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daycourtofficial · 4 months

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A Bite Sized Romance

Summary: you offer to make dinner for Azriel, but he gives you half-assed reasons as to why he can’t make it.

Author’s note: I love love love this idea it’s been floating around my head for a LONG time 💕

“Have you ever had ratatouille?” You ask Azriel, taking a bite of the dish in front of you.

Every Thursday, you and the shadowsinger go out to a different restaurant, usually in Velaris, occasionally in other courts. Seeing the shadowsinger could be difficult during the week, especially with your busy schedule, so you two set aside Thursday nights to eating dinner together.

Your brain had a hard time understanding that these were not necessarily dates, even though that is exactly what Cassian, Mor, the whole IC, and even Azriel and yourself call them.

“No, what’s rat patootie?” He says, taking a bite of his pasta.

“Ratatouille,” you correct, sighing wistfully, “it’s a traditional dish my mom used to make when I was a kid. I don’t think annyone in Velaris makes it. This dish kind of reminds me of it, but it’s not the same.”

You sit up, a smile stretching across your face. “Maybe next Thursday I’ll cook it for us. It’s so much better homemade - what do you say?”

He stills at your words, almost choking on his food. Through coughs he tells you, “surely there’s somewhere we can go for it, I wouldn’t want to trouble you with cooking.”

“But I like cooking,” you object. “And despite the copious amounts of meals we’ve shared together, I don’t think I’ve ever cooked for you.”

He doesn’t want to budge, so you pull out the big guns.

You pout your lip, making your eyes look as sad and endearing as possible, “please, Az? It reminds me of being a kid again. And I’d love to share that with you.”

Mother forsake him, he couldn’t say no to your sad, puppy dog eyes.

“Fine,” he grumbles, sure he’ll figure a way out of it before Thursday comes. Perhaps he could find a way to get impaled.

You squeal, “oooh you’re going to love it!”

Thursday was fast approaching, and Azriel was trying to use every excuse in the book to keep this dinner from happening. He told you Rhys had to send him on a mission that night, which you immediately turned around and went to Rhys’s office and asked him to send someone else.

Rhys, having no idea what you were talking about, sees Azriel in the doorway who tells him mind to mind, “come on, say you have to send me.”

Rhys sends the equivalent of a smirk to Azriel mentally and tells you, “my mistake, I didn’t realize what day I was telling him to leave.”

Azriel stood in the doorway and gave his brother the finger from behind you.

Azriel made excuses, all ranging from Cassian needing help with training, Feyre needing an escort to the Hewn City, even to Mor needing help with the upkeep of the horses in the guard. Every excuse was denied by his so-called family, not allowing him to use them as scapegoats. It was starting to make you suspicious.

Thursday morning after Azriel’s last ditch attempt to get out of the dinner, involving some excuse about Eris needing rescuing, you sigh, exasperated.

“Okay Az, it was just an idea. Clearly you don’t want to do it, so just.. don’t bother, okay? Go save Eris from whatever it is that’s attacking him.”

You turn, wanting to leave the kitchen before Azriel sees how much this actually upsets you. “That’s not-“ he starts, trying to grab you as you pass him, but you wriggle from his grasp, disappearing into the hallway up to your bedroom.

Az was sitting on the kitchen counter, wallowing in self-pity over how poorly he handled that situation, when Cassian walked in.

“And what do you have to be so upset about, pretty boy?”

Azriel lifts his head, looking at Cassian eating a stupid banana. Gods, he wanted to throttle him. “Oh no, I’m Azriel and a beautiful woman wants to cook me dinner, even though I eat dinner with her most nights and have weekly dates with her even though I deny anyth-“

Cassian stops, taking a bite of his banana. He looks up, and realization dawns on him.

“Oh my gods,” he says, his mouth full of banana. Azriel decides to play the denial game, because surely Cassian did not figure out the secret he’s kept guarded for several months while eating a fucking banana.

Cassian looked at him, turning to look up the stairs where you had left just a few moments ago, “you two?”

Azriel rolls his eyes, “we’re friends, yes.”

Cassian rolls his eyes even harder. “I’m not an idiot. You follow her around like a pitiful puppy,” he says, coming closer to his brother, “you two eat just about every meal together, but the one day she offers to cook for you suddenly you can’t find time for her?”

Cassian narrows his eyes at Azriel, “you ashamed of her or something?”

Azriel’s eyes widen, not only at Cassian’s question that he could ever be ashamed of you, but also at Cassian’s change in demeanor.

Cassian slips into the protective big brother role when it comes to you quite easily, Azriel thinks as Cassian puffs out his chest while he strides over to stand next to Azriel.

“Now why on earth would I be ashamed of her?”

Cassian inspects Azriel for a second before asking, “then why haven’t you told her?”

He pauses, then asks, “how long have you known?”

Azriel huffs, “known what?”

“That she’s your mate.”

Azriel stills at Cassian’s words. They liked to poke fun of Cass, calling him a dumb brute, but Cassian was no fool. If any member of his family were to discover his secret, it would be Cassian.

Azriel looks at him, “a few months. I’ve been… waiting.” He sighs, “I keep wanting to tell her and then I psyche myself out. Once I tell her, things will be… different.”

Azriel hates how quiet his voice becomes as he says, “what if she is ashamed of who the mother picked for her?”

Cassian’s chest deflates, all sense of protectiveness over you gone and replaced with protectiveness over his brother.

“Then she’d be a fool.”

Looking down, Azriel watches as Cassian’s foot gently nudges his own, a silent request from Cassian for him to look up.

“There is no way she would ever be ashamed of you or be upset that you’re her mate.”

The way Cassian is looking at Azriel makes him want to shy away, but Cassian keeps his gaze steady, almost locking Azriel’s eyes into place.

“I’d be willing to bet she has journals full of doodles where she draws little hearts with your names in it, and she also writes “Mrs. Shadowsinger”

The rise in octave in his brother’s voice causes a laugh to burst out of him, but Cassian continues.

“I once tried to sit next to you for a meal and I’ve never seen anyone move as quickly as she did to claim her seat. Honestly, this will come as a shock to no one.”

Azriel looked back up at his brother to find him already looking at him, a soft gaze grazing his face.

“We’re happy for you two.”

Azriel scoffs, “I take that to mean you’ve already told Rhysand?”

Cassian starts walking away, going to pick up the remainder of his banana. “Oh yeah, we’ve had a bet for about a year now. Rhys thought the bond had snapped for her, but I knew it would be you. You’ve made me a much richer man, Az.”

Cassian bows in thanks, ducking out the door as Azriel throws a different banana towards the space he was occupying.

You had been sulking in your room for what felt like hours after Azriel’s latest rejection. You spent the whole time flipping between thinking about all the little moments that had you swearing there was something happening between you two, and each and every excuse he had made to get out of this dinner.

Was your cooking that bad? Was he tired of you taking up every one of his Thursday nights?

The two of you spent an absurd amount of time together - you ate most meals together at the house, you saw each other multiple times every day. Were you wrong?

A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts, but before you can respond, the door is opening and Cassian pokes his head in. He has a hand covering his eyes, but he’s made a slit between his middle and ring fingers, allowing him to still see.

“Are you decent?” He asks, looking around the room.

He sighs at seeing you dressed on your bed, pulling his hand away from his face as he walks in, closing the door behind him.

You giggled, “Cass the whole point is to not see someone naked.”

He rolled his eyes as he plopped down next to you on your bed, “you don’t even want to give me a peak? I’ve had such a hard day, a little skin would make me feel better.”

You laugh, picking up a pillow and hitting him with it. He lets you hit him, pretending to fall dramatically onto his back.

“Tell Rhys I loved him,” he sighs dramatically, pretending to die.

You laugh at his foolish antics, but Cassian continues to pretend he’s dead. You lean into him, about to poke his face, when he grabs your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Now come on, I’ve got shopping to do and I need your help.”

After Cassian had left, Azriel spent some time trying to decide how he could make this up to you. He didn’t want to force you into accepting a bond that you didn’t know about by presenting him with food.

He paced his room, his long legs gliding across the wooden floors making no noise. His shadows were combing through the house, trying to find out where you had gone after your earlier spat.

Azriel replaced with pacing with purposeful steps as he headed towards his bedroom door, the perfect solution coming to him.

“Thank you Cassian,” you say, squeezing his arm your hand was tucked into.

“For what? My incredibly charming presence?” He smirks down at you.

You scoff, “I felt awful earlier but you pulled me out of my spiraling, thanks.” You say, nudging him a bit.

Cassian had gotten you out of your room and the two of you walked around Velaris, mostly people watching and talking.

He hums, “well, both of my brothers are idiots,” he says, getting a laugh out of you. “They take turns on who holds the idiot stick. Today it’s Azriel.”

“Do you ever hold the idiot stick?”

“Occasionally, very rarely, I will pass it between the two of them, so I only have it for a moment or two.”

You snort, looking down at your feet. If Cassian thought Azriel was being stupid, does he see what you see?

You start to ask him, to prod him for more answers about Azriel, when he pats your hand, turning your attention to where the two of you had ended up on this walk.

The townhouse.

Your brows crease in confusion as Cassian removes your hand from his elbow, pats your shoulder, and tells you to have a good night.

You start to sputter, wanting to know why you’re here. He shrugs, “I don’t question my orders.” He gives you a two finger salute before turning around and walking away.

You turn back around, looking at the entrance to the townhouse, afraid of what you’ll find on the other side of the door, but going up and knocking anyway.

The door opens, but no one is there. A small shadow swirls around you, moving up from your feet to your face, caressing your cheek before zipping off to the kitchen.

You step through the threshold and a new shadow comes and shuts the door, another two come and help you take your coat off and hang it up for you.

You walk towards the kitchen, where you can hear the clattering of plates and some delicious aromas filling the whole house. Inside the kitchen you find Azriel, with a frilly apron tied around his waist, putting the finishing touches on two plates at the table.

“What’s all this?” You ask him, doubt creeping in that this isn’t meant for you.

“Sit, sit,” he beckons, pulling out a chair for you. You look around the room, covered in flickering candlelight and flowers. He must have been working on this for hours.

You look down at your plate, the bright colors of ratatouille catching your eye. You gasp, wanting to know how much effort he went to find a recipe for it.

He takes off the apron, sitting across from you.

“I… made an ass of myself, and I’d like to apologize first and foremost for that.” You open your mouth to interrupt him, but he holds up a hand. “Let me finish, I have.. a lot to tell you.”

He takes a deep breath, stilling his nerves. You look so pretty in the glow of the candles, and the slight concern you’ll hate him is enough to distract him, but he has to tell you this.

“There’s a reason I didn’t want you to cook for me. A few months ago we were in the library, reading, and I looked up and I watched you tuck your hair behind your ear, laughing at something in your book and I.. felt it.”

You’re in a trance, listening to him speak.

“I felt like I was dying and coming back to life, like your hand was wrapped around my heart, squeezing in time, keeping it beating. I made up some half-assed excuse to leave, because I needed to talk to Rhys.”

You looked at him, hoping your gaze would encourage him to continue.

“Rhys confirmed what I thought it was - the bond snapping. And I was terrified.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I was terrified if I told you, you’d deny the bond, you’d break my heart. So I… put off telling you. I couldn’t.”

He looks down at his lap, fidgeting his fingers.

“I kept trying to tell you, then I’d chicken out. Then when you offered to cook for me, I couldn’t let it happen. I couldn’t let you accidentally accept the bond, accept me without knowing about it.”

He sighs, “I felt awful when I realized you thought I was rejecting you. Far from it. So I’ve uh.. made you dinner.”

You finally speak, “you made me dinner.”

“I made you dinner. And dessert, actually.”

Leave it to Azriel to outdo himself by finding the time to make dessert.

You weren’t letting a single emotion show on your face, and it made a shiver run up Azriel’s spine.

After what could have been hours, you slowly smiled, looking at him, “what kind of dessert did you make?”

He pauses, “I uh made you- us, uh chocolate mousse. I made two, but I thought we could share one.”

He looks at you, still not giving anything away, “if you want to, of course.”

He shifts, your silence making him uneasy.

“If you don’t want to accept it, I understand. I kept it from you, and I’m me, loving me would be rotten work- what are you doing?”

In the middle of his rambling, you picked up your fork, getting a nice helping of food on your fork, bringing it up to your mouth.

“Well, my mate made me dinner, and it looks incredible. Why would I not want to take a bite?”

He looks at you, a rush of emotions flooding him. Surprise, confusion, elation.

“But, but I can promise you to love me, to be my mate, it’s rotten work.”

You smile, “not to me it’s not.”

You pause, “not if it’s you,” and take a bite.

His chest sings, feeling warmth radiating throughout him. Feeling love radiate through him, and he realizes that’s you.

You keep eating the food, that hum getting louder and more vibrant, until you’ve cleared your plate, and stride over to him.

You grab his face in your hands, tilting his head so he’ll look into your eyes. “If you think I am not aware of who you are, what you do, your darkest parts, you are mistaken. And if you think I will shy away from those things, you are a fool.”

He hadn’t realized he was crying until you swiped your thumb across his cheek, swiping it away.

You smile down at him, and he has never felt so loved, so whole as he does in this moment. His mate, the one person the cauldron deemed would understand him, just chose him.

He feels like that little boy, looked in the dungeon, daydreaming about being saved by an angel. And he has.

He stands up, cupping your face in his hands, “I was in love with you before the bond snapped for me. I’m not here just because the cauldron told me to be, let me assure you that.”

You smile, a heat creeping up your cheeks. “I’m only here for the chocolate mousse.”

He laughs, a genuine, roaring laugh.

You pull his face in close to yours, gazing into his eyes. “And I have been in love with you since the day after I met you.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “the day after?”

You smile, “well I thought I was in love with you that first day, but then on that second day I heard you speak, and I knew no one would ever compare.”

You feel his happiness in your chest, as if his heart is also in your ribcage, yours and his intertwined, dancing through your chest together.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, his mouth so close to your own your breaths are intermingling.

You smile at his thoughtfulness, his hesitation.

“Only if you promise to never stop.”

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kissitbttr · 1 month

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mafia!toji first time meeting stripper!reader

a/n: reader is fem. and since i’ve been hit with biggest writers block known to a man, this one is inspired by one of my old work called gold. enjoy!

toji zenin is a ruthless man. that, you can definitely count on.

he’s known to be the one who shows little to no mercy. who’s soul isn’t as clean due to the countless of lives he had taken.

as crazy as it sounds, toji craves for the sound of piercing cries from someone who begs to spare them compassion. he likes to taunt them. mock them. pretending that he would eventually let them go just to see that little flicker of hope lighting upon their gaze.

a sinister smile would play coyly upon his lips before he decides the latter. pulling the trigger and watches the victim face planting the dark tile as their brains scatter all over the walls and floor.

it’s one way to teach people a lesson to not fuck with him. to not fuck with his business. because toji zenin is crazy like that.

he has no time for patience nor pity.

toji fixes the collar of his black sheer shirt, checking himself out in the mirror to make sure he looks good tonight. who are we kidding though? he’s toji fucking zenin,

tonight was supposed to be his day off. he had plans. before a motherfucker who runs a strip club decides to mess with him about the package deal and had almost lost him half of the money he’s supposed to own,

he could’ve let his right hand man to handle it. but this is bigger than anything he had ever done. is this goes to south, then one person’s death wouldn’t be the only thing on his agenda,

he’ll track down every single one of the bastards and kill them with his own hands,

however, tonight needs to be as clean as possible.he’s aware of the reputation he has put on himself to the world, so no point of hiding or camouflage. yet, he still doesn’t want to cause too much of a scene,

stepping away from the full length mirror, he swiftly picks his black velvet coat off the hanger before shrugging it on,

“talk to me, satoru” his heavy voice echoes the hallway as he steps out of the room to walk downstairs, watching a few of his men pocketing their weapons,

gojo satoru. his right hand man, nods,

“he’s there. word from bianco. he appears isn’t expecting you to stop by” he informs, showing toji the message on his phone. “it’s going to be crowded. but bianco is taking care of that right now. he’s got nowhere to run”

toji scoffs, snatching a glass of whiskey off the table before downing the remaining drink. “good. i need him to see me when he less expects it. owes me more than some fucking money” he mutters, tucking the G21 down his holster.

gojo raises an eyebrow. “G21? you’re going soft tonight eh, boss?”

toji shoots him a hard glare, one where the white haired man only chuckle at. “the car’s ready?”

another nod, gojo leads toji down towards the basement. “as requested. Lamborghini Murcielago. your personal favorite. packed with 640 PS and 471 Kw—i think you know what that means— rules around 213 mph if you consider on going hit and run. i packed a standard aeropack wing if you wanna go slow. windows? bulletproof. in case anyone tries to kill you” toji knows for a fact that gojo is only joking about the last part.

no one dares to try to take him down before he does it. it’s a pattern everyone knows by now,

toji lets out a low whistle, head softly shaking at the machine beauty before him. fingers tracing along the hood of the car,

“shit—you know i need to lay low, man? got anything less attractive?”

