#this is the one time a year i do requests!

[bbokicidal]

skz + cucking

You read the title. Synopsis: Based off of a request asking who SKZ would most want to be cucked by and why.

Genre: Smut Pairing: OT8 x Afab!Reader Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) Notes: None ~

Chan: Minho. Honestly, I think he would be totally fine being cucked by any of the boys; But if it were up to him, and the one that would rile him up the most, is Minho. He's just a little bit younger, and he's the 'uptight, stoic, older brother but somehow mom' of the group - And Chan just thinks Minho deserves a little break and to be able to relax for a while instead of looking out for the Youngers of the group. So, naturally, Chan tells you to ride Minho until he's pink in the ears and near to tears.

Minho: Jeongin. Guy gets off on seeing you with the youngest. He partially likes watching you two get it on because he likes seeing the way Jeongin fumbles with you and is a little surprised that you're so bratty and pushing his patience to see what riles him up and gets him rough. Jeongin expected you to be more submissive, given he figured Minho was the more dominant person in the relationship. Little did he know; This was just what happened when you had two tops who bit at each other and pushed the limits. Jeongin just had to figure out how to handle you.

Changbin: Seungmin. He loves seeing you with Seungmin; Either using his favorite younger to get yourself off, or letting the vocalist take out some of his frustrations on you. Seungmin didn't have a partner of his own so he always came to Changbin if he was needing to blow off some steam, asking if he could borrow you for the night - And Changbin always agreed on the condition that he could be in the room. Seungmin never minded, he actually kind of liked having his favorite Hyung watching. Even if it felt a little dirty using his sweetheart like this...

Hyunjin: Chan. Chan, all the way - but not for the reasons you may be thinking. Hyunjin wants you with Chan and Chan only because he trusts the eldest with everything he has. He trusts Chan to take care of you the way you deserve, to be as romantic as him and to be careful with you when something happens that might be a little more rough. He wants you in good hands and he trusts Chan to be delicate with you. (I'm sure you were hoping I'd say you get devoured and fucked hard the by Red Lights duo and you do, but only when they both need to let off some steam. Otherwise it's usually more romantic and soft.)

Jisung: Hyunjin. Jisung is antsy when it comes to sex; He's touchy, fumbling, rushing ahead of himself and always trying to get the most he can out of the time he has with you - so Hyunjin being with you is perfect because he is the complete opposite. Hyunjin's a romantic and is setting the room up with candles and rose petals, taking you by the hand and kissing you so sweetly while Jisung sits helpless in the corner. Jisung loves watching it all, sitting out and just observing, but because he's so antsy you do have to tie his hands to the armrests of the chair so he can't get up and try to join.

Felix: Changbin. Felix is NOT going to pass up the chance to see you with his favorite Hyung. He isn't super huge on being sucked in general but if it's Changbin, he'll let anything slide. And seeing Changbin being able to manhandle you so easily (not that Felix can't, he just can't toss you and lift you all that easily because of his back) makes Felix determined to work out more often. His favorite part to see is when Changbin literally folds you in half to fuck you easier. He's always learning new positions and techniques from his Hyung. <3

Seungmin: Jisung. Seungmin doesn't trust many of the guys with you because some of them can be so rough in the bedroom and he knows that because he swears he's heard all of them fucking at least once through the years of living together and swapping roommates. He likes listening sometimes, but watching one of his group members with you is so much more exhilarating. And of course he's picking Jisung to ask if he wants to join because he knows the answer will be yes and because he trusts Jisung to not rip you in half in bed. He also finds it a bit amusing how quickly Jisung moves with you, grabbing at your body to try and feel over every inch before his time with you is up.

Jeongin: Felix. His favorite Hyung is always welcome to join the two of you in the bedroom, but Jeongin knows well that he himself isn't interested in a threesome. Not with another guy, at least. So when Felix asks to join in some nights, Jeongin is always happy to say yes and invite him over to the apartment; And Jeongin is never upset about not being able to have sex with you because he's just as happy watching his favorite member taking care of you. Though he always ends up being a bit surprised by how feral Felix can get when it comes to you.

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[poisonf0rest]

Holy shit the monster fics are great. Any chance a certain dragon gets a similar story? Asking for a friend.

There have been quite a few requests for a similar dragon Sylus fic 👀

I'll be honest I think the horror behind a dragon gives me a little less to work with than the merman/siren deep sea horror that Raf does, but I can think of a few things to expand upon for our scaly fiend.

Sylus who still has his tendencies of treasure hoarding, piles of trinkets littering his manor (from vintage cars to expensive suits to anything that shines a particular way) and of course you being his most prized treasure of all.

Sylus would make it a point to live far away from anyone else in the N109 Zone and he’d buy an ancient manor for the two of you far, far away from civilization, patrolling it with his flurry of cameras or robot crows to ensure no one trespassed on his territory. And if they did? They wouldn’t make it out. He’s come back to you, watching you wipe the blood of others off his knuckles more times than he can remember. There’s a strange sense of pride in watching you patch him up– he takes a punch or two extra next time to spend more time in your care. 

Small things are inhuman: his body temperature is far too high like a living furnace and shadows bends oddly around him. When he moves, shadows seem to stretch unnaturally, lingering where he’s been, like reality itself is reluctant to release him. Sometimes, you swear you see shapes in the darkness that shouldn't be there—vast silhouettes of wings, curling horns, gleaming scales.

When you remember more fragments of your past lives together you both fall more in love and more terrified for what Sylus would do for you. You remember the day a foolish knight tried to come “slay the dragon” and save the princess, only to be violently shredded and burned to pieces by Sylus. The neighboring villages were burnt to a crisp the day after, and Sylus whisked you away to a new den even further up the mountain. 

He makes his very own “nest” and once a year he’s insatiable, almost like he’s in heat as he keeps you in his bed beside him, beneath him, above him, doesn't matter. And when you touch certain spots he almost purrs, like the crown of his forehead (where horns would have been) or the sturdy, muscular jut of his shoulder blades (where wings would have been). His spine is a path of sensitivity, especially near the base. When you touch there, his body coils, and his hips press harder against you, forceful, desperate. Sometimes, in the dim light, it almost looks like his skin ripples, as if scales and spines might pierce through bone.

Sylus also practices more strange mating rituals from when he was a dragon, and, once a year, something ancient and dark stirs in him. During that time, he becomes feral. His need sharpens, instincts coiling beneath his skin, pressing him closer to the surface of the fiend he truly is. He doesn't let you stray far from the nest, and when you do, his eyes track you like prey. Every moment is possessive. It's suffocating, the sheer size of his almost seven-foot and bulky form, nearly breaking you as he babbles on about an heir and his clutch. He's not letting you go.

[cheralith]

characters ; karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu || wc ; 1.7k contains/cw ; gn!reader (though fem implied), no pronouns used, slight crack, roommates!au, modern!au, aged-up characters (mid-20s ish)

thinking about tabieitaken roommates!au new girl style, where you've finally had enough of your shitty landlord and your overpriced shoebox apartment after he pushes back his examination of your pipes that you think have been contaminated with rust for the nth time. not wanting to accidentally poison yourself any longer with the built-up rust inside them, you start finding new places to live and stumble upon a request for a roommate for a rather spacious loft. and the fact that you'll be paying only half of what you owe for the loft in comparison to your current apartment is an absolute steal!

when you send a request in for an interview, the person, karasu tabito asks when's the soonest you can come and is clearly more than elated in his email sent back to you when you say you can come after work tomorrow. something is telling you that there's a catch to this loft because you still can't believe you're only paying a fraction of a price for what seems to be a three bedroom apartment compared to the shoebox, but you shake it off, thinking that this opportunity only comes once in a lifetime and that if it comes to you, you should take it with full glory.

karasu comes to greet you at the door, a cordial smile on his face and tells you to make yourself comfortable, an accent evident in his tone. the loft is bigger in person, clearly, and it has a bunch of windows that let in a bunch of natural light. evidence of a man is scattered throughout the apartment, with some spare sweaters and a couple of beer cans sprinkled about, but it's still rather tidy.

after he asks you if you'd like some tea, he tells you to sit down at the couch, and the other roommates should be coming home soon after their grocery trip.

your head spins back to him. you blink.

"u-uh... other roommates?" you hastily say, taken aback.

karasu turns back to you, a cup of peach tea and honey in one hand for you. he raises a brow. "er, yeah...?"

"i-i thought," you begin and pull out your phone to double check the application. "i thought it was just you living here?"

karasu snorts and shakes his head, gently settling down the cup of tea in front of you.

"i wish," his kansai accent drawls with a laugh. "but no, i couldn't afford this all by myself. pretty sure i put down that we were lookin' for a fourth roomie?"

and to your disdain, you missed the fine print that was at the very bottom of the application, one that was hidden by the "read more" feature you didn't bother to check after your excitement seeing the cheap rent and spacious area took over. "fourth roommate needed, rent will be split across four ways equally" says the last bullet point.

your lips warble a bit. of course you overlooked such an important detail. you were so overconfident that you had found such an amazing place for cheap that you failed to try and find a justification for, only for reality to hit you hard on the head. and you had just signed off your lease, as well!

karasu notices your hesitation. "i know it doesn't come off as much comin' from a guy like me, but i swear my roomies are real nice and proper folks," he pauses, thinking over his words for a minute. "well, for sure one of them at least..."

three roommates... oh god. you ponder about. you've had roommates in the past—both good and bad—and you're sure you've dealt your fair share of rather horrible roommates back in your early adult years, so you think that four fully-fledged adults would have reached some point of maturity. the apartment did look spick and span after all.

the lock clicks suddenly at the front door.

"ah, they're here," karasu says with a grin. "don't worry, i promise they don't bite."

but his attempt at comfort doesn't do that much to ease your nerves, especially as you witness two other men walk into the loft with grocery bags in hand. your eye twitches.

one of them sports a rather fashionable manner—dressed in a light trench coat, hemmed jeans, and noir turtleneck, his hazelnut hair parted neatly with stylish glasses to top off his face.

the other... not so much. a beanie tops off a mess of white hair with a striking green lock falling over his face, a baggy white t-shirt reading "I ♡ MILFS" with grey sweatpants to match to clearly contrast the other man's outfit.

"they didn't have those cookies and cream protein bars you wanted tabi," beanie says nonchalantly as he takes off his slides. "so i got you some ice cream instead."

karasu grits his teeth. "ya fuckin' idiot. what makes you think ice cream is a good substitute for protein bars?"

glasses sighs and shrugs as he hangs up his coat, your presence to them still going unnoticed. "that's what i told him, but he insisted on it."

beanie shoves his hand into one of the plastic bags and holds up a cookies and cream ben & jerry's.

"they're the same flavor, aren't they?" he asks as he presents it to karasu. that's when he notices you sitting rigidly on the couch. his brows perk up. "oh hiya. you must be the roommate we're interviewing today."

you wave a stiff hand and give an even stiffer smile. "yes, hello. my name's—"

"—(y/n), right?" glasses asks you, a polite smile settled on his lips. when you really take a good look at him, you notice he's quite handsome, a certain charm radiating about him. "nice to meet you. i'm yukimiya kenyu."

his eyes exhibit a warmth that ever so slightly melts your frigid nerves, and you hypothesize that he's the one that's been keeping the apartment as tidy as it looks now.

"otoya eita," the other greets loosely, throwing a peace sign your way. you notice the way his eyes shift over your figure for a second before he nods quietly to himself, humming.

you squirm. karasu rolls his eyes and tells you not to pay him too much mind. "don't worry. he's a good guy at heart. a flirt, but you can just put him in his place if he needs it."

the other two settle themselves down next to karasu on the couch in front of you, yukimiya folding his hands courteously across his lap while otoya lays down lazily, manspreading a little. you don't think the personalities of three strangers you've just met have been so visible without the use of words.

yukimiya and karasu do most of the talking, asking if you have any pets or what do you usually do in the house. your answers fly by fluidly, many of them receiving nods of approval from the men. karasu asks you what you do for work, seeing if your salary would be able to cover your part of the rent.

"oh, um, i'm a manager for the marketing team for a talent agency," you say, feeling your nerves finally beginning to relax.

that piques yukimiya's interest. "oh really?" he asks, his eyes a little bright behind those glasses. "which one?"

"oh um, i doubt you've ever heard of it—" you sway off, a little shy about the fact you work for a rather prestigious company. "ego creatives group? does that ring a bell, at all?"

yukimiya gives you a charming laugh, a little astounded. "no way, that's the parent company of my agency! i work for flow talent management."

you give a little bit of a gasp that earns a chuckle out of karasu. "yukki here is a model himself part-time," he juts a thumb over to his brunette roommate. "a small world after all, huh?"

it's otoya's turn to speak up, his own ears perking up at the sound of your work and your connections. "so... does that mean you work for models... and stuff?"

yukimiya throws a warning glare. karasu pinches him on his arm, earning a whine from him. "what! can't a guy be curious?"

karasu points to a lone jar settled on the coffee table that has a post-it taped onto the front of it reading douchebag jar in sharpie. "that's worth at least a dollar."

otoya grimaces and pulls out a dollar bill, plopping it into the half-filled jar to your amusement.

the interview eventually ends and the men give you a tour of the loft and where you'll be staying. your bedroom is the second-largest one, one that has a large array of windows that look out into the city skyline ever so beautifully with exposed brick on one end. you think it's just ever so slightly smaller than the entirety of your own apartment, the spaciousness making you giddy and forgetting about the fact that you'd be sharing a space with three men.

"is it to yer likin'?" karasu asks as you walk about the room, though he thinks he already knows the answer based on your astonishment.

yukimiya grins as you examine the large closet space. "i admit, i'm jealous that you'd be getting all that closet space, but i figure you might have more clothes than i do."

otoya pouts when you feel the comfort of the queen bed, sighing pleasurably as you bounce about it. "you wouldn't happen to want to trade beds, would you?"

regardless, it's clear that the three men have come a unanimous agreement without exchanging words. given your answers, you'd be a pretty good person to room with, as you had no pets, you were financially stable, tidy, and would probably spend most of the time in your room given you often came home late.

as you prepare yourself to leave, you thank the men for welcoming you into their abode. you think you may still need some time to make a proper decision, since you don't seem to brush off the fact you'd be living with three men so easily, but "believe me... the offer seems tempting."

"actually, about that," otoya mutters, scratching the back of his neck. he flickers his eyes toward the other men, who avert their gaze away from you in the same guilty manner. you furrow your brows. otoya turns back to you and swallows a little thickly.

karasu takes on the liberty of breaking the ice. "so our rent is actually due in a few days and we sort of... lied to our landlord that we found another roommate already. we don't mean to rush you but—"

"—we'd need an answer by tomorrow at the latest," otoya finishes and juts a pen in your hand, him pulling out a wrinkled document of the lease's agreement from behind his pocket. "or today. like, right now, if you're able."

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Hello, requesting "sleeping in" thank you 🙏

Hello. I’m here, months later. Here’s something.

Buck sleeps in. Eddie’s not sure if that’s a surprise or not. He's long had the somewhat infuriating habit of not plugging his phone in overnight on his days off — theoretically to discourage scrolling on it all night and wasting the battery, but half the time it results in him sheepishly charging it up from fully dead on a page about deep sea ethernet cables or something around noon the next day. So, yeah, his phone is an expensive brick on the nightstand, alarm not even an option, and it's not like they haven't had an extremely eventful last couple of days, almost 24 hours of which Buck had spent in a car headed one way or another. Eddie understands the exhaustion. But, well- he's awake. He kind of feels like his limbs are vibrating with the feeling of- relief, or terror, or joy, or- the feeling of being home. Home, here. Los Angeles, South Bedford, the home he — and Chris — had spent years building, a home of course neither of them could leave behind for long. He lays here, in his own bed, Buck snoring next to him and Chris down the hall, and he wonders why he ever thought he’d belong anywhere else.

Buck shuffles a little and Eddie thinks for a moment maybe- but he just snorts a little and keeps dreaming. Eddie tries to tamp down on the kind of sleepover giddiness bubbling up in his chest — wake up wake up wake up — and takes the opportunity to watch his best friend. His- whatever. Whatever they are now that Eddie knows what kissing him is like, quickly and quietly in his parent’s backyard, now that Eddie has stumbled his way through a question — “Why are you- why did you- all of this- do you- do you-“ — and Buck had frowned a little, not in an unhappy way but in his serious way, and had heard the real thing Eddie had wanted to know, and said “Eddie- of course I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Eddie whispers now, because he hadn’t the other night. He thinks Buck knows, though. He hopes he does. He’ll figure out how to say it to him when he’s awake, he’ll make sure he can never forget it.

