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back by unpopular demand
❤Tommy boy as a caregiver pt.2❤
GN reader, regresses between 1-8 years old, Tommy's lines are in ASL
WARNING: This is 1000000000% sfw, if it sounds a little off its cus I cant write for shit, not cus it's sexual okay? okay
notes: hello im sad and small me needs this. might not be for every regressor tho. enjoy
You won't ever feel truly alone anymore. Even though he can get a little too busy between his new "job" and his family, he is almost always at a scream distance- you can always call for him, and if he isnt busy with you know what, he will come to you at full speed
Best hugs ever. Those arms were made to hold and calm down fussy babies
Mama Luda knows almost every thing about you two cus Tommy cant keep secrets from her (lowkey from no one he truly trusts) so she knows you're a little "childlike" sometimes and thinks it's endearing.
Which means if Tommy can't come to you she will, and will take care of you till he's back
After a while, with Tommy's intense glares and Luda's bribing, they'll get through to Hoyt and will get you into Tommy's room, where you'll spend most of your time. His bed is now half-covered in homemade plushies, and you have a drawer for your other small things
Unfortunately, if you didn't bring your small items and managed to keep them with you, you won't have access to a pacifier :(
They both try really hard to shield you from their lifestyle now, except when it comes to food cus they really dont have many other choices- but because you're Tommy's, Luda will try to make exceptions for when you're feeling "sensitive" and will try to get her hands on something simple and cheap for you (most likely sweet): think biscuits, lollipops, etc.
But if you need something similar you'll always have Tommy's old bottle
And he will gladly offer one of his fingers
Insert image of Tommy holding you oh so gently in his arms, while you got your hands on his wrist and his index in your mouth. Man is holding his happy tears back like a champ
Just keep in mind that no matter how hard he tries to keep himself clean for you, his hands will always taste a little like blood :p
If you experience vent regression often, don't hold back on crying. It will take a while for him to learn, but he will eventually make a habit of craddling your face in his hands with his forehead resting against yours, while he softly sushes you
He is a great listener, though not a great problem solver: if you just need to get something out of your chest, he will be there for you, holding you as tight as he can and trying his darn best to make you feel better
'Do you want your bottle, sweetpea? A stuffie? A hug? Wanna suck on daddy's thumb, darlin'?'
He will also make a point on noticing what triggers your regression and sometimes will do some of those things on purpose, if he knows you're both alone and you need to let him take care of you- will take your shoes off, will bring you some of those biscuits his mom hid behind the toaster, will take his mask off and kiss the top of your head till you say "Papa stOp 😡"
He can be a little insistent in taking proper care of you: will help you take baths, will help you brush your teeth, even do your hair if you're comfortable with it/taught him how. One thing is for sure, you 👏 are 👏his👏 little👏 baby👏 and you wont lift a finger if it depends on him
We love this man your honor, and there's nothing he loves more in the whole wide world than his sweetpea
THIS GOT SO LONG AKAKSKSKSKKS
anyways 😪 here's another 3am blurb, from a very inexperienced writer and mediocre english speaker. Hope it was still enjoyable tho!!!!
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hey it's me again i am the lesbian devil's minion=hot anon and I've chosen to come out of anon because you don't seem so scary ahahah
Went to your tags and love your commentary on TVA on Tumblr lmao
Yay I’m glad I’m not scary!! ^_^ I try to be friendly hghg and again I’m happy that you enjoyed my fic!!!
And yeah I was surprised to see those silly posts in my notes again lol but it’s awesome that you like them!! I’m due for a tva reread sometime soon but like I started that tag because this time last year I didn’t really have anyone to talk about vc with!! But now I have a lot of vc friends and mutuals and it’s really nice 🥹
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Hello!! I just wanted to let you know that I love love love your fics and you reblogging my fanarts has made me the happiest in the world💖
Thank you for sharing your fics, I'm so happy whenever I get to read them!
