#me: I thought you said you'll work extra hard to the point you get flustered?
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3some with johnny you say.. sosaa listen to me on a poly relationship with them😵💫johnny is such a pillow princess alright, it's difficult for him to take charge anyway, and he just so badly wants you & gyro to coddle him and make him feel good... gyro fucking you and making johnny watch, telling him "keep her head in your lap, baby~ be a good boy f'me and we'll fuck you like this next" SATIATE ME RN PLEASE !! both you and johnny just wanna be bred by your silly big dick bf and it makes you both turn so good and sweet for him<3
rekha............ REKHA.
OH MY DAYSSSSS DO YOU KNOW HOW THIS MADE ME FEEL? YOU MUST KNOW HOW THIS WOULD HAVE MADE ME FEEL IF U SENT THIS IN???? i wish you could have seen my face when i read this half asleep!!! it took me all mf day to get back to this and i deeply apologize for it but now that i'm settled?????? oh gosh. clit doing the hippity hop all over again :( let's get into ITTTTTT. minors do not interact!
this is..... is one of the best, most indulging, delicious, entertaining, moan-producing, feet-wiggling, back arching thirsts i have received and i am STILL struggling to gather my thoughts🥴 bisexual johnny but only for gyro is canon because we are all in a mf poly relationship !!!!!!!!!!!!! i love my boyfies and they love me <3 ugh this LITTLE PIECE OF DIALOGUE THAT YOU'VE WRITTEN HAS ME GOING INSANNEEE!!! gyro calling a johnny a GOOD BOY? oh yes. YESS HE WILL BLUSH SO HARD AND LOOK AWAY BUT HE FUCKING LOVES IT. and i haven't quite gotten to the part where they talk about his family life but because of my growing obsession with him and gyro, i read up on some stuff (without spoiling too much) and i see he had some problems at home and a strained relationship with his dad 🥺 UGH MY POOR BOY! so i think gyro calling him a good boy and offering him something he wants will truly stun him and he'll freeze up, because a pet name like that, being referred to as a good boy when he's been hating and beating himself up for most of his life, will touch / heal something deep inside of him :( and even though he won't admit it, he is willing to do anything to have gyro-- or us-- to call him a good boy.
i didn't mean to get that analytical and solemn but i just had to mention that LMAO ANYWAY, back to the main point here. when you said both me AND johnny just want to be good for our silly, big dick boyfriend so he can breed us both AHHHFHDHFHSDHFSH I LITERALLY SCREAMED BECAUSE THAT IS SO REAL OF US ! me and johnny both pillow princesses too but i definitely don't mind putting in some extra work for my boys from time to time <3 just as long as they return the amount of pleasure threefold 😊 i'll coddle my baby johnny as much as he likes, and just watch him get so flustered but still put on a tough exterior and be smooth about it. like when it's time to sleep at night, it'll be like a sandwich situation and me and him alternate on being in the middle, cause sometimes i'll just hold him against my titties so he can use them as a pillow and just rub on his head softly and then gyro is the big spoon holding us both close to him 🥹 alright wait because now i'm thinking of specific scenario:
thinking about it's late at night and we're not wearing any long pants, we had already dozed off to johnny gently caressing up and down our bare thigh and gyro's big hand rubbing our pudgy tummy and it's just so peaceful. the moonlight shining against our skin, the feeling and sensation of being pressed up against them is making something akin to desire to stirs in the pit of their stomachs. although johnny tries to ignore it—by snuggling closer into your boobs and holding pulling our thigh over his slim waist—gyro let's his impulses take over because he knows he won't be able to sleep if he doesn't resolve this issue. and he knew johnny was already awake so why not confide in his special, pretty girl and his special pretty boy for some relief? you'll know it'll help us both, he says to johnny with only his eyes and a growing, sly grin.
next thing we know, gyro has us bent over into the prettiest arch, our panties clutched and dangling in between the glistening, golden grillz in his mouth. while we're bent over, our face rests in johnny's lap, his own cock up freed from its cloth confines and standing up at attention, twitching violently with each puff of breath from our mouths, each kitten lick, lewd suck down his entire shaft, or a graze of our finger. one of his hands is supporting our head upright, the other is on the back of our head, guiding us up and down his cock whenever we end up engulfing his entire length into our mouths. the clapping sound of gyro's hips against the fat of our ass, the noises of us gagging and gargling all over johnny's dick the sound of our and johnny's moans, along with gyro's groans + cursing?! omgggg it's obscene and it smells like sex, gyro's signature musk, and the special, sweet-smelling soap we use to bath ourselves and it only collectively turns everyone on with each passing moment. johnny had to gather the willpower to stop himself from cumming too early at least three times because his crystalline blue eyes were laser focused on the ripples on our ass cheeks whenever gyro plunged his cock into us or tugged on our hair a bit to deepen our arch or force us to look at him. you two were so . . . . tantalizing it drove him insane, which caused him tighten his grip on us and did all he could to thrust his hips into our mouth to fuck our poor throat.
gyro sees this and that startling grin of his only widens, if possible, and lets out throaty, guttural chuckle that sends a chill up johnny's spine, his dick twitching in your mouth, and causes us to tighten around gyro. we couldn't seem to fathom how a short laugh could be so attractive but both of our minds were too far gone, too deep in the never-ending abyss of pleasure that we were giving each other. gyro pushed the long, ashy blonde locks that fell from his hair tie from his face with one hand, and the sight alone almost proved to be too much for him, feeling his body increase exponentially in temperature and the need to cum down your throat was all-consuming. "aw, look at you. you're doing so good, f'r me baby boy, so fucking good. keep fucking her throat just like that—yeah, there you fucking go. good boy." leaning closer to johnny, gyro planted one arm on the bed to support his weight, all without missing a beat in his hips. in fact, this only made him able to reach the furthest depths our cunt and we mewl loudly in pleasure, gripping the sheets of the bed.
with gyro's face now hovering in front of johnny's, the older man spoke again, "i saw you watching before. you want next baby? wanna get fucked like a whore too? hmm? i know you do, and i'ma give to you. . . real good." with each word he purred, his voice got lower and huskier, grunts paired with every letter he uttered. johnny cursed the man in his mind for being so goddamn sexy, but the only thing that came out his mouth was a moan of our and gyro's name from behind gritted teeth, and a long, drawn out, "fuck, yes!" to gyro's question as he came into our mouth, spare droplets of his seed dribbling and leaking from the sides of our mouth, while we attempt to swallow the rest of it. the long haired man could only smirk to himself at seeing his pretty babies enjoy themselves so much. not long after that, the positions were switched and it was now johnny who had his face in between your plump thighs, slurping and licking the slick from our puffy pussy lips. we would hide every time his nose bumped pleasurably against our clit and his low moans against our sex caused by gyro’s deep, rough thrusts into johnny’s pink puckered hole. we were very happy to both get violated by our goofy boyfriend’s fat dick <3
#me scratching at a bug bite on my leg as i wrote this#LMFOAOSOS SORRY I HAD TO#anyways yes i love johnny dearly#i loveeeeee gyro very much as well and am holding him close#im actually shocked and a little embarrassed i let myself get so carried away…#….and i wrote this. ME? HOW DID I EVEN DO THIS😭😭😭#i just started sbr a few days ago and i wrote THIS? gosh….#this may be long but i also feel like it’s horribly written 💔#anywho i hope you like 🥲#🍫—asks!#shoyoist#jojo’s bizarre adventure#jjba part 7#jjba x reader
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Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 10
Word Count: 5,487
POV: Reader then changes to Sid
Warnings: Language
Notes: This is fluf again, but I think we’re getting a little closer to the smut...haha. Sorry this chapter is a little long. Happy Reading!!! As always feedback is welcome!
Not So Dangerous Liaison Masterlist
READER'S POV
It felt like the last twenty-four hours hadn't really existed. One minute you were celebrating with the team that you were going to the Stanley Cup finals and the next, you were waking up laying on top of Sidney. As if that wasn't enough, you'd actually agreed to go out with him. What were you actually thinking? You shouldn't be mixing business and pleasure. There was part of you that was screaming that you were becoming everything that Christian had said that night in DC. Your rational side told you that things with Sid weren't like that, that he genuinely cared about you.
It was in the way he held you when the elevator stopped and the lights when out. The way he came running after you, after your encounter with Christian, and also the way he talked to you into staying and working for the team. All those things added up and showed you just how much he really cared for you. The problem was you didn't want to be a distraction right now for him. It was your job, to help these guys not make think about bringing you flowers and taking you on a date, especially not at a time when he needed to solely be focusing on hockey.
