#ff.hc

we can absolutely talk about breeding kink sid. smut below the cutttt

i imagine you'd be on the couch on a rare day off you share (maybe coming off a hard loss of sid's, getting his existential feelings going. he's thinking about what really matters to him. and kinda thinking about teaching a little one to skate.), and he's been quiet until, out of the blue, he's like "we could have a baby. we could definitely have a baby, right now.".

and you're a little taken aback, because it's always been on the horizon but both your careers have come first since forever, so you're a bit like "i thought you wanted to time it for the offseason?" and he scoffs like you’ve said something ridiculous, says “you’re always talking about how you don’t want our child to be a lion-zodiac-whatever-sign. so let’s just do it.”.

and you’re laughing, correcting him, but he crawls over to you on his knees and guides your hand to his sweats where he’s hot, already half hard, asking “do you wanna do it? ‘cause i’m tired of waiting. just wanna have a baby with you. wanna put a baby in you.”

It starts off innocent, like he just makes sure you’re okay after a breakup with some absolute asshole that he witnessed from the backyard and he assured you there’s good men out there but he really means him and he knows he’s aging and that you’re here on vacation from college but he can’t help but look at you and just imagine you in his bed. He’s held the lust in for the last year or so and it’s killing him

NEIGHBOUR!SID SO FUCKING TRUE

like you're so bright and bold, he doesn't really know what to make of you but he's into it. i’m thinking like, maybe he shared dinner with your family, one time, when he was new to the neighbourhood, right before you left for college, and if he noticed the skimpy little skirt you wore to dinner, he pushed it from his mind ‘cause of the circumstances. but through covid you’re back around, coming and going and doing an awful lot of laying out in the sun and going on runs and lounging in the backyard, and sid notices. and shit, you notice the same from him, but there’s a distance there until one night, you’re crying on the phone on your patio and sid only hears your sniffles for a moment as he lets his dog out but he’s inviting you over, offering you a beer. 

and it’s innocent: he’s given you stupidly sound relationship advice, so you’re kinda friends, but the distance is closing, now. soon you’re dropping by with cold-pressed juices after your runs ‘cause “you’re into that healthy shit, right, sid?” and you’re laughing as he bites his tongue, tries to enjoy them. and you’re offering to watch his dog while he runs errands, as though she needs a dogsitter for just a couple hours, but sid’s agreeing, cause he likes the excuse to talk to you. 

gradually, the innocence is falling, though. you know the sun hits his yard just right after four p.m., so you ask sid if you can lay out, read a book in the warmth with the straps of your tank top pulled down. after the fourth day of that, the tank top’s a bikini top and cut-offs, and sid has to stay inside, take a cold shower and forget you’re out there. then, sid’s letting you use his home gym and your little biker shorts are getting shorter by the day: you wanna see how long it’ll be before he calls you out on it, and sid wants to see how long it’ll be before you’re rocking up in a fuckin’ thong, or something.

mm okay this is fun actually cause bratty jack being a sore loser? yeah. yeah. keeping with what we’ve spoken abt w jack: strip ping pong but you’re taking your shirt off immediately. and he’s trying to like avert his eyes like “why the fuck would you do that” and you act oblivious like “you took your top off baby i was matching u :/ i cannot imagine why ur being weird about this” and you both keep playing but now he’s distracted and losing painfully and when it gets to his jeans he’s getting huffy about how he doesn’t wanna play anymore, and this isn’t fair, and he’s booking it upstairs to his bedroom, telling you “god, you’re so fucking annoying.” when you laugh at him.

and you do feel kinda bad, getting him all flustered, so you follow him up and he’s already shut the door but you swear you can hear it, the laboured breathing and maybe the swipe of his hand on slick skin. for all the teasing you do to him, something about this, how explicit it feels, heats your face beyond belief, goes straight to your pussy, and you’re sincere in asking “are you okay, jacky?” with your head leant against the door, listening. kinda hoping he’ll invite you in.

the way he says “fuck off.” is choked, painfully obvious, even moreso when he caps it with “i’m busy.”. and just like that, your sencerity is gone, and if jack could see your pleased little smile, he’d lose it on the spot.

this feels SO real cause i KNOW that man is flipping you every which way, not a spare thought for what it's doing to your muscles (and it feels good, anyway. he's so overexcited, can only think about getting as deep as possible, hitting as hard as possible, so missionary would quickly turn to your knees pressed into your chest, then you rolled onto your side, your right leg hooked over matty's right shoulder: it'd be awkward if he weren't fuckin' battering your gspot, pinning your hips with his hands and pressing you so hard into the mattress you feel the springs against your spine every time his cock butts against your cervix.)

also he's sweet and doting in the morning when you're throbbing and walking funny, but he's equally teasing. "this is your fault." you'd say, stood on shaky legs, taking the paracetamol he'd bought in for the dull ache in your muscles.

- 💌 anon

(also i adored ur grubi blurb!! you are amazing,thank you!!)

i'm obsessed with this. a liiiittle mean dom marty under the cut <3

the daddy thing definitely starts as a joke, a nickname because neither of you are naïve to the age gap, (you’re still a grown adult and it’s a maturely discussed dynamic), but you know how it looks, especially when he acts like that, a little like a sugar daddy. maybe like, one time you’re getting ready to go out, you make a dumb comment, meaningless: “you look like my daddy.” when he’s all suit and tie and you’re in something silken and flashy, and he’s behind you in the mirror, a hand teasing, crawling up your throat with his mouth to your temple like “i am your daddy.” and you laugh, then, need to get out to the car and make some important event. but daddy falls from your mouth when he’s got a hand pushed up under the slit in the leg of your dress in the elevator after the event, and he definitely doesn’t stop the name. maybe he shoves two fingers knuckles-deep in you at it in this stupid hotel elevator, idk! 

and daddy definitely weasels its way out of the bedroom, too. makes his friends choke on their meals when you chime “daddy, pass the dressing?” at dinner, because it’s still a bit of a joke to you, in this context, and it’s kinda just a nickname, now, but the younger guys, especially? definitely taking that thought home with them.

speaking of his boys: feel like marty lets them talk. likes to watch them run their mouths and drool over you, buy you drinks and make snide comments: “when marty gets too old to keep up with you, y’know where to find me.” because marty’s an asshole, showy and confident above all else, and, as long as you’re comfortable, he likes having what others want. more than anything, he likes having an excuse to turn around and sip on that drink one of his boys bought you, himself, in front of whoever’s tab it was on. and he really likes having an excuse to feel you up, a little, catch the younger men gawking. let his hands skate just a little too high up your leg in plain sight, grab at your ass, maybe. take your jaw in his strong hands and tongue kiss you like you don’t know there are mouths gaping, people gasping over it, how obviously lewd it is.

matty x brother's best friend who he "hates"? please ????

he's got this very specific energy where it's like. he'd choke you and you'd choke him back. manhandle you and get off on you trying to push him around, too (maybe let you, sometimes: play wrestle with you and let you think you're winning for a sec before he's got you pinned down telling you to "shut up and take it,".

and you could've have his head between your thighs for hours. you could be mid-orgasm on his fuckin fingers for the fourth time that night: it doesn't matter how good he makes you feel. your moaned words always sound something like "fuck you," or "god, shut up,".)