yap yap jerkin’ connie & jean off on movie night yap yap !
those boys are already gripping the sheets just by you leaning onto their bodies and raking your pretty pink acrylics against their jawline (jean’s stubble specifically wink wink!) it’s made even more obvious when you lay your eyes on their oh so painful boners growing in their sweats :(
so of course, being the best friend you are, you spent the next hour wrapping both hands on their cocks and pumping them dry as the film rolls by. you could barley hear their “slow down..” ‘s and “gonna cum..” ‘s over the dialogue, while they’re both practically fucking your fists and mentally debating what position to throw you in after this. their train of thought coming to an all time halt when their orgasm washes over them, ropes of hot seed coverings your fresh manicure. connie & jean barely slowed their breathing when you spoke up in a sing song tone as if you didn’t just make them cum all over the place.
Strong muscular arms keeps your hips pressed against the towering figure behind you—rough fingers digging into the soft flesh of your supple waist, leaving pinkish bruises all over—and yet, you don't feel it. The haze of lust's too high to feel anything else other than your walls molding around the shape of thick cock that's stretching you out.
Plump cheeks recoil from the force of thrusts drilling into your wet cunt—dripping with the mix of sticky slick and warm semen, most of which runs down your thighs and soak into the bedsheets below you.
Obscene “plap! Plap!” noises of sex reverberates around the dim room, setting an air of intimacy and mischievous thrill—the wet slapping sounds accompanied by high pitched whimpers and moans from you, consequently drawing deep, rumbling grunts and groans from the muscular figure behind you.
“you like that eh? I reckon you do”
The teasingly gruff voice comes from the man behind you, who picks up the speed and fucks into your warm squishy walls roughly — repeatedly ramming his bobulous tip over that squishy spot deep inside your tight cunt—eliciting loud squeals from your drooling lips, rendering you dumbified from overstimulation.
He chuckles smugly hearing your dumb incoherent babbling and occasional hiccups—feeling proud to have stripped this bold woman down to nothing but a dumb little toy made entirely for his entertainment and “fun time”
Yeah? I'll give it to ya love”
Strong , hard hips slamming into yours in God-speed, almost making you lose your balance before a calloused hand steadies you by wrapping around your waist and pulling you back into him—scorchingly hot toned chest pressing onto your arched back while warm heavy breath hits your ear.
“gon' cum f'me? C'mon. Do it love”
He breathes condescendingly into your ears, chuckling all smugly n arrogantly at your stupid incoherent rambling response—cant even understand what he's saying now? Tch.—His teeth find the delicate skin of your shoulder blades and bite onto them sharply the moment you come undone around his girthy throbbing cock, convulsing and pulsing on him, wet walls clamping down on the massive cock that twitches violently before ejaculating—painting your walls while n filling you up whole.
The overwhelming feeling of pleasure that came with him filling you up with his warm cum combined with the pain of being bitten coaxes a loud squeal from you—loud enough that you're sure your poor neighbours can imagine what might be going down right now.
Nails almost ripping the bedsheets below from the tight grip—heavy pants full the room now, belly bulging slightly from thick cum filling your womb—head fall onto the soft pillow from exhaustion —gradually coming down from your high—body beginning to feel ache and pain as the adrenaline slowly retreats.
Todoroki wanted to give you what you need. That's always been the case, but this was different.
You were draped over his lap, your luscious ass bare to him as you squirmed and wiggled in his hold. But he didn't budge, you needed a firm hand.
It had taken a lot of discussion for him to even be comfortable with all this, his mind plagued with memories of his father's so called 'discipline.' But after you told him it was safe because it was him, your beautiful gentle boyfriend who would never hurt you-- how was he to deny you?
"Don't forget your safe word." He reminds you, for the third time, and you laugh. It eases the tension in his chest, reminds him that you two are in your college dorm room, that he can smell your perfume, that this is alright. Because its you.
"I'm good, Sho. I promise." You wiggle your hips teasingly, temptingly and despite himself Shouto can feel himself smiling.
His hand comes down against your ass firmly, not a bad pain, just a lovely thud against your ass that has you gasping. "More, please," you ask, made of sweetness and sin as far as Todoroki is concerned. He can see your pussy glistening as his hand lands heavy and consistent on your skin.
He feels himself getting hard, not from causing you pain, but from seeing you melt for him. You were putty in his hands and he had never felt so trusted- so loved.
"That's it love, you're doing great. Taking this so well. Just a few more." He talked you through it, his voice surprising both of you as he encouraged you.
"Sho, gonna- please," you whined as you felt yourself start to lose it, your pussy gushing as you got close from your gentle but firm spanking.
"You can cum from this? Baby, you, yes." He was babbling, losing track of his words as all his focus was on his hand meeting the soft skin of your ass cheeks. The rhythm was burned into his brain now, steady and slow and hard enough to make you whimper and gasp with each contact.
It didn't take long for you to cum, the feeling of safety and attention from your boyfriend, the thrill of getting the spanking you always wanted, it was almost too much.