Though you couldn't help remembering the feel of his fingers as they ran up and down your arm this morning, or the way he smelled as your head lay on his chest. Just the thought of it all gave you butterflies. Butterflies that you shouldn't be having; you told yourself. You needed to focus on the team, just like Sid needed to focus on hockey. The only thing you could do was immerse yourself in work. Of course, you were at every practice, just like always, but you took extra time making sure the guys had everything they needed. When you weren't at the rink you were planning ahead for when you were in San Jose. Coach Sullivan had approached you that afternoon about doing an outdoor workout again. So, you were busy getting that set up for when you were in California.
You also took extra time making up care packages for all the teams' families that would be coming in for the game. They weren't staying at the same hotel as you guys, but you did know where the arrangements had been made and you wanted to make sure that they knew they could reach out to you as well. That was the whole point of this job.
The first home game against the Sharks, the Pens were on fire and while Sid didn't have a goal, he did have an assist. After the game, Sid did a bunch of interviews and was the last one to leave the locker room. You were finishing up a few things in your office when he stood in the doorway. "I thought you'd still be here."
"Oh, really, and what made you think that?"
"Because you take this job as seriously as I do." Well, maybe not quite that much. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car." You gathered up a few folders you needed to take home and your coat and headed out the door with Sid. The hallways were somewhat bare, as most of the players had already left. The garage was eerily quiet and you were glad Sid was with you. He walked you down to your car which was parked a lot further away than his, but then he was the star of the team.
"Nice game tonight." You told him when you finally got to the vehicle.
"Thanks, I could've been a little better, but at least we got the win." He rubbed the back of his neck and you couldn't tell if it was just sore from a hit that had happened in the second or if he was stalling for more time with you.
"Your neck ok? I saw that hit. It was kind of jarring."
"What? Oh…uh ya. It's a little sore." He brought his arm down then and put his hands in his pockets.
"Can I?" You'd been told you were pretty good at giving massages and you really just wanted to help him out. He turned around then. Thank god you were wearing your heels. You were still a couple inches shorter than Sid, but it made massaging his neck a little easier. You slid your fingers into the chords of his neck muscles and could feel the tension there. "Damn Sid, didn't you have Chris look at this before you left?"
He sighed as you hit a particular spot and the knot worked out. "I was too busy with interviews." You circled your thumbs down at the base and felt some of the tension leave him. His shoulders could use some work, but it was a little hard to get to them through this suit.
"Well make sure you get to the rink early tomorrow, so he can squeeze you in before practice."
He twisted around; your hand falling away as he turned. "If he can't, I'll just come over to your office." He said with a wink. You were starting to wonder how bad his neck actually hurt. Shaking your head, you opened your car door to leave.
"Thanks for walking me to the car. Now go get some rest."
"Trying to get me into bed, eh? And we haven't even had our first date." That damn crooked smile of his came out and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him until the sun came up.
Instead, you told him, "Oh you'll know when I'm trying to get you into bed." For added effect, you went up on your toes and whispered into his ear. "And you may not want to leave once I have you there." You pulled back to a see his jaw go slack. "Goodnight Sidney." With that, you ducked into the car and headed home.
The next two days were a whirlwind. You were getting everything ready for the game the next night while trying to prep everything for the away trip as well. Coach Sullivan had decided that it would be easier to just fly out to San Jose right after game two; so you also needed to pack as well. Suitcase packed, you threw it in the car and headed to the arena. The Pens fans came out in full support of their team, covering the seats in a sea of gold, towels waving nonstop. The guys played their hearts out and ended up coming away with a win in overtime. Everyone was exhausted as you headed on the plane, and while you normally sat with Beau; you decided to head to the back and get some sleep.
Horny had the very last seat behind you and was fast asleep before the plane even took off. Your nerves still got the best of you during takeoff, so you waited until the captain stated it was ok to turn on your devices before grabbing your travel blanket and pillow and curling up in the seat. You were just about to close your eyes when you heard. "Is this seat taken?"
You looked up to see Sid, already sitting down beside you. "No, but then I think you knew that." Sid just simply shrugged. "Why aren't you sitting up there with Flower?"
"He's sleeping." Funny, you'd plan on doing the same until a moment ago. "And he's not near as pretty to look at when he's asleep as you are."
"Shhh." You chided him as you looked to see who was seated in front of you. Thankfully it was just Dana Heinze and he was out like a light.
He leaned over then and whispered in your ear. "Why can't I say how pretty you are when you sleep? I love how your lashes lay against your cheek and you have the cutest little…"
"Sid," you said, a blush staining your cheeks. "You shouldn't be saying those things. Especially here." That crooked smirk came out again, and you just shook your head at him as he muttered fine. "Now is there something you need help with, or are you just tormenting me since everyone else is sleeping."
"Well, I wouldn't call it tormenting?" You giggled softly, you wouldn't necessarily call it that either, but you liked making him flustered. "Can you massage my neck again? We didn't really have time after the game." You looked across the aisle and saw a couple of the trainers chatting, and knew he could've asked one of them, but who were you to argue.
"Turn sideways." He had shed his jacket once you were on the plane, so it was a bit easier to rub his shoulders this time. His neck did feel tight, but not as bad as the other night, so you were pretty sure this was just his way of flirting with you. He slowly relaxed under your hands as you massaged him for a good ten to fifteen minutes. "Better?"
"Mmm," he hummed out, turning so he could recline in the seat beside you.
"Anything else you need?"
"Some of your blanket. It's freezing back here." It was always cold on the plane, so you learned early to bring a small throw.
"Don't you have a seat, that's missing you? Like I'm pretty sure I heard that you always sit in that seat for luck." It was just another one of his superstitions, but you actually thought they were kind of cute.
"I did sit in it, and now I'm sitting the rest of the way with you. Now fork over some blanket, so we can get some sleep." You just shook your head at him and spread the blanket between the two. "If you come over this way, we'd both have more." You scooted to his side instead of leaning against the window.
"There, now go to sleep." You shut your eyes when you felt his knuckles brush across the back of your hand. His fingers lightly caressed your skin, before lacing his hand with yours. It was so incredibly sweet, yet you found yourself asking. "This doesn't seem like business as usual?" referring to the fact that he was not supposed to be pursuing you until after the playoffs were over.
"Maybe it's going to be from now on. Now be quiet so I can go to sleep." He shut his eyes, but a huge grin was spread across his face. You closed yours as well and tried not to think about the man next to you. You weren't doing anything but holding his hand under a blanket, yet it felt so intimate, and you hoped no one would notice. It took a few minutes before the motion of the plane lulled you to slumber.
When you woke up, your head was resting on Sidney's shoulder and his was leaning down on yours. You could only imagine the picture that the two of you painted. The plane was still quiet, as it seemed most people were still asleep. His hand was still interlaced into yours and you took a moment to just breathe in his scent and cherish this moment. You knew you couldn't stay like that for fear of someone seeing the two of you. The small pillow you brought was on the other side of you, and you grabbed it to prop Sid's head on as you carefully extracted yourself. Luckily, he slept on.
A quick check of your phone showed you were only about thirty minutes from landing, so you expected everyone to be waking up soon. You tried to unlace your fingers from Sid's but even in sleep, he wasn't having it. As much as you were trying to keep it business, you couldn't help but smile sitting there holding his hand. You took a moment to just look at him as he slept, even though it was dark and hard to make out some of his features. He looked so peaceful and so carefree in sleep, and you wondered if he ever let go this much when he was awake.
You weren't sure how long you sat there gazing at Sid, thinking about what it would be like to wake up in his arms again, but all too soon the captain came on and told everyone to fasten their seatbelts as you would be landing shortly. Most of the guys woke up, but Sid just slept on. Gently, you rubbed his bicep, the one that was still holding your hand. "Sid, time to wake up."
His head tilted over to you, and he whispered low. "Mmm, I know. Just wanted to see if you'd kiss me awake." You shoved his shoulder then.
"How's that instead?" He just chuckled at you, and you had a feeling he'd been awake a lot longer than he was letting on. "You can go back to your seat anytime now." You teased.
"Nope. You're stuck with me until we land."
"Fine, but I'm stealing my blanket back."
Sid stopped you. "You might not want to do that, as I don't plan on letting go until we land." He squeezed your locked hands.
"Seriously, what am I going to do with you?"
"I have a few ideas," he muttered raising his eyebrows suggestively at you, to which you just rolled your eyes. Thankfully, the stewardess came by checking your seatbelts and effectively changing the subject.
