#PLEASEEEE I'M ON MY HANDS N KNEES

[starheirxero]

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[hoshigray]

Hi Hoshi 🤎 so I just recently read your threesome Toji/Sukuna fic (hot af btw), I love those two bastards so much 😩 Can I please request facefucking with them pleaseeee, like you’re on your knees sucking both of their cocks 😩😩 I love fics about them but I literally never saw the description of double dick sucking, and I think that would be so hot, right? Especially when they are mean 🤭 Please help a girl out 🙏🏻🙏🏻

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: man, I'm so happy I finally have the free time to write this out, lmao.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji + Sukuna x gn! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - handjobs - blowjobs - face + throat-fucking - degradation (bitch, broad, cumslut, slut, whore) - dick slaps - double dick-sucking - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, pet, vermin, sweetie) - heavy depictions of a blowjob (shit finna get nasty) - facials - mention of spit/saliva and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.8k

“Yeah, just like that, slut. Suckin’ on me like a real broad…Hmmfuck.”

“Shit, that tongue of y’rs, Y/n. Actin’ like my cock’s goin’ somewhere…”

Have you ever sucked two dicks simultaneously?

Well, it is quite a time; you should know...

You stood on your knees with hands busy, stroking two men who stood before you. Each palm grasps and strokes a cock within the proximity, the tips exerting precum oozing down to your pretty fingers as your fingertips sense the veins and rough skin. 

You bring the dick in your right to your lips, licking on the tip and adding more of your saliva to it. With hollow cheeks, you suck the cockhead inside your mouth, purring as you’re taking in every inch into your oral cavity and throat.

A hand finds its way onto your cheeks, squeezing them as you lick the underside while your left hand keeps jerking. Toji chuckles, “Ya look so good, princess,” he slaps the tip onto your lips, a gesture to put him back into your warm mouth. “Mmmm, you know how much I like you bein’ dirty fr’ me. Show me how slutty you can really be.”

Your eyes peer at his face and follow his indirect command. Your left hand gets firmer with every stroke, lathering the tip with your spit as your tongue flicks on his frenulum. Onyx eyebrows pull towards each other as Toji’s grin gets broader. “Heh, yeah, just like that, baby; make it real wet and sloppy.” 

You hum as you get to work, focusing your lips on just the tip as your hand increases in pace. Your fingers slid up and down on his shaft while slurping on his tip. Drool pools with every push and pull, mixing with the bits of cum coming from his urethra. “Goddamn, doll…” you hear him mutter above you, noting the cue to persist in your actions. Plus, judging by how the limb occupying your palm is pulsing, the older man is not too far from release.

However—“Don’t forget about me, vermin.”

Your face is yanked off of Toji’s length, and your cheek is instantly met with the member on your right. The angry tip poking your skin, painting it with precum. Sukuna snickers wickedly, pushing his cockhead to your lips without your cooperation. “Attend to me, pet; you know I’m not one to wait.”

He doesn’t delay for you, forcing the tip inside your mouth for your tongue to greet. And he doesn’t allow you to accommodate his girth, already busying your throat with the length burrowing inside. His firm grip on your head prompts you to and fro, and the harsh ruts to your face become hard to predict.

Tears leave the reservoir of your eyes, striking down whenever Sukuna’s pelvis smacks onto your lips. Muffled cries appease the tattooed individual, throwing his head back at your chin and hitting his balls with every pump. You suck on him hard while Toji groans to your left, your hands on his scrotum knead and massage as he fists his own dick as you please the other. 

Sukuna’ll pull you to the frenulum, then rush you to the base of his pubes. Balls slapping to your chin with drool sticking onto you, your nose crashing to his body thanks to the rough rhythm, and your eyes lock into his four devilish crimson ones — that’s how he likes it. “Look at you, whore. So fucking filthy just for some dick, huh?” A rhetoric answered only by your eyes rolling to the top of your head as he shoves his entire bulge. “Nasty bitch.”

“Fffuuck,” The dark-haired man croaks, his hand on his shaft picking up in speed. “So close...”

The pink-haired one agrees. “Hmmph, me too, shit…Hey, dollface, finish us good and well, ya hear?” 

Again, no words are spoken, only actions. You swiftly remove Sukuna from your throat and bring this session to a close. Your hands bring both cocks to your mouth, elated to accept both the tips of their dicks into your mouth with a euphoric mewl.

Both men hiss at their sensitive parts being swallowed in simultaneously, tending them with teasing licks and sucking them with puckered lips. Your tongue serves as a weapon, swirling around them, which results in the men groaning deliciously. 

To chase their orgasms down, you suck roughly on both cocks, bobbing your head while your hands please them in whichever way you can. Erratic strokes on Toji’s member have him almost choking, and Sukuna’s hips buck involuntarily when you grip his balls unbeknownst to him. And finally, they unanimously spill their semen into your mouth, your shriek covered by their loads filling inside. You swallow as much as possible, even if the job is as messy and ungraceful as you’d want it to be. Fluids and saliva drip to your chin and meet the cold floor. 

Your head stays bobbing in a steady cadence, humming blissfully as you gulp down their essence. But to showcase, you remove yourself and open your mouth, having the two watch you accept their seed shooting out and disheveled face.

Toji scoffs at the display. “A dirty, pretty thing, aren’t ya, Y/n?”

And Sukuna tilts his head with a smirk. “Expect nothing much from a cumslut like you.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

[luveline]

IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES PLEASEEEE 🔥🔥🔥 NOTICE MEEEE

Really quiet and shy reader who’s new to the team and Spencer JUST got out of prison like a month ago and he comes back and sees the cutest girl he’s ever seen so young and new to the team and can’t help but tease her

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

Unit Chief Emily Prentiss scares the fuck out of you, but you're still not as intimidated by her as you are by Dr. Reid. 

Dr. Reid, and not Special Supervisory Agent Reid —there's a big difference— shouldn't be a scary guy. He doesn't have any tattoos or piercings, his haircut is tame, and you watch him pour enough sugar into his coffee to weaken the enamel of your teeth just looking at it. But while all or this is true, Dr. Reid just came back from a weeks long stint in one of the most tense prisons in the world. Emily assured you in her way that everything bad you may have heard about Dr. Reid would be false, and that anything positive is true. 

He looks different to how you'd pictured him. Emily's promise aside, Garcia painted him as some sweater-wearing Teddy bear of a boy who likes chess and Doctor Who. 

This is a man. Full grown, full suit, dark-eyes. You're not sure what to feel as he spots you. When Anderson gave you the desk across from Spencer's you'd thought you were lucky, getting treated as part of the team from the very beginning, but now you're not so sure. 

“Hey,” he says, eyes on you as he puts down his coffee atop a stack of medical journals. His things were left untouched while he was gone, even though he was technically separated from the bureau. He's well respected. “I've been excited to meet you. I'm Spencer.” 

“Dr. Reid,” you say immediately, standing up from your chair to meet him besides your desks. 

“Spencer,” he says again. “I don't shake.” 

“Oh, no, of course not,” you say, hiding your hands behind your back. “I know you were here long before me, but I can safely say how nice it is to have you back.” You smile. “They were all so worried about you.” 

“You kept them in line while I was gone?” 

“No, I was useless. I've never felt this stupid in my life.” 

“That's just how it feels for the first year.” He isn't smiling, isn't frowning, a hint of amusement in his eyes and hands steady as he tucks them into his pants pockets. “It's not the others, is it?” 

“No, there's just a lot to learn.” 

“It shouldn't be hard for you, though, right?” He gestures to you like this means something. 

“I don't…” 

“You're what, twenty four?” Spencer picks up his mug and takes a drink. “If you're smart enough to be here now, you'll be fine.” 

“You think so?” 

“Don't tell me you're scared, Y/N.” His lashes flare ever so slightly in feigned surprise. After a second of your obvious flustering, he laughs. “No, you don't scare easily. I can tell.” 

Absolutely nothing like you told me he'd be, Penelope. I thought we were friends. 

“So what was your last case like? The Bentley driver?” he asks, nodding toward your desk. “How's your peer reviews going? They used to drive me insane.” 

You startle and rush to sit in your desk chair, opening the case file from the last case to gather his approval. He flicks through pages, almost non-committal, though he gives a hum of approval when he reads your UnSub summary, and when he sees a comment you'd made that you'd believed to be particularly astute, he laughs. “Yeah,” he says, “you'll be fine.” The smell of him floats your way, cologne or aftershave that makes you feel dizzy. He looks down at you. “Something wrong?” 

“Nothing, uh–” You bite your tongue rather than answer and trip over another useless sentence. 

He touches the top of your shoulder lightly. “It will get easier,” he promises. 

He means work, of course, but for a split second you wonder if he means being near him. If he's like this often, you doubt that that's true. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Bracken Bunny P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Davos Blackwood Couple - Davos X Reader Reader - (OC) Lady Y/n Bracken Rating - 18 + nudity / non con / eating out / orgasm / forced orgasm Word Count - 1178

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I did my best to find a way to escape but found myself unable to even get out of the chains. But still, I tried no matter how much I failed, and after a good while the door opened and Davos returned. Immediately I tried to weasel my way out of the chains but he just smirked and came over grabbing my hip hard and digging his nails into my tender flesh,

"Miss me my little bracken bunny," he asked with a coy smile,

"No." I spat,

"Awww come now, I know you did," he smirked "I sent the raven, with a nice long list of... prices," he smirked,

"Prices?"

"For bits of you. I'm sure we'll go back and forth a few times to find out how much they are willing to pay, and just which bits they value most." He smirked, "I have a feeling..." He whispered, "You're cunt is going to be a hot bit of debate," He growled biting my ear lobe and slapping my ass,

"You're a bastard!" "You wish I was," he chuckled, "No, true born. And Heir to Raventree Hall... So, that makes me your lord."

"It makes you a fuck-" I began but he clamped a hand over my mouth,

"Quiet now," he demanded, he unlocked my chains and grabbed me by the neck forcing me down onto the bed on my back, meeting his smirking face, "...You know little bracken bunny, I've been sucking on my fingers since I left you," he growled taking my hands and pinning them to the sheets restaining them above my head with the chains, "you just taste so good. I think... I'm getting hungry," he purred taking my ankles in his hands and forcing my legs open as far as they could go so much it was painful, I squealed but he had no care for me, my pain or my dignity... or what little remained of it. "and I want to feast." He demanded licking his lips,

"Don't. You. Dare." I grit my teeth,

"I love how you still think you have a choice," He laughed down at me,

Davos wasted no time thereafter forcing my ankles over his shoulders, I tried to scream, squeal and squirm but that only amused him and made his sick smile grow, he dug his nails hard into my thighs flesh keeping them as wide as physically possible.

He first pressed tender kisses to my lower stomach and my mound, kissing slowly and delicately, he made a point to lick slowly over both lips before moving to kiss down my thighs nibbling on the skin as with each kiss he got more intense and violent, he reached my knee so swapped to the other leg and began the kisses down closer and closer to me with each harsh and erratic so much so when he reached my lips once more he bit my thigh hard enough to make me scream out, but still the offered me no mercy.

He rubbed his nose between my folds before he flicked out his tongue between them moving his flat tongue in a long and purposeful stroke from clit to core which caused him to salivate,

I whined and squirmed trying to escape his grip but he held me far too tight,

"Such a squirmy little bunny," he chuckled, "Why? You know what I'm going to do to you, you know I'll make you feel good."

"Let me go!" I screamed,

"Ohh I'll let you go, when your family pays for you. And not until." He growled swirling the taste around his tongue as he used his thumbs on my lips to force them as far as they'd go,

I felt so exposed, so utterly at his mercy, all I could do was scream and try to fight against his grip and try desperately not to let my body react the way it wanted to as he mercilessly began to lap at my clit, I screamed and begged for mercy but I was ignored,

"Davos Please!"

"Ah ah ah." He growled, "Properly my little bracken bunny."

