#and stayed with me for a while after I got home to make sure I was okay

[madamechrissy]

College Student! Gojo headcannons

pairings- Yandere college student! gojo x professor f!reader

warnings - MDNI - he's yandere asf, manipulative and honestly pyscho Toru, lil bit of an age gap (reader is 30, gojo is 22) sexual tension, stalking, Satoru being a freak, obsession, taboo relationships, fingering, and ofc finger sucking, mentions of masturbation, reversing the professor trope 😌

I brought up doing a oneshot of college student gojo being obsessed with professor reader, so here are headcanons 🤭🤭

College Student! Gojo who can't help but touch himself in the back of your class, watching his pretty professor - you - write on the board in black marker. You're so concentrated, looking back and smiling so pretty and sweet, like you always do- before going to the front of your desk and sitting right on it. He has to hastily stop rubbing himself over his jeans, but he keeps leaking pre as he slips his eyes up your bare legs, that skirt shoved up as you cross them at the ankles. All he can think of is sinking to his knees and worshipping you.

College Student! Gojo knows almost everything about you - how can he not want to know more? Not just because you're pretty - you absolutely are, the other guys always talked about it. Which infuriated Satoru further, since you're his, even if you don't know yet. No, it's something about you, since his blue eyes settled right on you, day one of class. He can't pinpoint it, but every college girl his age just pales in comparison, to the point he outright avoids them at any party, turns them down in lieu of jerking it to pictures of you. Not even sexy ones, just selfies he finds, like a morning ritual he makes sure to cum just for you. He knows you're not much older than he is, you seemingly love wine, and you adore cats, you seem like a bit of a loner, a hopeless romantic. He supposes it's why you teach English Lit.

College Student! Gojo can't help but stay after class constantly, always offering to help you during the once a week he got to see you (that you know of, that is) and you just always try to tell him to go home. 'Gojo, don't you have parties to get to?' you'll tease, while he helps you clean the desks, and he'll look at you that way, the way he really shouldn't. 'Nah, I'm having fun right here, professor' - he'll just slip those pretty blue eyes down your body for a flicker of a moment, before smirking a bit, towering over you. It's almost impossible for you to try to remember - he's your student - like some fucking mantra, and snap yourself the fuck out of it.

College Student! Gojo makes sure to brush against you just so, noticing the way your cheeks flush, and you'll clear your throat - it's one of your little ticks he's noticed, along with fiddling with your pens and picking at your pretty lips. You'll put a hand on his shoulder and smile up at him, eyes just a little lidded, so close he can feel the heat between your thighs. 'Thank you Gojo, you're the best,' you'll say, he'll just shrug and grin. 'anything for my favorite professor' and then he'll just walk off, leaving you just a little dizzy - not that you'd ever admit it. Watching the six foot four senior student slip into his fancy sports car and wink at you, is truly something overwhelming in itself. You'll however slip into your very safe volvo, trying to shake the thoughts, shoving them back by snuggling with your cat and sipping wine, watching pride and prejudice again.

College Student! Gojo sees you on campus on days it's not just your class, and he'll always smile and say hi to you. You notice the interactions get more frequent, but you actually enjoy them. 'Can you help me with some questions I have?' he asks you today, and you narrow your eyes, knowing his grades and the scores he gets are top notch. 'Satoru you have top test scores, you're better than me at them,' he pouts all cute until you relent. 'come on then, thirty minutes, pretty please!?' he pouts, and you sigh, nodding your head. Satoru eagerly follows you to your now empty class, shutting the door, and your heart just hammers. What you don't know, is Satoru made sure to unhook your starter in your car (he totally didn't! It just isn't working!) so you'll need him anyway to bring you home.

College Student! Gojo sits at your desk, while you stand next to him, leaned over just a bit - a hint of your breasts peeking from your blouse, but you soon realize he knows everything, sighing and looking at him in confusion. 'You don't need me for this, you know,' you tease a bit, but he looks up at you, eyes dark and stormy, making your heart race when he whispers - 'I do need you' - before brushing his long fingers across the back of your hand, you don't move them, letting him slowly slip them up, your chest rises and falls with your breath. You cannot risk your career- it's not even the age, he's not that far from you, but your career. You pull back, clearing your throat then. 'I need to head home, I'm sorry.'

College Student! Gojo watches as you try unsuccessfully to start your car - surprise, it was him! - knocking on your window and smiling as you open the door. 'Need help, professor?' he asks softly, right when it starts sprinkling. 'Fuck, I think it's my starter?' he muses how smart you are internally, smiling a bit as the rain starts pattering from the dark grey clouds. 'Let me take you home for now, we can come look at your car tomorrow, it's gonna storm all night.' You tense again, the last thing you need is to be stuck in his sports car with the damn off limits pretty boy when you're ovulating and he's making your brain fucked by his proximity. But also, you can't stay here when it's about to downpour. 'C'mon, professor,' he holds out a hand, and you rush over to his car.

College Student! Gojo has the heat on for you in moments, windshield wipers quickly flicking side to side, the sound mixing with the low hum of his car - eclipsed by your racing heart. He looks over, swiping some droplets across his silvery hair, to see your white blouse got just wet enough that he can see the black lace of your bra. Seeing his gaze, you gasp, turning away then, only for him to chuckle softly, putting his hand on the gear shift now. 'I have a shirt back there, if you wanna throw it on -' He damn near grins when he sees you panic. 'No!?' he just laughs, and you cross your arms, shivering a bit even as the heat starts. 'it's embarrassing enough you just saw...' he hums a bit, his hand slipping to your thigh as he drives. 'Saw what, your pretty tits?'

College Student! Gojo has your mouth open in shock - he could find so many better uses for it, truly, fuck your lips are in that perfect O, he knows you could take his cock. Judging by your socials, your last boyfriends looked like losers, and you're just so high strung, he wonders when is the last time you cum, or if you have like he'd get you. 'Did I mishear you, Gojo?' he doesn't move his hand, burning your skin over your stockings, your heart hammers in your ear. 'No, you didn't sweetheart, I'll say it again - your tits are pretty, from what I can see,' his voice is soft, husky, and entirely too much. He's driving now, focused on the road, when you realize it 'h-how do you know where to take me?'

College Student! Gojo pauses just one second before smiling over at you. 'You mentioned your neighborhood in class, but I don't know directly where your home is,' you wrack your brain for it, but sigh. 'Oh, of course...' he looks down at you when you're at a red light, the soft red casting a glow on his face, leaning close - too close, hand higher, until he feels your heat, thumb brushing over the lacy band along your thigh, moaning softly as he pictures it, seeing them fully. 'Y-you shouldn't do that...' you manage, and he hums softly, lips a breath away while the light goes green. 'Why can't I? Feels like she wants it, hmm?' You swallow nervously, when he drives once more, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks - the car is suddenly too small, the scent of him suffocating. 'I'm older than you...' he laughs then. 'you're barely older than me, and you look my age' you hate that it makes you feel good, that you want his hand higher, self loathing mixing with heady desire, all trapped in this fucking car with him.

College Student! Gojo notices it, your blush on your pretty cheeks, how you shift, god he can sense how wet you are, a little slick on that inner thigh driving him to distraction, he feels you press them together, his thumb slipping up even higher. 'Why don't you take my hand off?' You do just that, realizing you've been letting him. Your hand is trembling then. 'You're not acting appropriately at all, don't forget I'm your teacher' his dark little chuckle makes your tummy flip, cunt drooling from just a touch. It has been forever- and your sex life has been sad to be honest - but you can't let that happen, who would that make you? Sure, if you ran into him at a fucking bar and he wasn't your top english lit student. Satoru looks over again, touching you with that gaze, murmuring. 'I haven't forgotten at all. Where exactly is your place?'

College Student! Gojo watches as you show him where to go, playing oblivious. Satoru has been here before, peering at his pretty teacher through the window. You really should keep those curtains closed, when you're his, he'll have to make sure of it. He knows he could do everything for you. He's got an entire corporation he's inheriting soon, and he can't imagine a better person to be by his side. You won't have to work and drive a shitty old Volvo, he'd take such good care of you. You're looking at the rain now, gathering your things, he sees your hands are shaking. 'Wait till the rain eases up, hmm?' He says your first name then for the first time, soft and seductive, and suddenly he's too close.

College Student! Gojo cups your face, elegant fingers brushing your overheated cheek, your breasts are rising and falling under that see through blouse. You bite your lip while the rain pours on the windshield, thunder rolling in the distance. He has the wipers off, so you're encompassed in the darkness, hidden by the rain, too close to him. 'Question, professor,' he drawls out those words, all you can do is swallow nervously, nodding. 'If you met me somewhere else, and I wasn't your student, would you kiss me?' You gasp, pulling back, for his hand to entangle in your damp strands of hair. 'Focus only on me, sweetheart.' He shouldn't fucking talk like that... you're looking away only for him to grip your chin, turning you to him. 'Why would you even want me, you're...'

College Student! Gojo glares when you trail off. 'I'd fuck every insecurity from your pretty body,' a hand slips down, you're panicking, it's too much, you can taste his breath as his words sink in like a caress. 'You're the sexiest woman I've seen, every part I haven't seen I'm sure is...' you want to pull away, when he slips your pencil skirt up, when he looks at you like that. 'You like hearing it don't you?' You take a breath, struggling to find willpower when your body is aching, and your mind is muddled. 'Satoru we can't, even if I want to. I can't risk doing that, ethics-' he's slipping his fingers over your soaked panties now, making you gasp, dripping down his finger. He gives you a white grin that's as sexy as it is fucking feral and terrifying, rubbing you over them. 'Fuck, does ethics makes you that wet? You're soaked, pretty professor...'

College Student! Gojo fingers the squelching wetness of your cunt now, and you don't stop him, no you spread your thighs. Little pants of breath escape your lips, the windows fogging with the heat from the vents and your bodies. You inhale it in your lungs, whining and clinging to his expensive dress shirt. 'Just let me make you cum, just once, I think you need it, don't you?' He slips two long fingers in, moaning as he feels how tight you grip him, his fingers stretching you. 'You work so hard sweetheart - god you're that tight? Fuck...' he's curling them like you've never felt, hitting that spongy spot in your slick walls with precision. You're arching your hips when his free hand yanks down your top, pressing hot kisses to your breasts, lapping your nipple over the lace. 'This is... insane and... we can't so... f-fuck, ngh!' You're rolling your hips, greedily tugging at his hair as he bites your nipple, grinning, looking up under his lashes at you.

College Student! Gojo can hardly stop himself from cumming in his pants, feeling your soaked cunt, tasting your skin, the rain just enhances it, how yummy you are, how he can feel the way you'll squeeze his cock soon. 'Hear how loud you are, teach... you cunt is slutty, needy' you glare at him, fingers itching to smack, but instead they grip his forearm, when he moves his fingers up and down, feeling the muscles tense and release. 'Too much... pressure... mnh!' He grins again, the lighting flashing and making him look this mix of beautiful and fucking scary, when he gently runs his teeth across your collarbone. 'Never cum before- not really, huh? Don't worry, I can teach you how to, sweetheart...' you're sniffling, tears in your eyes, while he rocks them. You finally lean forward, lips pressing his, then Satoru loses it.

College Student! Gojo presses on you, a knee on your passenger seat as the storm rages. His mouth devours yours, hungry and desperate, tongue warring with yours for dominance. It's like nothing you've felt, you try to chalk it up as insanity - work has clearly fucked you too much - but you know deep down it's not that. He's taking over every sense you have with his kisses. Satoru pulls off, biting back a whimper he'll share later- when he fucks your throat, your cunt, every hole you have. He's exhaling, watching the woman he's dreamed of fall apart for him. 'That's it, cum just f'me,' he whispers, pressing his thumb on your twitchy little clit, the combination too much, pushing you over the edge. You shatter for him, orgasm hitting your core and spreading, until you're a soppy mess, cunt gushing all over his hand, screaming out without meaning to, until he drinks your cries, kissing you again. It's messy, just like he's made your cunt, little hole quivering in aftershocks around his fingers. He pulls back and watches you then, smirking.

College Student! Gojo whispers against you - 'Fucking perfect, look at you... did I make you feel so good baby?' You're too fucked out to te him not to call you it, just nodding. 'Good girl, telling me how you feel.' You can hardly get yourself together, when he's sucking his fingers into his mouth, you inhale at the sight, making you clench around nothing. 'Satoru... what...' he spreadable your arousal on his lips, eyes lit up so blue its hard to handle, looking at you now. 'I'll take you to school tomorrow, and fix the car, okay?' You shake your head, realizing what happened, trying to button your shirt with violently shaking hands. 'We can't again, ever... we... it...' he helps you button it, smiling softly. The rain is sprinkling now, revealing the sky, the fact that you let him make you cum in broad daylight. 'I'll see you in the morning.' Is all he says, watching you run in the house, stroking his thick cock then and there in your driveway, aching for release.

You can't do it again, you won't do it again, you have to stay away from him. You're arranging a ride to avoid him, but as soon as you step out, Satoru is right there, leaned next to his car with his shades. You hesitate, but he's acting perfectly normal, as if nothing happened. You ease a bit, smiling nervously, wondering if it's just a moment, but he's simply waiting, letting the days pass by. Touching you with little brushes 'accidentally' walking by you too close, dropping something right by your desk so he'll be bending down almost in front of your legs. Smiling at you the way he does across the campus. Satoru has a long game he's playing, and he's waiting for his pretty professor to beg for him.

Imma do a full one sometime or just do a part two this style?? what do yall think!

Kofi link if you wanna buy me a glass of wine - it motivates the smut!🍷

a/n- tagging those who said they wanted to read this hehe- @starryeyedjester @theelegantpotato @saltwaterships @celineko20 @gorf333 @berry-marys @chiyokoemilia @re-tired-succubus @aldebrana @dazed-lavender @seellove @quinny23 @doppo-poet @getofanclub @beabagumi @tojislefttiddies @parasite-b @ic-slxt @melodyssillylittlethoughts @thelostkira @rocketxgir @theeamazingshaybaby @cherrrylimade @mutsu422 @kitchen-cryptid @luciferlikesducks

[shinoko-oshi]

Trying to buy new furniture w Simon

Something something, after you moved in with Simon, he’s not used to all the decor that keeps popping up every time you come back from the store.

