#but idk. some part of me Long ago decided that i wanted to bring comfort to people. when i see how rough the world gets..

[sheepgirlmaidtummy]

i think i have this fear of being seen as a liar i think. like. everyone does it. and as a kid i stole stuff all the time and the way that was dealt with kinda just fucked with my head. do people see my kindness and my compassion as manipulation? am i read as someone trying to tear down the walls so i can get something while ur guard is down?. idk why someone thinking that of me makes me feel so miserable like. what if they were right? ive made mistakes before.. whos to say they arent right about this time? i dont want to stop being kind but it scares me to think about that.

[crystalflygeo]

Morning coffee? Morning tea... ft Neuvillette + fem!reader

cw/tags: this is just SUPER tender and vanilla sex ngl. Pet names (in french!!! <3) dirty talking if you squint?? itty bit of somno maybe? idk how to tag this y'all just smut with feelings.

notes: HI I DISAPPEARED AND COME BACK TO OFFER YOU NEUVILLETTE. I love him so much, I am down horrendous I love him I love him I love him AAAAAAAAAAAAA. The self control I had to practice not to make him speak full sentences in french lmao.

The room is dark and silent as you shift on the bed, yawning. You blink drowsily and realize you were asleep, only dreaming of Neuvillette’s soft touch, the brush of his hair, his gentle kisses and nuzzling, reserved only for private settings. You roll over and rub at your face, but the bed is empty.

Hm? Where is your husband?

It is very rare for Neuvillette to leave like this, unannounced. He’d always give you a kiss, hushed whispers telling you he has some business to attend to before slipping out of the room. Sometimes he doesn’t want to wake you and leaves a note instead, but now as you look around, albeit half-asleep, there is nothing…

Did something happen? You frown.

His side of the bed is still warm though, his essence lingers in the room, on your skin. He was definitely here not too long ago. The familiar scent of his cologne teases your nose and you decide to burrow into his pillow to chase it, hugging the soft thing wishing it was him.

Today was a day off, there was no need to worry about work or other responsibilities. Though you suppose Fontaine’s Iudex’s responsibilities never end…

You sigh and cling tighter onto the pillow, closing your eyes and desperately trying to recapture the essence of that dreamy state, sliding deeper under the warm comforter and rolling onto your side in the middle of the bed, slipping into memories of the night prior.

Neuvillette’s deep voice, the delightful sparks of electricity as his hands roamed your body and that feeling of being so full, complete and sated as he slid deep inside you from behind.

Oh, how you love him. Always so reverent with his affections.

Somewhere between the reminiscence of a high pitched voice you barely recognize as your own moaning his name, and Neuvillette’s low tantalizing whispers as he urges you to come all over his cock, you barely register the soft click of the door.

The subconscious is a funny thing and part of you wonders how can he be there and in your little fantasy at the same time.

Deep in the middle of your struggle between here and there, there is a soft rustle of fabric, and then the sharp clink of porcelain coming from the bedside table, sounds that pull you back from the drowsiness.

“Hmmm… Neuv?”

The bed dips slightly with his weight, and a soft caress at your hair has you stirring a little. The covers sliding off your skin and Neuvillette’s appreciative groan upon seeing your naked figure spread out before him brings you almost alert.

You feel the warmth of him sliding into bed behind you, his hair tickling at your cheek and his breath at your shoulder as he nuzzles here, planting a soft kiss. Strong arms circling your waist as he pulls your closer, your hips slotting together.

And then you hear him, in that husky smooth voice you’ve come to crave. “Ma chérie.” He beckons, soft and low in your ear. “Ma belle…” Your name velvet on his lips. Large hands shifting your body, maneuvering until you lay on your back. “Mon amour.”

You let out a soft sound of acknowledgement and he chuckles.  

Eyes still closed you tilt your head towards his shoulder, seeking to curl up to his chest and cuddle, but instead you feel his weight shift on the bed again. You whine and a tiny speck inside your head is ready to cry out for him not to leave, but before you can form a coherent sentence you suddenly feel him on top of you, his larger frame caging you, long locks sliding off his back and firm hands taking hold of your thighs, coaxing them to part.

“Let me take care of you, ma chérie.” He’s persuasive with both his touch and his words, spreading your legs gently, one of his hands sliding towards a calf where he squeezes lightly, your body soft and pliant like moist clay under the hands of a sculptor. “You’re so gorgeous… show me…” He kisses a trail down your neck to your collarbone, your chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm as you squirm a little, ticklish and aroused.

“Neuv…” You moan, eyes still closed but senses fully aware of him and everything around you. The room feels hotter, your skin simmering everywhere he touches. Your sides, your hips, your ass… lifting your bottom slightly to slide you into his lap, your legs instinctively curling around his torso and oh- “Oh…”

He shushes you gently, rolling his hips so his cock slides along your folds, teasing and rubbing at your sex, lathering on your slick and growing harder.

“So good for me���”

You whine again, eyes finally fluttering open to stare at his mesmerizing lavender ones as he ruts softly into you. It drives you insane, the want, the wait. And you claw and grip at the bedsheets in anticipation when the engorged cockhead catches on your hole for a moment before sliding again, poking at your little clit instead.

“F-Fuck… Neuv, please…” You groan breathlessly, arms reaching out for him to hold onto the pale skin of his shoulders.

He hums and finally guides himself inside, the first stretch making you keen and toss your head back into the pillow. You see his eyebrows twitch slightly, diamond pupils dilating. Your inner walls squeeze and gush as he pushes deeper and deeper. Goosebumps rising on your skin, sweat running down the back of your neck.

He bottoms out and groans, long and low, leaning into you to rest his forehead on your shoulder, savoring the way you clench before seeking out your lips for a kiss. It’s passionate, heated, but still sweet and you can’t help the smile that breaks when you taste his favorite tea on his mouth, bold, strong and decadent.

As morning light filters in through almost sheer curtains you gaze up at his face, the sharp elegant lines, his long lashes, his beautiful eyes and the slightly disheveled hair, partially falling over his face. You reach out with a hand and comb your fingers trough the white and blue locks, brushing them behind a pointy ear before sliding your hand back and reaching for a horn, petting it gently with pure adoration.

“You’re beautiful.” He says.

You make a sound that’s a cross between a scoff and a laugh, blushing and realizing that as much as you’ve been staring at him, he’s done the same. “Was about to say that myself…” You reply. You see the white pupils flicker, turning to slits and back to diamonds and a shiver runs through your body, acutely aware he’s still inside you. “I love you...”

“I love you too, ma chérie, more than you can imagine.” Your breath catches with his words, spoken so sincere, with such resolute feelings.

You are his, so wholly and utterly, but he knows he belongs to you too. Irrefutably intertwined, awakening long forgotten instincts on the old dragon. Neuvillette’s hands hold your hips again as he starts thrusting into you, filling you and then retreating ever so slowly. You bite your lip and try to push closer, canting your hips to that delicious feeling as warmth pool in your gut.

Your arms are back around his neck, fingers tangling on his hair and bodies pressing together as his pace increases steadily, gasps leave your parted lips. Your muscles already tensing on a tight coil.

Neuvillette hisses as he sinks into you, harder but not faster, aiming his cock right where you want it most, he feels you tighten around him, hot warmth sucking him right in and begging for more. It’s perfection that Neuvillette ruts into, pressing over and over. His instincts on fire telling him to lay his claim.

“I love you.” He says again, unable to stop himself.

You feel pleasure bubbling up, fast, faster than you’d thought, and intense. Your toes curl, legs gripping harder around him and your nails accidentally clawing at his back, surely leaving red marks on that pristine skin. He groans, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder, wetter. His thrusts aim deep, heavy and punctuated strokes that hit your sweet spot with accuracy. Labored breaths mixing together.

“Neuv, Neuv… ‘m so close, please pleaseplease-” You whisper desperate, needy.

His thumb finds your clit and you squeal as he draws lazy circles on it, lasting only a few more seconds until you can’t stand it any longer and come undone for him… all over him, gripping him tightly, head thrown back with a loud moan, eyes shutting close.

“Hah… that’s it, hng-si serré…” He mutters and smiles satisfied as he looks at you, flushed and tender, whispering tender words against your neck, love and adoration pressed against your skin before his fangs do as well. Keeping his carefully measured pace as you ride the high of your orgasm and he chases his own pleasure, releasing inside you with that same slow methodical drive and a hoarse primal groan.

You both lie there for a few moments, panting and feeling the aftershocks, soaking up on the feeling of each other. A tangled mess of limbs between sheets and blankets. Neuvillette carefully rests his body on top of yours and you coo happily, combing his hair with your fingers, scratching at his scalp gently as another kind of of drowsiness settles on you, leaving you feeling floaty and light in the afterglow of your lovemaking.   

Your bodies relax and wind down, putty against one another when he raises his head from his resting spot at your chest and kisses you again, short but not less sweet.

“Good morning, ma chérie.” He says, voice low and soothing.

“Morning…” You smile back at him. A little amused.

He slides off of you and you whimper, feeling the stickiness and a slight discomfort from the sudden emptiness. He leans over a little and reaches for something on the bedside table. “I brought you some tea.” He presents you the cup delicately, still warm.

You chuckle and scoot to sit up at the crumpled blankets, graciously picking up the cup and taking a sip. The tea is fragrant and sharp, the same taste on his lips minutes ago… ah, so that was it.

“Thank you, Neuv.” You peek at him from over the cup.

A warm tea and a good fuck… you could definitely get used to mornings like this.   

[princhii]

↳ Enchanted Me

bada lee x fem!reader

again, not proofread! lit just whipped this up a few mins ago gulp…also very short!! it came to me in a vision.

↳ cw!: angst….UMMM a little suggestive but no full smut! uh. yea angst i guess…some fluff? y’all idk..

a/n: i’m in a mood y’all…this song does things to me so i just had to cook smtg up rq 😇

“i’m sorry, have i seen you before?”

heavy breathes were all that could be heard afterwards. the taller girl put her hands on her thighs as she hunched over, catching her breath— assuming she had ran to catch up with you. she stood tall again before looking down at you eagerly.

it was at this moment you had to decide. you either lie and tell her you have no idea who she is, or take this as an opportunity and tell her exactly how you feel. which was it going to be?

————— ୨୧ —————

a fit of giggles could be heard throughout the echoing walls of the tunnel underneath one of the local parks bridges. your stomach starts to hurt some due to all the laughing.

long slender arms were wrapped around your figure, fingers lightly tapping against you. the girl lowered her face to level with yours. with a grin, she looked at you and you could’ve sworn for at least a second, she was in love.

“tonight was really lovely, bada. thank you for taking me out.” you pecked the taller girl’s cheek, wanting to express your gratitude for the date. the girl blushed lightly, pink tints staining her cheeks. she gave a small hum and kissed your forehead, ruffling your hair.

“it was an honor. anything for a true princess like you, y/n.”

bada reached down to take your hand in hers. she gently caressed you before bringing it up to her mouth and placing soft tender kisses against your knuckles. it was you who was blushing now. letting go of your hand, she brought hers up to cup your face, her eyes sparkling, mouth parting slightly. your heart was pounding against your chest, as if it would combust any minute now. you looked down at her lips, so soft and puffy… bada seemed to be doing the same. she stroked your face lightly, wanting to be as delicate as possible as if you were fragile.

“y/n, you’re an actual princess…” she brushed a few hairs out of your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“so beautiful. my type!” bada giggled, pinching your cheeks lightly and kissing them afterwards.

and to all of this, all you could do was smile and try not to physically tremble. your heart quickly making its way to protrude out of your chest. it had been the first time in months since you’ve found someone you actually grew really interested in. it happened to be bada. you weren’t complaining though, never that. she was genuinely the first person you’ve met that didn’t instantly bore you. she was funny, charming, and understanding. how could you not be interested?

this had been exactly your 10th official date, not that you were keeping track or anything… and not once did she ever try to pressure you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with. which surprised you, because it was all you’ve ever known from previous dates. getting to know each other then boom, asking if you’re ‘dtf’ almost immediately. but no. not bada. you couldn’t even imagine her acting that way. she was far from disrespectful, not a single negative thing you could say about her, honestly. you admired her. what you felt for her could be described as puppy love. ironically enough, it was super fitting given the fact that bada was just like a big puppy herself. you loved it.

“alright well, it’s getting late. let me take you back home?”

you nodded, taking her hand in yours and squeezing lightly.

“that would be lovely, my prince bada!”

the girl’s lips curled into a small smile, walking you both towards her car.

꩜

“are you sure this is okay, y/n?” bada panted, a string of saliva connecting from each others lips.

you grabbed her hand to hold it, looking up at her as she hovered over you.

you don’t know how you both ended up like this, in your bed, underneath the sheets.

“i’m positive, bada.”

and with that, the older girl immediately slid down your body, peppering kisses and giving light squeezes. you couldn’t help but giggle and whine some underneath her touch. everything felt so pure, so right.

the giggling was immediately interrupted by a loud moan. her warm tongue giving you long licks, lapping up into your cunt. smaller fingers tangling into her hair, slightly tugging. bada herself let out a rather needy moan. she halted her intimate reactions for a second, taking her time to sprinkle more gentle kisses around your heat and inner thighs. you felt her lean against your thigh, looking up at you from where she was.

“you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” bada huffed out. her face as red as a tomato, her eyes blown out and hooded, her plump lips now coated in your own wetness. she traced circles into your skin, right above your heat. she leaned in to kiss the area she had been tracing, then looking up at you once more.

“i’ll make sure it’ll be a night to remember.”

and god, it was definitely a night to remember.

————— ୨୧ —————

that was the last time you had seen bada.

that was well over a year ago.

“hello?”

you snapped out of thoughts, reverting your attention back on her.

but you were once again quickly in your head as you looked at her. her hair was now both ash pink and black. different from the solid blue hair she had when the two of you had first met. her face still as beautiful as ever, her eyes still the same way that always made you melt. she was absolutely gorgeous. you felt your face heat up, just the way it would all the time before.

she looked at you eagerly, almost as if she was truly impatient. she was desperate to know your answer.

you looked up at the girl, opening your mouth to respond but was immediately shut down as you saw a figure jogging towards the two of you. your eyebrows furrowed once you made the figure out.

the guy came up towards you both, his arms wrapping around bada.

“you need to stop running off like that! you know it worries me.” he scolded the older girl. bada only chuckled.

in that moment— you knew your answer.

“with all due respect, i have no idea what you’re talking about. you must have me confused with someone else, im sorry.” you bowed slightly, getting ready to split ways. but before that, you noticed something.

bada’s face dropped.

was she seriously hoping it was you?

“please excuse my girlfriend, she’s been acting really strange lately. nothing personal!” the guy spoke again before grabbing her hand and walking the opposite direction. as they walked away hand in hand, bada turned to look over her shoulder. her eyes soft and pure. she gave you a weak smile. she knew it was you. of course she knew.

you sighed before heading your own way, quietly laughing to yourself. the guy— bada’s boyfriend being so clueless as to why she had been acting ‘strange’.

you knew exactly why.

it was the one year mark of that night.

a night to remember.

[koithelittle]

christmas movies & cuddles

note; my first fic here, yay!! terrified would be an understatement. idk how long it’s taken me to write this but it’s been a while, i was really struggling with being okay and confident with it so if it suck’s, i’m sorry. requests are open tho! for all things, and my inbox just in general so have at it! okay that’s all.

warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy pet names, brief mention of alcohol (wils past wif cwistmas), ummmss,,, mark boardman is there! great sitter- okay that’s all i think! not proofread for mistakes so beware!

pairing; cg!wilbur soot x gn!little!reader

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taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo (ask to be added!)

wilbur always found enjoyment in making you happy, in doing things that would bring a smile to your face or make you laugh and giggle. he loved to be your sun, when all you were surrounded by was darkness.

he's never been fond of holidays if he's honest. he didn't like dressing up for Halloween, and as a guy in his mid-late 20s, he didn't particularly care for the party side of halloween either. when it came to Christmas, it only seemed to remind him how lonely he was. or had been. before he met you, christmas was spent inside, alone with alcohol to numb the loneliness.

but now, with you, he has every reason to celebrate it. christmas decor goes up november 1st, Christmas cookies get made the day after and he already has a list of gifts he plans on getting for you and all of your shared friends. he has plans of activities, and small outings to go on. you go ice skating together, where he holds you to his side and keeps you from falling. he takes you out to get a christmas tree together, bringing it home and setting it up in the corner of the den.

he'll stand on his toes to hang up the garlands, spending hours outside hanging up christmas lights on the porch (you tell him it's not worth the cold he'll endure, but he insists on doing it without you peeking all so it's a surprise). he loves doing things for you, and holding you and keeping you warm during the cold nights. he'll make you tea or cocoa and hold you between his legs as you both watch a christmas movie.

you show him all your favorites, although, elf is his all time favorite. he finds it bizarre and funny at the same time. how silly it is, and campy it feels. he'll rub your stomach and kiss your cheek, holding you close to his chest.

if he's honest, part of why he does all of these things is to help you, to heal you and to make christmas fun for big you and little you (because let's be honest, he does everything he can to bring a smile to your face both big and little).

lately, though, he's wanted to focus more on at home, quiet christmasy adventures. things that you would feel comfortable doing when you're regressed, which meant quiet and cuddly activities that meant being cooped up inside.

he'd seen the whole boo basket trend, and thought it was a neat idea but wanted to have his own twist on it (prior to deciding, he also saw the burr basket posts but those fizzled out before he really got a good idea of what he had planned). he sat down at his desk to list a few stores he'd stop by and what items he planned to get from each one.

the local bookstore was sure to have a santa book, and maybe even a few jellycats (you eyed them all the time, and he almost always sneakily bought the mini ones to hide around the house). after the bookshop, he'd head to another shop, one that he's sure would have a basket and maybe a blanket, some candy and instant cocoa, amongst other things.

once his list was completed, he hurried down the stairs to where you were cooped up in the corner of the couch, wrapped up in one of his blankets with your stuffed bunny held against your chest. you'd been regressed for a few hours now, and needed quiet time so he set you up in the living room awhile ago, your favorite cartoon playing on the TV.

he sat beside you, pulling you into his side as he kisses your cheek and temple. he rubs your arm as he smiles down at you, "hello, baby, you ok?" he whispers as you whine and crawl into his arms, sitting in his lap.

he chuckles softly, nuzzling his nose against your hair as your hands grip onto his shirt. he pulls back to get a look at your face, hand on the side of your head as he pushes hair out of your face.

"love," his voice is a bit more firm, "are you okay?" you shrug as a response, soft frown held on your lips as he sighs and pulls you closer. he presses kisses to the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair as his other hand rubs your back.

he holds you for a while, the TV playing as background noise more or less as he coos and whispers a soft lullaby to soothe you a bit. when your grip on his shirt loosens, and your breathing steadies out, he pulls back to look you in the eye again.

"I've gotta go out for a bit, do you want to go stay with grace or wilma?" he whispers softly, hands on your lower back as he gets you to sit up a bit more.

you shrug, eyes stuck on the wall behind him as you zone out. he rubs your back, bringing your attention to him again, "okay," you mumble, dropping your head to your shoulder.

he kisses the shell of your ear, recognizing that you're most likely nonverbal or at least close to it. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek in a light manner, tickling you. you giggle softly, tensing up before relaxing in his hold when he kisses your temple.

