#that picture is from just today btw this is how he Gazes at me

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I noticed you weren't posting much for a while, you seem more active now adays and I hope you're doing okay! Say hi to Hugo!

omg... I appreciate the concern!! I'm not great but I am feeling better rn than I have been, and do not currently have a gun in my hand. also Hugo says hi back.

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▷ Someone Else?

Sypnosis . What happens when they find out you have a friend that’s a little too comfortable with you. / Pairings . (Separate) Nanami Kento x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader, Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Choso Kamo x f!reader. / Content . afab!reader, possessiveness, toxic men, rough sex, reader is oblivious to someone flirting with her, praise, overstim, degrading, non-curse au, dirty talk, filth, mention of squirting, spitting, etc. / wc . 7.8k

A/N: Nanami lovers are about to eat GOOD with this one & writing this cured my depression abt Choso. This is based on this anon req btw; JJK men finding out about a close male friend— not proofread, there may be a lot of errors… [MDNI]

★ Choso Kamo

“Mine, mine, mine, mine,” Is just about all Choso could grunt against your lips as he fucked you down into the mattress. “You understand that, no? You’re all mine, princess.”

Panting heavily, nails scraping at his back, pussy stuffed full of cum that was dripping out and down onto the bed so messily— Choso had you ruined all because he found out you had some guy friend who may have flirted with you today.

“Fuckin’ answer me,” Choso groans. His lips are right against yours, cock buried inches deep into your cunt as your legs remained sprawled out for him.

“Y-Yes, C-Choso-, fuck!” You moan into the air, eyes watering at how rough your husband was being with you.

His head tipped to the side, “Who the fuck did that guy think he was, huh? Flirting with you like you’re not my goddamn wife.”

“C-Choso, p-please-,”

“Please what?” He growls, voice just as rough as his thrusts were with you, “Told’ you I didn’t like that guy months ago.”

Your jaw simply hands open, eyes hardly on your lover above you, “M’sorry.”

Choso scoffs, “I know you are. You should be.” He huffs as his balls slap against your skin with each thrust.

Panting, you gasp out his name, “Choso…” You utter just as a big pout pulls at your lower lip, eyes doe-like as you gaze up at the man.

He cocks his head to the side and his eyes narrow at him, his dick twitching wildly inside you, “Don’t fuckin’ pouttt,” He coos, “Y’let that guy hug you like that today ‘nd you thought I was gonna be okay with that?”

You shake your head and a whine slips out, “N-No, but-“

“Shut up. I wasn’t done talkin’.” Choso cuts off meanly, rolling his eyes afterward, “Months I’ve been tellin’ you to distance yourself from him and yet here we are...” His body presses into yours and you whimper, feeling his hands grip your thighs tight enough to leave marks.

“Choso.” You call out, as if that’ll give you a second to escape him.

He holds back a whine that nearly escapes his throat due to how pretty you looked beneath him. Even upset with you, his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you by the mere sight of you whimpering below him.

“Fuck, I love you baby but damn,” He almost smiles at you, “I thought we talked about this?”

You take a deep breath, “W-We did, I just-“

Choso’s cock hits in deep, pelvis smacking against you constantly, “If you make another excuse for him m’gonna stop,” He tells you, hips slowing for only a second.

“N-No. Don’t stop, please.” You beg before moving your arms to wrap tighter around his neck and tug him closer.

“Mmmh,” He pouts to mock you but can’t deny the fact that the way you tugged him closer to you has his mind growing hazy for a second, “Don’t stop?” Choso asks.

He continues to slow down anyway, not yet coming to a halt but thrusts turning languid and listening to how your pussy messily slicks up his skin.

“Please, Cho, m-m’close.” You whisper, eyes silently begging him.

“Are you?” Choso questions, voice deeper than ever as he smirks, “Y’gonna cum f’me again? Wet up my cock so I can send that asshole a picture ‘nd show him whose dick you’re beggin’ for every night? Huh?”

Your back arches up off the bed a bit and your legs begin to cage around Choso’s waist, “Hahh, mmgh, t-that’s so… mean, Cho,” You whine in response, pouting again as your eyes water.

His pace had picked back up and you were being fucked into the mattress, a filthy mess of cum dripping down onto the bed below where the two of you were connected.

“Mean?” Choso echoes, the coldness of the wedding ring he’s got on his finger pressing further into your legs and making you shudder, “Baby… I can show you mean.”

You slide a hand up into his hair and pull his face closer to yours, attempting to kiss him, “Choso…”

He avoids your little gesture and teases you with a smile as he pulls up a little, “I could send him a video.”

“Choso please,” You frown at your husband’s sudden suggestion.

His dripping tip knocks against the hilt of your cunt, stuffing you full over and over before he finally let out a sigh, “Tch, fine. I won’t,” Choso hums, leaning closer to your face just like you originally wanted him to before whispering, “But don’t let me catch you around him again, okay?”

You nod and your eyes drop to his lips, “Okay.”

“Mh,” Choso hums against you as he finally gives you a slight kiss, feeling how you whine at the loss of the gentle contact when he pulls away, “Now tell me you love me, baby.”

You’re saying it faster than you could even process, “I love you, Cho.”

Oh his entire body reacts to that— hips drawing back, tip teasing your folds for a moment as he taunts you, “Yeah?”

“Mhmmm,” You hum eagerly.

His head tips to the side and he smirks, angling himself so that his cockhead bumps up against your clit, “How much?”

“Love you s’much,” You mumble, a slight whines leaving your throat after.

“Aww, do you? Y’love me so much?” Choso coos. His voice was as deep as ever but soft with you nonetheless before he moves his lips to your ear and shifts his cock back down to your twitching hole. Easing himself back in, “Or do you jus’ love gettin fucked like this?” Choso whispers.

The delicious stretch his cock created as it pushed back inside you had you gasping, “B-Both.”

“Both, huh?” Choso scoffs and his lips press against the shell of your ear, “Fuckin’ slut.”

Then he’s dragging his hips back and rutting them down into you with haste, listening to how each thrust makes you gasp and moan. You were so cute when you couldn’t handle him.

Your nails scratched at his scalp and his upper back, leaving bright red marks on his skin and making him hiss. Bulging cock sinking in and out of you so hard that all you could do was hold onto him and moan.

“H-Hhgnn…” You cry out— cunt tightening around him and earning a deep groan.

“Fuuuck, almost forgot you love that,” Choso huffs, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk, “Y’like it when I’m mean t’you, huh?”

“Ah, mgh, y-yeah,” Your voice comes in a sultry whimper and Choso groans again with how tight your pussy was clinging onto his cock, sucking him in deeper than he could handle.

His breath grows hot against your ear, “S’that why you let him hug you? You wanted to piss me off?” Thrusting harder and harder with his questions, your eyes begin to roll back.

“M-Maybe,” You manage to respond with a fucked-out smile taking over your expression.

“Maybe? Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” Choso purrs, “If you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you and call you a slut, all you had to do was ask.”

And then he’s doing just as he’s described— plump cockhead abusing your sweet spot by hitting it over and over, “H-Hahh, ah, nngh, t-that’s-, fuck, e-embarrassing Cho.”

Choso chuckles, “Askin’ for me to do somethin’ I’ve done before during sex isn’t embarrassing, baby. Y’know I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

You start pouting all over again, babbling an “M’sorry,” Without really understanding why you’re still apologizing.

“Mhm. Prove it by squirtin’ on me again,” Choso tells you before moving to sit up. He then tugs your thighs over his and fuck does the tip of his dick make you see stars for a second as he repositions himself slightly.

His hands grip onto your hips and he continues his rough pace like it’s nothing, hair disbelieved with a few dark stands sticking to his forehead.

“Cho,” You say in attempt to convince him to slow down for a moment.

Unfortunately for you, your voice only drives him crazier. You were so whiney, it caused blood to rush to the head of his cock and his balls to ache— everything about you was intoxicating.

“I’ll send your lil’ friend a picture of these messy ass sheets afterward, ‘kay?” Choso pants, lips parting as he releases a slight moan from your pussy dripping all over him. Such a messy girl you were, not that he’d prefer you any other way.

“Choso.” You manage almost sternly, sending him a pointed look.

He pouts and decides to play innocent as if his cock wasn’t currently tearing you apart, “Don’t scold me, I gotta do something, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach a hand down and graze his pelvis— making a fail of an attempt at pushing him away, “S’not nice.”

Choso snaps his hips forward as if to make a point and fuck his frustrations right into you, “Good thing m’not tryin’ to be fuckin’ nice then, right?”

★ Nanami Kento

Who swears he was never a jealous man. He's seen the way people look at you time and time again and never has he batted an eye-- why would he? Nanami's confident in himself enough to know that no other man would come in and steal your heart the way he has.

And such confidence remained up until today.

After a long day of work, there's nothing more he wants to come home to than his lovely girlfriend who he's been infatuated with for years now. Yet, today was different.

Walking into the shared apartment, unlike normal, you didn't come running up to him with a hug and a million kisses. Odd, he thought to himself, followed by a call of your name that echoed throughout the home.

"In the kitchen, Ken," You replied back, the sweet sound of your voice making him smile as he puffed out a sigh.

He's not sure where the momentary worry came from but it subsided as he figured you may have been busy with something. As Nanami takes his jacket off, he moves a hand to losen his tie, soon raking a hand through his hair afterward.

The house was awfully quiet, void of sounds of cooking or your voice-- which was, again, odd. Stepping out of his shoes, Nanami steadily makes his way to the kitchen, soon spotting you and feeling a thousand pounds of stress lift off of his shoulders at the mere sight of you.

And in a sundress no less. You were on your phone, fingers tapping away at the screen with a slight smile on your face, your body bent forward against the kitchen counter with your back arched ever so slightly as you stood comfortably.

The sound of footsteps approaching you made you turn your head toward you boyfriend and flash him a loving smile. "Hi Kento, how was work?" You chirped sweetly.

"Fine, my love. How was home?" Nanami replied sweetly as he leaned down to you. A sudden buzz from your phone made you move your gaze and Nanami found himself giving you a slight peck on your lips but your eyes were elsewhere.

Whatever was on your phone must've been quite intriguing. "Home was wonderful. I did some cleaning today so..." You trail off and Nanami just gazes at you as your words fade away.

His brows begin to push together, "So...?"

You blink a few times, fingers tapping away at your screen yet again, "So uh," Trying to focus on both your boyfriend and the male you were texting at the same time was proving to be rather difficult for you.

Hence why Nanami sighs heavily and moves a hand to your back, caressing you gingerly, "Everything alright, love?"

You nod, "Mhm... Sorry about that, Ken. What was I saying again?" You ask as you turn to him with curious eyes.

He gazes at you, wondering how your attention could be so diverted. This was unusual coming from you but he shrugs it off, "You were telling me about how you cleaned up today?"

"Oh! Yes, I was gonna say I felt rather productive today," You finally get out before, again, turning away and to your phone.

Nanami nods his head, "I see. Is there something going on, sweetheart?"

You chuckle, "What? No, why?"

For a moment, your boyfriend does nothing more than watch how consumed you are by the conversation taking place through text on your phone. "You seem awfully distracted, is all," He sighs.

"Ohhh, no," You smile, "It's just this coworker of mine was wondering why I didn't show up today and then he and I-"

"He?" Nanami echoes aloud mistakenly. He hadn't meant to voice that, it was more of a thought.

Slowly, your head turns to your boyfriend yet again and despite the smile on your face, your brows push together and your expression is skeptical, "Yes, Kento, he. Is that an issue?"

"No, of course not," Nanami shakes his head before glancing off to the side with a shrug, "I just wasn't aware you were so close with any of your male coworkers."

You blink, "I'm really not, it's just him."

For some reason, his heart pangs a bit as you say that, "Just him, huh?" Nanami hums to himself.

"Mhm," You nod. Then, ignoring the clear attitude this has brought on, you turn to your phone and return to your texting.

Steadily, Nanami's eyes trail back over to you and he watches you type before rolling his eyes. He's not even sure why this is bothering him but he then moves to stand behind you, his crotch pressing into your ass as he begins to crave more of your attention.

He's truly not used to it being on anyone else that's not him.

"And what are you two discussing now that's so..." His words trail for a minute, eyes dragging along the slight curve in your back as you remained arched perfectly in such an effortless way, "...Important," Nanami soon finishes with a sharp narrow of his eyes.

"Well, he asked to come over for some reason and I'm not really sure how to respond," You reply honestly as you stare at the most recently received text.

Nanami's head cocks back a bit and he scoffs, "He's asked to come over?"

You nod, "Yes."

There's a pause but then your boyfriend leans forward and you can feel his muscular thighs press into the back of yours as his torso leans over. A hand is placed on the counter beside your waist and you look back over your shoulder to see Nanami nearing you.

His gentle eyes meet yours, "Can I see?"

You grin innocently, having nothing to hide from him whatsoever, "Sure," Handing him your phone, Nanami doesn't hesitate to read the messages exchanged from the past hour or so, seeing that this coworker of yours has be trying to flirt with you for some time now.

"Hm," He hums, "Does he always refer to you as uh," He clicks his tongue and scoffs, "Pretty girl?"

You shrug, "Well, yes and I've asked him to stop-"

"And yet you keep talking to him instead of blocking his number?" Nanami cuts off faster than he means to, eyes flipping up from the phone and to your face.

You flash a sheepish little smile, not exactly understanding the issue here, "I mean, he is my coworker."

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another. Nanami seems to be bothered but not exactly upset just yet, his brown eyes boring into yours as you have this completely clueless look on your face.

Weighing his head to the side ever so slightly, "...That enjoys flirting with you despite knowing you have a boyfriend?" Nanami finishes your statement for you questionably.

You bat your eyes at him and your brows go up, "W-Well-"

"Y'know what," Nanami places your phone down, "Why don't you invite him over?" He suddenly suggests.

You’re taken all the way back by the sudden statement, giving your boyfriend nothing more than a blank stare before uttering a baffled, "Huh?"

"Tell him he can come over,” He repeats, sliding the phone toward your hands and then moving his own to his belt. There’s a slight shuffle as he unbuckles his belt, the simply clacks making your heart skip a steady beat as you realize where he’s going with this. “I'll should be done by the time he gets here,” Nanami says.

Again, you blink in a confused manner before taking your phone up and doing as he’s just suggested— telling your coworker he can make his way over to you.

After which, you turn off your phone and return your eyes back to your boyfriend whose hands were busy tossing his belt onto the nearby floor. Your eyes then dropped down to his crotch and you swayed your hips to the side a bit to get a better look— spotting the heavy tent in his pants and gulping at the sight.

“Kento…” You hush out, earning a hum from him, “Is everything alright?” Your tone was so very soft and sappy with him, the sound making his heart ache in emotions beyond comprehension.

“Of course, my love,” He replies gently, sending you a quick smile, “I just need you right now, is that okay?”

Your gaze lifts and you meet his pretty brown eyes, lashes fluttering at how handsome he looks standing behind you, “You know that’s okay Ken, I’m all yours.”

He just about forgets the idea of restraint after that statement of yours. Of course he knows you’re all his but hearing it come out of your mouth with zero hesitation even after having another man flirt with you was…

Well, it was reassurance. Reassurance Nanami didn’t realize he enjoyed hearing.

Which is why he has you repeating similar phrases like that within the next few minutes as he fucks you into the kitchen counter.

Hips bruising with the way they were pressed into the counter edge, panties tugged to the side and nearly ripped off of you, back arched like a goddamn slut for your boyfriend, and messy folds stretched open as Nanami pounded his heavy cock into your tight hole— you were soon on cloud nine.

“Repeat that for me love,” Nanami grunts, breath coming out in heavy pants as his hips clash into yours over and over and over again.

You could hardly breathe properly and your mind was all frazzled, nearly everything that came out of your mouth was a moan and yet he still expected you to speak to him.

“K-Kento,” You gasp his name in erotic breathes, “Fuuuck, hahh, I… I said m’all yours,”

A sharper thrust is given in response to you, one of his hands gripping onto the bundled part of your dress at your lower back and the other coming down hard on your ass, “Yeah? All mine to ruin, right?” Nanami huffs out.

All you could do was nod, “Uhuh.” His hips were to damn harsh against your ass, thick cock drilling into your hole despite how lovingly he was speaking to you not too long ago.

“All mine to fuck senseless,” Nanami continues, his aroused tone making your cunt tighten around him.

Your jaw falls open as he starts knocking into that sappy spot inside you, each thrust making your legs quake and the fat of your ass ripple against him, “Yes Ken-, f-fuck.” You stammer, eyes watering and your nails scraping against the counter.

“Oh darling,” He groans, tossing his head back and then moaning at how wet you were for him, how easy it was for his cock to slide in and out and in and out, “Do you have any idea what you to t’me? Huh?” Nanami huffs.

“Mhmm,” You barely whine in response, your body jerking forward with his every mean thrust.

Steadily, he rolls his head back into place, eyes glancing down at the obscene stretch of your pussy lips around the shaft of his cock, “Are you sure? Y’know it upsets me to see another man flirt with you,” He says, voice surprising sturdy despite how well you’re taking him.

“M’sorry Ken,” You’re quick to apologize as if you’ve done something wrong and your boyfriend frowns at you.

“Huh. No need to be sorry, sweetheart,” Nanami coos, and god you feel your legs drawing together at how gentle his tone is with you. “S’not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He whispers.

Followed by which is the slight shift in his hips, angling his thrusts a little and causing your entire body to twitch below him. Nanami knows every inch of your body like the back of his hand.

How could he not? He’s studied you very closely— hence why the slight shift causes the curve of his cock to just drill into you so hard that you’re seeing stars.

“Mmgh, ahh, hahh, K-Kento,” You whine, your torso beginning to lift from the counter as if to try to escape his thrusts for a moment.

Jaw gone slack, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, nails scraping for some kind of hold, and legs shaking as they drew together— you were losing your mind.

“Hm?” Nanami replies so simply, too simply, as if he wasn’t currently fucking the air out of your lungs.

You gasp and your voice grows airy, “Fuck-, oh fuck… m’gonna cum again.”

He tilts his head and smiles, “Again? Aw, you’re so messy for me today,” Nanami says before his hand shifts into the arch of your back and he presses you down onto the counter.

