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spidybaby · 2 months

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Can I ask for part II of "Not the romantic type"? Please, I need Pedri getting some sense and realize that he did wrong😭😭

Not the romantic type | part two

Part one | Part Three

"Ferran!" Pedri yells, knocking violently on his friends door. "fuck, open the door."

"I'm literally with my mom on the phone, what the fuck do you want?" Ferran whisper, pulling him from his t-shirt and making him enter the room. "wait a damn minute."

Ferran says his goodbyes to his mother and sister. Sending them all the love. Pedri was passing around like crazy, phone in his hands texting frenetic.

"What's wrong?" Ferran asks, making him stop by grabbing his arm.

"I fucked up, I told her she was a bother and that my friends told me that I was an idiot because I was with her in a serious relationship and now we're done, she won't answer to me, to Fer, to no one and I can't think straight. This is my fault."

Ferran didn't understood one single thing, Pedri was talking at a very fast speed. "Qué?"

"She broke up with me, I have to go back to Barcelona." he walks over to the door, opening it to run to his room.

"Pedri, there's no way Xavi is allowing you to go back before the match." Ferran stops him, closing the door before he's out. "Wait, you just said that you called her a BOTHER?"

The way Ferran screams the word bother makes Pedri squint his eyes. He fucked up big time.

"I wasn't thinking, and I was mad at something not at her and that was out of the blue."

"Dude, I won't ever forget you if I was her, you literally just make her believe that everything she did for you was bothering you. Do you even understand that?"

He let out a scream, fist impacting against the door. Ferran can't even understand what is going on with him.

He punched the wooden door, once, twice and more until Ferran who was too stunned to react quickly stopped him.

"Joder, Pedri stop." he hug his body to make him stop. "Calm down, Pedri. Breath."

"I can't lose her." he says, angry at himself. "I have to go back."

"No, you're not leaving before the match. We cab calmly plan something that doesn't include you getting a thousands of euros fine for leaving the hotel and abandoning the team"

Ferran won't even let him speak, shutting him down and walking him to his room, he was tired and hurt due to the door thing.

He advised him to go to sleep, taking his phone with him to force him to actually rest. "Please, sleep, we have to play tomorrow."

He forced himself some sleep, not really wanting to keep thinking about his actions.

When the time of the match was getting closer and the team moved from the hotel to the stadium.

Xavi motivates the team with a speech. Asking the players to be strong and to play their best. He notices his eight was down and distracted.

"Pedri, don't be nervous. You will do amazing." He pats his back and walks with the technical team.

Pedri was not on his element, he felt so out of place, not sure how to work with the ball. "Pedri, let's go more up, Lewandowski is asking us to."

When they do, Pedri gets to stole a ball from the forward of Napoli, but his excitement was taken when the same forward tackle him.

He let it pass, noticing that the referee didn't even give a yellow. He tried his best to focus on stealing the ball and creating an opportunity to score or assist a ball.

When the second tackle came from the same player, again he found himself on the floor of the stadium.

He gets up from the floor, mad the other player is smirking like crazy. "Ve aprendiendo a jugar, hijo de puta." He push the player, making him fall. (Learn how to play, son of a bitch)

He wins his first yellow of the night. He laughs at the referee giving him a yellow for that but not a yellow to the other player for the tackle.

Frenkie protects him with his body, taking the midfielder from Napoli away from him. "Pedri, walk away now."

He respects Frenkie as a captain, doing what he's told he walks back with Koundé and Cancelo.

"Pedri, relax. You don't want to get a red."

A red card

If he gets red, that means he has to leave, and probably Xavi would send him to the hotel. Making him free to go back to Barcelona.

He just shakes his head, letting the game keep going. He tries his best to stay away from the forward of Napoli.

He never got more than a yellow in his career. Not being used to fight on the field, he leave that to Gavi.

But when the forward tries to make him fall, he knows this was not only about you anymore. This fucker has to learn.

He sees the opportunity, sliding to "catch" the ball away from the player, making him fall as his feet get tangled in the process.

The referee stops the game. Giving him his second yellow of the match. "Venga que él me ha tirado dos veces." He talks to the referee. (C'mon, he tackled me twice)

"Pedri, vamonos." Araujo pulls him by the arm.

But when another Napoli player decides to push him from the back, yelling at him for "hurting his forward," Pedri turns and push him too.

Araujo is doing everything in his power to keep the Napoli players away from the eight, Pedri got pulled by his shirt by the forward.

When he free himself and sees the ball he grabs it and does a very Koundé move and throws the ball at the players face.

The field looks like a WWE encounter, players yelling, and technical teams are already involved. He saw a red card, a referee pointing at him.

"Pero si lo hacen en todas las jugadas ellos." Cancelo yells, defending Pedri from the red.

He got pulled from the shoulders, turning to see Xavi. "Let's go, kid." He walks him to the tunnel and to the dressing room. "That mother fucker provoked you, don't worry. Take a shower and go back to the hotel. We can talk later." nodding and thanking Xavi, also apologizing for the red.

He shower before leaving to the hotel, running to his room to pick his things. He purchased the first flight he finds to go back.

He needs to go back, can't lose more time away. He's scared you won't take him back, he's mad that he even spoke to you in that way.

The way you whisper his name and the way your eyes were dulled, those shiny eyes he remember meeting when he was fifteen.

Back in Barcelona you're getting ready for a big presentation. You can't let this get you down.

People break up everyday, people stop loving each other, people sometimes hurt you that bad that you don't want to be near them.

People is he.

You love him with all your soul, he was always that person for you, your go to person, your everything is going to be fine person, but that was one sided.

You weren't that to him, he had friends who were more important than you. He had a family that loves him and visits him and you were alone.

He knows you're alone, he knows you can't just go home and have a prepared meal, a person to talk to, someone who can listen to you or hug you when you cry.

He was to you that person you could trust, that person you could cry to, that person who wasn't going to judge you.

But now you wonder if every time you call him about something making you happy, sad, angry were a bother to him, if every time you shared a goal with him, every time you went crying to him about being stressed or just sad were a bother.

Were your presence a bother to his family too? Were their hospitality fake? Were they just faking smiles?

Was he uncomfortable when you told him you love him? Was he uncomfortable with you when his friends were over and you were there? Was he uncomfortable with you all this time?

You can't help but cry yourself to sleep, feeling empty and alone. Being far from home is hard, being heartbroken with no one to talk to is hard.

While you rest on one side of Barcelona, he landed at the airport. Ferran scolded him for leaving without the rest.

Fer was waiting for him, he felt guilty about the breakup, he felt like a bad brother. He knew Pedri was fucking things up, he knew by the look on your face when you two were together.

He heard you two fight, he heard how Pedro treated you and talked to you like if you were nothing.

He never got into that, mostly because the only time he did Pedro ask him to stay out of it. He did, but every time he heard you two, he just put some music or put on a movie.

When he heard Pedro and his Tenerife friends talking him out of the idea of him taking you to Napoli, he just told his opinion about it being wrong.

Pedri wasn't a cheater, he couldn't do that to you and certainly he wasn't raised like that. But he also wasn't raised like the way he was treating you.

Most of the drive home is silent, the discomfort can be cut with a knife. Fer is not even making conversation with him about the red card.

"I need you to help me plan something." He talked so calmed like if everything is cool.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" Fer says, he's mad about the red, he knew he did it on purpose, he was mad about everything. "That red is just the crown of everything."

"Can you stop?" Pedri was annoyed, he's not a kid who needs to be scolded by his older brother. "Don't mind it."

"I've been not minding things for too long to keep myself quiet." He shouts, acting like a father. "You're such a fucking idiot, treating this girl like she's trash for God knows how long, when I told you that it was wrong you told me that it wasn't like that. Then you call me late at night and ask me to help you fix things but don't want me to mind it."

"Fernando, stop."

"No, I'm done with you. Honestly, I hope she doesn't take you back. She really deserves something better. She deserves so much better."

Pedro slams the door of the car as soon as they're home. He feels rage inside because of the words of Fernando.

On the inside, he knows that everything his brother shouts at him is true. He did treat you badly, he did hurt you in ways he didn't even mean, but he did.

Xavi texted him back after the news of him leaving to Barcelona, he informed his coach about him leaving, telling him that he needed a few moments to cool down and take on what he did, and Xavi agreed.

It was almost two in the morning, his plan was to go to your house and talk to you, fix things, and when you take him back, enjoy the day with you.

But something stopped him, he remembers that you had this big project presentation, and he can't fuck up things. He already mess things up. He doesn't need for you to be more mad at him than you already is.

He sleep more calmly than when he was in Napoli, he had a good feeling about the situation.

When the light hit the city, he woke up, ready to get you back and to be the best he could be with you. He has to be at the club after lunch, so he has time to go pick you up from college and to be with you.

You were happy that morning, you did an amazing presentation and you have a perfect grade.

"Hey, Y/n. We're going to go get some brunch, want to join us?" Your friend Pamela asks.

"Yes, I just have to go home to change and I'll see you guys there"

You hurry home, ready to change into your bikers and a t-shirt. The day was fresh, but the weather was unpredictable.

The doorbell sounding made you hurry with brushing your teeth, you thought it was the ups guy.

When you open the door you can feel the cold shiver running down your spine.

"Please, let me talk to you." He steps closer to you. "Let me fix things, amor."

You don't want to fight, you want to get this over with, for once you're not giving up on your feelings with him.

You move, letting him into your house. He feels confident at how you let him in, he knows he can fix things.

"Listen, I know I fucked things up, I know I'm an asshole and that you have all the right to be mad and to want to scream at me. Please just believe me when I say I want to fix myself for you, I haven't been a good boyfriend and you are the best thing I have, you don't even know how much I love you and how much I think about you when we're away.-"

You block the rest of his speech, you can't think of anything else but his own words. "Such a bother."

He hasn't been a good boyfriend, that is true. But you never once told him how much that did bother you because you didn't want him to feel the way you're feeling right now.

"I bought this for you." He hands you a bouquet of flowers.

You smile a little, how ironic.

"All this time, I always wanted you to give me some flowers and you had to lose me to give them to me." You laugh lightly, not wanting to cry.

"What?" He's confused. "But you never asked me for them."

"Exactly." You shrug. "I never did because I expected you to come see me with some. Not a bouquet, just one." You leave them on the table next to you. "But you never did."

His breathing became irregular, he's nervous. "Amor, I never knew you felt that way."

"I didn't mean to be a bother." You say, feeling like being fully honest to him. "I just wanted you to love me the way I love you. I just wanted you to support me the way I support you." You can't help but let some tears wet your cheeks. You wipe them away as you begin speaking again. "I know I can be too much sometimes, but I've always been so proud and happy for you, couldn't you be that with me?"

He can't think about something to say, he's hurt that you feel that way, hurt that he caused you to feel that way.

"I hope you understand that I can't be with you." You grab his hands. "I love you so much, you were my many firsts, my first love, my first time, my first thought in the morning, my first person to go to." You smile at the memories. "But I'm not the person you need, I can't pretend I'm fine just to keep you happy, I can't pretend your words don't hurt me when all I want to do is cry."

"Amor, I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't fix it." You step away from him. "I have to put myself first, I have to fix myself to even think about you again. Pedro, I love you but I have to love myself first."

You want to hug him, seeing his red tearful eyes, but you can't.

"You're so talented and amazing, amor mio." You smile to him. "And your career will blow much more than now, I'm so sure you're going to win a Ballon D'or and that so wanted champions league." You walk to your door, unsure if you want to open it. "And I'm sure you'll find someone who can grow with you and supports you all the way, cause you deserve that."

You open the door, moving to the side of it.

"I love you, and I hope you understand that what I'm doing is for the both of us. Have a nice life, Pedro. You deserve that as much as I do."

He's crying, tears wetting his face, heart breaking from all the feelings. "Can I hug you one last time?" He asks as he's almost out of the house.

You nod, opening your arms to him, his hands hug your waist. He's going to miss it, he's going to miss your smell, your hair, your body, you smile. You.

"Te amo, I'm sorry I'm not what you deserve."

"Te amo." You kiss his cheek.

You hand him something, and he keeps his hands closed. He walks away and enters his car.

He open his hand, his house key shining on his palm. It's done, he knows he can't fix it. He'll have to accept that you deserve better.

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turcott3 · 2 months

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matt rempe x juraj slafkovský x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, oral f and m receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, restraint, choking, and of course (can’t go without it) fluff <3

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“you ready to go?” matt asks as you finish thre final touches on your makeup.

“yep.” you smile turning to look at him, standing in the hotel bathroom doorway.

“god you look gorgeous.” he says, smirking, eyeing you up and down.

“thank you.” you blush, zipping up your makeup bag up. you and matt had been “talking” for about a month now, you grew more comfortable with him by the day and were honored that he invited you to come with him to this offseason training camp.

“come on baby.” he says lowly, intertwining your fingers, pulling the room door open.

“so we’re going to a restaurant with all of the guys in your group?” you ask.

“yes but i wouldn’t exactly classify it as a restaurant. its more of a bar club situation.” he giggles looking down at you as you stood and waited for the elevator.

“what if i think one of them is hot?” you joke, locking arms with him.

“then go for it, i won’t stop you.” he replies pushing the floor one button. a response you did not expect.

“oh that’s um- i was joking.” you laugh nervously.

“well i wasn’t.” he replies kissing you on the head. you furrowed your eyebrows, concerned that you had done something wrong but you can’t think of a time you’d give him a reason to question your intentions.

“oh okay.” you say, sticking to your joke. surely you weren’t gonna be eye balling another guy. you had googly eyes the first time you met matt, there was no way you could react that way to anyone else.

“i trust you.” he smirks turning his head to look down at you. you could’ve melted into the floor at the way his eyes practically stared into your soul. you walk out to the rental car and he opens your door for you, making sure you were in your seat before shutting the door behind you. you loved his gentlemanly gestures even with no actual commitment. it was like dreaming.

“it’s a short drive.” he states, staring at the directions on his phone.

“i won’t drink.” you reply.

“me either.”

“okay then maybe i’ll have like one or two.” you giggle as he leans over the console pressing a kiss to your lips.

“yes, enjoy yourself okay?” he asks, his face inches away from yours, eyes locked on his.

“i will.” you reply, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“you’re so pretty.” he smirks, pecking your lips one last time before putting the car in drive.

like he said before, the drive was short. you two entered the building together, his arm holding you close to his side. it was crowded and the music was loud. quickly, you found yourselves hanging around some of the guys he befriended during the first few days of camp, getting to know them as you sipped on a drink. you being a decent lightweight, you were tipsy off the one drink and decided to cut yourself off. you enjoyed this feeling. tipsy but coherent and capable of controlling yourself, however, you cared a little less about the judgement you’d receive acting out.

“matt, can we dance? let’s go dance.” you beg holding onto his hands, pulling lightly.

“we’ll be back.” he giggles to the boys, allowing you to guide him into the crowded dance floor. the music blared as you turned your back to the boy, his hands running down your waist as you grinded back on him shamelessly, his grip on your body tightening occasionally. you grabbed onto his wrists, directing his hands onto your tits. he squeezed lightly over the fabric of your dress, a moan leaving your throat involuntarily.

“stop before i fuck you right here in front of all these people.” he groaned in your ear. you could feel him hardening through the fabric of his pants.

“so tempting.” you reply, turning around and running your hands down his chest and attaching your lips to his.

out of the corner of your eye you saw someone. tall, muscular, brunette, bright smile. you turned your head to get a better look as you hugged the side of your head to his chest. the guy looked straight out of a magazine. chiseled jaw line, defined cheek bones, hair that fell on his forehead effortlessly in the perfect places, you could hardly believe he was even real.

“matt.”

“yeah?” he asks looking down at you.

“i’m gonna go…. get another drink.”

“okay,” he pauses, “talk to a guy, i know that’s why you’re walking away right now.” he whispered with a devious smirk on his face.

“stop.” you shoved him with a red face as he chuckles, turning his attention to one of his friends. you approach the guy who was now standing alone at the bar.

“and who are you? i feel like i know who you are.” you state.

“it’s juraj, and you are?” he replies with a thick accent.

“y/n. it’s nice to meet you, where are you from? your accent is fucking gorgeous.”

“no the pleasure is mine, you are beautiful. and thank you, i’m from slovakia.” he smiles, looking you up and down.

“so you here for that hockey thing?” you ask not even hiding the blush that crept up onto your cheeks, taking a sip of whatever drink you were handed by the bartender.

“yeah actually i am. it’s been a little lonely you know.” he replies, his eyes shimmering in the dim light.

“i would’ve thought you had a girlfriend.”

“oh no no, can’t really say i’ve been looking. a hook up would be nice from time to time though.” he laughs.

“yeah i bet.”

“you know matt?”

“rempe?”

“yeah, him.”

“yeah i’ve met him, he seems cool.”

“we’ve been talking for a while, he’s been great you know?” you say turning to look at matt, who had girls circling him, yet he paid no mind.

“would you wanna like, go somewhere or….. it’s just a bit loud. there’s a lot going on in here, not private.”

“i think we’re good here, unless you can’t hear.” you hesitate. you remembered what matt had told you earlier but it was hard to break your habit.

“you’re good, i don’t wanna like pressure you or anything.” he says motioning his hands apologetically.

“oh were you- oh juraj, i’m like talking talking to matt.” you reply, scratching your head

“and?” he smirks, his intention was clear.

he wanted to fuck you, and you couldn’t say you weren’t on the same page.

“i mean maybe we could, do something.” you reply, playing with the hem of your dress.

“what’d you have in mind?” he asks, stepping closer, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“y/n.” you hear to your left.

matt.

“oh hey matt, i was just gonna come looking for you. this is juraj.”

“yeah we’ve met before.” he chuckles, dapping him up. compared to how large matt was, juraj wasn’t far off. he was sizable.

“so, babe, juraj was wanting to come back with me tonight and i was wondering if that was okay?” you ask, toying with the seam of his shirt. he turns to juraj and you practically see a lightbulb go off over his head. he nodded at the slovak boy with a smirk, dapping each other up once again. you wished you could speak their language fluently but you were assuming you translated correctly.

“we should go now huh?” matt asks, wrapping an arm comfortably around your waist. you simply nod in reply and matt begins to guide you out of the building as you held onto juraj’s finger behind you. you found your way back out into the car and prepared for a probably silent drive home.

“will you go in the bathroom baby? just give us one second.” matt asks with puppy eyes.

“y-yes?” you replied as the boy handed you a bag from victoria’s secret you had never seen before.

“go change.” he mumbled in your ear, kissing your cheek briefly. you looked inside the bag briefly before hesitantly walking to the bathroom. you removed the tissue paper and pulled out a beautiful white lingerie set, the same one you’d been eye balling since your birthday a few weeks prior. you pulled it out of the bag, eyeing the gorgeous lace detailing and delicate rhinestones that lined the cups.

“okay.” you say, hyping yourself up in the mirror. you loved how expensive you felt.

you hear light knocks on the door.

“come in?” you said, adjusting the straps. matt opens the door and goes big eyed.

“what? is it ugly? do i lo-“

“you look fucking delicious.” he replies, licking his bottom lip before grabbing your face with his hands and crashing your lips together.

“what were you guys talking about?” you ask pulling away.

“guidelines.” he replies, twirling a strand of your hair.

“what kind?”

“it’s not really anything, i mostly just asked that he was out of here by early morning.” he giggles.

“oh… okay.” you blush.

“go out there and get comfortable with him okay? i’m gonna shower real quick. i wreak of liquor. some bitch at the bar spilled his drink on me.” he giggles brushing his hair out of his face.

“okay, don’t be too long, i’ll miss you.” you say biting your lip.

“i won’t be.” he replies kissing you. you leave the bathroom shutting the door lightly behind you. you reveal yourself to the boy who sat scrolling on his phone, shirtless.

“oh wow look at you.” he smiles putting his phone face down on the side table.

“you like?” you reply, doing a full spin.

“you look gorgeous.” he smiles as you place your hands on his shoulders. his hands placed lightly on your hips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, locking eyes with you.

“juraj, we’re about to be fucking, yes you can kiss me.” you laugh. he grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger connecting your lips with his. his lips were soft and sweet with the taste of his mint lip balm. your tongue plunging into his mouth, opening just like an automatic door. the kiss sent you spiraling. you sunk onto his thigh, clenching at the sensation of his thigh against your already sensitive core. your body jerked involuntarily, begging for friction. his hand lightly wraps around your neck, creating pressure on the sides and you grab onto his wrist. you begin grinding your hips on his thigh, moving in circles, your blood rushing straight to your clit.