"what if... I called over wilma to keep an eye on you, mm? orrrr maybe joe? ash? mark?" he smirks, pressing a few kisses to your cheek.

"ummm.. mark!" you giggle softly, smiling wide and happy at the thought of getting to see Mark again. you have a few drawings for him, as well!

"mark? okay, well can you give Daddy a few minutes while I call him, yeah?"

you nod softly, scooting out of his lap and settling in front of the TV as you start to play with your stuffies. wilbur sits up, walking over to the foyer as he calls mark, listening as it rings.

mark picks up, "hey, mate! what's up?" his voice is bright and chirpy, always happy.

"hey, I've got a favor to ask," wilbur starts, and you perk up. you sit up, leaning over the back edge of the couch, looking over at him and smiling.

Wilbur smiles over at you, chuckling before he continues, "I need to head into town for a bit and I was wondering if you'd come over and look after y/n for a bit? they're little right now and I just don't want to leave them alone but I can't take them either," Wilbur sighs, pacing a slight bit as he awaits and answer from mark.

you don't bother to listen to the rest, slinking to the corner of the couch and curling up happily. he walks over a moment later, sitting beside you and rubbing your side and arm.

"hey lovebug," wilbur coos, you lift your head and smile sleepily at him. he pulls you up into his lap, holding you close.

"hi, dada," you whisper, head rested on his shoulder as he rubs your back softly, free hand playing with your hair.

"mark will be here soon, yeah?" he smiles sweetly, rubbing your upper arms as he pulls back to look at you.

he holds you close to him, humming a soft tune as you let the time pass quietly. mark soon rings the doorbell and wilbur greets him before giving him a way too detailed run down, as if he'd never been your sitter before. then, wilbur finally leaves.

he hurries out to the car, heading into town. he had the list pulled up on his phone, ready to have things marked off. he started with the book shop, sifting through the various christmas children books and collecting a few in his arms, checking out and walking next door to the children's shops.

he spends the rest of the next two hours, shopping and gathering things of all kinds. your favorite candies, a blanket, a stuffie or two, books, crayons, etc etc. anything that could make you feel better. and so, after he puts everything in the trunk, he gathers it all up into the basket, making it look all pretty before he tucks it into the passengers seat, making his way home.

while wilbur is driving home, you and Mark are set up on the kitchen floor. he made a little sensory box for you, one that he brought from home. youre playing with the toys, making the dinos fly as mark watches you and cheers you on, making you giggle with every question he has.

"what's this dinos name, little one?" mark coos, holding a blue dino up to you.

you giggle softly, taking the dino and placing it on the top of his head, making it jump around before taking it back and putting it in the box, “bluey,” you hum.

“oh, bluey? that’s a nice name, hm?” you nod at mark’s question, quietly playing in the box that holds sand and rice and an assortment of dino toys.

“when’s daddy gettin home?” you mumble quietly, eyes cast down on the dinos you’re playing with.

mark hums, thinking for a moment before he answers, “soon, hun, promise.”

soon didnt come soon enough for you, waiting not so patiently for wilbur to come home. once you hear the door click open, you jump up and hurry to the door, slinging yourself into his chest. you hug him close, babbling incoherently to him as he hugs you back.

"hey, baby, you okay? you miss me?" he croons, pulling you closer against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. you nod, giggling happily.

"missed you, dada!" you squeal as he moves to pick you up, holding you on his hip as mark cleans up in the kitchen.

"I missed you too baby! how about you settle down here, mkay?" he sets you down on the couch, tucking a blanket over you as he moves into the kitchen.

"were they okay?" wilbur kneels down to help clean up the dino toys and what other things get taken out of the box.

mark smiles and nods, "of course! they missed you though, alot."

wilbur hums, smiling to himself at the thought as he and mark bid goodbyes, mark soon leaving through the front door. you peak up over the back of the couch, arms folded and chin resting atop of them.

he chuckles, walking over to you and kissing your forehead, brushing hair out of your face gently, "hi love, I'm gonna go get something, okay? be a good little love while I'm gone. I'll be right back," he places a lingering kiss to your forehead before he turns to leave out the door. you stay there, watching the door like a puppy. he steps back in a few minutes later, a basket covered with his jacket now clad in his arms.

"close your eyes, bunbun," he smiles widely, and you do as told, giggling softly as you shut your eyes. you feel him sitting down next to you and something wicker being placed in your lap.

"open, love," he smiles as you, watching as you excitedly giggle and look up at him.

“all for me?” you whisper in disbelief, eyes wide with joy as you hold the sides of the basket, waiting for the go ahead.

“mhm, just for you, baby. go on, open it. it’s for our evening,” he smiles a bit softer, hand reaching behind your head to rub your hair as he watches you excitedly unwrap it all. your eyes widening with each thing, giggling and squealing happily with each little gift. once it’s all open, you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, settling in for a hug.

“thank you, daddy!” you giggle softly, nuzzling your face into his neck as wilbur hugs you close.

“did you like it?” he hums, kissing your temple and cheek as he guides you back so he can look down at your face.

you nod eagerly, “all of it! every bit!” you reach over for the little bunny stuffie he grabbed for you and you show it to him, “it looks like you dada!”

he chuckles, rubbing your cheek and nodding, “oh it does, doesn’t it?” he takes it into his hand, waving it a bit at you as you giggle.

“yeah! ‘s you, dada!”

“well that’s a high compliment, mm?” you nod softly at his words as he hands the bunny back to you, pulling you into his lap as he rubs his thumbs over your soft cheeks, “how does a christmas movie with popcorn and candy and cuddles sound, mm?” his lips curl up in a coy smile, eyes bright with love for you.

you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder as your hands rest on his sides, “mmhm, please?”

he nods, mumbling a quick okay as he kisses your cheek and sets you aside on the couch, “i’m gonna go get stuff from the kitchen, ok? you stay here and rest,” you nod, rubbing your eyes sleepily as you curl up on your side.

he hurries into the kitchen, starting some popcorn as he fills your favorite sippy with some juice, setting that aside as he pours the popcorn in a bowl. he sits beside you, popcorn on the coffee table as he hands you your sippy cup. you hold it, leaning against his side as he sets up a movie, cuddling close with you as you both quietly watch the movie together.

the rest of the evening is spent cuddled up with a christmas movie and candy, no need to talk or chat, and that’s the best part.

[nereidprinc3ss]

ok LOVED the ask about dybmn!spence headcanons … to add on to that (& please correct me if i’m wrong!!! i don’t mind at all if your opinion is diff than mine hehe) but i wonder if/feel like spence would get sort of condescending? like as reader gets more comfortable with herself you know? & never in an awful way but i think just leaning a little more into the power dynamics? like back in part 1 where he asks if it’s too much she says no and he goes “no of course it isn’t. you’ll just take whatever i give you won’t you” or smth like that and that part had me kicking my feet LOL like he’s not being inappropriate or playing on her insecurities but it’s just something i think fits! also in a couple of your other fics even if they don’t belong in this universe but like in relax (which is my favorite thing you’ve written btw ily) she says it’s too much and he goes “no it’s not” and essentially you can take it and. SQUEALS like it’s not in a gross way but it’s like deliciously condescending #toME idk maybe this is purely self indulgent but i do think that it’s something he would be into. like the “you can take it” OR OMG when he makes her use her words. DIES omg this is so long and all over the place i hope this made sense LOL but either way again i loved you expanding on the headcanons so much … love to hear what’s going on inside the perfect brain that brings us all these fics LOL kisses babe

i love you anon god bless the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs who turned into the fossils that created the oil that became the gas that fueled the car that drove your mother to the hospital on the day you were born

more 18+ ramblings

i’ve always thought that spencer has a mean side. and i don’t mean that as in classic degradation but as you said condescension. i think in the dybmn universe he’s been holding himself in check a lot, much more than we realize, because he doesn’t wanna overwhelm the reader or accidentally make her feel bad about herself because he knows she’s still fragile at this point. but it definitely sneaks into the way he speaks to her sometimes, like as you said in part one, and it’s definitely pretty clear in his thoughts in part three. and it’s like this weird dissonant motivation where on the one hand he wants her to know it’s okay to not think so fucking hard all the time and to just let him take care of her and on the other he genuinely wants to cultivate her ability to stand up for herself during sex and tell him what she wants. like when he says he wants her words he really wants her words, he wants to make sure she’s engaged and present and she doesn’t have to be eloquent but he does expect a response of some sort.

and then some of it is just because he likes seeing how desperate she gets for him like….. use your words or ask for what you want or whatever are all said with the same unspoken messages which are you’re a grown up so act like it or remember how smart you were five minutes ago or it’s so cute when i let you talk back to me and we pretend like i can’t fix your attitude the second i decide im sick of it

like he just really gets off on the implicit control he has over her, not because he has to forcibly take it but because she hands it to him and she trusts him with it and he LOVES being trusted, he wants to make sure she knows he’ll never break her trust and he’ll always take care of her even if he’s sometimes a little mean😁 he just loves reader BAD

but ya at the root of all the condescension is just a lot of genuine adoration probably because he’s sooooo whipped it’s sickening truly

[clovenhoofedjester]

jellicle lineups; part 3/4

LETS GO PEOPLE!! LETS GO !! sorry for taking so long to get around to this one !

demeter | 🔒 🍰 🌇

DEETER

ive seen a lot of complaints about demeters design being toned down over the years so i decided to bring some of the bolder design choices back for mine. mullet demeter is REAL now ! honestly i couldve done more w/ their makeup but shhh its ok....

i tried to push the gold in their design by making the eyeshadow really obvious and giving them gold lips. enjoy their lacy dress too... i tried to design something which they could dance comfortably in

demeters newer 3 words (nervous, sensual, secretive) mean everything to me. love them so much. i think theyd be 29 in human years

bombalurina | 🌹 🍓 🛼

so i totally based her hair on that concept art for drag queen bomba. the bob is too cute ! i had a blast doing her design for the most part. i struggled w that makeup and the color of her dress but its ok.

i also tried to give her something she could dance in—just like. imagine the length of the dress a little shorter. im not going back and fixing it

i based her color palette/patterns directly on her concept art because tbh, i dont love blond/ginger bomba ! so black/white/red hair bomba it is

i think she would be 27 in human years

hysperia | 🪴 ⌚ 🍡

this is my version of exotica, renamed hysperia, because i do not love her og name. its not fun. the name hysperia is taken from an ensemble kitten character from the og london production

i also based her design on a multitude of things, asides from her 2 costumes in 98—like some nbq/greycat designs since i feel like that design not becoming a common ensemble character was a waste. A WASTE I TELL YOU! ive also based her fur length on warsaw victoria because oh my godddd that design is so good. peak

her neck bow is a nod to the 2019 movie... the macavity girls w/ those bow collars. they were onto something there

she would have a much more prominent role than the few times she cameo'd in 98, still retaining the elegant/shy personality she shows in the film. shed be 29 in human years

cassandra | 🪐 ♠️ 🥯

i originally made her makeup a lot closer to her replica designs but decided to go for something a little different based on a makeup look i saw on pinterest LOL. so like. enjoy her slight earthy gothic vibes. i also didnt struggled too much on her outfit since i came into this knowing that i wanted her to be wearing something formfitting and bejeweled. a little circus-y too

more people have got to play up her disdainfulness. she'd be 26 in human years

alonzo | 🎹 🍢 🎳

once again, another design pretty similar to his standard replica one. i just tried to make the black patch on his face a little greyer and with some white detailing. because tbh every alonzo with white mascara makes me go crazy its so cute

i also tried to make his head fur/bangs a little distinctive—inspired by a random pic from a production i dont know the name of

enjoy his little cute fit too. pinklonzo. pastelonzo

that one gif of him pantomiming eating a playing card IS canon to me. he'd be 28 in human years

munkustrap | 📼 🥧🎙

verrrry similar to standard replica munks makeup-wise ! however, fur wise.... say hi to mulletstrap. to manestrap. 2 me he is tuggers brother so he gets that. i have no justification for the mullet other than idk, looks good, is funny, and the oslo 1985 production was right to give him one. also he and demeter can match now

i do like when theyre seen as something of a prince... so say hi to the gothenburg and opera populaire-esque epaulettes. theyre cayoot. they also get warsaw munks Big Pant Vibes

give this man a break. hed be 30 in human years

macavity | 🔥 🥂 🎯

he was actually one of the first cats i made design notes for when i started hyperfixating on this musical like.... two months ago. i really tried to mix elements from a bunch of different designs 4 him.... and sorry yall hes a deut brother too. im predictable

the manginess, mane, more ginger-y head fur, tugger-ness and the mouth markings from the 2016 revival... the big big hair, white fur and general makeup from his replica design... and the stylings of il sistina mac with the fitted coat. he also gets unique eyelashes like tugger—this time white instead of gold. he also gets that ominous magic cat eye shading

i think he would act a lot like 2019 mac... suave. but also not as dorky and desperate as he is in that movie LOL. he'd be 33 in human years

ONLY ONE MORE LEFT..... THE OLDIES........ MAYBE... I MIGHT MAKE DESIGNS FOR SOME OF THE SWINGS TOO LOL

[undead-potatoes]

SUNNY, did someone ask about Aurora and Jay and whether they like kids?? Do they get along with them, are annoyed by them? Would they want kids for themselves? How have they interacted with the kids in the bg3 world so far?

No-one did, so thanks for asking B)

This is gonna be long as usual so 🐻 with me

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Much like she's with people in general, Aurora is kinda bad with kids. She likes them, quite a lot in fact, but she's awkward and doesn't know how to interact with them in a natural way. She does find them so so charming though, and enjoys being around them and observing their antics. I think she admires them too for how resilient they can be, how even in the face of so many horrors they're still filled with so much of that childlike joy.

But the Urge makes interactions difficult, since they're often extra gruesome around kids (as you pointed out). She tries her best to interact casually with any kids coming her way, but I think she also keeps her distance for the most part while the Urge rages on. Yenna might be the hardest one for her, since she's someone Rory has to interact with on a regular basis. It goes well for the most part, but I think Yenna probably picks up on Rory's weird vibes and just decides to keep interactions to a minimum (maybe she thinks Rory doesn't like her? Like what did she do wrong?)

She does want kids of her own she discovers, once she's free to live life on her own terms, but she's terrified of passing on any bhaalspawn bullshit to a biological child, so that's a route she doesn't even dare explore. There are other ways of becoming a parent though, and I can see her and Shadowheart bringing up a child together at some point (and I imagine Astarion is just mommy's weird boyfriend who teaches them all the wrong things and is over there like "I hate this kid. If anything ever happens to them I'm gonna turn into John Wick tho.")

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First of all, I just posted a Jay backstory bit that's been sitting in my drafts since October, which adds some context to Jay's relationship with kids already in his life.

So very firmly on the other side of the scale we have Jay, who is really great with kids, possibly even better than with most adults. He knows how to talk to them in a way that makes them feel seen and respected, while still keeping in mind that they're children. Chatting with them, joking around, providing them comfort, it all comes pretty natural to him.

He obviously has a soft spot for the tiefling orphans. Looking at them he sees a reflection of himself from 40 years ago, and many of their schemes genuinely amuse him, though some of them are uuuh a little worrying. I think he tries to sway Mol a little bit since she's their leader, to steer her away from the worst of it, but she's just too stubborn for that. Her whole ordeal with Raphael really stressed him out tbh.

Yenna is an interesting one bc usually I would just write her off and say she never joined the party (it's a bit silly tbh), but Jay absolutely would pick her up and have her tag along if he thought she would be safer with them than being on her own. I assume they get along just fine (she mostly just has the personality of "pleasant child" in-game), and I think he enjoys teaching her stuff, for better and for worse. He's totally the kind of guy who will teach kids some questionable things (often by accident), and then go "no wait, do as I say, not as I do".

I initially (like months ago) thought of him as someone who might want kids, but I'm not so sure anymore. At least not in a way where he'll actively go out of his way to have children; any child that just happens to fall into his lap is a different story. This is partly why I'm a little conflicted about Yenna post-game, like what WOULD he do? He'd be very hesitant to send any child to an orphanage unless there were no other options, so idk where she ends up.

Overall I think he's just fine being everyone's favorite uncle. The kids love him, he brings the coolest gifts, and he gets to interact with them on a frequent basis in smaller bursts. He's the first anyone asks to babysit, and he almost always says yes, much to Gale's annoyance I'm sure ("but what about our plans, love" "we can do that tomorrow, they never get time off from the kids").

[mickmundy]

hiii (again lol) just wanted to elaborate a little, but there is so much in the way you write particularly Sniper and his struggles with shame, loneliness, that hunger (in all its forms) and complex parental relationships that just resonates so deeply. Reading (and rereading) through the series and the evocative way you describe everything and break down/talk through it within and in bonus posts has really helped me put words to some of own feelings and motivated me to work towards improvement!