The two of you made small talk the remainder for the flight. Sid did finally let your hand go before heading off the plane.
SID'S POV
The next couple of days were filled with practices and watching films. There was really wasn't any time that you got to spend with (Y/N) alone or even semi-alone for that matter. While the team was off watching endless hours of tapes, she would head over to the hotel where all the families were staying and make sure everyone there was fine. The only reason you knew this was because of your mom. She mentioned that she ran into (Y/N) in the lobby and how she was checking on everyone.
Your mom also mentioned how (Y/N) had done gift baskets for everyone and how that someone should snatch that girl up. Of course, she was insinuating that someone should be you, to which you simply told her you were trying. That comment led to a whole conversation about what you should be doing to win her over. You took in all her advice but thought you were pretty much on the right track at the moment. You just needed to win the cup and then (Y/N)'s heart. The fact that you lost game three, didn't help your endeavor in either case.
The following day, coach had you all train at the beach again. Which of course, (Y/N) had made all the arrangements for. It was again the pick me up the team needed and helped you to a game four win. As you headed back to Pittsburgh, you knew everyone had one thing on their mind and that was to win and to do it at home. Tensions were high, the entire flight home and all into game five. You felt the pressure pouring down on you, from everywhere; the team, the fans, the city, even your family, everyone but (Y/N). You'd pass her in the hall and she would always send you a reassuring smile. One time you waited to walk her to her car like you did before. She held your hand the entire time and refused to talk about hockey, trying to take your mind off of everything. Unfortunately, it didn't help and the team lost its chances of winning at home in game 5.
As you headed back to San Jose, (Y/N) took the seat way in the back again. She must have sensed you needed some time with her. It was a morning flight, so you couldn't really cuddle up with her as you had previously. "Are you doing ok?" She asked.
"Yeah," you breathed out. "It's a lot but I know we're going to get it this time."
She smiled over at you, totally agreeing with your statement. "You will." She stated simply. "So, let's focus on something else. I think you have enough hockey on your mind for three seasons at the moment."
"True. How about we talk about where you want to go on our date?"
While she shook her head at you, a becoming blush started to creep onto her cheeks. "Sid, we're not supposed to be talking about that until after this is all over."
"I thought you were going to take my mind off of hockey?" It was a cheap tactic, but one you used to your advantage.
She side-eyed you before giving her reply. "Point taken. Where would you like to go?"
"Well, I have a few thoughts." You said with a suggestive raise of your brow.
"Sid," she whisper yelled at you.
"What? I was thinking of that cute little restaurant on Mount Washington and then maybe ice cream afterward." You didn't point out that you wanted to lick the ice cream off of her body.
"Yeah, sure you did." The rest of the way you talked about anything and everything, well except hockey. By the time the plane landed, you were feeling good about the game and your upcoming date. Which hopefully would be taking place soon.
Game six was intense. Halfway into the first Dumo put you on the board, and you could almost taste the champagne coming out of the cup. The Sharks rallied though in the second as Couture, put one in the back of the net. Not a minute later, you got the puck on a pass from Shears. You weighed your options as you dangled the puck back and forth, finally flipping it over to Tanger who slapped into the net for you guys to take the lead. The rush was amazing, and you couldn't help but wonder if (Y/N) saw that; knowing, of course, she probably did.
Minutes ticked by and it seemed like the slowest third period you'd ever played in your life, but with every passing one, it put your closer to winning. Finally, you were down to a little over a minute in the third, you were able to steal the puck away from the Sharks and pass it on to Horny who threw it into the empty net, sealing your fate as the new Stanley Cup Champs. The bench erupted and it took everything in Coach Sullivan's power to settle everyone down for the few seconds. You stayed out on the ice and when the buzzer sounded gloves and sticks were thrown in the air. The crowd was somber, nothing like if you'd had been in Pittsburgh, but it didn't matter. Everyone piled on top of each other to celebrate and as you emerged from the pile your eyes scanned the bench looking for (Y/N), yet she wasn't there.
Handshakes commenced; a tradition long upheld at the end of a playoff series. It was only after, as you still celebrated with your teammates that you saw her, standing in the back, waiting with some of the other staff members to watch you receive the Stanley Cup. Her smile was brighter than the sun and while you knew you had a perma-grin plastered on, yours grew wider just looking at her. You were awarded the Conn-Smythe trophy and you were able to hear her say congratulations when you skated it back for someone to take back to the locker room for you. It wasn't enough, but it would have to do for now.
The Stanley Cup presentation took place next, and you raised it above your head, cheering and skating around the ice. You passed the trophy off and quickly had microphones shoved in your face, giving a few quick interviews as it was passed from player to player. Finally, it was time for the team photo and you saw Mario drag her out on the ice. You knew she didn't feel as though she should be there, but you were glad she was. As soon as the was over, everyone's families crowd out to congratulate them. Your parents and sister were right there in the front and after a few pictures with the cup and them, you skated around joining in the celebration. Over to your left, Anna had her legs wrapped around Geno, the two sharing a passionate kiss, and to your right, you saw Vero and Flower doing the same. It was then you realized how incomplete the cup win actually was. Oh, you were still thrilled that you'd won your second championship; it just finally hit you that it would've been so much better to celebrate it with (Y/N). You wanted her legs wrapped around you, kissing you senseless, and pictures with just the two of you and the cup. You vowed right then and there that you'd win another one, just so that you could have a moment like that with her.
You spotted her then. She was standing off to the side with Tanger's son Alex, crouched down low talking to him about everything that was going on. You skated over to him, lowering yourself to his level as well. "Hey bud, are you excited?"
He shook his little head. "Uncle Sid, Nous avons gagne la coupe!"
"Yes we did, win the cup, Alex."
"He was teaching me how to say it in French, weren't you Alex?"
"Oui." You scooped him up in your arms then, for even as excited as he was, you could see that the late-night was taking a toll on him.
"I was just watching him for a minute, while Kris and Catherine had an interview or something." Alex rested his little hard on your shoulder and (Y/N) moved closer to the two of you to brush his hair out of his face. "Are you sleepy buddy?" He reached out his hand for (Y/N) to take him.
"What, Uncle Sid is no good now or what?" You teased the toddler.
"She sings better than you, Uncle Sid."
You handed the boy over, and he wiggled around in (Y/N)'s arms trying to get comfortable. The problem was you were all still on the ice, only (Y/N) was still in heels. You reached around to support her more until Alex finally determine what obviously was the place he wanted to rest his little head, her breasts.
Things winded down on the ice and everyone moved back to the locker room. You waited until almost everyone was back there, then brought the cup in. Everyone was cheering, champagne was flowing everywhere, in the air, in the cup; it was complete chaos in the best sense. You were soaked head to toe in some form of alcohol. After pouring several bottles into Lord Stanley's Cup, you took a drink then held it up for your teammates, coaches, and staff. Eventually, Tanger and Flower coax (Y/N) over to partake as well. You tried to pour as little as possible but of course, it ended up all over her just like it was everyone else. She was just as soaked as everyone else.
The team partied in the locker room for a couple hours, then headed back to the hotel. As the captain, you were entitled to keep the cup for the night, so you carried it into your room and set down next to all the things (Y/N) had put in your room for this trip. You still really hadn't gotten to celebrate with just her, you'd only had that brief moment with her and Alex. Pulling out your phone, you shot her a quick text. If you have a sec, can you come down here? You didn't have to tell her where for you knew she'd assigned the rooms and would know where you were staying. Be down in a minute. She sent back.
About five minutes later there was a knock on your door. "Everything ok?"
You opened the door for her to come in, then shut it behind her. Her hair was slightly damp, probably after the shower she'd just taken to get the alcohol off, and she had an oversized Pens Championship t-shirt, the same as you, and a pair of leggings on. She looked adorable and sexy at the same time, a combination that wreaked havoc on your senses. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
"When you text me, I thought something happened with the cup and you needed me to find fairies with little metal hammers to take the dents out."
That caused both of you to laugh. "Fairies, really (Y/N)?"
She simply lifted her shoulder in a shrug. "With a trophy this old, you never know. Anyway, what did you need?"
"Oh, well I just realized something."
When you paused a second, she asked. "What's that?"
"Just that I haven't got to celebrate the win with you at all tonight." A sweet little smile graced her face.
"We celebrated in the locker room." She countered.
"Yeah, that wasn't what I meant." You took a step closer to her, now only inches separating the two of you. "There's been something I've wanted to do all night."
"And what's that?"