“oh fuck.” you whisper locking eyes with him.

“you gonna fuck yourself on my thigh huh?” he grunts and you nod, his hand limiting the movement of your head.

“better be quick, he’s gonna be done soon.” he smirks as you speed up. your legs squeezed around his thigh as your rubbed against him, leaving a puddle of your wetness on his thigh, the thin fabric of your panties doing absolutely nothing to stop the sensation. you begged for your first climax, probably of many. he let go of your neck, you head crashing into his shoulder. his hand found his way into your hair as you crept closer to your climax.

“j.” you whined as his other arm wrapped around you.

“you gonna cum for me pretty girl?” he cooed in your ear.

“uh huh.” you reply with a moan, your legs shaking around his thick thigh, soaked in your climax. your chest rose up and down heavily as he rubbed your back gently.

"so so good." he whispers. you sit up reconnecting your lips before you hear the water stop running. you stand up from his lap, embarrassed at the sight below you.

"oh my god let me clean you up." you panic scrambling for your towel from the previous night.

"hand it to me i got it. get in bed, i'll be with you in a second." he states giggling at your embarrassment. he wipes his leg clean of you and removes his shorts, climbing into bed next to you. you rubbed your legs together, still horny as ever.

"so anxious." he whispered running a hand over your stomach, sucking on the skin of your neck. you tugged on his soft hair as he littered your neck with kisses. you heard the lock click and see matt turn the corner, his white towel not hiding the print of his thick cock.

"i see you got cozy." he giggles staring at the two of you on the bed.

"oh yeah for sure." you reply giving him a thumbs up, juraj chuckling next to you as he slides his boxers off.

"come sit." matt says undoing his towel. you scoot to the edge of your bed sitting on your knees.

"wanna use that pretty little mouth for me princess?" matt says with a smug look, sliding two fingers into your mouth. you sucked his fingers confidently before he retracted them, using your saliva to rub himself hard, which wasn't a difficult task.

"get on the ground. god, i want in those gorgeous lips of yours." he requests, placing a pillow on the ground for your knees, which you gladly comply and take him into your hands. you spat on his dick rubbing it in, glistening in doing so. you made contact with his tip, running your tongue over the sensitive head.

"fuck." he sighs, pulling your hair out of your face. you ran your tongue along the veins of his hard shaft, loving the taste of him in your mouth just like always. you bobbed your head up and down with the help of your hands before he pulled you off of him.

"wh-"

"it's not just me your mouth is taking care of honey." he interrupted, nodding to the boy who'd rubbed himself hard at the sight of you. your jaw dropped at the size of his dick. it was long and thick, you were overwhelmed enough by matt's alone. how on earth were you going to make it through this?

you climbed onto the bed and met slaf at his side. you took him into your hand, praying in some way you could handle this. matt climbed on the bed behind you and laid back, enjoying the view. you spat on your hand, working your saliva into the skin of his cock. you took him into your mouth, running your tongue in circles around his tip as you continued jerking him off with your hands. you ran your tongue up and down his shaft before taking him back into your mouth, sucking in your cheeks pulling him out with a pop. you felt matt pull your hair out of your face, keeping your lips on his dick. you opened your mouth back up for him this time with assistance. carefully, matt pushed your head down. taking more and more of juraj's dick into your mouth. you could only make it half way on your own but you had already passed that point. your eyes began to water as you reached closer to the base of his cock, gagging, gripping onto his thigh.

"god such a good girl." slaf groans before matt lets go of your hair and you pull him out of with a cough, spit webbing from your mouth. you laughed as you wiped the tears that spring loose.

"i didn't think i could do that." you say turning to matt.

"well it was fucking hot." juraj interjects leaning up slightly.

"lay on his chest for me baby." matt says kissing you deeply. you positions yourself in between slaf's legs, laying your back on his chest. matt spread your legs apart and ran a hand up your thigh. slaf grabs hold of both of your hands, pulling them above both of your head, his grip on your wrists firm. he wrapped his free arm around your waist snuggly as matt removed your thong.

"god i've been wanting to do this all fucking day." matt smirks licking his lips before diving between your legs. his tongue made intense contact with your clit, a sensation you'd been wanting since you arrived back at the hotel.

"oh my god." you yelped, clenching your fists. you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet for the sake of your neighbors. if there was one thing matt loved in this world, it was eating you out.

"you taste so good sweetheart." he says leaning his head up as he easily slides two fingers into you. you squrimed in the brunettes grip as your thighs squeezed matt's head lightly.

"juraj please. please let go, i need something to-fuck." you moan squeezing your eyes shut, you buck against matt's face fighting slaf's grip on you.

"you gonna come princess? soak his face y/n. fucking drench him." he eggs you on in your ear lowly.

"j please, i need my hands." you beg, running out of breath. he releases your hands and immediately one finds its way into matt's hair between your thighs and the other gripping harshly on juraj’s thigh. you avoided finishing yet but the task was becoming increasingly difficult until you couldn't take it anymore. a yelp was released from your throat as you snapped into your climax.

"baby he's not even fucking you yet and you're fucking drenching his face." slaf giggles as matt backs away, his face drenched in your cum. your eyes full of daze, you sit up and attack him in a kiss.

"you're so fucking hot." matt says pulling away breathlessly.

"which one of us do you want first? we can take turns with that pretty little pussy huh?" matt laughs darkly, wiping his face with his arm.

"i want him." you say turning to slaf. his eyes lit up as he stands up out of bed.

"can i suck you while he fucks me?" you ask matt, linking your hands together, smiling at him with hopefully eyes.

"of course baby." he smirks, kissing your lips lovingly. you climb onto the corner of the bed, getting on all fours. matt rounds the corner and stands in front of you as slaf lays a light hand on your ass, running his cock through your soaking folds.

"so fucking wet for me." he says as matt jerks himself off in front of you, licking your lips waiting to have him back into your mouth. juraj pushes into your tight pussy from behind you slowly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at his size.

"fuck." you moan as he bottoms out.

"so tight around me." he says retracting his hips at a sinfully slow speed. his thrusts were deep and long, sending you into a spiral of uncontrollable moans. the way his cock effortlessly hit your cervix drove you mad as he snapped his hips, the skin of your ass slapping against him.

"oh my fucking god." you say as he picks up his speed. his grip on your hips became harder.

"such a good girl taking him so well." matt says just above the volume of your moans.

"open up for me." he continues, placing a finger under your chin to look up. he pushes his cock back into your mouth, the vibration of your moans making him impossibly hornier. the feeling of juraj stretching you out while you sucked in matt’s dick like a lollipop left you wondering if there was ever a time where you felt this overwhelmed, but in the best way.

“oh my god.” you moaned with muffled words as slaf picked up his speed, you helping by fucking yourself onto him. the sound of skin slapping practically drowned out your moans, spit dripping down your chin as you gagged on matt’s cock. you found the strength to lift an arm and pull him out of your mouth.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you tell, lazily jerking off the poor boy in front of you.

“i’m getting close.” the slovak grunts from behind you, pulling your hips onto him as he drills into you even deeper than before. the line in your abdomen snaps as an orgasm washes over your body.

“fuck fuck fuck.” you hear him groan as he spills his warm seed deep into you, fucking all the way through both of your climaxes, his thrusts became slow and lazy as you both ran out of breath. he pulls himself out of your throbbing core.

“look at that, fucking hell.” he scoffs, running a finger through the mess between your legs as you catch your breath.

“open up sweetheart.” he requests and you do as your told, sucking his finger clean of the salty fluid. you sat up on your knees beckoning matt over to you.

“i wanna taste you.” you beg and he smirks. you take him into your hand, rubbing your finger over the sensitive part of his head, putting in effort to get him there just like you had been. you felt his cock twitch in your hand as he spewed his seed onto your face. you licked the liquid that had dripped onto your lip gladly, using your fingers to wipe up some more and suck your fingers clean.

“hold still pretty girl. let me clean you up.” matt laughs grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, wiping it from around your eyes.

“such a good girl taking him like that, so so good princess.” he smiles at your as he holds your chin to keep your eyes on him. you grew tired as your body came down from your high, your eyes fluttering shut.

“you can’t go passing out on us yet honey, we’re not done with you.” he smirks pressing a kiss you your lips. you were exhausted but couldn’t get enough of these men.

“lay down for me baby. i know you’re tired, take a breath.” he continues and you do as you’re told. you lay back on a mountain of pillows, glaring at the two boys eyeing you.

“matt,” you say practically in a whisper and he climbs over you, “want you in me.” you finish.

“dont worry princess we’re getting there.” he smirks before pushing his cock into your coated pussy without warning.

“oh my god.” you huff out, locking eyes with him as he thrusts deeply into you, stretching you out just like before. this was a feeling that was intoxicating. you could never get used to it.

“such a tight little pussy huh? you like it when i fuck you like this don’t you?” he asks as you lock your legs around his hips.

“yes fuck yes.” you moan, your voice growing raspy at the strain you felt in your vocal chords. he pounded deeper into you than you ever could’ve imagined, attaching your lips as an attempt to quiet your moans.

“gonna wake up the neighbors pretty girl.” slaf chuckles standing next to you, jerking himself off at the sight of you getting annihilated by matt. you reach out your arm without looking, taking juraj’s dick into your hand, pumping him with decent pressure. you were surprised you could focus on multiple things considering your pussy was getting drilled into by a 6’7 monster of a man, you were honestly impressed with your ability to function.

matt breaks the kiss away focusing more on his speed now. you pull slaf’s hand wanting to bring him closer to you, putting his saliva-soaked cock back into your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks out taking him all the way, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft on the way out. a galaxy began to form behind you eyelids at the boy pile driving you between your legs but you persisted on, twirling your tongue around the tip of the hockey player’s dick. you pulled away, grabbing harshly onto matt’s shoulder as you felt pressure in your stomach that you hadn’t felt before.

“holy fuck.” matt says slowing down and pulling out as your spewed liquid all over him. he looks down at himself in shock before laughing.

“what happened?” you asked leaning up.

“you just fucking squirted.” he scoffs.

“i did?”

“yes and it was fucking hot.” slaf says, leaning down and connecting your lips again.

“fuck you’re so perfect.” matt says pushing himself back inside you, quickly returning to his previous pace. he wasn’t able to go for long before you felt it again but this time he fucked you right through it.

“jesus need a fucking flood warning over here.” he grunts, pounding into you continuously.

“matt fuck i’m gonna cum.” you whine as he dips his head low, his hair tickling your face. your vision goes black as you tighten around him, your grip on his shoulder loosening instantly.

“such a good girl, you’re doing so good baby.” he grunts fucking you all the way through your high into his own, coating your walls with his milky seed. his thrusts slow down quickly, him growing lethargic with every thrust.

“so so beautiful.” he says keeping his cock deep inside you as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“fuck i can’t believe we just did that.” you giggle with the little energy you had left as matt joins your right side.

“i’m surprised we got no noise complaints.” slaf giggles joining you on your free side.

“so?” matt asks you.

“that was fucking incredible.” you scoff, almost wanting another go round but you know you couldn’t handle it. you nuzzled to matt’s side, his thumb running back and forth on your side.

“well thanks for tonight guys it was great, i feel like it’s probably good if i go back to my room.” the slovak says picking up his clothes, scratching the back of his head.

“thanks for coming bro.” matt says dapping him up just like he had at the bar.

“yeah of course.”

“juraj wait.” you say sitting up, matt’s hand dropping to the side of your ass.

“what is it?” he asks and you beckon him over.

“nothing i just wanted to say bye.” you say sitting up, tugging the boy down by his shirt to kiss him one last time, not lingering too long.

“bye sweetheart,” he smirks, grabbing his phone and exiting the hotel room. you and matt laid in silence under the covers for the next hour or so before you drifted off to sleep in the boy’s arms.

“huh?” you groan being woken up with a kiss.

“good morning pretty girl, it’s 10. i figured i should wake you up.” matt says lowly, brushing hair out of your face.

“morning.” you reply sweetly, sleep lingering in both of your eyes.

“last night was crazy.”

“yeah it was.” you giggle in reply.

“if i asked you, would you be all mine?”

“what do you mean?”

“like, god okay don’t laugh at me this is gonna be a little cheesy, would you please make me the happiest guy ever and let me have all of you? i know it has only been like a month but you are literally my oxygen. i’m fucking obsessed with you.” he says truthfully and you smile pressing a kiss to the boys lips.

“i’d love nothing more than to be all yours matthew rempe.” you reply as he pulls you to his chest.

“my babygirl.” he whispers, running soft fingers through your hair as you fight the urge to drift off to sleep again.

“would you be open to doing last night again?” you ask after some moments of silence.

“oh fuck yes.” he replies and the two of you giggle, spending the rest of the day wrapped up in each other.

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eras of us (2) II Ona Batlle x Reader

part 1 I masterlist I word count: 2662

a/n: the second and final part to eras of us with the promised happy ending, enjoy. <3

Barcelona had changed since Onas departure. Or at least it felt like it. She had been such an integral part of your daily life that you constantly found yourself longing for her presence in every situation. Every time you went to training, you were painfully reminded that you were without your best friend.

Time and time again, you tried to convince yourself that this was a decision that every football player would have to make at some point in their career. Still, you could not shake the weird mix of feelings that her transfer had created.

Of course, your team mates noticed that your mood had changed.

After a particular hard training in the Catalonian sun, Leila took you aside before you could disappear into the dressing room: “Ona… she misses you.“

You frowned at her, not sure where the conversation about Ona had come from. “Oh, sure. I think Ona seems very happy on the recent pictures she’s been posting.“, you replied and tried to push past Leila.

Mapi passed the two of you and gave you a wink: “Looks can be deceiving.“

“Listen to her. She’s got that tattooed.“, Leila grinned.

You rolled your eyes. As if anyone could miss the tattoo on Mapis throat.

“Yeah, I know what I’m talking about.“, Mapi laughed, stopping right next to you.

Shaking your head about your two team mates, you heaved a deep sigh: “But what am I supposed to do?“

A mischievous smirk appeared on Leilas face as she reached into the pocket of her warm-up jacket. She handed you a small envelope.

“No worries. Here is your ticket to Manchester and your return ticket to Barcelona.“

Speechless, you just stared at her and Mapi for a few seconds. How long had they planned that?

“You girls are insane!“, you finally exclaimed.

“No, we’re the best.“, Mapi corrected you.

“Thank you!“ You hugged both of them quickly, an inexplicable smile on your lips.

“Yeah, just remember to names us as team mates of the year.“, Leila joked.

You laughed: “I promise I will.“

“But now go before you miss your flight.“, Leila said, moving out of your way.

“Okay, got it. See you two soon!“, you called, hurrying into the dressing room to take a quick shower and race home to pack your suitcase.

“Good luck!“, Mapi shouted after you.

Smiling, Leila watched you disappear into the dressing room while wiping away an imaginary tear: “Our children grow up so fast.“

Alexia who had suddenly appeared next to Mapi, shook her head: “Leila, not all the gays in the team are your children.“

“It feels like they are.“

A few hours later you were at your best friend’s new home in England. Quickly you went up the stairs, feeling slightly breathless once you reached the right floor before you ringed the bell next to her surname plate.

Onas’s jaw dropped when she opened the door to her appartement in Manchester to see you standing there in flesh and bone:” Hello?”

“Oni, hi.”, you greeted her back, feeling your heart pound heavy against your chest at the familiar sight of her.

Still stunned she blinked: “You.”

“Yes, it’s me.”, you replied, running one hand through your hair, the other rested on the suitcase.

“What are you doing here?”, the defender furrowed her brows.

“I’m sorry how I reacted when you were saying you’d leave.”, you apologized, while looking guiltily down to your feet.

Hearing these words, Ona clenched her teeth:” It doesn’t matter.” But you could tell from her reaction that this was a lie.

“And Leila said you missed me.”, you added biting your lip as you spoke.

“Maybe I did. You’re my best friend.”, she confessed. Lifting your head to face her again, you realized that the English weather made her look paler, but the freckles were still there.

Rather childish you responded: “Still? You seem pretty happy in Manchester now.”

Before answering your question, the United player showed you the old friendship bracelet you’ve made for her all those years ago and she was wearing even now although it did look old: “Still. And I’m happy here. The team and the coaches trust me.”

“That’s great. I’m glad they recognize your talent, you deserve it, Oni.”, you told her in an honest tone.

“Thank you. Uhm.. do you want to come in?”, Ona asked you, tousling shily through her bun.

“Sure.”, you nodded nervously while entering her appartement.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting a visitor.”, she blushed as you were taking in the view.

“It’s fine. Really.”, you reassured her. Glancing at the framed pictures which were not hanging up, yet you pointed to them:” Do you want to hang up the pictures?”

“Actually, yes.”

Meanwhile you were holding the first photo in your hands, you couldn’t help but to smile at the young girls which were pictured, celebrating a team win:” I love this one.”

“Oh, me too.”, the defender admitted.

“We all look so small on it, well Aitana still is.”, you commented grinning.

Seeming relaxed, Ona showed you another picture: “Yes, we do but this one is my favourite.”

You knew the photo well, it was taken after your first game for the Barcelona senior team and you spotted your best friend in the stands and went in to hug her, this moment forever being captured by the photographer on the pitch for which you were both grateful:” Mine too, you paused for a second before continuing seriously, we share a lot of memories together, hopefully to many more.”

2023

You could hardly explain to yourself how quickly the time had passed. One moment you spontaneously flew over to Manchester, the next you already found yourself in Australia at the tournament that you had anticipated for so long.

Playing in the World Cup was one thing, but you would never have dreamed of winning the trophy. It still felt surreal. You had just won the World Cup Final against England.You saw Ona walking towards you with a wide grin on her face.

“Ona, we won!“, you cheered.

She wrapped her arms around you: “We did.“

“I can’t believe it yet.“ You escaped her embrace and took in the atmosphere of the stadium and the celebration of your team mates.

Ona stood beside you. “It’s insane, right?“

“Definitely.“

The words hung between you for a few seconds as you watched on.

Ona shook her head suddenly, smiling to herself like she had just realized what had happened in the previous ninety minutes: “We’re World Champions.“

“Oh yes. Remember when…“, you started.

Aitana joined you, placing one arm around each of you and finished your sentence: “We pretended we won the World Cup? Yes.“ With smirk she added: “Do you still know the choreo?“

Onas face dropped: “You’re not going to do that at the actual World Cup!“

“Come on, Tana, we’ll do it.“, you said decisively, pulling the midfielder with you.

There was a small routine of dance moves that you had practiced when you had still played at La Masia together and the actual World Cup felt like millions of years away. Sometimes those dance moves would come out to celebrate a particularly special goal but mostly, they were reserved for exactly this moment.

“Coming!“, Aitana joined you while Ona just shook her head.

Olga elbowed the defender in the side, watching you and Aitana dance in synchrony: “Ona, what are they doing?“

“Being idiots.“, she laughed.

At the same time, Aitana managed to pull her phone from somewhere to capture the moment in a selfie.

“Come on, the photo isn’t complete without you!“, you called over to her.

Ona rolled her eyes with smile: “Ugh, fine. But only for one photo.“

“Perfect.“, Aitana commented as Ona appeared between the two of you.

“Did it turn out cute?“, Ona asked, leaning over to see her team mates phone screen.

“It did.“

The celebrations continued the whole night. There was the initial celebration at the pitch which was then moved to the dressing room and lastly to the hotel. You had no idea what time it was or how many drinks you had but you were clinking your glass with the other players and yelling over the sound of the music: “Cheers, everyone!“

“Cheers, children.“, Alexia laughed, taking her sip from her own drink. She seemed way too sober for your liking.

“Ale, others are the children now.“, you explained to her with the most seriousness you could muster.

Jenni took a shot, grimaced and then said: “You’re still our children.“

“Exactly, nothing will ever change that.“, Alexia said with a gently smile.

“That’s embarrassing.”, Onas’s cheeks turning redder than before.

You were sitting in her lap and hid your face in her chest:” Agreed.”

“What are you doing?”, your friend asked giggling.

“Hiding from embarrassment.”, you mumbled into her shirt.

“So cute.”, Jenni hummed, who didn’t stop looking at you two.

“Let us alone!”, Ona begged the older woman.

She shook her head decisively:” No.”

“Please.”, you tuned in.

Clearing her throat Alexia got up from her seat:” Jen, time to leave the young lovers alone.”

“Fine.”, Jenni responded with a groan but nonetheless listened to what the younger midfielder said.

“Come on.”, the Barcelona player winked at the dark-haired woman.

