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heesuits · 2 days

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imagination - kim sunoo

• pairing: fem!reader x bsf!sunoo

• genre: smut

• wc: 5.8K

synopsis: sunoo have never been with a girl... yet.

For the first time in his whole life, Sunoo was feeling a bit uncomfortable while you were applying your lip balm... and uncomfortable wasn't exactly the right word, he felt a shiver down his spine and was too much concentrated on how soft your lips looked and how he knew your tongue was right there, he could see it in between your half-opened lips, and... what does it taste like? A thought that made him salivate, to the point of needing to swallow to avoid having drool running down the sides of his mouth, to the point of forgetting that he was right beside you, staring at your face. He was aroused. "Is there something wrong?" You asked, confused by his reaction, it took him a few seconds to regain consciousness.

Sunoo has been your friend, since always, he is a very good company and you were very comfortable around each other but there is an important detail about this situation, he likes boys, only, for sure... kind of sure... cause since few days ago he couldn't stop thinking about the moment you asked him to tie the top of your bikini and while you held your hair he imagined how would it be like if he held it with his own hands, pulling it slightly... and if the smell of your neck would be even better up close... and if your skin would shiver if he breathed close enough for him to touch it with his mouth... maybe the tongue. He wanted to know how you would feel... and he wanted... to feel you too? You have already shared with each other several stories about your affairs, and it's not like you hadn't ever imagined what it would be like, who knows, to try sharing this intimacy between the two of you.

A whole day became two that turned into three, he couldn't stop thinking about these things when you spent any time together and your invitation to a night watching a horror movie that was a common activity for the two of you suddenly became a torture session for him. After days and days thinking about your skin, your hands, your smell, the cherry flavored lip balm you used, being close to you with only the lighting of the TV against your skin while applying the balm on your lips awakened in him a feeling of need. He needed to know. He needed to touch you. He could feel the cherry scent and imagine the taste. Imagine your taste.

"There's nothing wrong... it's just... you..." without enough time for him to finish his words you noticed how he was looking at you alternating between your eyes and your lips, your breath became instantly heavy when you felt his palm holding the side of your face, his hand warm and soft. As surprised as you might be, you wouldn't deny Sunoo, nor could you even think about denying it. With one hand on your face, moving to the back of your neck while he pulled you lightly, and the other hand resting on your thigh, he asked you in a low voice in a tone that you have never heard him use before "Do you want it?" the only thing you had capacity of doing according to your actual state of mind was nodding, and with the most cozy and kind of devilish smile in the world he finished moving his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you to finish the job.

When your lips touched you could feel his breath raging against you as if he was tasting something very delicious, eating something very hot, kissing you carefully, as if he had to remember every sensory note of the taste of your mouth. His tongue moved slowly, interlacing and touching yours while his hand squeezed your waist both with the same very well calculated amount of strength. At the same time that he didn't know what to do, he wanted to find out, right there and with you.

From your mouth he moved to your neck, the kisses were wet and as he moved his hand a little higher on your waist to hold your ribs while he bit you lightly, you could feel his teeth against the skin of your neck and collarbone, and your body tightened as if you could feel the bites right on your crotch. Sunoo was making you wet... intentionally.

With both hands on each side of your torso he moved away just enough to look at your face and ask "Can I... touch them?" The only reaction you could have was to agree with a smile "Do you want me to take my shirt off?"... and he continued "Not yet, I want to feel them like this" You were fascinated and even more turned on by the tone he used, it was the perfect balance between experience and inexperience, he didn't know what and where to touch you, but he definitely knew how, and was a pretty fast learner.

Sitting on the carpet, leaning against the piles of various pillows you had set up to watch the movie, and with your clear permission, it was like he had been allowed to test all the desires and ideas he had been having over the last few days. Moving his hand to your breasts, he felt his cock throb, pulsing inside his underwear and already hardening. How soft your skin is, the smell of your hair, how your body reacts as he runs his fingertips over your nipples, you bending over your stomach, everything was driving him crazy. Moved by the sensations, he slipped a hand down your belly, pushing the hem of your shorts a little, you instinctively moved your hands down aiming to move the fabric out of the way. His eyes followed your hands and he stopped you saying "Keep your panties on, it's part of the thing." He seemed fully determined to leave you speechless. "Okay" You just kept it as he told you, took off your shorts and opened your legs a little more.

He ran his fingertips down your thigh, from the knee to the center, with his eyes fixed and his mouth half-open as if he needed help breathing. With his fingers he stretched the strap of your panties, passing his fingers down through the fabric and pulling it slightly to the side, leaning both fingers over your clitoris as if he just wanted to know how it felt and then slipping a path from your bottom lips to your entrance. When he felt your wetness against his fingertips, he leaned in closer, pressing his lips against yours again, kissing you while slowly sliding his fingers inside your pussy. It was new for him, but he could definitely imagine himself there, he was really amused by the way you squeezed his fingers, he wanted to be inside so bad, and you knew by the way his tongue in your mouth moved on a perfect harmony with the in and out movements of his fingers. It was just enough for both of you to start moaning, couldn't hold anything, he was touching you right and finally having you felt as good as he thought it could be.

All you were able to do was to crave your hands anywhere you could keep them on, the carpet, his neck, his arms. He removed his fingers completely and you moaned a little louder, a begging sound, you needed more. With his eyes fixed on yours and this time with a classic Sunoo smile that you were very familiar with, he placed his two soaked fingers over his mouth and tasted them in the most provocative way you've ever seen. "What? I wanted to taste you." over his provocations you finally managed to formulate a sentence. "Now you have to finish eating me, seriously." He rolled his eyes playfully. "And how do you prefer?" Without thinking twice, you lay face down on the carpet and he went along with your action very well, one hand on each side of your hips, rubbing his hard cock against you, leaving his shorts wet marks because of the way your panties didn't even cover a third of your pussy. You could hear his smile in between the air he was breathing. He moved his head down to make a path licking your thigh from the bottom to the top of your ass and giving you a bite and sucking it in a way that will surely turn into a hickey mark later. Holding both sides of your ass pushing them apart to give him a better view, he ran his tongue over your entrance, pushing it inside. If he kept it like this as soon as you felt his cock, you wouldn't be able to hold your orgasm any longer. You've never felt that weak under someone else's touch, he knew it by the way your body reacted, by the noises you were making, and he was definitely enjoying it.

He finally took his hands off you to pull down his own pants, one hand gripping your hip and the other one holding his dick against your entrance, he rubbed his tip there a few times, before getting in, letting out moans that clearly showed he couldn't hold on much longer either. As soon as he pushed it in and felt the way it was entering you easily, he pressed himself harder against you and you moved along your hips so he could reach the deepest spot, and both of you felt it as soon as it tipped there. He started moving harder, the moans louder, you didn't need any words, your hands held any part of the carpet you could and his hands craved on your skin kept pushing and pulling you strongly, he moved his shirt up to his mouth grabbing it with his teeth so he could have a better view of how his cock was moving on you, this muffled his moans a little, making the sound lip deep grunts that made the situation even harder for you to hold on.

The sounds he made and the feeling of his cock pulsing and crashing inside you, making it seem like he was made in just the right size for you to squeeze it with your walls, made you reach your orgasm sooner than usual and even though he realized how much tighter you became, he simply couldn't stop. He started moving faster and harder, your moans louder and even after you were done, you didn't want it to stop either.

He went in and out so instinctively that he didn't even care about the shirt anymore, all you could think about was the pleasure that was taking over both your bodies, he finally achieved his goal from the beginning, releasing inside you. You felt the warm liquid running down your leg, the hands that were previously holding you so tightly were now practically resting on top of you. Your heart pulsing right on your throat and the sweat making a path on the side of your face, you couldn't even get out of the prone position. He lay down on your side over the carpet and as soon as you faced each other, after the adrenaline wore off, you started laughing as if it was a joke for the two of you. "There's no way you haven't done it before." and he answered with a smile:

"I just have a good imagination."

#enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen sunoo #kim sunoo #sunoo smut #enhypen smut

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firewasabeast · 8 hours

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prompt: silly or angry sex? idk!

how about silly and angry sex? also, I don't write smut often so please forgive me.

“I really, shit, really don't wanna fight with you while your, oh yeah, fingers are in my ass.”

“Finger,” Tommy corrected, slowly and deliberately massaging over Buck's prostate. “Just the one right now.”

“God, your so annoying,” Buck huffed, his back arching slightly as Tommy's other hand rested over his stomach.

“Would you like me to stop?” Tommy asked. The way he was keeping his voice so calm and casual made Buck want to ring his neck a little bit.

“Stop being annoying?” he replied. “Yes.”

“Stop fucking you,” Tommy clarified, pouring a bit more lube on his fingers and adding a second along with the first, “so you can fight with me?”

Buck sucked in a breath, then let out a long moan. “Oh fuck no, don't stop.”

“Mm,” Tommy hummed. He ran his hand up Buck's chest, dragging it back down slowly. His fingernails scraping over Buck's nipple on the way. “So fighting while fucking it is.”

“Fuck. S'not fair,” he said with a glare, fucking himself on Tommy's fingers. One of his hands flailed out until it found Tommy's thigh, gripping it for dear life. “Kiss me.”

Tommy shook his head. “Tell me why you're angry first, Evan.”

“Mmm,” Buck's head lolled to the side, his eyes drifting shut in pleasure. “Don't remember.”

Tommy twisted his fingers, driving in with a particularly hard thrust.

Buck's eyes shot back open and up at Tommy, his hand squeezing tighter on his thigh. Tommy would have bruises in the morning, which sent chills up his spine.

“Yes you do,” Tommy said, staring back at Buck. “Now why are you mad?”

“Be- Because, oh right there, because you forgot to take the meat out of the freezer again.”

“And?”

“And I reminded you, uh, uh, uh, you like five times while I was at work.” He smacked at Tommy's thigh. “Add another finger, Tommy, please.”

Tommy obliged. He removed his fingers and added more lube, warming it up before pressing three against Buck's hole. “Deep breath in and-”

“Let it out slow, yeah yeah, I know. Not my first rodeo.” He rolled his eyes but drew in a deep breath, slowly releasing it as Tommy worked three fingers into him. “You feel so fucking good,” he said, sounding more annoyed about that fact than anything. He couldn't handle it anymore. He reached up and pulled Tommy down over him in a messy, angry kiss. He bit down on Tommy's bottom lip, causing him to hiss ever so slightly. He took that opportunity to practically stick his tongue down Tommy's throat, tasting his fresh mint mouthwash that he always gargled after dinner.

A dinner which was take out tonight.

Because he forgot to take the meat out of the freezer.

For like the fourth time in a month.

Tommy's fingers were moving inside him earnestly now, Buck meeting every thrust. “I know you, mhm, apologized but I really, uh, don't understand, yes, yeah, how you could f- forget like that, faster, Tommy, fuck me.”

“You feel so good around my fingers, Evan, God.” Tommy moaned into Buck's mouth as Buck reached down and took both of their cocks in his hand.

Their bodies were at awkward angles, with Tommy not able to move as deeply into Buck with each thrust. But, judging by the sounds coming out of his mouth, Tommy was still hitting all the right spots.

“Fuck, I'm close, Evan.”

“Me too, Tommy. S- so close. Just, oh shit yeah!” Buck came with a shout, Tommy following closely behind him.

They laid there for a few seconds in silence, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

Eventually, Tommy pulled his fingers out of Buck and plopped down beside him in the bed.

“Shit, I love angry sex,” Buck admitted, rolling over to press himself against Tommy's side.

Tommy laughed, his arm wrapping around Buck's back as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Why do you think I keep forgetting to take the meat out of the freezer?”

“I knew you did it on purpose!” he exclaimed, leaning up just enough to look at Tommy.

“Well, after the aggressive blowjob you gave me the last time it happened, I had to test my theory. I do, however, promise not to use this knowledge against you in the future. No matter how tempting.”

Buck's eyes darkened as he pulled Tommy in for a kiss. “You're incredible,” he said. “You can use it against me anytime.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow at that and Buck continued. “Well, not any time. Like, if people are coming over for dinner, or if I have a special meal planned. Actually, I could make a detailed list of exact times where it would be appropriate to-”

“Evan?”

“Yeah?”

“You know there are other things I could do besides not take food out of the freezer, right?”

“Like... Like what?” Buck asked, shivering a little as Tommy's hand ran up and down his spine.

“I could occasionally leave my laundry on the bathroom floor.”

“E- Even your gym clothes?”

“If you wanted.”

Buck could feel his heartbeat speeding up. He'd be a little concerned about what this literal dirty talk was doing to him if he didn't currently find it so damn hot. “What else?” he asked.

“I could not take out the trash on trash day. It'd have to sit there another whole week before it got picked up.”

Buck pressed a kiss against Tommy's jaw, then started working his way down, ghosting his lips over Tommy's pec. “I would be livid,” he said before giving the skin there a little bite.

“I know. I could forget to pay a bill. Make you deal with a late fee.”

Buck was on top of Tommy in a second, his thighs straddling Tommy's hips. He was mad at the mere thought of that happening. But so fucking turned on he was already hard again. It wasn't just the idea of more angry sex that made him horny, it was the fact that Tommy was so competent with his forced incompetence that Buck needed him inside of him immediately. It was all very confusing, and Buck made a mental note to dwell on it later.

But for now. “Tommy?”

“Yes, Dear?” Tommy asked with a grin, his hands coming to rest on Buck's waist.

“I'm gonna need you to fuck me.”

Tommy gripped Buck tight, flipping them over quickly so he was back on top. He pressed a chaste kiss to Buck's lips before reaching for the lube. “Yes, Dear.”

#bucktommy #911 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #i will never be comfy with my own smut okay it just wont happen #but i'll write it anyway that's for damn sure

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luvleyk · 3 days

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.・゜-: ✧ :- Stress reliever

| CW: scissoring, switch Bada x reader, cunnilingus, fingering, Bada was the one who's receiving, sloppy make out in the last(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃), ykyk..

|A/N: birthday special? Maybe.. This was a request from anon so.. It's my first time making a sub canon x reader so idk if did good lmk..

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You got home early than your girlfriend. So while waiting for her, you decided to do a little bit of chores. It's rare for the both of you to do some bit of chores around her place since you both got busy with work. It means, that you two had a bit of time for each other, which you understand. Tho you two tried both of your best to have a free time to spend together. You put the trash on the trash can, before perking up when you heard the door opened, signalling that she's already here.

You quickly went towards the living room to greet her.. "Welcome home, love" you said as you hugged her by the torso and giving her a peck on her cheek. She gave you a tired smile as she returned the gesture, by giving you a kiss on your forehead.. You quickly noticed her tired expression as you helped her with her stuff.. "Got tired from work?" You asked and she nodded as a response.

"The dance class went well and it was fun, but it's tiring at the same time." She explained as she leaned down, to level your height. She rest her chin against your shoulder as she pulled you closer in a tight embrace.. "Mm... I missed you, baby" she hummed before nuzzling her face against the crook of your neck.

A chuckle escaped your mouth as you hugged her tightly.. "Missed you too, love" you said before slightly pulling away to look at her when a idea suddenly popped on your head.. "Hmm... How about I take care of you today?" You asked while tilting your head..

She looked down at you before chuckling.. "Well.. What do you have in mind?" She asked..

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She was laid flat on the bed, with you hovering her as she let you kiss her, letting you lead this time. Let's just say that she's in the mood to be taken care of, today. And you're willing to do it. Almost eager to make her feel good. Your hand starts to roam around her body, your tongue licking the bottom of her lip to ask for access and she willingly opened her mouth, letting you taste her or dominate her.

Her baggy jeans and her boxers were tossed on the floor as your tongue was now circling around her sensitive her bud as your fingers were rubbing against her entrance, coating herself with her own juice..

"Fuck... Y/N" you heard her moaned out your name, giving you a sign that she's feeling good. You continue on your work as you gently pushed two digits inside her, slowly pumping inside while you continue flick your tongue against her clit.

You feeling her thighs trembling, as if she wants to squeeze her thighs together, but also controlling herself at the same time.. Your hum makes a vibration against her bud, causing her to let out a whimper. Her constant moaning and gasping were fueling your little ego.. Even tho it's not the first time that you've made her submit, but it's still making you a bit prideful to see someone, like her trembling beneath you.

You stopped on your work as you pulled you fingers out, causing her to whine... "Y/N-ah.. Why'd you pulled out..?" She asked between each breath.. You look down at her, feeling yourself lost for a bit before taking off your underwear, beneath your skirt... "I have other plans" you said as she watched you tossed your underwear and straddle yourself on top her, slightly hovering my aching cunt against her. She already know what were you trying to you so she gently placed her hand against your hip to guide you... You ground her hips against yours, her slick heat rubbing against your throbbing clit as you started to tease her..

She let out a muffled moan, as you began to move. Wet folds pressing and rubbing each other, pleasuring both of you.. You bit you lips as you felt you rolling her hips against yours, syncing on your rhythm. Your thrust became powerful, burying you clit against her, causing for her to arch her back and moaning your name like a mantra.

Your breath breath became erratic as you hold against her hip for support.. The sound of hips slapping became sloppy as felt both of dripping... You circle your hips, coating her cunt and her inner thighs with you juice... "Mmn.. Bada..." You moaned. Half-lidded eyes slowly went to look at down at her, hair sprawled out on the bed, chest rising and falling down heavily, hearing her becoming incoherent as her grip on your waist tightens..

Pleasure starts to build up inside you and you can tell Bada was feeling the same way.. The bedroom filled with the erotic sounds of their joining—wet flesh smacking against wet flesh, heavy breathing, and the soft moans that escaped both of their mouths..

"Y... Y/N... Fuck... I'm gonna.." She paused as she let go of your hips, her hand went to her mouth while the other were gripping on the sheets, tightly. You nodded in acknowledgement as you started to rub yourself against hers in a fast pace... "M.. Yeah..? I'm close too, Bada" you gasped out.

The sound of the moans, coming from both of your mouth became loud as your hips stuttered against hers.. Feeling yourself tensing up on top of her... You feel both of your hips jerked up and spasmed, both letting out a loud cry as you two come down from your high..

You collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as you pushed your fingers, inside of her to help her ride out her orgasm.. You nuzzled against her neck as you heard her letting out a weak moan before pulling out..

Once you two calmed down, you slightly pulled away to plant a kiss on her lips, and she returned it with a weak and sloppy open-mouthed kiss.. This time, she's the one taking the lead on the kiss, licking your bottom lip before pushing her tongue in, savoring your taste..

After a while she pulled away, a string of saliva were connected between the both of your lips.

"Hmm... You did well" she praised before planting a kiss on your forehead and you hummed in response..

"Mhm... We can take a shower, later.. For now... I want to sleep" you said.. "Being on top was exhausting" you joked, which you received a laugh from her.

"Well... We can do this, sometimes... Only if you want"

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #bada lee fanfic #bada lee swf2 #bada lee x fem reader #swf2 x reader #bada lee smut #bada lee x y/n

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liv2post · 2 days

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Hii!! I'm not sure if you're still taking requests but I have one if you are, one of my favorite chapters in itlt is the baking one, and I was wondering if you could write a separate fluffy baking fic!

Hi gracie! Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy it :D

Cinnamon Rolls

Summary: After a long first day of the school year, Severus returns to your chambers in need of your presence and excellent baked confections.

Word Count: 1179

it's the little things story here (if anyone wants to read!)

The door to your office closed with a punctuated clang, the grumpy potion master leaning against it and letting out a weary sigh. He had gotten used to the summer months he was afforded that he had forgotten how cumbersome each new batch of first years’ incompetency was. One boy had not been paying attention during the safety demonstration for handling sharp tools properly and had cut his thumb open so deeply that he needed to be sent to the Hospital Wing. He swore each new injury or exploded cauldron was going to give him a new wrinkle or grey hair.

It was only until the sound of soft music and the smell of cinnamon spice hit his senses that he was able to let go of his frustration. They were a sign of your presence. His love.

He trudged silently through your living space toward the kitchen where he was met with a sight that made his heart flutter with equal intensity each time.

You were flitting about the kitchen, a jumper with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows and lounge shorts on, but the front of your legs was partially covered by the apron you had tied around you. Your hair was clipped up and out of the way, allowing him a view of the chain you wore around your neck, one that held the ring Severus gave you that remained hidden beneath your day clothes. He could also make out a bit of flour caked along your jaw and near your neck, how you always managed to make a mess he’ll never know. It didn’t matter though. He thought you looked adorable.

