Ilya never gets dementia. He worries about it, with his genetic predisposition and his frequent head injuries. But he never gets it.
His brother does.
His brother calls him, forgetting that Ilya went no-contact with him. Ilya's silent on the phone, listening to Alexei's wife softly explain it to him and take the phone.
He texts Ilya, asking when where he is. Asking who he's playing next game.
Ilya's been retired for over 20 years.
He knows Shane wants to say something, but he never does. He's just quietly supportive.
One day, it's Alexei's wife that calls him. She apologizes for calling. She tells him Alexei doesn't remember her anymore. Or their daughter. He only asks about Ilya and their parents. She offers to delete Ilya's number from his phone.
Ilya declines.
After that, he starts answering the phone. And talking.
Alexei asks where he is. Ilya tells him he's coming home soon. That seems to make Alexei happy.
Alexei asks who Ilya is playing. Ilya says Montreal. Alexei tells him to win or papa will be angry.
Alexei tells him mama made him soup. Ilya tells him that was his daughter. Alexei laughs, he doesn't have a daughter.
He doesn't remember how cruel he was to Ilya. He doesn't remember how much he loved drugs and drinking.
He was so much like Ilya's Alexei, before he started taking after their father. Before he let his anger at their mother consume him. Before he caught Ilya and Sasha and allowed his fear for his little brother to turn into anger and disgust.
One day Ilya offers his wife, Natalia, to have them visit. Their daughter has visited more than once, even stayed with them for a summer after high school. His and Shane's kids tried to teach her hockey.
Natalia regretfully tells him Alexei is not well enough to travel.
Ilya can't travel to them, not while he's married to Shane.
But their phone calls are enough.
About once a week, he gets to speak to a version of his brother than he had dearly missed. He gets to talk about his mama like she's still live, not dead for over 50 years. He gets to talk about the rink he and Alexei used to play hockey at. To talk about the stray cat he and Alexei once hid in their bedroom for a week.
He finds himself looking forward to the phone calls.
âCan I â?â Ilya asked. His meaning was clear as he stared at Shane's nipple.Â
âOf course,â Shane said, automatically; his body â his entire being â was as much Ilyaâs as it was his own. There was a certain absurdity in Ilya even feeling the need to ask. Yet he seemed to hesitate even still and Shane raised a hand to the top of Ilyaâs head, gently beckoning Ilya forward.
Breath flooded from Ilyaâs lips as if his lungs were being slowly squeezed and he fell forward, forehead tipping against Shaneâs sternum. Shane didnât shift awkwardly but the urge was there, itching at his palms and the backs of his thighs. He felt unsteady, like he didnât quite grasp something.
The way Ilya mouthed at his nipple was too shallow, rhythmic, and slow to really be erotic. Well, it was erotic, of course; in the way that any touch from Ilya was, inherently, to Shane. But there seemed to be no particular purpose. He just â sucked. Or, perhaps more aptly, Shane realised, with a bolt of hot, twisting confusion, suckled.
âThatâs good,â Shane said, voice cracking. It wasnât what he meant to say, because he hadnât meant to say anything, too worried the only thing that would come out would be a what the fuck. But Ilya moaned, leaning more heavily against Shane, hands fisting the hem of Shaneâs shirt, as he applied a little more pressure.
Ilyaâs fixation with Shaneâs pecs turns into something unexpected. 8k words, rated E, mommy kink. Link to AO3.
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"You left your tablet unlocked again." Choso's voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as he held the device between his fingertips like it might burn him. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, where I was elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing a pan that had seen better days. The late afternoon light caught the nervous flicker of his throat as he swallowed.
I turned, wiping suds off my forearm with the back of my hand. "Oh, shitâthanks." I reached for it, but he didnât let go right away. His grip tightened just enough for me to notice. Thatâs when I saw his expressionânot embarrassment, not annoyance, but something sharper, hotter. The kind of look that made my stomach drop in the best way.
The tablet screen was still litâa paused scene from one of my favorite smut fics, mid-paragraph, mid-sentence, mid-act. Choso's thumb hovered over the power button, but he didnât press it. Instead, his eyes flicked up to mine, dark and liquid with something unreadable. "I didnât mean to," he murmured, though the way his fingers tensed around the edges of the device said otherwise.
Water dripped from my hands onto the tile. Neither of us moved.
Then, in a voice so low I almost missed it: "Do you... like this?" He tilted the screen slightly, enough for me to see the exact passage heâd stopped onâa particularly vivid description of a man pinning his lover against a wall, one hand tangled in their hair, the otherâ
My face burned. "Itâs just fiction," I said, too quickly.
Choso exhaled through his nose, slow and deliberate, like he was counting seconds in his head. Then, without breaking eye contact, he swiped the screenâonce, twiceâuntil the passage disappeared into the ether. My pulse jumped at the loss. "It's not just fiction," he said, softer now, almost to himself. The tablet clicked onto the counter between us, abandoned. "Not if it's what you want."
The silence stretched, thick with the weight of something neither of us had named yet. I opened my mouthâto deflect, to laugh it offâbut Choso was already stepping closer, his socked feet silent on the tile. He stopped just short of touching me, close enough that I could smell the faint cedar of his shampoo, close enough that the heat of him prickled against my damp skin. His fingers flexed at his sides. "Tell me," he murmured. "Do you want it like that? Hard. Fast." A pause. "Orâ" His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Or do you want it slow? Until you forget your own name?"
My breath hitched. This wasnât the Choso who blushed when I kissed him in public, who folded laundry with military precision, who hummed off-key in the shower. This was something else. Something hungry.
Before I could answer, his hand roseânot to my hair, not to my waist, but to the curve of my jaw, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. "You donât have to say it," he whispered. "Iâll learn. Every page. Every word." His lips ghosted over my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. "Iâll be better."
Choso's hands trembled against my hips as he backed me toward the wall, his movements awkwardly rehearsedâlike heâd memorized the steps but not the rhythm. The paperback intensity of the scene in my fic dissolved into something far more human, more him: the way his breath hitched when our thighs brushed, the hesitant press of his palm against the small of my back, as if asking permission.
"Youâre supposed to be rougher," I whispered, but the words came out fond, not corrective. His fingers flexed against my waist, but instead of the possessive grip Iâd read about, he traced idle circles through the fabric of my shirt, his touch feather-light.
"I know," he murmured, forehead dipping to rest against mine. His nose bumped clumsily against my cheekâendearing, not erotic. "I justâ" A shaky exhale. "I donât want to hurt you."
The confession hung between us, unbearably tender. I could feel the effort in him, the way his muscles tensed as he fought against his own instincts to be gentle. His attempt at pinning my wrists above my head lasted all of three seconds before his grip loosened, his thumbs stroking apologetically over my pulse points.
A huff of laughter against my throat. "I practiced," he admitted.
His lips stilled against my pulse point when I tugged lightly at his hair. "Practiced?" I echoed, breathless. Choso pulled back just enough for me to see the flush creeping up his neckânot embarrassment, but determination. That look again, the one that curled heat low in my stomach. His fingers flexed against my hips.
"Not this," he admitted. His thumb brushed the hem of my shirt, tentative. "Something... slower." The words came out strained, like he was wrestling with them. "But I sawâ" A pause. His gaze flicked to the tablet, dark and abandoned on the counter. "There was another one. Where heâ" He swallowed hard. "Where he crawled for her."
The air between us shifted. My grip loosened in his hair, fingertips grazing the nape of his neck. "You want that?"
Choso's breath hitched. Not a nod, not a shakeâjust stillness, the kind that spoke louder than words. His eyelids fluttered shut for a heartbeat before he met my gaze again, raw and unguarded. "I just want to be good for you," he whispered.
The confession hung between us like a live wire. I could feel the tension coiled in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched against my hipsâlike he was already fighting the urge to drop to his knees right there in the kitchen. The thought sent a pulse of heat through me, but it was the look in his eyes that undid me completely: raw, vulnerable, wanting. Not just to please, but to belong.
Choso's breath was warm against my skin before his lips even touched meâclose enough that I could feel the slightest tremor in his exhale, the way his chest rose and fell unevenly. His fingers curled into the fabric of my shorts, not tugging, just holding on, like he needed the anchor. Then, so slowly it made my knees weak, he sank to the floor between my legs, his palms skimming up my thighs with a reverence that felt like worship.
The first kiss was tentativeâjust the barest brush of his mouth against the inside of my knee, soft as a question. The second was firmer, open-mouthed and damp, his tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive skin there. I gasped, fingers tangling instinctively in his hair, and felt him shudder in response. His grip tightened on my thighs, not enough to bruise, but enough that I could feel the faint bite of his nails through the fabric.
"Chosoâ" I started, but the name fractured into a moan as he dragged his teeth lightly over the same spot, nipping just shy of pain before soothing it with another lick. His hands slid higher, pushing my shorts up my legs with agonizing slowness, his thumbs brushing the crease where thigh met hip. Every touch was deliberate, practicedâlike he'd memorized the exact pressure I liked from some unseen script.
His lips moved higher, kissing a slow, wet path up the inside of my thigh, pausing every few inches to suck lightly at the skin. I could feel his breath hitch each time I tightened my fingers in his hair, each tiny noise I made telegraphing straight to the way his hands shook against me. When he reached the lace edge of my underwear, he paused, his forehead resting against my stomach, his breathing ragged.
He looked like he was fighting an internal battle as he forced himself to let go of me, already missing the contact. With shaking hands, he began undressing maintaining intense eye contact with me. He arched his back in hopes of looking more seductive for me, blush spreading over his cheeks. Once he was left in only his boxers, he twisted his nipples - back and forth - just like one of the men in one of the scenes in the book. It was kind of cute how he was so desperate to please me - even if it meant putting himself on display for me but it was sexy as fuck nonetheless.
The dark spot that situated in the middle of his light grey boxers began to spread. I guess he was enjoying this just as much as me. What a fucking whore.
Somehow, he must have heard the thought in my head as he let out a strangled whimper throwing his head back. âIâm such a fucking whore for you mommyyâ he cried in a whiny voice. I bit my lip at sight before me. Choso, on his knees exposed and pinching his own nipples for me? I was in heaven.