For a moment you and your best friend watched them leaving, before you turned around to question her, wearing a mischievous smile on your lips:” What do we do now with them gone, Oni?”

“Celebrate?”, the defender replied grinning.

“Yes!”, you nodded excitedly.

“But you had enough to drink.”, she noted with a laugh.

“Rude!”, you protested.

“It’s true.”, Ona observed.

Smiling mildly at you Aitana came to help her argument:”It’s.”

“See?”

“You two are no fun.”, you grumbled.

“I mean it’s a once in a lifetime thing.”, Ona remarked as she watched you joining the rest of players who were still dancing despite the exhausting final.

Amused Aitana was taking a seat next to the defender:” How does y/n still have the energy to dance though.”

“It’s the alcohol.”, she replied with an eyeroll.

“Definitely. Wanna bet she’s sleepy in like ten minutes?”, the midfielder asked smiling.

“Oh definitely.”, Ona nodded. She couldn’t keep her eyes off you. The soon to be Barcelona player was astonished at how effortlessly and elegant your dance moves despite your tipsiness.

Aitana’s prediction turned out to be true. With a little bit of help from Ona you reached the hotel room you two were sharing. Your eyes were already closed when your head hit the pillow:” I’m not tired yet.”

“Oh sure, I can tell. Good night, y/n.”, she chuckled.

“You too, love you.”, you replied about to fall asleep.

Suddenly Onas’s heart felt pounding hard against her chest when the defender pressed a kiss on your forehead:” I love you too.” She often told you how much she loved you but this time the words hit differently. It dawned on the player that she didn’t want you like a best friend. No the woman felt the urge to be your lover.

2024

“Aitana, I fell in love with my best friend.”, Ona confessed to Aitana with a heavy air of meaning.

A small smile was forming on the midfielder’s lips: “I know.”

“What do you mean you know?”, she glanced at her confused.

“There were so many moments in the past.”, Aitana began.

Still shocked Ona interrupted her:” I only realized it during the world cup final.”

“In that case you’re very late to the party.”, the friend answered, her face couldn’t hide her amusement.

Bewildered, Ona exclaimed: “Tana!“

The midfielder just shrugged casually: “It’s true.“

“Oh, is it?“, Ona raised an eyebrow at her.

“Ask Ale and Jenni… and Mapi… and Leila. You could literally ask anyone in the team.“, Aitana chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter anyway.“

Aitana eyed her team mate carefully: “It does matter.“

Ona shook her head with a deep sigh: “No, you don’t get it. She told Ale that she doesn’t fancy me and wouldn’t go for her best friend.“

“Wasn’t that forever ago?“, Aitana asked, seemingly unimpressed.

“It was after our training… I feel so stupid…“

“She didn’t have an easy time here when you were in Manchester, Ona.“

“It wasn’t easy for me either.“, the defender admitted.

Aitana looked at her thoughtfully: “Maybe it’s time to talk to each other.“

Ona was quite for a moment before she nodded: “You’re right. Y/n and I need to talk.“

“You should.“

She pulled her friend into a quick hug. “Goodbye, Tana.“

“Bye, Ona.“

Of course, you were paired with Ona to share a room at Barcelonas next away game. Something must have conspired against you. Or Alexia had a hand in this. Ona and you hadn’t exchanged a single word since Alexias intervention after training a few days ago.

Of course, the silence in the hotel room was obnoxious. But you had no interest in changing that.

Ona was the first one to give in, sitting on the bed on her side of the room: “Y/n, stop ignoring me, please.“

“Bold coming from the person who ran away.“, you retorted. You refused to even look at her and instead focused on putting away your clothes.

“I didn’t run away!“

Slowly, you turned to her: “Yes, you did. When Ale talked to me about us.“

You expected her to object but she just looked at you with pleading eyes: “Please, can you just listen to me?“

You sighed reluctantly: “Alright.“

“Thanks.“

“So?“, you prompted her impatiently as soon as she stopped talking.

“Y/n…“

“Yes?“

You could tell that Ona struggled to get the words out but the suspense was almost killing you.

“I like you.“, she finally said.

“More than a best friend?“, you asked, surprised by how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Yes.“, Ona nodded.

You shook your head. Your gaze directed towards the ground, you whispered: “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.“

Ona had gotten up from the bed and bridged the gap between you two. Her hand gently found your cheek, forcing you to meet her eyes. She was so close, you could count the freckles on her face.

“Can it really ruin our friendship if we both want it?“, she asked quietly.

You slowly shook your head: “No, probably not…“

“I think we should try it.“

For the first time, your brain was silent. There was no counterargument you could think of. There was just your heart hammering in your chest.

“Agreed.“, you breathed.

And before you knew it, your lips were on your best friends. Ona hummed into the kiss, pushing harder against you and parting your lips with her tongue.

It knocked you off balance. You landed on your bed, Ona on top of you. You both giggled but refused to remove your lips from each others.

“Oh. My. God. Finally!“, Mapis voice called out, startling you.

“Mapi!“, you yelled at the exact same time, looking at your team mate who had just stumbled into your room.

She flashed you an innocent grin: “Sorry.“

“What do you want anyway?“, Ona asked, a slight hint of annoyance in her voice.

“Uhm… I was about to tell you that we’re starting to have dinner?“ There was no sign of remorse on Mapis face, just pure amazement at what she had just walked into.

“We’ll be there soon.“, Ona replied politely.

“Just give us a few more seconds.“, you added.

Mapi smirked: “You two know that Ale will sense it immediately?“

Ona nodded: “We do.“

“That’s why we need time to prepare ourselves for it.“, you joked.

“Okay, See you later.“ She disappeared through the door with a wink.

The two of you were alone again.

Ona bit her lip to hide a smile: “We don’t need time to prepare ourselves, we need time to make out. That’s what you meant right?“

“Yeah, I did.“, you admitted with a laugh.

Dinner could wait. Kissing all of your girlfriends freckles could definitely not.

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People leave

Eddie Diaz x reader

summary A few weeks after first meeting Eddie and Christopher things with you and Eddie start getting serious. However when Christopher realizes, he doesn't react the way you'd expected.

word count 1200

tags hurt/comfort, Chris being adorable, angsty but turns to fluff

a/n yall know how in episode 8 season 4 Eddie tells Chris he's seeing someone and Chris gets rlly mad and runs away to Buck (adorable btw)? When he explained that he's scared that people he cares about leave I realized this could be a good continuation to this! It's gonna have a happy ending and fluff don't worry 🫶🏻

part one

masterlist

Christopher is preparing salad with Eddie at his side while you supervise Liam as he slowly chops a cucumber. His tongue is peeking out in concentration as he holds the knife the way you'd shown him and slowly slices the cucumber.

When he's done you ruffle his hair and hold your hand up for a high-five which he eagerly gives. “You did great! When dinner is done well call you - go and play a little more with Chris?” He nods and hops off the chair (his feet couldn't reach the floor when he sat so he had to hop down a little- it makes you coo every time he does) before grabbing Chris by his arm and dragging him to the living room.

Eddie and you watch as they settle on the couch and pick their game of uno back up.

“They're adorable,” you smile and lean back against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest. Eddie hums and sneaks his right arm around your waist, looking down at you with a content grin.

You tilt your head at his look and turn around to finish up the salad, “What are you looking at, señor?”

In your peripheral you see both his eyebrows raise as he makes a ‘huh’ sound and shifts to lean against the counter with his hip. “You speaking Spanish now?”

That makes you laugh and you shake your head, “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” He raises his shoulders as if he didn't know but the smirk on his face tells you what you need to know.

You lean in as if you'd tell him a secret and rest your hand on his waist before basically whispering, “Go and set the table.”

He groans and gently pushes you away as if he was mad, “Yes, ma'am.” He bows exaggeratedly and you watch him with a deadpan look. He looks around the corner into the living room before quickly kissing your cheek and then your lips, squeezing your hip before letting go.

You grin and bite your lip as you watch him go to set the table, distantly hearing him ask the boys who's winning the game and starting a discussion about uno rules.

Later when dinner is ready and served Liam is telling Eddie about his day while Christopher sits next to you. He's pushing the food around on his plate with his fork and you discreetly nudge his elbow with a questioning look.

He doesn't just look up but full on glares at you, dropping his fork noisily. “I don't need your help.”

You flinch back in surprise and furrow your brows. Eddie is looking up now too, making you shrug in confusion.

“Christopher, talk nicely.” He says in his warning dad tone and you watch a little uncomfortably - did you cause this? What did you even do? “No!” Chris bangs his fist on the table and pushes the plate off the table and onto the floor, the loud noise making Liam shriek and look around with wide, scared eyes.

Before you can reach out Eddie shushes him and puts a hand on his back, allowing the eight year old to calm down a bit. Chris however is the opposite. This time he directs his words at you, “We don't need you! You will leave!”

Your eyes go wide and you send a panicked look to Eddie, who looks just as confused. “Chris, what's going on? You like her.” Instead of an explanation he slides off his chair and glares at you again, “You will leave.”

He then hurries to his room and slams the door behind him, causing the dam to break and Liam to star bawling in confusion at the confrontation.

There's an unspoken agreement between you and Eddie as you stand and pick Liam up, letting him cry into your shoulder as you stroke your palm over his back. “I'll see what's up with Christopher. I'm really sorry about what he said,” Eddie mumbles and kisses your temple, at the same time he brushes his hand through Liams hair once.

“I think you need to talk to him,” Eddie comes around the corner and looks at you and Liam settled on the couch with the latter fast asleep in your arms. “I don't really think he wants to see me, maybe we should just go home…” you sigh.

“That's exactly what he doesn't want.” Eddie starts and sits next to you, reaching out and taking your hand in his. “I've told you about Shannon... He's scared you'll leave too. He doesn't want to miss you and Liam.”

You frown, “Oh, no. I'll go and try to make him understand we're here to stay.” He nods gladly and kisses the back of your hand and letting you carefully place your son in his arms. Liam wakes up momentarily and when he recognizes Eddie he cuddles up into him and goes back to sleep.

You watch the two with a fond expression and inhale deeply before going to Christophers room and knocking twice.

There's no response so you slowly open the door. He's laying in his bed and when he sees you he frowns again, turning around too slow to hide the tear tracks and red eyes.

You sigh sadly, “May I sit here?” You pat the space on the bed next to his legs and see him shrug under the blankets.

“Listen, I understand you're scared of Liam and me leaving. A lot of people have left you. But, Chris, we're here to stay. I really, really like your dad and I really like you, too. Liam does too.”

It's visible that you're getting through to him when he slowly shifts onto his back and looks at you with a pout and a frown. “Promise?” You smile and nod.

“Pinky promise, even.” You take his hand and wrap your pinky around his.

He smile too now and yawns but surprises you once again tonight as he moves around until his head is laying on your thighs. “You want to go to sleep?” He nods and you pull the blanket up to his shoulders to wrap him in them entirely, carding your hand through his hair to calm him.

Ten minutes later and he's fast asleep, softly snoring as you look down at him. You hear the door creak and see Eddie come in, a relieved and fond expression on his face as he sees you two.

“I see you saved the day?” Rolling your eyes you flip him off and he laughs behind his hand. “Liam is asleep too. I pulled out the couch so he can sleep there without a problem.” he whispers.

“Thank you.” He waves it off and comes close enough to soothe his hands over your shoulders and kiss your head.

Happiness and love is the only thing you feel as you think about those three boys that posed utter chaos together but you loved nevertheless. It's a surprise to no one when you wake up to find Liam and Christopher snuggled in the latter's bed the next morning.

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notafunkiller · 3 months

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happy new year

Summary: On New Year's Eve, you gather the courage and you take a bold step, approaching Frank and igniting a spark of connection.

Pairing: writer!endings beginnings frank x female reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 23, Frank is 42) teasing, dirty talk, pet names, oral séx, protected séx, language, implied aftercare, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 5.2K

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: I think this will be a series, so I really hope you’ll enjoy it! Also, I want to thank @lavenderhaze967 for supporting me!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You’re not a coward... You’ve never been, but as you pat him on the shoulder, you want nothing more than to run away.

What were you thinking? What are you gonna tell him?

You grab the glass from the table and try to turn around quickly, but it’s too late. You see him out of the corner of your eyes how he shifts, and now he’s facing you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You stop with a sigh, and you find yourself checking him out shamelessly.

His hair looks perfectly styled, but in that “I don’t give a fuck” way you always admire. Even when you try or not to care, it still ends up messy. And the whites in his beard make you feel a little weaker. He looks even more handsome up close.

“Well, hello there.” He smiles shyly before bursting into giggles.

You freeze for a little bit, taken aback by his smile and the way it makes his eyes glow.

“Hi.”

“Happy new year,” he says, still smiling, with his hands in his pockets. He looks so casual, yet so attractive. It makes you wonder if it comes with time...

You clear your throat. “Happy new year!”

You don’t like how awkward you sound, it’s embarrassing, so you need help. Without noticing he follows your gaze, you turn your head toward your friends, who’ve been watching you all along. You try to show them with your eyebrows that you need some tips, but the only thing they do is to give you a thumb-up.

Sighing, you look at him again and notice how his cute smile turns into a lob-sided smirk.

“Is that for me, darling?” He nods toward the glasses you’re holding, and you mentally slap yourself as you hand him one.

“Oh, shoot! Yeah!”

He snorts, amused. “Well, thank you very much.”

With a playful wink, he brings the glass to his mouth, taking a huge sip. Your eyes remain locked even as he licks his lips, savoring the aftertaste. The corners of his mouth curl into a charming smile again, and you sigh, feeling your cheeks get hotter, as he acknowledges your gesture with a nod of appreciation.

“You’re welcome.”

“Anything I can help you with? What’s the dare?”

You don’t know how to react for a second. What dare?

“I don’t know what you mean,” you murmur.

“Look, darling, I really don’t mind.” He chuckles, waving around with the hand he’s holding the champagne glass with. “Just tell me what’s the dare, and I can help you.”

Still caught off guard by his assumption, you smile politely. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand... Where did this dare idea come from? There’s no such a thing.” You look at him with a mix of curiosity and gentle insistence, wanting to know what it’s running through his mind. You feel so embarrassed.

“I mean...” He brings his free hand to the back of his head to stroke his hair. “I was young once too, you know? I wasn’t always forty-two, I promise.”

He laughs, but you’re still focused on the casual way he dropped his age. You wouldn’t have guessed he is over forty for sure, but that doesn’t change anything. You still want to kiss him. He, on the other hand, seems to care about it. Gosh, how would he react if he knew you’re just twenty-three?

“You don’t look forty at all.”

That is the only thing you find yourself mumblings, and you sigh as soon as you realize how biased that sounds.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, but he keeps smiling, so it must be a good sign, right?

“Well, don’t let my wrinkles or,” he pauses to stroke his beard. “My whites hear that. They might feel left out from the aging party and all.”

You can’t help but giggle, bringing your free hand to cover your cheeks, trying to hide your redness. He is casually bringing up his age, white hair, and wrinkles. Is he trying to send you a message?

“Sorry if that sounded weird. Your wrinkles are a part of...” You stop mid-sentence, not knowing what you’re going to say. You’re so silly. “I just meant… you look great. Um, yeah, sorry again.”

“So you think men in the forties look-”

“No, no,” you interrupt, panicking, but he laughs.

“I was just teasing, darling, don’t worry. Saw you turning to your friends earlier and I assumed you got dared to offer me champagne or something. I mean, why else would a woman like you talk to a fossil like me?”

Your eyes drop to his lips immediately when he chuckles. They’re wet and chapped, and you wonder how they’d feel against yours. His beard is long enough not to itch, so...

“You’re, uh, really hot,” you say bluntly before taking a huge sip from your champagne glass without taking your eyes off his face.

He frowns for a second, probably taken aback by your words, but he doesn’t get to say something as everyone around you starts to count. Almost midnight.

You take the glass from his hand and place it along with yours on the table.

This is it...

When the counting hits three, you take a deep breath, closing your eyes at the same time you get on your tiptoes, and crush your lips against his in a moment of madness. You didn’t want to have time to think twice, because you know you wouldn’t have done it. You never do something crazy like this. You’re never brave enough.

But it’s like you’re kissing a statue. He doesn’t respond at all, keeping his mouth and his arms completely still.

You step back; a mix of shock and embarrassment washing over you. “I’m so sorry,” you blurt out as you feel your cheeks reddening even more. You want to look into his eyes as you apologize… You really do, but you find it too hard. You don’t want to see the rejection or, even worse, the disgust. “I shouldn’t have done that, I am so sorry! I was completely out of line. You obviously didn’t want me, and I just crossed…” You fumble for words, mortified, and you realize it would be better if you just left. So you turn around, not even taking your glass. You just want to run away and cry yourself to sleep. You’ll have to leave this place earlier, since there is no way you could face him ever again. You shouldn’t have even approached him, you ruined his New Year’s Eve. God, you didn’t even ask him if he had someone! You simply assumed he is single because he didn’t have a wedding band, and you didn’t see him with anyone.

You take a few steps into your friends’ direction, crushed, but you feel his hand wrapping around your forearm, stopping you and, at the same time, turning you around.

You wonder if he’s going to scold you as you stare back at him, but he surprises you too when he moves his hand from your forearm to the back of your head, tilting your head enough so he can lean in and kiss you.

You gasp when you feel his lips, and he doesn’t hesitate even for a second to deepen the kiss. You feel his tongue everywhere in your mouth, and you moan, feeling your knees weakening. You don’t think you’ve ever been kissed like this, let alone in public. It makes your attempt from earlier look ridiculous. You try to kiss him back with just as much passion, bringing your hands to his neck so you can feel him better. His beard doesn’t tickle your face, and his tongue is amazing.

You’re gonna remember this forever, without a doubt.

He breaks the kiss with a pop when you can’t breathe anymore, letting your foreheads touch gently.

“Now this is, indeed, a happy new year.”

“Thought you didn’t want it... me,” you whisper, still looking at his now red lips. You just want to kiss him again and cover his whole face with lipstick.

“The question is do you really want me like this? I’m an old man with a very messy fuck boy past. You know, I even used to do drugs,” he says seriously, but not moving away. It’s like he’s waiting for you to take the step back, and when you don’t, he continues. “You seem like a good girl, and I assume you’re pretty sober.” He pauses, waiting for you to confirm, so you just nod. “Good! But I don’t want you to make decisions in the heat of the moment. Even if it’s just for a night.”

Even though you understand being a good girl is not an insult, you’re still offended. He basically offers one night, so his past doesn’t matter. Fuck boy... you guess this is also his way of telling you he is single and doesn’t look for something serious. And you appreciate he’s warning you about everything. No man who’s still in that mindset would warn you. He means well, so you grab him by the collar of his shirt. “Do good girls kiss you without even knowing your name?” Your tone takes him by surprise. His eyes widen, and a giggle escapes his mouth.

“Still a good... and younger girl. Too young for me for sure.”

You sigh, getting on your tiptoes again.

“What if this good, younger girl takes you to her room and lets you fuck her?”

You don’t know where this comes from. You’re always straightforward, but not like this. And definitely not to a man in his early forties you don’t even know. But you really want him, and you deserve to enjoy yourself for a minute.

His eyes are big, but his smirk tells a whole different story.

“If you’re sure,” he waves around, signaling you that you can leave and that he’s in. Your heart is racing as you take his hand. “I guess you want to be my good girl.”

His hands are everywhere: from your hair to your hips as soon as you close the door, surprising you. You drop the keys and your purse on the table and let him guide you to the mini-couch. If you thought the kiss from earlier was intense, the way he kisses you now makes you completely breathless. He’s really, really good at it, and the way he’s grabbing your ass is actually perfect. Even though his tongue explores your mouth with almost desperation, you don’t feel like he rushes anything at all.

“It’s Frank, by the way,” he whispers against your cheek before he starts unzipping your dress.

“What?”

You nervously let the sleeves fall and then step out of your dress. Your underwear doesn’t match and you are not prepared for sex, but he doesn’t seem to mind, staring straight at your bra as if it’s his worst enemy.

“My name, darling.”

“Frank...” You repeat. It fits him, it sounds straightforward.

He smiles widely, bringing his hand to your back to unhook your bra.

“I hope you’ll keep saying my name tonight. You have the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.”

You can’t even be mad at him for his lie.

“I somehow doubt that, Frank,” you snort, throwing the bra on the floor yourself. You keep your eyes there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do, but you feel his hands on your breasts before you can even say something, squeezing and teasing your nipples.

“You have the most beautiful tits ever. Wanna bury my face in them as I fuck you. Would you let me do that too?”

