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thexsilentxwordsmith · 8 months

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Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader

Getting so worked up during a celebration for Price's birthday that Simon has to take you in the bathroom of the bar you are both at just so you'll calm down

"Just couldn't fuckin' wait till we got back, yeah baby?" Simon growls in your ear with his warm breath, lips close to the side of your head as you both stand cramped inside that tiny bathroom stall as he desperately works your cunt with his fingers. "My fuckin' needy little kitten, shit you're just grinding away on my thick fuckin' fingers, aren't ya? Needed it that bad?"

It wasn't your fault honestly, he knew what the liquor did to your libido and yet he let you have shot after shot to keep pace with the boys...I mean it was a celebration after all, but still.

If he didn't want to be knuckles deep between your petals he should have pulled the reigns long ago...and yet maybe this was what he wanted in the first place. It wasn't like he was dismissing your discrete advances all night, even taking you by the hand to the dingy bar bathroom himself.

Price's birthday wasn't always able to be celebrated, work did have to come first unfortunately, but it just so happened that everything fell into place this year and so the entire group gathered in the local bar to let go and have fun.

And here you were with Simon having you own extra bit of fun, though this one wasn't for sharing...

Using your bandana that you had worn in your hair tonight as makeshift cuffs, Simon had your hands tied behind your head so that you wouldn't be tempted to stop the work his fingers were currently doing down below to get you off.

It had to be quick and distractions wouldn't help.

"Sorry, baby," you whimpered, mouth agape as heavy breaths exited your lips. "Just fucking need you so bad sometimes I can't see straight. And you are just looking so good tonight...was having trouble not just riding you at the table."

Oh he was absolutely gonna give you hell for it, but there was no doubt that he loved every fucking second of just how needy you could get for him. Just hearing that lilting whine in your voice, begging and pleading with him to take you in any way, shape, or form he could sent him up the goddamn wall.

"They probably all know what we're doin' in here, ya know that sweetheart," he said, thick accent making your skin tingle and your clit throb. "They're probably chucklin' under their breaths about how we weren't slick at all, breakin' away from the group like that. I bet they're whisperin' about how you're fuckin' just takin' it all, whatever I give ya."

You shook your head, eyes closed as he slipped another large finger into your already soaked panties and up into your core. "Don't care," you breathed, "even if they call me a whore, they better put your name in front of it and I won't deny it."

The plan was just to get you off quick so that you could finish out the night with the gang and then take you back later to his to do you proper, but fuck the way his cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans that wasn't gonna be enough.

"F-fuck baby, why do you always feel so fucking good?" you again whimpered quietly, so far gone between the booze and your lovers fingers that sanity had left you completely.

You were just so fucking wet, looking so goddamn voluptuous with all those juicy curves, saying all the right things to make him fall apart. As much as he tried to stay sane, it wasn't working, so change of plans...otherwise he was gonna be a fucking mess and that just wouldn't do.

That's how it always went, didn't it? He should've known he could keep himself out of you; not even if he tried.

"Ya want me inside ya?" Simon asked hurriedly out of the blue, as if he didn't already know the answer, and instantly your eyes shot open as your heart nearly burst from your chest.

"God, yes," you answered without hesitation. "Please Simon, fill me to the brim..."

A quick scramble to undo his pants, buckle jingling and denim rubbing against itself as he shimmied the damned things down enough to release himself, his cock already hard and pulsating, needing to enter you now.

Using the toilet paper dispenser as a makeshift ledge, Simon picked you up and set you on it with a prayer that it would stay bolted to the stall wall long enough the he could get you both off before it broke. He hated that any part of you had to touch anything in here, who the fuck knew how clean it was, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Your thighs instantly locked around his hips as you waited for him to align the head of his cock with your entrance. "Gotta make this quick" he groaned, the head of his member slipping itself through your petals.

And there it was, the initial thrust that always split you open as you took every inch inside until he ran out of inches to give. Christ, how fucking amazing it was to be so full of him; that fucking girth was more than enough.

"G-god-d-damn," he choked out, his hands digging harshly into your hips as he clung on for dear life, trying to not cum so fast. "Your gonna be the fuckin' death of me sweetheart."

You were already soaked and he had no trouble slamming into you over and over again, his pace quick and intense as at any moment someone could come walking through the door and hear you two going at it like a couple of teenagers, screwing wherever the mood struck.

Over and over his cock thrust into your core, the wet sounds of skin slapping against one another music to his ears that only fueled his passions further. You were a dream, a fucking vision of lustful beauty, and the way you felt only matched.

What was he supposed to do, not be obsessed? Fuck that, you were the best goddamn thing to happen to the manky bastard and it made him absolutely crazy about you.

Shit the pressure felt divine as the angle of his penetration made certain to engage your sensitive clit as well. Mix that with the tingling in your limbs from the alcohol and you were already dancing dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm.

"Yes, y-yes," you repeated in increasing volume, breasts bouncing up and down against his chest as he pounded into you.

"That's it sweetheart," he praised, "come on. Let go for me baby."

The wall of the stall shaking, the creak of the paper dispenser beneath you, the relentless place of Simon's hips snapping against yours was all to much.

"Cum with me," you begged.

"I'm already there luv," he replied quickly, "just let go. Come on pretty girl, come on."

In and out, in and out of your tight cunt a few more times, his abs clenching as Simon's own orgasm popped off and you were gone, crying out as your body shook from the release of pressure like a least in the wind.

Shit you saw fucking stars with that one.

As you both rode out the end of your pleasure together, that's when you heard the door open and a pair of heavy booted footsteps cross the floor. Simon's large palm cupped over the entirety of your mouth to stifle the last of your orgasmic moans, his cock still buried within you as whoever it was went about their business, taking a piss as was evident by the sound.

The urinal flushed after a few moments, followed by footsteps to the sink. A quick wash and the both of you thought the coast would soon be clear and you'd be able to finish up and head out.

"Be sure and come back to join us when your done, yeah?" the voice of your captain sounded through the tiny room; you'd been caught red handed. "Would hate to see you two leave early...again."

Well fuck, guess the cat was out of the bag now. Simon chuckled as he leaned in and gave you a kiss as the door to the bathroom shut, leaving you two alone in silence again.

"Oops," Simon whispered against your lips before he planted another heavy, greedy kiss to them, "too bad I'm not sorry."

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hsjazebel · 2 months

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Desperate part 1*

Word count: 2387

A/n: This is the first part of a series. It’s the first time I’ve written in a long time so I hope you like it! Also I would like to thank @gurugirl for her help which was very important to me!💘

Content Warning: this is a dbf story so if you don’t like these kind of things please just don’t read it! 18+, age gap (15 years), female masturbation - that’s all for this part.

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You never had so-called daddy issues as you always had a good relationship with your father, but there was something about that man with green eyes that made you feel desperate.

Your father had a large group of friends and they often organized parties and lunches or dinners together, but you never liked these things because there was no one of your age since everyone had younger children and the same age as your sister (so she often abandoned you to be with her friends) and because of this, you found everything very boring.

That is until a new figure appeared in the middle of a barbecue in your backyard: a handsome, curly-haired man with green eyes that seemed to peer into your soul.

You were sure you had never seen this man before because if you had you would definitely remember him given how amazingly handsome he was.

You were peacefully sunbathing on a lounger by the pool while continuing to watch videos on TikTok until your father arrived to interrupt your peace. “Y/n, I wanted to introduce you to someone! Harry. He arrived yesterday from London and as soon as I told him I was having a barbecue at home he wasted no time and arrived. Harry, this is my daughter Y/n!”

As soon as you lay eyes on Harry, your jaw nearly drops. You stand up and offer your hand to the man. “Nice to meet you, Harry.

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m surprised James has a daughter your age.”

You laugh at his joke; it was true many of your parents' friends were surprised when you said you were 23, given that both your parents were not yet 50.

Your hand is still in contact with Harry's and you honestly don't want to take it away, his hand was so big compared to yours and it was so soft and smooth. And then his beautiful voice with his English accent… oh god! You had always had a weakness for the English accent and hearing it on Harry you could say that you would imagine entering heaven like this.

“Let's say that Alice and I didn't wait long to get married and start a family, and she's not that big, she's still my little princess.” Your father's voice brings you back to reality and you feel Harry's hand slip away from yours. “Darling, Harry and I are going back to the others, I'll call you when lunch is ready!” And with that, he kisses you on the head and leaves with Harry not before the man with green eyes says goodbye to you.

After eating you decide to go back into the house to lie down for a while; staying in the sun all day had made you tired and in any case after lunch you always had the habit of taking a nap and the fact that your parents are having a party outside in your garden certainly won't stop you.

You get into the shower to get rid of the chlorine from the pool and also to cool off from all the heat today and finally get into your bed.

There's just one problem: after spending twenty long minutes tossing and turning in bed, you can't sleep, so you decide to do what you always do when you can't sleep: use your fingers to pleasure yourself. You slide your shorts down along with your panties and open your legs. You go straight to your clit because you know it's the fastest way to bring you to release and you start twisting your fingers quickly bringing dirty thoughts to your mind. But the only thing that appears in your head is the penetrating gaze of the English man you met not many hours ago and who is in your garden right now. You start to think about how good his hands would feel on you and how deep his voice would be as he whispers dirty things in your ear. Or how good his tongue would feel on your pussy and how quickly it would bring you to orgasm – because you could swear that man would know how to make a woman feel good. And so within a few minutes, you feel that feeling in your lower belly and you reach your orgasm with Harry in your mind.

You immediately feel tired all over your body and fall asleep soon after.

You didn't think you were that tired, but you were wrong because you woke up and the first thing you see when you open your eyes is your dog, Chery, lying on your legs - which you didn't even know how he got into your room seeing as the door was closed - and the alarm clock on your bedside table read 5:32 pm. You get out of bed and go to wash your face to try to remove some traces of sleep. Soon after you dress in a white top and a pair of shorts, pick up your dog, and go down to the living room.

As soon as you enter you notice from the glass doors overlooking the garden that all the guests have now left, but the thing that immediately catches your eye is Harry sitting on the sofa with your dad watching a football match. “Good morning sleeping beauty!” Your dad greets you.

“Mmh good morning,” you greet, putting your dog down and she jumps directly onto the sofa, placing himself next to Harry.

“There will be 5 of us this evening, Harry is also staying for dinner.”

“Yes, your father and I have a lot of time to catch up on,” Harry tells you with his beautiful smile that makes those pretty dimples of his appear that you want to touch with your index; and then those hands with which he is caressing Chery with… oh lord! Those same hands you fantasized about a few hours ago, with his long fingers and - ok maybe you shouldn't have thought so much about your father's friend like that but it wasn't your fault if he looked like a Greek god.

It's your father's voice that brings you back to reality, “I was thinking you could make your own special pasta, that dish is really delicious!”

“Oh, yes of course!”

Harry looks at you smiling and says, “I love pasta! I can't wait to taste it."

The dinner goes very well, you hear some anecdotes about your father's life as a teenager and you also discover that he was the most wanted boy at university! “I swear I remember being in the cafeteria one day and I heard this group of girls talking about how sexy James was and I was like what?? Are we talking about the same person?” Harry laughs.

And your father being the touchy man he is replies, “You're just jealous because they were talking about me and not you! If maybe at 21 you hadn't had long hair you would have seen that girls would have talked about you too!"

“Hey don't talk like that about my long hair,” Harry says putting a hand on his heart pretending to be hurt by your father's words.

And the evening continues like this, with constant banter between Harry and your father even when dinner is over and they decide to go out on the patio to drink a glass of whiskey while your mother goes to bed and you and your sister retire to your room.

"So Harry isn't that bad right?" Your sister starts. “If he wasn't Dad's friend I would also tell you to flirt with him.” Your eyelids widen at this statement and she continues, “Oh come on don't make that face, I know you think he’s sexy as hell.”

Well, actually your sister wasn't entirely wrong. “I can't deny he's handsome but I would never hit on him! He's dad's friend, like you said, and he'll be twice my age!"

“Yeah y/n as you say, but I know he has already enchanted you with his green eyes and his English accent! Goodnight and try not to dream about it,” she winks at you and walks out of your room leaving you alone.

You quickly realized that sleeping so much in the afternoon wasn't a great idea because you obviously weren't sleepy now and so you turned on the television to watch a few episodes of Friends while putting on a face mask.

After 5 episodes the tiredness was finally making itself felt so you decide to go to sleep, but you realize that the bottle of water on your bedside table is empty, and since you already know that you will wake up at night to drink, you take the bottle and go down to the kitchen to fill it up and finally, you can go to sleep afterward.

But what you don't expect when you get to the kitchen is to see Harry sitting on the couch reading a book. You remain frozen in your place for a moment, partly out of fear because certainly at this time of night, you weren't expecting anyone up, and also because you weren't expecting to see him.

He gives you a sweet smile as soon as he sees you, “Oh hi y/n! Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

“No, don't worry, I just didn't expect to see you here." You say as you walk behind the kitchen island to fill the bottle.

“Oh yes since while your father and I were talking it got late he offered me to stay here for the night and I accepted,” he follows you with his gaze as he closes the book and places it on the table placed in front of the sofa. “Sorry again for scaring you, I didn't think I'd find anyone awake at this hour. By the way, why are you awake?”

You finish filling the bottle by taking a sip and then reply, “I realized my bottle was empty so I came down to fill it. And I could ask the same question to you, why aren't you sleeping?”

"I wasn't sleepy either and I remembered that when I entered the house I had seen a bookshelf and I decided to stay here and read a bit, trying to get myself to sleep."

You approach the sofa where he is sitting, "What book did you choose?”

He takes it from the table and shows you the cover, "Dostoevsky's White Nights, I love this book."

Your eyes widen in surprise, "Oh my god it's my favorite book too! In fact, for the record, that book is mine.”

“So sorry for borrowing it without telling you,” he laughs. “So you like Russian literature?”

“We can say that I love literature in general, especially the classics. In Russian literature I especially love Dostoevsky and Tolstoy," you reply, sitting on the sofa, even if a little far from where Harry is.

“I've never read anything by Tolstoy, maybe I could ask you for some advice.”

“I would be more than happy to help you!”

So you start talking about this and that. You discover that he has a degree in economics and management and has his own company in London. He met your father at the university where they were both doing a master's degree.

“And what can you tell me about yourself? Do you study or work?" At this point, you both had moved a little closer to each other.

“I actually do both. I have been studying fashion marketing in Milan for two years and in the meantime, I work for an Italian fashion magazine!” You've always liked talking about what you study because it's been a great passion of yours since you were little and you still can't believe that you're doing your dream job.

“So you live in Milan? I have been there many times and I love that city as I love all of Italy.”

“Yes, I live in Milan but I always come back here in the summer to be with my family. And I love Italy too, everyone is so hospitable and nice!”

"You can say it for sure! And why did you decide to study in Italy from California? If I may ask,” he asks curiously.

“In reality, I have always liked the world of fashion and when I finished school I was sure of what I wanted to do. Then talking to Mum and Dad I tried to convince them to let me study abroad but Dad didn't seem very convinced, then in the end Mum convinced him and I started looking for a good course of study. I wasn't sure from the beginning about going to Milan but then thinking about it, that is the cradle of fashion and so I made my decision!”

“Wow, I'm really impressed y/n! And can you also speak Italian?”

“Well, I had to learn it to live by it even though my pronunciation isn't that perfect.”

“I also learned Italian during my business trips. It's a frequent destination and I've made a few friends who have taught me something!”

You end up talking about your experiences in Italy until you notice from the windows that the sky is starting to lighten, a sign that the sun will come out soon. Harry notices too and lets out a small laugh when you let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand, “Sorry, I think sleep is kicking in now,” you laugh too.

"Yes, you are right. I didn't realize how much time had passed. Maybe now it's time to go to sleep even if soon I think someone in your family will get up."

You nod in agreement with him, "Yes, you are right. I think it's time for bed!” You stand up and he does the same.

“Goodnight or rather buonanotte!” He tells you with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen.

“Buonanotte!” you reply and so you turn and walk towards the stairs to go back to your room, bringing to mind the words your sister had said to you hours before, “Try not to dream about him”. Maybe it will be a little difficult because when you finally get into your bed and close your eyes you see beautiful dimples and green eyes.

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #harry styles x you #harry styles blog #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic

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simpjaes · 5 months

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pizza delivery guy!jake delivering reader an extra large sausage pizza 🤗

i hate how funny this is but also

pizza delivery guy jake:

tags: implied sex (not rly super detailed), reader is assumed to be vegetarian lol

Jake looks forward to his saturday night shifts for a lot of reasons, but none as good as you. The girl who orders for her group of friends at eleven at night on the dot, always two veggie pizzas, and always with a big tip.