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when you wake up in the middle of the night and realise you kinda "lost your place" in fandom little by little since you've had to start working full time
#listen i was probably still half drunk BUT. when i was still at uni I sometimes cranked out a chapter every 2 days#and now i have constant 'don't even look at me ms word' syndrome because i spend so much time at work in word already#yeah fixating on skinny probably doesn't help and neither does complaining but it just feels more and more like watching from the sidelines#and i don't like it here. i wanna interact more. but I've no idea how unless i start writing very specific stuff again maybe#but there's been so much shit going on in the last 1.5 years in particular that I can barely write the things I really want to#anyway. brought to you by midnight realisations and the question is it a hangover or do i have a headache from sleeping weird once again?#so yeah if anyone wants to chat about ddf stuff my inbox/chat thingy are always open#i'm aware it doesn't help not having the time and energy reading uther people's fics and i really wanna get into that again as well...#delete later
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today was… a day. but hey I’m here! :)
#izzy.txt★#didn’t play xiv for the weekend and yeah it was nice but I felt like I was going through fucking withdrawals every now and then LMFAO#I’ve been normal tho crying over my floofy ginger wolf and the sriracha trio performing at the gcf#I miss you guys and hope you’re well#if you ever think about me on here or wanna chat just know my inbox is open always!! <3#I say think about me like if you see my blog in passing the way you see a familiar face walking by hahaha
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hi friends! i know i'm gone all the time recently nsgjsnkf but i wanted to lyk i will be leaving for vacation tomorrow (aug 2nd) and i won't be back until aug 14th!! i won't be very active during this period but i'll be checking my asks and notifs as often as i can :)
also, i will be posting a fic on my sfw blog @junkissed sometime today so i hope that's enough to tide you over til i get back <3 enjoy and i'll see yall soon!
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Sabrina, did you watch that short Jiara clip? I knew we would get something with them for Valentines day. We still have nine long days until the season premieres I can't wait.
I DID!!! I watched it and I cried and then I watched it ten more times and then I had to go back to work and pretend I was a functioning human being.
Like I cannot believe???!?!? That was the look of a man in LOVE. He was waiting on baited breath to see if her ideal world included him in it. And I think that’s what kills me the most is all this theorizing about poguelandia being an absolute escape and a welcome one at that…. It’s all right????
And that simple fact has lightened him, it’s cleared him of the baggage awaiting him in Kildare. It’s MAD to see him staring that openly when so far he’s only allowed himself to show it in glimpses. But now???? They’re finally in a place physically geographically emotionally where it feels like he could have her. The JJ Maybank on kildare doesn't get to have Kiara Carrera but he can here on poguelandia with no other shit weighting them down.
They get to exist in this incredible bubble, drifting close. And then they’re gonna have to go back home.
#also lovely anon!!!!#reviews are starting to come out and I just feel like I already know SO much about the season#so I’m going to go dark!!!!!!!#which means I won’t be checking my inbox or notifications#but my dms are open if you wanna chat about any officially released content until the season airs!#and then I’ll be back to spiral like the absolute mad woman I am!!!!!#ask#anonymous#jiara#outer banks spoilers
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Thank you thank you for the fics!! I'll catch up on them in the weekend and let you know my thoughts :)
it's no problem, i'm glad i could help anon!
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idk if that anon that wanted to talk yesterday is still out there but, i just wanted to reiterate that i'm glad to talk to you if you still wanna reach out 😊❤️
#and if not that's okay too no worries#just wasn't sure if you saw that i answered your ask bc i did it like right after you sent it lol#anyway#if you ever wanna chat#please know my inbox or the message app that i always forget is there until someone sends me a message are always open#really that goes of any of y'all ily guys ❤️
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improvement anon again. Yo dude I’ve been hanging around since like uhhhhh before punk kirb and stuff, I’ve been here a WHILE. You were literally the third tumblr blog I followed and it’s literally the greatest thing ever to have a fellow autistic, artist, tome fan and pokefan all on my dash from the SAME PERSON. You are So Cool and I will forever lament my shyness because you are literally the specialest most neato guy on this site and I am Angry About It But In A Good Way
omg you're too kind! >///<
you certainly Have been following for quite a long time! im glad you decided to follow me and liked what i had to show for it
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oh yeah so i am. Extremely busy for the foreseeable future, so oop updates & writing in general & basically anything that isn’t posts and asks might uhh slow down a bit from here. i’m still here and working on stuff i just. time. yknow
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Biology Sucks
Oscar Piastri x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Reader has really bad periods and is embarrassed about it. Oscar just wants to help.