You can’t help but sigh, bringing your hand to his chin. “You don’t have to lie to me, okay? I actually ask you not to.”

He stops fondling your breasts, and you make eye contact. He seems a little confused and maybe even mad.

“I mean every word I say. I don’t need to lie, do I? You said you’re gonna be my good girl. So I do feel like licking your tits as I fuck you till you scream my name, okay?”

“I never said I wanna be your good girl, did I?” You ask, changing the subject, and bring your hands to his flannel shirt-jacket to remove it.

“No, you’re right. You wanna be my brat.” He bites his bottom lip as you start to unbutton his shirt as quickly as you can, noticing how your fingers tremble. “Have you ever been called a brat before? Did they even notice you are one?”

“Do you always talk about others during sex? That’s a total turn off for me, just so you know.” You pull off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. God, please have mercy! You finally meet his eyes. “And no, I haven’t been called that before. You’re the first one. Does that stroke your ego or,” you pause so you can unzip his jeans. “Should I stroke something else?”

“No need to stroke anything. How about being a good princess and lying on your back so I can get a taste of your pretty pussy, hmm?”

You probably made a face since he brings his lips between your brows, stopping you from frowning with a kiss.

“Princess, really? Did that really get you laid?”

“I thought it turns you off to talk about other people,” he whispers as you lower his jeans and briefs at the same time, trying not to frown again at the thought of what you brought up. You know it’s silly and unfair to wish to be seen as unique, especially in the eyes of a man with experience like Frank, but you can’t control your thoughts.

You shake your head, wanting to snap out of it. One night. You have to stop overthinking for only one night... or, well, until you two finish. “You’re right. Let’s just…”

He steps out of the pool of clothes but doesn’t let you go to the bed or even look down, holding your face so you can meet his eyes.

“I haven’t called anyone princess until now, I swear. And I’ve never been with someone this younger, either.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Frank.” You smile. “I promised to let you fuck me, so...”

“Sweetheart, hey!” His voice is not just soft, but also comforting. You immediately notice his bottom lip between his teeth, though. “Tell me if you changed your mind. Tell me to stop any time. I know you can’t fully believe that, but I promise I’m not lying about anything. I can charm you better with my tongue than with some words I wouldn’t believe in. I found you incredibly hot when I saw you tonight. Checked you out before you came to me, but I realized you’re way too young and you don’t need this shit. I assumed you’re with someone.” His thumb touches your bottom lip, and you whimper.

“Frank...”

“I could come just by looking at your face. Won’t even talk about your tits. Whoever made you feel otherwise is a fucking jackass.”

You don’t know if you should laugh or simply kiss the hell out of him, fighting the urge to apologize, so instead you look down, straight at his cock and gasp. It’s thick and so, so hard. The precome on the head makes you wonder how it’d taste. The slight curve and the visible veins make it look even hotter.

You’re nervous since you did this only two times, so you certainly can’t say you’re an expert.

You gently grab the head of his dick with your right hand, stroking a bit with your thumb. It steals a moan from him instantly, making you feel proud.

After that, you drop to your knees without hesitation, not taking off your hands until you make sure you are close enough. You look up at him just in time to see him pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, shocked.

“I wanna suck your cock so much, but I need some... guidance. I’m not,” you stop shyly for a second to rephrase it. “I want to know how you like it.”

“Jesus, sweetheart, are you trying to kill an old man?”

“Why, do you see one with us in the room?” You take one hand off so you can bring your tongue to the head and get a proper taste.

You feel his fingers flying to your hair instantly, almost pulling, and you keep looking into his eyes.

“S-stop, I told you I want to eat you, now be a good-” he hisses when you take his tip into your mouth, playfully letting your teeth just graze him. You don’t know where this came from, but you just had the urge to do it. “Fucking brat!”

This time he actually pulls your hair a little, making you actually whimper when you lose contact with his cock.

“If you don’t like it, you can, uh, fuck my mouth. I never... But I-”

“Fucking hell,” he groans, leaning it enough so he can grab you by your waist and lift you until he can properly take you in his arms to carry you.

“Just shut up for a sec and listen, okay?”

You roll your eyes, licking your lips. “Or what? Gonna punish me?” You mock him before telling him your name as he drops you on the bed.

“Yes, I’m gonna punish you. Is that your real name?”

You move, supporting yourself on your elbows as he spreads your legs.

“Yes, why? Did you give me a fake name?” You get goosebumps when you feel his hands on the sides of your underwear. And before you can continue to question him, you hear the tearing sound at the same time as you feel the underwear fall on the bed.

What the fuck?

“No, but I never know with a bratty little girl.”

“Little girl? You’ve just ripped my underwear, Frank!”

“You almost bit my cock!”

You roll your eyes. He’s so dramatic.

“If I’d really wanted to bite it, you’d have no cock right now to fuck me with, so...”

He shakes his head, and you almost reach for those strands that fall recklessly on his forehead. He has such pretty hair, you’re jealous.

“God, look at this.” He sounds so fascinated as his fingers find your slit. Your body jolts in surprise when you feel his touch. “So wet.”

He smiles cheekily before bringing his finger to your mouth and pressing it against your bottom lip so you can feel the wetness. Then he kisses you with hunger, licking and biting until you open.

He doesn’t just deepen the kiss, he also moves and drags you with him until you’re on the edge of the bed.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says suddenly, making you freeze for a couple of seconds. Unexpected.

He starts leaving a trail of kisses on his way down to your pussy: from your chin, to your neck, the valley between your tits, your navel, then right above your entrance.

“I want you not to hold back, okay? If you feel the need to ride my face, please do. If you want me to use my hands or tongue in any way, tell me. Guide me... use me, I’m all yours.”

The way he says the last part makes you whimper. He wants you to use him for your pleasure… and there is something about this that drives you absolutely crazy.

“Yes, Frank.”

He smiles, breathing out right against your entrance, making you shiver before licking. Fuck.

“Good girl.”

Your hips start moving before you realize what you’re doing, and Frank’s nose is brushing your clit, making you whimper. It was only for a second, but he immediately catches the sound.

He stops, and you open your eyes in panic. He told you to do whatever you felt like. There is no way he is mad about this, right?

He looks far from mad or bothered. He looks somehow more turned on than before, and the sound of him licking his fingers makes you shiver in anticipation.

You feel his mouth kissing your clit at the same time he curls a finger inside you. The moan escapes you before you can bite your lip, and you feel his smile between your legs.

You can’t help but rock your hips again, searching for his tongue, wanting to make him fasten the way he fucks you with his finger, but he is no hurry. He wraps his lips around your clit again and sucks slowly while his index finger stays unmoved inside you.

He’s a fucking tease!

Remembering his words from earlier but still hesitatingly, you let your back hit the bed and bring your right hand into his hair, pulling gently to get his attention.

He looks up, not changing anything, and you start stroking his hair. “Gimmie more. And... faster, please.”

You sound shyer than you wanted, but it’s the first time you have any kind of intimacy with this man. And it’s not like you have a lot of experience.

And thankfully, he doesn’t tease you more, getting another finger inside you, and he starts to pump them much faster. The way he sucks on your clit now is a bit different too, and it’s so good. You don’t even realize you’re pulling his hair until you feel his hand over yours, encouraging you to grab it harder.

“Don’t wanna h-hurt you.” It’s so hard to focus. “You have pretty... hair.”

The truth is that he has the prettiest hair you’ve ever seen, but you also never pulled your ex’s hair during sex. Ethan hated his hair being played with when he grew it out, and most of the time you wouldn’t even be able to pull it anyway since it was way too short.

You snap out of your thoughts when you feel Frank’s teeth teasing your clit. You’re extra sensitive.

“F-Frank!”

And it seems like he knows and he’s just messing with you.

This time, you don’t hesitate to move your hips, just not with too much force because you don’t want to suffocate him. But he seems like he does since he moans into your clit and starts basically suckling. You’re losing it. You’re losing it and you can’t even warn him. You’re coming all over his face with a hand in his hair and another grabbing the sheet under you.

He doesn’t stop any of his movements until you open your eyes and let go of his hair. You didn’t even realize how hard you’ve been pulling it, but you don’t feel bad, he seems to enjoy this a lot.

“You taste fucking fantastic.” These are the first words he manages to say between breaths, and in a second he is back on top of you, his lips shining with your wetness. You immediately bring your hand weakly to his chin and stroke his beard, which is also wet.

You shake your head a little, trying not to blush. He wouldn’t say that just for the sake of it... you can’t question it again, and you don’t know how to answer. What can you say? That he has a lovely tongue? So you choose to change the subject.

“Can I return the favor now, Frank?”

He frowns, closing the gap between your faces. “It is not a favor, princess.” And then he kisses you, giving you a taste of your own pussy. He’s not even trying to deepen the kiss, so you open your mouth, letting your tongue taste more of your wetness. His whimper makes you feel victorious, and you use it as an opportunity to explore inside his mouth. You can’t say you taste in a certain way, but at least it is not bad. Frank, on the other hand, has a taste you don’t think you’d ever get tired of.

“See?” He breaks the kiss. “Gonna get me addicted.”

You roll your eyes. “I highly doubt that, now please tell me you have a condom.”

He freezes for a bit, and you almost groan in disappointment, but then he smiles. “Yeah, I think I have one or two. Old habit.”

You don’t say anything about his last remark as you watch him get off the bed and grab his jeans from the floor. You try not to think once again about how this will end soon and you’ll be remembering this night for a long time. And thankfully, he is back with two condoms, smiling as he opens one. He lets the other on the floor and before you can offer to help, he’s already ready.

“How do you want me?”

He looks at you surprised, probably not expecting this question, but you don’t know what he likes.

“Wanna ask you one more time... are you sure you wanna do this? We can stop-”

“I told you I want your cock, Frank. That I want you to fuck me.” You giggle nervously, spreading your legs. He didn’t decide after all. “Now please...”

“Need to fuck this doubt out of you.” He shakes his head as he positions himself between your legs, and before you can answer, he leans in, grabbing a pillow and placing it under your head. “Let’s see how much it takes for you to cry out my name.”

You’re not sure why you feel so nervous. He ate you out, you played a bit with his cock, yet somehow this makes you agitated.

You’re proud of yourself for not closing your eyes even after he enters you. Your body is trapped between his elbows, and you whimper, grabbing his arm to keep some kind of sense of your surroundings.

He’s much thicker than Ethan, and you find yourself trying to spread your legs even further apart, wanting to feel more of him. It’s something thrilling about this discomfort because it makes you crave more.

“You okay?”

“Ihm,” you gasp, trying to find your breath.

“Should I stop?”

“What? Why?”

You realize shortly after he giggles what he actually means, and you look away embarrassed.

“I meant inside you, darling. You’re, uh-”

He forgets what he was gonna say when you raise your hips to get him deeper inside you, and without asking him for permission, you wrap your legs around his ass. You need him all the way in even if it’ll hurt. You want to enjoy this to the fullest... every second of it.

And it’s absolutely a joy to see a man like Frank lose his focus.

“S-so good.”

“God, are you-” He moans when you rock your hips a bit more, trying to get used to the sensation of being so full. “You’re perfect, fuck!”

“I n-need you to move, Frank. Fuck me, okay?” The more you try to fuck him the louder the impact of your bodies gets... from your slickness to his balls hitting your ass.

God, you never wanted to be fucked so hard more than now!

“Please, give it to me, I can... I can handle it.”

It’s like something snaps inside him because in no time you’re getting what you wanted. He’s fucking you and smiling in a way that you can only describe as devlish. It’s sexy, and mocking, and warm at the same time. It makes you lose your mind.

“Look at you, begging to take my cock, beg- fuck! Begging for me to fill this pretty pussy. So wet for me!”

You wrap your legs around his ass even harder, digging your heels a little into his cheeks when he starts pounding you into the bed. You can’t keep down your moans even though you try to. So you bring your palm to your mouth so you can bite it. But Frank doesn’t seem to like it. Not at all... He stops mid-thrust, making you cry, needing more, just to move your hand away from your lips and pin it to the bed.

“Under no circumstances, you’re allowed to do this again.” His tone might be authoritative, but his eyes are soft and warm. You can’t help but bring your other hand to his face to stroke his beard.

“Why not?”

“Be a good girl and don’t play.” He’s not waiting for you to respond, though. He lowers his face a bit more and kisses you, making it impossible for you to breathe as he starts thrusting again as well. The pace is faster, more brutal somehow than before. He swallows a few of your moans as you desperately cling to his shoulders, trying to gain some strength to roll your hips back to meet his. When you do it, he hisses, breaking the kiss just to murmur how wet and tight you are. How good you feel and how he’s never gonna be the same. You can’t focus on anything, especially not on his words. Your eyes are blurry from the tears, and you can’t stop moaning. It’s like you have no control over your body, and for once, it’s not scary.

You lose it, though, when he lowers his hand to your clit and circles it over and over again. It’s like something short-circuits your body. You’re no longer just holding onto his shoulders, either, you’re scratching them without realizing as you come still crying. The way you scream his name, on the other hand, is enough for Frank to come too, thrusting a few more times before falling on top of you; his head right on your breasts as the pleasure takes over his body. You don’t care how heavy he is as you watch him through the fogginess looking so content.

“Was it okay?” You whisper, caressing his scratched shoulder with one hand while stroking the back of his head with the other one. “Sorry for hurting you.”

“Did you just use the word okay to describe what’s just happened?” He raises his head before rolling over so he’d stop crushing you. “This is the best sex I’ve had in my life, Jesus! And hurting me? Please, princess, it was so hot.”

You snort, suddenly more relaxed. He enjoyed it. Probably exaggerating with the best part, but still...

“I guess you have a pain kink, Frank.”

A huge smile spreads on his face as he pulls you to his chest. You don’t care that you’re both sweaty, you want to cuddle with him. You only have a condom left, then you’ll be alone again. And you might never have this crazy sex ever in your life. The thought makes you wanna cry, but you need to focus on the present. He’s still here.

“Should I bring you some water?” You feel his lips on your forehead. “Gonna get you a towel. Want a snack? You’ll need your strength for round two.”

It looks like he’s in no hurry, so you take a deep breath and smile.

“Some water sounds great. I can clean myself though, no need to bother yourself.”

But he’s on his feet before you can even finish speaking.

“You better not move!”

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vavaxx · 8 months

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Safety first

Nikolai x reader (+ Fyodor)

[ !! : nsfw, afab reader, DUBIOUS CONSENT, groping, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking kink, praising, voyeurism, some kind of aftercare ] wc: 1.4k

beware of the tags!! this could be DISTURBING for some readers, consent is stated mid act!

(basically cop Nikolai fucks you on a car and you agree to it halfway trough)

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A soft breeze brushed over your exposed legs as you were returning home from your shift late at night.

Walking in the dark streets of the city was always a little worrying, never knowing what or who you could bump into, but seeing some policemen around was reassuring. They were there for people's safety, right?

Turning into a darker alleyway, you noticed a young white-haired cop leaning against his car, looking gently at you.

As you approached him, he immediately got closer to you, towering your figure with his tall body.

"Having a good night, miss? May I help you?" he said in a soft tone, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"Good evening sir" you said turning your head to the side, avoiding eye contact no, I don't need anything, thanks".

Suddenly his gloved hand came up to grab your chin and he made you turn to look at him.

"Are you sure, pretty? It's my job to help a young lady in need. I can take you home safely, you know the city is dangerous at this time..."

Your face showed your doubts. Trusting a random man, even if he called himself a cop, was still risky, but his appearance was inviting to say the least. He seemed to be around his late 20s, with snowy hair, beautiful eyes and a charming smile, to say the least.

"No need to worry angel, look! I am a policeman" he said, removing his hand from your face and pointing at a badge where you could read the name 'Nikolai'. "If you don't believe me, call the station, they'll confirm it!"

Too tired to investigate, you agreed to Nikolai's nice invitation, and with an imperceptible smirk on his face, he let you sit in the backseat. He then started driving to the address you gave him.

But as you were letting yourself relax, you saw a big hand appear from a hole in space and brush over your chest, in the tentative of unbuttoning your shirt. Gasping in surprise, you quickly tried to move away.

Panic started running through your body as he successfully opened your shirt and found its way under your bra. Ignoring your "No"s and pleas, he started toying with one of your nipples. The feeling of his fingers pinching your sensitive spot sent shivers all around your body, and the idea of how things could've continued further made your panties get wet. Why was your body reacting this way?!

"Can't you stay still back there? Driving is difficult with such chaos in the car, y'know." and as you looked at him, you could see his arm disappear under a black cloak on the passenger seat.

You didn't answer, too occupied in getting away from his hand when it disappeared to immediately materialized onto your thighs, gripping the soft flesh and smacking his palm here and there.

"Mh just stop, please" was all that could escape from your mouth before his hand lifted your skirt and pushed your damp panties aside.

"Ohh, and why would I listen to you begging when your wet cunt is telling me otherwise?" with that he pushed his finger further, with his thumb playing with your sensitive clit and the rest spreading your folds. You couldn't keep your mouth shut, at least not when his big hand was pleasuring you that much.

"I can't believe I brought in this car such filthy whore like you" he laughed at your moans, and, still panicking, you looked out the window only to see dark fields and not a soul within miles.

Looking down at your crotch, you felt two fingers enter your hole and get out full of slick, then he started pumping them in and out. The stretch felt so good and painful at the same time, and the biggest relief was the constant stimulation of your puffy bud.

"I see you can't wait any longer, can you?" he said smiling, turning the steering wheel around and stopping on the side of an empty road, where the only light source was a nearby street lamp.

Suddenly his hand between your thighs disappeared through his portal. Being your brain already dizzy, you couldn't follow his fast motions, and you soon found yourself out, bent with your stomach on the car hood with two big hands holding your waist.

He clicked his tongue, taking a view of your exposed ass and thighs touching against his bulge. You tried in vain to get up, to somehow escape his grip, scared of how things could've gone further, but his grip was too firm and you fell back down with your cheek on the cold metal.

"Don't try too hard pretty, I don't want you to tire yourself too much," he paused, removing some hair that covered your face. "Well, at least not this early."

"Now that we're here, do I have your consent to proceed, miss?"

The first thought you had was, why would he ask this now? How could he care now, when in that backseat it could still be seen the wet spot you left?

"I-, uh yes but m-" your words were immediately interrupted.

"Wonderful! I promise you'll enjoy my show as much as I will." One of his hands travelled down your back, sliding over your pulled-up skirt and teasing your entrance.

Then you heard him pull his trousers down to his knees and turned your head to take a look at him. Under his boxers there was a big bulge, which made you widen your eyes for a moment. "Like what you see?"

And getting rid of his underwear he revealed a 7 or so inches cock, already hard from your sounds and feeling only.

"What a whore, mouth watering over a stranger's dick, who's about to fuck you on a car hood." He leaned over you, getting closer to your ear to whisper "get as loud as you want darling, it's not like we're gonna getcaught."

That's what sent shivers through your body, more than the cold metal that pressed against your stomach. The thought of getting used, alone, lost in the dark by a stranger (a really attractive one), was a weird turn on surprisingly.

What brought you back from your thoughts was a deep thrust of his cock into your hole, pushing your body even harder on that coldness. His girth stretched you out so well that you could feel his tip slide against your warm walls.

"Mhpf" and other blabbering escaped your mouth when he started setting a merciless pace into your pussy, letting his balls hit your folds every time.

"God, how I love lost girls like you, ngh! Pretty girls so willing..." A sharp thrust made you whine loudly and your eyes closed shut. "...to get helped!"

His tip reached your sweet spot everytime, leaving you fucked out and pleasuring perfectly.

Big hands wrapped around your bust and neck, squeezing slightly on the side of it like you weren't already dizzy enough from his treatment. Soon the other hand slid down to your clit, brushing over it to feel your pussy clench and let out other slick, which was already mixing to the policeman's precum.

As you sightly opened your eyes, you saw two lights on the street get closer, and you realised in horrendous shock it was a car.

"Oh look! Ahh, we have a visitor!" Nikolai said, grabbing you by the hair and forcing your head up.

The car slowed down as it passed in front of you, a man with shoulder-length black hair and dark eyes gave a perverted smirk at the two of you, taking a mental image of your situation.

You made eye contact with him with half-lidded eyes and mouth hung open in pleasure, probably trying to whimper out something like 'get away' or 'please', but the way Nikolai was still pushing himself deep into you made it impossible.

The car eventually proceeded its way and you were left again with the policeman.

Hm, is my pretty slut on the pill?" and as you dizzily nodded, gripping your waist with both of his hands, he came in you, deep and filling you up to the brim with his cum.

