takes yours out of your hands to set it down next to his. Then he leans over you, one arm on top of the backrest of your couch, the other gripping the armrest behind you. Naturally, you lean back a little bit, tilting your head up to look at his face. He doesn't look predatory, nor dangerous. In fact, you feel like if you would say no right now, he would go home in an instant. It's strangely comforting. 

'See it as a free trial.' He is impossibly close, closer than a stranger should be. Then again, you're not really strangers, are you? You are to him, but he's been on your mind for quite some time now. He's toying with you, he seems to want you for some reason. Barely knows you but it feels so familiar, so nice. You feel desired and... sexy. 

'A free trial for what?' You absentmindedly bite your lip. A low groan slips from his lips in response, and he shifts his position on the couch. With one swift motion, his one leg is kneeling on the couch while he pushes your legs onto the couch so you're laid underneath him, your back against the cushions. His lips are next to your ear now. 

'Worship,' he growls and ever so gently takes your earlobe between his teeth. You whimper in surprise. He lets go and moves on to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbones. 'Pleasure.' The hand that was on the armrest moves to your waist, slipping under your shirt and you shiver. 'And sex.' His words sound like a promise. A promise you would offer up your life for. You feel breathless as he leans back a little bit to admire your figure. That damn smirk of his, back on his lips as he sees your lust filled eyes. He definitely knows that comment was yours. 'What do you say?' 

'You don't even know me,' you manage to mutter. 

'I know enough,' he answers and leans down to press a featherlight kiss on the corner of your lips. A strange surge of despair rushes through you and suddenly your hands are behind his neck, entangled in his grey hair, pulling him towards your lips. 'So needy,' he teases, readjusting his knee on the couch to be between your legs, 'I thought you were worried I didn't know you. You wouldn't want to take advantage of me, would you now?' 

His lips are only a breath away from yours, his eyes stare into yours intently. You tell yourself it's just sex, yet there's something soft in the way he looks at you. Something you can't quite place, because he shouldn't be looking at you like that. You've only just met him. 'What are you thinking about?' 

'Why me?' He doesn't have a quick nor sly response to that. You can tell you've caught him off guard. His eyes widen a little and his head moves away the slightest bit, but you can't tell if it's because you've just asked the dumbest question in existence or because he does not know either. 

'There's something about you,' he tells you, his tone no longer teasing but as serious as he can get, 'it's intriguing and I want to find out what it is.' 

'Because I gave you a hard on when we first met?' He cracks. His serious demeanor disappears for a second, as does the sexual tension when he sits up on his heel trying to stifle a laugh. The hand that was under your shirt is now on his face, rubbing his jaw to hide his smile. 

'You've got a dirty mouth on you, sweetie,' he comments, trying to get back into it but you've already propped yourself up on your elbows with the cheekiest of grins on your face. 

'Shouldn't you be used to those kinds of comments by now,' you say, trying to provoke him even more. Truly, you don't know what it is about him that brings your brat out but you don't hate it. It's fun. 

'They're different when you read them on a screen,' he answers, sounding almost sincere. Almost. Only if you hadn't known what he proposed so sweetly just a minute ago. 

'Maybe you take me out some time and I'll try to behave,' you offer, feeling as daring. This is all so new for you but it just flows. There's no good reason for why you feel this way and yet it's fucking exhilarating. You don't want any of it to stop, but your ovaries are running your brain right now and you can't trust them. Not when it comes to men. They've shown that to you before. You need a second to calm down before you engage in anything that could someday become regrettable to you. 

Though you probably wouldn't have minded sleeping with him right here and now. 

Sylus doesn't answer you, he just hands you his unlocked phone. You type in your number, already regretting it when you hand it back to him and see the grin on his face. You've just given him so much power to tease you. Well, you should regret it. You think you should. 

In reality you can't wait for what's to come. 

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[snoopychris]

mermaid!reader and coastal grandson!chris' first meeting...

for as long as he could remember, chris and his brothers visited his grandparents at the beach every year. they always stayed for at least 3 weeks, and they never stayed for more than a month and a half. he wishes he could stay all year. he was always more attached to his grandmother than he was to his parents. it was an unusual connection simply due to the old lady being the exact opposite of chris. chris was quiet but confident. his grandmother, lisa, was loud but scared.

he was always more attached to the beach house than his brothers were. he looked forward to the trip every year. even after his accident he could never wait to go to the beach. the florida keys were home to him. more home to him than boston could ever be. matt and nick ridiculed him for it sometimes, but he truly didn’t care. he waited patiently. every single day. 

from a very young age, chris knew. he knew from the first time he visited the age and could comprehend what was going on around him that he’d be a marine biologist. when they were 14, matt nick and chris found a nest of sea turtles. chris refused to leave until they were all safe. his brothers didn’t speak to him for a week because of how long it took.

this trip to the florida keys was different. it was the first trip to the place without their grandfather. and this time chris would get to stay. his transfer to the college of the florida keys had finally gone through and he actually got to stay with his grandmother until he finished school. the only downside was that his brothers had to stay with him during his first semester while he settled in. 

his first week back was just… fine. in reality it was no different than what he usually experienced in the keys, but this time had such a unique feeling to it. he didn’t even know how to begin to describe it. he had been home a lot more than he usually was. by this time in a normal trip he’d have been to the beach at least 5 or 6 times. part of chris thinks it’s just cause he has so much more time here this time around. 

sitting in the room he was working on making his, completely, truly, utterly his, chris was pulled out of his thoughts when matt gently knocked on his door with two knuckles. “grandma gave me the keys to the bronco. nick and i are goin to the beach. y’comin?” matt asks, eyeing his younger brother up and down. matt knew that chris would be ready in less than 3 minutes after asking, but he also knew that after his accident he wouldn’t ever get into the ocean again. for some unknown reason, chris swallows slightly at the question. he had never been nervous about going to the beach. what was going on with him? 

“yeah just lemme change… i’ll meet you outside.” chris replies, bolting towards his closet. he grabs a pair of lululemon swim trunks his mom had gotten him and slips them on, throwing on a random tank top to match. he grabs his pre-prepped beach bag and makes his way outside, both of his brothers already waiting for him by their grandfathers beloved car. chris tosses his bag into the trunk and slides into the passenger seat, gripping onto the window sill. “which beach?” chris questions. the answer didn’t really matter to him. he wasn’t going swimming anyway.

“i… actually don’t know. i was just gonna drive.” matt replies, moving the car out of the long driveway and onto the road. chris shrugs in response and begins picking at his nails, his hair flying all over due to the wind. “y’goin swimming today?” matt mumbles even though he already knows the answer. he and nick both frown when chris shakes his head. they had worried about him for years. every time they thought it was getting better it somehow got worse. at least that’s what they gathered from the vague notes from chris’ psychiatry sessions. 

the drive to the beach was longer than chris expected. the drove something around 30 minutes, only crazy because they were surrounded by sand and water. chris could settle in with a good book anywhere on the soft beige substance. whatever, he thought. upon parking, matt and nick sprinted towards the sparkling blue water. chris settled down next to the bags his brothers had tossed under a random beach umbrella. he lays back, tucking his arms under his head. he takes nicks towel and throws it over his face in order to block out the sun just a little bit more.

he’s never felt more at peace, even with the weird feeling in his gut. it only lasts a few minutes before he hears screaming coming from his left. the towel flies off of his eyes and he looks for the source of the disturbance, and instead of seeing his brothers doing something stupid the way he expected, he sees one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever laid eyes on. butterflies. this entire time he’s been feeling butterflies. his feet carry him over before he can even process what’s happening.

chris grunts when your hand meets his chest, accidentally pushing him down to the sand. “no, stop it’s a sea turtle nest. they’re hatching. don’t touch them.” you speak sternly, meeting eyes with him shortly after. chris quickly stands up and nods, looking around for a big leaf or something big enough to help the small creatures. you’re in a state of shock when you process what he’s doing. you hadn’t realized that you weren’t the only person on the beach that knew how to help the turtles. you send him a small smile and grab one of the leaves he found, guarding the animals as much as you could. if matt and nick weren’t swimming they’d give him the silent treatment again, but he lucked out this time. 