"This," you stated as you closed the gap between you, capturing her chin between your thumb and index finger, before closing your lips over hers. She was taken back for only a second, and then her hands slid up around your neck and she pressed her body to yours. You took possession of her mouth then, your tongue sweeping in and swirling with hers. Kissing (Y/N) was everything you had dreamed; your only regret was that you hadn't done it sooner. She was soft and pliant under your hands, as you skated them down her back. Her mouth molded to yours, as she returned the kiss.
When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing heavily. You rested your forehead on hers, cherishing the moment for a minute longer. "That was…" she sighed out, eyes still closed.
"Perfect," you told her and hoped she felt the same way.
"Yeah."
"So…I was thinking?" You pulled back to look at her.
"Then we must not have been doing it right." A light laugh escaped your lips.
"I was thinking of this before we did that." She raised her eyebrows at you. "Stay with me tonight?"
"Uh…um…" she sputtered out.
"Hear me out, before you answer." You quickly continued before she could protest. "Tonight has been perfect; everything about it. There's only one thing that could make it better and that's spending it with you in my arms." You felt her sigh before you actually heard it, and you weren't sure if it was one of acquiescence or rejection. "I just want to hold you, like I did that night at my house. Nothing more…not yet at least." She blushed then and you may have as well.
"But Sid, what if someone sees us?"
"No one will care (Y/N). Besides, they'll eventually find out, once I officially get to take you on a date."
She closed her eyes again, shielding you from her thoughts. Your hand rubbed circles on her hip, coaxing her to say yes. "Ok," she softly whispered.
Her agreement was like winning the Stanley Cup all over again, and you dropped a swift peck to her lips. "By the way, this looks good on you." You tugged at her shirt pulling her towards the bed before she changed her mind.
"It's a bit big."
"I have some pants that would go with it." You told her referring to the ones she wore when she was at your house.
"Oh my god, I still have them." Her face turned a delicious shade of red.
"Keep them. I have a feeling I might need them for when I stay over at your place."
"You seem pretty confident, about that happening, Mr. Crosby." She playfully swatted at your chest, before spinning around to turn down the bed, shimming out of her leggings before climbing in.
"I'd say hopefully optimistic." She crawled into the bed, scooting over to the other side, while you shucked off your identical t-shirt and shed your sweats so that you were only clad in a pair of boxers. You were under the covers before she even knew you had discarded the clothing.
"Hmm, maybe I should sleep on top of the covers." You gave her a questioning look. "Can't have you getting overconfident." All you could do was shake your head and pull her close; her head resting on your chest, just as it had days ago. She still fit perfectly in your arms, and you took a moment to appreciate everything you had at that moment. "This is nice, just you, me, and that big silver trophy. You played a hell of a game Sid."
"Thanks, but it wasn't just me."
She propped her chin up on her hand to look at you. "There are no cameras at the moment, take the compliment."
"Only if it comes with a kiss." She leaned over then, her lips hovering above yours for the briefest moment before they gently caressed yours. She sucked on your bottom lip, before sweeping her tongue in and stealing your breath away. You moved your bodies so that you were both laying on your sides, as your hands roamed over her hips and back. You deepened the kiss even more, and she moaned into your mouth, the sound causing your cock to stiffen. It would be so easy to just slide her onto her back, coax her out of her shirt and make love to her. However, you'd all but promised her you wouldn't go that far; so you found yourself pulling away from the kiss earlier than either of you liked. You rolled onto your back, pulling her so that half her body was on top of you. "We should sleep before this goes any further."
She planted a kiss on your chest and you returned it with one to the top of her head. It wasn't long before both of you were fast asleep. Sunlight stole through the curtains causing you to wake up. (Y/N) still lay sleeping on your chest. It was around eight in the morning and you knew everyone would be getting up soon and meeting for breakfast, before heading back to Pittsburgh. You hated that you had to wake her, yet it couldn't be helped. "(Y/N)," you whispered lightly shaking her, then rubbing your hands across her back. "Baby, it's time to get up."
She moaned slightly, still in a sleep fog. "Mmm, did you just call me baby?"
"Um…maybe?" You hadn't realized you'd let the term of endearment fall from your lips. "Is that ok?"
"Mmm…" Every time the light hum slipped out of her lips it elicited wicked thoughts from you. "Yeah…I kind of like it."
You kissed her nose then. "Good, because I have a feeling, I'm going to use it more often." Your lips dropped down to hers then, stealing a kiss.
She pulled back too quickly for your liking. "I should go."
"I can't wait until you don't have to." She giggled then, before squirming out of your arms and out of bed. "I'll meet you down at breakfast then?"
"Yeah, I'll be down as soon as I pack." She tossed her leggings back on, before throwing her hair in some type of messy bun. You got up and reached for her, pressing her close to you.
"Let me make sure no one is in the hall first." You didn't release her though, instead, you kissed her again, letting your mouth worship hers one last time before having to pretend there was nothing going on between you. "You know next season; you're going to have to make our rooms next to each other."
"Oh really?"
"Mmmhmm, better yet they should be adjoining. I'll be sure to put it on my paper so you remember." She just laughed and shook her head at you. "Wait, I have an even better idea." She pulled back, to get a better look at your face. "We can just share a room; it would save the team money."
"You'd be sick of me."
"Never," you answered before kissing her again.
"I better go." You released her, before opening the door to check and see if anyone was in the hall.
"All clear. I'll see you in a bit." She went to leave, and you pulled her back one last time for a quick kiss before she headed down the hall and back to her room. The last twenty-four hour had been the best of your life and you had a feeling they were only going to get better from here on out.
#Not So Dangerous Liaison Series#Sidney Crosby#sidney crosby imagine#nhl imagines#nhl imagine#nhl fanfic#hockey imagine#hockey imagines#hockey fanfiction#Pittsburgh Penguins fanfiction#Pittsburgh Penguins imagine#Pittsburgh Penguins imagines#pittsburgh penguins
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Pro-Hero Lingerie Pt.2
Summary: Continuation of PART 1
Words: 2,316
Warning: Semi-Lemon Headcanons/Mini scenarios
Author's Note: I recently received a lot of asks for more characters so I just decided to combine them into a part 2. I should have included All Might and Sero in this but I'm not going to go back and delete the posts I already made just to make a new one.
Suneater
Tamaki wasn't the most outgoing person, in the beginning of your relationship, but he did what he thought would make you happy. The more you two were together, the more he came out of his shell and didn't get flustered easily. In fact, it's gotten to the point where Tamaki can take control in the bedroom, making you realize how sexy he can be when he's dominant. However, you missed hearing his stutters and shyness so from this release, you hoped to hear them again.
→ What it looks like: It's a cute purple lace romper with a plunging neckline. The part covering your breasts is lace detail and the detail stops where the plunging neckline stops. From there, a small black ribbon with a bow separates the top from the bottom. The bottom half of the neckline is a see-through mesh that is flowy against your thighs. The back is crisscrossed with the adjustable straps in a keyhole detail.
You rushed home, knowing that Tamaki was on his way home too and you hoped to beat him there so you can surprise him. Sighing in relief, you were the first one home and you hurried to go get changed in the bedroom. Just as you were slipping the on the lingerie, you heard the door open.
→ His reaction: "(Y/n)! I'm home!" Tamaki called out to you cheerfully. "Welcome home! Can you come help me in the bedroom?" He hears you call out to him in response and he starts to walk towards the bedroom. "Are you ok- o-oh." He stops and stares as you sit on the edge of the bed innocently looking at him with your head tilted. There's that shyness. Standing up, you walk towards him and grin, watching that blush start to grow on his cheeks.
You lean up and kiss his cheek softly. "Do you like it? I dressed up for you, Tamaki~" You purr up at him, staring into his eyes. Tamaki gulps and nods, his hands shaking as they move to the bottom of the romper, rubbing your thighs through the mesh. "I love it...are you trying to t-tease me, (Y/n)?" His eyes darken slightly and you bite your lip trying to savor what control you had left. You shake your head innocently, moving to run your hands down his chest. Suddenly, Tamaki grabbed your hands and pinned them behind your back, forcing your chest out. "T-that's not playing fair, sunshine. You said you needed help, but since you're not playing fair, I don't think I should either."
Shinsou
It was early in the morning when you heard about the release. Shinsou was laying next to you breathing softly, the warm rays of sunlight entering through the cracks of the blinds. You were happy to see him finally able to sleep soundly, something he never did when he was a hero in training. The hard work he put in made him both physically and emotionally tired making him sometimes sleep in later than you. Today was the day you two both had a day off together, so you were excited to spend time with him. Although hearing about this release, you thought it would be fun to surprise him when he wakes up. Slipping the covers off, you slowly get out of bed to get changed to leave and buy the lingerie.