“i don’t do less. you know that, boss” he winks playfully, laughing to himself when he watches toji rolls his eyes. “besides. this thing right here will for sure earns you a bird. take her out on a stroll, bring her home. women love fast cars” he comments,

humming as a response, toji walks towards the driver’s seat. “i don’t date. were you born yesterday or something?” he speaks in a firm tone before catching the keys that gojo throws at him,

“no I wasn’t. but isn’t ‘she who shall not be named’ is like what? two years ago? and you got to stop with the one night stands. go get a girl tonight” he suggests, watching the dark haired man sliding himself into the car,

toji gives him a half hearted smile. “noted”

“i’ll be right behind you, boss. slow down, yeah?”

it takes about thirty minutes prior to arrival. toji blames it all on the traffic and the slow pedestrians crossing the road. cursing to himself every five seconds, each time he stops at red lights.

he parks his car close to the entrance before exiting from the vehicle, tossing his keys at one of the valet but not before roughly grabbing his collar and threaten to kill him if one scratch is prominent on his car.

clearing his throat, he walks into the bar. ignoring the stares and whispers at the sight of a notorious ruthless man who decides to pay the club a visit.

one thing he first to notice, the club is indeed packed. gojo wasn’t lying. as if God knew what is about to happen later on and isn’t going to let him get away with witnesses. he needs to play it safe tonight.

as he strides through the darkened room to find the table he had been reserved for, a few half naked girls walk right pass him. delicate fingers stroking his chest and brushing against his shoulders, making him smirk. he can’t lie, most of them are gorgeous and he’s tempted enough to touch their skin, but he has to hold it. not that he isn’t interested, because his mind changed. he is definitely taking someone back to his place tonight.

fucking gojo. he has to be right every time.

speak of the devil, the white haired man appears by his side in minutes. nodding his head towards the area where the business should be conducted. toji follows him close towards the end of the room,

he gently pulls back a chair for him to sit, as gojo and the two of his other men stands behind to watch over. toji specifically asks for the furthest table, with a glass of whiskey has been prepared for him.

toji feels irritated. he hates doing all of this dirty work just because some fucking bastard isn’t able to keep up with the deal. he should’ve known not to trust alec to do business, yet when the pathetic excuse of a man begged on his knees with a gun knocked against his head, toji thought why not? if he didn’t get to fulfill his demands, he gets to kill him either way.

“alright, alright—fuck! easy man!” alec’s frantic voice causes toji’s eyes to avert from the scene of the crowd. his eyebrows knitted, threatening gaze bores upon the man whose pushed forcefully by his men to sit, “mr. zenin! it’s always a pleasure to see you!”

mind that alec owes him more than fifty grand, and this fucker had the nerve to walk in and act like nothing happened,

he is definitely going to kill him,

“you don’t fucking talk to me that way, alec. i’m not your friend. you owe me something” toji warns, his finger pointing at him as he watches the trembling man gulp. “you remember?”

alec couldn’t feel more terrified as he casts a glance of toji’s gun on the table, facing towards him. “i—i know, man—sir” he corrects himself. “i didn’t forget. it’s just that the money is tight right now. the girls aren’t earning amount of money they—“

toji could only scoff, head thrown back. “i didn’t fucking hire your girls. i hired you. stop being a pussy and own up to that. you should know that me and patience never get along. i have one body bag left in my car and it would give me the tremendous pleasure writing your name on it” he grits his teeth, looking at alec with a dark look in his eyes as he balls his fist,

“i just need more time—“

“one month isn’t enough?!” toji barks, making alec jumps at the booming voice

“i need more. i promise. give me one more month. and i will do whatever you ask me to, sir zenin.” alec begs with hopeful eyes,

toji finds it disgusting and repulsive to see someone like him begging for mercy. or anyone at all. that gesture is weak and vulnerable. “i don’t give out second chances”

alec hears a gun clicks from behind. he doesn’t need to ask, he knows that one of the two men behind him is ready to blow his brains out. “sir zenin, please! just one more chance! please”

once again, toji isn’t a very patient man. he knows enough to understand that it’s a mistake. but he would love to see how this one goes, playing along with this little game of his.

toji isn’t a fool. never was.

he looks over at gojo, as if to ask what he thinks. the answer that gojo could give is ‘your choice, boss’

toji sighs, head shaking. “fine. you give me your best girl of the night, and i’ll give you one more month” he offers, taking a sip of his drink, leaning himself back to relax. “no more than that”

alec nods. though he feels like shitting himself because one month isn’t close enough for collecting the amount of money he owes toji to. still, he thinks this is better than nothing.

“take your pick, mr. zenin. or i could bring one or two here? we have twins in the back and they sure are on high demand, everyone has been begging me to—“

toji could only hum in response, not listening to a word he’s saying. his green eyes scanning over at the scene. the girls are putting on a show, showing off their skills, some are pulling a lap dance on a few customers. he cringes when one suddenly takes her bra off like she costs nothing. seems like none of these girls are his type. gorgeous? yes. but they don’t seem to do enough to make his cock twitch,

he’s about to take back the offer until his eyes fall on her. eyes widening in amusement and toji finds himself freezing on the spot.

a slight curvier woman has her leg hooked around the pole. long dark haired brushing against the marble floor as she arches her back slightly. toji observes the way her body moves so sensually yet gracefully, almost like a feather. the way she bites onto her pink glossed lips and how her eyes manage to flirt with the crowd with one simple look. she has them lured into her presence. himself included.

her body—fuck, he doesn’t even know where to begin. delicious curves cladded in navy blue bodysuit, full breasts supported by the cup of her outfit that bounces each time she moves. soft thick thighs wrapped by a white fishnet stockings and legs decorated in white fuzzy pumps. overall it’s quite revealing, but it still presents the modesty she has on her. he’s not quite sure if it’s the outfit or it’s just her,

but only a fool would assume that it isn’t the latter.

toji feels his pants growing tight when his gaze lowers to how her hips moving in circles. in painfully slow motion too. almost like she knows how to tease and she’s doing it so perfectly. if only he had spotted her from before, he would’ve move closer.

a damn fucking beauty she is.

“her. i want her” toji speaks in a firmer tone, almost territorial. he just can’t take his eyes off the woman. watching every single move and a wink being thrown.

he chuckles when she swats a couple of old hands who seems desperate to try and cope a feel with a dirty look on her face. he couldn’t make out what she’s saying but he knows for sure that she’s telling them off,

‘gorgeous and a fighter’ he thinks to himself

“angel? you want her?” alec asks after he realizes who he’s pointing at,

“that’s her real name?”

“no. she doesn’t let anyone know her real name. she goes by that ever since she starts working here” alec informs, watching toji nods,

so she’s new?

“some calls her birthday cake”

that makes toji’s brows scrunched. he is about to ask why the name until the answer is immediately given to him when she decides to do a side split, making her plump ass bounce against the floor.

oh that’s why

“gorgeous” toji breathes, cocking his head to the side. “not taken is she? not that i care anyway. what a fucking dime she is. you’re going to give her to me, correct?” his voice is threatening enough, dark eyes moving to look at alec who nods.

“yes! of course, sir! if that’s what you want”

“fuck yes i do. bring her to me” he demands before gulping down his drink, watching how alec immediately scrambles off the chair and hurries towards where angel is performing,

toji keeps his eyes set on the mysterious lady. refusing to move. he doesn’t want to miss a single thing. especially when she’s on her hands and knees, ass up in the air for the crowd to see and eyes looking over her shoulder earning cheer, applause and money flown just for her.

gojo lets out a wolf whistle. “good choice, zenin”

he hums, the girl now up on her feet. lifting herself up after she hooks her arm around the pole and give them a twirl. “tell me gojo. have you seen anyone as beautiful as she is?”

“definitely not. you just might hit the jackpot”

indeed he did. toji may have made a lot of mistakes but he’s never wrong when it comes to choosing partners . he’s always careful with it.

there is something so different about her and he’s very sure about it too. from how she’s not afraid to tell the men in the audience off, putting that smart mouth to use. unlike the girls he has seen around where they just take the humiliation. but her?

she fights back. just how he likes his women.

“fuck off alec, i mean it! my shift is almost over. i’m not interested being passed around to your friends or co-workers!”

he hears her protest. toji doesn’t even realize that she’s walking closer towards his table with alec’s grip around her elbow,

“who said anything about passing you around? i just need to introduce you to one of the most important men here!” alec defends,

“weird way of saying you want me to suck their cocks” she comments

a foul mouth indeed toji thinks

alec throws her a hard glare, in which she only scoffs and roll her eyes. “mr. toji zenin, I would like to introduce you to angel. she’s been here for almost a year now.”

toji grins at that, standing up from his chair and looks over at the beauty with a disinterested look on her face. seemingly look like she doesn’t want to be here. yet she smiles at him anyway, and he swears he has never seen something so pretty,

“nice to meet you, beautiful ” toji extends his hand for her to take, giving a soft kiss on it. his eyes aren’t looking away from hers. “hell. you’re even gorgeous up close”

she won’t deny it. this man is absolutely handsome. and she doesn’t see a lot of them working here. most are old and married, which something that she finds disgusting. but this man, toji? he is far from ugly.

first thing she noticed was how broad he’s built. the way he towers over her and he’s not even standing that close to her small figure. even the dark room fails to hide the definition of his muscles through the black shirt he’s wearing. and the thin scar over his pulled lips, showcasing a smirk.

is this man even a man?

as handsome as he is, angel raises an eyebrow, not feeling entirely influenced by the gesture. “so have you been observing me this whole time? that’s creepy”

“angel” alec hisses, gripping her elbow a bit tighter making her flinch a bit and her body to cowers a little.

“sorry” she mutters in irritation, gaze falling down to the floor

the interaction somehow irks toji to the bone. he eyes how alec treats her in front him, it would probably even worse behind closed doors.

he doesn’t even want to know.

“you can fucking let go now alec, you’re hurting her” toji demands, throwing him a sharp stare. alec’s pupils are wide open at that, causing him to release his grip almost immediately and for angel to nurse her reddening skin.

one thing that toji wouldn’t accept, is violence against women.

toji’s gaze beginning to soften yet again when he watches the pretty girl before him. how her long hair cascading down her back, exposing the sharp of her collarbones and valleys of her breasts,

if only her look of fear is replaced with a look of comfort,

“you can leave us be. thanks” toji coldly orders at alec, not wanting to be near his presence anymore. he’s had enough seeing that bastard,

he nods, avoiding his stare but not before muttering a ‘don’t fuck this up’ to angel before one toji’s men escorts him out,

“don’t worry about him doll. he’s gone, yeah?” he comforts her almost immediately, not wanting her to be scared anymore,

“oh—yeah, uhm thanks” she shoots him a smile. a genuine one this time, taking his hand in hers when he offers it. "so how do you want this--''

“if you don’t mind” he puts a hand behind her back immediately to guide her to the couch behind, earning a quizzical look on her face. “i want to get to know you first”

“mr. zenin. with all due respect, this is not a date. i’m working”

he chuckles at her forward response, still she lets him lead to the velvet couch. angel sits first, eyes glancing up for a moment and see a handsome white haired man with his arms crossed. he quickly removes himself from the presence and walk out. his other men following him from behind.

and now there’s just two.

“i just want to take my time with you. is that okay?” toji sits back down, watching her crossed her legs as she keeps the distance between them,

she smiles with a shrug, toying with the strap of her bra, “you could do that while i’m giving you a dance—if you want?”

toji makes a mental note on how her eyes glow under the violet lights when she stares at him. almost like it’s so easy for him to see what goes beyond that. they’re so so pretty. prettiest he’s ever seen indeed. despite the flirty tone lacing under her response, she still has the look of innocence that makes him smile back.

she’s no better too. the way he’s looking directly into her eyes should be a crime. his gaze speaks something. something… lustful and dangerous.

he nods, letting out a breathe of relief as he leans himself back before spreading his thighs as an invitation.

“show me what you got then gorgeous”

angel swears she can hear the beat of her heart getting louder the moment she sits herself down on his lap. still, without him having to suspect anything, she keeps her flirty persona for a show.

“my, my—you really are a fucking dime” he lowly whistles, eyes falling to the curve of her breasts. “i can see why people were loving you back there. hopefully they don’t get jealous when i stole you away”

she giggles, a small blush creeping on her cheeks. “aren’t you a flirt. you do this to every girl?”

toji places his hands on her plump ass, resting it there. he knows that there are rules where it’s forbidden you touch the dancers. but he doesn’t give a shit. and it’s not like anyone had the balls to tell him off anyway.

“only to those who i find interesting, baby” he says, eyes not looking away from the beauty as be squeezes her flesh making himself groan. “fuck me. that’s an ass? right here?”

his comment makes her laugh as she throws her head back. loving how genuine he actually sounds when he said that.

“so—mr. zenin” she begins, giving him a naughty smile as her hands finds their way to his shoulders, feeling how tense they are under his grip. “what brings you to this awful depth of town, hm?”

he clears his throat, wetting down the bottom of his mouth while keeping his hands steady on her hips. finding no desire to move them. “business. your bastard of a boss owes me something. I didn’t think i would actually be here right now, accompanied by a gorgeous woman like yourself”

damn. he sure is charming and cheeky. definitely a player. “you sure are a sweet talker, mr. zenin” she tells him before slowly beginning to grind against his bulge causing him to exhale another deep groan. “are you sure—you don’t make bitches wet talking like that?”

he mutters a low ‘christ’ when he feels himself growing hard under her sultry move, yet she isn’t stopping. and she only had just started. “believe me doll, i’ve had my fair shares with many—but damn, they sure don’t make me hard like you do—cross my heart”

her hips the move in tiny circles, keeping a painfully slow pace but enough to keep him satisfied. “i don’t trust you but okay—anyway, what did you and alec talked about anyway?”

“nosy, huh?”

she rolls her eyes. “i have the right to ask since he practically sold me to you for tonight—my shift was supposed to be over, mr. zeni—“

“toji” he cuts her off, thumb softly stroking against her hip bone

“what was that?”

“just call me toji” he repeats with a small grin. “and okay that’s fair—he has something very important of mine. was supposed to pay a month ago, but that piece of shit isn’t known to be the one who keeps his promises”

she hums in response, leaning herself back slowly and rests her palms upon his knees to keep her body steady. her hips are now moving back and forth.

toji shamelessly let his eyes wander down from her breasts to her thick thighs. “i was going to blow his brains out tonight. right here. on this one spot. but he begged like a bitch and i wanted to see how far he goes” he laughs almost darkly,

it scares her a little by how calm he’s being about murdering someone. with the way his eyes staring at her aren’t really helping too. like a predator eyeing his prey. almost like he knows how to make her weak on the knees.

“looks like he’s in big big trouble, then” she giggles cutely. “not surprised anyway. he owes alot of money to the girls too. mine included”

he cocks an eyebrow, feeling himself tensing. “does he now? how long?”

“can’t count. i had to pull bunch of shitty excuses to the landlord just so he won’t kick me out of the apartment. half of our earnings each night, goes to him. saying that he’ll pay me back but I know he never will” she spills casually, then her movement comes into a halt. “oh fuck, don’t tell him i said that”

with a chuckle, his head shakes. “i won’t. but i could kill him for you, if you want me to. just say the word” he speaks lowly, continuing to admire her body. “mind if i ask how long have you been working here?”

it takes her a while to answer. “almost a year. I quit college for this. not because i love it entirely, but i couldn’t pay for it anymore.” she sighs,

“i’m sorry to hear that. what were you studying?”

“bio-engineering” she smiles, “people tend to be surprised when i told them that”

“count me in as well, sweetheart, damn. not only she’s hot as fuck but she’s smart too?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “you even real, right now?”

she laughs, flipping her hair. “thank you, toji—can i ask you something?”

he hums, callouses hands move towards her back, holding her steady,

“what happened there” she points at the scar, struggling to find the urge not to trace her fingers across it,

he shrugs, “was from a fight years ago. nothing major”

“can i—touch it?” she softly asks him, looking so innocent yet teasingly,

toji smirks, head nodding. “go ahead, baby” he speaks in a low baritone. voice so deep and flirty that it almost makes her squirm,

she ignores the butterflies in her stomach when he calls her that. and without being told twice, she leans closer and her fingers reach out to pad the scar gently. feeling how soft his lips against her skin, paying attention to every single detail of it. wondering how on earth could a scar fit someone so perfectly.

there is no doubt on her mind, that he is the sexiest man she has ever come across to. she can feel the weight of his palm lowering itself down to her plump cheek, squeezing it. usually, she would tell anyone off for touching her like that. but this time, she doesn’t say anything. not because she’s afraid of him but she feels strangely turned on.

“fuck” he breathes out, feeling her ass one more time. hearing him like that just makes her giggle as she gradually picks up the pace grinding on him, catching toji off guard.

“such a naughty little girl—bet you wouldn’t mind having that ass spanked now would you?” he whispers against her ear, biting his lower lip hard.

though she would admit that she wouldn’t, she won’t allow him to win this game. she slowly shakes her head with a smirk, removing herself off his lap causing him to whine. angel spins around, not without swaying her ass side to side, sneaking a glance to make sure he’s watching,

her hand immediately circles around the pole in front of them. “dinner is mandatory if you want to go down to that path, mr. zenin”

toji watches carefully with lust and admiration as she now securing her arm around the golden pole, lifting herself off easily and give her body a gentle spin. eyes screwed shut and head thrown back. coming back down slowly, she re-enacts the movement from where she performed for the audience. legs spread apart, landing in a perfect split. long brown hair covering the side of her beautiful features, tongue licking her upper lip.

he follows the curve of her ass, eager to get his hands on them but he knows that he has to wait. there, he spots a small heart tattoo inked on her ass cheek,

angel is a little teaser. that’s for sure. enjoying herself too much in making a man hard yet refuses to be under the spell of a man’s touch. he likes that actually. likes that a lot. it may be painful to have his cock hard at the moment while she’s not doing anything about it but she’s worth it.

so, so worth it.