His place had always been bare before, only the few necessities he needed. It wasn’t that he necessarily wanted it that way, it was just, he was so used to it that when he saw pillows on the couch, not just regular pillows, fancy pillows, his brows furrowed.

“What’s this?” he muttered, turning it around to all sides like he was inspecting a grenade.

You huffed, gently taking the pillow back and rearranging it into place on the couch.

“Pillows…?”

He looked at you like you’d grown a second head.

“Pillows are for the bed, not the couch, last time I checked.”

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Decorative pillows? Are you dense, Si? They’re for decoration, and where did you ‘check’ because last I saw, about everyone has pillows for their couch.”

“Not me” he grunted.

“Yeah, well that’s because you never decorate”

He huffed, crossing his arms like a grumpy bear. “Waste of yer money, I tell ya, biggest scam ever”

he proceeded to plop down onto the couch, glaring at the pillows like they’d personally offended him before reaching for the remote.

Next time, it was your bedroom. You heard him call something out from the doorway and got up to see what he was fussing about.

“Why does our bloody bedroom look like an ikea pop up?” he grunted, an apple in his hand that he had been mindlessly eating. He leaned against the doorframe, brows furrowed like he was looking at a crime scene.

“Because it looks nice…?”

He was quiet for a moment before you caught sight of his new expression. You could’ve sworn his jaw dropped as he rushed over to his side of the bed.

“What did you do with my pillow?”

“Did you throw it out?” Simon’s face dropped, he’d looked like his entire family had just died. I apologize in advance for that

“No…? I put a cover on it” You huffed, confused.

He looked a tad bit relieved when he unzipped the side to see his familiar pillow still inside.

“Thank god” he mumbled, clutching it like he’d nearly had a heart attack had it not been there.

“Get this- stupid bloody awful thing off” he muttered under his breath as his large, clumsy fingers peeled the decorative cover off, revealing his bare naked pillow.

“That—” he pointed to the cover with a glare, “is not going back on my pillow.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even be upset. You were just so baffled you let out a laugh when he placed his pillow back on the bed without the cover, patting it down with satisfaction.

And it stayed like that, sure enough. That was probably the start of when you realized Simon had emotional attachments to some of his stuff. Like when you tried buying a new couch, since the old one was far past its last limb.

You tried to surprise Simon when he came home from work that day, smiling proudly at the new couch set up in the living room. But he had the same exact expression painted on his face as when he thought you got rid of his pillow.

“Where’s my couch?” he asked, sucking in a breath after he remembered to breathe.

“It’s in the other room, I just thought, y’know… it was time for a new couch—”

He rushed right past you mid sentence, returning in under thirty seconds later with his old couch held above his head, setting it down with a sigh of relief as he sank into it like it was his throne.

“Bloody terrified me, love” he said, shaking his head.

You let out a small amused snort.

While Simon never let you put a cover back on his pillow again or replace his couch, you didn’t mind. It was endearing, in a way. Now, instead both couches sat in the living room pushed together, and you continued to make the bed each morning with his bare pillow fluffed up against all your decorative ones and covered pillows.

Because at the end of the day, it wasn’t the decor that made it home. It was him and all his stubborn little comforts too.

I get so unbelievably mad when I see a lady w her husband and she won’t let him decorate THEIR house and only gets the stuff she likes 😒 like if you don’t like that man decorate BOTH of ur guys house

Also sorry for being inactive recently im on vacation rn so in a little bit ill be back to posting again but i made this rq 😼

[tojisteddy]

Shiu who takes you home after getting overwhelmed at the bar.

It was a fun night bar hopping.

Drinks and laughter and falling over each other.

Fun, until you got to the bar you were in now.

It was jam packed, from some office party you think, and people are loud, and the music is just below the conversations, and there’s some spilled drinks on the floor. Waiters quickly trying to catch up with the people and their orders.

Shiu is laughing at something when you set the uptenth round of drinks on the table. Instead of sitting down, Shiu sees you flinch at some noise behind you. Your eyes trail off, stoic, taking in a deep breath.

“You alright Angel?”

He snaps you out of your trace, a gentle hand touching your arm. You nod, giving him the best smile you can, but it’s not in your eyes, “Mhm, it’s a lot of people.”

That’s all you say, you take a seat next to him and Shiu wrapped his arm around your shoulder, continuing his conversation while you stuffed your head into his arm. But his eyes are on you the next hour, just to see if you feel any better, but that pretty smile doesn’t come back unless you catch him staring at you. Shiu knows you like the back of his hand, he knows that you’re checked out for the night just from the way you’re barley in conversation, how your eyes slowly blink, your breathing slower than usual, how quiet you were.

“We’re gonna head home.” He finally says, giving your hand a light squeeze. You eyes widen a little, and your eyebrows furrow.

“You guys can’t stay for one more? Just one more man!” He friend asks as you two stand from the booth.

Shiu nods. “We’re good, gotta catch the last train anyway.”

The booth with your friends fills with moans and groans but goodbyes none the less. You finally exit the bar in one piece, Shiu doesn’t say anything, just holds your hand, guiding you two to the crowd on the street and into station.

It’s when you two start the walk home, you’re able to speak again, eyes weary, you walk infront of him. He gave you is shit jacket sometime on the train, always making sure your not cold so you don’t get a cold. You hold yourself tighter, the sound of both your feet hitting the pavement. Then you hear it, the fwick, fwick, fwick of the lighter you got him for his birthday. Simple really, just black with both first initials ingrained on it. But Shiu loves the little thing.

“I’m sorry, I ruined your night.”

He stops in this tracks. So do you.

He exhales, the smoke swirling into the night sky, “Mind saying that again, to my face this time?” His voice comes out casual but you know better— there’s that confusion, a little worry.

But you can’t. You’re too embarrassed that you couldn’t keeo yourself together just for one night. You could be the life of the party, have as much fun as anybody else— just one little thing can set it off.

Shiu goes to catch up to you but you walk forward just as he does, footsteps faster than his.

It’s a chase.

He sighs after trying twice more but to no avail, “Baby,” he runs his fingers through his short black locks. “How could you have ruined my night? Could you tell me that, at least?”

“Because I was just- I was being a Debby downer. I know you wanted to stay and talk and I- I just ruined it.” You huff.

He’s lucky he caught you, spinning you around to face him. A pained expression on written on your face, that adorable bottom lip popping out, but no tears. Shiu cups your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“You didn’t ruin shit baby.”

“It feels like it though.”

“You were tired,” he corrects, hugging you close. You breathe him in, the faint smell of beer, cologne and tobacco filling your nose. But it soothes you finally. “You danced and talked and drank for ages, had work on top of that too, course your battery would be done by the end of the fuckin day.”

He leans back just enough to see you, really take you in under the street light. And your perfect, sleep already in your eyes, makeup still in tact, curls a little frizzy but you’re gorgeous. He pecks your lips, “Next time we’ll leave sooner, just talk to me angel.”

“I didn’t want to make you upset.” You muttered, eyes wander but he lifts your chin, another peck. Then another. Five for good measure.

“You’d never. I’m here for you honey, always. You make the order I’ll make it happen. Remember that for me.”

You slowly nod, and he smiles. Taking your hand in his and leading the two of you home.

“Let’s get home, yeah? Take a nice bath together.” He hums, kissing your the knuckles.

a/n: no one cares but I think about one of my fav chronic smokers a lot.

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[livfastdieyoung69]

mr john price and belgian malinois hybrid!reader who cannot be pried out of any body of water

(og post)

First, it’s the willingness to jump straight into a muddy river, tail wagging, on her first mission with them. Sure, they’re all a bit confused but Price is the only one to have known her longer than a week, so they just assume she’s always like that. Overachieving and overexciting - like a puppy.

Then, Gaz is the one to notice her habit of long showers a few weeks into having her on base, so she’s still only really comfortable with John, who Laswell introduced before the rest of the team. Like, insanely long - reaching for an hour, possibly longer -showers.

Everyone else will be eating already, and halfway through their lunch she’ll saunter over with damp hair and a fresh set of clothes.

“Liking the showers quite a bit, aren’t you?” Kyle asks with a silly little smirk in between a couple bites. She nods, thinking nothing of it.

“Laswell said I could go in the water whenever I want. N’ that I can come over n’ swim at her pool whenever but that I can’t live with her cause her n’ her wife’s dog don’t like anyone else.”

This lead to the realization that she didn’t have a home outside of the base, and way just…living at the base all the time. She loves Laswell but she couldn’t bring her home, and she gets along with the others great, loves playing around with them, but the ‘only listening to John’ thing became very apparent early on. Price decides, what the hell, how is he supposed to say no to that face, and he’s been a bit lonely anyways, and brings her on home.

She does the shower thing at home too. (Immediately calls John’s house home after the first time she slips into his bed in the middle of the night.) Loves the bath as well. Just…sits in there for so long.

John decides, after a few months, that she deserves more than a damn bathtub. After their last recon for a while, the pair go home to a new, huge, in-ground swimming pool in the back yard.

She’s so incredibly happy, jumping on him with big smooches to the cheek, and then immediately trying to pull her clothes off and jump in. (She doesn’t have a bathing suit, not that she knows of. John has one for her hidden away in the back of the closet.) He manages to wrangle her inside to put it on, and then she is immediately taking a dash to the pool. Price joins her for a bit, walking around in the shallow end while making quiet conversation with her completely wrapped around his front. He gets out to make dinner, and she stays in. Even eats dinner outside, hair sopping wet and wrapped in a towel, taking a break from the diving sticks John was throwing into the deep end for her.

She comes back inside a couple hours later, after it’s gotten pitch black, standing on the hardwood after running inside. John turns in his recliner, eyebrows raising, and she pants out that, “Bugs were tryin’ to eat me, John!”

He helps her dry off with a cheeky remark of, “Can tell you’re a sweet girl, pup,” that’s got her giggling under the new, warm towel (he put it in the dryer, the sweet man he is) his big palms are wrapping around her.

He guides her to the bathroom attached to his room to wash all of that chlorine off with a nice, warm shower. Throws some pjs they (he) just bought on the cabinet, and brushes his teeth while she’s in the shower.

“John?” She calls, and he can tell she’s criss-cross on the shower floor again. She likes how the water feels on her back. He hums back. “Can the guys come swimmin’ in the pool soon?”

His smile couldn’t be any fonder while he responds back, “Maybe. We’ll have to ask now, won’t we?”

With how fast she falls asleep, and stays asleep, John decides that, yes, they will be coming over to swim.

[janeyseymour]

Smooth Like Whiskey p6

Summary: What happened when Melissa wasn't checking in on you? And what will happen now?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“What the hell?” Your voice goes up a few octaves in pitch, completely and utterly surprised and what is in front of you.

“This is why I didn’t want Barbara to bring you here… yet,” Melissa tells you quietly, her hand on the small of your back.

“Melissa,” your voice shakes as you continue to take in the items surrounding you. “What- what did you do?”

She leads you over to the bed in the middle of the room. “This is… it’s yours.” The owner of the house gestures to the room.

“Melissa,” you say again, and your voice wavers. You’re surrounded by most, if not all, of your belongings.

“This is why I had to step out,” the redhead whispers as she settles on the bed next to you. “Why I wasn’t at work after lunch- why Barb and all the others were checkin’ in on you and I wasn’t.”

“I was tasked with making sure you didn’t try to run away,” Barbara tells you as she takes up the other side of you. “This is why she had to step out.”

“I-” you flounder for words. “What the hell?” is all you can get out. Everything in front of you… the things they’re telling you? This isn’t real. Nobody loves you enough to do such a big task for you. You weren’t worth enough to have this happen.

“I may have taken it upon myself to move you out when you told me it was… her apartment,” your colleague reveals. “That’s why I disappeared. I told Ava it was an emergency, and I had to go.”

“I- I thought you hated me,” you say softly as you lean against her frame. “I thought that you left because you couldn’t handle it anymore.”

“I told you earlier, and I meant it: I’m here for you every step of the way.”

“We all are,” Barbara smiles as she presses a kiss to your temple. “But for now, I should be heading home. Gerald is probably pacing our bedroom wondering where I’m at.”

“Go,” Melissa instructs. “I got her.”

“We love you, honey,” the kindergarten teacher squeezes your shoulder gently. “Let us help you. Let Melissa here help you.”

And with that, Barbara Howard heads out. You turn to the redhead that you’re leaning on, head resting against her shoulder gently.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Those green eyes sparkle with pride. “Let’s just say, Nicole won’t be bothering you any time soon.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Nothing bad, I promise,” Melissa chuckles softly despite herself. “Let me explain.”

*earlier that day*

Melissa was holding onto you with everything she could, as if she was the one who could singlehandedly keep you tethered to this world. But she couldn’t do this alone. She was going to need backup. She was going to need an immense amount of backup and extra hands if she was going to perfectly execute what she was already planning in her mind.

As she continued to hold onto you tightly, trying to keep you on Planet Earth, she shifted slightly. Her phone was in her jacket pocket. Upon seeing that you weren’t paying attention to what she was doing- you may have physically been there, but mentally? You’re so far gone-, she scrolls through.

To Barb: I need you to gather the crew and make your way down to Y/N’s room.

From Barb: Are you alright?

To Barb: Please, Barb.

From Barb: I’m already on my way, and you know that. But can you tell me what’s happening?

To Barb: I need to go get as much of Y/N’s stuff from her apartment as I can, and I need to go now. But I need someone to stay with her while she’s… having a moment.

From Barb: and the rest of the group?

To Barb: I’m going to need their help after school. And it’s easier to explain in person than through text.

The kindergarten teacher made her way into the room and closed the door as gently as she could, her hearting breaking at the sight in front of her- the heart wrenching sobs that were racking your body. You were shaking with such a sadness. You, of all people, did not deserve this heartache.

“I’m here,” Barbara whispered to her work wife.

“Stay with her, please,” Melissa sighed softly. “And whatever happens, do not tell her what I’m doing. I know she won’t accept the help if she’s aware of what’s happening.”

“Are you sure that’s the right decision? Not telling her?”

Green eyes narrowed, yet they still sparkled with mischief and determination. “I know her well enough to know that she would never accept this sort of help, but she needs it. And I’ll be damned if I’m not the one helping her through this.”