→ What it looks like: It's a three-piece set. this first piece is a black satin underwire bra with a little purple bow in the center. The second piece is a black panty with lace detail adorning the front, teasing what is underneath, with another little purple bow at the top. The last part of the lingerie is the garter belt stocking fishnets. The top of the fishnets have the same lace detail as the panty with the little purple bow in the middle of each one.
Picking up the set, you hurry and check out hoping that Shinsou is still asleep. You carefully open the door and close it behind you, not hearing any noise in the kitchen. Sighing in relief, you tiptoe down the hall and peek your head in the bedroom seeing Shinsou still sleeping soundly, hugging a pillow to his chest. You smile and head to the bathroom to change before heading back to the kitchen to surprise Shinsou with breakfast.
→ His reaction: Shinsou woke up to the delicious aroma of bacon, eggs, and coffee. With his eyes still closed, he turned on his back and yawned deeply, stretching his arms and legs to rid himself of drowsiness. "Good morning, Hitoshi~" He heard you sing entering the room. "Good mor-" Shinsou had opened his eyes when he replied but stopped, seeing you place a platter of food and coffee on the nightstand. In that.
Shinsou sits up in bed and smirks as his eyes trail over your body slowly. "Oh? What do I owe for the room service?" Pretending to think, you walk over to the edge of the bed, kneeling on it as you begin to crawl towards him. "Hmm...do you like your surprise?" Shinsou watched you intently as you straddled his hips, the small smirk on his face making heat grow in your stomach. Your arms come to wrap around his neck as his hands come to trace along the garter belt, his fingers teasing under the straps. Shinsou hums and leans in to kiss your neck up to your ear. "Surprise? This is such a naughty way to wake me up, (Y/n). Am I awake? Looks like I need to make sure I'm not dreaming."
Eraserhead
You were at home waiting for Aizawa to get back from UA when you heard about the release. Surprisingly enough, Aizawa still worked as a teacher and with every new year, students came in with such strong quirks and great pro-hero potential, that you haven't seen him much lately. Especially lately with The Provisional License Exams coming up, he's been extra stressed out trying to get his class ready. Deciding to surprise him at the school and help him relieve some stress, you go to pick up the lingerie.
→ What it looks like: It's a black two-piece set. The top is a caged bra with a high neck top and an open net-front. The bottom is a mini garter skirt with a criss-cross opened detail at the hip. The piece also comes with matching thigh-high fishnet stockings to clip to the garter skirt.
The lingerie had a mature vibe to it and you knew Aizawa would be pleased. You stopped home to change into the piece, hiding the surprise under a trenchcoat. You were about to walk out the door when you pass the collar, handcuffs, and cat ears that were apart of his sex toy release. Gasping, you quickly put the collar on, and pop the collar on your trenchcoat to hide it, and place the handcuffs and cat ears in your pocket. Slipping on a pair of stilettos, you walk out the door giggling.
→ His reaction: It was late and Aizawa was still sitting at his desk shuffling through the hero intern forms, getting them ready for after the Provisional License Exam. He paused to rub the bags under his eyes, drained of today's activities. Every year the students seemed to get more and more out of control making him feel he was getting too old. He got up and stretched walking towards the door to go get a coffee from the teacher's lounge.
When you arrived, you opened the door to Aizawa's classroom and saw he was missing. Humming in confusion, you start untying the trenchcoat and toss it over one of the desks before pulling out the handcuffs and cat ears. Putting the ears on, you spin the handcuffs around your finger and walk over to Aizawa's desk, leaning against it waiting for him. On cue, Aizawa walks through the doors and stops when he sees you. Slowly and unblinking, he steps into the room and shuts the door behind him, locking it. "(Y/n)..." You pout sweetly and place the handcuffs down on his desk, strutting over to him. "Master, I came to check on you." Aizawa met you halfway as his eyes roamed your body, his hand moving to undo his shirt. He rested his hand under your thigh, just under the bottom of your mini skirt, teasingly brushing up the curve of your ass. "My little kitten...what a surprise. I should punish you for coming here dressed like that. Would you like that? Over my desk? Be a good kitty for me and maybe I'll give you a reward."
Present Mic
Being in a relationship with Yamada was nothing you ever expected. Before you were together, he tried all of his tricks to win you over, and when he finally got through to you, he personality calmed. It's been years since the two of you have been together and Yamada had just recently expressed his desire to start a family with you. It was a pleasant surprise to find that Yamada was ready to settle down, considering his loud personality. You were excited for the two of you and what better way to try than to spice things up a little?
→ What it looks like: It's a simple but sexy black bodysuit with a thong cut. The bodysuit itself is fully laced with ruffled sleeves and the fabric around the thong cut is ruffled as well. It has underwire support and wrapped around that is a yellow ribbon that has a big yellow bow between your boobs.
You had bought the lingerie earlier and you were currently waiting for Yamada to get home. The idea of starting a family with him made you nervous but excited. Looking back down at your outfit, you hoped that him seeing you like this would get him riled up. Anxious, you begin fixing your hair in the mirror.
→ His reaction: Yamada walked through the door and was about to call out to you when he stopped himself, not wanting to get into the habit of yelling if he wanted to start a family with you. He was trying to prepare himself now so he could properly take care of his future child and not cause you so much stress. Instead, he closed the front door and decided to look for you. Pushing open the bedroom door, his jaw dropped.
"(Y/n)?!" How Yamada managed to keep his voice down, you'll never know, but you jumped and whipped your head around in shock. "Oh! I wasn't expecting you to be this home early. I was going to surprise you." You bashfully held your hands behind your back. Yamada stalked toward you and tugged at the bow between your breasts. "So you're serious then? You want me?" He questioned, staring into your eyes. You nodded. "I'm serious if you're serious, Yamada. I want to start a family with you." Yamada growled and lifted you up by your ass caring you to the bed. "Prepare yourself, (Y/n). I'm going to get you pregnant."
Endeavor
When Enji took over the number one hero spot, he became even busier than before. You were proud of him, but you missed those nights when he would come home late and cuddle you until he fell asleep. Now there were some nights he didn't even come home. You were touch deprived and hurt that you two didn't see each other often. Enji was never one for words and more of an action type of guy, but you knew he was missing you too. Just the other day, he sent a huge bouquet of roses to your job, surprising you. Sighing, you glance down at your phone at the release announcement, trying to figure a way to surprise him back.
→ What it looks like: It's a two-piece set. The first and main part is a dark navy blue long mesh dress that hugs your figure with an intricate lace border detail. The dress is slit by your hips on the sides to show off your legs and a little bit of your ass, leading down to just reaching your ankles. The second piece is a simple thong that goes underneath the dress to cover yourself, however, it is optional.
You went to pick up to lingerie anyway excited by the design since you knew Enji preferred more of a classy look. Coming home, you were still thinking of a plan as you went in the bedroom to change. You could still dress up as you thought about an idea, right? Just then your phone buzzed with a text.
My Number 1: Thinking about you x
You smirk thinking of a plan.
→ His reaction: Enji sat back in his chair at the agency longing to come home to you. Yes, he was finally the number one hero, but he had someone now he wanted to take care of and spend time with. That's why he had pulled out his phone to send you a quick text that he missed you. He had just put his phone back down when it buzzed again and he picked it up excitedly.
Baby Doll: -1 image attachment-
Confused, Enji opened the text and his eyes widened in shock before he smirked, leaning back in his chair. 'Thinking about you more ;)' was titled under the picture. Enji admired your pose in the floor-length mirror, his eyes zoning in on you biting your lips. He growled and stood up, grabbing his things and walking out the door, determined to take the rest of the day off. Opening his phone in the elevator he sent you another text.
My Number 1: You better be ready when I get home, (Y/n) and leave the outfit on. I'm going to show you exactly what I was thinking about.
OTHERS:
Original
All Might
Cellophane
Ingenium
Phantom Thief
Tsukuyomi
Gang Orca, Midnight
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Holy fuck i just read that ask by "hiatus13", the one with sniper pinning snipes to a wall, and holy fucken shit im in need of a second part, if u wanna of course. Jfc when i learn how to draw better, imma try and draw on of these shortfics cuz holy damn (of course if you'll let me and with full credit, totally okay if u dont want me to) ❤️❤️❤️❤️🐑
dude fuckin Bet. dude do it like Bet
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They ended up in Sniper’s camper since they were halfway there, and Scout found himself kneeling on a hard, thinly-carpeted floor, watching maybe too intently as Sniper muddled with his belt.