You lied tired and dirty on the car hood, and after some minutes he grabbed you with his strong arms and let you rest inside the car.

You woke up in your apartment, lying on your bed with a clean pair of underwear, but still sticky inside, your brain still too foggy to understand how all of that could've happened.

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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Hi!! Can I request a scenario of Jake Sully and Reader bonding with their kids and telling them a story of how they fell in love. Also maybe a bit of Reader bonding with Lo’ak who’s a mama’s boy?

Family Is One Of Nature's Masterpieces

Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!reader

Summary: To get their energetic kids to bed, Reader and Jake tell them the story of how they fell in love

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: language

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I really liked this idea!!!! Please enjoy! <333

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The kids were hard to put to bed at this age. Always wanting to run around and play. It was a wonder that [Name] and Jake got anything done.

Lo’ak seemed to lead the chaos most of the time, Tuk encouraging his behaviour. This more often then not lead to Lo’ak doing or saying something dumb, usually causing him trouble from his parents. While Lo’ak always seemed to lead the shenanigans, Kiri was easily convinced to join although she pretends she wants nothing to do with them. And despite her ‘indifference’, she always seems to have the most fun. While Neteyam joins them every now and again, it’s more often that the three attempt at playing a prank on him.

Although that never seemed to work.

Once they tried replacing his drink with juice from a plant that was so smelly, that plants around it struggled to grow. But when Neteyam went to take a sip, he was pulled away for more training. Or when they tried to dye his loin cloth, the plant they used turned out to have no pigment when it dried.

These were small things that Jake and [Name] observed about their children. Small things that meant the world to them. Small moments like the one now while they run around the canopy in their Home tree. Although, the chaos can become loud and much too energetic for bed time.

Jake smiled at the kids running around playing a strange game of tag while he held [Name] snug in his arms. Looking down quickly, he found [Name] smiling at the kids as well. Jake could feel the vibrations of her laugh from under him as she reacted to something smart-ass Kiri said. The two could only feel a sense of pride as they watched their children. Jake laughed at Tuk sticking her tongue out at Lo’ak before she started to yawn.

“Alright! Time for bed!” Jake called, having apparently decided to call for bed time at the peak of their fun.

[Name] cringed to her self about the timing, the kids were not going to like this.

Sure enough, loud whining started from the kids. Well, mostly just Tuk and Lo’ak.

“It is not bed time yet! It’s barely even eclipse!” Tuk complained, pointing at where she thought the sun would be before slouching dramatically.

“Yeah! I was just about to beat Tuk! Again…” Lo’ak remarked, mumbling the last part with a grin.

“Come you two, your father is right,” [Name] started with an amused smile.

“As he usually is.” Jake added quietly, only to receive a small elbow in his stomach.

“We should all head to bed if we want to get a good night’s rest. We want to be ready to run faster for tomorrow, right Tuk?” [Name] smiled, watching as her youngest resist a smile at the chance of beating Lo’ak.

“Yeah… But I don’t wanna go to bed!” Tuk complained once again.

“Why don’t we tell you a story?” Jake suggested.

The kids were slowly closing in around them, finding interest in this idea. Tuk jumped right into [Name]’s arms, looking up expectantly at her parents. Neteyam and Lo’ak sat on either side of [Name] and Jake, facing the person promising a story. It wasn’t often that their parents would tell stories like this before bed.

Sure they had told stories of past and passed on information using this medium but a voluntary story before bed? Their parents saved the best stories for this time.

“Could you tell the story of how you fell in love?” Kiri asked softly, hoping that just they would hear as she moved to sit in front of her parents.

“How we fell in love?” Jake smirked, looking at [Name].

“Yeah we can do that.” [Name] looked at Jake, smirking back.

“Ewww. A love story. Of course you would pick that Kiri.” Lo’ak complained, rolling his eyes at Kiri.

“You are going to die sad and alone, Lo’ak.” Kiri stated, smacking his arm.

To which Lo’ak only pouted at, causing Neteyam to laugh.

“I think it is sweet, she can get ideas for her and Spider.” Neteyam teased, drawing out the ‘r’ in spider. Clearly having no such feelings as he laughed.

“You’re going to die alone too!” Kiri remarked, glaring at Neteyam which he only laughed harder at.

“Oh put it a rest you three.” [Name] rolled her eyes, finding not only Tuk laughing, but feeling Jake laugh from behind her as well.

When [Name] heard as close to silence as she was going to get, she began the story.

“Well, it started when your father wandered in this forest with his small crew of scientists.” [Name] began, watching as all of their faces morphed to those of great intrigue.

“After he was separated from the group, he was struggling to survive on his own.” [Name] spoke confidently.

“I wouldn’t say I was struggling.” Jake argued.

“You were struggling.” [Name] repeated with the same confidence.

Jake huffed as was met with the giggling of his children.

“When he was attacked by a pack of viperwolves.” [Name] said dramatically, all of the kids around her gasping.

“As he was struggling to fend them off-”

“What is with all of the ‘me struggling’?” Jake asked, cutting her off again.

“Well if you weren’t struggling then you wouldn’t have needed me to help.” [Name] smirked, knowing she won.

Jake only huffed again and rolled his eyes playfully.

“As he was struggling to fend them off, I jumped down and saved him, scaring all of the viperwolves off.” [Name] explained, a proud tone in her voice that Jake couldn’t help but smile at.

“As I went around accessing the damage he had caused, he dared to thank me.” [Name] shook her head.

Jake rolled his eyes, thinking about how it had been years and she still was not at peace with it. But then he saw he children, shaking their heads in agreement, to which he smiled, shake his head with disbelief at how similar they were to [Name]. Jake thought it was about time to take the story into his own hands.

“Then your mom looked at me, and it was love at first sight.” Jake smiled as he looked at [Name].

“She fell hopelessly in love with me.” Jake smirked, look around at his children who were equally entranced at his telling of the story.

“The only hopeless one here would have been you if I hadn’t helped you.” [Name] stated in a monotone voice, receiving another laugh from her kids.

“Regardless, from that day on, she couldn’t get enough of me.” Jake boasted with a smug smile.

“I then yelled at him for being a bumbling baby and how he should go back to his lab rats.” [Name] smiled with victorious glint in her eye.

“I was not bumbling!” Jake argued again, causing another wave of giggles.

“I don’t know, dad. Kinda sounded like you were a hopeless bumbling baby.” Lo’ak remarked, putting his hands in the air and looking away acting as if he were innocent.

“Nice one Lo’ak.” [Name] smiled, offering a fist to fist bump, which only mean Lo’ak beam with pride.

“Then he followed me to the root of the Hometree. Where I almost got rid of him. But then, like a miracle, the seeds of the tree fell on him, covering him completely.”

Several simultaneous ‘woah’s sounded from the kids.

“It’s actually funny, because if it weren’t for Eywa’s message, I would have shot him while he was prancing around with the viperwolves." [Name] giggled, clearly find that fact hilarious.

Jake did not so much.

“It wasn’t that funny.” Jake pouted, before continuing.

“She then was obviously obligated to bring me in front of the Olo'eyktan, seeing as I was the chosen one.”

“Chosen not to die…” Kiri remarked, [Name] smiled at her.

“Okay, why have we became a Jake Sully hate club today?” Jake asked rolling his eyes at the laughs he received from all of his family.

“Just continue the story, yawne.” beloved

“When we got their they told me that [Name] would teach me to be one of The People.” Jake boasted.

“After he told them he was an empty cup.” [Name] whispered to Tuk, but her voice was loud enough that everyone heard, resulting in another wave of laughter.

“Alright you four, now it’s really time for bed.” Jake stated, fed up with all of this slander.

[Name] kissed his cheek softly, causing Jakes face to move from a pout to a smile as complaints sound from the kids.

“He is right, it is now time for bed.”

[Name] smiled as they all got situated for sleep, when Lo’ak sat next to her, a timid look on his face.

“What’s wrong Lo’ak?” [Name] asked softly, concern written all over her face.

“Do you think I will ever find love?” Lo’ak asked quietly, no doubt trying to hide the question from his siblings.

“Of course you will, Lo’ak! You are a wonderful young man who is going to grow to be a wonderful man with a mate that Eywa has sent, just for you.” [Name] smiled at the boy.

“I have no doubt in my mind that you will meet someone who loves every bit of your wonderful self.” [Name] gazed softly at him.

Many saw much of Jake in Lo’ak but [Name] saw so much of herself in him as well. Lo’ak smiled back before hugging her tightly.

“Thanks mom.” Lo’ak smiled more confidently now, before yawning.

“You get to bed, little man.” [Name] laughed as Lo’ak made his was to where he was sleeping.

Jake walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around his mate.

“We did well with them.” Jake smiled, resting his chin on [Name]’s shoulder for a moment before kissing her neck quickly.

“We did.” [Name] smiled, leaning back to enjoy his arms around her.

“We really did.”

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! Please read the request guideline before requesting! It makes it easier for me! Thank you! <3333

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rubiehart · 3 months

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tell ‘em - sabrina carpenter

this song is sooooooo kook!reader x jj in a secret relationship, hiding it from the rest of the island knowing the problems your love would cause, “‘cause if they know what we know then everything’s gonna change” is just perfect like ughhh.

“the way you looked at me felt like heaven, oh. i know they can see, i know they can tell it.” let me set the scene. i’m thinking midsummers, your relationships sorta new, not totally believing jj was going to show up but not making it obvious to your friends that’s who you’d been waiting on all night, low and behold he showed up like he’d promised, running up from the dock further down the beach, his toned body you knew all too well clad in tight dress pants and matching waistcoat, the outfit was not something he would’ve chosen to wear and you knew that by the way he was pulling at his collar where his bow tie was too tight, any other time you would’ve laughed at jj in something like this but the throbbing between your thighs contradicts your thoughts cooompletely.

despite his hate for his “kooky get up”, he looked really good, messy blonde hair contrasting with the fancy outfit making your thighs clench, unfortunately stuck in a polite conversation with a crowd of other kooks which would make it hard to get away from, peeling your eyes away from jj’s approaching figure for a second as he shoots you a wink as he disappears into the house making your cheeks flush.

a few seconds later he waltzes past you with a tray full of vodka cranberries, much too casually for your liking, signalling to him with your eyes that you needed to get away from the situation, asap. he gives you a knowing look and leaves your line of sight for a few minutes, appearing again before you could react, theatrically bumping into you and spilling the beverage all down your dress, you pick up on his idea quickly and shriek. “what the hell pogue!” making him smirk a little when all eyes were on the both of you, even the music seemed to quiet down.

“jesus, i’m so sorry!” he apologises, hands frantically trying to help in some way, you had to admit he was selling this well, you manage to both slip away in the commotion of the cleaners and the chatter picks up, dipping into a single stall bathroom and searching for each others mouths as soon as your back hit the closed door. “you look so fuckin’ sexy.” he practically growled, you wrapping your hands around his neck as he drags the neckline of your dress down. “shit, so do you.” you moan out, bunching your dress at your hips as he unbuttons his pants with a little struggle, covering your mouth with his ringed hand and looking into your eyes “gonna be quiet for me girly, yeah?” he asks before pushing into your soaked core. you were his dirty little secret.

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kissitbttr · 10 months

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you think miguel would have a positive reaction when he finds out you like him?

i’d like to think he’d be sooo awkward about it lmao. also not knowing how to react (+doesn’t even believe it)

he’s never had any real relationships before (unless with one many years ago) , maybe few flings here and there but it was never that serious. talking to people has never been his forte, that man is too fucking stoic that others would basically mistaken him as a rock. he holds too much of serious conversations and never know how to let things go, so to some, that could be an ultimate deal breaker.

there had been times where he got hit on multiple times, and he always brushed them off by saying ‘beat it’

he’s never willing to try again. not like he needed to anyway. his mind is already occupied with work.

but then came along you.

you with your pretty eyes,pretty hair, cute bubbly personality and flirty persona that got everyone hooked. he’s seen how you interact with others and he hates it. because you’re so distracting that it would make the others lose focus and he doesn’t appreciate that. he hates it.

or maybe the reason he hates it so much it’s the fact that you always flirt with Ben and call him ‘puddin.’ always running up to him and give him a hug—sometimes he’d see you wrap your legs around him too.

why would you do that? don’t you know that he fucking. hates it?

why would you ever create a nickname only for Ben? what about the others? why not him? why not Miguel?

do you like Ben?

Miguel doesn’t even know why it bothers him, but it does keep him up at night. he doesn’t like you, does he? you two barely talked and even when you do talk it’s mainly work matters. he refuses to like you.

“you’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”

Lyla’s playful voice snaps him out of his train of thoughts as he quickly remains his posture,

Miguel clears his throat. “don’t know what you’re talking about.” his brows furrowing as his eyes remain focus on his computer screen,

“oh come on, you’re not fooling anybody. i can see the way you look at her when she’s talking or laughing. you’ve got heart eyes, my man.” Lyla teases, smirking lightly. “and i also remember correctly how you almost smash a laptop towards Ben when you saw him with her at the cafeteria and you gave him a ‘pep talk’?”

“because it wasn’t professional. this is not a place where two coworkers can flirt with each other as they please.” he responds lamely, knowing that is not a good enough excuse for Lyla to believe. she’s smarter than that.

“one. i didn’t say anything about them flirting. two. Ben came out of your office shaking and refused to talk to anyone for days! you’re crazy you know that?”

Miguel rolls his eyes, waving his hand over. “get back to work Lyla.”

“you like her.”

“no i don’t” he lies, gulping slightly. see that’s the thing about him. when he lies, he gets nervous. and Lyla can see that crystal clear.

“oh my god you totally do! i knew my instincts never wrong. Jess thought the same too”

“what the—“

“you know, usually? when a guy likes someone he’d ask the girl out. Not being a creep about it and threaten almost everyone at work to stay away from her.”

“i do not. like her” he emphasizes quite heavily, pinching between his forehead with his finger and thumb. “this is not important Lyla, we’ve got better things to do.”

as she about to say what a bad liar he is, she sees a silhouette of a woman walking into the office. you’re entering the room with a smile on your face and give Lyla a small wave as she returns one,

“speak of the angel herself. gotta go!” Lyla cheery voice causing him to whip his head. “Good luck!”

“wait what?! Lyla! Don’t—“ his voice gets cut off once the hologram disappears, groaning afterwards.

he hears your footsteps getting closer but he tries to keep his composure and not acknowledge you. perhaps he’s being an asshole but hey, what else is new?

“ouch. never met someone who’s very unhappy to see me. you’re definitely the first.” you pout pretending to be hurt, taking few steps closer to where he’s at,

he ignores your comment as he keeps his eyes fixated on the screen. “I’m working. what do you need?”

“just stopping by. it’s getting pretty boring out there you know? Miles is nowhere to be seen, Peter is busy with Mayday, Gwen is catching up with Jess and Hobie— i don’t even want to begin. Thought I’d come and see you.”

his heart definitely isn’t beating hard. definitely not.

“aren’t you usually with Ben? i see the two of you always talking in the hallways. why not go to him?”

you groan, throwing your head back as you start walking around. “ugh! all he talks about is muscles and protein sources! not to mention he never skips flexing. he’s got penis for brain, i don’t why you hired that guy. such a Ken doll.”

Miguel is glad that you aren’t facing him. because you manage to bring a small smile to his face with that comment. you’d never gonna let that one go if you see him smiling.

“well he’s good. he’s a great partner. better than Peter, I’d say. no reason to kick him off.”

“oh I’ll kick him alright” you roll your eyes as if it’s the obvious thing and you miss how miguel tries to hold back his laughter. he likes how feisty you get sometimes,

“have you—eaten already?” miguel awkwardly tries to start a conversation once he realizes the two of you sit there in silence for fifteen minutes. he must’ve think that you’re waiting for him to say something,

your lips curve into a small smirk as you watch how adorable he gets when he’s nervous. scratching the back of his head and trying his best to avoid an eye contact. it’s easy to tell how you make him shrink like a little kid crushing on his classmate.

yeah, Jess and Lyla told you everything. so this would be fun

“nope” you shake your head, rolling the chair closer in front of him as you slightly move forward. you admire the way his eyes stare intently into something, how his lower lip poke out in concentration and the way his thick brows knitted together making it impossible for you to stay sane.

does he know he’s handsome as fuck? and sexy too? his rough image and demeanor maybe look a bit intimidating to some but to you?

biggest turn on.

“why, you wanna take me out to lunch or something?”

he chokes at that, eyes finally looking up to you as he sees the playful smile on your face and the way your head tilt to the side. as if you’re teasing him,

“no. it was just a simple question.” he replies boringly. “why haven’t you eaten yet? it’s almost three. quieres enfermarte?”

“well” you start, moving slowly towards his side with him watching you like a hawk, eyeing every move. “i’m actually waiting for you to buy me lunch. there’s a new Asian cuisine in the cafeteria called beef rendang… i think? and boy it smells so good! why don’t we go together? plus you need a fucking break, man. you’ve been at this shit for hours.”

miguel is both surprised and confused. why the sudden invitation? why are you even talking to him? he lightly scoffs at how bold you are but he will never admit how much he likes it,

“why are you suddenly taken an interest in talking to me?”

“what are you talking about?” you ask playing dumb, looping a finger around the belt hole of your flared jeans. “I’ve always been interested.”

his heart skips at that. and he has no idea if you meant it or actually joking.

he says nothing only a hum. you assume that he’s disappointed with your answer because it isn’t specific. so you decide to continue,

leaning your body forward, you’re close enough to invade his personal space as you pretend to whisper a dark secret. “because i like you. like—like you like you. isn’t it obvious?”the answer is simple. pretty straightforward and you guess that he doesn’t get that often because of how he reacts.

he halts. beautiful eyes widen in surprise as he slowly turns to you who wears the opposite expression. a wide smile painted on your glossed lips, legs swinging back and forth—he admits that you look cute doing that—blinking your eyes rapidly in flirty manner.

you’re the only person who can make him weak on his knees. everyone can see that.

“what?”

“what you just said.” he points, now his work left abandoned. deciding to focus on you. “did you mean it?”

“every word.”

“are you sure?”

“why is it so hard for you to believe me?” you ask out of curiosity. brows furrowed as your arms crossed,

“nothing it’s just—“he scratches his head, looking down because he’s afraid if he looks into your eyes he’d form into a puddle. “you were never—you never said anything, carińo. i didn’t even think you like me.”

you nod, crossing your legs. “I’m just gonna ignore how you call me that unless you want me to get down on my knees and give you the best fucking head you will ever have.”

for what it’s like a hundredth time, he blushes at your choice of words. God, you have no filter at all.

“how could i say something when all you do is talk serious shit all the time? can’t even joke with you Miguel. people are basically scared of you. hell! even I’m terrified of you.” you confess,

“is that why you never—call me names?”

“what, a dick? or an ass?”

“no!” he exclaims, sounding offended. wondering if that what you must have thought of him back then. “i mean—you never give me a nickname—only with Ben” he mutters, feeling embarrassed of having to admit that out loud,

you scrunch your nose. “puddin? why is that even—ohhh” a sudden realization hit you and that’s where you laugh, throwing your head back and Miguel looks irritated at the fact you’re laughing,

“something funny?”

you nod your head vigorously, still laughing a bit as you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “Jess and Lyla are sooo right. you’re jealous.”

“i’m not!”

“hmm yes you are.” you giggle, seeing how his lips form into a pout and the skin between his eyebrows wrinkled. “that’s cute though. i promise not to tell anyone.”

he huffs, but internally relieved that you’re keeping your mouth shut. he will never hear the end of it by anyone if that one gets out.

“so..” he trails, releasing a small sigh. “you.. like me..?”

once again you nod, “i do.”

“g-good cause uh—i kinda like you too.”

“kinda?” you pretend to get hurt, hand over your heart. “is that all?! I’m quite offended! i poured my heart out to you!”

“ay, bueno listo! a lot! i like you—a lot.” he finally confesses, leg bouncing up and down due to nerves. “i just don’t how to say it or at least—act like it.”

“i can see that. you’re horrible at showing emotions except for anger, Miguel.” you reply, standing from your seat as you extend your hand to him. "but don't worry. i'll show you how to love. now come on."

he quirks an eyebrow, giving you an questioning look. "what are you doing?"

"uhm, getting some food? i'm starved. and you're coming with me. you have to eat something" a smile reaches your lips as he begins to mirror your expression while placing his hand on yours before standing up as well. you like how he towers over you. he’s a freakishly large man

“okay. i’d like that actually, querida.”

you give him a toothy grin. both of your hands are intertwined as the two of you walk towards the exist. you sense Miguel feeling awkward about the hand holding thing so you decide to ease his nerves by rubbing your thumb slightly against his skin.