“you are so. fucking. sexy.” his voice switches into something darker, a seductive grin slowly forming as he thirsts over her. “must have made a lot of men mad out there”

“so i have been told” she declares with confidence, innocent smile pulling upon her lips as she begins to gently crawl towards him, eyes never leaving his.

she halts in between his open legs, settling on her knees. being the little minx she is, her hands find a place on top of his thighs. “i sense you carry danger everywhere you go, mr. zenin—am i wrong?”

she’s not dumb. she spotted his gun strapped against his holster an hour before she was even being introduced to the man.

he delicately caresses her soft cheek, almost came in his pants when she leans against his palm. “why? that scares you?” he moves a few strands of hair that are blocking his view of her pretty face,

she shakes her head, a smile doesn’t leave her face. in fact, he hears a soft giggle escapes her.

his eyes move from the curve of her breasts and up to her mouth. eyeing the way that pink gloss compliments her pretty skin.

“would love to have a taste—right here” toji whispers, his thumb grace her lower lip. his breath immediately hitches, and a groan rumbles deep in his chest the moment she opens her mouth.

“fuck—what a good girl” he moans lowly when she lets his thumb rest upon her warm wet tongue. the angelic look in her eyes disappears and is replaced with a look of lust. “s-shit” it takes him by surprise when she decides to suckle it, head bobbing her head up and down painfully slow,

“jesus—i wish it was my cock you’re sucking right now, baby” nonetheless, the amount of pleasure she’s giving him is enough to keep him satisfied,

“holy fuck, wow” she pops her lips off his thumb. wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth before giggling again. the sound makes toji smile. genuinely.

“you’re trouble” he comments with a tsk, chuckling at the way she shrugs innocently as if she has no idea what he’s talking about. “alright. up you get, baby”

she gives him a questionable look, following his movement and rise to her feet. “mr. zenin, we still have thirty minutes left. alec gave me at least an hour and he would be upset if i—“

“if he touches you, you tell me and i’ll kill him. understand?” toji sternly orders, brows furrowing at the thought of that lowlife bastard putting his hands on her,

she’s baffles at that. how could he know what goes behind closed doors? still she nods anyway. “yes, sir”

“toji, baby. toji” he corrects with a smile. “besides, if i stayed for another ten minutes, i’ll l cream in my pants and that would be embarrassing” he shamelessly points out. she blushes at that and it makes toji’s heart skips a bit,

“this doesn’t mean it’s a one and done. i would love to see you again, sweetheart. can’t let you go too far now can i?” he pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and hands her thick amount of hundreds. “here you go, angel”

she gasps softly as her eyes go big, shocked by the bundle of cash in his hand. if she counts it right that’s gotta be at least close to one grand.

“toji this is—fuck this is too much, I—i can’t take these. twenty or fifteen is enough for me”

he frowns. who in the right mind think it’s okay for men to tip a gorgeous woman with a rocking body some loose change? fucking assholes.

“baby, you do realize who you’re talking to? i don’t give out twenty or less” he quirks an eyebrow, watching her adorable expression. “money isn’t a problem to me. a grand isn’t a problem to me. come on, you deserve it”

she stares down at his hand and hesitantly takes the money. flashing him a wide smile. “mr—i mean, toji, oh my god thank you so much. thank you, thank you!” without any second thoughts, she jumps out and wrap her arms around his neck,

“you don’t know how much this means to me. i needed this”

toji stumbles a bit, the sudden movement surprises him but he appreciates it. the way she keeps thanking him, muttering couple of blessings has somehow gives his heart a little kick,

a good one.

“no need to thank me, baby” toji grins, holding her by the waist to keep her secured for a moment before pulling away. “you take care of yourself yeah? don’t be wandering too far. would love to take you out on a stroll” he leans down to peck her cheek,

“I’ll be sure to stop by and see you again, gorgeous” with one last devilish smile, he walks out of the room. leaving her still in complete shock,

he is no ordinary man, alright. it kinda makes her feel a bit weird by all the butterflies that are erupting her stomach by how he acted earlier. has it been.. what? two or three years since she had been engaged in any sort of relationships with a man. and there has been no real man crawling around this city. only rats. she fucking hates rats.

but toji zenin? there’s definitely something about him that makes his whole aura and appearance a lot more sexier. again, she’s not stupid. she has seen the gun. observed his interaction with her boss. and the men he had protecting him suits?

that’s no 9-5 man. it’s dirty work.

and it should’ve scared her. it should’ve been a warning made for her to run and avoid him because he’s a man that carries danger everywhere he goes. toji zenin is a man that would not hesitate to paint the whole town in blood of his victims if one ever crosses his territory.

yet as she glances down at the bills being handed at her and promise from him that he would see her again, it makes her smile. heart thumping at the thought of the beautiful man coming back only for her.

angel clutches the money against her chest, squealing as she does little bounces in her heels with a giggle. overjoyed with the amount of cash that would help her,

she’s definitely making toji her new favorite client

#mafia!toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro blurbs #toji fushiguro smut #jjk

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its-time-to-write · 7 months

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I saw you asked for requests a few days ago. I was wondering if you would consider doing another part of the Kent!reader x Jamie fics.

I was thinking they do end up pregnant and its them telling everyone they’re pregnant . I can see everyone being so excited for them. And then Roy is just freaking out.

Since they’ve already discussed wanting to be together forever and have kids I can also see them deciding to get married before the baby is born in a small ceremony like Beard had.

I have quite a few requests about Jamie x reader having a kid, so if that ain’t your jam, maybe don’t read my next few posts😂 It’s totally my jam tho, maybe bc I’m suffering from baby fever again. thanks for requesting and for your patience!!

let’s fall in love for the night

Jamie’s jiggling his leg up and down so fast that you’re surprised he hasn’t cramped yet.

“Calm down,” you hiss, hand on his knee.

“Can’t,” he whispers back. “Roy’s gonna fucking kill me.”

You have no sympathy for him. “Yeah, and whose fault is that? Yours.”

Jamie shoots you a sideways glance. “Excuse me, this was a team effort.”

“Whatever,” you say. “I still say it’s your fault.”

Molly swoops by to refill your water glasses. “Dinner’s ready in a few minutes. Roy and Phoebe have been working very hard,” she says.

She raises her eyebrows on the word very, and you’re sure that Roy’s patience is being pushed to his limits. He loves cooking and refuses to let anyone help him, but he also loves your niece and can’t deny her anything she wants.

“Better go check on them,” she says, leaving you and Jamie alone again in the backyard.

Jamie resumes the previous conversation and says, “Well, I wasn’t the one wearing that blue thing with the flowers.”

“Well obviously,” you shoot back, “it wouldn’t even fit you.”

Jamie’s stopped jiggling his leg and he places his hand on top of yours. “Oi. Has Roy ever actually killed anyone before, or does he just have serial killer eyebrows?”

You wrinkle your nose and ask, “Why the fuck would I know?”

“You’re his sister,” Jamie replies in Phoebe’s patented duh tone.

“I’m his baby sister,” you say. “I’m even younger than Molly. If he’s killed someone, they’ve both conspired to make sure I’ll never find out. And hey, don’t make fun of the eyebrows. There’s a good chance this baby’s gonna end up with them.”

“Babe you don’t have ‘em,” Jamie points out.

“I wax,” you say smugly. “Oh, Molly texted. Time to go inside.”

Jamie groans but lets you lead him to the table.

—

All told, Phoebe didn’t do half bad.

“Auntie, I did the potatoes all by myself,” she says.

You look to Roy for confirmation. He grunts and gives a tiny nod.

“Great job, Phoebs,” you say.

Molly sets down her fork. “I’ve been thinking of changing my name back to ‘Kent,’” she says.

“Brill,” says Jamie.

“Fucking finally,” Roy says as he hands Phoebe some money. “For future words,” he mouths to her as she counts it before depositing what you’re pretty sure is 20 quid into her pocket.

Molly says, “We’ll all be the Kents again,” and you can feel Jamie go stiff next to you.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Roy asks, and you turn to see Jamie’s gone completely pale.

You pinch his thigh and he jumps. “Nothing,” he says hurriedly. “Well, not nothing. But, I dunno, don’t want to overshadow Molls’s good news, ya know? It ain’t important.”

You pinch him again.

“Ok, it’s actually a little fucking important (sorry Phoebe, take it from Roy). But um, maybe you could help me babe?”

He shoots you a pleading look so you take pity on him. You’ve had more than twenty years dealing with Roy, so you’ll let Jamie slide this once.

“Right, so, we’ve been meaning to tell you- I’m having a baby,” you blurt out.

Roy’s dinner roll gets crushed in his hand as his face goes bright red.

“What,” he growls, and you’re not sure if you’re more terrified by the absence of “fuck”s or the fact that it was a statement, not a question.

“That’s wonderful, love!” Molly says before Roy can say anything else. She’s not looking at him but you can practically feel him take psychic damage from the shut up and be happy you prick, message she’s sure to be telepathically sending him.

“It’s Jamie’s, right?” she continues, taking a bite of salad.

“The fuck kind of question is that?” you ask indignantly. “Who else’s would it be?”

“You don’t have to pay me for that one,” Phoebe pipes up. “I’ll give you a free tab of one hundred words because of the baby. If it’s a girl, you can have fifty more.”

You grin. “Sounds like a plan.”

“You’re probably going to owe her the fifty, Phoebs,” Molly says. She points to Jamie with her fork. “I mean, look at him. He practically screams ‘girl dad.’”

“That’s- fucking- great,” Roy garbles out. “‘Scuse me.”

“We’re having a backyard wedding next Saturday, too,” you call after him. “So we probably won’t all be the Kents again.”

You wince as he slams a door from somewhere in the house.

“He’ll come ‘round,” Molly says consolingly. “Remember how he was with Phoebe? And I was already married!”

You grip Jamie’s hand. “Molls, why can’t he just emote like a regular person? I mean honestly, did our parents fuck him up that bad?”

Molly raises a shoulder in a half shrug. “I don’t know, babe. Think he’s just like us, really, afraid of loving something so he just pushes it all away. And besides, you’re the baby of the family. We’ve always tried to protect you and keep you safe, and sometimes he feels like you’re out of reach.”

You ask, “He told you that?” and Molly just laughs.

“Not in so many words,” she replies. “But you know how he is.”

“He’s an arsehole,” you grumble. “I’m going to go talk to him.

—

Roy is, predictably, in the backyard. Not many places for him to go and think properly.

You find him sitting under the tree.

“Oi,” you say, “budge over.”

He grunts and moves so you’re not quite in the dirt.

“Can you be sitting on the ground?” he asks.

“It’s been like three months,” you reply, “That isn’t long enough for me to get stuck places.”

Roy says, “hmm,” but doesn’t offer up anything else so you just sit in silence next to him, pressing your shoulder to his.

“Why the fuck did it have to be Tartt?” he asks after a beat. “Could’ve been fucking anyone in the fucking world, and you fucking chose him.”

“You like Jamie,” you say in confusion.

“I don’t,” Roy replies, “he’s a prick. And a fucking footballer. Why’d you have to go for a fucking good-for-nothing footballer? He can’t even be around for his family when they go through shit because he’s going to be busy scoring fucking meaningless goals or some shit.”

That stings for a moment, but you take a good look at Roy’s face. It’s stoic, but shit if you can’t read it like a book. Blood is blood, and you’re a Kent just like him.

“This isn’t about him, is it. It’s about you. You think you did a shit job as a brother and an uncle so Jamie’s going to be a shit father.”

“I missed out on a lot,” Roy says hoarsely. “And before you say fucking shit, I’m not fucking crying. So shut the fuck about it.”

You grin and wrap your arms around him. “You’re the best big brother a girl could ask for. Took all my cues from you. And anyway, you’ve been there when it counts. Phoebe fucking adores you, practically attached at the hip you two. And yeah, Molls and I missed you when you were at Sunderland and Chelsea and wherever. But… you came back. We needed you, and you came back. So don’t go projecting your stupid self-image on Jamie, because he’s not like that. And you’re not either, you absolute fucking ape-armed frizzy-haired shit-faced twat.”

Roy huffs out a chuckle. “Ape-arms. Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

“Almost went with ‘camel knees.’ Haven’t used that since I was ten, but I thought it might hit too close to home these days.”

Roy laughs for real this time and tilts his head so it’s resting on yours. “Still fucking weird that my little sister’s having a kid.”

You say, “You’ll get over it. Oh, and don’t wear a goddamn T-shirt on Saturday.”

—

It’s rainy, so the backyard wedding becomes a living room wedding, because who really gives a shit? Richmond have a game tomorrow, but for today they’re in yours and Jamie’s house all dressed up (but still in trainers) laughing and smiling as Dani officiates what you’re sure is your dream wedding.

It’s not the one you and Molly would’ve giggled about as kids when you sneaked from your bed into hers, but everyone you loves is here.

For once, Jamie’s house almost seems too small.

(Dani was the only person you two knew who was ordained or whatever. And hey, could you have picked a happier person for it?)

Molly and Keeley had gone out with you to find a white dress, Sam and Phoebe were the flower-people, and Roy walked you down the stairs to where Jamie was standing with Isaac by his side.

“I’m not fucking crying,” Roy whispers in your ear. “It’s fucking allergies from being in this prick’s house for too long.”

“It’s my house too,” you remind him.

Roy just sniffs, pats your hand where it’s tucked into his arm, and presses a kiss to your cheek.

All in all, it was pretty great.

Gifts range from hair products to restaurant gift cards to designer baby clothes, including a tie-dyed onesie from Phoebe.

“I have a matching one at home,” she explains.

But now it’s the evening and everyone is gone except family.

“Can’t believe my baby’s married,” says a beaming Georgie as she ruffles Jamie’s hair from their place on the couch.

“Can’t believe he attained his childhood goal of marrying into the Kent family,” Molly remarks.

Jamie grins smugly. “What can I say, I’m a fucking goal-getter.”

You’re snuggled in Jamie’s arms, dress exchanged for a white sweatshirt and sweatpants set, courtesy of Rebecca.

“I’d’ve had a poster of you on me wall if they made one, babe,” Jamie says. “Better sight than that hairy git.”

Roy just rolls his eyes and says “I’m getting another beer.”

“Can you bring me a piece of cake?” you call after him.

“Me too?” Phoebe asks, looking hopefully at Molly.

Jamie pats your knee. “Don’t think he heard you, love. I’ll get it for ya. You too, Phoebs.” He shoots a wink in her direction, and she giggles.

“Oi, grandad,” Jamie says, walking into the kitchen. “Did you hear your sister?”

Roy turns around from the fridge with a menacing look.

“If she has a single moment of unhappiness, I’m going to fucking kill you,” he growls.

“Jesus, sorry,” Jamie says, hands in the air. “What’s got your knickers all in a twist?”

Fucking Jamie, never able to back down from a good squabble with Roy.

They’re both keeping their voices down because they know if they got caught, no less than three people would be grabbing them by the ear and yelling.

They might know this from personal experience.

Roy says, “She’s my little sister. I’d fucking murder for her, and so would Molly. Always tried to make it easier for her when she missed our parents and shit, but it always fucking got to her anyway. Didn’t help that I fucked off to Sunderland at fucking nine, before she was even fucking born. She’s wanted a family of her own for fucking ages, and if you fuck this up for her they will never. Find. Your body.”

Jamie’s not sure Roy’s ever looked this menacing, which is saying something, because he’s Roy fucking Kent. He always looks menacing.

So he nods and says quietly, “I ain’t gonna fuck it up, Coach. Had a shit dad too. Always wished he were around, except when he was then he’d get all fuckin’ angry and shit. But… still wanted him, y’know? Weird. Anyway, not gonna be like that with her. I want a family too.”

Roy looks straight into his eyes, looking for the barest hint of insincerity. Jamie’s gaze doesn’t waver. He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure of this. He’s sure of you.

Roy says, “Right,” nods once, then claps Jamie on the shoulder right at his phone dings.

Jamie pulls out his phone to a text from you that reads, pls stop fangirling over my brother. baby wants cake and so does ur mum

He smiles and tries to figure out how to balance three plates at once.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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rough-up

DATE: DECEMBER 19, 2022

summary: tom overhears you say that he’s never made you come. shocked, he becomes determined to make it happen. he’s even more surprised when he discovers how to do so.

request: yess

words: 4.2k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering, slight degrading, slight breast/nipple play], dirty talk, mentions of porn) language, fluff

note: sorry i’ve been inactive. i just had surgery on my knee, so i haven’t had the energy to write. this is unedited and probably bad 😭

(kind of mean) dom!tom

—

After seven long months of keeping the biggest secret ever, you finally decide to tell your best friend about your boyfriend.

Of course, Anna already knows about Tom and that you two have been together for months. You guys even live in a condo together! But she doesn’t know what goes on behind the scenes.

She’s been begging for you to tell her anything about your sexual relationship with Tom. She wants to know every miniscule detail if she can because that’s just how you two are. After every boyfriend she’s had and every guy she’s slept with, she always comes running to you with new drama and information. You guys told each other everything.

So, why was it so hard for you to tell her about Tom in a sexual way?

It didn’t feel wrong, it felt… mean. What you wanted to say wasn’t the most ego-expanding thing for a man. Tom wasn’t cocky or arrogant— he was charming and gentle, which is what made you fall for him. He’s lighthearted and funny, and you couldn’t ask for anyone better. But when you guys had sex for the first time, it was really good, but not completely satisfying for you.