His best friend. Whatever else they are or will be, Eddie thinks this first thing will always be true. They’ll always know each other and like each other and want to hang out. With the dubious wisdom of time and age Eddie can admit the few times they’ve fought have mostly been because something had been frustrating one of those wants. Someone should make fun of him for this, probably. Maybe Chris will, Eddie thinks, smiling at the idea that they’re in a place where they can harmlessly tease each other again. “You can’t see Buck for like three days and you go crazy,” he’ll laugh. “I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic teenager here.”

He idly wonders if he really can somehow figure out how to never go more than three days without seeing Buck ever again, and then stifles his own laughter — you’re right, imaginary Chris — because the man is still sleeping — still! — and despite his internal complaining he doesn’t actually want to disturb the guy. He looks so peaceful, passed out hard and melted into his pillow. His pillow, in Eddie’s bed. In Buck’s bed? Who is legally attached to what leases where is a little up in the air at the moment. Maybe it could be their bed. Maybe it's not too soon to say Don’t look for someplace else to live. Just stay here with me, with us. Maybe he just doesn’t care if other people think he’s moving too fast. He doesn’t even think he is, really. The will was years ago. He’s thought more about this relationship, worked harder on it and for longer, than any other in his life. Seven years is long enough to know.

Stay with me, he thinks at Buck, looking at his curls that are flattened in some places and sticking out weird in others. Tonight and every other night we get. He thinks Buck will say yes. He’s pretty certain Buck will say yes. He moved in so Eddie could leave, he’s pretty certain Buck will stay for him, too.

“Do you have a secret kid somewhere I can do something financially irresponsible for to prove my devotion to you?” Eddie asks in a whisper. Buck snorts again, but doesn’t otherwise stir. “Okay. Well, I’ll figure something else out.”

Buck’s eyelashes are pale against his cheek. His skin is rougher than when they first met, older, aging. His birthmark isn't visible, pressed into the pillow, because Buck is turned towards Eddie in his sleep. He’s all stubbly — it had itched against his face, Eddie remembers — and Eddie will kind of miss it when he has to shave before work tomorrow. He can grow it back, though, and Eddie will be around to see it in this new life where they never spend more than three days apart. Two days, maybe. 48 hours in a row and they have to say sorry, gotta go, my-

Husband? My husband is waiting for me? Bobby will probably have a harder time arguing for them to stay on the same shift if they get married, and that will make the whole never-apart-for-long thing harder. So, not yet. Not yet. But Eddie watches Buck’s chest rise and fall and thinks: someday.

He gets so caught up in that thought, the two of them in suits and nice food and pretty lights and dancing and making promises, that he doesn’t register for a moment the blue eyes blinking back at him.

“Oh,” he says, sounding stupidly surprised.

“Hi,” Buck says, the word tripping out on a little huff of laughter. Eddie wants to- to taste it. He stays where he is.

“Good morning.”

Buck smiles, so big it seems to take him a moment to catch his breath. “Morning.” He yawns, stretching out like a cat for all his puppy-like tendencies. “Time is it?”

Eddie doesn’t actually know, having better things to look at than an alarm clock or phone screen, so he rolls slightly to check. “9:15.” When he rolls back Buck is right there, slinging an arm over Eddie all casual like they’ve done this a million times instead of never before, but Eddie thinks he’s right, it doesn’t feel new at all. He grabs a handful of Buck’s shirt and just holds on, feeling his body heat.

“Slept in,” Buck says, and he doesn't seem surprised or not surprised about it either. He leans forward and kisses Eddie’s cheek, quick, quiet. They have time for- for something else, now. Something longer. There’s no rush. But first, Eddie has to make sure, he has to make it clear, he has to ask:

“Will you sleep in tomorrow? Here? And- and every other day, if you want. Forever, Buck, if you want.”

Buck smiles, again so wide it takes a moment for him to speak. “We still gotta get up on work days, Eddie.”

Eddie laughs. It makes his body lean forward under Buck’s arm, closer to him. Their knees bump together. “Well- okay. I can compromise on that. I’m very reasonable. Every other day.”

“Every other day,” Buck agrees, easily, and leans in again for something else, something longer.

[zolass]

Lust and Envy Top Male Reader x Perv Male Best Friend Oc I don't know where I wanted to go with this but I'll probably drop a part 2 because I do have some ideas to continue ngl. Also I'm mostly experimenting with those TvT and yes they'll fuck bc I'll make em. content/warning: smut, p in v, does it count as dub-con?, cuckolding, protected sex, perverted best friend, toy and cum and lube, if there's more I'm sry.

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You’ve been friends with Nathan for quite a few years, you also heard weird shit spewing from his lips or him asking you a few weirdish requests, yet never something remotely close to this.

“You want me to do what?” you asked in utter disbelief– he couldn’t possibly be serious. Your brows were furrowed together, your jaw working as you grind your teeth a bit in irritation. Nathan’s blue eyes looked slightly up at you, nervous at your reaction, “Well– I just want to see what it’s like to see–” your palm hit your forehead as your eyes closed and you counted down from ten, before you opened your eyes again. “Nathan sometimes I’m questioning why I’m still friends with you– fucking your girlfriend while you watch?” you repeated his request.

This was the with utmost certainty the stupidest thing your best friend ever requested. Nathan shrugged his shoulders, “You’re like the only one I could’ve asked–” “Nathan I’m not even interested in women like that, I wouldn’t even get a boner at seeing a pussy in front of me,” you said. Truth to be told, you did in fact already did something like this before– yet you were actually fucking the boyfriend while the girlfriend watched, to be fair you only did it after making sure you wouldn’t get any smoke from whatever might happen after the experience.

But with Nathan it was different, he wanted you to fuck his girlfriend, it wasn’t a random couple that you probably never see again, it’s someone,despite the many times you questioned yourself being friends with him, close to you. “What if you simply think it’s a guy– come on I’ll owe you one,” Nathan said, grabbing onto your arms while putting on the puppy eyes.

Closing your eyes, you sighed in defeat, “You look stupid with that look on your face,” you simply stated before opening your eyes and glancing down at Nathan, who had a goofy smile on his lips, “Where and when?” 

This was how you found yourself two days later on a saturday, early evening in your best friend's apartment. You stood in the bedroom with the couple, already naked. You looked at the woman standing across from you, before your eyes landed on Nathan who sat in a chair close to the bed, then back to Lexie.

Without a word, the woman kneeled in front of you and took your soft dick in her hands, giving it a few strokes while you tried really hard to imagine it was a guy. Already regretting saying yes, but Nathan this little fucker knew you rarely said no to any of his requests, but before Lexie could take your dick in your mouth you stopped her, “Let’s not– I’ll just do it or else it’ll probably stay limp for the rest of the night,” you said. The woman only glanced at you with a raised eyebrow before she shrugged and stood up.

You grabbed your dick and gave it a few strokes, added with a bit extra help of memories of your past hook-ups you got your cock to be semi-hard, you bit your lip as a grunt was about to leave you, before you opened your eyes and quickly grabbed the condom you took with you. As you glanced over to Nathan, you already saw he had his pants slightly shuffled down, and his dick hard against his stomach. 

Whatever flows one's boat.

You ripped the condom open with your teeth, before you made quick work on rolling it onto your length. The bed queked under the pressure of one person, as you looked over you saw Lexie’s ass facing you, so maybe she did know that you were gay or whatever, at least you didn’t have to see her face. When you took a few steps over to the bed, placing a hand on the curve of her ass, you lined up your cock up to her pussy before you pushed in you, trying your best to trick yourself that it was simply a guy. 

As you pushed in, you didn’t feel as much tightness as you thought, yet the moment her moan sounded, you grabbed her nape and pushed her face into the sheets before thrusting your entire length in. The muffled moan made it easier for you to forget that it was a woman, as you started to harshly thrust your hips while your eyes were squeezed shut. Small grunts started to erupt from you, as you picked up the pace, the light stimulation of the clenching while your mind was somewhere else helped quite well. 

It didn’t take long for a load moan to erupt from Lexie, as her body shuddered and her hole clenched around you as she came, you quickly pulled your dick out, even if you wore a condom, and all that her moans made it painfully obvious that she wasn’t a guy. “I’ll jerk off in the bathroom,” you spoke bluntly, before leaving the bedroom to go into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You didn’t want to be blue balled after all of this, so you took your hard cock in your hand and started to give it long strokes, before quickening the pace. Small groans left you, until you came in the condom. Resting your forehead against the cool wall, you shaky breaths as your orgasm welled down and the last spurt of cum landed in the condom before you pulled it off and tied a knot at the top and threw it in the bin. 

Before you tugged your cock back in, you cleaned yourself before stalking back to the bedroom where your pants, and other stuff was. As you walked inside the bedroom, you were rather expecting the two of them to go at it like jackrabbits, but both of them were in the same places they  were before you left the bedroom. 

Pursing your lips, feeling rather awkward and out of place now, you quickly put on your boxers, pants and shirt, before you grab all the necessities you brought wherever you go, you looked at your best friend, whose legs were spread with a white substance all over his shirt and stomach, you couldn’t help the slight snort escaping you gaining the attention of Nathan, “Seems like you really owe me one now, I’ll be going,” you said after putting on your shoes and ready to walk out, “Where’s the condom?” the stupid question came from your friend, to which you looked back at him with your eyebrows knitted together, “In the bin where the hell else?” “Oh–” a dumb smile formed on Nathan’s lips to which you only rolled your eyes, “Take care– both of you.”

With those words you were quickly out of the apartment on your way back home. Yea you were quite stupid for going along with your friend, a dry chuckle left you. Unknownst to you, it didn’t take long for Lexie to also leave her boyfriend’s apartment, saying something about a late ‘girl’s night weekend’, leaving Nathan alone.

Nathan had his head leaned back on the back of the seat, as he simply stared at the ceiling. He remembers clearly how you looked with your eyes closed, small grunts coming through your lips, a frown on your face as even with your eyes closed you seemed focused as you thrust your hips so vigorously. The loud clapping of skin hitting skin, had him wishing it was him underneath you instead of Lexie, just the thought alone of getting his asshole pounded into the mattress by you, had him climaxing.

Then he suddenly remembered the condom you had used, he bit his lip as he stood up before almost making a dash to the bathroom. As he looked into the bin, he saw the tied condom beside some papers you’d used, biting his lip he fished the condom out as he felt the blood rushing to his dick.

He swiftly walked out of the bathroom, to the kitchen in which he grabbed a pair of scissors, only to rush back into his bedroom to grab a box from underneath his bed, after he put the condom and scissors on the bed. Unlatching the handle and opening the top, only to reveal the pink dildo, which basically had the same size as your own.

Nathan bit his lip as he grabbed the dildo and put it on the bed, hastily undressing himself, he snatched the condom and the scissors before cutting the knot off and throwing the scissors into the box in which he hid the dildo. His hole clenched and unclenched in excitement while his cock was basically weeping, dirtying the sheets even further. Slowly he arched his back his ass sticking out, while he looked concentrated back as he slowly let a bit of the white liquid inside the condom drop onto his cheeks, feeling it run down his crack making his dick twitch, before he emptied the rest of your cum on the dildo lubing it up with it.

He couldn’t help but swallow as he simply threw the now almost empty condom somewhere, as he quickly grabbed onto the dildo, keeping it as steady as he could while he lined up his hole with the tip. Shaking with excitement, he basically plunged the entire length inside of his hole, like he did quite a few times before. Nathans back arched, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and a loud shameless moan rippled from his throat.

The tip pressed right against his prostate, as a spurt of cum shot out of his tip. Not wasting any more time, Nathan started to ride the toy with eagerness imagining it was you, all the while the knowledge of using your cum as lube, thrilled him. He pulled one orgasm out after the other, just wishing it was you ruining him instead of a toy, until he passed out on the drenched sheets with the dildo lodged in his ass. 

Nathan didn’t know how long he could continue, until the greed ultimately got to him.

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TaskRaccoon Premium: Chapter 1

Josh was at a dead end. For years he had put his entire focus and energy on his education and studies, above his social life, his health, and his finances. He came top of his class in History and Classics and so in his head all that hard l work had paid off, but now that he had graduated... what was next? His classmates had swanned off into internships and graduate programmes, but Josh found himself in the summer after graduating with no job, no prospects and, most importantly, no money.

Josh's parents had supported him throughout his further education, but now that he was back home they decided to treat Josh like an adult. And that meant rent. Josh balked at the suggestion, but his parents were adamant and so Josh found himself on the job hunt.

This proved trickier than Josh anticipated. Turns out the local libraries and bookshops didn't care about his top degree; they wanted experience. And as Josh lowered his sights to restaurants, cafes, even the bowling alley, he found himself receiving the same feedback.

Needing to save making cash quick, a sympathetic interviewer told Josh to pick up the odd job on TaskRaccoon - an app where Josh could choose to help people with tasks like moving furniture, watering plants, doing shopping in exchange for a small fee. It wasn't perfect, especially as Josh didn't really have the build or inclination for manual jobs, and Josh often found himself doing jobs he never expected while at school. But over time Josh felt an unexpected satisfaction with earning a buck and paying his parents. So much so that Josh had bigger aspirations - moving out of his parents place.

That, of course, required money. And while Josh worked hard with the TaskRaccoon jobs he was given, he needed something more.

On a random Tuesday afternoon, a solution seemed to land out of nowhere on Josh's TaskRaccoon app: TaskRaccoon Premium. Out of nowhere, Josh's app pop-up with a link to a Premium version of the app. It was an additional service where workers such as Josh would get a boosted fee for the same types of tasks plus, according to the app, receive "all the skills and know-how to complete the task to perfection." Josh figured that last bit was maybe the app providing how-to guides on how to complete the more common tasks, which he took as a nice freebie.

To lure users in, there was even an offer - sign-up to TaskRaccoon Premium, perform a randomly assigned task, and receive double the boosted fee. Josh had done his fair share of the most common tasks on the app already (walk my dog, assemble my shelves, do my groceries) so figured it was well worth his while to take the gamble. And so Josh bit the bullet, sign up for a Premium account, and waited to be given his first random task.

Without any pause and without any fanfare, Josh's first random task appeared: "I need someone to clean my pool". Josh groaned; it wasn't the first time he had seen a pool cleaning request but it was one he always chose to ignore because he felt he didn't have any of the right equipment and would have no idea where to start. And while this new Premium version had offered access to "skills and know-how", there only thing on the app was an address. Josh couldn't even see an option to cancel.

Josh wavered, but as he saw the blue sky outside and remembered the promise of a doubled fee, he decided to go for it. He could rake some leaves out of a pool easily enough. The address was only a 15 minute drive away, so Josh grabbed the keys to his mum's sedan and got going.

It felt good to be outside and Josh enjoyed the sunny drive. So much so that he didn't notice his mum's humble car begin to change. The front section became blockier and more basic, her touchscreen sat nav becoming an older model. The seats and interior decor became faded, and Josh had to readjust his seating position as the car seemed to somehow lift off the ground. The steering wheel grew in size and, to match it, bizarrely, so did Josh's hands. Without warning, Josh's pale hands began to darken in complexion and as they grasped the now-rough wheel Josh didn't notice the veins that ran down with now lean and well-rounded hands.

Josh pulled up to a red light, momentarily confused about how he seemed to sit above the surrounding cars. He also felt cramped in the car and realised that his seat was pushed up way too far. He, a bit embarrassingly, was the same height as his mum so he never normally had to adjust the seat, but as he pushed the seat back he realised just how much he needed to stretch out his legs. As the light turned to green, he was oblivious to his jeans riding up and becoming a loose pair of swimming shorts, revealing his now lengthy and toned legs, feathered with dark hair.

Josh pulled up at the designated address shortly after, a sizeable house in a nice neighbourhood. As he got of the car, he was for a moment confused by his need to climb out of the car and then felt off balance when he landed on the tarmac. Before he could interrogate any further though, he looked in surprise at the pick-up truck boot filled with pool cleaning gear. A voice in the back of Josh's mind told him to panic - why the hell did he suddenly have all this gear - but remembering that he had a job to do Josh collected the gear and approached the house. Josh stopped en route to take his jumper off to enjoy the warm sun, not noticing the way his new well-fitted tank top which hung closely to his chest and showed off his slightly more toned arms or the darker shade of his skin...

Josh carried the gear with surprising ease to the front door, and was warmly welcomed by a middle-aged women who introduced herself as Beth. Beth showed Josh to her garden where a medium-sized pool sat, clearly long overdue a clean. Josh thanked Beth, pausing a little at the vague lilt coming out of his month. Was it just him, or just his voice sound deeper...