With that sentiment, Melissa stood and made her way out of the room, only to be greeted by the rest of your friends- arms crossed and brows furrowed.

“What the hell?” Ava asked. “I could be watchin-”

“You can watch Love Island later,” the redhead gritted out. “I need a favor. Like, a big favor.”

“I can’t get you outta jury duty again,” Mr. Johnson grumbled. “It cost me too much the first time.”

“I have an emergency and need to go,” is what Melissa decided to reveal, hoping they wouldn’t ask any questions. But of course, they do and she knows she has to reveal her intentions.

“And what would that emergency be?” the principal challenged.

“Getting Y/N out of her apartment and away from that bitch she used to call a fiancee.”

“They’re still en-” Janine started.

“No, they aren’t,” Melissa shut her down quickly. “It- listen, her situation is bad. So, I need some coverage for the end of the day, and then when school is over, I need youse to come help me move her stuff into my house.”

“What’s in it for us?”

“Ava!” Jacob was the one to scold the principal. “If- if Y/N needs help, I’ll be there.”

“Us too,” Gregory nodded along as he looked to his girlfriend, who also gave an affirmative.

Eyes fell to Ava and Mr. Johnson, who hadn’t said anything yet.

“I’ll be there,” Mr. Johnson stated, before pointing a finger at the redhead. “But you owe me a ziti.”

“Done.” Melissa sticks out her hand, and the custodian shakes it with a seriousness he usually never possesses.

“Well, if everyone else is going to be there,” Ava sighed heavily. “And I’ll figure out coverage for you.”

Melissa took a breath. “Thank you guys. Seriously, thank you… and pray to God I don’t go full Schemmenti on this bitch’s ass- I know Y/N would not want me to do that.” And with that, she strode down the hall to gather her things for the day.

Justice would come hell or high water for Y/N, Melissa vowed to herself as she pulled up to the apartment complex. Forcing herself to take a deep breath, the second grade teacher knocked on your apartment door.

“Just leave the package on the mat!” Nicole’s voice called out.

“Not a delivery man, Nicole!” Melissa practically growled, fists clenched. 

It took a few minutes of harsh pounding against your front door for your ex to finally open up. She looked more than disheveled.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Nicole spit out.

“Babe, is that the food?” another voice deeper within the apartment could be heard.

Those sparkling green eyes turned a steely gray at that voice. It didn’t take a genius to put together that Nicole was cheating on you, and upon breaking off the engagement, she fell right into bed with… whoever. It takes everything in the woman to not commit arson. But she knows that your things are in there, there are other people in the complex… you wouldn’t be happy with her if she did that. So, she doesn’t do anything. She just stands there, forcing herself to calm down.

“Why the fuck are you here, you cheating bitch?”

“I’m not a cheating bitch, and neither is Y/N, but you sure seem to be,” Melissa stated cooly.

Your ex went to swing on your coworker, but Melissa easily dodged it. She grabbed at Nicole’s wrist and pinned her up against the door.

“I’m not here to fight you,” the redhead hissed out. “As much as I want to beat the absolute living shit out of you for hurting someone as sweet and kind as Y/N, I’m not going to.”

“Then why the fuck are you here?” Nicole spit in her face.

That elicited Schemmenti to slam Nicole into the door as a warning. “Let me amend my statement: As much as I want to beat the absolute living shit out of you, I’m not going to- unless you provoke me. Then, I don’t give half a fucking shit.”

“Like hell you could,” Nicole challenged.

“I’m only here to get Y/N out of your life as quickly as I can,” Melissa gritted out. “Not do anything else- unless I have to.”

Nicole, seemingly understanding just how powerful the redhead is, finally nodded without another word. Melissa released her grip on the woman, before looking her up and down. “And do not try fucking anything while I move her out.”

“At this point, just get that fucking slut out of here.”

Your coworker practically rushed the woman back up against the door. “What did you say?”

“At this point, just move her out. Then I can finally start to live my life with someone worth loving.” Your ex starts to saunter down the hallway towards the living room.

Knowing that this was only going to continue to go in circles, thee second grade teacher chose to silence herself.

“Her shit is all on the left side of the room,” Nicole yelled down the hall. “But it’s pretty easy to figure out what all is hers, and what is mine.”

Melissa worked by herself for three terrible hours, taking things out of the house and into her car, and then driving to her house and unloading what she could before making her way back over. And then the rest of your friends showed up, and moving became a lot easier. With Gregory’s strength and Mr. Johnson’s truck, they were able to load bulkier items- your bookshelf, your vanity… those sorts of things. Gone was the back and forth game Melissa had been playing thanks to the six vehicles that could now help transport your belongings.

“Is that everything?” Janine asked as she wiped sweat from her forehead after far too long. They had been through the bedroom, the living room, the bathroom, and the office, and it finally seemed like they were finished.

Melissa nodded, hunched in on herself as she attempted to catch her breath. “We can all meet back at my place and start unloading.”

“I’ll be over on my own time,” Mr. Johnson had said with a wave of the hand. “Have something I need to take care of.”

“I have to drop something to my grandmother, but I’ll be over,” Ava sighed.

Gregory looked to Melissa. “I’ll grab some food for us and be over. This seems like it’s going to be a long night.”

“I was in the middle of directing Jacob and Janine, my idiot children, on where to set down some of your smaller items when Barb pulled up,” Melissa tells you. “I wanted everything to be set up for you so that you wouldn’t have to worry about moving out, and if you didn’t know about it, you couldn’t tell us to stop. You couldn’t tell me that you weren’t putting yourself on me like this- because I know that’s exactly what you would tell me.”

“I-” you dissolve into tears for what seems like the millionth time today, although this time, they’re thankful tears. “You guys did not have to do this for me.”

“Yes we did,” the redhead smiles at you. “You’re… you’re you, Y/N. I don’t think you understand how much we all love you and want you to be okay. I love you and want you to be okay.” She squeezes your hand softly.

“I could’ve handled it myself,” you protest.

Emerald eyes are rolled with a smirk. “You could’ve, but you didn’t have to. We took care of the heavy lifting. And we’re here for you as you continue to heal from those burns, and as you continue this new chapter of your life. I’m here for you.”

You wipe at the corners of your eyes with a heavy breath. “Thank you,” you whisper. Then you clear your throat. “And thank you for not committing arson or physical assault for me.”

“I don’t think you understand how hard I had to try to restrain myself,” Melissa laughs.

You let out half a laugh. “I’ll be out of your hair by next month, once I find a-”

The redhead stops you mid-sentence. “When I told you that this room was yours, I meant it.”

“I would argue with you right now, but I’m too tired to,” you grumble.

“There won’t be an arguments,” Melissa tells you sternly as she turns to lay you down in your new bedroom. “But go to sleep. I’m sure we have a lot to do tomorrow to get you settled in to your liking.”

Your new housemate, and (if you have anything to say in the matter) new landlord, stands from the bed with another gentle squeeze to the hand. She goes to pull herself away from you- to let you get the rest that, despite the fact that you were passed out on her couch for hours, so desperately need. But you don’t let her. You keep a loose grip on her wrist.

“Hun?” Melissa’s brows furrow in confusion.

You roll onto your side to face the woman still standing at the side of your bed. And… in the quietest voice Melissa thinks she’s ever heard out of you, you ask, “Stay?”

Those beautiful green eyes go soft, and her lips form into a small, tight lipped smile. The redhead slides into the bed next to you, laying on her back and allowing you to decide how much space you want tonight.

To her surprise, you practically press yourself up against her, desperate for warmth.

“Sorry,” you have to bite back a giggle. “I’m freezing.”

Your new roommate adjusts quickly with a smile. “Not a problem.”

The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes, and when Melissa thinks that you’ve drifted off to sleep, you murmur something out.

“Thank you for staying.”

Her head turns, and her lips press delicately on your temple. “I told you I would be here every step of the way, and I have no intention of ever leaving.”

And just like that, she's done, and I hope that you love her :) Thanks for coming along for the ride! Til next time...

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[kaylamcbridesgf]

All Star ★

You were just supposed to take pictures for this party during WNBA all star weekend, You didn’t expect to be going home with an all star.

pairing: kayla mcbride x photographer!fem!reader

warnings: smut with plot, aftercare, kinda dom kinda soft kayla

word count: 2k

author’s note: first ever fic, first ever smut, kinda scared

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There was a party on the rooftop of the hotel after the WNBA All Star orange carpet. I was often a photographer in professional sports in Indianapolis, this time it just happened to be a party involving WNBA players.

The party started at 9 but there was no one there yet so there was no rush to get my camera equipment ready.

Once the party started coming in I stood in the front near the stage, hoping to get good pictures of everyone dancing and having fun.

I was startled when the small crowd already there got immediately louder when a group of people walked in. Another photographer saw my slight confusion and leaned over to let me know the “Studbudz” had just arrived. I then learned “Studbudz” referred to Courtney Williams and Natisha Hiedeman. But there were a few people walking in with them, but I didn’t know who they were.

Once the crowd died down after their entrance I went back to taking pictures, not bothering to see who exactly I was photographing.

As the night went on, a few people tended to stay towards the front near the DJ table and me photographing. One person in particular was rather pretty, I couldn’t stop looking at her.

She had long blondish braids with a bandana that just looked so good. With the people around her she just looked so chill and content.

Her and her friends began slowly gravitating towards me and I was getting nervous. I started taking pictures of the group when she made direct eye contact with me through the camera lens.

I subconsciously held my breath as I continued to capture the moment, trying to make sure no one noticed just how stiff I had gotten all the sudden.

I turn to take pictures of other people at the party to distract myself from this random girl at this party.

After a bit I turned to where she was before and “took pictures” to try and not seem weird, but her friends had left to go to the bar and she was by herself.

As soon as I turn around she looks up from her seat and we lock eyes, and my heart skips. I can tell she’s a little drunk, but so am I, so who cares.

She stands up and walks towards me casually, like she knows who I am.

She leans in slightly because of the volume of the party, “Hey I’m Kayla. What’s up with you?” she says so calmly as if my heart isn’t beating a million miles a minute.

I look at her in the eyes while you’re so close, she’s really beautiful this close up. You take a breath before answering as calmly as you can, trying to match energy. “Nothing, just taking a few pictures. I’m almost done though,” I quickly look down at my watch, “In about 15 minutes.”

She makes deep eye contact the whole time you’re speaking, “Ight so you can leave with me then?” she says with so much confidence it makes me feel 10 times more confident.

I’m taken aback by her confidence but she’s hot so she has the right, “I might be able to, what do you have in mind?” I say closely, trying to make sure she hears everything I’m saying.

She just nods and takes a step towards the bar, letting her friends know she’s heading out.

For the next 15 minutes, she lingers near the bar, looking over every once in a while to see if I’m ready. Once she sees me walk towards the exit, she follows suit.

Once she catches up, she slides her hand around my waist, like she knows I want her before I can even say anything.

I speak up in the silence leading away from the party, “So where are we going?”

She looks over at me, “I mean my hotel room is down a couple floors, how’s that sound?”

I just hum in response, a little nervous but can’t let it show.

She leads me down the hallway and into the elevator by the small of my back, settling me down slightly.

When the elevator opens she shows me to the room just a couple doors down from the elevator, now I feel a bit more confident walking into her room.

When the door shuts behind her, a chill runs down my spine, knowing exactly what’s going to happen.

Her hand previously on the small of my back now lands on my hips and spins me around to face her. I look up at her and see it in her eyes, she wants it too.

She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth quickly, “Do you want this ma?”

I just nod, because there’s nothing in my brain, just her.

“Nah I need words if you want this to work.” She says and by the look in her eyes, I know she means it.

I nod your head quickly, responding, “Yes, I do.”

She smiles at me, liking that I did what she asked.

“Ight,” she says slowly as she leads you backwards towards her bed.

When my knees hit the back of the bed, I gasp, and she just smiles down at me.

I go to lean back, but she stops me, “Let me take this off first, huh?” She motions to the zipper on the back of my dress. I nod, allowing her to unzip it.

I look up at her with those seductive eyes while she unzips and pulls down my dress.

She drops the dress to the floor and lets her eyes rake up my body back up to your eyes, “God,” she says looking at me so deeply.

Instead of responding I pull her down by the back of her neck to kiss her.

I pull away quickly to pull her shirt over her head, and she smiles. Right after, she pulls down her pants, leaving us both in a bra and underwear.

Both of us just look at each other with so much lust and tension it’s unbearable, so I break it by reaching behind my back to unclasp the black lace bra I have on.

She takes that as a sign to keep going, so she leans in and kisses me deeply, backing us both up to the head of the bed.

She kisses down my jawline and neck, I move my neck to give her better access. She starts sucking and licking in my sweet spot, causing me to moan louder than she’s heard all night.

Continuing her way down my exposed chest and breasts, her eyes widened at the site. “Cmon, touch me,” I say, trying to urge her on.

She brings one nipple into her mouth and brings her hand up to the other, making me feel so good. “Just like that,” I say out of pleasure.

“Lemme show you more mama,” she says looking up at you with her hands still playing with my boobs.

I just hum in response, wanting her to continue. She slowly moves down my body onto my stomach, holding my sides like I’ll disappear from underneath her.

Open mouth kisses are being left on my abdomen leading down to where she knows I need her, but she stays on my stomach, finding her own pleasure in making me wait for more.

I grab her hand that’s on my side to get her attention, “Kayla I need you,” I say quickly, out of breath and frustrated she won’t give me what I need most.

“What you want from me, huh? Use your words for me ma.” She says still kissing and leaving hickeys all over my stomach.

I breathe out, “I want you to eat me out, please.” I pleaded with her. As soon as I say it she just nods and dips lower, sliding your lacy panties off and throwing them somewhere in the room.

“That’s all you had to do. Use your words and I’ll give you anything you want mama.” she says as she kisses on my knee before setting them on her shoulders for a better angle.

She’s still slow with it, kissing up my thighs and into the inside of my thighs.

I cry out, “Please I told you what I needed.” She smiles into your inner thigh, “Patience baby, I promise I’ll make you feel good.” she says continuing closer and closer to my core.

When she finally gets to where I want her, she stops and just simply kisses it. It sends me into overload, I need her so bad.