All of Anna’s partners were relatively good, so you guessed it embarrassed you that Tom wasn’t as good. He was your first after all, and first times are never good. So you assumed after so many times you would finally come, but it just never happened.

You knew she wouldn't say anything harsh to you, but you had a feeling she would pity you and that sounds a bit worse.

“So how is your love life going? You seemed pretty thrilled about it over text,” You chirp through the phone to Anna as you wipe the kitchen counter.

Since it was Saturday, you decided to do a bit of cleaning. Tom went out to do some grocery shopping around an hour ago, so you assumed he would be back soon. You loved the days where neither of you worked too late and you could relax together before the day ended. This was one of those weekends.

Anna rants about her new friend with benefits while you discard your wipe and go to grab your duster in the laundry room. You put your phone between your ear and shoulder as you reach up in an attempt to grab it. You sigh to yourself, climbing on top of the washing machine. When she’s finished, she takes a deep breath.

“Enough about my life, how’s Tom? I don’t care. Have you guys had sex yet?? PLEASE DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE WAITING FOR MARRIAGE!” Anna talks quickly, yelling through your speaker. You always have to set your phone aside for a minute when she shouts like that. You roll your eyes, even though you know she can’t see you. “And don’t roll your eyes!”

“Look,” You take a breath as you think about how you’re going to say it. You stop reaching for the duster and stay seated on the machine for a moment. You put your phone down and on speaker. “Tom and I have had sex, okay–”

“OH MY GOD, I totally knew it! I was just waiting for you to tell me. I have so many questions. How long? How many times? Did it feel amazing?!–”

Tom shoves his keys into the lock and opens the front door. He picks up his few bags of groceries and lightly kicks back the door. He heads straight for the kitchen and places the bags on the counter. Before unbagging all the items, he goes to announce that he’s back, but is alerted by your sudden yell. Tom is naturally attracted to the sound, so he hurriedly makes his way over to you.

“Anna!” You shout, shutting her up. If you were a pushover, she would never stop talking. Ever. “It’s… fine.”

Fine? What was fine?

Tom stops and thinks, overhearing you. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but now he’s curious. Clearly you weren’t in trouble, so he’ll just pretend like he’s not here yet.

“Fine? Fine is a word you use to describe a pen, not sex. Sex shouldn’t be fine,” She replies in disgust and you try not to laugh at how dramatic she is. You keep your eyes fixated on the cabinet, forgetting about the duster.

“It’s… it’s good. I mean everything feels right. I get aroused, so it’s not like I don’t like it. It feels fantastic. Just… you know at the end when you’re supposed to feel amazing?” You try your best to explain your situation to her and you can hear the cogs spinning in her curious head. “Well, I didn’t feel that.”

Is… she talking about sex? She doesn’t hate it, but it wasn’t good?

Tom’s eyebrows furrow in immediate confusion as he leans against the wall near the laundry room. He crosses his arms, continuing to eavesdrop.

“So, you didn’t feel amazing, even though it was amazing. But did you come?” Anna asks, not caring if her question is too explicit or personal. She wasn’t afraid to ask or say anything and that’s what made your friendship so real.

“Um… I don’t think so? It’s different when you’re with somebody than by yourself. How do you know?” You cringe at your unsureness, a hand lifting to rub over your temple as you close your eyes for a moment.

“If you did, you would know. So you’ve never had the experience of coming before. Okay, woah,” Anna says, shock lacing her tone. She sounds almost speechless, and that is something you thought you’d never hear.

“Well, no, I’ve masturbated before and I’ve come. I think. So I have experienced it, just not with Tom,” As you come to a conclusion. It was a lot simpler now that you’ve explained it to Anna. “What do I do?”

She’s never come? That’s… fuck. Horrible.

Tom quietly creeps into the kitchen, making sure you don’t see or hear him. As he unloads some groceries, he wonders what he should do. Does he ask you? If he does then you would know he was listening to you and invading your phone call. So, he mentally settles for searching it up in his down time. For now, he is going to have to resist you as much as possible until he is confident enough.

He hates knowing you aren’t completely satisfied, and that he isn’t giving you everything you want when that’s all you deserve.

“On a scale of one to 10, how much do you like him? Because you could–”

“Anna, I’m not breaking up with him! I love him. So much. I just… don’t know how to bring it up,” You bite your lip and sigh. You extend yourself from a kneeling position and reach up toward the duster. You grab it while Anna contemplates. For once, the line is silent.

“You know I hate beating around the bush, so you might as well just get to the damn point. “Hey, person that I love so much, remember all those times we had sex? Well, I never came, so get your shit fixed!” Something like that should work.”

You roll your eyes as she mocks you and creates new ways to confess to Tom. After too many minutes, you hang up the phone and tell her you’d call her another time. You hop off the machine and waltz into the kitchen. Your eyes light up when they notice Tom, nearly finished unpacking the groceries.

“Oh, hey, baby, I didn’t even hear you come in,” You smile after kissing him softly on the cheek. Tom melts every time you even look at him, so your kisses practically kill him. He smiles in return before sliding some cereal into the top cabinet. “I know it’s still early, but what are we thinking for dinner?”

—

After a nice, relaxing dinner you both mustered up, Tom admits that he’s feeling a bit tired. You were a bit disappointed because you wanted to cuddle and watch your show. Ever since your talk with Anna, Tom has been on your mind all day. Even if you don’t come with him, you still love the feeling of him. He gets you to the edge every time, you just never get all the way. You love the feeling of his fingers on your skin and how full his cock makes you feel, you wished that you would meet the finish line just once.

“‘m sorry. We can cuddle in bed. You can be the small spoon,” Tom suggests and you can’t help but giggle. He knows you love being the small spoon, but secretly so does Tom. You find it adorable that your big, muscular boyfriend likes to be cuddled. It makes your heart flutter.

Tom didn’t want you to know he was avoiding sex, but it was for a good reason. He was determined to get better, to be better for you. He is honestly disappointed in himself that he didn’t realize this earlier.

As you guys complete your nightly routines together, you huddle under the thick comforter. With a full stomach, the heaviness of the blanket, and the warmth of Tom’s skin, you were destined to pass out like a sleepy baby. Once Tom was sure you were asleep, he slowly untangled himself from your gentle frame and tiptoes to the bathroom. You were a pretty deep sleeper; if there was a fire, you would burn alive.

Tom quickly searches up Pornhub in a private search, analyzing all the videos. He hasn’t seen porn by himself for a long time. He didn’t need to. He had the most beautiful woman in his bed every night. And he was about to ruin it because he couldn’t satisfy her. This motivated him to continue his research.

The erotic images and clips of women spread wide open didn’t appease him like it used to. He scrolls and finally clicks on a video of a man fingering a woman. Simple. He connected his Airpods, making sure you wouldn’t hear him.

Tom skimmed through multiple videos, paying close attention to how and when the men curled their fingers. He took note of how they teased the slits, and massaged the clit a lot throughout each orgasm. Tom assumed he did all of these, pretty well in his opinion. The few people that he’d been with in the past never had any issues with him because they’d always come back when they didn’t have to.

So why couldn’t you come?

Finally, after watching about fifteen videos, Tom noticed the particular pace. Tom was always gentle and soft when you two were intimate because he never wanted to hurt you. He’s had rough sex in the past, during one-night-stands, but he never would have thought that’s something you enjoyed. During those selfish nights, he didn’t care what the other woman liked.

Yeah, Tom used to be pretty selfish before you.

He would never do anything you didn’t ask him to do. Maybe you were too scared or embarrassed to mention it and that’s why you told Anna, not him.

Focusing a bit more, he feels a wave of confidence flow through him. He watches a few more, concentrating on the speed.

“You like it rough, don’t you? Dirty slut.”

The video talks in his ear, but he ignores it while he watches all his movements.

Tom’s going to have some fun with you.

—

A pleasant scent interrupts your sleep, waking you up gently. You take a deep breath, inhaling the heavenly smell. You hurriedly brush your teeth before following the smell, leading you to the kitchen.

You witness Tom’s sculpted back facing you as he cooks breakfast. Specifically pancakes, which were your all-time favorite. You always slept deeply, and there were few things that would wake you up. One, pancakes. Two, Tom’s mouth. Blaring alarms weren’t even worth it.

As you creep into the kitchen, you ogle Tom’s muscles. His build is so perfect, sometimes you don’t believe it. His shoulder blades are wide and strong while thick layers of muscle coat his arms. He’s wearing gray drawstring shorts, and the overall sight leaves you drooling.

You were still a bit horny from yesterday. Now, that familiar warm feeling tingles in your tummy as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s waist. Your cheek presses against his toned back.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Tom roughly hums, flipping the pancake easily. You'll never get over his morning voice and how his gravelly tone never fails to turn you on. You hear the click of the stove as Tom shifts to the counter. You release your hold as you go across the kitchen to grab some coffee.

“Morning! What motivated you to make pancakes?” You ask, pouring the hot coffee that has already been brewed.

“Well, I woke up early and I thought I’d do something nice for my girlfriend. Is that so wrong?” He fixes two plates and sets the pan away. He cleans up his mess and then you both sit on the counter stools. You withhold a huge smile, while your heart pounds lovingly. It was such a tiny thing he did, but he always made your heart flutter. That warm feeling covers your lower stomach again.

“You’re too sweet,” You kiss his cheek as you guys continue to eat. Tom knew you saw him as a softie, especially for him. But he wanted you to know that he can be rough, too. After his conclusion from last night, you needed it. “Nothing but.”

“I can be mean,” He adds, finishing his plate.

“Pff, you don’t have a mean bone in your body,” You joke, chewing your warm pancake. “I bet you can’t even be mean for a day.”

“Says who?”

“Says anyone who’s ever known you?” You quirk like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Tom was way too nice. He was incapable of being mean to anyone, ever. That’s what made you fall for him. Once in a while, you guys would banter jokingly, which you enjoyed. But you loved Tom for who he was.

“Fine. I’ll show you mean,” Tom rose from his stool and headed toward the kitchen sink to discard his plate. You rolled your eyes with a bit of a chuckle.

His plan was working perfectly.

He was going to make you upset. Angry. And then when you didn’t expect it, he would fuck you. So hard, and you would come so many times, you would never have to complain to Anna again. He felt… evil. But he was excited.

—

Tom wasn’t lying.

You really thought he was. You didn’t think he could be so careless. You two always do laundry on Sundays, but he made you do it alone. When you asked him what he wanted for dinner, he said he didn’t care. All of these things annoyed you, but what irritated you the most was when he denied giving you kisses.

Tom had looked so good all day. You were practically dripping in your shorts from lack of attention. Your blood boiled at his arrogance, but also intensified that burning feeling in your tummy. You wanted him so badly. Even if you didn’t come, you just needed to feel him.

He crossed the line, so you put your foot down.

“Tom, what the fuck?” You stood directly in front of his view of the TV, smoke coming from your ears. You’ve never been this upset at him before, but your hormones were aiding your fury.

“What?” Tom asks simply, innocently like he hasn’t been a complete jerk all day.

“What? That’s all you have to say?” Your eye twitches and you huff a breath. “You’re being a dick! What is wrong with you?”

“You said I couldn’t be mean. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He tilts his head condescendingly. His puppy dog eyes don’t fool you, while your hands ball up into little fists. He tries to look around you, eyeing the TV to avoid looking at you. You reach over and rip the controller from his hands, shutting the screen off. “Hey, I was watching that!”

Impulsively, you start punching his arms and torso. Tom did weekly boxing lessons, so your puny punches might as well have been kisses. Tom attempts to hold back a smile at your anger, surprisingly enjoying it. After a few seconds, Tom grabs your wrists in an instant. He hovers over you, pinning your arms above your head on the couch.

You breathe heavily from punching him, chest heaving up and down. Although you were beyond pissed at his demeanor, you felt yourself getting wetter. His thigh slightly spreads your legs and you wouldn’t be shocked if you had a visible wet spot from how aroused you’ve been all day.

“Feisty. What’s really got you worked up? Hm?” Tom provokes, a small metal chain dangling right above your face. He shoves his thigh roughly between your legs, causing you to gasp.

“You! Y-you have been making me mad all day! You’re being a dick!” You shout, nearly straining your neck, while he smirks at your mercy. Instinctively, your hips grind on his clothed thigh and you moan, finally getting some attention down there.

“Oh, so you just wanted my attention?” He tsks, moving one of his hands down your body. The other stays trapping your wrists over your head. His hand lifts the small band of your shorts and you inhale impatiently. He lowers his head toward your ear. “I bet you’re fucking soaking under here.”

You whimper at his words, waiting for him to just yank them down. Reading your mind, he does just that. He pulls both your shorts and panties down, revealing your soaked cunt. Your skin is on fire, but your wetness causes goosebumps along your arms. His free hand immediately goes to your slits, spreading your arousal messily around. Your breathing gets heavier, anticipating his thick fingers.

“What do you want?” Tom asks, so demanding you don’t even know if it’s Tom anymore. You’re not used to this side of him yet, but your body was loving it. His voice got deeper, and each word came out as a growl. He was almost animalistic, which was completely different from the soft, cuddly Tom who made love to you.

This Tom– wanted to fuck you.

“Your fingers! Please,” You beg, becoming desperate for anything. He smirks, obeying your pleas. He sinks his middle finger into your cunt, ripping a needy moan from you. You push your head into the couch cushion, hips grinding hard against his hand. He traps his knees on your thighs, halting your movements.

“Don’t be greedy,” He growls.

You whine, frustrated because he’s teasing you. Tom never really teases you. He does it subconsciously like when he walks around the house without a shirt on. But in bed? Tom was sweet and gentle, and always gave you what you wanted. But this Tom– he made you work for it. Beg for it.

And you loved it.

His finger curls slowly inside of you, skimming that special spot inside of you. His rugged thumb massages your clit too softly. Without warning, he adds a second finger and you moan out. Your back arches off the cushions, your body desperate for more friction. You hoped you would come this time.

Tom was about to stop. He didn’t want to hurt you. Maybe you didn’t really want this and it was all in Tom’s head. Just before he was about to drop everything– you begged him to keep going. Fuck. His cock pulsed desperately in his cloth shorts.

“More, more, please,” You plead in hopes he’ll give in, but you don’t know how easily he will. Your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure, but you can’t quite reach it. You’re not surprised because you never can anyway. But what does surprise you is when he speeds up his pace. He never goes too rough or too fast. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as his fingers thrust in and out at a sinful speed. You gasp loudly, fingernails digging into your palms.

“Keep your hands there,” He demands, releasing his tight grip and bringing his hand down to continue to rub your clit. You obey, holding your own wrists. His fingers twist deliciously, and poke your G spot, causing you to scream his name. His other hand rubs your clit dangerously quick, flicking the sensitive nub as well.

You were overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure he was giving you. It was different from everything you’ve experienced with Tom. You were floating in a haze of lust and you never wanted to leave. He gropes your breasts harshly, flicking your pebbled nipples. The rough pads of his fingers tickled your silky walls so perfectly, you nearly passed out from the feeling.

“Are you going to come for me? Huh? Since you never have?” Tom taunts, as you clench around his thick fingers. You gasp, holding your breath.

How did he know?

“H-how did–”

“I heard you talking to Anna. If all you needed was a bit of a rough-up, why didn’t you just say so, love?” His voice was gritty and his actions were harsh, contradicting the sweet nickname. Your head was spinning and your heart was thumping swiftly against your ribcage.

So, so stupid. Of course he heard you.

Tom may be soft, but he wasn’t naïve.

“I thought you wanted slow and passionate, but no. You’re a filthy slut, aren’t you?” Tom degrades, eliciting a whine from your throat. He pinches your nipples through your thin T-shirt, the sensitive nubs causing you to hiss at the pain and pleasure. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes I am!” Behind your closed eyelids, you see stars. Your muscles tighten and breathing increases rapidly. Your palms were probably bleeding from your nails, begging to pull on his silky, brown hair and kiss him passionately. Sex or masturbating has never felt like this before.

His pace never slows down, and your arousal continues to drench his hand. His attack on your clit is nearly torturous, but God, did you crave more.

Suddenly, when your stomach squeezed tightly and your legs tensed, your orgasm was in sight. You tried to close them, but Tom wouldn’t let you. A burning sensation exploded in your core, all your moans getting lost in the process. It was unfamiliar and overwhelming, and it made you wonder if this was your first orgasm ever.

Tom watches as you wither away with your orgasm, a nosy moan echoing throughout the living room. Your white liquid slowly coats his digits as he finally begins to decelerate his speed. He rubs your clit thoroughly, causing your body to jerk from the overstimulation.

“Oh my God,” Your chest heaves and your body rests limp on the couch. Tom immediately licks his fingers, tasting all of your juices. He peels off his tank top and wipes you down. He crawls back over you and absorbs your weary expression.

“You did so good, baby. Did you like it? Or was it too much?” Tom questions softly, caressing your face. He places a delicate kiss on your cheeks, waiting for a response. If he hurt you, he would never forgive himself.

“Tom,” You try to catch your breath. “That was incredible.”

He smiles, finally kissing you on the lips for the first time all day. He assumes now is the best time to ask the question of why.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t paying closer attention to you. But why didn’t you tell me first?” Tom slightly furrows his eyebrows, while you both sit up. You didn’t bother putting your underwear or shorts back on, since they were soaked through.