Josh got to work. The pool needed much more than just some leaves removed but with every task, Josh found himself instinctively knowing what to do. Which pump to use, when to apply chemicals, how to get the pH levels perfect, it all just flooded into Josh's mind. And he was surprised at how flexible he was at reaching all the right places - Josh didn't love manual jobs but he almost felt like his reach had gotten better. It was hot work though and Josh removed his baseball hat and towelled his brow and face, briefly feeling unfamiliar stubble on his face and thick short locks of hair on his scalp.

It wasn't long before Josh has completed his job, a sense of pride sweeping over him as he stared into the now pristine waters. That pride however quickly morphed into confusion as he gazed at the reflection in the shimmering water. Maybe it was distorted, but there was no way that that tall, dark reflection could be him. He was shirt, slender, pale, wasn't he?

He dropped his net and stared at his hands. His suddenly thick, dark hands. Josh began to breath sharply as he noticed just how high up he was, that he was in an outfit that he had never bought, and that his short, pale self had seemingly been replaced with a tanned, lean body.

As Josh was clutching at his newly stubbled face and grasping at the space where his small paunch should be, Beth came out with a pitcher of cool lemonade. Josh spun around in panic, and before Beth could say anything he muttered "lo siento" and ran back to his car.

Josh stopped sharply outside as he stared at the beaten up pick up truck outside Beth's drive, a truck that sat where he thought his mum's sedan should be. A truck that keys in his pocket unlocked. Breathing deeply, and trying his best not to panic, he clampered into the car and pulled down the mirror, staring at the unfamiliar dark eyes that stared back at him. Dark eyes amongst a handsome face, with a strong chin covered in thick but trimmed stubble and framed by dark, tightly curled locks. "What the fuck" Josh uttered, eyes widening at the accented deep voice that emerged.

Josh explored his tightly muscled body now covered in a light sweat when his phone pinged. He unlocked it - the phone recognised his face even if Josh didn't - and the TaskRaccoon app popped up, showing a task completed and $500 dollars deposited in his account.

But what kept Josh's eye though were the other task options appearing. There were more pool cleaning jobs, but also other tasks ranging from moving furniture, plumbing, and even covering people's work shifts. Josh noted that there was an option to cancel his "Premium" membership, but some of the fees weren't to be sniffed at. His breathing calmed down and Josh sat into his car seat, and pondered his options.

To be continued...

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Hi all!

Some of you may have seen this story on other sites, but I'm bringing it to Tumblr for the first time and with pics! There will also be some small tweaks as I post over the next few weeks.

As always, welcome any feedback or chats!

[rafenextdoor]

CELIBACY - RAFE CAMERON

it’s been too long, celibacy what do you want? tell it to me dropped to my knees let me break your streak, i’m begging you, please

content: inspired on the song celibacy by partynextdoor and drake. includes smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, cream pie, rafe kinda creeps on reader a bit, MINORS DNI!!!!

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this is my first time writing a fic let alone my first time posting on tumblr, please bare with me! still trying to figure out a good layout and there may be misspellings so i’m sorry. feedback is greatly appreciated!! and i’m opening my inbox to requests or questions to talk about rafe/drew/etc.

“you haven’t been fucked in how long?” sarah asked you a bit too loud, her eyes wide in shock at your confession.

you had just told her that you were going on over a year celibate. four hundred and thirty two days.. that’s if you were counting, of course.

it initially started when you and your boyfriend broke up. a drunken fight over jealousy resulted in three years down the drain. you were in no rush to find another sexual partner anytime soon because he was your first for everything. first kiss, first touch, first love. it took you a few months to go through the stages of grief but you got over him eventually, except your standards were different now. through your healing, you realized that you settled for a lot of things that you shouldn’t have.

one of those things being his performance during sex, or lack there of. it was mediocre to say the least, all about him, him, him. you tried to excuse it with the fact that you were his first too, and maybe he just didn’t know any better. but as time went on, nothing changed. he didn’t listen to your wants or needs, and certainly couldn’t fulfill your deepest desires. you were convinced that no one ever would, so you stayed celibate.

you hadn’t even kissed someone since him. you weren’t sure if you still remembered what it felt like.

“sarah!” you exclaimed in embarrassment, giving her a light smack on the arm to hush her. “talk quieter, i don’t need ward hearing anything about my sex life.” you scrunched up your nose at the thought.

“the man is ancient, he can’t hear shit.“ sarah replied nonchalantly. she looked over at her bedroom door to check that it was closed before turning back to face you. “we need to get you laid.”

you shook your head. it’s not like you hadn’t considered it, especially recently. you thought about that more than you’d like to admit, really. most nights ended with your hand between your thighs, attempting to get yourself off. you were always left unsatisfied, it was like an itch in a place you couldn’t quite reach to scratch on your own.

you had been on a few dates, but nothing ever clicked. kildare island was a small town so everyone knew each other. it was difficult, to say the least, to find someone without association to your ex. “i don’t know.. i mean, where would i even start? tinder?”

“hell no. that’s a breeding ground for creeps and losers.” she immediately dismissed. she grabbed her phone from beside her, pulling up a text thread from her boyfriend and flipping it around to show you. “there’s a party at topper’s later, you should come. maybe you’ll find someone there.”

you wanted to say no, but sarah was persistent. you knew she wouldn’t let this down anytime soon, so you agreed to appease her mind. “okay.. i’ll go.”

what you didn’t know is that the walls of tannyhill were thin, and someone was listening in on everything.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

coming here was a bad idea.

it didn’t take long for sarah to walk off to go find topper, leaving you on your own. you slipped through the crowd, finding yourself a drink but no luck with finding anyone worth your time. you quickly felt overstimulated, deciding to wander to the back of the house to find a place away from the crowd. you sat down on a couch, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly to pass the time.

sarah had driven the both of you there, which was definitely a mistake on your part since you knew she would stay the night with topper anyway. she probably thought this would leave you no choice but to go home with someone. you’d have to talk to her about that later.

you were fixing to send her a message that you going to walk home, calling it an early night, until a voice spoke in front of you.

“hey, sugar.”

your eyes left your phone screen, peering up to meet rafe towering over you. he was so close that you had to crane your neck to fully see him. you had always thought he was good looking, too attractive for his own good. he had on a tight-fitted, salmon colored polo paired with his go to khaki shorts, his hair swooped and parted to the side with gel. his arms were folded across his chest, biceps flexing with a sly smile tugging on his lips as he looked down at you. “can i join you?”

you felt your shoulders drop in relief, thankful that it was him and not one of the other frat boys there. you and rafe weren’t close by any means, sarah made sure of that. any time he would try to talk to you while she was around, she would shut it down immediately. not that he really cared or listened to what anyone told him. he wasn’t going to let that stop him, which is why he needed to find a way to get you alone, and this opportunity had you falling right into his lap.

“rafe, hi. i was just about to leave.. actually.”

he had been watching you carefully since the moment you walked in. rafe was a calculated man like that, purposefully standing in the corner of the kitchen to keep track of you throughout the night. he saw a kid— who was way too confident— make his advances on you by offering a drink, but you declined and poured your own instead.

‘smart girl.’ rafe muttered to himself, taking a sip of his beer as you turned him down. you strutted off shortly after that, which he soon followed.

his face twisted in confusion. “so soon? you haven’t even been here an hour.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, unsure of what to say. it’s not like you could tell him why you were there in the first place. you already felt ridiculous for even considering this idea.

“just.. not really in the mood tonight.” you answered hesitantly. it wasn’t necessarily a lie, but something about rafe made you nervous. he was older than you by a few years, and you could feel it through his presence. the way he asserted himself, it made you feel small. submissive.

he nodded, his eyes taking you in as you sat there. you were wearing a little black top and a denim skirt so short that it should be illegal. you tugged down on it a bit in reaction to his gaze, the fabric not budging as it clung to your thick thighs. he noticed the apples of your cheeks turning pink at his stare.

rafe couldn’t help but smirk. you were so cute, so sweet. he liked seeing you like this— without sarah. how such a good girl like you could be so close with her was beyond him. what kind of friend was she to bring you here to get fucked by some stranger?

but he wouldn’t let that happen.

“i’ll take you to the house then. i can’t let you walk back this late.”

“no no, i’ll be fine. i-“

“that wasn’t a question.”

he reached out his hand, gesturing for you to grab it before you could protest any further. it would just be a quick ride back to tannyhill, right?

you exhaled, putting your smaller hand into his and letting him pull you off the couch. his fingers intertwined with yours as led you through the crowd, people’s eyes following as the both of you passed by. it was hard not to get attention being next to rafe cameron— girls wishing they were you and boys wishing they were him. you dropped your head hoping that no one would notice. that was doubtful.

the tension during the drive was thick. you felt his eyes on you more than the road, which had you squirming in the leather passenger seat. his car smelled like him— a mix of weed and cedarwood cologne filling your senses. you almost felt lightheaded with how nervous you were and he hadn’t even done anything.

on the other hand, rafe was loving every second of it. he had been dreaming of this moment before you were even single. his sisters pretty little best friend, always around but just barely out of his reach, was currently in the palm of his hand.

partynextdoor was playing on the radio, you could hear him humming along as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. you heard your phone ding with a text notification— from sarah.

sarah: hey i’m downstairs did you leave?

you: yeah, sorry i couldn’t find you

sarah: with who??

sarah: please don’t say brian

sarah: tell me if he’s hot at least

sarah: is his dick big?

“everything okay?” rafe broke the silence, gesturing to your leg that started to bounce.

“it’s sarah, wantin’ to know who i’m with..” you replied, your thumbs hovering over the keyboard to type out a response to her.

he placed his hand on your knee, his grip gentle but firm enough to stop your moments. “just ignore her.” he said it like a suggestion, but his underlying tone told you that it wasn’t. you couldn’t help but listen to him, powering off your phone all together.

he kept his hand there, rubbing small circles with his thumb before he decided to test you, slowly going up your thigh. the warmth from his hand went straight to your core, your legs subconsciously parting just slightly at his touch.

“rafe..” you attempted to hide the shakiness in your voice. he was still driving, his eyes set forward. it took everything in him not to stop and take care of you right there— parking his car off the dirt road and bending you over in the backseat— but he held himself back. not only out of respect for you, but he wanted to do it the right way. he had been waiting to have you for years, he could handle a few more minutes.

“when’s the last time you’ve been touched like this, sweetheart?”

his fingers were now lingering between your thighs, slipping past that excuse of a skirt and brushing over your white panties. “and tell me the truth, or i stop.” he coaxed, his middle fingers pressed through the fabric, it becoming wet with your arousal. you whimpered at his touch, ashamed that you were reacting so easily to him. it was as if he already knew your body— knowing exactly where and how to you touch without even looking.

“i- i don’t know.” you breathed out. your head was fuzzy with desire, a feeling foreign to you.

“i think you do.” he thumbed your clothed clit, your head falling back against the seat in response. “i heard you and sarah talking earlier. could’ve came to me instead, y’know.” he continued to rub over your heat, just enough to tease you to the point it was nearly unbearable.

rafe sped up the rest of the way home, his patience running thin with his cock straining in his shorts. you were even more impatient, bucking your hips into his hand to feel some relief. you were beginning to make a mess on the seat and his fingers weren’t even inside of you yet.

before you knew it you were being thrown onto rafe’s bed, your legs hanging off the edge as he stood in between them.

“such a needy lil’ thing, hm?” he ditched your soaked panties on the floor, running his calloused fingertips over your slit to lather them with your slick. he parted your lips— so pretty and pink and glistening just for him. you were perfect.

he circled at your clit, applying pressure to the sensitive bud. you were pulsating beneath him as he started to rub faster, your thighs trembling. he pressed his middle finger at your entry, sinking himself in down to the knuckle.

rafe warmed up your cunt a bit longer before adding a second digit, pumping both in and out of you with determination— your soft moans spilling out like music to his ears. “god, baby, you’re drippin’ everywhere..” you whined at his words, which only made him keep going.

he curled his fingers, your gushy walls engulfing him as he hit that special spot inside of you. you could feel everything— the metal of his rings hitting against your cunt, the heat of his breath on your neck as he nibbled at it, the coil in your belly tightening.

“rafe.. i- i feel like-“

“i know baby, it’s okay. i got you.” he mumbled into your ear before he brought your lips to his, kissing you like it’s all he could do to breathe. you tasted so pure, like a ripe summer peach on his tongue— and he just wanted to swallow you whole. he continued to suck on your bottom lip until it was swollen, only pulling away to watch you.

and the look he was giving you— hungry with desire— was it took before you snapped, cumming for what felt like the first time. he held your hips in place with his other hand, holding you down to ride out your high.

you were gasping for air at this point, your bottom mascara smudged from the tears that prickled from your eyes. rafe looked wrecked as well, face pink and his once perfectly laid hair now disheveled. you didn’t know why until you sat up and saw it, the outline of his cock prominent in his shorts. your breath hitched, your doe eyes widening at the sight.

he grabbed your hand and brought it over his length, guiding you to rub it back and forth. even through the clothes you could tell he was bigger than your ex, surely. the thought alone had you pulsating.

“don’t by shy, sweetheart.”

you unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them down with his boxers to free his erect member. it hit his stomach, the tip red and leaking pre cum from being pent up for so long. he was girthy, thicker than his two fingers that you could hardly take a few minutes ago.

still, you pursued. you reached down to your sopping cunt, cupping it to lubricate your hand and bringing it to his cock. he let out a groan as you stroked him, jerking your wrist in smooth motions.

rafe was in heaven. you seemed so shy and innocent at first, he felt almost wrong for corrupting you like this— that was until you took it upon yourself to lick up the vein of his shaft, taking him into your mouth. you began to swirl your tongue, flicking it at his head to collect the dribbled cum. you went further, one hand at his base until you felt him hit the back of your throat. he rutted his hips, grabbing a fistful of your hair in a halt. if you kept going like this he wasn’t going to last.

“need to be inside you.” his voice was filled with desperation. he was panting at this point, a string of saliva following when he pulled you away. “please.”

you couldn’t finishing nodding your head before he went straight to work, pushing you flat to the bed with his weight on top of you. he ripped off your shirt, unclasping your lace bra in one smooth motion. rafe loved the feminine physique, and he was absolutely infatuated with yours. your tits were perky, full cups that sat sculpted on you just like a roman statue. your tummy was plush with a shimmery belly ring, the curves of your waist and hips drawing him in.

he brought his mouth to your breasts, lapping his tongue over one nipple as he fondled with the other. he was so eager— sucking and twisting at them like he was trying to feed. you were mewling, twisting under him at the sensation.

he slid his cock over your puffy folds. “saving this pussy for me, weren’t you?”

he slipped in raw, slowly filling you up inch by inch. he tried to go easy on you, but fuck, the way you were clenching around him it was like you were begging for more.

you were so stretched out, so full, and he still hadn’t put himself all the way in. he was thrusting into you at agonizing pace, not allowing you to adjust to his large size. you tried to scoot away, the pleasure being too much to bear, but he held you in place at the waist. he watched you engulf his dick in satisfaction— a creamy ring forming at the base.

“so fuckin’ tight— shit.” rafe moaned, squeezing his grip on the flesh of your stomach which would surly have bruises by morning. he finally bottomed out, hitting your core with a smooth trust. he was splitting you open with no mercy as his room echoed with the sound of skin slapping skin.

“suckin’ me in so well, feel like a virgin. you sure you been fucked before?”

“not like this.” you barely choked out, turning your head into the sheets as he quickened his speed. your face was flushed— chin still covered in spit and brows furrowed together.

“mhmm, but this is what you wanted, isn’t it baby?” his voice was raspy, almost mocking. he was molding himself inside you, like you were made just for him— filling you perfectly as your walls took his shape. his tip skimmed your g-spot, making you cry.

he arched your hips off the bed, moving his palms down to the fat of your ass— kneading it as your pussy started to flutter around him. he could tell you were close, your bodies chest to chest as he pounded into you.

you let go, jolts running through you as you came around his length with the second orgasm coursing through you. you had your legs wrapped around him, milking him dry. he didn’t let up either, continuing to hit into you at a brutal rate.

“gonna nut inside you like you deserve.” his grunted with gritted teeth, burying himself inside of you. his movements stuttered as he reached his peak— cock twitching as he released, his cum spurting in you with thick, hot ropes. he stayed there for a moment, assuring you got every drop before finally pulling out.

he laid down next to you, heavy, ragid breaths leaving the both of you in sync.

“you won’t need to be celibate any more, sugar.”

[arc-misadventures]

Escort Mission

Ren: Hey, Jaune, I got us a quest!

Jaune: Oh, what did you get for us?

Ren: An escort mission.

Jaune: Naww... You know how much escort missions suck!

Ren: I know, but this one is easy. We're just going outside the city limits to a nearby forest.

Jaune: That's pretty close, who needs an escort to the nearby forest?

Ren: Well, it's also a fetch, and carry mission. Apparently we're escorting an herbalist while they collect herbs in the country side.