"Lord Blackwood Please! Have mercy!" I begged,

He chuckled sealing his lips around my clit and sucking hard often swirling his tounge in circles as he works,

I screamed and whined, writhing against the restraints unable to control my body,

"Awww look at this, so wet." He growled, "Glistening," he growled licking my wetness from my folds, "A positively dripping cunt my little bracken bunny," He teased

"Fuck-" I gasped, "My - My lord-"

"Awww you're adorable," he growled as he slipped his tongue down and inside me,

"AHhhhhhh!" I screamed,

He smirked and fucked me with his tongue fast and hard with rapid thrusts,

"Please! Please no more Davos!"

"Humm alright, but I still wanna watch you cum," he growled returning to kissing and licking my clit with fluttering licks and gentle sucks,

I was already beyond overstimulation from earlier but he wouldn't take no for an answer, "Moan my name. When you cum..." He whispered against my core,

"...yes my lord,"

"No... My name." he growlers as he makes eye contact,

I nodded already feeling my orgasm building once more, the throbbing too hard to ignore as he worked on my swollen clit, his hand coming from my thigh to push his fingers knuckle deep inside me only making me scream even louder, throwing my head back, tears slipping from my eyes, and my body squirming trying to release this pleasure somehow as the pleasure builds, My fingers grip desperately to the sheets of the bed, my screams and moans somehow becoming the same, my hips buck up towards his lips which only makes him smirk more and nibble against my skin as he sucks,

he savoured my reactions and only moved his fingers at a faster pace making sure to keep his sucks and his thrusts at the same pace,

I felt my body tremble and quiver unable to hold back my body from squirting as I balanced on the very edge of thrill, until it suddenly hit, one thrust of his fingers timed with a suck on my clit and that was it my whole body flooded with pleasure, I squirted and squeezed around his fingers, my whole body trembling and shaking as the shockwaves rush though my vision slightly blurring,

"DAVOS!" I screamed,

His eyes met mine as he gradually slowed to let me ride it out, my body convulsing and jumping with the aftershocks but he made sure to milk every last second for me until my body went limp and I gasped desperately, "Perfect my little bracken bunny," he smiled licking his chin where my squirt dripped down his face, "...Too perfect," He growled,

I gasped a little confused barely any energy left as I looked at him,

He smirked and kneeled on the bed with his head high as he unlaced his britches and pulled out his long stiff cock already quivering and dripping with precum. "Look what you've done to me little bunny," He gasped, "You were far too perfect for me... now your lord needs attending too," He growled, "So... Come here little bunny." 

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[cupidzgf]

CHRISTMAS MORNING | SATORU GOJO

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ summary: satoru wakes you up on christmas morning to open presents. its 7 am and you want to sleep.

cw: mentions of sexual activity, non sorcerer au, rich!gojo, no pronouns, no smut, fluff, all of it is fluff. w/c: 1.8k a/n: my first post in a long time. ahh kinda nervous I hope you like it! merry christmas eve!

christmas was an occasion that satoru always went above and beyond to make special.

whether it was for his sake or yours, he made sure there was no way to get out of decorating his place, baking cookies, or matching christmas pajamas. not that you mind. you savored the time away from work to bask in each other's presence uninterrupted and entirely devoted to the holiday, but what perhaps made it even more so was the slow wake of your lover beside you.

his hands, warm from where they were pressed against your midsection during slumber, trace the curve of your spine. his fingers dip between the knobs of your vertebrae gently as if trying to rouse you as well. it works because your mind slips from your unconscious state into consciousness with the kisses he presses at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. sensing the shift in your stirring frame, his kisses grow in numbers as they rise up the column of your throat, lips brushing and pressing with varying pressure on previous faded marks.

you lay on your side, facing away from him, and satoru practically climbs on top of you just as your eyes flutter open to get your attention to fall solely on him.

in the blink of an eye, you're met with an infinite void of vivid, azure irises peering at you with an expression you can only describe as childlike.

"it's christmas." a dimpled grin beams from his too-wide smile, devouring your lips in one fell swoop before you can protest. satoru vibrates with excitement, and he pours every ounce into the kiss, holding your face with a giddy glee. "merry christmas."

a sleepy grin of your own curls at your lips as you try to regain your breath from the overwhelmingly passionate kiss you just received before speaking softly in an admiration-filled voice. "merry christmas, toru."

you lay there, admiring your boyfriend, as he practically jumps off the bed and pulls your arm. "c'mon, we have to open presents! pleaseeee," he whines impatiently, tugging at your hand like a small child. you groan, still exhausted from the long night at suguru's house, and attempt to roll over.

suguru's christmas eve party the night before had left both of you exhausted, though the way satoru acts, you would never have guessed. your friend was never one to skimp out on these rare get-togethers with your friend group, formed from years enrolled at the same college. the holiday atmosphere and the rich decor lulled you into christmas cheer, which always made for great nights of booze, food, and rekindling. dripping in wealth satoru insists on buying for you, the two of you made it back in the early hours of the morning, drunk and worn out from socializing.

this, however, did not stop satoru from fucking you into the bed like he had been deprived of your touch (he had clung to you the entire night), where you both passed out after a single round.

now you're paying the price for the long night as his eyes widen comically when you avoid him. he rushes to stop you by throwing himself over you and, despite your protesting, makes you face him.

"nah, uh, where do you think you're going? it's christmas! we have presents from santa–"

"--he's not real, baby. let me sleep a couple more minutes." you chime back, and his expression drops with a huff.

"you don't know that! and we only will when we look under the tree," he states jokingly, refocusing his abundance of energy on getting you up.

you scoff, raising an incredulous eyebrow. "yeah, like you would be on the nice list."

satoru gasps, loud and dramatic, falling to his knees in front of your bed with a cry.

"how could you say such a thing? i'm the kindest, nicest person you know!" he exclaims, a hand hovering over his heart to further the theatrics, and you can't help but roll your eyes at his exaggeration.

"you weren't very nice last night."

his eyes shift, darkening by a shadow passing over his irises as they gain a mischievous gleam. satoru leans over you despite kneeling on the floor. "oh yeah? well, you didn't seem to mind when i fucked your pretty pussy so hard she was crying and screaming my name–"

"ok, time to get up!" you interrupt, mortified by the vivid personification he used to describe last night, your cheeks set aflame by his teasing. you hide from his cocky chuckle and self-satisfied smirk, embarrassment churning in your gut as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"that's what i thought, sweetheart." cocky bastard.

you rummage the floor for a shirt, the blanket covering your lower half as you throw his santa hat off the first one you can find, which coincidentally is his.

satoru whines sadly when his shirt covers your bare breasts, a frown pulling his lips down as your once naked body, decorated in hickeys, is covered. "what's the point of my hard work if you're just going to cover it?" he gestures to the bruises, pouting with the familiar solum look he uses when he wants something.

"i'm not going out there naked, toru." slipping on slippers, you stand, craning your neck to look him in the eye. your exasperation does not go unnoticed by the white-haired male.

"there's no reason you can't," he suggests, tugging you in front of him and letting his hands settle on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "it could be like a christmas present…to me!"

you raise an eyebrow. "i thought you wanted to open gifts?"

his face brightens as he remembers his original goal, his one-track mind making his hand tug you to the door without a second thought and newfound eagerness.

your living room is the same as you left it last night, with your cocktail dress strewn across the back of the sofa and satoru's shoes scattered across the hardwood, but what's different is the snow swirling in slow flakes outside the massive windows. it lands on the window sill, and the rest slowly descends to the world outside satoru gojo's penthouse. the bleak grey does nothing to discourage the sight of the luminescent christmas tree taking up your living room and glittering with a rainbow of lights against the grey sky in the ray of morning light.

a christmas morning crafted from a hallmark movie.

an array of presents ranging in various sizes and shapes overflows from under the tree you decorated weeks ago, and before you know it, you throw yourself into your lover's arms. a teasing remark sits at the tip of his tongue, maybe to poke fun at your elation, but he hesitates, fingers twitching at his side. in a moment so delicate it could be shattered like glass, he frames every second of the scene into memory, holding the warm and achy feeling in his chest close.

arms circle your body pressed tightly into satoru's, butterflies erupting from your stomach when you glance upwards and find him already staring.

"thank you," you muster every ounce of sincerity into your voice, swallowing the lump forming in your throat when he returns your gentle smile with his own.

"don't thank me yet. you haven't even seen what i got you!" effortlessly, he turns your attention away from the raw and achy emotions being pulled to the surface and onto you, where your eyes sparkle with eagerness.

the both of you find a seat on the floor and begin the seemingly endless presents and discarded wrapping paper; the laughter and joy that can only come from christmas morning echo off the walls you call home. and when the gifts are opened, and the faint tune of falling snow is all that's left, you are sure it can't get any better.

even as satoru nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his lips parting to whisper the words on your skin that have never been uttered in a moment of complete clarity. "i love you."

it somehow becomes perfect.

bonus:

staring at your mountain of gifts, ranging from designer to everything under the sun you mentioned wanting during the year, piles around you, and the thrill of being spoiled by your filthy rich boyfriend quickly wears off into guilt.

was his presents thoughtful? yes. overwhelming? also yes. especially since neither the price nor the quantity of gifts you'd given him come close to what you have. so the shame of being spoiled and unable to provide the same, in turn, quiets you into an insecure ball of nerves.

"do you like it?" your heavy gaze lifts to find him, and he squirms where he sits, uncharacteristically nervous. he waits for your reaction with uncertain eyes, wringing his hands together to calm his apprehension. "i tried to get everything you wanted, but i know how you feel when i overdo things…"

"satoru," you breathe, looking over the gifts once more. the following words come in a gentle coo he's come to recognize are used to let him down easily. "i do love everything, but it is a lot. you didn't have to spend so much."

frowning, your gaze flickers to him, and his eyes dip, avoiding yours. "ah, okay. i didn't mean to upset you," he murmurs in a quiet, saddened voice, and you quickly shake your head, realizing he took it the wrong way. shuffling on your knees to where he sits, you fall into his chest. solid and well-defined arms circle your body without a word, and you hear the distinct sound of his breath hitching at the contact.

"never. you're too good to me and treat me so well, baby, but you don't have to spend all your money on me."

"trust me, i didn't," he teases, attempting to regain the lighthearted atmosphere, before adding in a more hopeful tone, "but i'm glad you like your gifts."

"oh yes, the lingerie set was especially thoughtful," you joke, and he cracks a smile at that. only your expression falls a moment later when you clear your throat. "i just hope what i got is okay. i know you've been asking for a new watch and those glasses, but it's hard to find gifts for someone who has everything. i'm sorry i didn't get you more."

the sad murmur and downcast expression made satoru's heart crack, remorse twisting his stomach into knots. "no, no, no baby, i love what you got me. i couldn't be happier with all of your thoughtful gifts." he kisses the top of your head, resting his head on yours for a quiet moment of admittance that makes you fall in love with him all over again. "but everything i want is right here with you, sweet thing."

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor

Part one

Part two

Don't be a stranger

Those 4 words rattled in your brain as the days and weeks passed. You kept busy (and subtly avoided toji) by finishing up moving in and picking up a job at the local bookstore. The hours weren’t great but it kept you away from your house and your neighbor. Yes, you felt kinda shitty. He was only trying to be nice. But the look on his face as he purred, “Don’t be a stranger” with a smirk on his face made you ten times more intimidated by him. I can NOT get involved with him…wait he probably didn’t even mean it like that… I’m looking too much into it…still…no not I can’t do it. I don’t know him and he has a child I’m sure he’s not even interested. These thoughts consumed you. 

As much as you tried to avoid confrontation with toji, it was practically impossible seeing as your houses were so near. Luckily, the interactions were in passing, a quick wave. A smile from you…a smug grin from toji. It seems Mewsy wasn’t one to avoid them, you would catch her strolling across the yard between your houses when Megumi and Toji would arrive home in the evenings. Megumi would light up and giggle as she'd once again perform her act of rolling around. 