As an afterthought, Sniper reached over and grabbed a pillow and tossed it to the ground, and Scout situated it beneath his knees after a moment’s thought. Then Sniper’s pants were open and being shuffled down his legs, and the front of his shirt rucked up a bit, and Scout was finding out that apparently Sniper didn’t wear underwear even with his uniform which he found ridiculously attractive for reasons he couldn’t even totally articulate.
Sniper had himself in hand, working in idle pumps as Scout got a look at him. And, y’know, locker rooms and all, he’d caught glimpses of pretty much all of the guys by then, but it was way different looking at him straight on and when he was hard and looking right back at Scout.
“Never sucked a bloke off, then?” he asked, as if for clarification.
“Nah, no,” Scout replied, still eyeing him.
Sniper exhaled, halfway to a sigh. “Right. Just...” He thought for a second. “Just keep your teeth out of the way, use your tongue, and try not to choke yourself, awright?”
“Y-yeah, okay,” Scout said, and licked his lips, and leaned in.
Sniper moved his hand away and let Scout take over, taking it by the base and angling up towards his mouth.
And it wasn’t, like, rocket science, he’d gotten sucked off a few times before and knew what he liked and what worked, but he still hesitated for another second or two before he carefully, cautiously, leaned in to lick the head.
Sniper shifted as if relaxing, and Scout considered some stuff. First of all, the nightmare scenario was off the table, the taste wasn’t bad. And of course it wasn’t, Sniper was one of his cleaner teammates, but he was still relieved. Second of all, he wasn’t going to look like a total idiot, because up close like this he knew he’d actually be able to get this a pretty good way into his mouth.
But he pulled out a move he’d had done to him a few times before and warmed up into it, starting with licking and kinda-sloppy kissing, just kinda getting a feel for what he was doing. And he was apparently doing a pretty good job, because Sniper was relaxing further, and at one point made this gravelly kind of humming noise that made Scout feel real damn pleased with himself, a real ego boost that most people would probably argue he didn’t need.
But at the very least, it was enough to convince Scout to lean in that much further and take him into his mouth. And that got another hum, and Scout had to concentrate hard on keeping his teeth out of the way.
And he didn’t know what it was, maybe it was just like, the idea of what he was doing, but there was something about this that made him feel superheated, antsy, maybe even desperate, and he just kinda did what he was pretty sure was the thing he was supposed to do, slowly starting to bob his head, and when that almost immediately got monotonous he started to suck in counterpoint.
And he was like, 90% sure that every time he’d ever had this done to him, they were much less messy about it. He hoped the little noises weren’t too distracting. But it was either make sure he kept his teeth out of the way or not make a bunch of noise, he couldn’t focus on both. He was pretty sure he was doing at least an okay job, though, because Sniper was starting to make more of those raspy growly hums, maybe more like groans, and in his periphery he could see that Sniper was grabbing onto the sheets on either side of his hips pretty hard.
At some point Scout remembered some other stuff people would do to him—he cupped Sniper’s balls and rolled them in his hand, and that got a whole moan, and he tried to take him deeper into his mouth until he felt his gag reflex starting to argue about it, and then he felt Sniper’s hand on the back of his head down near his neck and—
And he realized, okay, maybe he could get into this. Or maybe he already was. Because he was starting to get pretty hard, actually. Like, distractingly hard.
And he dipped too far at one point and gagged outright, and pulled up to cough, his eyes watering, and fuck, okay, that was that lesson learned. And Sniper exhaled hard, his grip going a little tight, but rather than complaining he managed a throaty sort of “You awright?”
Scout waved him off, still coughing a little, and god his face had to be red, he felt like he was burning up. “I’m fine, just... fuck.” He cleared his throat hard, blinking a few times. “Sorry.”
“Getting off on this, then?” Sniper asked, and Scout glanced back up, and Sniper was looking down at Scout’s lap, and, okay, so he was caught. He flushed further. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, you know. It happens.”
“Yeah? What, happens when you’re blowin’ dudes too?” Scout asked, trying to look a little less flustered.
“Sometimes,” Sniper shrugged, and Scout started coughing again. “Don’t tell me you’re going to try and act like a prude when you’re currently on your bloody knees.”
“Just—just shut up,” Scout mumbled, and leaned in to set back to work with a vengeance. Sniper did indeed shut up.
Scout didn’t want to choke again, so he gripped around what all he couldn’t get in his mouth, trying to remember to pump and squeeze between bobbing his head and sucking. And Sniper’s hand migrated a little ways up his head to card into his hair, and it was all the easier to work Sniper up into where he was making actual noise.
“Close,” Sniper warned, voice a little breathless in a way that made Scout absolutely throb. “If you’re—gonna pull off—“
Scout didn’t, mostly because he was curious. And a few moments later Sniper swore hard, and then he had a mouthful of—
Okay, so every porn he’d ever seen was made by liars. The taste wasn’t good. He wasn’t gonna like, throw up, but definitely gross. He fumbled off to one side for the trash can and spat into it as quick as he could, twice for good measure.
“Not bad,” Sniper said, well out of breath. When Scout looked back over, he was settling his pants back into place. “Bit sloppy, but being new and all, I’ll give it a pass.”
“Hell yeah,” Scout said, unreasonably proud of himself, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
Sniper moved to pull him up to sit on his lap, and Scout went along with it with little hesitation. Then Sniper was popping his pants open and Scout was leaning in with greater enthusiasm.
“Sure seems like you enjoyed yourself,” Sniper teased, and Scout flushed. “See that being something you’d, er... want to learn more of?”
“Yeah!” Scout chirped, and then Sniper’s hand was in his pants, and he jolted a little. “F-fuck, uh, I mean y-you don’t have to do that you already kinda—got me off once—“
“What if I want to?” Sniper asked, raising an eyebrow at him, and Scout stuttered about that for a little longer until Sniper apparently got impatient and turned them to lay Scout down on the bed, pulling his pants out of the way enough to—
“Holyfuckingshit!” Scout yipped as Sniper bent down and swallowed down like half of him in one go, settling into a damn near expert rhythm within a few seconds, and fuck, okay, he already got Sniper off so it really shouldn’t matter but he was pretty sure if he came within a minute and a half of Sniper starting to suck him off he would literally have to go into witness protection he would be so embarrassed but on the other hand Sniper was sucking his dick and that was an idea so hot he could never even jack off about it.
So he curled his hands into fists on either side of his own head where he was gripping at the sheets and he squeezed his eyes shut hard and he choked down noises and he held out for as long as he could. And it felt like a marathon, like pushing a few extra miles at a dead sprint, the effort making him jittery and half-convinced he was going to pull a muscle somewhere, but he held out as long as he could force himself to before he finished, swearing a blue streak the whole way down.
His head was fuzzy and fizzy when he came back down to earth again, and his tongue felt heavy, and Sniper was lying beside him, smoking and blowing out the window on the exhale. And he was feeling so goddamn pleased with himself that he found himself vocalizing the first coherent sentence he could get his head around.
“Hey,” he said. “Maybe next time you walk me through what like, actual fucking is like.”
Sniper raised an eyebrow at him. “...It’d be you on bottom for the first time of that,” he said slowly.
“Think I’ll be a natural at that too?” Scout teased.
“...Maybe,” Sniper said, looking slightly more amused at his antics than before, and Scout relaxed, sank back down to try and get his brain together, and maybe eventually to get his pants back up.
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I did it. Now I dont write, I draw so this is not gonna be so good. Its been through many revisions and I realized I spelt "Yuseke" as "Yueske the entire time so forgive me ill fix that next chapter. My Kuwabara x oc story:
It was finally cold again. Miyoko was overjoyed, she had never liked summer. Sure there was no school and she had more time with friends, but she couldn't stand the heat. She detested those sweaty nights, or how the bugs always bothered her, actually she didnt care for any part of summer.
Miyoko had dropped so many hints over the years and yet somehow, Kuwabara still had no clue. His air-headed-ness was cute, but it made things difficult for the shy girl Miyoko was. She just couldn't work up the nerve to say something, and when she did, something would always interrupt her. However, today she planned to change that! Miyoko got dressed up as cozy as she could, ready for what her and her friends had planned and with a gleam of excitement in her eyes, she headed out the door.