Jaune: Oh that makes sense. How much is the pay?

Ren: Ten gold coins.

Jaune: Ten gold?! (Whistle~!) Someone wants their herbs... alright then, let's go see this herbalist.

Ren: Alright follow me.

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Ren: Hmm... This is where the city's academy is located.

Jaune: We're escorting a academic? Hmm, that explains a few things.

Ren: The pay, and the quest details?

Jaune: An academic may have some combat experience, but in my experience, academics tend to focus too much on the sparkly trinkets than they do on the monster's sneaking up on them.

Ren: And, since they have some adventurers following them they can double for pack mules for them.

Jaune: And, thus a ten gold reward for a quest to pick flowers.

Ren: We've done worse.

Jaune: I'm not complaining.

Ren: Sounds like you are.

Jaune: I'm just pointing out how weird this quest is.

Ren: How is it weird?

Jaune: Well, it's not a weird quest in, and of itself. It's just we've been do so many slaying quest lately that doing something as simple as herb gather just feels weird.

Ren: ...

Ren: No that... that makes sense...

Jaune: This city has an elven spa, it has a hot springs; Want to go there after all of this?

Ren: Yeah, I think we could do with a bit of a break.

Jaune: Great! Let's finish this mission, and then go enjoy the hot springs at the spa!

Ren: Hot springs!

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Ren: This is it...

(Knock Knock!)

Ren: Hello? We're adventurers here to accept an escort mission for herb gathering?

: Hmm? Oh yes! Just give me a moment... (Crash!) Oh shoot!

Jaune: Must have caught her at a bad time.

Ren: Don't think she was expecting anyone to accept her quest.

Jaune: For ten gold though?

Ren: Good point.

: Ahh! Sorry. I was busy with organizing my... Jaune?!

Jaune: Weiss?!

Weiss: Jaune?! W-What are you doing here?!

Jaune: My friend, Ren here, and I are here to accept your quest for an escort for herb gathering.

Weiss: Oh... I should have thought of that, but I just never expected you would accept my request...

Ren: You two know each other?

Jaune: Uhh... yeah. Her, and my families are old friends, we grew up around one another so we're very good old friends.

Weiss: V-Very good friends~!

Ren: Uhh huw...?

Ren: You two have smash before haven't you?

Jaune: Yes, but the reason, Weiss is so excited to see me is, she's my fiancé.

Ren: She's your fiancé?!

Weiss: One of them.

Ren: 'One of them?!'

Jaune: Yeah, I have several fiancés. My mother was a match maker who wants lots of grandkids. Lots.

Ren: The fact you are a child of a succubus probably plays a part in all of this?

Jaune: Ahh, yeah.

Ren: And, you're okay with this?

Weiss: Oh yes, I'm well acquainted with several of my cowives. While, we are all right going are our own separate paths, me being a herbalists for example, we plan to all get married together in a few years, and live together as one happy family.

Ren: Ahh... Okay... So are those the bags you want us to take for collecting herbs in?

Weiss: Oh? Ahh yes! Yes they are.

Ren: Okay, I'll take those, and wait for you at the entrance of the academy, and let you two... catch up...

Jaune: Thanks, Ren. We won't be too long.

Weiss: Well, hello my knight~!

Jaune: Hello, Snow Angel~!

Weiss: Mmmm~! Ahh~! I almost forgot how nice your lips taste~!

Jaune: And, I forgot how you can use tat long tongue of yours~!

Weiss: Mmmm~! It's so go to see you again, my love.

Jaune: How have you been doing, eating well?

Weiss: I've been enjoying my work; I asked for people to escort me on this quest to collect some rare herbs so I can see if I can grow them in a controlled environment. How about you?

Jaune: Been on various quests, mostly monster slaying, and monster material gathering. Gathered a few new scars for you to run your fingers over.

Weiss: Ohh~? And, have you met any pretty woman on your journeys?

Jaune: More than a few pretty ladies.

Weiss: Have you... Have you met any slimes girls...?

Jaune: A few~!

Weiss: Oh~! You can introduce them to me some day?

Jaune: Perhaps. Hey, Weiss.

Weiss: Yes?

Jaune: Ren told me about an Elven spa with a hot springs in the city. We were planning to go there after we finish this quest of yours. Would you like to accompany me there after we're finished here.

Weiss: I would love to. You know, we can rent out a couples spa, just for the two of us~!

Jaune: Then shall we get going?

Weiss: Lets~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Are you going to uncoil yourself from my legs?

Weiss: Ahh?! Sorry!

Jaune: Haa... Gods you're adorable.

Weiss: Shut up...

Jaune: Weiss?

Weiss: Y-Yeah?

Jaune: I love you, my snow viper.

Weiss: I love you too, my white knight.

[isaadore]

A LONG TIME COMING CARLOS SAINZ

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎pairing carlos sainz x childhood friend!reader

SUMMARY being childhood friends with carlos meant growing up with competitive dares, late-night drives, and inside jokes that only the two of you understood. but when an unexpected encounter after one of his races reignites old feelings, the tension that’s been building for years becomes impossible to ignore. can you both keep pretending, or is it finally time to cross the line? word count 0.4k

warnings fluff, flirting, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, playful banter

note finally got something out for my 1k 😕 i'm sorry to whoever requested this, i don't think i was able to execute this idea properly 😭😭 maybe if this was a fic rather than a blurb? let me make it up to u... and it hurt to write "williams" instead of "ferrari" 💔

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YOU ALWAYS KNEW Carlos Sainz would be a star. Even as kids, when you both tore through the Madrid streets on bicycles, he was always just a little faster, a little bolder. He chased every thrill, and you, well, you chased after him.

Now, years later, you stood in the Williams garage, watching him pull off his helmet after a blistering qualifying session. His hair was damp with sweat, his jaw tense with focus. And yet, when his eyes met yours, they softened.

“You’re still here,” he murmured, tugging off his gloves.

You arched a brow. “Where else would I be?”

His lips quirked into a smirk. “You tell me. Thought you’d get bored of watching me drive in circles by now.”

You scoffed. “Please. I’ve been watching you crash into barriers since we were ten. At least now, you get paid for it.”

Carlos let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Harsh.”

But the teasing glint in his eye didn’t fool you. There was something else beneath the surface, something that had been lingering for years. It was in the way he always found you in a crowded room. The way his hand lingered on your lower back just a second too long when guiding you through a doorway. The way he looked at you now, like he was waiting for something.

That night, after the post-qualifying chaos had settled, you found yourself on the balcony of his hotel room, the city stretching out beneath you. The air was thick with the scent of salt and warm asphalt, but all you could focus on was the man beside you.

“You know,” Carlos began, leaning against the railing, “for someone who claims they’re not impressed, you do show up a lot.”

You rolled your eyes, turning to face him. “And for someone who thinks I should be bored, you sure do like having me around.”

He let out a low chuckle, his gaze flicking to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “Maybe I do.”

Your breath caught, your heart hammering against your ribs. The space between you felt impossibly small, charged with something undeniable. And when Carlos reached out, fingertips skimming your wrist, then curling gently around it, you knew you weren’t just chasing him anymore.

Maybe he had been chasing you, too.

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[scoupsakakitty]

Hi, Love your work.

I don’t know when you will be back and when the request will be opening. So sending you a request. Wonwoo is enlisting. So can you do a Wonwoo x idol!reader, where she gets to know from Weverse announcement as same as Carats and is mad at Wonwoo and he is explaining why he hid that from her. Some angst and fluff at the end

Before You Go | idol!Wonwoo x Reader | angst, fluff

The moment Y/N saw the Weverse notification pop up on her phone, she felt her entire body freeze.

[NOTICE] SEVENTEEN WONWOO’s Military Service Hello. This is PLEDIS Entertainment.

Her breath caught in her throat as she clicked on the post, her hands slightly trembling. The words blurred together in front of her eyes, but one thing stood out clearly—he was leaving. And she had to find out the same way as every other Carat?

A sharp pang of betrayal shot through her chest. She and Wonwoo had been together for years, through secret meetings, stolen moments, and whispered confessions under the stars. But he hadn’t told her. Not once had he even hinted at it.

She gritted her teeth, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. If she hadn’t checked Weverse, would he have even told her before disappearing?

Without another thought, she grabbed her phone and dialed his number. The call went straight to voicemail. Twice. Three times. Her frustration only grew as she paced around her apartment, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t control.

Just as she was about to throw her phone onto the couch in frustration, it buzzed in her hand.

Wonwoo: Can we talk? I’m coming over.

She didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. He had a spare key anyway.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of her apartment door unlocking filled the silent room. Wonwoo stepped inside, his gaze immediately finding hers.

“Y/N—”

“You have got to be kidding me,” she cut him off, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “I had to find out from Weverse, Wonwoo?”

He sighed, closing the door behind him. “I was going to tell you.”

“Oh, really? When? After you were already gone?” Her voice cracked, despite her best efforts to keep it steady. “Do you have any idea how that felt? To wake up and see that news like—like I’m just any other fan?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” His voice was quiet, laced with something she couldn’t quite place—guilt, maybe.

“Well, congratulations,” she shot back, bitterly. “Mission failed.”

Wonwoo exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “I knew you’d react like this.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “So you decided to keep me in the dark instead?”

“I was trying to protect you, Y/N. The last thing I wanted was to see you upset.”

“That’s not your choice to make for me.” Her voice softened, but the hurt remained. “You don’t get to shut me out just because you think it’ll be easier.”

Wonwoo took a deep breath, his jaw tightening before he finally spoke. “I panicked, okay?” His voice wavered, something rare for him. “I didn’t know how to tell you. Every time I tried, the words wouldn’t come out. I thought I had more time.”

Y/N frowned, her arms still crossed. “More time? You knew this was coming, Wonwoo.”

“I did, but I didn’t know it would be announced today,” he admitted, looking down at the floor. “I woke up to the Weverse post just like you did. I thought I still had a few more days before it went public. I thought I could sit you down, explain everything properly.”

She let out a shaky breath. “You should have told me the moment you knew.”

“I know,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “But every time I tried, I imagined how you’d react, how much it would hurt you. And I—” He let out a hollow chuckle, shaking his head. “I got scared.”

Her anger wavered for a moment as she studied him. The way his shoulders slumped, the tired look in his eyes—he wasn’t just guilty. He was afraid.

“Wonwoo…”

“I didn’t want to see you cry,” he continued, voice barely above a whisper. “And now I’ve made it worse, haven’t I?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, her emotions warring between frustration and understanding. “Yeah, you did.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he nodded, accepting her words. “I should have trusted you with this. I should have been honest from the start.”

Silence stretched between them before Y/N sighed, dropping her arms to her sides. “You’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

She hesitated, then took a step forward. “But you’re my idiot.”

Wonwoo’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A beat passed before she finally let herself close the distance, wrapping her arms around him. He melted into her embrace instantly, his hold on her just as tight.

“I love you,” he murmured into her hair. “That hasn’t changed. It won’t change.”

Y/N blinked back the sting of tears. “Then don’t treat me like a stranger, Wonwoo.”

He squeezed her hands gently. “I won’t. Not anymore.”

He hesitated for a moment before pulling back slightly to look at her. “I need to tell you something else.”

Her brows furrowed in concern. “What?”

“I won’t be completely gone for two years,” he said softly. “I’ll be doing public service, so I’ll be able to come home every day.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “Wait—you mean you’re not going to be away the whole time?”

He shook his head. “No. I’ll have to work during the day, but I’ll be home at night. We’ll still see each other.”

The tension in her chest loosened slightly, and she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Why didn’t you lead with that?” she asked, lightly smacking his arm.

Wonwoo chuckled, the warmth returning to his eyes. “I figured you’d still be mad at me.”

“I am,” she admitted, but the weight of her earlier anger was fading. “But at least now I know I won’t have to go two years without seeing you.”

A smirk played on her lips as she tilted her head. “And hey… at least I’ll get to see you in a uniform. Might be kinda hot.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled into an amused smile. “Of course that’s where your mind goes.”

She grinned. “Gotta find a silver lining somewhere.”

The weight in her chest didn’t disappear entirely, but as he held her close, she let herself believe in his words. Even if goodbye was inevitable, at least they had this moment. Together.

[mywritersmind]

umm I don't really have an idea in mind (sorry) but id love to see an ex!franco fic!!

THAT PRETTY BLONDE - FC43

summary : In which some drivers are checking out a girl and when Franco goes to meet her, they already have been introduced. In fact, they’ve had years of knowing eachother.

listen up : franco x ex! no warnings! thanks for the request i love the idea of franco and his ex so here’s smt short!

words : 1135

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“What’re you staring at?” I elbow Lando while Oscar, Isack, Kimi, and Carlos are completely locked in, their eyes on something in the distance.

“Mate…” Isack hits my chest, “Hottest girl ever.”

Kimi nods as if he has a chance with anyone over eighteen, “Mamma mia...”

“Right there. In the white.” Lando points to a girl in the crowd, her back is to us and I immediately understand what they’re talking about.

I can’t even see the girl's face but she’s already stunning. She’s in a blue mini skirt and a white top that falls just before her waistband. She's slim, her legs long, definite model quality. Shit, I see one attractive girl and suddenly i’m a model scout?

She flips her hair to her back, long and blonde. “Ay…” I mumble, “I’m going to talk to her.”

“No way!” Lando interjects.

“Come on Colapinto leave some for the rest of us.” Isack rolls his eyes as I grin and push past Oscar who looks more curious than hot for her.

I stick my tongue out at them as I walk backwards, turning around and walking straight up to her. I clock the William’s mechanics already, the familiar faces nodding to me.

“Hey…” My voice trails off almost immediately, the second the girl turns to me, my mouth goes dry.

Her smile drops at the same time the mechanics walk away, “Y/n.” I choke out, staring at my ex-girlfriend in the face. What the actual fuck.

“Franco.” Her voice makes me physically shiver, the same one that used to sweet talk me. I recognize it all too well. She’s not smiling, her expression neutral as she checks me out, “Thought you weren’t driving this season.” She says it as if it was the most casual thing ever.

She pops her hip, raising a brow. God I used to love when she would do that.

I never have issues talking to women, unless it’s her. I don’t know why, just something about her made me so nervous, especially after the breakup. “I’m uh… just here in case.” I scratch the back of my neck, looking past her at the guys who are staring.

“Right.” She smiles softly, moving her arm up so her fingers tug at a curl in my head, “You look good.” I swallow, ultra aware that she hasn’t touched me in over a year.

I can’t breathe. “Thanks. You look… You know you look good Y/n.” She laughs, nodding. She always did. “I like your hair.”

“Really?” She twirls it around her finger, “Kinda miss the brunette.”

“So, you’re here.” I eye her badge and swallow, “With william’s?”

I swear on my life she’s doing this on purpose, “Mhm… I was invited. It’s not too weird… is it?”

“Well considering you broke up with me before I became a william’s driver…” Shut up Franco. Shut up.

She rolls her eyes, “Don’t pull that. You know why we broke up.” Me. Of course it’s me. I nod as she glances back to the guys who pretend to be doing anything but staring at her. “Could you tell your friends that if they want to look at me, they can talk to me first?”

I let out a dry laugh, “Not a chance they’ll be doing either.���

“Hm, still possessive I see.” She tilts her head, smirking.

“You got a boyfriend I should be worrying about?” She shakes her head slowly. Good. “Then yeah, they’re not getting close.”

She smiles in the way that she used to, “Look I gotta go…” I spent this past year thinking about her, wondering if I would ever see her again, yet here she is. At a bloody race with the team I should be on.

“Right. Maybe we can catch dinner sometime?” I don’t know why I say it, it literally just comes out of me.

But thankfully, she doesn’t scream in horror, just grins wider, “If you’re lucky, Colapinto.”

I nod and start walking away, “I’ve got a good feeling about this one.” The second she turns away, I slowly walk back to the guys.

I cannot believe she’s here. “What the hell!?”

“There’s no way you pulled her in that amount of time.” Carlos raises a brow.

“Who is she!?” Kimi asks, “Yo, Colapinto! Details!”

I groan, slamming my head against the wall as they all go quiet. I breathe in, then out, my eyes squeezed shut. “She’s my ex.”

They freak out. Oscar laughs out loud while Carlos just shakes his head. “Excuse you!?” Lando shakes me.

“You’re fucking kidding!” Isack argues.

“I wish.” I say, looking at the group of shocked men, knowing i’m about to have to explain that the one girl I ever truly loved, broke up with me because she thought (she knew) I wasn’t doing enough. “Oh I really fucking wish.”

“Mate… how’d you not recognize her!?” Lando’s laughing now.

“She was brunette…” I groan at the memory of my beautiful brunette girlfriend who used to party around argentina and kiss me against club walls. “and I didn’t expect the fucking loss of my life to be here!”