“oh and also. you shall worry not a single thing about the whole nickname thing. you can choose what you like to be called by me and it’s all yours.”

a/n: this turned into a long ass fic im sorry lol

also does this one make sense? i feel like it’s rushed:// nevertheless hope you enjoy!

[i would let this man tear my pu—*phone drops*]

#miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara blurbs

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timeoutsoup · 1 year

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Dig You A Grave

For @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 propmt

Klarion was enjoying his current mission for The Light. He was sent to a small city somewhere in America’s Midwest, to retrieve a magical tome that was currently in the hands of an eccentric billionaire. Imagine his surprise, when what he originally believed to be a boring errand, turns into an exciting night, because it turns out this city, Amity Park, reeked of Death magic and was infested with ghosts.

Giggling, the witch boy scratches his familiars chin as his eyes grow wide and his face splits into a mischievous grin. In front of him people were running in various directions, attempting to escape what looked like a giant ghostly cat, being ridden by a young girl.

“Oh, Teekl, this town is much more interesting than I originally believed.”

Watching mortals panic, as the ghostly cat destroys part of the street, and damages buildings, Klarion notices some pesky thorns in his side. Young Justice. Scoffing the witch boy decides to continue his mission.

“Well while it was fun watching, I should use this lovely feline as a distraction and continue my mission, don’t you agree Teekl.”

What Klarion, Teekl and Young Justice didn’t see was a teenage ghost fighting what appeared to be a genie, off in the distance, defeating her, and returning everything to normal.

Danny had just defeated Desiree, capped the Fenton thermos, and was looking for a place to detransform as the ghost genie’s wishes disappeared. He had noticed some superheroes fighting one of Desiree’s granted wishes and wondering why they were here. Sighing Danny notices where he is. Of course, his fight had to end in the back of fruit loop’s mayoral mansion, just his luck. He quickly ducked into an alleyway to change back.

Once back to his normal self, the young halfa heard yelling, and what sounded like a fight going on.

“I literally just defeated Desiree, and already another ghost appears.” Danny grumbles as he sticks his head out from the alleyway, and to his surprise it is not a ghost wreaking havoc on Amity, but a teenage boy, wearing a suit, glowing hands, and hair shaped into devil horns. The cute guy was taunting Vlad and Danny need to know.

Checking the streets, no one was around, the young halfa dashes through the open gates and crouches behind a bush.

“I do not care who you are, leave this property at once.” Vlad commands, glaring down his opponent.

“Oh quiet. You are interfering with my fun.” The young man says. “Now look what you’ve done. The Justice babies are here.”

Danny watched as Vlad was picked up by a guy in yellow and red spandex and is carried away in a flash.

“What are you doing here Klarion? Why are you attacking these people?” A young man with glowing tattoos askes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know water boy!” Klarion responds, raising his glowing palms, getting ready to attack.

Danny watches in amazement as Klarion fights the group of teenagers. Standing up, he leans on a near by tree and just watches the battle unfold.

No one noticed him until he let out a laugh at some of the banter going on. “’Aster.’ Who says ‘aster’?” the teen wheezes, as all eyes turn to him.

Klarion glances at the boy. “And who are you supposed to be? Another wannabe hero trying to stop me?”

Danny rolled his shoulder getting ready for a fight. “Alrighty. If you want to fight, I’ll fight you, and if I win let’s go on a date?” The halfa askes, smirking at Klarion.

Everyone froze. No one new what to do or how to react. It was Danny who broke the silence he made. “Well can I get an answer?”

Klarion regains his composure. “Alright Fine! But if I win, I’ll make you a grave!”

“Aw, you’re making me a grave already?! How sweet of you!” A hint of a blush appearing on his cheeks, but before they could continue, Danny is roughly picked up and is zoomed out of their by the same guy, who grabbed Vlad.

“Hey, kid that was super dangerous what you did. You need to stay out of it and let those of us who are trained take care of this.”

Before he even had a chance to respond, the speedster zipped back to the fight, leaving Danny on the other side of town. Determined to return to the fight, Danny whips his head around searching for a safe place to transform. It took a bit to find a spot, but he eventually did. Changing back into his ghost form, Phantom raced back to the mayoral mansion, and the fight that was raging, making sure to turn invisible on the way.

By the time Danny made it back, the fight had ended, and Klarion was now where to be seen. The team of teenage heroes was nowhere to be seen, doing who knows what, but left a destroyed lawn for Vlad to deal with.

Disappointed Danny turned to leave but notices an orange tabby, looking worse for wear staring at him. Floating down, still invisible, the cat’s eyes following his every move. He kneels in front of the feline, slowly offering his hand for the cat to smell, trying his best not to startle the poor thing. The cat sniffs his hand and butts its head against it, shocking the poor ghost boy. Most animals hated him, especially in his ghost form, feeling uneasy around a half dead guy. This cat was different. They were special.

Danny gently scooped up the injured cat, holding them gently in his arms, heading towards the nearest vet.

Klarion had succeeded in his mission of obtaining the tome for The Light, but at a heavy cost to himself.

Teekl had emerged from the Mayor’s Mansion having successfully gotten the book, only to be seen by the junior justice babies. They divided their attacks between him and his beloved familiar. In the end he was able to grab the book as he a Teekl were separated by a blast. Deciding to lead the heroes away and return for his beloved feline, Klarion took to the sky. Once he knew it was safe to return, the witch boy began his search for Teekl.

It had been three days and Klarion had not found her yet. Anger and worry clouded his vision, as he continued his search.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #john constantine #klarion #danny and klarion friendship #klarion the witch boy #klarion dc #klarion danny

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swallowtail-lotus · 1 month

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Sweet & Sour {Buddha x Kanae!Reader x Loki}

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I know they don't like each other, but I thought this was funny at the time

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You ran down the huge corridors, excited to go see Buddha after he asked if you wanted to spend time with him. Of course you agreed, considering you got along with him so well. The thing that bothered you was how he said you couldn't say you were going to him. Just like the other times.

You slowed down, your brows turned to a frown and bug like eyes blinking in confusion. You nearly reached the destination he told you but felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Little butterfly~" A voice cooed in your ear, a mischievous laugh following after. You yelped out and swung your arm, nearly hitting whoever was behind you.

"You missed again~!" Loki spoke playfully, his eyes meeting yours.

"Ah! Sorry for nearly hitting you! You've already felt my reflexes and didn't wake up for four days straight!" This was true. You have smacked Loki once, and he couldn't wake up for four days, which worried you to no end.

"I know, but that was centuries ago. Besides, I've learnt to move when you strike." Loki reassured, waving the distant memory off even if it did scare him a bit.

"So, is there something you need?" You asked politely, intertwining your hands behind your back. Loki stopped, getting lost in your unusual eyes. He admitted he thought your eyes were the most beautiful pair, seeing that they resembled a pair of insect eyes.

"Nothing much, just wanted to know where you're going since you ran away so quickly." He answered, leaning back with his hands behind his head. Your eyes widen at his answer, fearing how he'll react if you told him the truth. You know about the two gods not getting along at all and honestly, it was annoying to break those two up when they had arguments.

It was difficult to answer the God who can easily see through any lie, so you did the only thing you could think of...

You backed away from the levitating God. You turned around, taking off faster than Loki could even properly respond to your lack of answer.

"Hey! Get back here!" You continued to run, your haori and hair flowing through the wind. You looked back to see if Loki was close, not looking back to watch your surroundings. You collided with something hard but soft at the same time, hearing a steady heartbeat.

"Couldn't wait to see me, huh?" You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart did backflips as soon as Buddha's voice chimed in to fill the silence that only lasted a minute.

You got off the taller God, pulling him up with your hand.

"I'm sorry. I was just-"

"There you are! Little- oh..." Loki stopped his sentence when he saw the long hair god standing in front of you, his smile turning into a glare. Buddha just took one look at the floating God and put his attention on you.

Loki's eye twitched at the smirk on Buddha's face, reaching out to grab your wrist.

"What are you doing with this traitor?" Loki hissed out the question, his grip tightening. The strength of his grip was hurting you, but you sucked it up and sighed.

"We were just gonna spend some time together." You responded quietly, trying to get your wrist out of his grip. That answer didn't calm the God down at all. It just fueled his anger more. Buddha noticed the intense glare from the other God, deciding to mess with him.

"What, you jealous or somethin?"

Buddha teased, his hands on his hips, his smirk still present. Loki's grip on your wrist had loosened, his face flushed a slight red. You managed to take your wrist from his hand, rubbing it to soothe the pain.

"Strange. You've never done this before. Sure you scared off a few males, which I'm thankful for, but never this." You commented, looking at the two gods in pure confusion.

"....." Loki didn't say a word, which was starting to scare you. Buddha calmed down, his hand patting your shoulder.

"Let's leave this idiot." He said, turning around to leave. You saw the blush fade from his face, feeling relieved he didn't suddenly catch a fever. You reluctantly followed Buddha, leaving Loki in his place.

"Want one?" Buddha asked, holding out a spare lollipop to you while the other was already in his mouth. You grabbed it from him, opening it up and put it in your mouth.

It wasn't rare for the candy loving God to offer you some of his snacks when you were with him.

"Thanks." Your reply was muffled by the lollipop in your mouth. Buddha found your muffled words amusing, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. While you were too occupied with the delicious taste of the lollipop, Buddha took the time to admire you.

Your eyes were sparkling as usual, but there was more in them now that you're happy. Your butterfly hairpins suited your perfectly, fitting for someone like you. But that wasn't what got his attention first.

It was your personality. He respects your love for the humans. If you dared to turn against the gods, he'll gladly stand by you.

While you were savouring the lollipop, you felt it get pulled out and the feeling of someone's lips on yours. Your eyes shot open, meeting none other than Loki, who seemed to have snapped out of whatever trance he was in and teleported near you.

With Loki, he was enjoying every second of it. One, because it was fun to piss off Buddha. Two, the lollipop made your lips taste sweeter.

You immediately started to push on Loki's chest and succeeded when Loki pulled away.

"What the-"

"See you later, Little Butterfly~" Loki cooed, teleporting away from the two of you. You stared into space, the lollipop now in your hands. Buddha rolled his eyes and leaned down, wiping your lips with his thumb.

"What- when-" You were at a loss for words, trying to process what happened a few seconds ago.

"That damned bastard."

Buddha mumbled, rubbing your lollipop on your lips to get the taste on them. Your face heated up from the closeness between you two.

"Guess I'm gonna try harder to steal your heart, huh?"

#my mind was in a different place writing this #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #buddha x reader #loki x reader #ror buddha x reader #ror loki x reader #kanae!reader

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cowboydisaster · 4 months

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Allo, Love! This is a prompt for your Christmas countdown. I’m thinking a snowball fight is needed. It can involve the whole gang at some point or just reader and Arthur. Maybe Arthur is grumpy cat and reader pelts him with a snowball and then another one, testing his patience until they end up wrestling in the snow. Then they end up getting a cold and are sick for Christmas. Hosea has to look after them both as they sit miserably by the fire.

Just a thought, no pressure.

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pairing: arthur morgan x f!reader word count: 1k a/n: sorry that this was late, i was so tired after work last night lol. Thank you for the lovely prompt, it is so cute!!

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: SIX days 'till christmas!

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“You see any movement?” Arthur asks, eyes flush against a pair of binoculars, scouting the white hills below for some game to bring back to camp. He's intensely focused, in predator mode as his eyes stalk over the valley in search of prey. He continues following the planes of the hills, seeing only small game. It’s been a tough winter, but you seem to be out of the thick of it by now.

It's a cold day. The ground is covered with a heavy layer of snow, and thick, ornate snowflakes trickle down from the overcast sky, dusting everything in white. The snow makes it easier to spot any tracks, as long as fresh snow doesn't fall on top of them.

“Darlin’?” Arthur asks when you don't respond, eyes never leaving the hills. He sighs, a bit annoyed. You've been very little help on this trip.

His eyebrows furrow, and the binoculars are brought down from his eyes as he begins to turn toward where you were standing just moments ago.

“Where'd you-”

Cold, soft snow pelts him directly in the face, splattering across his nose and eyes. Arthur jerks back with shock, wiping the snow away with his arm, as a harmony of giggles surrounds him.

His eyes meet yours, polar opposite expressions staring back at each other. You're smiling ear to ear, giggling at Arthur's deep set scowl. He grunts and sighs grumpily as he wipes the snow away from his face. The white mare at your side tosses her head in amusement, whinnying lightly as if she’s mocking him with you.

“Really?” Arthur grunts, shaking his head, grumbling, “A goddamn snowball? I'm tryin’ to hunt. Clear as the damn day that you ain't interested in helpin’ out, so if you could kindly knock the horseplay off, I'd appreciate it.”

Arthur shakes his head, turning back around, quietly mumbling, “Jesus.” to himself at your behavior. He resumes the search, locating the spot down below where he had planted bait.

Another snowball pelts Arthur, this time right in the back of the head.

“For chrissakes, quit that, would ya?” Arthur tries to maintain his authority, because he knows that as soon as he cracks a smile, this hunting trip is over. But he can't help it as his frown breaks into a small huff of air, a little laugh escaping from his lips.

You catch the little act, smirking. He's right where you want him now. Before he can even react, you grab another snowball from your hidden stash and whip it at him, hitting him square in the chest.

Arthur looks down at the white circle of snow on his chest, painting your perfect shot.

“Alright, that's it.” Arthur says matter of factly, wiping his hands together before marching towards you through the snow. You laugh, grabbing your pile of snowballs. You're not quick enough to defend yourself, screaming out as he scoops up a pile of snow, balling it up and throwing it right at you. The snowball explodes into flakes of ice upon contact with your arm.

“Arthur!” You laugh, eyes going wide as you see him coming towards you.

As quick as you can, you throw a snowball, but he dodges it quickly. You gasp as he runs forward and pulls you towards the ground with him. The impact is soft of course, blankets of snow to protect you from the harsh ground. Your laughs ring out, and two curious noses sniff the ground above you, making sure you're okay. Jasper and Sugar conclude that everything is alright and then they trot off together, stopping to bump noses and groom each other.

“Reckon they’re sweeter on each other than even us.” You smirk, your eyes following the horses until they trail back to Arthur’s. His blue eyes bore into your own, overflowing with adoration.

Arthur doesn’t reply as he pins your hands above your head. His cold nose lines against yours, lips just centimeters from your own.

“Quit. hittin. me. with. snowballs.” Arthur enunciates every word, beautiful blue eyes staring right into yours, waiting for your promise. You hum, thinking it over, but then your eyes flicker down to his lips, mind becoming aware of the position he has you in.

“Hmm.” You squint, leaning up, brushing your lips against his, “Sorry, Mr. Morgan. Afraid I can't do that. It's too funny.” You smile. He sighs.

“You're a heap of trouble, y'know that?” Arthur sighs.

“I like to keep you on your toes.” You whisper, finally bridging the gap between you two. His hands tighten around your wrists, lips pressing together slowly until you deepen the kiss. Arthur hums against your lips, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

The snow seeps into your coat, but you care none. Snowflakes fall upon you both, dusting you in beautiful sparkling white.

– – –

“Children! Goddamn children, gettin’ yourselves sick as you did.” Hosea ushers you and Arthur towards the fire, sighing loudly as he wraps you in a blanket and hands you steaming cups of coffee.

You had started a cough on Christmas Eve, and Arthur had followed shortly after. Now, on Christmas day, Hosea has been assigned the task of taking care of you pair of fools.

“Thanks Hosea.” You say sheepishly, voice hoarse and cheeks pink.

“Won’t happen again.” Arthur grumbles, eyes cast down.

You and Arthur share a knowing glance.

“Soon as I’m back in commission, it’s on.” You whisper to Arthur, scooping up a little ball of snow from the log you sit on, balling it in your frozen hands.

“Dear girl, I heard that!” Hosea calls from across the fire where he crushes herbs for you both.

Arthur places his hand on your thigh, pulling you closer to him, wrapping you tighter in your blanket. Sitting next to Arthur warms you right up, especially as he pulls you into his side, arms wrapped around you.

“I reckon all we can do now is get better, sweetheart.” Arthur murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair.

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fairytsuk1 · 4 months

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innocent to wicked | (s)

apart of the meet cute: gone wrong series, click here for more!

pairing: touya "dabi" todoroki x reader

words: 5.9k

prompt: "getting summoned to the principal’s office for different things and both waiting for their verdict"

warnings: strangers to lovers, innocence kink, marijuana, drinking, make out session, unprotected sex, dirty talk

You couldn’t believe the position you were in. Sweaty hands wrung into the fabric of your skirt as students walked by with sympathetic or curious looks. You were there for one reason, one that couldn’t possibly be fault of your own because you hadn’t even been smoking the weed.

None of your friends had noticed the campus officer bounding towards you with a mean gleam in his eyes. Your friends covered for themselves quickly, but he saw right through your casual lie, “I was just walking by!”

He didn’t believe you. Now, here you sat, soaking your skirt with droplets of anxiety. This couldn’t be happening. You were a top-notch student! You barely took a hit anyway; that doesn’t warrant potential trouble, potential suspension, or potential expulsion. Was that bile in your throat?

“Are you always so uptight?”

Your body reacts instantly, jumping away from the gravelly voice that spoke next to you. Dabi’s eyes search your face before snickering. He stinks of weed.

“I guess you are,” he asks, sinking into the plastic chair and manspreading.

“I-I’m not, actually,” you blubber weakly, “I just don’t get into trouble.”

He eyes you like he doesn’t believe you.

“Oh yeah? Then why’s someone like you, who doesn’t get in trouble, sitting pretty in front of the principal’s office?”

His voice makes your throat constrict. A strange feeling swirled throughout your body, like when you stood up too fast. Light-headed and hazy. Some other workers bustling in and out give Dabi cold, rugged looks of disdain. He doesn’t falter. Dabi’s cerulean eyes remain locked onto yours like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.

“I was just, well, they um…”

Your words die off, and Dabi feels like unhinging his jaw to eat you whole. How cute. With an embarrassed sheen in your eyes that matches your soft, pouty, glossy lips. You were an absolute beauty. The whole prim and proper package.

“I was caught smoking, well! I was caught being around people who smoke weed,” you turn anxiously to him, fingers twitching in the fabric of your skirt, “has that ever happened to you!?”

He almost laughs, swallowing it down, “Sweetheart, I’m the one who has the weed. Your friends probably bought off of me… but that’s kinda why I’m here.”

“Kinda?”

“Unlike you,” his eyes lazily traced the curve of your neck, “I got caught actually smoking it.”

“Oh.”

The silence spreads thickly between you. He’s like your friends but doesn’t feel like your friends. His piercing gaze and uncaring attitude seeped into the air like an aura you can only dryly swallow. Something about him screams, “danger!” Yet your eyes keep floating back to his sharp, creamy jaw as if he’s got you transfixed under a spell. His spell.

“Come on, you don’t think I’m a troublemaker, do you?”

Your eyes flicker to his, down to his piercings, and then away.

“...No. But I don’t do that stuff. Not like that.”

“That’s fine,” he sinks lower into his chair, “we don’t have to smoke tonight.”

“Tonight!?”

“Yes, tonight,” he emphasizes the word with a smirk, “you’re free, aren’t you?”

“Well, yes, but—!”

“Then try having some fun.”

The door opens much too dramatically for your liking, a teary, blubbering girl bounding past you and Dabi to run away from the stern face of the principal. His eyes settle on yours and then Dabi’s. The mere presence of the boy makes his lips curl over his teeth to reveal a brutish snarl.

“Touya,” he starts, sighing, “come in.”

Dabi nods, standing easily and towering over your seated frame. He turns his head to give you a wink before following the man into his office. You gulp to swallow your nerves, but it’s useless. That wink had totally locked you in.

Once his meeting is over, it’s the same routine as the last girl. Only Dabi doesn’t look worried at all. In fact, he merely looks blank as he exits the office. He does spare you a glance, but it’s brief. His footsteps are quiet as he walks off. You wonder what was swimming in those eyes. He was unreadable.

You almost forget the boy’s proposal as you lounge in bed. He didn’t even have your phone number, and after the anxiety that left you shaken post-meeting, you figured you’d have an early night. This sentiment of an early night is interrupted immediately by a vibration against your window. Sitting up, the stillness in your room contrasts with the loudness of your beating heart. There’s another thundering crack, and you yelp while springing off your bed. Was this a home invasion? Was someone trying to hurt you?