You were a regular, of course, who he would jump to deliver to solely to see a room full of pretty girls batting their lashes at him despite his minimum wage status.

It got to the point even, that you'd request for him to deliver your food each time you order. Each tip got bigger, bigger, and bigger, up until Jake pulls up with your measly two veggie pizzas in a new car. With a new jacket, and a pretty smile.

What the pretty deliver driver didn't know? The fact that your friends hype you to try and get his number every single time he delivers.

The fact that sometimes you guys get a bit rowdy and tipsy, and go as far as making jokes about corny porno scenarios where he comes in with a large sausage for you, and oh no! you don't have money to pay! what ever shall you do?

It would stay as a funny little joke if it wasn't for the four plus hours of your friends hyping you. Saying, "come on, you never order a sausage pizza, he'll definitely pick up the hint. And if he rejects you, just play it off like a joke!"

You did. You did order that sausage pizza and, well, Jake did pick up the hint.

Driving to your house in silence, wondering why you suddenly added a winky emoji after his name in the delivery requests. Wondering why you suddenly ordered a pizza with an ingredient that resembles a dick. Wondering why he pulls up and you're alone when you answer the door in a scantily clad outfit and a shy smile on your face.

He's stunned to look at you tonight, to be honest, as he dips his head into your doorway with a confused face.

"Where are your friends?" He asks casually, leaning back and attempting to push your pizza forward and into your hands.

You shrug, pretending that they're not just around the corner listening.

"No one showed up tonight, I'm lonely." You play off the scenarios in your head, entirely because you really could just play it off like a joke.

"O- oh." Jake tries to smile at you, letting the puzzle pieces click together in his head. He really thinks you're implying right now. "I, um, I get off work at midnight, you know. If you're bored."

"Wait, really?" You ask, shocked that he doesn't appear to find this corny at all, but understanding far more as to why he offered when you note his eyes staring straight at the sheer pajama top you're wearing....with no bra.

"Um, yeah...if you want." He asks for your confirmation. "I could probably get off early too, it's slowed down a lot."

You smile, nodding to him as you take the single large sausage pizza.

"Okay then..." You say, kind of awkward and shy because you seriously can't believe that worked. "I'll see you in an hour then?"

He nods with a smile, clasping both hands in front of himself as if to hide the semi-hard on in his pants that you definitely notice.

And then he's gone, and you're standing there with a sausage pizza, a shocked face, and three girls rushing to giggle beside you.

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Naturally, and against the will of your friends, you have them pack up and leave the typical girl's night with a very sober uber as you sit in wait for midnight to strike.

And when it does? Jake shows up much as he said he would, in a plain t-shirt rather than his uniform, with a curious look in his eye because it does feel weird that he's here without a pizza exchange.

"So..." He says, rubbing the tip of his shoe into the frame of your door.

"So," You echo him, leaning against the frame yourself as you look at him.

"How lonely are you tonight?" He boldly asks.

You stay silent as you back up and flick your head to invite him in, still in your scantily clad pajamas with no underwear on.

"Lonely enough to order a fucking sausage pizza to get your attention?" You laugh, pointing to the uneaten pizza.

He lends you a laugh at that, which is a very nice sound.

"Was the sausage thing for real?" He finally asks when he sits on your couch with you.

"What do you mean?" You try to avoid the question, feeling dumb for even going this route to do this.

"Like, are you asking me to fuck you or do you actually just want to hang out?"

Well.

"Oh, um," You look away from him with a smile. "Could we not work it out to have both?"

Jake nods with a smirk, hand immediately landing against the button of his jeans as he looks at you.

"I think we can manage that."

And well, you do. Both of you do manage that.

You recall the events to your friends the next day, over how good he worked his tongue between your legs, over how good you worked your tongue on him.

They stopped listening around the time when you described the way you rode him right here, in the very spot on the couch they're sitting.

But their ears perked up a bit more at the description of how big his cock was, and how good it felt to have it split you open. Even better when he filled you up time and time again, until about four in the morning when he finally went home.

The best part about this? You don't even have to order a pizza to look at him next time. All you needed to do was snap a titty pic and Jake was risking his job to rush into your house just to fuck you up and against the little table in your entry way.

It's fun really, giving your little pizza delivery hook-up a quickie before his next delivery that will definitely come a bit later than it's supposed to.

#harthots #jake smut #enhypen smut #ask #anon #.jake

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gentlyweeps-world · 4 months

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the eyes

summary: Maybe it was right after all…

pairing: logan sarge x reader

warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

pls that man is sooooo fine 🤭

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Logan didn’t know how to feel.

To be fair- he was the one to cut things off, but he didn’t realize how much he would regret it.

You did hold a grudge against him. He didn’t blame you, you two said I love you’s, spoke about the future, but you guys weren’t even dating, per Logan’s request.

You didn’t care- just as long as you had him in your life.

But when you two finally hung out with a large group of friends, the tension and lingering stares came back.

At first you didn’t want to believe it- maybe he was just being awkward?

But when he texted you the next morning reminding you that you had to work, it all clicked.

Logan himself wasn’t sure if that was the way to go, he was scared to let himself back in again. Scared because he knew how badly he hurt you the first time.

But the smiles and laughs you shared that night, the way he looked at you.

He knew that the eyes never lied.

He knew he still had some feelings for you- and he knew you had some left for him.

Although it was a bit odd, you were talking to a guy. If that’s what you would call it.

This guy was a bit…odd, in your defense he was cute!! But Oscar had spent the day nit-picking all of the red flags of this guy with Lily.

So that was a bust.

Which only left one option, and truthfully the only good option, Logan.

Now here you are, on a slightly awkward date at a restaurant for food that Logan doesn’t even like- but he knew you loved it.

“Are you sure you want to eat here?” You ask again, looking up from the menu to Logan.

“Of course I do, I want to spend time with you. Besides, I’m sure we can find something I enjoy.” He responds, his smile always on his face as he glances at you occasionally.

“Okay..okay” You respond with a nervous chuckle, fidgeting with the menu. Who knew how awkward it could be to go on a date with your past talking stage/love of your life!

“So uhm- how have you been?” You ask with an awkward smile, internally cringing at yourself, it was much easier to talk to him when there were more people around.

"I've been good, just a bit busy with training and such. How about you? How's life been treating you?" The awkwardness is almost palpable, you can't help but giggle in response to the way neither of you can maintain strong eye contact.

You let out a breath, mustering up the courage to look at him, I mean really why was it so hard to look at him?? Well his eyes were really gorgeous, and those eye crinkles he has are adorable…

“Uh- Y/n? You okay?” Logan asks with a small chuckle, snapping you out of your daze.

“Oh- oh right yeah- sorry..” You mumble out with a sheepish grin, “Uhm I’ve been good, tired…wishing I didn’t have to wake up early and work, but good..”

That grin... he would do anything just to see that smile. He leans forward a bit, trying to see what's been keeping you from looking at him.

"You just uh... gonna keep staring at the menu or are you gonna decide?" He asks with a chuckle, trying to break the silence.

“Maybe…the menu is quite appealing..” You say with a smile and giggle, glancing up to meet his eyes.

You instantly spot that twinkle in his eyes, it was still the same, and it still melted your heart.

He takes a moment to look at you, and you notice that he is staring. He's staring right at you, and you suddenly have a feeling he's not looking anywhere else.

"I would rather see you than that menu," He replies with a flirtatious smile.

“Well I guess you can’t win everything then..” You reply with a smirk.

“You really know how to be a pain, you know that?” His smirk gets larger and he stares at you again, noticing the details about your appearance. Your hair, your eyes- he could stare at you forever.

“I think I’ve been told that a few times..” You say with a chuckle, smiling as you look at him, letting yourself get lost in his eyes this time.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, throughout the evening you guys brought up shared memories or even inside jokes.

Talking like that again reminded you of everything you experienced with him, it was honestly refreshing and a bit scary- it reminded you just how hard you fell for him.

“You should come to some of my races..” Logan says, nearing the end of the night.

You smile at his suggestion, not minding it. “Maybe- but you’d have to pay for it..” You say with a smile.

“Of course Y/n..” Logan says with a chuckle, “I’ll get you to them one way or another..” He adds on, eyes twinkling as he gazes at you.

He looked at you as if you were the universe- and for the first, or really second time, you looked at him the same.

That’s when you knew- that the eyes never lie.

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radio 🪩: Small little Logan fic!! I honestly loved this so much 😭🫶

may or may not be based of a situation w/ me and a guy??!!🤭

once again leave any comments, requests, suggestions and anything else 🩵

permanent taglist: @cixrosie @amajixi

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hugshughes · 3 months

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Big Green Monster C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x Minter!reader

synopsis - when Colston gets envious of your friendship with his teammate, what lengths will he go to to make it even?

wc - 2.8k

contains - takes place in the future as per usual in the minterverse. JEALOUSY, JEALOUSYYYY. colston has a big green monster, arguing, crying, shouting, guilt, comfort, making up, making outtt, kissing, hugging, cuddling. COLSTON HAS A DIRTY MIND BAD BAD BAD. FOR THE SAKE OF THIS FIC LETS SAY JJ IS SINGLE!!

an - this was so tough to write. i hate doing this to them, but they survived like always. colston would never ughhhhhhhhh. this was written based off of a few different requests, so thank you for those! enjoy babies!

You winced as a frat guy swooped around the corner in front of you, screaming something to another person across the crowded kitchen. There was an led party light flashing in your face as you scanned all the faces around you, looking for someone, anyone, you knew. You'd just left your group to go the bathroom, waiting for twenty minutes before getting into one.

The music was so loud it hurt your head. You pushed past people, hot sticky skin on hot sticky skin. The air reeked of sweat and cheap beer. Your heart beat faster as you moved through the house, still not seeing anyone you knew. It was a large house, and there wasn't a square foot of space someone wasn't occupying.

After having to shove through a group of stoners you caught sight of a familiar dirty blonde head. JJ McCarthy! You shouted his name, and his head snapped in your direction. A bright smile graced his face, pushing through to you.

"Hey! What's up? It's nice to see you."

"Hi! I'm so grateful I found you, Jay. I've been searching for anyone I knew, I can't find Colston or the girls anywhere."

"Oh I got you! I just saw him a couple minutes ago. C'mon, come this way."

You nodded, turning the way JJ was pointing. His hand found your waist when someone pushed into you, steadying you innocently. His hand moved to your shoulder to guide you from behind. You walked through the party, muttering excuse me as you swerved in between people.

You two walked through the house, scouring for anyone you knew.

You two couldn't find anyone, but what you didn't know, was that someone had seen you two. Colston watched, a fire behind his eyes. The fuck was JJ doing with his hands on you? And where were you two going together?

As if on cue, some girl in a too-small dress plopped down on the couch next to Colston, giving him an exaggerated greeting. He turned his head slightly, rolling his eyes. But nonetheless, he allowed her to talk to him, nodded, and acknowledged her when she spoke.

You and JJ did a circle around the house once again, and you finally spotted Colston. Your eyes lit up as you quickly moved through the people around you, but you paused when you saw a girl next to him, a long hot pink acrylic nail running over his tattoo. What the fuck? You were the only girl —person— who could do that. You hesitantly approached the couch, your face pulled into a confused look.

"Hey Colst, I've been looking for you."

You said it slowly, brows furrowing. His head turned up, his eyes meeting yours. The girl looked up at you too, and your stomach filled with a terrible feeling.

"Oh, hey coach."

"Who's this?"

"Oh um, I- Uh I dunno. What's your name?"

The girl looked irked for just a second, before turning her fake peppy attitude back on. She looked up at you, an annoyingly bright smile on her face, sticking her hand out. She introduced herself, pulling her hand back after you shook it and laying it on Colston's arm. You watched with rage in your eyes waiting to see his reaction. He flinched at the touch, subtly moving his arm from her grip.

"Colston, I was gonna ask if we could leave. So um, can we?"

He looked around, sighing before nodding. He stood up, not giving a glance to what's her face beside him as he started towards the door, leaving you standing shocked. You turned to see JJ standing about as awkwardly as possible.

"What the fuck was that?"

He shrugged but you were about to lose sight of Colston in the crowd so you quickly said bye, stumbling after him. You watched as he exited the house, 8 steps behind him.

"Cols- Colston! What the fuck?"

He halted, turning his head towards you before swiftly continuing to the truck. You followed after him, wanting to scream.

He unlocked the truck, aggressively pulling the passenger door open before going around the hood to get in. You stood at the open door, a look of pure distress staring into the side of Colston's head. What is happening?

You got in after Colston gave you a nasty side glance. You buckled your seatbelt as Colston sped down the road.

You sat in silence the entire ride, feeling like shouting and crying and throwing up at the same time. Why was he being so mean? You quickly exited the car, not even sure that Colston would come in after you like he was supposed to tonight. You left the front door open behind you as you heard Colston a dozen steps behind you.

You entered your bedroom, walking into your closet to take off your shoes and dress. You slipped on your own clothes, skipping the usual pajamas that consisted of solely Colston's clothes. Colston had settled in your living room, causing you to run your hands through your hair, tugging at the roots.

You washed your face and brushed your hair out before exiting to the living room. You stood at the entranceway while Colston stared at his phone, if he noticed you he wasn't letting it show.

"Lovey, what did I do?"

He looked up, noticing the hurt in your eyes. Shit, he couldn't keep eye contact with you, looking down at the floor underneath his feet. The picture of JJ with his hand on you, pushing you to who knows where through the crowd of other students was engraved in his mind. Reminding him why he was upset.

"You seriously don't know?"

You were about to scream.

"No! Obviously, I don't fucking know! All I know is that you were all over me and then I go to the bathroom and when I come back there's some girl almost in your lap all over you."

"Seems like you're forgetting the time in between that when you had JJ all up on you."

What? No seriously, what? You took a few more steps in the room, your arms thrown out at your sides.

"What are you talking about, Colston? JJ helped me find you!"

"But he needed his hands on you?"

"Colston, he had his hand on my side because there were so many people shoving into us! He kept me from falling. That's it. And an innocent hand on the side is nothing compared to me walking up and seeing you letting that girl flirt with you."

Colston sighed, rubbing his face harshly. He knew in his heart he was in the wrong, but he was too headstrong to admit it.

"What fucking ever. I can't do this shit right now."

You felt tears prick your eyes, fuck this.

"You let her trace your tattoo."

You felt so small, and you sounded it. Colston immediately felt like a dick. But he couldn't just back down after all of this. He stood up, quickly making his way to your front door. You stood with your arms crossed over yourself, a failed attempt at some comfort.

"I lo-"

You were cut off as the door shut firmly behind Colston. That was the last straw, you broke down in tears, turning back to your room. You immediately grabbed one of Colston's sweatshirts, pulling it over your head. After wiping the last of your tears, you climbed into your bed, plugging your phone in before falling asleep after tossing and turning for almost an hour, unusually cold in your bed.

You woke up too early. The sun had just barely risen, the top of the sky still lined with stars. You rolled your eyes, looking at the blackout curtains you forgot to shut. You knew you wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep, even though it was Saturday and you'd only fallen asleep about 5 hours prior.

You sat up, you felt terrible. Your head hurt, and your eyes were definitely puffy. You stood up, stretching. Your back cracking relieved a little pressure on your body.

You peeked out the window, looking at the pretty colors in the sky. Your eyes caught on something you didn't think you'd see, Colston's truck. You couldn't see anyone in the front seat. You grabbed your phone, seeing no texts from him. You put on your slippers, grabbing your keychain before exiting your apartment. Once you'd locked the door behind you, you walked down the steps and out into the parking lot.

You approached the truck, looking through the front windows, seeing nothing. You walked around the hood, your eyes widening when you saw your boyfriend asleep in his backseat. The 6'5 figure cramped up on the leather seat. You pulled the door open, not surprised that it was unlocked. He shifted with the now-open door, his feet stretching towards you. You rubbed his calf, whispering his name. You just wanted to sleep, and you knew you would if he came up with you.

He flinched, his eyes squeezing shut before fluttering open. He looked around in confusion, before coming to his senses. He quickly jolted to sit up, bumping his head against the roof. You reached out the lay a gentle hand on his thigh, silently telling him to chill.

"You been here all night, Lovey?"

He blushed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and nodding.

"My keys are kinda on your coffee table, didn't really know what else to do."

You reluctantly smiled. He was so stupid sometimes.

"Should've just come back. Missed you last night."

Even though you were still upset with Colston, you wanted him always. He sighed, looking over at you, his eyes saying so much.

"I missed you."