“Shit. I can’t believe you fumbled her.” Oscar shakes his head, making me frown.

I cross my arms, “She broke my heart, thanks.”

Lando raises a brow, “Oh?”

“She dumped you!” Kimi giggles, “This is the best news I’ve ever heard. You think she’d go for me?”

I punch him in the arm, making the younger boy flinch, “She is way too old for you. And she’s my ex!”

“I don’t see any issues.” He shrugs, making me blink. He fucking wishes.

“Shut your trap, Antonelli.” Lando laughs, “Franco. Is she single?”

“Mate!” I swear, “Not you too!”

He laughs, “For you! There’s no way you’re fucking up this opportunity.”

Carlos nods, “You believe in fate?”

I eye the man in blue, “I believe that she’s in your garage all weekend…” I smile and clap him on the shoulder, “I just have to visit my best mate!”

He laughs, shaking his head. He’s about to say something but goes suddenly quiet when someone walks up. It’s her.

Everyone shuts up.

“Fran.” She calls me by my nickname, thoroughly twisting the knife, “Call me tonight, yeah?”

I think I might faint.

The sharp pain in my side is caused by Isacks elbow, forcing me to nod as they all check her out, “Of course.”

She looks at all of them, laughing a bit before waving, “See you.”

“Bye…” Half the guys say! I slap all of them.

“Oh Fran…” Lando mocks her, batting his lashes, “Please come take me out and-”

“Shut it!” I start walking away.

“Where are you going?” Oscar asks.

“I need to figure out what i’m going to wear!”

[marauder-misprint]

Hi I was wondering if you write for James potter, if don’t please ignore this. But I’ve been obsessed with Alex Warren’s new song ordinary it literally is such a James potter love song to me. And I don’t know maybe a story about this song with James and the reader like maybe they are friends and one day it’s just clicked in James head it’s always been her. I don’t know the song is just so beautiful

Hi! thank you for the request! I do write for James ❤︎

Also, I love this song! Love, love, love.

I don't think I've done the song justice, but here it is!

Win for me

James Potter x reader

2.1k words

cw: fluff, lil bit of pining

No one questioned when you called James, he came. You were his oldest friend. You were practically neighbors, just living two streets away from each other. You had gotten lost, turned down the wrong street, and James helped you get home. There weren’t too many kids in the neighborhood so you and James latched onto each other and pledged to be lifelong friends. 

Your friendship didn’t waver or falter when you arrived at Hogwarts and got sorted into different houses. You still spent plenty of time together. You’d study together and sometimes sit together for meals. There were plenty of times when you were invited to hang out with his new roommates. You got along with all of them, although none quite as well as James. Merlin, you would describe him as your person, except he wasn’t yours. 

That idea passed through your mind several times as you got older. You never acted on it though; your friendship with James was too important to you. You didn’t flirt with him or act any differently than you would’ve for him. That being said, you were still closer to James than you were to anyone, let alone any other guy. 

James was the reason you wore Gryffindor colors to quidditch matches, even when they were facing your own house. Those games you sat with Sirius, Remus and Peter; otherwise you sat with your house. James was the reason you knew so much about quidditch. He would ramble on and on about it before you even stepped foot onto the Hogwarts campus. James was the reason why you occasionally got detention. He was the reason you passed several classes over the years, and you were the reason he passed some as well. 

“What’s going on between you and Potter?” a boy had asked you once.

“Huh? James?”

The boy nodded.

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “He’s just my best friend.”

“You’re not dating or nothing?”

You laughed. “No, we’re not. Haven’t you heard though? He fancies Lily.”

“Ah, didn’t know that. Then how about you ‘n’ me, Hogsmeade?” 

For some reason, whenever a conversation like this happened, a boy asking you out, your brain immediately went to the pipe dream of hoping that maybe one day James would like you back and you would be more than just friends.

“No thank you,” you said.

You’d give the boy a polite smile before walking away. Your friends always questioned you about it later. They didn’t understand why you turned away guy after guy. There was a decent variety of them, enough to disprove your ‘not my type’ excuse. Except that your type was James, and you just couldn’t tell anyone that. 

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“Capt, your girl’s waiting for you!” Gideon yelled as he entered Gryffindor’s changing room.

Gryffindor was facing Slytherin today. You wanted to wish James good luck, as you did before every match. You knew he would appreciate it extra today with everything that rode on this game. By everything, you meant his pride. He would essentially disappear for a week straight if they lost today, and you weren’t going to let that happen. 

“Hey you!” James cooed when he stepped outside.

You flung your arms around him. Out of habit, his arms wrapped themselves around you and he rested his chin on top of your head.

“Good luck, James. You’re going to crush it out there, I know it.”

“Thank you, love,” he murmured into your hair.

You gave him an extra squeeze. “Win for me?”

“Just for you.”

He gave you a bright grin as he pulled back and out of your arms. You waved to him before turning to join the herds making their way up into the stands. James watched you until you disappeared from sight, slowly blending in with the crowd. Only once he couldn’t see you, James returned back to the changing room. He ran a hand through his hair. 

Marlene grabbed his shoulder as soon as he walked in.

“So when you come to your senses and ask her out?” she asked him.

He gave her a confused expression. “What d’ya mean?”

“That was the first time you didn’t yell ‘Not my girl’ when going to Y/N. So you’ve stopped harassing Lily and asked out the right one, right? When’d you do it?”

James shook his head with a small smile on his face. “Not my girl,” he whispered before pulling away from Marlene to grab his broom. 

He needed to give his pre-game speech to the team. He shook his head again. You weren’t his girl. You didn’t want to be, right? He would be lying if he hadn’t thought about you from time to time. No, you were his best friend. You were closer to him than Peter, than Remus, than Sirius. So he stopped himself from even entertaining the idea. You were his girl friend, not his girlfriend. 

James gave his speech, just like he planned to. The team was hyped. They thrived on the energy from the stands when they exited their locker room. The cheers from the crowds were almost deafening. The team mounted their brooms and met the Slytherin team in the air. James let his focus waver for a moment, flicking to where he knew you would be standing, cheering for him. 

Then the match started. James had laser focus, and you could tell that nothing was going to distract him. He was on his A-game. It was always mesmerizing to watch him in the zone. He was so nimble on a broom. He had such control over it, not even considering how easily he caught and threw the quaffle. You cheered and yelled yourself hoarse as James scored goal after goal. 

When Gryffindor’s seeker caught the snitch, you joined every Gryffindor as they stormed the pitch. There were so many people pushing and shoving. You were afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it to James where he stood at the center of it all. 

Then you heard your name being yelled. It was louder than the cheers. You looked around, trying to find the source. Then you saw him. James. He was pushing through everyone to get to you. He took the pats on his back and the ruffling of his hair in stride, but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him from getting to you. 

You let yourself get pulled into a sweaty hug.

“You won!” you yelled in order for him to hear you.

“Just for you,” he replied, just as loudly. 

Although James pulled out the hug, he still held onto you. His arm remained draped over your shoulder as he maneuvered through the people congratulating him. You passed by Lily and Marlene and James didn’t even pause long enough to say anything, just flashing them a smile and moving on. Lily looked at you more than James and she gave you a wide grin, like she knew something that you didn’t. You didn’t linger on it though. You were just with your best friend.

He kept you glued to his side until you got to the Gryffindor Common Room.

“I’ll be right back, love. Going to shower,” he said, giving you one last sweaty hug before disappearing up the stairs. 

You looked around the common room, looking for someone you knew better than a name. It didn’t take long for the rest of the Marauders to return, carrying a crate of butterbeer and firewhiskey. 

“Oi! Where’d our Captain go?” Sirius called to you when he spotted you leaning against the wall near the stairs.

You jerked your head toward said stairs. “Showering.”

Sirius nodded and continued to help Remus and Peter set up for the party. You just watched. You didn’t see Lily, Marlene or Mary around so it was just you. Soon enough though, James returned and you had to take a second look. It was a casual outfit, but it was fashionable. Not only that, but he looked good. He looked like he made an effort. 

“Wow, Prongs, trying to impress Evans?” Sirius asked when he saw him.

James gave you a fleeting glance before saying, “Something like that.” 

Of course, he was trying to look good for Lily. You knew that you were just his friend. You knew this and you accepted it. At least you told yourself that you did. That didn’t keep you from his side while everyone finished setting up for the party. In your defense, you were standing just as close to Sirius, Remus and Peter. As a group, they didn’t know what personal space was. 

“There she is,” Peter said when Lily came down from the girls’ dorms with Marlene and Mary. 

Your stomach churned briefly, although you opted to ignore it. James looked toward the stairs, but it was only for a moment. Then all of his attention was back on the conversation the group was having. 

“Need another drink?” he asked you, dropping his head so he was speaking into your ear. 

You could his breath hot on your skin. You swirled the little bit of butterbeer foam that sat at the bottom of your cup.

“Yeah, sure,” you said, handing it to him.

He smiled and got up. You hated how you immediately felt cold without his presence next to you. You looked around the room and sawa that Lily was at the opposite end of the room. She was as far away from the drink table as she could be. So he was just being nice. Yup, that’s all it was. Your best friend being a friend. 

When he came back, James offered you a hand, rather than your cup.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

Everyone in your small group stopped talking and at looked at James. 

“Erm, yeah.”

You took his hand and stood up. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as James led you upstairs to his dorm. It wasn’t too odd, in your opinion. You’d been in his dorm before and it currently offered privacy that wasn’t available while a party was occupying the common room.

“What’s up, Potter?” you asked after the door closed behind you. 

“I’ve been an idiot,” he stated after he set the drinks down. 

You crossed your arms and leaned back against one of the posts at the end of his bed. 

“Sad to report that’s not new news.” 

He laughed and stood in front of you, less than a broom’s length away. 

“I like you.”

“Um, we’re friends. I’d really hope you like me.”

“No, um, not quite like that,” he said, taking an uncertain step toward you. “You know I’ve liked Evans.” 

“I think all of Hogwarts knows you like Lily,” you replied dryly. 

“That’s where I’ve been wrong. Been an idiot. A real, dense idiot.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You dragged me away from a party, your party, to tell me that you’ve moved on? So who is it then? Marlene? Mary? Emmeline? Lucinda?” 

James took another step toward you. He reached out and tucked some of your hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched at the unexpectedly affectionate contact. You met his gaze to find even more expected affection. You can’t remember a time when James has looked at you with such softness. 

“You,” he breathed before gently pressing his lips to yours. 

You didn’t respond right away, frozen beneath him. Then, as his lips lingered on yours, you kissed him back. You felt James’ hands move to grip your hips. You gasped as he squeezed them. You pulled backwards, feeling breathless. 

“Me?” you asked as James rested his forehead against yours. 

“Merlin, you’ve been in front of me this whole time. How did I miss you?”

“What about Lily?” you asked meekly. You hated yourself for asking it as soon as the words left your mouth.

“A distraction, I guess. But, being around her, I’ve never felt like I do when I’m with you. And you… You get me. And I get you. Fuck, you’ve been my girl before I even considered it.”

“I’m your girl?” you breathed, each word dripping with confusion. 

“If you want to be,” he said softly before adding more confidence to voice. “I mean, I did win the game for you.”

You laughed and pressed your lips to his again. This kiss was brief and much softer than your first. 

“Every game you’ve won has been for me,” you teased, which was true being that you asked him to every time you wished him luck. 

You and James didn’t return to the party. Instead, you spent the night talking, snuggling and sipping the drinks James had grabbed before bringing you to his dorm. It was just like being best friends, except now you kissed him from time to time. 

[lotusloong]

Bāba Wukong Headcanons!

Hnnggg I can't stop thinking about Sun Wukong just absolutely dying inside to be a bāba. He wants to have so many babies with you, and being immortal means you have plenty of time~

(I swear I am working on requests as well, this idea was just bugging me non-stop this past week. I do also have 1 or 2 requests that ask for similar ideas, but I'll be dedicating more time to those asks individually :3)

Sprinkles of smut and talks about baby making and baby raising ahead. You have been warned.

Reader is written with a female body in mind and is referred to with feminine titles like māma.

LMK Wukong - 

So you already technically have a kid. 

MK is an amazing successor and you both love him so much you're willing to die to protect him. 

He may not call you and Wukong his parents, but you like to think of him as your first official son. (MK totally wants to call you both bāba and māma but is waaaaayyyyyy to embarrassed by the thought. What if you think he's weird, what if you don't see him that way, what if what if what if-)

Mei eventually helps with this issue, and you both now get to officially call him nicknames and tease him and guide him like good parents do. 

And then the day comes where Wukong has to acknowledge (at least to himself) that he desperately wants more kids with you. 

It's a secret he's tried to keep buried for thousands of years at this point, because he doesn't want to push anything onto you. The time period you both come from had certain expectations of wives, and Wukong is not about to force that on to you.

Even so, it slips out in small ways that he's not even aware of, that you very much are. 

Sex often includes doggy style and mating presses, anything to get your hips angled up and womb angled down for him. 

His hands grip your hips and pull you close, his happy trail of fur tickling you clit as he cums balls deep inside you.

There are times where he forgets himself, that you can hear him, and he will growl and huff in your ear - “Fuuck, take it all baby…gonna fill you up, such a perfect pussy, so good for my little ones-...”

He will not move after cumming, keeping his softening cock inside your fluttering walls because an instinct inside is telling him he has to stay still. If he moves, all the cum he just pumped you full of will spill out and that's not allowed.

He will not acknowledge this about himself. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, it flows strong in this monkey’s brain.

The best thing you can do is pull him aside and ask him straight out if he wants kids. 

“Wh-what!? Pffftt, no! No, of course not that would-...I mean they’d be really cute…and have your eyes, and your cute nose…and maybe my fur color? And MK would make such a good big brother…Bu-but that's crazy! I wouldn’t force you into such a thing-”

Why does he assume you would be ‘forced’ into it? You never told him you didn’t want kids after all.

“O-oh…I guess that's…right isn't it? Uhhmm…”

You laugh and take his hands, bringing them up to kiss his knuckles. There’s a steady growing blush on his face now.

You ask your king to take you to bed, you’re ready to add some new members to your large family.

HIB Wukong -

So again…you do have children already.

Liuer does still have Fa Ming as a parental figure, but the little girl he rescued has no one left. Liuer asked if you could call her Hua, and neither of you could say no to him.

And so your little family settled down on Mount Huaguo. Liuer was excited to see the famed home of his hero and would carry Hua with him everywhere to see all the flowers and fruit trees and of course, the monkeys.

Wukong would follow them around the whole place, climbing up trees and standing off to the side with an air of nonchalance, but you could see how carefully he was watching the two. Hua would stumble only the slightest bit and he was down next to her, hands holding her up to prevent any skinned knees or palms.

It was, to put it simply, absolutely friggin adorable.

You would spend your time watching them, but little did you know Wukong was watching you as well.

Everytime Liuer ran over to you and hugged your legs like he was born a monkey, everytime Hua fell asleep curled in your arms, everytime they got a cut or a scrape you were right there to kiss it better and soothe them.

And it was driving Wukong up the wall.

This wasn’t something he thought he would ever want, and yet his thick walls were broken down by these two kids, walls that up until now, would only lower for you and you alone.

Now when he watches you walk through the peach tree orchard with Hua sitting on your waist and Liuer dragging you by the robes of your hanfu, all Wukong can see is how motherly you are. How much he loves the three of you.

How desperately he aches to see your tummy round and swollen with a new little one.

He shoves those thoughts away, frustrated with himself. Taking care of two kids is already a lot of work, and you didn’t even have to do the harder stuff like actually going through pregnancy.

And yet, everytime you two get together to be alone for a little while, the thoughts come back.

You’re currently sitting on top of him, hips rocking over his cock, his hands gripping your waist as he watches your tits bounce in front of his face. And suddenly he’s imagining those same tits leaking milk for your little ones, and he wants a taste so bad his mouth runs dry. He imagines your belly, round and big making it hard for you to keep your pace and your frustrated pout at not being able to make yourself cum. How he would lean up and kiss you, teasing about how much of a pillow princess being pregnant has made you, and your retort about how growing another living being is hard work. He’d take pity on you and roll you over, giving you the release you desperately crave, and definitely deserve.

Your hips stop moving.

“Everything okay my love? You…you looked distant.” You’re biting your lower lip in worry, and suddenly everything comes spilling out.

He wants more kids with you, he wants to see you pregnant, caring for more little ones that look like perfect mixes between you both. He wants to teach Hua how to properly hold a baby and see the look on Liuer’s face when learning he’s going to be a big brother.

Wukong is worried for a moment that he’s let too much slip, that you’re going to get off him and leave, tell him that you can’t do this anymore, but only for a moment.