But you went over the edge with one final spank, and Sho watched in awe as you came on his lap untouched.
He was in awe of you, and wondered how he had gotten so fucking lucky.
summary: starts off cute and innocent but don’t be fooled. pure smut. iida is beyond whipped for you.
i have re read the fics i wrote for him over and over and it’s time for ANOTHER one. 
iida cannot keep living like this. his mind was in a trance. his day to day life had been shook. you were it. you were the thing that had his head spinning. your the thing that kept him awake at night. it’s you.
tenya iida, was a great guy. you were both in the hero program at class one A. after spending three years around you, iida had developed a crush on you. not only a tiny unnoticeable crush, no, it had gotten so bad. every time you walked into the room, he had a hard time breathing. everytime you talked to him, he blushed. it was out of character for him. 
even late at night, when he was all alone, all he thought about was you. he felt truly awful about his thoughts. the ones that would shake him back to reality. you were his friend. and he was just a perverted man.
though neither of you new it, the feelings you had for eachother were mutual. how couldn’t you like this hunk of a man? he was smart, put together and a total babe.
one night you had found yourself up with him. well you used to be spending time with everyone, but everyone left. the only person that stayed was iida.
with a late night sweet treat craving to crush, you started on box brownie’s. of course he stayed to help, even though there wasn’t much to help with.
he lingered, helping you with the treat. of course thiugh, his eyes wandered. from your pretty face to your shirt, to your pants. he couldn’t help himself. he tried to focus on other things. but when you spoke to him, his mind went blank.
“helloooo..” you said waving your hand in his face. “earth to tenyaaa..”
he snapped out of it.
“can you get me one more cup of water please.” you handed the measuring cup to him. he didn’t hesitate, going to the sink he filled it to the brim. he was careful about not spilling, walking back to where you were with the bowl. his mind drifted, again. he noticed the way you were looking at him, a soft smile and a tilt in your stance.
before he knew it, he slipped. just a small stumble. right when he was pouring it into the bowl, that he had missed entirely. instead, he poured it all over your tank top.
“oh my god.. y/n… i’m so sorry. please let me go get you a towel.” he spoke out rushed, his face was flushed with embarrassment.
“oh no don’t worry about it. stuff happeneds..” you said, before taking your tank top clean off. leaving you just in a bra. he staggered, you heard his gasp from a mile away. the way his face only grew darker you laughed.
“what’s up?” you noticing his shift. he didn’t reply, he only grabbed the closest towel and held it out to you. praying you’d take it quickly.
“oh my god tenya.. don’t tell me you have never seen a woman like this..” laughing “yaomomo shows more skin than this daily and your bothered by me?”
“please.. cover yourself up y/n,” he said. he was scared to look at you, he was scared you would notice the tent growing in his pants.
you were a taken back. did he not like seeing you like this? did he think your breast’s were below par? you were slightly offended.
“your kidding” you laughed, confused and now also growing embarrassed.
he didn’t reply. only still, not looking at you. you watched as his brows furrowed at looked at the floor.
“you know what tenya..” you started. your voice started to crack. his head swiftly turned to you. in shock he found you tearing up. “-a lot of guys would love to have seen me like this..s-so screw you!”
his mouth dropped. watching you be so frustrated, you turned around and walked away. out of his sight. he was confused. he liked seeing you like that? so why did you think other wise. was it his reaction..? had he really messed up that bad?
after gaining his thoughts for only a split second, he chose to follow you. he walked to your dorm, his breathing slowly turning ragged.
when he got there he wasted no time knocking on the door. he heard you sniffle on the other side of the wall separating you two.
“go away iida.” he heard you say.
“no y/n. i’m not leaving until i can talk to you. please.” he begged. he listened as your foot steps came to the door. you opened it and stared. you waited for him to explain himself.
you watched him, as he had a mental battle with himself.
“you need to know that i have grown to care for you, more than i can stand….y/n” he hesitated, just enough for you to catch on to. “-your all i think about.”
no you were still guarded. and every sensor in your brain was telling you it was just too easy to be real. “your only saying that because you hurt my feelings..just go away tenya.” you spoke, hushed.
“i mean for christ sake y/n..! look at me..! look at what you do to me…” he motioned to himself. you were confused, you studied him. but then, something stood out to you. right near where his pants started near his groin, was a harder package. big enough for you to see.
his hands found his glasses, taking them off as he pinched the bridge of his nose. he was obviously frustrated. but you were still confused. what did he mean by all this.
he finally spoke again. “this is what you do to me. your so pretty. and today.. when all you were wearing was a bra- i-i couldn’t help myself. that’s why i acted the way i did. don’t you see know?”
there was silence between you two for a moment. where all you did was look at each other. both of you putting yourself out there. you were still in a bra. and he was still hard.
“kiss me.”
“what.” his eyes met your face. with your words his heart skipped a beat.