He paused, sighing. He felt like shit, physically and in his head.

"I'm sorry baby, I-"

"No, stop Colst. We're gonna go inside and go to sleep. Then when we wake up we're gonna talk. I just wanna sleep right now Lovey, preferably with you."

You looked into his eyes, grabbing his hands. He nodded, sliding out of the truck. You held his hand as you walk up the stairs and back into your apartment. You said nothing as you walked to your bedroom, Colston making a pit stop to grab his keys and lock his truck. He then followed quickly behind you, watching in love while you took your slippers and shorts off, closing the curtains, and climbing into your bed. Colston kicked his shoes and socks off, tossing his shirt into your hamper before getting in next to you.

You immediately snuggled into him, laying your head on your chest, leaving a kiss against his neck. He held you so tightly, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Colst. It’s gonna be okay."

You woke up a long while later, the blackout curtains not giving you a great way to estimate the time. You gently reached over and grabbed your phone, it was just after one. You put your phone back, retracting back into Colston's arms. He shifted and you moved with him, now instead underneath him while his head burrowed into your neck. He was still your everything, and always would be. You brought your hands to his hair, running your fingers through it.

Colston shifted again in your hold, his eyes squeezing tight before fluttering open, like always. You smiled down at him, rubbing your fingers over his sharp jaw.

"Hi gorgeous."

You giggled as you greeted him, the name he always called you rolling off your tongue. You were ready to get this over with, you knew it was just a misunderstanding on both ends.

"Hey,"

He reached his arm up to rub his eyes, your hands brushing and giving you butterflies like it was the first time he'd ever touched you.

"we should talk."

You nodded, before telling him the way he was laying on you was making your leg fall asleep. He shifted you both, having you lay on him, your back to his chest, with his arms around you waist.

Your head rested against his shoulder, tilted so you could see him. Colston left a kiss on your hair before he sighed.

"'M so sorry. I don't even know, seeing you with Jay's hands on you it was like something was on fire inside me. I've never felt so, I don't know, territorial? Over someone, and I fucking hated it. You've got me all crazy in my head like I've never been before. I need to learn how to handle it better, I know. I'm just really sorry, baby."

You smiled a little, of course he wouldn't be the one to say he was jealous, just that he felt like fire on the inside.

"It's alright, I don't mind that you got a little jealous. That's kinda hot."

"I wasn't jealous."

He mumbled it, tightening his arm around your middle, turning his head away from you. What a baby, you thought to yourself through a grin.

"Oh, not jealous? Just like someone lit your insides on fire because JJ had his hand on my shoulder? Just made you feel territorial? Of course, that doesn't sound like jealousy at all."

"Okay maybe I had a little green monster-"

"Big."

"Okay, big green monster. But why wouldn't I be jealous? You're hot, and everyone knows it."

You patted his hands lovingly, the smile stuck to your face.

"Thank you for saying that. I appreciate you trying to communicate your feelings. Lord knows it took you a year and a half to ask me out."

"Okay, that's not fair! You were my coach’s daughter! I had to see him every day and be reminded that 'Oh yeah, that hot girl I'm obsessed with is his daughter! I hope he can't tell that I wanna-'"

"Okay, I get it! Don't say what you're about to say. Not while we're talking about my dad."

He huffed out a breath, shifting underneath you.

"But there is something else we need to talk about, Lovey."

He nodded against the side of your head, his arms wrapping tighter around you.

"How long was she there before I got back?"

"Two minutes, maybe. I swear, baby. Don't even know her name. I've never seen her before."

"I believe you. You've never given me a reason not to."

You pulled his arm up across your chest, tracing over his tattoo.

"Can't believe you let her touch my tattoo."

"It was terrible. I'm real sorry, baby."

You let out an over exaggerated sigh, throwing your head back dramatically.

"I'll get a new one for you. I'll get your face on my chest."

"What about on your face? Don't you want me right there on your cheek?"

You poked his cheek, giggling, imagining how dumb he'd look with a tattoo of your face.

"Y'want me to?"

"No, please don't. You should get my name somewhere on ya. That'd be hot. Maybe we can get matching name tattoos. I'll get a tramp stamp of your name."

Colston's arms squeezed around you. He was imagining how his name would look inked onto you.

"You don't get how feral I'd go if I saw my name on you. I'll have to tilt your head so I can see your face and my name on you while I-"

"Wow! Wow, wow, wow! Don't finish that sentence, you're a freak."

Colston laughed, the tense pull on his heart relaxing as he felt you turning to snuggle into him. You two sat in silence for a few minutes, rejoicing in each other's warmth.

"I forgive you. Sorry I've ever given you a reason to believe I would have interest in anybody but you."

You suddenly felt bad, you had gotten in your head about why Colston even had to assume that you liked JJ. Colston was shocked at the admission, shaking his head and poking your side.

"Woah, hey, no. I was being insecure 'n bullshit. You've never made me doubt for two seconds you loved me, okay? It's definitely not you that makes me think all that shit."

You nodded into his neck, leaving a kiss. You knew that Colston had been cheated on in high school and he carried the insecurities from it deep inside him still.

"I love you, Cole. More than literally anyone."

"I love you more, coach."

Everything was going to be okay. As long as you two communicated and kissed it better, no misunderstanding or insecurities would taint your relationship. No green monsters, small or big, would ever be able to terrorize your love story.

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spamgyu · 3 months

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Angel // Minghao

"Always and angel. Never a God"

DESCRIPTION: She knew she never fully had him – despite his countless reassurance that she did. She wasn't stupid, she knew that she had big shoes to fill and though his words said one thing, the ghost of his past says otherwise. GENRE: Angst

There was a ghost of her that haunted every part of your relationship.

He said it wasn't so but you felt it.

She had been long gone for years but you can feel her presence with every time he touched you, with every word he said, with the cologne he chose to wear, and the songs he listened to.

It was all her.

The girl that once occupied his heart before you did.

He never once uttered her name, not even during the worst of your fights. He never once held her over your head.

But he didn't need to.

He kept her around – his favorite jacket he wore during the cold winter months were from her. The chain that dangled above your face during the nights he made you his, she purchased.

He doesn't think you know, but he underestimated a your power to sleuth – finding all information about her down to what high school she graduated.

But it wasn't just him.

His friends kept in contact with her - her name slipping from their lips every now and then when we were in group settings. You knew they didn't intend to utter it, you can see the regret in their eyes as they pause in the middle of their sentences.

And every single time, you pretended not to hear it.

You pretend to not be fazed by the sinking feeling in my stomach; the voice in your head screaming at you.

"You'll never measure up to her."

Everyone had their own demons. Yours just so happened to be your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.

"Angel," Minghao's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, turning to face him. "You okay? You're out in space over there."

You pulled your lips into a tight smile, giving him a soft nod. "Just– thinking."

"About?"

Her.

"Nothing." You shook your head, scooting into his open arms – allowing him to pull you against his chest.

"Is it about what Jun said?"

What Jun said.

The reason why you allowed your thoughts to consume you.

During dinner, your boyfriend's best friend had accidentally mentioned her as he gushed over the meal in front of them. He spoke of how Kaia was the one that showed them the Italian restaurant – the one that Minghao had claimed to be his favorite when he had first brought you around.

You thought it was the one final place that she didn't haunt.

Boy, were you oh so wrong.

For the remainder of the night, you couldn't help but think of the first time Minghao had ordered for you when he had taken you to the establishment – not bothering to glance at the menu.

He knew the meals by heart.

Was the pasta that you liked so much once hers?

"It's nothing, Hao." You shook your head, not wanting to further dig deep into the large wound.

"He didn't mean it."

"They never do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" His body shifted from under you, causing you to sit up and face him again.

"I– She'll always be around, it's okay." You shook your head. It was far too late in the night to start an argument, and you weren't in the mood to sleep without the warmth of his arms.

"We– you know she and I ended in good terms. I– I can't really tell them to not hang out with her."

He was right and that's what hurt the most.

Minghao did his part, he steered clear from her. Not once did he join his friends when they hung out with her, nor did he stay in contact with her.

Out of respect of you.

But despite all his efforts, and his reassurances – she still remained. Almost as if she had never left.

"I know." You nodded. "I– it's just my head."

"It's you that I chose to be with. It's you that I come home to."

Minghao was right yet again, but why did it still feel like it wasn't so.

Because if he did let go of her, pieces of her wouldn't remain in your shared apartment. He wouldn't smell like the scent she had picked out for him all those years ago.

He wouldn't take you to the places they once claimed to be theirs.

He would have started a brand new slate.

"Angel, I need you to know that I love you." Minghao spoke slowly, taking your hands in his.

You looked down at the cold metal that made contact with your skin – the Chrome Hearts ring she had gifted him their first year together.

Yet another reminder of her as he professed his so called love for you.

You had him, but never all of him. You were his angel, but never his god.

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svp3rrn0va · 4 months

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The Artist & The Muse (NSFW)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: MC is an aspiring artist. She talks to her close friend, Sebastian, about her hobby and how she wants to practice painting anatomy. He offers to be her nude model, and MC can't help but admire his body in more ways than one.

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, body worship, foreplay, oral m!rec, unprotected sex, praise kink

Word Count: 4,748

You sigh as you struggle to focus on your book amidst the chatter of your peers around you. Out of anywhere you could've chosen to read, you chose the fountain in the literal epicenter of the castle. Central Hall seemed to be absolutely packed at any point of the day before curfew. It doesn't help that the content you're trying to read is already a bit confusing for you.

To your left, there is a group of friends cheering for a 2nd-year Gryffindor as he walks up the wall. Any moment now, you think to yourself. Just then, as if he'd read your mind, he falls to the floor with a shriek. Thankfully for him, one of his friends cast a charm so he wouldn't hit the hard floor below him.

They all began to laugh really loudly, and that was your last straw. Just as you were about to turn to them and scold them for picking such a crowded area to do something so dangerous, your friend Sebastian Sallow approaches you and sits beside you on the fountain with a smile. You give him a sigh that means "oh, hello."

"What are you reading?" he asks, his head pointing toward your book.

"It's an art book," you reply, closing it and placing it in your lap. "Although I can't get much reading done with all this noise."

Sebastian chuckles. "You're surprised you can't pay attention to your book in Central Hall?" You roll your eyes.

"Also, I didn't know you were into art."

"Yes," you say with a hint of shyness. "I paint, actually."

Sebastian's eyes light up. "You paint? I can't believe you've never told me this before!"

He was right. It was a rather ridiculous notion that you kept something like that from him. You actually kept that from a lot of people. Not because painting is such an embarrassing hobby, but because you're still learning, and you haven't felt ready to show your work to people yet. You've always had a tendency to be hard on yourself.

"Here and there I do; I don't really take it that seriously." That was a lie. Of course you see yourself having a career within the wizarding world, but you would also like to have a career as an artist in the muggle world, perhaps under an alias.

"Even so, I bet you're really good at it. You're good at everything." Sebastian says with a smile.

You scoff. "You're only saying that to be nice."

"No, I mean it! You're the smartest person I know, besides me, of course," he smirks.

You scoff and nudge his arm playfully, and you stand up. "On that note, I'm going to go to my room and read where it's peaceful."

Sebastian quickly stands up as well. "Your room? Your room of requirement? Is that where you paint?" You sigh, and Sebastian acts like a kid in a candy store. "I bet it is! I want to see them."

"You want to see my paintings?" you ask.

"Of course! You can't tell me that you paint and not expect me to want to see them."

You swallow, and you feel your nerves building up. You've never shown anyone outside your family your paintings.

"You're not going to let this go until I show you, will you?" you ask, already knowing his answer. Sebastian shakes his head, and you sigh. "Fine. But don't laugh at me. They aren't great."

"That's subjective. Besides, even if I were to not think they're great, I want to support you regardless. That's what friends are for, anyway." He says softly.

You smile, feeling touched by his words, and it makes you feel more relaxed.

***

You open the door to your room of requirement and Sebastian looks around in amazement. The room is quite large, and you've made yourself a nice, personal space. You've got a large bed, a large desk for your assignments, massive bookshelves filled with books, potting tables, and of course, your painting area with everything you'd need.

"Wow, if this were my room of requirement, I'd never leave," he says, taking a seat on the sofa by the fireplace.

"What's in your room of requirement?" you ask.

"I don't have one. I just spend all my alone time in the Undercroft."

You laugh, not understanding how he could choose a room like that over a room where he could have absolutely anything he wanted. Sebastian turns around on the sofa and looks toward your painting station, his smile dropping when he sees that the only visible canvas is blank.

"I thought you had paintings in here," he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"I do," you say as you walk towards the bed. You open up the chest at the foot of the bed. "They're in here."

Sebastian quickly gets up and walks over to you, peering inside the chest to see three canvases facing down.

"May I?" he asks, looking up at you as he leans down to grab them.

You nod and take a deep breath as he pulls the canvases out of the chest and looks through them.

One is of the Scottish coast, with beautiful cliffs overlooking the sea. The second is a view of the night sky from what appears to be the observation deck in the astronomy tower. The third is your cat lying on your windowsill, looking at sheep passing by in the fields outside.

You chew on your lip as you watch Sebastian's face, trying to decipher from his expression whether he likes the paintings or not. It's a bit hard to tell, and he's silent. You begin to get antsy.

"Well?" you ask impatiently.

"These are-" he begins before once again going quiet as he keeps alternating between the paintings. You groan.

"Do you have to be so dramatic? Please tell me what you think!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sebastian says, snapping out of his trance. "I'm just speechless. These are amazing! I can't believe you said they aren't great!"

You raise your eyebrows. "Really? You think so?"

"Of course! I'm not a painter, so I can't use technical terms, but you're very good at blending the gradients in the sky, and the water in this one, just look at the way you did the bubbles on the crashing waves! You're really underestimating yourself."

You can't help but smile, and you look at the floor, blushing. "Thank you, Sebastian. That means a lot."

"You should be proud, really," he says as he gently places the canvases back into the chest. "What art book were you reading, exactly? Judging by these paintings, you shouldn't have much more to learn. You're already great."

"Alright, alright, you're flattering me too much now," you laugh. "It was an anatomy book. I've had enough practice painting landscapes and animals; I don't have enough practice painting humans."

"Well, why not just try doing it instead of trying to learn from a book first?" he asked.

"That's the thing," you say, and you feel your face getting warm. "I could handle painting people with clothes on, but I've always been inspired by art from the Italian Renaissance. I'd like to recreate that style."

"Well? What's wrong with that?"

"A lot of famous paintings from that time depict nude people," you bluntly reply.

"Oh," Sebastian says, clearing his throat. "You want to do a nude painting?"

"I'd like to try and make a painting in that style, yes," you chuckle nervously. "I just would like to get a hang of human anatomy before I even attempt to recreate a Renaissance piece. But asking someone to pose for that is-"

"I'll do it."

You weren't sure if you heard him correctly. "You what?"

"I said I'll do it." He has to be joking, right? But he looks completely serious and doesn't look unsure at all.

"You'll... you'll pose nude for me?" you ask, whispering the last few words as though someone can hear.

"Why not? We're close; I trust you. And I'd be honoured to help you get some practice. Unless you'd prefer to paint a female body."

"No, no, it doesn't matter to me. But are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't," he shrugs.

You stand there and sigh, still surprised by Sebastian's sudden offer. Despite his offering, you don't want to put him in an awkward situation, but it also saves you from any future awkward situations of finding someone to pose nude for you.

"If you're comfortable with it, then alright. We've got time before class, so we could do a bit now, if you'd like." You say.

"I don't mind," he says, looking around the room. "Where would you like me to be?"

"You can be on the bed so you're on a soft surface." You grab your easel and blank canvas along with a chair, and you move them both across from the bed. "And I will be here."

Sebastian nods, and you make your way back to the table to gather all of your brushes and paints to use for the canvas. You grab your mug, and with a quick cast of Aguamenti, you've got a full water mug ready for you to clean your brushes.

When you turn around and catch sight of Sebastian, you nearly drop everything in your hands when you see he's already fully naked, standing by the bed.

"Are you alright?" he asks, chuckling.

"Sorry," Your face was burning hot at this point. You clear your throat. "I just didn't expect you to get undressed so quickly."

"I didn't mean to shock you," he says, looking at the bed. "How would you like me to pose?"

"Erm," you hesitate as you try your best to keep your eyes on his and not focus on his lower region. "You can lay on your side with your hand resting on your head, one leg propped up? That way I can see... erm... everything."

Sebastian nods and climbs onto the bed, getting into the pose you asked him to. You place all your paints and brushes in front of you, trying to ignore the blood in your cheeks and your heartbeat. You've seen a man naked before, but you've known Sebastian for a long time and had never been intimate with him, so you weren't sure how to feel.