That was apart from going to see her crush, Kazuma Kuwabara's baseball games, he would play every summer. When they were younger, he played in an official team wearing his "Mötor Head" jersey and smoking every opposing team he played against. Miyoko never missed a single game! Every home run, every strike, and every fight that broke out because of a bad call, she was there. When they got older, she would be there to watch him play against his friends, still wearing that jersey. She was always supportive of him, she was madly in love with him, and had been for awhile.
"Urameshi!! Where do you think you're going?? I was talking to you!" Kuwabara's feet hit the sidewalk with force as he sprinted after Yueske, who had walked only a few feet, forcing Kuwabara to stop abruptly frantically trying to steady himself without falling. After regaining balance, Kuwabara grabed a fists full of his friend's jacket to pull him close aggressively.
"D-Dont tell anyone! Or I'll break your mouth, so you cant tell anyone nothin' ever again!!" Kuwabara's face was as red as the setting sun. Unfazed, Yuseke stared at Kuwabara blankly for a short second before sighing and shrugging the big flustered fool off of him.
"Listen man, I wont say anything. But this is getting really annoying. Ive told you before that you should just go through with it. Whats your problem with admitting to her anyways?" Yuseke looked to the helpless man and immediately regretted asking. Kuwabara looked off dramatically twords the orange and red sky. His shoulders slouched, slumping over, and fiddling with his hands.
"I....Shes really pretty, ya know? And...Im well...ya know?" His voice trailed off, as if wanting reassurance he was being foolish. When there was no reply, Kuwabara peeked up with a quivering bottom lip.
Yueske stood with his hands in his pocket saying nothing, only wearing a furrowed brow and tight lips. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. Causing Kuwabara to stand up straight and look at him even more embarrassed, and ready to punch him.
"I never thought I'd hear the great Kuwabara, warrior of love, admit to being ugly!!" Mocked Yueske. He bent over shaking his head and slapping his leg, resting his other elbow on his knee and laughing loudly. He straightened and wiped a fake tear from his eye. Kuwabara gasped in shock.
"What?? Ugly??" Again Kuwabara grabbed at his friend, this time missing and falling. He quickly got up and held up a threatening fists.
"Im not ugly!! Im just not a romantic type!!" He rubbed his fists on his chest.
"I am a warrior of love, so I know how to treat a lady and how to talks to girls, I just....." He paused, his mouth moving like hes trying to remember how talking works. "She's different!!" He finaly blurted out. "She reads them girly romance books that Kurama likes!!" With a frustrated grunt, Kuwabara rubbed his neck nervously and spoke in a much more serious tone.
"Ive known her a real long time, and I cant tell her yet cuz I'm kinda worried she only thinks of me like how Shizuru thinks of me." Yueske picked up on the seriousness of the situation and scoffed trying to lighten things up again.
"Well you are ugly, but I think she likes you anyway. Besides man, why asks me? You think I read them werid books?" Yueske pat Kuwabara awkwardly on the shoulder.
"No way. I asked cuz you have a girlfriend!!" Kuwabara turned to look at Yueske who was moving his arm away.
"So? Doesnt mean I know what im doing, just asks Keiko." The boys laugh, seeming to have calmed down a great deal. Before much more could be said, four familiar and approaching voices could be heard chatting playfully.
"Oh dear, you didnt actually take me seriously did you, Miyoko?" Botan said in a teasing tone.
"I did!! I'm gullible, you cant just tell me anything about spirit world.I will believe it!! Everytime!" The two girls laughed.
"I've noticed," Interjected Kurama. "You have managed to retained alot of attributes from your childhood haven't you? I find that interesting." Kurama continud, wrapping an arm around Botan.
"Alot of people say that...is that a bad thing? I'm not immature am I?" Miyoko felt nervous now. Maybe that was the why Kuwabara never seemed to return her feelings, perhaps she wasn't mature enough for a relationship.
Keiko quickly spouted, "No no! I don't think he meant it like that, I think it's cute!" Keiko put a reassuring arm around Miyoko and smiled a friendly smile.
"Ofcourse! Its an admirable trait." Kurama said as Botan giggled.
Botan wagged her finger and pointed it at Miyoko with a knowing smile "Im on to you! You shouldn't feel so insecure!" Botan pulled her arm back and used it to hug Kurama's arm. "Don't be so hard on yourself, I know you're simply nervous, so you're being extra critical of yourself, but you'll do fine!" Botan hummed encouragingly. "And, we all look fantastic!" Botan added as they all rounded the corner.
Keiko stopped dead in her tracks, and started tapping her foot. "Well, most of us are...Yueske! I thought I told you to dress up!!" Keiko pouted, walking over to her boyfriend's side.
Yueske was the most casually dressed out of all of them. Just wearing his usual faded blue jeans, black converse shoes, plain yellow shirt and favorite green and yellow windbreaker jacket. He looked even more underdressed standing next to Keiko. She was wearing a lovely pale pink turtleneck, a plum purple suspender skirt reaching to her knees, long white socks, and loafers to match her skirt. Despite their contrasting attire, they somehow matched perfectly.
Yueske wrapped his arm around Keiko's shoulder and smirked."Kuwabara isnt dressed up." He looked over to Kuwabara and nodded his way while jutting his thumb twords his friend.
"What!! I am too!! This is the nicest thing I got!! Other than like...a tux or something!!" Kuwabara wore a blue Letterman jacket, a red sweater with dark blue jeans, and brown dress boots laced in black, he was indeed dressed up quite nicely. Miyoko blushed at the sight of his clothing, he cleaned up nicely as always. She couldn't help but smile at him, it was always a slight surprise to see him out of his school uniform. Kuwabara had a simular reaction to Miyoko's choice of clothing. She dawned a wine red A-line dress, knitted black leggins, and shin high beige lace up boots. She wasn't one to dress up like this, but she wanted to tonight, it was a special night after all.
Trying to redirect the situation and prevent Yueske and Kuwabara from fighting, Botan chimed in. "Well, I never have to worry about Kurama when it comesto presentation! Unless ofcourse, he's overdressed and making me look a fool!" Kurama and Botan giggled to eachother looking the most put together, like they were the parents of the group. Tonight, everyone was going their part to help Miyoko's odds, evident by Botan, who was wearing something much different from her usual choice of clothing.
She modelled a white turtle neck dress, form fitting reaching just above her knees with a small slit on the right side, with sleeves that reached slightly past her palms, she wore her wedding ring, hoop earings, beige velvet tights, and blue slip on flats to top off the look. To match her, Kurama dressed just as nice. Wearing a white button up tucked neatly into his dark brown pants, red suspenders with red suede shoes laced in black, and a matching wool trench coat to top complete it all. Now everyone felt underdressed.
"So what are we doing anyway?" Yueske asked scratching his cheek. Keiko shook her head "Are you serious? You've been waiting around this long, and you dont even know why??" Yueske simpled shrugged "I guess?"
Botan sighed looking tired, Yueske was a handful for everyone. "Dont you remember, Yueske? I told you this morning! We're all having dinner!"
Botan motioned to the brick building everyone was standing next to. "You've been standing right next to the restaurant! Where I told you we would be meeting up, seriously! You didn't connect the dots?" Botan tilted her head with a hopeless look. Yueske gritted his teeth and roughly pulled Keiko by her hip to his, talking through his teeth. "Whatever!!" He sighed and let go of Keiko fixed his hair flustered, he brought his fists down onto his palm talking loudly. "So now that we're all here, can we go?? Im starving and you guys took all damn evening to get here!"
Keiko lightly kicked his shoe pouting up at him. "Hush!! Its not our fault you dont listen, besides you didnt even try to dress nice! So I dont feel sorry for you." Yuseke quickly stepped aside and raised his voice a bit "Hey! Didnt ya hear me?? I didn't know what was going on!!" Keiko roughly poked her boyfriend's chest, "Again, not our problem! Listen and you wouldn't have to worry!!"
Kurama was the first to put a stop to the bickering. He took a wide step twords the brick building and grabbed the glass doors handle, he opened the door and motioned for everyone fallow him inside.
So theres that. I'll write more soon. I hope its as fun to read as it was fun to write.
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Day seven: Free Day: Chosen Prompt: Letters
Mystery is smart. Nobody would expect anything less from him. He was the one who came up with the idea. (He might have also taken a little inspiration from a book and a movie.)
When Vivi came to him about her crush on Lewis, he told her to write letters to him, expressing how she felt, even if she never sent them. She did. And when she realized she had a crush on Arthur? The same thing.
She wrote letters.
Well, Mystery was apparently a really good confidant. Lewis and Arthur did the same, coming to Mystery and each time, he told them to write letters to each other and to her. And he kept their secrets, never telling any of them about the others, feeling it wasn't his place.