Warnings: Really bad periods and everything that comes with them
Notes: To the requester, I feel you on the bad period thing. I hope this brings you the comfort you need to get through your next one!
Side Note: My inbox is open if you wanna come chat with me :)
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It hurts. A familiar hurt, unfortunately, and she's not sure whether that's better or worse yet. Of all the things that could've happened on her date, it had to be this.
She excuses herself from the table. Oscar gives her a concerned look, but she waves it off. "Just need to freshen up." Oscar nods, but he doesn't look convinced.
Eight months, and he already knows how to read her like a book.
She ends up leaving her date early because she already knows how this ends. It'll look like she's gone to war and got stabbed lower than necessary. It also currently feels that way, and she's ready to throw up her guts if that's what it takes to make it stop.
Oscar texts her. Then he calls her. Eventually deciding she probably has fallen asleep if she wasn't feeling well and decides to do something for her in the morning.
The same event had happened last month, and she'd avoided him for the entire week. The brief topic of periods came up because he asked if that was it, and she'd told him they were considerably bad.
The benefit of having sisters is that he at least knows the basics here. He throws on some shoes in the early hours of the morning and heads out the door to the convenience store.
Oscar makes a guess from the information he's gleaned on what kinds of snacks she would like. He also throws a text to his mum to double-check because lord knows if he messes this up, she'll come for his head.
It's just past ten when he arrives at her flat and unlocks the door with the spare key. He questions if this could be considered breaking and entering since he technically didn't know the spare key would be hidden inside the bottom of a fake plant. Things to worry about later, he supposes.
He finds her sprawled out of the bed, a bottle of painkillers open on the side table. He drops his own bags on the grounds softly so he doesn't wake her.
Especially not when she's shivering in her sleep and he can see the sticky red coating the sheets. He determines to let her sleep until he has everything ready to clean her up. There is no point in letting her sit in it while awake for no reason.
He remembers specifically making trips to the store with his mum for bed sheets when his sisters had similar problems. He just wishes she felt comfortable telling him about it. Heaven help is was some bastard making her feel like this is gross and not some natural part of life.
He admits openly to punching one person in his lifetime. The boy who was picking on his sister for bleeding through her shorts while he was home for Christmas one year. He made the boys nose bleed and called him gross for it. Oscar tries not to think about what he would do now that he's bulked up.
He starts the bath, finds her extra clothes, including his own hoodie, and attempts to locate her spare sheets. He feels bad going through all her cupboards, but he doesn't want to wake her up to ask.
When everything is all set up, he sets himself down gently beside and caresses the side of her face until she wakes.
Initially, there is a look of terror on her face until she realizes it's just Oscar and not an intruder. "How'd you get in?"
"Your spare key wasn't hard to find."
She takes a breath to settle her heart. That's when she feels what's underneath her... and beside her... all around her, really. "I-" the tears are pathetic.
"It's okay, really! My sister's had some bad ones as did my mum. Can I touch you?"
The pit in her stomach ends up settling in confusion. She tilts her head. "You're not, like, disgusted?"
"It's biology, isn't it? Natural? I see no reason to be disgusted." It the certainty of which he says it that make the tears start.
Oscar coos at her, waiting until she's calmed down to set about getting her cleaned up. "I ran you a bath already. I figured you'd want it warm and bubbly."
She cries again. Not because she's upset - far from it - but nobody has ever done this for her. "I'm not sure what I did to deserve this."
"To be fair, I don't think you ask to bleed every month."
While she's in the bath, Oscar strips the bed down and recreates it how he thinks it should go. The key word here is thinks. His eye for aesthetics isn't the best, but he makes it work regardless.
Soon, she's out of the bath and in his hoodie. "Feeling any better?"
"A bit... thank you."