As you finished stirring the bowl of glaze, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your middle, pulling you back into a firm chest.

“Hi, Severus,” you smiled, letting go of the wooden spoon and resting your hands on his forearms.

He sighed into you, his face nuzzling into your hair as he inhaled your scent, loving the way your natural fragrance mixed with the sweetness of the confections you baked.

“You smell so good…” he remarked quietly.

You chuckled. “I sure hope so.”

He tugged you a little to the side with one arm, the other coming up to grasp your jaw and tilt your head back and up, his lips eagerly connecting with yours. You hummed into the kiss, your lips moving just as enthusiastically against his whenever he was domineering with you. You felt his tongue swipe against your own and on your bottom lip, sampling the remnants of cinnamon rolls and the glaze you had been perfecting for the last five minutes.

“You taste good, too,” he pulled away with a smug smirk. Oh, how he loved the way such words reduced you to a blushing mess, your face blazing with redness as you managed to turn into his hold and bury your face into the crook of his neck, your arms coming to wrap around his back. His arms readjusted similarly, stroking up and down the length of your back as you both breathed each other in, missing each other's presence as the both of you had classes to teach on the farthest sides of the castle. The both of you had gotten so accustomed to waking up next to one another, absorbing each other's constant presence in your summer cottage. But it was autumn now and the both of you had your respective duties in the school. On the flip side, it was also a school term he greatly looked forward to because you’d bake some of his favorite treats which just so happened to be in season.

What felt like many minutes passed before either of you spoke up once more.

“I missed you,” you said, voice partially muffled by his body.

“And I, you.” He pecked the side of your head.

“How was your first class?”

Severus huffed, holding you tighter. “The words necessary to describe the anticipated ineptitude I’ll be dealing with elude me.” He could feel your smile in comiseration against him. “Yours?”

“I have a feeling I’ll know who my ‘problem children’ will be, but otherwise not bad.” You kissed his neck before he released you. “I imagined you would have a rougher day than I would, so I made cinnamon rolls!” you announced, pouring the glaze over the brown, puffy rolls. “And I believe we still have some Earl Grey in the cabinet.”

The longing in his gaze deepened, the need to be close to you making him press against you his hands lightly grasping your waist as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, just above the chain. “You’re too good to me…” he murmured. His fingers began to undo the tie around your waist as well as the one resting on the base of your neck. “Allow me to make us the tea. Have a rest on the sofa.”

“Severus, I still have to clean up—”

“Have a rest...on the sofa” he repeated more firmly, a mixture of a warning and a plea. You had done something so nice for him and now he wanted to reciprocate. And he knew that you knew this. “Don’t be stubborn, you silly girl,” he kissed you once more, this time on the forehead as he peeled the apron off of you and proceeded to kick you out of your own kitchen.

The low fire blazed away, washing the office in warm yellow-orange and flickering on along the tan pages of your book. It wasn’t even dinner yet, but the dungeons had a way of making it seem like it was always nighttime. Severus’s soft footsteps caught your attention as he entered your field of vision. A snort escaped you.

“Something amusing?” He lifted a brow.

“It seems the flour on my apron transferred onto your black robes.”

He looked down at himself and scowled. Indeed, the flour from your apron and on your face had imprinted onto his robes and collar. He set the cups of tea down on the coffee table and handed you the small plate holding two of the cinnamon rolls so he could swipe off as much of the flour as he could manage, though some appeared to be stuck.

“You could always just turn your robes white,” you teased.

“Absolutely not,” he gruffed, giving up on the attempt to clean himself in favor of being next to you. Severus settled down on the couch with you. His side pressed against you as he took a cinnamon roll and bit into it, moaning quietly at how good it was, how the sweet glaze mixed wonderfully with the spiced dough. You automatically leaned back against him, resting your head against his shoulder. The simple bliss of being with one another and enjoying the little domesticities of life washed over the both of you, his other hand interlacing with yours and his thumb gently rolling over the skin of your hand, grateful for his love that brought him so much peace.

His love, who smelled like cinnamon rolls.

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #snape x reader #pro severus snape #severus snape fanfiction #severus snape fluff #snape fluff #severus snape x y/n

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bonezone44 · 1 day

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In a Throuple with Ezra & Frankie:

Frankie has a bad day--comes home from a gig and his hands are shaking. He tries to sit and focus his mind, but he can't. He wants to run. Wants to fight. He wants to freeze himself into something and someone new.

Ezra's learned the signs. He knows how to coax Frankie out of his head and back into his body. He brings Frankie into the bedroom and gets him on the bed. He ties his arms to the headboard and leaves his legs free. Ezra's good at talking and taking up space and Frankie's good at following along.

You come home, tired after your own long shift at work. You see Ezra's hung the "Busy" sign on the bedroom door. It's your cue that... yes, they're busy and yes, you're welcome to join.

You knock on the door and wait for an answer--which Ezra provides.

You walk in and--poor Frankie. Whatever troubles you had in your head have disappeared at the sight of him. He needs you and he needs you immediately. Anything to comfort him and soften all the tension in his body and the fearful voices in his head.

You and Ezra take turns massaging his arms, his legs. Kissing him all over. And his arms are tied--he can't shrug you off like he wants to. But he knows he needs this--he wouldn't submit to you and Ezra otherwise. It's been a long journey between the three of you to understand one another and meet each other's needs.

Ezra appeases Frankie with is voice, his sturdy grip and controlled touches. He knows how to pinch and soothe. How to hurt and heal.

You scratch your nails up and down Frankie's legs. You kiss him on his hairy knees. You lick along the skin of his pelvis--not yet touching his hardened cock or his aching balls.

Ezra's the first to start sucking him off. Dirty words mixed with his dirty mouth. You both take turns pleasing Frankie with your tongues and lips and salivas. Frankie's so desperate to come, but Ezra talks him down. Reminds him of the journey--reminds him that it's okay to slow down.

Frankie comes too soon anyway. But it doesn't end the night. You and Ezra keep going. Keep soothing him with your words, your touches, your mouths. Eventually you both take turns riding him. First you, then Ezra. until Frankie's so overstimulated he shouts out "yellow!" and you both immediately slow down, separate. You don't want to push him too far. He's the most delicate out of the three of you. It would truly kill you to harm him in any way.

And when the scene is done, and Frankie's hands are untied. He pulls you both into his arms, clinging desperately and crying. Catharsis. In the hands of his two best friends. In the hands of two people who understand a side of him that he's never shown anyone else. Safety and security in a way he didn't realize was possible--not in all the dangers he's faced in his life. And not in the way he's faced with his fellow soldiers. This was something different--no more or less personal than his time with Santi and the rest. Just different.

And he regrets keeping you close and letting the cum dry on his skin, but in a way, he doesn't. It was worth it to be near you and Ezra's warm bodies at the time. It gave ease to his nervous system to feel the heartbeat of his two partners. His forever companions.

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@perotovar THE BOYZ

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Doing It All For Us (Pt. 7)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary:

Warnings: Language, knives, sadism, fighting, neglect,

Word Count: 4.7k+

Your fingers traced over the small scar now forming right above your heart. RC. You wince at the pain but can't help but smile as you remember the events that took place a few nights ago.

You and Rafe experienced a whole new side of each other. A side where God wasn't present and the Devil himself controlled you like puppets. That's what happens when sex is fueled by angst and cocaine.

I want my name on your skin

The words lingered in your head. "I want to feel something," You had said, your body numb to the drugs. You pick up the knife that rested on your bed and held it out to Rafe. "Put your initials on me."

Rafe looked at you with wide eyes. "I can't hurt you."

"I like the pain," You whisper guiding his hand over your heart. "I want you to mark me as yours." You lay back on your bed, pulling Rafe on top of you. "Right here." You tap the skin right above your left breast.

"A-are you sure?"

"I'm sure, baby." You beam up at him.

Rafe offers a devilish grin and slowly begins to carve into your skin. You hiss in both pain and pleasure at the sensation. Feeling the knife glide across your skin has a heat growing between your legs.

"Done," He says, smiling up at you. He brushes his thumb across the fresh wound, wiping away the blood before bringing it to his mouth and licking it off. "Your turn."

You smile and roll him over so that you're straddling him. You help him pull his shirt off, licking your lips at the sight of him. "You're so handsome," You say softly. Beads of sweat clung to his skin in the dim light of your bedroom. His usually perfect hair was now messy and falling in his face. His mouth opened slightly as he grew hard underneath you, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him.

You lean down and place a kiss where you intend to mark him as yours. "Oh, fuck!" He breathes as you get to work, slowly carving your initials into his perfect skin. "I love you so much," He whispered as he grew larger beneath you.

When you were finished, you admired your work. You had both taken your time, to make sure it would look good when it healed, and because for some reason the sensation was extremely arousing. You ran your tongue over your initials, licking up the blood that dripped from his skin.

"I love you too, King." You lean down and kiss him, letting him taste the blood that lingered on your tongue.

He moans into your mouth and pulls you closer to him. You grind your hips down on to him and you can feel him getting frustrated, wanting nothing more than to be inside you.

"Get undressed," He demands. You smile and do what he says, quickly ridding yourself of your shorts and shirt as he pulls his jeans off.

He picks you up and slams you against the wall. You gasp, shocked by the sudden gesture but a small smile breaks across your face. "You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" He says, trailing his lips over your neck, teasing you as he rubs the tip of his cock between your folds.

You wrap your legs around his waist, silently begging for him to push into you.

"Always having me worried about your psychotic ass,"

You bite your lip at his words. "Teach me a lesson," You whisper in his ear, feeling him come undone at the sound of your voice.

He thrusts into you. Hard. You cry out at the sudden sensation and dig your nails into his back. "That's right, baby, hold on to me." He pulls out and thrusts into you again. He reaches up and wraps his fingers in your hair, yanking your head back so you're looking him in the eyes.

He started moving faster and the sounds that escaped your lips were ungodly. He hadn't fucked you like this before. He was usually so gentle and careful with you. But tonight, he was like a hungry animal, and you absolutely loved it.

"Tell me you're mine," He pants between thrusts.

"I'm yours, Rafe. I'm all yours. Forever." You whine. You clit was rubbing against his skin just right and you could feel yourself reaching a whole new level of pleasure.

"I'd live for you," He whispers. "I'd kill for you. I'd die for you." Those last words sending you both into euphoric bliss.

"Oh my fucking God!" You scream as you release around his cock, hanging onto him for dear life.

Rafe growls into you skin as he pushes deep inside you, filling you up.

When you both finally come down from your highs, Rafe lazily carries you to you bed and you both collapse. You were both speechless as you tried to understand what just happened.

This memory played over and over again in your head as you brushed over your scar in the mirror. That was three days ago. Rafe's dad called him into work the next day and practically worked him to death the last few days.

But tonight, the Cameron's were hosting a dinner, you and your dad being the guests of honor.

You slipped into a champagne silk dress and some nude strappy wedges to match. Simple, yet elegant. You placed a bandaid over your healing wound. You were proud to have Rafe's initials embedded in your skin but you also didn't want to explain to your dad and Ward exactly what happened the other night.

"You ready, honey?" Your dad called from your bedroom door.

"Coming!" You said, giving yourself one last look in the mirror. Your loose curls fell past your shoulders, the signature 'R' hanging from your throat. Possessive. Rafe Cameron was possessive. He loved making it known that you belonged to him. But he never treated you like an object. He worshipped the ground you walked on.

He didn't mind other guys drooling over you. You were the baddest bitch on the island. On the fucking planet in his eyes. But it was made obvious that if anyone even tried to flirt with you, they'd end up in a body bag. You were Rafe's and Rafe was yours. The whole island feared the two of you as they watched you spiral into some kind of psychotic love for one another.

You ran downstairs and met your dad at the front door. "You look beautiful, honey." He said as he looked you over.

You offered a shy smile. "Thank you." Ever since your mom died your dad did the bare minimum to take care of you. He worked hard, made sure you had food on the table, nannies came and went. But for some reason, he didn't want to be a dad. He pretended, sure. Complimenting you, telling you he loves you, all the stuff a parent is supposed to do. But looking you in the eyes was rare.

You reminded him of her. Of your mother. Your hair, your eyes, the way you carried yourself. You reminded him of what he lost. The women he loved fell victim to a random home invasion. He was grateful his only child had survived. The one piece of his wife he had left. But it was hard to look at you. He loved you. He did. But he swallowed that love, knowing you could be taken from the earth at any time as well. It was his grief and trauma that prevented him from being a real father. Nevertheless, he made sure you would never have to work a day in your life. You got everything you wanted and more. That was his idea of love. Oblivious to the fact that all you really wanted was your father to be there for you.

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"Nice place," Your dad says as he pulls into Tannyhill.

"Yeah, I've been here a few times. We usually hang out at our house." You say.

"That boy treating you well?" He asks.

"Yeah, he's amazing." You gush.

"What happened here?" You dad asks, pointing to the bandaid on your chest.

"Oh, uhm, cigarette burn." You lie.

"Smoking isn't lady like."

"I know," You sigh before climbing out of the car and heading towards the door.

Your dad follows you and rings the doorbell. You straighten your dress, almost nervous to see Rafe. It'd been three days. Three days since one of the most intense and beautiful nights of your life. Thinking about it gave you butterflies.

"Elliot! Y/N!" Ward says as he opens the door. "Please, come in!"

"Good to see you, Ward!" Elliot says, shaking his hand.

You walk in behind your dad. Smiling sweetly at Ward. "Y/N! How are you?" He asks.

"I'm good, Mr. Cameron." You say. "How are you?"

"Doing well, thanks! Rafe will be down in just a moment. He was just finishing up some work."

You all make your way to the lounge. You scoff under your breath as you see Sarah and John B talking on the couch. Sarah glares in your direction and you shoot daggers back at her until she finally avoids your gaze.

"Hey baby!" You hear Rafe's voice behind you. You turn and beam up at him. His hair slicked back, navy blue button up and slacks. He looked so fucking good.

All you could do was squeal and throw yourself into his arms. "I missed you so much!"

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, lifting you off the ground. "I missed you too, baby girl." He said as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

"Fucking vampires," You hear Sarah whisper to John B. You choose to ignore it. It was obvious she had seen Rafe's wound at some point. As ready as you were to bash Sarah's head in, you were more ready to sit and love on your boyfriend.

You and Rafe approach the bar. He pours you a glass of wine and pours himself a whiskey.

Ward and Elliot begin discussing business, sucking Rafe into the conversation. You couldn't care less but you lean back against Rafe's chest as his hand rests on your hip. You just needed to be close to him.

You zone out of the conversation, focus on the way Rafe's fingers glide along your hip and thigh. Turning you on right in front of your parents.

"Dinner's ready!" Rose finally announces and you all make your way to the dining room. Rafe pulls out your chair for you, making sure you're comfortable before he takes his place beside you, resting his hand on your thigh.

The two of you sat across form John B and Sarah. The men at one end of the table while the women sat at the other. You picked at your food as listened to the non stop business talk, rolling your eyes as you were bored out of your mind.

"So, Y/N, did Rafe mark you the same way you marked him?" She smirked, running her hand over her chest referring to the bandaid that obviously sat on yours.

Rafe dropped his fork on his plate, making a loud clanking noise and earning the attention of the rest of the table. "Why don't you ever mind your own business, Sarah?"

"Mark?" Elliot asks. Everyone looking between the two of you now.

"Rafe, what did you-" Ward begins but you quickly cut him off.

"I don't know what mark she's talking about. I burned myself with a cigarette." You stated sourly. "I'd be more concerned about the fact you and John B are fucking in the bell tower. I hope you have your tetanus shot!" You smirk.

"Y/N!" Your dad hisses.

"You fucking bitch!" Sarah says.

"Sarah!" Ward spits.

You couldn't help but smile at the chaos unfolding around you. If she wants to play this game you'll show her how it's done.

"Okay, everyone calm down!" Rose yells.

The table goes quiet. Rafe snickers beside you. You chew on your cheek as your try to hold back your laugh.

Your dad gives you and Rafe a disapproving look but you shrug it off.

Ward, however, cowers at your father's expression. Knowing his son was the reason for this behavior.

"Rafe, can I speak to you in private please?" Ward says as he stands from the table.

You can hear Rafe swallow his nerves and you squeeze his hand for comfort. He stands up and follows his dad to the office.

Rose sighs as she accepts the fact that the dinner her and Wheezie slaved over was ruined.

You looked up and saw John B eyeing the bandaid on your chest.

"Keep your eyes on her tits," You spit, nodding to Sarah. "Fucking Pogue."

Sarah stands up and you do too. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"You, Princess!" You spit back at her. "Why don't we take this shit outside?! I'm sick of the way you treat the people I love!"

Ward and Rafe come rushing back into the room right before you were about to lunge at Sarah. Rafe wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you back. John B does the same with Sarah.

"You know what?!" Elliot stands up. "I'm not sure I want my daughter around this family!"

Everyone freezes. Rafe clings to you tightly, as if you're about to be taken from him forever.

"If this is how your family does business, Ward-"

"Elliot, I-I'm sorry." Ward says.

"Y/N, we're leaving." He says as he steps towards you.

"Fuck you!" You spit, gripping Rafe's arm. "You're no fucking father! You don't get to sit here and judge this family when all you do pump money into my bank account and disappear for weeks!"

"Y/N-"

"I overdosed! I almost died. And you couldn't be bothered to answer the call. You couldn't even respond to the messages that me and Courtney and Rafe sent you!"

Your dad's face fell. Everyone else remained quiet.

"You miss mom. I get that. I miss her too. But after she died, you ignored me as much as possible. You still do. I needed you. Don't act like you care now." You say sadly. "Rafe's been more of a family to me than you've ever been."

Elliot sucks his lips between his teeth. Not sure how to respond to the ball you just dropped.

You laced your fingers between Rafe's and pulled him towards the front door. No one tried to stop you and for that you were grateful.

"Y/N, baby!" Rafe said, pulling you to a stop in the front yard. "Baby, are you okay?"

There were no tears in your eyes. "Fuck my dad," You spit. "I'm sorry that went so shitty. I just wanna be with you."

"I'll follow you anywhere, baby," Rafe says, pulling you into his chest.

"Let's go to Courtney's." You suggest.

"Whatever you want, my love."

You and Rafe lazily walk down the street, hand in hand as the sun sets. You couldn't help but smile as you trotted along next to him. It was rare the two of you just held hands and enjoyed the silence. You were usually all over eachother. You could hear the crickets chirping and the frogs croaking. The southern wildlife was actually a welcoming sound.

Courtney was on her front porch smoking a cigarette. "Well look what the gator coughed up," She smiles as she sees the two of you approach.

"Sup bitch?!" You say, skipping onto her porch and snatching the cigarette from her lips.

"Well don't you two look fancy," Courtney teases. "Evening at the Cameron's I assume?"

"Yeah, that went down hill fast," You say as you sit beside her, leaning into her shoulders as she wraps her arms around you.

"Our dads are dicks," Rafe adds.

"Hey, I get it," Courtney says. "My dads been cheating on my mom for years. They sleep in separate rooms."

"Rafe Cameron." A drunk Helena says as she steps out onto the porch.

"Good to see you, Mrs. Fields," Rafe says.

"I hear you're dating my sweet little pumpkin here." She says, brushing your hair behind your ear. "She behaving for you?"

Courtney holds you tight as you both chuckle.

"Nothin' but an angel," Rafe smiles. His eyes flicker to you, appreciating the way your tan skin glows in the moonlight.

"Well, you kids come inside, I'll make ya a drink!" Helena says.

You and Courtney hop up from the couch. You grab Rafe's hand and pull him inside. "So why do you two look so fancy?" Helena asks as she mixes up some margarita's.

"Tried to have a family dinner," You say. "Didn't go well."

"Daddy issues," Helena says.

"Mom!" Courtney hisses.

You laugh. "Yeah, pretty much. Sister issues, too."

Helena brings a tray of margaritas to the island where the three of you sat. You all take one.

"Holy shit, these are good." Rafe says as he sips his.

"Glad you like 'em, doll." Helena winks. "Take it easy, they are strong."

You and Courtney chuckle, already used to her moms margarita's. 90% tequila.