Although you avoid one one-on-one confrontation with Toji, you don't avoid…looking at him… especially when he is outside with the garage door open, music blaring as he does pull-ups in his make-shift gym. Sweat streams down his rippled abs that contract with each heavy breath. It makes your mouth go dry. God, what it would be like to lick up those chiseled muscles, to cling on to those broad shoulders as he'd thrust— stop no bad bad bad, you scold yourself every time you started fantasizing, shaking your head as if it was an etch-a-sketch and could erase the images. 

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, the time would come that you would have to speak to him…and this evening seemed to be just that day. As you sit on your porch reading your book, Mewsy on your lap, you hear that sensuous voice that makes your knees quake. 

“Hey, neighbor.” toji stands at the bottom of your front porch steps. Megumi toddling up the stairs, excitedly, “Y/N!,” he climbs onto the wicker lover seat with you, Mewsy perking up and stretching. 

“Megs,” toji sighs, shaking his head. “You have to wait to be invited onto a girl's porch, son.”

“It's fine,” you say, patting megumi's leg as he settles beside you like. 

“How’ve you been,” toji asks, shoving his hands in his pocket. “Not seen ya much. You avoiding me?”

Shit! Was I that obvious?

“Oh…n–no just been trying to work as much as possible,” you stammer, wringing your hands in your lap. 

“I see, “ toji responds. 

“Yeah…” god, you wanted a hole to swallow you up, he clearly wasn’t convinced. “You can come sit if you want.” you try to change the subject. 

“Nah, we gotta get going I'm about to drop him off at my boss’s house while I run some errands out of town .”

What kind of boss watched their employee’s kids? You didn’t know it you were relieved or bummed that he couldn’t stay. 

“Ohh, dad let’s stay with y/n pleaseeee,” Megumi whined. 

“No bud we gotta go,” Toji replied firmly. 

“But Shiu’s house is so BORING, UGH” he groans.

“Ugh,” toji mocks. “You’re not even a teenager and already giving me such attitude.”

You can’t help but laugh at the back and forth, how similar the two were, how good of a father Toji seems to be….what a dilf.

“Blah blah blah,” Megumi teases, causing you to laugh harder.

“For real, Megs we gotta go. It won’t be for long. I promise.” Toji says. 

Megumi starts groaning, “But I wanna stay with y/n.”

“Im sure y/n has things to do.”

Megumi curls his little arms around yours, clinging to you.

“I don’t mind,” you suggest. “He can stay.”

“YAY!” Megumi cheers. 

“Y/N you don’t have to. I don’t want you to think I came over here just to drop him off on you,” toji stammers, clearly thrown off by your offer. 

You shrug. “I don’t have anything else to do. I’ve babysat before. As long as you trust me with him.”

“Well,” toji sighs, running his hand through his messy hair. “AS long as you ok with it. I won’t be back til after dark.”

“Thats fine,” you assure. 

Toji stalks up the porch steps, squatting in front of Megumi on the seat beside you. “Listen you, little man. Behave for y/n. I mean it. Do what she tells you to do.”

“Ugh ok dad,” megumi rolls his eyes.

“Again with the bratty attitude,” Toji sighs standing up before leaning forward, bracing one hand on the back of the seat by your face to kiss his son’s forehead. “Love you.” 

You swallow at the closeness, his scent dancing around you. Pure male a hint of aftershave. He reaches into his pocket, handing you a set of keys. 

“Here’s the house keys. It’ll be after his dinner before I get back and I doubt you have the right kinda dinosaur chicken nuggets for him to eat.” Toji laughs. “His bedtime is 9, but nothing strict.”

“OK,” you say. “Uhm what’s your number in case I need to contact you.”

“Ha, so this how I get your number, huh? My son. Jeez, he’s got more game than me.” he shakes his head, getting his phone out and swapping numbers with you. 

“I’ll text when I’m on my way back. Thanks for this,” he says as he makes his way off the porch towards his car parked on the side of the street. 

“Bye daddy!” megumi wave. 

You both watch as he speeds away. 

“So what do you wanna do megs,” you ask.

“Let's have fun!!!” he shouts. 

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Wendy pleaseeee, we need more of It’s Just an Arrangement! It’s so so good!

I've been left alone today, so I'm happy to put out the finale to this series. Merci beaucoup, everyone!

It's Just An Arrangement (Finale): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 881

tw: fluff

masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Finale

Gentle fingers smooth across your forehead as you curl up underneath the comfortable bed. 

“I’ll stay here,” Ran murmurs, a habit of his every night since you’ve been back in your shared home. “Do you want to talk until you fall asleep or…” He trails off, watching your gaze slide from the ceiling to his face. Ran’s mouth tightens into a grim line, every part of him tensing up for some reaction to his words. But you just nod, blinking at him while he grunts and adjusts himself on the side of the bed. 

“Kokonoi made a discovery today while he was at the bank,” Ran begins, tapping his fingers on a propped-up knee. “Apparently, if you look intimidating enough, you can get an extension on anything.” Ran half chuckles, but when you don’t join in, he clears his throat and looks down at his feet.

“Rindou… he’s been trying to figure out the best way to get his little club off the ground. I’ve recommended various different solutions, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t want my help. So much for having an older brother.”

You huff a laugh, but no more than that. Ran sighs, quirking his lips back and forth before he lets out a long groan and presses the heels of his hands to his eyes. “I’m no good at this,” he admits softly. “I’m keeping you awake with mindless drivel.” As he stands, you reach a hand out to him, but Ran seems to miss the interaction entirely. You watch him shuffle towards the door solemnly, but you find your voice when he places a hand on the knob. 

“Don’t go.” The words give your husband pause. “Stay. Please.” Ran’s shoulders slump. 

“I can’t do any of this right,” he gripes, gritting his teeth and gripping the knob harder. “I’m trying to be a good husband but–” He grunts again. “I can’t seem to figure things out.” 

“What do you mean?” Your stomach lurches at the thought of Ran being dissatisfied with himself and your relationship, but you manage to keep the emotion out of your tone. 

“We don’t have a… conventional arrangement. I know that. But while you were gone, I realized what I feel is much deeper than we originally agreed to.” You watch Ran turn to face you, his eyes seemingly damp as he opens his mouth to continue. “I love you, y/n. I’m not sure why it took me so long to understand all of this,” Ran waves his hands around him, motioning at the space. “...was so I could keep you in my life. You could have asked for a divorce long ago if you wanted to. I would’ve let you.” 

You swallow past the lump in your throat as shock settles into your bones. “I just didn’t know how to manage… But now I do.” Ran straightens up, adjusting his collared shirt and wiping his eyes. “Whatever you want, it’s yours. I want you to be happy. And if that means it’s not here with me, then I’m willing to accept that.” 

“So you came to rescue me,” you breathe, knotting your fingers into the sheets. “I thought you’d never come.” 

“No,” Ran chides, kneeling on the bed and clicking his tongue in a soft chastisement. “I will always come and find you. I promise.” Your lips meet seconds later, and Ran cups your face tenderly, holding you against him with the lightest of touches. “I’ll never leave you to your own devices. Unless, of course, you want that.” 

“I don’t,” you reply, breathing heavily. “I don’t want that.”

“I’ll be kinder,” Ran remarks, taking a stand of your hair between his fingers. “Gentler. I’ll do better; just give me time.” 

“I’ll give you time,” you echo, leaning in for another kiss. “All the time you need.”

A sharp cry echoes in the night.

Ran shoots up out of bed, bleary-eyed and addled by the throes of a decent sleep. 

“I’ve got him,” he grumbles, rolling out of bed and turning around to ensure the blankets still cover you. Once he’s tucked you back in, he leans over you and gently kisses your exposed cheek. You hum, then shift slightly, snuggling under the covers without speaking. 

Ran shuffles out of the bedroom and hurries to the baby’s room, spotting the small child standing up in his crib and hollering for attention. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Ran sighs, yawning. “I know. It’s time for Daddy to rock you back to sleep.” The tyke weighs nearly nothing, but Ran grunts with the effort anyway. “I’ll sing you a song.” The song works occasionally, the lullaby lulling his strong-willed son back to sleep within minutes. Ran shifts his son in his arms and sits in the rocking chair, musing about the fact that his son - who was entirely a surprise - is still a surprise in his mannerisms and behaviors when you’re not around. For you, he’s an angel. A pacified, loving child. But for Ran…

His son offers him a squawk and a swat but Ran just laughs, leaning back in the chair and allowing himself the pleasure of easing them off to sleep. What began as an arrangement, he muses, is now one of the best things that has ever happened to him. 

[deathmetalunicorn1]

happy Easter. <3 I'm the anon who kicked the door the other day :D ANDDDD the petit reader x gods fic HOLY MOLY got me on my knees, I NEED TO SEE THAT WITH OTHER GODS, please please please, like Buddha and hades, pleaseeee. 😩😩😩😩😩

-You were a petite little goddess, being only a minor flower goddess, but you never seemed to let your size get your way.

-You were a fierce warrior in your own right, using a whip made of briars, so you weren’t a pushover, not by any means.

-Here lately you’ve been the butt of a lot of jokes regarding your darling husband, others, mainly goddesses but a few gods, asking how you handle him in the bedroom.

-Some had been a bit cruel to you, asking you if you could even satisfy them due to your petite size, which has left you feeling not only upset, but rather self-conscious as well.

-He noticed you pouting in bed when he entered your shared bedroom, raising an eyebrow, seeing you hugging his pillow tightly to your chest.

-He sat beside you and reached out, brushing your hair out of your face, “Wanna tell me what’s got you upset?”

-Your eyes shifted to him for a moment before you sat up, putting his pillow down and sat up on your knees, “Are you happy being with me?”

-Your bold question made his eyes widen, only for a moment, “What brought this on?”

-Your eyes fell, sliding to your rear, looking a bit ashamed, almost embarrassed, “Am I good- umm… do I- do I satisfy you, in bed I mean?”

-He was even more surprised by this question, a small grin appearing on his face, which made you upset, “Of course you satisfy me, Y/N. Now tell me, who’s got you thinking this nonsense?”

-You bit your bottom lip lightly, annoyed as you thought he wasn’t taking this seriously.

-He noticed that you didn’t think this was a silly thing, you were genuinely upset about this, which made his eyes narrow, as he knew someone had said something.

-Your cheeks puffed up in a pout and you lunged, surprising (God) as you easily pinned him down on his back, sitting across his waist, “Fine! I’ll prove it to you that I can satisfy you!”

Buddha

-He grinned slightly up at you, seeing your determination to prove this to him, he wanted to just roll you over and cuddle you senseless to help you get rid of these thoughts in your mind. He made a mental note to find out who had been upsetting you, as nobody upsets you, as he relaxed, letting you do as you please.

-Had he known you were so sadistic, he would have taken control when he was still able to move his arms, as you had bound them together with your whip, the dull thorns giving him just the slightest bit of pain as you sucked the tip of his cock, making him throw his head back.

-Having just forced two orgasms out of him, he was so sensitive, and now you were overstimulating him with your kitten licks.

-He bucked his hips up, part of him wanted more, he wanted to be inside you, while the other was begging you to stop.

-Your soft giggle made a chill run up his spine as you sat up, your hand wrapping around his length, stroking him slowly.

-You smiled down at him, seeing him huffing harshly, mouth open, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, “You look so good like this my love~ I may have to do this more often.”

-He bucked his hips up into your hand, clenching his teeth, “You can do what you want just let me fuck you!”

-His words made your self-confidence soar, but his eyes widened as your smile morphed into a smirk, evil flashing across your eyes, “Hmm~ why should I?”

-He paled up at you, terrified that you were going to torture him some more, before you smiled, quickly moving to straddle him, “Next time~”

-He threw his head back as you sank down on top of him, your own moan mixing with his, sharp little gasps of pleasure escaping your lips before you lifted your hips to slam back down.

-Your pace was tortuously slow, making Buddha writhe beneath you, trying to buck up into you, but your hands were on his chest, keeping him held down.