chris glances up at you, noticing the way some of your hair sticks to your face despite the sea shell clips you have holding it back. “i’m chris.” he whispers, continuing the slow walk to the water. you look up at him and nod, licking your lips before speaking. “pearl.” you reply, smiling when the turtles make their way into the water. there’s a lot of small talk that comes naturally to chris on the journey. in the short time he learns that you’re from miami, that your dad owns a restaurant, and that your grandfather on your moms side was an olympic swimmer. 

it doesn’t go unnoticed by chris that you stay far enough from the shoreline that your feet never even touch the wet sand. the moment that chris was cherishing ends quicker than he’d like when nick emerges from the water, standing next to his brother. nick sends you a sweet smile that makes you giggle. there was two of them? when matt exits the water and stands next to you, you panic a little. not because there was now three of them, but he was dripping. you scoot away from him subtly, another action that doesn’t go unnoticed by chris. “chris who’s your friend?” matt asks, his voice laced with flirtatious intent. 

you smile over at the boy besides you, inching away from him again. the second a drop of water falls on you, there’s exactly 30 seconds for you to absolutely book it. you swallow anxiously as you eye the boy beside you, looking up to meet chris’ eyes. the same eyes that match the ocean. “i’ll see you soon, yeah?” you whisper, scrunching your face. chris sends you a nod, and as you begin to walk away you feel drops of water on your wrist. shit. 30…29…

“hey, maybe even i’ll see you again soon?” matt asks, raising an eyebrow at you. 26…25… you gulp but nod rapidly, searching around for some form of out. a big rock within running distance and an out to the ocean. 23… 22… you finally spot one and book it, finding relief when it looks like a maze of rocks. 12… 11… to an outsider, youre probably just a good hider or something. at least you hope. before you know it, your body is fully submerged in the water. the pastel yet fluorescent tail replaces your legs, and the matching top replaces the crop top you were previously wearing. you sigh to yourself but stay in place. nobody’s around anyway. 

when chris spots your seashell clip on the floor, he just knows he’s going to use it as an excuse to chase after you before matt does. he grips onto it swiftly and runs in the direction you just headed in, being met with nothing but confusion when you’re suddenly gone. you heard him running towards you just a few seconds ago and tucked behind one of the big rocks, hoping you were hidden enough. chris sighs as he throws the barrette on the ground, regretfully picking it up after a few seconds. you take the opportunity to duck under the water and swim away, scrunching your face in worry when your tail splashes louder than intended. chris looks up to find the source of the splash, seeing only the tip of your fins. dolphins? no. not this close to shore. he’s so intrigued that he’s just about to follow behind, daring so much as to swim. nick clearing his throat brings him back to reality, and he turns to his brothers. “what’d you see, kid?” nick asks, intrigued in his youngest brothers sudden interest in swimming. chris shrugs as he steps out of the few inches of water he was in, still gripping onto your hair accessory.

“you guys believe in mermaids?” chris mumbles, knowing the teasing about to ensue. matt laughs and shakes his head, patting his brothers back. “mermaids? you’re full of jokes, bud.”

a/n: i finally finally have my puter back! i hope you guys enjoy this au as much as i do. mermaids have always been something im drawn to. kiss kiss! -gen

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[tojisth3rdwife]

omg hiii, it would be so cool if wrote something about our fave jjk men reacting to reader throwing that thang back. i know you got some good ideas 👀

Ooooh I like this idea😌✨

JJK men reacting to reader throwing it back

a/n: during sex (im assuming thats what you meant lol)

Toji

This is mandatory. As a matter of fact, when you two first started out and he was fucking you from behind, the way Toji would hold your hips and watch your ass bounce back and forth would put him in a little trance. To the point where he would eventually stop moving and just let you fuck yourself on his dick with his hand resting on the small of your back. Abs clenching every time your walls sucked him in, eyes rolling a little the more your ass slapped against his torso. And don't let him be drunk or high, he’s gonna fall deep into your rhythm, slurring his praises.

“Keep throwing that ass on me baby...Yep, arch your back a little more..There you go, mama…There you fucking go..”

Satoru

Doggy is probably his favorite position for this reason. He’s nothing short of an ass man if you ask me. Nothing makes this man grin harder than the visual of your cheeks jiggling and bouncing on his dick. Especially if he's lying on his back and you're on top. Satoru would just be laid back with his hands clasped behind his head, you in reverse cowgirl with your hands on his shins for support. As good as you feel, nothing would wipe that elated grin off his face from him watching your cheeks bounce up and down. He even gives you a few slaps of encouragement when he senses you are close.

“Look at you, beautiful..so fucking perfect for me. This body..this fucking ass..oh my god..”

Sukuna

It drives him crazy. Crazy to the point that when you do start to deepen your arch, widen the gap between your legs, and begin to grind back against him, the feral beast inside of him unleashes. The true demon takes control. Two or three bounces on him, which is a task in and of itself due to his size, and he’s got you pinned to the mattress by the back of your neck, pounding into you at a blistering speed. You’ll have little to no range of motion at this point, completely at the mercy of the king.

“Who’s fucking who here? Hmm? Keep that ass just like that. Right where I fucking put you..”

Suguru

This man melts like butter when you start fucking him back. He’ll have a good handle on it at first, finding your efforts to take control amusing and letting you have your fun for a bit. But when you start to find your rhythm and even ride the curve in his dick to hit your spot just right, Suguru loses it. He’s moaning and gripping your waist. He’s pulling your body back against him harder, keeping his eyes fixed on his dick disappearing in and out of you.

“Like that, baby. Like that..oh fuck you take my dick so good..so fucking good baby..”

Kento

Nanami loves missionary because of the intimacy and control it gives him, but there is something about fucking you from behind that made him feel most dominant. And when the two of you are in the thick of making passionate love, and Kento has one leg up and his pelvis smacking against your ass, digging into you deeply, the discovery of you matching his pace sparks something inside of him. It's almost a sense of pride that swells at the sight of you taking control of your pleasure. He pauses his strokes and pulls back just to watch you tease yourself on the tip of his dick, his parted lips spreading into a smile. For extra measure, he’ll even reach under you to rub your clit as you rock back against him, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“Oh? Is that how you feel, love? Fucking your husband back like that? Show me then..show me how you fuck your husband..”

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer chuckles if he knew turning Adam into a monster would have opened new sex possibilities, he would have done it so much sooner.

Lucifer: Alright, pet. Show me what you can do~.

That very moment, Adam made the decision to make Lucifer eat his words.

He wasn't sure what powers he had, if any. Alastor seemed pretty powerful, but it was still early days. There were a few sinful things he wanted to do to Lucifer with some tentacles, but for now, his hands will have to be enough.

Lucifer licked his lips as Adam slowly pulled his odd fitting shirt over his head, stretching his torso. His muscles rippled under his skin as he stretched, and his feathers twitched.

This was the first time Lucifer was Abel to appreciate the colour of Adam's feathers. Their base colour was either black or a dark grey, but in the light, they were iridescent. A mixture of blues and greens.

His eyes were striking, the iris was dark, blood red, rimmed with a bright gold. Lucifer wouldn't want to be stalked by a creature with eyes like that. He got shivers just thinking about it.

Lucifer was pulled out of his thoughts as Adam shifted on top of him, basically grinding his hips down onto Lucifer's. His eyes followed Adam's claws as they ran across his skin, leaving the softest red marks in their place.

He wasn't sure why he was getting so turned on by watching Adam touch himself and show off for him, but he didn't want it to end. In fact. He wanted to touch.

Adam: Uh ah, bad boy~. No touching till I say~.

Lucifer stared wide-eyed as another set of arms sprouted from Adam's torso. His wrists were grabbed and held down to the bed.

Lucifer: W-Where did those come from?!

Adam laughed: My secret weapon~. Don't worry, they scared the fuck out of me to.

Lucifer gulped as Adam leaned back, his top set of arms resting on his legs, rubbing his thighs.

Adam: Fuck, I want you so bad. I can feel you~.