"How's this?" he asks. You look to the bed, and he's laying in the correct pose, although his leg was tilted a bit downward, so you couldn't see his privates well.

"That's alright, but if you lift your leg up a bit more, then it's perfect."

He listens. He lifts up his leg so his knee's pointed directly towards the ceiling, and you see it. Your breath stops for a few seconds.

It's quite... big. Thick, but not too thick. It's more long than thick. You quickly peel your eyes away to not make him think you're staring. You begin to paint his head, and you notice your hand is shaking. You shut your eyes and clear your throat again to try to clear your thoughts.

"Are you comfortable like that?" you ask, trying to make conversation and feel more relaxed.

"I am," he responds casually. "This room is amazing. It conjured up a much cozier bed than what we've got in all the dorms!"

"I know," you reply. "I actually don't sleep in it much, though."

"Well, you should," he says. "I reckon you'd be the most well-rested person in the castle!" He moves his arm and head a lot as he speaks, making you struggle.

"Try not to move too much," you instruct him. He nods, quietly apologising.

You begin painting his lips, and you try to focus on his face, but it's very difficult. Your eyes have a mind of their own, and they keep trailing down to his length. You swallow hard as the light from the fireplace allows you to clearly see, even from that distance, the veins along it.

Sebastian seems to be unaware of your attention as he looks around the room while you paint.

It's no secret that Sebastian is a very attractive man. You and many other girls in the castle can agree on that. However, the fact that he feels comfortable enough with his body to agree to do this for you somehow makes him much more attractive to you.

You admittedly feel a bit entranced by him in this moment. You've never felt this way for him, so it's a surprise. In fact, you're so entranced that you almost didn't notice the heat from your cheeks sinking to your lower region as well.

No. No, now is not the time for this, you think to yourself. As you feel the heat turning into a slight throb, you clench your thighs together, trying to get the feeling to go away. You somehow manage to finish his head and hair, and it looks good.

As you begin to paint his torso, that's when you notice how toned he is, and how his freckles aren't just on his face. You begin to sweat, and the throbbing you feel doesn't get any better. You feel it even more this time. You gently take your hand and place it in between your thighs, closing them around it.

You shift in your seat and Sebastian turns his attention towards you.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his eyebrow raised.

You struggle to find words, and you quickly nod your head as you chew nervously on your bottom lip.

Sebastian begins to eye you as you insist on keeping your attention on your canvas. He sees your hand between your thighs and your fingers digging into the skin of one of them. When he looks up at your face, he can see how red your cheeks are and how aggressively you're chewing your lip.

"No really, are you alright? You seem flustered-"

"I'm fine, Sebastian," you snap. Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian knows better. He can tell by the way you can't sit still. He can tell by the way you're clawing at your skin. He can tell by the red of your cheeks. You're turned on, and he knows it. He just chooses to play coy.

You begin to paint his beautifully broad shoulders. Merlin, these intrusive thoughts. Get out of here! You almost don't want to look at him again, but you have to. As you take another look at Sebastian, your eyes quickly dart down to his length once again, and that's when you notice it.

He's getting hard.

You immediately stand up and start putting everything away.

"I'm sorry, this wasn't really a good idea. I really appreciate you offering to help, though," you say, almost too quick for him to understand.

"What? What's wrong?" Sebastian asks, getting out of his pose and sitting upright.

"This just feels too wrong. I didn't want there to be tension, I thought this would just be-"

"Tension?" he asks again, looking down to notice the obvious tension as well. "Oh shit."

You put away the easel and chair and begin to nervously pace.

"Again I appreciate you doing this for me but I'll just look for another model. Just put your clothes back on and we can act like this didn't happen, alright? I'll see you in class." You try to rush out of the room when you feel Sebastian grab your wrist.

You turn around in surprise as you didn't even notice him get up from the bed and walk towards you in your frantic state. You look down at all his glory once again before meeting his gaze.

"There's nothing wrong with it if you like what you see, you know," he says, his voice lowered. Your breathing speeds up.

"I-I don't know what- what you mean," you stammer.

"I've known you for a while," he smirks. "You've never been discreet, and you certainly aren't now."

He keeps his eyes fixed on you, and you can't pull yours away.

"Tell me what's on your mind." He licks his lips and you can practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"Y- your body," you say so quietly it's almost a whisper.

"What about it?" he asks softly.

"It's so beautiful."

"Beautiful in an artistic way? Like you want to paint it?" he asks, his eyebrows raised. You can tell that he is trying to get more out of you.

You hesitate and lick your lips before answering. "Yes, but, not just paint it."

"What else?" he whispers, and you can't help but whimper slightly at his voice.

"I want to touch it," your eyes begin to trail down his body again. "And kiss it..."

Sebastian, still holding onto your wrist, gently brings your hand up to his chest. You shiver as you touch his skin and he slides your hand down his torso.

"You mean like this?" He asks. You nod.

"And you want to kiss it?" He asks again. You nod again.

He chuckles and he interlocks his fingers with yours. He takes his other hand and places it behind your neck, pulling you in and crashing his lips to yours. As soon as your lips touch, you feel all of your nerves go away. All you want is him.

You run your hand through his hair and moan into his mouth. He smiles against your lips and waits for you to open your mouth just a little before he adds his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss with a gentle bite of his lower lip. He looks at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. Then you lean in and kiss his jawline, down to his neck.

A soft "mmm" comes from Sebastian and you smile as your kisses travel lower down to his collarbone all the way to his bellybutton.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Sebastian growls.

You're on your knees at this point, and you look up at him with a look of surprise at his words. You had no idea Sebastian felt that way about you, but you weren't complaining.

"I think I have an idea," you reply, eyeing his erection in front of you.

"May I?" You repeat his question from earlier as you guide your hand towards his cock, glancing at him for permission. He nods and you place your hand on it, swirling your thumb around his shaft.

Sebastian hisses and you smile, before leaning forward and licking his tip as you begin to pump his dick with your hand.

"Oh god," he groans, throwing his head back. "That's perfect." He grabs onto your hair as you start bobbing up and down on his cock, pumping the rest with your hand.

You aren't quiet either. You make sure to slurp and gag as you take his length as far back into your throat as you can. He obviously loves it, too, as his legs shake and he moans with each gag.

"God damn, is there anything you're not good at?" Sebastian asks as his voice cracks, an indication to you that he may not last much longer.

You begin to massage his balls and he tugs harder on your hair. As you suck him off, you gradually use more tongue, and you can just feel his veins against your tongue from how prominent they are, and you love it.

"You're gonna make me cum," he whimpers. "Do you want to swallow it?"

"Mm-hmm," you reply, not taking your mouth off him. Anxious for his release, you begin to pick up the pace, just as he begins to thrust himself into your mouth. At this point your pussy is throbbing like crazy, and you take your hand from his balls to try to rub yourself through your underwear. Unfortunately, the hem of your pants are too tight.

"Oh that feels so good," he moans, and with one final thrust, you feel his cock twitch and he releases his load into your throat.

You giggle with satisfaction as the warm liquid fills your mouth. Once he pulls away, you swallow as if you've just had a nice, refreshing glass of water.

"Come here," Sebastian says as he takes your wrist again and pulls you to your feet, pulling you into another passionate kiss. You two begin to walk backwards while you kiss, not paying much attention to where you're going.

Next thing you know you collide with your painting table, and you press your hand onto something wet. You turn around and begin to laugh as you notice your hand landed directly on your painting palette.

"Oh, I'm sorry," says Sebastian, laughing as well.

"That's alright." You place your paint covered hand on his cheek and kiss him again, his eyes widening.

"Hey!" He exclaims against your mouth. You pull away and giggle once again as you see a handprint on the side of his face. Then an idea comes into your head.

Sebastian watches in confusion as you put both hands on the painting palette. You turn around, biting your lip as you slide your hands down his body, covering him in paint.

"What is this?" he grins.

"You're my art project," you laugh. "And I just want to keep touching you."

"It's my turn to touch you now," he growls. He begins to undo your pants, and you arch your back off the table so it's easier for him to pull them down.

He removes your pants and to your surprise, you've gotten so wet, you can see it through your underwear.

"And you tried to be discreet," he says with a smirk. "Tsk tsk tsk."

He slides one finger along your cloth covered slit and you gasp. You prop one leg up on the chair beside you to give him better access.

"Oh, we're eager, aren't we?" he whispers right next to your ear. You shiver. "You're soaking wet."

He presses his finger up against your clit through your underwear, almost to tease you. You whimper in desperation, and he grins again as he begins to rub. "What's wrong? You want me to touch you directly?"

You nod. "Please," you whisper. "Please touch my pussy."

With a bite of his lip, he hooks one finger through the hem of your underwear and slides it down towards your knees.

"Just look at that pussy," he says, admiring you. "I can't imagine what you've got under the rest of those clothes."

He begins to rub circles on your clit and you place one hand behind his neck to stabilise yourself. His fingers are cold, and it feels so good against your pussy that you shudder.

Sebastian leans in to kiss you again. He then drags his lower lip along your ear and places a gentle kiss on it. "So fucking good," he says. "So talented, you are. So smart, too, and so fucking beautiful." He rubs your clit even faster and your head falls onto his shoulder.

"Even better at sucking my cock, and I know you'll be great at taking it in that beautiful pussy of yours, too." His words are sending you closer to the edge. "I bet you're so fucking tight."

"Sebastian," you choke out. "Don't stop." You begin to grind your hips against his finger and he chuckles.

"Yes, grind those hips. You're making me hard all over again." You watch as his cock begins to grow once again, already prepared for you. You moan at the sight, and your desperation to feel it inside of you makes you finish.

Your legs shake wildly and you fall back against the table as you cum. Sebastian slows his rubbing, and he sighs in satisfaction as he watches your delicious juices drip from your pussy lips as you finish your release. Once you're done, he licks his finger as if he's licking chocolate frosting off of it.

"So sweet," he smirks.

You're getting impatient now, and without a word you begin to strip your blouse off, and Sebastian watches you with complete lust in his eyes. As you begin to take off your corset, you struggle a bit and he helps you.

He undoes the last button and your corset falls to the floor. You turn around to face him and his jaw drops. He gently places his hands on your waist, and caresses up and down your torso. Sebastian moans softly as he runs his hands over your breasts, spreading his middle and index fingers apart as he passes by your nipples.

"And you said my body was beautiful," he gawks. "Look at you. Just fucking exquisite. You should paint yourself. This is real art."

His sweet words drive you crazy and you crash your lips against his once again. He kisses you back with somehow even more passion this time. He's got paint all over him now, but you absolutely love it. You jump up and wrap your legs around his waist.

He wraps his arms around you, getting paint on you now as well, but you don't care. Sebastian takes you to the bed and drops you on it. He grabs each of your ankles and pulls you towards him as he remains standing.

"I wish you could see yourself from this view," he says.

"Well I'm satisfied with mine, as well," you reply.

He lets go of one of your ankles to position himself at your slit, and you begin to drop your leg. He quickly grabs it again and lifts it back up. "Keep your legs up," he instructs.

You begin to say "alright", but you're cut off by your own moan as he pushes himself into you. Since he isn't too thick, he's able to slide into you quite easily, but he's just the right girth that it feels fucking amazing.

"Your pussy feels incredible," he sighs, as he begins to softly thrust in and out of you.

You watch his face, and you admire how gorgeous his expressions are. The way he shuts his eyes, and raises his brows, and slightly opens his mouth. You wish you could see him like this all the time.

"You can go faster," you tell him. And just like that, he thrusts faster and harder. You both moan in unison and his grip on your ankles tightens. "Fuck, Sebastian, that feels so good."

"God, I- I can't," he breathes as he lets go of your ankles and collapses on top of you, not hurting you, and he continues his thrusting. You wrap your legs around his waist again.

Sebastian rests his head in the crook of your neck, and places his hand on your other cheek. "You're fucking perfect," he says.

You lift his head up so his eyes meet yours and you kiss him, this time it being a romantic, tender kiss. You press your legs tighter on his waist, pushing him closer to you so his cock hits you even deeper.

Sebastian's cock is hitting your g-spot just right, and you can feel your orgasm approaching quickly. You begin to rub your clit just as you feel Sebastian's thrusts slowing down just a hair, and you know he's getting close, too.

"I'm close," he whispers. "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

You think for a moment, and you nod your head.

You tug on his hair and you begin to kiss his neck. He moans and that little sound makes you fall apart. Your legs close around him tightly and as your walls begin to clench on his cock, he loses it. He groans, and right when you expect him to shoot his load inside of you, he quickly pulls out and cums all over your stomach.

He chuckles, and you look up at him with a look of both confusion and disappointment.

"Now you're my art project," he laughs, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

Sebastian falls back onto the bed next to you. "Look at us," he says. "We're a mess."

"I can always conjure up a bathtub," you reply. "By the way, you're not going to be my nude model again."

Sebastian sits up with a frown. "Why not?"

"Are you joking? I'll never get any practice done with you! You've distracted me!"

"You say that like it was a bad distraction." he chuckles.

You can't help but laugh, too, because it's true. You look up at him with a smirk. "You do make a good canvas, though."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy oneshot #sebastian sallow oneshot #smut #oneshot

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I Don't Know You, But I Would Love to Meet You (Jack Hughes)

a/n: I wanted to get this not under the wire, but I can't help but feel like it a little? Which, sorry about that. this is for @writingonleaves by way of @wyattjohnston 's annual winter fic exchange! I hope you enjoy it! this was as always a fun challenge to write. title is from "We Should Be Friends" by Josh Ramsay, which is v cute. (also it's so long oh jeez)

There’s probably a certain age when you’re fairly certain you’re “too old” to be waking up on strangers couches with little memory of A) who’s couch you ended up on and B) how exactly you got there.

I don’t think I’ve quite hit that age yet, so I think I’m in the clear for the understandable confusion I woke up with as the morning sun streamed in from the floor to ceiling windows.

Shit, not only was I in an unfamiliar apartment, whoever was renting the place was clearly richer than my blood.

Good news: my phone was on the coffee table and attached to a charger, so whoever I’d crashed with was a benevolent host, which boded well for my continued situation. I checked my texts and it seems last night me had been coherent and just exhausted, seeing as I remembered to text my roommate that I wasn’t coming home saying I was crashing “with friends” and that I’d text her when I got back on campus.

Huh, promising.

It at least meant she wouldn’t send out a search party consisting of our friend group, their friends, and the National Guard. All incredibly good things for my continued health and existence.

Now, to figure out who’s apartment I’d just woken up in.

Carefully, I stretched out my legs and shifted the blankets onto my lap when I realized I at the very least had the sense to not try and sleep in jeans but had left my “nice enough to go out” t-shirt on, and scanned the area. A couple of photos on the wall of a relatively decent sized family, siblings at the bare minimum as they popped up in several photos. Rich, but a bachelor as no one with any interior design sense had popped by to huck a colored throw pillow into the mix, and that was assuming their lease didn’t allow for wall color changes.

Honestly, I was coming up empty.

None of my friends were this rich, hell if they were I feel like it would’ve come up way sooner, not to mention why the hell would they bother commuting to campus when they probably could leverage online classes and still come out with a degree.

I was just about to fashion enough of a blanket skirt to at least try and find my pants so I could start rifling through a mail stack when there was creaking coming from down the hall. Well, maybe I’d have an answer soon enough. I readjusted the blanket a little so I could look over from where I thought the creaking was coming from and was greeted by… okay calling it a familiar face might’ve been a stretch, but so would the text to my roommate saying I was staying with a friend, so somehow that was two birds with one stone.

I did recognize him, which was an improvement over my worst fear, he was a friend of a friend of a brother of a friend. Which put me at four degrees of separation, and raised my “why the fuck did I crash here” hackles, but the fact that I was on a couch and not in someone’s bed felt safe, even if it wasn’t all there yet.

He didn’t seem to be fully coherent yet, as he rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his, admittedly very pretty, hair so I tried to hold back a large laugh when he startled at seeing me sitting on his couch.

“Hi,” I said with a sheepish wave. “Sorry, I’ll get out of your hair soon enough,” I remarked. What I really needed to do was find out where the hell half-dead me had hucked my pants so I could tug them back on and then make a beeline to the nearest train station to get home.

“‘S fine, just… uh… shit, there’s no like… good way of asking this,” he mulled over.

“It’s okay, I don’t quite remember your name either,” I said, saving him the embarrassment. He laughed, and it was goofy and light, which was way too endearing for… shit did that microwave clock say 9:30 in the morning? I couldn’t help but join in with a chuckle of my own.