"You know, your momma would love him," Helena says, taking a sip of her drink and nodding towards Rafe.

Rafe looks around, semi-confused. "You knew Layla?" He asks.

"She was my goddamn best friend!" Helena laughs. "Why do you think these two are so close?" She gestures to you and Courtney.

You smile at her words. "Yeah, my mom would definitely love you." You tell Rafe.

Bright pink spreads across his cheeks as he looks down and tries to hide it.

"Wow, the Rafe Cameron blushing in my house. You must have him absolutely smitten," Helena says to you before heading upstairs. "You kids have fun! Don't fuck on my new couch!"

"Oh my God," Courtney says, pressing her palm to her forehead. "I apologize for my mother."

"It's fine, Court." You laugh. "Let's go watch a movie!"

You could see Rafe getting tipsy off his margarita and you giggled, pulling him into the basement behind you.

You all enter Courtney's giant theater room that sat just across from her bedroom in the basement. You pulled Rafe on to the giant Lovesac that sat in the corner of the room while Courtney flopped onto the couch. You kick your shoes off and Rafe takes off his jacket before you sink back into him, resting your head on his chest while he holds you tightly.

You watch as Courtney flips through the movie options, sipping her margarita loudly. "I'm sorry about Sarah." Rafe whispers against your temple. "And I'm sorry I made your dad hate me."

"You didn't do anything, Rafe." You look up to him. "Sarah's a bitch. My dad is an asshole. They don't matter. All that matters is you."

Rafe offers you a sad smile. One that breaks your heart. You know he just wants his dad to be proud of him. Now he feels like he fucked everything up with your dad as well.

You roll over and straddle his lap. He bites his lip and looks up at you with pain filled eyes. You rip the bandaid off your chest and point to his initials that are forever embedded in your skin. "This, Rafe. This means you and me against the world. Forever."

He reaches up and brushes his thumb over your wound. The sensation sends butterflies through your stomach. He smiles now, placing his hand over his heart where your initials sit under his shirt. You smile back at him, knowing the two of you are forever connected from the scars you share.

"Holy shit," Courtney says, snapping you out of the moment. "Did you guys cut eachother?" You and Rafe just look at eachother and laugh. "Ya'll are real freaky you know that? I'm going to make popcorn." She announces before heading back upstairs.

"What?" You ask as Rafe stares at you. He swore he could cry just looking into your diamond eyes. He'd never seen anyone or anything more beautiful. The thought of losing you made him physically ill.

"I'm so inlove with you," His voice was barely above a whisper as he reached up and cupped your face.

You blushed and leaned into his touch. "I'm so inlove with you, Rafe Cameron." You pressed a kiss to his palm before laying down beside him. He turned to face you and pressed his forehead to yours as you stared into eachother's eyes. You brought your hand up and tangled your fingers in his hair while he ran his fingers over your cheek.

"Ya'll are gross," Courtney said as she reentered the room, mouth full of popcorn.

You chuckle but you don't take your eyes off Rafe's, as if just by staring into his eyes you're able to learn all the secrets of the universe. You knew, from the bottom of your heart, that you would absolutely die for this man.

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You woke up still clinging to Rafe. He held on to you so tightly you knew you would be sore but you loved the feeling. He was still asleep and you smiled at him, appreciating how innocent he looked. His hair fell in his face, lips parted as he snored softly. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and slowly tried to crawl away from him.

"Mmm no," He groans, pulling you back to him.

You chuckle. "Morning baby, did you sleep okay?"

"Always sleep good with you," His voice was soft and raspy and it turned you on. You hated the fact you were in Courtney's basement right now.

"Oh, good, you're up." Courtney says as she enters the room. "You're dad's been calling non-stop. He even called me and my parents.

"What the fuck?" You ask as you reach over and grab your phone to see all the missed calls and messages. Your dad couldn't be bothered when you almost died but now he wants to worry?

You sigh as you sit up. Your finger hovers over the call button. After a few moments of contemplating, you decide to call.

Hello?

He picks up on the second ring.

Dad? Why did you call me so much?

He sighs. Look, Y/N. I'd like to talk to you about last night.

What about it? You ask dryly.

I'd rather talk in person. Can you meet me at the club?

I don't know...

You can bring Rafe.

You consider it for a moment as you look back at Rafe. His eyes were locked on you, running his fingers down your spine. Your dad didn't sound mad anymore, but you also didn't want to risk him yelling at Rafe in the club.

"My dad wants us to meet him," You whisper to Rafe. He chews on his lip nervously but nods in agreement.

Okay. We'll be there in an hour.

You hang up the phone and sit quietly for a moment. "Is everything okay, angel?" Rafe asked, sitting up and wrapping his arm around your waist.

"He says he wants to talk about last night."

You could tell Rafe was nervous, but he would do anything to show your dad he loves you. "Okay. I can drive us."

You nod. Rafe places a kiss on your temple and stands up. "I'll run home and get the truck and come back."

"Thanks, babe." You smile at him. He smiles back before taking off.

"Court, can I borrow some clothes?" You ask.

"You know where the closet is," She waves you off as she scrolls through Instagram. "So what happened last night?"

You pick through her closet, grabbing a pair of shorts and a band shirt. Motley Crue. Not exactly what you'd normally wear to the club but you didn't care.

"Fucking Sarah, dude!" You said as you threw on the clothes. "She started shit during dinner. I was about to beat her ass."

"What did she say?" Courtney asks, sitting up now.

"She tried to call me and Rafe out on this," You say pointing to your chest. "So I told everyone she was fucking John B in the bell tower." You grin.

"Ha! Petty. I love it!" Courtney squealed.

"Yeah, but then my dad started saying he doesn't want me around their family and I popped off on him. I told him he's always been a shitty dad and he can't tell me what to do. Then we left and came here."

"Shit."

"Yeah, I have no idea what to expect when we get there."

"Text me after, yeah?"

"Of course. I'm gonna go meet Rafe. Love you!" You say as you walk upstairs.

Rafe pulled up right as you walked outside. He jumped out of the truck and ran to the passenger side door. He changed. He was in shorts and a polo shirt now. His hair still slightly messy as if he quickly tried to slick it back.

"Hey, gorgeous!" He says excitedly as he helps you into the truck. Once your buckled in he goes back to his side and starts the truck. "You ready to go?"

"Not really," You grumble. "Did your parents say anything?"

Rafe shook his head. "No one was home." You nod and sit quietly. "Hey, baby," He says, reaching over and taking your hand. "It's going to be okay."

You started getting nervous as you pulled into the club. So many emotions were running through your head and you didn't know what to expect.

Rafe parks and turns the truck off. You stare at the entrance of the club. "What if he kicks me out? Cuts me off..." You say softly.

"You'll come live with me."

You turn to look at him. Worry in your eyes knowing his dad has no issue kicking him out too.

"We will figure it out. Together. You and me against the world right?" He smiles, squeezing your hand.

You smile back. You enjoyed the life you lived. All the luxuries. But you would give it all up as long as you got to keep Rafe forever.

You nod and hop out of the truck. Rafe holds your hand as you walk into the club. You see your dad sitting on the deck outside and you slowly make your way towards him, Rafe close behind you.

"Y/N," Elliot says, standing up and attempting to hug you. You shy away, brows furrowed as you tried to take in his expression. He was hurt but he understood. "Please, sit."

You and Rafe sit down hesitantly. Rafe holds your hand tightly under the table, equally as nervous as you.

"I, uh, I talked things over with Ward." Elliot said.

Rafe squeezed you tighter.

"Everything is fine. We worked it all out."

You can feel Rafe relax a little.

"Y/N...I..."

Your face twitched as you waited patiently for his next words.

"I'm so sorry."

You look down, trying to hide your tears. You didn't realize your dad was tearing up too.

"I should have been there for you. I should have always been there for you. I'm so sorry I've been such a shitty father. I can't take it back, but I want you to know I love you."

You were crying now, Rafe pulled you into him and held you as you sobbed silently, running his fingers over your exposed skin.

"And Rafe, I'm sorry for the things I said last night. I can't thank you enough for being there for her when she..."

Rafe clenches his jaw, shooting daggers at Elliot. He wanted your dad to accept him but he also hated what he's put you through.

"Overdosed." Rafe stated. His simple word made it real. He made it known that it had happened even though Elliot had avoided dealing with it. Rafe was the one that rocked you to sleep every night. Rafe was the one that held your hair back as you puked your guts out. Rafe was the one that made you food and held ice to your head as he tried to break your fever. He wanted Elliot to know you had almost died and he was the one that took care of you. Not him.

"Overdosed." Elliot repeats sadly.

You were hiding your face in Rafe's shoulder now. You really couldn't think of anything to say. An apology wasn't going to cut it.

"I'm going away for a while." Elliot finally says.

"What else is new," You mutter.

"It's to this retreat type thing. A place that helps you deal with grief. If I'm going to be a better father to you I have to start by getting help first."

You finally look up to him now. Yesterday's make up running down your tear stricken face. "How long?"

"Three months."

You swallow and nod. You were used to your dad not being around. Atleast this time he'd be getting help.

"Ward and I worked out a deal."

You and Rafe both look up. "What deal?" Rafe asks.

"Your dad will fill you in when it's time. You're both adults and free to do as you please, but you will both be taken care of. The Cameron's will be there for you if you need anything, Y/N."

Your eyes narrow. Unsure exactly what he means. Elliot offers you a small smile before standing up and grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

"Rafe," he says as he slips his jacket on. "Take care of my daughter."

Rafe nods and squeezes you.

Elliot leans down and places a kiss on your head. "I love you, honey. I'll see you soon."

And with that, your dad walks away.

You just sat, staring at the space in front of you. You couldn't bring yourself to speak or move. You were comatose.

"Baby girl," You felt Rafe whisper against your temple.

You closed your eyes at the sound of his sweet voice. But you couldn't stop thinking about how badly you wanted to stick a needle in your arm.

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Moment of truth—

Nico Hischier x Angie Chandler

In which Angie tells her boys about her new found relationship with Nico

Warning: 18+ content/smut below the cut: nothing extremely explicit or intense, just really sweet and soft sex!! Definitely giving Munch!Nico!! Also, there is a plot and a little angst, but not too much and nothing too deep. If there's anything you think I left out, please lmk!!

Au Masterlist!!

Angie was practically vibrating in her car seat as she waited for Nico just outside the Detroit airport. Her hands absentmindedly white-knuckling the steering wheel with nerves as she waited for the man she hadn't seen in nearly two months.

She had been itching to get her lips on his for the past few weeks, the distance unbearable as the excitement of their trip crept up on them. And finally, it was time, they were to be reunited in just under fifteen minutes as she waited for him at the arrivals door, waiting for him to grab his luggage and gear before finally seeing each other again.

It wasn't hard convincing Jack to let her have a mysterious guest for the rest of the summer until she and the man would do a little road trip back to Jersey.

Jack was a bit clueless about the whole affair, despite a few near slips—texts he shouldn’t have seen, conversations he overheard when she snuck off to call Nico. But even with the hints, Jack hadn’t pieced together that the man on the other end of the line was Nico.

A gentle tap on the passenger seat window pulled her from her thoughts. There stood Nico in his tanned glory, dimples on display as she unbuckled and hopped out of the car to get her hands on the man she had been aching to see for weeks upon weeks.

She shoved her face into the crook of his neck as he pulled her flush against his chest.

"I missed you so much," she mumbled into his skin as his hands travelled up her back, gripping her shirt and the other cradling the back of her head before he pulled away to look at her. He quietly admired her freckled skin and the slight sunburn that blessed her cheeks before he laid a gentle kiss on her lips.

She melted into him as she felt his lips pull into a smile. The two of them attempted to fight off their grins in hopes of deepening the kiss, but their smiles were too wide as they both pulled away. Cheeks tinted pink as they stared at each other, laughter broke out as they came to realize how dramatic the two of them must look to the strangers passing by.

“I missed you too,” Nico chuckled, pulling her back into his chest. Angie buried her face in his shirt again, savouring the feeling of his arms around her. His cheek pressed against the top of her head, and they stood there momentarily, just soaking in the warmth of each other’s presence.

It wasn't long before they were both back in her car, a tired Nico to her right as she drove along the highway. He spent a while telling her all about training, how his mom was, and what Luca and Nina would be doing for the rest of the summer before he asked about her trip back to Dallas to visit her parents and brother, which had been good but nothing too exciting to report back about.

"So, I was thinking we just get the whole were dating thing out of the way today," she said shyly as she looked over to Nico, whose hand was intertwined with hers. "Whatever you're comfortable with," he shrugged, "if you're ready to tell them, then I am too."

Angie's eyes softened as she looked over to him, words of love danced on her tongue but dared not to leave her mouth as she brought his hand up to her mouth and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"You're perfect, did you know that?" She watched as his grin grew, "I try," he said smugly before her eyes returned to the road.

As she pulled into the driveway, a wave of nerves hit her. Telling Jack, Luke, and the rest of the boys about her relationship with Nico had seemed simple in theory, but now, as they were about to walk through that door and face the boys, the reality of it settled in. Angie squeezed Nico’s hand, drawing strength from his calm presence, and took a deep breath.

It was time to let the secret out.

“You ready?” Nico asked, his voice soft as he squeezed her hand gently. Angie nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, “Yeah, let’s get this over with,” she mumbled, leaning over to press a short kiss to his lips.

They stepped out of the car, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the yard. Nico grabbed his suitcase from the trunk, and together, they walked toward the front door. The sound of laughter drifted from inside the lakehouse, a reminder of the easygoing atmosphere they were about to disrupt.

Angie hesitated for a split second before opening the door, Jack and Quinn were in the living room, engrossed in some old footage of a devil's games on the big-screen TV. The clatter of the door closing behind them caught their attention, and both boys turned to look, expecting to see Angie returning from her trip to the airport.

“Hey, you’re back!” Jack called out, pausing the game, “How was the drive?” “Not too bad,” Angie replied, her voice a little higher than usual as Luke and a few of his college friends pilled into the living room along with some of Jack and Quinn's friends.

She stepped aside, revealing Nico standing just behind her, his dimples deepening as he smiled at the boys.

“Nico?” Luke said, surprise lighting up his features. “What are you doing here?” Angie's eye travelled over to Quinn, who was watching the whole encounter with a knowing look. Nico shrugged, trying to play it casually, “figured I’d crash your summer for a bit if that’s cool.”

Jack’s eyes widened in realization, his mind quickly connecting the dots, “wait, is Nico the ‘mysterious guest’ you mentioned?” Angie bit her lip, nodding as she looked between Jack and Quinn. “Yeah, he is. I, uh, I wanted to keep it a surprise.”

Jack got up to hug Nico, "No need to keep it a surprise, of course, we want him here!" Luke's brows slowly began to furrow as he watched Angie's face, a look of nerves on her expression as Jack and Nico dapped each other up.

Oblivious to the growing awkwardness, Jack continued speaking as he moved around the room. “Anyway, we’ll have to rearrange the sleeping situation. I thought Angie was inviting her boyfriend, so we didn’t prepare anything, but—” "You really don't have to!" Angie said, cheeks a deep red. Jack waved off her concern, scoffing at her suggestion, "I'm not making him sleep on the couch with Luca and Adam. We can figure something-" "No, Jack, we want to share a room," Angie finally spoke up as the room went silent.

Everything was tense for a second, the only one who looked unphased was Quinn, who had been quietly observing from the back of the room and struggled to suppress his laughter, knowing full well how this revelation was about to land. Meanwhile, the other boys stood wide-eyed, jaws dropped, processing what Angie had just said.

A loud laugh left Josh's mouth as he collapsed on the couch beside Quinn, which gained him a glare from Angie and a smack from Quinn.

Jack blinked, taking a second to register the statement. Then, to Angie’s surprise, he simply nodded and returned to the couch.

“Okay,” he said, with no further comment or outburst.

He picked up the remote and pressed play, resuming the game as if nothing had happened. Angie, still standing, watched him in disbelief, “You don’t have any questions?” she asked, trailing after him, trying to gauge his reaction. Jack shook his head, eyes fixed on the TV. “Nope,” he replied, completely tuning out the conversation.

"I have questions," Luke mumbled with his hand in the air as Nico grinned at him and shrugged at the tension that seemed to overtake the room. "We can talk about it later, Lu, I'm gonna bring Nico upstairs," she said with a little heartbreak in her voice as she turned to lead Nico out of the room.

She couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions—relief that the secret was out, but also a bit of heartbreak at how nonchalantly it had been received. It wasn’t that she wanted a dramatic reaction, but she had hoped for a little more acknowledgment of what this meant for her and Nico.

The door to her bedroom shut behind them as Nico pulled her into his chest and crashed onto her soft mattress, ruining the freshly made bed she had done up for him. Nico’s lips found the frown that had settled on her face, kissing it away gently, then trailing down her neck in a series of soft, tender pecks.

Each kiss was a quiet reassurance, a wordless promise that everything was okay. His touch was soothing, a deliberate distraction from the worries that had been gnawing at her since they walked into the house.

"You okay," he mumbled against her skin as he laid down beside her, the jetlag slowly taking over as he looked at her with tired eyes. "It's fine," she shrugged and rolled on top of him to rest her head on his chest, her fingers drawing little circles onto his forearm as she held him closely.

Nico's hand ran down her back, pulling her closer as he spoke, "Don’t let it get to you. He'll come around, it’s just a lot to process.” Angie nodded, feeling a little foolish for letting it bother her so much. “I know. I just… wanted it to be more of a moment, you know?” Nico smiled as he brought her hand up to his lips to place a kiss on her wrist, “It is a moment. Our moment. And it doesn’t matter how anyone else reacts as long as we’re happy.”

Angie opened her eyes, meeting his gaze as her fingers gently ran over his bearded jaw. The sincerity in his eyes made her heart swell, and she felt a wave of affection wash over her. “You always know exactly what to say,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. “That’s my job,” Nico teased, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “now, let’s just enjoy this time together, okay? The rest will work itself out.”

Within a few moments, Nico’s breathing slowed, his body relaxing into the bed as sleep overtook him. She listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear, her own eyes growing heavy as the comfort of his presence lulled her toward sleep.

★★★★

Luke gently knocked on the door and cracked it open, not looking inside at the half-awake couple who leaned against one another at the boy in the door with his eyes covered and facing away just in case. "Quinn and Dalton made dinner, yours is on the table"

Angie sat up slowly, careful not to disturb Nico as she rubbed her eyes of any remaining sleep. His hand instinctively tightened around her waist as she moved around on the bed, a sleepy mumble escaping his lips, but he didn’t fully wake up.

“Thanks, Luke,” she said softly, trying not to wake Nico. She could see Luke’s awkward stance at the door, hands covering his eyes like he expected to walk in on something.

She smiled at his awkwardness as she told him that he could look in the room, his face slightly red and embarrassed as he smiled at the sight of Angie wrapped up in Nico's hold. A little in awe of how natural they looked together, even in their tired states.

“Uhh, no problem,” Luke replied, “just wanted to make sure you both ate, Quinn doesn't want it to get cold before you come down.” “We’ll be down in a few,” she assured him, glancing back at Nico’s peaceful expression.

Luke nodded, backing out of the room quickly. Once the door clicked shut, Angie turned her attention back to Nico, who blinked awake, groggy but smiling up at her.

“Dinner’s ready,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead as his brows furrowed with a dazed look. Nico stretched, his arms lazily wrapping as tight as possible around her, pulling her back down into his chest as he rolled over to secure her in place, “let’s skip it, I just want to stay here with you.” She laughed softly, resting her forehead against his. “We can’t hide up here forever. Come on, food will help with the jetlag.”

Nico groaned but reluctantly let her slip out of his hold, “fine, but only because Jack wasn't the one who cooked,” he said, his voice still heavy with sleep as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Angie smiled as she pulled her hair back into a loose bun, watching him slowly get to his feet and make his way to her side, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. Despite her lingering nerves about the reveal to Jack and the others, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, his hands squeezing the plush of her hips as he once again pressed a reassuring kiss to her neck.

Being with Nico made everything seem a little more manageable, and she couldn’t help but feel lucky to have him by her side.

"Ready?" she asked, extending her hand to him. Nico took it, lacing his fingers through hers as they headed downstairs together, ready to face the boys once more.

As they got down to the dining room, all the boys crowded around the table and yelled out in cheers at the sleepy-looking couple, who looked half awake and a little giddy at the newfound excitement.