Just then, a light bulb went off in my head. It was risky but I couldnât help myself. I needed to see the extent of his submissiveness. How far he was willing to go.
Wearily, I stretched out my foot and placed it on his clothed cock. The size of it was practically pooling out of the fabric . You could see the shape of his juicy balls through the material. âMommy..â
âShhh baby..â I smirked âMommyâs playing with your dickâ. He moaned at those lewd words, not making any move to stop me. I used my toes to play with the dark luscious curls right above his dick - teasing.
"Please," Choso gasped, his voice cracking halfway through the word. His legs were spread just wide enough for my foot to slide between them, the arch pressing firm against the length of his cock through his sweatpants. I wiggled my toes, relishing the way his breath hitched, the way his hips jerked helplessly into the touch.
Using my hands I tugged his boxers low enough for his dick to spring out! Boinggg!! I used my foot to slap it against his stomach, taking delight in the way his face scrunched up in pleasure.
Slowly, I pulled my foot away, watching the confusion flicker across his face before it settled into something like panic. "W-waitâ" Choso stammered, his voice raw, his hands hovering like he wanted to reach for me but didnât dare. "Did Iâdid I do something wrong?"
I shook my head, curling my toes idly in the air between you. "No," i murmured, your voice softer now. "Just realized I want something else." I let my foot drift closer to his face, brushing the tips of my toes against his parted lips. "Suck."
Choso's breath hitched, his dark eyes wideningânot in refusal, but in something closer to awe. His tongue darted out instinctively, wetting his lips before he hesitated, his gaze flicking up to mine for permission. I nodded, and with a shaky exhale, he leaned forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the pad of me foot. His lips were warm, softer than youâd expected, and when his tongue curled around my big toe, I couldnât suppress the shiver that ran down my spine.
"Good boy," I breathed, and the way his cock twitched against his thigh at the praise was almost as satisfying as the heat of his mouth. He took my toe deeper, his tongue swirling lazily, his lips sealing around you like he was savoring the taste. His lashes fluttered shut, his shoulders relaxing into the motion like this was exactly where he belongedâon his knees for you, in every way that mattered.
You had already read books where the male leads would go through any and all lengths just to please the love of their lives. You have the real life version on his knees right in front of you sucking greedily on your toes just because you had asked him too. You made a mental note to recreate any spicy scenes that even slightly turns you on knowing fully well Choso would abide to your every whim and would never disappoint.
F!ngering Gojo for the first time and watching him lose it.
(Iâm Hispanic, I said what I said)
Satoru and you had been dating a few years now, so, itâs safe to say you guys were just about ready to finally do it now that you were both 23. After all, youâd been talking about doing it for a bit, no strangers to phone sex when he was away on missions. It was just a matter of finding the right time.
That, and a matter of preparing properly.
You and Satoru didnât want to just do everything all at once, that felt way too jarring. What if you couldnât get to the real thing because he took too long to open? So far whenever you guys jerked off over the phone, it was just that, jerking off. Satoru had never even fingered himself before, and any other intimacy you both had was either frotting or blowjobs.
So, you both planned it as a process, and today was the day youâd finger him for the first time.
You were both laid on your bed, side by side with your hand in his pants as you made out. You wanted to get more hot and heavy before starting, it wouldâve felt too sterile otherwise. He was moaning against your lips already, never being one to hide his voice.
Your hand was slowly moving up and down his length, moving at an easy tempo to get started, and he was already humping at your palm desperately. He seemed even more turned on than youâd ever seen him, all due to the aspect that youâd be inside him today (technically).
âMm, babyâŚâ he moans against your lips, pulling back from the kiss first. âLetâs start, ok..?â He pleads, fingers picking at the fabric of your shirt to fidget with, coping with his anxiety at this next step in your relationship.
So, at his request, you pulled your hands out of his pants (causing him to whine despite the fact heâd asked for it) and sat up to reach for the lube on your nightstand.
It was only a few seconds that you were turned away but not having you right against him made him so nervous. He was facing the realization of what was happening in those split seconds.
He was worried about the pain, mostly, but he was also just thinking over the changes this would bring. You and him were about to become even closer, literally. This was the bridge to you guys actually making love for the first time, it was so close now.
After what felt like forever, you finally turned back to him, lube in hand. He watched as the viscous liquid dripped down onto your fingertips, coating them as you thumbed the liquid between each digit. God, were your hands always so hot? Was his chest always this tight? Has he been this hard the whole time?
You then finally looked up from the bottle toward him. God, you were so beautiful. You should look at him like that more.
âCan you slip out of your pants for me, baby?â You smiled to him. Ugh, he loved that smile so much. âBaby?â Oh- right. You told him to do something.
Satoru blinked himself out of whatever trance he was in, moving to quickly push his sweatpants down his legs. You couldnât help but smile at him like he was the sweetest thing youâd ever seen. Only you got to see him like this, fumbling over himself and being so in love.
With toned legsâ nearly as pale as marble ânow exposed, you shifted back closer to him, chest to chest again. You curled an arm over his shoulders, letting your bicep be used as a pillow so he could get comfortable. Your free, and newly lubed up, hand then moved to snake between his legs. No underwear, such a good boy.
Satoruâs breath hitched when he felt your lubed-up finger circling his rim, coating the lube around it. The feeling was so foreign, so weird, but so welcomed. You could hear him whimpering in anticipation, unable to keep quiet even whilst biting down on his lips.
âGonna put it in, ok? Just try to relax.â You whispered comfortingly into his ear, waiting for any form of response from him before going further. So, when Satoru nodded with some cute whimpers to accompany it, you slowly pushed in your middle finger.
His whimpers soon turned to whines. You could see him trying to stay strong, eyes widening slightly as he watched your finger slowly disappear into him. He could hardly believe it was really happening, feeling every centimeter of your finger push further and further into him.
It wasnât super comfortable but it wasnât as bad as he was expecting. He was expecting this searing burn based on how some guys explained it, but it was more subtle than that. He could feel his breathing getting heavier and didnât want his arousal to fall so he started stroking himself to ease it. The pleasure blurring the stretch.
At some point he found his face tucked into your neck, whimpering as you were now a knuckle deep as just letting your finger still. âYou ok?â You whispered against his soft head of hair, to which he murmured back a small âYeahâ against your pulse point.
It took a while, maybe 20 minutes later, but you were finally two fingers deep and he was nearly panting against your shoulder by now. You wouldnât go adding any other fingers, but now was finally the point where it would get good.
âSatoru,â you called for his attention, prompting him to peek out from your shoulder and look to you. You couldnât help but smile at him softly, he looked so cute with those furrowed brows and glossy sky-blue eyes. Heâd likely been fighting back tears for a bit.
âIâm gonna get it going, ok? Let me know if you need me to stop.â You spoke softly, yet again waiting for a sign of acknowledgement before carrying on. He nodded yet again before mumbling. âGo easyâŚâ as he peeled his hand away from his length, allowing himself to embrace whatever pleasure came of this.
You went slow at first, of course, just careful pulling your fingers out by an inch before slowly pressing back in. That elicited some shaky breaths, his now-unoccupied hand finding your shoulder. You let him get used to the pace, waiting until you heard his breathing steady a bit so you knew he could take more. Then you pulled out to your fingertips, almost making him whine with the loss before easily pushing back in, pushing a soft, shaky moan out of him.
You looked to him, the two of you making eye contact. He could understand what you were saying without a single word uttered. He knew you were about to crank up the heat, and he smiled to you with a breathless chuckle before cupping your nape and pulling you into a dance of tongues.
You then began properly thrusting your fingers in and out of him, doing so at a decent pace for a while until you heard whines and whimpers turn into real moans. That really egged you on.
You sped up your fingers, involving your whole arm far more by now. He gasped into your kiss, pulling away to catch his breath for a second and watch your fingers work at him before turning back to you and kissing you all over again.
He was moaning desperately into your mouth by now, ranging from low, hungry ones to high, needy ones. Youâd never heard Satoru like this except when he was close to cumming but there was no way he was getting close yet, right? He usually lasted so much longer.
His walls were so tight around your fingers, either sucking them deeper or threatening to break them if they dared to leave. You could even feel Satoru rolling his hips, fucking himself back onto your fingers. Clearly he needed more, so you obliged.
Your hand moved faster, fucking in and out of him to test how he liked it. If Satoruâs squealing told you anything it was that he definitely liked it. His hips were reduced to twitching now, unsure of where to go now that the pleasure was being brought right to his backdoor. You could feel his panting against your lips. He sounded like he couldnât choose between moaning, breathing, or kissing.
âHah.. hhh- ahhahahh..â
You took a second to slow down for your handâs sake but also so you could dig a little deeper, searching for that mythical treasure so many pornos spoke of. The one that could make Satoru see more stars than what existed in his domain.
Suddenly your fingers made contact with a small bud, and before you could even be curious about it Satoru confirmed what it was.
âA-ah! Fuck- ah fuuhhuck..â he threw his head back as he moaned before immediately curling back in on himself.
Fuck, he sounded so hot. You captured his lips once again, causing him to whine as you overwhelmed him. Your fingers hadnât stopped moving either which didnât help him to stabilize his breathing.
Now that you knew where that special bundle of nerves was, how could you not abuse it for the sake of sending your angel to cloud nine?
Your hand was moving in an out of him at that perfect pace you now knew he loved, doing your best to hit at that spot with only a slight wavering in your aim. Satoruâs legs began shaking, his back arching. He moved the hand that had been digging into your shoulder to your chest, gripping at the flesh of your peck through your shirt desperately.
He suddenly started hitting at your chest, not harshly but almost like tapping out of a fight. You knew what that meant and you didnât stop, he was getting close. He always tried to run away from his own ecstasy, especially with this new foreign source.
When you didnât let up he broke the kiss, crying out your name. âY/N! Y/N-!â
His voice broke as he pushed at your chest, trying to squirm away from you. Your arm over his shoulder then snaked behind his back, hand cupping his side to hold him down as he tried to sit up, as if heâd ever want to run away from this.