“Oh thank god,” he said once he stopped most of the laughter, “I didn’t want to seem like a complete asshole, but also there was no way I was going to remember it after last night.” He added.

“Yeah, I don’t remember much either, and I don’t even think I drank that much?” I said with just a dash of question in my tone, he nodded once.

“You didn’t, but I think you mentioned that you didn’t want to risk taking the train back so late.” He said. “I offered to let you crash here when you refused to let someone pay for a hotel.”

Yeah, that sure did sound like me.

“Well, thank you, I’m Sadie,” I said, and as soon as I did, he brightened like he suddenly did remember and just needed the metaphorical kick in the brainstem.

“Yes! Okay, see I thought it’d be in there,” he said with another chuckle. “I usually at least try to learn the names of the girls I bring home.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the way he chose to phrase it and even more when he very clearly winced realizing how it sounded.

“We’ll chop it up to “lack of coffee” and call no hard feelings, sound fair?” I proposed as an even solution to our silly little predicament.

“Fair, I’m Jack by the way.” he said as he came over to the couch and offered up his hand. “Nice to actually meet you Sadie,” he said.

“Nice to meet you too,” I said with a chuckle as I shook his hand with a bit of teasing vigor.

“Can I at least offer you breakfast before you sneak out in the middle of the morning?” He asked while still holding onto my hand. I thought it over, and remembered the time, and figured that… yeah I could probably stand to be held up for coffee and a minimal breakfast before jumping on the train.

“Yeah, if it’s not —“

“Don’t worry about it,” Jack was quick to cut me off. He let go of my hand and wandered back over to the kitchen and I was quick to try and figure out where the hell I’d put my pants so I wasn’t having to talk across the apartment and be perceived as rude on top of whatever else one could make assumptions about a girl who’d crashed on the couch of a guy she barely knew. After being assured that the blanket was carefully tucked around me I leaned down to check under the couch and was relieved when I found them sticking out. I carefully maneuvered my body so that I could reach under the couch, grab them and carefully bend back up onto the couch so I could put them on under the blanket. When I eventually sat back up and stood. Jack was looking at me with a look of bemusement.

“Were you…”

“No, last night me wanted to not sleep in jeans. So I must’ve haphazardly hucked them off.”

“And you managed to get them on… without getting up from under the blanket?”

“Old trick from summer camp. Trust me, you haven’t even seen half of it.” I could get dressed pretty entirely without getting up from under the covers. When Jack still looked amused I chuckled and finished walking over to where he was in the kitchen. “What? Upstate New York gets cold in the morning in the summer.” I remarked. Jack fully laughed and again, I couldn’t help but join in.

“Oh I know, I guess I’m just used to living in houses with heating too.” He said. I simply shrugged, low tech summer camps, what could you do? I watched as Jack maneuvered around his kitchen to get the coffee going from the cautious spot of his breakfast bar, trying to not take up too much space or get in the way, no one likes multiple people in a kitchen at once, it was practically a fact. “I only have milk and sugar, I hope that’s okay?”

“It’ll be fine, I’m hardly in a position to be picky,” I said as I tried to focus on something that wasn’t the way Jack’s hair was falling that made him seem… softer? than just my brain’s logical, knee jerk reaction of him being “just some guy”. I mean, of all the people that my sleep addled brain could remember, I definitely remember that Jack was one of the better looking ones. I could feel my fingers wanting to pick at my nails and the social morays of it all was pretty much the only thing holding me back from doing so. I wanted to say something, anything, pretend for one morning that I was good at socializing. The fact that I’d managed to get through last night with enough grace and charm that I had managed to score a place to crash after the friend of a friend I came with ditched me to hook up with on of the myriad of white boys that were there that night meant this morning I was praying I had enough left to at least make it through coffee.

Jack set the Keurig off to do its thing and rifled through the cupboards to try and find… something. Honestly, while I was hoping for cereal, I would’ve settled for toast, when I heard him curse someone under his breath and went over to the fridge.

“Shit.” He muttered.

“Roommate eat you out of house and home?” I said taking a shot in the dark. Jack looked over, remembering he was making coffee for two and gave me a look that read as though I’d gotten it in one. He padded back over to the breakfast bar and leaned in conspiratorially, something I couldn’t help but meet him halfway about.

“So… I might’ve lied about breakfast. My brother was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday after practice and it looks like he forgot.” I chuckled and opened my mouth to assure him that really, it was fine, thanks for even offering, I’ll just go; but he pressed on, “there’s a spot around the corner that does… probably better than I ever could and that includes the coffee. If you want, I could… take you there?” He proposed.

On the one hand, that was incredibly sweet and his smile was very much continuing my brain’s belief of him being endearing. Not to mention I love a good brunch spot as much as the next girly and that included a good little diner.

On the other hand, I felt gross being in yesterday’s clothes and I didn’t want to impede Jack’s ability to get on with his day. That, and the somewhat social expectation to turn down anything offered with you without an obvious way to pay back. We weren’t really friends, and we weren’t dating, so what the hell could I even do? My obvious gut reaction was to reject it, to chop it up to the fact that really, he was just being polite and there was no real reason to go with him. But then I snuck another glance at him, a little open and earnest and maybe the offer was just a genuine “let me be a good host in spite of the fact that my roommate is making that a challenge.”

“One condition,” I said and Jack nodded, “you mind if I borrow your shower? I feel super gross,” I said and Jack immediately nodded.

“Yeah, course, I’ll get you a new shirt if ya need.” He was quick to add. I smiled and thanked him as he pointed me toward where the bathroom was. It was very clear a bachelor’s bathroom, but at least they had more than one bottle of soap. So… small victories.

I was quick to wash up and thankful for the t-shirt left precariously balancing on the bathroom island that fully suggested it’d been put there without someone looking. Changing was just as fast and I came back out feeling a little less like death. I grabbed my phone and my bag from the end of the couch (ungracefully shoving my t-shirt from last night in) and met Jack where he was by the door.

The trip to ground level was mostly quiet, with both of us seemingly trying to pick and choose what to say about all of this. I didn’t want to put any sort of anything on it, hell, I was prepared to pay should need be and blow the rest of my fun money budget for the month.

And Jack hadn’t been lying when he said the place had been around the corner as, sure enough, the glass faced front of a quaint brunch place, Edison light bulbs and all, was in front of us. For a late Saturday morning, it wasn’t horrendous by any means. I predicted a twenty minute wait without reservations, but I was willing to be surprised. Jack got the door for me and I muttered a quiet thank you as we walked in. The front area was small so I suspected that this was probably a strict “reservation or get lucky on a walk in” place. I snuck a glance at Jack, but he didn’t seem to be fazed by any of it as he made his way over to the hostess and they had a quick exchange before menus were being grabbed and we were being led to a quiet little back booth, out of sight of the main windows. The hostess gave her usual spiel about the menus and our waiter being over in a few and we both thanked her for her time. As she left I finally looked over at Jack.

“What?”

“Does the owner owe you money or something?”

“No, but he is a fan,” he said. That made me tilt my head slightly but I was quick to shake it off. “Relax, I made reservations while you were showering. Got lucky that they had a last minute cancellation.” He said. Yeah, that seemed reasonable all things considered, so I let the topic drop and gave the menu a scan. There wasn’t a lot that didn’t appeal to me, so that was a good sign.

“Got any recommendations?” I asked as Jack fidgeted with his fork.

“Oh, uh… the pancakes are pretty killer. And my brother swears by their waffles. But pretty much everything’s good.” He said. I nodded and adjusted my own silverware as our waiter came over and poured water. While I was of the firm belief that brunch didn’t count as brunch without mimosas, I just ordered coffee with some of their fancier fixings. We asked for a bit more time with the menus and our waiter agreed to come back with the coffee. We fell into a silence, not quite awkward but nowhere near comfortable, and I settled on biting the bullet first.

“So why New Jersey?” I asked.

“Why New Jersey?”

“Yeah, you don’t seem like you’re from around here so why’d you move to New Jersey?”

“Work,” he answered simply. My memory of the previous night was still a swirling mess of exhaustion and bright lights and a smidge too much noise, but I think I remembered that those at the table who hadn’t been with my acquaintance group were coworkers. Must be a tight knit workplace. “You?”

“School, got a scholarship.”

“What for?”

“Creative writing, not the flashiest of degrees, but it’s what I’ve always wanted to do.” I replied.

“Working on the next Great American Novel, then?” He asked and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ah, maybe. Right now I’m fighting to try and keep my voice while meeting every professors’ wildly different expectations. It’s a… hassle.” I said. The conversation spiraled from there, breaking to order brunch, but otherwise swapping stories about his family and my schooling. What could I say, I had an odd high school experience, even by American Public School standards, and eventful friends.

By the time food came out, we’d eased up the tension by a couple points, and I only felt sort of bad when my phone vibrated insistently in my pocket. I made a gesture asking if it was chill if I got it and he nodded. I fished it out of my pocket and scanned the notification. Multiple texts from Anna, the friend I was supposed to travel home with last night, as it seems she’d finally woken up from her adventures last night. Most of them were standard, if sweet, a “did you get home”, a “sorry for ditching you”, and then finally “oh holy shit this guy is rich rich”. It was funny, and I was just about to put my phone away when I saw the last text come in.

what kind of rich as hell guy has a two bedroom? Shit, did i sleep with a married guy?

That finally got me to audibly laugh and Jack raised his eyebrow, “The friend I was supposed to get back to campus with, she just woke up and is questioning if she just became the other woman.”

“Nah, none of the guys out last night were married. What’d she look like?” He asked.

“Blonde, dark eyeliner, wearing the purple tank top,” I said. Jack then stifled a laugh.

“Ask her if the guy she went home with had poorly taken care of curls,” he said offhandedly. I did and set my phone on the table as I continued eating my brunch.

A couple minutes later my phone lit up with a notification.

yeah, that is *oddly* specific, how did you know?

“Yeah he is,”

“Oh my god,”

“What?”

“She’s at my place.”

“You’re kidding,”

“She went home with my brother, you’ve been in the same place all night,” he said and I couldn’t help but nearly double over as I started laughing. The entire reason I’d crashed was because she had ditched me and now it turns out we’d been in the same apartment the whole night.

“Oh that’s so fucking funny,” I said once I could breathe again. I shot off a text to Anna.

I’m still downtown, I’ll meet you at the train station in a half hour if you want?

deal.

I finally put my phone back in my pocket and we finished up brunch with a companionable edge. By the time the waiter came back to clear our dishes we were getting close to having to negotiate the bill.

“So…” I started to say.

“I’m paying,”

“You didn’t even—“

“I was never gonna let you pay, my mom raised me better than that.” He said.

“At least let me cover for my coffee?”

“Sadie, don’t worry about it,” he said with a tone that got me to drop it. Like I wasn’t going to be able to win this no matter how I negotiated it. As the waiter came back with the bill and Jack handed over his card I said a quiet thanks which got a grin out of him. Brain, pick a struggle, we cannot be enamored by this boy after waking up on his couch in a first meeting we can barely remember. He finished paying and we got up to leave and I did my best to keep my internal argument off my face as we did.

I managed to make it to the street corner before I was willing to confront the fact that I had to actually leave and go back to campus, and Jack had to… wait. Hang on.

The coffee had started to kick in and things were finally lining up. I knew I had to have gotten into school for some reason right?

“Oh shit,”

“What?” He asked with a tilt of his head and okay fine I’ll admit it brain he’s cute, but the realizations that my brain was finally having made it so that this was never going to happen again.

“You’re a Devils player,” I said as I smacked my own forehead and Jack started laughing.

“You only just figured that out?”

“Leave me alone, I haven’t had a full night's sleep in like a week,” I joked, still covering my face a little. Jack carefully moved me out of foot traffic and gently pulled my hands away from my face.

“Is that a deal breaker?” He asked.

“What?”

“Me being a hockey player?”

“What, why?”

“Well, I thought that went well all things considered and I was gonna ask for your number to hopefully do dinner sometime.” He said with a soft smile, letting his hand fall into mine. I thought it over, between the fact that he was indeed cute, that he was nice, and funny, and asking with such an expression that seemed that, if he wasn’t trying to convince me he was cool and at least a little normal, he’d be rocking on his heels about; and the mere fact that he took me out to brunch after offering to let me crash on his couch. It was pretty much enough in the category of good signs that I was inclined to say:

“It’s not a deal breaker,” and he grinned a little wider, “besides I was going to ask for your number anyway. I have to get your shirt back somehow.” I chuckled.

“Ah, keep it, I can always buy a new one.” He joked. I passed over my phone and he put his contact in before quickly texting himself and passing it back. I chuckled at his contact photo, a terribly taken close up of him, and saw that I had a text from Anna that she was at the station already.

“I guess I’ll talk to you to figure out scheduling?” I proposed with just a hint of awkwardness.

“Yeah, I gotta check with my brother about some things and what have you.”

“Okay,” I said with a little chuckle of disbelief. “Thanks for brunch, by the way.” I said.

“Thank you for agreeing and not sneaking out in the middle of the morning,” he replied with a bit of a chuckle that lit up his face. There was no good way to leave this, with a promise of something stronger, but still uneasy about what one's dynamic is in the now, “can I give you a hug?” He asked.

Oh thank god.

“Yeah, yes,” I said with a stumbled out laugh as he matched it before giving me a friendly “see you around” style hug. We parted with a half wave and I started making my way back to the train station.

I made it with a bit of a light jog as Anna dragged me in the direction of the platform so we could catch the train just pulling into the station. We quickly collapsed into seats before she finally turned to me.

“So… who's this?” She asked tugging on the sleeve of the clearly borrowed t-shirt.

“The guy who’s couch I crashed on last night. I made a comment about feeling gross about being in last night's clothes that he lent me a t-shirt.” Lent, gave, I wasn’t certain I wanted to broach that topic with Anna yet. Roommate first, acquaintances second. “How ‘bout you? Did you at least get coffee?”

“Yeah, he made a comment about his roommate being out so we ordered breakfast at his place, he was so nice.” She gushed. I watched as the realization crossed her face, “wait you said you’d tell me how you knew what he looked like when we met up,” she lightly wacked my arm with the back of her hand, “spill.”

I laughed and rubbed the back of my neck, “I was at breakfast with his roommate. Also known as his brother.” I said.

“Shut up! No fucking way,” she said with a laugh. We were getting looks from a few commuters in our immediate area and I tried to quiet her down. “That’s too funny,” she said in a slightly quieter tone. “Are you seeing him again?”

“Are you?” I countered.

“Maybe, he gave me his number, but I’m not certain.” She said, “Now tell me you coward,”

“Maybe,” I countered and she groaned at my dramatics.

“Insufferable, you fink.” She joked. I grinned a little as we continued some small talk before I agreed to let her rest on my shoulder until we got to the campus’ stop.

I fished my phone out and figured that I should probably try and organize a date huh?

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Hi I was wondering could you write when Suguru and Gojo get baby fever. This is patch hearts Suguru and Gojo by the way. It starts when y/n coworker asked her if she could look his baby for while he gone. Let say a family emergency came up or something and his wife is busy too. While y/n agree to take care of the baby. Both Suguru & Gojo can’t help to fantasies about having their own little one in the house. So the baby go back home and both Gojo & Suguru start asking y/n if she wants one and that when sexy smut time happens😉😏

Baby Fever

Paring: Gojo & Geto x reader

words: 1,4

warnings: smut

summary: You're babysitting a friend's baby, and they can't stop thinking about what you'd look like with their little copies. So they decide to make these babies.

"(y/n), Why a baby?" Satoru asked you, watching you enter the house with a small pink baby carrier with a small sleeping baby inside.

"Huh? Oh, she is my friend's daughter. Neither he nor his wife could stay home with her so they asked me if I could take her for a few hours before they got back." You said as you set the carrier on the floor to rest.

"They will play and you will take care of their child? It's not fair and you know it." Suguru added, standing next to his best friend with his arms crossed over his chest.

"It's not like that!" You said hastily. "Their parents had an accident and were hospitalized. No one knows if they'll be okay."

"Accident? Did they fall off the curb? Come on, we had other plans..." Gojo moaned.

"While they were walking along the sidewalk, a car drove into a group of people, including them." you said seriously.

"It changes things. But that doesn't mean we didn't have other plans."

"Satoru, I'm sorry. It's only a few hours, I promise. Try to think about the positives."

"About the positives?" Geto muttered with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. You can learn how to handle a baby."

"I don't know what you're getting at, honey, but if you want us to learn, it's better on our own children. Although, if you want us to do something wrong, go ahead. We can do it." The dark haired man walked away, returning to his work he was doing.