Your hips start rocking again, and you give a breathy moan.

“W-well…we better get started then, right?”

The groan he gives in response is answer enough.

MKR Wukong - 

Honestly, Reborn!Wukong is so oblivious to how relationships and families work, he doesn’t even realize that having kids is something he wants until someone else brings it up to him.

Namely you, albeit without thinking about it.

You’re in a marketplace of a small town, grabbing supplies for your journey like dried fruits and meats, herbs for cooking and medicine, and some new clothing.

The new clothing is where it starts.

As you’re browsing the different garments that have been made and the bolts of cloth the tailor left out for purchasing, Wukong stands behind you with his arms crossed and a stalk of grass in his teeth to chew on while waiting for you. One of the tailors is currently sewing something up and it grabs your attention.

“Oh this? One of our neighbors just had their second child! Since the winter chill will be here any day, I’m making something small but warm for the little one.” And they hand you a tiny robe thick enough for the coming winter.

You coo over the clothing, about how small and adorable it looks, and “Oh Wukong, look at it! It would look so cute on the babies at Mount Huaguo, wouldn’t it?” And now he’s looking at the tiny robe and imagining a mini version of himself with your sweet eyes staring back at him and sucking their thumb as you coo over how cute they are. 

He tosses his grass stalk into the road and grunts at you, an affirmative noise that means he’s listening even if he doesn’t look like it. You beam at him in response, and hand the robe back to the tailor before going back to your shopping.

For hours afterwards, long after you get back to your companions, the thoughts of baby monkeys and you stick in his brain, making all his thoughts feel slow and difficult to think through. He just wants to see you holding a baby now. 

His baby.

It doesn’t help that once you get back to your meager campsite, you coo and fuss over Fruitie like he's a baby of your own and not a thousand year old spirit of cosmic power.

He struggles to get you alone that night, pulling you away from your camp with urgency you recognize and tease him for.

“Can’t wait any longer, big guy~? Alright, alright I’m coming!” You giggle, letting him lead you far into the trees for some privacy.

He pushes you to bend over and lean on the bark of a tree, pulling your robes off carelessly to get to your skin as fast as possible. He takes you like that, laying his chest across your back and biting the juncture of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold your shaking form up as he pounds you from behind.

You cry and moan for him, he shudders and growls above you, tail thrashing. ‘Breed mate breed mate breed breed-’ is on a loop in his mind, the image of you heavily pregnant driving him feral.

He keeps his teeth buried in your neck to stop himself from moaning these thoughts out loud. Eventually he’ll have a proper talk with you about it, when your journey is finished and kids are a possibility he can enjoy.

NGNR Wukong -

Now with Nezha Reborn!Wukong things are a bit…complicated.

Before the events of the movie? You both spend years living from place to place as China grows and changes and adjusts to modern times, it wouldn’t be surprising for Wukong to bring up the topic of kids at some point and then you have them by the time the events of the movie play out.

But if for whatever reason you decided to hold off, the events of the movie make you feel glad you did. If I recall correctly they don’t actually give a time frame in the movie for how long the mortal world has been in a drought, but based on the world building we know it’s a couple generations of people, at least.

So long in fact that they have special machines and “government” approved systems in place to distribute water. These are hard times to raise a family in.

It isn’t until Li releases the river dragons and rain comes back to the world that Wukong shyly broaches the topic of kids again. Not before whining to Li about it while black out drunk of course.

“I jus-….so beautiful Li!! She’d make a great ma-mama, I kn-...know it! I want it so baaadddd-” Li can’t believe the yaoguai laying dramatically across the couch infront of him, nursing a bottle whiskey like it is a baby, crying about how beautiful you are and how gorgeous your kids would be…is THE Monkey King. What is his life?

He decides the god has had enough to drink for the night and throws Wukong’s arm over his shoulder, ready to walk him home. He has to endure even more gushing about you the entire way back.

“Have you seen her-...her smile!? Li, it’s so beau…just, damn…and those hips, fuck I love her hips-want to grab em and-” “Okay, let’s just focus on getting you home and not tripping, hm?” “I don’t mind tripping if it’s on top of my pretty mama…baby girl…hmmm, she’s so soft, you know-?” “Please shut up.”

When Li finally gets to your place he shoves the stone monkey into your arms the second you open the door.

“Heeeeeyyy baby mama~! Lookin’ so…so pretty-” You laugh at the state of your husband, blushing at his muttered compliments as he buries his face into your chest. You give Li a questioning look. “Please just…give him a kid or something so I don’t have to listen to him ramble on like this anymore.”

Jokes on him, it doesn’t matter how many kids you two have, drunk!Wukong is always going to take the opportunity to gush about you. It just gets worse when you actually have kids cause now he has more to ramble about loving.

The following morning while nursing his hang over you broach the topic.

“So…Li said something interesting last night…” “...hrm…?” “Something about giving you a baby to gush over~?”

He freezes in place under your bed covers, peeking out to meet your gaze. His wild mane of white hair is more untamed than usual as he rubs his temples to banish the pounding he feels in his head.

“I…may have mentioned something like that…?” He mutters. You lean over the bed to him, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before rubbing your noses together to look him in the eyes.

“When you feel better, how about we give it a shot, hmm?” His only response is a delighted chirp.

Netflix Wukong - 

Okay out of all the Wukongs, I really think Netflix is the one who would want kids the most.

To the point that if you didn’t want kids, it may end up being a deal breaker on the relationship for him. Other Wukongs I can see being more willing to let it go, as long as they have you it’s a desire they can sacrifice, but Netflix wants a family so badly.

I mean, the first thing this guy did when he was born? Try to get himself adopted by a random mama he never met. Then when he’s older he has an entire fake family made of plants to “love” him.

Having a loving partner and a couple to a dozen kids to come home to and greet, who are just as ecstatic as him to be reunited? That’s the dream for him.

He’s learned his lesson from the Immortals, no matter who it is he tries to impress, from mortals to the Jade Emperor, none of them will truly “accept” him.

Except Stick and you, of course. You and Stick will always be there for Wukong.

It’s actually Stick that helps him acknowledge this desire instead of just brushing it off the way he normally does when it comes to emotions. 

Back at Mount Huaguo, you’ll be there, trying to settle into your home with your mate. It’s been years since he’s been home, and things have changed considerably. The tales of his exploits have been passed down through his people, and the ones still living on Mount Huaguo grew up hearing stories about him. They genuinely admire and revere him. (Is Wukong slightly bitter that he never got to see the old man’s face after being proven wrong before he died? Yes. Yes he is.)

Many of the young mother monkeys want to spend time with you, ask about your adventures with their king, and chat throughout the day. As you talk their little ones crawl and scamper around you, chittering and climbing into your lap for cuddles you freely give.

When Wukong and Stick come across the sight, Stick does what he does best. Give Wukong an idea.

“Stick vibration noises.” “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah it is…really cute…heheh, look at em all. She’s so good with ‘em…” “More stick vibrations.” “I mean…the topic of kids came up a couple times…and we’re nice and safe here…” “A final Stick vibration of acknowledgement.” “You know what? You’re right! I want some, she wants some. Let’s do it!”

And when he brings the idea up to later that night, that he wants to finally get started on that family, you’re overjoyed. He catches you when you jump into his arms, laughing as you pepper his face in kisses.

When he takes you to bed that night, the love making between you both is soft and sensual. You whisper in his ear to cum inside, and the words actually get him emotional. You want to stay with him, you want a family with him. You’re currently holding him close to you, your heartbeat pounding against his and your legs locked tight around him as he melts into your heat…

It’s too much, too overwhelming. He cries as he cums, kissing you like he can’t breathe without your touch. 

When you finally catch your breath, simply wipe his tears away with your thumbs and kiss his nose. It’ll be an emotional night, but it's one of the most tender and sweet ones you like to remember.

[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 HYBRID ENHYPEN AND THEIR QUIRKY HYBRID HABITS . . !

enhypen 0T7 — GENRE : imagines headcanon hybrid au fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : nope. ☆ — enha masterlist

note : I changed jay from a hawk hybrid to a black jaguar hybrid. hawks are kinda hard to write for me and also I feel like his parts were always lacking so!! change yippee!!!

HEESEUNG (deer hybrid) :

As a deer hybrid, Heeseung was usually calm and easygoing, but there was one thing you quickly learned about him—he was startled at just about everything.

It wasn’t just loud noises or sudden movements; sometimes, it was the most random things. A bag shifting slightly on the counter? He flinched. A door creaking open a little too fast? He nearly jumped out of his skin. The worst offender? Unexpected touches.

You found this out the hard way one evening when you simply tapped his shoulder while he was lost in thought.

Heeseung practically levitated.

“Ah—!” His ears flicked back as he jolted upright, knocking into the back of the couch with wide eyes.

You barely stifled a laugh. “Hee, it’s just me!”

He exhaled, placing a hand over his chest like you had just shaved years off his lifespan. “You can’t just sneak up on me like that,” he mumbled, still recovering.

“I literally just tapped you,” you said, amused. “What would you do if I actually tried to scare you?”

His ears twitched in protest. “I’d rather not find out.”

Despite how skittish he could be, Heeseung insisted he wasn’t that jumpy. That was, until you tested your theory by simply walking up behind him while he was focused on his phone.

“Heeseung.”

“Ah—!” He nearly tripped over his own feet, clutching the counter for balance. His tail flicked anxiously behind him before he shot you a betrayed look.

You burst into laughter. “See? I didn’t even touch you that time!”

Grumbling, he crossed his arms. “Maybe you should walk louder.”

His flustered reactions never failed to amuse you, but there were times when his deer instincts were genuinely impressive, like how he could detect the slightest changes in the environment—whether it was a shift in your mood or a subtle creak in the floorboards. He’d notice things before anyone else, his ears perking at the softest sounds.

But that didn’t stop you from teasing him whenever he jumped at something as harmless as a falling pillow.

One night, as he reached for a glass of water, you whispered from behind, “Boo.”

Heeseung flinched so hard he nearly knocked the glass over.

“That’s it,” he muttered, ears flattening as he narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m banning you from sneaking up on me.”

JAY (black jaguar hybrid) :

As a black jaguar hybrid, Jay moved with effortless grace, his steps always calculated yet smooth, as if he were prowling through the jungle, even in the middle of your apartment. But his quirkiest habit? He tended to disappear into the shadows—sometimes without even meaning to.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to turn around and find him gone, only for him to reappear moments later, watching you with amused golden eyes.

“Jay?” You glanced around the dimly lit living room, squinting. “Where did you go?”

A low chuckle came from somewhere nearby. “Right here.”

You jumped slightly when he emerged from the dark corner near the bookshelf, looking entirely too pleased with himself. His tail swayed lazily behind him, and his sharp gaze practically glowed in the low light.

“You need to stop doing that,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “You just… blend in.”

He grinned, leaning against the wall with an easy confidence. “It’s not my fault you don’t pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing full well that even if you did pay attention, he’d still manage to slip past you. His jaguar instincts kicked in at the most random moments—whether it was silently moving through the apartment or suddenly appearing behind you just to see if he could catch you off guard.

One time, you nearly smacked him with a book when he materialized beside you while you were reading.

“Why do you keep doing that?” you groaned, clutching your chest dramatically.

Jay had just smirked, tilting his head. “Gotta keep your reflexes sharp.”

But it wasn’t just about sneaking up on you—he also had an odd habit of perching on high places. Whether it was the back of the couch, the top of your fridge, or even balancing on the armrest of a chair, he always found a way to be above you.

“You’re not a house cat,” you reminded him once, watching as he effortlessly lounged across the top of your bookshelf, one leg dangling off the side.

“Never said I was,” he shot back, flicking his tail. “I just like the view from up here.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “What if you fall?”

He gave you a look that practically screamed, ‘As if I ever would.’ And honestly? He never did. No matter how precarious his position seemed, Jay always moved with the silent, deadly precision of the predator he was.

Still, you couldn’t deny it—it was kind of impressive. And no matter how many times he startled you by suddenly appearing beside you or watching from some impossible vantage point, you always found yourself smiling in the end.

Even if it meant constantly checking over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t lurking in the shadows, waiting to mess with you.

JAKE (wolf hybrid) :

As a wolf hybrid, Jake had an undeniable pack mentality—always keeping you close, always hyperaware of where you were. But his quirkiest habit? He tended to scent-mark things without realizing it.

It wasn’t like he went around physically marking his territory like an actual wolf, but his instincts showed in small ways—like how he’d drape his hoodie over your chair or “accidentally” leave his scarf around your neck a little longer than necessary.

“Jake,” you sighed, holding up his sweatshirt. “You left this on my bed again.”

He looked up from the couch, ears perking slightly. “Oh, did I? My bad.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You did it on purpose.”

Jake’s grin was easygoing, but the flick of his tail betrayed him. “Maybe,” he admitted, leaning back. “You just smell better with my scent on you.”

You groaned, but your face warmed at the confession. It wasn’t just clothes, either. If you were out in public together, Jake had this habit of casually resting his arm around your shoulders, fingers brushing your collar, or playing with the ends of your hair—little things that kept you in his orbit.

And if someone else got too close? That’s when his wolf side really showed.

One time, a friend had loaned you their jacket, and the moment Jake caught a whiff of someone else’s scent on you, his expression darkened. He didn’t say anything at first, but when you got home, he tugged you into a hug without warning, burying his face against your neck.

“Uh, Jake?” You squirmed slightly.

“Just fixing something,” he murmured against your skin.

You blinked. “Fixing what?”

“You smell like someone else,” he grumbled. “Don’t like it.”

It took you a second to realize what he was doing—rubbing his scent back onto you. The realization made you laugh, but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you let him nuzzle into your shoulder, his tail wagging just a little.

It was possessive in the gentlest way—less about control and more about making sure everyone knew you were his. And honestly? You didn’t mind one bit.

SUNGHOON (snow leopard hybrid) :

As a snow leopard hybrid, Sunghoon was naturally independent and graceful, but one of his quirkiest habits? He had a tendency to perch in high places—bookshelves, counters, even the back of the couch—watching everything with sharp, assessing eyes like he was surveying his territory.

It wasn’t uncommon to walk into a room and find him sitting somewhere he absolutely shouldn’t be.

“Sunghoon,” you deadpanned, staring at him crouched on top of the kitchen counter. “What are you doing up there?”

He blinked at you, completely unbothered. “Just watching.”

“For what? The apocalypse?”

He smirked. “You never know.”

His snow leopard instincts kicked in most when he was feeling playful or particularly attached to you. Sometimes, he’d “stalk” you around the apartment, his silent footsteps making it almost impossible to notice him until he was right behind you.

“You need a bell or something,” you huffed after nearly jumping out of your skin for the third time that week.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he teased, flicking his tail before slipping past you like a ghost.

And then there was his possessiveness—subtle but unmistakable. He wasn’t the type to make a big show of it, but if someone got too close to you, his tail would lash behind him, his gaze sharpening like a warning.

The real giveaway, though, was the way he’d subtly scent-mark you. He never outright admitted to it, but you started noticing how often he’d drape his scarf around your neck or lean against you for just a little longer than necessary.

One evening, you were about to head out when he suddenly pulled you back by the wrist, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Why do you smell like someone else?” he muttered, nose brushing against your shoulder.

You frowned. “Probably from hugging a friend earlier.”

Sunghoon’s expression didn’t change, but the tip of his tail flicked. Without a word, he slipped his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders, his scent instantly surrounding you.

“There. Much better,” he said smoothly, smirking when you rolled your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, but you still hugged the jacket tighter around you.

Sunghoon just gave you a knowing look, his tail curling lazily. “Only when it comes to you.”

SUNOO (fox hybrid) :

As a fox hybrid, Sunoo had a playful, mischievous nature, but his quirkiest habit? He was an expert at hoarding things—specifically, your things.

It started off small. A missing hoodie here, a misplaced phone charger there. You didn’t think much of it until you found a suspicious pile of your belongings stashed in a cozy nest of blankets on Sunoo’s bed.

“Sunoo,” you said, holding up one of your missing sweaters. “Care to explain?”

He blinked at you innocently from where he was curled up on his bed, his fluffy tail flicking lazily. “Oh, that? Must’ve ended up there by accident.”

You raised an eyebrow. “My hairbrush, my scarf, and—Sunoo, is this my slipper?”

He grinned, not even trying to hide it anymore. “Maybe. I just like having your scent around.”

You couldn’t even be mad. The way he tucked his chin into the hoodie he was currently wearing (yours, of course) and nuzzled into it like it was the coziest thing in the world was unfairly cute.

But the hoarding wasn’t the only habit. Sunoo had a tendency to be extra cuddly when he wanted something, curling up beside you with a sweet smile that you knew meant trouble.