Pinned, you could no longer try and escape his mean thrusts for even a second. Nanami was relentless with you, cock fucking you full, pussy drooling against him, coating his veins— you couldn’t even formulate proper sentences anymore.

“Hhggnh, hahhh, ah, ah…” You moaned loudly with not a single care in the world, eyes rolling back as your cheek pressed into the cold kitchen counter.

“So loud too,” Nanami comments. Then he’s leaning closer to you, cock bottoming you out and making you gasp and whimper.

“Kenn,” Is all you could say for a moment, eyes watering and breath leaving you.

His voice is suddenly next to your ear as his muscular frame leans over yours, “Yes love? I’m right here.” He emphasizes that last word with a deep thrust, making your legs nearly give out for a second.

“I know, I know-,” You babble, trying to pull your head away from his to escape his deep tone in your ear. “Fuck, fuuck, I feel you s’deep.” You whimper again, pouting while trying to catch a moment to breathe.

“Mmhmm, feel me riiight there, huh?” Nanami asks. And god was he right where you wanted him, fat cockhead jerking into your sweet spot and turning your legs into utter mush beneath him.

“Y-Yes, yes, m-mhmm,” Your squeeze shut and a tear rolls down your cheek, heavy pants leaving your throat, “Shit.”

Nanami moves to kiss the crown of your ear lovingly, “Aw, look at you. You close, pretty?”

You’re quick to nod without second thought, “Yes.”

“C’mon then,” His lips move and press against your ear, “Give it to me.”

And then you’re coming undone, repeating his name over and over, “K-Kento, Kento fuck-, Ken.” He loves it too, smiling against your ear as he grunts at the way your cunt throbs and twitches as you cum on his cock.

“Hahh, you sound so pretty moaning my name like that,” He comments before pulling away from your ear, “Look at me while you do it this time,” He utters, earning a steady turn of your head as you angle it back to meet his gaze. Then he smiles at you, hips rolling into you and tip smearing against your gummy walls, “Mhm, thaaat’s it— good girl.”

“Mmh, mmgh!” Your eyes flicker as he slows down to you can really feel him. “Ahh… K-Ken,” You whisper.

His cock aches inside you, “Repeat that, what’s my name?”

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to maintain eye contact, “Kento.”

“Whose cock are you makin’ a mess on right now?” He questions, tone a but harsh with you as he drags his hips back.

Snapping them forward just as you answer him, you end up stuttering, “Y-Yours Ken.”

“Mhm,” His brows tense as he pulls back yet again. This time, he moves a hand around and grabs ahold of your jaw, tugging your body up off the counter a bit and your face closer to his, “Last question. Who do you belong to, hm?”

“Y-You Kento, m’all yours,” You pant, lips wet with drool and eyes glossy from tears.

All Nanami does is flash a slight smile before he’s rutting his cock right back into you, watching and listening to the way oxygen leaves your lungs, “That’s right. All fuckin’ mine.” Nanami groans, lips nearing yours with the way he pulls you closer to him. Then he’s whispering, “And your little coworkers gonna understand that after today.”

Just before his lips are on yours, you manage a staggered little, “W-What?” In question.

He chuckles, “Oh, you didn’t hear him? He knocked on the door a few minutes ago,” Nanami tells you, watching your entire face twist up as you’re too fucked out to really understand that. “I’m sure he heard you moaning my name…”

★ Toji Fushiguro

“So, you hate me, huh?” Toji dramatically huffs out as soon as the two of you enter your home again.

You groan and stomp off to your shared bedroom, trying to escape your annoyingly jealous husband due to what’s recently occurred. You’re apparently not allowed to be friends with his friends— or at least, not Shiu Kong allegedly.

Toji’s quick to stride into the bedroom behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches you storm around the room with a smirk on his face. You were so cute when you were annoyed with him.

Tipping his head to the left, his eyes narrow at you snatching your jacket off as you tried to give him the silent treatment, “Not sure why you’re so upset, y’know. I wasn’t the one pressin’ my tits into someone’s face,” He scoffs.

His hands lift out of his pockets and he crosses his arms over his beefy chest, eyes yet to leave your overly annoyed figure standing by the bed.

You send him a pointed glare before openly rolling your eyes at him, letting him know you’re upset.

Toji cocks his head back at the gesture and his brows raise, “Fucks’ your problem, huh? Mad at me ‘cause of somethin’ you did?”

“No, Fushiguro. Leave me alone,” You huff, frustrated frown etching its way across your lips.

“Ohh, now she decides to speak? And she uses our last name to address me too?” Toji’s baffled by your little attitude, a bit entertained, but baffled nonetheless.

You sigh loudly and move to grab your nearest sweatpants, “Leave me alone.”

“Why, huh?” Toji scoffs, “Y’mad about what I said to Shiu?”

Your eyes move to a slow blink before you click your tongue, “Well, seeing as you told him never to come around us again and that I’m, apparently, ‘not his fuckin’ friend’, maybe.”

Toji doesn’t react much to you mocking him and his expression stays relatively the same, “The hell is wrong with my statement?”

“I made a mistake and you took it out on him,” You explain as you tug your sweats on and move to take your shirt off.

“No, you both made a mistake ‘nd I’m takin’ it out on both of you.” Toji corrects. He was a bit more upset than he led on, “Your dumb ass leaned over him for some stupid fuckin’ water bottle and his eyes went to your tits as if it were second nature.”

You grit your teeth, “It was an accident Toji.”

“Nah, fuck that. Accident my goddamn ass, how many times has he looked at you like that, huh?” Your husband suddenly questions, sounding like he was implying something more as he took a step closer to the bed.

Your brows push together and you shrug, “I don’t know-“

“Oh and let’s not forget the way he grabbed your waist to, what?” He scoffs, “‘Help’ you? ‘Keep you steady’?” Toji continues, hardly giving you a second to even try and respond, “Not sure where ya’ brains at today doll, but Shiu is way too fuckin’ comfortable touchin’ you and I don’t like it.”

You shoot him nothing more than a blank yet frustrated stare, “Toji.”

His eyes are already on yours, giving you the same energy through his looks, “What?”

Sighing, “You’re being dramatic.” You tell him.

That ticks him off just right because then his face is twisting up into a scowl, “Dramatic? I’m being fuckin’ dramatic? Girl don’t piss me off,” Toji warns.

You find the nerve to laugh at him, “Don’t piss you off? Toji you’ve been whining about this all damn day. It’s over now, isn’t it?”

He decides to ignore your little jab at him and he steadily walks over to the side of the bed you’re standing at, “No, it’s not. You haven’t even apologized.”

You chuckle, “For what?”

He finds himself standing not too far from you, glaring at your confused facial expression, “Bein’ mad at me for no damn reason, that’s what.”

You roll your eyes at him again, “Toji you told me I can’t be friends with your friend.”

“Maybe because he wants to fuck you?” Toji fires back.

Another scoff leaves you and you start shaking your head at your husband's ridiculous claims, “He doesn’t.”

“Soo, he just looked at your tits for no reason?" Toji asks, leaning toward you a bit and tilting is head as if to intimidate you, "He grabs your waist ‘nd says, 'I got you sweetheart' for no fuckin’ reason, right?”

Your throat runs dry at that. You may have forgotten Shiu said that to you, having not really paid much attention to it when he did, “I-“

“Do you not know what the fuck flirting looks like?” Toji lectures, taking one last step toward you so that his body was hardly an inch away from yours.

Your head tips back a bit so that you could look up at him, swallowing hard at how upset your husband seems to be and all your confidence on the matter nearly fading. “I do, but-“

“There is no but. He wants to fuck my wife," He interrupts, "Why the hell would I let you two be friends knowing that?”

That's when you sigh again, “Toji, you don’t know that he wants to fuck me, you’re assuming things-“

One of his hands flies up to his face and he starts rubbing his temples out of pure frustration, “Woman, he checks you out at every chance he gets when he thinks I’m not payin’ attention.”

“He-“

“He touched you all too inappropriately, right in front of me," Toji reminds you.

You try to take up for Shiu's actions, still not seeing what the issue behind it was, “He was making sure I didn’t fall over.”

A little pissed of smirk tugs at the corner of Toji's scared lips and he turns his head to the side as he looks away from you, scoffing, “Riiiiight.”

“I’m serious!” You utter pleadingly.

“So..." Toji slowly returns his gaze to you and his voice gets stern, "You don’t see anything sexual behind a man holding your waist and saying 'I got you sweetheart'?”

“No.” You reply confidently.

“Hm. Alright, then." Your husband nods before he's moving to pull his shirt up and over his head, your eyes widening at the man as one of his hands then go to your waist and he tugs your body to his, "Lemme show you somethin’ if that’s the case...”

And then you’re on the bed with your husband moments later— bouncing up and down on his hard cock as Toji fucked up into you, your tits jumping in his face, jaw hanging open, and his hands holding right onto your waist.

“See what I mean now?” Toji huffs, “See how fuckin’ sexual this shit is?”

“T-Toji-, hahhh, fuck, t-this is so much different," You moan at the constant stretch of his fat cock rutting up into your swollen folds, one of his thumbs at your clit as rolling circles over the twitching bud.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m doin’ what he fantasizes about," Toji tells you, smiling a bit as he watches your face twist up.

Your brows tensed and your jaw fell as his leaky cockhead drilled deep into you, “M-Mmgh, s-so… big.” You whine with your hands at his shoulders and nails scraping him as his harsh thrusts made your body jerk upward.

Toji's steel grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you from falling off of you, his fingers digging into your skin. Every time he thrusted his hips up, he'd use his grip to tug you back down-- forcing your cunt to spread open over his aching cock over and over, “Aww, don’t worry sweetheart, I gotchu’."

You gasp at his words, core throbbing due to his heavy tone, “Fuck-“

“Yeahh, see how fuckin’ wet that shit made you? Knew’ you weren’t fuckin’ stupid," Toji grunts out. He was so mean to you, taking out his frustrations from earlier on your pussy by soon spitting down on the, already, filthy mess below, adding to the slickness of it all and making you twitch.

Your hips try their best to keep up with him, rutting and rocking forward to keep his cock sucked deep inside you, “S-Shut up,” You tell your husband only to earn a scoff.

“Nahh," Toji begins to move his hands and your heart jumps. He tugs your torso near his before he's wrapping his big arms around your waist, locking you into place above him with your chest sandwiched against his, "Apologize t’me."

Your brows furrow and your eyes gloss over as his hips begin to pound his swollen cock up into you, obscene squelches of your cunt following as he does so. Your words come out in a whiney stammer, “F-For what-“

“Playin’ fuckin’ dumb, that’s what," Toji cuts off, eyes staring right into yours as he watched your face sink into that pretty fucked out state.

“Shiit," You gasp at how you couldn't move an inch, couldn't pull away or slow his thrusts down for a moment, forced to take every thick inch of his cock, "O-Okay, m’sorry-,”

Toji smiles, “Again.”

“M’sorry Toji," You whine. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly that you couldn’t even look away from him. You were both embarrassed and being fucked to tears simultaneously.

“Mmmh, without the mumblin’ this time," Toji instructs, gaze dropping to your wet lips so he can watch how you struggle, "Talk proper to me, girl.”

And of course, right after he he says that to you, he decides to then flip you both over so he's on top. “I-, hahh," You pant at the way his hands move to your legs and press them down against your chest, folding you up just how he wants to. "I’m… s-sorry Toji," You cry out.

With the way he's bucking his hips down into you, suddely calculated with his thrusts and making your eyes go wide. You were on the verge of screaming his name with how good his cock felt splitting you open.

“Close, but y’still stuttered," Toji tells you. His breathing was growing just as heavy as yours but that didn't stop him from teasing you for even a second.

“Fuck you-," You breathe out, earning a smile from him, "...I’m sorry.” You end up saying anyway because how could you disobey your husband when he's got you folded up like this, his veins throbbing against your gummy walls as you squeezed the life out of his cock.

Toji tilts his head a little, “Sorry what?”

“I-I’m sorry Toji," You correct yourself before he's leaning his weight onto you and god his cock pushes impossibly deeper. You were so full of him that air was getting hard to come by.

“Oneee more time f’me, baby," Toji whispers all of a sudden, his face close to yours and your legs practically over his shoulders. "C’mon, you can do it.”

“Hhgnnn… oh-, mmgh… I…" Your jaw falls open again and you struggle. His cockhead was hitting your insides right where you needed him, you could feel your core tensing and your legs going numb, "...I’m sorry Toji.”

Your husband smiles at you, “There ya’ gooo, atta’ girllll.” He praises, feeling the way your pussy narrows tightly around his cock just as you start cumming on him.

“Fuck.” Is the most you could get out of your mouth that wasn't an incoherent moan.

Then Toji notices you trying to move your hands to push him away a little and he softens his tone, “Hey, stop thaat, don’t give out on me," Toji coos, the sudden softness making your stomach churn before he moves a thumb to your clit again, "I gotchu’, pretty girl.”

“F-Fuck. Ohmygod-“ Your back arches up off the bed a bit and you whimper.

Toji just gawks at you, “Uhuh, now… y’won’t talk to Shiu again after this, right?” He questions, juuust to be sure you got the message after all this.

You nod in agreement, “N-No, I-, mmh, I won't t-talk t'him again…”

Fat cock rolling down into your pussy, your slick making his cock slid in so easily, “Y'sure?”

You nod, “Yes.”

Toji pouts a little just to mock the face you were making, “Yes who?”

Your eyes just barely meet his and his thumb presses against your clit, making your voice come out in a moan, “Yes Toji.”

“Mh," He hums, leaning down to kiss you tenderly, "Good girl.”

★ Gojo Satoru

He doesn’t even let you explain yourself.

One ninety-second hug with some guy you claim you’ve known since college, his arms around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck— was just about all it took for Gojo to get the picture.

Then there was the way the guy whispered into your ear and you laughed-, no, giggled at whatever was said.

What else does Gojo need to know after that? Clearly you forgot who you’ve been dating for the past few years…

Which is why Gojo reminds you through rough backshots in the backseat of your car as soon as you return to him. He hand a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing your face down against the carseat as his toned hips clashed into your ass.

Swollen cockhead pushing past your twitching folds for the nth time while he bullies into your pussy. The loud smack of his balls against you fills the entirety of the vehicle, Gojo’s free hand pressing down into your arch and furthering it for him so he could angle his dick into that spot that makes you utterly weak.

“Wonder what the hell was so funny,” He huffs. He’s breathless by this point, having been dirty talking your ear off and giving you no time to respond— telling you how pretty your pussy looks taking every inch of him and how cute you sound crying his name into the seat.

“M-Mmgh, hnngh… ahh, S-Satoru,” Your voice was muffled against the carseat but neither of you cared, he heard you clear enough.

“Hm? What was so funny, baby? Tell me,” Gojo requests, not slowing his thrusts down for even a moment.

Merciless, he was. Fucking you like you were a goddamn slut off the street and he was a sex-deprived man, his pelvis was so angry against you, leaving marks with how harshly it met your ass, a hand moving every now and then just to palm the fat of the slight curve.

You were too busy drooling onto the carseat, cockdrunk out of your mind and fucked out beyond belief. You don’t think Gojo’s ever fucked you this hard before— the car was rocking with his every thrust and you’re pretty sure your muffled moans could be heard from outside the vehicle.

Sure, your windows had tint on them but it still wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going in within the car.

“What was he sayin’ t’you? Huh? Was he tellin’ you how badly he wants to fuck you? S’that why you laughed?” Gojo scoffs, still giving you no time to respond whatsoever, “I’d laugh too, shit… No one gets to fuck you aside from me, after all.” He finishes off with a cheeky little shrug.

You hated how much he was rambling right now but your brain was too consumed in pleasure to really care, “Toruu, fuuck-, oh, mmh…”

“No one else gets to feel this pussy suck the soul outta’ their cock, right?” Gojo groans, tossing his head back and drilling himself into the hilt, almost as if he were trying to reach deeper, “Jus’ me?”

All you can do is hum messily, “Mhmmm.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle and his hand lands across your ass again, head moving yo look down at the marks he’s left thus far before he cracks a smile, “Say it.”

“J-Jus’ you, ‘Toru.” Your voice was small, hardly audible but Gojo didn’t much care, he’d heard enough anyway.

So, he smiles at your struggle in speech, finding you nothing but adorable in this state, “Yeahh, that’s my girll.”

Then he’s moving his hands, feeling every inch of your body like he always does. There’s never a single part of you that goes untouched by Gojo Satoru when he fucks you. And as of right now, his large hands were taking place on your ass, spreading you apart to get a better look at your wet parted folds sucking in his cock.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ pretty takin’ my dick like this too. I mean damn,” Gojo lets out a moan in between his sentence, unable to help himself at the sight before him, “Look at her drip all over me. She’s nasty, baby.”

Then he’s slowing his thrusts, but not stopping. Instead he gets calculated, fucking his cock in slow but pointed, top poking at your gummy spot and making your legs quake.

Drool smears across your cheek and your face was a goddamn mess but, you’d worry about all that later, “S-S’toru…”

“Mhm, I know, you’re about t’cum again, huh?” Gojo hums sweetly, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him in making his brows tense.

You were in complete disarray— debauched and filthy just how he liked. Shooting a glop of spit down onto his cock, he watched with a smile as he eases forward before there’s nothing more than an inch left out of you, only to thrust the last bit in and watch your fingers curl as you scrape against the seat.

“Uhuhh,” You breathe helplessly.

Gojo cocks his head to the side, “Gonna make another mess on me, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yeahh.”

“Mhm, good,” Gojo praises lightly before pulling out. He takes his cock into one of his hands and taps it against your pussy folds, listening to the light and wet smack his cock made against you and biting his lower lip, “But y’know… I wonder what had you so wet, baby.” He teases.

That was the only chance you got to catch your recently lost breath and you angle your head back a little to look at him, “Hm?”

Gojo’s eyes were down as he watched himself play with your pussy, smearing his leaky his tip in between your folds, “Was it him? Did he tell you how pretty you looked today? Hm?” Gojo wonders, “S’that why your cunt was droolin’ before I could even get your panties off?”