"Satoru?" You turned to the man standing in front of you. "Are you going to say the same? That you will learn from your children?"

"Noo... I won't say the same. All I can say is that we must first have our children to learn. So if you want to open a baby factory, go to the bedroom. You'll get a place of honor." He gave you a cocky smirk.

Ignoring his advances, you followed the little baby to the living room, where you let the baby sleep.

Once you made sure everything was okay, you went to the bathroom to wash away the rest of your work fatigue.

In front of the child who was on the couch, Gojo was crouching, watching the soft features of the baby's face.

"What are you doing?" Geto asked, entering the living room, and set his mug down on the windowsill as he was about to go out onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

"Don't you think a baby with white hair and eyes like mine would look cool?" he asked, watching the baby move slightly.. "Even if it's not my child, it's a good example to imagine what our own would look like."

"I don't believe my ears. This Satoru is thinking about what his child would look like." he laughed, tapping his pack of cigarettes against the windowsill before he pulled one out and held it in his mouth. "I don't think I can smoke around a baby. And you shouldn't look at her with those eyes."

"You smoke quite a bit for you. You shouldn't smoke anyway. It stinks... And besides, what do you have against my eyes?"

"Like how sometimes they look like they're glowing, and you're always looking at (y/n) pleadingly and innocently for her to succumb to something. Small children have quite large eyes, so I don't want to feel watched every time the child is awake."

"I'll ask again, what do you have against my eyes?"

"Nothing. I just don't think I need another you." He said and walked out, opening the balcony door ajar.

"I know you love my eyes!" shouted the white-haired man with a cocky smile.

"Not at all!"

"Yeah, sure! This is love for me!"

Geto came inside for a moment with an angry face.

"I'm only here with you because we're with (y/n)." he growled and walked away.

"Yeah... But I know you still love me, best friend~!" He stuck his tongue out as he continued to joke.

You heard their "fight" and silently laughed.

And as you dressed in your home and comfortable clothes, you left for the living room, knowing that it was probably time to feed your friend's baby.

As soon as you got there, you heard your boys arguing about whose kid was better to talk.

If you had to say, you can't choose. All children would be so very cute with them. A baby looking like them would be so cute.

You took the baby as soon as she opened her eyes and you sat on the couch with her in your arms, handing her a bottle of warm milk.

They disappeared into the kitchen, pretending to prepare something to eat.

In fact, they were both bustling around there, watching you gently feed the baby. They imagined you breastfeeding their babies. Two tiny copies of them that suck the sweet juice out of you as their food.

A bit unfair that your tits will belong to two babies and not them, but they would be able to give it to them for a while.

Because seeing you round with their children would be so wonderful.

You would be so well suited to be the mother of their children.

You are so caring and loving to them, so you would be the same to their children.

Two hours later, where the infant was sleeping, her father came to fetch her. And thanking you, he left.

As you closed the door, two men immediately appeared behind you, with strange smiles.

"(y/n)-chan~, would you like to have a baby at home~?" Suguru asked with a slight smile.

"Mochi~ want one or two~?" Satoru gave you a wide, toothy smile.

"It would be nice to have one. But I'm not sure I'd be good enough as a mother." You said with a small smile.

Their hands appeared on your body.

"Don't worry. You'd be a great mother~." Geto said in your ear, making you tremble as Satoru's hands began to undress you.

You were lying on the bed holding the sheets tightly under you. Your body was in the mating press position. With Suguru's cock digging deep into your pussy, and Satoru's cock fucking your mouth.

Saliva ran down your chin.

Your legs were bent which would have been painful if you hadn't gotten used to being laid that way with these two.

Well, they were serious when they said you would carry their babies. Even the name of this position talks about making babies.

You were surprised that Suguru go first. With Satoru being so jealous sometimes you can't win.

But you knew there was a hidden agenda behind it.

"Aaah... Don't you think it's time to have an even playing field in getting her pregnant?" Satoru asked, sweat trickling down his neck as he moved his hips shallowly, pushing his length into your cheeks.

"You think she's stretched enough already?"

"You were supposed to take care of that. You're the one who has a slightly thicker dick. But that also means your dick is a bit shorter than mine." He chuckled, pulling the tip out of your mouth.

"Are you starting to compare our dicks again? What matters is that it's beyond the endurance of the body (y/n)." He smiled as he looked at your red face covered in saliva and small tears.

"Okay. Pick her up."

Suguru's hands lifted your body, and he pulled his cock out of you.

He sat you down at Satoru's length and placed you on his chest as the white haired man made you relax.

He started inserting the tip into you while massaging your clit.

They both felt they were about to come because of the pressure they felt inside you.

"Suguru, fucking hurry up..." Gojo growled through clenched teeth before throwing his head back, stopping himself from cumming.

Along with your orgasm by touching your clitoris, Geto pushed all the way in with a new wave of your wetness, and they started painting your insides white.

Stirring their sperm in your womb. In such a way that they both had 100% certainty that one of them would definitely be the father of your child.

How they wish it was possible for both of them to be fathers of your children at the same time.

As they pulled out of you, Satoru quickly grabbed your legs, pressing them against your chest, and held it like that before Suguru pulled a metal plug out of the cupboard and slowly pushed it into your filled pussy.

"I believe you'll be able to fall asleep with it in you, baby. Because it's to make sure nothing comes out of you, and you'll be lovely round with our kids."

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What Would Karma Do... when you support him at his baseball game?

navi - masterlist

Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: dare

Summary: Remember the beloved Assassination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: mild cursing, just some chaotic fluff

Ever since the kidnapping incident, things have been ironically great.

It was ironic because to any regular person, said things should’ve been horrible. You had a new classmate that was a robot, Korosensei's apparent brother came and tried to kill him, and Professor Jelavic's old teacher came to try and show you all a lesson.

But somehow amongst the chaos you found harmony. Honestly you were surprised with the way you were handling things. Between getting kidnapped and the rest of the unusual events, it’s safe to say you didn’t see this much action back at your prestigious school from your old country.

Regardless, you couldn't help but feel this newfound comfort was thanks to your lovable (and slightly chaotic) red headed boyfriend, Karma Akabane.

Ever since you had almost been kidnapped your relationship with him grew stronger. He began to open up new sides of himself with you, just as you did with him. For once everything seemed to be going great. That is, until the A Class came back into the picture.

"Well, that was a beating." Nakamura sighed as the females of your class trudged to the baseball fields.

Thanks to your training, you didn't feel too sore from the rough loss you just endured, but that didn't help your deflated ego.

Back at home you were great at many sports, winning was just something you were accustomed to at this point. But unfortunately you had to play the one sport you despised: basketball.

Each of the classes had a tournament of different sports, the boys were currently playing baseball while the girls just finished their basketball tournament. You would've killed to play baseball instead, but beggars can't be choosers. The A Class had olympian-like players anyways, so at least the outcome wasn’t that big of a shock.

"For real, I feel like all my fingers are broken." You whined with a pout of your lip as you wiggled your sore fingers around to help the aching feeling.

"No worries, there's always next time, yeah?" Kataoka said with a soft smile, her words making the group of defeated players feel just a bit better.

Kayano whimpered as she looked down solemnly, "It was my fault. My suckage dragged the whole team down."

"Oh come on don't be like that." You sighed as you wrapped an arm around her.

"Yeah Y/n is right, we all sucked"

Kayano let out an annoyed growl as she crossed her arms, claiming her lack of skill was due to the rather… feminine build of the Class A players. At this you couldn’t help but snort, watching as your classmates argued over whether that truly mattered.

You knew your own chest was a fair size so you decided not to butt in for the sake of the argument. Luckily for all of you, the large fence of the baseball field came into view about halfway through the conversation, a smile curling onto your lips.

The feeling of an elbow jabbing your side caused you to choke a bit as you looked over to see Nakamura smirking at you.

"Excited to see your boyfriend~" Nakamura playfully sang, the girls all squealing at the sight of your cheeks glowing a bright pink tint.

Laughing bashfully you fiddled with your fingers as you grinned over to her, "Maybe~."

"I still find it ironic you and Karma became a pair, he gives me the heebeejeebees." Kurahashi said with a shiver, a few of the girls nodding in agreement at that.

All you could do was really shrug. You knew where they were coming from, but you just saw things differently with the chaotic brute.

"Anyways, let's hope the boys are doing better than we did." Hayami said, all your gazes now focusing on the field where you watched your fellow classmates in uniform.

Based on the sight of things, the game didn't seem to be going well. Or even fair for that matter.

Class A's team was mere steps away from your class' batter. It was obvious he wouldn't be able to swing without the ball being caught immediately.

The sight made your brows knit together in frustration, your fingers clinging to the thin metal bars of the fence as your classmates gathered close by. Karasuma was already there watching intently, his expression understandably grim.

"Looks like the boys were doing better than we did," Nakamura said with a sigh as she pointed out the scoreboard with your class in the lead, "But it looks like they're suffering the consequences now with Mr. Stick-Up-His-Butt."

Your eyes moved from the scoreboard to the very principal himself who stood from the dugout, a devious intent in his eyes.

The sight alone made you shiver. Just like his son, something just seemed very off about that man.

Your thoughts came to a halt when the sound of a familiar tongue clicking filled your ears. Tilting your head to the side, your eyes widened to see a familiar redhead leaning against the gate entrance to the field.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm disappointed your eyes weren't on me first angel."

Smiling wide, you jogged over to your boyfriend and jumped into his awaiting arms.

"Sorry Karma I got distracted, I missed you today." You mumbled with a smile as you stood on your toes just to peck at his lips.

Karma simply chuckled as he returned the peck before glancing back to the field with a raised eyebrow, "I missed you too Y/n, but mind me asking who distracted you first?"

Karma's jealousy never failed to peek out from his nonchalant facade, his words making you roll your eyes at him playfully before you glanced back at the field to search for your prior distraction.

"Principal Asano just caught my eye... I don't know what it is but something about him makes me feel uneasy everytime I see him.”

The slight shiver of your body didn't go unnoticed by Karma, his arm squeezing your waist gently leading you to look up to his confident golden hues.

"What the old man? Don't let him get to you, it's just a facade." Karma said with a grin as he shifted your hips so that you were facing him once again, "Just you wait, once we beat these Class A jerk-offs you'll get to see the principal lose his cool, it'll be a dream come true."

Giggling at Karma’s all too excited plan, you snaked your arms up into his red locks giving them a ruffle while playfully raising a brow.

"Be nice my prince of chaos, we don't wanna hurt their egos too much."

Karma let out a genuine laugh at that, smooshing his lips up against your cheek before backing towards the gate entrance, "Whatever you say, princess."

His return of the mocking nickname made you roll your eyes, but not before blowing him a kiss as he jogged back to his classmates. This game was sure to be interesting.

"We're at the top of the second inning and the invincible defense is still the order of the day!" The sports newscaster exclaimed over the radio.

"Batter number eight, left-fielder Akabane."

Your eyes lit up as you saw your boyfriend walk up to the base, you were about to shout his name but paused in your decisions when you noticed the redhead looking deep in thought.

Blinking at this, you glanced to the field and noticed the rest of the team just a few footsteps away from Karma as some sort of defense. Though you were no expert in baseball, you knew there's no way that was allowed.

"Move it kid. Get your tail in the batters box." The referee shouted, he sounded a bit agitated.

Karma simply glanced towards your principal, his eyes narrowed in focus causing you to raise a brow.

"Never pegged you as the type to play dirty, sir." Karma spoke, venom on his tongue as the principal simply smiled at the boy.

Now it was all making sense, the principal was Class A's new fill in coach of sorts. What happened to their old one?

"If the rules haven't changed, this little gambit ain't legal. They're guarding the infield, umpire should've called it by now." Karma hissed, his head glancing back at the A Class spectators with a grin, "Oh come on, anyone smell a rat or is it just me?"

At this your classmates seemed to snort. Though Karma was being his usual snarky self, everyone knew he was right. This was a risky call for the principal; was he really that scared of your class winning? This rivalry the classes had amongst each other must have been much more personal than you thought.

"Oh, never mind!" Karma exclaimed with a sly smirk as he pointed towards the A Class spectators, "You guys are morons, baseball is like a foreign language to ya!"

At that final comment there was a mix of laughter and yelling. You couldn't help but giggle as he stood amongst the angry students with his arms out, as if he was welcoming the angry cries.

His golden eyes landed on you for a quick second, he flashed a smile and winked before turning back to bat for his team. This trouble maker was going to start a riot and his only response was sticking his tongue out.

Sure enough the rest of the game went as expected. The A Class was playing dirty, from getting too close to the players to even bunting the ball making it nearly impossible for the E Class to have any sort of defense.

Your poor classmates looked exhausted and drained, you felt horrible for them. This game was getting dragged out in the blazing heat all because A Class couldn't take a loss.

Just as it was Class E's turn to play defense, Karma ran to the group with what looked like an idea in mind. You knew he had been talking to Korosensei, maybe it was a new plan for them to win?

Sure enough as your classmates broke away from their huddle the plan was revealed, but you weren't very fond of it.

Karma and Isogai moved not even three feet away from the batter that was up. Karma's golden eyes glared towards the principal as you heard him speak up.

"Choking up the infield isn't helping the batter's concentration, but what are you gonna do? Now if the umpire had called you on earlier there'd be a precedent for telling us to back off." Karma explained as a matter of factly, his eyes narrowing as he grinned to the principal, "You're cool with this, right chief?"

Suddenly your heart began to race a bit faster. There's no way the principal would okay this right? It was just a silly baseball game, it wouldn't even hurt your school's reputation.

Unfortunately the principal didn't seem to care as he simply smiled and nodded his head.

"Proceed as you will, a true athlete does not falter before such trickery."

Your eyes widened as Karma's grin turned into a wicked smirk at his words.

"Wow, duly noted." Karma cooed before him and Isogai walked even closer to the batter until they were a mere footstep away, "We'll hold you to that sir."

Moving closer to the fence you attempted to call out Karma's name until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Glancing up you noticed it was Karasuma's hand but he kept his eyes glued to the field.

"You have no reason to worry Y/n, the boys know what they're doing and they're following the octopus' order."

Biting your lip you let out a shaky sigh and nodded before glancing back to the field.

Even the batter seemed to be a bit shaken up, but the principal simply said to ignore them. His words nearly made your head explode, your foot nervously tapping against the messy clay of the field.

As Sugino made his first pitch the pitcher sure enough followed the principal's orders and swung, the bat just inches away from Karma and Isogai's heads as they moved back barely an inch. The sight made you gasp as you began to anxiously bite at one of your nails, this was insane!

Karma only seemed amused as he moved closer to the batter with a psychotic grin, "Give us a break, holding back ain't gonna cut it pal. On the next throw, swing like you're trying to kill us."

In the next moment you expected to see Karma and Isogai on the ground with cracked skulls, but instead you heard the batter cry in fear as he hit the ball awkwardly causing it to bounce on the ground.

Karma was quick to jump and catch it, throwing it to Nagisa so he could place it on the home base. Isogai then quickly instructed Nagisa to throw it to third base which he did, Kimura catching it just in time to get the last player of Class A out.

"T..The game is over!" The sports announcer said shakily, "I can't even... this is insane! The winner is... I never thought I would say this but the winner is E Class."

Though there were obvious groans and gasps of shocks, the cheers from your class were much louder as you all clapped and shouted their names. Your classmates soon left the field to meet up with you guys, your classmates all high fiving and cheering for one another.

Skipping to your boyfriend you gave him a tight hug, his arms raising in surprise before he chuckled and hugged you back.

"That was amazing Karma!" You exclaimed into his chest as he ran his fingers through your locks before taking a step back and glaring at him as you grabbed onto his collar and pulled him down to your level, "But if you ever do that again I'll kill you!"

Karma's eyes widened in surprise before he laughed and shooed your hand off his shirt, "Yeah yeah. You know I wouldn't have let those A Class jerks touch me angel."

His smug words made your lips tug into an annoyed frown as you crossed your arms at him, the sight making Karma roll his eyes before snaking his arms around your waist and tugging your turned back against his chest. Your attempt at remaining annoyed with him slowly cracked as he kept placing messy kisses on the sides of your face.

"Don't make that pouty face, you'll get ugly wrinkles."

Your pouted lips immediately fell in feigned offense as you narrowed your eyes up at him, but before you could rebuttal, you heard some of the A Class students grumbling to themselves.

"Oh damn that was totally pointless, how did they lose to those E Class jerkwads?" One of the boys snarled. Their words made your brows furrow as you gripped onto Karma’s arms that were wrapped around you.

Karma seemed just as annoyed as his grip on you tightened slightly.

"All that superior fire power wasted."