(i hope its okay that i combined both of your asks, i didn’t want to risk mixing up my thoughts or leaving anything about either one unanswered! ;-; <3) FIRST OF ALL…… i’m ltierally so speechless ;;; thank you SO much for sending me this, it really means the entire universe to me… like i genuinely adore that something that i wrote from such a personal part of me is emotionally impacting people who read it… like it fills me with so much love knowing that there are people out there who can relate to….. sniper’s…….. yes… of course…. sniper’s……… journey with falling in love, internalized homophobia, sexual repression, rental trauma etc… sometimes being a human feels So Much and i really don’t know how else to describe it LOL but it’s… A Lot. in good and bad ways. and sometimes i’m just overwhelmed with emotion and i don’t know how to feel or what to feel or what i’m even feeling, i just know i’m feeling a LOT! and i’ve always felt like a total freak for how i process emotions and how i see love and so it just brings me so much comfort and joy to know that not only do people understand and appreciate sniper’s journey, but they also relate to it too ;;; i am holding all of our delicate hearts so close to my chest!! ;u; <3333

and YESSS ;;;; i love both of these things too, they were Big Deals to me to write. i cried when i wrote the first two chapters of fever over a year ago and back then i didn’t have anywhere near the amount of engagement (on here, twt, ao3, anywhere really) and so i was so scared that when i Would post this fic, i’d get laughed at or misunderstood (couldn’t decide which was worse lol) and so it’s really… like.. idk how to describe it… but it feels like a heavy hand on my shoulder in a really good way.. like the reception it’s gotten, i’m genuinely blown away… ;___; and i really appreciate people being comfortable enough to be Vulnerable with me like i feel like i’m being Vulnerable with you by posting my fics.., ;; i’ve cried a lot of tears as i’ve been writing these fics and they really are a massive part of Me (and my gf + our relationship heh) and i’m just so happy that people enjoy them…

the tenderness hurting more than pain..,., like idk how else to describe it lsdkfjsdjf. being told your whole life that you can’t let your emotions dominate you, you can’t let your feelings get in the way of What Really Matters (which as it turns out.. is… nothing really at all lol. or nothing that can’t be Enhanced With Feelings…!) and realizing later in life like oh my god. i’ve wasted so much time being This Person and now it’s not working anymore… and you cling to That Person because they’re all you’ve known how to be… and the idea of putting yourself out there as Who You Are and not Who You Were Told To Be… god it’s horrific. and so scary. and it sucks. but for the sake of love… you want to try… but how do you even try… well… with a lot of attempts! and after a while it starts to get a little more natural.. and a little more natural…. <3 hehe.. and the feeling of rejection from your parents (who you are desperate to please) for things that you can’t help or don’t even understand yourself… it feels really bleak. and sniper’s only been taught to just “power through it” but it’s like… that can’t work forever.. sometimes you need to turn around and Face what you feel… and shoving through it only works for so long…!

i’m so happy to hear that you’ve been inspired to improve yourself too, i’m right there with you!! being in a place emotionally where you find the ability to like. Look Within Yourself and at least Try to improve,, it’s really hard!! and sniper and medic doing it in their own unique ways (and the slow crawl that they do it at!) and seeing them be… not so great at it but they’re getting better! i think that’s a really human trait… like it’s okay that things don’t magically fall into place all at once Conveniently, you know what i mean? and i think with tf2 characters especially it’s like… they’re all immature, they’re far from perfect, but they’re also so capable of love… in their own ways hehe!! but i think that’s fun. i like that we can all have a little emotional vulnerability… together! :’)

thank you SO much again for this wonderful message, i sincerely adore talking with you about my writing and i am always so glad to hear that you enjoy it!! ;_; <333 ILYYYYYY MY DEAR FRIEND ;_____; <3333333

[appreciatingtokrev]

my brain is going insane over photographer/filmer yamagishi and skater boarder makoto 😭😭 i feel both these professions fit their personalities honestly but yeyyyy

as mentioned makoto is a skateboard who has a growing fanbase of followers on his social media who check out his content that yamagishi helps him take. they're a fun duo, those two kids at the back of class that laugh so loud that its annoying /affectionate i love them sm

they kinda just are long time friends in the beginning but everyone thinks they're like dating n smth like that and they're just like huh cuz yk they're clueless idiots. then they kinda bring it up and become friends who kiss sometimes and use each other when they need to let out some steam, until yamagishi is just casually like ayo bro what are we. and they talk abt it n they're like yeah sure we can date ig..? but idk they're one of those relationships that are like maybe we won't put a label on this and just be happy in each other's company but they're also like letz experiment w what we want as a relationship and all.

but yeah they're kinda boyfriends definitely friends. maybe just friends who kiss but they have very intimate feelings for each other so they're just kinda lost but they're comfortable to be whatever as long as its w the other yk<3

also they love watching old highschool/coming of age movies together while cuddling but also while arguing at the tv abt stupid decisions the movie characters make. and if takkuya is in this au too yamagishi and makoto individually like rambling to the couple abt their partner bcuz they're frustrated n confused abt their relationship but also happy that they even have the other in their life and takkuya just look at each other in "that" way and when makoto/yamagishi ask them what the look was they say they won't tell them and let them figure it out for themselves. but they go on double dates, mostly to parks and theme parks but they went to a cafe once and collectively decided to never go to one all together again cuz they got kicked out bcuz they were too rowdy 😭😭

and if we rlly wanted this to be extra fun we'd add takehina into it, karate gf and nurse in training bf, just to have a bigger group 😇

anyways i love mizo mid so much im so normal abt them (im not)

killing tumblr it also didn’t give me a notif for this i hate this fucking website.

anyways hi taku!! you absolutely should go insane abt them you are doing everything right in your life fr <3 no but i am SO listening to everything you have to say you are so right abt them my god. i’m so sorry but i laughed at ‘skateboard makoto’ help i am now picturing him as an actual skateboard- adhjfgjdh. nodding along to all of this i am nodding so hard trust

oh yes we should def add takehina!! (btw the jobs you gave them?? so so true) after all takemichi is also part of mizo mid and i think excluding him is a crime. plus i love the friendship he & akkun have it’s slept on actually i think. i mean the whole first customer thing and stuff 😭 but this isn’t abt them afjhsjf so. back on topic

my brain is empty i had to make up too many haikyuu character assumptions for my qpp yesterday (i had to rate the characters without knowing them at all/while hardly knowing them (we watched the first three eps of season one together two or so months ago)) which was incredibly fun but now my creativity is on stand-by and i haven’t managed to active it again yet but yes i love them thank you

dw i am just as insane about the mizo mid. together we can give them the recongnition they deserve maybe

[puttlesculpts]

Step 2: Sourcing & Blender pt 1

I don't know shit about 3D modeling!!! So I am applying my most essential skill: organically and ethically sourcing the things I cannot provide for myself.

I do actually have a fairly extensive background in hand building with clay, which is something I plan on incorporating at later steps, but I knew I wanted the base of this to be a 3D model since that would afford great flexibility and consistency. I bring this up cus I never dabbled much in CG (I tried off and on in the past, but to little success) but always wanted to be good at it. I realize it's an entirely new skill set, but thankfully there are elements to it that aren't too unfamiliar to me! You'd be surprised how much you can get away with by making subtle changes, and that is what I am banking on with the Sculpt mode in Blender.

So the first thing I sourced was this (royalty free) male body from hiflow3d on CGTrader. It's got the perfect amount of detail and a similar enough body type to my boy:

I am not shy when it comes to learning new programs and stuff, so the idea of rigging this from scratch ain't even a big deal (I actually did exactly that not too long ago, but it was on a different bodymesh and therefor not applicable to this project lmaoo).

But I say that knowing I'll be able to pull a lot of my own weight once this reaches the printing stage, which is comforting. For now it just needs to be good enough!

Here are the before and afters of his head:

Eyes are more shaped, brows furrowed, bigger schnoz, some changes to the chin & cheek bones, more shape to the skull/forehead

It's not perfect since my knowledge of Blender and how to really and truly work with it is so shallow, but again: it's good enough. Besides which, my dude has his entire head and most of his face covered, so it doesn't have to be perfect.

At this point I was ready to start rigging and intended to do everything else in post, but then I thought about how much easier it would be to NOT sculpt boots + gloves + everything else by hand (while being symmetrical) so I am instead gonna attempt to do as much of Layer 1 as I can in Blender.

Here's my first attempt as a cube-extruded boot:

And here's the second version after I decided to try harder and to scrap the first one for being too messy and anykine:

This is obviously still a WIP since I mainly just worked on the foot part, but it's not so bad. It's repetitive but fun once you get into the grove. IDK anything about efficiency in Blender yet, but I am trying my best to look out for future Devan by keeping these faces as neat and clean as possible.

I've started to get carried away with the smoothing, but I'm not too worried about it or the clipping since I'm just gonna chop off the legs underneath anyway & subdivide + smooth the boots. I could prolly even leave the feet as big blocks and just dremmel them down once it's printed, but hey, it's good to practice new things

[captaindsina]

"Let's Make A Deal"

Toji Fushiguro x Black Reader

During an unusually slow night in the pretentious club you work at, a man you've never seen before comes in and offers you a deal. One that you know is dumb to accept, but you do because what's the risk?

I genuinely hate this because why is writing dialogue so damn hard? Why do we have to talk? Why do humans talk? Ew.

Toji and the reader trade sexual dynamics flipping between submissive and dominant.

So we got a bit of Sub Toji in here.

I also do not have to explain why the fuck I specify why the reader is black. I just write with a black person in mind. You got a problem with it. Idk go masturbate or something.

Enjoy it. This genuinely my first time writing smut all the way through and finishing it. So please enjoy it

Word Count: 8.3k -shit-

You walk into your home setting your belongings down on your rack and hanging your coat up with a sigh. It was a pretty hectic day, dealing with drunk people was not your forté. Which begs the question...why the hell do you work in a club as a bartender? The pay is mediocre and your employees aren't bad, but your boss is an asshat. It sucks that you can't find a better bar to work at but your current place will have to suffice.

You sit on your couch after taking your shoes off and begin rubbing your feet. Your body is so tense it's ridiculous. The life of labor is not it one you desire at all. Having to deal with customers nagging, going insane from the same songs being played on repeat everyday, coming home late, the random advances from drunken patrons; it was just too much for you, but there's no escaping it if you want to live and not immediately end it all at some stupid office job. Lighting some incense you begin your destressing routine of incense, a long hot shower, low music in the background, a cup of warm tea, some food, and a good movie to watch.

It was the perfect routine designed to fit the comforting vibes of your home. Your home is dark with dim lighting different plants in almost every corner of your home with beads hanging on the deoor frames and the most most important piece of your home, your cat; Dice.

It was your most favorite place to be at and after the day you had you just wanted to relax.

After putting food in Dice's bowl you take a shower while blaring your favorite songs. Your skin was tingly in the hot water. You felt like you were a truly alluring sight; made you borderline obsessed with yourself. The  various body creams and oils you used made you feel amazing. Your relaxing shower session made you forget about all the stress in your bones, melting it all away and sending it down the drain.

After getting dressed in your night clothes and putting on your slippers you head to your kitchen where you're met with your Birman cat sitting on your counter.

"Hey baby, I hope you didn't miss me too bad while I was gone cause I know I missed you terribly." you say cooing to your cat while petting behind her ears. She hops away from you "okay be like that you little shit"

You heat up your kettle and grab your favorite blend of tea herbs putting it all in a little pouch in a mug. While the kettle gets hot you go into the fridge and grab a previously prepped meal from your loving best friend you're ever so greatful for because apparently by his standards a granola bar and tea is not a proper dinner. So he decided to pick up meal prep as a hobby and brings you extras from his meals.

When you throw your food into microwave you hear a ding on your phone.

Hemorrhoid:

'Come over'

Well there goes your day.

You were just getting to the good part of the night.

You:

'I don't feel like it.'

'Do I really have to come?"

Hemorrhoid:

'Yes. I hope you haven't forgotten about the deal we made or should I refresh your memory?"

Ah yes. How could you forget?

You punch the air and type your message.

You:

'Cunt'

'I'm coming'

The deal.

The one you made a month or two ago when Toji found his way into the club you work at; The Heat. A club popular for the beautiful people there, good music, and its exclusivity. It didn't lie about the beautiful people, they were gorgeous. Specifically hiring people that looked good to grow their rep. However all the rest....it's a bunch of bullshit. The music quickly grows tiresome and youu'd think exclusive would mean a bunch of big ballers coming into the club ready to spend money whenever, on whatever and they did, but the catch is none of it went towards your paycheck.

It was a bunch of shit all for show. You were once excited to work in such a lively environment but just as soon as that excitement came, it left. So when Toji waltzed his way into the club and up to the bar he was a nice change of pace. Sporting a rough around the edges look outside of the sleek and precise looks of everyone else who comes into the club.

Compared to other nights the night you met Toji was slow. There wasn't a crowd to wow with party tricks, just boring drinks to be served to the regulars. You usually preffered these nights but tonight the energy was off, you were bored. It was boring. Maybe you were just used to the overstimulating energy of the club, but you just couldn't catch the right vibe for the night.

Bored is a word you never thought you would use while working at 'The Heat' but here you are now wiping the same spot on the counter for the 20th time for the past 30 minutes.

You huff out a sigh as you move your towel in a repetitive motion, staring at the clock waiting for your shift to end.

"Fuck this. Jaz is it just me or it really different tonight?" you look over to your coworker Jazzy who looks to be just as bored as you.

"Nah. You not tripping. It's boring as hell."

You groan at his words. "I hate this job"

"I know you do and I would love to talk to you about it but my break is coming up ten minutes. I would hate to leave you here alone, but I would literally chew off my own finger than sit here for another second."

"Jaz I swear if you leave me here I'm never speaking to you again."

"You make that sound like a bad thing. You'll survive." he says sauntering to the back to start his break earlier than scheduled.

"Bastard" you grumble under your breath. Feeling defeated you groan and lay your head on the counter in front of you. "They could at least play some good music to keep me sane" you say with a deep childish pout on your face.

"I agree with you. This music is kind of ass. Not really my type" you raise your head at the foreign voice directed to you. Your eyes meet sharp green ones brimmed with dark lashes. His face is pretty if you'll be honest with yourself.

Sultry.

Seductive.

Sexy if you would.

And when you catch glimpse of the scar on his lips you internally quirk a brow intrigued at how a face so attractive could even have any damage done to it. It's a downright sin having something done like that.

"Yeah imagine hearing this shit on repeat. Every. Single. Night. I would rather pluck out all my arm hairs than hear this again" you sit up from the counter leaning on your forearms in front of the person. "What could I get you?"

"How about a drink of your choice and...a night with you" his voice responds whispering the last part to you.

"Okay" you snort rolling your eyes to the back of your head "How does a purple rain sound? and two, you'll have to try harder than that love. There's been people  before you who've tried to get their hands in my panties. You would have to be really good if you want me in your bed."

"Well one, I'll try it and two, what makes you think I'm like any of those bums? I'd have you crawling to me on your hands and knees when I'm done with you"

You laugh and grab a glass beginning to prepare his drink "you really do sound sure of yourself."

"No need for confidence when I know what I'm saying is true. Most people who call themselves confident are simply lying."

"Yeah okay mister....uh what's your name" you say pouring vodka, lemonade, and grenadine into a shaking glass with a mischievous grin on your face.

He begins to say his name but you cut him off by shaking his drink.

"Hmph I didn't really catch that. Could you say it one more time for me?"

He squints his eyes at you but reluctantly goes to say his name again only to be met with the sound of ice against metal.

You release a hearty laugh as tears well up in your eyes.

"You know you're not funny right?" He says looking at you with an unimpressed frown on his face. "So immature"

"Yeah you can say that about me but just know that was absolutely hilarious, but can you blame me? You're in need for some major humbling" you pour his drink into a glass with the sides covered in blue colored syrup and the rim covered in sugar. You top it off with a lemon and some garnish.  You have a goofy looking smile etched across your face that can't help but make the corners of Toji's lips curl up into a small smile.

You then place it in front of him and wait for him to take a sip.

"My name's Y/N by the way"

"I was going to give you the privilege of knowing my name but it seems you don't deserve it." He smacks his lips together "Also this isn't really my taste can you give me something different like-"

"Let me guess whiskey? Shots of tequila?"

He looks at you with a small frown on his face "Whiskey on-"

"Yeah yeah on the rocks. You know if you're trying to find a way into my panties you kind of suck at it. I'm not impressed" you turn around grabbing a small glass with a ball of ice in it. You feel his strong gaze on your backside, sending chills down your spine. "However I don't think I would mind hearing my name roll off of those pretty lips of yours."

He feels his neck grow hot as his lips curl into a smirk.  "I don't know why you feel the need to cut me off but let's make a deal."

"I'm listening" you say pouring whiskey into the glass and hand it to him simultaneously grabbing the purple drink from him and taking a sip.

"One night." He holds up one finger "If I can break you  to the point you don't even know your own name. You become my personal fucktoy and if not I do anything of your choosing. You should probably have me buy you  new shoes because....those are pretty ugly"

You scoff "leave my shoes alone and if I do somehow manage to become your 'personal fucktoy' how will you even contact me? I mean I could just give you my number for shits and giggles, block you, and call it a day or better yet give you a fake number"

"I have my ways trust me."

You quirk a brow at him "I'm intrigued, what do you mean by that?"

"Oh come on you couldn't have thought a guy like me would get into a club like this without doing anything a little dirty right?"

"Actually you do look like the type to be allowed in here. You seem scary"

"I scare you?"

"No I just said you seem scary, not that you scare me. It takes a lot to scare me. Even if you're threatening me with my life I'm not scared of you"

"Don't worry doll, I won't kill you"

"You make an interesting bargain. I don't know what's making me say this ;it could either be the masochism or the insanity speaking in me but, I'll play your game. I accept your deal only if you can wait the 23 minutes until I get off" you put your hand out for him to shake it.

He grasps your hand firmly and shakes it. Looking into his eyes you see an unreadable glint that makes your gut churn in intrigue, arousal and a twinge of fear.

"I'll wait but I do believe you have no idea what you're getting yourself into." he says with a sly grin spread across his face still holding tour hand.

You smile back at him and grab his hand placing a kiss on it "you're right I don't but I love the thrill" you begin to walk off into the different direction of another customer but not before you turn around and face him "Oh, I would also l love some red bottoms too" you say before you walk away.

He chuckles to himself downing the rest of his whiskey, still sitting at the bar.

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You hate to admit it but Toji was right, you truly had no idea what you were getting into.

The moment you entered his home he gave you no time to breathe. Putting his hands over every inch of your body possible. Pulling you close to his chest kissing you as he grabbed and squeezed your ass through your work pants.

"God I've wanted you out of this ugly ass uniform all night." he grunts against your neck while unbuttoning your black button-up.

"Well I think my uniform looks quite nice. You're going to stop insulting it eventually" you say rolling your eyes playfully while trying to stifle back a moan from the odd feeling of his tounge on your neck. He's sucking and nibbling at it, occasionally biting you with a bit of force to get a cute whimper out of you. He doesn't know what he loves more; the plush of your ass cheeks or the feeling of your chest in his hands. He's drunk off of your features, wanting to feel more of you, see more of you, right now.

So in a swift action he gently -not gracefully- grabs you by the waist and pulls you to his bedroom making you yelp as he pushes you on the bed. Looking into his eyes you can't help but cower at his gaze that holds a look that makes you feel like prey, that he's fought to get his hands on and wouldn't dare let you escape now that he has you. This sultry look causes warmth to pool in your lower abdomen, suddenly feeling lightheaded from the blood rushing from your head to your awaiting pussy.

You unbutton and tug down your pants then rise to your knees to tug off your shirt.

Looking at Toji you see his lips quirked up into what you assume to be a smile. Yet he has yet to say anything. Waltzing over to Toji on your knees you lift his chin up with one finger.

"Cat got your tounge love?" you place feather light kisses on his neck and his jawline gently nibbling at the flesh all while dragging your hands underneath his black tee grazing your fingers over the dips and ridges of his body. But what sends chills up Toji's spine is not the way he can feel your teeth against his skin, or the feeling of your cool fingers roaming his bodies; his resolve breaks when he suddenly feels those same fingers glide over his nipples and slightly pinch and twist at them.

In a swift and sudden motion he lays you on your back ripping his t-shirt over his head, leaving hickeys all on your torso, rutting his dick into your covered pussy. He hasn't even felt you wrapped around him yet he's already going feral at the sight of you below him, waiting for the exact same thing he's craving.

"'M gonna fuck you so good baby. I promise" he growls lowly into your ear making your pussy quiver.

Shoving his head away from you, you lightly trail a finger up and down his abdomen.

"It just dawned on me, I don't even know your name pretty boy. Tell me. Whose name should I moan as you try to fuck me dumb like you promised?"

Toji feels a groan build in his throat as you lightly hover your fingers over his bulge. "F-fuck, it's Toji."

"Toji. I like it." You pull him down and place a kiss behind his ear.

Toji hurriedly and ungracefully removes his pants and his boxers, then removes your panties. He slides his finger through the folds of your pussy feeling your dampness. He looks you in the eyes, takes that finger and plops it in his mouth, making you bite your lip in a low lidded gaze as you rub your nipple through your bra.

That night he promised he would make you cum more times than you can count, but by the end of the night you don't even think you were even capable of breathing properly.