-Your fun was interrupted when he snapped your vines with ease, losing his temper and he immediately sat up and pulled you down hard before bucking harshly up into you.

-Your nails dug into his shoulders as you let out a cry of pleasure, followed by several more as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

-His eyes were focused on making this end, needing a breather, for a bit at least and his rough pace quickly had you coming undone, crying out around him as he made sure you were fully seated as he pumped you full, spilling out easily.

-He was gasping hard, hugging you to him as your hands wound in his hair, clutching at him, panting heavily.

-He dared not to move, fearing he wouldn’t be able to, but slowly he did, first his head, pressing a kick to your neck, then to your cheek, then your lips.

-His forehead rested against your own as he closed his eyes, “I can’t feel my legs.” Your giggle made him grin before you slowly tried to untangle yourselves to clean up.

Hades

-His hand lifted to cup your cheek, smiling up at you softly, seeing the fire and determination in your eyes, he knew you were doing this because you were upset, someone had said something, as he knew you were a very confident person. He grinned, letting you pin his arms down to the side, letting you take control.

-He swallowed hard, trying to keep his hands on the bed, one of the orders you gave to him, as you slowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft, the pace torturous, he wanted nothing more than to grab your head and face fuck you, the thought alone nearly made him cum.

-He looked down at you, your name barely a whisper on his lips and you peeked up at him

-He saw the corners of your mouth tilt up in a smile before you swallowed deeply, relaxing your throat to take him as deep as you could.

-He groaned loudly, his head tilting back and his back arching just slightly as you bobbed deeply, hollowing your cheeks as you went, sucking his soul from his body.

-When you pulled away with a wet pop, he huffed deeply, his chest rising and falling rapidly but he was given no time to think as your hand wrapped around him as far as it would go and began to pump him at a fast pace.

-You smiled down at him, moving to straddle his legs, just below his cock, he struggled to make eye contact with you, as when he would try you would give him a harder squeeze, taking his breath away.

-When he finally came undone you smiled, letting him rest, slowly stroking him through his orgasm; his eyes felt like they had crossed, only for a moment, when he fell over the edge.

-When Hades caught his breath you immediately stole it away from him as he looked up at you, seeing you licking his cum from your fingers, meeting his eyes. He swallowed when your devilish tongue poked out again, licking your lips and you couldn’t help but smirk down at him.

-You lowered your body to lay on his, his cock hardening against your belly as your nails trailed over his nipples, “You were so good for me, my love. So good~ do you think you can cum for me again like that?”

-He instantly snapped, lunging up and easily manhandling you to quickly have you on your hand and knees before shoving your head down into the mattress.

-You went to protest but the only thing that came out was a long moan as he fisted his cock, quickly entering your soaked pussy with a hiss himself.

-He gave you no chance to adjust and began to jackhammer into you, pounding you into the bed.

-Your voice was shaky as you cried out his name, your hands stretching out to clutch the blankets in front of you.

-One of his hands slid up your arm to hold your hand from the top while the other kept a firm grip on your hip, pulling you back hard, forcing the air in your lungs out with each thrust.

-Your voice went up in pitch, whines leaving you as you were begging him for more.

-For a half a second he contemplated teasing you like how you teased him, but he decided not to, this time, quickly pulling back and grabbing your waist with both hands.

-He filled you up so quickly, making you cum hard around him, milking him as you whined softly, twitching around him, gasping for air as his hands shook on your waist.

-Hades inhaled deeply before slowly pulling out, watching his cum gush out of you, making a groan leave him as you collapsed to your side.

-He was quick to pull you into his arms, both of you whispering praises to each other, exchanging soft kisses, completely exhausted but satisfied.

Rudra

-Your strength never failed to impress him, grinning fondly up at you, a pair of his hands coming to your waist while the others laid out to his side. His eyes were full of love for you, but he quickly felt himself stiffening at your dominance, finding it very attractive when you took control.

-Rudra made a mental note to find out whoever upset you because you were killing him, but if he died like this, with you riding his cock, he would die a happy man.

-It had been almost an hour since you first started ‘torturing’ him, playing with his nipples, sucking him to the point of where his thighs were shaking, and forcing three- three orgasms out of him!

-He knows you had not cum once, focusing on his pleasure only, something that made him feel almost shy but at the same time happy, so happy that you were doting on him so much.

-When you finally sunk down onto him, he almost broke his resolve, wanting to grab you and hold you down and ravage you until you fainted, but he held back, wanting to show you what you did to him.

-He was gasping up at you, pleading with you as your pace had slowed, just as he was getting close again, denying him his orgasm, the second time that night.

-His teeth were clenched together, fury blazing in his eyes as he gazed up at your beautiful body, his voice husky and deep, a warning in his tone, “Y/N I swear- if you stop-” you slammed down hard, drawing a groan out of him before he hissed up at you again.

-You smirked down at him, never looking more beautiful, your hands on his stomach as you rolled your hips once more, “Oh~ what are you going to do, Storm God?”

-Your sass, your disrespect made his eyes flash red and he quickly had you on your back with a sharp squeal; one hand held your above your head, two were on your hips as he back to fuck into with no regard to your comfort, while the fourth went to your throat, giving it a slight squeeze.

-He groaned, his head falling as he felt you clench hard around him, giving your neck another squeeze as you whined out his name, making you gasp.

-His hand that was pinning your hands down moved quickly as he sat up, only slightly, pulling you hard down onto his cock, his hand moving to your cunt to rub against your sensitive jewel, making a shriek leave your lips.

-He almost froze when you squirted around him, your head falling back and your mouth opening in a silent scream as your eyes crossed but he continued, fucking you through your orgasm until he came deep within you.

-His hands gripped you tightly, almost to the point of pain, as his head lowered to your chest, feeling lightheaded as you whimpered through the remains of your orgasm, your hands rising to his head, as he slumped against you, scratching your nails against his scalp.

-Once he calmed down, his throat now sore, he pulled back before moving to kiss you deeply, making you hum into the kiss, your arms around his neck.

-Once you were both cleaned up, having soaked in the bath together, you held Rudra against your chest as he laid on top of you, he felt so relaxed and refreshed, “Once I can move again, I’m gonna go beat up whoever upset you. I want names, Y/N, now.” You giggled only softly before you quickly realized he wasn’t joking.

Loki

-His smile was shining brightly like the sun at you, his hands on your thighs, holding you in place. Loki loves it when you get more aggressive in the bedroom, and this time was no different, you didn’t need to prove anything to him, but he wasn’t going to turn down any bedroom fun.

-If you had known how much fun it was going to be to ‘torture’ Loki in the bedroom, you would have been doing it for years.

-He was such a brat to you, disobeying your orders, he kept trying to grab you, and just being more of a little shit than normal, until you were quick to realize that he wanted you to put him in his place.

-Your vines were quickly holding his arms down about his heads, his legs spread, running a nail down the underside of his cock, making him groan loudly, unable to speak after you put a ball gag in his mouth, one that he usually made you wear.

-You giggled softly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock, holding the vibrator just far enough away where he couldn’t feel it as he tried to buck his hips.

-You licked the tip like it was a lollipop, relishing the groan that escaped him, the sound going straight for your cunt, making your own back arch.

-You sat up, crawling over so your head was in front of his, his eyes were blown wide from pleasure, and he could see the delight in your own as you brushed a tear from his cheek, “Do you want me to remove the gag? Are you going to be my good boy now and beg nicely?”

-He was instantly nodding, and you quickly removed the ball gag and the sound of him begging you, calling out your name, nearly made you cum around nothing, “Please-please- I want- please I’ve been good- so good for-for you! I wanna-wanna cum- please!!”

-You’ve been edging him for almost the past half hour, and that’s after forcing two out of him already, he wanted another so badly.

-You slid down and grasped his cock and let your wet core hover over it just for a moment before you sank down onto him, a breathless gasp leaving you and an elongated moan falling from his lips.

-You sat there, completely still, only for a moment before you began to ride him, letting his legs go, which he thanked you for, wiggling beneath you.

-You smiled down at him, leaning over so your lips were almost touching, “If I let your arms go, will you be a good boy? I will reward you if you behave?”

-He throbbed deep within you, making you squeak before he nodded, unable to form words, pussy drunk on you and your vines were quick to vanish.

-His hands wound in the blankets by his head, gasping up at you and you smiled, reaching behind you to grab the vibrator, lifting it to your lips with an evil grin as you turned it on to full power, “Would you like your reward, my love?”

-His eyes went wide in fear, only for a moment before he swallowed hard, “Now- yes please! Give-give me- YES!!!” you reached behind you and pressed it against his balls, making him buck hard into you, making you shriek in pleasure.

-You felt him twitching within you and your head fell back, “Cum-cum-cum!!” he nearly screamed, and you felt warmth flood into you and he nearly sobbed as you kept the vibrator against him, rocking against him until you fell undone as well.

-You turned the vibrator off, tossing it to the side before you looked down at Loki whom you weren’t sure was still conscious.

-You whined as you lifted yourself off of him and cleaned you both up.

-You peppered his face in kisses as he slowly came down from his high, basking in your soft affections, calming him down.

-Once he was coherent enough to speak, after you gave him water, he spoke, “I don’t think I can have sex again for the rest of the month.”

-You pouted lightly, sitting up as your index finger came to your lips, “Oh~ that’s too bad. I got a strap on that I wanted to try out~” he was instantly sitting up, grinning brightly at you, standing at full attention downstairs, “I’m ready when you are!!”

[swagpartyloverdiver]

"Heya, Diver!!~ 'T's Been a while!♪"

He waved happily, completely unaware of the past interaction.

-@p4rtyp1nkwavs

//PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE THIS ABOUT HOW DIVER ALREADY SEEN ALOHA RECENTLY AND MY ALOHA IS CONFUSED ABOUT IT AND IT TURNS OUT THERE'S TWO ALOHA'S PLEASEEEE I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

Hasn't been thaaat long, y'know? We saw eachother jus' a few days ago- n' ya wouldn't stop buggin' Fari. Lay off next time, yeah?

[simphornies]

Hi lovely! Can you please do a one with a platonic angel dust X reader where the reader has a contract with Vox and the two of them bond over their shitty “bosses?” And the reader works as Vox’s bodyguard! I think it’d be so cute if they walk to vee tower together whenever their bosses call them in and never leave without each other! I’d imagine at first Angel soundly really care much for the reader, but after he joins the hotel they become great friends!

A/N: This one isn't really long so I'm sorry! I did my best 🥲 Writing a platonic story was harder for me than I thought </3

Word count: 831

Platonic! Angel Dust x Reader

You worked at VoxTek under Vox and you absolutely hate every second of it. You get the shorter end of the stick considering his hypnotism doesn’t work on you so you saw him for who he really was. You stayed at the hotel after finding a loophole in your contract with Vox. Every single day was more so annoying than anything. Considering you’re his bodyguard, you would have to go everywhere with him and catching up with Vox, the overlord that can zap into any electric device and teleport away, wasn’t really the easiest thing to do. You looked forward to getting out of work and hanging out with the hotel staff everyday.

One specific day, Vox decided to meet up with Valentino for the day during one of his shoots. There you met the famous Angel Dust. You two clicked as soon as you met, constantly talking about your contracts together and finding loopholes. You didn’t fail to notice how he held himself back from you a lot of the time, not really opening up and keeping up a mask. So you decided to try and get him into the hotel.

“Angel!” You called out to him. He just finished his shift, looking more tired than usual. “Rough shoot?”

He laughed and elbowed you, “Yeah. Rough.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed with him. “Okay that one was on me.” The two of you started walking home, chatting about your day.

“Hey so. I’d like to say we’ve been…y’know…friends for a while but I don’t even know where you stay.” You looked at him, “I’d wanna come over for drinks some time.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Ah. I don’t know…I live with Valentino.”

You choked on your own spit, “You live with him? Where have you been going every time we get off of work?”