Angie smiled as she maneuvered her way around the kitchen, Nico trailing close behind, hand in hers, as she led him around and helped get both of them plates of dinner.

The tension was still very palpable in the room, her eyes trailing over to Jack, who was staring at the two, silently watching before he gently shook his head and looked down at his plate.

Angie let out a soft huff, feeling the weight of Jack's silent stare. She knew he was processing everything, but the tension was still there, lingering in the air like a heavy cloud. Nico, ever attuned to her emotions, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as he pulled her flush against his chest before he smoothly grabbed their plates from the counter and followed her to the table.

They sat down, and the conversation in the room resumed, though it was clear Jack's mood had shifted. Angie tried to focus on the food and the laughter of the other boys, but she couldn’t shake the unease that came with Jack’s quiet reaction.

Nico leaned in, his voice low and in her ear, “Give him some time, you know he’ll come around.” Angie nodded, grateful for Nico’s understanding, as she leaned into his frame. She glanced at Jack again, who was now pushing food around his plate, lost in thought.

Quinn, noticing the tension, spoke up, trying to diffuse the situation, “So, Nico, how long are you staying?” Quinn asked, his tone light and casual, steering the conversation into safer territory. Nico smiled, glancing at Angie before answering she plastered a smile on her face and watched as he interacted with the boys, “We've got a little before training camp, so I’ll be here for a week or so, and then she thought we’d do a little road trip after, maybe head back to Jersey.”

Luke, ever the instigator, chimed in with a grin. “A road trip, huh? Sounds like an adventure. You guys gonna let Jack and me tag along?” Angie laughed, shaking her head. “Sorry, Luke, I think this one’s just for us,” she reached over the table and ruffled his messy curls and flicking him in the forehead.

The table erupted in playful banter again, but Jack remained quiet, his silence louder than the conversation around them. As the meal wound down, Angie decided she couldn’t leave things unresolved with Jack. She stood, squeezing Nico’s shoulder, pressing a sneaky kiss to his jaw as a silent promise before walking over to Jack, who was still sitting at the table.

“Can we talk?” she asked softly. Jack looked up at her, his expression unreadable as gave her a look that resembled somewhat disinterest.

After a moment, he nodded and stood up from the table to follow her out onto the back porch, where the evening air was cool and quiet. Angie turned to face him, her hands fidgeting as she tried to find the right words. “I know this is a lot, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. But, Jack, I’m happy, he makes me happy.”

Jack leaned against the porch railing, not looking at her while running a hand through his hair, “I know he does,” he said quietly as he finally looked at her for a second, her eyes kinda glossed over as she waited for any sign of forgiveness.

"I'm tired, Ange," he said, shutting down the conversation before it had even started, her eyes full of hurt as she leaned against the railing next to him, "let's save this for the morning."

She nodded shortly, her eyes welling with tears as she let him return to the boys, taking a deep breath, she rubbed her eyes and slowly made her way back into the house. Everyone was still gathered around the table and living room, laughter and conversation continuing as if nothing had happened.

She spotted Luke sitting a little off to the side, quietly talking to one of his friends, he looked up at the girl, who looked visibly upset as she made her way over to him. Luke noticed her approaching and immediately gave her a knowing look, excusing himself from the conversation and patting the spot on the couch next to him.

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes scanning her face with concern, "You okay?" Angie shook her head, “I tried talking to Jack,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“He just... shut me down. Told me he was tired and didn’t want to talk until the morning.” Luke frowned, his brows knitting together in concern, “what did you say to him?” “I told him how happy Nico makes me, that I’m sorry I didn’t tell him sooner.”

She sniffled, wiping her eyes quickly, embarrassment filling her face as she looked around to make sure no one was watching her emotional breakdown, “he barely looked at me." Luke sighed, leaning in closer to be quieter and crossing his arms, “Jack cares. A lot. You know how he is— he’s just not great with emotions, especially when it comes to big changes. This is probably a lot for him to process.” “I get that, but...” Angie’s voice cracked again, “It still hurts me, you know? I thought he’d at least try to understand.”

Luke nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at her, arm now wrapping around her shoulders, “I know it does. But you’re like his sister, Ange, and Nico is his friend, so it's probably confusing. He’ll come around, it's not like we never noticed something was going on, he probably just thought you didn't reciprocate the feelings.”

Angie wiped another tear from her cheek, feeling a small wave of relief wash over her at Luke’s words as she leaned into his comforting side. For the first time ever, she could admit that Luke was being rational. Jack wasn’t one to handle change easily, especially when it involved someone he cared about so deeply. She just wished he would’ve given her a little more than silence.

“Thanks, Luke,” she said softly, managing a weak smile. “I just hate feeling like I’ve upset him.” Luke smiled back, reaching out to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You haven’t. Trust me. He's weird, you know that, he’ll come around," he poked her side as she grinned at him.

Angie nodded, feeling a little lighter as she took in Luke’s reassurance, watching his grin turn cheeky as she finally gave him a smile, “I hope so. I just don’t want things to be weird between us.” “They won’t be,” Luke assured her, “Once he’s had time to process, he’ll feel like such a dick. You two are close, that’s not going to change.”

"Thank you." He shrugged nonchalantly, "Just doing my job as the chill younger brother, I guess.” She laughed softly as she awkwardly hugged him from her spot on the couch, "Well, you’re pretty good at it.”

★★★★

Nico found himself sitting next to Quinn in the pool room after dinner, watching the others as they played a round, but the two sat in comfortable silence. Jack had retreated to his room, clearly needing space, and Angie was talking to Luke in the living room, so the air seemed thick with a mix of excitement and tension, but Nico couldn’t ignore the weight of his own thoughts.

Quinn, always observant, noticed Nico’s quiet demeanour and tilted his head toward the back porch, “need some air?” he asked. Nico nodded, appreciating the subtle invitation to talk before they stepped outside, the cool night breeze offering a much-needed reprieve from the crowded house.

For a few moments, they stood in silence, just listening to the rustling of the trees and the distant laughter inside.

Finally, Quinn broke the silence. “So… you and Angie.” He said it calmly, but there was a hint of something deeper in his voice, a protectiveness Nico had come to expect from the eldest Hughes brother. Angie Chandler was an honourary Hughes in the eyes of the brothers, which had been clear to anyone who witnessed the dynamic between the four of them.

“Yeah,” Nico replied with a small smile, glancing at Quinn, who looked pleased, “It’s been a while now. We just wanted to make sure it was the right time to tell everyone.” Quinn nodded, his hand in his pockets, and the other held a beer close to his chest as he looked at the gentle ripples on the water just in their backyard.

“I knew, Angie told me, Jack’s not the best at picking up on those things, but I saw it.” Nico chuckled softly. “Yeah, I figured she had said something to you, but Jack’s… Jack.” his voice grew more serious as he continued, “I know this is probably a lot to take in. Angie means a lot to me, and I want you to know that I’m serious about her.”

Quinn stayed quiet for a moment, processing Nico’s words, “She means a lot to all of us,” he finally said, pointing in the window at his brother but also to his friends, past teammates, and a found family that had been formed in the heart of Michigan and continued to grow, his tone steady but laced with concern.

“You make her happy, I can see that. But I also know how hard it’s been for her, you know?” Nico’s brow furrowed, sensing where Quinn was going with this. “I know she went through a lot before,” he said softly, thinking of all the conversations he and Angie had shared about her struggles. “And I’d never do anything to hurt her.”

Quinn’s gaze turned sharper, though not unkind, “I believe you. But you didn’t see her after she didn’t get drafted. She was in a rough place for a long time. It wasn’t just disappointment, it was like… she lost herself for a while.” His voice softened as he continued, “We were all worried about her. I don’t want to see her like that again.”

Nico’s heart tightened at Quinn’s words, understanding the depth of the concern behind them.

“I’ve heard about some of it,” he admitted, “she’s talked to me about how hard that time was for her. And trust me, Quinn, I’m not here to add to her pain. Angie’s strong, but she’s also been through more than most people realize. That’s part of why I love her.” Quinn’s eyes flickered with surprise at Nico’s honesty. The sincerity in his words seemed to reach him, and he gave a small nod of approval.

“I can see you’re good for her,” Quinn said quietly, “and she’s good for you, too. I’m not trying to scare you off. I just needed to know you understand what you’re getting into.” Nico let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, grateful for Quinn’s words. “I do. And I’m not going anywhere.” He paused, then added, “Angie… she brings out the best in me. I’m a better person when I’m with her. I think we balance each other in a way that makes sense.” Quinn nodded again, his usual stoic expression softening just a bit. “That’s what matters. As long as she’s happy, and you’re both good for each other… that’s all I care about.”

He leaned back against the porch railing, the tension between them easing, “I guess I’m just being overprotective. It’s hard not to be, after everything.” Nico smiled faintly, understanding exactly where Quinn was coming from, “I get it. You’re looking out for her, just like you always have. I would do the same for my sister.”

Quinn glanced at him, his lips twitching upward in the faintest hint of a smile. “Well, then we are on the same page,” he muttered, the smallest trace of humour in his voice, “just… don’t mess this up.” “I won’t,” Nico said, his tone serious again. “I care about her too much to let that happen.” The eldest Hughes nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence again, the tension from earlier now replaced with a quiet understanding. Nico felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that he had Quinn’s cautious but genuine approval.

★★★★

Later that night, after the house had quieted down and everyone had retreated to their rooms, Nico and Angie found themselves back in her room, the air between them buzzing with a mixture of emotions. The conversations with both Jack and Quinn had taken a toll on Angie, and Nico could sense the weight of the day still lingering in her tense shoulders.

Nico closed the door softly behind them, locking the rest of the world out. He stepped toward her, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her arm. “You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice gentle as his eyes searched hers for any sign of discomfort.

Angie turned toward him, her eyes filled with exhaustion and longing. “Yeah,” she whispered, leaning into his touch. “It’s just been a long day.” She pouted slightly as he nodded along with her words. The doings of the day were emotionally draining, and that isn't even taking into consideration the flight he had taken just the night before to make his return to the States.

Nico wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and then one to the supple skin of her cheek. “I know,” he murmured, “but we’re here now. Just us.”

His words hung in the air, and Angie found herself relaxing in his embrace. She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face, admiring the deep dimples that were poking at his cheeks as he smiled fondly at her, and finally. Landing on the soft curve of his lips. She rose up on her toes and kissed him softly, her lips lingering against his as a quiet sigh escaped her.

Nico responded with a gentle intensity, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her even closer as he walked them further into the room and closer to the end of the bed. The kiss deepened as their bodies pressed together, the day’s tension melting away with each passing second. Angie’s fingers found their way into his hair, tugging lightly at the strands on the back of his neck as she lost herself in the feeling of him, the warmth of his body grounding her in the moment.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against hers as he whispered, “I love you, Ange.” His words were a quiet promise, filled with all the care and affection he felt for her. “I love you too, Nico,” she breathed, her voice soft but certain.

Without another word, he backed her up to the exact edge of the bed, his hands gently sliding down to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly as his eyes met hers in a silent question. Angie nodded, giving him permission as she raised her arms, allowing him to pull the fabric over her head. "You're beautiful," he mumbled to himself as his hands found their way to her hips again, his thumbs tracing gentle circles against her skin as he kissed her once more, slower this time, savouring the moment before lowering her onto the mattress.

Angie’s fingers worked at the buttons of her shorts and then back up to pull his shirt over his head, her hands moving with a newfound urgency as she pulled the fabric over his head to give her a clear view of his broad shoulders and toned chest, letting it fall out of sight and out of mind. Their movements were fluid and unhurried, Nico laid down on the mattress beside her and flipped her over her to be on top.

Their bodies tangled together on the sheets, there was no more hesitation as she pressed a multitude of kisses to his stubble-covered jaw, never getting enough of the summer beard. A laugh left his lips as he pinched her side, which caused her to jump a little, her eyes a little hazy as she pulled away to let him examine her slightly bruised lips. Their touches became more deliberate as his thumb ran over her bottom lips to remind her of where she was before she leaned in once again to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

This moment had been one the two had been dreaming of since she left him in Switzerland a few months back. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she took in just how lucky she was to have him back in her arms and under her.

Nico’s hands roamed over her body, every touch sending sparks of warmth through her as she arched her back at the sensation of her hands on her skin, pulling him closer with each passing second.

"What do you need?"

Angie’s breath hitched as Nico’s quiet question washed over her, his hands still tracing the soft lines of her back. She bit her lip, her heart swelling with emotion, feeling the full weight of his affection and care. For a moment, she couldn’t speak—couldn’t quite find the words to express the overwhelming mix of love and relief she felt having him so close again.

This feeling of bliss was something she had been yearning for, and it all hit her at once how lucky she was to be loved by someone like Nico Hishcier.

"I need you," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with certainty as her hands ran over the slightly sweaty skin of his shoulders, "just you."

Her tears had slowed, but the emotion still welled up inside her, raw and real, as she raked her teeth over his skin before pressing a sloppy kiss to his collarbone before he flipped them over so he hovered over her. Nico gently wiped a stray tear from her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin tenderly as he gazed at her, his own eyes full of understanding.

He kissed her again, slowly, and it was as if time itself slowed to match the rhythm of the moment they were sharing. There was nothing rushed about their movements—just a shared intimacy that had been building for so long.

Both of them just relished in the feeling of the other, uncensored love that had been building up for the past few weeks.

Angie’s fingers traced the lines of his jaw, memorizing the familiar contours as if seeing them for the first time again. Nico’s body responded to her in kind, his hands exploring her skin as if reassuring her that this moment was real.

His whispered reassurances—his soft, almost breathless declarations of love—filled the quiet room, surrounding her like a protective blanket as he unclipped her bra and pressed gentle kisses to her exposed breasts. Grinning up at her at every noise that dared leave her lips.

He strategically pressed kisses down the plumpness of her breast, not being too afraid to tease her before the kisses dispersed down her abdomen. With each gentle kiss came a quiet gasp, her fingers roughly pulling at his hair for any sort of grounding that she could find before his lips travelled lower while whispering her name in between kisses.

Nico’s eyes met hers once more, dark with affection and need, and he hovered above her for just a second, his thumb tracing a line along her cheek. "You’re everything to me," he whispered, his voice husky yet filled with certainty as he got off the bed and kneeled at the edge, pulling her gently closer till one of her legs rested over his shoulder.

"What are you-" she propped herself up on her elbows, aching for his to be closer before she felt him nudge her back down and cut off her question to lay on her back before he gently bit into the skin of her tanned thigh. "Shh, just let me love you," he mumbled into her skin before his finger hooked around her lace panties and slowly removed them before licking a single strip up her core, eliciting a moan from her as she gave up any argument that remained on her tongue.

He smirked into her before continuing his movements, his hands moved higher, brushing against her hips as he pressed deeper until she interlocked one of hers with his, his soft groans vibrating against her skin, causing her to cry out in pleasure. His pace quickened his determination to make her come completely undone, clear in every calculated move as he focused on bringing her to the height of her orgasm.

Angie’s free hand flew to his hair, pulling at the strands as she felt the tension in her core tighten, her breath catching in her throat. "Nico," she whimpered, her voice breathless and needy.

He hummed in response, his free hand moved to pin her hips down to stop her restless movements as he pushed her further toward the brink. His name became a chant on her lips, a stream of pleas and praises danced on the tip of her tongue.

And then, as he pulled away slightly and continued making steady circles with his thumb, she shattered beneath him, her body trembling with release. Nico pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, his smile wide and satisfied as he slowly made his way back up her body as she slowly came back to reality. He brushed a few strands of hair from her sweat-dampened forehead, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss that tasted of love and worship.

Angie, still breathless and trembling from the intensity of the moment, pulled him down into her arms, kissing him back with as much passion as she could muster. "You... are incredible," she murmured, her voice shaky but filled with admiration. Nico grinned, pressing his forehead to hers. "I just want to make you happy," he whispered. "You do," Angie replied, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw once more. "More than you know."

She sat up a little as he left the room to get her a cloth and some new clothes to replace the ones currently on the floor, "do you want anything in return?" she asked with wide eyes as she watched his dot after her. He shook his head gently as he returned from the bathroom and handed her a glass of water, "maybe just some sleep," he said coyly as she nodded. “Sleep sounds perfect,” she murmured, her voice soft and laced with gratitude.

She shifted in bed, pulling the fresh clothes he had brought her over her body with a sense of comfort that only Nico seemed to bring her. Nico climbed back into bed beside her, the quiet rustle of the sheets the only sound in the peaceful room as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as they settled under the blankets.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest as her eyes began to flutter closed, “for everything." Nico pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Always, Ange. I’m not going anywhere.”

★★★★

The soft morning filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over Angie's face, which caused her to slowly stir awake, still tucked against Nico’s side. She blinked a few times, the warmth of his body next to hers reminding her of the night before as her hand softly splayed over his chest before she pressed a kiss to his skin.

Nico stretched beside her, his arm lazily draping over her waist as he blinked at her with a sleepy smile. "Morning," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep. "Morning," Angie replied, smiling back at him.

"I’m going to make breakfast. You want to help?" she sat up slowly and shivered at the loss of warmth from his skin. Nico grinned, sitting up beside her and running a hand through his bed head, "of course."

They made their way to the surprisingly clean kitchen together, the house still quiet, with everyone else still asleep after the night of drinking most of them had done. Angie moved around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients while Nico stayed close, helping her with anything she needed.

She quietly hummed and danced around the kitchen, Nico quietly watching her in awe as she swayed her hips to the music in her head, grinning widely as she caught his stare and grew bashful at his loving attention. As they continued to move around the kitchen, Nico’s hand would occasionally brush against hers, and they’d exchange small, playful smiles, completely wrapped up in their own little world.

From the stairs, Jack watched them.

His arms were crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the two of them and how naturally they interacted with one another. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it all—their closeness, the way Angie smiled around Nico, how Nico looked at her like she was the only person in the room.

It was almost offputting to see, especially knowing that he hadn't suspected a thing.

Angie caught sight of Jack out of the corner of her eye as she flipped a pancake. She tensed for a moment but tried to focus on finishing breakfast. Jack didn’t move, but his stare felt heavy, and Angie could feel the tension building in the room again.

Once Nico stepped away to grab a plate from the other side of the kitchen, Jack took his chance. He walked down the stairs, his footsteps heavy as he approached Angie.

"Morning, Jack," she greeted him warmly, wiping her hands on a towel. "Want some breakfast?" He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes flickering from the food to her before he cleared his throat, "actually… can we talk for a second?"

Angie paused, her brow furrowing slightly in concern as she set the towel down and wiped any remaining wetness from her palms on her pyjama pants, "yeah, of course." She glanced around to make sure no one else was around before following him to the boot room just off the kitchen, where they could have a little more privacy.

Jack leaned against the wall, arms crossed, but his posture was more thoughtful than defensive. Angie stood across from him, waiting patiently, sensing he was trying to figure out how to start.

After a few seconds, Jack finally spoke. "Look, I’m really happy for you and Nico," he began, his voice steady but a little hesitant. "But… I’m also kind of worried. About us." Angie blinked in surprise, but she didn’t interrupt, letting him continue.

"You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember," Jack went on, his blue eyes meeting hers, "you get me better than anyone else. And I guess… I’m scared that now that you’re with Nico, things are gonna change between us." He gave a small, almost self-deprecating laugh, but there was a seriousness in his words. "And… what if things don’t work out with you and him? I know how these things can go, and if it does, I’m gonna have to pick sides. And you know I’m always gonna choose you, Ange. Every time."

Angie felt a lump form in her throat as she listened to him. She hadn’t fully realized how much Jack had been holding in, they had been through nearly everuthing togetehr in the past seven years, and the thought that a relationship would cost them this closeness was enough to make her cry.

She stepped closer, reaching out to place a hand on his arm, "Jack," she started softly, her voice full of emotion, "nothing is going to change between us. You are my best friend, and you always will be. Nico or no Nico." She gave his arm a gentle squeeze, "I’m always going to be here for you, and I’m not going anywhere. I can love Nico and still be your best friend."

Jack looked down at her hand, then back up to her face, his expression softening a little.