She smiles up at me before leaning down into my pussy. Making eye contact with me the whole time.

She’s licking and tonguing my pussy. It's hard to form words, and to add to it, she slowly puts her middle and ring finger into my already soaking cunt.

While doing all this she’s also circling my clit hard with her thumb, making me feel so so good.

“Ugh it feels so good,” I moan out in pleasure, wanting her to know she’s making me feel so good.

With her free hand, she reaches down into her boxers and begins circling her own clit. With this added friction, she moans into my pussy, furthering my own pleasure.

“Kayla please, I’m gonna..” I can’t even finish your sentence before moaning again.

Kayla stops for just a second to urge you on, "C'mon baby, come for me. Let me see it.” and that’s all I need before I come right on her fingers.

She doesn’t stop though, she continues to moan into me and chase her own high. When she finally comes, everything in her body stops. She looks up at me and just smiles.

She slides up to lay next to me on the bed and she just takes a deep breath, “Damn” is all she says and I just giggle.

I turn to her and ask, “Did you really just come by watching me get off?” I ask and she just shrugs, “Yeah, you looked damn good.”

She gets up to head to the bathroom, “You coming?” she says, looking at me. “I can’t my legs.” and she just giggles, walking back over to pick me up and bring me into the bathroom.

She sets you on the counter and turns around to start the shower. “You good?” she asks, eyeing me closely.

I just nod my head yes, “Yeah, it was just good.” She laughs softly at my comment.

“Alright, the water’s hot,” she says, leading me into the walk-in shower.

I stay silent, letting the warm water run over you.

“You want me to help you?” she says softly from behind you. I nod, leaning back into her.

She grabs the shampoo bottle and puts some into her palm. I tilt my head back for her to have better access.

She massages the shampoo into my hair, staying close the entire time. “Alright, let’s rinse this.” She steps around me so I’m fully underneath the shower head.

When the shampoo is rinsed out she rakes the conditioner through the ends of my hair. “Let this sit, Imma wash your body okay?” she asks, looking at me to confirm. I nod in response.

She’s running the wash cloth with vanilla body wash over my body gently, being careful of my lingering sensitivity.

She washes her body off with the same body wash then goes to rinse out my conditioner. I’m still mostly silent through this whole thing, “You okay?” she asks from behind. “Mhm, just feel too good.” She feels satisfied with that answer as she turns the water off.

She steps out and grabs a towel for me. Once she gives me a towel, she steps into the room to get me some clothes.

She comes back with a tshirt and boxers that look too big but I’ll wear them anyways. “Thank you,” I say as she hands me the clean clothes.

Once I’m dressed I walk into the room to see her laid in the bed, when she sees me she slides over and pats the space next to her. “Come on ma,” I

smile as I walk over.

I lay down next to her, getting comfortable. “Thank you,” I say looking up at her. “For what,” her brow furrowed. “You know, for helping me after.” I say hesitantly. She turns to face me fully, “You don’t gotta thank me, that should be expected, you deserve it.” I just smiled into her chest. Falling asleep in contentment.

[justwinginglife]

Look For Me In Uluru

Synopsis: You run away with Xavier to Uluru, like you'd always talked about. Word Count: Roughly 5k, would've been more if I could stand it. Tags: ...Angst. Author's Note: This is -I think- the first time I've written a fic in first person so it was interesting to say the least. It'll be interesting to see what you guys think of this style.

Starship Log, Day 003

I’ve decided I want to plant flowers. Lots of them. I don’t care if the climate doesn’t accept them; I will simply will them into blooming. 

I told Xavier that. He laughed. Said, and I quote, “I don’t think that’s how gardening works.” But then he smiled at me the way he always does and casually slid me a book on botany. He doesn’t need to say anything; I already know he supports me. He always does. 

I’ll grow him the biggest garden he’s ever seen. Pick him fresh flowers everyday. We’ll live a quiet life but it will be beautiful. He can take naps in the garden. I can set a table to the side and we can drink tea while we watch the flowers grow. Maybe I’ll even put in a swing. We can snuggle on it together and watch the sunset. That sounds nice. 

He says he wants to grow herbs and vegetables too. I never knew he was interested in that kind of thing. Maybe he just wants to give cooking another go. Maybe I’ll let him. Or maybe not. The last time he cooked for me, he almost burnt the kitchen down. I suppose we have a long journey ahead of us though; maybe I could let him try again. The ship’s kitchen is meager, how much damage could one man do to it?

Starship Log, Day 007

Xavier’s been telling me stories about Uluru to pass the time. Apparently there are rivers with iridescent waters that glow so bright you can see it from outer space. Along the banks, trees with golden leaves stretch towards the sky, twice the size of the trees on our home planet. In the trees, the most bizarre yet wonderful creatures make their homes among the branches. And in the skies, small islands float above. 

It’s either that, or he’s making stuff up to keep me entertained. 

I don’t mind. I love to hear him talk. I love the way his eyes find mine as he speaks, like I’m his anchor. I love the way he smiles at me when he says I’d love the purple fruit he calls ambrosia fruit because it’s as sweet as can be and tastes like heaven. I love the way his face scrunches up when he tells me about the fruit that’s twice as sour as a lime and only half as filling. I love the way he tells me about the furry critters with the big eyes, the ones that remind him of me. I love the way he swears he’ll catch me one to keep as a pet. I love the way he vows to build me a home I’ll never forget, whether it’s in the jungle, or the grasslands, or the middle of the ocean. I love the person that he is. 

And I’m starting to get excited about our new home. 

I guess when we finally arrive I’ll be able to see for myself how much of his stories are really true. Do the fish really have wings? Does the rain really flow upside down? Are there really two moons? Will he really stay by my side until we fade into dust?

Scratch that last one. 

I know he’ll stay with me. And, I think, even long after our bodies have degraded, our souls will find each other, and we’ll wander the cosmos side by side, like bits of stardust orbiting each other. In an ever-changing world, he is my one constant. 

My one, true home.

Starship Log, Day 015

Xavier named a constellation after me. We passed by it awhile back and we’ve still got awhile to go, so I’m sure we’ll never see it again. But still, I thought it was sweet of him. He said it looked like a flower and reminded him of me. I couldn’t tell what he was looking at. I’m sure he just picked random stars and combined them in his head to form a picture of a flower, and I’m sure no one but him would be able to discern it apart from the other stars, but even if that were true, I’m still happy.  

He’s always thinking of me.

I think I’ll write him something nice. 

In this vast sea of nothing and everything all at once, aboard this ship we now call home until our new home finds us, with nothing more to entertain us than a few books he stole from his father’s library and each other’s company, I think I’ll create stardust from empty atoms, give him a piece of my heart, write something so moving, he’ll read it for eons and smile and think of me. And one day, when we’re standing on the plains of Uluru, the grass rustling beneath our bare feet, the endless blue sky stretching above, while our children dance in circles around us, maybe he’ll tell them to come sit on his lap and he’ll read them the story of how a girl fell in love and followed him to the edge of the universe.

Starship Log, Day 017

I’ve not stopped writing and Xavier’s not stopped snooping. But really, who would he be if he wasn’t the Xavier that creeps up behind me to get a good look at what I’m working on, pouting with his big, blue eyes when I block the screen? I’m sure if I asked him nicely to stop looking he’d respect my wishes for privacy, but for some reason, I just can’t bring myself to. Maybe I like when he rests his head against my shoulder and watches silently as I type, only moving ever so slightly so he can press a tender kiss to my neck before he settles back into his resting place. And maybe I like when he whispers, with a small, teasing smile on his lips, “Don’t forget to write about the part where I swooped in and saved the day.”

Xavier- little do you know, you are always saving me. There’s no one else I would make this journey with. No one else I would keep a record of my days with. No one else I would watch the shooting stars with and think to myself that I’ve nothing to wish for when my wish is sitting right beside me. 

Starship Log Day 20

I read Xavier what I wrote today. It was extremely sappy, extremely long, and extremely true to my heart to a fault. But how could I leave out a single detail about all the ways in which I love him, about how much I love him, about how long I’ll love him? (The answer is: I’ll never stop.) If tomorrow was the last day we ever saw each other, if somehow space swallowed us whole when we woke, then I don’t want to go with any regrets about leaving anything unsaid. 

Now, that being said, I didn’t dare to look up at him the entire time I was reading. Think I might’ve choked on my own spit and nerves a couple of times. I might’ve blushed even harder when he decided to clap at the end of my speech, but it’s hard to tell; my cheeks were stinging so much, I think they went numb.

And then he leaned in and kissed all my nerves away.

God, when he kisses me…

Starship Log, Day 26

I asked Xavier if he wanted to have a turn at the starship log. Said I’d even introduce him to the interface as my “Valiant Knight In Shining Armor.” He just smiled and shook his head. I get the feeling that he’s already been there, done that. I always wonder what all those voyages of his were like, what he did, what he saw, where he went. Did he have a goal, a destination in mind? Or did he wander the galaxy until he found what he was looking for? What was he even looking for? What I would do to hear his starship logs, on those long, lonely days. 

If it were me, I wouldn’t have been able to stop imagining his eyes among the stars. Did he ever imagine mine? Did he ever hear my voice echoing back to him among the symphony of signals and sounds? Did he ever miss me? 

He won’t talk of those days unless I specifically ask, but I don’t dare to ask. Somehow, I feel it’s a disrespect to the time we now have together to dwell on a time when we were once apart. So if he says he’s tired of spaceship logs, then I won’t push the matter. He tells me he’d rather talk to me than the computer screen anyway and I’m okay with that. I’ll make the most of whatever time we have together and cherish it always. 

Starship Log, Day 30

Somehow, Xavier made a plant grow on the ship.

I don’t know how he managed to find one -he swears he didn’t bring it aboard with him and I know I didn’t have the heart to bring a plant only to let it die from lack of sun and proper soil- so maybe it wandered its way onto the ship before we left, seeds drifting in on a breeze. Either way, it’s Xavier’s new baby and he won’t dare let it die. I had to remind him to save some water for us and stop feeding it all to the plant, which he’s now named Xav Junior. 

Xav Junior. 

I asked him what he intended on naming our future children if he already gave that name away. He said Xav Junior One, Xav Junior Two, Xav Junior Three, Xav Junior Four…

Then I asked him how many kids he intended on giving me and he didn’t answer. Just gave me that mischievous look of his. If dehydration doesn’t kill me, his smirk will. 

Starship Log, Day 50

It’s been awhile since I last recorded a log. 

Not too long ago, I fell ill. Very ill. I’m shuddering just remembering it. Feverish to the point where I was reduced to the ramblings of a madman, and Xavier was unfortunate enough to bear witness to it all (which I’m exceedingly embarrassed about). 

He says I was hot to the touch, but I could’ve sworn I had frost in my blood and ice in my lungs, each breath coming out more labored and weighted than the last. I truly don’t know how I survived, except that my guardian angel was watching over me, nursing me out of my nightmares. 

When I finally regained consciousness (and a minor semblance of sanity), I could’ve sworn he looked different. More solemn somehow. Of course, he didn’t acknowledge a damn thing. Just gave me that tired smile and welcomed me back to the land of the living. 

He didn't ever tell me he was worried I might die, but I could tell by the way he hovered around me, even once I was fully recovered, that he was imagining the Grim Reaper was still by my side, scythe to my throat. No, he didn’t say that. Instead he simply rubbed my arms, and rocked me to sleep, murmuring to me repeatedly, “I’m here, I’m here; everything will be okay,” like saying it enough would truly make it okay. He didn't ever tell me he was worried I was getting too thin; he simply spoon fed me all that I had the strength to swallow and silently prayed that my stomach would allow another spoonful tomorrow. And he didn’t ever tell me he was worried that I was out of my mind, rambling about heaven and hell like I was only steps away from the gates myself. He didn’t tell me, but I know he was -and still is- terrified to lose me. He wouldn’t hold onto me so tight, so long, so desperately if he wasn’t. 

When I think back on it, he’s always been so good on his own, charging into fights by himself, taking on dangerous missions by himself, carrying the weight of the world by himself, but something tells me my death would be something different. Something catastrophic. 

So I’ve made up my mind that I won’t die. I just won’t. Especially not before we’ve even made it to Uluru. I won’t die until I’ve tasted the fruits he’s tasted, until I’ve seen the creatures he’s seen, until I’ve made enough memories to last me a lifetime. He’s promised me an entire world, an entire future, and I intend to collect on it; so, stubbornly, I refuse to die. If the Grim Reaper comes to take me, I’ll fight him with everything I have. And when fighting isn’t enough, I’ll beg on my hands and knees for just one more day, one more week, one more month, one more moment to reassure Xavier that the life I’ve lived has been worth it because it was lived by his side. 

Anyway, I say I won’t die, but I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately, all the same. It’s kinda hard not to, when you’re so close to it that you can almost smell it on yourself. What is it like, succumbing to that fate? Letting yourself be taken by a force greater than yourself. Will I be cycled into the next life? Will there be a line at the door? Will I simply cease to exist? Will I turn into stardust? Will the nebulas be all that remember me? Or will Xavier paint my presence into the stars, telling tales of my deeds to astronomers as they search the skies for the constellation he named after me?

And what is it like to leave someone you love behind? 

I dare not even think about such a tragedy any longer.

Starship Log, Day 060

Xavier’s been telling me stories about Uluru again to pass the time. I think it makes him feel better to look to the future rather than the past. It makes me feel better too.

He tells me there’s this hillside he wants to build me a house on. Says from there, I can see all the way from the ocean to the forest. Says the dunes are so big, if I trip down them, I’ll be rolling for miles. He says this partly as a jest and partly as a warning; he knows I’m so clumsy, I hardly recognize my own two feet apart from one another. They somehow always tangle together and send me flying.

One time, I fell out of my chair when I had already been sitting in it just fine for a half hour. Xavier tried not to laugh, but he still did. And then he helped me up and I jabbed him in the ribs. He even had the audacity to tell his training instructor that he couldn’t attend practice because I’d so severely injured him. He did, however, spend the rest of the day making it up to me. Bought me these desserts that were so delicious, I still have dreams about them to this day. At first, he tried to make them himself but I convinced him (begged him) to avoid the kitchen at all costs. I wonder if he’s always been bad at cooking (and even worse at baking). 