“To the bar. Clubs.” He shrugged, “Anywhere with alcohol and drugs, honestly. I hate living with him so staying away for as long as possible is ideal.”

“You know…” You began, “I stay at the Hazbin Hotel. It’s really not that bad.”

“Y/N where are you goin’ with this?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“You could crash with us, y’know?” You suggested. He was about to protest against it but you quickly stopped him. “Think about it! We get to be roommates, they have a bar and we can drink together and we get to go to work together!”

You shook his arm, “C’mon Angel! Pleaseeee?” You whined, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could.

“I…I don’t know. Val wouldn’t be too happy with that.”

“Fuck Val. Fuck Vox. Fuck the Vees in general!” You exclaimed, “It’d be nice to have you around. You can’t have drugs there though.”

He groaned, “What? No drugs?” He whined, “Where’s the fun in that?”

“You trust me, don’t you? It’ll be plenty of fun. They got a bartender that I think is just your type.” You winked, elbowing his side.

“Hmmm…I don’t know, Y/N.”

“Angel I will get on my knees in the middle of the sidewalk and start screaming, crying, sobbing and begging.” You threatened him. He looked at you dumbfounded but the look of determination was clear in your eyes.

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, “Ah fuck it. Sure. Take me to this hotel. I don’t got stuff like that anyways.”

You squealed in excitement, practically dragging him to the hotel. As soon as Angel got there, it didn’t take long for him to get used to the place. He definitely liked Husk, the bartender you mentioned earlier, as soon as he saw him.

You helped Angel practically move out a box of things he had at Valentino’s along with his pet, Fat Nuggets. It was fairly easy sneaking around the blind moth for you. After moving him into the hotel, you took notice of him getting happier by the day.

He still had to work with Valentino as you did with Vox. It wasn’t long for you and him to grow closer everyday. So much so that you two had a system going on in the morning.

Your daily routine with Angel would be getting up and getting ready at the same time, him helping you with your makeup for the day and the both of you going to work. Every shift sucked but it sucked a lot less ever since you two stayed together.

Angel confided in you more and you’d do the same. You would help him stay sober, drug wise. Every now and then the two of you would go out with Cherri Bomb, causing mayhem in the city and fighting in turf wars.

Hell wasn’t easy but with your new best friend by your side and a surprisingly good support system at the hotel, everyday gets easier.

You just wished you could get the both of you out of the contracts that bind you to the Vees one day.

[riaisnotok]

★ Lake Placid // b.k

[pt I] [pt II]

"Billy, are you ready?"

"Not yet!"

It's a spring day, 23 °C (73 °F) outside, and you thought it would be a warm enough day to go for a nature walk with Bill. You suggested that you both dress in red, and that's how you ended up here, to wait for Bill, who was looking for some coquette clothes through his alt clothes.

The door to the bedroom opens, a Bill dressed in a white shirt and some red pants comes out. And you were wearing a white knee-length dress with red flowers (if you don't like dresses then you were wearing a white blouse with flowers and red pants, just like Bill 🥹)

"I'm ready" Bill said, smiling. You gave him the bag you were holding in your hand, it was very heavy because of the water bottles. "Woahh! SO HEAVY!"

"It's not my fault you look like a skeleton, Bill" You said, "Hey, I'm 53 kg (116 lb)!"

"53 kg and 1.85 m (6'1"), you are thin."

"Don't make fun of me, pleaseeee!" Bill complained. You giggled "Sorry, sorry.." You stopped making fun of him and left.

"BILL LOOK, A CAT!" Just as you stepped outside, you saw an orange cat. "WHERE?" The cat came towards you, started to circle around your legs and purrs. She seems to be scared of Bill. "Haha, see? You're so tall that even cats are scared of you" You teased him again. "Oh? Watch this." Bill approached the cat. He wanted to show you that cats are not afraid of him. When the cat saw Bill approaching her, she ran away. "IT'S NOT FAIR!" You started laughing. Bill was a bit sad. This was the first cat running away from him, maybe the cat only liked you. In the end, you also got cats that ran away from you when you wanted to pet them.

Arriving in the field, Bill put the bag down, "It was so goddamn heavy. What did you put in it?" In response, you just smiled. You didn't put just water bottles. You sat down on the grass, you were tired from how far you walked from home to here. "Billy, come sit with me!" You called him, Bill was looking at some birds singing from a tree, and when he heard that you called him, he quickly came to you and sat down next to you. "Did something happen N/N?"

You looked at him, his long black hair blowing in the wind. You tried not to blush, but you couldn't, Bill was so handsome. You couldn't imagine how you couldn't like such a person with such a good soul and who looks so good. "Y/N, are you sure you're okay?" He asked again. Apparently, the first time you didn't hear, you were too focused on looking at him. "Umm..uhh- Yes, I'm fine!" You smiled, he smiled too. Oh, his smile, it's so cute. "I wanted to ask you, do you want to take a picture?" You asked him. "Yes, why not?" You smiled again and went to grab the camera from your bag. You went back in place. You turned on the camera and arranged Bill to look good in the picture. "Smile, Billy!"

"I can see them?!?!??!?!" Bill asked you excitedly. He wanted so much to see the pictures. "Ok, ok, but calm down." You showed him the pictures you took. "It looks so good!" He smiled. He was very happy for a reason. You were with him.

A/N: I don't know how to end this one, so there will be a part 2

[industrialdreadhead]

ZOMBIES KID pt. 2

Warnings: vape, smut 18+, no protection used, no use of y/n, non- binary, sub Vinny

A/n: inspo comes from @ciginatree

Still very long

Ricky pov, flashback

Zombies band just wrapped up and it was time to go back to the hotel, as me and Vin were coming down from jumping so much heaving as we walked laughing as we did so. I couldn't help the thought something was going on I know what I felt when I talked to Zeppelin the first time seeing them light up and lightly touch arm. It was a connection, a strong one. But it was pissing me off seeing just as strong connections happen for the rest of the guys, I wanted them for myself. I need to put my foot down, when we get back to the room.

As we walk in I waste no time in starting the conversation but weirdly enough I was beat by Ryan " listen I've noticed the glances and shit towards Zeppelin so I know it's not just me feeling things, we need to figure this shit out or it'll eat us up, and don't fight around it I'm not playing around" everyone collectively looked this dude up and down jaws dropped. Chris popped in with " okay well all have feelings no intent let's play a game the winner gets them and the others can't beat the other up how does that sound" a circle of nods and hums came through. "SO what's the rules??" I chimed in with. "It's easy you have to sleep with them twice to win. And again no ill intent to them. Now we need to get ready for this after party"

"Hey Ricky you okay you've seemed to zone out"

Zeppelins voice rang out only slightly over the blasting music due to our close proximity.

"Yeah I'm okay just couldn't help to realize how good you look in that outfit care to join me in the bathroom"

I was shocked at the offer especially since I've been denying myself the gratification that any one of them liked me. Of course we had recently met but from the times we've talked over the short amount of time, I couldn't help the crush forming for them, but I knew it was wrong so might as well indulge one while I can right??

So I took up that offer, holding his hand as it was stretched out for me to take, and as we weaved through the crowd I couldn't help the heat pooling in my stomach knowing how bad I've thought of this, as we moved into the one person bathroom he pushed me against the door and gave me questioning gaze, as I nodded our noses practically touching at this point, his fingers resting against my neck and cheeks he took one more look at my lips before crashing his onto mine. As it started into a slow dance and quickly became needy. Begrudgingly parting for the need to breath he kissed me once more before quickly locking the door and muttering a quick "you're so pretty you've been so good to me needa return the favour, yeah?" Nodding quickly he turned me around to face the mirror before getting down on his knees telling me to keep looking at myself, he made quick work pulling off my bottoms and underwear, as he licked a soft stripe up to my hole and my head quickly dropped low until I felt a harsh slap on my bottom and him sternly saying "told ya to stare at yourself didn't I, don't start being a brat now, cmon head up pretty" as he ended that sentence he went back down and swirled his tongue right where I needed him, everything regarding the outside world slowing became nothing to me. And before I knew it I felt the pressure in my stomach became unbearable whining a pathetic "ima cum ricky pleaseeee" but inturn I just got two fingers stretching me out, and before I knew it I was yelping out, legs shaking bearly keeping me up. As my visitor came back, I realized I looked terrible, eyeliner smeared everywhere due to the tears that seemed to have formed, even though I couldn't recall. And just then I saw Ricky coming up behind me licking his fingers smirking. "Ready hun" as he started unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants and boxers enough to wrap his fingers around his member and bring it out and slowly drag the tip across my heat as he slowly started to stretch me, us both hissing. And just like that he started pounding into me choosing to have his hand just over my throat no pressure. Can't help but feel comforted by it, knowing he's there. As I came deeply close to my end, reaching for anything to ground myself, the whines that left me, kept me sounding like I was dying, but oh was I loving him. The hand that rested on my neck gripped and brought my back flush against he clothed chest and moved his arms around my tummy. I began to scream as I finished and not long after he let out a loud groan and finished inside me, making feel evermore warm, as he seemed to have those as resting on my stomach huge closer as his face to the crook of my neck, kissing a few spots. Leaving the inside of my turning me over to face him, so he could kiss me once more, this one more soft and longing. As a grabbed toilet paper and cleaned me and my makeup up. Kissing the tip of my nose, amd through this he just kept deep breath whispering how good I was, them began to lead me back to the bar. And just then I spotted my dad talking with my mom as Ricky offered me his lap, I gladly took a seat smiling proudly at him. And when I looked back at my dad, his eyes were straight on me smirking at me but yet still deadpanned. I'll ask him about that later.

But the rest of the night I swear I could see Ricky's band giving him looks, but brushed it off. And before I knew it, it was time to get to the hotel. And again the nagging thought came back, I would be leaving them. But I guess I got something right, can't pick and choose I suppose. All of us walking to the hotel before I got into the hotel Chris pulled me over " hey Zeppelin I know after this we'll be going our separate ways, but I was wondering if I could get your number yk to keep in touch, love to get to know you more" and with that I gave my number to him waved to the guys, hugging each one, and going up to my floor. And with that Chris gave my number to the rest of the guys and made a group chat.

Hey hope ya don't mind made a group chat

Oh I don't mind talk to yall later goodnight

And with that came multiple responses ping in. While in the room I made sure to ask my dad what that look was for and all the man said was "OOooOOOoO heS hITting on YouUuuUU"

And with that I went to bed that night with the burning image of me and Ricky ' should I feel bad no its not you're betraying anyone yeah but I like them all I just wanna be greedy '

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January 27th - Zeppelins pov

Over the past several days I have been in touch with the band from sending memes or asks of our day, or miscellaneous stuff but it could turn flirty, just simple comments. Especially on insta when I would post a photo of mysled I would get various texts from them saying stuff like

Was that for us

Phew look at you

SO PRETTY

Right various different reactions

Can't deny had me kicking my feet. And still to this day, can't shake the interaction between me and Ricky, I've been craving a similar touch but my hands can't seem to do the trick, which has only made me upset and snappy, feeling real bad for my bandmates, but I can't help it.

I recently found out me and the boys live in the same state, which was great knowing I had other people I knew near me besides just my band. But with that being said I hurriedly cleaning my house due to the fact I got short notice Ryan was coming over so my ass kicked in gear.