Your brows tense and you try wiggling your hips back a little, “N-No…”

“No? Aw, so what was it then?” Your boyfriend questions curiously. He’s now pushing an inch in and out of your cunt, watching how your pussy twitches everytime he pulls out and chuckling at you, “Surely it wasn’t the way I was rubbin’ my fingers against you… Nah, you were too busy thinkin’ about that other guy, right?”

You groan, “No, ‘Toru.”

He snickers, “No? Buut, you guys looked like you had a great convo.”

“W-We did but that’s only cause… hahh… mmmh, I-,” Gojo starts inching more of his cock into you and you struggle to finish explaining. After taking a deep breath, “I spent the whole time talkin’ a-about you.”

“Aww, really?” His hips snap forward after you say that, “Fuck, you bragged about me?” Gojo moans out, face growing hot with arousal.

Nodding, you hum in response, “Mhmm.”

“Shiit, that almost makes me feel bad,” Gojo pouts a little before shifting his palm over your ass, caressing your skin tenderly.

He’s still rutting his dick in and out of you but his voice and his touch is much softer.

“W-Why?” You ask.

“Cause’…. I’m fuckin’ you like you did somethin’ wrong for no reason…” Gojo whispers, seeming to be disappointed in himself for a second.

Then, he sees the way your eyes go back as his cock hits that one spot again, “Mmgh.. S-Satoru, r-right theree…”

And with that, he’s no longer disappointed and shrugs off all his doubts, going on to fuck you like he’s mad at you, “S’okay tho’, you like me like this anyway…”

p.s. ty guys for 1k followers here :3

[ybklix]

playing with his hair

giirrrl idk, a feral thought maybe; bf!felix x fem!reader w his long hair since i’m too lazy to make it a whole detail fic for now lol so, (i deadass tried to make it a drabble but it pass the 1k words😮‍💨)

genre - warnings: smut, fluff!! dry humping, handjob, grinding, unprotected piv, mention of cockwarming, idol bf felix btw

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is what i have to deal with everyday, actually, oopsies, he’s next to me rn! also writing in present it’s so new, I like to read it when yall write like that, but I’ll stick with past tense😁 edit: girl i had this in the drafts for days, but he was a little too happy in his recent promoting video, he’s sleeping outside, someone pick him up /jk srly pls

Felix likes to try new hairstyles ever since he let grow his hair, he feels very confident with it and likes the way you randomly stroke it every time you’re together.

Your idea of fun is one of those very rare free afternoons for him since he’s all the time busy at work; it’s when you’re just chilling together at your place because you feel too lazy to go out but very comfortable with each other’s company.

Your days are simple, and your hours with him are very limited but he always makes sure to enjoy being with him; so you try to do everything at once, watch a movie, talk, lay on his chest while he’s playing games on his cell phone… and suddenly, just playing around, with you sitting on his lap in front of him, giggling while playing with his hair.

“Fuck, your hair is so fried” you tease him with a smile, looking at your fingers entangling with his straight hair.

He pouts, “Stop, then don’t touch it…” he responds also joking, just watching you with heart and sparkling eyes.

Felix rests his hands on your tights and caresses them softly. You down your gaze to meet his, he’s suddenly looking at you so sweetly that makes your cheeks get a little warm.

“Can I play with it?” you asked joyfully.

“With what?”

“Your hair” you replied in an obvious tone, “I can do pigtails, braids, middle part, side part” you continue to say, laughing while playing with his hair.

Felix chuckles softly, completely in love, closing his eyes sometimes, then looking up at your arms.

“Wait here” you speak again, standing up from his lap and going to get a comb, hair ties, bobby pins and some random hair clips to take pictures of him just for fun.

“You can also do my make-up if you want” he comments, raising his thick voice so you can hear him.

You sit back down on his lap.

“Oh no, you wear makeup almost every day, let your face rest today” you answer, kissing him tenderly on the bridge of his nose, hiding a little bit the fact that you love seeing your boyfriend’s bare face, straight black eyelashes, big dark eyes, full lips, cheeks and nose with freckles all over.

You laugh at doing whatever you want with his hair, taking silly pictures every time you find him adorable, just giggling saying your favorite inside jokes, then ending with a bow on his hair.

“You can really use me, huh” Felix says, giving you a funny but adorable look with his eyes wide open.

Felix starts caressing your back, with more consistent and intense caresses and he suddenly realizes how you haven’t kissed each other on the lips the whole time, so he moves closer to you and you without hesitation receive his kiss, following a tender and slow rhythm at first, pressing your lips together in a delicate lip rubbing, but you’re a bit desperate when it comes to each other, so your boyfriend catches his breath between kisses and looks himself at the work of being more glued and pouncing on you, with his touches all over your body, from your thighs to your back, slipping his hands under your blouse to feel your bare skin.

Your make out starts to heat up precipitously that you can feel the growing erection in his shorts, so, with your hands wrapped around his neck, you begin to move over his cock, pressing it to your core and stimulating you both. At this point, your pussy is throbbing and you feel slightly heated. You’re always impressed by how incredibly fast you want and desire him. You both moan softly at the friction. As you pull apart you smile slightly mischievously at him and for some reason you start kissing his neck, which Felix loves so, causing him to give you a huge tender smile showing his teeth, clutching his grip on your hips tighter.

You pull away once more to meet the wide grin on his face, which gently turns into a slightly strained expression as you continue to move your body against his erection, Felix gasps, his lips forming a soft expression of satisfaction this time with his submissive facing enjoying the naughty act of crushing his cock with your center, with your clothes on.

“Fuck, baby, it feels so good” Felix sighs, biting his slightly swollen, full lips, lowering his gaze to your pussy being trapped in him, moving his erection back and forth, guiding your hips for better movement.

You smile satisfactorily at him in response, each time feeling the heat of your body and pussy brush against your panties, wetting them all over, just playing more with your arousal. You see him, he looks so fucking cute and yet so hot with the last few hairstyles you gave him, two little high ponytails with bows leaving the rest of his hair loose, he looked silly cute, but serious manly moans coming out of him contrasts somehow so perfectly.

Felix sighs again sonorously, his legs shaking a little, he doesn’t think he can take it long enough without cumming if you keep moving so dedicatedly on him so he speaks again:

“Mmm, c’mon baby, take off your clothes, or do you want me to take you to bed.”

A pleasant shock goes through your body as you hear him a little more needy, you’re not thinking straight and you don’t want to pull away from him so you just reply a simple, “It’s okay like this, Lix.”

With your heart beating fast you grab his shorts, indicating you want to pull them down, Felix helps you right away, releasing his pink, needy, throbbing cock, you look down at his member and then at the same time you join gazes, Felix looks at you so needy and innocent, his big eyes begging you to touch him, you can’t help but melt every time he does that and in a needy sigh, with your cheeks a little red, you stand up, embarrassed, pulling down your comfy cloth shorts along with your panties, climbing back onto his lap, catching your boyfriend licking his lips at the sight of your cute bare mons venus.

Felix smiles, so excited at the thought of feeling you on him again, now with the sensation of your warm wet center in him, he gets more excited at the thought that you were finally going to settle on him ready to fuck, however, you start pumping his entire erect length, making him gasp loudly as he throws his head back, marking his bulging Adam's apple in his throat. Felix returns to his posture, looking straight into you with desire, biting his lip as you with a smile, touch all over his cock, stroking his tip gently with your fingers, feeling his stiffness and the slight sticky precum sliding down your hand as you jerk him off.

You’re so wet, and Felix is getting over the edge, so you finally accommodate your body, squeezing your pussy tighter on his cock, grinding on it a little before you put his cock inside you, encouraging in him more arousal if that was possible, teasing him and you at the sensation of his dick rub between your labia, until you feel his throbbing member so foreplayed, and until you see your boyfriend’s sweet expression as he can’t resist anymore and, finally you insert his rigid manhood completely in you. The temperature of both your bodies rises, it feels so fucking good to be filled by him, every move you make comes out of pure bliss, panting, sliding on his cock in a rhythm that makes him shudder and moan; Felix feels every part of his body beat intensely, enjoying every thrust into him.

“Oh, fuck, l-ove, ke-keep going please, I’m gonna cum, fuuck” he whimpers, desperate in a high-pitched tone, closing his eyes.

Felix thinks about the idea of cumming all of him inside you, of filling you up, brings him to a better ecstasy and in a thick sigh of relief and satisfaction, he manages to cum, relaxing a bit all the tension built in his body, making his thighs restless in soft tingling and trembling. You rest your hands on his shoulders and hide your face on the side of his neck, moaning close to his ear and with your face brushing against his soft hair, gently overwhelming you with his sweet scent, you bite your lip at the sensation of his hot semen shooting inside you and you also sense you’re so close to your climax that, despite being slightly tired, you intensify and increase each movement, sliding a little more slippery as you are filled with his cum. You hug him without thinking, your walls squeeze his sensitive cock still stuck in your core, you’re climaxing so intensely that you open your mouth almost in an inaudible squeal, your vision blurs for a few seconds and you let yourself release completely onto your boyfriend.

You feel the joining of agitated chests and breaths, Felix hug you warmly wrapping your back, once again your body melts at the slightest touch of his, but you can’t help but feel him so close to you, acting tenderly. Felix doesn’t even have to say it, but you know he loves you, you feel it too, so you relax your body on top of him, stroke his hair and he gives you a soft kiss on your shoulder as he caresses your back and keeps you in such a vulnerable position with both sexes together, with you on top of him until you decide to move.

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[dollgxtz]

That predator x prey fix changed my brain chemistry. MORE PLEASE. Maybe in the woods? Somewhere in the middle of nowhere? I’m begging you, the way you write sylus is exactly how I imagine him 😫

Thrills

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, predator x prey, cnc, hitting, choking, biting, slight injuries, pet names like kitten and sweetie, ends in fluff :3

AN: Back again with another spicy fic for my fellow deviants. I love writing this stuff so much. I hope yall enjoy! Tysm for 5,000 likes btw! I never would have thought people would like my stories this much!

You feel like you’re on the verge of collapsing.

Pushing off from the tall tree you decided to rest on, you start brushing off the dust and grease from the trail mix you were snacking on. Sweat pooled on your face and down your neck, and much to your dismay there wasn’t much breeze today.

“Sylus…are you about ready to go?” You asked, looking ahead at the man that was already 10 steps ahead of you. His long legs were certainly an advantage. You hear him chuckle and turn to meet your gaze.

“Tired already? I thought for a hunter you’d have much more stamina than this sweetie” he teases, making his way back towards you. “Yes, we can go if you’re done”

You had nonchalantly mentioned a few days prior how you felt cooped up in the bright city of Linkon, and had seen pictures of people doing hikes near this camping area. Didn’t really think anything of it until Sylus of course, had bags packed and items prepared for you within a weekend and insisted he was taking you somewhere “quiet”.

This certainly came as a shock. Though you didn’t complain much until now. You were surprisingly good at this hiking stuff, good enough that you felt confident on the more difficult trails that were so remote it was almost impossible to find the trail sometimes.

You scoff at him, rummaging through your bag to find a half empty metal water flask at the bottom. Taking a quick swig, you peer past the bottle to scan the surrounding trees and scenery.

“Say…we didn’t really see anyone on this trail. Kinda strange right?” you ask, sighing with relief as you finished chugging the rest of the cold water. Sylus raises an eyebrow at you, seemingly in thought.

“We are pretty far out. These are the more difficult trails after all” he said nonchalantly, watching curiously as a small smile arose on your face.

“Is that so?” you ask, taking a few steps forward to gaze up at Sylus. Although confused, he takes an arm and wraps it around your waist, listening intently.

“Yes. Why do you ask?”.

“So…no one else uses them?”.

“Hardly ever”.

Oh.

Sylus was certainly no dummy but was unsure what you were getting at. Knowing you well enough though, he could definitely see you were up to something. You lean in closer to him, the smell of his sweat and his bourbon cologne enveloping your senses. Your hands messed with the hem of his t-shirt. A slight blush rose to your cheeks.

“You have something in mind kitten?” he asked coyly, his patience beginning to dwindle a bit. Any longer and he’d definitely get it out of you one way or another.

You hesitated, looking down at his feet. He was more than indulgent into giving you what you asked for in terms of sex, but this might be a little too much. You debated just dropping it.

“No. Say it sweetie” Sylus teased, as if he had just read your mind. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, rendering you a bit helpless. “Or should I see for myself?”

His eye lit up a bit as he said this. You gulped, shaking your head before opening your mouth to speak.

“I was thinking..." Heat rose up your neck, "Maybe we could come back here at night. And maybe you could…hunt me down a little?"

Sylus chuckled, not the least bit surprised you suggested something like this. You begin to pout at his laughter and try to turn away from him, unsuccessfully of course. He immediately ended your small outburst with a quick but deep kiss.

“You never say anything that surprises me kitten” he said, shaking his head in amusement. You yelp a bit as he picks you and your bags up, beginning to carry you bridal style back to the cabin.

“Well, go on then. How does one get you out here, all alone, to hunt you down?”

The night was almost unbearably muggy. The August heat laid down on you with it's full weight, crushing the air from your lungs. The sheets were kicked down to the bottom of the bed, barely hanging on. You wore nothing but bikini-style underwear and a thin, silk camisole, your body was still slick with sweat. The window was open and the fan was on but nothing challenged the summer heat wave.

You were unable sleep. Not fully. You were passing in and out of consciousness in a hot, confusing haze, not ever sure when you were awake, when you were dreaming, and when you were in that weird space between.

When you felt hands on your legs, you were pretty sure you were dreaming. They caressed up your calves to the sensitive backside of your thighs. Another hand tucking the hair out of your face, gently following the curve of your neck, then under and around your shoulders.

You were lifted out of bed by strong arms and a familiar, bourbon like smell. Your eyes started to flutter open.

"Shh, shh. Don’t wake up now…not yet" You nodded in agreement, plunging back down into sleep. A lukewarm breeze on your back stirred you. The sound of a car door opening, then the familiar smell of a pine car freshener. You were being placed in the back seat.

"Sy?" You asked, barely able to muster your voice. You tried to force your eyes open.

Sylus’s tall form leaned over you in the dark. A devilish look darkened his features. Then he was gone from you, and you were asleep once more.

You snapped awake when the car bounced across some deep pot hole. Where were you? How did you get here? The car rolled to a stop as you sat up, your heavy, restless sleep weighing down your limbs.

"Oh, good. I was worried you'd miss the best part."

"The best…part?" You asked, trying to take in your surroundings. Still waking up from slumber, you try your best to rub the blurriness from your vision.

Thick forest surrounded the car on either side. A familiar, faded trail sign loomed over the driver's side. You were confused, and the deep timber of Sylus’s voice was scaring you a little. He was getting out of the car and coming round to the other side when you finally put it together.

He opened the back door, and then his rough hands hauled you out of the seat like you weighed nothing. Your bare feet met rough gravel with sharp discomfort.

"The best part," Sylus said. Then he let you go. You stumbled into the gravel, your legs not quite ready to take your weight. You hit the gravel hard, small rocks biting into the fat of your thighs and your palms.

“Ow-!” you cry, rubbing your hands together to ease the sting. You look back up at him, feeling tears beginning to form in your eyes as you tried to meet his gaze.

He didn't even look at you. He wore a black t-shirt that even in the dark accentuated his muscles. The sleeves were tight around his biceps. It was tucked into black pants, accompanied by those favorite shoes of his. He pulled out a watch from one of his pockets.

"Three minutes," he told you, his voice without a hint of levity. It was almost bored, even.

You didn't move, suddenly shivering in the summer heat. You watched him roll his eyes. His hand found the back of your head and you screamed when he pulled you up to him by the hair. Your hands on his forearms helped. You could feel his muscles there and suddenly felt like he could throw you into a concrete wall if he felt like it.

You remember that Sylus is dangerous. You had no chance against him if he wanted to hurt you. He could do it with ease, even now all it would take is a quick twist of your neck and you’d be gone. You both stare at each other, his expression cold and void of any emotion.

“I suggest you start running” he growled. “My favorite part isn’t any fun if my prey doesn’t fight back a little.”

Your stomach dropped, a jolt of excitement rippling through you as you caught his meaning. He tilted his head, waiting for your response. You nodded, biting the corners of your cheeks to keep from begging him to touch you already.

Then he’s throwing you forward again.

It felt obscenely cruel, like he didn't care if you ate gravel again. You stumbled, but you didn't fall this time, using the momentum to propel yourself into the woods. All your focus turned into trying to “survive”. Your hunter reflexes and skills were certainly helping, as you felt yourself whipping past the trees and growing the distance between you and Sylus.

It wouldn’t last long though.

You could hear the crunch of gravel and sticks beneath his shoes from behind you, clearly in no hurry though. As if he was just taking a nightly stroll.

Your bare feet met the soft dirt at the start of the trail. It was pitch in the woods and you could hardly see anything in front of you, relying entirely on muscle memory. Broken branches scraped against your ankles.

You splashed through the creek you had jumped over earlier, the ice cold water shocking you a bit.

“Shouldn’t you know the trail a little better than that, kitten?," Sylus mocked almost lazily from somewhere behind you.

Fuck.

You wasted no time to think though. You were on solid ground once more, soft dirt and moss bouncing beneath your feet. You kept running until your lungs hurt. Trees scratched up your arms and legs, dirt and mud splattered across your limbs. You lost track of time, not sure how long you'd been running for.

Your lungs began to burn and you had no choice but to finally stop. You attempt to catch your breath and take in your surrounds but you can hardly see anything.

Were you even going the right way? Is this the same trail even?

Trying not to panic, you start jogging forward. Maybe you could find a tall tree or a big rock to hide behind?

Something rustled in the bushes. Your heart pounded, your blood rushed in your ears. You tried to quiet your breathing but your lungs fought for air. The forest was quiet again.

Shit, you were so fucking lost.

You wanted so badly to sit and rest, but you forced yourself forward. The path got more difficult here. You had to use the trees and rocks around you to navigate rough terrain.

The bushes rustled again, this time ahead of you.

You froze to your spot. An animal? Your pursuer? You suddenly were even more terrified, wondering if you were gonna meet an untimely demise by a bear or something.