"And as for the other stuff," Angie continued, "I get it. I get why you're worried. But Nico and I… we’re really good together. I’m not saying it’s perfect, but we’re happy. And even if something were to happen… you wouldn’t have to choose sides. It wouldn’t be like that." Jack uncrossed his arms, running a hand through his messy hair with a sigh. "I just don’t want to lose you again, Ange, especially if it's because of a boy." "You won’t," she promised, her voice firm. "Not now, not ever."

There was a beat of silence between them before Jack finally nodded, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. "Okay," he said quietly, "Good."

Jack quietly peaked his head around the corner of the room to the kitchen, laughing at the awkwardness of Nico as he stood in the kitchen, aimlessly waiting for Angie to return and eat with him.

"cap looks a little lost in there without you," he said smugly as she smiled, cheeks a pink colour as she peaked around the corner to see exactly what he had seen. "Be ready, you would all be lost without me," she laughed and patted his shoulder while looking back at her best friend.

His face softened as he looked back at her, the edges of a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, you’re probably right," Jack admitted, the tension between them dissolving into something more familiar, more comfortable. He reached out, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I guess we all need you more than we’d like to admit."

She looked at him with a pout at his moment of kind words before she pulled him in for a hug, "now go enjoy breakfast with him," she pulled away with a grin that soon dropped as he finished their emotional moment with a "and just an FYI, we share a wall," Jack said, smirking mischievously as he raised an eyebrow.

Angie's cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment, "Jack!" she hissed, giving him a shove as she hid her face in hands. He laughed, clearly enjoying her reaction, before throwing his hands up in mock surrender, "Just saying! Maybe keep the volume down next time."

She shook her head, trying to hide her mortification behind a smile, "You’re the worst." "Yeah, but I’m still your best friend," he shot back with a grin, already turning to head toward the dining room, "now, go make sure he doesn’t burn the eggs or something."

Angie rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at her lips as she made her way back to Nico. She was still a little flustered from Jack’s teasing, but the warmth of his reassurance—and his relentless humor—had done wonders to calm her nerves.

As she entered the kitchen, Nico looked up, instantly sensing the shift in her mood. "Everything okay?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concern. "Yeah," she said, a soft laugh escaping her. "Just Jack being… well, Jack."

Nico chuckled, clearly familiar with Jack’s antics. "What did he say?" "He heard us last night," she whispered, her face a bright pink as she leaned into his shoulder, earning an amused grin from Nico. He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her temple, “Noted."

And with that, they focused back on breakfast, the embarrassment withered away as she relaxed at the thought that for now everything was okay!

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Unornamented (Hughie Campbell Oneshot)

Character/s: Hughie

Word Count: 1,691

Requested: Not requested, but here are the prompts I used :) 13.) Hum, 36.) Scraped Knees 34.) “Still awake?”

Inspired By: Foxglove by Haley Heynderickx

A/N: I love him, I love him, I love him!!!! Anyways, just an appreciation fic for your patience!!! Thank you my loves!! I actually kinda love how this turned out. I think it's very soft and sweet, even a little sad. Heavily inspired by the song/album. Slowly working through my writers block so that once I start posting again, my work will be what you deserve!!! Feedback is always appreciated!! 💜💜💜

The cicada's sharp pitch moves with the wind, seeping through the open window screens. You never knew what that peculiar sound was, the screaming, bleating, wailing, only that it swept through you each night on your long, humid walks home. A kind of begging. A performance. A tongue you have not yet mastered. Shakespearean tragedies, you imagine, wars between families, between forbidden lovers and bitter marriages. Feuds. They step out into costumes covered in ruffles, pearls, thick collars and high stockings. The children dress as fauna and flora, roaring like cubs, nipping at one another playfully. On stage, they are someone else. Largely unseen as the sun sets, they intend to make their presence known. The rest of them, the crowds for miles and miles, sing their songs in appreciation. A hum that vibrates through the leaves, the open air, their roaring praise and applause settles goosebumps across your flesh. They’ve grown accustomed to sweet summer shows and they will be forever grateful. Harmless, they went about their time as you wished to do. No biting, nor stinging. Without violence. They draw out these shows, afraid they will be left alone to bear their lives, their thoughts, mundane and overpowering respectively.

Beneath you, the springs of the mattress puncture the thin fabric, poking at the spokes of your spine the way a mother would her child. It tickles, her bony knuckles, the sharpness of the spring. Interchangeable. A comfort you have forgotten of, one that fills the cavity of your chest with dread. What else have you forgotten? What else have you given up for a life like this? The sheer curtains blow with the breeze. Thoughtlessly, they move and dance and grab at one another, like sisters. They must be laughing, you think, for they are warm underneath the butter yellow street lights and safe and together. They must be laughing, because they are together and that is who they’ll only ever need: their twin. Leaves rustle underneath the insect melodies. A bass, low and of the earth, the tone of an old man telling stories of his youth. You can hear him smiling.

The sheets are soft, newly washed, and sticking to you. Wrapped around your torso, your legs free to breathe, kissed by the thick air. Lying like this, with your knees tented, you can see the scrapes across them. Earth scorched. What was once torn open, alive and mouthy, had healed only slightly. The skin is pale and thick and chewy. Shiny. They don’t hurt as much as they did. You’re not sure how it happened, only that it must’ve been recent. There are other aches and pains. Healed and unhealed, bruised and not. Old wounds stitched together. Deep purples, cobalt blues, sickly greens. They’ll yellow soon enough. You were always getting hurt. You were always in some sort of danger. Unwise, you knew, and yet there was something about the thrill. The taste of blood in your mouth. Last time – the last time – you’d almost been sliced in half. Not yet a scar, the settled skin inching its way across your belly remained snakelike. Sensitive, you were careful to wash and dry, to dress and dress again. Your fingertips brush where it rests beneath your shirt. You don’t like looking at it. It remains too much of a reminder. On that day. Of what you were attempting to leave behind. Too soon to joke, to laugh, the both of you still a little rattled.

It’s how you ended up here.

There is a body beside you. Not unfamiliar. His skin is warm, and though forgiveness was never one of summer's virtues, you find yourself curling into him, all his nooks and crannies, despite the humidity in the air. His chest rises and falls evenly. His lip is split and there is a scab at his temple. How many times have you kissed that very spot? How many times had you checked on it, to make sure it was healing properly. Free of infection. His shirt is worn and thin and it smells of him: soap and sky and the dinner he burned earlier. One arm rests beneath you, your head, the other thrown behind the pillow, perching it up further. His rest is not easy, not without effort, but there is a certain softness to his features. Maybe it’s the light, the setting sun, the deep, bright blue of the night sky. Maybe not. Either way your eyes follow the slope of his nose, the curve of his cheek, the furrow of his brow. His hair is wild, some of it slicked back. It is his best effort not to overheat. His dreams are still water, not yet broken by growing, gruesome waves. Not yet entering the heart of the storm. It will, of course. And when it does, he will startle awake. Panting. Gasping for air. Clinging to you.

For now, though, he is quiet.

The bedroom is cozy. Cozy, you think, is a nice way of saying it’s small. No matter. You had little with you anyways. A lamp. A mattress. You have yet to get a frame, a bedside table. Frivolities. A single dresser you split down the middle, neck to groin. Autopsy-esque. Photos of friends. Notes and doodles. Passports, fake IDs. Enough clothes to get you through the season. You know, when the snow threatens to fall and the cicadas are long gone, you will need more than what you’ve got. The drawers stick and, embarrassed, as quiet as he can, he’ll shake it open. He has done this since you got here. Untethered himself from you, from the bed, gentle enough not to startle you. He’ll dress, and kiss your head, and leave a note: Be back soon. XO Hughie. He’ll disappear in the early morning. Wandering, you suppose. It is the only way he can breathe easily, if he knows where you are. If he understands the layout of the land. You weren’t in the city anymore. The crowds you’d slipped into, becoming just another strange face, were no longer an option here. The hiding places were minimal. Open roads, nothing for miles. The underbelly you could run to for safety, the trains you could crouch into, your hoods up, your faces low, were unavailable. Nonexistent. You’d traded one anonymity for another. You’d pretend to be asleep, watching him, wide eyed, as the morning sun enveloped him. The rays are subtle, not yet full, and they stretch out towards him. Sometimes you’ll fall back to sleep. Sometimes you’ll lie there, soaking in every inch of the room, wondering what became of everyone you’d ever cared about. Wondering if you could make a life like this. When he comes back, he will make you coffee. The only two mugs you brought with you. Chipped and worn. He’ll place his on the dresser, careful with yours, as if it were something precious. He doesn’t voice what he’s seen, what he’s taken into account, but his features are quick to give him away. You will reassure him: he could never find you here. You are both safe. Everyone is safe. The words are hollow, You know this. As long as Homelander is alive, you are in danger. There is only so much of you you can give to him anymore. There is only so much of your mind, your body, your fears, that you can dole out to him. Hughie nods, the steam from his cup bringing color to his face. You will find something else to talk about. The strangers you met on your long walks. The pets you wave to through fences, through windows. The long summer you’ve been granted. How lucky you’ll be when the weather chills and the leaves begin to turn. Anything but Vought. Anything but him.

That isn’t for many hours, of course.

Your thoughts spread like fog through the apartment. The kitchen (tiny) and the bathroom (even littler). Enough utensils for two. A spongy bath mat. Anything that would fit in the backseat, really. Silly things you grabbed without thinking. The kitschy salt and pepper shakers. A dozen mismatched socks. Only the case of Hughie’s mouth guard. Half a set of slippers. A handful of books. The rest? You would never be sure what happened to them, to anything. You had what the old tenants left behind. The dresser, the lamp, a table for four with three chairs, a shower curtain. There are other things here as well. Spiders in the corners, weaving their webs. Occasionally, you might find one on the bar of soap by the sink, crawling across the counter tops, making its way through the length of the apartment. A mouse or two. If you’re quiet enough, you might hear them scurrying in the walls. Worse, you suspect, though that’s as far as you can name definitively. The first thing he did was get you a mattress. Paid in cash under another name, beaming with pride, he pushed it up the stairs and through each doorway. It was perfect. The cicadas sing their songs, harmonizing with one another. The sky has darkened. There are so many stars here. That was the first thing you noticed. Driving for days on end, you watched the inky black glitter, thousands and thousands of holes opening up, letting the twinkling light through. It wasn’t like this in the city. It had never been this clear. Perhaps it was the running, the escaping, the tiresome ways you’d been living since you left. Perhaps it was the first beautiful thing you’d been allowed to take in in a long time. There were wildflowers and small towns and houses built long before you, but the time to look in awe, to appreciate, had been so fleeting. Mere moments, that’s all you were allowed. This would go on forever. The scars embedded in your skin ache just a little. You readjust, placing your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. Hughie, coming to, wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer. “Still awake?” He asks in his sleepy voice, and you know he is smiling.

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good luck, babe

★ tashi duncan x reader ★ inspired by 'good luck, babe' by chappell roan ★ 1.8k ★ 18+ | cw: angst, smut

"tashi, c'mon, let's go." you're pleading with her, pulling her from the man she's wrapped around. flirty eyes looking up the man before her, leaning up to kiss him. you sigh, you've seen this sight a hundred times. kissing boys in bars before going home with you. you're halfway out the bar by the time tashi comes running over to you. "sorry, he was so cute." she's hiccuping her way through her words, drunk making out with boys. she's sober almost every time she kisses you. linking her arm through yours as you make your way back to your shared dorm room. sitting her down, taking off her make up and getting her changed. "goodnight, angel." you sigh, placing a kiss to her forehead as you tuck her in. "give me a proper kiss." you do, of course. tasting the tequila shots on her tongue mixed with her cherry flavoured chapstick.

you're not sure when you fell in love with tashi, honestly it could have been the moment you saw her. walking into your dorm room to meet your roommate, seeing her unpacking her bags. her snaggletoothed smile greeting you, you think it must have been then. watching her hang up your posters for you, when you wanted them somewhere you couldn't reach. it could have been the first party you went to, dancing with her like you fully understood how your body moved for the first time, when it was dancing against hers. you know it was definitely the first time you kissed. hiding in the bathroom of your dorm room while your friends were over pregaming, not wanting to talk to anyone but each other. backs against the bathtub as your lips met. you think she initiated it, she thinks you did. neither of you really care. those big brown eyes pulled you in the second you really saw them. you let yourself be dragged into her world, happy to have a piece of her that was yours. she slept in your bed almost every night, caressing the skin of your stomach as she held your back against her chest. you knew she wasn't out, she barely admitted it to herself. she knew she liked you, but that was as far as she could go in accepting her sexuality. stealing kisses and touching her behind closed doors was fine for a while, you'd never rush her. but it was when she started pushing you away that things got hard. she'd kiss boys at every bar you went to, almost always in front of you. she was in denial, forcing herself to ignore how she was falling in love with you. she'd always lie, telling you it's just how she was. but it wasn't, she just couldn't admit that she was in deeper than she thought.

she climbed into your bed in the middle of the night, most likely when the alcohol started to wear off. "i'm sorry, i wish i could kiss you instead of them." she mumbles into your skin. why don't you? you'd wonder. you'd never want her to push herself out of the closet, but you couldn't help longing for more. even if she didn't kiss you, why kiss anyone else? you brush her off, telling her it's okay. you didn't want call it off, but she didn't want call it love, she couldn't. her hand sneaks around your waist, down underneath your underwear. "tashi," you mumble, squirming under her touch. "shush, let me look after you." she whispers into your ear, placing wet kisses on the skin of your neck. her long fingers rubbing circles on your clit, causing quiet moans from you. "just wanna kiss you in front of everyone, wanna show them you're mine." you're so grateful you're facing away from her as she speaks, silent tears dropping down your cheeks as her digits keep circling you. she makes you cum quickly, she knows exactly what you like, how you like to be touched by her. tashi leans over to place a gentle kiss to your cheek as she slides her hand out of your panties. keeping you flush against her chest as you fall asleep in each other's arms.

you carry on like this with tashi for the rest of the school year, rejecting girls who are into you, waiting for the day she'll stop kissing boys in bars. it's only as you're both packing up your dorm room that everything hits you. seeing your things blended in with hers, your shared clothes, pictures of the two of you darted around the room. you're waiting for a woman that'll never be yours. watching her slump down to the floor, her back against her bed after all your things were packed away in individual cars. "i need to talk to you." she sighs, looking up to you stood above her. you sit down on the floor, facing tashi, your heart in your throat. "i- uh, i have a boyfriend." tashi bites her lip, bringing her knees up to her chest as you feel your heart start to shatter. "what?" you ask, fiddling with the socks on your feet. "but i don't wanna stop this, us," she continues, her eyes glassy as she looks to you. "i love you, i don't wanna call us off." you scoff at her words, shaking your head down at the floor. "you're unbelievable." you mumble, picking at your nails, avoiding her gaze. "i have been so patient, all year, praying for the day you'll tell me you love me." you breathe out, finally meeting her eyes. "and when it comes, it's you asking me to stay hidden away while you parade around with a boy?" your words are sharp, harsh. tashi's brows are furrowing, holding back her sadness. "no, tashi. i won't do it." you mutter, a single tear dropping down your cheek. "it's not fair, what you're asking me to do."

she simply nods her head, wrapping her arms around her knees. "i know-" you cut off her words. "then why would you ask me to do that?" you choke out your words, looking around the empty dorm room, that holds all the memories of your relationship with tashi. blue tac marks left behind on the walls were pictures of you both lived, coffee mug stains on your nightstand, that tashi would bring you every morning. the slight indents on the wall behind the bed frames, the kiss mark left on the mirror. "because i don't want to let you go." tashi bites back a sob, tears slipping out from her eyes as she rests her chin on the top of her knees. "i'm sorry tashi, but i can't do that. you deserve more than lying to yourself that you want the life you're making. i won't do that to myself, i deserve more than some sexually explicit kind of love affair." those were the last words you said in that dorm room, looking at her one last time, looking so small as tears fell from her eyes. breathing in sharply before closing the door on the dorm, on the memories, on her.

you'd heard through the grapevine that she got married, a year or two after college. you imagine to the guy she told you about, but you wouldn't know. you moved on with your life, found people who accepted you, accepted who you were, and loved you for it. you moved on from tashi duncan. until you saw her friend request come through, all these years later. you stare at it, the accept or decline, for days. stare at her new name, stalk through what you can see of her profile, mainly pictures of her and her husband. you're slightly tipsy when you accept the request, sat at a bar alone, glass of wine in hand.

tashi donaldson: hey, i know we haven't seen each other in a long time but do you wanna go for a drink soon?

all these years later and the memories still flood your brain. watching her tennis matches, watching her fall asleep in your arms, holding her hand under tables. you agree to meet up next week, she's in your city for one of her husband's tournaments. walking into the bar, tashi already sat waiting for you. she looks good, her hair is shorter. she's fiddling with the rings on her finger as her hands wrap around her drink. walking over, her eyes lighting up as you take off your jacket and sit down in front of her. "hey, i got you a vodka soda." she smiles, it used to be your favourite. "i don't drink them anymore." she chews the inside of her cheek as she flags down the waiter to order you another drink. "it's been a long time, tashi, why am i here?" you ask her, thanking the waiter as your new drink arrives. "i've been thinking about you a lot lately, i just wanted to see you." she admits, your eyes floating between her face and the rock on her finger. you sigh, bringing your glass up to your lips. "i loved you, you know?" you shake your head at her words. "tashi, this isn't fair. you're married, a wife."

"i'm nothing more than his wife. i can't stand it." tashi breathes heavily. you can see the emotional behind her eyes, see everything she's been holding back all this time. "that's what you wanted." you hiss, not letting yourself fall for her games. "you could never even kiss me outside of our dorm room, tashi. you wanted me to be your secret play thing while you played house with your now husband." she winces at your words, she knows it's true. her eyes fixate on the table, glancing at the ring on her finger. "i hate to say it, but, i told you so. i told you this wasn't the life you wanted, it's not who you are, tashi, i understand that." you're whispering the last words, leaning towards her. her eyes lift up, looking into yours. "but you can't just expect me to come running back to you." tashi's eyes flutter closed, breathing in deeply, you can feel her leg bouncing up and down. "i know, it's just-" her brows furrow as she empties her lungs, looking to you. "you're the only woman i've ever loved. the only person i've ever truly loved." you've never seen tashi so vulnerable, never heard her admit her feelings outside the four walls of your old dorm room. "you've spent your whole life trying to ignore how you feel tashi, you'd have to stop the world to stop the feeling." you can see a sob get stuck in her throat as she chokes it down, bringing up her drink to her lips, letting the alcohol burn down. "good luck, tashi. i mean it, good luck, babe."

you half smile at her as you stand, putting your jacket back on. her eyes are pleading with you, asking you to stay, but she can't find the words. taking one last look as you leave the bar, looking through the foggy windows. her head in her hands, the ring on her finger glistening in the low light. biting back a sob as your eyes linger on her, before walking away. hoping that one day, she'll learn to accept herself. good luck, babe.

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Riding Up Front

Bucktommy | E | 1500 wds | No warnings

Buck is outside in the yard, blasting the engine with the high pressure hose and entertaining murderous fantasies of turning the hose on Gerrard and blowing him through a fucking wall. The bastard is on the warpath today as usual, finding a seemingly endless list of pointless tasks for each of them. None of them have had a moment’s rest for the whole of their 48hr shift and even now that they’re offline for a few hours, nominally for rest, he’s got them cleaning everything that is already gleaming from the last round of pointless busy work.

Buck wants nothing in the world more than he wants to go home and sink into Tommy’s arms, and ideally onto his cock, and put this nightmare out of his mind for a few hours. But that’s not happening. He’s got 12 hours of it to go and Tommy is away, flying wildfire suppression missions in the hills for god knows how long.

So when a big hand claps him on the shoulder he jumps a mile in the air and turns, already braced for another mouthful of abuse from their new captain. But it’s not Gerrard.

Tommy is standing behind him smiling and beautiful and Buck feels a wave of absolute joy just at the sight of his gorgeous boyfriend.

“Hey,” Tommy says softly.

“Baby! What-what are you doing here?” Buck can’t help the grin that threatens to split his face in too but he keeps his voice low, looking around anxiously, one eye out for Gerrard, but there’s no one in sight.

He looks back at Tommy and thinks fuck it. He drops the hose and throws his arms around Tommy’s neck, burying his face in his neck and breathing in his warm skin and the amber scent of his aftershave and telling himself he doesn’t actually want to cry with relief.