“I didn’t want you to feel bad. Or think you weren’t making me feel good because you were! I just… I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” You answer honestly, Tom listening and comprehending. He rests his arm over the couch while his hand fiddles with your hair. “I guess I have never really come before. I also didn’t know that’s what I needed…”

Tom laughs and you join in, slightly embarrassed. “Everyone has a secret, love. Yours is that you’re sweet as pie to the public, but a freak in the sheets for me.”

“Tom!” You gasp, swatting at his bare chest. He laughs again, catching your wrist. He moves it to the side and leans in for a kiss. You don’t deny him and attach your lips together, melting into his touch. You swear you tasted yourself on his lips, but it only made you smile more. “Doesn’t that make you a freak, too?”

“I guess. But I’m a man. Men are dirty. I didn’t know you were so dirty, Y/N,” He teases with a smile and you roll your eyes. You deflect his words, but even the teasing turned you on a bit. You cross your arms, acting annoyed. “And I thought you were so innocent–”

“Oh, shut up!” You groan while smiling, throwing your head on the back of the couch. He chuckles because he loves riling you up a bit. Now that the air was cleared, you secretly wanted more. Even though you just came for the first time with him and you should be exhausted, you felt the opposite. You felt energized. You wanted to go again and again until you fell asleep under him.

Maybe you were a bit of a freak…

If his fingers felt that good, you couldn’t imagine what his cock would feel like while he’s ramming into you harshly. You imagined him sinking deep into you and fucking you into oblivion with his dangerously quick pace. You nearly drooled at the thought. You swiftly stood up, going toward the bedroom.

Okay, you were a freak.

“Where are you going? Sleeping already?” Tom shouts as you slowly continue to back pedal away. He peers at you over his shoulder with furrowed eyebrows and a small smile.

“Sleeping is the last thing I want to do right now,” You wink and head straight for the bedroom. Tom raises his eyebrows and immediately launches himself off the couch to follow you, understanding your innuendo quickly.

“Yes ma’am,” He whispers to himself as he closes the bedroom door with a giant smirk on his face.

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nnnyxie · 4 months

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it’s cold, please come in.

he is awful with the holidays. having grown up with divorced parents, it was never enjoyable. so when he ditches his family, he finds himself at your porch. (kozume kenma)

warnings; lots of swearing (sorry)

sfw, gender neutral

“this is why we can’t have a normal fucking christmas!” kenma’s mom shouted at his dad. this was typical— they tried having a joined christmas every other year.

and kenma was always forced to attend.

he hated this. he hated the yelling. he hated the arguing. he hated when the throwing would start. luckily, only food.

“you can’t do one damn thing right! look at what you did to our son!” his dad yelled back, picking up a piece of bread and throwing it at the wall. “he’s pathetic!” “i’ve done more than your pitiful ass. i’m a ceo for fuck’s sake! but, you wouldn’t know that because, you’re a damn deadbeat!” kenma finally spoke up— “i fucking hate doing this shit. you’re grown ass adults. so fucking act like it!” kenma stormed out the house as his parents yelled— telling him to come back inside.

kenma would rather freeze than deal with that.

he left his keys, jacket, and phone— not even bothering to go back for them.

kenma walked around the downtown area, every store was closed. aside from a few cheap restaurants.

he felt frustrated still. and cold— very cold. his skin grew tight from it. his lips were also chapped— worse than they had been before.

—

soon, kenma found himself in a neighborhood— one he’s known since his childhood. one he stayed in before his parents had their nasty divorce. one— that has your house. that has the house kuroo once occupied but, now a new family lives in.

he subconsciously walks to your home. it was now owned by you— since your guardians decided to travel.

he knocks— five times, in the secret pattern created by you both and kuroo.

he hears shuffling— a small bang followed by an ‘ow, fuck’. then, the door opens, with you standing in the dark entryway. “ken? what are you doing out here? where’s your jacket!? get inside, now. please, it’s freezing.” you pulled his arm and nearly shoved him inside.

“why were you out there?” “just wanted to go for a walk,” kenma mumbled, taking off his shoes and leaving them near the door. “kenma, i’m serious. was it— was it your parents again?” kenma froze, only for a second. and he nodded. “i’m sorry, ken... i’ll make some tea, go ahead and sit on the couch.” you made your way to the kitchen, being sure to turn on the lights so you don’t run into anything again.

when you returned with the tea, kenma was sat on the couch— with his forearms resting on his knees and his face in his hands. “wanna talk about it ken…?” you put the tea cup on your coffee table, not caring for the coasters at the moment. “i just— they always do this. they know it will end in shit but, they still do it!” he exclaimed, falling back on the couch. “time and time again, i think ‘hey maybe it’ll be better this year’ but, it just never is. i keep giving them chances and— i fucking can’t anymore.” kenma sat up, and picked up the cup of tea. “my dad… he called me pathetic. he isn’t in my life enough to know what i am. he didn’t care enough to remember that i’m— actually successful.” “i’m so sorry ken. i— what can i do? for you?” kenma shrugs, “just— be here. i dunno, i just don’t feel like… being around people… except for you. i guess…” he mumbled into his cup, and took a drink. you whisper an ‘okay’ and sat closer to him.

“thanks for letting me in, by the way.” you quietly laughed at this, “don’t thank me for being a decent person.” “i’m serious… it means a lot… christmas has always been hard… well, christmas eve.” you placed your head on his shoulder, “i get that. but, i’m more than happy to have you here. i don’t want you to feel like you need to thank me. especially for me just doing something for the person i love.” kenma blushed— you’d been friends for years, of course— but, you’ve only ever used that for each other once— twice now. “love?” you nodded and hummed.

“yeah, of course. i love you.”

“i love you too.” kenma smiled, “i love you, love you.” you emphasized the first ‘love you’.

“love me, love me? like— you know…” he spoke shyly. “yeah… like that.” “me too,” he moved closer and shakily placed his hand on yours.

you sat up completely, and looked at him—

“i’m happy i came,” “i am too.” you leaned in and kissed him— just a small, soft kiss.

“merry christmas, kenma.” “merry christmas.”

hey….. projected just a little bit……

anyways.

i hope you all had a good holiday. if any of you dealt with bad family— my heart goes out to you.

i love you all, truly. and please know that blood doesn’t always equal family. family is who treats you with care. family can be your friends. or your friends’ family. family can be your partner and their family. it’s who loves you and handles you gently.

thank you so much for following along and supporting my event.

i love you all. <3

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hearts4hughes · 9 months

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hits different | trevor zegras

(trevor zegras x fem! reader)

a/n: i’ve had this idea in my notes forever, and i’ve just managed to finish it😭 it took wayyyy too long, but i’m proud of this!

warnings: intoxication, alcohol, angst, light swearing

the pulsating bass reverberates through your body as you stand at the bar, drink in hand, trying to wash your hands of the memories of a love gone wrong. your mind drifts to the mess that trevor made of you and the hurtful images that linger in your thoughts.

you wondered if he had already moved on. if he was cooking for another girl at his apartment, or if he had strolled through the streets of anaheim with her hand in hand. had he forgotten about you? three years of love washed down the drain like dirt and filth as he confided in another woman with his love. just the mere thought sends waves of nausea through your body.

it didn’t make sense. you thought breaking up with him was the right decision, but since then, all you’ve felt was pure heartbreak.

it all started with the duck’s bad season. he was frustrated and stressed. he thought he was the problem- even though he wasn’t- and he went into an emotional hole. at the time, you didn’t understand what was happening. you thought he fell out of love with you, so as hard as it was, you broke up with him. the second the words flew off your tongue, he broke down- sobbing, yelling, begging, anything that would help you stay.

you can't help but reflect on how you used to move on so easily, like switching out partners and escaping town, but everything feels different now. the bars you visit play songs that remind you of what once was, and it hurts like nothing you've experienced before.

“y/n,” julia calls out, snapping you back into reality, “you have to stop thinking of him, it’s not going to help.” her hand rubs comfortingly up and down your back. you look at her, your face completely blank of emotion. it’s easier said than done to forget about someone who preoccupied so much of your time, and the alcohol in your system isn’t helping.

“i know, i just,” you stammer, “i just can’t escape him. it’s like he’s haunting me. everywhere i look i’m reminded of the memories we made.” she looks at you with pity.

“love is a lie, babe. you know this already.” she says- the same thing she’s been telling you since forever. “remember when you broke up with aaron?” she asks and you nod in response. “you thought he was the one and that you’d never ever move on, but after a little bit you did. you just need to give it time and you’ll get over him.”

whining, you grab your shot, throwing your head back and downing it. your nose scrunched as the alcohol burned down your throat. “but what if i don’t want to get over him, jul? i don’t want to forget about him. i just want to be with him, i just want trevor.” your words were slurred- almost incoherent.

people around you began to stare and watch the unfolding scene. protectively, julia brought you into a hug, shielding your face from everyone before they saw your tears. “let’s get you home, honey.” she cooed, wrapping her arm around your waist and helping you out of your seat.

julia brought you home, making sure you got into your house safely before driving away. you swung the front door open and stumbled into your apartment. the digital clock on the wall read 2:20am. you ripped off your heels, discarding them somewhere in your living room, and walking into your bedroom. your hair was a frizzy mess, lipstick smudged, mascara smeared everywhere, but you could care less.

you find yourself alone in your room, surrounded by memories of the past, with one particular item catching your eye- trevor’s hat. it sits on a shelf, seemingly untouched since the day you parted ways. the sight of it evokes a rush of bittersweet emotions, and you can't help but pick it up, feeling its fabric against your fingertips. the hat holds a piece of him, a piece of the love you once shared, and the weight of the memories is overwhelming.

as you hold the hat in your hands, a wave of nostalgia washes over you. memories of your time together flood your mind – the laughter, the inside jokes, the intimate moments shared under that very hat. you miss him, and the feeling intensifies with each passing day. the warmth and comfort that his presence once brought into your life are now a distant memory.

you bring the hat close to your chest, hugging it tightly as if it was him. the scent of his cologne, faint but still lingering, brings you back to those tender moments when he would embrace you, and your heart aches.

with each tear that falls, you let yourself feel the grief, the longing, and the emptiness that comes with a wound that hasn’t completely healed. you find yourself whispering his name into the fabric, wishing he were there, holding you.

suddenly, you hear a key turning in the door down the hallway. is it him? is it trevor? or has julia come to take you away from your apartment and the suffocating reminders of him?

the door closes and you hear footsteps approaching your room. the footsteps become louder as the mystery person gets closer. you close your eyes, not bothered to know who it is; however, a small part of you hopes, even wishes that it’s him.

“love?” he calls out, causing your eyes to shoot open. you see him standing in the doorway- a blurry version of him due to the alcohol and crying. a frown adorns his lips as he looks down at you. your tear stained face and bloodshot eyes give him a hint of what you were just doing. “oh y/n,” he coos, making his way over to you and repositioning you into his lap.

his arms snake around your body, pulling you close to his chest. you open your mouth to say something, but the words get caught in your throat. he presses reassuring kisses to the top of your head as you cry into his embrace.

"i’m so sorry, y/n," he whispers, his voice filled with remorse. "i messed up, and i’ve been a mess ever since you left." you try to find the right words to say, but your emotions are too overwhelming, your heart too raw. instead, you bury your face in his chest, holding on to him as if he might slip away again.

"fuck, i thought you moved on," you manage to say through your tears, your voice shaking. "all i could imagine was you with another girl, trev.”

he sights, gently rubbing your back. "no, love, there hasn't been anyone else. i’ve been miserable without you. you were always the one."

“i thought you had fallen out of love with me, that’s why i broke up with you.” your voice trembles with hurt as he feels a pang of guilt in his heart.

his expression softens, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "i was going through a rough time, and I didn't know how to handle it. i thought i was the problem, and i didn't want to bother you with my struggles. i never meant to hurt you." you move your head away from his body, staring deeply into his eyes. he’s been crying too. in that moment, you realize that he's hurting too, and maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for healing and forgiveness.

"i miss you, trevor," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "my friends try to take me out to have fun and get drunk, but i always end up slurring your name until someone puts me in a car. they’re going to stop inviting me soon.” you joke- a coping mechanism you’ve had since you were young.

he lets out a small laugh, bringing his hand up to wipe away stray tears, “i’m here now," he replies, "and i want to try again, to make things right. i love you, and my life is a fucking wreck without you."

“i love you too,” your voice is soft and sincere. a smile graces his lips and for the first time since forever, your lips connect with his, reviving what you thought was gone.

#hearts4hughes #nora’s writings 💐#anaheim ducks #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras imagine #hockey blurb #nhl imagine #hockey boys #nhl imagines

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babydollmarauders · 7 months

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COMFORT — LUKE HUGHES

summary: in which Luke’s girlfriend, y/n (dolly), finds out her comfort person and close friend, Ryan Graves, is going to Pittsburgh

luke’s gf au!

my bottom lip quivers, tears immediately welling in my eyes as the realization sets in.

“w-what?” my voice trembles, the phone shaking in my grip, the unshed tears making the facetime appear blurry.

“i’m sorry, y/n, i really am.” Ryan tells me solemnly, “but this is what’s right for me and my career right now. you understand that, right?”

“mhm.” i hum, blinking past the tears and nodding my head, “no— yeah, i understand. i get it.”

Ryan heaves out a sigh, his eyes soft as he begins speaking again.

“i really enjoyed spending time with you and i’m still so honored that you warmed up to me the way that you did. and this doesn’t mean our friendship is over! you’re still more than welcome to call me when you need someone to talk to, and we’ll see each other when the Penguins and Devils play each other!”

i nod again at his words, trying my hardest to let them relieve my sadness and bring joy to me, but it all still hurts a bit too much for me to see the bright side just yet.

“i just wanted you to hear it directly from me first, Dolly.” he explains, “i don’t want you finding out when the rest of the public finds out. you deserved to be be told beforehand.”

“i’m gonna miss you.” my words are choked, spoken between sniffles, and i quickly rub at my nose with the sleeve of my hoodie.

“i’m gonna miss you too.” he frowns, “and you better tell Bahl that he needs to step up and become your club bodyguard now! i’d say Dougie but…”

i let out a huff of laughter before i finish the sentence with him, “he looks too nice.”

Ryan grins at my slight smile.

“exactly.” he beams. “look, i gotta go. i gotta go in and sign the contract now. but, i’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“okay.” i nod, bidding him a goodbye before he hangs up.

left in the silence, my heart aches.

i didn’t really think of the possibility of Ryan leaving the Devils.

i guess in my head, i always thought of him as a Devil. i never thought about the chance of him becoming anything else.

i crawl up on Luke and i’s bed, burrowing myself in a mountain of blankets and pillows; curling up on my side and just staring ahead at the wall.

Ryan was, dare i say, the person on the team that i was closest to beside my boyfriend and his brother.

ever since we met, early in the season when i had visited Jack, and i had felt the comforting energy that he gave off, he looked out for me. he stuck by my side when the team went out to bars and clubs; warding off any highly unwanted male attention, glowering at any sketchy guys that dared to come near me.

it was never unusual to find him in Luke, Jack, and i’s living room, allowing me to paint his fingernails black as i talked his ear off about how my classes were dragging me down or telling him about the new true crime case i had heard of on my podcasts.

he was my platonic person. and now he’s gonna be gone. signing with the Pittsburgh Penguins at this very moment.

i was lost within my own head. the room eerily quiet, making it hard to miss the creak of the bedroom door.

i turn over in the bed, finding my boyfriend in the doorway, staring back at me with pity filled eyes.

“Ryan texted me.” it was in that moment that my reserve vanished. my walls broke down and my tears came pouring out, unable to be kept in any longer.

“Dolly, i’m sorry.” Luke crawls into the bed, pulling me into his chest. his hand holds the back of my head, the other rubbing circles on my back. “let it out, baby. i’m here for you. i’m right here.”

my tears soak into his black t-shirt, making it damp, but he doesn’t seem to care, only pulling me tighter to him.

i lose track of how long we lay there, Luke allowing me to cry into his chest until i’ve run out of tears.

“do you wanna talk about it, baby?” i shake my head against him, not quite ready to discuss my friend leaving. “okay. that’s okay, you don’t have to talk until your ready.”

i let out a whine, burying my head further up and into his neck.

the door creaks open once more, and i peek an eye open, retreating from my boyfriend just slightly to see his middle brothers head pop into the room. at the sight before him, Jack winces, his gaze softening.

“i just saw the news. i wanted to check on Dolly.” he whispers, his words aimed at his younger brother, as i’ve already moved back into my position in the crook of Luke’s neck.

“she’s not taking it very well.” Luke whisper’s back, “which is completely valid and i wouldn’t expect this to be any easier.”

those words are spoken into my hair, directed at me; reassuring me that my emotions are not dramatic, but rather understood and logical.

the door shuts, footsteps getting closer before i feel my side of the bed dip, a hand coming up to rub back while Luke’s hand stops to hold my hip.

“i’m really sorry, Dolly.” Jack’s voice comes from behind me. “you still have me, and Luke, and Dawson, John, Nico, Dougie, Bratter, i can keep going.

“we’re here and we’re not going anywhere. Ryan had to take a different path, and i’m really sorry about that, but i know he’s still there for you to call if you need him, right?”

i nod my head, my nose brushing against Luke’s neck.

“exactly. he’s not gone completely. just, not in Jersey anymore. and that’s what’s best for him and his career.”

i let Jack’s words sink in. pulling away from my boyfriend, i press a kiss to his cheek, him giving me a soft smile in return, before i turn and hug Jack; thanking him for his comfort.

i have my other best friends. it’s gonna be okay.