âLittle more, baby.â You cooed, holding him back down onto your bed. You looked down at his face now that you had him stilled, and he was so fucking pretty. His eyebrows furrowed and twisted up, eyes closed so tightly it almost looked painful, nose scrunched up so prettily. You could even see some tears wetting his white lashes.
âAh- ah- ah- ah-!â It was like he was moaning with every thrust, body rocking up and down with the force, causing your bed to creak. His knees then suddenly lifted, calves flush to his thighs as they nearly pressed to his chest. His back arched all over again, upper back sort of crushing your forearm but you could withstand it.
His eyes shot wide open like he could believe the pleasure flooding his own body. He was in disbelief at how good it felt. He saw the porn and read some online posts about it but nobody ever said it felt like this! His thighs closed tightly around your wrist, meeting with a clap as the two masses of muscle squeezed at your hand.
He then shot up again, trying to sit up as his wide eyes stayed fixated on your hand fucking in and out, and in and out now that his thighs opened back up only seconds later. He was about to push himself up and close his legs again but you moved that hand from his side down to the back of his thigh, forcing his leg open and pressed back onto his ribs.
âY/N! Y/N!â He cried out again as you yanked him back onto the bed, his legs flying up from the force, his ass almost lifted as well before being forced right back down by the force of your fingers in him alone. Holy shit- he couldnât do this. It was too much!
His body was just scrambling for purchase now, his abdomen coiling almost painfully as pleasure filled his every nerve. Oh, he knew this feeling well but it was so much more than it ever was this time. He was basically screaming by now, crying out in broken, open-mouthed moans as he gave up on calling out for you.
His body was so hot, his chest was so tight, all of his limbs felt absolutely electrified. Fuck, he was gonna die. He was gonna die. This was too much. How could just your hand inside him do this? How the hell? It was so good, so so good he couldnât stay still.
With one last loud cry his head shot back again, his upper body twisting so he could hug your head to his chest, back arching into you one last time before he came all over his now-wrinkled shirt. Each white rope almost came out in quick spurts, like his body was just eager to force whatever he could out after all that. Emptying every bit of what heâd just felt.
The relief was so fucking good. You hand fucking him through it before gradually slowing as his nerves dulled out to soft hums of the pleasure that once lit them up. His back fell flat onto the mattress again as he panted, chest rising and flaking rapidly but gradually easing. He could even feel the ache in his heart ceasing after a while.
He stayed still like that for a while, head tilted back into your pillow, arm wrapped around you, legs limply open. He was so at peace now that his body calmed down. Fuuuck, maybe he had died. There was nothing he could imagine that could ever make his body feel this light.
After however long (he couldnât really tell) you kissed at his open and easy-access throat, soft kisses to ground him back to reality. He almost wanted to swat you away like you were waking him up from one hell of a good dream, but then he remembered he wasnât in heaven, just sweating on your bed with his own cum drying on his shirt.
He took a deep breath and sighed blissful like he just took the best drink of water heâd ever had. He slowly brought his head back down to face you, looking into your eyes with his own foggy, half-lidded ones. His eyelashes were damp with tears that sat there and never left, only soaking his waterline. His lips were glossy with your mixed saliva but such a pretty pink, plumped slightly due to the bruising kisses.
âHeyâŚâ you whispered softly, allowing your words to register and ground him. Once they processed, a slow, cute smile grew onto his face. âHeyâŚâ he replied.
After a while of just looking at each other you finally leaned in to kiss again, a soft, wholesome one compared to your earlier makeouts.
Whilst kissing you, he began to think.
If it felt that good to get fingered, how the hell was your dick gonna feel?
Shout out @hardlyhinged's post for getting me hooked on this hollanov dynamic:
Ilya's fucking Shane so slow, so sweet, absolutely showering him with praise and kisses, just nonstop approval till Shane is absolutely melted into the mattress, sooo boneless and relaxed, his orgasm rolling over him like a wave rushing onto the shore,,
But then Ilya just. Doesn't. Stop.
Shane, so overstimulated he's sobbing, great hiccuping sobs that make his sweaty chest heave, snot and drool dripping down his chin, thrashing in the sheets while he begs Ilya to Pleasepleaseplease stop Ilya please he can't take it anymore he can't he can't and Ilya ignores Shane's pleading and just keeps grinding into Shane's fucked loose hole at the same steady, relentless pace while he baby talks Shane in the same cooing tone he's used from the start of this torture: Now what's all this fuss about, hm? Why all these tears, dorogoy? Can you tell me what's wrong, baby? Use your words. Oh I know! You need more, my greedy slut. Don't worry, malysh, you know I'll always give you what you want. No no sweetheart, you deserve it! You deserve to be rewarded for being so good, so perfect for me, you deserve to come again and again on this cock you love so much. Now stay still and take it for me, moya lyubov. Ah ah that's it there we go just like that~
Ok but headcanon that Shane is one of those people who will just write âLove, Shaneâ at the bottom of a card UNTIL he feels comfortable being vulnerable with that person, at which point he writes the most heartbreakingly sweet and earnest notes
And no one is ever ready for the switch, and even after it happens they can never fully prepare themselves for what theyâre going to get. Shane has learned that when heâs going to do that he should take them aside to give them the card rather than in front of people
Once Shane feels comfortable with Hayden as a genuinely good friend in his birthday card that year he writes out a whole thing about how heâs always wanted a best friend like other kids had but never had one and had accepted he never would, and then Hayden came into his life and gave him a level of love and friendship he never thought he would get and he loves everything about Hayden and canât wait to be by his side as friends and brothers for the rest of their lives. Hayden fully breaks down and loses it, Jackie notices theyâve been gone a while and walks into the kitchen to see Hayden hugging Shane and sobbing into his shoulder. She raises her eyebrows at Shane and Shane just gives her the OK sign and goes back to rubbing Haydenâs back
Ilya learns about the card thing when itâs yunas birthday and he notices her opening Shaneâs card like sheâs deactivating a bomb. She stares silently as she reads it and Ilya starts freaking out a little when she starts to tear up and then pulls Shane in for a long silent hug. He looks at it later and sees that Shane wrote about how the last year made him realize over again how lucky he is to have someone as strong and supportive as her as a mother and he hopes to one day be half the parent to his own kids as she was to him
When itâs their first time having Ilyaâs birthday together heâs legitimately nervous because this is his first Shane Card and he doesnât know what to expect and part of him is afraid heâs built it up too much in his head and Shane wonât have as nice things to say as he did with other people. And then he opens the envelope and thereâs no card but instead multiple pieces of paper because Shane couldnât fit it all into a limited space. Ilya spends the better part of the next hour walking around the house reading it, taking breaks occasionally to cry or hyperventilate before going back to reading it because holy shit does Shane Hollander love him. Like he knew logically that Shane did but now heâs got pages and pages of Shane walking him through his feelings over the last decade of their life and every moment he remembered and cherished. Shane finally catches up to him and heâs on the floor of the kitchen, face a splotchy red mess, chugging Gatorade because heâs dehydrated from crying
David texts later to ask how his first Shane Card was and he just sends a wall of crying emojis and David is like âLOL yup, the first Fatherâs Day he did that for me I had to take the week off work or else I would remember it and cry in my officeâ
Anya had had a long, happy life. She knew she would from the moment Ilya first picked her up in his arms. When the time had come to say goodbye, Anya went to sleep looking into the eyes of all her favorite people in the world. She felt their hands caressing her fur with love, heard hushed voices enveloping her in a cloud of peace, and she thought, "this isn't the last time we'll see each other". She didn't need to make a promise about looking after them for the rest of their time, because Anya had made that vow a long time back.
She didn't waste a second. The day after they parted, Anya watched as Shane and Ilya sat on the couch, her little sister laying on the pillow Anya loved to cuddle.
"I didn't want Anya to go away yet," the little one sniffled.
Ilya looked up trying not to cry.
"I know, honey," Shane said softly, running a hand through curly, jet black hair. "She didn't want to either, but she was really old, and her body was having trouble keeping up with her energy."
That was true, Anya thought. By the end, she couldn't even go on walks anymore, and she hadn't been able to carry her sister on her back for a few years. She just wished they weren't all so sad, Anya was right here! There must be a way to show them!
"She lived a really amazing life with you, solnyshko. Your dad and I thought she was always the happiest dog, but we got to know a completely new side of Anya when you arrived."
"Really?"
"Really."
Anya watched as her little sister sat in silence for a moment, patting her hands onto Anya's pillow.
"I'm going to miss her, daddy," she cried, launching herself onto Shane's lap. "I will never forget her."
Shane and Ilya shared a look between them, their wobbly lips and shiny eyes breaking Anya's heart.
"We won't forget her either, baby," Shane said, and at the sound of his broken voice her sister looked up.
She put both of her hands on Shane's cheeks, pouting.
"Don't be sad, daddy. I cry because I'm little. Tomorrow I will be brave."
Shane and Ilya laughed, softly squishing her between them.
"You are brave, solnyshko. I know Anya is looking down now, so proud of you for wanting to be better. But I'm sure she thinks you are already perfect," Ilya told her.
Yes!
"That is right," Anya thought. "I will make sure to let them know when we meet again", she promised to herself, rolling around the greenest and softest grass she had ever walked on.
Tbh I would like to hear more about that omega verse brooding chickens please
Omega Shane Hollander (+ Luca and reader)Â
RamblesÂ
The Heated Rivalry brainrot is still going. I tried acupuncture today for my anxiety and depression, and I canât tell if it helped yet, but it was weird. Howâs everyone doing?Â
Can be read as romantic or platonic tbh.