Tommy gives a little oof sound as he staggers back under the weight of Buck’s embrace.

“Good to see you too sweetheart,” he laughs, kissing Buck’s curls and wrapping his arms around him.

“Oh my god, I missed you so much,” Buck says, breathing him in again. “Mmm you smell so good.” He lifts his head from Tommy’s neck and kisses him softly, then less softly as a wave of desperate heat washes over him. He deepens the kiss, running his tongue along the seam of Tommy’s lips, hot and demanding.

Tommy grins against his lips and kisses him back hard, breath hot against his mouth, hands in his hair.

That’s when it dawns on Buck that the engine is conveniently just out of sight, pulled around the side of the firehouse and the rest of the crew are occupied with the various bullshit jobs Gerrard has assigned them and a terrible, brilliant and somewhat familiar plan begins to form in his mind.

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He pushes Tommy back against the side of the engine, one hand on his broad chest and the other on the side of the truck above Tommy’s head, leaning over him, kissing him harder, shoving a hand under his t-shirt to press against his warm, solid body.

Tommy actually whimpers, grinding down against the thigh Buck has pressed between his legs.

Buck smirks, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls back, reaches over Tommy’s head and opens the door to the engine cab.

“Get in.”

Tommy looks at him, eyes widening. “Evan.”

Buck leans back in, pressing their lips together again. “Get in,” he repeats, grinning.

Tommy looks at him doubtfully for a second and Buck grabs his hips, pulling him forward, grinding his achingly hard cock against Tommy’s own obvious erection.

Tommy moans, eyes darkening and then his strong hands are on Buck’s ass and he’s lifting him up and shoving him into the cab.

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Buck locks eyes with him, straddling his lap, bracing his hands on the driver’s seat behind Tommy’s head, fingers digging into the leather as he slides down onto Tommy’s thick cock, moaning with relief at the stretch as he bottoms out. It feels like it’s been months not days since he last had Tommy inside him. His head falls back as he chases the burn that flickers along the edge of too much and not enough. He shivers with pleasure, grinding down, circling his hips, mouth falling open as Tommy hits his prostate and his cock jumps in his lap, spurting precum over Tommy’s abs.

He leans back against the dash, showing off a little, preening as Tommy’s mouth falls open and he runs rough, calloused hands over his abs, still looking a little stunned to find himself here with Buck, naked and eager, bouncing on his cock.

“Jesus fuck—look at you—fuck—,” Tommy breathes, sounding awestruck. “God you take my cock so well baby. Like you were made for it.” He tilts his hips, chasing a better angle, making Buck cry out and slam his hands on the ceiling of the cab, scrabbling for leverage. “You really needed this huh sweetheart? Needed me inside you? Filling you up?”

“Oh f-fuck yes, you-you-ah you feel so good,” Buck moans. “God I missed this. Missed you s-so much.”

Tommy grips his ass, dragging him forward again, pulling him down on his cock.

Buck grins at him, feeling a bit insane, delirious and debauched with the way Tommy looks at him, eyes almost black in the half light. His thigh muscles flex, rock hard cock slapping rhythmically against his stomach, leaking as he bounces in Tommy’s lap, letting out little broken cries every time his cock hits just right and lights him up inside.

Tommy slides both hands up his broad back, big fingers digging into his muscles. Buck still can’t get over how huge his hands feel, how much of him they seem to touch at once.

“My sweet boy,” Tommy murmurs, as if Buck really is something breathtaking, something precious. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Buck gasps, a flush rushing up his whole body, at Tommy’s words. He dives back in to kiss him again, licking into his mouth, plunging his hands into Tommy’s hair. Sweat prickles across his flushed skin and up his neck.

He moans again, louder than is probably advisable even with the door closed, and spreads his legs wider either side of Tommy’s thighs, slamming his hands against the ceiling of the cab as Tommy thrusts into him, his mouth finding Buck’s neck, kissing down his throat, open mouthed and wet. He bites gently along the tendon as he moves up, smearing kisses across the bolt of his jaw to his lips, licking into his mouth with a moan, demanding and filthy.

“Oh my god, fuck—fuck—fuu—,” Buck chants mindlessly as Tommy fucks into him, one huge arm wrapped around his back, holding him flush against him, fingers slipping on sweaty skin.

Buck reaches blindly between them for his own aching cock but Tommy slaps his hand away.

“No baby, no touching.”

Buck whines, wriggling against Tommy’s thick cock, crying out as he nails his prostate, making him see stars.

“Oh fuck,” Tommy groans. “That tight little ass feels so good baby. I wanna see you come all over yourself. God, look how wet you are for me,” Tommy smirks and reaches down to run a finger up the length of Bucks cock, through the stream of precum drooling from the tip.

Buck hisses, hips jerking as he chases his touch, transfixed by Tommy’s huge hands on him “Please…” he gasps, grinding down on Tommy’s cock, barely knowing what he’s begging for.

“Please what?”

“Please…I need, I—I—I want to come so bad, please daddy.”

Tommy smirks, raising his finger to Buck’s mouth and pressing it against his kiss swollen lips. Buck moans, darting out his tongue, sucking on the thick finger pushing into his mouth, curling his tongue around it, tasting himself mingled with the soapy clean taste of Tommy’s skin.

“Mmm good boy,” Tommy smiles slyly and Buck keens as a shiver runs through him at the praise.

Tommy runs a finger up his cock again, teasing and slow. Buck gasps, trembling in his arms, thigh muscles burning.

Tommy grabs both his hands and holds them behind his back. “Make yourself cum on my cock,” he says and Buck almost chokes, diving back in to stick his tongue down Tommy’s throat, arching his back as he grinds on his cock, shuddering with need.

“Want to see you make a mess of yourself,” Tommy says darkly, gripping his hands tighter.

“Cum for me sweet boy.”

“Uhh—uh—god fuck yes, yes daddy. Fuck I’m gonna—” Buck shudders against him, mouth open, cock jumping as his orgasm hits him like a freight train, thick white ropes of cum shooting between them, splattering against his throat as his head falls back.

Tommy’s hips stutter, fucking into him desperately as he chases his own climax, cumming inside Buck with a cry.

Buck falls forward against Tommy’s chest, utterly boneless, mind blank and quiet for the first time in days.

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‘ ALLLL ON MY TONGUE I WANT IT ★ ?!

𝜗℘ feat. toji, gojo, geto, sukuna, higuruma. how the jjk men eat you out, ‘till the jaw aches

cw. fem! reader, cunnılingus, dirty talk, praise, edging, nose riding, hair pulling ( geto ), slight mommy kink ( choso ), squırting, overstim, p spanking, dumbification, puśsy drunk men, spıt kink, biting, i forgot nanami nuu, sukuna uses his hand mouth.

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☆ SUGURU GETO.

“i’m hungry. spread ‘em,” balmy hot breath fans against the inner parts of your thighs as you sit still. lazily, you lean back against your bed, meeting the feral gaze of a very feral man with dark raven strands running down each sides of his face. there’s an almost pout forming on his lips before he kisses your pretty twitching pussy through your panties.

without hesitation, he ogles as your legs sprawl away from each other. he rests on his stomach, preparing to dig in before you stop him, lightly grabbing him by the hair. “s- sugu,” you breathe, feeling a tingle brew inside of your tummy, mixing along with a fluttering concoction of butterflies. he stares at you with a raised brow before you pull out the sable black hair tie that was secured around his wrist, pinning his hair up into a messy ponytail.

“oh,” he hoarsely hums with a shrug before preparing himself to dig in - licking a long sloppy stripe that forms a sticky wetness against the cottony fabric of your panties. “thank you baby. always so thoughtful.”

geto didn’t have to tell you twice. whenever he came home, he wanted you. whether it was thirst or hunger, the only thing that would clench his thirst and feed him right was that pretty thing between your legs. he’d eat you out for hours, up until his tongue is numb and his jaw is just aching.

“thirsty,” he huffs, and you could hear him swallow every few slurps. your legs were already shaking in dire anticipation. geto’s irregular breaths were gruffly strained—he runs his calloused fingertips against your slick folds before lapping them up with his tongue. “mhm,” dark eyes flicker back toward you and he grabs your wrist that’s dug into his scalp. “pull. harder,” he grunts, instructing you to tighten your grip against his hair. you’d almost forgot it was one of the many kinks he’s told you he’s into. as you gather a good enough feel, you drag his hair by the ponytail, pulling harder and harder until he grunts. a sly smile presses against your pussy before he chuckles. “good girl. better had.”

as he’s shoved face first into your cunt, you notice the shine on his lips were painted a pretty crimson. with his eyes close, lengthy black lashes flap every so often as he’s devouring his favorite meal of the day. of every day.

“sugu, sugu, suguuuu,” you whimper, the sensitivity of the nerves that store inside of your clit making you fail to stay still. he inhales, gathering a decent wad of saliva before spitting right onto your cunt. it’s so nasty, he’s nasty. you watch with wide eyes, feeling yourself twitch even more before he licks it right up with no shame. out of nowhere—you felt yourself blurt out your thoughts you didn’t expect to come from your mouth. at least not so soon. “s- spank it, sugu.”

“spank it sugu,” he mocks your words, rolling his eyes before briefly moving his lips away. “don’t tell me what to do,” and within seconds later, he spanks your cunt anyway. damp droplets of your slick plop onto his palm and he groans. “last time i checked, i don’t take orders from sloppy wet girls so lie back ‘n let me finish eating, yeah?”

“yes, s- suguru,” you pant, the quake within your thighs never subsiding.

there’s another eye roll that comes from geto, and he goes right back to eating you out like a starved man. he doesn’t even need to use his fingers, his tongue was just enough. more than enough actually. orgasm after orgasm, he’s emitting out the most sweetest sounds from you. you’re so loud that it bounces off the walls. he hears the reverb of your voice and it makes him snicker. “louder,” he growls, slurping up a remainder of your saccharine flavored juices. your grip remains in his hair and you bite your lip, preparing to finish yet again. “i wanna hear you. i want the neighbors to hear you. i wanna hear a scream come outta that pretty tight throat.”

and he meant it — your pleasure meant everything to him. with the way he’s sucking, you wouldn’t have lasted a second longer.

the moment you end up reaching your inevitable climax, a potent bawl rips out of your throat raw. he’s munching on your pussy, eyes shut with an innocent smile on his face as if he hadn’t just made you an entire broken mess. “s- suguruuu!”

you’re shaking, panting.

it’s as if every finish was way more powerful than the last one. a breezing squall of wind prises from your full lungs before you fall back. your legs remain spread, mouth formed into a circular shape whilst you’re still making a cute attempt at trying to catch your breath. “c’mere,” a low voice murmurs to you, and he sits up to go toward you. geto’s sweltering body heat radiates against you. he tenderly wraps a hand around your neck before pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. “open.”

with half lidded eyes, you open, already knowing what’s to come. as you part your plump lips apart, rolling out your tongue, sharp hooded eyes stare down your throat before he leans in and spits right inside. you moan, feeling his free hand toy with your cunt some more, clearly not finished. “uh huh. now, swallow ‘n give me a kiss, sweetheart.”

as his hand squeezes against your pulsating pussy, you whine—swallowing, shutting your heavy eyelids before pulling him into a sloppy wet kiss. beads of sweat from his forehead press against yours before he returns the gesture, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“mhm,” he grunts, now starting to suck on your tongue. it took you a while to realize geto’s eyes were already open, and he was looking straight at you. abruptly, he pulls away and gives your forehead a kiss. “good girl,” but then he makes you lie back, spreading your legs even further.

“but ‘m still thirsty. let’s see if i can make ya squirt this time, pretty.”

☆ HIGURUMA HIROMI.

“dove, you wanna ride my nose, don’t you?”

a low voice coos at you as he’s reclined back against the sofa. he’s sexily manspread, work clothes still on and unkempt — tie pulled off halfway and he hums, watching your abashed expression grow. “it’s okay, i don’t bite. c’mere.”

and with an usher of two swift finger motions, he tells you to come closer. with your panties still on whilst you’re slowly sticking your own arousal between your legs, you prepare to hover over his face.

you pause, parting your knees apart and on each side of his face before huffing. “a- are you sure? i don’t wanna suffocate you, ‘romi.”

“that sounds like heaven, trust me,” he whispers, grabbing ahold of both of your thighs. it was a secure grip. with two broad hands, he outspreads them - gentle thumbs stroking against your sweet, candied skin. “so perfect. so nice ‘n soaked jus’ for me, huh,” and after about a few seconds, you take your seat down on his face. higuruma gruffly grunts, a low guttural moan escaping from his lips before he smooches against your cunt. it’s slick, not only slick but sweetly sweet. “that’s it, dove. ‘s just you ‘n me, don’t be shy. ride it.”

you whine, biting down on your bottom pulled lip as your pussy grinds against the bridge of his nose. the second you ride against it, the feeling sent your entire body into overdrive.

with your lashes fluttering, you feel the bumpy texture of his hooked nose - it’s rough and gnarled—perfect for riding against.

higuruma lowly grunts at seeing the way your hips leisurely pick up its pace.

you were a natural, moving against his face whilst your hands find their way into his hair. his messy, knotted strands was like a maze. your slender digits entangle through his darkened roots, giving them a firm tug before your head tosses back in ecstasy.

“f- fuuuck, hiromi,” and you start to feel his tongue lay itself flat. you’re rubbing your cunt against his slick-spit lips and his nose back and forth.

over and over, you’re already spiraling,

profusely, your legs shake and jitter before you whimper out a desperate wail. “jus’ like that, ‘romi. p- please,” and as you continue to use his face, he’s meeting your eyes. it’s only been seconds and he’s already pussy drunk. a sly smile spreads across his lips before he slides a thumb down the opening of your cunt. “ngh, fuck.”

“yeah, dovey. ride my face—mphm,” and he’s interrupted by your cunt silencing his words. your taste, he just couldn’t get enough. higuruma’s already got a slippery snail trail of your arousal that’s coating his chin. it’s got an almost glow to it, you yank on his strands until his head falls forward. a throaty chuckle comes out of him before he flicks his tongue against your clit. “heh, easy now. my hair’s one of my best features.”

you couldn’t even laugh because pretty soon, you were about to reach your chilling climax. its shivering, frigid and you felt like you were walking on eggshells.

“fuh— fuck,” you clench your jaw, feeling your legs merely collapse right then ‘n there. it was unpredictable, you were an entire full blown mess and his tongue wasn’t making it any better. as you continue to thrash your hips into his greedy mouth, you’re clinging onto his hair tightly. his nose, the bumpy texture continues to rub off against your swollen cunt before it finally comes.

you come,

it comes all at once - an overwhelming bundle of nerves surge straight out of you, electricity pulsing through your veins as you come undone.

you’re sucking your teeth and you don’t even realize it. as you’re slowing down by default, feeling his lips steadily suck against your tender slick folds, he purrs.

“oh, my love,” he breaks away for a moment to breathe, warm breath titillate against your twitching heat. “made quite a mess out of me, huh,” and with a thumb, he rubs against your pulsating clit, giving the nub one final kiss. “such a good girl. my good girl.”

☆ CHOSO KAMO.

“baby? c .. can we try this?” and you have a sheepish grin once choso’s showing you a video of a woman getting ate out. however, he’s imagining it’s you the entire time, feeling his mouth water at the pure thought of tasting your sweet cunt for the first time. it’s lewd, probably too lewd for him but he just couldn’t help it.

“sure, ‘cho,” you give him a soft smile. even your smile alone was enough to get him hard.

and it did.

with choso though, despite being over hundreds of years old, he was inexperienced but he was also a very quick learner. he tried to remember the video, the tongue work, how the man made the woman feel. but the second he’s diving into your cunt face first, there’s no prying him off.

you’re laid flat on your back whilst he’s right between your thighs, using a single thumb to trace down alongside your curves. he makes sure to pay attention to every part of your body at least he tries to. heart eyes blow its way into his pupils, dilating as he admires your pretty frame. “y- you’re so pretty, baby,” his voice was so soft and gruff. it almost sounds like a whisper.

not even seconds go by and he’s already drooling right before your pussy. a shimmery coat of saliva pours down the inner cracks of his lips as he gets a view of his meal. god, he couldn’t wait. every few seconds, he’d pull away to coat your slit with a multitude of amorous, sweet kisses. once you wrap your thighs around his face, he’s slurping anything and everything out of you.

you could barely stay still, going into a state of shock of pure pleasure. choso’s tongue was long, he makes it extend all inside of you, not missing a single spot. it curves its way through the inner parts of your cunt, taking time to swallow your taste and moan at the flavor that now lives on his tongue. your flavor. it doesn’t take him long to reach your sweet spot - because once you release that cute squeal, he sucks against it even harder.

“w- wanna make my princess feel good,” he murmurs, already drowning in your slick. your pussy was sopping wet, coating his chin with such ease. every once and a while, he flicks his tongue against his chin, relishing in your taste. “fuuuck,” he whines, feeling a cute tug of your hand drag his ponytail against your cunt. “use my ponytails like handle bars baby, ‘s okay— mmm.”

like a good boy, he slurps you clean, pressing a hand gently on your tummy, brushing a thumb against your navel as he’s happily luxuriating in your taste. “c- chosooo,” you mewl, feeling the intense shake of your legs arise.

it’s like a wave, everything’s preparing to crash down all at once. with the way you sung his name, it sounded like a harmony, a symphony.

his pointed ears twitch at the sound of your voice, the way your hips thrust into his mouth makes him drool for more.

already . . you’re stupefied. he’s drunk from your pussy and you’re drunk from his tongue. “ugh, jus’ like that, baby. you’re doing so good, making me feel so good.”

“i- i am?” his face cutely lights up. choso gives your cunt soft licks, delving his tongue in and out, exploring every depth. choso’s head moves side to side in a quick motion. it’s attractive, he’s already sweating and strands of black hair stuck against his forehead like glue. choso was a sucker for praise, especially whenever it came from you.

he can’t help but creep a hand down between his legs as he lies on his stomach, touching himself. he groans against your pussy, feeling your hips stutter from his erotic tongue work.

“y- yes,” you whimper, grabbing ahold of both of his soft dark ponytails. his eyes lock onto yours and he’s entirely pussy drunk—droopy eyes and that sheepish little grin. he looked so pretty, but the moment he stares down, choso knew that your sweet cunt was even prettier. as he’s lapping up your honeyed taste, slurping against your folds, you rub him against your soaked entrance with a more hastily tempo. “so good, choso. m- make me feel so good all the time.”

“i- i do?” he whimpers, moaning from your taste. he’s trying not to rush, he wants to savor the flavor of your cunt. your praises, it was enough to make him make a mess in his pants.

so much so to where he can’t help but reach down to touch himself. reach down into his obsidian black boxers, stroking his flaccid veiny cock. with choso, he gets off to you, your pleasure was always his pleasure. once he sees you nod, he lowly moans again against your cunt, quickening his tongue work and pace. “i- i do,” he repeats, kissing your folds again, and again, until you end up cumming on his tongue.

hard, it comes quick. it had your mind going for a loop — you couldn’t think nor could you register anything out of your little empty brain. you feel a hard pressure pressing against your abdomen, a pool of heat ghosting on your body and you get euphoric tingles. right away, your legs give out as he’s still dug between them, flopping back and landing with a cute oof. choso’s lower part of his chin was soaked and he loved it. he slides your panties back toward the center before having a soft pout. “are you okay? w- was i like the video?”

with a soft exhale leaving your windpipe—you huff, cupping his face. “even better,” and you lean down to kiss him. he moans into your lips, leaning into your gentle touch, sitting up to press his body against yours. swiftly, your tongue licks against his upper lip, tasting your taste that was lingering on his tongue - it’s sweet. choso could feel his heart racing, and you gasp once he slowly trails a hand down between your thighs. as he’s on top of you, he gives your cunt a gentle feel before licking a needy stripe up your neck. “c.. choso, you want more?”

“yeah,” he whines with a subtle nod, and he doesn’t even realize that he’s humping against your leg. “please— pleaseplease, take care of me now m- mommy?”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“nuh uh, no ya don’t. get the fuck back here,” and a small squeak leaves your throat as he’s dragging you back by the hips. clumps of creamy cum stick against the fat of your thighs - it’s spilling, oozing out and he licks his lips at the sight.

you moan from his touch, feeling his hand caress against your curves. “bend f'r me, yeah,” he whispers hoarsely, witnessing the limp arch your body submits. “atta girl,” he coos roughly, bringing his face directly up close to your ass. “what a fuckin’ mess,” he smacks his fat angry tip against your needy slit. kissing his teeth, toji grunts. “really milked the shit outta me, babygirl.”

indeed you did - as he drags a thumb down the swollen bulb of your clit, he stares at the excess cum that pours out of your hole.