“iida…” you whined, he almost fell to his knees. “kiss me.. please.”
you didn’t know what came over you to say those words. but tenya was not going to waste this moment.
with urge, he laid his lips on yours. so desperate, he had yearned to kiss you for ages. three years to be exact. as you kissed, you clumsily fell into your room. iida catching you, swiftly. he paused for just a second to close the door behind you.
he turned to face you again, his face flush. he hummed “y/n…” quietly. just before his lips were closing in on you again. your pace was agonizing at first. as he memorized how you felt.
you pulled away slightly, as if you were murmuring into his mouth.. “more.- please..”
he groaned at your pleas. moving swiftly he picked up your weight just enough to reach your bed. laying you flat on your back, you arched into him with such desperation.
he was now a driven man. all he wanted was to hear you whine again.
you had never seen him like this before. his eyes were clouded with lust, his admiration for you still present tough. you watched him, like he was a starved man. he kissed nipped and licked at your body. unclamping your bra, he threw it aside. he licked at your hard nipples.
“ah.. tenya-..!” your head flew backwards at the feeling. he looked up at you. his glasses going foggy due to his body temperature heating up. he quickly discarded them.
he worked his way down your body. savoring any taste of you he got. he reached the bone of your hip, pulling down your pants slightly to lick at the skin.
“wait..” he said. “are you positive i can keep going.”
“please iida..” you moaned. “please i need you.” said in a whining tone.
“fuckk..” he cursed against your skin. rushed he dragged and shimmied the rest of your clothes off. taking a moment more to rip his shirt off.
he pulled you to the edge of the bed. the air was dragged out of his lungs as he laid his eyes on you. you were sprawled out below him, skin glistening. “your so pretty..” he mumbled.
he stooped down, to look at your sopping pussy. you were so wet his dick grew in his pants at the sight. “all this from me..? i didn’t know i had that affect on you, my love” he teased. looking up at you, you grew shy under his gaze. he was seeing all of you.
watching you hide behind your arms made his head go faint. he had to quickly refocus himself. looking down at your throbbing pussy begging to be touched. out of pure instinct, he spat on your cunt. watching his saliva weave through your folds. his ears perked up at the sound of your whines.
when the saliva reached your whole he pushed it into your pussy. one finger first. “shit..” he groaned. watching you clench around his digit.
“ah-!” you moaned, suddenly at the feeling of him inside you.
he watched as you squirmed, he slowly then dipped his head inbetween your legs. laying his tongue flat on your wet cunt. your back arched farther up.
this is what i was made for.
he thought as he pumped his slender finger though your pussy, simultaneously sucking and lapping at your folds. then with a harsh move he stuck another finger into you. with a grin he watched as you tried to accommodate him. he then quickly found your clit. eyeing it before sucking it, harshly at first. then taking his time with it. lapping up all your juices.
your body grew hot. watching him work at your cunt, feeling him curl and pump his fingers in and out of you.
“i can’t wait any longer.” he said before standing above you. you whined at the missing presence of him.
your eyes trailed him, he was huge. his bulky arms, his toned stomach, the small light tinge of a happy trail.
“like what you see?” he spoke. you only whined in response, taking a hand to your clit and pushing circles into yourself.
“fuck your so needy darling.” he was now free of his clothing, and oh god. he was huge everywhere.
your mouth salivated at the sight of him.
“seems like your ready..? right baby?” who was this man. a lustful iida was like no other. the baby names, the teasing, his hard cock. it was all really getting to you.
“please tenya..” you moaned, arching upwards, and playing with your nipples.
“who am i to say no to you..” he made his way to you, now above you he held him self up on his forehead arms. kissing you with passion.
then without another thought he grabbed his length below you, giving it a couple thrusts, he then pushed his cock into your pussy.
his head was huge, and in no way close to the size of his fingers. your mouth dropped open. tenyas focus was on your face. fascinated at the way your mouth and eyebrows moved at the size of him. he kept his stare on you as he bottomed out. not taking his sight away from you even when you dragged your nails across his shoulders.
“ah..ah…tenyaohmy..g-god.” you mumbled out, eyes slowly closing and rolling to the back of your head. after a second, he rutted in and out of you. not ever pulling fully out of you. it made your head go light.
“your so tight y/n.. so pretty.” he kissed you on the cheek, before turning you on your side. it was closest to him spooning you, except for the addiction of his cock splitting you in half. “doing so well my love.” he groaned.
you still had no words for him. your mind was blank. your legs began to shake. and you clenched around him, his breath was sucked out of him.
watching you go dumb in the brain turned him on so bad. so bad that he didn’t even realize he had been dragging his cock all the way out of your tight pussy and slamming it back in.
“honey..” he warned groaning. but he never stalled, never once stopping himself from fucking you.
“i-inside…” you whimpered, moaning into the pillow. did he hear that right?