Finally having enough of their passive aggressive comments, you stood up a bit straighter as you shouted over to them with a grin, “I think you mean all that superior fire power lost.”

The sight of you sticking your tongue out at them soon after your comment made their faces scrunch in anger, but as soon as they caught sight of the scary looking man behind you, they quickly averted their gazes and mumbled amongst each other.

Watching them walk away made you huff, your body turning around to face Karma as you puffed your cheeks out in annoyance, “Those jerks just won’t leave us alone! Someone ought to teach them a lesson.”

The sight of your frustrated expression nearly made Karma groan as he smirked down at you. Though a rare sight, you always looked so adorable all fired up. He couldn’t help but tease you.

“Woah don’t get too fired up there angel, you may do something crazy like try to set their alarm clocks an hour back so they’re late to school.”

Karma’s words made your lip pout as you glared up to him with folded arms.

“Have fun walking up the hill by yourself.” You huffed, turning on your heel to walk off with your classmates, but you were stopped in your tracks as strong arms lifted you into the air, your growls slowly molding into giggles as Karma ran with you to catch up with your class that already began their ascent to the classroom.

Nothing out of the ordinary for your classmates, they simply observed your interaction with smiles before Karma placed you down, the large group of you walking up together with a sense of provide filled in all of you.

“So, how did the basketball tournament go?” Nagisa asked, turning back to his classmates only to be shocked at the dull expressions on the girl’s faces.

“Oh yeah! Did you kick-” Karma’s words were cut off when a collective sigh of groans filled the air, your lips quirking into a sheepish smile as you glanced up to your boyfriend who wore a confused expression.

"Uhhh, let's not ruin the moment."

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Fake texts au- pt.10 bffs with the rookies+ The Hangover III

I can't believe we're on part 10 already 😭😭😭

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username give it up she literally just their friend username and even if she wasn’t why would yall treat her differently than any other wag? username look at her man she's literally using them for fame and money

"Well, that wasn't as bad," y/n shrugged.

"That's cause you didn't have your camera roll," Logan snapped back, finally feeling a little more human, the hangover easing down.

"Look who's talking," the Aussie came to y/n's defence, "You're lucky you didn't have YOUR phone," Oscar called out, making the American's face turn red.

"Damnnn Oscar!" The girl praised, colour returning to his face, all were slowly returning to normal, even Arthur had found his way back to the table. Seeing this, the two older men Max and Charles ordered for the table, while Lando, went through more of Y/n's Instagram with the group.

"Honestly, the response isn't that bad, and our PR officers won't murder us, sooo we're good," he said, smiling and logging out of her Instagram account.

"Oh my god," The Monganeseque boy spoke up after being missing for almost half an hour, " I don't think we ate last night," he said shoving the food in his mouth.

The older men expected one of the other three to corroborate the boy's words but they just witnessed four twenty-somethings guzzling down food and large glasses of OJ, lifting plates to slide food into their mouths, letting runny egg yolks and bacon grease getting over their face and hands.

"Fucking hell," Max snarled, "it's like watching animal planet or something,"

"It's disgusting is what it is," Charles agreed, "MERDE ARTHUR, MAMAN RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS!" He yelled at his brother who was currently dipping a rolled up pancake in orange juice.

"Oh mate that's fucking disgusting," Y/n scoffed but then followed suit.

"Both of you are insane," Logan cried out, his accent thick, but failed to notice his own disgusting plate, dipping his bacon in maple syrup.

"ugh, there is something mentally deficient with all of you," Oscar frowned.

"Big words for someone mixing coffee into their oj," Lando cringed, taking a photo of the four and their disgusting eating habits.

"I- I can't look at this, I'm leaving," Charles gave up, holding up his hands in surrender, "I have a meeting at Ferrari anyways,"

"Bye, Charles!" the table chorused.

"Oh shit, it's 11am already?" Max called, looking at his watch, "I've got debrief at noon, see you next race, yeah Y/n?" He patted the girl's shoulder as he left.

"Never, again, ever." She yelled out, behind the man, making him laugh.

"Wait really?" The American looked over, bacon in hand.

"Nah, but like I've got uni and stuff and I've been going Arthurs races as well so, I'll probably be back by Britain or Netherlands," she explained.

"Oh yeah I forgot you still go to uni," Lando said.

"Not all of are millionaires cause of our fast vroom vroom cars," she spit back.

"yeah, yeah, " he waved off, "Oscar, Zak's told me to babysit you till our flight tomorrow so you don't do something or someone," he wriggled his brows, smirking at his teammate, making him roll his eyes, "you regret, so let's go and leave that disgusting abomination here," he said pointing to the coffee-orange juice.

"Guy's I don't know about y'all but I'm going go and pass out in the room till next year," The girl said, pushing away from the table.

"Same," The two boys followed.

oooooh this was ✨✨✨ but next we have the summer break chapter 🤭

Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1 @eugene-emt-roe @fangirl-dot-com

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disabledprincesses · 2 years

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Why tf do we fold pjs? Oh no my shirt that literally only my stuffed animals and cat see will be wrinkly

Who exactly is going to stop me from putting my dirty clothes into a small childrens wagon to lug to the laundry room?

I feel like we really underestimate how much we can do sitting: fold? Wash dishes? Shower? Get ready in mirror? Clean? Cut up veggies?

Also no one has explained to me why i cant make my bed while still in it? Like even if I can only do 80% while in it, thats still 80%??

If i throw out all my tubber ware, and get a bunch of only one kind, I'll never have to look for lids. Same with socks!

Separating clothes by color is stupid.

We need less "I'm gonna stack these nicely here so they look nice" and more "I have 85 nice boxes from Joann fabrics, each one has things it in because the boxes hide the fucks I don't give. Socks go in here, papers i need go in here, candles over there, art supplies, pet stuff, meds, pants, books, blankets, makeup, pillows, etc."

Normalize crawling around on your floor to pick up things and tossing them over to the corner of the room closest to where they belong so you can then crawl over there and sit while putting them away.

Normalize screaming.

Why must we eat so many things that we do not like? If I like 5/400 veggies, guess what? Im gonna get so many vitamins from them and anything I'm missing I'm gonna get from other food groups! Its pretty unlikely that I'm missing a crap ton of vitamins when most veggies got 7/10 of the vitamins you need.

Normalize purposefully planning to do nothing at certain times of the day. Sorry I can't go to the park, I'm staring at my wall for 45 minutes at that time, today is the west wall :)

Why do I need to do anything for attention from my friends/partner, why can't I just tell someone I want attention and get my sim bar filled then and there?

All cardboard boxes are canvases waiting for the day.

Why do we even have large spoons in our houses anymore?? We always say we hate them and then we have like 20!!

Let go of the idea that anything is written in stone

#disability #disabled #spoonie #chronic illness #chronically ill #chronic pain #autism #actuallyautistic #aspie #actually aspie #actually adhd #adhd #mental health #chronic fatigue #depression #mental illness

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thewritersaddictions · 7 months

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Day Twenty-Seven: Albert Wesker + 2x Penetration

You'd been working with your captian for a few years now. You'd been right there when he destroyed the Umbrella corporation. At the end of that you stayed by your Captains side.

Even if he pushed you to leave him, leave the group that had become smaller in the past few years. Regardless you stayed by his side. Wesker had asked you to become his personal assitant, getting hsi coffee and anything else that he needed. Paperwork, pens from the drawers, whatever he needed you got for him.

The thing about Wesker is that he's always making passes at you. His large and cold hand grabbing the back of your neck one time. Or how softly his fingers feel when they brush up agasint yours when you give him his coffee cup.

Let's be hoenst you've always been a snoopy person. It started when you were a kid, looking to see if you could tell what you got for christmas, going into your mothers purse and stealing a twenty from her wallet.

But this… this was the worst. You shamelessly were snooping through your Captains drawers at his desk. He had told ou that he needed something his office, but then curoisity got the cat. Your hand just had to reach for the drawers handle.

The first drawers was fine, it was filled with pens, unmarked sticky-notes, and some chewy gum. A minty flavor whafting from inside the drawer.

The second drawer to the opposite was just as empty. A few papers in folders stacked on top of each other. There were a few written on sticky notes, and a calendar book.

Underneath were two more, but for some reason your attention took you away from the drawer to the left and brought it all to the one right in front of you. You dropped whatever Wesker had you come into the office and orignally get for him. It landed with no sound to the top of the desk. Then your hand was gripping the drawers handle hard.

You pulled the drawer open, and was saly met with nothing to appealing, a few more folders and paper work. The amount of paperwork packed away made you discouraged to look through the other drawer, but as you were closin the drawer in front of you something caughter your eye.

A towel wrapped around something, shifting a few things in the drawer you pulled the towel out, and out fell something… a toy of sorts. Why would your captain have need for a toy like this, at work no less. The dildo sat on it base, standing tall and proud. You picked it up, holding it weight in your hands. The girth of the dildo was much more then you had ever taken, and before you could put it back… you were caught.

"Y/n, what's taking you so… long." You couldn't see the smirk, but you could hear it in his voice. You tried to swallow and think of something to say, but with a six-inch dildo in your hand and an open drawer you weren't getting away with anything.

You shifted your weight on your feet, your bottom lip between your teeth, and turned to look at your captain. He was already moving towards you, a strong and wide stance the closer he got to you.

Nothing was stopping you from dropping the toy, and running out of his office. "Were being naughty? Poking around my stuff." Wesker asks you, you can't look at him right now. All the teasing all of the forward passes he's made at you has your thighs in a constant battle with each other.

When you do try to move it's already to late. His hand is wrapped around your bicep in a matter of seconds. "You know sweetpea, I think you like being naughty." he says is voice so deep, and calm. It makes your knees buckle.

"Come on now sweetpea, make me wish comes true. I know you like when I touch you." Wesker whispers into your ear before licking it. You don't bite back the moans you just let them fall freely.

Your skirt seems to hide nothing, and give away everything. Wesker moves you in such a way that has you pressed up agasint the desks surface. He flips us your skirt, a gush of cool air hitting your dampen panties. "Cap…" You moan out in revernace, "Oh be quiet sweetpea, I'll take care of you." The dildo is now sitting next to you. Base suctioned to the desks top.

Your panties are slide down your legs, and the sticky wetness follows with a string. "Look at you so wet, and it's all for me right sweetheart?" He asks. Not really looking, or caring for an answer when he shoves a finger, and then another into your soaking cunt.

Your moans bounces on the walls as he beings to finger your hole. your breasts are pressed into the hard wood surface, but you don't seem to care. 'Captain… fuck please…" You moan out as you buck into him. When he spits down at your ass you shirek with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety.

"Oh don't worry princess, I've got you now." He murmurs to you, you feel the shift, you hear the sound ofths zipper being undone, and then the press of his cock againt your entrance. Tight as frist when her pushes his head in, and then the sudden slam has you breathless.

A few thrusts as you gushing around his cock. "Oh fuck, so fuckin wet. Can you hear how wet you are for me?" He asks, as he continues his rough and hard thrusts. You're to dazed to notice the shift in his weight on your body again, but what you do notice is the intruding feeling at your ass. "captain?" You ask even though it comes out as a moan. "Sweetpea, it's okay. relax for me, you want me to make you feel good right?" You can't deny that the feeling ofhis cock in your cunt, how full you feel has you to unwilling to agrue with him.

The force, and press of that toy. You know it's the toy, the wieght of it, how unreal it feel compared to Weskers cock. You still moan as the head of the dildo makes it past the pressure, the tight squeeze of the dildo makes you want to scream, and the feeling of Wesker cock right next to it makes you fall even further into the desk.

You become limp. Like a rag doll being fucked for not your pleasure. "There you go." Wesker praises you for your relaxation as the dildo makes it the hilt. Now that's over Wesker is back to thursting into you at a vigorous pace, unforgiving. He pumps the toy at the same time, and you relish in the way it all feels. The tightness, the girth and thickness. It all but brings you to your climax.

This of course until Wesker is pressed his weight into your back, and whsiepring dirty things into your hear. Coaxing you to the white bridge of release. Fianlly with a few finally thrusts he's got you were you want to be most, and he's no far behind.

A few heavy, heavy breaths later and you can see clearly. The tears being blinked away. Wesker slips the toy out from your ass throwing it back into the drawer. And slipping out of you with your protest. "Now next time you don't have to go snooping around in my drawers." He leaves you there a mess on his desk. Before Wesker turns and leave the room. He look over his shoulder, proud of himself. "Don't forget those papers I ask for, sweetpea."

Completed on: 08/17/23

Posted on: 10/27/23

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morallyinept · 7 months

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Ring Toss - A Frankie Morales One Shot 🍩

Summary: Frankie comes home with a box of treats, just for you.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x GN!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 2.5k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶🌶 "It's the emergence, of."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Explicit: Oral, M receiving/mild dirty talk. Delicious food porn with Frankie. What else is there to say?

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don't come at me; you've been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author's Note: Frankie and donuts... 🤤 Dedicated to lovely @secretelephanttattoo 🍩😘

MASTERLIST | FRANKIE MORALES MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

The box of sweet, sticky treats is calling your name.

You can’t resist them. Nu-uh, no way. Your one weakness and he knows it.

You pout up at him, trying to be riled, but the smirk on his tan face blooms across those luscious pink lips of his, and despite you wanting to slap it off of his chops at his gall of tempting you - you know you can't resist his sweet face either under that patchy scruff.

“I’m on a diet.” You scowl at him, trying not to smirk back.

“Screw the diet, hermosa. You can have one, right?” Frankie shrugs, looming in front of you.

“Noooo. It’ll undo all the hard work I did at the gym today.” You whine. The ache in your calves reminds you to hold strong. And maybe not go so hard on the cross trainer next time...

Frankie scoffs, holding the box out to you and you continue to refuse the sugary, deep-fried treats that are inside ganging up on and leering at you.

You can smell them. Oh God. It's like he's opened up Pandora’s Box and colourful sprinkles and sticky, creamy glazes are calling out to you; luring you in like a Siren song only you can hear.

Hijo de puta!

“I got 'em fresh. I got the custard ones, I know they’re your favourite.” Frankie insists with a tempting pink purse of his lips.

“You did?” You ask leaning forward to peer into the box.

Yep, there they were; oozing and sticky with that thick gloop leaking out of one of them like it had been shot and was bleeding out its vanillary insides.

No, stop it!

“Yeah.” He nods, smiling pleasantly down at you from under that well worn in cap; his messy curls rioting behind his ears. Deep brown eyes penetrate you with a beguiling simmer laced around them.

It was really sweet of him, touching. He knows what you like and how to make you happy. It's the little things Frankie does that give you the constant heart eyes for him.

The way he holds open the passenger side door for you on his beat up Pickup, and always takes your hand as you step out like you're his queen.

The way he always greets you when you come home from work with a swamping, lingering kiss, pushing you up agaisnt the back of the door, readily equipped with his large hands squeezing and groping at your body affectionately, before you've even said hello to one another.

The way he stops off on the way home from his group therapy sessions on a Thursday, to grab a box of fresh donuts from Dough Boyz, and ensures your favourites are plentiful.

Frankie smiles with tempting, molten eyes. Big browns out on full display. That same puppy-dog look he gives you which renders you absolute mush at his feet, usually.

“I hate you.” You shake your head. The pout is back and it's staying put. Much like your stony resistance.

“You hate me, huh?” Frankie baulks with a tinkling chuckle as he scratches at his scruff under his chin.

You fold your arms, sinking back into the couch and refusing him, trying to watch the TV - anything to distract you away from that heady, saccharine scent that wafts from the forbidden box of calorific delights.

“Suit yourself, muñeca. More for me.” Frankie says casually, tossing the box on the coffee table.

“I hope you get fat!” You call to him playfully as he saunters off towards the kitchen, his laugh echoing around you.

"You want a coffee?" He calls back.

"No, thanks," you humpf in response.

He leaves it there, lid open whilst he goes into the kitchen. You glance at it; your eyes darting back and forth at the temptation of sticking your fingers in and selecting the one that oozes with that yellowy-golden custard you long to taste cloying around your gums.

It's a test. You know it. Leave it open to tempt and twist you into finally submitting, and then Frankie would walk in to catch you red-handed and to see half of them snarffed up; crumbs mottled down your top and smeared sugar constellations across your cheeks.

Oh, he is such an asshole!

Frankie pads back into the lounge after a few minutes with his coffee and sits on the sofa adjacent to you, putting his long legs up on the coffee table and crossing them at the ankles. He reaches forward for a donut.

You watch as his dexterous, thick fingers pry a glazed ring out of the box, and he sits back into the cushions getting comfortable, bringing it up to his mouth.