Okay, so. Imagine that Shane has suppressed a lot of his more âomegaâ behavior, since he can only assume the NHL would be less omega friendly. Like, sure, omegas can technically play, but thereâs gotta be sexism and some really nasty chirping that isnât punished. All that jazz.Â
Then he gets outed for dating Ilya, and joins the Centaurs, where the culture is completely different. It still takes a lot, but little by little Shane is able to embrace these parts of himself and let himself be.Â
Now, imagine being the team rookie alongside Luca, maybe you guys were even drafted at the same time, so you both count as ârookiesâ. You two are similar in some way but different in others, like how Luca had Ilya posters, you had Shane posters. Â
You two like to hang out and nest together, playing video games, eating junk, and play wrestling. You'll show up to practice covered in nips and claw marks you guys left on each other, because you both are still younger, and on a team where you get to act more like your designations.Â
Anyways. Now, imagine Shane starts to act more like a pack omega with you two, because youâre younger and âinexperiencedâ. It doesnât help that the entire time jokes about you and Luca being the Hollanov pups, even referring to Ilya as papa and Shane and mama.Â
When Shane starts to act a little more feral, you honestly just feel happy that he feels safe to do so. And well, Shaneâs been to you what Ilya was so Luca so, how could you turn him away when Shane starts grooming your hair after practice.Â
It's not unusual for Omegaâs to use their tongue on pups, or packmates, and you just feel all gooey about it, so you start making soft purrs/rumbles of your own as Shane starts to croon.Â
You donât see how big his pupils become, or notice how he starts kneading at your back as he just kinda, crowds around you. He starts doing it to Luca too.Â
It becomes a bit of a running joke with the team, and it makes the pup jokes skyrocket. Ilya even plays along by doing âpapa alphaâ activities with you both, like jokingly âguidingâ you two on the ice, or scenting you both more than the rest of the team.Â
Which just triggers Shaneâs suppressed instincts even more, and he starts nipping and snuffling at you both, as well as hovering more and getting very protective on the ice, because you and Luca are âhis pupsâ and all that.Â
Now, imagine the team has to stay at a hotel for the night, maybe two or three days even. Shane starts nesting immediately, squirreling away clothes from every member of the team and Centaurs pack.Â
Ilya is just happy to see Shane go about it without shame, so much that he doesnât notice the more... greedy and cloudy look in Shaneâs eyes.Â
Luca and you donât question it much when Shane shows up at your shared room, because of course you guys share a room. Instead, you two bring along some blankets and clothes, assuming Shane wants you to bring it to his nest.Â
And he does, but to your shared surprise he starts gently herding you two into the nest. It's truly an honor, to get to share a nest with THE Shane Hollander, but youâre both also grown men. Younger grown men, but grown nonetheless.Â
It's kinda weird when Shane just... crowds you to into the middle of his nest and curls around/on top of you and Luca. But then he starts purring, chirping and scenting you two so much you both get a little scent drunk.Â
All the stress and pressure of having to play professional sport only makes you two a lot more receptive to it, because love and care so intense from a trusted omega really is like a drug.Â
The rest of the team donât notice for a while, until they want to go out for the night, to party or drink, or whatever they get up to. Â
Neither Luca, you nor Shane answer any texts. Someone from the team goes to check your room, whilst Ilya checks the room he shares with Shane.Â
Only to be smacked with a wall of thick heady omega scent. It's not the usual kind that makes Ilyaâs fangs itch and his knot throb. Instead, it feels all gooey, warm and protective.Â
Obviously, Ilya canât help but laugh at the sight of Shane curled around you and Luca. Lucaâs hair is sticking in all directions from Shaneâs grooming, and Ilya must have caught Shane in the middle of grooming yours, since his tongue is sticking out and you look a little less wild.Â
Ilya walks closer to talk, maybe coax you three out of bed, but imagine his surprise when Shane lowers himself and starts hissing, making crowing noises and growls at the back of his throat. At the same time heâs crowding and covering Luca and you with his body.Â
Broody omegas isnât a very talked about subject since most people arenât as suppressed as Shane, and with a new team where he can be himself, and two âpupsâ to care for.Â
I honestly think Ilya finds it hilarious, even taking pics or videos to send to the groupchat, that he canât come cuz his omega is âwarming the pupsâ. Â
Have you guys seen that tiktok with the broody chicken, where the owner is like âyou canât have 11 babies, I wonât allow itâ and the chicken gets mad. Thatâs Shane.Â
It takes a lot of coaxing, but Ilya gets allowed into the nest as long as heâs âwarmingâ one of the pups as Shane goes back to his omega âdutiesâ. Aka, messing your hair up with his tongue as he rubs his scent all over you.Â
Ilya takes so many pictures. He's both turned on, but also so gooey and in love. Shane starts purring even louder when Ilya adds his own scent to all the scenting Shane has done.Â
And you and Luca? You two are so scent drunk you think youâre seeing sound and hearing colors. Luca has the munchies. Ilya cracks a joke about Shane breastfeeding the âpupsâ, and well... some part of your brain wouldnât mind...Â
I like to think Shane just has his moments, but after some work and whatnot, itâs not as intense unless heâs very stressed, or one you the âpupsâ got very hurt during games.Â
Lol, imagine Shane nesting in the tour bus, and somebody from the team posts a pic of you and Luca curled up on the seats with Shane splooting on top so he can âwarm his pupsâ, glaring at the camera like a super angry broody chicken.Â
a/n: Left Naoya out because there was nothing comforting about his part lmao but if someone does want a naoya part let me know
Geto Suguru
''Fuck yeah, th-that's it, baby...'' you moaned, reaching in-between the both of you to play with your clit, helping get to the edge even faster than you already were. Your boyfriend knew how to use his hips to drill into you, slamming against your g-spot with every thrust. And suddenly, you were jealous. Jealous at any girl who he had in bed before.
''I'm g-going to-'' You shrieked, wrapping your arms around him as your orgasm washed over you in waves. Sparks of electricity running down your back as you did, arching off the bed before you plumped back into it.
You let out a content sigh when your boyfriend pulled out before you pulled him into a kiss, telling you how much you loved him. He smiled, telling you he loved you before telling you he had to take care of something. Before you could say anything, ask him what he had to take care of, he was out of the room.
You frowned to yourself. Maybe he was hungry? You shrugged it off and walked over to your closet to get your strap ready. The both of you were far from done for tonight. But when he didn't show up, you took it upon yourself to check on him. He was not in the kitchen, so your theory of him being hungry seemed to be false.
Suddenly, you could hear the shower running. So you knocked on the bathroom door, trying to get his attention. Usually, you'd just barge in. That's how the two of you were. But if he wanted you to know what he was doing, he would have told you from the start.
You knocked once again, calling out his name. "Are you okay?"
He was hesitant. What you didn't know was that he was letting the shower run, the water dripping down his body, hair in a bun because he didn't need the stress of getting it wet right now, staring at a photo of you while pumping his dick in his hand.
''Y-Yeah.'' He muttered, trying to hold back a groan.
You didn't question it. ''Will you come back to bed with me? My strap misses you, you know?'' He could hear the smirk in your voice and his eyes widened. Turning off the water, he stepped out of the shower hurriedly, grabbing his towel to dry himself up.
''I thought we were done.'' Came from the other side of the door.
You were confused. ''Done doing what?''
''Having sex?'' He answered hesitantly, trying to get out of the bathroom as fast as possible. "You came, so I thought-"
It was quiet on your end of the door. Great, he thought to himself. Now he looked like a total idiot who had no idea how the world worked. You'd definitely think he was a weirdo.
But then, you spoke. ''I'll just pretend I didn't hear that. Now come to bed.''
He opened the door and there you stood. No frown, no judgemental gaze, just you looking quite worried. Then you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist. ''Obviously I'm going to take care of my princess.''
Before he could say anything, you grabbed his hand teasingly, leading him back to the bedroom. Then a thought came to your mind. What uf he was in there because he did not want to continue? Why did that not cross your mind?
As soon as you stepped foot into your room, you turned around, facing him. ''We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.''
''It's not that.'' He muttered, laughing the awkwardness off nervously. ''My ex never cared whether I came or not.'' He mumbled. ''So if I didn't manage to come during sex I... Wouldn't.''
You nodded, thinking about what to say next. Something that'd convey your feelings the best way possible. He had been vulnerable with him, so you wanted to make him feel safe with you.
''Not around here, partner. I'm turning you into a cum-fountain if I have to.'' He giggled as you dragged him to the bed, making him sit down at the edge. ''Baby, you have to tell me about stuff like this.'' You reached out to cup his cheek, thumb grazing his soft skin as he leaned into the touch. ''You don't have to walk on eggshells around me.'' You muttered.
''I know. I'm sorry.''
''Don't apologise.'' You pushed him back, making sure his back was resting against the bed, before you pushed his legs up to his chest. ''Let me apologise to you.''
Gojo Satoru
''Right there!'' He meweld, throwing his head back against the pillow propping him up. He was so needy, so desperate, and so close to coming all over himself. Creaming on your strap and losing his mind. You had his legs pinned to his chest, making sure you could reach the deepest spot inside him. Eyes rolling back in his head, he tried not to lose himself completely. He really wanted to cuddle with you after this and help you clean up like the good boy he was. So he couldn't pass out yet.
And then, you raised your hand. His eyes widened and with one swift movement he was out of your grip and off the bed. He plumped down on the floor, legs shaking whether out of fear or pleasure, you had no idea. You hadn't even processed what just happened.
His heart was beating fast, threatening to beat out of his chest. His breath hitched and he looked as terrified as he could possibly be. Now you were worried.
''Are you okay? What was that?''
He took a few deep breaths and you let him. Staying in place in order not to frighten him even more. ''I panicked, I'm sorry.'' He whispered as his breathing slowed and he calmed down. ''Are you mad?''
''Is there something I should be mad about?''
''I don't want you to be mad.''
''Mad at what?'' You frowned.
He sighed, burying his face into the palm of his hands. ''I dodged your slap.'' He muttered, peeking throw his fingers.
''I wasn't trying to slap you, I was trying to cup your cheek ...''
His hands fell into his lap, and his eyes widened. Now, you moved from the bed and got onto the floor with him. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you into his lap, chin resting on your shoulder. ''I'm sorry.''
''Did your ex hit you?'' You asked hesitantly, ''and don't apologise.'' You whispered, fingers tangled in his soft hair.
''Y-Yeah.'' He muttered, pulling you even closer.
''You don't have to worry about such things with me. I'd never hit you.'' You whispered, petting his head a little. Calming him down. Calming his nerves. ''Unless you want me to.'' You started pressing soft kisses to his neck, which made him giggle.