Then he appeared out of the darkness ahead of you like a tiger emerging from water. It was a smooth transition, his movements liquid and purposeful. It was like he belonged to these woods more than the world outside. How did he get ahead of you?

Twigs snapped beneath his shoes as he made a steady pace towards you. He rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck as he strolled confidently forward.

You turned to run, sprinting into the woods on shaking, tired legs. A scream escaped you as the adrenaline pooled again in your body. Your higher brain, the part that knew this was a game, was having fun. But that deeper core of your being? The part responsible for fight or flight? An integral part of the human core? That part was terrified.

Feeling generous, Sylus let you get a few paces ahead before sprinting after you. In almost no time he caught up to you, his evol wrapping around your ankle, causing you to fall and hit the mossy earth. Sylus wasted no time getting on top of your thrashing body. He wasn’t even panting or out of breath, unlike you, who was struggling to breathe underneath him.

His arms were around your hips, pinning you against his body. His breath was hot in your ear. You squirmed and thrashed as hard as you could, trying to break free of his grasp. The cold and familiar feel of his evol began to snake around you, threatening to hold you in place and trap you under his looming figure.

“Stop!” you screamed, animalistic terror overtaking your body. Your defiant attitude raged forward, refusing to accept your predicament.

“Hush now kitten” Sylus cooed, brushing some hair out of your face. “You did a good job making it as far as you did…but you’re mine now”

Screw you!," you hissed, kicking at his legs, adrenaline moving you harder than you meant to. Your heel found a soft part of his inner thigh. He released you with a hiss.

Oh, shit," you turned to face him, already about to apologize, but froze at the expression on his face. He chuckled, but it was a joyless sound. Then a hand was coming down across your cheek, hard enough to stagger you.

Your ear rang, a heavy stinging sensation burned that side of your face. Heat pooled between your legs. The pain thrilled you. You let out a few choked gasps, the stinging sensation turning into just a slight burn.

Then his hands were on either side of your face. He was gentle, tilting your jaw towards him to examine the damage.

“Behave. I don’t want to bruise your pretty face” he said, his tone a mix of anger yet overwhelmingly concerned. You nod reassuringly, a need of a sudden defiance overcoming you.

“Yknow, for the leader of Onychinus, you hit like a bitch” you spat, a smug expression growing on your face.

He struck you again, hard enough to draw a sound from you somewhere between a wince and a whimper. You swore you saw stars.

"Always fucking testing me" he growled. “Let’s fix that”.

One hand was grabbing you by the hair again, another wrapping around to grab your throat. He squeezed. That sweet, floating feeling. Then release, the blood rushing back.

He did it again, longer, until you felt weightless, until your vision started to blur. Then release, and you crashed down into your body.

He wrestled you down onto the ground. Your fingers dug into his forearms leaving hot, red scratches. You kicked at him, but he was expecting it this time. You really, really tried to fight him off. You put everything you had into it, animalistic protests falling on deaf ears as he was simply much stronger than you. He shoved your face into the damp earth.

“Fuck you," you groaned, your breath stirring the dirt in front of your lips.

“You’re about to sweetie”

You heard his belt, then his zipper. He shifted his body against you and you could hear the shift in fabric as he pulled his pants down. You struggled against him the entire time, and he barely even acknowledged you. Fuck, it turned you on to see how easily he could overpower you. One handed, even.

He pulled your hips up to his, spreading your legs apart with his knee. He leaned over you.

"Do you have any fucking idea," he muttered, his voice fanning a building flame between your legs, "How much restraint it takes to not fucking hurt you?"

His words alone drew a whimper from you. Instinctually, you backed your hips against him, inviting him. You pressed your ass against his cock, feeling it hard and warm. His breath shuddered.

"Can't believe you like this," he muttered, lining himself up with your cunt. "You want to take my cock face down in the dirt. How would the Hunters Association feel if they know they had such a dirty girl protecting Linkon hm?”

You weren't even sure when he got your underwear off, but he found your cunt dripping wet. Of course he did.

He dips a finger in between your folds, and you whimper and shake beneath him. Practically panting, you attempt to push back against the friction.

“Sy…take me, please” you whined, the aching hot feeling in your core beginning to be too much to bare.

“Louder” he said, pushing the head of his cock inside your hole just barely. Even though he’s barely inside of you, the sensation is incredible. You can barely think of a few words much less say them, bliss and pleasure flooding your entire body.

You try and push yourself up against him but he hovered just out of reach.

“Not what I asked for” he said plainly.

“Please Sylus” you begged. “Please fuck me in th-”

You didn't get to finish your sentence. His cock pushed into you in one motion, a loud, gasping moan escaping you. A low growl escaped him, sending a thrill down your spine.

Sylus pulled back, then pushed into you again. Hard. His hands squeezed onto your hips beyond bruising. Fuck, you were sure he could break the bone if he wanted to.

He fucked you hard, both of you a sweating, panting mess. The sounds of his cock slamming into your soaked pussy rang out into the forest, your moans unbridled by fear of bothering any nearby wildlife.

“Ah! Hgn…Sylus, that's too much," you managed through your moans, pain blooming across your body. You squirm a bit but it only makes him grip your body tighter.

"You can handle it," he growled, not even slowing.

His teeth sunk into your shoulder, electricity running through your body. He bit into you like a rabid dog, his breath quick and heavy on your skin. You cry out, unable to do much besides take the brutal pounding Sylus was giving you.

Your legs were shaking against him. The sounds you made were wild, a flurry of unbridled moans and curses. Sylus didn't speak so much as he growled; rough, guttural. A feral animal lost in how good fucking you felt.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm-Sylus, fuck, I'm so..."

He released his bite on you, growling encouragement in your ear. You teetered on the edge for what felt like eternity, your high just building, and building, and building.

His hand buried into your hair again, pulling your face from the dirt. He used your hair to pull you against him, sharp pain rocketing down your back.

It was enough to tip you over the edge. You came hard, shaking and nearly crying with how fucking good it felt.

Three hard thrusts and Sylus was cumming with you, unable to hold back. The familiar warm feeling of his seed shooting inside your walls was exhilarating. The two of you gasped for air, panting and heaving, sweat pouring down the both of you. You lay there on the ground shaking and whimpering like a hurt animal, all your sensations overwhelmed by the animalistic sex that just occurred.

Sylus immediately pulled out of you, leaning back on his ankles. He gathered you up against him, clutching you in his embrace tightly. Neither of you said anything, just panting and holding each other. Eventually you managed to breathe normally, and didn’t feel so adrenaline pumped. You steadily relax in his arms much to his relief.

“Be honest with me” Sylus starts, brushing some tangled hair off of your sweat and dirt covered face. You hum questionably, wondering if something was wrong.

“Was it too much? Are you hurt?”

You let out a snort, much to his surprise. “I mean I am sore…but I’ve fought wanderers who hurt me far worse than that”

This earned you a slight chuckle from Sylus, who began rubbing his fingers on his temple in amusement. “Is that so? Are you saying I need to hurt you better than a wanderer? I can certainly make that happen sweetie”

You immediately shake your head, and Sylus lets out an even louder bit of laughter.

“I-I was kidding!! Don’t you dare-”

“I know sweetie, I would never hurt you that bad. Not even if you asked me to” he said softly, standing up with you in his arms much to your surprise. He helps you straighten out your clothes, offering a steady shoulder while you put your underwear back on, eventually tending to his own. The sun was steadily rising at this point, the peak of the sunset cascading a warm glow over the forest.

You attempt to start walking in the direction of the car but your legs are terribly achy and shake with every step. Sylus leans down in front of you, motioning for you to get on his back. You oblige, happily leaning your head against the back of his neck as he carries you.

“I brought you extra clothes in the car” he says, making careful steps to avoid turbulence for you. You beamed from behind him, feeling giddy all of a sudden.

“You’re so sweet Sylus, it’s cute”

You hear an audible hmph come from him, but it only makes you giggle more.

When the two of you finally made it back to the car, the sun had risen even more, much to Sylus’s displeasure. He helped you take off your dirty and torn clothes, helping put a thin but simple nightdress over your head. After having your face wiped down with baby wipes you relax in the passenger seat, exhaustion finally overwhelming you.

“When we get back, we’ll have a nice shower and dinner before we go to sleep sweetie. How does that sound?” Sylus asked, gazing at you with the softest look you had ever seen from him.

“Best words you’ve ever said to me Sy”

He grinned and started the engine.

[huevoconfrijoles]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Guess *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Summary: he wants to guess the color of my underwear

Authors note: I’m so down bad for Joost it’s crazy.

Today was the day I decided to tidy up my room. The closet door barely even closed with all the clothes sprawled on the floor from times in which I swore to myself I would pick them up once I got home. I groaned, looking at the mess I made myself.

I managed to fix and rearrange most of my closet, but not without distractions. I found a bunch of clothes I stole from Joost including shirts and hoodies that were too big for my own body. The scent of his cologne lingered on my nose.

God, I miss him.

Wait, he hasn’t even texted me.

It was getting late, so I showered and got in bed, putting whatever show I came across first on Netflix for background noise. It was another hour before I received a text from Joost.

we just got done

you up? :p

Of course, I was up and he knew it. I can’t sleep without telling him goodnight. I mean I can, but I don't want to

yes im upp

im sleepy tho

I snapped a quick picture in bed showing off the shirt I had clearly stolen from him. A white t-shirt that read ‘I ❤️ Joost Klein’. That man loved himself maybe a bit more than me. I don’t mind.

what are you wearing? 🤨

a shirt lol

just a shirt then?

ofc not 🙄 im wearing stuff under too

i hope it’s another joost klein shirt with joost klein socks. he’s a cool guy.

yeah he’s the bestt

and unfortunately it’s not another joost klein shirt sorry 😔

i don’t know i might need proof

My cheeks started to burn up. He’s not even here next to me, and he knows how to make me flustered.

Fuck it.

I quickly pull off the sheets and roll my top up a bit just so there’s under boob.

see. just 1 joost klein top here.

id rather there be no top involved.

But let’s not say

My heart jumps at the notification.

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joost klein underwear over here

Like I said, that man loved himself more than me at this point.

I'm going to need some of those underwear

I’m sure the ones you have on right now are wayyy better than some loser named joost klein…

i bite the inside of my cheek at the thought of where this conversation is heading.

wouldn’t you like to know

i would.

what color are they?

He’s such a guy, of course he’d want to know

guess

pink

see through?

no idea (i’m a visual learner btw)

I soon got an incoming FaceTime call from a red-cheeked Joost.

“So was I right? ” His face was illuminated, but I could see the tiredness in his eyes mixed with lust.

“Not even close”, I laughed and sat up a bit.

“You’re lying, let me seppe.”

I gently bite the side of my lip while I fulfilled his wish. I lift the oversize shirt that was covering my lower half painfully slowly. So much that Joost groans out of frustration.

“Such a tease” he muttered.

I finally gave him a peek at my black lacy undergarment. The look on his face was pure desperation. He roughly swallows and ruffles his hair.

“I wish I was there with you” he says.

“I know baby” I said, looking into his blue eyes through the screen.

“ Can you touch yourself for me?” he quietly asks, to which I nod and comply.

My hand travels down from my chest to my thighs, my phone in the other tracking my actions.

I could hear his phone shake a bit. He adjusted the position so that his upper torso and lower half of his body were in the frame.

He palms himself through the tight fabric of his boxers. Soft moans escape his mouth every so often as his eyes follow my every move. His gaze never faltering from the screen.

My hand travels down to push the lace fabric to the side. My fingers work in a fast motion against the slickness, dipping in and out occasionally.

Our moans fill the atmosphere in my room. We both come down from our highs and are a panting mess.

“I love you, but now I have to go clean up the mess you made me do” he says, winking at me through the screen.

[yandere-yearnings]

*zombie noise* uuurghhhh.. Titties.. Man titties.. My sickness can only be cured if I am able to suck on some man titties 🧟‍♀️

AUUUGgGgGg My aching hands can only be remedied with a dose of squeezing chesticles various times a day 💀💀

nonnie the way i got war flashbacks reading the word chesticles😭💔 i believe this was in reference to this ask so today it's sun's turn to be reduced to an absolute mess🥰 i'm sorry this took so long to get to btw and also that the writing is largely shit, dar has not been vv good at this lately😔

NSFW under the cut!

“You’re being forward,” Sun laughed, bright-eyed, “hard day?”

“Very.” You stressed, leaning into him, finding solace in the softness of his shirt. His calves brushed against your lower back, drawing you between his thighs.

Sun's hands flicked up, fingers pressing to your scalp and massaging gently. Tenderly, to the shell of your ear, he hummed, “anything I can do to make it better?” 

Blinking at his innocent question, you couldn’t help but grin. Your arms stretched to either side of him, caging him all the more across the counter he was sitting on. “I can think of a few,” you whispered, revelling in the little exhale you received in response, “namely…”

“Y/N.”

“These.” You groped his chest with a happy tilt to your head. “They’re there for a reason, right?”

Sun groaned, curling into you to hide his obvious blush. “Not for you to… play with…”

“Why not?” you teased, feeling your neck heat from where he rested against it. “You didn’t have a problem with it last night. You begged me to touch them more actually, don't you remember? Crying so prettily, saying-”

“That’s enough!” He covered your mouth, pushing you slightly with a shaky grip on your shoulder. Red-faced and refusing to meet your gaze, Sun was the perfect picture of adorable. “If it’ll make you feel better, you know-” he paused, getting quieter, “you know I’m yours so… do whatever. Please, just stop embarrassing me.”

“Me? Embarrassing you?” You gasped, ever playful and swooping in to nip his cheek. “I would never.”

“Y/N,” Sun said again, this time whining, “you’re literally doing it right now!” He swatted at you lightly, but your energy was not lost on him, not in the giggle that preceded your pinning him down.

“Well, hello there,” you mumbled, attention completely focused on the expanse of skin exposed to you now that his top had ridden up.

Sun kicked you, half-hearted. “Don’t talk to it.”

“Sorry.” The both of you knew you weren’t sorry at all. Your thumb had already found its home, kissing into the flesh layered above his sternum, tracing the shadows cast.

Sun arched into it, and suddenly, every move you made became weighted.

Muscle beneath fat, driving your digits in until there was no more give, clawing, kneading, feeling his pulse soar — kisses trapped within his ribs that you knew his heart desperately wanted to send your way. How could you call yourself his lover if you didn’t reciprocate?

Saliva dripped, and your tongue followed, laving into cushioned tissue. You could get addicted to the taste of him, to the gasp and coil that brought you even closer. “Does it feel good, baby?” you mouthed around his nipple, relishing in his shiver.

“Good, so good,” Sun whined, breathless, writhing. “Don’t stop.”

“Who’s being forward now?” your teeth sank in, nothing akin to a light bite. “You can’t be giving me mixed signals like this Sun, you were so shy earlier…”

“Sorry,” he cried, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good for you. Please.”

Tears on his lashline when you pulled away. Your palms squeezed his pecs, let the pressure run down his entire body when they trailed to grasp his hips. Sun bit his lips to muffle his sounds, and you undid them with your own. “Tell me then,” you coaxed, “what do you want?”

“Bed.”

“Okay.” You caressed his face, and his turning to nuzzle into it was all you needed to forget about the stress you’d been feeling prior. "Bed," you repeated. "Bed sounds good.”

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Tiny humans - Dr James Wilson x peds!reader

description: House gets to meet Wilson's new girlfriend for the first time when his case takes him into his worst nightmare...peds. House is in for a shock at the ball of sunshine who has his best friend on a string.

authors note: my first post for this series I want to do of oneshots and my first fanfic post on tumblr ever...enjoy!!! Btw i'm taking a lot of inspo from Arizona Robbins from Greys anatomy

Masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN FOR PEDS!READER - request here

House limped down the hallway followed by an exasperated Wilson who was concerned at his friends eager step, seeing as he was on his way to see a patient. How un-house-like.

"This is peds remember, these aren't normal patients. They don't lie, they don't have ulterior motives, they're just...kids." Wilson halted his friends shoulder and turned him towards his concerned face.

"So, wait until they've had a sip of beer before berating their existence?" House mockingly tilted his head in faux concern. Wilson's mouth opened but all that left was a sigh.

After confirming that his friend was no longer going to halt the inevitable, he continued on with a new fervour in his limp. But Wilson didn't stop there and sped to catch up with the surprising amount of ground his friend had covered.

"You see she loves these kids almost...almost like they're her own. She's smart and is excellent at what she does but she doesn't care about that." Wilson paused and looked back into his mind, picturing the moment he first saw her in a child's room, a plastic tiara on her head and an empty teacup perfectly clasped between her fingers.

"She cares about the kids."

"Wow. I'm touched." House grasps his chest and wipes away a non-existant tear. "Do you know how easy being a paediatrician is. They can't lie until they grow teeth and after that they're stupid enough to reveal to us when their parents lie. There's a reason it's 'daddy touches my special place' and not 'daddy gets aroused by children.'"

"That's it I'm making the rule. No pedaphile jokes."

"But the jokes literally in the name...peds"

"Who lets you around children?"

"Who lets me around people? Haha, I got you there!" He jabs a finger into Wilson's chest. Wilson rolls his eyes and holds out his arm to prevent his morose friend entering the land of happiness. Well as happy as a bunch of sick kids can be.

"Well let me appeal to your true nature." Wilson sighs. "I like this girl and she likes me. Please don't ruin it?"

"How could I say no to those puppy dog eyes. Fine! But only in the name of your libido, at least until I finish my soul-searching and realise my true calling is your bed."

Whilst House finishes his thought, they are spotted by a woman in pink scrubs, absent of any colour of coat. She briskly walks towards the two.

"Dr Wilson, Dr House. My name is..."

"I don't remember nurses names, it's nothing personal, I rarely remember anyones."

Wilson coughs and shoves his friends shoulder to direct him towards your burning gaze.

"As I was saying, my name is DOCTOR y/l/n. Pleasure to meet you."

Despite the gaze, her smile remains cheerful and she extends her hand for House to shake. Reluctantly, he eventually offers it and it is taken in a firm and bouncy handshake.