“cum inside me please tenyah-!” you moaned again. this time he heard it. with a new motivation, he plowed himself in and out of you. with such force you lost breath every time he entered you. you were so fucked you couldn’t think about anything other than him. you clenched around him, so so good.
without another warning he squirted his cum into you. stalking and sputtering his cock drained all of his cum into your tight pussy.
you were so tired. but it felt so good. the feeling of your wet cunt, and the feeling of iidas fluid slipping out of you turned you on so bad.
he had gotten up to get you a rag, but when he came back to you…. he found the hottest sight he had ever seen. with a fucked out expression you fingered his cum back into your pussy.
“feels s-so good tenya…” you moaned.
his cock was now rock hard again. there was no way you were leaving here pumped full of his loads.
tenya iida would be the best daddy dom. tell me i’m wrong. i dare you.
no you are absolutely right.
words: 2.1k
warnings: daddy dom, pet names, p in v.
just... just thinking about it makes me all tingly. he's such a respected hero, everyone looks up to him - so helpful, so polite, makes everyone feel so safe and special, really listens to every fan who approaches him on the street!
when you wait for him to come home after a long day you always make sure your Hero can relax and rest , even though he always softly protests when you pamper him, because you also had a long day and he wants to take care of you.
But when he's swamped in paperwork, patrols, training rookies and has to come home so late every night that you're already sleeping - you start to miss him really fast. You crave his touch, his affection, his intense gaze on you, just for you. You only see each other in the morning, passing a glass of juice between you, before you both have to run to your respective jobs, no time even for a kiss.
You start to get antsy. You start to get frustrated. You know he won't be feeling too good without you as well, but he's a stoic man and he'll withstand a forced dry spell as long as he needs to. You come first, but he can't say to a room full of interns that he needs a day off to fuck his girlfriend.
He's on the phone with Izuku one day during a rushed lunch.
"You're working too hard," his old friend says.
"You're one to talk, Number One."
Izuku laughs bashfully.
"Well, I am a workaholic, but I also know when to take a break. Allmight has always been on my back about taking care of myself. You need a day off. "
"I don't think I can have one for the next year," Tenya sighs, "There's just so much... And it never stops."
"Tell you what. I'll come down to the agency tomorrow and cover for you - all day long. So you can have a rest."
"No, no, I can't ask you to do that - you have your own agency to worry about."
"Oh come on, my sidekicks can hold down the fort for a day! Come on, man. Let me do it for you."
Tenya reluctantly agrees in the end, secretly giddy about being able to spend a whole day at home, with you. He doesn't know you're already preparing - you've been complaining to Ochaco, and she whispered to Izuku, and voila - a day off.
Of course, being the diligent Good Boy Hero that he is, Tenya stays at the office late, only leaving when the dark changes to dusk. He makes it home quickly and smiles to himself when he sees the light's on. His sweet girl is waiting for him.
He enters quietly, takes off his shoes and makes his way to the kitchen. You're cooking, your back to him, swaying softly and humming to a Joji song coming from your phone. You're wearing a pair of beautiful lacy underwear that you normally deem too uncomfortable, but cute - and he feels his heart stutter. You're in your favourite washed to paleness Ingenium shirt, your hair loose. He sighs and you turn.
"Tenya!" You squeal. You quickly drop the spatula and wipe your hands, bouncing towards him.
You stop in front of him and blush furiously, suddenly unsure. He seems bigger and taller than normal, and you know it's just your "I miss him" brain, but your legs still shake. He's leaning on the kitchen door frame, looking you up and down, his gaze soft and heated.
"Is my girl waiting up for me?" He says, voice low.
"Yes," You whisper. Your hands are bunching the shirt at your back, arms stretching and wringing. You look at him from under your brow, biting your lip. The black lace of the panties is chafing against your folds.
Tenya is nothing if not patient, but even he isn't made of iron. He cups your face and you sigh, closing your eyes. His bulk is radiating heat and you clench desperately. It feels like the first time. It feels like those hurried, heated nights when you first hooked up as students.
His arm comes around your waist, fingers gently stroking the exposed skin under the shirt. He leans in towards you and you're expecting a kiss, your breathing picking up. When the kiss doesn't come you open your eyes and look at him, stars almost spilling out from under your lashes. He gasps softly, almost inaudibly and you know how much he wants you. You know that even though he can order you to do anything and you will drop to your knees and thank him while you're doing it - you own him.
"My little bunny," He whispers, "Did you miss daddy?"
"Yes," You whisper, licking your lips, craving his touch, "I missed you so much, daddy."
"I've been neglecting you, haven't I?"
You pout and look away, but quickly look back when he tugs at your jaw.
"Eyes on me," He says warmly, but his voice is as solid as oak. You can feel him pressing up to you, his length swelling against your abdomen, "Do you need me to take care of you, baby?"
"Yes," You whisper.
He quirks up a brow.
"Yes, sir," You correct quickly, "D-daddy-"
"Good girl," He praises, stroking your face. He throws a quick glance over your shoulder, making sure you turned off the stove and lowers his face to yours.
"Do you want a kiss?" He asks.
"I want a kiss, please," You nod.