He teased you painfully first making you cum around his fingers once and his tounge twice. With how desperate he seemed to get in your pants earlier you didn't think he could hold off from fucking you any longer, but to your surprise and dissapointment he waited until you both were painfully sensitive to finally give both of you what you wanted. Rutting his hips in and out of you until all you could say were mindless babbles of Toji's name. Then as you were both on your last orgasms of the night Toji asked the fateful question while balls deep in you.

Squeezing your cheeks he forces you to face him. Your calves on his shoulder with your knees pressed against your chest. You look down and see the creamy mess of your cum covering Toji's dick. The sight makes you grow limp as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Fuck princess, tell me what's your name? Or are you too -shit- dumb to even remember it? I bet you are. You look so fucking dumb on my dick right now"

It genuinely took all your brain power to even muster up a single word, but as soon as you were about to say your name you felt a mind-numbing sensation on your clit, that made your mouth gape open, eyes roll back, and pussy clench pathetically around Toji's dick as he roughly and messily slams his hips into yours. Your orgasm washes over you and your brain completely abandons its previously assigned task as you mindlessly babble Toji's name.

Toji looks down at you with an accomplished smile on his face, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger now. He takes a good look at your fucked out face which pushes him over the edge stuffing the condom full of his final load of the night. As he ruts his hips into you he groans in your ear. Incoherently telling you how good you made him feel, how pretty you are, and how he's glad you're now his.

All you can feel is the sleepiness tugging at your eyelids as you doze off with Toji still buried in you, your legs wrapped around his waist and you running your fingers through his hair lazily. You both eventually fall asleep like that, forgetting to clean up.

The next day you were confused when you woke up feeling a heavy weight on your chest and sticky sensation between your legs. As you open your eyes you see a head full of messy black hair. Your sudden shift in breathing must have woken Toji up because as soon as your eyes met his green ones, you remembered everything. Especially how screwed you were.

He grumbles something along the lines of a good morning as he slips out of you making you wince from how empty you feel now. You roll over to your side to face him - well not necessarily him but rather his back.

"So you weren't serious about that whole fucktoy thing were you?" you say through an awkward chuckle playing with your fingers.

"I was absolutely serious. You didn't say your name last night did you?"  he says tiredly.

You feel your stomach drop. "Well no I didn't, but that's because- " you try to defend yourself but you're hastily cut off by Toji

"Exactly. I won the bet and you better pay your side of the bargain." you can just hear the smirk on his face.

"Toji! No fair!" you whine "You asked me while I was in the middle of an orgasm you jackass. I couldn't even say my abc's if I wanted to."

"How funny you say that because I can clearly recall you screaming my name instead of your own. Admit it sweetheart. You're mines now"

"But-" you pout knowing there's no more buts, so you decide to bury your pride for a little bit and beg your way out of his grasp. "Toji I hope you know that I won't come to you at your every beck and call. Your dick was good but not that good. I was thinking with my pussy last night. Can I just be a regular booty call? Please?" He turns around to face you and sees you looking up at him with eyes that would persuade his decision if he wasn't - well - Toji.

"Nope." He holds back a chuckle at the defeated look in your eyes.

You huff, "Fine I'll at least give you my number so you don't have to get all stalkerish on me"

He gives you his phone and you type in your number. Sitting up you raise your arms over your head stretching them with an obnoxiously loud groan, Toji can't help but look at your chest, seeing it rise and quiver as you stretch your muscles.

Climbing out of his bed you throw on yesterday's clothes leaving your underwear off and throwing them at Toji. He catches them a bit startled. "What's this for?" he asks sitting up looking at you gathering your belongings.

"I'll be back tonight for them if you don't mind. I have a few things I wanna try with you later."

This makes Toji grin at you. You truly were a catch. He climbs out of his bed throwing on his boxers. Walking you out of his apartment. You tug on your shoes and begin to walk out of his door.

"Not even a kiss goodbye? Hmph. Okay then." Toji says to you.

"In your dreams." You say before you glide down the steps and to your car. All Toji can do is look at your retreating figure and wait in anticipation for the night to come.

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Looking back you don't know why you agreed to his deal. Maybe to satisfy some sexual thrill you didn't know you had in you.

You genuinely enjoyed the early parts of the deal. Enjoying getting dicked down on a regular basis. He didn't really have an extremely high sex drive or was at least able to push it aside to give you some type of breathing room, but there were nights where you just didn't feel up to it and he was as needy as ever. You only wanted to climb into your bed and be alone to sleep after a depressing day at work. Unfortunately Toji doesn't take a no for an answer so after a heated argument you blocked him and headed to bed. His dick was not worth the headache.

Three days later at work; when you thought that you were safe; after days of living in suspense, when you were working the rush hour of the club and took a well deserved break to the restroom you felt an arm wrap around your waist and and a hand around your throat. You were ready to pull the taser out of your pocket and attack whoever had you like this but as soon as you heard his voice. Your heart skipped a beat and blood ran cold.

"Come on I hope you didn't think you could run from me"

"Toji- what the hell"

"Don't what the hell me. Did you think you could break our deal and get away with it? I told you you wouldn't want to do that and now it's time to face our consequences dear."

"Oh grow up Toji. It wasn't even a serious deal. I was just thinking with my dick that night. Did you think that this would actually work out? It's a dumb deal based off of stupid bored and horny words. Does that seem serious to you? Let go of me. Or are you going to kill me now?"

"I won't kill you; that's unnecessary blood on my hands, but I will make you wish that I did"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you ever shut up? Quit it will all these questions."

Suddenly you're thrown into the empty bathroom and Toji locks the door behind him.

"Get on your knees"

"No. I'm not doing this here. I'm at work you jackass."

"I don't give a fuck. You heard me. Get on your knees. Don't make me say it again." He was obviously growing impatient with you so deciding against testing your luck you do as told.

He pulls his pants down and releases his hard dick. "You know, you make me sick-"

"I can say the same about you" you grumble as you cross your arms across your chest.

He grabs you by your chin "I'm so tired of you cutting me off. Here put this pretty mouth of yours to use, because apparently it just can't seem to shut up."

He shoves his dick into your mouth giving you no chance to breathe, forcefully moving his hips in and out of your mouth.

"I was going to say, you make me sick cause -shit- cause all I can think about is how good of a fuck you are, how these ugly ass clothes hide the most gorgeous curves from me, and you just want to -fuck- you just want to break our deal and take it away from me. Well I say no way in hell to that."

With a violent buck of his hips into your mouth he shoves your face down to be flush with his hips. He releases cum down your throat with a loud grown giving you no choice but to swallow it. He finally lets you off of his dick after he rides out his orgasm.

Lowering his face down to eye level with your choking and heaving figure he patronizingly pats your cheek "Such a good girl. Be sure to come by my apartment tonight. " he stands up walking to the exit "and if you choose not to what do you think about getting fucked at the bar?"

You glare at his retreating figure angrily but the message was given to you. You felt humiliated sitting there in defeat.

You were punished later that night sent home without a proper orgasm but covered in his cum. You truly felt like a fucktoy. You wanted to cry from embarrassment and you truly began to feel a disdain for Toji.

Learning your lesson you never said no to him again. Either excitedly hopping up his steps or reluctantly trudging your feet to his apartment.

Which is how you find yourself in front of his apartment right now. Thermos in hand and a deep frown on your face. You just want to sleep you don't care about getting an orgasm or the stupid deal that he's so strung up on that would probably make him kill you.

Knocking on his door your head throbs at the harsh sound of your knuckles against the wood. A few seconds later you hear his heavy footsteps approaching the door.

"Wow you look like shit" he says looking your figure up and down.

You squint your eyes and tilt your head at him "I wonder why" you say. You shove your way past him and into his kitchen sitting on one of his barstools. "Do you have any  weed or medicine if you're lame? My head is killing me"

"Um, yeah. I do" he rushes to his bathroom and grabs some medicine handing it to you.

"So you're lame. Makes sense"

He genuinely feels awkward now. Not knowing what to do. When he would currently be feeling you up and placing kisses along your body right now is replaced by him trying to being as far away as possible from you.

Looking at your current state he feels a heavy weight in his chest. Something completely unfamiliar to him. He doesn't know how to describe it but it's pulling at his heart and making his stomach churn. He feels bad for you. He knows the deal is selfish and that he acts like a complete bastard when he doesn't get his way, but that's because that's how his life has always operated. The world has always been putty in his hands, molding it into doing what he wants in the way he wants, and if shit goes awry he can just leave it behind. However looking at you, staring into empty space while mindlessly sipping at your tea, he can't help but feel bad for you. Right now, he actually cares about how you feel, which is a weird feeling for him to say the least . He feels guilty and instead of abandoning you like he does his other problems, he feels inclined to help you.

"So Toji, what's on the schedule for today? A little fellatio or are you finally going to let me peg you?" you say breaking the silence.

"Actually no. I think we need to talk."

You look at him with confusion sewn onto your features.

"Let's go to my couch. I don't know how you're going to take it"

"If it's about wanting to end the deal I'm all for it, have no hesitancy in telling me. You're hot but nobody is make me want to jump off a bridge type hot you feel?" You say walking to his couch.

As he follows you to the couch he comes to a sudden realization. He knows why he wants to help you. Why he wants to care for you. He likes you. As in like-like. A romantic like. To him the relationship between you two has been more than sex. He likes going back and forth with you. Feeling your weight on his body. Having you to hold on the nights you didn't feel like going home. He made up that deal that night because he knew he wanted you but was too much of a pussy to even ask you on a date first, so he just used his dick.

"No Y/N it's not that, I just...I do want to end the deal but, I want something more after we end the deal." He feels his stomach churn as you look at him processing his words it's like you're staring a hole through him. 

"Okay. So as in something more. What do you mean by that?"

"I want to be with you Y/N. I really do. Not just intimately but romantically. I like you." He feels small underneath your gaze trying to reciprocate the eye contact as he awaits your response but wanting to crawl into a hole. He hates this feeling. It's silent for a moment.

"If you don't want to be with me after what's happened between me and you with the way I've made you feel, I understand. I just feel something for you and I can't deny it. Would you like to go on a date with me? I want to treat you like the princess I truly see you as. You deserve to be treated so much better than how I treat you and I want another chance. Can I have one more try? To be a boyfriend you deserve?"

You stare at him blankly, heart churning at the words he just said, taking a while to process them. The way he has treated you was all because he liked you. A grin finds its way on your face.

"So Toji, this whole deal was because you liked me and didn't want to ask me out?" you bite your lip trying to suppress your laugh "The big bad Toji was scared to ask me out?"

How could you figure him out like that?

"Y/n stop...." he's now pouting at your teasing.

"Okay okay I'll stop." You catch your breath "I'm not sure about you being my boyfriend yet, but I'm willing to go on a date with you." you say with a slight smile on your face. You look at Toji and he's grinning at you.

"But you have to promise not to get all possessive and pop up at my workplace for surprise head, cause that did really ruin my mood that day"

"I promise. I'm sorry for crossing your boundaries and disregarding your feelings throughout this whole thing between us. How can I make it up to you?"

"I accept your apology" a smirk spreads across your face "but I do believe you on your knees could help you make it up to me. Just a little bit though." you pinch your fingers together.

Toji tries to ignore the blood rushing to his crotch. Being between your legs seems more like a present than a punishment to him but he's not complaining.

"What are you waiting for? Go ahead. Get on your knees." you nudge Toji onto the floor with your leg and position him in front of your legs. "I say i've worked hard enough today, so I'll just leave the rest to you" you sit back and get comfortable on his couch propping your legs open, so you are all that Toji is able to focus on.

He tugs on your bottoms and pulls them down revealing your crotch covered by a pair of lilac panties. He places a kiss on top of the fabric where your clit would be, running his fingers over your thighs setting your calves on his shoulders.

Kissing down your pussy he starts to make his way to your thighs biting and nibbling at the flesh. He sucks on the skin there trying to savour as much of you as he can. He looks up at you making eye contact as he pulls your panties to the side with his fingers and licks your clit before sucking at it, moving his tounge in circles on it. Reluctantly releasing it out of his mouth he covers you back up before lightly tapping your covered and wet pussy with his fingers.

"I would love to give you head on the couch but I say my bed is way better" your body feels hot as you just nod at his words afraid that if you were to say anything it would be a sad croak of what's supposed to be words.

He grabs you gently by the wrist and leads you to his room, propping pillows up on his bed so you can lean back comfortably. Hovering over you, he places soft kisses on your lips as his hand travels down on top of your cunt; gently rubbing ghost like circles on your clit. You gasp in his mouth and pull him closer; rapping your arms around his neck. Now he's fully crouching on top of you with his legs on either side of your body caging you in as you both place kisses on each others lips. He's still lightly rubbing at your clit but begins moving his bulge down to grind against you. You both release gasps into each others mouths.

You then roll over so you're on top of Toji. Palming him through his pants as you bite at his neck. "You're so pretty Toji. It just sucks you're such an impatient asshat you know?" You begin grinding your hips down on him, moving back and forth on the hard bulge in his pants.

"Cause here you are supposed to be eating me out, but noo horny little Toji just has to get his way, right?" You bounce on him making your boobs bounce a little and all Toji can do is watch in awe.

"But I think I've had enough of Toji getting his way. Don't you think?" You put your hand under his chin moving his head up and down, all while still moving your hips against his bulge. "So I think I should be selfish for a little bit and get my way" you crawl over him now positioning your wet panties over his face.

"Look what you did to me baby. Don't you think I deserve some relief?" it stays silent for a bit, but you hop off his face and squeeze his cheeks together. "I asked you a question. If you can't use that mouth to answer me I can always just fuck your face. Right?"

"Yes y/n, you deserve all the relief in the world. Can I please have you on my tounge? Please?"

You tug off your panties "Well since you asked so nicely...of course" you shove your panties in his mouth placing the wet patch right against his tounge.

You begin unbuckling his pants, pulling them and his underwear down his muscular legs, releasing his hard dick. He looks like he's about to bust at the seams. Tip all purple and the shaft housing veins that push through his skin. You lightly touch his pink tip making him groan through your panties. He's deathly sensitive.

You spit on your hand and begin moving it up and down his shaft, slightly squeezing it while twisting your wrist. You lightly place his tip in your mouth swirling your tounge around it while hallowing your cheeks, still moving your hand around his length.

Looking up you see him looking down at you with a piercing gaze, watching your every movement sending chills down your spine and straight to your awaiting pussy. You begin to move your mouth lower, wrapping your lips snugly around him. Once you have him all in your mouth you look up at him with teary eyes, and begin to move your head up and down, sticking your tounge out so you lick at his balls.

He still has your panties in his mouth biting down, lightly gripping at the sheets looking down at you through his eyes that have now gone foggy from arousal.

You continue bobbing your head up and down using your hands to rub at what isn't in your mouth, when you hear Toji's grunts through your panties bucking his hips up wanting to feel more of the warmth of your mouth around him. You pull away to his dissapointment but continue to move your hand up and down his shaft. "Fuck, you're gonna cum Toji? I want you to. All over my hand."

Even with your spit covering the lower half of your chin and dried tears on your cheeks, he still can't help but find you extremely beautiful looking and the dirty words that leave your mouth send him over the edge. With a few more thrusts of his hips he's cumming all over your hand, enhancing the beauty of your skin with his cum. His grunts are like music to your ears.

You bring your hand up to your mouth and lick some of his cum off of it. You then bring your hand down to your bare pussy and wipe his cum all over your folds, covering it in a white mess. You shove two of your fingers into you, moving them in and out.

Toji looks up at you drinking in the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, biting your lips to hold back your moans. You're a damn vixen, and he loves it.

Spitting your panties out of his mouth, he grabs you by your thighs sitting you down on his face making you yelp. Before you can begin yelling at Toji for catching you off guard like that, you're cut off by a loud moan leaving your lips, as he sucks away at your clit. He moves his tongue through your folds, keeping a constant suctioning feeling around your clit. It's absolutely mind numbing as you mindlessly grind your hips against his face as if you could be any closer to him. Pulling your top and bra off you squeeze your nipples and roll the bud in between your fingers, letting out another loud moan at the sensation. "Fuck! Toji. Don't stop"

He moves his tounge in and out of you slurping up the mixture of his cum and your arousal just to spit it back with a lewd ptchew noise. You feel your body go limp as you hunch over and support yourself up only by faith and your forearms. Yet he does not stop with the assault on your clit. He pushes two fingers into you and moves them in and out while swirling your clit in circles with his tounge.

The combination of his tounge, his fingers, the noise coming from in between your legs, and the feeling of your nipple being squeezed makes you cum around him, dampening his chin with your fluids, walls spasming around his fingers as he keeps pumping them in and out.

"Fuck baby! Too much!" he's still licking away at your clit making your body go completely limp from overstimulation, completely smothering him with your pussy.

Flipping you over so you're on your back he looks up at you. You now covering your face with your arm. He grabs smacks it away and pulls your chin so you look at him. Finally releasing you with an obnoxious pop he stands on his knees hovering above you, making a show of taking off his shirt. Your eyes trace the divots and lines of his muscles, leading you down to his raging hard-on, that's waiting impatiently to be buried deep inside you.

"Alright, you've had your fun love. I think it's my turn. Okay?" He grabs your knees and spreads them apart to have you completely exposed to the cool air. "Hold them here, and don't drop them sweetheart" you hook your hands underneath your knees holding them open. Toji looks down at you drinking in your features, loving how vulnerable and exposed you are to him right now. It scratches a weird itch in his brain that he didn't know needed to be scratched. Grabbing a condom from his drawer he goes to put it on but you grab it from his hands -ultimately dropping your legs- ripping it open with your teeth and sliding it on with you hands, fingers grazing against his sensitive tip.

Instantly as if a trigger was pushed he grabs your legs and pushes them against your chest before laying his body weight on top of you to keep them against you. He begins running his dick in between your folds, the tip constantly catching against your clit making you bite your lip harshly to hold back a whimper. He lightly slaps you making you gasp in surprise.

"First you drop your legs after I told you to keep them open and now you're trying to hide those pretty noises away from me? You should have a little bit of shame princess." He aggressively jerks his hips into yours still not giving your pussy what it desperately craved.

"Toji....please" you mewl into his ear.

"As much as I would love to hear you beg. You've been such a good girl today. Working hard doing what you need to do. I respect it and I think you deserve it all "

Now when Toji said all, you thought that meant him gently stroking his dick along your plush walls, hitting all the right spots softly, but you should've known better. This was Toji Motherfucking Fushiguro. When he said all he meant shoving all 8 inches of his dick inside you so your hips are flush against each other making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"FUCK! TOJI! BABY"

"Yeah you're a good girl I know you can take it." He says holding the inside of your knees while forcefully smacking his hips into yours. The sound of his balls against your ass ringing throughout the room.

He gives you no time to adjust, just wanting to feel you close to him. Trying to get deeper. You can feel him deep inside you rearranging your insides.

All you can do is close your eyes hard and take it. But Toji didn't even accept that.

"No baby, you're going to look at me. I wanna see you" he says grabbing your face placing a kiss on your lips. You force your eyes open just to be met with his hungry green ones. It's almost animalistic how he can keep up such an insane pace.