"James has told me so much about you, to be honest I'm surprised our paths have not crossed sooner. Regardless, today I am so happy to welcome you both to peds. The most magical place on earth."

Whilst listening to her, House took stock of the woman in front of him. Her pink scrubs seemed to be the dullest thing about her. Her hair was collected in a ponytail that swished its way down between her shoulder blades. Her pockets were lined with memories of her past. A pink glitter pen given to her from a girl who was continually brought in for asthma, a ball of yarn from a boy who had loved knitting, a yellow sticker saying great job, a blue glitter one saying 'you go girl'. There was a pencil with a yellow smiley face rubber and another that seemed to contain many colours. I guess that just made it all the more fun. House smirked when he saw a pocket protector. Not too dissimilar to the one that lined the pocket of the smitten brunette next to him.

"Gentlemen, this is peds. This is the place of the tiny humans. They like glitter, they play games, they see us as magicians. They believe we are the magical healers who can cure them. So that's how we present ourselves to them. The tiny humans may be tiny but they are strong. Stronger than most. Their bodies fight because they know they have so much life left to live and we try our hardest to give them as much life left as we possibly can."

As the girl speaks, absolutely in awe of her job and the lives it saves. She fails to notice the adoring gaze of the one she calls hers. The brunette looks to her as if she hung the stars and the moon and even though he could hear House's eyes rolling into the back of his skull, he couldn't bring himself to look or care. Not when she was in his line of sight.

"So you will not be stubborn, you will not be blunt or sarcastic. As far as I'm concerned, today you are the two newest editions to the circus. So play the part and follow my lead."

She picks up her files which were each coordinated by colour and glitter. House smirked at this. She turns to push open the door to the unit but falters.

"Also..."

She turns back to face the two men.

"The owners of the tiny humans can be quite volatile. You've been warned. Enjoy!" Her look of warning is quickly replaced by a mask of pure joy.

House softly giggles.

"I like her. Will we soon be hearing the pitter patter of tiny 'Wilson' humans?"

Wilson didn’t even hear his friends comment and instead chose to follow his beauty, like a moth to a flame.

House shrugs.

"Men, never thinking with the right head." As he eyes the glitter residue that adorns Wilson’s sleeve.

[lovelyiida]

bakugou and reader being seen as a power couple by the media!

you're my favorite writer here btw

☔

❥: omg I’m your favorite? GUEHEHUEHE

bakugo x (gn) reader, swearing, mentions of suggestive content, protective partner, mentions of arguing

At first, it was mutual trust between the two of you that propelled you to where you are today. Bakugo knew you were a hard worker; you took your title seriously, and most importantly—you kicked ass.

Both of you were paired at Best Jeanist Agency back in high school and only spoke here and there. However, when you both made it to the big leagues, you saw each other more often. Due to the familiarity of being around each other years ago, you began to form a strong bond.

And some strong unknown sexual tension...

When you fought side by side, you were an invincible duo, your quirks complementing each other seamlessly. With your somewhat "healthy" communication (besides a snide comment here and there) skills, you both maintained a very business-friendly relationship.

But the both of you easily saw through that.

Of course, both of you noticed the drawn-out gazes, protective hand placements, and the subtle brush of hands during patrols. It wasn't until sooner or later that the media would catch both of you in a rather steamy slip-up.

A star duo was born!

The relationship was embraced positively by both the media and the general public, particularly during interviews.

“So, Mr. Dynamite…how did you know (hero name) was the one for you?” the bright and bubbly interviewer asked.

Harsh florescent lighting, tight hero suits, a raging headache, 3 hours of sleep, and a single cup of coffee was all it took for Bakugo to snap. Which was impressive because the interview passed the five minute mark.

“Look at them and tell me you wouldn’t wanna [REDACTED] them? That’s why, nothing else, nothing more,” the blonde stated matter-of-factly.

A beat of silence washed over the room, the interviewer left speechless, gazing back at the camera with pleading eyes for a live cut.

Turning towards the interviewer with a smile, you shrug your shoulders with a quick motion and nod.

“Yep, I’d agree with him.”

Boom, 10 million views, an increased paycheck, a higher position on the hero chart, and a multitude of sponsors to choose from.

The people loved both of you.

You were raw, unscripted, intense, and caring. What more did the people not want to see?

Your profound connection was evident to everyone. From the way you seamlessly covered each other on missions to the tender hand squeezes and kisses on the cheek, such as when Bakugo accepted an award at the hero gala.

Publicly and privately, the two of you were a power couple, a dynamic force that some found almost too good to be true. Certain individuals, often claiming to be fans, went to great lengths, attempting to psychoanalyze every move in an effort to discredit your relationship as a mere PR stunt.

These obsessive "fans" even went as far as paying a multitude of hidden paparazzi to spy on both of you, desperately trying to unearth a flaw, a hiccup, or a mistake to exploit. However, whenever it seemed like they might succeed, both of you swiftly shut down any rumors with quickness.

[BREAKING] PRO-HERO COUPLE found arguing at MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR HOME

Yikes, the header photo did appear somewhat convincing.

Bakugo was pictured bellowing at the top of his lungs, and the expression you pulled back wasn’t the sweetest. But, of course, context is key.

Soon, you were sat in front of a camera to do an embarrassing PR apology...

“Just making it clear for all you weirdos out there, Dynamite and I were indeed having an argument... and I apologize that you had to witness a grown man getting worked up over discovering that Iceland is, in fact, not a land covered in ice. It's quite the opposite.”

Later transitioning smoothly into another interview, both of you now share a laugh about it. “I had to explain it to him for almost 20 minutes, and he was genuinely upset. Yelling at me like I'm the crazy one!” You chuckled.

Glancing over, you see Bakugo rest his hand on your thigh and let out a chuckle. “Yeah, and I still think you're [REDACTED] wrong.”

“Language!”

Oh, the power couple you were…

YAY IM FINALLY BACK!

❥: @xo-evangeline , @nar00 , @king-dynamight , @gold24fish , @lovra974 , @bakugospartner , @gaby-11 , @akqsa-xxi , @jolynegf , @goldenglow149 , @aliruuiz , @zukowantshishonourback , @ilovedenk-i , @atsushiki , @smolbeanzzz , @lem-hhn , @stevenknightmarc , @ryumiii , @idontevenknowlolls , @lyn07 , @kennshifts , @ackerman-suck-3-r , @elegantvoids , @thecurlyhairedgoddess , @sunyrose , @thisbicc , @thekookiecorner , @snxwycloud , @skylardarling

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

NWhile you're doing pokemon, might i ask, for a platonic headcanons ofseeiven, Penny and Nemona x reader,

where reader's showing them the snowy cat weasel legendary pokemon that was sealed away(i forget names atm-), i can picture arven at least being concerned seeing the dex's entry for it as reader's just all "oh but it's a sweetheart! Don't be so worried!" as theyre giving the pokemon that no doubt would absolutely cause a devastating avalanche if the reader wasnt there scritches and pats/lh

feel free to ignore just thought it could be amusing!/lh

-salt anon(stay safe btw!)

This is perfect timing bc I caught Chien-Pao today (and also Ting-Lu, my fav) after struggling and restarting the game a lot

............

After Ms. Raifort piqued your interest in the "Treasures of Ruin", you set out to free them from their confinements, knowing these poor things were taken advantage of centuries ago.

You believe they could still be helped. It wasn't too late! All they needed was love and friendship, things you were more than happy to provide.

Of course, pulling the stakes that sealed the Icerend Shrine and challenging Chien-Pao afterwards was no cakewalk, but you caught it after convincing it to come with you, promising to give it a better life.

The feline ice-type was surprisingly quick to warm up to you after you gave it a bath during a picnic, figuratively melting its icy heart. 

You took great care in shining its sword fangs, smiling when it purred in thanks before taking a nap in the grass, curled up.

It becomes harder to believe this sweet creature had a hand in destroying an entire kingdom.

Soon after, you decided to call your friends so they could see it for themselves.

As expected, Nemona was the first to arrive, psyched to see a Pokémon she's only heard about in books. 

She could immediately tell it was quite strong (despite it being cuddled up to you when she got there).

"..and you're gonna let me fight it one day, right?" She dares to ask, taken aback when Chien-Pao wakes up and looks at her in disdain.

You just laugh and shake your head, giving the Ruinous Pokémon chin scritches. "Unless you wanna be swept away by an avalanche..I don't think so. Besides, I think it's been through enough fights in its life."

Not long after her arrival, Penny and Arven show up, completely shook(tm) at the existence of this bizarre Pokémon.

Penny’s surprised it was just stuck in its own little cave all these years, while Arven’s curious about what the Pokedex says about it.

But when he finds out..well...to say he’s just “concerned” is a huge understatement.

He’s downright scared for you, having no clue how you tamed it and fearing the repercussions of freeing it.

“...[y/n], this thing is more than just a Pokémon..it’s...it’s got a bunch of souls in it--angry souls of people who hated that “king”. It also causes terrible avalanches and-”

“Oh give it a rest, Arven...does this look like the face of someone who’d cause terrible avalanches?” You pouted, holding either side of Chien-Pao’s face as you stared at him. “Do you see any hatred here? Because I don’t.”

When he has no answer, you resume patting its head, treating it like a big ol’ kitty that was simply misunderstood.

Even Penny becomes brave enough to pet its back, only to freeze when it sends an icy gaze at her. “Uh....sorry...?”

She thinks she did something wrong and is about to invoke the wrath of this ancient beast....

Until Chien-Pao purrs and nuzzles her cheek, invading her personal space just like Koraidon/Miraidon did all those times, causing you to chuckle and shake your head.

You could only hope to nurture the other three in the quartet into sweet and cuddly creatures like this one.

[leclsrc]

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

but make it angst with Max >:)

self professed – mv1

genre: angst (warning for infidelity lol), drabble, 1k celebration

31: pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips. title from this. cay ur so sick for wanting this btw

His girlfriend is on the paddock today. 

She wasn’t around last week, which is probably the reason why you prefer that race to today’s. On the surface, you have barely anything against her, but underneath she’s a reminder of your guilt and everything toxic you’d been building up over the past few months. You face Max in the garage, both of you in the middle of different conversations. The eye contact is brief. You both know to keep it within yourselves today.

As always, Max’s performance has been stellar, but something bugs him. His gaze is stoic, pace fast when he walks away; on impulse, you follow. It’s not an unusual sight for you two to be together, maybe discussing strategy or points of improvement, but something else charges the air between you today. 

You haven’t slept together—maybe fucked is the better term—in five races, in part due to lack of time, and in part because of your insistence that it was wrong. You had a boyfriend living in the States who called you constantly, and Max—well, his girlfriend is here, anyway. You swallow dryly.

“Max,” you call out. “Let’s talk.”

“In my motorhome,” he says, not turning. You follow curtly, maintaining a professional distance and appearance until you both disappear into the privacy of Max’s room. The blinds are flush against the window, lights dim. You close the door and watch him tug his cap off, throwing his phone onto the bed.

Its movement causes it to glow open, displaying a picture of Max and his girlfriend. On top of it is a notification. I’ll be back in 2 hours tops, love. You wonder if she knows her boyfriend is about to fuck someone else tonight.

“Why do we keep doing this?” You ask. 

“You tell me.” He crosses his arms and shrugs, leaving the conversation open. “You asked to talk.”

“Yeah, because you’re clearly not okay,” you counter. “Not everything has to be about… that.”

“Please. Between us, almost everything is about that.” He nears you.

He’s right. Every time you try to talk, you end up with your legs wrapped around him, or bent over, or pressed against him, moaning his name, purging thoughts of your boyfriend in favor of the pleasure. “About us. About—about waking up in each other’s beds, then cursing ourselves for falling back into it, and then having sex again the same night. We can’t stop this. We’ve tried—we always try. Why keep trying? It never works.”

You step toward him. “We’re bad people, Max.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“So you’d rather just tolerate it than try to change?” You’re almost breathless with frustration. “What, you can’t resist sex so you ju—you keep cheating?!”

“You must be really dense to think I want you just because of the sex.” His voice equals your passion, but not your volume. “Do you actually think I never stop this—whatever this is—because I enjoy the sex that much? Do you? Is that why you keep letting me into your hotel room after you hang up on that little boyfriend of yours?” You gulp. “No. It’s not just about sex. It’s about us. There’s something here, and the more we deny it, the more we hurt each other.”

I know. “We can’t,” you say, a lump forming in your throat. “We can’t. This is always how it has to be.”

You’re almost pressed together in the middle of the room, like there isn’t an abundance of space everywhere else, eyes glued to each other’s. Your chest heaves with stress, guilt, feelings, but they lift temporarily when he dips in to kiss you. You never said you were particularly strong or smart when it came to Max, kissing him back hard.

“I love you,” he says. A whisper, just against your own lips. “I love you.”

“I know.” Your voices are both hushed. “I do, too. But we can’t.” His hand takes yours, squeezes to convey what words can’t; you nod. You understand. With Max, you find you rarely don’t.

“Don’t go.” He says, pleading.

“I won’t.” The lie is sweet and fleeting.

[shanks-the-wino]

Shanks X CisFem Reader

Hello

Sake8zero : There has to be a reason a pretty young lady would be on a site like this.

Pyt07: Not particularly.

Pyt07: Mostly I was bored. Thank you for the compliment btw.

Sake8zero: I see.

Sake8zero: Just here stealing hearts then?

Pyt07: Hah. Sure

Pyt07 : and you're just here to chat I suppose.

Sake8zero: It does pass the time.

Pyt07: How do you get away with no profile picture?

Sake8zero: Keeping some mystery

Sake8zero: People don't seem to appreciate the art of conversation anymore

Pyt07: There is that.

"F/N? Helllooooo?" The greenette across from you pulled your attention away from your phone.

"Sorry." You tossed him a small smile.

"Still playing with that dating site?" He poked at the food on his plate.

"Yeah most of the guys on here are creeps though."

"Well, you seemed to be pretty into whomever that is." He smirked pointing his fork at you.

"Shut it. This guy seems pretty polite..."

"But?" Zoro asked.

"He's ten years older than me." You sighed.

Not that an age gap is bad but ten years is quite a lot. Even if he was nice so far you weren't sure you'd find much common ground. Having someone to chat with wouldn't be terrible though

"What's the big deal. You're 27 it's not like you're in high school." Zoro grunted.

"Well that's true but when I was starting high school he was graduating college."

"At the very least he could be a sugar daddy." The greenette laughed.

"Why do I hang out with you?" You cut your eyes at him.

"Because I'm your favorite cousin, you love me and I'm irreplaceable." He retorted smugly.

"Alright...ya got me there." You sighed in defeat.

"So, give the old guy a shot. You might like him."

"But he doesn't have any pictures up. What he's like deformed or has a big gnarly scar-" You cut yourself off to back pedal as your cousin deadpanned, "I-I mean not like yours, which is mysterious and handsome. I just mean like what if like half his face is gone or something?"

"If that is the case maybe he wants people to get to like him for who he is and not what's adding to or lacking from his face."

"When did you get so mature?" You muttered lowering your gaze.

___________

"So who's this guy Zoro told me you're talking to online?" Nami asked Leaning over the computer at her station.

"Why does he have such a big mouth?" You rolled your eyes, "We've chatted for maybe two and a half weeks. He's just nice it's really no big deal."

"Zoro said he's 10 years older than you." She whistled.

"He's dead that's it."

She frowned, "Hey I came in early today just to talk to you about this. You could give me something to work with here!"

"I didn't ask you to! And your mouthy boyfriend needs to mind his own business." You snapped.

"Hey – you're still related don't forget." She chuckled swooping her ginger hair behind her ear.

"Don't remind me." You rolled your eyes.

A few beats of silence passed as you watched the national morning show intro start on the TV in the lobby. Both you and Nami worked at the front desk of a privately-owned resort, you worked the overnight auditor shift.

"Fine... I've got a half hour to kill anyway. Yes, he's older than me. No, I don't think I like him like that. He will in no way shape or form become my sugar daddy. He only signed up for this site to get over his ex-wife... just like I signed up to get over Killer." Nami's eyes widened as she took in your rapid-fire statements.

Your phone pinged.

Sake8zero: Good morning! Hope you had a good night.

A grin spread across Nami's face, "It's him, isn't it?"

"So?"

"SO?! He tells you good morning? He totally likes you. Who sends good morning texts?" She paused and interrupted you, "Boyfriends, that's who."

Pyt07: Morning. It wasn't bad but I'm about to slap the morning shift.

Sake8zero: Not a morning person – noted

Pyt07: I've been up all night remember?

Pyt07: I guess I'm not an anytime person

Sake8zero: I don't believe it.

"Alright your time is up. I'm clocking out early." You hopped over the counter as Nami scoffed.

Sake8zero: I'm almost at the office but you have a good day's rest

Pyt07: Yeah have a good day at work. I'll probably be awake a little after lunch time.

You didn't know what compelled you to share that information. Well, you had gotten used to his messages. Nights when he fell asleep early were weirdly lonely. Of course, you weren't about to admit that to a soul.

____________

Sake8zero: How is the night shift?

Pyt07: Can't complain I guess. The hotel is pretty empty tonight so after reports should be smooth sailing.

Pyt07: Why are you awake right now anyway?

Sake8zero: Talking to you of course

Pyt07: Right.

Pyt07: But really

Sake8zero : How do you do that?

Sake8zero: couldn't sleep. It wasn't a great day

Pyt07: Its been a month, weirdly I can tell when something is bothering you.

Pyt07: that probably doesn't make sense

Pyt07: What happened?

Sake8zero: Ran into the ex wife

Sake8zero: it makes sense to me...

Pyt07: I thought you guys were on good terms?

Sake8zero: we are

Sake8zero: she's getting remarried

Pyt07: ah... I see

Sake8zero: don't misunderstand - I don't want to be with her. There are reasons it didn't work.

Pyt07: I get it

Pyt07: it's still kind of a shock

Sake8zero: And a blow to the ego I guess

Pyt07: Well you're out there doing your own thing

Sake8zero: true I suppose

Pyt07: don't be so down about it. Good things come to those who wait right?

Sake8zero: Look at you cheering an old man up.

Pyt07: oh shut up.