He smiles and touches his open mouth to yours, so gently you can barely feel it, but a sweet moan escapes you nonetheless. You decide to be brave and lick his soft bottom lip. It earns you a growling moan.
"That's my girl," Tenya says, quickly spinning you around, pressing you into the wall. You gasp as his whole body pushes into you, his cock against the lace around your ass, his arms coming around to grab at you. He pinches your nipples, rolling them under the soft cotton, and ruts against you. One of his hands drags down your front and slips inside your panties. He hums into your neck and moves his hips harder against you when he feels your wet pussy.
"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" He asks right in your ear. His warm breath makes you shake.
"Yes, daddy."
"That's what I like to hear," he starts to rub your clit in slow circles, "I'm glad you wore this lace for me. Eager to please me?"
"I am, daddy," You're gasping every response, your entire body attuned to his touch.
"Unzip my pants," He orders and you wriggle your arms back towards his belt and undo it as quickly as you can. You push his underwear down as well as your position will allow, and stroke his cock, hard under your touch, awkwardly turning your wrist.
"Tenya, please- I-" you start and he stops moving his hand, clamping it around your soaking lips.
"Tenya?" He asks quietly.
"Daddy!" You squeal, "Daddy, please, please I want your cock."
"You're gonna have to wait, darling," He says, resuming his movements, " First, I'm gonna make you come like this, pressed up against a wall, helpless, so your legs will shake. And then I'll take you to the bed and show you how much daddy missed you."
You moan at his words. He's always so straight forward and polite with his filthy mouth, and somehow this makes it hotter. Sometimes you like to push him so he'll become feral and punish you, rambling the dirtiest shit in your ear as he pounds into you, but most days the strong, collected dom that he is is your favourite thing in the world.
"Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me like this?" He asks. His breathing is hard now, his cock rubbing against your ass clearly making it hard for him to keep control.
"Yes, sir."
"Spread your legs further," He orders and you obey. He angles his hips so that his cock is pressed against you between your legs and you both moan.
"Daddy, daddy, push it in, p-please..." You sound like your gonna cry and he laughs a soft, dark laugh, kissing gently up your neck.
"Not yet. Don't beg just yet, darling, I told you what to do, didn't I? Are you going to be disobedient?"
"No, daddy... I just want you so bad..." You whisper.
"How can I deny this beautiful little bunny, hm?" He says, "You can have a little treat."
He withdraws his hand from your underwear and you whine, earning yourself a hand around your throat.
"Shhh, be good. Are you gonna be good? Do you want your treat?" Tenya asks. His hair is tickling your face when he leans in to kiss your temple.
"I do, daddy. I'll be good."
He hums, pleased, and moves your panties to the side. He whispers under his breath, something about you being so wet for him. And then his cock is pressed along your lips, snugly held in place with lace.
"Oh god," you gasp, "thank you, daddy."
"Such a good girl for me," he says and presses you into the wall again, his body hard and hot against your back. His right hand goes back to circling your clit, his left softly holding your throat.
"Oh, daddy, I'm gonna cum for you," you whisper. The proximity of his body, his dick in your underwear, his hands on you, his shuddering breath in your ear - it's all too much. You feel yourself flutter and move your hips gently, sliding along his cock.
He squeezes your throat.
"Ah- you little brat," he moans so prettily, "I told you, you don't get my cock until you cum like this, right here. I want your legs to give in from how good it feels. I want you to collapse under me, do you understand?"
"Yes, daddy, yes," you sob, "I'm sorry, I just... Oh, please daddy, may I cum? I'm so close, please..."
"You may, darling, come on," his fingers press harder to your clit, the circles becoming bigger, movements more frantic, "Cum for me, cum for daddy."
You try to say something, but the only thing that comes out is a strangled moan. Your hips buck and you start to rut on his cock uncontrollably. His body is holding you up, otherwise you would've dissolved into a puddle in the floor. You're moaning and gasping, calling for him. With every desperate shake of your hips his cock slides against your folds, the head catching on your entrance. When you feel it you gasp and forgetting all his warnings lift up on your toes ever so slightly and angle towards him, sinking on his cock in one swift motion.
You both gasp and moan like two whores in heat. Tenya grabs your hair and pinches your clit.
"What did I say, huh? What did I tell you? Are you trying to get punished, you little brat?" He hisses in your neck, but his words end in a groan, "F-fine, if this is what you want then take it. Take it."
He snaps his hips forward, your legs shaking and your pussy quivering around him. Your head falls back onto his chest.
"Yes, yes, daddy, thank you, thank you," You moan.
Tenya is dangerously close to crossing into his feral state and you secretly want him to.
When you feel like you might go mad from pleasure, from how much your heart hurts for him - he pulls out and you whine. You look back at him and he's a sight - his hair falling into his eyes, face flushed, breathing hard. His shirt is undone at the top, wet at the hem from your juices, his pants slightly down, his beautiful cock standing against his abdomen, wet with you.