"Don't thank me yet, I'm not the best in the kitchen, so this might actually kill you instead."
She hesitate when he sits down on the couch and pats the spot beside him. "Aren't you worried I might bleed on you?"
"As far as I'm concerned, you could bleed on all my clothes and I'd happily purchase new ones if it means you'll come cuddle with me."
She relents and curls up in Oscar's lap. He turns on a movie and they both end up falling asleep to it.
Easy to say it's the best she's ever slept on her period. And when she wakes up to Oscar purchasing a new pair of sweats, he smiles at her. "I figure if it will help you stress less, I will get some extra clothes just in case." No hints of judgment or annoyance. Just Oscar trying to help.
Yeah, maybe periods don't have to be so miserable while he's around.
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who has the face like smarty does?
ft. dbf!leon x fem!reader
synopsis. your dad is drunk and can barely drive home after a night out. luckily his best bud leon is there to help.
content. smut. 2.4k words. unprotected p in v, he pulls out, fingering, begging, masturbation, slight scratching, it's surprisingly soft 'n sweet, pet names, reader is kinda a perv, ooc vendetta!leon (he's on vacation).
note. he's so lana del rey. btw my inboxes are open if you guys wanna chat or request anything.
masterlist. part one. part two. part three. reblogs & feedback are appreciated !!
You first met Leon when your dad invited him for dinner.
It was not an invitation but rather a last-second call. Your father was out, and he saw a co-worker, Leon, and thought it would be great to catch up over a drink at home.
It was by sheer luck that they were both on vacation.
They had a history together. Both work together in the DSO. At some point, you had to know what your father did to get an income. You knew it was selfish that you hated your father’s job. He was saving lives, sure, but you dreaded the day he won’t enter through the doors of your home, so you were ecstatic that he finally took a vacation.
You were on Spring break from college and decided to be a doting daughter and stay with your dad because you were concerned about how alone he was. So when you saw not only him but a stranger walking through the door, you were shocked.
Your father introduced the stranger. Leon S. Kennedy.
You shook his hand, palm calloused from years of work.
He was gorgeous. The dark locks which framed his face, the tight leather jacket that fit him oh so well, and the smile of pride he has when your father laughs at one of his jokes.
At dinner, your eyes flicker to him. His hands as they grip the glass of whiskey. The long, thick fingers circled the drink. His veins protrude as he takes a swig of the amber-coloured liquid.
You noticed that Leon respected your father and his work. You also saw how his eyes crinkle when he chuckles and the smirk he adorns when he catches you looking at him.
You didn’t know whether you felt relieved or disappointed when he left, patting your dad’s shoulder and thanking him for the meal and drink.
For one, you were glad your dad had a good friend to rely on, someone he could trust and relate to — despite being a few years his senior.
But on the other hand, you couldn’t get him out of your head.
You went to bed that night, and your mind was plagued with thoughts of Leon. He was all you could think about.
And a few days after, your dad invited him over again. To watch ‘the game’ or whatever. You hadn’t pegged him as a sports guy. You weren’t one, but when your dad offered for you to join in a joking manner, you accepted. He was taken aback but happy nonetheless.
You were sitting on the couch, looking at the screen, brows furrowed. You felt a dip in the cushion right next to you. Looking up, you expect to see your dad, only to be met with the man you couldn’t get out of your head.
You bit your lip, staring at his handsome face, trying to be discreet.
Your gaze lowers, his hand holding onto the beer bottle and even lower to his thighs. God, they were so muscular, his jeans making them more pronounced. It was wrong to think of him like that, especially since your dad considered him his best bud. But you wanted so badly to sit on his lap. You wondered if he’d grip your hips, guiding your pussy against his thigh, trying to make you come undone —
“I can feel you staring at me,” a deep, smooth voice called out. Your eyes snapped up to meet Leon. Your face feels hot from the embarrassment of getting caught staring at him. You were lucky your dad was in the kitchen.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” you mumbled in shame. Did he think you were some perv? He wouldn’t be entirely wrong.
Leon laughs, and you can’t help but feel both mortified and aroused. One of his hands moves to sit on top of your thigh, and he squeezes it softly.