''Don't go too hard please.''
Choso Kamo
You smiled at him, sitting in his lap with his hands resting at his sides, stiffly. He was nervous, you could tell. But that was nothing abnormal for your boyfriend. When he asked you if he could touch you, looking up at you with those pretty eyes, you wanted to devour him right there. Eat him up and have him live in your belly so that he would always be close to you.
''Of course, Cho.'' His face turned beet red, and he grabbed your hips nervously, hands shaking as his fingers dug into your hips while you were grinding them against his crutch. And he was so hard. So hard you felt like he'd be bursting out of his pants at any given moment.
You kissed him softly, and he loved your kisses. He loved when you kissed his forehead. He loved when you kissed his cheeks. He loved when you pressed soft kisses to his nose. He loved when you pressed loving kisses to his lips.
And then you went further, trailing kisses down his chin, reaching his neck, leaving marks in your wake. He gasped, breath hitching, dick twitching in his pants as you peppered kisses to the side of his neck. ''My pretty Cho...'' you whispered, licking a strip from his neck to his earlobe, making him whimper.
Then, you got off his lap, getting on your knees right in between his legs, pressing kisses to his thighs. And as sensitive as he was, his pants did nothing to lower the sensation he was feeling. Without taking your eyes off him, you reached for his crotch, unzipping his pants, finding a wet spot in his boxers.
He was so freaking cute. Adorable.
You brushed over the wet spot with one of your fingers, making him squeeze his eyes shut, thighs trembling. When you were just about to pull down his boxers, he pushed your hands away softly, standing up abruptly. With that, he was gone.
''Where are you going?'' You asked, trying to figure out what was going on.
''B-Bathroom!'' With that, he closed the bathroom door, making sure to lock it behind him. Splashing some cold water in his face, he tried to take deep breaths. But nothing seemed to help. He couldn't calm down. That's until he heard your voice.
''Baby?'' You spoke gently. ''Are you okay? Wanna tell me why you're in there?''
As his breathing calmed down, he slumped onto the floor, wrapping his arms around himself. ''You'll be mad at me...''
You frowned. ''Why would I be mad at you going to the bathroom?''
He didn't answer. You let him take his time to tell you what was going on.
''I'm scared.''
You gasped. ''Baby, I'm so sorry. Was I going too fast? We don't have to do anything you're not ready for.'' Taking a deep breath, you continued. ''I want you to feel comfortable with me, Cho.''
He sighed, burying his face in his hands. He knew you wanted him to feel safe with you. And he did. Additionally, he mentioned that he wants to take things further with you. But he was scared.
''I just froze. It was so fast.''
''That's not a problem, baby. We can just cuddle.''
Then he went quiet again. You could hear him fiddling with the doorknob. Opening the door, he stepped right into your arms, wrapping his arms around your waist. All while burying his face into your neck. ''Really?''
You frowned, pulling back, making sure he was looking at you. Raising your hands, you cupped his face softly. ''Of course.'' Before pressing soft kisses to the corner of his mouth.
''Oh,'' he mumbled, leaning into your touch. ''My ex used to be rough... And she wouldn't listen to me.''
''Sounds like you've got a horrible taste in women.'' You snickered, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. ''Sorry, I'm trying to make you laugh.''
''My taste in women isn't that bad.'' He giggled, pressing a soft kiss to your hand. ''I'm with you.''
Nanami Kento
''Do you like that?'' You leaned down, smiling into his face. ''Who would have thought my Kenny was secretly a slut?'' Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and he sprang up, saying your safe word. You got off him immediately, eyes wide as you rubbed his back. ''A-Are you okay?''
He took a few deep breaths, face buried into his hands, telling you he just needed a moment. So you nodded, rubbing his back soothingly. When he couldn't seem to calm down, he got off the bed and started putting on some clothes.
''Would you be fine with me stepping out for a bit?" He grabbed his jacket and his keys, rubbing his forehead. ''I need a breather.''
You stood at the doorway of your room, nodding in understanding. Of course, it'd be okay for him to step out. He could take as much time as he needed for himself. "Take your time, baby.'' You muttered, cupping his cheek with one hand.
And when he thanked you, leaning into your touch subconsciously, you told him that there was no need to thank you for that. If he needed some time to himself, who were you to stop him? Your job was to support him, not break him down.
Not long after he had stepped out, he called you. You smiled when you picked up the phone. You loved that even when he needed some space, when he wanted to clear his mind, he wanted you near. When you picked up, it was silent on the other end. That's until you heard him take a deep breath.
''Do you want to talk about it?''
He hesitated. ''Um, yes.'' Another deep breath. ''So...''
''So?'' You whispered softly, not wanting to push him.
''You know how I told you, you could wrap your hands around my neck?'' You nodded to yourself, telling him you remembered. Just minutes before he had stepped out, you were riding him. Whispering sweet words of affirmation into his ears, pressing teasing kisses down his neck, telling him how well behaved he was for keeping his hands on the bed.
One of your hands stayed resting on his chest, while the other cupped his cheek. Suddenly, he did grab your hand, not to defy you, but to wrap your hand around his neck.
''I h-had flashbacks.''
''Of what?''
He took another deep breath. You could tell that talking about this wasn't easy for him. Understandably, he had never told anyone about this before. Nanami was the type of guy to keep everything to himself since he wanted to be your safe place, which is why you cherished these types of moments.
''My ex,'' he started. ''She was very rough.'' Chuckling to himself, he continued. ''She choked me until I passed out a few times.''
You gasped in utter disbelief. How could anyone do something like that to a person they supposedly loved? Without consent? ''Pardon my French,'' you tried not to say anything vulgar. ''But what the fuck was her problem?'' He stayed silent. ''You know I'd never do that to you, right? I'm so-''
He cut you off before you could even think about finishing the sentence. ''Don't apologise, sweetheart. I know you wouldn't.'' A sigh could be heard on his end. ''I just panicked.''
''And that's totally fine, baby.'' After telling you he was on his way back and just around the corner you suggested some cuddles. You wanted to comfort him, make him feel good. And how could he say no to some snuggles with his perfect partner?
Higuruma Hiromi
''Is this okay?'' You whispered, pressing soft kisses to his neck. Your boyfriend was hovering over you with your arms draped around his neck.
''Y-Yeah...'' he breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut. He was so cute trying not to let a few kisses get to him. When one of your hands wandered down his body, he froze, tensed up visibly, and you noticed, stopping immediately.
''Are you okay, Hiro?'' You cupped his face, making sure he knew you could talk to him.
''I'm f-fine-''
''Don't lie to me.'' You pushed him off you gently, making him sit down next to you. You rested the back of your hand against his forehead, checking his temperature, but that seemed to be fine.
''What's wrong, baby?''
He didn't answer you. He didn't want to answer you. He was embarrassed and mad at himself.
''We don't have to do anything if you're not ready.''
He wanted to. He really wanted to. He had been looking forward to this day for ages after taking it unimaginably slow the past few months. And you knew he wanted to do it. But you didn't think he was ready to go further yet, and that was completely fine.
''I'm sorry.'' He sighed, burying his face in his hands.
''No need to apologise, baby.'' You chuckled, resting one of your hands on his back, rubbing it gently. ''After all, I'm not with you because I'm trying to fuck you.'' He dropped his hands, turning to the side to face you with a frown on his face for a moment.
You rolled your eyes. ''I'm not with you because I'm just trying to fuck you, Hiro.''
He nodded, staring at his hands, fiddling with them. ''Are you sure?''
You nodded, a smile grazing your features as you wrapped your arms around him. Then you asked him what was wrong. After a few seconds of hesitation, he opened up to you.
When he told you he had seen his ex for a moment, you gasped, springing up from the couch. ''In my house?!'' You gasped, ready to get a knife, a baseball bat, anything to fight off his crazy ex.
''I meant it metaphorically.'' He chuckled, grabbing your hands softly and making you sit down next to him again. All while still holding on to your hands, he continued when you told him to. ''She would always be so rough, you know? I don't know...''
''You don't have to know.'' You cut off his train of thought. ''All you have to know is that you didn't like it and she was stupid.''
He nodded, taking a deep breath. You freed one of your hands, cupping his cheek, running a thumb alongside his sink as he leaned into the touch. You reminded him that you would never treat him like that.
And he told you he knew. When he tried apologising again, looking at you with those sad eyes of his, you shot him down, telling him there was no need to apologise.
''Do you want to go for a walk? I bet that would calm you down.''
He agreed, and both of you stood up, grabbing your jackets and your keys. When he mentioned getting you some ice cream, you pulled him into a kiss.
''This is why you're the best.''
Toji Fushiguro
''I'm n-not made out of glass, Ma...'' He whimpered, clinging to your waist as you pressed soft kisses to his neck. You had spent a good hour kissing him and marking him up now. He was so sensitive and had hickeys all over him. His dick was so hard you were sure it'd burst out of his boxers any minute now.
''Shut up,'' you muttered into his skin, biting softly and drawing a whine from him. ''Let me spoil my baby.'' He was so wet. He wanted you to make him come already.
Then you spread his legs, pressing kisses down his chest for the second time tonight, retracting your marks. When you took one of his nipples into your mouth while pinching the other, he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. You could tell he was loving the attention he was getting despite protesting.
You rested your free hand on one of his thighs, squeezing it softly before trailing up to his crotch. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and he pushed you off himself. Not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to get you off him.
Getting off the bed, he put on his clothes in a frenzy, all while taking deep breath after deep breath. And just like that, he stormed out the door. It happened so fast that you couldn't even process what just happened. Did he just run out the door?
You sat there for a few moments, trying to figure out what was wrong. Your train of thought was interrupted by your boyfriend calling you.
''I'll be back in a bit.'' He said.
''Where did you run off to?'' You stood up, pacing through your apartment. Had you done something? ''Are you okay?''
He told you he was okay. No explanation, nothing. Just that he was okay. Well, at least he was okay.
''Why did you run out of the door like that? You chuckled, leaning against a wall now.
''Sorry, I had to go.'' You could hear him nervously laughing on the other end of the phone.