Few hours later I hear a knock signaling my time for cleaning was cut short. Opening the door I saw Ryan look as big and bad as always, letting him step in I apologize for my home looking a mess, he just looked at me sideways saying it was nonsense, that it looked great. He's just being nice I roll my eyes. "Keep rolling your eyes see where that'll get you"

"What are you, my father"

" I did show up to give you something that reminded me of you but I guess you had other plans, show me to your room"

A familiar turning feeling in your stomach has now made an appearance, if I wasnt so nervous before i definitely was now. When I entered my room, I saw Ryan looking around. I had to admit now that i was conscious of my surroundings a little more than normal, I could admit my room was a bundle of personality. Plushies everywhere, along with posters for various different things. And wonderful long mirror adorning my closet door floor to ceiling. Which I'm guessing Ryan was thinking pretty hard about considering his stare through the mirror right at me, as he began to walk towards me telling me " one rule don't be a brat, get on your knees angel" as I did what I was told, there was no need to tell me twice. Totally dumbfounded how know I got 2/5 of the prettiest men I've ever seen, see me in such a way

" fuck you don't even know what you do to me, you're stupidly cute outfits. God made for me huh cmon you can take it" as I started stroking him, he was Big no conplaint here though as I kissed his pretty tip, and started to take him, he rolled his head back, bringing out his vape, blowing out big clouds, I have to say it was probably the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen. It made the feeling in my tummy worse 'he wouldn't notice if I touched myself'

" don't you fucking dare, I'll tell you when you can touch yourself, did I give you permission"

I whined around him but begrudgingly took my hand away " what I thought" he then took his free hand and held it under my chin and down my neck and repeated the motion

Groaning he said "damn I can feel ya all the way down there" right if he wasn't so far down there I would've gasped. He quickly wrapped a hand around my hair pulling me off him. As he grabbed me by the hips pulling me to the door with him, as I sat between his thighs. Right infront of the mirror. Oh now I see why he liked it so much. He then patted the side of my hip, and I lifted my hips, and he took of my shorts and bottoms. But he made no more movements till I looked upward to find him just staring, and then is when it clicked. Those "strong gazes" were lust. Well fuck. How bout that. Can't help but think mom was right all along I'm down bad. But sitting here with him looking at me all primal like had me going, I'll admit that. It was ljke he was admiring me, tracing his fingers across the multitude of tattoos I had. Before he grabbed my jaw turned my head and pressed a kiss to my smooshed lips, I couldn't help but giggle a little as he left ticklish kisses along my neck, and he started rubbing his hands along my thighs, squeezing every now and then, before dragging a thick finger to my heat, and rubbing along dipping his finger in just a little. Looking back at his face he was making eye contact through the mirror, sending chills through my spine. All the thoughts I've been having before disappeared. It simply became just me and Ryan together. As he cooed into my ear, I began coming close to my edge, whining. And just as I was about to fall off he took his hand away, I soon began to throw in whines of his name, as he just chuckled " don't think I forgot about you being a brat, remember that's why we are here" as pathetic as it was all I could do was thrash my head around with a frown, as he simply pressed a kiss to my cheek and began circling my heat again amd just like before he stopped just before, as I started bucking my hips with a loud "Ryannn" and again he started his ministrations again, this time letting me get off with a loud yelp to follow. He quickly got up to find me a new pair of underwear and pants, and with that he helped me put them on, giving a loving kiss on each knee. And just like that he left. I could say it hurt but idk, I mean can I really be upset I did get a good moment but I just with there was more. And all this shit clicking with the stares realizing they all wanted me it made sense why Ricky was getting those stares from them at the afterparty, and even more ahit was thrown at me, they had something going on, they all were in on it. Well fuck ima get to the bottom of this. As much as the intimate experiences were great I couldn't help but still feel empty I wanted them. And just then I just a ping on my phone

Vin: hey wanna hangout tomorrow??

Me: sure :)

Idk if that's how I'm going out and making a move, but I won't turn the cutie down

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January 28th - Vinny pov

With the fact Zeppelin was coming over. I was nervous but excited, I didn't just want to use this time to get me a point especially when two have already had their shot, but genuinely I wanted to hang out. But I want to get a stream in beforehand.

Later

"Okay guys ima head off I got hotstuff coming over, thanks for joining"

And with that, i heard the doorbell signaling Zeppelin was here, I instantly ran up to get the door pulling them in welcoming then, and having them take a seat. As I went to go get popcorn as I had planned for a movie night, as I told them to pick out a movie.

Zeppelin pov

We were now about through 3 movies and those thoughts were hitting hard currently, I turned towards Vinny just looking at his, noticing the small features, like his smile creases, his droopy eyes. Before i realized it he was staring back with a content smile. And before I could stop myself " what are you and your band up to Vinny"

"What do ya mean zep"

"Oh you know what I mean"

I don't know what took over my but I just pushed him back onto the couch, his dumb looking puppy eyes looking up at me with shock. Before I simply just unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. And he started whining bucking his hips. 'Oh he's different subby much'

His lips parted taking in short breaths, made quick work with my pants, he then moved his hands to rest on my hips but I swatted them away. Rubbing against his growing memeber and he pathetically whined, eyes rolling back. I lightly tapped his cheek

"Come on babe look at me"

And with that his eyes snapped up to meet mine, as I dragged his hands above his head, as I readjusted myself and sat down on him slowly, as he gasped. "You're such a whiny boy"

Dragging my nails down his chest leaving marks, until his hips started bucking attempting to meet my movements. But he didn't far, and I slapped his thigh behind me. As he continued his whines, some sounding like some form of my name but I didn't begin to care. I was on a mission. As I started to tell he coming close I lifted myself off and rested on his thighs as he whines, asking why'd I stop. " I already asked you baby what is your band up to, answer me and I'll let you cum" to no use he thrashed his head, so I sat back down, and began again. His hands coming back up to touch me I stopped again asking him once more " what are yall hiding" again he said nothing so I threw his hands, and started my ministrations once again, this time once I stopped and began to ask him once more he broke. " fine fine we made a bet that whoever could have you twice would be able to have you to themselves" he then just broke down, and bucked his hips again, I mean he did tell me, gotta hold up to my promise, but that'll be alot to unpack later. And just like that he came with loud moan. And I went to find some water and a towel to clean him up. And he didn't utter a word of what I found out, just sat cuddling watching the rest of the movie.

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The next day Vinny came into tue studio panicked, "guys I did something but you gotta promise you won't be mad "

" oh God what did ya do Vin" Chris said

"I hung out with Zeppelin the other day and they got me to tell them our bet, what're we gonna do, he didn't seem mad, we went on normal with the hangout, and they've been texting like normal, but they know"

Grumbles came out of all 5 men.

Justin then made a comment " I guess we could wait till they come to us, or we could just ask to hangout and explain"

"We could wait a couple days they might be taking time to process yk"

A collective of positive hums came out of that. As they went on with their day.

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I knew they would all be hanging out at one of their houses today, they told me so when I asked their plans for the day. So with that, I knew it was the perfect chance.

As I pulled up, seeing all their cars I knew I was in for it.

Knocking I could feel heat in my stomach once more, and dizzy, so much has been swarming in my head I just can't th- the door then opened "heyy yall hope ya don't mind I dropped by I just gotta question for yall"

I was then let in while there were several pairs of eyes staring into my soul it felt. So I took a deep breath and let it out

" yk I couldn't help but realize yall had a bet, whats the meaning of that"

And Chris gave it to you straight saying it was a bet to see you could be yours and such as I stood dumbfounded. " you put a bet on my without just telling me, if you would've just asked we could've maybe figured this out. I know it seems crazy but I can't help it I just want to greedy I want something nothing for myself" as I continued to babble Chris came up to me cradling my face within his hands

"Yeah you want us all, wanna be greedy baby we'll let ya, just had to ask. We'll make it work" him kissing my lips a couple times. When Justin piped in "come on we'll make you feel so good" and now that's how i found myself in this position

Chris sitting behind me, as I sat between his thighs, will Vinny and Ricky were between my legs lapping me up, them kissing in their ministrations at times. While Justin was gtting his cock lined up to your mouth and your other side was occupied by Ryan watching over

Me. No words had been muttered just silent nods and kisses being exchanged, it felt secure and safe. This was soon to be my 3rd orgasm of the afternoon. And I couldn't be happier. They all in some way had me moving around treating me like a rag doll, while still keeping their loving whispers, and small hugs.

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Later in the day it being nighttime now. All cleaned up huddled with a whole bunch of body heat, I heard my phone ring, reaching for it I see it's my dad. Picking it up

Hey Kiddo how are you?

I'm good what's up with the call?

Oh yk after giving those boys a stern talk on how to treat my kid, I thought I should call to let you know im going on tour and I was wondering if you wanted to join, hang out this time. Yk your boy band will be playing, and also a band named Bad Omens. Thought you might be interested in going

Oh sure dad I'll make sure I can, love ya be safe

And with that i hang up and look at my boys with a deadpanned look

" you didn't wanna tell me that either"

They all give nervous chuckles and I can't help but join in.

This is where I belong just with my boys, what could go wrong.

[kpop---scenarios]

“you don’t have to say it. i already know.”

“you owe me the truth, at least.”

johnny suh pleaseeee (angsty with happy ending??) thank youuuu

"Be honest, Johnny." You cry. "If you truly love me, you will tell me. You owe me the truth atleast." Your voice fades into a whisper as you look down at your feet, afraid he's going to admit what you feel like you already know.

"The truth about what?" He asks. "I don't know what you're talking about!" He finishes.

"This! This is what I'm talking about!" You yell, shoving your phone in his face. Showing him the picture of him hugging a very beautiful girl, your best friend, and it just made it so much worse. "Just admit you're cheating on me so we can move on. I'm done playing game, my heart hurts to much to keep going." You breathe.

"Y/N.." He pauses. "I didn't want to do it like this." He sighs, running his hand through his dark hair.

"Wait!" You cry. "You don't have to say it, I already know." You whimper. "I can't hear you'd admit it.. I changed my mind. Just go."

"My god, Y/N." Johnny chuckles. "You're the most dramatic woman I've ever met in my life, and god I fucking love you." He grins.

Before you can say anything he begins talking again.

"I was with Lisa because she was helping me with something. I hugged her to thank her for her help with this extremely important task ." He says. You're not sure if you believe him though. "I had everything planned out perfectly, for tonight actually. We would go to dinner, then for a drive and then end up at you'd parents house, where I'd lead you into the backyard, and there stood all our friends and family.. and I would.." he pauses, getting down on one knee. "Get on one knee, and ask you, my beautiful girlfriend, my beat friend, if you would marry me." He finishes, pulling a ring box from his pocket, opening it to show you the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen.

Tears begin pouring down your face, your heart is racing. "And then you would say.." he says, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, yes of course." You cry. "I'm so sorry."

Johnny stands up, pulling you into a hug before wiping away your tears. He slides the ring on your finger before giving you a big kiss. "You're the only one I want, forever and always."

[siriusblackloml]

🍯 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ... give me a line from your favorite book + a character of your choice and i’ll write a blurb about it! (please specify if you’d like SFW or NSFW)

Tom Riddle pleaseeee. and SFW or NSFW, it's up to you my love.

"'I'm not good,' he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, 'but I was worse.'" - Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick (if anyone was curious)

thanks for the request!~ i've set this in some sort of weird au where you're living with tom and you find out just how evil he is in terms of what he did at hogwarts lolol hope that makes sense (SFW / ANGST)

you're not a battered person. you knew some might view you as strange for loving tom the way that you did, but you couldn't help it. tom riddle was by far the best and worst thing to ever happen to you.

he was toxic, evident in the way he speaks to you or will quite blatantly choose not to speak to you when he feels you are being a bother. but then there were days where he put you on a throne and treats you like a queen. confusing, but ultimately satisfying nonetheless.

his past was always a secret. the two of you had only met in your last year at hogwarts. fast forward a year later, you're staying with him at his place all the time. by the end of the day, you two would meet in the flat and bodies went on auto-pilot. you'd wash up, cook something for dinner, then find some sort of entertainment for the remainder of the night before sleep would take over both of you. you tried so hard to just remain in the present.

but secrets couldn't stay hidden forever.