“Don’t be. I like the attention, sweetheart.”
You can’t even look at him or get a word out without stuttering. You’re too busy trying to comprehend that he’s actually touching you.
His hand stays on your thigh, eating up your reaction. It returns to his side when your dad returns to the room, passing Leon another drink.
“Hey, kid, ya good? You’re looking a little faint,” your father asks, sitting near you. Leon smirks, taking a sip from his drink.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Dad. I think it’s ‘cause our team’s playing ass.” You responded, trying to play it cool.
Your dad scoffs, “Greedy bastards. What’d they expect from selling their best players?”
You sigh, grateful your dad is going on a tangent about his team.
–-
You haven’t seen Leon in a week. You also haven’t stopped thinking about him since.
His voice and soft touch swarm your mind. Unable to focus on anything, your mind is consumed with nothing but him. You’ve come undone with nothing but his name on your tongue.
You wanted to see him again — to continue what he started.
Your dad had a work celebration to attend. Therefore leaving you all alone in an empty house.
You were concerned for your father. You knew he couldn’t handle his alcohol consumption which often left you taking care of him, ironically enough. You hoped he’d be okay to get home safe.
You heard a knock on the door.
Checking the time, you groan. It was 11:32 PM, way past his bedtime.
Opening the door, you are met with a familiar face holding your father up by his shoulders. Your father stumbles into the house, barely greeting you with a ‘hi, kid’ before making a beeline to the kitchen and then his room.
“He swears he's not senile, then pulls some shit like that,” you complained.
Leon chuckles, and you clear your throat. Oh yeah. Him.
“Did you drive here drunk?” You questioned, smelling the whiskey on his breath, “You should stay for a bit. Sober up.”
It was a weak attempt to get him to stay. You knew he was more capable drunk than you were stone sober.
Smiling, he surprisingly agreed, “You’re right.”
You move aside, letting him enter your home. Your dad was probably out cold. This is your chance.
“Sorry ‘bout my dad, by the way,” you said. Leon shakes his head, sitting down on the couch, leaning back. He spreads his legs. Fuck.
“He wasn’t too bad,” he replies. He continues about the event, but you get none of it. Too preoccupied with staring at his pretty lips as he speaks.
“I love it when you look at me like that, sweetheart,” he utters with a grin.
He caught you again. How embarrassing. Do you ever learn?
Looking at you with half-lidded eyes, he takes in your appearance. Your pebbled nipples are shown through the thin tank top, and your thighs are pressed together. He knows how badly you want him.
“C’mere, baby,” he murmurs, patting his lap, and you follow his orders like his obedient puppy, straddling him. You gasped softly, feeling his hardening erection through the flimsy fabric of your sleep shorts, which were soaked. His hands come up to your waist, grasping it.
“I can feel how wet your pussy is for me, sweet girl,” Leon groans quietly.
You move to press your lips against his, but he grips your jaw, preventing you. His thumb is on your bottom lip, jutting out.
“Tell me how bad you want me.” He grunted. You pout, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“Need you, Leon. So, so bad, please.” You whined, rocking your hips against his clothed cock, craving the friction.
“Did you play with your pretty clit thinking of me, hm?” He knew, of course, he fucking knew.
“Mhm.” You nod your head mindlessly. It was impressive how he turned you into such a pathetic, whiney mess, desperate for any attention he gives so quickly.
He grins, bringing you into your well-deserved kiss. His plump lips meet yours, teeth clashing as you taste the bitter alcohol on his tongue. Your arms wrap around his neck, and your breasts are flushed with his chest. His lips move together with yours before he pulls away.
“Let’s move to your bedroom before you give your old man a heart attack.” You playfully smack him, and he smiles.
His strong hands move to the back of your thighs, hoisting you up. He enters your bedroom with you in his arms and places you on your bed. He’s locking the door before getting on top of you.
Placing a chaste kiss on your lips, he thumbs the waistband of your shorts, getting them off you slowly. When they’re off, Leon grips your legs, spreading them apart. You watch as he marvels at your dripping cunt, turning your head away in embarrassment.