You look down in between you, your body rocking with the force of your thrusts making your vision fuzzy. But through your broken eyesight you see his dick moving in and out of you, a mixture of fluids covering his dick and spreading across your ass.

You smash your lips into his, running your fingers through his damp hair. Your tounge grazes across his bottom lip and he opens his mouth eagerly letting you in. It's a nasty kiss, you suck on his tounge eagerly and he sucks at yours.

The room sounds disgusting. His skin slapping against yours with deep claps and the wet squelching sound of your pussy sucking him in with an eagerness. Your favorite sound however is the sound of Toji's deep grunts and growls in your ear. They make your eyes roll to the back of your head bucking your hips up into his to feel the friction of his patch of hair above his dick rub against your clit.

He sits up releasing you from his clutches, letting your legs down, and in turn grabs your hips to rock into you slowly. Thrusts going deep and slow until he's hitting that one spot that makes you lose your shit.

"Toji, Toji I'm cumming!" you buck your hips up as your legs begin to shake. He continuously hits that one spot in you, still going slow.

He leans down to place kisses on your neck as you begin to see nothing but white as your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Such a good girl. Taking it like I knew you could c'mere" he grabs you by the chin and places open mouthed kisses on your lips as you become undone on his dick. Babbling his name like a broken record.

He glances down in between you two and sees the ring of your cum around him and the way you tightly clench around him, your walls tugging at him to keep him in.

With a deep groan he releases his cum into the condom jerking his hips back and forth to feel you for as long as he can.

Rolling you two over he places you on top of his chest kissing the top of your head and rubbing circles on your back as your body quivers at the orgasm you just experienced.

He could stay like this forever but he wants to hold you properly not while you're full of his dick - he'll save that for another day.

"You did so good for me princess" he says while holding you tight to his body.

You look at him tiredly "Yeah I know I did good. One of these days you're going to let me top you until the very end and you're going to like it too" you pull away from him making both you and him wince. You stretch your body tiredly.

"I planned on doing more like riding you but I'm too damn tired now. You don't mind if I stay over right?" You say while moving to his bathroom and grabbing two towels and wetting them for you and him.

"Of course not. You're mines now." he stands up and wraps you in a hug from behind placing his face in the crook of your neck.

"Toji please, I'm really tired. Let's get clean so we can go to sleep" you whine.

"Fine. I'll let you sleep. You're such a cranky baby" he pouts grabbing the towel and wiping himself down.

"You really don't know how little that hurts coming from you do you?" you mumble while wringing the towel out over the sink.

"What was that? Don't think I won't bend you over this counter right now because I will."

You turn around to come face him. "Aww does the little grumpy baby need a nap? Come on let's go. I'll even tuck you in" you grab his cheeks and tug at them before nudging him out the way with your hip and pulling your shirt on to climb into his bed.

"You know what? I'm sick of you. I take back what I said earlier" he says tugging on a pair of his boxers and climbing in next to you.

"Aww I didn't mean it Toji baby. I'll kiss your boos boos if that makes it better." You say placing a kiss on his chest.

He turns off his lamp and shoves your head off of him. "Get away from me heathen. I thought you were tired? It doesn't feel like it"

"I'm never too tired to tease you love, but in order to shut me up I think you need to place a fat one right here on my lips" he hurriedly places his lips on yours

"If this doesn't work I'm throwing you through that window" he mumbles against your lips.

"It did fuckface" you say back deepening the kiss, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest.

You both pull away breathless. "Goodnight Toji"

"Goodnight princess" he says grinning against the top of your head as you both doze off into places where no man is allowed to go. 

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I hated this.

How the hell do you end shit like this properly.

I bet my kindergarten English teacher is so proud of me putting the skills she taught me to good use🤧🤞🏼

[luvth0t]

ONE MORE TIME ━ P.G

in which you and pierre can no longer avoid the events that happened in the club many months ago

warnings; smut what a surprise, oral sex, unprotected sex, choking, mentions of overstimulation, semi public sex, road head, it’s long? i think? idk oops if it’s too long

this is part two to ‘spilled drinks’ read part one here

being mad at yourself was an understatement. you were disappointed, confused and annoyed with how after many years of pride and stubbornness could all be lost within a few moments.

how you came undone so quickly without any resistance the second his lips were on yours? pathetic. and to be moaning his names of all names? embarrassing. in your eyes at least.

what’s even more embarrassing? you couldn’t get your mind off it.

every time you closed your eyes you could feel his lips on your skin, his fingers on your skin, the way he moved inside you.

of all people to bring you to the best orgasm of your life and it’s him?

so like anyone would, you simply avoided him. and it was easy, considering you missed a few races; and those you were at, he was avoiding you as well. charles didn’t even notice because it was normal; avoiding each other was not anything out of the ordinary.

and the few times you had been stuck in the same place for no more than a couple of minutes, it was filled with awkward silence instead of the usual petty insults.

currently at the last race of the season, you had no choice but to attend. charles was hosting a dinner afterwards to celebrate some time off and had booked an air bnb for him and many friends to spend some time there before going off on holiday with charlotte.

having never been in abu dhabi before, the set up confused you like it always did. while it was relatively the same with the motor homes every race; the corporate buildings and such were different. and you were one who got lost a bit too easily.

it was saturday, the few hours between practice which had just passed and qualifying which was in a couple hours; and finding charles was proving harder than you thought. especially when he wasn’t answering his phone.

you were quite clearly lost, so upon finding an elevator you decided leaving whatever building you were currently in was the best decision, pressing the button a few times impatiently as you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest.

hearing the ding you didn’t even think as you kept your eyes glued to your phone and entered the elevator quickly, wanting to get out of here and somewhere comfortable. where you actually knew people.

you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts however when someone cleared their throat, not even noticing someone was in here. although once you glanced up and caught sight of someone too familiar, you wished you hadn’t noticed him.

pierre? seriously?

the doors had already shut, meaning you were stuck in here with him. alone. no avoiding him here.

“nice to see you too,” the french man broke the silence when you decided on ignoring his presence, accent as strong as ever as he ran a hand through his hair; not giving you a glance.

“yeah,” was all you muttered with a small nod; confused to where your usual confidence around him had vanished to. since when did you lose the ability to insult him? or at least give a sarcastic response.

he picked up on it too, a small smirk tugging on his lips as he came to the realisation that the night in austria must be lingering on your mind. because when have you ever not taken the chance to insult him or give a smart comment?

“cat got your tongue? or have you had an attitude change these past few months?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow, looking down at you. which had an automatic response of an eye roll from you as you finally looked back at the driver.

“don’t wanna risk you kissing me again that’s all.” you snapped with an obviously fake smile; okay so maybe you hadn’t lost the ability to be a complete bitch to him. good.

he was taken back from the mention of the night neither of you had spoken about, and it showed; however he regained composure quickly. it was as if you were both rusty on your usual bickering, but were warming up quickly.

“you didn’t have an issue with it last time i checked.” pierre huffed, his arms moving to cross over his chest. he was right, and he knew it too. but you were not going to just openly admit to that. maybe you shouldn’t have brought it up.

“i was tipsy and you caught me off guard, don’t flatter yourself.” you lied through your teeth, however it was no where near convincing as you knew your words were far from the truth.

he quirked an eyebrow, even letting out a laugh disguised as a scoff as he looked down at you; shaking his head slightly.

“you were not tipsy as your drink was all over your shirt before you took a sip. and your begging for me to fuck you made it quite clear you enjoyed it ma chérie,” he snapped back quickly; his words causing heat to raise in your cheeks as they turned a tint of red.

he was right, which sucked. that’s why you were so mad at yourself. how’d you even let it come to that? so much for having some dignity.

parting your lips to object, they quickly shut into a straight line when you realised you had nothing to counter that. no insult, no corrections. and he knew it, his stupid smirk growing.

it was as if on cue the elevator doors opened, pierre pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning on. “nothing to be embarssed of love, i quite enjoyed the sight of you becoming a needy mess from just my fingers before coming undone on my cock.” he shrugged, smirk as wide as ever as he left the elevator without another word or glance.

your jaw dropped for a few seconds at the explicit description, reminding you of how good his fingers did feel; which only furthered your annoyance.

after a few moments you quickly got yourself together, leaving the elevator. how did he come out on top after all of this? and how the hell do you recover from this, going quiet and flustered around pierre of all people was not an option.

━

“i hate him charles. hate him. he’s just so… arrogant? how dare he? act like he’s all that when he’s really not.” you rambled to charles as you placed plates down on the table aggressively, finally being able to get your feelings out into the open since your run in with pierre a few days ago.

you haven’t given charles all the details but the ferrari driver was used to these rants. standing there innocently as he just nodded along to anything you said. completely oblivious to the fact you had slept with the french man and that’s where your annoyance was stemming from.

“don’t even get me started on his stupid smirk that never seems to leave his lips; he thinks he’s funny with his comments and remarks but i’ve heard them all before. it’s nothing special,” you continued to rant.

it was sunday night, the race had gone relatively well. p4 for charles and p6 for pierre meant the mood tonight was not going to be ruined for charles celebratory dinner he had insisted on, which you were helping him set up for in the air bnb he had rented out.

“i thought you two were finally getting along.” charles commented hopefully, giving you a smile as you let out another huff; if only he knew half of it. but you refused to admit to yourself what happened, let alone to charles.

“no. i just haven’t seen him in a while. which i took for granted.” you rolled your eyes, finishing placing plates out as he finished up placing cutlery and coasters, a small laugh leaving the drivers lips.

“just no scenes tonight please, i don’t want to play mediator.” he grinned; yet glanced at you to show you he was being serious, and you were quick to put your hands up in defence.

“i won’t even be looking in his direction, you have nothing to worry about.”

━

dinner was nice, the chef’s who had just prepared the meals and served desserts having just left as you all sat around the dining table.

you had avoided conversation with pierre all night, which was easy considering he was on the other end of the table; engaging in conversation with carlos and lando.

you hadn’t been able to avoid his eyes however, catching him multiple times looking right at you; the expression on his face unreadable but he’d always be met with a sharp glare from you in return.

almost wanting to ask him what he was looking at from where you were sitting. but no scenes were promised to charles and you wanted to keep that promise.

especially considering you had managed to sit next to charles. which was a relief, at first. you didn’t know any of the engineers or team members, not the ones who were here anyways. but charles was engaged in conversation with everyone about things you had no idea about. thankfully, before the main course carlos’ girlfriend moved to sit ahead of you, which instantly brightened your mood. gave you someone to talk to as charles was busy being the host.

“we’re heading to spain for a few weeks, with his family and all that and then…” isa was explaining to you before you tuned out, your eyes drifting to the end of the table once again where you spotted pierre staring right at you.

he was still unreadable, and held eye contact with you as neither of you dared to look away. you thought he would look away the second you caught him but you were wrong, causing you to shift in your seat and force your eyes back to the girl in front of you for a few moments.

then quickly darting them back to pierre, curious if his eyes were still lingering. which they weren’t, his blue eyes now focused on lando ahead of him.

biting down on the inside of your cheek, you found yourself staring; mind beginning to wander. conveniently pierre seemed to sense your staring and his eyes found you again, lips tugging up into a smirk.

this had you looking away quickly, too quickly. which had your cheeks brightening in embarrassment, not that he’d be able to tell from the distance and dull lightening. hopefully.

“you all good?” isa broke you out of your thoughts, catching you off guard as you looked at her in confusion for a few moments.

“what? yeah, yeah. i’m good.” you quickly mumbled, shaking your head with a not so convincing laugh and fake smile. “i’m gonna grab some water one second,” you quickly excused yourself.

heading to the kitchen to try clear your thoughts. you came to the conclusion your thoughts weren’t normal, shying away from pierre’s stare and give him that satisfaction?

it didn’t make any sense to you and it only furthered your annoyance with this whole situation. after months of avoiding it and overthinking it was happening exactly how you didn’t want it to play out.

too occupied with your own confusing and conflicting ideas and memories while running the tap water into a glass, you hadn’t noticed pierre had followed you.

“you seem flustered,” you were snapped out of your thoughts again, recognising the french accent immediately after flinching and almost jumping at the sudden voice, not aware anyone was behind you.

“oh my god,” you breathed out, quickly turning around; being met with pierre’s chest with how close he was standing; you quickly pushed him back, glaring up at him. attempting to compose yourself as he let out a laugh.

“what are you doing?” you asked through gritted teeth, placing your glass down and crossing your arms over your chest while looking at him expectedly, raising an eyebrow. it was quite clear you were frustrated, while pierre looked calm as ever. for the first time ever you wished he was easier to read.

“i’m thirsty,” he shrugged, his head turning to look over his shoulder in confirmation that the kitchen was still empty beside the pair of you, which it was. loud chatter still being heard from the dining room and the background music barely audible.

“no. no, i mean what are you doing. staring at me like some fucking creep?” you further explained your question, quite happily taking out your anger on him. because he was the route of the issue.

even though your actual anger lies with the fact you were struggling to see him in the same light you did before.

“don’t act like you don’t know.” pierre was quick to scoff, his jaw clenching for a few moments as his eyes poured into yours. finally his face giving insight into his mind for a few moments.

it only confused you further however, expecting him to just deny your accusation. or give you a straight answer.

“what?” was all you could say, eyebrows furrowing as you shook your head and let out a huff. “i don’t have time for this, you and whatever mind games your trying to-"

“you think you’re being cute wearing that?” he cut you off, any indication of smugness and bragging now missing as he stared down at you; tongue grazing over his bottom lip.

you found yourself confused. again. coming to the conclusion that this was just overall too confusing.

your eyes quickly fell down upon your outfit, and in a sudden moment of realisation it started making sense; your eyes quickly snapping back up to him.

“oh,” you hummed, pursing your lips. it hadn’t clicked in your mind that you wearing an outfit almost identical to the one you wore that night in austria. all that was different was the colour of the top, the skirt was most certainly the one he fucked you in.

how you hadn’t realised? who knows. however you could see how he could think you did it on purpose.

things were finally starting to make sense, and it was becoming quite clear why pierre couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

the moment you had walked in all he could think about was the skirt bunched up around your waist as he thrusted in and out of you with you bent over the bathroom counter.

and his mind hadn’t strained from that thought ever since.

“should’ve ripped it off of you the first time,” he muttered; and if you hadn’t figured out he too was getting worked up over past events you probably would’ve crumbled under his intense stare.

but it was an even playing field now, feeling as if you had the upper hand unlike that moment in the elevator a couple days ago, a small smirk tempting to present itself on your lips.

━

how pierre and you managed to be out the door and into his car within 15 minutes of being in the kitchen without any suspicion was beyond you.

charles too occupied to question his two close friends who supposedly hated each other leaving within 5 minutes of each other so suddenly.

but you weren’t complaining, the sexual tension growing too great for the both of you. you were relieved you weren’t alone in those thoughts, being the one suggesting he takes you back to his hotel room in a quick decision that was guided by lust after a quick and eager make out session against the kitchen counter.

funny how quickly you could forget about those past few months of overthinking and promising yourself that you’d never sleep with him again.

the silence in the car wasn’t awkward, but watching him drive had you growing impatient; biting down on your bottom lip. shamelessly watching his hands and fingers move around the wheel with ease.

an idea soon hitting you, having to stop yourself from giving anything away despite wanting to grin. your hand moving to rest on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. which he noticed immediately.

his eyes had looked to you in question but you were now looking out the window, acting as if you weren’t doing anything as you began to palm him through his jeans. hearing his breath hitch in his throat had you fighting back a smirk.

“what happened to waiting till we got to the hotel?” he grumbled out, looking to him as you shrugged. there was a brief conversation about him just taking you in the back seat, pierre not sure if either of you had the patience to wait any more.

however you were quite convincing with your words in telling him to wait, that it would be worth it. alongside a few kisses and whispers; pierre was in no position to say no to you. for the first time ever.

“just filling the time,” you replied with an innocent smile, allowing your hands to find his zipper. within a few moments you had his pants and underwear pulled down just enough to free his hardening cock, pierre assisting you at one point which showed he actually wasn’t against the idea.

beginning to jerk him off, your eyes glanced to both the tinted windows to ensure they were tinted, not that you cared in all honesty. it was dark out and the road was practically empty. but even if it wasn’t you weren’t sure that would stop you.

pierre’s bottom lip got caught between his teeth when he felt your hand around him, eyes staying glued to the road as he drew in a sharp breath; attempting to stay focused on the minimal traffic ahead.

which was proving difficult, as he had been turned on all night since you had walked into the dining room; his mind creating many images and scenarios, none of which compared to right now. but it meant the pleasure was coming quickly and you’d barely even touched him.

“you shouldn’t do this while i’m driving,” he huffed out; the want to one up you still present as you let out a small laugh, contradicting his words as you leant down and teasingly licked a stripe up his cock from the base to his tip.

“you’re a driver, you should be able to do this with your eyes closed.” you told him in a matter-of-fact tone before taking his length in your mouth, beginning to bob your head up and down immediately.

you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about this the past few months, almost desperate to hear the sounds he made when fucking you in that bathroom once again. and also the want to get him worked up how he so easily did you.

and it was definitely working.

“oh fuck,” he groaned; head hitting the back of the headrest slightly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. thankful the road was long and straight and not too much attention was needed, however his eyes were still glued ahead of him.

you hummed around him lightly, ensuring you twirled your tongue around his tip whenever you could to cause those sharp breaths he kept doing, your hand gripping onto his thigh to support yourself, quickly adjusting in your seat to get more comfortable.

the groans and moans falling from his lips only encouraged you, despite still being in an uncomfortable position leaning over him, it was the last thing on your mind as you sucked him off to the best of your ability.

pierre knew he had an issue quite quickly too, having clung on to the feeling of being inside you for so long; somehow your mouth felt even better, better than he had imagined as well.

“fuck you’re good at this,” he breathed; not being able to stop himself from looking down at you, watching you move up and down his cock only adding to the building pleasure. feeling so good he could compliment you.

he had no idea how he was meant to hate you now to put it simply.

unbothered by the saliva and pre-cum gathering at the corners of your mouth, you continued to please him. without causing a crash thankfully, a couple of times pierre having to swerve after a lapse in judgement or getting somewhat distracted; yet he reached the hotel without cumming and with the car in one piece.

parking the car with ease in the hotel car park, which was underground yet lit up; pierre had no care for the possibility of someone stumbling across you two, which was much more likely now than it was on the road.

the second the car was in park his hand left the steering wheel to tangle in your hair; giving you his full attention as his hips bucked up, pushing further into your mouth.

“just like that princesse,” he groaned; his hand guiding your head now as his orgasm approached; allowing him to push your head down every now and then; gagging a little bit when his tip would hit the back of your throat, not that it slowed you down.

your thighs squeezed together at the french pet name, alongside his accent. which you hadn’t found all that attractive on him until this moment; moments later feeling him release into your mouth.

managing to look up at him as you bobbed your head up and down a few more times; admiring the way his head fell back, the vein popping out in his neck as your name fell from his lips.

sitting up straight you didn’t hesitate in swallowing before rubbing at the corners of your swollen lips, biting down on the inside of your cheek as your eyes remained on him, if you had your phone you would definitely take a photo. the temptation to just jump his bones definitely there.