#luke’s gf au !#luke hughes x reader

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lionizingheathen · 2 years

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Precious- D.M

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Draco finding release after a day in the office

Smut under the cut, hope you enjoy

Warnings: Smut, Pegging, Anal Fingering, Dom!Reader, Sub!Draco, Praise Kink, Petnames, Begging, Mommy Kink, Strapwarming, Spanking

The only sign you got from Draco that he was home was when he stepped out of the floo, shaking the powder off his arms with a soured expression on his face. You didn’t pay him much mind, choosing instead to stay focused on your book. If he was going to be as much of a bitch as his face suggested, you didn’t have the patience for it.“I need you to fuck me.” You looked up from the book you’d been reading and set it aside, your interest piqued as you watched your boyfriend shrug off his cloak and set down his wand. He looked stressed… maybe angry. You could fix that. “Why?” You asked, and he glared over at you. Oh. Angry, that was for sure. You sat up the rest of the way before raising an eyebrow at him, as if asking him silently if he was sure he wanted to pull that attitude with you. Last time he had he’d been stuck with a vibrator taped to his cock for two hours.

“Do you ever really need a reason? It’s enough of an ego boost to you that I permit you to fuck me-.” You stood up in a heartbeat, gripping under his chin to make him look down at you, pushing him back enough that he bumped up against the door of your flat. He widened his eyes with surprise, gripping onto your wrist. He knew better, you’d fucked most of the wanker right out of him when you’d started dating, but today seemed like it was a special case. “Watch your tone. You’ll regret it if you don’t.” You warned him, and his gaze softened as he loosened his hand after you dropped yours. He fell into your arms, tucking his face into his neck as you walked the two of you back to sit down on the couch. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting him breathe you in. He lifted his head up for a moment, looking listless. “... Right. It’s just been a rough day.” He said, and you cupped his cheek softly, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“Tell me.” You said, keeping your tone gentle. He let out a long sigh and tucked his head onto your shoulder, pulling his knees up to his chest, the same way he’d used to sit when he’d just gotten a bad grade when you two had still been in school. It made your heart ache a bit, seeing him so distraught. “... They gave my promotion to Zabini.” That solved that. He’d been up for that promotion for a month, and it sounded like it was going to him the whole time, that’d be enough to upset anyone. You sat up and pulled him into your arms, holding his face to your chest. “Oh, Dray… I’m sorry.” You sighed, and he let out a huff against your chest, balling his hands into the fabric of your shirt. “I don’t want your pity, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk right.” He grumbled, and you smirked into the top of his hair. God, he was always so hot when he got needy. “Really?” You shifted him so that he was facing you and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, feeling him frantically reach out for your waist. Angel. “That’s what you want?” You asked, and he nodded eagerly, digging his fingers into your hips.

“That's all I’ve been thinking about.” He said, and you kissed him deeply, pushing him back on the couch as you tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging hard at the strands. His moans were sweet against your lips as you felt cold fingers slide into the waistband of your sweatpants and into your panties, making rough circles on your clit. Draco leaned his head back and groaned, sliding a finger inside you. You couldn’t help grinding down on his hand when he hooked his finger, making you whimper.

“I can take care of you first… You’re really wet.” He murmured, and you shook your head, gripping his wrist to pull his hand out. This wasn’t about you, if he’d asked to fuck you, you would’ve let him, but he asked you to fuck him, and so that was what you were gonna do. “Strip down and go to the bedroom, okay? I’ll be right back.” You insisted, pushing off of him. You dug through a drawer in your bathroom cabinet before locating your harness. It did take a moment, and even longer to switch out the toy on the end, and you knew Draco would be impatient by the time you were back in the room… but that was half the point. As you were leaving the bathroom, you snagged a towel off the shelf and draped it over your arm. Sure, you could clean up the bed with a charm, but you preferred to clean Draco off yourself.

“Are you always this slow? Honestly, I could’ve fucked myself in the time that it took you to-.” “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, Dray.” You chuckled, tying your hair back in front of the mirror. You watched behind you as he sighed and looked up at the ceiling, looking the farthest thing from apologetic. That was the problem with dating a trust fund baby, they never learned how to have manners.“... Sorry.” He said, and you chuckled. Who would that have convinced? He sounded less sorry than he ever had. “You’re not, but that’s okay.” You turned to him, giving him a wicked sort of smile which he returned. “I hope you know that if we’re doing this, you’re taking the whole thing.” This confused him as he sat up on his elbows, looking at you. “I always take the whole thing-.” You cut him off, shaking your head as you tightened the straps. He had no idea what he was saying.

“No, babe. I got a new one.” You said, and you saw his face drop at this, all cockiness he normally exuded gone in a heartbeat as he saw the new toy attached to your harness. You smirked at him, walking closer… it was going to be a birthday gift, but he seemed like he could really use it right now. “... What?” He asked quietly, and you hovered over him, kissing him deeply as you ran your hand down his abdomen and gripped his cock, feeling him moan into your mouth as he thrust into your hand… God, he was already so needy. You pulled back and felt him kissing desperately down your chest to your tits, sucking a nipple between his teeth as he stared up at you. You chuckled at his attempt to switch your focus and pushed him back down, sitting up. “Gonna stretch you out real nice, honey.” You flipped him onto his stomach with ease, tapping his hip. You watched his back flex as he tensed, anticipating. It was beautiful to see, but not what you needed. You needed him to work with you. “Ass up.” You said, and he got up onto his hands and his knees, the pace of his breathing increasing as he heard you mumble an incantation and felt the lube on his hole. “Wait, I don’t know if I can take that-.” You cut him off by sliding two fingers into his ass, making him gasp as you scissored them inside of him, stretching him out. You pressed your body against his back, reaching around with your free hand to grip his cock again, jerking it in time to your thrusts while you listened to him moan. “Shhh, mommy’s getting you all prepped, love.” You murmured, kissing the shell of his ear before biting down on the lobe. You straightened back up after that, letting go of his cock in favor of increasing the pace of your fingers. “Shit…” He whined, falling from his palms to his forearms. You looked up and smirked into the mirror at the foot of your bed, smirked at the way that this man, so powerful and prestigious to the outside world, was in your bedroom waiting to take your strap. It was dizzying. “You’re taking my fingers so fucking well…” You murmured, and Draco’s head fell onto his forearms, groaning as you slid another finger into his tight ass. He always took them so well, making it look so easy to be fucked. You smirked at this thought, smirked at what a whore Draco Lucius Malfoy really was. “More… Please…” He whined, and you nodded. He was ready, he could take this whole thing without a problem… and you were looking forward to hearing him scream while he did, that was always the best part.

“So polite.” You slid your fingers out of him, making him whine with frustration before you lined up your cock with his hole, resting a hand on the small of his back as you guided the tip in, watching his head jerk up. “You love feeling full, don’t you?” You asked, and as he was about to answer you thrust the strap in the rest of the way, bottoming out in one movement. You watched in the mirror as his eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he shuddered against you, pressing back to see if there was anymore… Fuck, he was so good. “Yes mommy, I love your fucking cock!” He cried, and you let out a laugh. There was no way your neighbors hadn’t heard him screaming. They never met your eyes when you went outside, you knew there was a reason behind it, and you were fine with their reactions. “You’re such a whore, Dray…” Your whore. “The whole neighborhood knows it too.” They did. They had to. He’d never been good at being quiet. “Good… want ‘em to.” He whimpered, and you practically glowed at this. God, he was always good at making you feel good… and in turn, you made him feel amazing. “That’s it, babe.” You leaned down and bit his shoulder. He looked delicious. “You were made to take mommy’s cock, weren’t you?” You asked, and he groaned as you bottomed out deep inside of him again, pausing there before pulling all the way out and thrusting in again, probably wiping his mind clean. Not an excuse to ignore a question that you had so politely asked. “Fuck…” He didn’t answer your question, so you delivered one hard slap on his ass, knocking him forward and causing him to cry out. Don’t be such a fucking baby. He could take so much more, he was just always a pussy. “I asked you a question. Answer it.” You snapped, and he was apologetic in his answer, frowning slightly as he tried to get the words out. Cute. “Yes mommy!”

“You love being my cocksleeve, don’t you?” You asked, and he nodded frantically, fucking his hips back into you. God, he’s always such a fucking whore. “Yes!” “No one would believe me if I told them you begged for this… My own personal whore, hm?” You groaned, sitting up on your knees as you gripped his hips, slamming into him quicker now, making him whine. He looked immaculate, his face buried in the blankets and his fingers scratching at any parts of the bed he could find. “Yes mommy.” You smiled at this, scratching your nails down his back, making him groan. You wanted to mark him in some way, but you couldn’t leave any more on his neck, his boss had sent a letter home about it… so this would have to do. “Good boy… you love this shit, don’t you?” You ripped his head up, using the back of his hair like a handle. “I asked you a fucking question, answer me!” He nodded frantically, biting his lip. “I love it mommy, I love it! Harder!” He begged, and you let out a dark laugh, but obliged. He wasn’t going to be able to walk, but that was what he’d asked for -begged for, more accurately-. “You’re gonna be so fucking sore tomorrow, babe.” You kissed down his spine, biting at his ribs. “You’ll be thinking of me all day.” You reminded him, and he didn’t respond for a moment, just for a moment. “Already do…” “Look in the mirror.” You rolled your eyes at the way that he moved. So lazy. “I said look.” He did then, and you saw the hint of a smile in the corners of his mouth.

“You look so pretty…” God.

“Mmm, you do too… So good like this, getting all fucked out.” His whines got higher as you continued to thrust into him, increasing the force behind each one. You picked his head up by his hair, looking at his face in the mirror. Honestly, it was almost enough to make you cum untouched, seeing his furrowed brows, dropped open mouth, and flushed cheeks as he moaned your name. “Close? Yeah?” You sat up on your knees, bringing him with you as you wrapped one hand tight around his throat and brought the other down, jerking his cock as quickly as you could. You saw his thighs begin to tremble after a few moments of this brutal treatment and dropped him back on the bed, pressing his face into the mattress. You loved using him like this, something in you sang when you reminded him of his place. “Cum for me then.” You snapped, and it was almost like flicking a switch, you saw every muscle in his back tense as he gripped hard on the sheets. “‘M cumming mommy! Fuck!” He cried, shaking as he ground his hips down onto the mattress, no doubt covering your blankets and his stomach with cum as he shook. You continued to pound into him, holding his face against the mattress until his arms gave out, at which point you carefully shifted to the side and cast a cleaning charm on the bed. You grabbed the towel from it’s place a little higher on the bed and gently cleaned up Draco’s stomach and cock before laying beside him, pressing soft kisses across the expanse of his shoulders. Such a sweet boy. “You need to watch your fucking mouth when you do that, baby…” You murmured into his ear, and he let out a tired chuckle, scooting closer to you. You placed a hand on his back, wanting to ease the toy out of him before he fell asleep, but he brought a hesitant hand back to your wrist. “Can you… can you keep it in?” He mumbled, and you raised an eyebrow, but complied, wrapping an arm around his waist before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Of course, love. Whatever you want.”

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strniohoeee · 4 months

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i need one with chris who gets all shy like a little girl in love everything reader is there so she takes courage and kisses him

Butterflies

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris can’t seem to control his emotions around Y/N. After an awkward encounter who will make the first move?☔️

Warning⚠️: NONEEEE. It’s pretty short, but it’s cute or whatever 🤭

Song for the imagine: Talk 2 U- Brent Faiyaz

You don’t need champagne

You’d rather be held tight and maintained

I wanna know everything about you

But first I gotta talk to you

Chris POV

Everything about her…..she made me nervous. I never got nervous around a girl. I mean I talked to a lot of women. I would classify myself as a pro, but with Y/N it was hard.

Her smile, her hair, her eyes, the dimple on her left cheek that showed when she laughed or smiled, the way she tilted her head to listen to you. All of it….it made me anxious with these feelings…I don’t even know honestly

Ask anyone around me. I found all that love shit cringey and embarrassing. I would never be down bad like that for anybody, but my mind started to question that feeling whenever I saw Y/N.

I’ve known of her for two years now. She’s Larrays best friend. When we started hanging out with Larray he brought her around, and soon she became best friends with Nick.

At first it wasn’t an issue, but the more she started to come around the more nervous I got. For a while I played it cool, but then it got extremely difficult.

Especially when we would be left alone, or she’d come over and talk to me. She probably thought I was some immature idiot and felt pity towards me. If my brothers and I ever went out and Y/N was there I’d often not say hi. Pretending I didn’t see her until she came up to me, or my brothers and Larray went up to her as a group.

I could never speak to her alone….embarrassed I’d make a fool of myself. This wasn’t like me, and I started to question who I truly was.

Currently we’re at a house party that Larray threw for the launch of his fragrance line. There were a lot of people here, but nothing unbearable. It was actually a lot of people we all knew.

“You seem nervous” Larray said laughing at me

“Oh…um no I’m good” I said nodding at him

“He is nervous about Y/N showing up” Matt said laughing

“Shut the fuck up” I said smacking Matt

“Why? Just talk to her” Larray said

“He’s scared she’ll think he’s a weirdo” Nick said

“Oh? Y/n?? Never I’m sure she’s head over heels for you” Larray said laughing, but this gave me some false hope

“Just talk to her, oh look she’s coming over” Nick said

“Y/NNNNN” Larray yelled and gave her a hug

“Hiiiii” she yelled and hugged him back

She started to talk with Matt and Nick while Larray walked away to grab a drink. It got quiet so I decided to speak up

“Hi Y/N” I said looking at her

“Oh hi Chris. I didn’t see you there” she said smiling at me

I couldnt even respond to that….she doesn’t even see me. My chances are done.

“Well um I’m going to make my rounds. I’ll see yall around” she said and waved bye to us

“Chris what the fuck was that” Matt said

“Yeah that was painful to watch” Nick said laughing

“Shut up I got nervous okay” I said shaking my head

“Tonight’s your one chance to shoot your shot before one of these other guys get to her first” Matt said

“I don’t know” I said standing up and walking away from my brothers

I had been wandering around the party when I decided to go upstairs to use the bathroom. After coming out I decided to sit in one of the empty bedrooms. The party becoming too much for me

Suddenly I heard the door open and someone came in

“This rooms ta-“ I began to say as I turned around, but locked eyes with Y/N

“Oh sorry” I said shaking my head

“There you are stranger. Where have you been” she said smiling at me

“I’ve been around, but I just needed a break from the party” I told her

“Yeah same” she said walking over to the bed and sitting down

“So…” I began to state but she cut me off

“Listen I’m sorry for saying I didn’t see you back there. I mean I didn’t you were so quiet, but I know it came off rude” she said shaking her head

“Oh no it’s okay! I was being pretty quiet” I said waving at her

“Okay good I didn’t want you to think I hate you or anything, because I don’t” she said looking at me

“I didn’t think that” I said laughing and walking over to the bed sitting next to her

“You’re a nice guy Chris. We should hang out more” she said looking at me

“Uhh yeah yeah” I said

“I mean I’m not forcing you, we don’t have to” she said putting her hands up in defense

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to come off rude. I would love to hang out with you” I said shaking my head

“Perfect! We’ll plan a date… I MEAN DAY we’ll plan a day” she said getting nervous

Her nervousness makes me feel better. I laughed a bit and nodded my head

“Sounds good to me” I said still laughing a bit

“So uhh how’s the party going” I said mentally smacking myself

“Chris” she said laughing

I looked over at her, and suddenly she leaned in. Our lips crashing together in a well needed kiss

Her hand caressing my cheek as my right hand laid on her left knee. Our breathing became heavier as we deepened the kiss.

We pulled away and she smiled at me. Standing up she looked at me

“I’ll see you umm Friday at 8? Meet me here” she said

“Yeah of course” I said looking over at her

“Well umm have a goodnight, and I’ll see you in a few days” she said standing by the door

“Yes for our date. I MEAN-“ I cut myself off

“Yes Chris for our date” she said giggling and stepping out shutting the door behind her

I leaned back on the bed running my hands through my hair. Did I really just kiss the girl of my dreams? And do we really have a date on Friday??

All I had to do was talk to her….insanity

The End

I know this one was short, but I found it cute! I hope you enjoyed and thank you all for the support. I LOVE YALLLL🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo

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autisticlancemcclain · 4 months

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“There are three things I know,” Keith blurts. Lance stares at him blankly, or maybe angrily, or maybe in a way Keith can’t understand. He doesn’t bother trying, focusing instead on the way freckles dot Lance’s nose, mapping them to avoid looking at his whole face. He continues.

“The first thing is you have to — when you’re stabbed, you have to keep the knife there. You can’t pull it out or you’ll die. The second thing is that I’m bad at saying I love you. The last thing is that we know more about the moon than the ocean.” He swallows and finds his throat bone dry, scratchy. It takes him ten or twelve tries to moisten it again. Lance says nothing as Keith orients himself, refusing to grant him the mercy of ending his sentence. He waits impatiently for the rest of Keith’s sentiment, for the explanation. Or maybe he’s stopped listening and Keith is talking at a wall. He can’t tell. He still can’t bring himself to meet Lance’s eyes. He’s scared they won’t be as warm as they have always been.