"Get on the floor," He says, his eyes dark and blazing.
You don't ask any questions, just collapse in front of him and spread you legs instinctively. He yanks his shirt off and shoves it under your head. The next second he's between your legs, nudging inside. You moan again when he's inside and pray for a kiss. Tenya folds you into a mating press, his chest pressed to yours.
"Good girl, knows to spread her legs for daddy," He groans, "That's my good girl... But so disobedient... I told you... Fuck, dammit, I told you..."
He's almost incoherent and you squeeze around him, lifting your hips, relishing in the feeling of making him like this.
His face falls into the crook of your neck and he starts rutting into you desperately, barely pulling out.
"I'm gonna tear you apart, darling... We're just getting started..." He moans.
You wrap your arms and legs around him and he finally kisses you, teeth clashing and lips wet.
All eyes felt as if they were on her. Cedar nearly shrunk into Matt’s shadow as they spoke to Quen’s team for the collab.
“Okay, so this is Cedar—she’s our manager and editor for all our videos,” Nick said proudly, finishing introductions.
Quen’s smile lit up instantly when she saw the girl.
“Oh my gosh, you are actually so fucking beautiful, babe.”
Before Cedar could process the compliment, Quen pulled her into a huge hug. Cedar hugged back, nervous smile softening under Quen’s warm energy.
“It’s so great to meet you,” she murmured. “All of you, really.”
Matt slid in closer behind her, sensing her usual quietness creeping in.
“So—are we cooking, or what?” he asked, redirecting all the attention off Cedar.
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They were barely five minutes into filming before Quen threw out a chaotic question.
“So what’s something your fans do that gives you the ick?”
She was trying to fix the pancake mix Matt had absolutely ruined.
Chris and Matt exchanged The Look—annoyed, amused, and mutual.
“Okay, this is weird,” Chris began, laughing, “but our fans like to act like Cedar is in some love triangle with me and Matt… when she is obviously his girlfriend.”
Quen’s mouth dropped open dramatically. The camera zoomed straight onto Cedar, who froze mid-sip of her chai, cheeks reddening.
“Yeah, it gets annoying sometimes,” Cedar admitted, “but honestly I think it only happens because i mentioned Chris helps me practice for dance. Matt’s too lazy to.”
Matt shot her a playful glare.
“Not my fault he has more energy than me.”
“Well I’m always down to clown,” Chris declared proudly.
“Some fans genuinely don’t understand boundaries,” Quen sighed. “But Cedar—what type of dance do you do? Do you two want to show us?”
Chris lit up instantly.
Nick groaned into his palms. “Please don’t get him started. Kid thinks he’s a full-blown balle—”
But Chris was already sprinting toward Cedar. She kicked off her pink kitten heels like she knew resistance was pointless.
“Relax. This is good content,” Chris announced. “And I am a ballerina, by the way.”
Cedar giggled as she moved into position, Chris sitting on the floor before her with exaggerated seriousness.
It looked like a scene straight from The Nutcracker.
Cedar bent down, left leg rising elegantly behind her, toes pointed, form perfect. She adjusted slightly, her fingers brushing along Chris’s jaw for balance. Their eyes met—soft, steady—and the camera caught the moment perfectly framed, perfectly romantic-looking.
Chris slowly rose, one hand gently supporting her lifted leg. Cedar held the pose, poised and graceful.
Then she lowered her foot, and everyone burst into applause.
“Ooohhh, that was kinda romantic,” Quen teased immediately.
“Lowkey like a movie scene,” someone added playfully.
Matt’s tight smile looked… not thrilled.
Nick quickly cut in. “Okay, enough showing off. Chris, sit down before you think you’re auditioning for Broadway.”
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When everyone began heading toward the cars, Cedar slipped her heels back on—only for Matt’s hand to wrap around her wrist, firm.
“C’mere,” he muttered, guiding her ahead of the others.
He opened the passenger door but didn’t let her get in yet. He stood between her and the door, arms crossed, voice low.
“Cedar.”
She blinked up at him. “What?”
“You can’t just… do that on camera.” His tone wasn’t angry—just intensely controlled. “You know how fans twist things.”
“It was dance,” she said gently. “Chris was helping me—”
“I know. But the whole thing looked like you two were… i don’t know.”
Cedar’s eyes softened. “Matt—”
“I’m not mad.” His voice softened, but stayed strict. “I just don’t like people making up stories about you. Or about us.”
Before she could reply.
“HELLOOOO?” Nick yelled across the lot. “Secret meeting much?”
Matt stepped back, still watching her closely.
“Get in,” he said quietly.
She did.
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That night, Quen uploaded the vlog.
They all sat together to watch it—half-distracted until the dance part appeared.
The edit zoomed right onto Cedar’s hand on Chris’s jaw.
The lighting made the eye contact cinematic.
Slow motion.
Sparkles.
Dramatic violin music.
“Oh. My. God,” Nick groaned. “Quen, why would you edit it like THIS?”
“My editor thought it was funny!” Quen cackled through FaceTime.