Moaning, Lucifer thrusted up into Adam, suddenly wishing this was a night he didn't use a blanket.

Adam: Patience, baby~. You'll get to fuck me~. All of me~.

Leaning forward, Adam placed his hands above Lucifer's head. His mouth was so close to Adam's skin that it was driving the snake crazy. It didn't help that Adam's rocking motions were rubbing his dick so nicely.

Adam: Okay, you can touch~.

And touch Lucifer did. His fingers trailed down Adam's skin, brushing over his feathers. He felt every detail, very curve, every bump. Without further notice, he unbuttoned Adam's pants and pushed his hand inside.

That's when he stopped moving, catching Adam's attention.

When Adam looked down at his mate, he felt a shudder crawl over his skin. Lucifer was looking up at him like a predator, his hand still buried in his pants.

Adam could feel what had gotten Lucifer so predatory. It was something completely new to Adam, but he found it hot. And it seems Lucifer does to.

Lucifer growled: You've... got a cloaca.

Blushing, Adam gasped and tensed as Lucifer leant forward and started to kiss and such his lower abdomen.

Adam: T-Thought you'd like it~.

Lucifer: Oh pet, you have no idea~.

Monster under the bed au where Lucifer is a monster and "terrorizing" Adam?

And by terrorizing, I mean fucking. Grossly. Disgustingly.

Complete monster porn.

Oh no, are my kinks coming out again? Oh well 😉

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Don't tease me with a hot au lol

Oh, what if Adam bought a new house and that's when it starts?

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕲UESS ᝰ! CHAPTER SIX

synopsis: katseye lucked out when their team managed to score a-list award-winning actress, y/n l/n to be featured in their upcoming music video for ‘touch’. when the cameras turn off and the doors close, lara feels a little more than just onscreen chemistry with her music video love interest.

On the drive to the café, you assured your manager you would make sure you all show up to the studio on time. In the black corvette you got from your parents as a gift for your 18th after winning a Golden Globe. Dressed in a grey sweater, a navy MLB cap on backwards, some camo sweats, and some ice, you were definitely dressed more on the comfort-casual side. You knew you were going to be thrown in so many different styles and getups for the day, you needed some relief.

You hadn’t even noticed your heart drumming against your chest until you turned into the last corner the café was on. You usually concealed emotions well, especially when it came to meeting different kinds of people. It was your job to be able to put up a front, but the sound of your heart racing against in your ear was drowning out the sound of the radio.

The café you wanted to go to was frequented by Californian stars, you knew their security personnel was good enough for you to have a private first meeting.

When you parked, you checked yourself in the mirror, yanking your phone out of its holder. You texted your manager a quick message informing him of your arrival before getting out the car. Sophia had texted you they had arrived a couple minutes ago, so you’d assumed they had gotten a seat for themselves. When you entered the coffee shop, you were greeted by the barista you had the pleasure of befriending after many trips here for a snack early before a flight or late after a shoot.

“Hey, y/n, good to see you.” Yeonjun called. He grabbed a paper cup, flipping it in-air before holding a pen to its “I got your usual coming up. Want a bite today?”

You hummed, “Yeah, an eclair would be great. I’m actually here to meet a couple new friends, YJ. Did you happen to see a group of pretty women walking in here?”

He nodded, gesturing towards the back. “Around the cut, I got them a table out of view. Figured it was important.”

You shot him a smile. “Thanks. $30 in the jar for you.”

You stuffed a couple notes in the tip jar, giving him a wink. He chuckled, shaking his head. “You spoil me.”

When you circled around back to the VIP section of this café, it was criminal how fast your eyes scouted the group out of the few people sitting. When they spotted you, Sophia was first to stand, meeting you in the middle for a brief hug.

“Oh my God, y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

You smiled at her, “Yeah, likewise. Damn, you guys are crazy tall.” You joked, glancing between all six of them. They were a good couple inches taller than you, but their bright smiles and vibrant clothing gave them a softer, friendlier edge. “And more beautiful than your pictures, which I didn’t think was possible.”

They’re all stunning in their own way—each with a presence that demands attention—but one of them catches your eye almost immediately. Her tall, dark and mysterious aura seemed to intrigue you—just like she had when you saw her pictures.

She’s standing just a few feet away, her posture confident but not overbearing. There's an easy grace to her movements as she adjusts something on her wrist, her attention momentarily focused on fixing the crooked bracelet as Manon and Sophia bombarded you with words. Yet, as soon as her gaze shifted to meet yours, it broke through your professional exterior, you glanced down, swallowing thickly to regather your composure. You looked up, feeling Daniela push herself forward between the two eldest members of the group.

“Honey, we are absolutely obsessed with you.” she grinned, tilting her head. She was rather affectionate, loud when she was excited. You could see why your friends recommended texting her to break the ice. “When we found out we would be working with you, I almost broke my phone.”

“Spoiler alert, she did break her phone.” Megan snorted, earning an exaggerated glare from Daniela.

As they bickered about, you found your nerves easing at the chaotic energy these girls brought. Without the supervision of their manager, they were rather unfiltered, and that made you a lot more comfortable. Still, your attention split between the narrative and a certain red-headed Scorpio, who had yet to say anything despite being the one you’ve talked to most online.

You found yourself drawn to her. There's something about the way she carried herself—effortless, cool, but with a quiet intensity that felt magnetic. The other members chattered around you, making small talk, but your attention kept slipping back to Lara, who seemed to sense your curious gaze. She offered you a subtle, knowing smile, the kind that makes your heart skip a beat. And that had only ever happened around one other person in your life, a person who loved playing games with you.

"Do y’know anything about the music video?" When she finally spoke, her voice was smooth, velvety, almost teasing, as if she already knew more about you than she let on. It didn’t seem intentional, like that was who she was, who she presented herself to be. It was so attractive, so electrifying.

"No," you managed, your words feeling a little more breathless than you'd like. "My manager didn’t tell me anything.”

Her smile widened just a fraction, her eyes flicking down your outfit before returning to your face. "I think it’s gonna be fun. But you’ll be in and out the changing room a lot today."

Both of you didn’t seem to notice the knowing glances shared among the other five members, before Sophia cleared her throat, changing the topic. “We gotta head to the studio, have you gotten anything to eat yet?”

You nod, the energy between the two of you palpable now, thick with unspoken curiosity. As the others continue talking, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more here—a connection, an unspoken understanding—that might make this experience with Katseye something… memorable. And it’s definitely not just the music video you’re thinking about now.

You can’t help but wonder how deep this connection could go.

You just could not stop thinking about Lara. You wanted nothing more than to get to know her better, get to know what was behind those sharp eyes and gated lips. Her confidence was intoxicating, the way her eyes raked you up and down, despite showing no interest over text and obviously having a lot of people she’s talking to on the side.

You had been welcomed by so many respectful staff, given so many gifts and invited into comfortable spaces. Even when you were finally stripped out of your last outfit and lead to a room to wait while Roy and Katseye’s team made a couple arrangements, you couldn’t stop thinking about her.

It was obvious to you there were more eager members of the band who wished for some time alone, but you just wanted to figure her out. As insane as that sounded, you reminded yourself you only began texting this woman for one weekend, and this morning was the first time you’d laid eyes on her.

“Okay, thank you for waiting, y/n.” Grayson, the director of the music video announced when he walked through the door. “It’s an honour to be able to work with you.”

“Likewise,” you replied with a smile, eyeing Sophia behind him.

“So I’ve explained your parts in this music video. You’re the woman these girls have been thinking about, they’re sad, they’re mad, they’re frustrated with you toying with their feelings.” You nodded along to his explanation, “You’ll be filmed rolling your eyes when they call, ignoring them, flirting with other people and stuff but those are standalone scenes. For another part of the video we’re gonna film last, we need you posing in a photo booth with one of the girls like a cute couple, before walking down the street chasing after another woman you saw through the shop window.”

So you were playing the toxic partner in a relationship; that’s a first, you’ve always been on the receiving end.

“So right now, we have the girls lined up and we’ll do a really quick chemistry screening. Sophia’s up first.”