“and i thought last time it was going to be hard to stay away,” the driver breathed out as he looked at you, shamelessly admitting his thoughts as his hand moved to cup the side of your neck, surprisingly bringing a small smile to your lips.

“don’t get ahead of yourself gasly, need to remind me if you were as good as i remember or if i was just touched deprived at the time first,” you spoke teasingly, confidence growing after having made him cum relatively quickly.

watching as his eyebrow raised slightly, his grip on your neck tightened. “oh sweetheart i’m gonna make sure you regret even thinking that.”

you two were almost like drunk teenagers as you hurried through the hotel lobby and into the elevator; him having you up against the wall and his lips on yours the second the elevator doors had shut.

when you had finally got to the hotel room he had backed you up towards the bed in no time, not even bothering turning the light on as you fell back, letting your head hit the mattress with a small giggle as he moved to hover over you, his lips back on yours once again.

while the kiss was still filled with lust and a sense of urgency, it was not as eager as the one shared between you two at the club. because now you were both aware tonight could go on for as long as you wanted, and the consequences didn’t have to be faced until tomorrow.

pierre was sure to stay true to his words, as he kissed down your body, his large hands finding your shirt and ripping the thin material off of you with ease, a small gasp leaving your lips.

“what the fuck?” you huffed as you watched him, he ignored you however; and his lips on the skin of your stomach had you forgetting quite quickly.

he tugged the skirt down your legs, ridding your body of its clothes; somewhere in between all of this his hand had found the switch to the lamp beside the bed, adding some light to the room so he could see what he was doing.

“you want my fingers amour?” he asked you with a smirk once he had settled between your legs, fingers teasing your clothed entrance, your lace thong covering yet not hiding the wetness which had developed between your legs.

“yeah,” you mumbled out quietly with a small nod, thoughts wandering back to the night in the bathroom. his fingers most certainly left an impression on you and yours did not compare that was for sure.

“yeah?” he repeated with a low breath, raising his eyebrows as his breath fanned your inner thigh, already struggling to stay still as you nodded again with a small whine.

you were almost ashamed of how quickly he turned you on.

nodding again, his smirk was as clear as ever before swiftly swiping your panties aside and allowing a finger to slide into you with ease, your back arching as you watched him.

a soft moan fell from your lips, which soon turned into a louder one when he unexpectedly brushed your clit with his tongue; it being your turn to tangle your fingers in his hair.

his left hand holding a tight grip on your thigh, his other hand continued to thrust his finger, and then another, in and out of you with ease, his tongue swirling and sucking on your clit.

it was better than you remembered, his fingers curling at the right time consistently while the attention to your clit had you moaning and arching off the bed; thankful that he was not being a tease as you had waited long enough.

“pierre,” you breathed out through a moan, screwing your eyes shut. he only hummed, his eyes looking up at you; wanting to admire the sight ahead of him as you moaned and squirmed beneath him.

his tongue occasionally traveled further, licking through your folds before returning to your clit; working with his fingers quickly as your legs began to shake.

it didn’t take long to feel your high approaching, beginning to clench around his fingers as you attempted to squeeze your thighs together. before you could even warn him however, his fingers slid out of you.

“again?” you whined, hips attempting to follow his hand for some sort of friction or attention but he simply pushed your hip down back to the bed in response. he had done this last time, you could remember it as clear as day obviously. that didn’t make being denied of an orgasm any easier.

“call me selfish, but i need to fuck you again princesse,” he spoke as he kissed up your stomach, your chest moving up and down as you breathed heavily, legs still shaking slightly from your almost orgasm.

he quite clearly had a thing for edging, and you knew that would make you finishing eventually feel all that better. that didn’t stop the small pout on your lips however.

he simply chuckled, having no sympathy as he began kicking his pants off and his shirt while you laid there impatiently, admiring him as he did so; not that you ever thought you’d admire pierre but while he was on top of you it only seemed appropriate.

“you know how often i’ve been thinking about this hm?” he questioned you as he sat back on his knees, his hands moving your legs to rest over his shoulders; feeling your stomach flip in anticipation, more than ready for him to fuck you.

“shows what you value in a girl,” you couldn’t help but smirk in a playful response, the driver rolling his eyes as he lined his cock up with your entrance, which was hard again after hearing you moan his name many, many times.

“you never know when to shut up,” he grunted as he thrusted inside of you; a whimper leaving your plump lips from the angle and his size, thankful that he gave you a few moments to adjust.

you went to speak again in response, well try to speak, but his fingers slid inside of your mouth before you had the chance; quite quickly tasting yourself on his fingers.

“suck.” he demanded as he began to thrust in and out of you, despite giving you a few moments to adjust; he was no longer playing nice as he began to pound into you quickly, hitting spots you didn’t think were possible.

you obeyed his words, managing to keep your eyes open and on him; moaning around his fingers as you sucked on them like you had done his cock earlier that night. he watched you intently, a loud groan being heard.

the way you wrapped around him, the way you were sucking his fingers and how it reminded him of how you looked deep throating his dîck, he was almost going crazy.

his moans were heard loud and clear throughout the hotel room, and probably the ones around it too. yours muffled from his fingers, however he soon removed them from your mouth; moving to grip both of your legs to deepen his thrusts.

his name almost left your lips in a scream, incoherent sentences and curses filling the room from both of you as he harshly thrusted in and out of you, your body moving with each snap of his hips.

“taking my cock so well; so fucking tight,” you heard him speak through the many moans; only whimpering in response, throwing your head back as he fucked you better than you ever had been before.

the fact this was months in the making as well only made it all that better.

“i’m gonna cum pierre━ please,” you moaned out; unsure if your words could even be heard as his fingers found your clit, sending you back to the edge quickly; still managing to admire his heavy breathing above and the way his muscles were flexing with each and every thrust.

“go for it ma chérie, but i’m not stopping until the only thing you remember is my name and there’s tears running down that beautiful face of yours,” pierre almost warned you, his fingers only speeding up as his other hand found your neck.

him choking you threw you over the edge, cumming hard on his cock as your legs shook; strings of whimpers and moans loud enough for the hotel residents to hear echoing in the room. and he wasn’t lying, he showed no signs of slowing down, and you did not want him too.

━

the night had gotten away quickly, after many orgasms; and pierre staying true to his word once again, literally fucking you until there were tears falling down your face from the overwhelming pleasure, the pair of you had finally done everyone else on the hotel floor a favour and finished.

he had pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, never having felt so fucked out. the both of you putting all of the sexual frustration built up over the past few months into this one encounter.

he had cleaned the two of you up as you recovered; catching your breath and attempting to calm down as you laid on top of his bed sheets. managing to notice his tender touch as he brushed the hair from your face and ensured you were okay and that he didn’t go too hard, which you were quick to reassure him he didn’t. while you felt physically drained, you also felt incredible.

“i should probably go,” you mumbled out when he got settled next to you on the bed; his head turning to face you when you spoke up.

you had no clue how you would walk considering your legs were still trembling, but this was uncharted territory. in the club bathroom you could both walk away and pretend it didn’t happen.

things weren’t as simple right now, and falling asleep in his bed didn’t exactly feel wrong. but it didn’t feel right either.

“you don’t have to,” he spoke in reply; having to hold back a small chuckle which had you glaring at him, raising your eyebrow as if to ask what he was laughing at. “i don’t think you can in all honesty,” he added on innocently, shifting on his side to face you.

his hand reached out to your neck, his fingers grazing over the hickeys and marks from his own hand lightly; his soft touch being foreign to you. but you weren’t complaining.

“i should though,” you shrugged in response; ignoring his joke because he was most likely right, and you had given him enough of an ego boost for one night.

“says who?” he questioned, his fingers leaving your neck as he tucked his hand under his head for comfort. it was weird, having a somewhat civil conversation with him; but it was also relieving in a way as well. “stay, it’s fine. least i can do with all considered,” he spoke sincerely as he sat up; grabbing the duvet and tugging it over the pair of you; not really giving you a choice in the matter.

“don’t go all soft on me now,” you lazily mumbled with a small laugh; yet didn’t argue as you got comfortable, too exhausted to put up any sort of argument. not that you could even think of one.

“yeah, yeah. you wish,”

━

a/n: pls this was so much better in my head🤡 anyways i have a third/final part planned out for this if y’all want it. question is do we want a happy ending or mORE angst 🤠

[catgirlforkaeya]

hello! i hope you're doing well and as a kaeya lover myself i love your account sm it brings me sm comfort! idk if you're taking requests rn but i just need soms hurt/comfort and maybe fluff (?) if u have time ofc!! let's say that reader and kaeya just got into their first relationship and they had an arguement but since they're still new into the relationship can you write how they resolve it?

i expect kaeya to be the one who communicate first since reader is kinda ignorant? i'd say their personality is almost like albedo haha i probably didn't project reader into myself ANYWAY SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG OR CONFUSING TY <3 can i be anon 🐏?

first fight

kaeya x gn!reader

hurt/comfort + fluff at the end

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread + i haven’t written in almost 2 months so it’s prolly bad asf + alcohol mentions + past arguments + teeny tiny mention of scars bc im evil to you guys

a/n: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON 💔 AND YES U CAN ABSOLUTELY BE 🐏 ANON!! i also apologize if there’s errors i haven’t written in awhile i’m rusty eueueu

it had only been a few months since you and kaeya got into a relationship. you both were new to all of this, so when you two got into your first argument you were honestly clueless on how to resolve it.

you’ve known kaeya your whole life— you two grew up together in mondstadt. throughout all of those years you never fought, but within the first couple months in your relationship you had your first fight. it was a fairly serious fight. you’d gotten annoyed of how overprotective kaeya had been within the past few weeks, and that confrontation just caused a whole spiral of arguments. you said some vile comments, ones that you regret every night.

about a week or so ago you two decided to take a break after your argument. you didn’t break up or anything, just took some time off. that whole week was… interesting to say the least. you weren’t used to not talking to kaeya everyday. you were used to coming home and falling asleep next to him, waking up in his arms with your figures pressed tightly together. you missed hearing him whisper sweet nothings while you two were drifting off to sleep. as much as you missed everything you couldn’t bring yourself to go and apologize. deep down you knew you were wrong, but on the surface you acted otherwise. you knew you’d have to eventually say something if he didn’t.

you’ve done your best to avoid kaeya this week. you hated doing it but you knew it’d be way too awkward if you two ran into each other. avoiding the tavern, taking the less-busy sidewalks to places, doing your best to avoid the knights headquarters, etc etc. thankfully you hadn’t run into him.. yet.

-

it was already around midnight as you made your way into the knight’s headquarters. you should’ve turned these papers in to jean earlier, but you were still avoiding the headquarters the best you could during the day. right now was the perfect time for you since you knew kaeya would probably be at the tavern or back home. he rarely ever stayed overtime to work on paperwork nowadays, so you figured that you were in the clear.

your footsteps echoed throughout the hallway as you entered. everything was silent in the building, not a soul to be seen in the main part. all of the doors that were cracked had a dark room behind them. some were closed so you couldn’t tell if those had anybody in them, but you doubted. mostly everybody went home for the night around 9pm-10pm.

the light in jean’s office was off, so you had to aimlessly feel around on the wall until you found the switch. you were glad to see that jean had went home earlier than she usually does, you were just wishing she’d left the light on. you wanted to get in and out, fumbling around trying to find a light switch was just adding onto the time you spent in the building. finally your fingertips brushed across the switch.

you walked across the wooden floor, some of the boards creaking underneath your feet. jean’s desk was organized as usual. important paperwork and pens on the right side, stuff that wasn’t important was on the left, and new and untouched paperwork in the middle. your paperwork would be classified as the middle stack, so that’s where you placed it. you took a small glimpse at the paper on top. you recognized the handwriting— it was kaeya’s. only he would write his A’s and E’s in an abnormally curvy way.

just as you placed the paperwork on top of his, you heard a cough come from behind you.

your whole body tensed up for a second. you definitely were startled, simply because you figured that nobody else was in the building. apparently you were wrong though. slowly, you turned around to see who was behind you.

kaeya was standing in the doorway behind you, leaning up against the frame with his arms across his chest.

speak of the devil.

“we need to talk, [name],” kaeya spoke. for the first time you couldn’t quite place what tone he was speaking in right now. was it anger? was it sadness? was it just a normal tone? disappointment even? you had absolutely no clue.

“y-yeah, we do,” your words caught in your throat a little. he was right, you two did need to talk. if you wanted any chance of mending your relationship you couldn’t put it off any longer. you just weren’t prepared for confrontation right now. “can we do it somewhere else though?”

“my place?” he asked, almost as if he read your mind. it was the closest to the headquarters, so that would save you two a painfully long and awkward walk. you gave a small nod, following behind him out the doors. you shivered as the cold air hit you in the face, almost felt like icy needles against your skin.

you two moved throughout the city in silence. the only sounds that could be heard was your steps on the concrete and the small howl of the wind. any other time you wouldn’t really mind the silence between you two, but this time the silence allowed your mind to run wild with thoughts. the conversation that was bound to happen within a matter of minutes would determine whether you two moved forward in life together or break apart. you didn’t want the latter, you two had been friends since before you were teenagers. you didn’t want your foolish outrage where you spoke without thinking to be the downfall.

you couldn’t help but look over at kaeya and wonder if he was feeling the same way or not. you couldn’t read his face so you had no idea where this was going to go. guess you’ll find out soon.

—

as you stepped through the doors of kaeya’s house, you were greeted with a mostly dark house. you could see the glow of a light from his bedroom, but everything else was dark. the only thing illuminating the room was the moonlight shining on through the windows. shockingly the moon gave a good amount of light; you were able to see stuff clearly. not as clearly as if there were a lamp on, but clear enough.

you turned around to face him once you heard the door close. he was in the same position he was in when you saw him at the headquarters— one shoulder leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed. that’s one of the ways that he usually stands though, so it wasn’t too shocking.

you subconsciously mimicked his position too. you had your arms crossed as you stood, the only thing that was different was there was no wall to lean against. you had your calves pressed against the side of the couch. another difference was that your figure was a lot more tensed, while kaeya’s was more relaxed.

silence hung between you two once again. neither of you knew where to start. so many words that needed to be said were hanging on the tip of your tongues, but if you were to say them you were afraid of what would happen. deep down you knew this was going to get resolved, but the amount of anxiety and fear that this was the end drowned that out.

“we can’t avoid this forever,” kaeya was the one to break the silence. his voice echoed across the room to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“i know,” you answered. you tried to keep your voice at a medium tone but it kept sinking lower and lower. this response almost sounded like a whisper, so you weren’t even sure that he heard it.

“i really don’t want to lose you over this, [name],” he began, “we’ve known each other for over two decades, i don’t want our first argument to be what makes everything go down in flames.”

you stood there for a moment, rolling your head up to look at the ceiling for a second. almost as if you were begging whatever was up there to let this go the right way.

“i’m sorry about everything i said. i didn’t mean to call you obsessive or a stalker. i was a total asshole th-that night— i’d gotten drunk off my ass that night and wasn’t thinking before i spoke. i kn-“ your voice started to crack mid-sentence. you felt your eyes begin to sting, tears welling up fast. you bit the inside of your cheek as an attempt to stop yourself from crying, that did nothing but leave a sore. “-i know that you have good intentions and want to keep me safe and i do the same for you. i don’t want this to be the downfall either— i’ve been up all damn week trying to figure out how to approach this. i’m also sorry i didn’t come to you first i was just afraid i’d like— cause another argument. you didn’t deserve the way that i treated you and i’m so sorr-“

the next thing you knew you felt kaeya’s arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against his chest. you don’t even know how you two ended up like this— you’d gotten so lost in your panicked apology ramble that you didn’t pay any attention to what happened. you didn’t know if you’d gone to him, if he’d came to you, or if it was a mutual action.

“it’s okay,” you heard him whisper, his grip on you tightening. “i forgive you hun. i’m sorry about everything that i said too. i was an asshole too.”

“i forgive you too,” you said with a shaky breath, tears threatening the spill even harder now. “i missed you so much.”

with that you both broke down. you buried your heads in the crook of each other’s necks and just cried. you had no clue how long you two cried for. a few minutes? a whole hour? who knows.

—

within a few hours you found yourself right where you felt like you belonged. laying in bed with kaeya, curled up tight next to his side with your head resting on his bare chest, and his arm wrapped around you rubbing small circles against your skin.

it was about 3 in the morning now. you two were wide awake but neither of you cared. you both were just happy to be back into your regular routine.

you tilted your head up to look at kaeya. he was focused on a book he was reading, but you knew he was watching you out of the corner of his eye. you just laid there for a few minutes admiring him. you’ve seen his face almost everyday for twenty years but it’d never not be pretty. everything about him was perfect to you. all the things that he swore were flaws, even the darkest sides of him were perfect in your eyes. many other people would disagree with you on this, but they didn’t know kaeya like you did.

you always knew you had feelings for kaeya. it just started out as some silly crush that children get, but it stuck with you throughout the years. even when you had a s/o, it would never feel real. their love and your love just felt very fake. you did have feelings for whoever you were with, but your feelings for kaeya would always get in the way. all of those relationships never showed you what it was like to be loved. you never knew what truly being loved felt like until you and kaeya started dating. honestly looking back he made you feel loved since the day you met, but at the time you didn’t realize that. sandbox love never really dies, does it? you two were living proof of that.

after awhile of looking at him you had to return to your original position. the way you had your chin resting on his chest as you looked up put an uncomfortable strain on your neck.

once you were comfortable again you placed a hand on his torso, aimlessly running up and down it. your fingertips brushed over some burn scars that he had on his abdomen. you let them linger there for a couple of seconds. you felt his abdomen tense for a small second, but you knew he didn’t mind. this was one of the many ways you two would silently say “i love you”— tracing over each other’s scars.

another hour passed before you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy. kaeya must have been getting tired too because he finally put the book down and flicked off the light switch. now you two were laying in the dark, trying your best to go to sleep.

“goodnight darling,” kaeya mumbled, you could tell he was on the brink of sleep just by his voice.

you shifted around some so that you could give him your goodnight kisses. first you placed some lazy kisses to his jawline, then some more kisses on his lips.

“goodnight bub,” you whispered against his lips between kisses. “i love you.”

“i love you more,” he said in response as you shifted back to the way you were laying before.

right before you let sleep consume you, you let out a small sigh of relief. you’d been stressing about your argument all week, and now it was all over. everything was okay now, you and kaeya were okay.

you and kaeya were okay.

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I'll see your heart, and raise you two

Pairing: Sevika x reader

Warnings: gambling? Suggestive ending…

Summary: You meet Sev at the last drop and play a game of cards with her. You’re noticeably good and this leads to more and more games between you two. One night, you run into each other randomly in Zaun and play a game that leads to more than a little cash…

A/N: DAMN it took me long enough to get the final part out. Sorry it took forever y'all. But I had fun writing and am glad that I could put this one to rest finally. Enjoyyy <3

Also I included the links to part 1 and 2 below but Idk how to properly include links LOL so idk how it looks to you but if it says "ya local queer whoring druid" thats my bio and idk why tumblr decided this is the correct -_-

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The next few days passed quicky and you hoped that your consistent visits to the Last Drop weren’t seen as desperate. Unluckily to you though, Sevika hadn’t made an appearance, leaving you to be teased by Zeke for ‘waiting like a puppy’ as he so put it.