The comments were already a wildfire.
“CHRISDAR IS REAL OMG???”
“Matt is FUMING 😭😭😭”
“This is giving ballet AU.”
“Matt’s glare at the end LMAOOO”
Matt stared at the screen like his soul had left his body.
Chris looked smug.
Cedar hid her entire face in her hands.
Matt sighed, turning his head just slightly toward her.
“See?” he muttered, defeated.
Nick patted his shoulder. “Buddy… this is what happens when you date a ballerina and a golden retriever helps her stretch.”
Chris struck a dramatic ballet pose in the corner just to make it worse.
Cedar peeked out from behind her fingers, laughing despite herself.
All eyes felt as if they were on her. Cedar nearly shrunk into Matt’s shadow as they spoke to Quen’s team for the collab.
“Okay, so this is Cedar—she’s our manager and editor for all our videos,” Nick said proudly, finishing introductions.
Quen’s smile lit up instantly when she saw the girl.
“Oh my gosh, you are actually so fucking beautiful, babe.”
Before Cedar could process the compliment, Quen pulled her into a huge hug. Cedar hugged back, nervous smile softening under Quen’s warm energy.
“It’s so great to meet you,” she murmured. “All of you, really.”
Matt slid in closer behind her, sensing her usual quietness creeping in.
“So—are we cooking, or what?” he asked, redirecting all the attention off Cedar.
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They were barely five minutes into filming before Quen threw out a chaotic question.
“So what’s something your fans do that gives you the ick?”
She was trying to fix the pancake mix Matt had absolutely ruined.
Chris and Matt exchanged The Look—annoyed, amused, and mutual.
“Okay, this is weird,” Chris began, laughing, “but our fans like to act like Cedar is in some love triangle with me and Matt… when she is obviously his girlfriend.”
Quen’s mouth dropped open dramatically. The camera zoomed straight onto Cedar, who froze mid-sip of her chai, cheeks reddening.
“Yeah, it gets annoying sometimes,” Cedar admitted, “but honestly I think it only happens because i mentioned Chris helps me practice for dance. Matt’s too lazy to.”
Matt shot her a playful glare.
“Not my fault he has more energy than me.”
“Well I’m always down to clown,” Chris declared proudly.
“Some fans genuinely don’t understand boundaries,” Quen sighed. “But Cedar—what type of dance do you do? Do you two want to show us?”
Chris lit up instantly.
Nick groaned into his palms. “Please don’t get him started. Kid thinks he’s a full-blown balle—”
But Chris was already sprinting toward Cedar. She kicked off her pink kitten heels like she knew resistance was pointless.
“Relax. This is good content,” Chris announced. “And I am a ballerina, by the way.”
Cedar giggled as she moved into position, Chris sitting on the floor before her with exaggerated seriousness.
It looked like a scene straight from The Nutcracker.
Cedar bent down, left leg rising elegantly behind her, toes pointed, form perfect. She adjusted slightly, her fingers brushing along Chris’s jaw for balance. Their eyes met—soft, steady—and the camera caught the moment perfectly framed, perfectly romantic-looking.
Chris slowly rose, one hand gently supporting her lifted leg. Cedar held the pose, poised and graceful.
Then she lowered her foot, and everyone burst into applause.
“Ooohhh, that was kinda romantic,” Quen teased immediately.
“Lowkey like a movie scene,” someone added playfully.
Matt’s tight smile looked… not thrilled.
Nick quickly cut in. “Okay, enough showing off. Chris, sit down before you think you’re auditioning for Broadway.”
.
.
.
.
When everyone began heading toward the cars, Cedar slipped her heels back on—only for Matt’s hand to wrap around her wrist, firm.
“C’mere,” he muttered, guiding her ahead of the others.
He opened the passenger door but didn’t let her get in yet. He stood between her and the door, arms crossed, voice low.
“Cedar.”
She blinked up at him. “What?”
“You can’t just… do that on camera.” His tone wasn’t angry—just intensely controlled. “You know how fans twist things.”
“It was dance,” she said gently. “Chris was helping me—”
“I know. But the whole thing looked like you two were… i don’t know.”
Cedar’s eyes softened. “Matt—”
“I’m not mad.” His voice softened, but stayed strict. “I just don’t like people making up stories about you. Or about us.”
Before she could reply.
“HELLOOOO?” Nick yelled across the lot. “Secret meeting much?”
Matt stepped back, still watching her closely.
“Get in,” he said quietly.
She did.
.
.
.
.
That night, Quen uploaded the vlog.
They all sat together to watch it—half-distracted until the dance part appeared.
The edit zoomed right onto Cedar’s hand on Chris’s jaw.
The lighting made the eye contact cinematic.
Slow motion.
Sparkles.
Dramatic violin music.
“Oh. My. God,” Nick groaned. “Quen, why would you edit it like THIS?”
“My editor thought it was funny!” Quen cackled through FaceTime.
The comments were already a wildfire.