The two of you shared a quick smile, before you were guided towards a table with two cups in front of a camera. You were then told to act like the two of you were on a date. And though Sophia’s bright expression softened the awkward tension at first, it was obvious when the two of you would accidentally move your hands at the same time and apologize quickly.

The director shook his head, “Okay, the two of you look cuter as a friendship, the romance feels forced on screen.”

Sophia nodded, the two of you sharing a couple words making a joke about breaking up before the leader was invited to leave. Then came Manon, and you knew it was going to be a while.

next. 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ masterlist.

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[cherry-smokes]

Don’t you want me baby?

AKA Steve doesn’t want you to meet his parents and you start spiraling Pairing: Steve Harrington x bassist!reader Word count: 1.2K Warnings: hurt/comfort because Steve is just too into Sugar to let her hurt too long.

You’ve always known you weren’t a ‘bring home to the parents’ kind of girl. Frankly you took a lot of pride in it. At the end of the day you didn’t want to meet the people who created the assholes you’ve dated before. Them not offering just took the pressure off your shoulders. Relationships were always just a fleeting, sometimes fun thing. Most guys got bored after realizing they prefer to be the rockstar instead of the groupie.

You’ve denied yourself the desire for love for a long time. It didn’t feel tangible before. So why would you plague yourself with the disappointment of not being enough for someone. It was easier to live that way.

Steve made you feel different. Steve made you feel like that part of you which you had locked away for so long finally had a space to run free. That you weren’t an idiot for thinking that there truly was someone out there who would love you unconditionally. It feels too soon to say that but you couldn’t stop the freight train that was Steve Harrington from crashing into the brick wall you had built around your heart.

That’s probably why this all hurts so much.

It hadn’t even felt like a big deal to you at the time.

“I could just meet you at your place?”

“Oh…no, no I’ll come pick you up.”

“You always pick me up, let me drive. I wanna take care of you this time.” it came out teasingly. With that goddamn smile that made Steve’s knees buckle and his heart beat so strong he could feel it all the way up to his shoulders.

“No just- I’ll pick you up”

“Do you think I’m a bad driver or something?”

He chuckled at that. “Considering the fact that Eddie taught you to drive, I’m doubtful of your abilities.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve never gotten a single ticket. So you should let me treat my pretty boy to a night out and let me make him my passenger princess for once.”You grab his face and kiss him sweetly. Teeth against teeth as you both smile, but his fades faster than yours does.

“My parents are home this weekend, you don’t want deal with them.”

“Who said I didn’t want to deal with them?”

“They’re a lot.”

“Well, so am I.”

“I just think it’s better if I pick you up, yeah?”

You’ve never had a smile wiped off your face so fast. You nod and lean away from him.

“Sure, whatever you want.”

Steve makes you feel…soft. Had it been any other guy this would have never bothered you, but Steve wasn’t any other guy. He was someone you had grown to really care for. Someone you actually saw a future with, or wanted to at least. So him not wanting you to meet his parents felt like a bad omen.

If we’re closer to your family, physically and in any other sense, you would have introduced Steve to them in a heart beat. The closest thing you had to that was Eddie and the guys, and Steve had already met them.

So yeah. This was a pretty big fucking deal to you. You know the kind of girls he’s dated before. Prim and proper. The kind of girls who go on to be beauty queens or valedictorians. That never bother you before, but now you’re thinking about every reason why he wouldn’t want you to meet his folks.

Your reputation isn’t…polished. You’re abrasive, and overwhelming to some people. You hang out with ‘freaks’ and you make a living off of playing in dive bars and bartending. None of that really screams ‘life long partner.’

Maybe that’s what he’s looking for. Maybe you’re just a stepping stone for him. Some crazy story he can tell his Wall Street friends one day when he finally decides to give into his father’s wishes.

You wish all of this wasn’t running through your mind right now. Sat on your couch with Steve’s arm around you. You feel tense. Like you don’t really fit next to him. It’s been this way all night. At dinner, in the car, even at the door step to your apartment when he asked if you wanted to watch a movie instead of calling it a night.

You know what’s coming. He’s too attentive to not notice. You’ve seen how he’s cowered into himself all night and the way his eyebrows have drawn together as you brush off his affection.

You don’t want to be cruel, but you get mean when you’re hurt. You’ve never known anything else. You wish you knew a better way to deal with it but you don’t and you can’t look at this man who makes you burn and lie to him like you have to others.

So when he asks you what’s wrong you can’t bring yourself to say it’s nothing.

“Are you ashamed to be with me?”

You feel it then. His arm tenses up and it moves away from around your shoulders as he leans back to look at you.

“What?”

“I know you heard me don’t make me repeat myself.”

He looks genuinely confused. Like he can’t understand why you’re asking this.

“Why would I be ashamed of you?”

“I don’t know Steve, you tell me.”

He looks you dead in the eyes. The weight of his gaze makes you feel heavy, like you’re sinking into yourself.

“I’m not ashamed of you I l-you know how I feel about you.”

You want to believe him. You want to so badly. You want to nod and agree and curl into his side so he’ll kiss your neck and whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you forget every horrible thing that’s ever happened to you both. But you can’t.

“You don’t want me to meet your parents.”

“No. I don’t.”

He’s like one of those Greek statues you see in museums. Gorgeous, and strong. The way he says it is…steadfast. One of the loveliest things about Steve is that he is stubborn…now it feels like one of the worst.

You don’t want to cry in front of him. You don’t want embarrass yourself so you choke it down like everything else and turn towards your television screen.

“Ok then.”

You rack through your brain trying to decide if you want to kick him out kicking and screaming or just let him go on his own. Before you can decide, his hand is on your face and he’s turning you towards him. His grip on your chin is tender but strong. Just like him.

“I can see those gears turning in your head. It’s not because I’m ashamed of you.”

Your eye twitches like it always does when you’re confused. He fucking adores it.

“You’re stubborn, and loud, and probably too honest for your own good. You’re…vulgar, and brilliant and you drive me fucking insane and you’re too goddamn good for my parents. They wouldn’t know what to do with you, I don’t know what to do with you but I’m so fucking thankful you’re letting me figure it out. I just want to keep you to myself so I can woo you long enough to not run away when you do meet them.”

Your bottom lip trembles. You’re thankful he doesn’t point out the quiver in your voice when you finally speak up.

“I’m not that stubborn.”

His smile is golden. You let him drag you into him as he presses his lips against yours. You want to savor it and keep him there forever but you can’t stop his hand moving from your chin and grabbing at your hair as he pulls your head back so he can he trail sweet pecks against your cheek and down your neck.

“Whatever you say Sugar.”

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Tiny little angsty blurb for you guys<3

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

I think it's better to just post the continuation of this as a separate post rather than a reblog in my OG account, so here it is

As Louis and Ryan Parker walked into the unassuming private gym per the direction they received on their phone, they are welcomed by the statuesque sight of the handsome and fierce ADA Pirelli that fought like crazy to ensure that both of them rot in prison just last month until they posted bail. The ADA just smirked as he grabbed the growing bulge in his pants and licked his lips in delight

"Sweaty walk here, huh? Just take that shirt off then to get yourself comfortable, it's a gym anyway,"

Both men stared at each other, seething with anger and hesitant to the reasoning on why the fuck they should listen to this ADA, until Pirelli growled that it's an order, not a request. So, both men eventually complied and left with only their sweatpants

"Kneel," said Pirelli with coldness in his delivery as he circled both men while trying to unbuttoned his cuff

Again, the initial hesitation eventually ended with sigh of resignation to their fate as they both kneeled to the concrete floor

"You boys are looking great," said ADA Pirelli as he already tore apart his stuffy working clothes to reveal the branded, silky smooth underwear of his, now standing directly in front of both felon

"We're only doing this because of your stupid arrangement, fucker," replied the one with the face tattoo, or Face Tat as Pirelli colloquially called him while talking to his fellow law-enforcer folks. Slap, that's the reply from Pirelli. Another slap, because Face Tat looked pissed from the treatment. Yet another slap because the anger is still visible in Face Tat's eyes, until Pirelli grabbed his chin and stared him right in his eyes