Like now, when he leaned against your shoulder, his fluffy ears twitching as he looked up at you.

“You love me, right?” he asked, voice honeyed.

You eyed him suspiciously. “What do you want?”

“Nothinggg,” he sang, but his tail gave him away, flicking behind him. “Just maybe… can I have your new hoodie?”

You groaned. “Sunoo, you have so many of my clothes already!”

“But this one still smells like you,” he whined, nuzzling against your neck in an attempt to sway you. “And I’ll look really cute in it.”

“You’re impossible.”

He beamed, knowing he’d already won. “I know. But you love me anyway.”

JUNGWON (panther hybrid) :

Like Sunghoon, Jungwon had a naturally quiet and observant presence, but his quirkiest habit? He had a tendency to silently appear out of nowhere—so much so that it almost felt supernatural.

One moment, you’d be alone in the kitchen making tea, and the next, you’d turn around to find him standing right behind you, watching with those sharp eyes of his.

“Jungwon!” you yelped, nearly dropping the mug. “How long have you been there?”

He tilted his head, looking entirely unbothered. “A while.”

“A while?” You placed a hand over your chest, trying to calm your racing heart. “You can’t just sneak up on people like that!”

“I wasn’t sneaking,” he said with a small smirk. “You just didn’t notice me.”

That was the problem—his panther instincts made his footsteps impossibly light, his movements seamless and controlled. Even in a busy room, he could slip between people without a sound, showing up in the last place you expected.

It wasn’t just his stealthy nature, either. Sometimes, he’d silently watch you go about your day, his gaze always calm but intense, as if he was studying you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked one day, catching him staring from across the room.

His ears twitched slightly, and he shrugged. “You’re interesting to watch.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That sounds creepy.”

“Only if you think about it that way,” he said, the corner of his lips tugging up.

Despite how effortlessly he blended into the background, Jungwon had another habit—when he got comfortable, he became incredibly lazy. He’d sprawl out on the couch with the grace of a jungle cat, his long limbs stretching in the sunniest spot he could find.

If you sat next to him, he’d quietly shift closer until he was practically draped over you, his tail curling lazily around your wrist.

“You’re heavy,” you grumbled as he rested his head in your lap, refusing to move.

“You’re warm,” he countered, eyes already shutting like he had no plans of getting up.

“Jungwon—”

Too late. He was already dozing, completely at ease, as if he didn’t just scare you half to death earlier.

You sighed, running your fingers through his soft hair. For all his silent stalking and sudden appearances, he was still just a big cat at heart—one that had you completely wrapped around his finger.

NIKI (tiger hybrid) :

As a tiger hybrid, Niki had an aura of calm confidence, but his quirkiest habit was the way he acted when it came to attention. He might’ve looked like the picture of cool composure, but when it was just the two of you, he was surprisingly clingy.

It started off small. One evening, you were just lounging on the couch, when Niki slid in next to you. He didn’t say anything—just quietly settled in, his head resting on your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” you asked, glancing over at him.

He mumbled, his eyes already half-closed. “Nothing. Just wanna be close to you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh, sure.”

Soon enough, his tail—a sleek, striped extension of himself—began to wrap around your leg. You shot him a look, but he just smirked.

“Stop moving,” he grumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“I’m not moving. You’re the one who keeps wrapping yourself around me.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, like it was totally normal for him to turn into a human blanket. Then, as if on cue, his purring started—a low, soothing sound that made you wonder if he was part housecat. He had a thing for napping in your lap, but it wasn’t just for comfort. His tiger instincts made him crave closeness, needing to mark his territory in the most subtle way possible.

“You’re weird,” you said with a laugh, as you absentmindedly scratched behind his ear.

He purred louder in response, eyes closing in contentment. “Nope. I’m just being honest about what I want.”

The next thing you knew, his arms were wrapped around your waist, and he was holding you in a vice grip as though he didn’t want to ever let you go.

“Niki,” you groaned, “You’re so clingy.”

“I’m not clingy,” he retorted with a playful smirk, “I’m just loyal.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t mind. For all his teasing and boldness, Niki was still that sweet, adorable tiger hybrid who just wanted to be close. And if you were being honest? You didn’t mind it one bit.

Word count : 2639 | serapharua, 2025.

[simplygojo]

Cheater! ⸺ Suguru Geto

author's note ⸺ Wrote a cheating fic!! WHOOPS! lmk your thoughts on this!! I hope you all enjoy cheating on your deadbeat husband with your daughters sexy ass teacher <3 pairing ⸺ teacher!Suguru Geto x parent!reader word count ⸺ 4k content warnings ⸺ 18+ only - mdni!, adultery!, grey morals, reader uses female pronouns, reader has a vagina, fingering, p in v intercourse, nipple play, rough grip?idk, not edited teaser ⸺ "You’re a married woman, after all. You’re loyal, and I respect that. But..." He pauses, his lips curling into a knowing smile, the hint of something far more dangerous in his eyes. "It would be wrong of me to let you leave here tonight without telling you... that you deserve more than this. You deserve to feel wanted, to feel desired." Something inside you snaps.

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Your husband wasn’t always like this.

Or maybe he was, and you just didn’t notice it at first.

There was a time when you believed in the love you shared—the way he used to pull you close without needing a reason, the way he promised that no matter what, it would always be both of you against the world. And for a while, it felt real. Then life happened. Then the baby came.

And slowly, little by little, you started doing everything alone.

At first, it was small things. He worked late, so you handled bedtime. He forgot to grab the groceries, so you took care of it. He stayed home when your child had a fever, but somehow, you were the one up all night, holding them while they cried.

Then, the little things became everything.

You started managing schedules, meals, school functions, doctor’s appointments, PTA meetings—every single thing that kept your child’s world turning.

And your husband? He was there, technically. He existed in the house, he took up space in the bed, but he was more like an afterthought in your life than a partner.

You’d hear other moms talk about how they split responsibilities with their husbands—how he got up for night feedings, how he packed lunches in the morning, how they took turns being the “fun parent” so the other could have a break.

You stopped talking in those conversations.

Because what would you even say?

That your husband doesn’t even know your child’s teacher’s name? That you’ve gone to every parent-teacher night alone for the past three years? That sometimes, when you wake up next to him, you feel more alone than if the bed was empty?

You tried to fix it. You really did. You asked him to come to school events—he always had an excuse. You asked him to help with homework—he’d forget. You asked him if he was happy—he shrugged.

And eventually, you just stopped asking.

Instead, you did what you always did: you handled it.

You got up every morning and made breakfast. You checked backpacks, signed permission slips, scheduled playdates. You listened when your 6 year old came home talking about her day. You made sure they felt loved, seen, safe. You gave them everything you never had.

And you told yourself, this was enough.

You told yourself you didn’t need to feel wanted.

You told yourself you didn’t need someone to look at you the way that he used to.

You told yourself you didn’t need more than this—but you knew that none of that was true. 

The clock ticks past 9 PM. The school halls are eerily quiet now, save for the soft hum of the overhead lights, casting long shadows along the walls. It’s well past the usual time for parent-teacher conferences, and once again, you’re the last parent left.

The usual scenario.

You check your phone for the fifth time—no texts, no calls. Your husband’s absence from this school event doesn’t surprise you anymore, but it still stings in ways you can’t shake. There’s a lingering resentment there, buried beneath the routine, hidden in the cracks of your patience.

You tap your foot against the tiled floor, feeling the exhaustion deep in your bones. It’s been a long day of running from work to school pick-up, to soccer practice, to dinner, to bedtime—only for your husband to still be nowhere to be found. 

He’s present physically, but emotionally? Mentally? Nowhere.

You’ve long since stopped asking him to show up at these meetings, to participate in the day-to-day, to even make an effort. You’ve grown used to doing it all, but some nights, like tonight, the weight of it feels like too much. 

The door to the classroom finally opens.

And there he is. Suguru Geto.

His eyes soften when he sees you standing alone in the hallway. It’s nearly 9:30 now, and he has that gentle look on his face, the one he always wears when he’s speaking with you. There’s a warmth there, but tonight, you can’t help but feel like he’s been watching you for longer than you realize.

"You’re the last one," Suguru says, his voice smooth and calm, as though he’s already made peace with the late hour. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

You offer a tired smile, trying to mask the fatigue that’s clearly weighing on you. "It’s no problem," you say. "I’m just used to it."

He steps aside to let you into the classroom.

The soft glow of the desk lamps and the smell of chalk and paper fill the air as you sit down, the worn-out chair creaking slightly under your weight. Suguru takes his usual spot at the desk, but instead of diving into the paperwork, he looks at you with a level of attention that makes you feel like the only person in the room.

“Everything going okay?” He asks, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of concern. You think he’s been asking you that for weeks now, and for weeks, you’ve given the same nonchalant answer.

“Yeah, just the usual,” you reply, keeping your gaze steady on the desk in front of you. “Busy. You know how it is.”

Suguru nods, but his eyes don’t leave you. There’s something about the way he’s looking at you that makes you feel exposed, like he sees more than just the tired mom who’s barely holding it together. He watches you as if he’s picking up on the subtle cracks in your composure, the ones you’ve been trying to hide for so long.

“I’ve noticed,” Suguru says, his voice steady, yet his eyes seem to soften with understanding. “You’re here for every parent meeting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your husband at one.”

You stiffen slightly, but not enough to make it obvious. Of course, Suguru would notice. He’s always been observant, always so aware of the details. He’s never commented on it before, but the fact that he does now makes something inside you ache.

Your gaze flickers to the side, focusing on anything but him.

“Well,” you start, your voice quieter than usual, “he’s always… busy with work.”

Suguru’s gaze doesn’t falter. “I get it,” he says, his voice even, but there’s a knowing look in his eyes. "Work can be demanding."

You feel a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck, and you try to laugh it off. “Yeah, it’s just... me, really. I handle everything at home, too.”

There’s a long pause as Suguru silently assesses you. His eyes narrow slightly, not in judgment, but in a way that makes you feel seen. Really seen.

“You’ve been doing it all alone for a while, haven’t you?” He asks it softly, like a statement more than a question.

The words hit you harder than you expected. You swallow, the pressure in your chest growing heavier. It’s not like you haven’t noticed it yourself. You’ve been doing this on your own for a while now—balancing everything, carrying the weight of your family’s responsibilities while your husband remains detached. But hearing Suguru say it, hearing him acknowledge it, makes you feel more vulnerable than you care to admit.

You nod slowly, avoiding his gaze as your throat tightens.

"Doesn’t seem fair, does it?" Suguru continues, his voice still calm, but his eyes darken ever so slightly, an intensity that wasn’t there before.

You don’t know how to respond. All you can do is sit there, feeling the weight of his words hang in the air between you.

“Sometimes, people don’t realize what it means to be present,” Suguru murmurs, his tone laced with something more than just professional concern.

And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave someone to acknowledge the effort you’ve been putting in—to see you as more than just a mother, more than just someone who’s keeping everything together by sheer force of will.

The silence stretches between you two, but Suguru doesn’t look away. It’s almost as if he’s waiting for you to say something.

And for the first time in a long time, you feel like you’re on the verge of saying something that you definitely shouldn’t.

The weight of Suguru's gaze is palpable, drawing you in like a magnetic force. For the first time, you're not looking for validation from the outside world, from your husband or anyone else. You’re looking at him, and his presence seems to fill the entire room, suffocating yet somehow liberating.

"Sometimes, I wonder if it’s worth it," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, all of it. The constant doing, the giving... but it’s never enough. It feels like I’m just... waiting. For someone to notice. For someone to... care."

Suguru’s expression shifts, and he leans in just slightly, as though he’s pulled by some invisible thread. There’s something in his eyes that’s far from the calm teacher you’ve known. It’s deeper, darker—filled with a quiet understanding that makes the air between you both thick with unspoken emotions.

"You deserve more than that," he murmurs, his voice low, almost intimate. “You deserve someone who sees you. Not just the mother, not just the wife. But you.”

You take a shallow breath, feeling the rush of emotions swirl inside you. 

You’ve heard those words before, but from him, they hit differently. The way he’s looking at you, the way his words seem to reach right inside you, it’s too much to ignore.

Without thinking, your gaze flickers down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. And you see it then—the shift. The barely perceptible tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders tense as if he’s fighting some invisible current pulling him toward you.

You stand abruptly, the sudden movement shaking you from the haze of desire that had slowly clouded your mind. Your pulse races in your ears, and you feel a rush of heat flood your face, the intensity of the moment unsettling you.

You attempt to gather yourself, your mind a chaotic storm of conflicting emotions. 

“Is there... anything my daughter needs to work on—uh, outside of school?” You ask, your voice lacking the usual certainty, the question tumbling out awkwardly as if to distract yourself from what’s happening between you.

Suguru stands slowly from his chair, the chair legs scraping against the floor as he glides around the desk with measured steps, his gaze never leaving you. Every movement of his feels deliberate, calculated, and yet somehow fluid, like he’s in complete control of the space around you.

He comes to stand directly in front of you, just close enough that his presence fills the air, thick and charged with an undeniable tension. 

You can’t help but notice the way his body moves, the subtle power in the way he stands, shoulders broad, chest rising and falling in time with his deep, steady breaths.

“Your daughter?” Suguru repeats, the corners of his lips curling up slightly as he leans in just enough for you to feel the heat of his breath against your skin. “You’re not really thinking about her right now, are you?”

You want to pull away, to say something, anything that could snap you out of this, but his presence is overwhelming, and your body betrays you with every passing second.

"I..." you try to say something, anything to pull yourself together, but the words falter in your throat. The part of you that knows better, the part of you that remembers you’re married and committed to someone else, is struggling to assert itself. 

But the other part of you, the one that’s been ignored for so long, is screaming to be heard, to finally feel seen, to be touched like how he could touch you, to have someone care.

Suguru watches you carefully, sensing the internal conflict as his fingers twitch at his sides. He takes a small step closer, his hand brushing against your arm just lightly enough to send a ripple of heat through your skin.

"I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do," he says softly, his voice almost a caress. 

You notice the way his body towers over yours, his broad chest just inches from yours, making you feel small in comparison. The warmth of him radiates against your skin, and it’s hard not to notice how much bigger and stronger he is than you. 

The sharp, intoxicating scent of his cologne wraps around you like a blanket, mingling with the faint trace of cigarette smoke that clings to him, adding a dangerous edge to the allure of his presence. 

It’s impossible to ignore how every inch of him feels commanding, even in the way he stands so close to you.

"You’re a married woman, after all. You’re loyal, and I respect that. But..." 

He pauses, his lips curling into a knowing smile, the hint of something far more dangerous in his eyes. "It would be wrong of me to let you leave here tonight without telling you... that you deserve more than this. You deserve to feel wanted, to feel desired."

Something inside you snaps.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion, the loneliness, the months—years—of feeling like you married a bum who couldn’t give a damn about you. 

Or maybe it’s the way Suguru is looking at you now, those sharp dark eyes, like he already knows how this is going to end, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as long as you have.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, you’re in each other’s space, the tension breaking like a dam. 

His mouth is on yours, firm and demanding, swallowing the sharp, needy gasp that escapes you as his hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Your fingers find the front of his black button-up, fisting the fabric like it’s the only thing anchoring you to reality. His lips part against yours, a low sound vibrating in his throat when you arch into him.

His hands are everywhere—on your waist, your back, sliding down to your hips, fingers pressing in like he needs to memorize the feel of you beneath them. He walks you backward with slow, deliberate steps, forcing you to move with him, until the edge of his desk digs into the backs of your thighs.

A sharp inhale is all you manage before he lifts you effortlessly, his hands gripping your hips as he hoists you onto the desk.

He steps between your legs, crowding you, his breath hot against your lips. His hands spread over your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he tugs you forward, drawing you closer with a grip that’s firm, possessive. 

One hand drifts upward, sliding to the back of your neck, his fingers curling there as he tilts your head back slightly, deepening the kiss with a slow, consuming hunger.

“This is what you need, isn’t it?” Suguru murmurs against your mouth, his voice rough, thick with something dangerous. “Someone to take care of you for once?”

You nodded weakly in response, your breath hitching as you let his mouth roam yours.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly, and the low groan he lets out makes heat pool deep in your stomach. He presses himself between your legs, the firm drag of his body against yours making you gasp into his mouth.

Suguru breathes against your lips, his voice a low rasp as he rolls his hips into yours, just enough for you to feel how hard he is through the fabric of his slacks. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"

A soft whimper slips past your lips before you can silence it, your nails grazing his scalp as you clutch him closer. 

His response—a low, guttural mix of a groan and a growl—rumbles against you, sending a sharp jolt of heat through your body.

One of his hands slides up your thigh, slow and deliberate, his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin until he reaches the hem of your skirt. His touch is light, teasing, his fingertips barely skimming beneath the fabric before he grips the material and pushes it up, baring more of you to him.