When you asked him where he would be going at this time of the day, he only told you he had stuff to do.
''And you remembered that while we were making out?''
Silence. Then, ''Precisely.''
You sighed. Did he think you'd buy his story? Couldn't he have come up with something more believable? You asked him what was wrong one more time, but he didn't answer. You thought about everything it could have been, what you had done before he rushed out of the door like that.
''Was it because my hand slipped up your thigh?'' You questioned, ''did you not like that?''
He sighed. "It's not that I didn't like it.'' You let him take his time. After all, this seemed to be a sensitive topic to him. Never would you have thought Toji could be so vulnerable. When you told him he could tell you anything, he sighed, telling you he knew that. Although you weren't with him, you knew he was rubbing his forehead. Trying to relieve the stress surging through his veins. ''It's embarrassing.''
You embarrassed yourself in front of him all the time. You cried in front of him, you ugly laughed in front of him, you choked on food in front of him, and you sent him embarrassing pictures of yourself. But that's what love was all about. So he never had to feel embarrassed with you. That's what you told him. One last sigh, and he let go.
''My ex used to squeeze my crotch when she was mad at me.'' You gasped in disbelief. How could anyone do that to the person they loved? The person they supposedly cherished? That must have hurt, you spoke out loud, voice low as you tried processing what he had just told you. ''It hurt like a bitch. Old memories resurfaced, you know?''
''I understand, baby.'' You muttered. ''I'm sorry.''
''You didn't know.''
''Well, now I do.'' You whispered. ''And now I want to give you a big hug. Can I see you?''
And that's when he sent you his location.
Shiu Kong
''You know, you look so cute beneath me.'' You whispered, giggling as you pressed soft kisses to his neck. But suddenly, he froze. And then something weird happened. With one swift movement, he pushed you off himself and got off the bed.
Your first instinct was to frown. What was that? Why did he push you off by himself? Did he not like what you were doing to him? Was he secretly ticklish and kicked you off before he could embarrass himself by laughing? Before you could ask him, he was pulling on his pants hastily, throwing his shirt on. It wasn't even on correctly when he stormed out of the room, and you followed after him.
Running down the stairs to the front door, still confused about what had happened. You were fine a few minutes ago. You knew he hadn't had sex in a while. Maybe that was the reason for his unusual behaviour.
You called out his name, but you wouldn't stop running. He wouldn't stop running from you. That's until you caught up to him and grabbed his arm softly. That made him stop in his tracks.
''Baby...'' you whispered, and he turned around slowly. ''What's the matter?''
He didn't dare look you in the eyes. He didn't want to. He couldn't. When you stepped closer slowly, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your ear against his chest, you could hear his heart beating, threatening to beat out of his chest.
''Breathe, baby.'' You muttered. And that's when he started calming down, taking soft, laboured breaths until he was back to normal.
''I'm sorry.'' There was no need to apologise, and you told him that. All you cared about was why this happened and what you could do to prevent this in the future.
When he told you that for a moment there, he saw his ex, you panicked, asking yourself what you had done wrong. But then he told you it had nothing to do with you. He didn't know why she showed up in his mind like that.
''Aww, baby,'' you whined, squeezing him even tighter, telling him you two didn't have to do anything he was not ready for. And obviously, he was not ready to have sex with you. So you wouldn't until he felt comfortable enough to do it with you.
''But I do want to do it with you.''
''I know," you whispered, cupping his cheeks softly. ''We will once you're ready.'' And then you pressed a soft kiss, leading him back up to your bedroom. ''Up for cuddles?''
He nodded.
Sukuna Ryomen
Sukuna slamming you against a wall while making out with you wasn't something you could have seen in the future. And it hurt like hell. When you told him that you could have been seriously injured, he asked you one simple question. ''Did you die though?'' You were too stunned to speak.
Upon telling him you could have been seriously injured again, he asked the same question. Noticing you wouldn't be able to get anywhere with him, you just said fuck it and moved on with the conversation.
''What's wrong?''
And what did the king of curses do? Feign ignorance. Acted as if nothing happened. Acted like it was totally normal for him to slam you into a wall and move on with his day. There was nothing wrong with him.
"There's obviously something going on with you.'' Staring at him, you waited for an answer. When nothing came from his end, you asked him to tell you what was wrong again.
''I'm fine.''
After a game of back and forth, him acting oblivious, you asking him questions and him avoiding them, you made him talk. Reluctantly so. Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, looking away from you in annoyance, he finally spoke up. Telling you you reminded him of his ex for a second.
When you asked him how, he told you it was because of the way you were grabbing at him when you two made out just moments prior. She used to do the same to him, but she was just much rougher with him than you were being. It brought back memories.
You apologised for making him feel that way, pressing soft soothing kisses to your face. He continued standing there, acting like all of this was not getting to him in any way, shape or form. ''I didn't mean to scare you.''
He rolled his eyes, telling you he wasn't. Obviously.
And you took the liberty to tease him, baby him as much as you possibly could. And he acted as if he hated it. But deep down, he knew he loved it and wanted to cuddle you
Ino Takuma
"I'm so embarrassed..." he muttered, pacing through the room, hands pressed to either side of his head. He kept on telling you he was sorry, walking in circles around your room, the look of horror not leaving his face. "That has never happened before."
You sat on the bed and watched him scramble off you while you were in the act, watched him run out of the room while you sat there in confusion, watched him walk back in to explain what was going on. But he couldn't. He was rambling, and you had no idea what he was talking about. You couldn't follow him.
"Breathe, baby."
One more, "I'm sorry..." and you stood up, cupping his face in your hands gently. Thumbs running alongside his cheeks, trying to soothe him. "There is no need to apologise." You whispered, staring right into his tear-stained eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know." He sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "O felt this feeling of uneasiness." His body tensed suddenly, clinging to you even harder. "And suddenly I saw my ex in front of me, and I had to get out."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing soft kisses to the side of his face, telling him that it was totally fine. Everyone needed a minute here and there, especially in such a situation. If he wasn't feeling comfortable, he was free to ask for some space. When you asked him if he wanted you to make him a cup of tea, he frowned at you.
He was so confused, asking you why you were so nice to him. After all, he had ruined the vibe of the whole night. Why were you so nice to him? And your answer was simple. He was your boyfriend; you had to be nice to him. It was basic human decency to check up on someone who wasn't doing well.
His ex-girlfriend got him very good. Digging her claws into him and leaving scars all over his heart, mind, and soul. You were sorry he encountered such a vile creature. And as soon as you said that, he let out a chuckle. But then you grabbed his hand softly, trying to reassure him. "I'm not her; I'd never force myself on you."
And he knew that very well. He pulled you into a tight embrace, a tight hug, squeezing the life out of you, pressing soft kisses to the side of your face, and most importantly, telling you how much he truly loved you.
SUMMARY: You have your husband Nanami under you, exactly where you want him, only to be met with a little accident!!
a/n: the ending is kinda rushed nglâŚI started to run out of ideas on how to write this, hence it being a bit short.
Things had started out pretty average, just the usual afternoon. Nanami got home from work after you, as he was stuck working overtime once again.
But as you walked up to greet him, you noticed things were not like they usually are. The overtime stress had finally caught up to the poor thing- Nanamiâs tired expression and slumped shoulders made that extremely clear.
âWhatâs wrong, love?â You questioned, skipping past the greeting as you brought Nanami into a warm hug. He melted into your embrace, at last feeling content.
There was a long pause before he spoke, voice slightly muffled by where his face was buried in your neck. âWork, as usual.â Nanami sounded so tired, you felt horrible for him.
You pulled back, cupping Nanamiâs jaw, capturing his lips in a comforting kiss. He held it, moving his hands to plant a firm grip on your waist.
âI missed you.â He murmured against your lips. You broke the kiss, smiling up at him. You didnât want to put your poor, sleepy husband in a position you knew he wouldnât be able to deny, but you couldnât help yourself.
âI missed you too.â You started, smile turning into a sly grin. âWhy donât you let me show you how much I missed you?â
Nanami exhaled, not out of exhaustion but because he could already feel himself growing hard for you. "If you're not too tired, that is. Rest comes first." You added.
"You know I can't say no to you, sweetheart." Nanami whispered, reaching up to loosen his tie- a good sign that he wasn't about to say no. You wanted to treat him, after all.
Next thing you know, you're undressed in your bedroom, Nanami also naked and pinned beneath you on the bed. His hands are gripping your hips as you grind on his chest, the firm muscle of his abs creating just the right amount of friction on your dripping pussy.
Groans fall from Nanami's mouth as he feels your plush cunt rubbing against his abs, juices coating his skin. "Fuck, Kento-" you moaned, speeding up the movements of your hips. You grabbed his shoulders, steadying yourself as you continued to grind on his abs.
"Please..." Nanami begged, hips thrusting upwards. His cock was stiff and leaking, precum dripping from the tip. He needed you to ride him, he couldn't wait much longer.
"What do you need, baby?" You panted, coming to a slow on his abs as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach. You didn't want to come yet; you needed to wait until you had Nanami in an even more desperate position.
Nanamiâs lips curled into a small frown when you came to a stop on his body. âRide me.â He whispered, cheeks turning a cute shade of pink. You got off his chest, now kneeling beside him.
âSo early? I thought you had more restraint.â You taunted, running the tip of your pointer finger over Nanamiâs leaking tip. He whimpered, inhaling a sharp breath at the sudden contact.
He usually did have more restraint than this, though some of it flew out the windows when it came to you. But this? Maybe it was a fatigue getting into Nanamiâs head, but hadnât felt this pathetic in a while.
You slowly wrapped your hand around Nanamiâs cock, pumping him up and down, watching his face contort in pleasure. He bucked his hips up into your hand, a silent plea for you to go faster. You kept the same slow, torturous pace, much to his dismay.
The sounds that fell from Nanamiâs mouth were so pretty and pathetic. His moans and whimpers were music to your ears, his whines making you even wetter.
âFuck, sweetheartâŚpl-pleaseâŚâ Nanami cried, tears welling up in those beautiful, desperate eyes of his. His cock was painfully hard, aching for more friction from your hand. You rubbed your thumb along Nanamiâs tip as you stroked him, which was met by a string of curses from his mouth.