"You'll be like your good friend over there and give me your best puppy eyes, bitch, or I will make sure I'll throw the whole sentences your way and you can say goodbye to ever breath fresh air again," threatened the intimidating ADA, using the powerful arm of the law (and his!) to practically blackmail these felon into submission

So Face Tat eventually gave up and calmed down, his eyes twinkled with innocence that couldn't be placed in the criminal's face before but now it looked so amusing, which drive Pirelli nuts because the look of defeat and submission from such a notorious fucker seemed like the perfect fantasy-turned-reality for him. When these criminals looked so terrified just to be in his presence brings him the biggest adrenaline sensation because it means that he succeeded in staking fear into their hearts. Maybe the adrenaline rush also caused by his own sense of justice combined with Pirelli's naivety of all evil should and would be punished, but all in all Chief Hornet fully enjoyed getting in control of this young and ambitious ADA while amplifying this ADA's obsession for power and control. And boy, forget Chen and Miller, these two newcomer partner from Callahan & Ortiz played their part so beautifully, it makes the whole thing feels fucking real because not once they cracked and break character, thought Chief Hornet as his underwear now fully dropped to the floor puddling on the floor below him. As he facefucked Face Tat with his swelling 7.5 Italian-American cut meat, he grinned mischievously for the turn of fate that happened as he remembered how Pirelli sniffed around like a moron in the wrong place to his business. Now, Pirelli is not just a straight A ADA, he got some edge to him doing dirty manipulative tricks on the side when Chief Hornet felt like he wanted to don the man anytime he pleased. Plus, the Chief no longer needs to rely on his assistant and can ditch that role of a bottom getting fucked by these lowly-scum and instead slid inside this ADA and dominated these felons instead!

[archangeldyke-all]

hi angel!! how have you been? first request so i’m kinda scared, but do you think you’ll bring back club mom reader? i thought that dynamic was soooo cute, maybe reader and sev go on vacation away from the girls and reader misses them, or anything you’d like!

have the best day ❤️❤️

oh my god i was just thinking about this story!! lets do something sweet and cheesy hehe

men and minors dni

buttercup finds you sulking in the locker room.

"mom, i need a bandaid, one of my blisters just burst-- oh, janna." she groans at the sight of you.

you sniffle, wiping up your tears and throwing your tissue behind your shoulder. "i'm fine!"

"you're so not fine." she coos, wrapping you up in a hug. you sigh and cry against your friend's shoulder. "fuck, you're pathetic. sevika's gonna love hearing about this."

"you can't tell her!" you gasp, scandalized. buttercup pulls away from you with a cackle.

"oh, come on. i bet she's crying on silco's shoulder about you right now, too." she teases. you groan.

"i know it's been less than a week but..."

"you miss her." buttercup says with an understanding nod. she's completely right. you do miss her. you thought you'd be able to make it through ten days with your girlfriend on a buisness trip, but apparently you can't go more than forty eight hours without her now. "you want me to show you my tits to make you feel a bit better?" she offers.

you laugh and open your desk, grabbing a bandaid. "no, that's alright." buttercup raises an eyebrow at you and you laugh. "okay, yeah, show me."

she sits on your desk and takes her pleaser off, before untying the string of her bikini top.

you blink at her tits. they're great tits. buttercup even gives you a bit of a shimmy. but you're horrified to find that it does nothing for you. "'s not workin' buttercup." you whine. "they're just not sevika's tits."

she cackles. "oh janna mom, you've got it bad." she ties her top back up and bandages her blister. "i'm telling her you said that, y'know. you two are just too fuckin' corny, i can't stand it."

"have you taken your break yet?" you ask as buttercup stands. she rolls her eyes.

"yes i've taken my break, that's the third time you've asked tonight. have you taken your break?"

"yeah." you respond sadly, staring down at the framed picture of sevika on your desk-- her one and only mugshot-- gifted to you by ran on your birthday this year. "i spent the whole half hour starin' at this picture of her."

"okay, i need to get out of here before i vomit from all the yearning." buttercup kisses your cheek and pats your back. "she'll be back in five days mom, you can make it! love you!" she calls over her shoulder as she walks back out to the club.

"love you." you grunt, slouching back down in your chair.

most of your girls find your yearning sweet. frosty and crystal are practically running the 'mom-vika' fanclub, always squealing over the two of you together.

mandy, trinity, and star have started calling sevika 'dad', to match your 'mom' title.

but you might actually be driving cherry crazy.

"how is it possible for you to look even worse today than you did yesterday!?" cherry groans as she walks into your tiny office at the start of the evening. you sigh.

"thanks cherry, you're a great friend."

she cackles. "awe, cheer up. she comes home in two days! aren't you excited?!"

"i've been excited for her to come home for eight days now. the excitement is starting to wear off." you pout. cherry groans.

"c'mon mom, you gotta get out of this slump! you think sevika wants to come home to some slimy sad sack!? no!"

"well, whaddya want me to do?"

cherry considers it for a moment, before a smile grows on her face.

"i've got the perfect idea."

forty eight hours, an afternoon of the girls teaching you some dance moves, and one nice long bath later; you're ready for sevika's arrival.

you've got it all planned out. she'll come home and find you in your lingerie (trinity's about your size so she let you look through some of the outfits stored in her locker) you'll push her into her favorite armchair, and you'll give her a little 'welcome home' lap dance.

and then, hopefully, you'll get fucked into next week.

you can hear her heavy boots stomping down the street from the end of the block. you squeak in excitement and light a few candles, before flicking the lights off and playing some music.

sevika stumbles through the door just as you're finished spritzing yourself in your favorite 'sexy' scent.

"welcome home ba--" you freeze. sevika gawks at you. her clothes are tattered, her luggage is missing, and some of the wiring on her mech arm is exposed. "what the fuck!?" you scream, scrambling across the room to cup sevika's face in your hands.

"is this for me?" she asks with a sultry smile. you sputter.

"you're bleeding!" you squeal. "what the fuck happened!?"

sevika shrugs and laughs. "some assshole tried to rob the train we were on. i took care of 'em. to thank me, the trainline lost my fucking luggage."

"wh-- are you okay!?"

"i'm much better now that i'm seeing this." she says with a giggle, snapping the band of your sexy undies against your hip. you snort and then lean into kiss her. sevika sighs against your lips, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight against her chest. "janna, it's good to see you. i don't think i can go more than two days without you anymore, isn't that fucking insane? you're more essential to me than water."

you laugh and kiss her again. "fuck, i feel the same way. cherry almost strangled me for being so whiny."

"silco threatened to fire me if i kept 'moping.'" she says with air quotes.

you can't stop smiling. your plans for the night are likely ruined-- you'll have to bathe sevika and make sure she's not too injured before you can do any lapdancing, and by then you'll be too tired to be sexy anyways. still though. you can dance for her tomorrow night. you can dance with her for every night from now on, because she's back home. "y' wanna get married?" you ask-- the words slipping off your tongue easily, before you can even think them through.

sevika blinks at you. "wh--what!?"

"i don't have a ring or anything, but..." you trail off, realizing what you've just asked. "fuck, what do you want me to say, sevika? i've got a dozen stripper kids to take care of and you make good money--"

sevika cuts you off with a cackle. "you missed me that bad?" she teases. you grin.

"yeah, i did."

"yeah, me too. i had a ring i picked out for you in my suitcase-- saw it at some jewelry shop we passed."

"are you serious!?"

"why do you think i was so pissed they lost my suitcase?" sevika asks with a laugh.

"oh, janna i love you." you sigh as you lean in for another kiss.

sevika grins. "i love you, too. is this the outfit trinity almost killed that senator in?" you burst into laughter and nod guiltily. you didn't think she'd remember. sevika sighs dreamily. "my beautiful bride."