Oh, it's like watching a filthy, X-rated porno.

How those plush, pink lips would part and he’d bite into the dough, licking his lips free of the sticky glaze. Shrapnels of glaze getting stuck in the fuzz of his moustache.

He watches the TV absentmindedly whilst he feasts quietly, unaware you want to launch the box of sugary treats at his head for bringing them here, the shithead.

But you want one, you soooo want one.

No! I worked hard this week. No treats!

But one won’t hurt.

You can’t just have one though, can you?!

But he brought you custard donuts, he loves you.

Fuck!

His dark eyes flick towards yours and you look away as he brings his coffee back up to his lips and smirks.

You try to invest yourself into whatever the heck it is rolling across the TV screen, but the overwhelming scent of sugar, and the sound of him smacking his lips together, soon draws your attention away again.

Frankie sucks his fingers slowly; the squeaking wet sounds of them popping out of his lewd mouth, before he runs his tongue around his teeth, sounds like it's gunfire inside your ears, thundering.

Loud enough for you to know the bastardo is doing it on purpose. Louder than the steam coming out of your ears.

Fuck that fucking fucker!

Your willpower is waning as you stare at the box of donuts on the coffee table taunting and seducing you.

No, I'm not going to give in. He wants me to and I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. Nope!

You glance at Frankie and he's watching you again with those dark chocolate eyes. “Just have one, you know you want to.” He tempts you.

Yeah, all he needs is a horned tail and a pitchfork, right?

“That’s not the point, I can’t have one. You know I can’t.” You sulk, shaking your head.

“Why? Because you went to the gym? One donut isn’t going to fucking hurt, hermosa.” He scoffs, chuckling.

You turn away again. “You don’t get it.”

“Hey, I’m all for keeping fit, but a treat now and again in moderation is good, baby.” He smiles. "You've earned it."

You shake your head trying to ignore him.

“You’re really gonna resist?” Frankie questions.

You nod. “Yes. Yes I am.”

“Well alright.” He sighs, admitting defeat.

You watch the TV again, smouldering away. You then see him reach forward and put his coffee cup down on the table in your peripherals.

He reaches into the box, with those wandering fingers once more. The one he pulls out is a plain one; the sister of the previous he'd just devoured.

He eyes it and then puts it back and reaches for another that takes his fancy instead; this time choosing one with sprinkles scattered across the pink, shiny glaze.

He sits back into the cushions again and looks darkly at you.

“You really won’t eat this?” Frankie questions.

“No.” You shake your head again feeling your brain rattle inside your skull.

“But what if I really want you to eat it, to enjoy it? I mean, I brought these as a reward for how well you’ve been doing lately at the gym… what a waste.” He sighs, shaking his head. He pouts at you too, those thick lips pursed out.

“Are you trying to guilt trip me, Morales? It’s not working.” You confirm, frowning.

"Ya lo veremos..." Frankie sighs with a slick smile.

"Stop it," you warn.

You watch him put the donut between his lips and then let go; it balances precariously between those plumpy, pink smackers and his fuzzy moustache.

With his hands, he simply reaches down, undoes the buckle on his belt, the button on his jeans, and then unzips his fly.

You watch, with widening eyes, as he pulls out his cock and pumps it a few times in his fist.

You can hear him groan around the donut hanging out of his mouth; eyes rolling back as he acqaints himself with his thick, swelling dick.

Oh shit...

He jerks on his cock; little wheezed breaths pelting out of his chest, until he's fully hard and rigid in his hand.

He looks at you the whole time he's doing it too.

“What... are you doing?” You baulk at him, feeling hot prickles dance on the back of your neck. The heat flares all over your body and you clench your fist around the throw over the couch you're sitting on.

He waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively with a small shrug of his shoulders, unable to speak with the donut hanging out of his mouth; his saliva starting to melt the glaze that he can feel pooling in the corners.

Frankie then takes the donut from his mouth, licking crudely at his lips, and simply places it over his stiff cock. Sliding his thick member through the hole tightly in the centre, and pushes it down as far as it will go without breaking.

The donut rubber-rings itself around him and he lets go. His cock stands up right, fully hard and bobbing two and fro a little with the weight of the donut around it.

You swallow hard as he sits there waiting for you expectantly. He rests his arms over the top of his head; eyes peering darkly at you from under the rim of his cap. He juts his hips forward, challenging you brazenly.

Frankie's smirk is widening, and your cheeks are turning more red as the seconds wear on. Red with fury, red with abject need...

Oh, you son of a b-

“Frankie-”

“Eat it,” he encourages with an ever-widening grin and beckons you over with two fingers. "Come here."

You sigh, and then giggle in unison with him as he chuckles.

"You're such an ass."

“Come on,” he rouses, wiggling his hips from side to side and his cock rocks, life buoyed inside the donut and bites his lip suggestively.

You stand up, completely caving; a sound escaping you similar to a bear disturbed from their hibernation, and make your way towards him, utterly burning up now.

Yeah, he’s totally done a number on you alright.

“You’re gonna make a mess all over your jeans.” You roll your eyes.

He shakes his head. “You’d better eat it quickly then before it sticks.” Frankie teases as you approach him.

He runs his pointer finger around the orbit of the donut, in the pink glaze, and sucks it into his mouth.

"Mmm," he quips and klaxons sound in your ears.

“You’re such a bad influence,” you remark to him, trying to resist his allure.

He pulls you forward by your wrists and your face meets his. “It’s why you love me.” He purrs before he kisses you.

"I do, damnit." You sigh.

His lips are sweetly tasting and you suck on his bottom lip, sampling the crusted glaze and groan in delight at the sugar rush of it.

You reach down to feel his swollen head poking out the top of the donut oozing. You suck your fingers and they are sweetly swirled with the donut glaze and that salty glaze all of his own that beads from the slit.

“You taste really good.” You murmur to him.

“Oh, I know,” Frankie smirks. “You should have more of me, hermosa.” He incites.

You kneel down between his legs and crane forward. Looking up at him, you take a gentle bite from the donut, and he bites his lip again watching you.

Oh, it tastes fucking better than you could have imagined.

Your fingers are scratching inside the soft, downy hairs of his thighs into his groin as he thrusts his hips out a little more towards you.

The donut tastes fantastic, and you make sure to allow your lips to brush over him now and again, making him gasp and shudder.

Yeah, now it's your turn to tease the fuck out of him.

The gummy taste of the glaze coates him and sticks to his skin; you eat more of the donut from around his cock, savouring it. It's a sticky sweet mess that makes you whine. Makes you sweat. Makes your head swim and your sex pulse in desire and need.

"That's it, baby. Eat it all up..." Frankie encourages.

You scoff the donut around him, slowly revealing more of his impressive and hard cock that you long to devour.

Thick, veiny and so fucking hard. A beautifully flushed head that drips and throbs as you run your tongue over it, tasting every morsel of that sticky syrup.

Your body clenches and drools in response.

"Mmm," he croons, smiling.

Frankie runs his hands through your hair as you finish it; crumbs from the dough dotted around his length and dappled in the fuzzy short hairs at the base of him as you swallow your last mouthful of the wondrous treat.

His eyes burn into yours as he watches you lick up the side of his shaft where the glaze is stuck in wet globules, and you feel his cock pulse in response.

“Yeah…” He whispers, keenly and nodding at what's to come. "Suck it."

You open your mouth as you get to the top, placing him inside and you swallow him down.

“Fuck!” Frankie whines out; his head thrown back against the couch cushions as you give him that sweet, succulent head that he craves.

Your fingers claw into his thighs as you bob up and down, head stuffed inside his lap, sucking him clean. You lick and kiss the whole length of him. Tonguing around the head like a popiscle, licking up the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, and slurping him down deeper into the trenches of your throat.

You feel him put a gentle pressure on the back of your head; he wants you to deep throat him, to take him in all the way. To choke and gag on him as that frothy spittle hangs from your lips.

He grunts out as you do it; swallowing his thick, tasty cock deep inside your throat and pressing your nose against the skin above his groin.

You inhale him in, sighing in satisfaction as you do. You love the taste of him, the fullness of him. The way he packs you out around your cheeks.

He feels you heave around him and hisses out as the back of your throat squeezes around him.

"Eso se siente tan jodidamente bien, no pares..." he groans with a silky hiss.

Frankie pulls out and you gasp for air; crystal saliva strings dangling from his swollen head to your mouth.

He pulls you up and kisses you; tasting the donut, tasting himself and smirking at you.

Sucking on your tongue, Frankie whines and your body is burning up. You're craving more. The sugar rush floods through your veins making your fingers shake.

"More, baby." Frankie encourages. "You're so fucking good at that."

He lets go of you and you go back to sucking him off. Holding the base of him steady, and he throws his hands up again behind his capped head, shuffling down the couch a little; enjoying the show of you taking him in.

Hungry for it, hungry for him. Basking in that candy coated wonderland of that sweet tasting cock.

You work his shaft, pumping as you go to really get him going; massaging his balls that are aching to release, and give him plenty of eye contact as he watches you mouth on him.

“Fuck, baby I’m gunna come…” Frankie gasps; his thighs twitching and shaking as he releases, filling your mouth with that delicious, thick custard of his own.

He tastes so fucking good.

He watches, enthralled, as you swallow it all down, licking your lips and sucking your fingers afterwards.

“Yum,” you murmur at him with a wink.

Frankie smiles at you through flushed cheeks and blissed out brown eyes like he's high, utterly beside himself in post-coital dumbness for a few beats.

You promptly stand up and turn to the box on the coffee table, plucking out that weeping custard donut, and sit back in your spot on the adjacent couch and bite into it.

Frankie chortles loudly; cock and balls still out as you devour that delicious custard treat without any ounce of guilt.

"Knew you couldn't resist." He chants.

"You play dirty, Morales." You say around a mouthful and it's heavenly.

"Always, hermosa."

Yeah, one or two donuts won’t hurt, right?

I really hope you enjoyed reading this tasty treat with Frankie. If you did, please consider re-blogging this so others can also have their fill. I'd love to know your thoughts too. Thanks so much for reading! 🖤

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junnieverse · 5 months

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ICE PRINCE ➳ P. SUNGHOON

➙ synopsis: your favourite time of the year has finally come around and what better way to spend it than with your favourite person

pairing: park sunghoon x afab!reader

genre: fluffiest of fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: not proofread (minor typos may be found), nothing else I can think of other than reader and sunghoon being absolutely whipped for each other

a/n: the votes were in and you guys asked for our ice prince, MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS MY LOVES, HERE IS MY SMALL GIFT TO YOU ALL ! 🎁

"C'mon Hoonie I wanna show you something!"

You've always loved Christmas. Just everything about it was so magical to you.

From the warm lights decorating every surface around the rooms, the delicious baked goods and ofcourse the holiday excitement that came with the occasion making so many people joyful, it filled your entire heart.

This year, you would be spending this special occasion with your boyfriend Sunghoon for the first time and you thought going out for an evening walk around the city square market visiting the Christmas stalls would be perfect for the festivities before you could go home and put on your matching Christmas pyjamas, bundle yourselves up in warm blankets and watch Christmas movies with a cup of hot cocoa and mini marshmallows.

Intertwining your fingers with your boyfriend's cold yet soft ones, you speed through the crowd of lively people getting on your tippy toes trying to look for your wanted destination hidden between the large sea of people.

Finally spotting the small stall decorated with fairy lights amongst other Christmas stalls, your eyes land on the beautifully decorated Christmas decorations.

Specifically a small light up ferris wheel with ceramic characters and a little couple on one of the moving carts in the wheel.

"Isn't it pretty?" you whisper just loud enough for sunghoon to hear as you crouch down to be at eye level with the object to carefully take in every detail and stroke of the decor.

Spotting his long finger reach for the object, sunghoon touches the little cart with the couple inside and let's out a soft chuckle, "Hmm, doesn't that look like us?"

Rolling your eyes at his small joke you can't help but hide the small smile growing on your face as you look at the figurines holding each other in the cart.

The stall owner was quick to notice you looking at the displace and switched on the plug and to your suprise, the ferris wheel lit up and started to slowly move and you were left in awe.

"It moves AND lights up, no way. This is beautiful." you say softly taking it all in.

Sunghoon beside you couldn't help but find your expressions and excitement to be adorable, you were like a kid in a candy store as your eyes would pop out with happiness at anything around the square.

"Let's walk around and see what else is around angel." he suggests as you nod before you both thank the stall owner and walk away with your hands linked.

Looking around more amongst the various crowds, you notice a long line of children hand in hand with their families waiting for their pictures with santa and a group of Christmas carolers performing as by passers left small donations in their box in front for the children's home.

Wrapping your arms around Sunghoon's arm tightly for the tinier bit of warmth you can't help but realise how despite how evidently cold it is, everyone seemed so happy being with their loved ones on this wonderful night.

"Oh there's an ice rink here, wanna go skating for a bit before heading home?" sunghoon asks looking over the few people skating around as Christmas music blasted through the speakers around the rink.

"Let's do it! If you leave me on the ice to show off at the centre again, I swear I'm leaving you and getting off the ice." you warn your boyfriend reminding him of the last time you both went ice skating.

Chuckling, Sunghoon raises his hands up surrendering as he nods at your statement making sure to adjust your white fluffy earmuffs covering your ears, "Okay okay, I won't, now let's go, I'll make sure to stay beside you the whole time love."

Sitting down on a nearby bench, Sunghoon goes over to grab you both a pair of skating boots as he knelt in front of you helping you put on your skates before making sure to secure the laces tightly not seeming to notice the light redness on your cheeks and ears as you blushed at his sweet gesture before doing the same for his own boots.

Reaching his hand out to yours, he intertwines your fingers with his and leads you both onto the ice as you both carefully slid on.

It was no secret you were no pro at ice skating unlike your boyfriend, but you'd went out ice skating enough with him to be comfortable on the ice but it was still a bit nerve wracking whenever you'd lose your balance and fall right on your bottom sometimes.

Holding both of your hands in his, Sunghoon skillfully yet cautiously skated backwards as he lead you both towards the centre making sure to maintain his eyes on you. Catching his eyes on you, you shy away and clear your throat looking down focusing on moving on the ice.

"We've been together for the past year and you still get shy whenever we make eye contact." he cheekily calls you out making you tsk.

"Why I can't help it when I have an insanely good looking boyfriend who makes me nervous." you blurt out without a second thought immediately regretting your choice of words already feeling Sunghoon's smile grow bigger.

"You think I'm good looking? I mean to be fair we've always know that, but insanely good looking, wow, well would you look at that." he responds raking a hand through his hair that had fallen over his face as you both moved around the ice at your own slow pace.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all, I just inflated your already overgrown ego." you retort turning the opposite direction to skate away from your boyfriend.

Gliding across the ice with ease, Sunghoon wrapped his arms around your waist as you felt his chest on your back and he laid his head on your shoulder still carefully skating with you.

"Big ego and all, you still love me~" he says as if stating the obvious (which he was but you didn't want to give him another ego booster).

"I'm so happy we get to spend today like this. Our first Christmas together officially." he says moving from his place behind you sliding with ease and stood in front of you.

Looking up at your boyfriend who had been towering above you, a sudden white flake lands on the tip of your nose and Sunghoon who noticed looks up as more snow continues falling from the sky.

"It's snowing, yay!" you say with more excitement clapping before cupping your hands as a few flakes land in your palms.

Looking up once again, you catch your boyfriend's gaze on yours and you couldn't help but think about how incredibly lucky you felt to be with someone like him. I mean you weren't lying when you said how insanely handsome he was but it never not left you amazed how ethereal Sunghoon really was all the time.

Slowly reaching for his dark brown hair which was now decorated with white little snow flakes, you brush a loose strand out of his face letting your warm hand rest on his cheek as he leans into your delicate touch.

Meeting your eyes, Sunghoon couldn't help but notice how your eyes were filled with nothing but love and warmth making his heart melt during this intimate moment.

Sunghoon's hand finds it's way over the one on his cheek as his other cold hand holds your contrastingly warmer hand in his. Leaning into you, his soft plump lips finally meet yours slowly moving in sync as you both shared a passionate kiss in the middle of the ice rink as the snow continued to fall gracefully from the sky.

Slowly pulling away, your eyes flutter open meeting Sunghoon's gaze as he places a gentle kiss to the back of your palm of the hand that had rested on his face

"Merry Christmas princess." he tells you as you feel your cheeks heat up for the nth time today at the newly profound nickname as he looks at you with nothing but adoration with his thumb brushing against your skin to try provide some warmth.

"Merry Christmas my prince."

Just when you thought Christmas couldn't get any better, what more could you have asked for.

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