Pyt07: You aren't that old

Sake8zero: Hey is there a TV in the lobby?

Pyt07: of course, why?

Sake8zero: There's a good Hitchcock movie on the classic movie channel.

Pyt07: My statement about your age has be retracted

Sake8zero: How mean!

Sake8zero: I was born in the 80's you know

Pyt70: In 80 you mean.

Sake8zero: 😭😭

Pyt07: Don't cry. It isn't becoming of a man your age.

Sake8zero: Woooooow

Sake8zero: I pour my heart out and this is what I get

Pyt07: Come on now. I'm playing and you know it.

Sake8zero: ...

Pyt07: OK geez.

Pyt07: I'm sorry

Sake8zero: I can't stay mad at such a cute face

Sake8zero: Are you gonna watch this movie with me or what?

Pyt07: 😧

Pyt07: Oh - Rear Window... I know this one. Nosey neighbor thinks the guy across from him killed his wife right?

Sake8zero: Exactly.

Sake8zero: it's my favorite.

You continued to watch the movie as you ran your reports and chatted with the still nameless man. The movie wasn't bad and his commentary and random trivia made you chuckle.

Sake8zero: Maybe I'm just delirious, but this was kinda fun

Pyt07: It is 6AM

Pyt07 : You're delirious.

Sake8zero: You're always on huh?

Pyt07: Got me in a LOT of trouble growing up

Sake8zero: It's weirdly cute

Pyt07: Weirdly? I'm hurt

Sake8zero: It's a compliment. I promise.

Pyt07: Oh thank you! I'm so flattered.

Sake8zero: I think we should meet

He'd erased and rewrote the message three times. Why did he send it? There was no way you'd be willing to meet a guy so much older without even knowing what he looked like. And divorced? You're young. You don't need that kind of baggage.

He turned his phone off and threw it on the floor.

[copias-girl]

Pamper Your Papa Part III (Papa IV x Reader)

•••

A/N: After not very much contemplation from me and a lot of enthusiasm from my ghestie @sucharide I decided to go for it and write a third instalment for this because I’m still hung up on the idea doing *actual* facials with Copia! So get ready for some spicy flirting and fluff! More smut will be in chapter 4! 🖤 Btw sorry I was so late uploading this, I got busy with school!

(Also when I picture Copia with no makeup why do I still picture him with the black around his eyes?? lmaoo)

Read Part I HERE Part II HERE and Part IV HERE

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“Satanas, calm down, Papa, I’m talking about actual facials this time.” You giggled, walking into the man’s papal suite with him in tow.

“Satanas, calm down, Papa, I’m talking about actual facials this time.” You giggled, walking into the man’s papal suite with him in tow.

“But amoreeeee, my cum on your face is an actual facial.” He pouted, gazing at you quite convincingly with those big mismatched puppy dog eyes.

“We just fucked in the confessional, how are you still horny?” You teased him, rounding on him once the door clicked closed behind you. You smoothed your fingers over his chest and shoulders as his gloved hands skimmed up up up your thighs and waist, going back down again and grabbing two big handfuls of your ass, eliciting a yelp from you as he pulled your hips flush to his.

“I suppose it is, how do you say, the effect you have on me, dolcezza.” Copia growled, causing you to let out a little whine and bite your lip. Oh, how this man could tease you, how he could wind you up so tightly until you were nothing but a dripping mess, squirming and begging for him.

You both could work each other up into a hot, feverish frenzy, often making love for hours and hours on end until the two of you were so sticky and tired and fucked out; hair messy, eyes bleary, minds dizzy and foggy and full of bliss from one too many orgasms.

You almost gave into him just then, almost forgot all about your real spa night in turn for another evening of delicious lust with your Papa. And he realized it. He could see it in your eyes, the way he had gotten you all worked up. But that’s when he smirked and released you from his sinful hold.

“Alas, I do need to take care of my complexion.” He stated simply, gently brushing his gloved fingertips against his cheek.

“You’re such an asshole sometimes, old man.” You playfully swatted at him, rolling your eyes.

“Ehh?? Don’t wound Papa’s heart, cara mia.” Copia pouted, kissing your cheek and melting your heart. “Besides, now you know how it feels. You were a very naughty girl today, flustering Papa in front of everyone like that. Making my cock so hard. It’s a wonder I even had enough restraint to wait and drag you into the confessional, tesoro.” He purred, hand rubbing little circles on your lower back. “I should have just fucked you right there on the altar, in front of everyone and under the watchful gaze of our Dark Lord. That way, they all could have seen what a good little slut you are for me. For your Papa.” He said quite matter-of-factly, but his voice was dripping with lust as he articulated each word in that sinful Italian accent of his.

“Oh yeah? Maybe next time you should, old man.” You squared up with him, so close that the tips of your noses were brushing together.

“Hm. Perhaps I will.” The man chuckled with a little smirk, eyes flicking down to your kissable lips before meeting your gaze once again. Fuck, Copia just couldn’t help it; when you acted like that towards him, it really got him going.

“Well, I won’t keep our spa night waiting any longer, dolcezza.” He spun away from you, sheer black cape whirling dramatically as he made his way to the ensuite. “Do with me what you will.” He out stretched his arms in a flourish, taking a seat at the vanity.

You skipped over to him, taking out all the spa stuff you had been waiting to use with him. You were so excited, laying out all the items on the shiny black marble. Mud masques, sheet masques, jelly under-eye pads, gel lip masques, facial serums, and last but not least, your rose quartz face roller, which was a personal favourite of Copia’s.

He grinned endearingly, seeing you so enthusiastic. You seemed like a little girl whose father just agreed to letting her do his makeup. Satanas, he loved you so fucking much. You were just so cute.

“Alright!” You clasped your hands together. “First we have to take your paint off.” You smiled, grabbing the makeup remover and cotton pads, coming to straddle his lap where he sat at the vanity. He let out a little huff as you hopped right onto his lap, his hands settling on your waist as he looked up at you.

You took his black cornette hat off, placing it atop your own head, making Copia chuckle at how it was a little big for you.

“Ok, here we go.” You said, soaking a cotton pad in makeup remover and then beginning to gently smooth it over your Papa’s face. He looked so elegant like this, with his pretty face tilted up towards you.

He gazed up at you, awestruck by your beauty, smiling a bit at the concentrated look on your face as you removed his paint little by little.

You changed the cotton pad every so often, getting a fresh one soaked and ready to go, rubbing it over his cheeks, lips, nose. He closed his eyes when you removed the paint there, looking absolutely angelic. Your Papa always looked so pretty and angelic with his eyes closed.

“All done.” You told him, punctuating your sentence by giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

Copia’s mismatched eyes fluttered open and he looked into the mirror, checking out your handiwork. “Ahh, very good, amore mio. You do such a good job for your Papa.” He smiled sweetly, kissing your cheek.

Your heart fluttered at his praise, rubbing your nose against his before hopping off his lap and running into the bedroom. You set his cornette on his dresser and grabbed some loungewear for the both of you.

Walking back into the bathroom, you threw Copia’s at him and started to strip your clothes off. He couldn’t help but stare at you, eyes roaming up and down your form as you took all your clothes off, and he swallowed hard.

You noticed his eyes on you and you playfully stuck your tongue out at him, shaking him from his daze.

He smiled sheepishly when you caught him staring, scrambling to get up and start changing as well. He took off layer after layer, putting on his VVLGARI t-shirt, sweatpants, and hoodie, as well as slipping on his more casual gloves, the ones he always wore with this outfit.

All you slipped on was one of Papa’s pyjama shirts, black silk with ‘IV’ embroidered in gold thread just above the breast pocket. It matched your black and gold lace panties, and was long enough to just cover your ass, so you didn’t bother putting any bottoms on.

“I hope some of this stuff is anti-aging, dolcezza.. I’m so old.” Copia groaned as he sat at the vanity, looking into the mirror and resting his chin in his hand.

“What are you talking about, Papa?” You frowned, coming to stand behind him and looking at his reflection.

“I.. I have so many wrinkles, tesoro…” He sighed with a sad laugh. “I think I really do need this spa night.”

“Papa, we’ve talked about this. You know I love the way you look. You know how you make me feel.” You pouted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind, looking into each other’s eyes through the mirror as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

“You like dating an old man, dolcezza?” He chuckled.

“I love dating an old man, Papa.” You whispered into his ear with a smirk, sending a shiver down his spine. Placing a hand on his jaw, you turned his face towards you and captured him in a soft yet deep kiss, one that had his eyes fluttering closed as a quiet moan escaped him.

“You’re sure you wouldn’t want me to dye my hair?” He asked half-jokingly as he self-consciously ran his gloved fingers through his grey locks.

“Mm, don’t you dare.” You murmured against his lips, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Copia sighed as you quelled all his fears, settled any anxieties he had. You always had such a knack for doing that, for making him feel so good about himself. He just couldn’t help having those thoughts sometimes, especially when you were so young and beautiful, always glowing with an ethereal luminance, always leaving him breathless, always leaving him craving more more more of you. Copia often found himself wondering what a pretty little thing like you saw in someone like him.

You grabbed a fluffy spa headband, the one with the cat ears on it, and slipped it onto your sweet Papa to keep his hair out of his face, and put one with bunny ears onto yourself. Gathering up all your things, you took Copia by the hand and led him to the bed, sitting criss cross applesauce in front of each other.

Ripping open one of the packages, you began slathering the lavender-coloured mud all over your Papa’s face as he sat there all pretty, gazing at you with those gorgeous mismatched eyes. But once both of your faces were done, you had a hard time not laughing as you looked at each other, faces purple and stiff and unable to move.

“Stop making me laugh!” You giggled, desperately trying not to crack your masque.

“I’m not doing anything, amore! Well, I can’t do anything, I can’t move my goddamn face.” Copia responded, huffing in amusement, only causing you to swat at him and laugh more.

After not looking at each other for a minute and finally calming down, you and Copia slowly glanced at each other, staring at one another for exactly one second before he snorted out a laugh, causing you both to lose it again.

After the 25 minutes was up, you both ran to the bathroom to wash the masque off before returning to bed for the rest of the stuff.

From there, you applied the jelly pads under his eyes, the gel lip masque, and finally the sheet masque on top of everything. Copia sighed as he reclined back, resting his head in your lap as you began to use the facial roller on him, going over his cheeks, forehead, up the bridge of his nose. You smiled at his little groans of relaxation, soothingly scratching your fingers against his scalp with your free hand.

You admired your darling Papa like this, enjoying the gentle moment with your love. He looked so precious, his closed eyes fluttering open every so often to gaze up at you. And you couldn’t help but smile, because there was so much love in those mismatched puppy dog eyes when he looked at you. Copia never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

After time was up and you removed everything from both of your faces as well as the headbands, Copia sat up and you told him to hold still while you fanned his face with a handheld fan. You didn’t have to rinse any of these products off, just allowing them to soak into the skin. To finish everything off, you smoothed a vitamin enriched serum onto his face, also applying some on yourself.

“All done.” You smiled, leaning in to give him a big smooch.

“Oh, grazie così tanto, bellina! This was just wonderful. You make me feel so special.” Copia grinned, kissing you back happily. “How do I look? Younger? More, eh.. more handsome?” He asked, patting his gloved hands against his cheeks, turning his face side to side so you could get a good look at him.

“You look so gorgeous, Papa. Gorgeous as usual.” You bit your lip, that lascivious look in your eyes not escaping your man.

“Eh, davvero? You really think so, amore?” He asked again, gasping when you playfully pounced on him, tackling him down onto the bed and straddling his hips.

“I always think so.” You whispered before peppering his face in lots of little kisses, making your way down to nip at his neck. You placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on his jaw, his cheek, and finally his lips. You kissed his lips so many times, unable to get enough of the man. You had it so fucking bad for him. You needed him to know much you loved him, how crazy you were for him. Copia returned your kisses with matched desperation, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him more more more, needing you to be impossibly closer. He opened his mouth when you licked across his lips, his tongue teasing you deliciously, swallowing all of your moans. His gloved hands slipped from your waist to your hips and you fisted the soft fabric of his shirt, licking into his mouth with growing fervour, your Papa groaning in pleasant surprise when you began to grind on him.

You broke the kiss, a saliva string still connecting your lips which Copia eagerly licked up. You stared at each other, lips parted, panting, trying to catch your respective breaths. He was hungry for you, you could see it in those gorgeous mismatched eyes, the way his pupils were blown wide, the way his cheeks were flushed red hot.

You leaned in again until the tips of your noses were brushing together, fingers gently smoothing the pretty whiteish wisps of hair near your sweet Papa’s temples. You then leaned in further until your lips gently brushed together, just staying like that for a few moments.

Unable to take it anymore, Copia cupped your face in his hands, bringing you in for a passionate lip lock that grew sloppier with each passing second.

To be continued 😈

Tagging: @sucharide @my-mummy-dust @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe @rightintheghoulies @copiaswifey @youhaveahomeinmyheart

[jonillaa]

Hi it’s me again lol!!! I thought about a new (and the last one cause I feel like I’m bothering u ooff)

When reader meets for the first time Jo’s cat MINT <3

Like jo suggested that after school the reader will come to his house for the first time to meet his cat!!!!!! And also mb his mom and older brother (?) he never talked about his dad before so like I don’t know about him lol.

Anyways I thought it will be cute hehe

If u not familiar with Jo’s cat here’s a link to one of his pics!! https://twitter.com/n1chochill/status/1535097430273925129?s=46

Fun fact!!:) Apparently mint is with Jo since Jo was 6 years old!! ^_^

Also I hope I’m not annoying u too much haha:) have a nice day

WHISKERS AND WHISPERS ┊ asakura jo

PAIRING ┊ non-idol!jo x f!reader

GENRE ┊ fluff , high school au

WC ┊945

WARNINGS ┊ jo gets jealous (? idk im bad with warnings) , jo and reader kiss shockers?! , awkward dialogues (plz im trying.) , not proof-read, lowercase intended (like always)

SYNOPSIS ┊ you and jo have been dating for almost a year, and one day after school, jo invites you to his house for the first time to meet his beloved cat, mint. however, mint ends up stealing your attention, leaving jo feeling a little jealous. because of this, jo goes to great awkward lengths to regain your focus and prove that he's just as captivating as his cat.

A/N ┊ this request is so cuteee, i did not know jo had a cat until i saw this req 😭 so when i tell you how i literally ran to twt after i was done reading it LMFAOO (and youre not bothering me at all btw!! keep sending more requests if you have some in mind ^_^) also i wasnt sure if jo’s cat was a girl or a boy so my apologies T_T

as the school bell rang, signaling the end of another day, jo’s heart raced in anticipation. today was the day he had mustered up the courage to invite you over to his house for the first time. the thought of introducing you to his beloved cat, mint, filled him with both excitement and nervousness.

jo approached you with a shy smile. "hey, would you like to come over to my place? I want you to meet someone very special."

intrigued by his invitation, your curiosity got the better of you, and you eagerly agreed. holding hands, you walked side by side towards jo’s house, a trace of excitement lingering in your hearts.

upon arrival, the door swung open to reveal jo’s older brother, who greeted you warmly. nervously scratching the back of his head, jo's shy voice introduced you to the family. "this is my brother. he’s the one who took all the embarrassing childhood pictures."

your laughter mingled with his, and you shared a knowing glance as jo’s brother playfully warned you to be prepared for an onslaught of embarrassing stories.

the living room radiated with warmth, and the air buzzed with anticipation as curiosity sparked within you. you followed jo's lead towards a cozy corner, where a sleek gray feline rested regally on a plush cushion.

jo’s eyes shone with a mixture of pride and adoration as he introduced mint, the feline companion who had captured his heart long before you had. "this is mint. she’s a little shy, but she’ll warm up to you soon."

you extended your hand gingerly, allowing mint to approach at their own pace. with silent grace, the cat circled you, their entrancing gaze connecting with yours, as if evaluating the new presence in their domain.

lost in the cat’s captivating presence, your attention became enraptured by mint’s charm. jo, couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy as the focus seemed to momentarily shift away from him.

with playful sarcasm laced in his voice, jo interjected, "oh, you know, i’m just glad that mint’s giving you the attention i strive so hard to get."

your eyes met his, a mischievous grin on your lips. "sorry, jo, looks like I'm falling for your cat instead."

jo’s determined resolve kicked in, and he decided to take matters into his own hands. he orchestrated a series of "accidental" encounters, positioning himself in moments he hoped would divert your gaze from mint.

he stumbled over furniture, intent on capturing your attention, but the intended result only brought forth laughter and more endearing moments. in his pursuit of proving his captivating qualities, jo managed to embody both clumsiness and charm.

finally, jo grasped a toy in his hand, waving it subtly to inspire a playful response from mint. the cat's focus shifted towards jo, their playful antics captivating your gaze once more.

with an exaggerated pout, jo sighed dramatically. "looks like it's still mint who has your heart."

unable to resist his adorable jealousy, you closed the distance between you, your touch light against Jo's arm. "oh, jo, you have my heart. but mint definitely has a way of stealing the spotlight."

the atmosphere shimmered with warmth as jo’s tender eyes met your own. in that moment, you understood that beyond the quirks and the jealousies, what truly mattered was the unspoken connection shared between two hearts.

mint had woven a tapestry of affection, further intertwining the love that already flourished between you and jo. in their presence, you had come to appreciate the qualities that made jo so uniquely lovable.

now, you’re sitting on jo’s porch, you glanced at your phone, waiting for your mom to arrive and take you home, while jo rambled on about how he wasn’t “jealous over his cat”.

his words spilling out clumsily in an attempt to convince both himself and you that he wasn't the slightest bit jealous of mint stealing your attention. "oh, no, not at all, y/n. i’m perfectly fine being an afterthought compared to your relationship with my cat. i mean, who needs affection when mint is in the room, right?"

you couldn't help but smile, seeing through jo’s words. with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you placed a finger gently on his lips, effectively silencing his rambling. before he could protest, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, capturing his surprise.

when you pulled back, you chuckled, intertwining your fingers with his. "oh my god, jo, you don't have to pretend you're not jealous. It's okay to feel that way. but trust me when i say that you have nothing to worry about. i love you for your awkwardness, your sweet nature, and yes, even your adorable bouts of jealousy. it’s all part of what makes you, well, you."

jo’s eyes softened, the tension leaving his board shoulders. a mix of relief and vulnerability reflected in his gaze. "thank you, y/n, i’m just glad to have you by my side, even if there's a cat stealing all the attention."

you smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "remember, jo, my heart belongs to you. no matter how fascinating mint may be, it's you who captivates me the most."

in that moment, the weight of jo’s worries melted away. the warmth of your love embraced him, and he found solace in knowing that he was enough, even with a charming gray feline lurking around.