After they all got together, he may have mentioned that he told them all to write letters to each other.
Vivi wanted to read Arthur and Lewis’ letters to her. She was more than willing to let them read hers, the majority of the letters telling them about things she was interested in like shows and why she loved them.
Arthur was more hesitant. In some of his letters, he had put things he was too nervous to say to them out loud. He had also written down small things they’d said to him that he wanted to remember.
Lewis wrote down little things that he noticed that they did sometimes. He wrote his internal fanboyish responses to conversations and how they could've gone differently.
In the end though, all of their curiosity got the better of them and they exchanged the letters.
Despite Vivi writing the letters the longest, it was Arthur who had the most. Some of them singularly addressed to one of the other two, some of them addressed to both.
It was a rainy Sunday night in December when they all finally had the chance to sit down and read the letters together. Arthur kept his folded up in locked box, Vivi's were kept in an old jewelry box she kept in her closet, and Lewis’ were kept in a shoe box that he kept under his bed.
They all curled up on the couch under a blanket and started reading.
Dear Lewis,
Oh wow, it's strange to be able to write all this down somewhere. I guess if this helps I’ll have to thank Mystery. So, I guess I say all the things I want to say to you in these letters? I write ‘these’ as if I’m going to write more than one. Um, so, first I guess I want to say that I think I love you? It's hard to tell with the fact I’ve never loved anyone before and the fact that up until I realized I never thought I would like guys? Like, it's not a new concept to me by any means, I just never thought I would? I don't think I ever considered my romantic orientation actually. Huh.
So because you'll probably never read this I can spout whatever nonsense I want about whatever. So uh.. Yeah I guess the moment I realized I like you was probably yesterday when I caught you singing along to Helpless yesterday and you didn't realize I was watching until the song was almost over. You kind of just looked ethereal and I thought ‘I wanna kiss him’ and that was kinda what started this? I dunno.
I was kinda in shock and was really flustered actually and the way you got all embarrassed about it helped me realize that it wasn't just a passing thought and I actually really really wanna kiss you and love you and wow this is rambly. Like that was so cute oh my gosh. Anyway, I’ll have to remember that Hamilton is your favorite musical, maybe surprise you with one of the songs on your birthday. Also I’ll have to listen to it. The only reason I know the name of that song was because I googled the lyrics. Anyway, that's really all I can think of at the moment. I think I will continue writing these letters, they do help.
-Arthur
Lewis smiled at the letter and leaned his head on Arthur's shoulder, smiling and retrieved the next letter addressed to him. Vivi laughed at something the letter she was reading.
Dear Vivi and Arthur,
So I’ve known I love you both for a while now and I just talked to Mystery about it and he suggested this and it's a great idea, I don't know how I haven't thought of it before, what with me watching all those romance movies and shows but I’m writing now. Anyway, where should I start?
The beginning might be a good place. So I first realized I liked Vivi when you dragged us to that festival you wanted to go to. I knew it was probably a really bad idea since it was colder than usual and it was nearing cold and flu season and you said that you had been feeling more tired and less hungry than usual, which is normally a sign of being sick but you were so determined anyway. And then when you brought me that little flower crown I kinda just figured that you were who I wanted to spend my life with? I don't know if that's a good way to explain it but that's kinda what happened.
I realized I liked Arthur when we all drove down to that clearing in the woods together. You fell out if the van but ended up slipping into one of those ‘draw me like one of your French girls’ poses on accident and it was just so funny and you tried to play it off like you meant to do that and the level of sarcasm was the best and I knew I wanted you around for the rest of our lives, just like I did with Vivi.
So recently I noticed that we make up the pan flag with me being pink, Arthur yellow, and Vivi blue. It probably doesn't relate but this is my letter and you might not even ever read it so I’ll talk about the pan flag if I want to.
I’d love to talk on and on about the little things I notice about both of you but that’ll be in another letter since it's nearly eleven and I'm tired. Goodnight :)
~Lewis
Vivi grinned at the letter and then neatly put it back in the envelope she found it in, addressed to both her and Arthur and labeled ‘Number 1’, sliding it into Arthur's pile of unread letters while he read one of hers.
Dear Arthur,
Heyyyy so letters proclaiming everlasting love are more Lew’s thing so I have absolutely no idea how to do this. But yeah I just realized I love you (And Lewis too but this is your letter) a few hours ago when you did that whole party for my birthday and it was really fun. Actually now that I think about it the signs were all there I just never picked up on them. Huh, looks like none of us actually know what we're doing do we?
No we don't. But I can assure you it's totally, one hundred percent working! I mean, none of us are dead yet and that has to count for something. Anyway, I'm determined to tell you guys on a special occasion like Valentines Day or Christmas or some holiday or something because dramatics are fun. I freaking swear if either of you feel the same way and tell me or each other first… I need my moment people.
So there’s this new show I like that I think you’d be really interested in, if you haven't already watched it. It's Voltron: Legendary Defender and it's this kinda sci-fi thing but there's also magic which Lew would be into and overall I think that it would be fun to watch it all together. Make a night out of it whenever a new season is released, sit up with popcorn and snacks watching it.
There's also this band I’ve started liking recently. I can't remember their name for the life of me though. I’ll have to look it up later.
Oh maybe I’ll tell you through songs. Oh now I have ideas. I’m gonna go write them all before I forget.
-Vivi
Occasionally, one of them would go ‘awww’ or lean closer to the person whose letter they were reading, or laugh at something that was written.
You just caught me singing to Helpless. And I was singing about you two. Oh gosh, I hope you didn't notice. Or maybe I hope you did? I mean notice about me singing about you? Ah I don't make sense right now.
I NEARLY TOLD YOU I LIKED YOU. OVER A GAY JOKE. THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN.
Update: the band’s name was Panic! At The Disco. Was the exclamation point necessary? Probably not but it adds to the aesthetic.
I only just noticed how your hair smells like the ocean. Vivi is everything you do blue?
Arthur, I love you but you have no idea how to make cinnamon rolls. I think you used up all of my sugar yesterday in your attempts. I swear that is the very first thing I'm teaching you to do if you ever let me teach you how to bake.
Holy heck Lewis how do you get your hair so fluffy and soft? Like I was really tempted to play with it and braid it during the movie but I didn't know whether or not you’d be okay with that?
I didn't think you remembered that road to the little cove I brought you to. But apparently you did and put up little fairy lights all over. I’m not sure how you managed to power those but I’m impressed.
I’m starting to think that you might know about my crush and have taken it upon yourself to let me know you know in the absolute slowest and most romantic way possible. Like last night when you asked me to dance with you.
So last night at the campfire when you two caught me staring? Yes I was very much so staring because you're both pretty.
Soon all three of them had read each and every letter that had been addressed to them.
“That was nice,” Vivi grinned.
“It was. I’m glad I kept those letters,” Arthur agreed.
Lewis hummed. “I would've still found a way to convey all of that out loud given time.”
“Yeah but this way we get to see your immediate reaction. It's nice,” Arthur said.
“Also I would like to say something for the record,” Vivi started.
The other two hummed and allowed her to continue. “Yes, everything I do has to be blue.”
Arthur laughed at her response to the passing comment.
“So you listened to the entire Hamilton soundtrack because you knew I liked it?” Lewis asked.
“Yeah, pretty much. You’re always doing nice things for me, so,” Arthur trailed off.
They discussed their letters a while longer until Vivi eventually fell asleep during a lull in the conversation.
Despite still being on the couch, they all happily fell asleep right there. In the morning, they woke up to the soft music that had been playing turned off and an extra blanket thrown over them.
Mystery is a very good not-dog.
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So! Last post of the week wow. I'm kinda sad, writing all these and drawing them was fun. Speaking of drawing, I did some sketches for this story! So to address a few things in this story. Yes, Mystery got the idea from "To All The Boys I've Loved Before". I got the idea from myself, when I was crushing hard on my now-girlfriend, I wrote a few letters to her. Some of the things written in here were inspired by the things I would've wanted to say to her. Also, I had Vivi say 'a new show' in reference to Voltron even though it literally ended today is because these letters are supposed to be old, the majority of my stories take place after the cave so the first letters were written before the incident and they're reading them after.
I also had different fonts for their handwriting. (This was originally written on google docs) Vivi's was indie flower, Arthur's was caveat, and Lewis' was corsiva. I wanted Vivi's writing to be a bit messier because her hands are trying to keep up with her brain which is going 100 mph, but google docs didn't have anything that fit that really, so I settled.
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