But I suppose, what he lacks in culinary skill, he makes up for in charm. 

Starship Log, Day 068

As it turns out, I am a terrible navigator.

I led us straight into an asteroid field because I wanted to try steering the ship. Yeah- never doing that again. Xavier’s the driver and I’m the passenger princess; I will remember that now. 

The poor guy had to take a three hour long nap to recover from the stress of having to maneuver us through the storm, but he did it, and he did it without so much as the tiniest scratch on our bumper. I’ll have to remember to reward him with something grand when he wakes up. The only question is with what? There’s not much that he hasn’t seen on this ship, so it’ll have to be something that I can do…

Hmm…

If you strain hard enough, the ideas are supposed to come to you right?

Oh dear- it appears the time to reward him has come sooner than I thought it would. He’s awake. Wish me luck!

Starship Log, Day 069

Xavier here. She sends her regards, but unfortunately she is unable to walk to the recording panel at this moment. 

Starship Log, Day 079

Xavier and I saw a supernova yesterday. 

We had been cuddled up in bed together, limbs intertwined, laughter spilling into the air, when we flew by it. 

It was so big, so beautiful, so bright. And so devastating. I wonder if it’d already made peace with its own death or if it pleaded with the universe until the very end. Maybe it embraced death willingly. Maybe its exhausted atoms ached to be set free. Maybe it only prayed for a quick death in the end. And maybe it just wanted to feel like a star one more time, burning boldly before finally burning out. 

Even if it leaves no mark on this universe, even if it fades into oblivion, even if the sun and the moon don’t remember the star it once was, Xavier and I will know that it existed. And we’ll remember that, for a single moment, its presence alone was enough to stop time and steal breath.

Starship Log, Day 083

Xavier wanted to take another nap today. We just took one yesterday, but I suppose there isn’t much to do on a ship as small as this. 

We’ve already recounted to each other as many memories as we can remember. We’ve played catch, played tag, even made a lame attempt at hide and seek, knowing damn well there aren’t enough places to hide. We’ve read the same books over and over until they were reciteable, and then we made a play out of them, casting ourselves as the main characters. We’ve sung songs, danced, even written songs ourselves. Xavier made up a song about wanting to eat steak. I think he’s getting tired of having the same meals. I’ll try and make something new with our leftovers while he sleeps.

He’s been sleeping a lot lately. 

I hope he isn’t sick.

Starship Log, Day 085

He slept for two whole days. 

I wonder if space travel is getting to him. We’ve both been in and out of deep space, but never for this long. I guess we both thought the trip to Uluru would be faster than this. He did have a faster ship the first time he visited. I’m sure he didn’t expect our stowaway ship to be so sluggish. 

On the bright side, I had the time to really cook him something special. It wasn’t steak, but it was…steak-adjacent?

All I know was that it was enough to bring life spilling back into his tired eyes, and that was good enough for me. Even if I did have to plug my nose to finish swallowing it down. As long as he thought it was good, then it was good. 

I’d do anything to make him smile. 

Starship Log, Day 090

Xavier and I decided it was time for a duel. 

I figured we were both getting so rusty from all this lounging around (and probably our swords too), so it’d be a good activity to help pass the time. As it turned out, I was the only rusty one. Even though he had just come straight out of a nap, Xavier still beat me. Of course, I challenged him to a rematch, but then we came to a draw and that was honestly worse. Because I’m pretty sure it was only a draw since he went easy on me. I wonder if it’s all those naps he’s taking that are boosting him or something. I should try it sometime. 

Xavier- if you’re hearing this, I’m going to take the looooongest nap and then we’ll rematch again! See who wins then. 

Starship Log, Day 100

Today, Xavier fell asleep in the middle of our conversation.

I tell myself that he just spent too much time poring over astronomy charts or reading books or sharpening his sword and he’ll be back on his feet before I know it. He just needs some rest, that’s all. 

I don’t tell myself that I’m worried he’s never slept so much before. That I’m worried this might be the start of something I can’t stop. And I don’t tell him that I lay beside him while he sleeps and count his breaths, praying for him to wake again soon. 

Starship Log, Day 111

Xavier nearly burnt the ship down today. We had to dock on a nearby planet just to air out the smoke. 

Somehow, he got it into his head that he had to reassure me he was fine so he attempted to bake me a cake as proof. (The man can barely make cookies resemble cookies and he wanted to try his hand at a cake??) Apparently I didn’t guard the kitchen well enough, because by the time I took up arms to fend off his attack, he’d already decimated the oven. But I guess he did succeed in his mission to convince me he was back to his usual self, because only a Xavier at 100% could bring 100% destruction to the kitchen. 

On the bright side, we got to visit a planet that not even Xavier’s seen. 

We must’ve been cooped up on the ship for far too long, because we both jumped at the chance to explore it. Hand in hand, we ran, toes dipping in and out of golden sand. We raced each other over hilltops and under rainbows. Collapsed in a field of flowers and watched the pink stars soar across a velvet sky. 

Xavier even plucked a nearby fruit and ate it, to which I scolded him to no end. Told him it was lucky that it wasn’t poisonous. He responded, saying luck had nothing to do with it, so I wondered to myself if he’d seen fruits like these before. That, or maybe he was just okay toying with death. I suppose I was just as foolish though, because it only took a minor amount of begging on his part and some slight examination of his not-yet-dead appearance on my part to convince me to take a bite as well. It was sour. Too sour. I whined that he’d tricked me. He laughed. I wished I could’ve bottled the sound. 

We continued to lay there, longer than I ever thought we would. 

And then he asked me if I wanted us to stay indefinitely. Make it our new Uluru. It was beautiful beyond comparison; we’d be hard-pressed to find anywhere else like it. But I told him there was only one Uluru, and I was not about to abandon the home I’d already made room in my heart for. There were still things I wanted to do on Uluru, places I wanted to go with him, things I wanted him to show me. But if we ever needed a vacation, a paradise away from paradise, I wouldn’t mind making the journey out here again. 

As a final parting gift to the planet, we decided to name it Alara, the twin to Uluru. We named it in hopes that we might one day return to it, as twins are bound to each other, so we would bind it to our new home. And may it bless our path and make for an easy journey. 

Starship Log, Day 112

Xavier wanted to stay on Alara for one more day. Just one, he said. Had something important to do, he said. 

I’m not sure what it is that’s so important to him, but I know he’s been working on it while I’ve been busy cooking. I haven’t had the time to figure out what exactly he’s doing, but I’m sure he’ll tell me what he’s been up to eventually. For now, I have a job to do. I’ve finally got the burnt smell out of the kitchen and even managed to scrounge up some proper ingredients so now I can actually cook us up a real meal. He’ll be so excited. Hell, I’m excited.

He just better be back before supper or I’ll scarf it all down with no remorse. 

Starship Log, Day 113

So…I have news.

I’m officially engaged!

As it turns out, Xavier took one look at Alara and decided it would be the perfect place to finally propose to me. He said he wanted to do it once we got to Uluru, but he just couldn’t wait anymore. I don’t know how he hid a diamond ring from me for the entirety of this lengthy journey (or where he hid it), but I do know that I am immensely happy that he saved it for me. And that he scoured acre upon acre of land to find the perfect proposal spot: a cave by the beach, whose waters glittered like gems, and whose ceiling glowed like the night sky. 

I thought I’d seen enough stars to last me a lifetime, having been drifting through space for what seemed like forever. But these stars were different. These stars were unlike the stars belonging to deep space, whose lives flickered in and out of existence, seemingly with no purpose whatsoever. No, these stars were Xavier’s stars. They reacted to his evol. They reacted to his feelings for me. They shined brighter than any star I could’ve plucked from the sky. And they were perfect. They glowed blue and purple and green, shimmering above us as we traversed the length of the cave. And when we finally reached what appeared to be the end of the cave, we came upon a clearing where flowers and trees flourished. There, the ceiling opened up and his stars made way for the sun to shine through and the birds to fly by. There, my star got down on one knee and asked me to make his life complete. There, I told him he’d already completed mine. 

Starship Log, Day 120

The universe is a funny thing. Happiness? Hysterical.

One minute, you’re staring at the ring on your finger, wondering just how he picked such a perfect design for you, the next, you’re catching him as he falls, begging his eyes to open.

Starship Log, Day 135

Xavier’s awake again. But he’s avoiding me.

We’re engaged and he’s avoiding me.

This should be the happiest time of our lives. But…he’s avoiding me.

Starship Log, Day 140

He won’t talk about it.

About how he has been slipping in and out of consciousness more and more. 

And I refuse to think about it.

About how the closer we get to Uluru, the further he slips from my grasp. 

Starship Log, Day 146

He’s eaten something today. 

That’s good. 

Last time, I had to spoonfeed him. Today, he’s eating on his own. Lifting a spoon like it’s his sword, flourishing it around like it’ll ease the pain in my chest if he just holds it long enough, if he just holds it high enough, if he just stops shaking long enough. If he just stops…sleeping long enough.

He never sleeps now. Collects shadows beneath his eyes like they’re a trophy. Like they’re proof of his unwavering love for me. Like he heard me begging him to stop sleeping for days on end, and he answered my prayer.

Now, I’m not sure if I want him to sleep or not. I want to help him. I want him to rest easy. But not so easy he fades into stardust in my arms.

Oh, Xavier, won’t you tell me what ails you?

Won’t you tell me how I can save you?

Starship Log, Day 150

He keeps asking me when we’ll arrive on Uluru. I’ve no idea. He was this ship's navigator. Without him, we might very well be lost in space. We might very well never get to Uluru. Without him, I might very well be lost myself. 

But still, he asks and asks. As though he’ll miraculously be cured once he steps foot on its shores. As though it’ll distract me from the way his breaths stutter and come to a slow.

I think he’s just trying to make it there for me. Does he think that I’ll be happy to bury him in the place we were supposed to call home? I’d rather never reach our destination at all than reach it all alone. 

Starship Log, Day 151

I've fed him so much medicine that his blood must be made of medicine and medicine alone. But it's not helping. Why is it not helping? Why am I not helping? Why am I useless? What am I going to do witho...

Starship Log, Day 152

I’m realizing now, he must’ve known. That he was never going to…

Starship Log, Day 160

Why is this happening to me?

Starship Log, Day 165

He slept well for the first time in a long time. And he woke up like he knew I was waiting. And he said he loved me. Said he adored me. Said I was all he could think about, even in his dreams. Said I was the star that guided him home. Said that even if we never made it to Uluru, he was happy to have just been by my side. 

I said that all back to him, and more. 

Xavier…my prince, my love. Let me see those eyes I fell in love with again. Show me the stars. Show me your world. Show me something worth living for. 

Journal, Day 001

I’ve arrived at Uluru. 

And I’m all alone.

Taglist: @pixelcafe-network I honestly don't have the balls to tag anyone else in my angst, I'm sorryyyyy, I'll write something fluffy afterwards (maybe)

[bite4barnes]

SNEAKING OUT ⋆˚꩜｡ BARNES

— summary: to tame a brat, you must have a collar

— tags: smut!!! (minors do not interact). daddy kink. established relationship. bratty reader. unprotected sex. fingering. masturbation (m). reader gets collared and leashed. bucky being a Bit Controlling whoopsies. breeding talk. choking. pet names; baby, sweetheart, daddy. let me know if i miss anything!

— [a/n]: whoa my first fic here and i’m already writing a smut, enjoy!

“IT’S alright,” You said to the other side of the line. Yelena, your best friend was calling you to check if you were still coming to the night out. “He’s going to say yes, Lena. I am already getting ready, no way he’s gonna say no to me. If he says no, I'll sneak out.” You giggled, earning a groan from Yelena.

She knew that your relationship was a bit untraditional, with Bucky having control over your life to the point where it was suffocating for the people around you. But it was pure heaven for you. You liked being controlled, you liked being told what to do, most of all — you liked Bucky.

“And even if he says no, I get it.” Yelena replied, knowing well enough that Bucky was not going to say yes. “You never come out with us, what makes it different tonight? Might as well just have a night out at your place.” She joked. “Let me know, okay? Love you.” You muttered a ‘love you too’ to her before ending the call.

The arrangement between Bucky and you was established a year ago. The two of you met at a party, which was surprising even for you — since you never went to parties. But that night, you needed a change of pace, braving yourself to enter the club with your best friends and a dream. A dream to get laid and forget about it the next day.

Life took you on a different journey than you thought. You met Bucky — or James, as he introduced himself. His charming eyes enthralled you, you didn't care if he was a big tech hot-shot, or the fact that he owned a brownstone in one of Manhattan's fanciest neighborhood. That night, he was just Bucky, a charismatic man looking for someone to take care of.

A year later, you find yourself already living in the said brownstone. Your arrangement turned into a relationship, and you couldn't ask for more. Bucky always took care of you; from affection to material-wise, you were his and he made sure everyone knew it.

You turned on the vanity lights, getting ready for the night. Music blasted from your bluetooth speakers as you applied your mascara. You had a feeling Bucky was going to say no to your night out — but there was no harm in asking, right?

"Baby, I'm home!" You locked your phone, placing it on the table when you heard your boyfriend entering the house. You turned off the vanity lights, tying your silky robe around your waist.

There stood your boyfriend, with his black undershirt, folding his crisp white shirt on the couch. Bucky Barnes wearing a black t-shirt sent thrills down your spine, you immediately jumped on his lap, smothering him with kisses.

You were expecting him to return the affectionate gestures, but all you got was his strong hands gripping your waist. "Sweetheart, what the hell are you wearing?" He whispered, tone dropping to a rougher one.

“I told you I’m going out with Nat and Lena,” You replied, feeling his hands untying the robe. “And some other girl friends.” You added, oblivious to him glaring daggers at you. You were wearing the tightest dress you owned, a little black dress with a slit on the side. You knew it was a bit promiscuous, but it was a night out after all.

The word 'no' came out of his mouth faster than you could blink. "But you said I can still hang out with my friends every once in a while!" You pouted, nuzzling your head to the side of his neck, hoping you could coax him into saying yes.

"No, you are going to be a good girl and stay home." Bucky cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. "That's unfair." You groaned, still pouting at him.