He runs his fingers through your folds, coating them with your slick. Rubbing the sensitive bud with his thumb, he notices your hips grinding against him in desperation.
“So sensitive, pretty girl.” He mumbles, watching as you squirm against the strawberry-printed sheet of your bed.
His ring and middle finger prod at your entrance, sliding in. His fingers are so thick and long, filling your pussy better than your own. He’s pumping his fingers into you slowly. Breathy moans and whines escape your parted lips.
He watches in a trance as his fingers disappear into your warm pussy.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you, sweetheart.”
You clench around him, whimpering. His thumb is on your swollen bud, and you throw your head back and grab at sheets, bunching it up. You’re close to the edge. Leon curls his fingers inside you, and your orgasm washes over you with a loud cry of Leon’s name.
He adores your little cries and gasps. You look so gorgeous. Your thighs shake with the aftershock of your orgasm, and Leon gives you a minute to come down from your high.
He’s palming his now fully hardened cock through the fabric of his jeans, watching as your chest moves with every breath you take.
Leon eagerly rids you off your tank top, your tits exposed to the cool air, nipples hardening even more. You move to your knees and cross your arms.
“That’s unfair,” you huff. “You still have all your clothes on.”
“I’ll make it even then, baby.”
He shrugs his leather jacket off his shoulders and pulls the black tee over his head. One of his hands trails from his neck to the front of his pants, and the veins of his arms are prominent as he unbuckles his belt. He’s making a show of himself since he knows how much you love admiring him.
Pulling off his pants, he’s in nothing but boxers. Your eyes move down to his hips, following his v-line. Your attention is now on the trail of curls that leads into and beneath his boxers, which are blotted with stains of precum.
Leon tugs his boxers down, revealing his flushed dick. The tip is red, and precum is dribbling down his shaft. Your cunt aches at the mere sight of him, causing you to squeeze your thighs together.
His hands are on his cock, pumping the shaft. He smears the precum on his head, rubbing it like he did your clit. His head is thrown back as he moans loudly. Leon adores your eyes on him like he’s your favourite display.
You’re crawling over to him. You were not even face-to-face with his dick before he stopped you. His hand encloses your jaw again, preventing you from giving him the messiest head you could manage.
His thumb is pressing against your lips.
“Not now, sweetheart. Maybe next time,” he mumbles. His voice is so deep yet soft, and his words made your heart and pussy flutter. “Need to be inside you.”
“On your back.” You silently and obediently follow his command, laying the soft sheets. You’d do anything he told you if you were honest with yourself.
Leon is in between your spread legs, lifting them to his hips. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you bring him closer to you.
He’s guiding the tip of his cock through your wet folds, using your arousal and cum as a lubricant before slowly entering your warm cunt.
You gasp at the sting, tears forming at your waterline. Leon gives you time to adjust, kissing your hot tears away. He’s fully sheathed inside your gummy walls, and you whimper.
“M’gonna move, alright? It'll feel better in a minute.” You give him a weak nod, sniffling.
He thrusts into you, and one of his hands is on your hip, squeezing it softly. The pain of the stretch fades into something euphoric. It has you mewling into Leon’s ear.
He’s holding back, trying to be quiet. He’s afraid of your father and what he’d do if he caught him. But this pussy was worth all the trouble.
His hips pick up in speed, fucking you at a faster pace. Your hands move up to his shoulders, your nails digging into the flesh of the skin, dragging it down to his pecs. Leon moans at the discomfort.
Warmth pulses through you when Leon rubs your clit. It added to the pleasure of getting your pussy pounded by his fat cock.
“L– Leon!” you cried out, your thighs trembling. You cover your mouth with your palm containing your whines.
Your pussy squeezes around him, effectively milking him of what he had. He feels your warm walls pulse around his throbbing dick. Your cunt gushes around his cock as you come with a cry muffled by your hands.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck. An attempt to stop his moans. His stubble rubbed against the sensitive skin of your neck while he left opened-mouth kisses along the column of your throat.
You are overstimulated as Leon bucks his hips into you, trying to reach his high.