“I’ve never been stabbed,” he finally manages. His voice is quieter now, muted and embarrassed, rather than the thoughtless rambling it was before. Hems made a claim and now he has to back it up and there is nothing in his fucking tank to do this. He’s sandwiching the truth between seventeen loaves of bullshit and he knows it and he’s sure Lance knows it but Heaven itself could not stop him, even if It had any desire to reach down and protect him. “I’ve never, uh, known anyone either. Who has been. I read it in a book once. And of course I can say it. It just never sounds like I mean it. And I don’t know anything about the moon or the ocean, really. I just meant humanity as a whole. The collective knowledge of science is more detailed on the satellite rather than the body of water, I mean.”

Say something, he wants to beg Lance, but even he knows that’s unfair. He wants to fold himself up and hide away. He wants to scream at Lance at the top of his lungs, for making him say any of this, for making him think it. Keith never let himself feel this clearly before he met him. Before Lance Keith kept a box of things locked and guarded in the back of his mind and if anyone so much as poked at it he ran. It worked for ten years.

But Lance danced in with a smirk and the scent of crushed daisies and Keith handed him the fucking key.

“And?” Lance asks quietly, throwing him a bone. Taking pity on him. Or mercy. They’re the same thing anyway.

Keith’s hands tremble violently. He clenches them into hard fists and could cry at the relief it brings. “I know more things. I just. Those are the things that never sit right.” The shaking starts again in his fists, then travel up his arms and jerk his shoulders, and soon he’s trembling so badly he’s half convinced he’s seizing, half convinced he’s going to have a stroke and die before he can stutter to an end, finish the fucking sentiment he offered up. The clenching of his teeth does nothing and they clatter so badly they crack to a million pieces and fall to pieces at the floor. His skin flinches right of his body. Every spasm of his muscles oozes blood down to a growing pool on the floor. He is open and bleeding and peeling and cracking and flaying and peeling and crumbling and he is open and open and open and falling, endlessly, disintegrating at Lance’s feet, essence of him seeping into Lance’s sneakers.

“Why does stabbing hurt twice?” he whispers. “Why can’t acts of good be what they are? Why can I sit on the beach and know less than what splashes in front of me than a blinking distant satellite? It doesn’t — sit right with me.” He swallows again and it’s salty. “Does it sit right with you?”

The boiling puddle of him sputters and bubbles. Every thought he’s ever had is on display. He is a spitting pool of acid and the goo at the bottom of a dumpster. He stains everything he touches. The floor will never be white and pristine again, even if it looks it, because he will always know that here is when he threw up every bit of him and still tried to hide behind what he could and here is where he lost.

“I just want you to tell me the truth,” Lance says eventually. Keith finally meets his eyes, and the brown of them isn’t dark or cold or hard but instead shuttered behind closed doors. For the first time in all the years Keith has known him he has a barrier up. It is so foreign on his face that it’s startling, like walking up to your own front door and finding the locks changed, like laying your head on your pillow and finding it smelling like someone else, like waking up to find your fingerprints in a new pattern.

“I just told you three.”

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based on this poem by @mavigator

#i don’t know where this fits. flower crown au maybe #i just wanted to write keith with his words spilling out of him i guess #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #klance #angst #keith angst #langst #hurt no comfort #flower crown #? who knows #my writing #fic #longpost #brown eyed lance

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ilyluffy · 1 year

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𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 || 𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨 & 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after being drugged with an aphrodisiac one man isn’t enough to satisfy you. you need two

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tighnari x afab!reader x cyno

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: threesome, aphrodisiac, double penetration, service doms!tighnari & cyno, vaginal sex, anal, dumbification, crampie, implied multiple orgasms

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k+

𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔. although he’d always end up going out of his way to say hello to you when he came to see tighnari, cyno’s only intention was to ask the forest watcher about something concerning the akademiya. however the conversation quickly shifted to you.

“you came at the perfect time. i could really use your assistance” tighnari had told him. cyno had no problem with helping. this was especially true when tighnari explained that it was you who required care.

tighnari tried to explain the situation as best as he could as he led cyno to your bunk. “they were out on patrol when they accidentally came across a rare plant. it was an aphrodisiac. the side effects aren’t life threatening but…”.

“wait” cyno stops in his tracks right outside your room. “aphrodisiac? are you saying-“.

“cyno? is that you?” the sound of your voice cuts cyno off mid sentence. he looks at tighnari before cautiously walking into your room. tighnari is right on his tail as cyni approached your bed. you sit there, thighs rubbing together needily.

when cyno’s eyes meet yours everything tighnari said makes perfect sense. your pupils are blown with lust. you keep licking your lips as if you’re desperate for them to be kissed. it’s a pitiful sight but cyno would be lying if he said a part of him doesn’t get excited at the sight.

“i’ve tried satisfying them by myself but as you can see it wasn’t enough” tighnari continues after clearing his throat. suddenly cyno looks back at him in surprise. “don’t give me that look. i couldn’t allow them to suffer” tighnari retorts with a serious expression. “i know what it’s like to be and heat and at times it can be almost painful. so please take that into consideration”.

cyno does. he takes a moment to think before he sits down on your bed next to you. before he can get out a word you’re pounding on him. pushing cyno down onto your mattress, you beg as you look down at him. “p-please cyno. i need you. please”.

gulping, cyno finds himself giving in master than he’d like to admit. how could he ever deny you when you’re pleading for him like that. it was no secret that he was willing to do anything for you and besides, deep down there was a side of him that has always wanted you too.

exhaling, cyno reaches down and untucks himself from his bottoms. with his cock sitting against his stomach, he bluntly gives you permission. “you can use me as much as you need”.

you don’t waste a moment. you’re tossing your clothes off so quickly that cyno doesn’t have time to see where you’ve thrown each article. you’re straddling him mere seconds later. cyno hisses as you rub your bare pussy along his cock, letting you juices coat his length. you do this until he’s nice and covered with your natural lube. then you sink down on to him.

biting back a curse, cyno’s hands find a place on your hips as your cunt swallows his hard cock. by the time you manage to take all of him you’re so lost in each other that you seem to forget that tighnari’s still in the room. it only occurs to cyno that third person when tighnari positions himself behind you.

gently pushing your back until your chest to chest with cyno, tighnari finger teases your ass. “my hope is that stimulating both their holes will help ease their desires” tighnari proposes as loosens you up. meanwhile you’re mewling on top of cyno, making it harder and harder for him to control yourself.

you feel so tight. the more tighnari fingers your clenched hole, the more you squirm and clench around his dick. cyno’s nails dig into your as maintains his composure. “that theory just might work” cyno groans. “but i would perform it if you hurried. i don’t know if i can keep myself from moving anymore”.

“the general mahamatra is struggling to keep himself in check. that’s so unlike you” tighnari raises an eyebrow, a teasing hint to his tone. despite his subtle mocking, tighnari takes out his cock. you feel the tip that penetrated your pussy so many time slap against your asshole. there’s some anxiety as you wait for him to push in but the aphrodisiac inspires some excitement with you too.

when tighnari finally enters you a loud mix of what could be considered a sob and a moan echoes from your lips. it’s so overwhelming to have both of them stretch you open. you wouldn’t be surprised if they ripped you in half.

tighnari, thankfully, gives you time to adjust to the new sensation. cyno on the other hand can’t take it anymore. he starts thrusting up into you. his grunts and groans fill the room as your mouth falls open in pure bliss. you’re barely able to think a coherent thought before tighnari’s member begins to drag against the walls of your ass. it’s a miracle you don’t pass out from the euphoria of it all.

“it’s fascinating, isn’t it?” tighnari moans as his balls slap against your skin. “how they’re so tight and wet at the same time. let me tell you, their ass feels just as good”.

“i thought we were helping” cyno says through gritted teeth. the snaps of his hips are sharper than tighnari’s, rough and precise, although tighnari slides into you passionately to make sure you feel every inch of him. “are we really- shit- supposed to be enjoying this?”.

“i don’t see why we can’t do both” tighnari hums, leaning down to lick the back of your neck. it sends a shiver up your spine. “you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you? tell cyno to relax”.

“hmm he’s right” you slur, looking back at cyno with glossy eyes. you’re completely dumb and it’s apparent. cyno feels a bit of shame that this spurs him on even more. his pace quickens as he notices the drool slipping past your lips. “like being fucked by both of you. you should have fun too”.

something snaps in him at that moment. something about the way you look at him and moan every time his cock rams against your sweet spot, well it makes cyno lose it. whatever restraint he has left vanishes as he somehow manages to fuck you even harder. he shamelessly loses himself in you and it appears that cyno’s enthusiasm rubs off on tighnari because he picks up his speed as well.

“there we are. you should be getting close now. make sure to tell us clearly when you’re about to cum” tighnari orders, gently but sternly.

you do as you’re told, babbling out that you’re almost at your peak. it’s perfect timing for cyno because he’s getting close too. focusing all of his energy toward pounding his tip against your cervix, cyno throws his head back at the same time he feels you cream around his girth.

right as you leave a milky white ring around his base, cyno’s squirting his load deep inside of you. he isn’t typically one to curse but they fall from his lips anyway as you and cyno try to recover post orgasm.

meanwhile tighnari’s still at it. thankfully it doesn’t take too long. right as you finally catch your breath he whimpers, painting the inside of your ass white. you pout when both men pull out of you, making you feel uncomfortably empty.

“are you feeling better now?” cyno asks, wiping away the tears of pleasure the streamed down your cheeks.

“felt good but still need more” you whine, making tighnari sigh from exhaustion. how long were you going to keep this up? “promise i won’t ask for anymore” you insist. “𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖”.

#apollo writes ✎#cyno #tighnari #genshin impact #cyno x reader #cyno smut #tighnari x reader #tighnari smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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A wet dream just dangling

18+ Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader

Summary: As her best friend, he was always there to answer any question she had... he just never expected her to talk about how smoking weed makes her horny but not wet.

Warnings: brief mention of reader x gareth, insecure reader, mentions of fatphobia, teasing, love confessions, body worship, teasing, wet dreams mentioned, Eddie has a perv shoe box full of photos of her, taking sexy photos together, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, spit, titty fucking

Word count: 3.7K

She sat on Eddie’s bed beside him, he was playing a new song on his guitar and scribbling things down on some paper, a cigarette dangling between his lips while his right hand changed between holding a pencil and a pick. They got high together not too long ago, she was still feeling peak stupid, she could barely keep the words from tumbling out.

“You remember my date the other night?”

“Yeah,” he glances at her. “Anything juicy you wanna share?”

She nods, embarrassed but needing advice, “we had sex…”

“That bad?” He could hear it in her voice.

“It was my fault though,” she prefaces. “You know how you can get cotton mouth? Well, you can get it down there too…”

“I don’t follow?”

She sighs, he wasn’t going to get it unless she spelled it out for him. “I mean when I’m high I can’t get wet and we got high, as you do at lovers lake, and so it was like so uncomfortable I never finished and he felt bad and so I felt bad—

“Wait, really? That can happen?”

She nods, her body on fire with self-pity, it was so uncomfortable sharing this but she thought he might be able to help. “It’s the worst cause weed makes me so horny, I wanna fuck anything and everyone but when I’m with people I dry up, it’s like my vagina has performance anxiety?”

That makes him laugh, “well, maybe it’s not totally your fault, they could just not know what they’re doing… did he just kiss you a bit and move right to fucking you?” He asks, taking the last haul from his cigarette and putting it out on his ashtray.

She nods, pondering if she should tell him who it was or not… “it wasn’t good… and you know him too…”

“That’s even worse!” He’s like offended, “it was Gareth, wasn’t it? I’m gonna have to talk to him 'cause this is a 1-star review and I should have at least 3-star guys in my band…”

She can’t help but laugh, nodding cause he was right, “he’s still a good kisser though… I think he was just scared cause I’m fat—

“No you’re not,” he cuts her off, brows furrowed, disappointed in her. “Don’t say that, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, you have a wonderful body and it’s a fucking shame that no guy has worshiped you right? Seriously, I can’t believe Gareth got to fuck you before me and didn’t even do it right!”

“Why, what would you do?” She asks, followed by taking a sharp gulp, nervous and hornier than ever before at the same time.

“With big girls in general or with you specifically?” He starts to blush.

“Is there a difference?”

He can’t help but laugh, she had no idea how many different scenarios he’s come up with in his head about the two of them. “I’m pretty generous enough as it is… but knowing your little issue… mmm,” he can’t help but lick his lips as his eyes trail her body. “I wanna make you squirt.”

She gasps, “Y-you’ve specifically thought about having sex w-with me?” She’s still lost on that.

He nods, “since we’re being all honest and shit, you’re basically all I think of when I Jack off… you’re like perfect spank bank material for me, babe. Fuck, I’ve wanted to get my lips on you for years!!” He moves his guitar to the floor and frees up his lap… he’s hard in his jeans and she can’t help but stare, even as he’s motioning for her to move in closer.

She suddenly can’t breathe, the thought of him touching himself while thinking of her was too much. The fact that it was only her…… she could feel herself getting wet suddenly, moisture collecting in her panties as her thighs pressed together. It made sense, seeing as she thought of him when she got off at home, of course, he could get her wet without even touching her.

“To do what?” Is all she can ask.

He hops off his bed then, not scared to show her just what he means by spank bank. He gets down in his stomach and reaches under as far as he can, he pulls out a shoe box and hands it to her, “it’s gross, but it’s all you…”

He takes the lid off and the first thing she can see is the Polaroids they took together at the pool last year. She was in a full-piece bathing suit, lounging on a sun chair, it was a photo she hated when she first saw it. She felt chubby and insecure and yet Eddie had more of them, photos she’s never even known existed, showing off her boobs, her thighs, her tummy rolls… there was even more under the photos. He had a pair of her underwear that she lost years ago, a bracelet she made him, a scrunchie and some clips, even a train ticket from when they went to see the eagles last year… it was a memory box merged with his wank material, and yet it made her heart feel full.

“Why?” She holds the photos up, still stuck on the fact he liked her out of everyone in the world.

“I think you’re sexy, I mean, I had a crush on you when we met and I watched you get hotter over time…” he shrugs. “It’s why I take so many photos of you when you’re over here and just doing nothing… I just like to look at you and think about you touching me and loving on me— god, I crave your touch so much and you never want to cuddle or be close to me, not like when we were kids, and I miss you so much.”

“I’m here all the time?”

“But you’re over there,” he references to the space between them. “You always sit near the end of my bed or on the floor, you’re never sat close enough for me to make a move or feel you up… believe me, I have wanted to be with you for so long.”

“Eddie…” she sits on her knees and crawls over to him, “why didn’t you say anything?”

She sits right in his lap, cupping his face while his hands feel up her thick thighs and grope her ass as he pulls her in closer. “I didn’t know how…”

“You wanna know the truth?” She whispers, watching him nod ever so sweetly, he was enamoured by her. “I was afraid of being close to you 'cause I’m big… I feel ugly sometimes if I’m not freshly shaven or if I feel swollen that day and it’s always so hot in here and I’m sweaty and—and I wear pants to hide my legs and I can’t wear tank tops cause I feel huge in them and I don’t want you to—

“What? Judge you?” It breaks his heart. “No, no baby, I want you to be comfortable when you’re over here, I love you, all of you.”

They both still, he can’t believe he said it and she can’t believe this is real. “You love me?”

He nods, tears kinda welling in his eyes, and he clears his throat with embarrassment. “Yeah, I have since you sat beside me during middle school orientation.”

“That was almost a decade ago,” she whispers, disappointed that she had to wait so long. “I’ve been dating random losers and hating myself for years when I could’ve been happy with you…”

“This is a two-way street babe,” he teases her. “I never said anything because you got distant—

“I hit puberty,” she reminds him. “It’s not my fault you were a late bloomer. Do you know how hard it is to have all guy friends while your boobs are growing in and you have to bleed once a month? It’s weird and awkward and all you seemed to care about back then was playing pretend with the boys.”

“I do miss when we could run around in the woods like idiots,” he reminisces. “Remember the time you were a princess locked in a tower that was just the old play set over by the murder house and we slayed a dragon for you?”

She nods, “we had our first kiss that day, how could I forget?”

“It was your idea,” he reminds her, a proud smirk plastered to his face. “You said I deserved a token of your gratitude but you didn’t have a hankie, so you kissed me instead.”

“Gareth was pissed,” she teases him back. “He thought he deserved a kiss too…”

“We did save you together,” Eddie still backs Gareth up. “It was weird watching you kiss him right after me.”

“What can I say, I’m the people's princess,” she tosses her hair off her shoulder playfully. “At least I can say you’re the better lover…”

Still sitting in his lap, still feeling each other up, his hands are so warm on her back while his eyes flick down to her lips, “you wanna know a secret?”

She nods this time, nervous to hear what he has to say.

“I’ve had this reoccurring wet dream about you for years. It always starts off the same, you catch me jerking off to my photos of you and you sit on my face as my punishment… and the one thing you say is ‘you’re always pleasing yourself it’s time you pleased me’ and fuck, it makes me cum untouched thinking about being suffocated under your thighs and pussy…” he’s panting by the time he’s done talking, his chest heaving, his grip on her ass tighter than before. “Please? I don’t care if I fucking die under you, I want to be smothered by your delicious pussy, I wanna make it wetter than it’s ever been before— fuck I wanna make you squirt on me that’s how badly I want to please you.”

In a moment of confidence, she feels powerful and sexy for once in her life and it just slips out. “Well, it’s about fucking time you pleased me instead of yourself, you selfish little slut.”

He moans, his hips bucking under her, jolting with pleasure as his cock hardened even more. “Please?”

“You’d be the first one,” she whispers. “No one’s ever eaten me out before, I never thought anyone would…”

He lays back and claps, “your chariot, m’lady.”

She giggles, “I still have my clothes on, bud.”