"you're evil tom." you muttered, feeling like his words from the intense argument were ripping all of your strength and air out of your body. you were weak, he knew this. "how could you allow such...evil to happen? in the place where students are just trying to learn?"

tom stands there in the doorway of the apartment where the living room and dining room connected. he was looking very unlike the man you had grown to know over the course of the last year and a half. he had no facial expression sewn onto his face, as if he were expecting this. was he expecting this to happen at some point? if so, what was his plan to follow?

toms eyebrows raise questioningly and laughs, "that was only my work of the past, y/n. i'm...different now."

the man could barely choke out that word, which only made it harder for you to believe. you growl, "you make me want to vomit."

you turn your heel and collapse on the couch, fighting back the urge to let tears fall down your face. tom just watches you, silent for a few moment before he speaks, "you know i'm not good, y/n. we both know that. but i was worse, too. i'm a changing man. changing into something more powerful. don’t view this as a negative concept."

how had this man ever bypassed your feelings before? why did you jump into the strange power dynamic of a relationship that was now only filled with evil and guilt?

you choke back a sob, pulling your knees up to your chest. tom takes this as a sign to approach you quietly, sinking down to where his face was within inches of your own. he speaks again, this time in a little coo, “and you’re going to experience nothing but power with me, y/n. i had never planned on you being in my life, but i can promise your name will be just as famous as my own.”

his hand reaches out to cup your face. the moment your eyes make contact with each other once, you don’t want to look away. all you want is him. 

[vannybarber]

Rude Boy

Summary: You're practicing a dance routine at Chris' house and you can't get a move down, so he helps you out ;)

Chris Evans x Famous¡BlackReader

(Imagine you're on Beyonce's level of fame. You can sing, rap, dance, act. All that 🥰.)

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, spanking, tiny fluff.

Words: 2.8k

S/N = Stage Name

"Chris pleaseeee" you say, literally on your knees in front of him.

"I don't know if I'm qualified for that. I mean you're S/N." He rubs his face and sighs. You hate when he talks down on himself like that.

You were currently in his living room, begging for him to critic your choreography for your upcoming performance this Sunday night at the Teen Choice Awards. Its nothing different from what you've done before, but you like the feedback. Chris was nominated for 2 awards and also is attending with Scott.

"Stop acting like I'm better than you. Can you please do this for me? Please boo?" You beg him once more, using the nickname you developed for him over the time you worked together.

You met him in the beginning of both you guys' career when you both got casted for Not Another Teen Movie. Then worked together again in Infinity War after the Russo brothers discovered your years old string of tweets begging to be in a Marvel film. You both vowed to never lose touch again after that.

He smiled to himself at the nickname and finally agreed. You clasped your hands together, squealing like a 2 year old. You get off your knees, grimacing at the slight pain on the pads. Grabbing your phone and speaker out your bag, you run to one of his large spaced rooms in his house and hook up your Bluetooth.

You were ready, but hearing his feet shuffling behind you, it was evident he had no intention of speeding up. So you run to him and grab his thick arm and pull him the rest of the way.

"Alright alright I'm comin' " he chuckled at your excitement. He picks up his pace so you don't pull his shoulder out his socket. Finally making it back to the room, you grab a chair for him and make him sit in it.

He sits, getting comfortable and you quickly walk over to your phone and start the music.

Tonight I'ma give it to you harder

Tonight I'ma turn your body out

Relax lemme do it how I wanna

If you got it, I need it and I'ma put it down

You start the dance, lipsyncing the lyrics. You already have great breath control, so you don't have to worry about messing up your vocals.

Buckle up, I'ma give it to you stronger

Hands up we gon' go a lil longer

Tonight I'ma get a lil crazy, get a lil crazy baby

You swirl your ass up in the air, in doggy style position. You look up at Chris and see him looking at your butt. You just smirk and keep going.

Going into your last verse, the nastiest one, the one move you've been struggling with is coming up.

I like when you tell me kiss you there

I like when you tell me move it there

So get it up, time to get it up

You say you want rude, boy, show me whatchu got now

Come here right now

You catch his eyes and wink. He winks back playfully. You guys had flirty exchanges, but they were all joke based. One of the great parts of you guys' relationship.

You lie on your back and prepare to do the move.

Come here rude boy boy can you get it up?

Come here rude boy boy is you big enough?

You attempt the move and mess up for the 50thousandth time. Sitting up on your knees, you bring your hands to your face and groan. Frustrated, you rise and bring the music back to the last verse.

Chris gets up and walks to your side, wrapping his huge bicep around your shoulder. "Hey what's wrong, bean?" He dips his head down to look at your scrunched up face. Like he ain't just watch you fuck up the move.

"I can't get the move right. It's the one part I'm struggling with." You stomp your foot on the brown hardwood floor and fold your arms.

"Well how about you just change it to something you already know" he suggests, but you're not hearing it.

This move is perfect for the song. The move is like you're riding an invisible dick. You have to roll your hips twice and jump back up on your feet, ass in the air, right away. But your rolls are so mechanical and stiff. And you need to do it so you can go into the next move right after.

After you explain this to him, you sit down feeling defeated. He comes over and crouches infront of you, hands on your thighs. You stomach twirls a little. You haven't gotten any in like 2 years, so simple touches you riled up. It's honestly sad.

He scans you from your legs, stops at your lips and up to your eyes. You narrow them at him and wiggle your eyebrows smiling, lowkey wondering why he's checking you out. He smirks and speaks.

"How about I help you with the move?" So many thoughts and images of him riding an imaginary dick on the floor evade your mind and has you giggling like an idiot.

"You gonna get on the floor with me?" You question half jokingly and half serious.

"I have a better idea." Confused, you watch him rub his big hands up your slightly bigger thighs. He reaches your hips and squeezes them, making you squeal because you're ticklish. He stands up and bends down to your level and looks you in your eyes.

"I want you to ride me, Y/N." Your body moving faster than your brain, you get up and walk to the window and stare at it. Hands against the glass you just watch the trees blow in the wind, wide eyed. You hear him laugh behind you and you turn around.

"Chris what do you mean 'ride you'?" You asked the dumb question, knowing exactly what he meant, but you needed to hear it from him. You needed to know exactly what you just heard.

"Honey, you know exactly what I mean. Can we just be honest here? We both are sexually attracted to each other, but push it aside for our friendship" he counters, walking up to you, rubbing your sides again. "Might as well admit it."

You were definitely attracted to him, but him attracted to you? Like that? The flirty jokes you guys shared with each other and the playful touches didn't really mean anything though. Right?

You didn't have time to think about that as you come back to reality and hear him calling your name.

"Y/N? Y/N, you there? You alright?" He grabs your face and checks your eyes. You slap his hand away and look at him. He's so annoying, but so beautiful. Its not fair.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this. I don't want to pressure you into sleeping with me. You're my friend." He backs up and shakes his head. "I'm sorry bean."

You heart pangs a little at his words. You actually wanted to do this. I mean as long as it didn't ruin your friendship, you were cool with it. You grab him back to you and tell him.

"Chris, you're not pressuring me into anything. I want to do it. You're helping me out and plus I trust you with my body. I know you'll respect me." You smile at him and he does the exact same.

"Are you sure because-"

"You have to thumb promise me that this won't mess up our friendship" you cut him off. "I really value that with you." You hold out your thumb, waiting for him to touch it with his. He smiles widely at you, connecting his thumb to yours and kissing his thumb nail, you doing the same.

Everything happened so fast. One minute you're making out straddling his lap and next he's picking you up and heading towards his room. And now here you are, on top of his splayed body on his bed. His tongue is still dancing with yours and his hands grip the hell out of your ass.

You both pull away after sucking out 75% of each other's carbon dioxide.

" Y/N, is this your first time riding?" He looks at you for your answer and you sheepishly nod your head, covering your face out of embarrassment. In your only two relationships, you did the same old things. Missionary and all that. You never really had control or lead so you were nothing less of inexperienced.

He softy pulls your hands from your face and chuckles. "Don't be ashamed, baby. I'm gonna help you okay? It'll be good for the both of us." Giving his famous wink, he adjusts his body a little higher.

"First, let's get these clothes off of you. Is that okay?" You nod eagerly and your heart warms up with how respectful he's being. Consent is so sexy.

He pulls your black t-shirt above your head and tosses it behind you. Observing your beddable torso he slides his hands up your ribcage, around your back and to your bra clip.

"Let's get this off, yeah?" Another eager nod. The entire time, you're just smiling. Because for one, he's being so patient with you and two, you're excited as hell. It's been a long ass time.

After your bra comes off, his hands shoot straight up to massage your boobs. They actually fill his hands and he's most definitely enjoying it. You laugh outloud and lower yourself down so he can slip one on his mouth. He quickly latched on twirled his tongue around the nipple and switches over to the other, doing the same. You throw your head back and grind on his crotch area.

He sees this and teases you about it.

"Is someone ready for their lesson?"

You whine out your words.

"Yesss." He halts his grip on your boobs and looks at you. "Yes what?" You pause and register what he's asking you. He quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. You bite your lip.

"Yes Daddy." He pulls your head down by your neck and kisses you sweetly. "Good girl", he smiles at you proudly. Him praising you only made your panties even more soaked. You shift your body around, removing your tights. Throwing them to the side, you lean down and kiss him again. Only this time, you were the one removing the clothes.

After getting his shirt off and reconnecting your lips, your hands run over his chest and he moans in your mouth. You grin against his lips and reach for his belt. Pulling away, you earn a whine from him too.

Someone's eager, you think smirking to yourself.

Undoing that red belt he literally was in love with and removing his pants, his boner was on full display and you were not disappointed. According to your calculations, based off your sight, he was at least 7 maybe 8 inches. His shaft was visibly thicc and wide. You were in for a treat.

He watches you gawk at his coCk and thrusts up into your hand, making you squeal. He could literally feel the excitement radiate from your body. But he was way more excited than you could imagine.

"You like what you see, pretty girl?" You look back up at him and stick your tongue out like a child. You truly could not stand this adorable puppy man child. His hand rests on the side of your face and his thumb grazes over your cheekbone.

"Take it out for me, baby girl." All these nicknames he was giving you did not help your horny predicament. You reach inside his Calvin Klein's and feel for him. Grabbing his humongous length, you pull it out and pull the boxers down and off his legs.

Absentmindedly, you stroke him, dragging your thumb over the head and collecting the bits of precum sitting. He groans lowly, bucking his hips up into your closed hand.

"Now you're just gonna get up and sink on it slowly, okay? Stop for a second if it hurts" he coaches you. Following his orders, you move up so your core is right on his tip. Slowly you sink on him.

The slight pain does not go unnoticed as he stretches you out. Ignoring it, you push down a little more.

"That's it, sweet girl. You're doing so good for me. So good." He rubs your hips encouragingly, relieving some of the pain. When you finally get him completely inside, you look at your bodies connected, shocked you even got him in so easily.

"When you're ready, just move back and forth. If it gets too much, let me know and I'll help you. Okay, pretty girl?" You let out a soft 'yes', clenching around him. After most of the pain subsides, you move on him. His heaving breathing doesn't slip past you and neither does your tiny whimpers.

"There you go baby. You're learning so fast. Just keep moving, just like that." He throws his head back gritting his teeth. The pleasure is coming in fast and you moan out his name. Hands on his chest, your hips roll against his, cock sliding in and out of you. His hands on under your butt help you move swiftly.

You speed up at his praises and a swat lands on your bottom, leaving a tingling feeling. As if you weren't already fired up, that did it for you. Your pace increases and your skin slaps against his, echoing in the bare room. A yell leaves your mouth as reoccurring ecstacy shoots through your body everytime you slide back down on him.

Chris tries to grip onto you but his hands keep slipping.

"Fuck, Y/N! You're doing so perfect. Ride me just like that. You're such a good girl"

He starts to meet your rhythm, rutting up into you. Now you're screaming and the slaps get louder, his hands coming in contact with your ass more frequent. You feel the coil in your abdomen and you aren't short of letting him know.

"Daddy I'm- Fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" You balance yourself with your hands on the sides of his head and give it your all one last time.

"Let go baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock, sweet girl." You didn't need to be told twice. Your eyes twisted shut and your pussy gripping around him, you cum all over his length. He thrusts a couple more times and shoots his load inside you, filling you up. Both your bodies go limp against each other.