You released your grip on Nanamiâs cock, leaning your body up towards Nanami, back arching. You pressed two fingers to his lips, waiting for his mouth to open.
âCome on, Kento.â You ordered, sliding your fingers into his wet mouth once he obliged. His face grew pinker, both out of underlying frustration and slight embarrassment. Every dominate bone in his body had broken; he was at your mercy. He always was, of course, but now even more so.
Nanami sucked on your fingers, warm spit coating your skin. His poor cock was left unattended, still waiting for release. You pulled your fingers from Nanamiâs mouth, using that same hand to continue stroking his cock, saliva acting as lubricant.
âTell me how much you want me to ride you.â You commanded, glancing up as Nanami ran a hand over his face, eyes closing and breath speeding up.
âI need it so bad, baby.â He moaned, stomach coiling with an all-too-familiar feeling. âYou can do better than that. Look at me.â You barked, stretching your right, free arm out to yank his hand away from his embarrassed face.
âFuck. I need you to fuck me so bad, darling. P-please, I need it!â Nanamiâs voice raised slightly, tears welling in his eyes once again. He was so humiliated and so horny, the sight was astounding.
You landed a light slap on Nanamiâs face, an action you would normally feel a little guilty for. Not now, though. You sped up the stroking of his cock, watching his tip leak more and more precum with every stroke.
âIâm close-shit, faster babe, please.â He choked out, eyes wandering to your tits, hard nipples capturing his gaze. You clicked your tongue, which caught his attention. You were looking down on him, taking pleasure in watching his body writhe, and in watching him become more humiliated by the second.
Nanami let out a loud whine, body shuddering. âFuck, Iâm sorry.â He cried, gripping the sheets, tears rolling down his cheeks as he came on the spot, ropes of warm liquid shooting out.
Something about this felt different. Nanami sat up, eyes widening as you stroked him was you thought to be just his orgasm, but more came out of him than usual. âKento, whatâŚoh.â
Nanamiâs face was now bright red, heart beating at a concerningly fast speed. How could he let go and do something so fucking humiliating? You glanced up at him, realizing you truly had pushed him over the edge.
Nanami spoke after a momentâs silence, voice shaky and hoarse. âIâŚthat wasnât supposed to happen.
I am a Whiny Puppy Subtop! Ilya x Mean Owner Dombottom! Shane truther
Ilya pinned down by Shane's muscled thighs, arms handcuffed to the bed frame, nipples raw and red from being tease for hours. His dick leaking and borderline purple from how hard it is. He cries and begs for Shane to pleasepleasepleasetouchmeShenyaplease
Shane working Ilya's thick, hot cock over and over, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him until Ilya's reduced to nothing but whining, babbling and sobbing, telling him that he can take it, just one more for him baby, just one more.
Ilya on his knees at the edge of the bed, eating Shane out, chin slick with spit, whimpering at the taste and shivering at the condescending praises coming out Shane's mouth
"What a good boy, doing the only thing you're good at. Nothing but a pretty toy for me, just a hot mouth for me to use. You like it, baby? Like how I taste? You're right where you're meant to me. Just a pretty thing between my legs"
Shane riding Ilya hard and fast, stopping every time Ilya's whimpers get too high, a sign he's about to cum. He keeps him on the edge for hours, loving every broken moan and whine he forces out of Ilya's lips.
"Only thing you're good for, you don't get to cum. I need your big, useless cock to get myself off since you just can't do it right, huh baby? Just a hole drunk whore for me"
Ilya fucking Shane, trying to keep a steady pace as Shane whispers how good of a puppy he's being, fucking his owner just like he likes into his ear, gasping at Shane's hand twisted into his curls, yanking until spikes of pain shoots straight to his dick.
Shane deciding that Ilya should be punished for the little fight he got into on the ice, not allowing him to touch Shane the way he wants to. If Ilya wants to get off, he has to by only fucking Shane's barely squeezed together thighs.
It's not enough friction to make him cum, he tries to anyway when Shane tells him he must cum now or he won't for a week.
Give me more dumb puppy subtop Ilya and his mean, dombottom owner đââď¸
content: self masturbation, camming (cam sex), begging, dacryphilia, praising, cum licking, excessive use of the word âmommyâ. ( i have free will, ok. T.T )
note: part four has finally been released! FOR MORE BACKGROUND, READ THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1. PART 2. PART 3.
i hope you guys enjoy reading. :) please send in requests! make sure to read my rules first though. anyway, apologies for the random tags. this work isnât really made specifically for a certain character/person but rather general, thus i used a lot of tags. 𼲠but if you want to get MY reading experience, try imagining jo woo-chan from allday project in this fic, LOL. NOT PROOFREAD!!!!
hearts, comments and reblogs are all appreciated.
it has been months.
months passed since your first encounter with your yandere, the guy who had been secretly keeping track of your life. the guy that had been pestering you ever since. though he annoys you sometimes, you actually grew fond of him eventually. he became your sort-of-boyfriend and has been a big help to you, so that kind of cancels out all the unhinged things he had done back then.
in all honesty, he was actually the sweetest boy youâve met. everything that he had done was only due to his desires to be with you. his love was still pure at most, and it all was just for you. the boy also truly loved you, he just didnât know how to properly express it, how to properly show you in a way that you understood, thus leading to his actions. those drawings he had done were just products of his uncontrolled thoughts about you. but finally, after giving him a chance to explain, to show his true self, he was certain to prove you how grateful he was that you finally accepted him for who he is.
he became an obedient boy, always at your beck and call whenever you need him. he was willing to do anything that you ask for, even if it means not receive anything in return. want to eat something? heâs cooking up a 3-course meal. need to have your clothes prepared? heâs already going through your closet, looking for the perfect outfit thatâll compliment your body. someone keeps pissing you off at work? that person suddenly stops going to the company. stressed from paperworks? heâs already on his knees, ready to pleasure you out of your mind. heâs an all around guy, only for you, so you really can rely on him with anything and everything.
you had been out of town for around a week due to your business trip. you had applied for a job after having the realization that you had to get your life together. lucky for you, you got accepted shortly to the company. it wasnât easy going out of town due to your boy protesting over it. he bombarded you with questions beforehand, saying, âwhy canât they just pick another employee?â âwhy do you have to come?â âis it really a business trip? are you just trying to leave me?â over and over again.
eventually, you had him convinced to let you go without him. of course, not without a little persuasion. it was the 6th day of your 2-week period business trip and you were starting to feel the exhaustion coming in already. there were paperworks left and right and you still had to attend meetings after finishing them. your head was starting to hurt, as well as your fingers from continuously writing and signing letters.
ding.
another. then another. your phone rang, bringing you back to reality. you looked over to your phone, scanning it. the notifications were messages and a missed call from him. you reluctantly grabbed the phone and clicked the notification, leading to you to the messaging app.
: mommy, i miss you. :(
: how are you? have you eaten today? idunno what u r doing âcause havenât been replying to meeee. text me back, please.
: i hope youâre not trying to find a new baby there. :( only have your eyes on me, mommy, okay?
: if someoneâs trying to get close to you, say you already have me. :)
missed call from (crybaby)
: pick up, pleaseeeuu. i havenât heard your voice for six days and iâm dyingg. call me back when youâre not so busy. i love you so much!
your heart fluttered as you replied to his messages with a smile that was unknowingly creeping up to your face. he truly was a sweet boy, he just did a bad job with showing you his love. after replying to his chats, you decided to call him back. i could just do those paperworks later you thought. you then walked towards the sleeping quarters of the office. after facing the door, you locked it so that you could enjoy having a private conversation with him.
ring.
âhiii, mommy! i knew you couldnât resist me. how are you?â
he greeted you over the phone with a silly smile on his face while currently laying on your bed. âiâm good, just lots of work and meetings is all. how about you?â you replied.
you strolled over to one of the beds, laying down and positioning your body sideways with your phone still on your hand.
âiâm also doing good! i can still function inside the house even though itâs kinda difficult without you. i miss you, a lot. âm sad because you didnât bring me with you..â
his words trailed off, voice shifting from cheerful to an upset almost-inaudible whispering. you can hear the sadness in his voice, making you frown with pity.
âawee, you miss me that bad? donât worry, honey. thereâs only almost a week left and we get to see each other again.â you cooed at the pouting boy on your screen. you kept reassuring him that there wouldnât be a long time left.
âdid you have dinner already?â you questioned him, aiming to change the subject.
âyes, i already ate! i had sausages, pasta, and a drink.â he answered back.
âhey, i told you to stop eating sausages, right? processed meat is bad for your body. i might just pinch you cause you arenât listening to me.â
you scolded the boy. âwhyyy? tonight was the only time i ate those, mommy. i just didnât feel like cooking cause itâs not for you..â he acted sad while actually liking the scolding of yours.
due to you always being occupied, you could only chat him through the app but not call him. he hasnât had the chance hear your voice since you left the town and this was the only chance he had. a burning sensation in his stomach was all he felt when he heard you talk. both of your bickering went on for almost five minutes before he finally gave in apologized to you.
the conversation then went on normally. you asked questions about how his well-being is and what he has been doing while you were away. he really was actually functioning well even without you. he made sure to clean the room regularly, did his own laundry, bought a few decorations, and even a cute plushy that reminded him of you.
âi feel sleepy already. how about you? you wanna go night night, baby?â
you talked to him, lightly yawning as you palm your cheek.
âcan we sleep later? iâm not really sleepy, plus i still want to talk to you.â
he answered back with a pout forming on his lips. before you knew it, your eyes were starting to close on their own. as you try to doze off, his voice suddenly interrupts it.
âmommy! i know youâre sleepy and all but..â he trailed off.
âbut..?â you questioned the boy.
âbut iâve been good and- and iâve been patient. i havenât even touched myself and iâve been holding back like i know youâd want me to..â
he trails off his words once again, removing his gaze from you due to his shyness taking over him. he really knew how to wake you up, though. your drowsiness left as he spoke.