He comes with a soft groan of your name, pulling out and finishing on your tummy.
You’re both panting. Leon collapses next to you with a soft grunt. His dark hair splayed out on the pillow beneath his head. You feel his sticky cum on your skin, but you’re too tired to care. Too tired to care about the consequences of tomorrow.
Your eyes fluttered shut, sleep taking over you, attempting to cuddle with him. Leon smiles at the sight, his heart warm in his chest.
“Let’s get you cleaned up first, sweetheart.”
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BOY NEXT DOOR - ( c.s )
part two
summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.
warnings- swearing, drinking, no smut (yet 😁)
neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader
a/n: WELCOME TO MY FIRST REAL SERIES! i have a lot of ideas for this cuz i love this trope dearly so buckle up! more parts will come soon. also working on a tattooartist!reader x matt series (thank you anons) that will also be out eventually. in the mean time if you have smaller/specific reqs you’d like to see, my inbox is open babies! and if u just wanna say hello or ask a question i’m here xoxo
the music booms over the speakers inside the house next door, just like it always does on the weekends (and occasionally on thursdays too). it always drives you up a wall, but tonight it’s particularly bad.
you sit up slightly in bed, absentmindedly wondering who the fuck is on aux. you’re not sure why the thought crosses your mind, but you know it’s not chris, because these picks are horrendous.
it’s already past two in the morning, not to mention it’s the middle of the week. you haven’t been able to get a wink of rest, even with your headphones blaring at full volume. usually they do the trick, but tonight’s party is relentless, demanding to be heard.
wine wednesday, you think to yourself sourly.
neither of your roommates are home; they’re both off with their significant others, somewhere that’s not here, listening to fuckface and his friends get drunk.
you’re usually pretty passive about the noise, because they provide free alcohol for you guys when you show up and typically give you notice that they’re throwing something.
but tonight it’s just too fucking much. you’re tired, and groggy, and very much so still in your silky pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt, but you don’t give a shit.
you jam your feet into some sneakers and grab a jacket, clutching it close to your chest as you head down the stairs to the main level of your own house.
you pass the dark living room, shadows leering in the corners as you’re guided only by the light coming from the street lamps outside.
you step onto the porch and the cold smacks you in the face, breath fogging up the air. it’s the middle of january in boston, and the expanse of dead grass between your houses crunches under your feet as you tread toward the front door.
the rest of the street is quiet, aside from the party. but they’re all senior hockey players, and it’s the beginning of their last semester, so what else can you expect?
besides maybe some basic human decency every once in a while. in fact, you’re so frustrated that you’re going in without backup, and without a real plan of any kind.
for some reason, once you get up the three steps to their door, you pause to knock. as if anyone would hear you over the music, or care enough to open the door for someone who’s fucking knocking.
so you twist the handle next, and it’s unlocked. of course.
it opens to a hazey front hallway that you recognize, stairs to the left hand side, blocked off by a young-looking guy you assume is probably a freshman on duty.
the front area is full of people, pressed against the walls, chatting over the music. well, more like yelling over it.
you can smell weed, which confuses you slightly. you know none of them smoke, not during the season at least. they usually don’t let anyone do it inside the house, so it must be an allowance for a girl.
you’re already getting strange looks as you step inside, which is fair. your shorts are hidden by the length of your shirt and jacket, so you’re just legs and shoes. you’ve got no makeup on, and you didn’t check your hair before you came.
but you swallow the lump in your throat, because it doesn’t matter right now anyways.
you shift your way through the crowd, gaze skipping over the people as you finally reach the dark living room. multi-colored strobes flash, lighting up the hoards of tipsy college kids dancing on the soaked wooden floor. furniture is pushed aside to make room, though the championship banner from last year still hangs on the wall.
his eyes find you before yours find him.
he stares at you across the tops of people's heads, standing by one of the couches that’s shoved against the wall. one of his roommates, connor, is leaned back on the cushions, watching the two girls they were talking to pass a joint back and forth.
but he’s no longer focused on anyone else, because he’s spotted you across the room, and he thinks this is the most disheveled he’s ever seen you. your angry eyes lock in on him seconds later, and they narrow instantly.
you beeline toward him, right through a group of people that are half-dancing along to the terrible playlist.
he lifts his eyebrows at your attitude, but not in fear. he’s actually a little impressed. his friends are watching you warily, just as confused as everyone else who saw you walk in.
he can’t help but stare at your legs as you finally reach him, admiring how cute you look in your pajamas, pale pink bottoms peeking out underneath your shirt with every step. he briefly wonders if you’re even wearing a bra.
then you open your mouth, and the fantasy is over.