“CHRISDAR IS REAL OMG???”
“Matt is FUMING 😭😭😭”
“This is giving ballet AU.”
“Matt’s glare at the end LMAOOO”
Matt stared at the screen like his soul had left his body.
Chris looked smug.
Cedar hid her entire face in her hands.
Matt sighed, turning his head just slightly toward her.
“See?” he muttered, defeated.
Nick patted his shoulder. “Buddy… this is what happens when you date a ballerina and a golden retriever helps her stretch.”
Chris struck a dramatic ballet pose in the corner just to make it worse.
Cedar peeked out from behind her fingers, laughing despite herself.
Tiny needles pricked the small of her neck, the hairs raising at the feeling.
She turned her head slightly, lifting her chin just enough to catch sight of him—Chris—already staring right at her. She popped her head down behind the couch quickly like a wack-o-mole, feeling as if she's been caught.
Chris loomed from the corner of the room, barely making an effort in the conversation that he was earlier partaking in.
He was staring at her, his girl, who was talking to some random guy he had never seen before. His jaw ticked, brows drawn down so sharply they nearly shadowed his eyes, and his usual smile was replaced by a snarl.
"Yo man, you good?" Nathan raised his brow, gesturing Chris to take the blunt.
he didn’t respond. He didn’t even look away. He simply stood, turned, and walked off.
...
" Oh my gosh! I've never met anyone who wasn't... well, a literature major—like myself—to know about Tess of the d'Urbervilles," her cheeks were nearly burning her face, hot from the alcohol she was babysitting and the stuffy living room they were in.
The boy across from her was in one of her lectures; he's the one who actually invited her to this party.
" Yes, it's actually one of my favorite books, Tom Hardy is a fuck—"
"Sorry, kid, I gotta pull her away for a minute." Chris’s voice was deep and intimidating. he grasped her wrist, firm and nearly bruising. Before even hearing an answer from either of them, he rushed her to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
...
She was pushed up against the door in a second, his head anchored right next to her ear, whispering absolute filth.
" Why are you acting like you don't have a man, hm? You just gotta go around acting like a fucking slut, right?" His hand roughly dove underneath her skirt, finding absolutely nothing covering her cunt.
" You really are a fucking slut ____" he let out in a low groan, his fingers continuing to jack hammer into her cunt.
"N-no, Chris, I'm not, I promise," her hand clawing at his back, trying to stop herself from rubbing her swollen clit.
The room became hot, sticky, and full of sex, pure fucking sex. He loved treating her like this, like his own personal toy.
He rutted against her thigh ruthlessly, trying to release the buildup of cum in his swollen cock from hearing his fingers thwop from her slick. eyebrows knitted together, and eyes lidded in bliss
" get on yer knees _____" He let his hand fall out of her sopping wet cunt. His eyes were empty, and they looked down at her in complete lust and desperation
"W-what?" Her mind was scrambled trying to register.
"Get on—" his hand landed on her shoulder, pushing her onto the ground, "your fucking knees".
Could u write one about Chris using the shower head on reader? Super rough
Steam filled the shower as Chris pins you against the tiled wall, his strong hands gripping your wrists above your head. Water cascades over your naked bodies, but he snatched the detachable showerhead, cranking it to the strongest pulse setting ❝Hold still,❞ he growls, forcing your legs apart with his knee.
He aims the jet directly at your clit, the relentless pressure making you buck and cry out. The water hits your swollen clit with the intense vibrations shooting through your core. Chris laughs darkly, pressing harder, the stream invading your pussy, teasing your entrance without mercy. Your hips jerked wildly, but he holds you firm.
❝Fuck, you're a mess,❞ he snarls, twisting the head to circle your throbbing bundle of nerves. Pain and pleasure blurred as you screamed, body convulsing. He doesn't stop until you are shattered, gushing against the torrent and his cock throbbing against your thigh, ready for so much more.
hi again sorry for making a lot requests but i would love to see how dealer!chris would react if he woke up in the middle of the night and bambi wasn’t in bed like this this request with older!matt and bunny.
chris would wake with a jolt, chest tight the second he realized you weren’t in bed, your warmth gone. groggy, he’d squint through the dark, hoodie rumpled, heart hammering, hands reaching for sheets that felt empty. ❝bambi?❞ he’d murmur, voice low and worried, toes brushing cold floor as he searches.
he finds you in the bathroom, just peeing, cheeks pink and embarrassed. ❝why are you peeing?❞ he blurts, still panicked. ❝because i need to, duh❞ you giggle, shrugging. he kneels beside you anyway, holding your hand, thumb brushing over yours. ❝you scared me so much i thought something happened❞ he murmurs, voice softening.
you can’t help giggling at him, the panic still written all over his face. ❝i’m fine, silly❞ you say. ❝not fine, brat❞ he murmurs, squeezing your hand gently. ❝i’m making sure you’re okay while you pee❞ he adds, eyes softening, lips quirking in a half-smile despite his lingering worry.
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