"What's unfair, sweetheart?" He asked, challenging you. "You have a boys' night out with Sam and Steve every now and then. I wanna go out too with my friends." That sentence made Bucky grit his teeth, his hand traveled down to your neck — gripping it slightly.

You squeaked at the gesture, trying your best to be calm and collected. "That's different. I am capable of taking care of myself," He stated, looking straight at you. "You, on the other hand... You're just a baby compared to me, sweetheart." Bucky whispered in a condescending tone. "I think it's better if you spend time with me than parade around the club, yeah?" He continued.

The brown-haired man kissed your forehead, softening his tone. "So, no. No going out, okay? You're going to be a good girl and go to bed. I just have something to work on for a bit, I'll be with you in a bit." Your mind was already set by the time Bucky uttered out another 'no'.

You were going to sneak out.

Bucky retreated to his home office, already on call by the time he closed the door. You were upstairs, in the bedroom — opening the window. It was just a short jump to the backyard. You were strapping up your heels, getting ready for the jump.

“This is fine.” You muttered to yourself, checking the ground below you. Was a night out worth sneaking out of your house where you could laze around with your boyfriend, being smothered by his affection? Yes. Maybe. You were doubting your choices. But the thought of seeing your friends tipped the edge for you.

It was a night out with your best friends, you were going, not even Bucky could stop you. You fidgeted with your phone, texting Yelena that you were on the way. But before you even stepped out of the window — something, or someone pulled you back to the room.

"You think you can just get away from me?" He whispered, sending shivers down your spine. "I- I swear, I wasn't sneaking out." You mustered up a lie. "Then what were you doing, hm? Surely not stargazing." He sarcastically said.

You hung your head low in shame. "I was sneaking out." You quickly admitted, not brave enough to make eye contact with a very fuming Bucky Barnes. "I think you deserve a punishment, you've been a bad girl." He dragged you to the side of the bed. "On your knees, baby." With his command, you quickly scrambled down to your knees for him.

Punishments were meant to be a bad thing, but you couldn't help but to feel excited over it. After all, punishments would always end with Bucky praising you for your good behavior. Bucky walked away, opening the drawer to look for something. "What are you going to do to me?" You muttered softly.

"I think my pretty princess deserves to be collared tonight," He said, pulling out the pink leather collar in front of your face. You gasped, shaking your head at the sight. "I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ You stuttered, before you knew it, he was locking the collar on your neck, throwing the key out of reach.

His hands tore off your dress, ripping them easily. You gasped, wanting to complain about having your dress ruined. “I’ll get you new ones, stop talking.” He said, before you even opened your mouth.

Bucky stared as you kneeled down on the floor, looking up at him — with a pink collar attached on your neck. He brushed his thumb on pendant of the collar that had his initials on it. The collar was a dangerous piece in your relationship, Bucky would only use it if you were misbehaving.

And, oh, how misbehaved you were tonight.

Without hesitation, Bucky's large hand wrapped around your breast — teasing them gently before squeezing one, as he leaned down to capture your lips in a rough kiss. His other hand slid to grab the leash, pulling you closer as you began to grind against his shoe, shining it with your slick. You were already hot and bothered, hoping to get some relief. Bucky too, was already hard as a rock, his need for you overwhelming. “Don’t think this is for pleasure.” He growled into your mouth, pulling back from the kiss.

"So pretty for me, pet." He whispered, tugging the leash — pulling you closer to him. Your head rested in between his legs, nuzzling towards the growing hardness that was prominent on his jeans. "You need something, pet?" He asked. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

"You want to be good for me?" He tugged your hair as you nodded. "Then use your words."

"Want to taste you, daddy." You muttered softly. He chuckled darkly at your words, clearly not giving in. "Nah, I don't think you deserve anything good tonight." Bucky taunted you, twirling the leash around.

He tapped your lips with his fingers, signaling you to open them. “There we go.” He said, slowly pushing his fingers inside your mouth. You suckled on his digits, still looking up at him. “Please…” You whimpered, wanting him to give attention to where you wanted.

Bucky pulled out his fingers, causing you to pout. He dropped the leash to unbuckle his pants, stripping him bare from waist down. You could hear the sound of his cock bouncing to his stomach. He was hard just from having you on your knees with a pretty collar on.

“Stay put.” He commanded, spitting down on his palm before pumping his aching cock. The tip was angry, precum dripping down the thick length. “You are going to watch me and you can’t do anything about it.” He whispered.

That was torture for you, seeing your boyfriend pleasuring himself in front of you — not being able to do anything to help him. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky groaned, gripping his cock gently. “Yeah. I think I should waste my cum on my hands instead of being inside you.” He grinned, still stroking himself.

You quickly shook your head, wanting to feel his hot cum filling you up. “No!” You said. “No, don’t waste it, please.” You whimpered, making grabby gestures to reach out to him, only to earn a swat from him.

"No," He grunted, his voice strained with effort. He could see the disappointment in your eyes, but he was trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Just watch for now." His hips continued to move, his length glistening with precum as he pumped it faster and harder.

Bucky's eyes darkened with lust as he stared at your flushed state. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroke himself slowly, watching you watch him. Your eyes were fixed on his cock, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“Poor baby, neglected by your daddy.” He panted out, purely enjoying the sight of you with your mouth open for him — you were jealous of his right hand. It was impossible for you not to, when he was touching himself. It was supposed to be your hands all over his thick cock.

You could feel tears streaming down your cheeks, desperately wanting attention from him. “Please,” You squirmed, still rubbing your cunt against his shoe. “Baby wants attention?” He taunted, letting go of his length. You quickly nodded at the question. “Then baby gets attention.” He said.

“But I need you to promise me one thing, sweetheart,” He said, angling his shoe to your dripping hole, making you grind down even harder than before. “Anything.” You bit your lower lip, being pathetic under his gaze. “You’re going to be good for me, okay?” In the heat of the moment, his tone managed to soften — you immediately nodded to his statement.

Bucky pushed you down onto the king-sized bed, grinning at you like you were entertainment for him.

"Spread your legs wider, baby," He ordered. He slid his free hand down between your legs, to touch your wet pussy. He moaned softly as he continued to stroke his dick, his other hand playing with your wet folds. "You're so wet, baby." He whistled, mesmerized by the state.

"I like having you on a leash." Bucky said, giving the leash a gentle tug. His fingers were still playing with your pussy, spreading your juices around. “So pretty.” He said, once again.

His fingers suddenly pushing inside you. He curled his fingers up to hit that sweet spot inside you. The leash tightened slightly around your neck with each thrust of his fingers. "Look at daddy when he's touching your pussy." Bucky commanded.

You moaned at the sight of Bucky’s stare and gesture. There was a feral glint behind his eyes, knowing he took pleasure in disciplining you.

“Apologize to daddy.” He demanded, with his fingers still deep inside you, causing a whimper to go out of your mouth. “I’m sorry for being a brat, I’m sorry for trying to sneak out. Please, can I come?”

"Not yet." He pulled his fingers out of you and stood up, pulling you into his arms. The leash hung loosely around your neck as he climbed onto the bed. "Lift your hips baby."

"Good girl," He praised, his voice thick with desire. He spread your legs wider and positioned himself at your entrance. “You only listen to me when you want something, huh?” He chuckled, resting his tip just above your tiny bundle of nerves.

Bucky kept purposely missing your aching hole, grazing your clit with his cock — lathering it with your wetness. "You hear that, baby? You sound so delicious for me." You could only whimper in response.

“Can’t even speak, huh?” He grinned, tugging at your leash, pulling your face closer. “God, this leash is perfect for you. You just need to be collared up, yeah?” Bucky’s fingers traveled down to the aching bundle of muscles in between your legs, making you squirm.

“So restless for me, sweetheart. Fuck, so cockdrunk for me.” He kept missing your clit as desperation grew in between your legs. You find yourself crying for more. “Daddy, please,” You sobbed, looking back at him. “Just want you, please. I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” You rambled desperately. The night out plans were out of your mind — you just wanted him.

Bucky took a notice of your tears as he brushed his thumb on the apple of your cheek. “Patience,” He whispered. Your boyfriend tugged the leash as you squeaked, tying it to the bedpost, restricting your movements.

Bucky’s eyes practically rolled back in his head at the sound of you whimpering under him. “Can’t escape now,” He brushed your hair back. “Color?” He asked — despite the harsh nature of the intimacy, he didn’t want to hurt you. “Green. So green.” You muttered to him.

“God, you sound so pretty like that.” He murmured, hands still holding you up. “Should just keep you here, collared up and ready for me. Should I get you knocked up so you can stay inside?” He asked, earning a moan for you.

“Yes, yes!” You said, legs draped around his waist, pulling him close to you. “Want to be a mommy just for you.” Bucky grinned at your answer, still wetting his cock with your juiced.

“Of course you do,” Bucky placed his palm on your stomach, rubbing gently as if you were pregnant with his seed. “Yeah, I’m gonna do that tonight, baby. Gonna make you a mommy.” He smirked. The thought of you being plumped up with his baby haunted his thoughts as he nestled his tip against your cunt, not pushing in despite your protest.

“Getting you pregnant tonight, baby. You can’t pull that stunt on me anymore.”

With a soft hiss he finally slid into you, bottoming out in one slow thrust. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky stuttered, a hand trailing down to tease and roll your nipples — tweaking them to his own pleasure. “Baby, you feel like heaven.” He praised you, not caring if you feel a tinge of burn caused by his girth.

“Please.” You managed to croak out a response. Bucky pulled out for a second, leaving your hole gaping over nothing.

Without warning, he thrust his thick cock again inside you, filling you completely. He began to fuck you hard and fast, the leash around your neck pulling taut with each thrust.

He wrapped his hand around your throat, controlling his movements to keep you satisfied. He fucked you like an animal, his balls slapping against your pussy with each deep stroke. His other hand reached around to squeeze your breast painfully.

Bucky ducked down to capture your nipples between his teeth, biting the perky muscle. “God, these pretty tits.” He whispered, still mouthing around your breast while thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. Bucky’s tongue felt like heaven and hell at the same time as he lapped your perky nipples, earning more reactions from you.

He let go of your tits with a ‘pop’, turning his attention to the leash again. “Are you going to sneak out on me again?” He growled, tugging the leash. Your eyes rolled back at a certain thrust, feeling his cock throb inside of you.

A soft ‘no’ came out of your mouth. "Good girl," He growled, his thrusts becoming more brutal. "You'll always be here, in daddy's bed, taking his big dick." He reached down and spread your cunt, fucking you even deeper. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum, baby."

“Making you a mommy so you won’t be running around with your friends.” He snarled. "Fuck," He hissed, his dick throbbing inside you. "I'm going to breed you full of my seed and keep you locked in this room until you're swollen with my baby." He untied the leash from the bedpost, pulling it tight around your neck, restricting your air supply as he fucked you harder.

You were close. Very close to experiencing a life-changing orgasm. "You like when daddy fucks you rough like this, don't you?" He growled, his hips moving almost violently. "Tell daddy you want his cum in your pussy."

“I want daddy to come in my pussy!” You sobbed. "That's right, you little slut," He moaned, his dick throbbing inside you. "You want daddy's big, hot load inside your tight little pussy." He reached down and spread your lips open, exposing your wet pussy to his thrusts, spitting down to mix the juices together.

“You can’t come unless I breed this pussy first.” That sentence made you pout.

He chuckled darkly, seeing your disappointed look. "I make the rules tonight and don’t give me that look," He said, his voice rough with lust. "Wanna make you full first, baby.” He grinned, feeling your body go lax

"Good girl," He grunted, his body tensing as he finally reached his climax. "Fuck, baby. Daddy's gonna breed you." He thrust deep inside you and held himself there, his cock pulsing as he filled you with rope after rope of hot cum.

You could feel him thrusting his cum back inside you as his fingers fiddled around your throbbing clit, making you clamp down on his cock. “Come, baby. Come for daddy.”

Bucky held the leash tighter as your body shuddered as you came hard on his cock, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his shaft as he continued to rub your sensitive clit. He moaned loudly as your orgasm milked more cum out of him.

“No more sneaking out, baby.” He whispered. “I’m gonna keep you full of my cum, every single day.” Bucky kissed your forehead. “That doesn’t sound too bad now.” You giggled, still feeling fucked out. Maybe you did belong in his bed, wrapped up around him with his cum spilling out of your cunt instead of being on the dance floor.

You belonged to him.

[6feathered6siren6]

A crazy one but! For KDH what if you wrote a Baby x Abby fic? Something like they had to go on a date cause they noticed that their fans really enjoy Baby's and Abby's relationship and they did it to "gain more souls" but actually end up enjoying it? :0

Unsuspected Sparks(Baby x Abby)

Authors note: Thank you to all that sent me requests, I started on a few, will post them when I'm done, I feel like I'm coming back! Anyway, I love them, thank you for your request, hope I didn't fail ya! Hydrate and enjoy!

Trigger warnings:

ooc??(I'm still trying to make sure I know how to write these guys T^T)

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It was a fine evening, nothing wrong. No fighting, no planning, just relaxation. It was quiet where the Saja boys hide out in. Well, until Jinu walked in, he was on his phone scrolling, looking like he was about to burst out in laughter. Leaving the demon to just snort, interrupting the peace. 

“What are you snorting over there,” Baby looked over from the couch, he took up the whole couch, not leaving anyone any room to sit there. “Did the Huntr/x do something dumb again?” 

Jinu looked up. “Nope,” The Saja Boys leader walked over to him, leaning on the backboard of the couch. “Just our fans. Turns out the shipping doesn’t extend to just our lovely hunter enemies, there are a lot of our fans shipping us with each other.” 

“Let me guess, the most popular ship is you and me,” Abby said, striding to Jinu and wrapping his arm around Jinu. “Or me and Romance, after all, they do ship us with the hunter.”

“I would be surprised if it was me and Abby.” Romance was repainting his nails, already preparing for the next event. 

“Wrong.” Jinu smiled, “It’s Abby and Baby, didn’t know the fans think you both have so much chemistry.” 

Baby and Abby looked at each other, Baby pulling his phone down from the mobile game he was playing. 

“What?” Abby looks back at Jinu surprised. “No way our fans ship us?”