"You’ve been running yourself ragged, haven’t you?" Suguru murmurs, his lips moving to your jaw, trailing heat along your skin as he speaks. "Taking care of everyone else while no one takes care of you."

His other hand stays firm at the back of your neck, keeping you exactly where he wants you as his lips drag lower, grazing over your pulse point before he nips at the sensitive skin just enough to make you gasp.

His fingers, deft and sure, find the first button of your blouse. He flicks it open with ease, then another, and another—each one undone with deliberate precision, as if savoring the act of peeling away the layers you’ve hidden beneath for so long.

"And all this time," he continues, his voice like silk laced with something darker, "you’ve been aching for someone to touch you like this."

You should push him away, should tell him this is wrong, but when his teeth scrape lightly against your throat and his fingers slide higher, your resolve shatters completely.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs, though his grip on you says he already knows you won’t.

Instead, you tilt your head back, baring your throat to him in silent invitation. A satisfied hum rumbles from his chest as his hand finally finds the heat between your legs, fingers pressing against the thin fabric covering you.

As he pops open the final button, the fabric parts, slipping from your shoulders as he slides the blouse down your arms, letting it pool behind you on the desk. 

His gaze darkens as he drinks you in, his thumb brushing against the newly exposed skin, tracing slow, lazy circles over your collarbone before dipping lower.

"Fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he feels how soaked you already are. His fingers flex, teasing over the damp fabric, and when you arch into his touch, he exhales a shaky breath. "You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?"

Your hips jerk instinctively, chasing the friction, but he pulls his hand back just enough to keep it out of reach.

"Be patient," Suguru murmurs, his lips brushing your ear as he presses down even further on your panties. "I’m going to make this so fucking good for you."

And when his fingers slip beneath the fabric, finding your bare skin, you realize—he’s going to ruin you.

A shaky breath stutters from your lips as he works you open, his fingers sinking deeper, curling just right. The sensation is almost too much, a slow, aching pleasure that makes your stomach tighten, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Does this feel good..?" He breathes against your mouth, his voice laced with something tender, something reverent. "Because you fuckin’ deserve it."

You barely register his other hand moving until you feel the warmth of his palm smoothing up your stomach, then higher, slipping beneath the lace of your bra. His thumb drags over your nipple, a soft, teasing brush that sends a shudder rolling down your spine.

You gasp into his mouth, your body arching into him as his fingers press deeper inside you, a slow, deliberate stroke that has your thighs trembling around his waist.

His fingers curl just right, pressing into that sweet, aching spot inside you, and the cry that leaves you is swallowed by his mouth as he kisses you deeper, his tongue sweeping over yours in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.

The slow, insistent roll of his fingers inside you has you spiraling, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, and when his thumb finds your clit, circling with just enough pressure, your breath stutters, a choked whimper slipping past your lips.

His thumb strokes over your nipple again, this time pinching lightly, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers, and the sensation sparks through you like a live wire. Your hands clutch at his broad shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as a sharp gasp escapes you. 

The dual sensation—his fingers working you open with slow, deliberate strokes while his other hand teases your breast—has your body arching into him, desperate for more.

Suguru chuckles, low and pleased, his lips brushing against your jaw. “So sensitive,” he murmurs, giving your nipple another slow roll between his fingers before soothing the sting with a warm, open-mouthed kiss against your throat.

Your head tips back against the desk, thighs trembling around his waist. “Suguru—” you gasp, a desperate plea wrapped in his name.

He groans in response, the sound low and wrecked, vibrating against your skin. His fingers retreat suddenly, leaving you empty, and you whimper at the loss. But before you can protest, he’s shifting, straightening up between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs caressing the side of your cheek, his voice thick and warm against your kiss-swollen lips. His fingers find the waistband of your underwear, hooking into it as he tugs the fabric down, his knuckles brushing against your thighs as he bares you to him.

His dark eyes flicker up to meet yours, filled with something deep, something hungry—but there’s tenderness there too, something almost reverent as he takes you in.

His hands smooth over your thighs, parting them further as he shifts between them, his own clothes rustling as he undoes his belt, his zipper—getting ready to help you where you need him most.

“‘M gonna take care of you,” he promises, low and fervent, his fingers curling around your thighs, hiking them up just a bit as he lines himself up. "Gonna make you feel so fucking good."

And then—he pushes inside, stretching you, filling you, tearing a gasp from your lips as your fingers claw at his shoulders.

His mouth finds yours again, swallowing your moans, his pace already deep, deliberate—like he’s set on making you feel every inch of him, making sure you know exactly what it means to be wanted.

Suguru’s grip tightens on your thighs as he lifts them higher, angling you just how he wants, and then—he drives into you, deep and unrelenting. 

Every roll of his hips knocks the air from your lungs, every deep, deliberate thrust sends another ripple of heat cascading through you.

You can barely think, barely breathe, your mind foggy with the heady mix of desire and disbelief—disbelief that this is happening, that you let it happen, that it feels so impossibly, devastatingly good.

Suguru groans low in his throat, his grip tightening, his fingers pressing bruises into your thighs as he holds you exactly where he wants you, giving you exactly what you needed. 

His lips brush against your jaw, his voice dark and hushed when he murmurs, "Not so bad for a parent-teacher meeting, hmm?"

The desk creaks beneath you, the sharp edge digging into your back, but you barely register it over the heat flooding your veins, over the way he stretches you, fills you, drags pleasure from you with every purposeful thrust.

Your fingers claw at his shirt, desperate to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensation. His name spills from your lips in a breathless gasp, your body arching into him, chasing more, more, more—

"That's it," he murmurs, voice rough, almost reverent. "Taking me so well."

His hands pull your legs even further up, deepening his angel, holding you open as he moves harder, faster, his breath hot against your cheek. The sharp, rhythmic press of him inside you has you unraveling, pleasure curling tight in your core, so close you can taste it, so close you can feel yourself slipping—

And then?

Well.

You never complained about going to parent-teacher meetings alone again.

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Hi can u do where pedro and reader were in a many year relationship but they broke up because of a fight and they reunite again

What We Lost, What We Found

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It had been years since you and Pedro had last spoken—years since the painful night when harsh words and a violent argument shattered the bond you once shared. Now, the autumn chill had returned, its crisp air carrying memories of times that both warmed and wounded you. As you walked down the familiar street toward the old café, your heart pounded with equal parts hope and anxiety. Every step was accompanied by the echoes of a past too heavy to forget, yet too precious to discard.

You pushed open the glass door of the café, its bell chiming softly as you entered. The familiar aroma of freshly ground coffee beans mixed with a hint of cinnamon and vanilla instantly transported you back to simpler days. There, sitting at a corner table by the window, was Pedro. He looked older now, with the lines of time etched on his face, but his eyes—those familiar deep, expressive eyes—sparked with the same intensity you remembered.

Pedro’s gaze lifted as you approached, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. The clatter of cups and quiet murmur of conversations fell away until only the sound of your racing heart remained.

"Hey," Pedro said softly, his voice carrying both the weight of regret and the warmth of welcome. "I wasn’t sure you’d come."

You paused just a few feet from the table, your eyes searching his for a trace of the man you once loved. "I—I needed to see you," you replied, your voice trembling slightly with unresolved emotion. "There are things we left unsaid, Pedro."

He gestured for you to sit, and as you slid into the chair opposite him, memories of laughter, shared secrets, and heated arguments played out in your mind. Pedro leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table as if bracing himself against the surge of old emotions.

"I know," he murmured, his eyes sincere. "Every day, I think about that night—the fight, everything I said. I’ve carried it with me, and I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you like that."

A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed hard before responding. "It wasn’t just that one night, Pedro. It was all the moments leading up to it—the silence after the storm, the distance that grew between us. We both made mistakes, and somewhere along the line, we lost our way."

He nodded slowly, the remorse evident in every line of his face. "I was stubborn, and I let my pride get in the way of what we had. I was so sure I was right, even when I was wrong. I’ve missed you, more than I can put into words."

The vulnerability in his confession softened the anger that had long simmered in your chest. "I’ve missed you too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I kept thinking about what could have been if we’d fought harder for us, instead of fighting each other."

Pedro’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he reached out, his hand hovering above yours. "Do you remember that day we spent by the river, just talking about everything? You laughed so hard that day, and I felt like the world was right, even if just for a moment."

A bittersweet smile tugged at your lips as you recalled that day—the carefree moments, the way he had looked at you like you were the only person in the universe. "I do," you said softly. "It felt like we could fix anything, as long as we were together. I thought love was enough."

"And maybe it is," Pedro said earnestly. "But love also needs trust, communication… the willingness to forgive. I let my pride block me from hearing your pain, and I’m so sorry for that."

The conversation paused as the distant sound of rain tapping against the window filled the silence between you. You could feel the tension slowly begin to ebb, replaced by the tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, the wounds of the past could be healed.

After a long moment, Pedro spoke again, his tone gentler this time. "I’ve spent these years trying to find a way back to us, to understand where we went wrong. I’ve talked to friends, read a lot of books… even seen a therapist. I needed to learn how to listen, to really hear you, even when I didn’t agree. I needed to learn to be better."

Your eyes searched his face, seeing the earnestness and effort in every line. "And have you found what you were looking for?" you asked, a mix of hope and skepticism in your tone.

Pedro smiled, a small, tentative curve of his lips that held both joy and sorrow. "I think I have. I realized that while I can’t change the past, I can work on building a better future. I want to try again, if you’re willing. I know I hurt you, and I know we both have scars now, but maybe we can learn to move forward, together."

Your heart fluttered, the weight of years of regret mingling with the possibility of redemption. "I want to believe that," you said, your voice trembling with cautious optimism. "I’ve thought about this so many times—the good times, the bad times. It wasn’t just you who lost your way. I made my share of mistakes too. I was stubborn, too, and I let my pride keep me from reaching out when I should have."

Pedro reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "Maybe we both needed this time apart to grow, to understand ourselves better. And maybe now, we can start over—not as the people we once were, but as two people who have learned from their past."

A tear slid down your cheek as you squeezed his hand gently. "It won’t be easy, Pedro. There are wounds that might never fully heal. But I believe that if we’re honest with each other, we can find a way."

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination and regret. "I promise, no matter how hard it gets, I’ll always be honest with you. I won’t let pride or fear come between us again."

The conversation continued for hours, shifting from recollections of shared memories to discussions about dreams and plans for the future. The rain outside turned into a steady downpour, mirroring the intensity of the emotions exchanged between you. Each dialogue piece felt like a brick laid down carefully, rebuilding a bridge that had once collapsed under the weight of anger and misunderstanding.

As the café began to empty and the night settled in, Pedro suggested taking a walk. "Let’s take a stroll by the river," he said softly. "I want to show you something."

Intrigued and hopeful, you agreed, and together you stepped out into the cool night. The city lights reflected off the wet pavement, creating a shimmering mosaic that seemed to echo the fractured beauty of your shared past.

Walking side by side in comfortable silence, you eventually reached the river. The water flowed steadily, a reminder that life continued its course regardless of the storms it encountered. Pedro stopped at a familiar spot—a bench that had seen many of your conversations, both lighthearted and intense.

Sitting down, Pedro turned to you, his gaze fixed on the rippling water. "Do you remember the promises we made here?" he asked, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "We said we’d never let the world break us. We promised that even if everything fell apart, we’d find a way to hold on to each other."

You nodded, the memories flooding back. "I remember. I remember feeling invincible when we were together, like nothing could harm us. But then reality hit, and we realized that love isn’t always enough to keep the darkness at bay."

Pedro’s expression softened, and he reached out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. "Maybe we were naive," he whispered. "But I still believe in the promises we made, and I believe in us. I want to try—really try—to rebuild what we lost. I want us to be stronger, to communicate better, and to forgive the mistakes of the past."

You looked at him, torn between the fear of being hurt again and the longing for what once was. "I want that too, Pedro," you admitted. "I want to believe that we can start anew, but I’m scared. Scared that we’ll fall back into the same patterns, that the hurt will return."

Pedro took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I’m scared too," he confessed. "But I promise you, I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I’m willing to work on my shortcomings, to listen more, and to ensure that we both feel heard and loved. I don’t want to lose you again."

The vulnerability in his words resonated deeply within you. "I know we can’t undo the past," you said softly, "but maybe we can create a future where we learn from it. I’m willing to take that chance if you are."

A long silence followed, filled only by the sound of the river and the quiet beating of your hearts. Finally, Pedro spoke again, his voice steady. "Then let’s take it one day at a time. Let’s rebuild our trust, step by step, until we find ourselves in a place where the pain no longer defines us. I want to be your safe haven, your partner in this journey of healing."

You nodded, a small smile breaking through the lingering sadness. "I’d like that. I want us to find our way back to each other, even if it means starting over from scratch. I want to trust again, to believe that love can conquer our fears."

Pedro stood up, gently pulling you to your feet. "Then let’s start now," he said. "Let’s make a promise to each other—to communicate, to listen, and to never let pride come between us again. We owe it to ourselves and to the love we once shared."

As you both embraced under the soft glow of the streetlights, the past, with all its scars and regrets, began to fade into the background. The future lay uncertain, but in that moment, you and Pedro chose hope over despair. The journey ahead would be filled with challenges, but with every honest word, every tear shed in understanding, you both felt the fragile bond between you strengthening.

In the days that followed, you met frequently, each encounter marked by long conversations, quiet walks, and shared moments of laughter and sorrow. Sometimes, you’d spend hours discussing the mistakes of the past, each dialogue serving as a stepping stone toward healing. Other times, you simply enjoyed the silence, the unspoken language of being together in the same space, allowing the wounds to mend naturally.

One rainy afternoon, as you sat together in Pedro’s living room—books and old photographs scattered around—the conversation took a reflective turn.

"You know," Pedro began, his tone thoughtful, "I used to think that fighting was a way to prove how much we cared. But now I realize that real care means knowing when to let go of anger and truly listen."

You nodded, sipping your tea. "I used to believe that our silence after a fight meant we were avoiding the truth. But maybe silence can also be a space to heal, to gather strength before we speak again."

Pedro looked at you, his eyes filled with genuine understanding. "I’ve learned so much since we parted ways. Not just about love, but about myself. I want to share all of that with you, to build something new on the foundation of who we are now, rather than who we were."

"And I want that too," you replied. "I want us to grow, to learn from our past, and to embrace every part of our journey—even the painful moments—because they led us here, to this chance at redemption."

A comfortable silence enveloped you both, punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of rain against the window. In that quiet, you both felt a shared promise—a commitment to move forward, no matter how difficult the path might be.

Over time, as the seasons changed and the scars of the past began to soften, you and Pedro discovered new layers in each other. The dialogue between you became a lifeline, a means to navigate the complexities of rebuilding trust and rediscovering love. Late-night talks turned into laughter-filled mornings, and every shared secret, every whispered promise, wove together a tapestry of resilience and hope.

One evening, as you walked along a tree-lined street bathed in the soft glow of twilight, Pedro stopped abruptly. He turned to you, his expression earnest. "I want to thank you," he said quietly. "Thank you for giving us another chance. I know it wasn’t easy for you, and I know there will be difficult days ahead, but I promise that every step we take together will be worth it."

You met his gaze, feeling the sincerity radiating from him. "Thank you, Pedro, for not giving up on us. I was afraid we’d become strangers, but here we are—still holding on, still fighting for what we believe in."

He smiled then, a warm, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "I guess we both had to relearn how to be together again. It wasn’t the easy way, but I think the struggles made us appreciate the good moments even more."

You squeezed his hand, your heart lighter than it had been in years. "Maybe this is our second chance—a chance to be better, to love deeper, and to understand each other in ways we never did before."

Pedro’s eyes shone with hope as he leaned in closer. "Let’s promise each other that no matter what, we’ll keep talking, keep listening, and keep loving. No more letting pride and anger come between us."

"Promise," you whispered, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that had long been absent.

And so, under the starry sky of that crisp evening, with the future uncertain yet full of promise, you and Pedro took your first true steps toward healing a love that had once been broken but was now mending—one honest conversation, one heartfelt dialogue, at a time.

In the quiet aftermath of your reunion, as the night deepened and the gentle murmur of the city lulled you both into a peaceful calm, you realized that every end could also be a beginning. The echoes of past fights and bitter goodbyes had faded into the background, replaced by the soft, steady cadence of renewed hope.

Your journey wasn’t over, and there would be more challenges ahead. But as you held Pedro’s hand and walked into the future together, you understood that love—true, honest, and resilient—was worth every risk, every tear, and every moment of vulnerability. And in that shared resolve, you found not just reconciliation, but a promise that the best chapters were still waiting to be written.