“ngh,” you whimper, feeling his toasty warm breath tickle against your wet folds. the second you feel toji’s tongue lap against your entrance, your thighs only grow weaker. you were already so sensitive from before, and the moment his tongue licks against your pussy — you were over. toji’s nasty, smearing his face all over your drooling cunt with the most cockiest grin on his face. the curving slant of his scar brushes against your folds and your toes curl at the rough texture. “tooojiiii,” you gasp out a sweet elongated hum, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“such a fuckin’ messy girl, huhhh,” he quips, flattening his tongue to slurp you full. your legs shiver as your eyes start to roll back, feeling his thumb tantalizingly plug its way against your puckering hole. “messy baby, gotta fuck you ‘n clean you right up,” and his breath against your cunt only makes you twitch more. you moan over and over until your voice was a broke record.

it feels peculiarly cool, a frigid slick coats against your folds as he latches his lips. you whimper, muffled moans clashing against the soft surface of your palm before he playfully bites your pussy.

“such a crybaby, maybe i should stop hm? ‘s it too much? thought you were a big girl.”

“n- no, please,” you choke out a weak sob, the pleasure practically giving you whiplash. your ass swerves against his face briefly, making an attempt to rut your rear against his face. “i am your big girl—don’t stop, ‘toj. ‘m gonna cum, hngh.”

with a scoff, he continues to swipe his tongue across - flicks turning into sloppy, sultry sucks.

it’s to the point where he’s practically just making out with your pussy, tongue kissing and giving it solid french kisses. sloshing sounds of your wet pussy rings against his sensitive ears before he inserts a single thick digit. with gracious ease, you clamp around his finger and you let off a breathless moan.

“c’monnn, give it to me. all on my fuckin’ tongue, girl,” and as he’s sucking you clean, you heave, feeling the plush of your tummy cave in in rapture. once he gives your cunt a rude abrupt spank with his free hand, you let off a cute whine. he tchs, narrowing his jade blown irises at you. “fuckin’ slut. get turned on from jus’ about anything, huh,” and your thighs jiggle with recoil. your shrilling babbles only pitch and grow louder before he’s nibbling harder against your pulsating nub. you huff, digging the edges of your teeth into your flesh. already, you’re dumb and it’s moments until you cum right on his tongue. “mhm.”

as you blissfully succumb to your teeth shattering release, your chest slumps into the mattress and you’re left stupid - entirely stupid.

your tongue was lolled out and your eyes flickered back to the very depths of your craniums “fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, toji,” you slur your words on melodic loop, chewing on each individual syllable. as you collapse, you feel yourself dampen between the crevices of your thighs.

“allllll clean,” he snickers, giving you pussy another smack. you whine, feeling your cunt all tender and sensitive. toji pries his lips off, licking them clean before dragging his thumb across his scar. it was wet, his stubble was drenched, and toji leans in to give your filthy folds one final suck. you’re too stunned to speak, trying to wriggle your ass away from his mouth but he drags you right back again. “not so fast, baby. ‘m not done,” and before he flips you over on your tummy, he spanks your ass just to see the little jiggle. “but since y’er a good girl, i think you can give me one more, right?”

“well—”

you’re interrupted with a mean slap to your pussy.

“that’s enough talkin’ baby. ‘s time y’er pussy gets the mic,” and the dark haired man gives your folds a soft, loving kiss. in a low, hoarse whisper, he hums, staring straight at your twitching entrance. “ain’t that right, princess? uh huh, thought so.”

☆ SATORU GOJO.

makes you squirt for the first time and immediately gets addicted to it.

“heh, angel if i had a dollar for every time you squirted f'me today, i’d be rich— well, technically i am rich,”

and of course with gojo, not only is he a good eater but he’s a fucking blabbermouth.

he’d literally talk your ear off while you’re riding his face. white thin strands of hair nearly occlude his view of vision. as he’s lying flat on his back, he needs to take a few seconds to dig his hand through his hair, combing the strands back in place. your legs tremor with desirable euphoria.

as you shifted your weight against him — his chiseled jaw all shiny and glistening with your arousal, he simpers as you prepare to speak. “s- shut up, ‘toru,” you repeat yourself for the nth time, eager for him to start up again. his tongue had you craving for more. this was his favorite view of you, without a doubt. just straddling his face, rocking your rickety hips back and forth until you gush out again. sucking in a long breath of air, you bury your shivery fingers into his smooth snowy-rich scalp. “ngh, talk so fuckin’ much just finish.”

“ugh, well excuse me,” he rolls his eyes, pretending to be offended. the white haired male used a single thumb to pry your legs open before he rolls out his long tongue. it’s clean, a pretty pink tongue that’s already watering at the tip. drip after drip. your breath hitches at the sight, he’s hungry for more and so were you. “let’s try with my fingers this time, pretty girl. think we can do that?”

you nod, inching a hand down to touch yourself but with quick reflexes - he grabs your hand only to then spank your pussy, earning a cute yelp from you. “ah ah. words, i was speaking to you, not your pussy, dummy.”

“y- yes,” you hiss, feeling the stutter in your waist accelerate. if it wasn’t for gojo’s hand gripping against your left hip, you’d have surely collapse onto him. “i can take your fingers, ‘toru.”

“fuck yeah you can,” he purrs - hot breath going right up against your slick folds. you whimper, watching with hazy doe eyes as he starts up again. gojo feels your cunt sporadically twitch in his mouth and he groans. he creates a swirl with the tip of his tongue before slowly inserting one finger. one eventually turns into two and the stretch, your legs were on its last final final hinges. you moan at the thickness of his digits curling all around your soaked gripping walls, swabbing up a nice amount of your slick slippery sweet. “yeah, listen to her. she’s got so much to say unlike you.” and his pristine azul eyes were staring straight at your cunt, not you. the wet wet squelches from your own slobbering folds makes your hips jerk forward quicker.

as he’s vigorously plunging two fingers in and out, his tongue continuing to slurp you clean. you whine, tugging on his hair, holding onto it tight for support. a hand claws into his silky strands before you hear the sloppy sluuuurps that slither out of his annoying mouth.

“sa— fuck, satoru,” you sob out, gasping once the tips of his digits locate your g-spot with such ease. he was so quick, his fingers knew exactly what to do. mimicking a bowling ball grip, he fucks his fingers into your swollen cunt, still latching his lips onto your pussy. “ngh, ‘toru. i just finished. satoruuuu.”

“babyyyy,” he mocks your moan in a faux manner, fully exaggerating the way you sounded. you rode his face at a more steady yet faster tempo, already feeling yourself about to collapse.

the stimulation had you floating on an incredible high. white thin brows of his arch into a furrow as he’s melting in your cunt, laying his tongue flat before overzealously sucking against your clit.

“mhm, that’s it. make another mess. awh. don’t be shy, ‘toru’s gonna clean—mmph,” he pauses with a grunt, giving you a half glare as you yank his hair forward. his smug grin returns and he briskly pistons his fingers further into your gummy walls. “as i was saying, ‘toru’s gonna clean you right up. always liked the mess.”

you’re spasming — the only thing you could see was a multitude of bright colors. as your jaw drops right on lewd cue, dangling goofily, you felt a gush of pleasure ripple out of you again. your thighs practically stuck together, the numbness adding its own kind of gripping sting before he quickly snatched his soaked fingers out. now, you’re just a drooling babbling puddle—with huffed breaths, you glance down at gojo who’s got the biggest grin.

as he’s lapping up your mess, you feel the tip of his nose swipe its way against your folds. he couldn’t help but smell you, your heat. you were so hot, in more ways than one. cerulean blue eyes meet yours one more time before he snickers, a tiny pout curling against his lips.

“oh, baby. are you cryin’?”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“no, go on. finish touchin’ her,”

hoarse low words embarrassingly creates a pulse between your thighs. as you stare at sukuna, not only are you knuckles deep into your swollen pussy but you’re also caught red handed.

curses, you knew full well how sukuna wasn’t fond of you touching what’s his. to him, you were his and that included your precious cunt. crimson red eyes bore into you as you slouch back, continuing to pump your sloppy drenched digits in and out. “keh. the audacity.”

you felt a burning heat settle against your skin, its feverish. you take a minute to swallow, a slimy coat coating the entirety of your fingers before you whine.

“kuna,” and he sucks his teeth - staring at you play with yourself right in front of him. with two hands, he spreads your legs, not wanting you to hide anything else. his touch send a feverish thrill up your spine and you gasp once he lightly smacks your hand away. “p— pleas-”

“quiet, woman,” he grouses, using the fat of his thumb to spread your quivering cunt lips apart further. he gets a full face view of how soaked you were. as you remain sat against a fluffed pillow, you gulp at the sight of the demon - licking his lips, forked tongue baring out a single fang the more his mouth stretches opens. within a second, he lolls out his long tongue before getting a sweet taste of your soppy pussy. you whimper, the texture of his pink muscle makes you shiver. “mhm,” he grunts, the low vibrations tickling against you.

but you start to feel an extra tongue glide against your soddened folds. voluntarily, your back arches and you heard a loud slurp before meeting the view of one of his broad hands.

you remember sukuna telling you how he had tongues on … certain other places of his body.

he’s told you about his stomach but never his hands. “s- sukuna,” you whimper, the texture feeling frigidly cold. it tickles at first, his clammy hand smearing back and forth against your cunt. “fuck, fuuuuck,” and your head leans back, all types of emotions foiling at your brain. and your irises slowly became docile. both slippery tongues were forked, long, and slimy. you shudder the entire time, gasping in long exaggerated breaths as your thighs try to stick together from the growing heat. “gonna cum, ‘kuna. ‘m not gonna last.”

“yes you are,” he snarls in correction, the mixture of two fat tongues diverting against your clit sends you pangs of obscene rapture.

he hums in amusement at the sight of your back and how it effortlessly arches for him and only him. another one of his hands creeps between your legs, plucking them open some more. his words were dangerously husky, they stirred something inside the empty depths of your tummy, making you pulse. speaking of, he feels the crazed pulse throb against each tongue, and his slurps become more carnal. “my, what a sloppy cunt. the audacity to be touchin’ her though is beyond me, little one,” and you could hear the possessiveness lingering off his tongue.

within each slurp, suck, and suckle—you just knew it was impossible to last. the stimulation of both concluding muscles against your folds makes you go further and further toward the edge. you’re so close that you could almost taste it on the tip of your tongue. sugary sweet with a sprinkle of saltiness. “sukunaaa,” you whimper, too weak to even pull at his hair.

you were at his very mercy - one of his favorite things in the world. the way you’d murmur out his name in that sweet pathetic voice, a desperate cry for more.

but alas, your words would always fall on deaf ears. he’d edge you ‘till the end, until you’re begging. with your legs feeling like practical mush, your jaw tightens before he finally lets you finish on both jarring tongues. “you’re so dramatic,” he grouses with a scowl, allowing you to conclude at your climax, heaving large breaths every few seconds. even though it was just minutes, with sukuna, he made anything seem like orgasmic long hours. “good girl, thaaaat’s it.”

and he moves his mouth away, allowing his hand tongue to do the remainder of the cleaning. the sensation was unlike anything you’ve felt before. you whimper, achy pipes in your throat all scratchy and hoarse from how vocal you were just a few moments ago. the tongue that rests against his palm sucks you clean—it’s more tender and gentle and you’re a stammering mess, secretly adapting to the strange yet pleasurable feeling..

you’re still trying to recollect breaths, invisible glue sticks and glosses between your legs before you glance up at sukuna who’s got a sly smile. “w- what’s with the look?”

“oh, nothing,” the demon retorts wittily, leaning up to press a soft kiss against your neck. his touch made you shiver and you wrap your arms around him almost instantly.

his cologne as always, was loud and made its name known across the entire room. leaning up against your ear, he licks it - which turns into seductive nibbles before he whispers. “i was just thinking. i think you’d prefer my stomach tongue a lot more, princess. i promise i’ll try not to swallow ya, heh.”

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ciaoteamo · 6 months

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Milk and Water Pt. II

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: the aftermath of letting him in

pt.I

(art credits: @yunonoaii)

warnings: 18+ content

“…what. the. fuck.” You mutter to yourself, watching the scene before you unfold.

“mmm, how about letting me in now? promise i won’t bite you too hard” His eyes were dangerously seductive.

Your desktop fan and the slight rustling sound of (what you could only assume was) him touching himself filled the eerie silence of your office space.

However, he could still tell that you were hesitant to let him in, especially considering what he just did to D.D.D.

“how about this, sweetheart we-“

“if i open this door.” You cut him off. He shuts up quickly and halts his movements with a blank stare. His eyes watching you intently.

“you come straight to me, or else i swear to fuck. it will not be a good time for you. you copy?” Your hands were firmly grasping the edge of the desk as you stared the man in his color changing eyes.

“i promise” He kisses the window and you give him one last short lived glare before unlocking the door for him.

BZZT!

He slowly turns away from you and walks toward the door and you felt relieved to hear a light knock a few seconds later before he let himself in.

“see? you can trust the milkman” He grins.

He was a mess. Between the torn clothing, the blood, and his unzipped slacks that displayed his black briefs holding back a huge bulge, he honestly looked like something out of a wet dream.

“this is quite a small space… you think i’ll be alright in here?” He closed the door behind himself and strides toward you.

“you don’t have any choice but to be alright” You retort and he chortles.

“i love this mouth of yours… i’ve never crossed paths with a human as bold as you…” He tilts his head, placing a hand under your chin to lift it a bit.

“unless you’re actually scared… and using this boldness as a tactic..?” His irises turn white once again and his grip on your chin tightened slightly.

Though you were enduring a near death experience right now, being that you were this close to a doppelgänger, you were unbelievably horny.

“tactics?” You start. You already knew that you probably wouldn’t be able to get out of his grip just by moving, so you used a more… inappropriate approach.

You took a step closer to him, closing in the 2 foot gap that sat between the two of you and you placed your palm over his hard-on.

His grip immediately loosened a bit and his fingers twitched against your skin. What a reaction that was…

You feel more confident, realizing that he’s just another horny good looking guy. “is there a reason i should be afraid of you?” You ask, hand squeezing around him and a finger rubbing his tip.

He shudders and his hand falls from your chin and rests around your throat. His forehead tapped against yours, and your eyes were fixed on each other. “…you really are something”

“wish i could say the same for you“ You start, breaking the eye contact to look at his lips and sharp canines. “you’re just a slutty and messy excuse of a monster” Your words would probably be venom to anyone else, but this only riled him up more.

You felt his throbbing under your palm and grin to yourself before being greedily pulled into a kiss. For a brief moment, you could taste a metallic bloody taste on his tongue.

You moaned at the warmth of his mouth and felt his hands rested on your hips, rubbing circles into the area.

You release yourself from the kiss with his bottom lip between your teeth and a smile. “desperate, are we?” You tease.

“painfully…” His eyes glistened. “what’ll it take to get those pretty lips to go a little lower?”

“show me what yours can do first and i’ll see about returning the favor” You challenge. His eyes go back and forth between yours before he kisses you again.

This time however, he started to undo your uniform. Groaning so deeply that you felt the rumble in your throat. His skilled hands loosened your belt and your slacks came down and off.

Next he lowered himself and lifted you a bit to get off your socks and shoes, making him get more sloppy and needy within the kiss.

At this point he was squatting and you were standing over him, holding both sides of his face. His hands travelled up and down your leg as he stayed in his position and this time, he’s the one to break the kiss.

You were both breathing heavily, and staring each other down. You almost forgot your resolve and let him fuck you right then and there.

But you had to stay strong, for both of you guys’ sake. You take a deep breath in and til your head.

“well, you gonna show me? or are just sit there and look delirious from a simple kiss?” You teased.

“…may i?” He asks with a slightly raised eyebrow, gesturing toward your leg.

“go ahead”

“hold on to something right”

“why am i h- shit!” You would’ve fell right to the ground if it wasn’t for the shelf behind you that held last months documents. Albeit, they’re scattered over the floor now.

Your legs were snatched from underneath you and each one was hooked over the man’s shoulders. His warm breath against you felt sinister. It sent a slight chill up your spine.

His eyes stared down at your sex and he licked his lips, looking more excited than you did for this. “don’t let go” He says before using gis fingers to spread you sticky lips.

His tongue pressed hard into you and drug from your hole, up to your clit. You bit your lip at the warmth and felt your back arch against your will.

“ha~ this all you got? Thought you said you’d be bet- anghh~!” Your eyes widen and your mouth drops at the new feeling below.

“you were saying?” He mumbles into you. His tongue was longer with a pointy tip, and his lips were wrapped tightly around your clit.

The pleasure was almost overwhelming. You could definitely admit that he made you eat your words and replace them with loud endless moans.

As you felt yourself getting closer you began to grind your hips over his face, chasing after your high.

“don’t stop” You could barely get out the last word before the wave of immense overstimulating pleasure came over you.

You curse and take in a few deep breaths, calming yourself down a bit, and only then did he let your clit go with a ‘pop’, making your legs to twitch.

“that wasn’t fair” You jokingly glare at him, the sweat making your skin shine and chilly from the fan air.

“i told you i was better” He wipes his chin with his thumb and licks it clean without breaking the eye contact.

“you have to be some sort of… sex demon” You shake your head in disbelief.

“maybe i am?” He lets you tug him closer by his tie and give him another sloppy kiss. The change in size of his tongue being just below too much for you as it explored your mouth.

“well let’s see how long you can last then… hm?” You ask, beginning to leave a trail of light kisses on his next before a harsh bite.

You could feel him shudder and decided to have him sit in your office chair. “let me borrow this..” You say, undoing his tie while he sat.

You spin the chair around and bring both of his arms to the back and tie them to the chair. When you spin his back around, his had such a mischievous grin that you went ahead and addressed.

“yes, i know you could probably get out of that in a heartbeat” You start and roll your eyes. He chuckles, amused at your awareness. “but, will you?” It was your turn to put on the sly grin now. The second he managed to break free from his restraint, would be the moment you’d send him off.

“…” He read your face, bit knowing if he should say something sly or not.

“right, thought so” You smile and give him a few taps on the cheek.

You kneel between the man’s legs, finally addressing the large and throbbing penis before you.

“god you’re hard… you weren’t kidding when you said you needed help” You joke, rubbing his wet tip through his boxers with you finger.

He grunted a bit and readjusted himself in his seat. You look up at him before pressing harshly on it with your thumb.

“oh fuck you~” He throws his head back and you giggle.

You reach for the hem of his briefs and tug at them, signaling him to lift his hips. Once he’s exposed, you could really see the girth and length of him.

He was veiny, thick… bright pink tip, and god knows how long it was.

You put your hand around the base, it was warm and nearly pulsating. Your pace was moderate, giving him just enough to work with. You knew it was a nice steady pace when his hips slightly jerked up for more friction.

“needy boy wanting to fuck my hand? this wasn’t even the main event you asked for, love” You coo, strengthening the grip you had on him by a smidge.

“i can’t help that you know how to use those hands of yours so well” He remarks, still facing the ceiling.

You pump your fist higher up and use your own skilled tongue to drag along his vein.

“@$?!~” He moaned and immediately looked down at you with a snarl. An almost threatening one telling you that he wanted more.

And were you planning on giving it to him? Absolutely not.

You stare right back at him and smirk, using the same motion and occasionally sucking the pre cum from its leaky pink source.

“i’m gonna cum” Your eyes welled a bit at the large shaft triggering your gag reflex. But he was close so you would endure the slight pain.

His thrust his hips up a few times and you force your head as far as you could before completely stopping.

“fuck- why’d you stop” His voice was almost a whisper and suddenly thick white ropes shot into the air and landed on his thigh.

“oh i’m sorry, i’ll keep going” You reach for his most sensitive spots, overstimulating him into a nervous laughter as he begged you to stop.

It was fun watching him experience more than he could handle, but all good things come to an end.

He sighs in relief, sweaty, heaving, and dazed.