It’s quiet again. Your mind is running through all the safety rules drilled into you since childhood. Did you lock the door? Should you call the emergency hotline? The thoughts swim around your head like a school of fish as you hide behind the edge of your bed. But then, you hear it.

“Are you seriously gonna make me knock on your door!?”

Maybe it’s one of those kidnapping tactics. There’s simply no way, right?

“Don’t make me break the window!”

You’re at the window in seconds, the glass frame hitting its limit with a loud thud as you jut it open.

“Do you have any idea what time it is!?”

“It’s ten-thirty, my love,” he’s got another rock in his hand as he shifts his stance, “are you coming or what?”

“No! You threw a rock at my window!”

“And you said you were free,” he mockingly aims to throw the rock, “you want another?”

“Is that a threat? It’s too late! I’m already in my pajamas,” part of you wonders if your pajamas are really that big of a deal, “and you didn’t even tell me what we’re gonna do. You could kill me for all I know.”

You try to stay strong against his pressure despite your urgent curiosity screaming at you. The curiosity burns bright and hot, but your rationale tells you, “This is bad news.”

Dabi wonders if he got you all wrong. He knew you. Of course, he did. You steered clear of everything bad, including him. He had to see what you were like outside of late nights spent studying or participating too much in class. One could even call it desperation. Part of him feels like forgetting you and heading back to his own home where he could find another girl desperate enough to get into his pants to hang all over him.

But Dabi had found you before you even knew you’d be discovered. He couldn’t turn to some other girl. It simply wouldn’t do.

Another part of him knew that you made him feel that rumble in his stomach and beating in his chest that spoke of things he’d forgotten long ago. He pressed, “I was just gonna hang out with you, drink a little… I’m sure you know what living a normal life is like; just come down!”

You worry your lip again as you back away from the window. This is crazy! It felt like such a bad idea that somehow made your knees weak and trembling. Alone, drinking, with a guy? Your mirror shows a reflection to you that gives you pause. Maybe there was a chance that this was what Dabi wasn’t seeing. He wasn’t paying attention to your demeanor or how much experience you had; he was noticing you as a sexy, beautiful woman.

Of course, you lacked experience. You had taken your first hit of marijuana that noon, and now you were about to go sneaking out with a guy just because he asked you to. The angel and devil on your shoulder grappled for dominance. They kick and scream like a fussy child. There was no way you could give an opportunity like this up. The devil grins when his foot stands firm on the base of the angel’s wings. You ran to the window to yell, “Be down in a minute!”

Dabi was a lot nicer than you thought. Maybe that was the strawberry soju coursing through your veins, but the warmth of his arm around your shoulders felt more than good. Even the feeling of him starting to sweat was making you think of obscene things. You’d never thought your brain could think up such graphic daydreams… but you liked it. His hand squeezed your shoulder, and you liked it much more.

“What did I tell you? Told ya’ we were just gonna hang out, wasn’t gonna fuckin’, I don’t know, hurt you or something,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “where’d you get that idea from anyways?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re just putting words in my mouth!”

“Oh, don’t play that game with me. I heard you,” he hums in a low vibrato voice.

It’s not like before. It’s not just casual conversation. The way his eyelids lower and lips rub together is not just the two of you hanging out. Now, there’s something different. Something present and about to bloom in the night. It leaves his eyes gazing deeply into yours as if he was trying to figure something out about you. A sinful swirl in your heart told you that he had already found what he was looking for and was just waiting to take it. You were overwhelmed with the primal feeling of showing him that you already knew how powerful what you held inside you was, your lips connecting into a searing kiss that sparked and sizzled with every second that passed.

Dabi quickly set his beer down, letting my back hit mulch and dirt only covered by a thin black jacket; his jacket. Our lips connect and pull apart, connect and pull apart till you can feel the spit making them so slick and shiny that you’re both forced to take huffing breaths. He’s on top, lean body curved over yours with twitching hands that inch closer to your waist. You never lose each other’s gaze as rough fingertips glide across the plush skin on your waist.

“Dabi,” you mumble, voice hoarse and whispered.

The nighttime train passes by, producing a mini earthquake that tumbles the surrounding ground as it shuttles by. A soft, shushing noise accompanies the speeding hunk of metal. You go quiet, giving the working machine the audience it craved.

“I’m not ready yet,” it kills you to stop breathing as you await his response, “I’m sorry.”

He’s not one for apologizing or responding to them, so he only adjusts your shirt to stroke over the fabric that respects the modesty of your waist. “Can I still kiss you?”

“God, yes.”

You can feel his bulge as you arch into the curve of his body, but it only excites you as you bring him closer to your face. Your nails scrape against his scalp, which makes Dabi croon like a cat; you can’t help but giggle lightly during a heated break in your make-out session.

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound like a cat when I do…” you scratch the center part of his head, and he twitches in your embrace, “That.”

“Fuck off,” it comes out meanly, but he squeezes you tighter against his body.

His total weight rests on you, and you almost suspect he wants you more than you initially believed. Then, he’s proclaiming about how it’s late enough, and he’s cold as ever.

How hard you fell after that night at the train tracks is pathetic. You’d gone home with mud splattered on your calf and an unwavering smile. You’d thought of it as you brushed your hair to perfection, added your prettiest jewelry just because, and as you’d adorned your best looks, you wondered if he was thinking the same things you were.

As you should’ve guessed from how he plainly shoved past you in the hallways, he probably didn’t think of you at all. No, he didn’t think of you at all. There was no reason for the lack of warmth he showed you. It felt so stupid to wear a skirt and a blouse that flared just right. Your face mirrored a sad clown every time you peered into a mirror, how could you be so dumb!

You even texted him. Only a few times! But that still didn’t catch his attention, and you felt like a lost puppy left out in the rain. It was so cold and wet, and the water bubbled over your lashes every time. Even the people who walked by seemed to jeer at you with pointed whispers.

Talking to anyone doesn’t seem ideal. So you don’t look all pretty for anyone in particular. The hallway slowly disperses as people follow their priorities. A hand claps your back in a way that makes you stumble, head turning to not see Dabi but someone else entirely. Your hopes were dashed.

“Hey,” you’re face to face with Gyutaro, “what’s up with you?”

The two of you had never been close, per se, but there had been a friendship at a moment in time. You’d left Gyutaro behind the minute he thought female “friendship” translated to “let me try and shove my hand up her skirt.” Despite your pouty lips and ignited eyes, he still tended to seek you out.

“Gyutaro,” your voice is meek, with avoidant eyes up at him, “I need to get to class.”

“Oh, but–!”

Your back hits the lockers behind you with a resounding thud; you can only shrug your shoulders and frown up at him, “Ow!! I need to go.”

Gyutaro doesn’t let up. In fact, it feels like the lockers press harder into your back. He doesn’t touch you with a hard exterior but with a gentle touch. Dabi was always gentle with you. The difference between them couldn’t be more drastic, and you wish Dabi would look at you for once.

“Why don’t you talk to me, huh?”

“Gyutaro, please,” your bunny ears tremble compared to his wolf-like ones, “I’m going to yell and scream!”

“And look even more like an inexperienced outcast? If that’s what you want, I’m just trying to see what’s wrong with you…”

His hand, almost bigger than your face, traces down your shoulder to squeeze the supple flesh of your bicep. Blood rushes through your ears as a response is barely croaked out of you, “I-I…”

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

The skin of your arm must be bruised by the force of his hand. It feels like he’s just waiting for the perfect moment to sink his sharp teeth into your jugular. The piercing pain never comes. In fact, you close your eyes, but relief emanates from your arm as his iron grip is released.

Your eyes open to see Dabi standing next to Gyutaro. His few inches of height added to his menacing presence and dominance. He looked like a charming dark prince.

“Hey, Gyutaro. What’s going on?”

The two eye each other momentarily, and it feels horrible to be trapped between the two heated bodies. Your tongue is fat and dry in your mouth, “he was just on his way!”

“Was he?”

Silence crowds the three of you thickly. No one else could be privy to the tension in the air.

“Didn’t really look like it to me. Looked like he was grabbing your arm, looked like he was hurting you,” Dabi says plainly, eyes landing on yours with a gaze that makes you squirm.

Gyutaro clenches his fist and licks his lips like he’s pretending to growl as he downright fumes, “We were just talking.”

He says it shortly and snappily before giving you one last glare and storming out. You let the breath held in your lungs deflate as you turn towards your savior–the one who had still not redeemed himself for his previous villain-like behaviors.

“You didn’t have to step in…”

“I didn’t, the guy walked away himself. You saw him!”

You don’t respond to his little joke, even though you want to giggle behind your hand. No, you angle your body away from him and cross your arms, much to his displeasure, “what do you want, Dabi?”

You don’t even let him speak.

“You’re actually bothering me now, just like Gyutaro was before!”

“Am I? Or were you the one begging for my attention all weekend because she couldn’t stand that I had other priorities. So, which is it?”

“You’re a dick,” you mumble with a stuttered breath.

“And you want me, so talk to me.”

It doesn’t feel like when Gyutaro threateningly caged you in like a flightless bird. Dabi was relaxed. He was confident and had no problem inching closer and leaning down just to drink you all. It was precisely what he was doing now. It left your head spinning with thighs rubbing together. It was so suave.

“You didn’t text me back.”

“I was busy. You want all my time, huh?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth!”

You snap, but he only grins at you like he’s playing with a meek kitten, “don’t be that way.”

His eyes search yours for… something, and you think you could go on your toes and kiss his lips sweetly. Oh, but you were too shy for that. He had to have known that.

“When’s your class again?”

At this point, the hallway had cleared out. You were sure you’d be late even if you ran away from Dabi immediately.

“Well, now,” a loud resounding bell echoes in the empty abyss of lockers, “you heard it.”

“I did. Are you going to go?”

For the first time, you don’t go running with your anxiety choking you like a scarf as you burst through the classroom doors. Your feet stay planted. Your arms grab the lapels of his jacket and press your lips together.

It’s heated, scorching the way his hands instantly find the curves that give him a sensual hold on your body. He thought you were too shy to kiss here, “you can be pretty confident when you want to, babe.”

Your cheeks are hot, and your lips are slicked pink.

“Shut up,” it suddenly feels so embarrassing to be in such a compromising position, “I was just…”

Why did you kiss him? You could say you’d wanted to, but you were too nervous to jump into that can of worms. What next, fucking in bathrooms or empty rooms?

When you really thought about it, that was quite a thing to imagine.

Kissing partially exposed in the middle of the hallway against dingy lockers left your head spinning in the best way. It left Dabi’s words circling in your head. It left the feeling of his hands on your body seeping into your spine.

“I guess you can be pretty naughty too,” the way he says your name is downright sinful.

You almost lose yourself in the feeling of kisses trailing up and down your neck, but he’s pulling away and wiping his hands over his face, “okay, no more.”

“What? Why?”

You say it dumbly, looking up at him with near-pleading eyes, but he only giggles.

“I have to go somewhere. I’m assuming you don’t want to be late, but first,” Dabi says, backing you up against the wall to slide a hand just over your throat.

Every sensation felt heightened as the tips of his fingers just barely stroked over your pulse point. Your eyelashes fluttered as he squeezed so lightly to pull the air out of your lungs. He was like a siren, swallowing your oxygen and eyes going hooded as you lost control in front of him. For him.

He moves slowly, not at all in a rush. You watch his hair slowly lower, watch his fingers lightly pull away, and feel the wet, harsh suck as he marks a hickey on the curve of your neck. A gasp is stolen from you as you arch up into his body and mouth.

Dabi’s name is pried from your mouth when his teeth nibble at the perfumed skin. You let your hips wiggle into his free hand, let his touch ghost over the front of your skirt and over the curve of your ass that perks up so cutely. Then, he’s done, which means you’re done.

You can feel the heat that aches to draw you two back together. Your panties have never been more soaked than now. Your clit downright aches for friction. His bulge is just as prominent when he reaches to adjust his jeans.

“I’ll see you, hm?”

“When?”

Dabi pauses, rolling his tongue around as he thinks about it. For some reason, your hands twist together, and you worry your lip with bites. He licks his lips, pauses to get right in your space, and lets his honeyed breath hit the tip of your nose.

“Why don’t you come over tomorrow evening?

“Tomorrow? Are you sure?”

He scoffs, “are you sure?”

You let yourself think about it, really think of sweaty bodies grinding against each other with soft moans. Fucking is definitely on the table based on how he practically undresses you with his eyes; his cock would stretch and fuck you so well. Your eyes want to roll backward just from the lascivious thoughts of letting Dabi fuck your tight cunt with a hand forcing your back into an arch for him.

“Yes, yes! I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say with a bit of embarrassment.

He’s thinking of sinking his cock into you while you whine and squirm to feel the total weight of him inside.

“Good,” he gives a small, disarming smile, “I can’t wait.”

Truth be told, you couldn’t either. Dabi and you exchanged farewells, and you’re bursting through into a solo bathroom and shoving a hand into your panties. You cry out Dabi’s name into the plush of your hand, alone and needy for him only.

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. You’d fallen asleep with slick thighs and panting breaths; you just couldn’t wait to be enveloped in him. He’d responded to your texts cooly, with simple phrasing that made your heart jumpstart in your chest at every notification.

[DABI]: Not coming to school

[DABI]: Meet me at the track, and I’ll walk you to my place

[DABI]: You got it?

You nod in real life before quickly typing, “Got it!” adorned with sweet emojis. It was lighthearted. Fluffy. Like the calm before the storm, the storm being fucked within an inch of your life on Dabi’s bed on Dabi’s pillows.

The school day is uneventful, and the train tracks are even worse. It’s cold, with a chill that runs through every vein in your body. You could swear you saw eyes that weren’t there and putrid smells that made you lament waiting here for such a beautiful, beautiful man.

“You don’t look happy,” a voice calls out from behind, clear and full of levity.

“I’m not, waiting here is so…”

You let your words trail off as you glance around with your nose in the air. Dabi knew what you meant and knew that you were not used to grim surroundings. A class difference, he figured. A decency difference, you thought.

“Then let’s get you warmed up,” he sneaks a hand around your waist, “we could watch a movie if you want’, or just sit and smoke.”

“Smoke weed? Don’t get me sent to the principal’s office again.”

“Oh, please. You’re already kissing in the hallways. I’m sure they know how bad you are.”

“Can you stop saying that?”

“Can you stop acting like you’re some innocent girl?”

The conversation dies out, choked, and suffocated into silence. You glower at him for a moment before whipping your head away.

“I don’t act like that or anything that you’re thinking,” you spit the words out, “I’ll smoke with you. It’s not even a big deal!”

Your emotions peek out at the end, voice rising and chest flaring with a mixture of hidden arousal and anger that mixed together with all the teasing. Dabi says nothing, only licking his lips repeatedly like he’s anxious.

“I like the innocent thing, for the record,” he says after a few minutes, “wasn’t tryin’ to offend you. But, I am excited for tonight.”

“And why would that be?”

“Because I’ll get to see you the way you really are. You know, put you in your place. I bet your pussy is dripping at the thought of it. I like this back-and-forth thing we do.”

What he doesn’t say turns him on. You know, though, the air doesn’t feel as nippy as before. He still pisses you off, still grates your nerves, and makes you feel that powerful slap of shame… and yet you want him so badly you might wither away if you don’t have him.

Is this what it means to fall in love? Or to be the girl who falls in love with the wrong boy that you know is bad for you, yet the dick–and his heart–are hopefully too good to leave. You couldn’t be sure of the heart for now, but you could tell from the steadily growing bulge that the dick would be more than good enough.

His house would be good enough, too, more than good enough. It looked almost regal. It reminded you of secret nepo-babies who lived in mansions with maids yet still pretended to be out of money when it came lunchtime. Dabi didn’t seem like the type, though. Dabi’s life struggle seemed real, even if this was supposedly “his” house.

“You live here?”

“Yeah,” he says casually.

Dabi doesn’t even really elaborate, either, when he walks past the front door. It’s weird, but you don’t say anything as you follow his tall form.

“Is anyone home?”

“Nope, it’s just me and you.”

“Oh.”

Both of you stand dumbly in the living room. Dabi looks down at you while your eyes trace the photos on the wall. He’s not in any of them.

“Why are you looking over there when you could be looking at me?”

You quickly snap your eyes to his piercing ones, mumbling an apology. The two of you stare at each other; it feels like you’ve never kissed.

“...Do you want to kiss me?”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

The two of you are closer now; his fingertips rub the edge of your long-sleeved sweater. The pads of his fingers touch your wrist tenderly as he snakes his hand up the sleeve to stroke your forearm. He just wants to feel you, and you’re left trembling with desire.

“Yes,” you whisper quietly with quivering lips, “I want to kiss you, I want to–to feel you.”

Your pleading hangs heavily in the air.

“Me too.”

It isn’t immediately messy and sloppy; it’s romantic and sweet. It’s layered with feelings that speak so many words into your heart as your sweater is peeled off your skin. Dabi’s lips take the lead, and the feeling of skin grazing across yours is so delightfully sinful; his back hits the wall moments later as you drag him down for another lungful of hot kisses.

All four hands are wandering. Unbuttoning, peeling, tugging, pulling. It all comes together into a hot mixture of making out while you fall into Dabi’s uncovered arms as he undresses; his hands are easily molding to your hips as he pushes a leg between yours. Your back hits the wall moments later as he heads towards your neck like a rocket, biting marks in a trail over the column of your throat.

“You’re so hot; I love how you fall apart for me every single time,” he rasps into your ear, leg flexing as you can’t your hips back and forth.

“You make me feel so, ah, so needy.”

“I’m the only one who can help you, baby. I’m the only one who can care for you how you need it. Let me show you,” Dabi whispers hotly into your ear, “let me make you cum as many times as I want.”

He’s got you locked in.

“Pleasepleaseplease, do it! Make me feel good,” your words are nearly slurred as you grind against his thigh, feeling utterly pathetic as his jeans rub your clit just right over the fabric.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” and yet his eyes remain trained on every tilt of your hips, “get up here. Need to fuck you right now.”

Your body wants him so badly. It’s shocking how you instantly move like a dog on a leash. His hands grope you, and you’re keenly aware of the way he peels your panties from your dripping cunt. It’s embarrassing to you, but Dabi’s eyes never leave the way your hole clenches around nothing.

“Goddamn,” he breathes a low whistle, cerulean eyes snapping to yours before flicking back down to your pussy, “what a sweet, sweet pussy. You’re drooling, baby.”

It makes your cheeks feel hot. He takes your body in so openly; he’s so unafraid to slide a finger through your folds and listen to your weak whimper. It feels too good the way the rough pads of his finger circle your clit with the pressure that makes your eyes roll back.

“Oh god, Dabi,” you whine, head lifting to catch his gaze under your mussed hair.

He’s calm. Dominant aura as he starts working a finger in, “gotta stretch you out. Are you sure you’re not a virgin? That way you’re squeezing me is so… sexy.”

He’s thrusting his fingers and talking as if he’s recounting the weather; meanwhile, your legs shake as your breath quickens. His fingers are much longer than yours, and his precision drives you nuts when they curl against your spongy, sensitive insides.

“Fuuuck, your fingers are so long,” you gasp into his shoulder as the pressure builds.

The clicking is nonstop as Dabi finger-fucks you; he mumbles something sarcastic that goes through one ear out the other. His thumb skirts over your clit, and your thighs come swinging to a close, only blocked by the sturdiness of Dabi’s body as he forces you to take everything he’s giving you.

“Gonna make a mess, baby? Go on, come on, my fingers like the needy slut you are,” his voice groans with a raspy horniness.

It’s overwhelming. Your breaths mix together as he maintains eye contact, and your orgasm crashes over you like Poseidon’s wave. It’s overpowering and heady. All your senses are dull initially, then sing like a chorus as you wail. Your hole creams as your mouth stays shaped in an “o.” Dabi merely smirked as you fell apart under his touch.

“Oh my god,” you wheeze, “Dabi…”

He’s quiet, only humming as he sucks lewdly on his ring and middle finger. You’re quiet, too. The only thing audible is the two of your pants as you share a moment. Then, pink lips curl over sharp teeth as he draws closer, “too tired?”

“Tired for what?”

Dabi’s wolfish grin grows, “Too tired to get fucked?”

Even though you came a bit ago, you still eye his bulge like it’s a meal. You bite your lip, shrugging and playing coy.

“I mean…”

He shuts you up with a kiss as his hands busy themselves with unbuckling and unbuttoning. You’re eager as the denim is haphazardly pushed down along with cotton boxers, mouth-watering as his flushed tip twitches. Dabi watches you admire him with a warm rush of pride. His fingers grip your chin and tug your look upward, eyes lidded and the head of his cock barely brushing against your folds.