âyes, honey. i know that. what do you want me to do then, hm?â you said, your attention fully on him now.
âi was wondering if i could touch myself..â his words were silent as a whisper, almost hard to understand that you had to ask him again with what he just said.
âi-i said if i could touch myself.. can i?â he finally speaks up clearly, hands visibly rubbing one of his inner thighs.
âi promise i was a good boy even with you being away. i just miss you so, so much. and i-iâm enjoying hearing your voice right now so.. so let me, please?â
his voice was stuttering, words jumbled, uncertain of what your response would be. he still felt tension between you two, even if you both were far away. you canât help but give a reassuring smile towards the sulking boy on your screen. finally, after what felt like hours for him, you broke the silence and gave in.
âyes, go ahead, baby. show mommy how much you miss her, okay?â
that was all it took before he nods his head to your approval. he gave a silent gratitude before using his unoccupied hand, aiming to unzip his pants. with his fly open, he lowers his boxers that were wet. he also lowers the angle of his phone so that you could see more clearly. you can now see that the tip of his dick was covered with precum. after setting his phone in an angle you can see properly, he fully pulls out his cock and wraps his hand around it.
âmay i, now?â he questions you in a whispering tone. you could only nod in response, eyes too focused on his already leaking dick that you couldnât respond with your words.
âthank you..â
as the words left his mouth, he begins to move his hand in a vertical movement. a moan slip past his plump lips, slightly drowned out due to the wet noises his member was making. he continued to stroke his dick, making sure to let out his moans as he knows that you enjoy hearing him.
his eyelashes flutter open, batting them as he was starting to tear up from the lingering sensation he was feeling. the moans continuously left his mouth. fast and ragged breaths that had a hint of brokenness into them.
âh-hnhh.. m-mommy, may i go faster? may i?â he mutters impatiently whilst his thumb rubs over the tip of his shaft, making him let out whimper from the sudden wave of pleasure.
âyou may, baby.â
with your reassuring words, he starts to give it his all with stroking himself. his eyes were half-lidded that were starting to tear up due to sensitivity. as he pleasured himself, he couldnât help but imagine it was your hand, that it was you taking care of him instead of his own.
âi m-miss youu, h-hghnn.. w-why did you have to leave your b-baby.. a-ah! it feels so lonely without you..â
he sniffles, dragging out his words. he was babbling out his own thoughts that he couldnât help keep to himself. he was starting to lose his mind, every thought going blank from the pleasure he was causing himself. the words coming out of his mouth that was barely coherent before were now much more jumbled.
a tick of the clock passed. then another. with an unconscious mind, you did not realize that you were losing track of time.
âmommy! mommy, can i c-cum? why arenât you talkinnâ? let me hear you..â
it has been fifteen minutes since time passed and you could say that he was far gone from the pleasure. you couldnât stop yourself from cooing at the boy whining and crying on your screen. he was frantically begging for release and you werenât even aware.
âjust a little more, okay? i know you can do it.â
you coaxed him, knowing how easy it is for him to give in.
âo-okay, jusâ a little more.. h-hahh.. you know, mommy, i w-wish you were here, andâ anâ stroking me and loving me and taking care of me..â
he rambles with a sobbing voice. he really did miss you and everything about you. your presence, your love, your touch, you. he was so so close, and you just fueled him enough again. you kept on praising him, telling him how good he has been for holding back his desires and saying how youâre so proud of him.
âh-hurtss.. hurts, mommy.. i wannâ cum, please, please! p-please..â
his stroking was now erratic, cuss words flying out of his mouth as a strand of drool was seeping out the corner of his lower lip. he was moaning brokenly over the phone now as he tries to replace his noises with pleading for release. you could see clearly see the boy lose himself to his own actions.
âgo ahead, cum.â
you said and just as the words left your mouth, it timed with his release. he let out high pitched moan, finally releasing his high. the sticky white substance were smeared all over his hand as well as the screen of his phone, leading the camera of the device to be blurry. with no shame, he moves the phone close to his mouth, licking the front lens to remove his own release.
âs-sorry for the mess, miss..â
he lolls out his tongue, showing you the liquid that sat on top of his tongue. he then swallows it, making sure to swallow down so there would be no waste. he shows you his tongue again to let you know that it was clean before pushing it back in his mouth. after his so-called filthy act, he lowers the phone once again and shows you his hand full with cum. as he maintains eye contact with you, you can see that his hand was shifting and moving towards his mouth. and before you knew it, he was licking his own liquid from his hand. you can vividly hear his ragged breaths all while he was licking it.
âa-all done and clean for you..â
it was a filthy act but you enjoyed every bit of it. as a smile formed on your lips, you praised the boy and said, âwhat a good boy you are. just wait until my trip is over, okay? i will give you something better.â
he could only nod in response. after that little talk you gave him, he asked for permission to go to the bathroom to clean himself up in which you allowed. ten minutes passed and he was finally done with cleaning himself and that was enough so that you guys could finally rest. instead of ending the video call, he protests that you guys should leave it on which wasnât a bad idea at all. you still had to thank him in someway, anyway.
ânight night, my mommy.. i hope you have the best dreams. just know i miss you sososomuch and i love you and i miss you and i hope you come home soon.â
Steddie where they meet somewhere around their mid/late 20s and Eddie is convinced he's started dating a single father.
Steve is always talking about the kids. About driving them to school and taking them to doctor appointments or trips. It's sweet, actually, how devoted he obviously is to his kids.
There's Dustin, who Steve is always driving everywhere and bragging about how smart he is. And there's also Max and Erica, his girls who have Steve around their fingers.
And, well, maybe Steve is young to have three kids already, but who's Eddie to judge?
But then Steve is mentioning a Lucas too when he talks about his kids, and a Jane, and okay now Eddie is kinda freaking out. He's been trying to give Steve space and time, to let Steve set the pace and decide when he wants to have the 'do you wanna meet my kids?' conversation, but Eddie can't help but blurt out, "Babe, how many kids do you have?"
Steve looks at him funny, as if Eddie is not making any sense. "What do you mean?"
"You've already mentioned at least five different kids. Is there any more?"
"Oh, they are seven in total."
Seven. Seven fucking kids. How the hell is that even possible? Steve is twenty-six!
"Jesus, how old were you when the first of them was born?"
Understanding glints in Steve's eyes and he laughs so hard that Eddie is a little offended. Who wouldn't be a little frantic after finding out their new boyfriend had seven kids?
"Do you wanna meet them?" Steve asks suddenly, unable to hold back a grin.
An hour later, Eddie finds himself meeting not a bunch of kids but a bunch of grown adults, well in their 20s too, who are very nice and cool but also extremely protective of Steve.
The third of six 666-word ficlet requests for my 666 AO3 subscriptions celebration. @eternal-sunflowers asked for sub!Eddie and some overstim, hrrrrrr...
âYou were pretty tonight,â Steve murmurs. âYou know that, right?â
Eddie opens his mouth, but all that spills out is a shaky moan. His body is buzzing with electricity. His fingers. His toes. His spent, overly sensitive cock.
Steve laughs, the sound rumbling right down to that molten pool of pleasure at the base of Eddie's spine, and curls his fingers.
âSorry, didnât catch that.â
âPretty,â Eddie gasps. His bound hands twitch. His feet grapple for purchase on the mattress, trying to wiggle away from the pleasure that's trying to pull him under. Steve puts one hand on his hip and pushes him back into the sheets. ââm pretty.â
âLike you were born for the stage," Steve coos, and adds a third finger. Eddie is still wide open from his cock and the dildo, and sloppy with both lube and cum, so it slides in easily. âYou know when you're even prettier?â
âStevie, please-â
Steve scissors his fingers, and the words turn into a desperate keen.
âI asked you a question, honey.â Steve kisses the tears off his face. âAnd I'm sure you know the answer, so âŚâ
âWhen I cum for you,â Eddie sobs. His spine tries to arch off the mattress, but Steve gently holds him in place. âPlease, Steve, I can't. It's too much, I can't do another.â
âHm, that's weird.â Steve pauses, watching him gasp for breath. âI thought you could go all night?â
Eddie groans. Fuck, he did say that. Or yelled it, more like. For the entire venue to hear, while the crowd was screaming for another encore.
He should've known what he had gotten himself into the moment he looked down at the first row and saw Steve's smile.
âNow,â Steve says, making a show of checking the clock. The night is still young, wouldn't you say?â
Eddie laughs. He brought this onto himself, didn't he?
âYeah. You're right.â
âAlways am, baby,â Steve singsongs, kissing down his neck and chest and stomach while he continues to fuck him with his fingers. âNow stop fighting it. Just relax. There you go. Feels good, right?â
It does. It always does.
Maybe he shouldn't be this obvious about it, Eddie thinks, while Steve slowly guides him towards the edge of his pleasure once again. Maybe he should make him work a little harder for it - heâs getting way too smug about it all. The way he can play Eddie just as Eddie plays his guitar. Knows all the right spots to hit, at all the right times, to draw all the right sounds from him. Knows just what to do and just what to say to turn Eddie into a sobbing, blubbering mess, begging to cum for a third time.
And then Steve sucks his cock into his mouth and curls his fingers just so, and Eddie shatters into a million tiny pieces.
There shouldnât be much left - not after the first two times - but it still hits him with an intensity that turns his entire body into a live wire, filling his vision with starbursts. Steve drinks down the few watery drops that spill out, pressing his tongue into the slit to get every last bit. The sensation alone almost jolts Eddie off the mattress - thankfully his hands are still tied to the headboard - and he laughs and sobs at the same time. Steve purrs, propping himself up on one elbow to watch him.
âThereâs my pretty baby. Feel good?â
Eddie squirms. Steve has this way of looking at him like heâs the most beautiful thing in the world, and it leaves him weirdly self-conscious, especially now, on the come-down.
âSo good,â he slurs, and Steveâs face breaks into a delighted smile.
âIâm glad, honey,â he mutters, sweeping Eddieâs sweaty curls from his forehead to kiss the bridge of his nose. Eddie melts into the touch, every limb boneless and heavy. âNow rest. Catch your breath. I still want to make you cum with my tongue.â
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