You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering if you had pushed it too far and she found you to be annoying. Or perhaps you tapped her fragile ego a little too hard and now she was staying away because she didn’t want to lose again. What a loser, right? No that couldn’t be it. Maybe she was just busy. What if she has a girlfriend?

Zeke snapped his fingers, trying to pull you from your thoughts. You shook your head and scrunched your nose in anticipation of more jokes.

“You must be really hooked to be waiting so patiently. Was she that good?” he spoke, wriggling his eyebrows as he dried glasses.

“Better. She played exactly like a pro, and yet” you paused, tilting your head playfully, “..she lost.”

Zeke through his head back and laughed, returning back to your section of the bar. “Practically unheard of, no wonder you keep coming back here. You wanna do it again” You shrugged and pushed your glass towards him. “well word on the street is that she’s been out doing ‘business’ dealings for Silco and hasn’t had the time to stop in. Supposedly tonight, she’ll be here. Boss pulled out the good bottles of whiskey.”

Electricity shot through your body at the thought of another rousing game with Sevika. You thanked Zeke and traveled to the table, making yourself comfortable in the spot you previously occupied a few nights ago. Stirring your drink, you casually perused the crowd in hopes of seeing her. And as luck would have it, a few minutes later, she was seen walking your direction, the people naturally parting to make room as she passed them. You smiled and teasingly waved when she finally saw you already seated at her table.

“You want me that bad huh?” she greeted, motioning to a waiter to bring her the usual. You laughed and retorted “It’s hard to find that kind of satisfaction around here. Most don’t even make it 5 minutes”

She laughed back, taking the time to get comfortable and light her cigarette. The air wasn’t as thick or filled with tension and instead, was replaced with a new kind of warmth. The witty and flirtatious banter continued on as the cards were shuffled and dealt. It didn’t take long for both of you to sink into the game and focus intently on beating the other.

Another win on your behalf, had her stunned once more. Perhaps, you winning wasn’t just a fluke then. She was quick to reshuffle and deal, curiosity and a competitive energy rising in her. Some attempted to step in and play but a simple gruff look sent them fleeing. Her eyes didn’t leave you and you could feel her scanning every inch. Such behavior would normally demolish any focus you might’ve held and you felt the twinge of heat rush to your cheeks but the alluring idea of beating her was too powerful.

Eyebrows furrowed and several empty bottles of whiskey now sat towards the edge of the table. Your whole body was slumped comfortably in the chair, the confidence fully risen in your head. You smugly peeked above your cards at Sevika, who’s eyes stared right back at yours, her demeanor far less inviting. She made her final move, her eagerness to win all too apparent. You almost felt bad, your streak far longer than either of you expected. You smirked at her as you placed your final card, ending the game in your favor.

“Dammit!”

You jumped as she slammed her cards on the table, her frustration evident. Silence struck the club as your grip on your cards tightened cautiously eying her next move. You watched as she rubbed her hand against her forehead and through her hair. Sneaky glances at the loss of her usual calm demeanor caught the corner of your eye. You turned to glare at the heads that had turned, attempting to keep from drawing too much attention.

Without a further word, Sevika threw back the last inch of whiskey in her cup and stood up. You searched her face for that same playful smile or the hint of some flirty comment, but instead, were met with her cold shoulder as she turned towards the exit. Too stunned by her sudden outburst, you remained in your seat, hands cold as they limply held your last hand of cards.

Heads turned back to personal business, the noise level increasing back to normal. Unable to make sense of the events, you did your best to gather the cards and place them in a pile. You gathered the cups and empty bottles and headed towards the bar. Zeke swung by and gently grabbed the bottles, offering an apologetic smile.

You diverted your gaze to the dirty cups, wishing they would magically refill. “My fault. I kept winning and got far too smug about it.”

He pried the cups from your hands, placing them in the sink. “You played her fairly just as she did with everyone else, you just happened to be exceptional. Don’t feel bad, she acted irrationally.”

****

That night replayed in your mind and despite all your might, it didn’t stop. You obsessively questioned if you could have done something different to prevent that outcome but this only led to the inevitable answer that the past could not be undone. Why did it bother you? Cause you thoroughly enjoyed playing against her. No, really, why do you wish things had gone differently? Be honest with yourself. This wasn’t just some card game…

You wanted her.

“Your mind’s been in the gutter lately y/n. It’s getting out of hand and you need to fix it or I can’t have you working here anymore.”

That’s right, you got pulled out of rotation to get reprimanded. Realization hit that you had zoned out once again. You forced your eyes to meet your superior, playing up the guilty look on your face. The anger on his face should have hit harder and perhaps would’ve if this happened a week ago, but you found that like anything else lately, it simply rolled off your shoulders like rainwater.

You apologized profusely, begging to be given another chance as this was your only source of income. A small white lie of having to support some relatives and whatnot helped to win him over. Upon finishing his lecture, you thanked him and ran back to finish the day. Busy work – that’s what you concluded was necessary in order to shake off the night of the incident.

As the day finished, a few coworkers approached you, there arms beaten and bruised like yours; a hazardous yet common part of the trade. “Yo, y/n! We saw you get wrecked by big boss. What happened?”

You shook your head lightly “Agh, he was getting on me for not focusing much lately.”

“Ha! What a hard-ass, am I right? Don’t stress it, he doesn't know what he’s talking about.”

You offered a grateful smile, appreciative of their attempts to comfort you.

“Listen, the day beat the shit out of us so we were thinkin to hit the Last Drop. You down?”

The offer triggered your anxiety, the immediate thought of having to face Sevika flaring like a red alarm in your mind. You slowly took a shaky breath, and declined their offer. A queasy feeling settled in your stomach; you knew that you were running from a problem. What’s the harm in going into hiding forever? Keep your nose out of business, work hard, and thank the universe you even woke up each day. That was your current motto and you were sticking to it.

The walk home to your little brick apartment proved to be overwhelming and before you knew it, the light of the local liquor and goods shop washed upon your face. You cocked your head to the side, questioning if this was really the right choice to make. You still had work the following day, and given your already skewed reputation, you really did need to try your best and make a good choice for once.

Unfortunately, panic roared through you when you heard a familiar laugh bounce of the walls of the street you were on. It sounded scarily real as if she was nearby. You rubbed your arms “Oi, I really need a drink if I can imagine her laugh that accurately.” You hastily dashed inside the store in hopes the feeling would melt away. Ignoring the curious stares from a few other shoppers, you picked what you wanted, paid the store owner, and dipped.

The bottle sat nestled in your arms, offering a small amount of comfort in knowing it might help to ease your nerves. You clenched the bottle a little tighter as if it were a stuffed teddy, there to hug you back and calm your fears. Alas, it was cut short by the same familiar laughter ringing through your ears.

You immediately turned to find the source, a sense of déjà vu settling inside you. Much to your protest, your feet began moving before you could convince yourself otherwise. The smell of burnt ashes graced your nose before your eyes spotted the very person you had sworn to avoid.

Sitting casually at a shabby table on a few stacked crates was the very phantom of Zaun herself. She was in her natural habitat, a cigarette dangling off her plush lips while making absolute losers out of the man before her. He swore up and down, throwing cards down and nervously tapping his foot as if it would signal the fates to change the turn of luck in his favor. She laughed callously and boldly threw another card down, sending the poor man flying off his chair in anger. You watched as she calmly scraped the winnings towards her in response to his string of curses.

Your fingers brushed up and down against the bottle pressed tightly to your chest. The past week had been miserable and you couldn’t stand the thought of continuing into ambiguity, only to be remembered as that person that managed to anger Sevika in a club one night. The conscious in your mind raised its voice in hopes you would listen for once and not give into the alluring pull of Sevika and all that she presented.

Dashing back into the shadow just out of reach from the street lights, you ripped the top off the bottle of liquor and brought the opening to your mouth, letting the sweet liquid drain straight down your throat. The warm trail it left in your chest was a welcome feeling and you awaited the confidence that would soon silence the doubt you held in your mind. Turning back towards Sevika, you began walking; she was maybe only a few feet away and yet the distance seemed to draw on forever.

When she noticed you approaching, your heart stopped its continuous rapid rhythm and you swore you could feel each heart valve shrivel up and disconnect. The man who was previously unleashing a string of curses, turned to see what had caught Sevika’s attention. You cautiously eyed him, expecting that he might have a few choice words for you as well despite you having done nothing to him.

By this point, the liquor had done what you beckoned it to and the rush of confidence swirled throughout your mind and body, sticking the small, self-conscious you into a cage to be locked up tight and stowed away. You walked closer to the man and offered ‘solace’ to his losers rage “You thought that was bad, I would’ve bled you dry.”

The man’s mouth fell agape at your sudden savage comment, his hands balled up in fists but his body remained still. You couldn’t stop the smug smile that grew on your face, reeling in the stunned look on the man’s face. Registering your words, he moved to most likely try and make an example of you for so calmly insulting him. His motions didn’t make it far before a metallic arm grabbed hold, stopping him in his tracks.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave before I make you the street art people piss on.”

The man slowly peeked at Sevika, as if asking her how true the statement was. The grimace on her face said it all, and before more was exchanged, the man yanked his arm away and headed opposite from you. You watched as he walked away, ready to smile smugly again should he glance behind him. Admittedly, you were glad that Sevika had been there to stop the man as you were in no shape to really take on anyone at this moment.

“You gonna keep staring? I have a lot more to offer than he does, trust me.”

Her words hooked your attention and snapped you back to reality or at least close to it. You analyzed how in control you were post drowning drinking almost an entire bottle of liquor at once; the results came back negatively as you struggled to steadily walk towards the table. Amused by your lack of coherency, Sevika poured 2 cups of tequila and calmly pushed one your way.

You stared at the glass, contemplating the consequences of adding to your already inebriated system. “Fuck it all” you figured and threw the entire thing back. You looked Sevika squarely in the face and swallowed “I hope I didn’t offend you with all my winning the other night. Fact of the matter is, I really enjoyed playing against you and would be willing to overlook the incident and learn you a thing or two.”

The slur was ever so apparent and Sevika found the whole thing quite hilarious rather than rude. It hadn’t quite hit fully but you could’ve sworn that Sevika herself wasn’t entirely in control either, her right hand struggling to find the cigarette dangling off her lips. Not long after you, she followed suite and threw back her entire cup as well. “You teach me a thing or two in card playing, and I’ll show you a few tricks of my own...”

You might’ve been too drunk to notice the double meaning in her words and moved to grab the deck and begin shuffling. A brief look of surprise flashed across her face at you not quite understanding the weight of her words. Nonetheless, you both settled in your seats and geared up for another solid game of cards.

The sound of cards flicking against others, the light tap of glasses being picked up and placed back down, casual glances passed back and forth; you were both in the zone, focused on only each other and the game sat between you. You wished to close the gap but this idea sat firmly in the back seat as strategy did it’s best to control the game.

While the liquor hadn’t proved an obstacle before, it now proved to be your biggest. Your quality of play began to decline as the cards in your hands blended and blurred together. “shit shit shit. Come on y/n,  you cannot break now.”

Sevika smirked, her eyes barely catching the slight twitch in your face as you over analyzed your cards. The smooth pattern of play that she had grown accustomed to when playing against you had become ragged, your turns taking longer and longer. She was just as wasted as you but a long history of shaping Zaun was paired with learning to handle her alcohol.

The rotation landed back on you and with more of that ‘solid’ drunken confidence, you slapped your card down and raised your arms in triumph. You turned the entire filter in your head off, and proceeded to lean over the table, your hands displacing the pile of cards, as you crept closer to Sevika. You reached out and gently tapped her as you spoke “I. Win. Again.” Landing on her nose with a small boop.

Unfazed, she merely tilted her head slightly and cocked an eyebrow. The smile on your face began to sink as you racked your brain on why she looked as smug as she did. She reached down to the cards she was still holding in her hand, and pulled one out. You looked down, pondering why she was still attempting to play when you so very clearly won.

In what felt like slow motion, she leaned towards you, her face inching closer and closer. “MAYDAY! MAYDAY!” your brain blazed in alarm. You couldn’t stop all the feelings that crashed around inside, your cheeks burning bright red in result. Was this it? Was it finally happening? Your breathing noticeably deeper and slowed, you prepared for the distance to close fully. Awaiting the fullness of her lips to greet yours, you remained still.

“No, I win.”

You looked down at the pile, eyes reaching the card she had placed. “But…” you muttered.

“You thought you one by playing that but I guess that your one fault is your inability to handle liquor. So I counteracted and ended the game forreal.”

With that she leaned back against the wall and relit her cigarette. You practically witnessed her ego grow tenfold. Too stunned to speak, you did your best to settle the heat that had risen in various areas and make sense of what had just transpired. How could you have missed that? Or made such an oblivious move? Was the liquor that strong? You began to sift through the pile, which might’ve been a little less than good sportsman ship, but her leaving the club the other night made it even. That’s what you told yourself anyway.

Everything else had grayed away and you didn’t realize just how zoned in you were when you felt a hand lift your chin and force your eyes to leave the now messy pile on the table. Your eyes connected with Sevika’s and it dawned that the hand that lifted you was in fact hers. Your brain wasn’t quite firing off on all cylinders right now.

“Just accept that I won. You could be spending your time doing much better things.” She purred, the bass in her voice gently caressing your ears.

You couldn’t help yourself in this current position, and let your eyes fall from her eyes to her lips. It felt as if time stopped completely and right now, it was just you and her. You looked back up to her eyes and whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

“Then claim your prize.”

[silverdelirium]

HEAVEN | D.M

pleaseee why am i such a whore😭 i was gonna write fluff but oh well, this is pretty shitty too so i’m sorry

summary: draco fucking you on the kitchen counter while your toddler sleeps on the couch in the living room.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, oil play? idk what it’s called but yeah, light degradation

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“Is he asleep?” you asked your husband as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind while you were cutting up some vegetables for today’s lunch.

“Yeah, on the couch though, if i moved him to his room he would’ve woken up.” he answered before delivering a kiss to the back of your head as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo, the one he fell in love with oh so many years ago. He was certain that that’s what heaven would smell like when his time arrived.

And right now it almost seemed like it had arrived 7 years ago when he first asked you out. You in his arms, the little blob of flesh and blonde hair sleeping in the living room outside the kitchen. He was certain that he was in heaven.

The moment of bliss Draco passed, vanished a bit when a certain lust clouded his mind when you bent forward a little to grab the oil for the salad, your plump ass fitting like a puzzle on his clothed groin that began to tighten by the minute.

Draco, a little annoyed that his body’s natural response to the love of his life ruined his moment of cloud nine, tried to pay no mind to this, assuring himself he could wait until night when you guys could do it in your private soundproof bedroom.

You obviously took notice of his little problem, deciding to mess around a bit, you placed the oil next to the bowl of the salad and while mixing it, decided to lean your bum on his clothed cock a bit more, making it seem like you were just trying to get comfortable.

This emitted a low groan from Draco, starting to acknowledge the game you were trying to play. Is that how you wanted to be? Alright then.

Draco lightly grinded his, now bulged, groin into your ass, while moving his hands from your waist to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You shuddered a bit at this, yet continued to amplify his torture by leaning forward, with much more of a stretch than needed to “reach the salt” but still applying enough pressure on him.

He had enough, so he leaned his upper half forward and grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and manage to turn your head to the left, so he leaned his head close enough to your ear and whispered “Why are you playing with daddy sweetheart, thought you were a good girl?”

Your mouth parted at this, he used this as his advantage and captured your lips in his from where he had your head turned. The kiss quickly became heated, tongues exploring each other’s mouth, heads tilting, salad long forgotten.

Draco started to lift your shirt over your head, the kiss breaking for a second to toss it completely off, using this tiny break to take his off in the process, as to not waste time, both of you still aware that scorpious only slept for a good 40 minutes on a regular nap, you silently hoped that it would be one of those days where he slept for about an hour and a half. But you couldn’t be certain.

Draco turned you fully around now, you wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands massaging your ass. And he grabbed the hem of your shorts and yanked them down, your panties going off too, without breaking the kiss since you managed to slid them down your legs fully and stepped out of them.

He wasted no time in unclasping your bra, after 7 years of practice with you, it paid off for moments like this, but he still wanted to make everything with you memorable so he guided your naked form towards the counter and turned you around so you were bent forward, your left cheek pressing against the cold marble, but fuck the marble, you only cared about your husband being inside you and your baby boy not waking up right now.

Draco grabbed the bottle of oil that was next to the salad and poured it on your back. You gave a loud gasp at this.

“Shh baby be quiet, wouldn’t want our child waking up and seeing mama being a loud little whore do we now?” He taunted while rubbing the oil up and down your back, bringing it down to your ass cheeks, being careful not to put it anywhere near your pussy, not that it needed anyway, with the way it was basically dripping by now.

“N-no daddy” you said softly, your heat pooling with more arousal at the feeling of his large hands running down your body.

“Now be quiet and be a good slut for daddy, yeah?” You hummed at this, not being able to find your voice.

Draco pulled his sweatpants, along with his boxers, down enough to let his erected cock out, he massaged your ass before putting it in, your mouth parted open and a quiet moan escaping you at the feeling of being full.

“God- daddy you’re so big” you moaned out, not loud enough for scorpious to hear but enough to alert Draco. He had to control himself from slamming his hand down on your glistening ass, instead grabbing it roughly with one hand, and the other grabbing the back of your neck once again and pulling you up so your back was arched and your boobs were off the counter, stomach still pressed against it.

“I said, shut the fuck up before you wake him up” He whisper-yelled.

“S-sorry daddy just want you to fuck me hard and fast” You whimpered.

“I will if you stay quiet, alright princess?” You gave another hum. So he grabbed both of your hipbones letting your head down and made sure his fingers were on top of them, knowing that at the speed he had planned, you were gonna have a very bad pain on your hips from the contact of the counter, so instead, he would obviously rather have his fingers crushed than you being hurt in any way.

He started to ram himself into you, showing no sympathy and doing as you had previously stated, fucking you hard and fast.

Draco was pounding into his wife like his life depended on it, and it was truly ironic that he had asked you to stay quiet when he was breathing heavy and tried to contain his groans because the way your pussy was pulsing around him and hugging his cock like a fucking vice was too much.

Both of you knew you weren’t gonna last long, and thank goodness for that because your toddler was gonna wake up any minute now.

“You gonna cum on my cock pretty girl? Gonna cum on daddy?” he asked, wanting to be certain his girl could finish first, always.

“Yes daddy i’m gonna cum!”

“Cum.”

And with the way your juices poured onto his cock, he couldn’t hold back and sank all the way into you and released inside you.

After the both of you got down from your high, draco pulled out gently, grabbing a kitchen towel and dabbing it in the tap water a bit before quickly cleaning himself and pulling his sweatpants back up as fast he could.

The he marched towards you and started cleaning you up. He was obviously gonna give you a bath after to get you properly clean but for now, this would do.