“what time is it, chris?” you snap at him, one hand balled into a fist, the other clutching your phone.
“i don’t know, but i have a feeling you’re going to tell me.” he takes a sip of his drink to try and hide his grin.
it takes a lot of self control to keep yourself from slapping it out of his fucking hand, just because of how smug he looks. you hold up the screen to his face.
two twenty-two in the morning. chris almost laughs.
“the answer is way too fucking late to be having a party on a wednesday.” you reply, bringing the device back down to rest by your thigh.
“why didn’t you come? i missed you.” he pouts.
you glance over at the people on the couch, at the girls who are still making eyes at you as they converse with connor. he’s giving you a weird look too, as if no one could possibly understand why you’re here like this.
“yeah, sure you did,” you turn back to him, “now shut this shit down before i call the cops.”
chris puts his hands up in surrender, though he knows this is an empty threat just as much as you do.
“wow, somebody’s grumpy.”
you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. “i’m serious. tell the puck bunnies to go home for the night or i’ll do it myself.”
he takes a tiny step closer, just a few inches, and yet it still seems suffocating. he looks too good, clad in a simple black tee and jeans, and he’s studying your face with the fire of a thousand suns.
“you don’t have to be jealous because other girls are here. you know you’re my number one.” chris replies easily.
even though his tone remains light, his expression is serious now. it enrages you more, that he thinks he has so much control over you.
“as if i give a fuck. i just want to sleep, so the choice is yours. police,” you wave the hand that holds your phone slightly, “or call it off.”
chris takes another sip of his drink, tipping it back so he can finish the rest of it in one foul swoop. then he nods his head, like he’s admitting defeat.
“fine. i’ll send everyone home.”
you can feel the relief creeping over you, knowing that you don’t have to actually get law enforcement involved. “thank yo—”
“on one condition.” he interrupts, and you furrow your brows.
“no conditions, chris. we’re not bartering right now.”
“come to the game on friday and we can hang out after for a bit. i’ll even give you a practice jersey to wear.” he offers, and the trademark smirk has reappeared on his face.
lights dance across his features, morphing his expression every few seconds. you just stare, because for once, you’re actually not sure what game he’s playing.
“what, can’t get a date without having to resort to blackmail?” you taunt, and he laughs.
“please, i don’t date. and i’d hardly consider this blackmail. just think of it as getting to know your friendly neighbor on a more personal level.”
there’s a humorous glint in his eye, one that’s daring you to say yes. what’s there to be afraid of? all you have to do is watch hockey, eat some popcorn from the concession stand, and deal with his attitude for an hour afterwards.
you’re still not sure what chris is getting out of this, or why he’s insisting that you need to be there, but at this point you don’t care. all you can think about is salvaging the rest of your sleep.
“alright, fine. now you have five minutes to get everyone out, and i better not hear any more shitty remixes for the rest of the week.” you point an accusatory finger at him and he shrugs, though he’s clearly content that you caved in.
“your wish is my command, princess.”
you turn on your heel to head back outside, retracing your steps from earlier as you slip through the mob. you half expect chris to follow, just because he’s annoying, but he doesn’t.
the overhead lights are coming back on now, and you can hear deep voices shouting, combined with collective groans from the crowd as they all realize they’re being kicked out.
luckily you make it out the front door first, and you jog back up the steps to your own place to get out of the cold.
you’ve only been inside for seconds when your phone buzzes in your hand.
chris
see you friday
sweet dreams ;)
#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#hockey au#neighbor au#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo smut#fanfic#new series#enemies to lovers
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