“Yup, congrats.” He pats Abby’s shoulder. “So as the leader, and non-paid manager, I need you two to pull fan’s heartstrings. Go out alone, go have fake dates. This would not only get more people attracted to our band, but also more souls. So, I’ll leave this to you both.” Leaving the pair to look at each other once again. 

The air was silent, and it was loud. 

Leaving the love representative member to break it, “If you need ideas, I can totally help.” Romance was smiling as Mystery sat in front of him, allowing the other to paint his nails. “You guys can go get lunch, skate, go to the gym with Abby, or go get dinner.” 

Baby rolled his eyes and went back to his mobile game ignoring all the talk. But he knew he would have to do this fake dating crap. While the muscular man looked away from Romance, clearly deep in thought. “Wanna go to an arcade?”

Baby just shrugged his shoulders and continued playing his game. Arcade date they go. 

It was until a few days later, and it was Jinu kicking them out to make them go. Baby grunted as Jinu finally pushed him out, the youngest member glaring at the door. Abby laughs at Baby’s face, grabbing the younger’s shoulders pulling him along. “Let's go, might as well do this fake date.” 

Baby groans, moving out of the way, and just lets the taller one pick him up. Even when he was on Abby’s back, he would rather prefer to stay at home today. Not going into this weird date thing for his fans.

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Surprisingly, it wasn’t too busy when Abby and Baby got there, but there were some lingering fans. Yet, they won’t have to worry about any weird fans. Letting his band member down, Baby walked around as he followed him. 

“You got an idea of what to play first?” Abby asked Baby, only to leave the blueette to smile. 

And only an hour later, Abby was watching Baby win another machine, getting tickets to shoot out. So far Baby has won almost every machine they were at. And he had a cheerleader cheering him. Abby was shaking Baby as the tickets finished up. 

“Yoo! Look at all these tickets!” Abby’s smile was reaching to his ears, he was ecstatic. Abby wrapping his arm around Baby’s shoulders. “Whatcha thinking about getting all these tickets for?”

He shrugs, giving the tickets to him. “I don’t really care, you pick.”

Abby looked over to the prize counter and spoke out loud to the other. “Want a stuffed animal? We can take a photo of it when you get home. Post it on your story.”

Baby looked over, starting to walk over there, Abby staying on his shoulders. Baby’s eyes trail over all the stuffed animals, only to reach towards a pink bear, having a heart over its chest. “That one,” he points to it. 

Abby gets off of the other and goes to trade. When he got back he didn’t just come back with the bear, he showed two phone charms. Baby got two things, the bear and a phone charm with a small pink lion on it. Abby showed off the light blue cat on it. “Now we match, think the fans would go crazy?”

Baby nodded, but he was still paying attention to the lion before looking up as they were finally getting interrupted with a few fans. The date… wasn’t too bad in his eyes. A small smile reached his lips. 

Later when Baby posted him and the bear onto his story, fans freaked out. Trying to figure out who got it for him, until someone shares an image of both of them at the arcade. Soon the fans made more works between both Baby and Abby. 

But they continued to egg them on, like what Jinu said to do. Taking photos of their ‘dates’. A few photos were of their ‘dates’, so they decided to risk it a bit more. There was a photo of both Abby, who was in work out clothes, and Baby, dressed in comfortable clothing. Abby carrying Baby with one arm looking so smug. 

Baby was in Abby’s room, sitting on the other's bed as he worked out. Baby was playing another mobile game, his lion phone charm moving along with his tapping. Breaking the silence, Baby spoke, “Hey, wanna go on an actual date, I got some free tickets to an aquarium.”

Abby paused, looking away from the dumbbell in his hand to Baby, who was still looking at his phone, tapping away. “I- wha- huh? I.. You want to go on an actual date, no fake date?”

“I mean… yeah?” Baby groans as he loses, shutting off his phone then looking at Abby. “Why not? Look how far we have been, hell, we have been cuddling as well, more in your case. We already sleep in each other’s bed. So we are  a couple.” Baby shrugged. 

Abby put down the weight, walked over and sat on the bed next to Baby, still looking at the younger's eyes. “You. Me. Actual date? With feelings?” 

“Yes.”

“Then…” Abby’s hand trails up to Baby’s cheek, “You… wouldn’t…”

Baby rolled his eyes, pulling the other’s shirt into a kiss. It was a soft, first kiss, marking their beginning of a relationship. First fake becoming a real one.

[azulonso]

Pomp and Circumstance – Marc/Pecco/Bez 2.7k words (e) ao3 link

Marc has noticed the way Pecco looks at his best friend, Marco. Even with their agreement going on, he doesn't mind if they have to invite a new guest.

Based on German GP unseen episode.

Bez had encountered the Ducati factory duo on his way to media duties. He greeted them as he quickly walked in front of them, with Pecco giving him a light clap on his left hand, reassuring, maybe. It could be the after effects of the race talking but he can feel Marc’s eyes staring right onto the back of his skull. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he got away from the couple.

“Bez was the only rider not on a Ducati who was strong,” Pecco started the conversation as soon as he felt Bez was too far to hear him.

Marc finished his bottle of water, “He’s strong in every race,” he turned his back, walked towards his reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah,” Marc couldn’t understand the sudden interest Pecco had in Bez lately, everyone in the paddock knows that they are best friends, but he feels like there is another intention Pecco hides underneath his words. He could be wrong though, it’s a normal comment to say about another competitor especially when the two of them come from a very strong manufacturer.

The truth is, Marc hoped that his teammate's words have an underlying meaning, because his do have one. Him and Pecco have had something going on for a while, neither of them had called it a relationship but it works just like one. Sometimes it’s his invitation, sometimes it's Pecco's, whoever it’s it usually results in them spending a night together. Another thing he had noticed is Pecco’s lingering gazes towards his best friend, maybe Italians are just affectionate like that, yet it doesn’t reduce his suspicion towards the younger man. Besides, if the question ever pops up, he wouldn’t be opposed. The mental image of the three of them, it riles him the same way when he made that move on Bez the day before.

Before his mind could wander any longer, Pecco continued, “Since the test in Jerez.”

“It was Aragon wasn’t it, when he took a step forward,” Marc debates, not surely for what, it also gives away information that he had been watching the Aprilia rider’s development these past months, and maybe some other things that aren’t work related to but he wouldn’t admit to any of them if anyone ever asks. He definitely didn’t get off to that clip of Bez drowning albarosa in prosecco, wishing it was him instead that was being sloppily kissed.

“Jerez one step, Aragon another,” they ended up with an agreement. There is a strange tension between them but Marc didn’t want to point that out, for now.

The paddock is quiet at night, some had flown straight home, some stayed in their motorhome, waiting for tomorrow morning. Pecco had opened the window in his bedroom, letting the night air in. Then he saw his phone light up on the bedstand, a new message appeared on his lockscreen. He grabbed it to check from who it was sent, it was from Bez.

Asleep yet?

Another one follows right after Pecco reads the first one.

I need a help with something, it won’t take long.

He replied with a short “Ok” and a thumbs up emoji as he grabbed his nearest ducati jacket.

Aprilia’s motorhome area isn’t far from Ducati’s but it sure does take a while, he passed the Gresini ones, the lights just got turned off from inside. He was about to make another step, Bez’s motorhome is right across the road, instead he got grabbed by someone from his side, he got startled and was about to defend himself for whatever was coming, just to be met by a pair of brown eyes he is extremely familiar with.

“Knew that it’s you,” Marc grinned at him, both of his hands now holding to his waist.

He sighed, “You scared me.”

The older man tried not to roll his eyes at the dramatic reaction, “Fine sorry, do you want me to kiss it better?” He tilted his head, teasing the Italian.

“Hmm I don’t know, I’m not sure,” Pecco teased him back, his right hand reaching from the back of Marc’s neck as he closed the gap between their faces. Their noses touch, Marc’s lips felt soft against his, he can smell the shampoo that he usually uses. He parted his lips, trying to get some air, Marc took the chance to deepen the kiss, while his knee was pressing against the younger’s crotch. It had him begging for air, he grasped Marc’s waist roughly, returning the enthusiasm.

It had been 9 minutes since Pecco’s last message, Bez had sent some new texts, making sure if he really is coming or he had changed his mind, but he didn’t get any replies back, that doesn’t really sound like Pecco, the man is more disciplined than he is, and he has never break any plans without any explanations, so this situation confuses him, and he can’t lie it worries him a bit too. Maybe he should check for himself, what is the worst that could happen anyway?

He took back his words.

As soon as he stepped outside, he spotted something, someone? No, there were more than one person, he took small steps to approach, trying not to get caught (he didn’t even know why he was hiding). He stopped and hid his body behind the blue wall in front of him. He could see the shadows of two people at the end of the alley, though it wasn’t bright enough to decipher who the people were. He squinted his eyes as he tried to listen in to their conversation.

Two hands eagerly grasping dark curls, the person being caged to the wall is taller than the other.

He gasped when he realized who the pair was, too loud to his liking. The rustling and muffles had stopped, now it was obvious that he was being stared back at, they hadn’t known who he was, he still had time to run back to his motorhome and pretend this all had never happened.

“Who’s there?” Bez heard Marc’s voice, his tone sounding more like a man prepared for a fight rather than someone being caught (almost) having an outdoor sex with his teammate. His heartbeat sped up, he didn’t know which was the reason; him being scared that he had interrupted the couple’s privacy or him being absolutely turned on thinking what could happen next, it could be one of them or both at the same time. He didn’t know

He had sensed something every time he encountered Pecco and Marc, it wasn’t there if he was only with one of them, but two? He felt like they were trying to devour him alive.

Marc only smiled when he spotted Bez, he swears he can see a pair of devil horns growing on top of the older man’s head.

“Look at what we find here, Pecco,” the man in question appeared beside Marc, eyes widening when he saw his close friend, then trying not to look him in the eyes, he was embarrassed. Pecco had forgotten his original plan of helping Bez, he got sidetracked on the way through.

Bez stuttered, trying to form an apology so he could escape from the situation as soon as possible, “I’m sorry, I– I’ll leave you guys to it, I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry,” he blurted out, avoiding Marc’s gaze at him.

“It’s okay, besides, I think Pecchino will be happy with you here, right?” Marc grabbed Pecco’s behind, trying to gain his attention again. It startled the man, he couldn’t admit it, he does want Marco, with them, but he also doesn’t want to scare him away.

“C’mon the choice is yours, or should I shoo him away? That’ll be disappointing for sure, since I know you’ve been trying to get him in our bed.”

The gears in Bez’s brain started working, connecting all the clues. “Pecco, is it true?”

Pecco still couldn’t look at Bez, he only nodded, and made a small agreeing sound. He had been trying to find a perfect moment of it, afraid of Bez being freaked out if he just said it out of nowhere, yet here he is, practically begging the man, for what? He doesn’t know, anything. He’ll let the two of them do anything at this point. He had been waiting for this day to arrive.

“Thank you for being honest with us, now, Marco, would you please take care of him for me?” And who was Bez to refuse?

The walk back to Marc’s motorhome felt like a sprint race, the one on legs, not what they do on Saturdays. None of them said anything until the door was opened and closed behind them. Marc positioned himself comfortably on the sofa near the bed, “Take his clothes off,” he gestured at Bez.

Bez nodded, then turned his gaze to Pecco who was facing him, he had left his jacket at the front door, so Bez worked his hands to remove the top Pecco was wearing, the tension started filling the room again. Once he got everything off Pecco, he looked back at Marc, waiting for another instruction.

“Good, now, pretty Pecco, won’t you thank our nice guest today?” Bez didn’t know what the older meant by that, but he was eager to find out. Hearing that, Pecco pulled Bez in, kissing him roughly, making him stumble as they both fell onto the bed. Bez moaned into the kiss, lapping the other’s tongue and teeth in action, while Pecco desperately tried to get Bez’s hoodie off.

Looking at the sight that was served in front of him, Marc palms his growing erection through his jeans. Actually witnessing his long-awaited fantasy happening in front of him does feel a thousand times better than just imagining it every night.

“There’s lube and condoms in the second drawer,” Bez took another glance at Marc before moving to get the items in the bedstand beside him. He took the half empty lube bottle out, smearing the products on Pecco’s rim, earning him a whimper, and some on his middle and ring finger.

“Let me, yeah?” He softly murmured to the older’s neck as he pushed one finger inside. Pecco clings to Bez, breathing in his scent, as the man stretches him. After some time, Bez added another finger in, curling them, pressing on all different places until Pecco let out a loud moan. He had tried fingering himself before, but it had never got him feeling like what Marco is doing to him right now. Satisfied at the reaction, Bez started to focus more on that spot, the new discovery will be recorded in his mind’s archives.

“Marco—ah—please,”

“You’re so pretty like this, Franci, think you can handle another for me?” Marco wiped the sweat off Pecco’s forehead, getting rid of the sticking curls that were preventing him from seeing the other’s face clearly in the process. After a while, he took three fingers in and out easily, as Marco whispered more and more praises to his ears, soothing him.

The youngest pulled his fingers out, ripped the condom’s wrapping quickly, finally lining himself up above Pecco’s hole that clenched around nothing. Pecco just stared into him, waiting for the man to do something, his left hand gripped Marco’s right arm, his breaths had been unsteady and shaky after all the preparation, now he is trying to calm himself because the night is definitely not ending soon.

“Wait, all fours Pecco, eyes here,” Marc’s voice echoed in the room again. Pecco immediately follows, facing away Marco, letting the man admire his pale and muscled back. He lowered his head, arching, the view turned Marco even more, if it was possible, his impatient ass couldn’t wait anymore.

“Good boy, you can continue,” the second part of the sentence was directed at Marco. He can see that Marc had stripped out of his clothes too, leaving only the boxers on, the hand on his bulge isn’t hiding anything. He returned his focus back at Pecco, slowly he pushed his cock past Pecco’s already loosened rim, both of his hands holding the other in place. Once he bottomed out, he could hear Pecco letting out a breath underneath him, the man was holding his breath, Marco noticed.

“Feel so nice around me, Franci, I’ll start moving okay?” He pulled himself out almost completely, before slamming in right back after, hitting exactly the right spot where Pecco wanted him to be, he bit down on his lip, trying to contain his moans. Marc tossed his boxers aside and started stroking himself, matching the rhythm the other two were going in.