Draco grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and put it on you, and grabbing your panties that were laying on top of your shorts and put them on. When he finished dressing you up, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

And as if on cue, right when he was lovingly gazing into his wife’s eyes, a small paddle of feet could be heard coming closer to the kitchen entrance, draco and you turned to look over his shoulder to watch a four year old toddler rubbing his eyes before beaming at the sight of his parents.

“Mama” he cheered, after not seeing you before his nap, his instinct told him to go see you.

“Hi baby” you said before picking him up.

And as Draco watched his son and wife, the people he loved the most, conversing together he realized that indeed, he probably died years ago and is currently in heaven.

[buckys-black-dress]

i don't care, i'm in love

a/n: alright sexies, part two! of my last thing you guys liked! idk if anyone's noticed just yet but the titles are from tame impala's song 'new person, same old mistakes' because the song is fire asf. anyways. enough talking, here it is! enjoy! (sorry this took so long lol, i had no idea where i was going w this plot after part 1.)

warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), choking, cursing. this story is 18+ !!! tap off if you're a minor. this is your warning.

wc: 4k words

[bucky barnes x fem!reader]

read part one here!

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It's been a few days since your outburst with Bucky in the kitchen. While you haven't made eye contact with him whenever you've been in the same room, you've practically felt his looks from across the room.

The air had definitely shifted in any room where you were both present. Nobody still knows about your past relationship, and you don't intend on telling anyone about it.

You've decided to let Bucky stew in silence, not allowing any leeway. If he wanted to be stubborn, this is where it would land him. He chose his own fate in the end, and now he would have to suffer the consequences.

And it was pretty awkward, to say the least. It was currently movie night in the Avengers Tower, and you were all in the movie theater. Tony had selected a rom-com tonight, as superheroes do. You were sat with Natasha on a loveseat, your legs swung over hers as your shared snacks were laid on your lap for the both of you.

She had, of course, noticed your change in demeanor since your impromptu break-up. You hadn't divulged in the details with her, not wanting to out the relationship. Even though you wanted to be petty as ever, you decided you were going to be the mature one in this situation.

And then Bucky walks in.

With a... another girl?

Maybe you weren't taking the high road after all.

You instantly feel a heat wash over your body, making you want to scream and cry and laugh in incredulity all at the same time.

What the fuck?

"Hey guys, I brought a date to movie night, if that's alright..." His voice sounded like nails on a blackboard to you right now. "This is Sophia."

He says it so simply that no one knows what to say. Everyone spares a glance at you, and for a second, you wonder if he had told anyone.

But everyone had somewhat of an idea that Bucky likes you!

So now, everyone was a bit confused.

"Uhm, yeah, nice to meet ya. Take a seat anywhere." Steve's voice cuts the suffocating silence.

You make brief eye contact with Bucky, but you look away as fast as you had looked in the first place. You felt like there was a golf ball lodged in your throat, and if you didn't stop yourself, you think you would've strangled that motherfu-

You're led out of your train of thought by a light tap on your arm. Natasha gives you a look that's saying, you look like you're about to kill someone. Are you okay?

You shake your head, letting her know you're just fine. Everything's fine. Bucky's over there, with another girl, who's holding his hand. And you've been here wondering for the past two months what's been so wrong about you that he couldn't do the same with you. Let alone even tell people you were in a relationship.

And you're not going to lie. This stung. Really bad.

Although you wanted to sit here and act as unbothered as possible, it was hard. You wanted to enjoy your night, watch your movie, and go to bed. This was a turn of events that you weren't expecting in the least.

The tension in the room was too much, everyone exchanging glances back and forth between you, Bucky, and Sophia. They were all confused. There was an obvious tension between you and Bucky, and although it was never anything serious to them, they all thought he would man up soon enough and ask you out.

Now, sympathetic looks were being shot across the room between all the team members, and no one could say really say anything.

Suddenly, Steve sits up in his seat and glares at his friend.

"Buck, can ya help me bring some snacks from the kitchen?" The blond asks, not waiting for a reply from the brunet.

Once they're safely out of earshot from the movie room, Steve grasps Bucky's shoulder in a tight hold that has Bucky wincing.

"What the hell, man?" His voice comes out strained and laced with confusion.

"Buck, I think I should be asking you that question." Steve says. "Don't play fuckin' dumb with me. You know what I wanna talk about."

"Well, please do enlighten me-"

"Oh would ya drop it? Sophia? I'm sure she's a great gal, but for the past six months you've been bitchin' and moanin' about Y/N." Steve cuts his friend off, trying to gauge the situation.

"I just... things went south. I needed somethin' new... somethin' different." Bucky's voice was meek, almost like he was afraid to admit this to his best friend of 90 years.

"What... whaddaya mean things went... south? Did you tell her you liked her and she rejected you or somethin'?" The blond asks, brows pulled together in confusion.

"I just... I can't really explain to you what happened but... it was bad. I fucked up, Stevie." Bucky's head is still tilted downwards in guilt.

"Buck, you know you can tell me anything, right?" A hand is placed on his shoulder, and he wants to shrug it off, I don't deserve any comfort, he thinks. I did this all by myself.

"Can I just... I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone. Especially Tony or Nat. Or Wanda." Steve gives him a brief nod, motioning for Bucky to go on.

"Y/N and I had been... seeing each other for the past two months..." Bucky starts to explain, and Steve's eyes are jut about popping out of their sockets by the time he finishes explaining.

A few moments pass, and silence soaks the air surrounding them.

"You... you two were dating... in secret? You didn't tell me?" The look Steve gave Bucky made the latter's insides twist in the worst way possible. He should've told his best friend.

"Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We agreed to keep it between us until... "

"Until she decided she'd had enough."

"Yeah."

A pregnant pause and flat face followed, and flat face followed, and Bucky's now realizing how much he's fucked up. Not in the first place, per se, but by bringing Sophia here.

"So can you tell me why you've dragged that poor girl here?" Steve breaks the silence first.

"I-I... I met her at a bar a couple nights ago. Needed to get out, have a drink. She came up to me and asked me for my number, and... yeah."

What Bucky didn't explain is that as soon as she started talking to him, she had immediately realized he was painfully in love with someone else. She had been kind, understanding of his situation. Instead of trying to get in bed with him, she sat down with him while he explained to her how he got himself in this mess.

"You know... I can help you..." Sophia tells him with innocent eyes.

"Really? How?" Bucky's tone was incredulous, like the mere idea of doing something about this whole thing was possible.

"Well, she seems to care about you a lot. But maybe you just need to get a... reaction out of her. She's unbothered now, she says she 'moved on.' Show her she hasn't." She explains.

"But...how?"

And thus... this situation was born.

"So... Sophia has absolutely no interest in you, and you brought her here to make Y/N jealous?" Steve looks at his friend like he has three heads, and Bucky now realizes just how dumb this all looks.

"Well... yeah. This was a bad idea, wasn't it? I should just go take Sophia home-"

"No! You already got this far, and if you do that it might give Y/N the wrong idea. Just- just go with it for the rest of the night and see what happens." Steve says. "Now, let's get the snacks."

Bucky helps him, and they head back into the movie room. He notices your tense form against Natasha. Sophia's making conversation with Sam, and if you were in a cartoon, you're sure there would be steam coming out of your ears.

The movie goes by in a blur, and even though your eyes were glued to the screen, you feel like you didn't even watch the movie. You were too busy being hyperaware of the way Sophia held onto Bucky's arm like if was her lifeline, and quite frankly, you wanted to punch the living daylights out of the both of them.

Once the movie's finished and the lights turn on, you waste no time in heading to your room after a quick goodnight to everyone.

You're getting ready for bed with slams of closet doors and dresser drawers, absolutely enraged with everything. Why was this bothering you so much? But more importantly, how was Bucky so quick to move on? Like you were nothing to him? Like you were the dirt under his shoe?

And although you were too proud to say it, it stung like a motherfucker.

Before you could get ahead of yourself, a knock is coming from your door.

You're sure it's Natasha trying to make sure you're alright, but after months of acting unaffected, all you wanted to do was get under your covers and cry.

"Nat, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood-" But when you swung the door open, it was none other than your ex-boyfriend."What the hell are you doing here?"

Your tone was venomous, and all Bucky could see was the tiredness and rage behind your irises.

"I- Can I talk to you?" His voice is timid, like he's afraid to even ask for your time.

"About what? Don't you have someone to tend to?" You wonder out loud, and you can't help the way your heart twists at the thought of Bucky and Sophia. The way he had no problem holding her, touching her, loving her.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N."

It even hurt to think that.

"What do you want, Barnes?" You query in an indifferent tone.

"I-I waned to talk to you, alone." He responds, and his palms are sliding down his thighs to wipe off the sweat.

"Don't you have to take your date home?"

He was quiet for a moment, trying to gauge how to handle you right now. One wrong word or move, and he was out.

"Y/N, can I please just talk to you? One night we're sleeping in each others' beds, and the next we're strangers? How- how does that even make sense?" He's trying to make sense of the past few weeks and the events that led up to the demise of your relationship.

He knows, but he doesn't want to say it out loud.

"Well, I wonder who's fault that was?" You ask snarkily.

Apparently, you weren't afraid to say it.

"You were the one that did this. I get it. This was new for you, but at some point, enough was enough! I- I was basically dirt under your shoe, James! I- I couldn't fucking take it anymore! I just- you were so easy with Steve and Natasha. And then you would shake me off like I was some pest, some bug." You choked on your words, tears pricking behind your eyes. You turned away before Bucky could see them, not wanting to let him see you like this.

You've put on a tough front, because you didn't want anyone to think that you'd get so hung up over some boy, but it was hard to do so when you were giving your all into a relationship while you got the bare minimum back.

Bucky watches you from your doorway, and as you turn away, he takes this as a sign to come in and shut the door behind him.

"Y/N, please, let me talk. I-I just need to talk. To get it all out. I'm begging you, please." And beg he did. He was on the floor, quite literally on his knees. You couldn't even comprehend how not even an hour ago, he brought a new girl in.

And now he was on his knees before you. Begging.

"Get up."

Your voice cracked, but it was still strong. You weren't in the mood to have a man beg at your feet, and you felt it was quite pathetic that he was on his knees right now when he's the reason you two had ended up like this.

Whatever this was.

"O-Okay. Does that mean I can talk?" He asks tentatively, rising to his feet slowly.

"You have five minutes."

He was quiet at first, and you wondered if he even had anything to say. If he was just here to waste your time, to cause even more heartache-

"I- Can I just start off by saying, in the almost three months we were together, I never, ever, wanted to make you feel anything less than what you really are. You're kind, caring, beautiful, the smartest person I've ever met. But above all those things, you were patient with me. And that was never something I had before with someone else. No one was as patient and as attentive as you were, and I need you to know." He pauses, catching his breath from his rambling.

"Know what?" Your tone was venomous, trying to hold back the tears prickling behind your eyes.

"That I have dreamt of a girl like you for decades. You are everything-" he chokes on his words, eyes glossing over, "everything I've ever wanted, and more. And I can't tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated you. How I made you feel, and how I felt the need to hide us. I should've just been honest with everyone from the start, and it cost me everything in the end. So I'll spend the rest of my days making it up to you, in any way possible. Because you deserve it. You deserve so much better than someone who- who doesn't know how to love. How to hold your hand and not want to cry because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. You deserve the entire universe, Y/N."

Bucky finishes speaking, looking so deeply into your eyes that you can't help but let the facade crack.

Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. You sniffle, trying to take a deep breath.

"Wh-what about... Sophia?" You struggle to ask through your emotions, trying to hold yourself back from flinging yourself into his arms.

"I- She's... not relevant. I met her at a bar the day we... ended things, and she said 'it was clear I was going through a heartbreak,' and that she wanted to help me get you back." Bucky laughs a bit at the whole situation now, and how fucking badly he had fucked up.

"But if you don't want to get back together, I understand. Just know, I still feel the same. But if you give me another chance, I promise you it'll be different. I promise to spend all my time making it up to you, and I don't want to hide anything about us. To anyone." He affirms, moving to hold your hands in his.

And surprisingly, you didn't pull away.

No matter how much your brain was screaming, yelling to pull away!

But you couldn't. You wanted to believe every word that came out of his mouth, and you didn't care if anyone thought you were being naive or stupid. You just wanted to hold him again, to call him James again, and to have him whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

And as all these thoughts were running through your head, you see Bucky slowly backing away, assuming your silence meant you were telling him to leave.

"I-Wait. Wait. We have a- a lot to talk about, but I'm not giving up on us yet. But I want a full explanation, top to bottom about everything. And- you have to promise me things will be different between us. We can't have things like they were before, and-"

And before you could continue your rambles, you were stopped by the feeling of his lips on yours.

You could feel his rough ones moulding against your soft, cherry-flavoured ones from your lip balm. His eyes were closed, and so were yours. Any thoughts you had were thrown out the window, and all you could focus on right now was him.

He was invading all your senses in the best way possible. In this moment, you realized he was being completely honest and truthful in what he'd said earlier. Of course, you wouldn't let him forget about all this so easily, but right now, all that mattered were his hands running all over your waist and neck.

"J-James," you breathed out, disconnecting from him.

His eyes search yours, wondering if this is where you give him the boot, and tell him to leave it at this.

But oh, was he wrong.

"Lock the door for me?"

His mouth is akin to that of a fish out of water, wondering to himself if his brain was conjuring this image in his head after weeks of not having you.

"A-Are you sure? If you don't want to we don't have to-" And now he's the one getting cut off with your lips.

It had been enough suffering for the both of you these past few weeks.

"James, I'm sure. Help a girl out?" You smile coyly, slowly walking backwards until you reach your bed and sit down. Your eyes stay on James' blue ones while he rushes to lock to door.

He's hovering over you, waiting to see if you'll make a move.

"Well, aren't you gonna fuck me?"

At those words, the man above you snaps out of his stupor, and lets out an animalistic growl, lunging at you and making both your bodies fall back onto the fluffy white duvet of your bed.

"Can I take this off of you?" James hands are pinching at the fabric of your t-shirt, and you fervently nod in response.

"Words, honey." He coaxes and receives a meek but clear 'yes' from you.

He wastes no time slipping it off your form, only breaking apart from you for air to do so.

Soon enough, your panting forms were both almost bare, left down to just underwear. James slowly moves to settle himself between your thighs, but your hand catches onto his wrist before he could move any further.

"You don't have to, James. I want you inside me already." Although you usually never complained about getting head, you were aching to feel him inside you.

"C'mon angel, I've missed how your sweet lil' pussy tastes." The words coming out of his mouth combined with the feeling of the small pecks he's placing against your inner thighs have you practically shaking.

Along with his scruff giving the sensitive skin a delicious burn, you couldn't bring yourself to say no to James.

He guides your soaked panties down your legs, placing your calves against his shoulders to hold them open.

"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to have my mouth between these legs again, sugar. Missed ya so much." He mumbles to you, licking a broad stripe up your core.

A gasp leaves your mouth, and you scramble to find something to grab onto.

With one hand in his brunet locks, Bucky continues his ministrations. He alternates between using his tongue and sucking on your sensitive button, building up your climax.

James listens to your small gasps and whimpers, paying attention to what brought you the most pleasure.

"Oh!" You let out a whimper at the feeling of Bucky's fingers hitting your sweet spot inside you.

Before you knew it, the throbbing in your heat was spreading all through your body, causing your first earth-shattering orgasm of the night.

You're chanting James over and over again, like a prayer.

"That's it, sweetheart, give it all t'me." He coaxes you through your high, allowing for you to come down.

Your eyes are bleary and you barely sense James coming back up over you. His fingers are opening your mouth, allowing you to taste them.

"Taste yourself, honey. So sweet, missed havin' you." He leaves pecks on your forehead, nose, and cheek, before circling back to your mouth when he pulls his fingers back out.

When he pulls away again, his nose is brushing against yours. You still feel like you're floating, but you open your eyes slowly to be met with his bright cerulean ones.

"You have a condom?" James' voice is gravelly as he speaks against your lips.

"No, I'm clean and still on the pill. Wanna feel all of you." You whisper while your fingers roam through his locks.

"A-Are you sure?" He asks, trying to ignore the involuntary twitch of his cock at your words.

"I'm sure, James. I've never been more sure of doing anything with anyone." You say, letting your hand move down to his boxers.

Your hand dips into the waistband, grasping him with your palm.

"Wanna feel all of this." You barely speak, but he understands every word you say.

Before you know it, his underwear is off and thrown somewhere across the room.

James sits back, running his cock through your juices for lubrication, eliciting a sigh from the both of you.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, doll." He grits out while he pushes into you slowly. "Can't believe I was so stupid and almost lost ya for good."

"I-I'm right here, baby. You won't ever lose me." You reassure him, letting him fill you to the brim.

"God, can't get enough of this tight pussy, baby." James is thrusting at an even pace now, and you can feel every inch of him inside you.

You release moans of ecstacy and pleasure in his ear as he stays above you, and while you're only half-conscious of what you're doing, you grab his metal arm and bring it to your throat.

His eyes shoot open but his pace never falters, looking at you for silent reassurance.

The white-hot feeling in your core builds at the feeling, not wanting it to stop.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." All he needed was your whimper to moan at the sight of his hand around your throat.

"H-Holy shit. I- Come with me baby, c'mon." His voice is strained, like it's paining him to speak.

"I'm- I'm coming James. Come with me, baby." You gasp out, feeling the stirring in your belly reach its' peak.

Soon enough, you're both coming undone, breathing into each others' mouths while working through your highs together.

You feel him spurting inside you, painting your walls white. His rocking slowly comes to a stop, allowing him to open his eyes and focus on you. Your thumbs are brushing over his cheekbones, soaking in him just being here, with you.

"C'mon, let me get you cleaned up, angel." James slowly pulls out of you, being careful to not hurt you.

You see the light flicker on in your bathroom and hear the sink running. He returns with a rag and brushes it gently between your legs, feeling you shiver at how sensitive you are.

"Sorry, honey." James' whisper comes from below, and you smile down with soft eyes.

You were completely besotted for this man.

Once the rag is thrown into your laundry hamper, Bucky retrieves his boxers and pulls them on.

For a moment, you feel a flash through your body, your heart seizing at the thought of him leaving now.

"A-Are you leaving?" You barely recognize your own voice, feeling pathetic for feeling so vulnerable.

Bucky just looks at you. He's dumbfounded at you right now. How could you think that after everything, especially after what had just happened, that he would leave you. How he could ever let you go again.

And again, the question is just another painful reminder of how much he's hurt you.

"No, sweetheart. Just wanted to grab a shirt for you to sleep in." He gives you a soft smile, quenching the ache of your heart.

Once he sits you up and slips the large shirt over your frame, he slips back into his spot next to you under the duvet. Your legs immediately tangle with his, head on his shoulder and arm thrown across his torso.

"Never gonna let you go again, honey." He tells you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Love you, James." You mumble in a half-asleep response into his chest, the words reverberating into his skin.

Bucky hopes you don't feel his heart racing, but replies with the same words that you hear before slipping into a deep slumber. And the last thing you hear before you slip under are the sweetest words to ever be spoken.

"I love you more, Y/N."