[ifidiedinadream]

Im the one who sent the ask about giving Olli a hand job. Feel free to turn it into a request if you want.

of course i want to turn it into a request 😂😂 this was the ask btw:

This mornings fantasy involved my getting my nails done, sending the photo to Olli and getting a reply from him that said "Those would look great with your hand wrapped around my cock." I then go home to him and give him a hand job and when i'm done he licks his cum from my hand and fingers. 😳

and this is what i came up with, hope you like it!! 🩷

also on ao3

Beautiful.

The new nails make you feel like a dark, mystical goddess. They’re long, almond shaped and pitch black, giving your hands an elegant, ethereal vibe to them. You can’t stop admiring them, first curling your fingers towards the palm, then turning your wrist and stretching out your arm right in front of you so you can see the effect from afar.

As soon as you’re out of the nail salon, you snap a picture of them and send it to your boyfriend.

(He’s the first person who should know when you’re feeling especially pretty.)

new nails <3 like them?

You put the phone away, not expecting him to text you back instantly. He’s working from home today after all, recording bass lines he’ll send to Aleksi later, and you’re meeting up with a friend to continue your self care afternoon while Olli is busy with work.

You meet your friend at a coffee shop and have fun together, catching up with the happenings in each other’s lives. You forget about your phone for a few hours, until your friend starts checking the time every so often. It must be time for her to leave, so you grab your phone to see what time it is as well, but a WhatsApp notification catches your attention, making you forget to even look at the clock.

Those would look great with your hand wrapped around my cock.

Your stomach twists in pleasure and you lock your phone immediately, hoping your friend hasn’t noticed anything weird. Soon your hopes get crushed, however, when you see the arch of her brow.

“Are you okay?”

You avoid her gaze, brain already full of images of Olli’s cock, his naked chest, his bedroom eyes. You can already hear the low sounds he would make while you pleasure him in your mind.

“Yeah, everything’s alright, just… Olli texted me, he wants me to… he needs something, so I better go now.”

You pretend not to see the knowing smile on your friend’s face. Thankfully she has somewhere else to be as well, as you suspected, so you don’t have to wait too long to go home.   

***

“Babe, I’m home,” you announce upon opening the front door, half expecting Olli to be secluded in his home studio despite the late hour. However, there are no low frequencies coming from downstairs and his laptop is charging on the coffee table in the living room.

You leave your shoes and outerwear by the door and venture into the house. You find Olli in the bedroom, propped up on his elbows on the bed, looking at you like he’s been waiting.

“Had fun today, honey?”  

You walk over to sit beside him, giving him a greeting kiss on the lips before telling him that yes, you did have a good day indeed. You ask him how the recording session went but he has already taken your hand in his, distracted by your fingers; he’s playing with them, bringing your hand closer to his face to inspect your new nails.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” you ask playfully, because yes, Olli is always supportive when you buy new clothes or get your hair done, telling you how beautiful you are to him, but the sudden interest in your nails can only mean he’s still thinking about the text from earlier.

“What, can’t I just find my girl’s hands beautiful with no ulterior motives?”

With the hand he’s not holding, you go to slowly touch between his legs, not at all surprised to find him semi hard already.

“So it’s not this you want?”

You touch him teasingly and Olli watches his cock get harder by the second in silence, his lips parted. He still says nothing when you take him out, only to hold him and admire how pretty your hand is.

“Like what you see?” you ask in his ear, before diving in to kiss the side of his face and neck. His breathing isn’t as calm as before.

“Can I take a few pictures? For tour?”

You giggle, you couldn’t have asked for a better affirmative answer. You tilt his face and kiss his mouth, letting the lust unravel for good.

“Of course you can.”

Olli reaches his hand to grab his phone, and in the meantime you retreat your hand to spit into it. You wrap your hand around his cock again and keep it still, waiting for him to snap his pictures.

“Now a video.”

You start stroking him slowly, up and down, unable to stop staring at it: his dick is hard and dark with desire, whereas your hand around it looks so luxurious and sophisticated with your new nails, almost cold in contrast to his throbbing, needy cock. In the meantime, Olli is taking a video of it, and only when he’s satisfied and stops the recording do you pick up your pace, capturing his lips in your own in a searing kiss.

Olli hums in your mouth, his tongue everywhere and his hands on your head to keep it in place, all the while you’re still stroking, moving your hand like you know drives him insane, twisting your wrist just how he likes it. You don’t have to wet your palm again, because he starts leaking pretty soon, so you go gather those pretty drops on the top and smear them all over his cock to make the movements smoother.

If Olli breaks the kiss, it’s only to take a moment to breathe; he kisses you more, but then, when the pleasure becomes too much, he starts biting at your bottom lip, with increasing force. You switch hands, determined not to slow down now, and Olli bites into your lip especially hard when he finally comes, letting out a whine. You stroke him through it, feeling the hot cum coat your hand and fingers, loving how you can feel Olli tremble under your touch.

You let him go when his body relaxes. He puts his hands behind him for support, leaning back just a bit as his chest rises and falls, his curls all over his forehead. You’re throbbing, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you, but in all honesty, watching him so blissed out (and it having been your doing) is a lovely activity just the same.

When he’s caught his breath, he grabs your hand, and at first you think it’s to kiss the inside of your wrist, as he often does after sex as some sort of thank you; but then he’s kissing the backside of your hand and licking and sucking at your fingers still covered in cum, and you can’t help but snort.

“Dirty, dirty boy.”

It’s the only thing you get to say before he pushes you down to lie on the bed and kisses you.

[lemoncrushh]

Too Far From Texas | Chapter Twenty-Four

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I sat on Harry’s bed while he finished in the bathroom. My little black dress, though simple, had made me feel pretty and sexy when I’d first slipped into it. My nerves, however, had returned in full force and I’d already tried to swallow the lump in my throat several times to no avail.

My phone was cradled in my hand, my messages from Lorelei open. After receiving her text earlier with the link, I hadn’t bothered to see that she’d added her own comments underneath until later when I’d heard my phone ping in my purse as I was getting dressed.

But don’t you think anything about it, hon. The paps are ruthless, she’d texted. And you both look beautiful, btw! xxx

It was her later texts that got me to read my phone again and reply.

Are you okay? I should have asked that earlier.

But of course you are, because you’re busy with your lovely man and his gorgeous mum.

Just know I’m here if you need me. I love you.

Extreme confusion and a bit of nausea running through me, I texted her back as I was stepping into my heels.

I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be, Lor?

Oh hey! She replied almost immediately. Good, of course you are. Just making sure.

What’s going on??

You saw my earlier text?

The link? Yeah I saw it. Kinda weird, but whatever.

Yeah it was. Just shake it off, girl.

It was just a picture. Although I’m wondering now how long that pic from the concert has been out.

I know! I never saw it either until today.

I haven’t been paying attention to the internet and social media lately. So that’s probably a good thing.

Definitely a good thing. It’s ugly.

What is? That’s when I sat on the bed, the bile rising in my throat. What aren’t you telling me?

I watched the dots come up on the screen indicating that Lorelei was typing. When her reply finally showed up, it was exactly what I’d dreaded, although I hadn’t even known it could be true.

Please don’t go looking for it, hon. I beg you. But it’s all over Twitter now, and some other places. The fans haven’t figured out who you are yet, but they’ve already gotten their own impression of you. And it’s not pretty. That’s all I’m gonna say. I don’t want you to be hurt by this, Stace. You’re strong.

Fuck.

I could hear the water running in the bathroom, the sound of Harry brushing his teeth and spitting. I looked down at my dress, the gold bracelet on my left wrist. I inhaled the scent of my perfume mixed with the cherry flavor of my red lipstick. I wanted to vomit.

Another ping sounded on my phone, but it took me a minute to look at the next line of text. I silently cursed Lorelei for a second, but I knew it wasn’t her fault. I wasn’t mad at her for telling me. I would have found out eventually, and more than likely I’d have slipped upon it myself and read exactly what the fans were calling me.

I’m sorry, Stacey. I shouldn’t have told you.

No, it’s okay, I replied. You’re right, I’m strong.

YES YOU ARE!

I have to go, I texted just as I heard the door open. Party tonight.

Woohoo! Have a good time! Text me if you need me x.

Her last line came just as I looked up to see Harry’s gorgeous smile as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom. His eyes roamed down my body as he took me in from head to toe before returning to my gaze.

“Don’t you look delicious,” he commented.

I couldn’t help but grin, the look on his face melting away the tension in my muscles as he strode towards me in his boxer briefs.

“Delicious?” I raised a brow as he stood above me, his fingertips grazing my bare arms.

“Mmm,” he nodded before lowering his head. “Good enough to eat.”

I licked my lips and tugged on his cross necklace just as his mouth hovered next to mine and paused.

“Aw, I can’t ruin that,” he murmured.

“What?”

“Your lipstick. It’s too perfect.”

I giggled. “It’s meant to be kissed.”

“Is it?”

Cupping my jaw, Harry let his soft lips touch mine ever so gently. Then his tongue dragged across my bottom lip before entering my mouth.

“Mmm,” he sounded again when he came up for air. “Tastes good. I was right.”

He pressed two more tender kisses on my lips before stepping away to his closet. I watched him as he dressed into a black and white shirt and black pants. I heard my phone ping once more, but I only glanced at it next to me, seeing that it was Lorelei before I dropped it into my bag.

“How are you feeling?” I heard Harry ask.

“What?” I looked up to see him running his fingers through his curls, an easy grin on his face.

“You okay? Feel good?”

I knew he was making sure I still felt okay about tonight, having earned the reassurance and comfort from the ladies at brunch. When Anne and I had returned, I’d told him about it - leaving out the crying part - and he’d beamed with pride, for me and his friends. I knew it made him feel good that they had sort of taken me under their wing so to speak, and it made me feel good that he cared.

“Yeah,” I smiled, letting out a deep breath as I rose from the bed. “I could probably use a drink or two though.”

Harry chuckled. “I’m sure we’ll have a few.”

Stepping up to me, he slid his hands around my waist, pulling me to him.

“I’m excited,” he said, a gleam in his eyes.

“Of course you are, sugar,” I agreed. “Big tour coming up. This is the perfect way to celebrate.”

“Well, that too,” he nodded. “But I meant you.”

“Me?”

“Yes,” he said softly, his hands running up my back.

“Harry…” I mumbled, my breath suddenly caught in my throat.

“Hmm?”

“What is...um...the plan here tonight?” I inquired nervously. “I mean...are you planning on introducing me as your...girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“I mean…” I continued hastily, stumbling over my words. “It doesn’t really matter, I just wanna be prepared, if this is gonna be some grand reveal or if we’re keeping our mouths shut-”

“Baby,” he smirked, lifting his finger to hush me. “You’re my girlfriend, are you not?”

Tilting my head, I shifted my weight between my feet, my heels already feeling uncomfortable. “Yeah?”

“Then that’s what I’m saying.” He took my hands.

“Really?” I breathed.

“Mmhm.”

“But, Harry-”

“Ah!” he shushed me again. “No buts.”

I shut my eyes, doubt creeping over me although I wanted so badly to fight it off.

“The ladies this morning were really nice,” I remarked in a shaky voice. “But-” I sighed, knowing he’d stop me from making another but. “What about everyone else?”

“What about everyone else?” Harry shrugged. “We’re not on the news or announcing to some tabloid. There’s not a billboard in front of my house...although I would do that if you wanted me to.”

I caught the joke in his tone though his face read seriously. I swallowed hard, looking down at our joined hands.

“These are just my friends,” he added. “My band, whom I think you’ll like. And other people I enjoy sharing my time with. And you’ve already met my mum who adores you.”

I smiled at the mention of Anne. I adored her too, though the conversation I’d overheard the night before was still lingering in the back of my brain.

“These are people I trust and who’ve been there for me. They’re proud of me. And I appreciate them for that. Now…” he took a breath and gazed into my eyes. “Now, I’ve fallen in love. And I’m happy. And I want them to be happy for me.”

Butterflies danced in my stomach as I took in his words. This was it. No longer was I just some woman from Houston who flirted on the phone with a pop star. This was real. I was face to face and hand in hand with someone I’d fallen deeply and madly in love with. And he was about to let it be known that he felt the same. Maybe not to the entire world, at least not yet, but to more people than I’d probably ever been in the same room with.

“Wow, I love you,” I choked.

Harry raised his brows and chuckled. “I love you, too. Are you okay?”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded fast. Harry’s eyes seemed to study my face until he tilted his head and leaned in for a kiss. I let him devour my mouth, deciding I could redo my lipstick later. Our tongues tangled and wrestled together for a few minutes while I tugged on his hair, and I foolishly wondered if we had time for a quickie. Just as his lips traveled across my cheek to my ear, however, I heard a sound coming from downstairs.

“Harry...um...I think we should-”

“H! Where are ya, man?” a male voice called.

Harry groaned against my neck before he stood up straight. “Jeffrey has a key,” he explained.

“Useful information, Harry,” I scoffed.

“He won’t come up here, don’t worry,” he said as he adjusted himself inside his pants. “But I should get downstairs.”

“Good idea,” I agreed. But before he reached the door handle, I stopped him. “Wait! You have lipstick all over you.”

“So do you,” he giggled like a kid.

“C’mere,” I smirked, pulling him into the bathroom.

I used one of my make-up wipes to clean off his lips and cheek, then did the same with mine, including my neck where Harry had managed to leave a mark. Then I re-powdered myself before applying the cherry lipstick once more.

“Okay, much better,” I announced, dropping the lipstick tube in my makeup bag.

I looked up to see Harry’s reflection in the mirror next to me, staring at my lips. Playfully, I licked them and chuckled when I saw him shiver.

“Those are fuck me lips,” he remarked before shaking his head. “Fuck. Me.”

Biting my tongue, I patted his behind. “Let’s go get ‘em, tiger.”

Harry took my hand and guided me out of the bedroom and down the hall to the stairs, making sure I didn’t miss the sound of his growl in my ear as I descended ahead of him.

Jeffrey Azoff was not who I expected him to be. Actually, saying that isn’t fair because I didn’t really have expectations - or at least I was trying not to have any. But he was not only nice and friendly, but very funny. It was no wonder Harry was friends with him.

I spent a good hour or so at the start of the party hanging out with Jeff and Glenne, Harry sometimes at my side with his hand on my back, sometimes going to mingle with someone else whom he eventually brought over to introduce me to. I loved him for that. I’d have thought that it would make me uncomfortable, or at least a little cautious that he would introduce me to more famous strangers (or those that hobnobbed with them), but it didn’t. Harry made me feel at ease, as he always managed to do, and quickly I fell into a comfortable groove.

Glenne also managed to make me feel comfortable, introducing me to a couple more of her friends, referring to me already as a friend as well. And Jeff always seemed to notice when my glass needed a refill. Bless him.

My nerves were maintained (probably a lot due to the cocktails), despite being officially known as Harry’s girlfriend. So far, no one had seemed put off by it. I got a couple raised brows and “oh really”s, but that was about it. Most everyone was gracious, and some made it a point to ask me questions and get to know me. Among those were Harry’s bandmates with whom I clicked immediately. Something about being around musicians always made me feel...in my element.

After a lovely conversation with Harry’s bass player, Adam, who also had kids, I excused myself to go to the restroom. I decided to go upstairs where I’d have more privacy. I hadn’t realized just how Jeffrey’s refills had affected me until I climbed the stairs slowly, gripping the banister tightly. When I made it to the landing, I noticed a small group of women gathered outside the hall guest bathroom.

“Sorry,” a blonde turned and smiled at me. “There was a wait downstairs, too.”

“No worries,” I smiled back. I vaguely recognized her from earlier, though I’d already forgotten her name. The two women standing next to her didn’t look familiar to me yet, and neither said a word when I nodded and said hello. Oh well, I thought. Can’t win ‘em all.

“I love your dress,” the blonde commented. “Who’s the designer?”

“Oh,” I chuckled, looking down at my simple black dress from Macy’s. “I have no idea.”

“Hmm,” she sounded, and I thought I detected a sense of smugness. Her face, however showed no signs, so I couldn’t be sure.

Just as she turned back to the two women she’d been waiting in line with, the bathroom door opened and out stepped Cindy Crawford. For a second, I felt relief, seeing a familiar face.

“Stacey!” she exclaimed, practically sprinting towards me. I couldn’t stop my lips from spreading wide when she embraced me. “I’ve been looking for you.”

I giggled, wondering why she’d been searching me out when I’d had a long chat with her and Rande just a couple hours ago.

“What for?” I asked.

“Let’s go in here,” she whispered, reaching for the nearest door, which happened to be Harry’s bedroom.

When I followed her inside and she shut the door, I looked at her with questioning eyes. She simply rolled hers and sighed.

“Sorry, just had to get you away from those women,” she explained.

“What?”

“It’s not that they’re horrible, but...well, yeah they are.”

“I don’t-”

“They’re not really Harry’s friends,” she shook her head. “They’re more like...friends of friends. Acquaintances. Leeches. I’m not sure how they got invited, to be honest.”

I stood in the middle of the room, staring at Cindy with my mouth open. Her face softened and she smiled at me.

“Look at you.”

“Me?” I looked down at my dress again, sweeping my hands across the skirt as though to press out any invisible wrinkles. When my gaze returned to hers, she tilted her head.

“I can see why H has fallen so hard for you,” she declared.

My eyes widened and Cindy chuckled, waving her hand to dismiss my assumption.

“Please don’t take that the wrong way. It’s just that I think I can see what he sees. He’s always had great taste, but sometimes...well, he can still be a guy and only think with his cock, you know?”