“Yeah, yeah. Just look at me. I wanna see your face as I fuck you.”

“God,” you mumble, feeling exposed, “you’re so lewd!”

With that, his tip is suddenly pushing into you all at once. His cock fills you, and you’re shivering, “Dabi!”

“Aww, I’m not even all the way in yet,” he coos, nose against your cheek as he bullies inch by inch into your tight pussy, “I knew you’d feel fucking amazing.”

You’re consumed by Dabi. He takes over your senses and fills you to the absolute brim. His balls are nestled against your ass as he lets you adjust. Your hands first scrape against his chest before moving to his shoulders.

“Fuck me, Dabi. Please, mmf, wanna feel you fuck me,” you whine, nails scratching against his back.

“I won’t leave you out to dry,” he grunts, hands gripping your hips for purchase, “I’ll fuck you so good.”

Dabi doesn’t shy away from your requests. One minute, you’re waiting with bated breath to finally feel him move. The next, his hips are hitting yours with magnificent power as he ravages your insides. You’ve never felt like this–never been fucked like this, and it’s incredible.

The two of you are a sight as the man behind you jerks you up with his primal thrusts, “Aww, so cute. You’re all mush just for me, isn’t it amazing?”

“Yes, oh my god, yes! I’m yours.”

“Are you?”

Dabi sneaks a hand down to your clit, sliding over your folds as his dick stretches you to the brim. You could collapse if he wasn’t holding you. Everything feels so heightened, as if your nerves are singing with heady arousal. Dabi’s every touch leaves an almost searing trail as he completely envelops you.

“I am,” uttering a whimper that’s barely squeaked out, “let me cum, please!”

“Hmm,” but he’s losing his grip on dominance as his balls slap harder against your ass, and his hips grow just a tad shakier.

He moves so pointedly as he pants into your ear. Slippery fingers circle your clit hard, pushing you back to feel the punishing thrusts of his cock.

“Cum for me,” he grunts with hot breath, “cream on my cock, babe.”

It all comes crashing down on you hard. Your walls convulse as your heart stops beating; it’s too good. You can feel the blood rushing through your ears as everything goes hazy. Cries spill out of your mouth because you can’t help it, “Dabi, oh my… Dabi!”

“Yeah, fuck. This pussy is too good,” his voice trembles as he says ‘good,’ sweaty hands losing grip on your thighs as he humps you, “gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so well, shit!”

His cum spurts in hot ropes that spill out as Dabi creampies you. Hazy eyes glance down between your thighs to see his cum roll down your thigh, pussy spent and thoroughly fucked as he kneads your ass.

Both are you, a sweaty, debauched mess. Dabi slides his soft cock out past your lips, knuckles white as he spreads your ass cheeks. Knowing he’s watching intently with fire in his eyes as the physical evidence of your relationship drips out your hole.

You’re still trying to steady your breath when Dabi slides his finger up the trail of cum and plunges two fingers into your pussy. Every part of your body jolts, coupled with a stifled cry, “Touya!”

“Ooh, I’m Touya now? Nice,” he hums, head leaning to rest in the crook of your neck, “we make a good pair.”

You agree sleepily, winding your arms around his shoulders as his arms keep you upright. Dabi stares down at you. He looks at you like he’s cracking a cryptid. You don’t know what he’s found inside your soul, but it brings you closer to his chest like he’s cradling a precious doll. To him, though, you are his precious doll.

Dabi sits on the plastic chair. It’s as uncomfortable as it’s always been. He could care less like he always has. It’s only made better by the exposure of a creamy thigh leading under a pleated navy skirt. Dabi’s eyes meet yours, and you give him a wide, bright smile. He smirks back at you. God, breaking the innocent was always so fun.

#bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia smut #boku no hero academia smut #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero academia #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #touya x y/n #touya todoroki x reader #touya imagine

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deep-fried-egg · 7 months

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We can still be friends

CW: g!p, smut, blowjob, short. Very short, r gets friend zoned

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

I have never been high before. And I know that's probably a surprise when it's coming from the best friend of a girl that gets high almost every day! But I've just never thought about it. Until today of course...

Vada and I were passing a joint back and forth while she giggled at something I was saying. It was funny seeing her like this. Her hair was in a bun, she had on an orange sweater with some grey sweatpants. she looks so cute!

I'm glad I could finally see her relaxed like this after all the shit she endured from the shooting. Actually, that's how we met! we hod in a bathroom stall together when there was some dumbass with a gun at our school.

we're both mostly over it now but sometimes when I hear fireworks it just triggers a trauma response in my head and I think it's happening all over again...

but that's enough about that topic... I need to be relaxing. that's why I'm trying weed anyway! she told me it would help me relax. so here I am. smoking weed with my best friend that I admittedly have a little crush on...

she doesn't know that though. and she certainly doesn't have to.

"Have you ever given someone a blowjob?" Vada asked with a sly smile while passing another puff of smoke into her mouth and then exhaling through her nose. She looked so beautiful with her lips slightly parted... and that stupid grin on her face.

I nearly choked on the smoke I had inhaled from the blunt. "wha..." I sputtered while coughing violently. I hadn't expected her to ask me that!

"have you...?" I asked her back, hoping I didn't sound as flustered as I felt.

"what? no! I am so awkward..." she laughed at herself. "I'm surprised you haven't! you're like... the fuck princess!"

I let out a laugh too. "what does that mean?'

"You know! the fuck princess!"

"well, that's on me I guess. never assume." Vada just shrugged and rolled her eyes. I couldn't stop laughing.

"well actually I was gonna say... you wanna try it?" Vadas question made me confused... she doesn't have a dick! how could I try it?

"how? I mean neither of us have a dick right?"

she smirked again. "you sure? because I do." I tried not to react, but I could feel the heat rising up my cheeks. "if you don't want to don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do but-"

she cut off her own ramblings when she realized I wasn't responding anymore. instead, I was staring at her with wide eyes. "is that a yes?"

she asked nervously. "because I really wouldn't mind if you said no. I know I can get kind of forward."

"yes," I replied without hesitation.

She grinned widely and pulled me closer by my shirt. she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against mine. I returned the kiss eagerly and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her body tightly against mine. She moaned quietly and started to move her hands along my body, slowly sliding them down my torso.

I responded by grinding my hips against hers. she pulled away for a moment and stared at her lap. I followed her gaze and saw her hard cock straining against her sweatpants.

"Fuck... I'm sorry I'm just excited..." she whispered .

"don't be sorry..." I replied before tugging on the waistband of her sweats and pushing them down to her thighs. My hands immediately went to the bulge that sat directly under her boxers.

I palmed it gently, stroking the skin underneath. I have no clue how to do this... I've never touched a dick before!

I pulled down vada's boxers completely, revealing her huge cock... fuck. how am I supposed to do this?

I hesitated, thinking about what to do next. but then she groaned and grabbed my shoulders, urging me to take her cock into my mouth . I did what she wanted, running my tongue along its length until I reached the tip.

Vada moaned softly, grabbing a good handful of my hair and pulling it roughly, making me yelp loudly. I quickly took her cock into my mouth and began to bob my head up and down, slowly stroking the part I can't fit in my mouth.

I have no clue what to do. I want to make her cum but how do I do that? I guess I'll just figure it out sooner or later.

a moaned again and pulled my hair even more harshly than before. I winced but continued . after a few minutes her moans turned to gasps and whimpers of pleasure.

I felt Vada's hips buck involuntarily against my mouth causing me to gag . "shit" she whimpered softly. "I - " then she stopped and bit her lip lightly, closing her eyes briefly. "fuckkkkkkk" she hissed.

I then felt Vada tense up and let out a sharp gasp before she came undone in my mouth. I somehow swallowed everything in one try. my throat burns and my mouth tastes gross but it's worth it.

"Is this gonna... ruin our friendship?" I asked timidly. "Yeah... we can still be friends."

#eggsub thoughts #jenna ortega x reader #vada cavell x reader #lorraine day x reader #wednesday addams x reader #camila montes x reader #phoebe atwell x reader #tara carpenter x reader #vada cavell x y/n #vada cavell x you #vada x reader #vada cavell #the fallout

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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year

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Hii I was abit nerbous requesting this cause it’s my first time requesting a fic from you but I would love to see a Sebastian sallow x reader fic that would be about after the reader takes the poly juice potion to be professor black the reader decides to pull a prank on Sebastian and scare him as professor black while making the weirdest convo while talking to him(you can decide whatever this can be) Sebastian is just flabbergasted and after the poly juice potion wears off the reader can’t help but cackle when she encounters Sebastian who goes on a rant about professor black and the reader admits it was her and not actually professor black the reader decides to leave Sebastian hanging as she makes a run for it and Sebastian chases her the moment she runs and after he grabs her he corners the reader and in close proximity tells the reader that she has a lot to explain and this causes a really wholesome kiss between the both (sorry if this is long I wasn’t trying to make it long😭 but it would make my absolute day seeing you do this request)

I was just laughing to myself as I wrote this, I'm so funny let me tell you.

Polyjuice (S.S)

Leander is here getting bullied because I can't help myself. Ominis has been corrupted into joining you in pranks, he played a very important role in embarrassing Sebastian. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request! I hope you enjoy <3

You giggled to yourself as you stirred the cauldron, placing the small tuff of hair you had somehow managed to take from Professor Sharp into the mixture, watching it change colours instantly. “This is going to be brilliant, Ominis!” You said, lifting your head to smile at Ominis, who shook his head as he tried to hide a smile. “I’d be surprised if you managed to make it ten minutes into this plan of yours, let alone into the hall.” You smiled as you poured the mixture into a cup, shaking your head in anticipation. “I’ll make it work; don’t you worry. Do we have everything here? Robes, items of interest, things like that?” You asked, watching Ominis nod as he pointed to where he had left what you requested. He had no idea how you managed to bring him into such a scheme, but there he was as he listened to you as you went through your plan, smirking when you brought up your endgame. “Sebastian’s not going to know what hit him, just you wait. I can see his face now; red, probably embarrassed, he won’t be able to look Sharp in the eye for weeks!” You giggled to yourself as thought about it, glancing over at Ominis to see him smile. “Bottoms up, I suppose.” With that, you tipped the cup to your lips and downed the liquid, gagging a bit at the sour taste. Ominis frowned as he listened to you react to the potion, glad that he was unable to witness the horror that would be you morphing into one of your teachers.

“That went better than expected.” Sharp’s voice echoed through the Undercroft, which startled Ominis for a quick moment. “Well, you certainly sound like him.” He breathed, a slight huff escaping him. You laughed; it felt unnatural to hear Sharps voice mimic your own, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing more. “Now you sound like someone dosed Sharp with something. If you hope to get away with this, you need to act like the professor.” Ominis said, shaking his head. You finished changing your robe and grabbing what you needed from the floor, taking a breath as you tried to get into character. “Right, thank you for your helpful insight, Mr. Gaunt.” Ominis cleared his throat as he tried to hold back a laugh, shaking his head. “It’s unsettling how quickly you switched up, I have half the mind to believe that Sharp was here, if it wasn’t for the fact that I heard your voice a few minutes ago.” You frowned playfully as you took a few steps around, trying to match your gait with the professor’s before you headed out. “Do I sound like him when I walk, Ominis?” You asked, turning to walk over to him as he furrowed his brows. “It seems like you have his walk, I can only assume that to anyone else, you are the professor.” You smiled, moving to leave the Undercroft. “Perfect, I shall be back when my plan is done.” “I fear for anyone that comes in contact with you.”

You walked down the halls, speaking with a student every now and then as you searched for certain students, careful to avoid the actual Professor Sharp. You turned down a hall as you narrowed your eyes, landing on the head of Leander, who stood on the side as he spoke to some of his friends. Smiling to yourself, you walked over and stood behind him, raising a brow as you listened to him talk. You had arrived mid-conversation, and only caught Leander talking about some Slytherin students when his friends motioned for him to turn around. Leander looked up at you with wide eyes, the colour draining from his face. “Mr. Prewett.” You said, looking down at him. He frowned slightly as he tried to avoid your gaze. “Professor Sharp, hello.” You held your composure as you continued to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Did you get some of that potion on you yesterday?” Leander furrowed his brows, unsure what to say. “The potion?” “Yes, the one that you claim, “Got stuck to your robe and fell over.” Did you get any on you?” Leander nodded slightly, cheeks heating up as he remembered potions class. “Yes sir, but why do you ask?” You smirked slightly as you looked to his friends as they tried to keep straight faces. “You smell horrible. Have you not changed your robes since yesterday?” Leander’s friends snickered behind him as his face grew redder. “No sir, I didn’t think that it would smell.” “It does, I suggest you fix it quickly before another professor gives you detention for being unhygienic.” You turned away from him and began walking away, smiling to yourself as you listened to Leander mutter to himself and sprint away to his dorm.

You continued down the halls as you searched for your final victim, who sat alone in the courtyard reading a book. You shook your hands slightly in excitement before you walked through the doors, walked right up to Sebastian. “Mr. Sallow, I’m glad I found you here.” You said, startling Sebastian as he looked up at you with wide eyes. “Professor? Were you looking for me?” You nodded as Sebastian stood and put his book into his bag, confused. “Indeed. I had some concerns after yesterday's Potions class that I thought I should address.” “Concerns?” Sebastian asked, frowning. You nodded, looking around the empty courtyard. “All by yourself today?” He nodded, still confused. “Rather unusual, given your closeness with Miss L/N and Mr. Gaunt.” You watched Sebastian closely as his cheeks heated slightly, shaking his head as he shrugged his shoulders. “They were busy, figured I could use some time alone to catch up on some reading.” You smirked as you nodded.

“My concerns from potions class pertain to your closeness with y/n. I have half the mind to separate you two, so you get your work done more efficiently. Can’t have you two distracting each other.” You said, turning away from Sebastian to hide the smile that fought its way to your lips. Sebastian stuttered, his face heating up more as he watched you in confusion. “I don’t understand. What do you mean by distracting?” You shook your head, trying to form a frown to fight your smirk. “I mean, Mr. Sallow, that I don’t want your girlfriend blowing herself up because you wanted to show-off.” You forced the frown to stay as you turned back to Sebastian. You watched his face become even more red as he tried to stutter out that you were not, in fact, his girlfriend. “Ah, so Miss l/n isn’t your girlfriend?” You asked, smirking at Sebastian as he shook his head frantically. “A word of advice then, Mr. Sallow. Become a better actor.” He looked up at you with furrowed brows, confused. “By that I mean, stop acting smitten with her. You have half the castle believing that you were together.” You turned again, fighting your smirk from becoming a big smile.

“I do not act like I’m…smitten!” Sebastian said, frowning in embarrassment. You shook your head as you looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. “Of course, my mistake. Another thing, however.” You reached into your pocket as your fingers grasped around the fabric as you smirked. “Perhaps you should keep better track of your clothing, as well.” You tossed the cloth to Sebastian, watching his thought narrow as he caught it. His eyes widened as his face grew hot, staring at the boxers that sat in his hands. “It’s rather weird to have your initials on your undergarments, but perhaps you deal with this problem often?” Sebastian stuttered as he watched you walk away in horror, unable to speak as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. You quickly walked down the halls as you made your escape, feeling the potion wear off as you hid in one of the off-limits restrooms. You laughed quietly to yourself as you changed back to your normal state, tears in your eyes as you replayed the events. You had to thank Ominis for the boxers when you returned.

You roamed the halls casually as you passed by students, making your way back to the Undercroft with a smile on your face. You smiled as you greeted Sharp as you walked by, who greeted you in return as he spoke to another professor. You smirked to yourself as you passed by Leander, who had changed into fresh robes as he talked to his friends, asking them if he still smelled weird. You turned a corner as you spotted the entrance to the Undercroft, looking around before you quickly disappeared. You tiptoed across the ground as you smirked to yourself, hearing Sebastian’s loud voice echo off the walls.

“I can’t look him in the eye ever again, do you understand? How can I walk into the class now after this?” Sebastian shouted, head in his hands, as he sat down. You watched Ominis as he smiled, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he listened to Sebastian. You walked closer, clearing your throat as you hid a smile. “Sebastian? Are you alright?” You asked, standing in front of him as he shook his head. “No! I am not alright!” He shouted, looking up at you with red cheeks. You bit your lip as you held back a laugh, forcing a frown as you looked over at Ominis, who only shook his head as he continued to shake. “Well, what happened then?” You asked, patting his head in hopes of trying to comfort him. He sighed as he pulled the boxers from his robe pocket. “This! Sharp had it for some reason! He handed them back to me, it was horrible! I don’t understand how he even got his hands on them!” You broke a bit as a small laugh left your lips, quickly bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. “It’s not funny! It’s horrible!” He shouted, his voice breaking slightly. You nodded, biting your lip harder. “Of course, you’re right. Was that all?” You asked, watching Ominis from the corner of your eye as he covered his mouth. “He- he said I was bad at acting!” You furrowed your brows as you looked at him. “I mean, he said we were dating, and that I was bad at hiding it!”

You couldn’t hold yourself together as your shoulders shook as you laughed. Sebastian watched you as you bent over, holding your sides as you laughed, confused. You felt tears in your eyes once again as your uncontrollable laughter got louder, unable to look at Sebastian. “It’s not funny! Why are you laughing?” You sucked in a few breaths as you looked at him, backing away a bit as you tried to speak. “I- I used Polyjuice to trick you. It’s rather hilarious! Your face!” You gasped, laughing harder as you confessed. “You what!?” Sebastian stood; brows furrowed as he made his way towards you. You quickly straightened up as your eyes widened, quickly running away as you continued to laugh to yourself. “Get back here!” You heard Sebastian shout, running after you as you left the Undercroft.

You shouted behind you as you ran, seeing Sebastian behind you. “I’m sorry! I swear!” You giggled as you ran around a corner, almost hitting the wall in front of you as you panted. Sebastian came up behind you in a second, grabbing you and pushing you against the wall as you continued to laugh. You tried to catch your breath as he stared you down, brows furrowed as he waited. “You got me, I’m a criminal.” You breathed, unable to stop yourself from chuckling again. Sebastian sighed as he placed his hands on either side of your head, staring into your eyes. You tried to hold in a laugh as you studied his face, his freckled cheeks still red; whether it was from embarrassment, anger, fatigue, or all three, you didn’t know. “Care you explain yourself?” He whispered, quirking a brow as you brought your hand to your mouth, hiding your smile. “I’m sorry?” You whispered, your shoulders shaking once again. Sebastian sighed as he waited for you to calm down. You looked into his eyes as you smiled softly, scrunching your nose as you spoke. “You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed.” His face heated up, causing you to smile more. “See? So cute.” “You’re not getting out of this by being cute.” Sebastian said, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to hold back a smile. “But I’m not the one being cute.”

“Where did you get my boxers?” Sebastian asked, frowning as you shrugged. “I asked Ominis to get them, thought it would be funny.” He scoffed as he shook his head. “You’re a nuisance. Pretending to be Sharp? You could have gotten detention.” You shrugged again, smirking. “But I didn’t. Ten points to me.” Sebastian smirked at you, taking a hand, and flicking you in the forehead. You quickly brought your hand up to where he got you, pouting. “Ow! Is that anyway to treat your non-girlfriend?” Sebastian bit the inside of his cheek, pondering. “Do you want me to kiss it better, then?” “Absolutely not. What am I, seven?” He sighed as he smiled, taking a glance into your eyes before he brought his face closer to yours. You felt his nose touch your own as he whispered. “I’m a great actor, for your information.” You scoffed, closing your eyes as you smiled. “You’re really not, Mr. Smitten.” “Says the non-girlfriend.” You huffed as you opened your eyes, crossing your arms. “I’m great at acting, fooled you. Though it’s not that hard to do.” “You just don’t shut up, do you?” “Make me then.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, eyes widening as you realized what you had said. Your cheeks heated up instantly as you realized just how close you were, watching Sebastian ponder for a minute before smirking. “All right.” With that, he closed the gap, his soft lips connecting with your own. You smiled into the kiss, tasting the apple tart that he had eaten during lunch, its sweet taste making the kiss even sweeter. You brought your hand up to his hair, massaging his scalp as you played with the soft brown locks.

You brought your other hand to tap on his cheek, signaling that you needed air. Sebastian reluctantly pulled away, breathing heavily as he tried to fill his lungs with air. You smiled as you rested your forehead against your own. “Is this what you do with your non-girlfriends?” “Cheeky.” You giggled as you placed another small kiss to his lips. “You love it.” “Of course, I do.”

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