“Chop, chop,” he teases as he sits up again and lifts her up as he transitions to his knees, he tosses her down so she’s laying on her back and begins unbuttoning her pants. “Oh this is a fucking dream come true, I swear I’m asleep right now…”

“I was thinking the same thing!” She teases as she rips her shirt off, laying there in just a bra and her soaking wet panties.

“sweet fuck,” he stills. “Can I take a picture of you, please?”

She nods, taking a deep breath to suck in her stomach and her anxieties, “sure…”

“Babe,” he tosses his head to the side, “no, don’t be nervous, I’m literally rock fucking hard for you.” He grips his cock through his jeans, showing her just how suffocated he was behind his zipper. “This is all because of you.”

“Fuck,” she mumbles, biting her lip, “you can do whatever the fuck you want to me, Eddie…”

He groans and tosses his head back, his hands balled into fists, he celebrates with a little shake of excitement. “Thank you, god, I knew if I was good enough you’d finally let this happen.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she teases him, feeling slightly more confident the more he played it up. “Where’s your camera?”

“Over there,” he sighs and gets off the bed. He puts the shoebox on the floor and kicks it back under his bed where it belongs, “you wanna undress me or should I just?”

“Can I?” She sits on the edge of the bed again with him standing between her legs. He nods, watching carefully as she unbuckles his belt and pushes it out of the way to unbutton his jeans. “you can take off your shirt…”

“Okay,” his arms cross as he grips the hem and pulls it over his head, shaking his hair out of his face once he’s free of the cotton confines of the shirt.

“Effortless,” she whispers.

“Hm?”

“You’re so fucking hot and you don’t even have to try,” she admits. “You have no idea, do you?”

“Says you,” he pushes her hair back behind her ear, gazing down at her. “You realize you’re like, better than the girl of my dreams, right?”

“No way!” She shakes her head in disbelief. “What? How?”

“Cause she’s not real, you are,” he whispers, leaning in finally and pressing his lips to hers, ever so gently. He breathes her in deep, savouring the kiss for as long as possible. He hasn’t kissed her in years and this kiss is evident of that.

Every feeling he’s had for her over the last—however many years it’s been, they’re all in this kiss. Every late night thought about her, every flirtatious joke, every longing stare, it was all leading up to this moment.

He goes to kiss her again and again, only making her smile as she realizes just how serious he is, “you love me…”

“I really do,” he kisses along her neck as he lays her back against the sheets. “Stay…” he orders, staring at her as he backs away and grabs his camera. He turns it on during his walk back to her, he makes sure it has enough film in it and holds the viewfinder up to his eye. “Say cheese.”

She covers her face with her hands, overly exposed in front of him and nervous beyond belief. “If we break up you’ve gotta promise to burn those…” she mumbles under her hands and peaks out slightly to see him frowning as he lowered the camera as the photo rolled out.

“Unless you dump me, I don’t see that ever happening.”

“Me either,” she can’t help but smile at him.

He puts the camera on his night table and pushes his jeans off, finally. She sits back up and reaches out for him, she palms his erection through his boxers, making him suck in a moan as he bit his lip, “fuck…”

“Do you wanna know what my wet dreams about you are like?” She whispers up to him, watching him nod. “I’ve always thought about giving you a handy… like cuddling together with you’re head in my tits while I jerk you off and you’re just this whiny little mess— fuck you’re so cute and sexy, Eddie, how do you do it?”

“Says you,” he cups her face in his hands as she takes his cock out of his boxers, resting the elastic band under his balls so she could fondle them as she stroked his cock.

“I want you to fuck my tits and cum all over me,” she admits, no longer shy.

“I can do that,” he can’t help the groan that leaves his throat, his eyes slightly rolling back into his head. He takes a deep breath and gets down on his knees, “but first, I need to taste you… please?”

“Uh-uh,” she sits back up, “what happened to me sitting on your face?”

“It’ll be easier to make you squirt like this…”

“I don’t wanna make a mess,” she whispers to him. “Shouldn’t we put towels down or something?”

He just laughs as he loops his arms around her thighs and hauls her to the edge of the bed, “I don’t think you’re high enough… or you were lying to see what I’d do?”

“No, it’s your own damn fault,” she teases right back. “I’ve been dying for you to fuck me for years, Munson. She knows what she wants—

“Oh, and I intend to give it to her,” he speaks through his teeth as he peels her underwear off and spreads her legs open again, “oh, baby… I always knew you’d have the cutest lil bush.”

It makes her feel more bashful than nervous, she believed him when he said she was cute, and she felt secure and happy with him. It was everything she ever wanted.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she teases, knowing damn well he would reach over to the camera once more and actually do it. The photo pops out the bottom, still white and adjusting to the room, she takes it in her hands and shakes it a bit before placing it on the bed. She takes the camera from him, “I’ll take the rest.”

“Seriously,” he brushes his hair back out of his eyes, he gathers the hair up and quickly puts it up with the hair tie on his wrist.

She takes a photo of him then, between her legs with his hair in a ponytail, adding the polaroid to the pile as it develops, “I want to remember this too, y’know.”

“Anything you’re not okay with?” He double checks, his arms tucked around her thighs again, he caresses her inner thigh with his cheek. “Only wanna please you, princess.”

“Mmm, go for it, baby,” she whispers. “Live out that wet dream for me, don’t hold back.”

He chuckles to himself, shaking his head with disbelief, “oh, I won’t…” his one hand snakes down her thigh, delicate fingers making acquaintance with her clit, he’s so careful with her.

She moans without a second thought, resting on her forearms so she can watch him. He loops down to gather her wetness and bring it up to her clit, rubbing it in with his forefingers with a smirk. He moves in slowly, making eye contact with her as his tongue flicks over her sensitive clit and his fingers tease her hole.

“Oh, fuck,” she tosses her head back and grinds down against his tongue.

He slips one finger in, going so deep before he bottoms out, his cold rings hit her hot skin making her hiss. From the shape of the cold metal and the length of his finger, she knows it’s the middle one, he’s so fucking deep inside of her, he curls the digit and gives her a little rub from the inside, matching the glorious suction on her clit, she was in fucking heaven.

He pulls out his finger just enough to add another, slowly and sensually fucking in and out of her as his tongue does something beyond words. She drops flat against the mattress, writhing in pleasure, she grips her tits and grinds down against him, “fuck, Eddie.”

He groans against her, trying to keep her legs apart with his free arm, she can’t help squirming along with her muscle spasms, her hips had a mind of their own right now. It was too fucking good to form a coherent thought, her body reacted on autopilot, he could fuck her like a rag doll right now and she’d just take it. This was just his mouth… this was just the start of things!! He was going to fuck her later and she already knew that it was going to change her life.

His fingers curl as he fucks her faster and harder, the sound of his hand slapping against her wet cunt filled the room alongside the disgusting slurping noises he made, enjoying every second of it. He grips her thigh tight, nails digging into the skin as he tries to keep her legs spread with just one hand, his other fucked into her at such a rate she was close to hyperventilating. She wrapped one leg over his shoulder, making him moan against her again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her aching clit straight to her core.

“I’m gonna cum,” she warns him when that all too familiar heat starts to spread through her stomach and up her chest, she grips the sheets tighter, searching for the camera again, she wants to capture this forever. His chocolate brown eyes stared up at her, his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and her leg draped over him, it was all too perfect. “Just like that, baby… oh, please? Please make me cum.”

She snaps the photo and tosses the camera back onto the bed so she can fuck his face as she cums, she was right there, she wanted to so bad, and then his rhythm changes. He rubs her from the inside in matching circular motions to her clit, it’s more than she’s ever felt before, she screams out a moan, tossing her head back again, gripping her chest as the orgasm rips through her body. She doesn’t see how much she came, effectively squirting on his face, down his neck, covering his chest and leaving droplets on his boxers.

“I knew you could do it,” he groans, using the wet hand he was just finger fucking her with to stroke his cock.

“No, hey,” she reaches out for him, “fuck my tits?”

“Fuck,” he stands up, pushing his boxers all the way off and using them to wipe down his face and neck.

She gets herself better positioned on the mattress before he crawls over her, resting gently on her stomach he grips his cock in his hands and taps her boobs with it, making her laugh, “are you just going to play with them?”

He shakes his head, gathering some spit in his mouth before letting it drip down onto his cock before she pushes her boobs together and locks him in place between them. He carefully thrusts forward, mouth agape and eyes in the back of his head as he moans. His movements are more needy than skilled, he can barely keep himself up straight he’s so drunk on her touch.

“Cum, baby,” she whispers, seductively, “cover me, mark me as yours, come on, sweetheart, you can do it…”

“Ah, fuck,” he still, his cock pulsing between her tits as rope after rope of his cum landed on her chest, neck and even her chin, “st-stay, stay there,” he instructs her, reaching for the camera in his post-orgasm haze, he needs just one more photo of this, in case it never happened again.

“Smile, beautiful.”

And she does, she smiles with the true belief that she is beautiful, he does in fact love her and she was worthy of every single ounce of it.

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Hii!! I saw the first time/losing virginity with the founders and was wondering if you would like to do some of the other Naruto characters!! I had wanted to ask since i think request are open?? Anyways thank you and i love your writing so so much!! (This is a plea for anything Rock lee)

First Time - Virginity Loss || Rock Lee x reader

A/n : Hello dear, this is a very good idea to do this prompt with other characters of Naruto but genuinely this takes so much time to write as there is a lot of possibility for a character. Things can go in every ways

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, first time, grinding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1964

Again a character that I bet is a virgin. I mean look at him, he is always so dedicated to his training, when could he even have found the time to ?

In addition, I don’t think he has ever watched porn nor delved into this subject to know the erogenous parts of a woman's body. Even making children would have stayed a mystery for him if it wasn’t on the school science curriculum

You weren’t really the one to actually go to him and ask him to jump your bones, because he himself wasn’t the one to do something like this - did he even know he could ask ? - so you thought it was just as fine if it were to happen naturally by itself

And seeing how everything went so slowly today was certainly not the day you were expecting such a thing to happen

Yes you guys had a good experience in kissing matters. It seemed that it was the only form of language he had ever known when he was with you. For a hello, a good morning, a goodnight, a bless you, a you’re the best… and so on so for

Making out wasn’t something that happened a lot but as surprising as it was he seemed to know what he was doing during those heated moments

You were chilling in the living room, a book in your hand and a cup of warm tea / hot cocoa that was your best friend with how cold the weather was. A little before you decided you had enough of reading you heard the front door opening, announcing the return of your amazing and flamboyant boyfriend. Little did you know that those were only the premise of something you were eagerly expecting

His arrival was very quiet compared to what it usually is. He didn’t zoom to kiss you hello, nor did he brag on and on about the training he did nor how Might Guy was amazing. You decided not to point it out and wait for him to come up to you

After a moment he entered the living room, a not flashy at all good afternoon escaped his lips as he plumped on the couch, right next to you. Not bothering staying upright and slowly sliding on his side. It was really a pitiful scene to witness

“Love ?” you tried softly, your hand coming to rest and then rubbing in his arm “Did everything work all right ?”

For only answer he turned his head to face you and you literally saw waterfalls coming through his eyes. You knew he was quite the sensitive and passionate one so you didn’t freak out but still you were worried

It didn’t take you long to make him talk about what had happened that day. And it was quite the story, Might Guy had earlier this morning dared Kakashi to run across a frozen pond. During the race Kakashi was a bit ahead of Guy and the latter threw a kunai in the ice to disturb his opponent’s stride. But the karma struck at him and what was solid under his feet quickly started to crack. Kakashi managed to make it to the land and Guy, well he took a cold bath. He caught a cold and didn’t come this afternoon to Rock Lee’s training. It wasn’t really a problem per se, as your boyfriend trained as - and maybe more - hard and diligently as if his senseï would have been there. But still he felt like he didn’t do enough

“Please let me do everything today” he pleaded “All the shores, everything. And I’ll do even better than I’ve ever done”

You knew you couldn't even start to argue back because he wouldn’t have relented

Inching towards you he stated “I’ll start with our reunion kiss. I’m going to give you the most passionate one anyone, even me has ever given you” and with that his lips crashed - softly at first - onto yours

But then it got out of hand, and you didn’t really catch that kissing even more passionately would ineluctably lead to this. As you made out, you both felt your bodies started to tingle in places you didn’t know could feel like this

Still focused on kissing you like never before, Rock Lee kinda didn’t react to you being - by him - pulled on his lap, on his now quite straining bulge. It’s only when he felt like the kiss would be even better if he pulled you closer by the hips, when he felt you core grind on his erection, that he realized that he was painfully hard

A groan escaped his mouth, passing directly to your, his hand gripping your hips tighter and for just a second he froze, as if wondering if he could continue to kiss you, as if wanting to let you tell him if what he was doing was acceptable and respectable

You showed no signs of reluctance, quite the opposite in fact, you went back to kissing him hungrily but this time you were the one initiating the movement. You move your hips back and forth, grinding efficiently on his length, eliciting even more groans and somehow whimpers from him

After a moment of tantalizing friction you pulled back and you almost gasped when you saw the look his eyes were shooting you : he looked so fucking turn on

His hands held you hips still for a movement - as if he knew that he wasn’t strong enough to resist the power you had over him - his voice was hoarse as he whispered, making it even more intimate “And what if with this too I could show you that I can give my everything to make it the best experience for you”

“Please Lee” you moaned and his gaze turned even hungrier - you really made him snap

He didn’t lose any more time as he brought you to the bedroom. He carefully set you on the bed before turning to the drawer from where he took a condom. Why did you guys have those ? Well Naruto told him it was one of the strongest weapon against the pregnancy threat ( lmao I want children so much so don’t take the joke seriously )

His dark hair was already sticking to his forehead as his hands fumbled with the package, he was feeling so hot right now. And he seriously thought he was going to explode when he turned back to you and saw you naked before him, his face was so red, it could compete with the Uchiha’s Sharingan

It pumped even more pressure in his veins as he was now fumbling with his green suit ( how the heck is that green thing called ? ) His already hot and sweaty body stuck to the slim fabric as he tried to get it off of his sculpted body

After a long struggle, his length sprang free, standing proud and tall as he finally wrapped the protection on his throbbing member. He was now crawling between your legs, his mouth came back to yours and this time you could clearly feel his length poking and nudging against your thigh

He asked 2874624625 times before he was sure you were consenting. Once this done he carefully lined the tip of his needy member up with your entrance. His eyes bore into yours as he slowly pushed forward, making his way inside your tight warmth “Oh… this is mmh wet”

Moans and grunts cascaded from his lips as he concentrated himself not to act on the urge of simply slamming his hips into yours. With a little, delightful extra time he was finally fully sheathed inside you. He held still, far from wanting to cause any pain inadvertently

“Lee you can move now” you said softly holding back on your own sounds. But to your surprise he stayed still, as if he didn’t hear you “Lee ?” you asked again, but it seemed that feeling your velvety walls pulsing around him was the most distracting thing ever

“Huh what ?” he snapped back “Yeah yeah sorry I’ll just… ah” his body arched as he gave a subtle experiential thrust

He keeps a slow rhythm to make sure you’re doing fine, but as soon as he felt you were getting used to his size, he sped his pace. The room filled with the soft noises of his balls slapping against you, a soft thud in the darkness of the room

His want of making it the best experience ever for you became an overwhelming desire, one that pushed him to go faster and faster. He didn’t know how long he could hold back, he doesn’t know either where he can hold you to keep you in place without hurting you as he pounds into you

He may not be in complete control, he knows, no, he can feel you’re getting close - in the case he knows what an orgasm is. If not he is just going to hold back the pressure he feels in his stomach as much as he can. When you’re going to come you’ll tighten to viciously around him that he wouldn’t have any other option than to cum himself and fill the condom

As well as for making out he is surprisingly a good shot for some reason - you’re already planning on asking him if he has any experience - and he has luck too because his thrusts are getting so rough as he overs above that it allows him to graze your clit with his pubic bone

You’re gripping his arms so tightly you know there will be rest marks tomorrow. Suddenly as you feel your climax washing over you, you wrap your arms around his neck and swiftly pull him down for another heated kiss, making him gasp

As expected not long after he falls over the edge, his body spasms above yours, before his arms give out ( I tend to think that even for those ninjas sex is still somehow very draining ) he also moaned very loudly, making you very happy and grateful to not live in a terraced house

His arms snacked around you after he had pulled out and took off the condom, then he snuggled up against your warm body. His head nestled against your neck, his lips peppered your skin with soft kisses

At this point he doesn’t know anymore what he is doing, he is on autopilot as he nuzzles against you. He shivers and you pull the blanket over his naked body

And when you ask him if he is doing okay he goes “Huh ?”

“I said, are you happy with your performance ?” you teased

“I-I love you Y/n” he whispered, his fingers drawing patterns on your bare skin

For now you guys stay in each other’s arms and enjoy the afternoon, maybe take a nap or something, but either way you’re staying together

You chuckled at the effects the afterglow was having on him "I love you too"

That’s fine you’re going to wait to know if he was happy with your first time having sex. But he would only be satisfied if you were

From this day, love making became something casual that your boyfriend would always ask you about in the intimacy of your home, just to make sure you’re not missing anything - well with time he learns to be a little bit more implicit about it

He also somehow gets more protective of you, as if he kinda understood in a more complex way what it meant to date someone

There was only one thing he'd finally got wrong that day, and hopefully, this first time wasn’t going to the best experience for you, because with him many others would come, and each one better than the last

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