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[daenysx]

mmmm any thoughts on modern!sirius? 😌

YES, here are some modern!sirius headcanons (at least what i imagine)

um- so this man is hauntingly beautiful

i think sirius has this intimidating kind of beauty, you wanna look away but you can't

black curls and shiny eyes and lovely lips

written by lana del rey

his favorite lana album is ultraviolence

leather jacket is a life style

he once wore it when it's snowing like when it's dangerously cold and got sick after

remus was like 'what were you expecting'

and sirius was like 'mm-no regrets'

charming as hell

and he's like super sarcastic

just imagine how charming he should be to let you ignore his sarcasm

he likes drinking americano with an extra shot

always cold hands. only gets warm when he lets you hold them.

leans down to hear you better. and what is this like the boyfriend material?

he's a night owl, enjoys the darkness of the night and the silence of his room

but then he can never wake up on time in the morning

he sleeps with three pillows

puts his head between two of them and uses the other to wrap his arm around it

his hair always gets messy but he knows how to fix them by using the right products (we all know he knows what to use right?)

tattoos

lots of them sprinkled on his chest

likes being kissed on them

loves getting hickeys on them

oh- speaking of hickeys let me get a lil smutty here

i feel like he knows what he wants and also knows how to get it

teases a lot but you don't even notice sometimes because he kisses his way out of everything

a big fan of sleepy sex

also a big fan of having you on top

he likes wearing rings and guess what

he doesn't really take them off when he touches you

he always talks you through it

adores how you tilt your head back as he makes you come- and the noises you let out

yeah you have him wrapped around your finger right there

smokes after sex

loves having the windows open and feel the fresh air on his bare skin

he's so dramatic sometimes

sometimes?

oops sorry i meant always

but he looks good when he pouts so do we even care

he likes when you pull his hair (i literally have a fic for it right here)

and he's kinda insatiable when he's not sleepy or grumpy, he just likes touching and being close to you

drives remus crazy by doing literally anything

he loves doing it (we kinda ship them here you know this) so he'll never stop

he would die for remus and james

and regulus

oh regulus

in my mind they always argue but they would die for each other so-

happy happy life with the black brothers

sirius pretends he hates it when you say regulus is right on something but he actually enjoys it- like i said a man of drama

loves getting forehead kisses (click here for more on this!)

loves falling asleep on your thighs

loves getting his hair played with

do i really have to say he loves slow scratches on his skin? i mean he's modern life padfoot come on

speaking of padfoot- he's a dog person

he thinks he can actually speak with dogs

i think that's all i have for now

you can send me an ask if you want more! <3

[sqh3e]

shotaro is that type of boyfriend to

⊹ ࣪ ˖ shotaro is that kind of boyfriend ! : 𑁤

riize shotaro | bf!shotaro x fem!reader ♡ head canons !

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bf!shotaro who would call you every night cause he can’t sleep without your voice. “i miss you can you call me?” “baby it’s yntaro time now call me.”

bf!shotaro who would text you randomly out the day checking on you. “did you eat today?” “hey, did you get your clothes out the washer?”

bf!shotaro that would drop to his knees dramatically seeing you in any outfit. “oh my goodness, my pretty girl.” “actually not even pretty you’re gorgeous baby so so gorgeous!”

bf!shotaro where anything that you do would drive him crazy. “why are you wearing my hoodie? i’m not complaining at all!” “hey..! why is your hand on my thigh?”

bf!shotaro who gets needy when he misses you. “can you show you love some LOVE?” “babyyyyy.” he literally the cutest when he pouts.

bf!shotaro who smiles at anything you do. “you’re so proud of that dti outfit huh?” “you look so pretty with this hairstyle, makes your cheeks more chubby.”

bf!shotaro who pays attention to the little things. “i bought you this bracelet cause you’re always taking mine, so now were matching!” “i heard you say you wanted marshmallows the other day i got you some.”

bf!shotaro who floods you with affection and kisses after a long day.

bf!shotaro who brings you up in conversations when you aren’t around.

bf!shotaro who gets giddy around you as if it’s your first time meeting again

bf!shotaro who jumps to tell anyone the story about how you two meet. “so basically me and y/n meet” “i love telling this story.”

bf!shotaro who gets shy whenever you compliment him.

bf!shotaro who gives you his jacket whenever you get cold or just cause. “here take my jacket your arms are so cold.”

authors notes: missing shotaro more than usual this week…

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[rivalsispunk]

TEASER: Driving Miss Crazy (Chapter 3 of ongoing series When We’re Alone)

Best friend’s dad!Declan O’Hara, boss!Declan O’Hara x AFAB reader

Warnings: mention of m! masturbation, Declan being a grumpy simp, etc etc

It was rare, unheard of, even, for someone to receive praise from Declan, the journalist’s standards so high that he rarely found anyone who could meet them. But somehow, you did. Your research was thorough, always annotated with further notes and references. You weren’t afraid to get on the phones and track down sources. Not to mention, your coffee was fantastic. Not even in twenty years of marriage had Maud managed to perfect his preference. Still, he rarely raised his satisfaction with you, a simple good or thanks sufficing. No, he saved his satisfaction for moments he was alone. He’d officially given up willing his throbbing cock to flaccidity when thoughts of you creeped in during the quiet hours, allowing himself the quick gratification before the shame set in.

There was one particular day, a few weeks into your tenure at Corinium that Declan had fallen in a foul pit of a mood. He’d barged into his office already on the warpath. He barked orders at you and spent the better part of the morning criticising an upcoming guest, when he’d spent the previous day praising him. He even had you remake his coffee four times after complaints that it was too sweet or too cold or some other ridiculous excuse, despite making it the same way you did everyday. By the time six PM rolled around, you could count on one hand the times Declan had actually looked at you, each time egged on by a scowl. In your short time at the company, and with Taggie’s advice, you’d learned to let your boss be when the stress of the job got to him. It wasn’t until you were leaving for the day that Declan spoke to you without a growl in his voice.

“You did grand today,” he said, the comment shocking you as you stood up from your seat. “I know I’ve been a right arse all day. I’m sorry. You did a fantastic job, really.” His dark features softened as he peered up at you from his desk.

“Mr O’Hara, are you paying me a compliment?” You feigned shock, hand flush against your chest as you pretend to be scandalised.

“Don’t get used to it,” he told you, a smile ghosting over his lips. He turned back to his notes, but unbeknownst to you, he was unable to read the muddled words on the page, his brain fixed on the way you cooed Mr O’Hara. All breathy and innocent and unintentionally sultry. You made his name yours.

He hated how much he loved it.

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[jacksonseymour13]

This post is long

Anybody feels disappointed there wasn't enough angst, mistrust or tension between Gi-Hun and In-Ho? Angst!Inhun

I love these old lovelies and this ship with all my heart but I can't help but feel like it was lacking in overall conflict. Two people working together,main protagonist and main antagonist being allies. Gi-Hun's massive trust issues that were played up in the first 2 episodes leading up to him joining the games didn't nearly impact enough as the episodes proceeded. The significance of #01 and that connection to the old guy from S1(help I forgot his name😭🙏🏻).

I needed In-Ho proving and bending over backwards to have Gi-Hun trust his ass. In-Ho was on a mission to infiltrate Gihun's trust before ripping it apart last second as a "I told you so honey".

Gi-Hun definitely had a stronger tense dynamic with Sangwoo in the game, yes you could argue their childhood besties and have known each other for as long as possible but it doesn't change the fact Gi-Hun was weary of Sang Woo and showed several moments doubting his authentic nature in the game, especially after glass Bridge.

GIVE ME A HANDOUT! I need them screaming at each other and having a power struggle with Team X, I need them driving each other crazy and wanting to beat the living shit out of each other(although they never come to blows😉). Fake player In-Ho and Gi-Hun's dynamic was IMO wasted and could've been so much juicier. I'm happy with what we got but...

The greedy desperate cunty that I am needed just a little more gravitas and sprinkles of a little bit of this and that in their relationship. Gi-Hun should have been 100% suspicious and kept his guard up with In-Ho after he was the sole responsibility why everyone continued in the games post-1st vote. His red flags should have been going off crazily. Gi-Hun joined the game with focus not to play the same game again and play as Level 1, nah bro. He had his stats and composure maxed out.