“can i be freed now?” He asks.

“sure, why not. looks like you’re done here anyway” You shrug.

“who’s done?” He stands up, simply snapping the tie apart.

“oh… you’ve still got more in you?”

“im the milkman, i never run out” He suddenly picks you up and sits on you on the desk. Jesus, these things are strong.

You wrap your hands around your neck, suddenly feeling the arousal for another round yourself.

His hands find your slick entrance, teasing the outside and slipping two cold slender fingers into you.

“mmm!” You mean into the kiss, holding onto his forearm as he fingered you at an inhumane pace. You break away and cat h your breath trying to slow him down a bit.

“i don’t want to cum from this, put it in” You say.

“yes ma’am” He lines himself up without your entrance and slowly pushes himself in with a moan. You could every centimeter of the stretch as he went deeper.

You tapped the back of your head onto the window behind you and felt him kissing on your neck and collarbone.

“fuck you’re big” Your voice slightly shook as you stated the obvious.

“and you’re so warm and wet inside, i ashamed to admit that i almost came putting it in” He chuckled before biting back another groan.

RIIIIING

You snap your head in the direction of the phone and see D.D.D. calling.

Shit.

“stop, i have to take this.” He halts his thrusts and you grab the phone. “hello?”

“agent number” A deep voice says over the phone.

“5 5 8 4 3 7” You state clearly.

“thank you agent (Y/N), we’re calling about a few M.I.A. cleaners? it says in our system that you were the last to call. is everything alright?”

“ye-es~” You feel something rubbing your g-spot and look over at Francis. ‘stop, now.’ You mouth silently. He just smirks and speeds up.

“are you sure? you sound like you’re being threatened” The man on the phone asks.

“mhm~, im fine sir, just a little shaky” You put your hand over the phone speaker and look at Francis.

“what the fuck is wrong with you??” You ask, interrupting yourself with a few moans.

“just a little thirsty for some water” He thrusts harder, causing him to hit your g-spot, and your clit back to back.

You cover your mouth with your shirt and moan into it, hearing the buzz of a voice on the phone. Honestly you should be scared, they could show any minute, but right now, you could care less.

“im gonna cum” You whisper, still being mindful of the potential listeners.

“yeah?” He grabs a young and stands straight up, slamming you down into his cock. You let out something just short of a scream into the crook of his neck and find yourself twitching and shaking in his grip.

You heard a splash and felt him fill you up with his seed. You both were a moaning, groaning mess, heavily breathing in place.

“(Y/N), do you copy?……. we’re on our way” The phone then hangs up and the low buzzy voice is replaced with a prominent beep.

“you have to go, they’re coming” You lazily try to leave his strong hold with a tired push against his chest.

“but first” He puts you back on the desk where you rest your back against the cold glass window. “a drink..” His tongue grows longer right infont of you, and cleans you from your ankles to your navel, and of course he ran it over the bundle of nerves he’s been abusing all night, making your body jolt.

“you’re so delicious… i wish i could always taste you” His tongue goes back to its normal size.

“well i’ll get going now… i’ll be seeing you again soon, love. i’ll try not to cause too much trouble next time…” He gives you a peppery kiss on the nose and leaves.

Well, that’s one way to end your day shift…

#ciaoteamo #x reader #imagine #smut #milkman smut #milkman x reader #milk the man #milkman #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses

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fairy-angel222 · 7 months

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“𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘”.. 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐄 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—gojo finds out that you’re baking a pie for some stupid co worker of yours, shows you that he’s the only one deserving

pairing: gojo x fem! reader

content: smut, tit slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, hair pulling, belly bulge, breeding, finger sucking, spit swallowing, mean teasing

When Gojo strolled into the kitchen to find you baking one of your signature cream filled pies he hummed. Pressing up against you with his arms around your waist while placing soft kisses to your neck.

“That smells delicious baby, who’s it for?” He had seen the text from your coworker asking you to bake one for him.

“Oh thanks baby! It’s just for some coworker at work. Been begging me for one of my pies for a while now.” You shrugged. “Hmm.. and would that co worker happen to be the same one who’s been flirting with you for ages?” He whispered when his lips reached your ear, hot breath fanning against your skin as you swallowed hard.

—

“Don’t fucking run from it baby, take it all like a good girl.” Gojo growled out, a grin spread across his face as his cock drilled meanly into your cunt. His hand in your hair yanking your head back to look up at him. Blue eyes seemingly darker when he groaned.

“My little slut’s so fucking pretty.” Grinding hard against your ass, a loud mewl escaping your lips when his tip grazed roughly into your gummy spot. “You feel that?” He rolled his hips again, his eyes never leaving yours as his hand pressed against the bottom of your stomach. “Feel me deep in you baby?”

You let out a shaky cry, your body being jerked back and forth with each of the man’s harsh thrusts. His hand pointing out the bulge of his tip against your skin. “Nngh— Satoru.”

“Open that pretty little mouth for me.” Gojo breathed, your back arching deeply as you sniffled. Doing as told and opening your mouth with a whimper, allowing Gojo’s spit to fall onto your tongue with a hum. Two of his slender fingers finding their way into your mouth, resting on the back of your tongue before he was lightly thrusting them down your throat.

“That’s it. That’s the good slut i know.” he smirked, your lips enclosing around the digits as your eyes closed with the shiver of your body.

Your loud moans were muffled as Gojo bullied his fat cock deep into your tightness. Eyes pooling with tears as your stomach burned with heat. Gojo’s hand finding its way to grope at your tits, pinching at your hard nipples making you let out a choked whine.

You yelped when your boyfriend’s large hand landed softly on your breast, mewling messily around his fingers when it landed harder on the other one. Your body trembled as Gojo’s finger trailed down your stomach, stopping at your clit to rub on the sensitive nub. Pulling out a string of moans followed by a cry when he slapped down at your clit.

“Gonna show you a real cream pie baby. Gonna stuff that pussy full of me.” Gojo grunted, one hand remaining on clit while he removed the one in your mouth with a string of salvia still attached. Using it to knead the flesh of your ass, red from the constant slamming of his hips onto it.

“S-satoruu, you’re so mean— ahh,” you mewled when you felt a harsh smack stinging through your skin. Your boyfriend’s hand reaching to your neck as he pulled you close, increasing the speed of his thrusts with a chuckle.

“Hmm, am i? Could’ve decided to leave this pussy wet and needy if i wanted to.” Pressing his chest flush against your back, his breath hot on your ear. “Could’ve left you to go bring you that stupid pie to that stupid boy, baby.” He scoffed in faux offense. “I’m hurt, i’d say i’m quite nice don’t ya think?”

You could only whimper as you felt yourself getting close, pussy clenching around Gojo’s cock when his grip on your neck tightened.

“O-oh, Satoru— ‘m close,” you cried, your eyes rolling back and your legs shaking.

“Thought i was mean huh? Why’re you coming on a mean man’s cock?” he teased, his finger’s movements on your clit speeding up to drive you over the edge.

Cumming hard with the scream of his name, your sopping pussy gushing onto his cock. Gojo groaned deeply, his thrusts noisy as heavy balls slapped against your folds. Basking in the feeling of your perfect pussy before he was bottoming out in you.

“Gonna stuff this pussy nice ‘n full with my cum.” His movements stilling as he pumped ropes after ropes onto your walls. Painting them from red to white with a smile. “Look at that, greedy pussy’s swallowing it all.” Pulling out of you ever so slowly and watching as his cum spilled in tiny spurts as your hole spasmed.

You let out a breath, allowing your body to fall limp into the sheets as you panted. You should have seen that coming.

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classyrbf · 1 month

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ᯓ★ BETTER THAN YOUR BOYFRIEND! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...what happens when your boyfriend cheats on you and you look towards your best friend for help

INFO...jjk men (toji, gojo, geto, nanami) x fem!reader, reader gets cheated on, riding, sending a video to your ex, oral (f!receiving), car sex, kinda cute/some fluff in the beginning, pet names (doll, princess, baby, sweetheart), creampie, possessiveness, choking, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

ᯓ★ TOJI

When you showed up on Toji’s doorstep in the middle of the night with tears pouring down your face he was more than ready to kill whoever made your cry. He wasn’t surprised when you told him your shitty boyfriend had cheated on you and not with just one girl but multiple. Toji never liked your boyfriend, he could tell that guy was up no to good from the start, reading him like a book. He’d be sure to beat the shit out of him once he helped you gain composure.

“I’m sorry for showing up so late,” you hiccuped as he wiped your tears.

“Don’t worry about it, doll. You know I’m always here for you.” He gave you a soft smile. Toji hated to see you this way, you were too pretty to be crying over some guy who looked like he crawled from the sewers. “That guy was a piece of shit. You deserve better.”

“But, every guy I’ve been with or tried to be with has done me so wrong!” It only made more tears spill from your eyes. Toji engulfed you in a hug, rubbing your back. “Toji?” You sniffled.

“Yeah?” He pulled away from you, wiping your tears again.

“Kiss me. Right now,” you demanded. You had to see for yourself if what you’ve been feeling these last couple of weeks was absolutely true. Toji had zero clue, but you’ve been thinking about him way too much, more than a best friend should, feeling more than a best friend should. And when he planted his lips on yours, cupping your face, kissing you like a starved man, you didn’t quite expect your tears of sadness to be turned into tears of pleasure.

“Nnngh, Toji!” You moaned, his fat tip rubbing against your g-spot with each thrust of his hips. Your arms clung around his neck, fingers resting in his black silky hair.

“Can’t—mmm, fuck—believe he’d cheat on you! His fucking loss!” He growled in your ear, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, hugging you close to him. Your pussy clenched down around him, milking him for his every worth, juices dripping down his length and onto his balls. “So tight, doll—oh shit!” He grunted. Lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room, echoing off the walls around you. “Been wanting you forever, craving you.”

Your brows furrow in pleasure, barely able to contain your moans as you and Toji stare into each others eyes. “M-me too!” You whimper, nodding your head at him. You lips messily interlock, tongue gliding against one another, swallowing each others moans.

“Let’s show him what he’s missing, baby.” He smirks, reaching for your phone on the couch. His thrusts come to a stop, clicking on your now ex boyfriend’s contact and opening the camera to record a video. “Go nice and slow for me,” he says huskily.

Slowly, you move your hips up and down his thick shaft, whimpering when you feel him throb against your walls. Toji angles the camera up, a devious look in his eye. He moves it back down when you start to move faster, you sloppy pussy squelching when you slam your hips down on his. Toji slaps your ass a few times before grabbing it, guiding your hips to go slower once again. “That’s it, doll. Good fucking girl,” he lowly chuckles in your ear. Toji ends the video, sending it and tossing the phone to the side.

“I can’t believe we actually did that,” you giggle, biting down on your lip. Not even one minute passed before your phone began ringing, vibrating on the couch but you were too busy getting your brains fucked out to even notice. “Ah, you’re so deep,” you mewl, the curve of his dick making your back arch.

“Better get used to it cause we won’t be stopping anytime soon.” He placed a wet kiss on your neck, sloppily thrusting into your poor pussy. “You’re my girl now.” He’s slamming your hips back down on his cock, fucking you deeply, making sure every inch of him is coated in your juices. He quickly pulls out, jerking his cock before thick globs of cum coat your skin before he’s inserting himself back inside your dripping entrance. Neither of you noticing the five missed calls and fifteen unread texts from your ex.

ᯓ★ GOJO

As soon as you called Gojo crying, he basically teleported to your house. When he learned that your boyfriend had cheated on you and you kicked him out, he was the least bit shocked. For the past month you’ve told Gojo that your boyfriend has been acting off, and finally the truth came to light.

“I’m so sorry,” he frowned, rubbing the top of your head as you cried into his chest. It hurt Gojo to see you like this, constantly seeing you get hurt by these shitty guys who didn’t know any better. He had a massive crush on for the longest time and he’s always been afraid to say anything. He’d treat you better, treat you the way you’ve always deserved.

“I just don’t it, Toru! Is it me? Did I do something wrong?” You frowned.

“No, no! It’s not you all! You’re absolutely perfect. He’s a fucking asshole for not seeing that sooner. You’re kind, funny, smart, and beautiful. You’re everyone’s dream girl, y/n.” It may have sounded like he was only trying to be nice, but in reality he was speaking from his heart.

“Awe, Toru, thank you,” you giggled through your tears. Gojo looked at you few seconds, the most sincere expression written on his face.

So how, in only a few minutes, did he make you go from giggling to moaning like bitch in heat?

“Feel better, princess?” He mumbles against your cunt, sucking on your swollen and sensitive clit. “Please tell me you feel better,” he whines.

“Toru—mmph! What’s—ah! Oh my god!” He slides his long, slender fingers into your sopping hole, pumping them in and out, curling them up slightly. Your jaw falls slack at the way his tongue expertly explores your folds, licking up every last drop of your essence. Your hand clings to his fluffy white hair, his hands pushing your legs open each time they threat to close around his head.

“Taste so good, princess. Just like I imagined—mmm,” he moans at your delectable taste, ignoring the way your squirming in his hold and clenching around his fingers as your second orgasm approaches. His captivating eyes flutter open to look at you, watching the way you lose yourself on his tongue. He could tell your boyfriend—ex boyfriend has never pleasured you like this before, let alone made you cum.

“Fuck!” You gasp. “Feels so good—hah, shit! Toruuu!” You cry out, legs quivering when the tip of his tongue runs back and forth over your clit.

“Promise me something, yeah?” He moves his fingers in and out of your sloppy hole slowly, bringing you right on the edge. “Be mine? I’ll treat you so good, princess. Been wanting to for the longest time, god, you’re so fucking perfect. Please?” He presses soft kisses to your thighs that make your breath hitch.

“You’re confessing now?!” You chuckle, trying to catch your breath.

Gojo smiles up at you. “Is that a yes?” He quirks a brow. He presses the pads of his fingers against your g-spot massaging slowly.

“Ah,” you bite down on your lip, “you’re no fair!” You run your fingers through his hair. “It’s a yessssuhh.” You’re barely able to get the word out before he dips his head between your legs again, his wet tongue circling your clit. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m cumming again!” Your head is thrown back as your entire body shakes with pleasure.

“Thank you, princess,” Gojo murmurs.

ᯓ★ NANAMI

Nanami noticed you haven’t been yourself for the past couple of days and he didn’t dare to ask but he had a feeling it had something to do with that obnoxious and egotistical boyfriend of yours. It always had something to do with him no matter what. He didn’t think of it when you asked him if you can come over and watch a movie, but not even five minutes in the door you start explaining everything. You didn’t cry, just talked and talked about it, venting about the situation. He was glad to be an ear. He’ll always be here to help.

“I’m just so frustrated and I hate feeling this way!” You rolled your eyes.

“Maybe you need to deal with it in other ways rather than venting,” he suggested.

“Like what? Drinking my problems away? I’d rather not.” You shook your head, waving your hand in dismissal.

What didn’t cross your mind was the fact your best friend was talking about having you bent over, fucking you into the mattress. “K-Ken! F-fuck!” Your eyes squeeze shut when he thrusts his hips harder, the tip of his swollen cock pressing into your sweet spot.

His thick fingers squeeze into your plush skin, pulling you back onto his cock. He leans over next to your ear, breath fanning against your skin sweaty skin. “He doesn’t know how to handle a woman like you. Not like I do.” He peppers kisses down your back, a contrast of you screaming his name.

Your walls squeeze around him at his words, your pussy somehow growing wetter than it already was, creating a sloppy and sticky mess where you two met. Your hands grasped the sheets below. “Yes, Ken, handle me, show me you can handle me!” You grit your teeth, looking back at him.

A feral growl escapes his throat, blonde hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He reaches a hand down, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushes your head into the mattress, the sound of skin to skin slapping against each other growing constant as he fucks your hard and deep with such a grueling pace. “I can handle you, sweetheart,” he chuckles deeply. “Better than your boyfriend.” He licks his lips.

“Mmm—ah, yes!” You laugh with a smile. “Ex.” You’re quick to correct.

“Who gives a fuck what he is—hah, shit, sweetheart, gripping me so damn tight.” He’s so focused on the way your ass ripples against his hips, addicted to how warm and wet your cunt is. It was hypnotizing. Your jaw hung open, eyes rolled back, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth and onto the bed below you. Each rut of his hips had you going stupid, barely able to think.

Successfully, you can say that his method of dealing with your problems has worked better than you could’ve imagined. “Feel so good inside me! Don’t stop!” You cry out, voice wavering. The stretch of his cock against your gummy walls had you craving more. So much more to the point you wanted to feel all of him. “Cum in me.” You’re bitting down your lip so hard you’re afraid you’ll draw blood.

Those three words have Nanami’s eyes wide in excitement. His body runs hot, your words making the blood rush straight to his pulsating cock. “D-don’t say stuff—mmph—like that,” he grunts.

“I thought you could handle me?” You’re smirking, playing with fire. His rough hands grip onto your hips harder, hard enough to leave bruises. Each thrust of his ragged hips shoots bolts of pleasure through your core.

His brows furrow in concentration, grunts and growls mixing in with your moans as his abs tense up, body jolting forward as his sloppily thrusts into your greedy hole. “I can handle you better than anyone else and you know it!” His hand swats your ass, a loud smack cracking in the air. “Nngh, shit!” Before he knows it, his tip kisses your cervix, pulling you back on his cock as his hot cum paints your walls.

ᯓ★ GETO

When you told Geto about your boyfriend cheating on you, he knew you’d needed to be comforted despite what you said. So he planned a day just for you to do your favorite things in attempts to take your mind off of things, but he could see that you were still thinking about it deep down. The both of you sat in the car, watching over the city lights while music quietly played on the radio. The orange sunset casted a hue over the world, shining brightly.

“I’m sorry I just can’t get it out of my head.” You pout, fiddling with your fingers. “I appreciate you doing this, Suguru.”

“Of course, y/n. It’s the least I could do.” He gave a half smile, caressing your back.

“It just keeps replaying over and over in my head,” you shut your eyes, “I hate it. Nothing takes my mind off of it no matter what!” You ran your hand over your face, slouching in the passenger seat.

“Well, there’s something we haven’t tried yet.” Geto raised a brow, shrugging his shoulders.

“What?” You asked, confused.

Minutes later your knees are to your chest, the sheer force of his hips rocking your body into the seat of the car. Strands from his messy bun cling to his forehead, sweat dripping between the divots of his abs. His calloused hand presses down on your lower abdomen, the pad of his thumb reaching down to rub your neglected clit. “Sugu!” You cry out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

The car shakes with his feral and animalistic thrusts, the curve of his cock finding your sweet spot, knocking the breath out of you. You’re panting and gasping, clawing at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Come on, baby, you can do it.” His lips quirk up into a smirk, his hand reaching out, slipping his fingers into your mouth to suck on. “Let it all go for me.” He moves at a rapid pace, your eyes rolling back and your body going limp, hands falling to your sides.

He removes his fingers from your mouth, his hands gliding down to your throat, fingers ghosting over your skin before he carefully wraps his hand around it, gripping it firmly. “I’ll make you forget everything about him. You want that, don’t you? Fill that pretty little head of yours with nothing else but me.” His sultry words send shivers down your spine. A devilish chuckle escapes from him when he feels you flutter around his throbbing length. “Nnngh,” he plants a wet kiss on your jaw, “cum for me.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m cumming!” You scream, eyes widening at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. “Yes, yes!” You squeal, legs shaking as he continues to rub your clit, dragging every last bit of your orgasm out of you.

His heavy balls slap against your ass at a rough pace, threatening to spill his seed inside of you. “Want to mark you, show that asshole who you’ve always belonged to!” Sinful eyes stare back at you.

Fat tears roll down your cheeks. “I’m yours! I’m y-yours! Ahh!” He puts more pressure on your clit, your body jolting, squirming beneath him.

“Hah, fuck, baby!” He moans, jaw falling open as he tosses his head back. He clenches his jaw, grunting as he keeps the same fervent tempo. He watches the way your filthy pussy clings to him so tightly, your juices forming a ring at the base of his cock, creating a sticky, slimy mess. His thrusts grow hasty, hungry for his orgasm, itching to see you coated in his cum.

He bullies his cock into your cunt, snarling and moaning at how rapidly his orgasm was nearing. He pulled out of you with a drawn out moan and instinctively your soft hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him until you felt warm cum drip onto your stomach.

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