"That was so fucking amazing" you force out, in between breathes. You raise your head to look at his fucked out state. Pride rises in your chest, knowing you did this to him. He looks down at you, giving a dopey smile.

"You were amazing. I would've never guessed this was your first ride. Hopefully it won't be your last, with me of course." Hope is evident in his voice. You take a moment to contemplate, but you already knew your answer.

"I think we could make it happen" you say tapping your fingers on your chin and a huge grin on your face.

"Then it's settled. I think you have this move downpacked." He leans down giving you another kiss. You were in for the ride of your life.

Blinded by your excitement to perform, Sunday night came quick. You were backstage watching the program as you got ready. The movie nominations were up and Chris was nominated for Movie Actor: Sci-Fi/Fantasy and Movie Scene Stealer. Hearing his name called for both awards you freak out while your make up artists Stella tries to put on the finishing touches.

Chris honestly deserves every award he is nominated for and every one he isn't. He's so talented, but people never appreciate the actual talent around here. He doesn't win many awards so this was extremely big for him. You were so proud.

You hear Maya Rudolph present you and you get into position.

Throughout the performance you were grinning from ear to ear. Excited for the move Chris helped you perfect and reminiscing on how he helped you perfect it. The part comes up and you absolutely nail it. You look at him in the front row and see his mouth a 'good girl' at you.

When the performance is over, you take in your applause, wink at Chris and head into the back. Moments later, everyone is in the back congratulating you. Chris comes up beside you and smiles.

"You did such a good job, bean." He kisses the side of your forehead. Your bestfriend comes up and asks you how you got the move down. You look up at Chris.

"Well I had a very good teacher. He taught me very well."

Glances did not fail to be thrown across the room and your bestfriend did not fail to bombard you and Chris with questions on the ride home.

Hmmm I actually liked this one 😎

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¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plisetsky x reader)

(part six)

Part one. Masterlist!

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Your POV*

(Next morning)

"A-achooo!"

You jolted out of your sleep when the loud sound hit you. Half-asleep, you fumbled after a potential threat and thrashed with your legs to get out of bed. Your eyes weren't even open yet and you heard a shocked shriek from Magnolia before something skipped across the sheets and disappeared. You threw the blanket off you, threw yourself to the left to shake it away and-

*Thud*

Ow. You opened your eyes, finally. There was no attack, obviously. If your dream hadn't been about being the captain of a pirate ship as you were in the middle of getting attacked by the Englishmen, there would've been no reason to react that way, you thought.  The loud sound was the sound of a canon ball about to hit you, you'd figured. You let the impact of the floor stone you and you just laid there, thinking of what you were currently doing with your life; too tired to move.

"...(Y/n)? Did you- ... Are you dead?"

Hmmm, wait. Yuri, r-right. He saw that totally.

You rose to your knees and slowly peeked over the bedside, upon Yuri's weary gaze. Only your eyes were visible of course. No point in giving him the chance to see your red tainted cheeks after such an embarrassing act.

"(Y/n). What... are you doing?" His voice thick and dry, almost hoarse. He looked at you with his eyes barely widened. You then noticed how awfully colorless his skin was. Well, except for the redness around the base of his nose. Heavy bags under his eyes displayed on his features as well.

"What in the- Well you seem to have had a rough night, Plisetsky." It wasn't particularly an insult. He did look like the ceiling had been falling in on him and as if he had no choice to carry it the entire night. Yuri gave you a snort and leaned back in his bed.

"Shut up, Duchess."

You picked up your fallen blanket and placed it on top of the bed as you eyed the skater. Then the feeling of Magnolia bumping his head against your leg made you look down and sigh.

"Yeah whatever, Punk." You cradled the large cat in your arms and scratched his chin. 'Sorry, darling. I'll make it up to you...' You whispered in the cat's ear and kissed the top of his head. A purr started drumming from his belly but was quickly drowned out by another loud sneeze and a cough right after.

'Oh my, he isn't... Right?' You thought and the Russian boy sniffled harshly. Even Magnolia gave you a 'What's the matter with him?' look. You made your way to his bed and was met with swimming eyes. Even the stunning shade of blue and sea green had faded slightly and had been replaced with a grayish contrast.

"Yuri... Did you get sick from the waterfall yesterday?" You placed the back of your hand against his forehead and the heat hitting you almost made you retract it immediately. That, however, was done anyway by Yuri briskly swatting your hand away with a groan.

"'M fine!" He's burning up with a fever and he's laying here, lying straight to your face while looking close to passing out any minute. Another sneeze and you had decided what to do next.

"I'm calling Yakov that there will be no training for the following days. You get rested."

"No! I-I don't have such time! I'll practice anyway!" He sat up immediately and bore his gaze into you. You assumed that it was meant to be seen as fierce and energetic but it more looked like the kind of stare a drunk person trying to stare his way through solving a math-problem. You gently but firmly laid a hand on his chest at the intention to hold him back from straining himself any further. His gaze met yours with newfound shock and you ignored the feeling of a loud *thump* pulsing through your hand from inside his chest. A slight stutter was heard before you pushed him back down onto the mattress and held him still for a moment. 'Stay.' Was the message that thankfully got through.

"Rest and I'll be back soon, okay? You're not doing anything until you've recovered." Your words were stern but only a nod was seen from the boy as his eyes were intensely fixated upon your hand holding him down. Just then you noticed the rest of his face had turned red and damp from sweat as well, almost sure that it hadn't been there before. 'Oh no, his body turned hotter just now and his heart is beating out of his chest. Better get him some breakfast and call Yakov immediately before he dies or something.' And with that, you left the room and headed towards the kitchen.

You were making some hot chicken soup on the stove when Victor made his way into the hall and saw you, immediately stopping to see what you were up to.

"Smells delicious (Y/n). What are you making? Can I try?" He peeked above your shoulder and gasped lightly. Your shoulders were cradled by his arms from behind and he pushed his weight onto you, causing you to stumble.

"Pleaseeee?"

"Okay, okay! But just a spoon, alright? It's to Yuri." Victor sheered and waved at Yuuri as he as well now joined them in the kitchen. Next moment a spoon was dipped into the soup and the man started fussing about how great it tasted. He then made Yuuri try it as well meanwhile he stood beside you, taking low.

"A soup only to Yuri, huh? I'd say you're growing rather fond of him at this point. Is it 'made with love' as well?"

"Yuri's come down with a fever from yesterday's adventure. I cancelled his practice with Yakov for the rest of the week. Meanwhile, he said Yuri should think about choosing his music and a possible theme for his skating program this year so Yakov can go ahead and choreograph it in time for his return. Maybe you could help him with the theme and all that? I think he'd appreciate a little push into the right mind of thinking."

Victor fell silent and scratched the top of his head as he stared into the soup. You were heading to grab some red shiny apples and rinsed them under the water flow of the sink.

"How unfortunate that he'll have to postpone his practicing like that... Of course I'll help! Though, it's still a little suspicious of you nursing him back to health, I must say.

"Oh, just quit it, will you?"

"How are you feeling? You look pretty washed up." You pushed the door open and was met with Yuri scrolling on social media. His leg slumped over the other, laying on his back. You knew exactly why the media had been the center of his attention. Yesterday's news blew up around the entire world and people are freaking out on social media. But it wasn't just that. A few already silenced fans of the other figure skating idol's wrote about how it wasn't fair to the rest of the competing programs to have such an advantage. Some even went as far as speculating about Yuri Plisetsky already being so sure on winning this season's Grand Prix and with that, that arranged tour with you. As if  he hired you as coach because of that. To get to know you before the big collaboration between the two competitions.

"I always do. No point in rubbing it in though." You put the soup down on a little nightstand you pulled in front of the bed. Followed by the soup came a glass orange juice and a tray with star-shaped apple-slices. He grabbed the spoon you handed him and gave you a quiet 'thanks' before attacking the food.

"That's really not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I implied you look tired. That's what washed up means." You grabbed a chair from your desk and but it beside him on the floor. He looked slightly bugged that you'd be staying so close to him like that. Maybe he worried about another person getting sick but probably not. It was you at risk in this matter and he didn't exactly care about you, you knew. And yes, getting sick is a down step for a singer since the recovery can be slow and painful. But you didn't really care this time. Besides, you wouldn't be starting this season of We Are Voice in a good month anyway.

"You meant ugly though." His words were subtle and caused you to blink, slightly dumbfounded. Why did he say those things so casually about himself?

"You're never ugly, Yuri."

Wasn't he the one with confidence and pride worth a tiger's during last season's Grand Prix? It feels a little out of place somehow. For him to put himself down after only been doing it to others before.

"Say what now?" He took an apple slice between his fingers and inspected it before chewing it up with a mouth of orange juice.

"... You're actually really pretty... if only your personality wasn't to nasty though..."

You just felt like saying it, honestly. You felt like maybe he needed to hear it. And the parted lips and the wide stare you received from him revealed that you just might have been right. But he quickly read into the following sentence of your exclamation and shook his head.

"H-Hey!" The insult clearly hit the right spot as well judging by the pout and the blush. You flashed him a grin and let a loud laugh escape your lungs.

"Just eat your damn soup,Plisetsky!"

"Hey um... " You looked up from the book you had been reading. Yuri was finished with his breakfast and had been eying you for a good long minute in secret before deciding to speak up. You had just decided to ignore it and figured he'd say something if he felt like it.

"I have been wondering. So the reporter called you The Aubade Duchess yesterday... What does that stand for anyway?" The events of yesterday hit you in the gut once again. The loud screaming and the now so familiar pressure around you. They had been calling you The Duchess of (nationality) ever since your first year at the senior league of We Are Voice where you came in third. You hadn't been competing as a junior the years before but you were immediately a favorite of the people. Then, your second year, you won first place and earned the word 'aubade' to your fan made title. Last year, even though your competition grew more hellbent on winning, you came in first place once again. Your own coach had promised your fans a third golden success for this years finals. The title kind of stuck as you grew up on the stage.

"Right, that. Aubade stand for 'a love song which is sung at dawn', I have been told. It's silly, really." You turned to watch a certain detail in the marble floor, expecting some kind of teasing to come next. But the room fell silent for a moment and your eyes sought the reason behind the reaction.

"It suits you." It had been quiet. But you heard it nonetheless. Yuri wasn't meeting your gaze either but noticed your stunned surprise anyway.

"W-well, I mean... No- maybe? I don't know! It sounds ridiculous, just like you! God, you're so clingy and asking too many questions all the time."

He's been acting so... strange from his usual behavior. Like the fever has turned him into a less tense and distrustful version of himself almost. Wasn't he able to think straight? Perhaps you should treat him as a drunk person after all.

Even though your hand had been previously swatted away, you still put it to his forehead anyway. It was as hot as the first time and the heat made you snap back to your current situation.

"Shit. You're burning up... maybe I should-" You were cut off by Yuri leaning into your hand and closing his eyes. His entire posture screamed 'about to pass out'.

"Your hand... feels cool and nice..."

What the hell? Yeah he's as good as drunk. Wait no- you should call an ambulance, right. This is really bad.

"Oh. Should I get you a damp towel?" You were just about to retract your hand. To leave the room and attend to his fever once again but you were stopped. The Russian Punk took a weak hold on your wrist and held your palm close to his forehead. He sniffled once more before nuzzling into your hand with a little sigh. One more sniffle and he was out.

Light breathing was heard and he was finally asleep. On you, though. You couldn't even reach your phone to dial the hospital. You didn't want to scream for help either because it might have woken him up. But then, you couldn't help but feel a tad of relief as you were finally given a (kind of) break for a few moments.

But you had stuff to do. Those towels wouldn't wet themselves and you better prepare them for him. You began the attempt to remove your hand as carefully as you could but were immediately cut off by the soft mumble of a sound asleep Yuri.

"Mm... Don't you dare go anywhere."

...Okay then.