He should have made a mental note of In-Ho never being present(becausenowayGihunwouldsuddenlyforgetahandsomemofolikethat)for waking up,red light green light and before the vote. Blud just teleported in. Gi-Hun had no real reason to trust In-Ho either but let me run with it before I get cooked by everyone(I still ship but the writing was a little questionable)

I would have loved Gi-Hun and In-Ho to have a conversation after 6 legs about In-Ho 'crash out moment'. That's his first glimpse exposing himself to Gihun without this unpenetratable armor of confidence. He saw In-Ho at a stressed point and would've been nice of him to reach out, make sure he's okay. They have a heart to heart there and In-Ho gets some truth off his chest that he has all this pressure of maintaining a perfect exterior. It would show a sense of inferiority complex and a little more depth of In-Ho in Gi-Hun's eyes. Gi-Hun just has the reason why In-Ho voted 'O and nothing else.

Using the fanon brainrot with this last one but I would have Gi-Hun replace Jung-Bae in the last mingle round of 2 players. It makes sense they would go together, It would be very interesting and turning point in Gi-Hun's eyes regarding In-Ho. It sucks because the writers HAD it right there and just did nothing with it. Jung-Bae not telling Gihun or Gihun ever picking up a sign In-Ho cannot be trusted was so fluffy and for what? I love fluff Inhun but angst Inhun would have went TWICE as hard.

Gi-Hun trust would probably solidify after seeing In-Ho kill that player after he votes for 'X but the potential, the confrontation and doubt needed to be shown so we can see how In-Ho would tip toe around such questions. Gi-Hun asking him where he was during RLGR,why he really voted for 'O in the first game just to turn around and vote 'X afterwards. The writers really let me down with this one yall but still a super sexy toxic ship that didn't fail me. Can't wait to see what Reveal!Inhun has in store for us.

[dovesdreaming]

Sunshine and shadows

Summary: Harry finds sunshine embodied in you, the daughter of hades, the most unlikely person. He can’t seem to turn his attention away from you.

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A/N: I’ve been away from this account for so long I came back to so many notifications 😅 but I’m going to try writing on here again as much as life will allow me to! Sorry for any comments, messages, requests and anything else I missed <3

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The Isle of the Lost wasn’t a place for brightness. It thrived on shadows, trickery, and sharp edges. People there didn’t smile unless they were up to something and no one radiated happiness unless they were completely mad. So when Harry Hook first laid eyes on you, standing in the middle of the marketplace with a beaming smile as you haggled with a vendor, he immediately assumed one thing: you had to be some sort of con artist.

“Yer not from ‘round here, are ye?” he asked, his pirate accent thick as he stepped into your line of sight. You turned to him, your grin widening. “I am from here. Born and raised! But I don’t hang around the marketplace much. I usually stick to the Underworld with my dad”. “The Underworld, aye?” Harry raised an eyebrow, the hand holding his hook resting on his belt. “And who’s yer dad, then?” “Hades” you replied cheerfully, like you hadn’t just dropped the name of one of the most powerful villains ever.

Harry blinked, taken aback. You didn’t look like the daughter of the god of the dead. Your hair shimmered with light streaks, your clothes were colorful, and your demeanor was so warm that it felt like standing under a sunny sky. “Yer joking” You giggled. “Nope! I guess I don’t exactly fit the family aesthetic, huh?” You twirled a strand of hair around your finger and shrugged. “Dad says I’m a ‘walking paradox’”. Harry didn’t know what to say to that, which was rare for him. Instead, he watched as you paid the vendor no threats, no trickery, just a genuine thank-you and skipped off, humming a tune as you left the marketplace. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you after that.

The next time Harry saw you, it was by chance or so he told himself. You were perched on the steps of the dilapidated school building, flipping through a tattered book. The sunlight managed to filter through the grime-streaked windows, making you look like you were glowing. “Ye always this cheerful, or are ye just puttin’ on a show?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. You looked up and smiled. “I’m always like this. It drives most people here crazy”. “I can see why” he muttered, though his lips twitched upward.

You tilted your head, studying him with curious eyes. “What about you? You don’t seem like the brooding type. You’ve got that whole pirate swagger going on, but I bet you’re secretly a softie”.

Harry barked out a laugh. “A softie? Me? Lass, I’ve been runnin’ this Isle since I was old enough to hold a sword”. “Maybe” you said, unconvinced. “But I think you’re nicer than you let on”. He rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the faint blush creeping up his neck. “Ye don’t know me”. “Not yet” you said brightly, and that was the moment Harry realized you weren’t just another Isle kid. You were different, dangerously so.

The two of you started spending more time together. At first, Harry convinced himself it was because he was curious about you, nothing more. But then he found himself looking forward to your impromptu visits, your endless optimism, and the way you seemed to see something good in him that no one else did. You’d drag him to the docks and point out shapes in the clouds, much to his annoyance. “That one looks like a ship!” you exclaimed one afternoon, lying on your back with your head resting on his lap. “It looks like nothin’” he replied, but his hand absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair. “Come on, use your imagination!”

“Pirates don’t use imagination, lass. We deal in facts”. You pouted, sitting up and poking him in the chest. “Well, you’re missing out”. Harry chuckled, grabbing your hand before you could poke him again. “Yer impossible, ye know that?” “And yet, here you are” you teased, leaning closer. He couldn’t argue with that.

As time went on, Harry found himself drawn to your warmth like a moth to a flame. You had a way of making the darkness of the Isle seem just a little brighter, and he couldn’t get enough of it. One night, you snuck into Ursula’s Fish & Chips to surprise him after a long day of work. “Lass, what’re ye doin’ here?” he asked, though his tone lacked any real annoyance. You held up a small bag. “I made cookies! Well, I tried to make cookies. They’re a little burnt, but they still taste okay!” Harry stared at you, completely dumbfounded. “Ye baked? For me?” “Of course!” you said, grinning. “You’re my best friend. Well, maybe more than a best friend…” He froze, his mind racing. “More?” You suddenly looked shy, which was a rare sight. “I mean… I like you. A lot. I figured you already knew that, though”.

Harry blinked, your words sinking in. He wasn’t used to people being so open about their feelings, let alone toward him. But as he looked at your hopeful expression, he realized he felt the same way. “Yer somethin’ else, sunshine” he said, pulling you into a hug. “And for the record, I like ye too”.

From that moment on, Harry was completely smitten. He’d never admit it out loud, but he adored how you balanced out his rough edges. You challenged him to see the world differently, and in return, he made sure you always felt safe and protected. Whenever someone on the Isle teased you for being too cheerful, Harry would step in, hook glinting in the light. “Say another word, and ye’ll be dealin’ with me”.

And when Harry’s temper got the best of him, you were there to calm him down with a gentle touch and a reassuring smile. “You’re not as scary as you think you are” you’d tease, and he’d roll his eyes, but your words always softened him. The two of you were an unlikely pair, a pirate and a ray of sunshine, but together, you made the Isle a little brighter and a lot more interesting. And Harry wouldn’t have it any other way.

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꧁ Suguru Geto x Black! reader ꧂

Contains following; drug sex, makeup sex, cross faded, suguru being slick toxic, gohoe (gojo stupid ass), arguing and lots of STARZ ass scenario... (guh, anyone even used Starz anymore? Shit used to be a hit...), mating press, overstimulating, breeding, use of the word, 'Nigga', just some raunchy behaviors.. he slick delulu and think men want you...

Creator note: but please I'm fairly new so criticism is aloud... this is proofread...

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You were angry, really fucking angry. Gojo was driving you back home after another eventful night that ended with you and geto in seperate cars on the way home. You and him were at a club and he bring something up that made you sick. So, naturally you said sumthing slick to him too. It ended with you arguing in the parking lot and saying something along the lines of, "You can go fuck some other bitch if they make yo' dick hard!"

Either way, you received messages from him on your way home that were only fuel to your ever ending flames.

You turned your phone off. Ignoring all the calls and facetimes that came through. Gojo took a deep gulp before smiling weakly, "You sure you shouldn't pick that up? You know how geto gets on the road. He'll run a pedestrian over to get to you."