I laughed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s like those girls out there,” Cindy pointed towards the door. “They’re all legs and glitter. Tits and ass. You have much more to offer, and Harry sees that.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

With a glance at Harry’s bathroom, I was reminded why I’d originally come upstairs.

“Sorry, Cindy,” I said, rising from my spot. “I really have to pee.”

Cindy laughed. “Of course, babe, I’m so sorry.”

“Those drinks are so good though,” I added when I reached the door.

“I’ll get you another and meet you downstairs, okay?”

“Sure, thanks,” I nodded. “Oh and Cindy? Thanks for saying that.”

“You bet!” she grinned. “We mature women need to stick together.”

She blew me a kiss before slipping out of the bedroom. After relieving my bladder and touching up my lipstick once more, I stopped at my purse to check my phone again, relieved to see nothing else from Lorelei. I knew my best friend meant well and wanted the best for me. I just wasn’t in the mood to see another link to something about me, the mystery woman. I was me! I was living my life. I didn’t need to read about it as though I was someone else.

I thought the coast was clear when I stepped out into the hallway, but one of the brunettes that had been waiting there earlier emerged from the bathroom at the same time.

“Hi,” she grinned smugly. That time I caught it.

“Hello,” I greeted kindly.

“You’re Harry’s girlfriend?” she inquired.

“Mhm,” I nodded sharply.

“What’s your name again?”

“Stacey.”

“Oh, right,” she remarked with a quirked brow. Then she turned for the stairs, leaving me standing alone.

“Huh,” I sounded out loud. I stood in my spot for at least ten seconds before flipping my curls off my shoulder and descending the stairs with my head held high.

After spotting Cindy near the bar where she handed me another cocktail, I rejoined Harry who was outside chatting with a circle of people.

“Hey,” he said softly, his arm sliding around my waist. “Thought I’d lost you.”

“Never,” I replied with a warm feeling in my tummy as he kissed my cheek.

“You okay?”

“Uh huh,” I blinked slowly, gently pressing up against him. “Very okay.”

His own eyelids heavy, Harry gazed down at my drink. “What’s in there?” he asked.

“I dunno,” I shrugged before taking a sip. “But it’s really yummy.”

A smirk twitched across his lips just as I heard my name behind me. I turned my head to see Jeff coming towards me, a drink in each hand.

“Oh! You got one already!” he pouted.

“Sorry,” I giggled, holding up my glass. “Cindy hooked me up. Give it to Glenne.”

“The other one’s for her,” said Jeff.

I laughed harder as Harry held out his hand. “Here, I’ll take it.”

Unloading the drink onto Harry, Jeffrey made his way through the crowd to find his girlfriend whom I’d realized I hadn’t seen since the beginning of the evening. In fact, the party had seemed to grow in twice its original size.

“You know all these people, Harry?” I inquired when he clinked his glass with mine.

“Sorta,” he shrugged. “I don’t remember anymore.”

I nearly spit out my drink when he took a large gulp from his. He chuckled when he lowered his glass and pulled me to him.

“To be honest, right now I don’t care. I’m having a great time.”

I beamed at him before giving him a tender peck on the lips. “Me too.”

“Hey,” he furrowed his brows though his mouth still wore a smirk. “What was that?”

“What?”

“That half-hearted kiss.”

I narrowed my own eyes. “Sugar, none of my kisses are half-hearted.”

“Okay, then it was too quick,” he said with a pout as he took our nearly empty glasses and placed them on a nearby table before he lowered his lips to meet mine again.

I smiled against his mouth as he wound his arm around my waist and pressed his body against me. Then I sighed as I opened my lips to him and allowed his tongue to enter.

It was moments like this that were my favorite. Everyone else around us was non-existent as far as I was concerned - worlds away. I slid my hands up Harry’s shoulders and rested them on either side of his neck as I let myself get lost in the kiss. Then I tangled them in his hair, feeling the soft curls between my fingers, and I felt him release a tiny sigh before he kissed my forehead.

“Now I kinda wish everyone would leave,” he murmured, his hands rubbing my back.

“Wow, it’s amazing what one kiss will do,” I teased.

He chuckled low before taking my hand and mouthing, “C’mere.”

I eagerly followed him inside the house and through the kitchen, my hand in his. He stopped when we’d made our way through the living room and around the staircase to the small alcove near the entryway. Voices continued around us, though muffled from the distance and walls between us as Harry pressed my hips against the wall and devoured my neck. He hummed against my skin, his lips still tinged with a chill from the cocktail, sending my senses into overdrive.

“You smell so good,” he breathed between kisses. “Taste so good.”

I fought the urge to lift my leg and allow his own to press against where I needed him most. Instead, I let out a deep breath and took his hand that rested on my waist and brought it up to my chest. I could already feel my nipple harden before his fingers lightly grazed over the fabric of my dress, igniting my desire even more. Lifting his head, Harry’s eyes met mine as he let his fingers pinch the erect bud, and a tiny moan escaped my throat.

“Harry…” I whispered against his lips when he kissed me again, “This...may not...be the best place for this.”

Raising a brow, Harry leaned back to peak around the wall, the area that only led to the staircase. I could still make out sounds of laughter and chatter, but they all seemed far away.

“Nobody’s even within earshot, babe,” he shook his head. Then with a smirk, he hungrily lifted the hem of my dress. “Let me take you right here.”

“I think the alcohol has gone to your head,” I accused teasingly.

“Nah it hasn’t,” Harry slurred, his hands fumbling with the button on his pants. When I realized he wasn’t joking, I stood up straight and pulled down my dress.

“Harry, you’re drunk,” I said.

“Yeah, so, I still wanna fuck you, baby.”

Before I could counter, I heard what sounded like a loud, cat-like screech followed by a cackle. I stood frozen as a shadow drifted across the floor behind Harry and the brunette from earlier stepped into view.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed. Then she covered her mouth with her hand and gave a shrill laugh.

As if that wasn’t enough to make my face as red as my hair, two more females followed shortly behind, stopping to see what the first girl had found.

“Oops!” one said quickly, clearly embarrassed. The other just stood with her mouth agape.

“Jeez,” the brunette finally added, his expression reading disgust. “It’s your own fucking house, you couldn’t find more privacy than this?”

With a deliberate gaze in my direction, followed by an eyeroll, the brunette turned on her heels and made her way back to the party, her minions in tow.

“Shit,” Harry groaned. It was only then that I realized he hadn’t moved except to lean his forehead against my shoulder. His pants were still unbuttoned, but luckily, he hadn’t gotten any further than that.

“C’mon, Harry,” I sighed, helping him with his trousers. “I think we need to get you sobered up.”

“‘m sorry, babe,” he half whined.

“It’s fine,” I replied.

“I just thought it would be hot,” he added. “And you smell so good.”

I nodded, trying not to smile. “It’s okay, sugar. Let’s go.”

Taking his hand, I led him up the stairs, which he was able to climb surprisingly well with only one stumble. When we reached his bedroom, I checked the hallway for any stray guests but found none. I shut the door behind us and directed Harry to the bed where he laid down. Then I went to the bathroom and returned with a cool, wet washcloth that I placed on his forehead and a bottle of water I’d taken from the cabinet.

“Ooh, that’s nice,” he sighed, shutting his eyes. Almost immediately, however, they popped back open. “Fuck! The toast!”

“What?” I asked incredulously.

“The toast! I was supposed to make a toast, thanking everyone for coming. I forgot!”

Checking the time on the clock on the nightstand, I nodded. “You can still make it. It’s early yet, and the party’s still going strong. I think you should just hang out here for a little while first.”

“Yeah, okay,” Harry agreed, touching the washcloth.

“Here,” I urged, handing him the water bottle. He sat up and took it from me, chugging more than half of it in two gulps. Then he laid back down with a sigh.

“Come,” he beckoned. “Lie with me.”

With only a second of hesitation, I obliged, climbing onto the bed next to him. Giving me that contented sound I knew so well, Harry pulled me to him, our faces close enough to touch.

“You’re so good to me,” he grinned with sleepy eyes. I grinned back. “What am I gonna do without you?”

“What?” I asked, my eyes wide. Without me?

“When I go on tour,” he explained. “Who’s gonna take care of me?”

“Oh…” I feigned a chuckle. “Yeah. Don’t worry, honey. You’ll have a whole entourage to take care of you.”

“But I want youuuuu,” he pouted. I laughed. But only on the outside.

Placing a soft kiss on my nose, Harry shut his eyes. I watched his eyelids flutter, his eyeballs twitching behind them. I felt his breath on my face as it blew from his nose, and then between his slightly parted lips. I knew he wasn’t asleep yet, but he was close to drifting, so I just held him for a few minutes and studied his face while sadness overtook me.

It wasn’t like the knowledge about the tour had just been sprung on me. I’d known about it for months. I suppose I just hadn’t really let it sink in that he would be leaving, for a long time. This would be different from our separations before. At least then I’d known I’d see him again. We’d had plans. But it’s hard to make plans when half of you is on tour, in a different city every night, for almost a year. What was I gonna do?

“I’ll miss you so much.”

I hadn’t realized I’d said it out loud until Harry stirred and cleared his throat.

“What’s that, baby?” he asked. When his eyes fluttered open, his expression was somber. “Stacey,” he cooed. “Are you crying?”

I shook my head. “No.” Hastily, I slid my thumb under each eye.

Harry, however, was not a fool. But he was a kind-hearted soul, so he didn’t make me embarrass myself by confessing the truth. Instead, he took both my hands and covered them with his, bringing them to his lips to kiss them gently. Then he let them rest between us, against his chest. He gave me the tiniest of smiles that let me know he understood. No words were spoken for several minutes. We just looked into each other’s eyes until we heard a commotion coming up the stairs. Climbing off the bed, I was prepared to open the door but stopped myself when I heard a few words coming from a female voice. Something about cougar, Texas, and bitch.

“I mean, she’s like twice his age! And she’s not even that pretty.”

“I know. He deserves better than that.”

“I think she even has kids. Like older kids.”

“Eww. Who does that?”

Having heard more than enough, my hand touched the doorknob, but Harry’s hand quickly covered it.

“Baby,” he gave me a stern look and shook his head. “Not worth it.”

“These people are your friends?” I asked him incredulously.

He shrugged. “Probably not. But it doesn’t matter.”

Turning back to the door, I suddenly heard a third voice that sounded familiar.

“Hello, ladies!” it sang cheerily. “Did you need help locating the toilets?”

“Oh, um, no thanks.”

“We found it.”

“Splendid,” the voice replied. “Now if you’re quite finished, I think we should rejoin the party downstairs, yes?”

Recognizing the lady’s voice finally, I placed my hand on my heart.

“Um, yeah. Sure.”

“‘kay.”

“Yes. Plenty of food and drinks down there, girls. Have fun!”

When I could tell the girls had descended the stairs, I gradually opened the door. The hallway was empty, but I heard the sink running in the bathroom and soon the door opened, and she emerged with a kind smile.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

“Don’t mention it, love,” said Julia.

I stepped closer to her anyway and she opened her arms to embrace me. We said no more words; she just gave me a pat on the back and headed back downstairs.

“I like your friends,” I commented, turning to face Harry who stood in the doorway. “Your real friends.”

“They’re your friends now,” he beamed.

“I suppose so,” I smiled back.

“Harold! Where are ya, mate?” Julia’s jovial husband sang out from downstairs. Another voice soon followed, this from his best friend and manager.

“H! C’mon man, everybody’s waiting!”

“Your public awaits!” I nudged.

With a snort, Harry took my hand and lead me down the stairs once again as the crowd started chanting, “Speech!”

“By the way,” I muttered, “how come James gets to call you Harold, but I don’t?”

Harry side-eyed me. “You seriously wanna call me what James calls me?”

Poking him in the ribs and making him yelp, I giggled my way back to the party.

Two hours and Lord knows how many cocktails later (okay maybe one or two, but it felt like more), Harry and I collapsed onto his bed. The party, and his speech, had been a success. I had managed not to cry for the rest of the evening, though I’d felt the tears just sitting behind my eyes, threatening to fall. I wanted to be happy for Harry, and I was. But I couldn’t help but feel a little bit selfish. I had only recently gotten used to the fact that he loved me, that he was mine. And now he was going to be everyone else’s.

When Harry made love to me that night, I could feel everything he felt for me. I tried to convince myself that my doubts were stupid and silly. We’d made it this far, we could make this work too.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling long after Harry had fallen asleep. I wasn’t sure when I’d finally drifted off, but when my phone awoke me the next morning, I knew it was far too early.

Ready to give Lorelei shit for waking me up, I grabbed my cell from my purse. But I quickly realized it was not text notifications that were pinging. It was notifications from both of my social media accounts - Twitter and Instagram - both of which I rarely used. I had originally only joined both for business reasons and to promote my book. Once Harry and I had started dating I used it a bit to keep up with people like James and Ellen and different things he was doing. I had actually forgotten all about the apps in the last few months. The notifications were going off so much, I had to mute my phone.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed. “Stop!”

Feeling the bed shifting, I saw Harry roll over with a groan. For a split second, I’d forgotten he was still sleeping.

“Sorry!” I whispered.

“What’s going on?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I keep getting notifications on my phone.”

Just in the moment it took for me to tell Harry that, fifteen more popped up. Unable to keep up, I opened the Twitter application and saw that I had several new followers. No, not several. Hundreds. I also had a ton of direct messages as well as mentions. Within a few seconds, realization dawned on me. Shit.

Familiar words came to view, echoes of what I’d heard the night before in the hallway, and worse. Cougar. Bitch. Gold Digger. Slut. Hungry Whore. I knew better than to read those. But I continued to scroll until I found what I was looking for.

HARRY STYLES’S MYSTERY WOMAN REVEALED!

Underneath the headline was a link to an article that showed a photo of me, the one I used in the back of the book. The article itself was not horrible; it didn’t depict me in a bad light. It was basically a bio on me up until it mentioned I had been seen with Anne in L.A. at the tearoom and then again at a private party at his home. So much for private, I thought. The end of the article was all speculative on how we met and if the relationship is serious or not, before it concluded with information about Harry’s upcoming tour.

So now the internet knew who I was.

“Great,” I muttered.

I was just about to open another tweet when my phone was pulled out of my hands. I glared at Harry who tapped on a few things before turning it off.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Protecting you,” he said.

“Why? I can handle it.”

He looked at me from the corner of his eye. “I’m sure you can. But I made it easier.”

We lay in silence for a moment or two before I spoke again.

“They’re cruel, aren’t they?”

“Very.”

When I didn’t say anything else, he turned to face me. “Don’t get me wrong, not all of them are. Some of my fans really do want me to be happy, no matter how jealous they get. But some are vicious and they think they’re entitled because they own a piece of me. They won’t ever like anyone I’m with.”

I nodded hesitantly and dropped my phone back in my bag.

“Let’s go back to sleep, love,” Harry urged, pulling me to him. “It’s too early yet.”

“Okay,” I yawned, glad to have more time to cuddle and snooze.

But I wasn’t able to sleep.

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hi i'm anon djsjdjs if it's okay to submit another drabble request (love your writing btw <3), then maybe trans jayce with either 27, 30, or 31? it's hard to choose myself...

KIERAN! Thank you for sending this in! ❤️ I ended up doing 30 + 31 with a hint of 27 because I thought they all worked so well together in one little ficlet. Also, thank you for your faith in me to do Trans!Jayce justice ❤️ (he deserves nothing but love ❤️)

Tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, Jayce Talis, Sub Jayce, Bottom Jayce, Jayce Talis x Reader, Drabble, Smut, Smut Prompts, Not Proofread

Prompt 30 is “Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”

Prompt 31 is “P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.” 

Now, this is my first time writing Trans!Jayce so I am super open to any feedback or constructive criticism on how to improve in the future! ❤️

I hope you enjoy your little ficlet ❤️ 

Jayce is losing control of himself. 

He moans wantonly, biting down on your lip to keep himself from breaking down and all but begging you for more. He doesn’t want to give in, he doesn’t want to let you know that you’re driving him insane with nothing more than a kiss.

But you know.

Of course, you know.

You can feel it in the way his chest heaves, in the way his hands grip your thighs so hard you can almost picture the bruises they’ll leave behind. More obviously, however, is the way he presses his thighs together to ease the ache between his legs. 

Jayce whines into your kiss as your lips meld together in a soft dance, his eyes squeezing shut. 

You chuckle. 

Another whine. 

With a smile, you push yourself up so you can look into his eyes. Finding them shut, you press a kiss to his brow, gently encouraging him to open them again. He almost hesitates to do so, unsure of what he’ll find in your gaze. 

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” you murmur. 

His eyes slowly flutter open to meet yours. 

“Now, where do you want me to touch you?” 

It takes everything in him to hide the desperation in his voice when he says, “I don’t know and I don’t care—I just want your hands on me. Please.”

You hum softly at this, pressing another kiss to his temple. A hand trails up across the plains of his stomach, feeling the hard muscles beneath soft flesh. Fingers reach upwards until they find a nipple. You take his right one between your index finger and your thumb, gently rolling the sensitive bud over and over. Jayce’s back arches, the swell of his chest pressing into your hand. 

But that’s not where he wants you. 

The warm ache between his legs only grows with each pinch of his nipple, with each suck on his bottom lip which pouts for you. The sight of him like this alone is enough to get you off as you grind your hips against his thigh. Giving his lip a gentle tug with your teeth, you tilt your head and look down at him. 

“What do you want, baby?” you ask, tone falsely innocent as though you hadn’t been teasing him all night. 

“P-please just-” he all but sobs, “I just need you to fuck me.” 

“Well now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? All you had to do was ask.”

Jayce groans as he digs his fingers into you, head pressing back against the pillows. With a smug grin, you bring your hand between his legs. You tease his entrance ever so lightly, dipping the tips of your fingers into his folds.

It’s just enough to undo the man beneath you.

Chuckling, you gather some of his wetness and drag it up across his cock with slow, hard circles. His hips buck up into your touch, unable to hold back any longer now that you’re finally, finally touching him where he’s been burning all night.

“Fuck,” Jayce sighs. “Thank you…” 

“Hm, you’ve been a good boy for me today, you’ve earned a little reward.”