As the time went, Marco picked up his pace, thrusting more roughly, with Pecco enthusiastically meeting the thrusts in the middle. He’s being taken apart bit by bit, head too dumb to think, the only things that left his mouth are strings of moans and Marco’s name. And with Marc watching too, it riles him even more. The bedsheet keeps rubbing on his leaking cock too, the head being angry red over the sensitiveness. He wanted to beg Marco or Marc to do something about it, but with the situation they’re going, he felt like he could come only from having Marco inside, he didn’t even bother to reach for his own dick.

Marc stood up from the chair, approaching the two, he pulled on Pecco’s curls, forcing him to look up, “Open up,” Pecco opened his mouth, giving an access to Marc to shove his cock inside, he wasn’t as as patient as Marco though, he straight away started fucking his mouth while Pecco tried his best not to choke on it, Marc and his stupidly big dick. It’s all too much now, Marco’s hands on his waist, cock shoved up his ass, Marc’s grip on his hair, and another cock between his lips that keeps hitting the back of his throat, he felt a tear falls from the corner of his eye, his body felt like it’s on fire.

Marc caressed Pecco’s cheek with his free hand, wiping his tears clean, “So good, just for us, yeah?” and with that Marc did a final thrust before pulling out, he stroked himself a few times, before leaving streaks of his release on the younger’s face. Pecco licked some that landed on his lips, as Marc admired the work that he had done, like he was some sort of a painting, might as well be at this point. It reminded Marc of the champagne shower they had this afternoon, just this one is much more better.

Pecco is getting tighter around him, Marco can feel it, he feels himself getting close too in return. He let his body fall on top of Pecco, caging him in, while his other hand moved to hold his friend’s face, and with their faces near each other, Marco can finally kiss him properly, tasting both Pecco and Marc on his tongue. They made out until Marco came inside the rubber, filling it up, and his hand reached for Pecco’s poor dick that had been neglected since the start, jerking it rapidly. Pecco came with a whine, his come dirtying Marco’s hand. Seeing that, Marc sat on the edge of the bed, handing Marco a tissue as he wiped Pecco’s face clean.

“You had done well Pecchino, take a rest I’ll clean you up,” he said, Pecco moved to rest his head on the pillow, while Marco stood up to discard the used condom and the dirty tissues at the nearest bin. He puts his boxers on too in the way, he saw Marc return with a wet cloth from the bathroom. He watched in silence as the man cleaned his friend up.

‘Thank you,” Pecco smiled faintly at Marc, “I really enjoyed today,” he glanced at Marco. Marc pressed a light kiss on the laying man’s lips, “Mhm, it was good for us too, right Marco?” The younger Italian nodded awkwardly, clearly not used at the more relaxing atmosphere surrounding them currently.

Pecco looked at Marco again, “You should join us here,” then he turned to Marc, “Can he?” ‘Yeah of course, if he doesn’t mind with the limited space.”

“Don’t worry I’m used to it,” He slipped right beside Pecco, joining him on the bed again. Marc didn’t bother to ask what he meant by that, instead he pulled the blanket over them instead. Tonight, Pecco had both Marco’s and Marc’s arms around him, he dozed off peacefully.

It seems that it’ll be the three of them starting from now.

[fairycourts]

it's a bit of rivals to lovers—he's so perfectly good when he plays, it seems effortless. i put in hours and hours of practice and it never seems good enough, especially when the second chair flutist is vying for my spot.

after rehearsals he always finds me and points out my mistakes. he knows i can be even better and thinks i know he's isn't being unkind. i think he hates me and is unfairly hard on me because he wants me to lose my spot as first chair. i start biting back and point out his errors, even though they're much fewer and far between. (he likes it when i do that. likes that it means i'm paying attention to him.)

the orchestra starts learning a new piece, where the first violin and first flute have a big duet part. we're not synching up properly. according to the conductor, tartaglia is playing technically well and my musical interpretation is better suited for the piece—but we're just not on the same page.

we decide to practice together, spending hours and hours outside of rehearsal. there's a lot of arguing over the right way to play the piece, what it's supposed to sound and feel like. things start to get better; we start to respect each other after i realize how hardworking he is. we figure out how to play our duet, the conductor is pleased. i stay late every day, after my practices with tartaglia, to try and nail my parts.

then it all falls apart.

i start feeling unwell at rehearsal. my hands shake and my airstream is weak. i'm missing my cues, not flowing with tartaglia as we have been able to do. he knows something is wrong and wants me to say something, but i don't want to leave for the day because the second chair flutist will play the duet with him—i'm scared that they'll sound better together and the conductor will give my part away.

it happens anyway. the conductor gets increasingly frustrated with my performance and has me swap parts with the second chair. they sound so good together. she gets to play the duet the rest of practice, and at the end of the day, the conductor makes a comment that he has to rethink some things.

the second flutist is so smug.

when practice is over, i rush to the restroom and throw up. tartaglia corners me when i leave, wanting to talk about practice, but as soon as he sees me he knows i'm not feeling well. i'm shaking and my face is pale, even though my skin is shiny with sweat.

i think he wants to argue, to nitpick at my mistakes, to tell me he likes the other flutist better, so i snap at him and try to strike before he can hurt me. but he's all soft and understanding, worried and commanding as he tells me he's taking me home and that he'll take care of me until i'm better.

he does just as he says; cooking for me, helping me to the bathroom, making sure i drink enough water. he goes to rehearsal every day as i sleep off the sickness and recover from overworking, visiting me every evening to make sure i've eaten.

i don't ask him about the duet, too scared to hear his thoughts about the other flutist.

i'm almost healthy enough to go back to rehearsals, so i start practicing. tartaglia catches me when he comes home. he's upset, saying that i still need to rest, that practicing too much was what got me into this situation in the first place. we argue, and i finally admit that i practice so hard because i'm scared of what will happen to my position in the orchestra if i don't. i admit that i don't want to lose the duet, that i like having a piece where we make beautiful music together.

he tells me that while the other flutist is technically good and they are matching in their musical style too—i flinch at this, his heart aches—the duet sounds different and changes the tone of the piece. he confesses that it's not the same as when he plays with me. he isn't having as much fun, he's not enjoying the music, he's not being challenged, he's just playing through the measures to reach the end. he likes making beautiful music with me, too.

he kisses me, then.

i return to practice the next day; healthy, but feeling sick to my stomach. we get to the duet piece. tartaglia makes sure to look back at me before we start, which helps to settle my nerves. we play, and i'm hitting every note cleanly. my sound is light and sweet, playfully weaving with his soaring and emotional melody.

the duet has never sounded better.

when we reach the end, my heart feels like it will burst. i'm scared all over again when the conductor looks at me. but he nods, welcomes me back, and continues with rehearsal.

when practice ends, i pack up my instrument and turn to look for tartaglia—but he's already standing behind me. he's grinning, all smug, blue eyes sparkling with delight. i sniff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"well? what critiques do you have for me today?"

he steps closer. "nothing," he says, "except i think the first chair flutist should have dinner with me sometime for all the meals i've been cooking for her."

i smile, shy and sweet but entirely happy. "i suppose that can be arranged."

sigh. principal violinist!tartaglia x first chair flutist!zebra

[hexagonaldecency]

Putting a timer for my mental breakdown hiding in the toilet

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

WHY CANT MY BRAIN BE FUCKING NORMAL

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“Who’s calling?” Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. “I-it’s our son.” You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.

Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isn’t time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.

There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.

Or the other time you guys had a pool day and you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own quick snack. Both of your days are pretty busy, but Nanami never fails to make some time for you and your pussy. You can admit sex hasn’t really been a priority, until tonight. Upon realizing all the kids would be gone, you immediately called Nanami to be sure he brings his ass home when he is off and not do any overtime- yes you used your mom voice too. Nanami agreed not wanting to be scolded.

When he did get home, he noticed a few things, there was any tv on, or music blasting from your two oldest rooms. There weren’t toys scattered in the living room or the dining room table from your two youngest, no yelling or screaming from all of them in general, it was just quiet. He smelt food in the air, he usually does every night he comes home but it’d be already eaten, or everyone will be eating at the dinner table (he insists not to wait for him because he often stays late) but since he left early from work, it isn’t ready just yet. He quickly rushes up the stairs, starting to feel the panic seep in just a bit, all the kids rooms are empty.

He opens his shared bedroom to see you just laying on your stomach, in the silky robe he got you, reading a book. He calms down because if you were okay, surely, the kids were too. His eyes gaze down your figure, your feet are in the air crossed, while you read. The robe sits at your upper thigh, and since it’s so thin, your ass pops out in the most desirable way possible. “Honey?” He eyes you suspiciously, taking a breath as he starts to settle down, “Where are the kids.”

You heard the front door shut, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the arousal hit you even more. The book you have been reading had been in your mind, and hearing your husband come home really made you ready to take him, full. You had dinner cooking in the oven, almost ready to serve for just Nanami and you. Your oldest son is at a movie with his friends and they are going to go eat after. Your second oldest daughter is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents. To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement.

“They are busy and safe.” You closed the book and turn your body towards him, your eyes hungry before you looked at him, but damn near starving when you did. That damn suit and tie. You explained where they all were as you sat up in the bed, impulsively pushing your chest out as you leaned back on your arms. Nanami didn’t ignore the lustful look in your eye, the way your nipples perked against the thin fabric, only assuming you had nothing on underneath. He quickly put a few things together, why you called him to not do overtime. He knew what his wife wanted, at least he thought so.

When your sweet loving husband started off kissing your neck, waiting to use the few hours to just worship your body, you, your hands cupped his chin and looked him dead in the eye, “Honey, I love you so much and I know that you do but tonight-right now I need you to fuck me like you don’t. I want y-“ His eyes darkens more at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He cuts you off with a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said. But of course no matter what time it is, you guys are parents after all….

“What?” Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you, grinding against you as his thumb circles your clit.

“..Oh Hey dad, where’s mo-“

“She’s busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?” Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements on your clit, softly sucking in a breath when you clench tightly around his dick.

“I wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said she’ll send me m-“

“How much?” Nanami asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. He slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Your legs were shaking crazy. Your husband wasn’t one to always be rough in bed, but the times he is, you would feel it for days, in the best way possible. (He has that dog in him😞) Nanami definitely isn’t holding back, not when it’s been this long you guys were kid free for a few hours and together at that. Nanami was making up for lost time, fingering you until you couldn’t talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, diagonal, all up until your phone kept blowing up.

“Like about $40.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” Nanami grunts, as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy.

“Thanks d-“

Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. “Tell me something honey.” He hums kissing your swollen lips.

You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, ”y-yes?” You gasp as he hits your cervix.

“When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?” He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.

You’re screwed. Both literally and physically.

“Not alwa- o-ooh shit.” You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed. It wasn’t until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.

“All the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wife’s pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.” He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.

“Y-you pay for e-ever-“

“I’m supposed to baby. I want to.” He interrupts you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, and grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. “Why must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, it’s my job to take care of you, our family. Let *thrust* me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than.” He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. “Use your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, it’s yours, ours on paper, but it’s all yours. All for you.” He grunts into your ear, as if he’s teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t using my money first again, okay hun?” He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.

“Now where were we?” He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Oh, right.” He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.

*edited but not proofread*

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[orcelito]

Planning out my outfit for my concert shit. I think I've got good pants for it, maybe got shoes for it. Gonna look for a blouse tomorrow + possibly some new shoes. Bc the maybe-shoes are those shoes I got for the suit that I HATE. They gave me such terrible blisters. And I think the pants I have would look better with some kind of heel. But if I don't find anything good I can just use those flats. And for the blouse, it's gotta be black and long sleeve and also have enough flexibility to not restrict my playing. Flexible Clothes. All the better to play a funky little tune in.

On top of that tho I've got several assignments I gotta do this week. Gotta make a wireframe prototype for my web app for web programming class. Tonight, really. Bc the official thing is due Sunday but I gotta get it reviewed by classmate(s) (and also review someone else's, too), so better to have that done sooner rather than later. There's also a lab for my C programming class due on Friday, which I need to have done before the end of lab so I can get it checked off. Gonna try to get most of it done tomorrow night, if not all of it, so that I can just go into lab and get it checked off and then LEAVE. Bc if I stay the full lab I will have less than an hour b4 I gotta be at the venue for sound check. And I really would prefer to have more time before that. Tbh the lab probably won't take TOO much work, since it's just using recursion to make a lil maze solver thing. Not too many lines of code, since the recursion does a lot of that. The tricky part is actually figuring out the logic for it properly. But I took good notes on it when my professor talked about it in class so MAYBE I didn't attend the last 2 labs and MAYBE I haven't even started the thing. But it's ok. Fuck it we ball. And ON TOP OF THAT... the assignments, the orchestra prep, etc... I also wanna clean my apartment some, probably on Friday morning, bc nonzero chance of visitors after the concert. Not for long if they do come in. But Still.... #Embarrassed. It's not as bad as it was b4 bc thankfully I did manage to do my dishes. But there's still some things I should get cleaned up.

AND THEN...!!!!!!!!!!

Well I mentioned the prototype thing. I gotta review someone else's prototype, and I also need to update my own prototype depending on what people say about mine. Tbh I'm kinda planning on doing a lower-effort version to start with (instead of trying to make it perfect from the start) so that it'll hopefully be easier to adjust the prototype to whatever the advice is & make it seem like an actual improvement. There's also a presentation over this thing, which thankfully I'm presenting on... Wednesday, I think? But I gotta have the slides submitted I Think Sunday night (when the prototype itself is due). So I gotta prep the presentation alongside prepping the prototype. AND I have a lab for this same class due on Sunday too, so I'm a busy bee!!

And ON TOP OF ALL THAT, I have a midterm exam in-class on Wednesday for my C programming class (same day as the web programming presentation, ugh 🙄), a presentation for my quality engineering in IT class on Thursday (over ISO 9001 quality standard), AND a paper for that presentation's content due on..Friday, I think? It's a group presentation/paper, same group I worked with last time, which Thankfully they can pull their own weight. It's just more to do lol.

God. I'm being worked to the bone, actually. Feels like everything is happening all at once. But then I remember that it's midterms time and I have spring break the week after next. And I'm like. OK, that makes sense.

Just gotta survive the next week and a half... lol...

[nvathuw]

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