You huffed, nails clacking together as you put it on silent, you turned your puffy eyes to gojo and snarled, "Fuck that nigga! He ain't care when he said he ate me like I'm his ex! So, who give a fuck if that nigga weaving sum traffic fa' me!? 'Shit dead!" You huffed fixing your hair and sundress. Gojo came to a halt at a stop light, he pulled his shades to his nose to look at you. You were heated with geto. This was the second time he's said something like this that's made you angry.

"Who Shay? Yeah, she got some good pussy on them good days... oh you meant y/n? Eh, it varies when she wanna be available." He said laughing with toji. Toji made a slick reply that bounced off geto and stuck right into you. Later that night, you confronted him about it in the parking lot, and he laughed it off, trying to sooth your anger. But you were beyond it, "Well, if you didn't piss me off, I wouldn't say things like that in front of company." Piss him off!? The fuck did you do?

"What the fuck I do to piss you off, huh!?" You yelled. He mumbled about you talking to some guy you saw yesterday at work in the club that night. You angrily detest his accusations of cheating or attempt cheating and told him he was crazy. He yelled at you that he knew what you were up to and that if you were gonna play that game, then he'll play too. Yall screamed all night about it until you just settled on a fuck you and cutting the guy off.

You didn't do a damn thing. You made sure you ain't did nun wrong, even confirming with gojo that he was the one out of line and not you. As you reared home, gojo picked up his phone and spoke. You guys were entering your apartment gates when gojo suddenly halted. He started looking around before parking next to a black mustang. The car lights were on, illuminating the inside and their sat geto looking at the car. His gaze really was directed towards you. He held a phone to his ear as they continued talking hushed. Gojo hung up and unlocked the car doors.

"Shawty, im afraid you gone have to get out. I don't feel like having to buss his lip for keying my shit... he said go get in the car." Gojo said with a smile on his face. You huffed, "My fucking god!"

You got out the car, adjusting your dress to the cold air. You grabbed your Louis purse and your bubble coat before angrily making your way to his car. With a swiftness geto stepped out of the car, smoke emitting and hitting your nose with that familiar scent that made you almost dizzy. To take a hit of that would be heavenly. You pushed past him and got into the car.

You sat their breathing in the scent of weed and Suguru. Geto had went to gojo's car to give him the ole, 'Why you ain't leave her ass for me to come get her!?' Talk. Your hands found their ways into the astray pulling out a fat wood still barely lit.

Oh he fucking thought... You thought to yourself. You pulled out your cute lighter with the pink flames that he bought you to match his green flamed one. You took a long drag before puffing out in relief. Two drags in, the door opened. Geto got in, still pissed, eyeing you with cat eyes.

"What?" You said.

"The fuck you mean what?" He growled. You faced toward him, taking another drag and laughing, "What? Im not finna let you fuck up this wood... so like i said?" You laughed even more taking a couple more hits, feeling that familiar smoke build in your core. Your eyes started faltering and the air felt a bit too light.

Geto tilted his head, "You mad at a fucking joke? And I'm mad that you tryna fuck my bestfriend, so what?"

"Why you mad I want someone better than you? Maybe i should've gotten that guys number tok huh?" You giggled. Geto snapped and grabbed the wood from you. He took a few drags at it before gripping your throat with his free hand. It wasn't to hurt you and neither did he squeeze it like it was. But, something about his face and his body as he did it... turned you on....

"You tryna say he can do better than me mama?" He asked you, lidded black eyes stared right back into yours. He put the wood between his lips, using both hands to slide yours up toward the roof of the car. He leaned closer, smoke filling your lungs. You coughed, catching his attention, "Say it again."

The tension between you and him, had your body vibrating. Not sure if it was the weed, or that little bit of anger that still roared within your ribs but you granted him his wish, "Gojo could fuck me in a stupor before your sorry, pencil dick ass could ever. And maybe might get that nigga to join too, if he not pussy.."

Getos mouth twitched, he took his left hand and held the wood, "Ight..."

☆An hour Later☆

"Ooh daddy~!" You moaned against the covers. Aching and pulling at them as you sweated out on your stomach and knees. Geto was balls deep, pressing you into the bed and marbling st your brown ass jiggling against his abdomen.

"Yeah~? You thought daddy wanted to fuck some other bitch? You thought I was serious? How you think I feel watchin' all those bastards walk up on you, how they get to breathe my baby space? How they get to talk to you like their me... I hate that shit n' you go as far as to make me madder and say you gone fuck gojo?", his thrusts became monstrous. You had already come down your thighs four times and he was working you to your fifth.

Your thighs threatened to crumble when he grabbed the headboard with one hand. His other rested on your ass to keep you in place. You were whining, crying and begging.

"Ah~! Daddy, they didn't mean shit! They didn't mean shit daddy! Ohh my god~♡ I swear on my life I wouldn't fuck him! Aughhhh fuckkkkk~♡ Ooh daddy believe me!" You yelled out, hair falling over your sweaty body and face.

Suguru wasn't listening, "Uh huh? Now that's what it is? Now we don't wanna fuck Satoru? Nah, hold yo' resolve and spread them fuckin' legs."

You felt that coil in your stomach about to push you over the edge until their was no feeling. The Pounding stopped and the shaking on the headboard stopped too. You lifted your head enough to see suguru hovered over you. Sweat drenched face, eyes red from a good high and brows furrowed in frustration.

"You not gone do what I say?" He asked you. You're thighs were pressed together shaking. Pussy dripping on your thighs. You laid their whimpering for him, "Sugu~"

With a swiftness, he turned you over on your back. He dragged you to the middle of the bed with him where he folded you in half. Thighs pressed to either side of your head, you felt his thick tip slowly drive itself inside of you. He filled you back up, leaving you leaking his cum and squirt. "Auh~" you moaned. Words weren't forming correctly and your bubbly thoughts weren't connecting.

"Who you gone fuck? Gojo right? You gone fuck gojo right? How gojo gone feel hearin' this pussy sing f' me?" He asked. He pushed and pulled out of you, earning such dastardly noises. You arched against his chest when he sunk back in, picking back up his pace, "Now what the fuck I say? I was joking right?"

His thrusts were leaving you breathless and sightless. Eyes rolled up like rolling pins and mouth opened, drooling. Tears falling from your wasted eyes and lightly down your face.

He slapped your face with his free hand and asked, "I said I was joking didn't I!?" His hair fell around yours, lips brushing against your swollen lips.

"Yeah! Yeah nigga fuckkk~!" You cursed. He smirked when you responded to him in that week voice. That voice with hints of whimpering and compliance, his favorite sound.

"B~ but you made me mad too~!" You whined into his shoulder, scratching his back with broken stilettos (yes, he got them fixed the next day!) Making their marks down his shoulders and towards the middle of his back. He groaned, grinding his hips into you, dragging you against the bed and deeper in. You were thrown, he had you rung five orgasms ago, so you were a bundle of nerves laying under him. He felt his third orgasm arriving, "W~ why you think daddy fucking you like this? Cause I'm sorry too~ but don't daddy need to feel good too~?"

You couldn't even answer him before you're cumming again, "Cumming!"

He bit down on his lip before bearing down and cumming in your tight cunt for the fifth time. You were almost rabbit, fighting to come from under him. He complied and let you go with a chuckle, watching you rive and shake, trying to come down.

You were beautiful when you were angry. But, that satisfaction he got bringing you to your weakest. When he could make you made enough to make you go into thag cute little fit, then say everything your thinking, get a little high and fuck you down to a mindless bunny.

"Still no better than gojo?" He asked you with a wink. Your eyes were all a glow. You waved a hand weakly at his question and turned on your side. Suguru sighed, leaning into you and kissing your temple.

He loved his mad lil' fine shyt. He couldn't argue or complain with anything better than you.

Sorry if this was rushed or badly paced... I've been a little scared to post here so, there will be longer books and shorter books. 😅 *thank you to @anitalenia , for those cute dividers... 😍

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Obsessed With You - The Orion Experience/Fan Behavior - Isaac Dunbar

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