#to bits and bobs of stray thoughts

[louiesselfshipramblings]

Assorted Selfship Lore!!

Normally, I post the "main" selfship lore in posts of their own with a commissioned work, but since that well is a lil slow atm, I just gonna ramble on some lore nuggets I have for current f/os I have. Nothin in depth, but the general ideas.

Purah, as kinda my secondary main f/o, has a good bit. We actually knew each other before the events of BotW, though our relationship was a lot different back then. I was a doctor who worked under the crown, so we met up quite frequently. We were going strong for a few years, with plans to marry, until the Calamity happened. I was studying cryogenic preservation up in Hebra when it happened, and the ensuing chaos led to myself being frozen in suspended animation for nearly a century! Purah has bigger fish to fry and kinda lost her memory a bit when she went baby mode, so I wouldn't be found til about a year after Link defeated Ganon and search parties began to be sent out, when I was found frozen in the ice. Purah kinda laser focused on me for a good while, staying by me day in and day out til I fully thawed, and of course oversaw my rehabilitation. She felt a bit awful for the whole thing, but I assured her it was not her fault, and she did the best she could. What mattered most was that were were together again ❤️

I actually have a story with Odessa that takes place after her episode of the show. For backing, I was a elastic powered thief who traveled the world stealing what I wanted. I found out about Odessa during my time in New York, and fell for her. She initially just humored my advances, but she soon fell to my villainess charms and returned the feelings. After I broke her out, she became committed to joining me in robbing the world of whatever we wanted. I even helped rehabilitate her public image, so we could be out in public together yet again eheheh >:]

With Perona, I feel we met up during the two-year time skip. Probably one time when she left the island Zoro and Mihawk were at and explored the surrounding area. She found me alone, silently working on clothes of several varieties thanks to my Cloth-Cloth Fruit abilities. We had a rocky meeting, but things went on an upswing when I made her some new outfits. We got talking, bonding over our similar styles, and then one thing led to another, and we ended up dating :] I visited her and the others frequently, though neither Zoro nor Mihawk were the most...welcoming. I did at least supply Zoro with his new garb before he went off to Sabaody, and did tag along with Perona when she made sure he got there. We stick pretty close to one another, mainly cause, ya know, we're that kinda couple, heh 🩷

For Sombra, we met as Talon agents. Similar vibes, though I was more focused on "physical" hacking, so to speak. Started as a bit of a flirty rivalry that turned to actual flirting that turned to actual dating. We never stop being bad, but we do lay low several years down the line cause, wuh-o, she ended up pregnant with my kid! No idea how that happened...👀

D. Va is a similar case! Freelance agent who encountered her on a few missions. Rivalry started cause I called into question her skills, and that rivalry eventually blossomed into a romantic relationship. We're very open about it too, bothers everyone on the team lol.

Roz I'm kinda here and there about. It's def a kinda AU from the main film, with like anthro versions of the animal cast, cause ya know I def want Brightbill and Fink there. Question is do I wanna be anthro? Or just human? Prolly be a raccoon, cause that's my Mobian-sona. Then again, Roz has a history with raccoons, heh. Regardless, I am very much a robot kisser and I love being co-parents with her :]

Sybil is fun cause, I'm casting myself as a similar "dream warrior", known as The Oni. Cowl, Blue Spirit-esque mask, large ogre-like mace. Tanuki-Possum kinda creature. We're both busy people, but when we meet up, we make it count. We haven't committed to anything, but we are life partners, so there's that!

These next three, I think I made a post earlier about em, or at least the general idea. So, with Toy Chica, I'm introduced as like the new addition to the Fazbear cast, specifically as Chica's partner. She's a bit unsure about the whole deal, but when I turn out to be a lovable guy, genuinely kind, and a good cook, we form a genuine bond which slowly grows to be romantic. Might AU this a bit where like, they're still animatronics but doing that is there "job"? I dunno, sorting the deets.

Roxy is similar. Same fictional in-universe character, now reintroduced in the Pizza-plex era as Roxy's race partner for the double go-kart track. We hit it off incredibly well, and kinda just go with dating from the get go. Helps I'm super supportive of her being the best :]

Rambley is, again, much the same. My character was introduced to be his close friend—if Rambley is Mickey, think me as Goofy, but designed to be as Minnie. Our relationship is very close, so close that over time, when it came time to introduce a proper love interest for Rambley, they just decided to use me because people already assumed we were meant to be a couple. And so we became canon :]

Other bits!:

I was with Mariah when she worked with DIO, and helped fished her out after her battle with Joseph and Avdol. We retired after that.

I was probably some misc god or being in Viridi's pantheon when I met Phosphora.

As the Ultimate Butler, I was placed to work alongside Kirumi. Our relationship started as a tense bout of one-ups-man-ship that eventually boiled over to romantic desire.

[chroniclesofskz]

Needy baby

Chan sat in his dimly lit room, the neon glow of his gaming setup casting a soft blue hue across his face. The sounds of explosions and gunfire from the Call of Duty battlefield filled the air, punctuated by the occasional victory shout from his friends, the other members of Stray Kids. They were deep into their usual nightly session, the digital warfare a welcome escape from the mundane.

Leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to the screen, he heard a faint sound from the hallway. Y/N, his girlfriend, padded in on silent feet. She'd been feeling lonely, craving his attention for hours. He'd promised her earlier that he'd only be a minute, but the match had gone on longer than he'd thought.

Ignoring the intermission, he hummed in response to her unheard question. It was a lie, a reflex, because he was in the middle of a heated firefight. He didn't turn to look at her, his thumbs dancing over the controller, guiding his avatar through the virtual chaos.

But Y/N had had enough of being second to a video game. She took a deep breath and strutted back out, returning with a determination that made her heart race. This time, she wouldn't be so easily dismissed.

Her sultry movements caught his eye, and he couldn't help but watch as she approached, her naked body on full display. She leaned down, her soft hair brushing his cheek, and whispered, "I've missed you." Her breath was sweet, a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

The warmth of her skin against his sent a shiver down his spine, and he swallowed hard. Her fingers traced his jaw, sending a jolt of desire through him, and he felt himself losing focus on the game. The boys noticed his distraction, their shouts growing more frustrated as he stumbled in his responses.

With a smirk, Y/N dropped to her knees and began to caress his thighs, her touch feather-light yet firm. His breath hitched as she slid her hand up his leg and into his joggers, gripping his thick, hard cock. He bit his lip to keep his moan contained, but it was no use. His eyes rolled back, and his body tensed as she began to toy with him, the sensation of her hand around him almost too much to bear.

The boys' yells grew louder, their complaints turning to shocked disgust as they realized the source of his distraction. "What the fuck, Chan!" Hyunjin shouted over the mic, his voice echoing through the headset. But Chan was lost in the moment, his girlfriend's touch overpowering the digital warfare.

Her mouth closed around the tip of his cock, and he couldn't hold back the sound that escaped his lips. The room around him spun, the game forgotten. Her eyes met his, a mischievous glint in them as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

The boys' voices grew clearer through the headset, their teasing comments about his "special tactics" and "new game strategy" cutting through the background noise. He knew they could hear her wet, eager sucks, the sloppy sounds of her mouth working him over. It was embarrassing, but also thrilling in a way he couldn't ignore.

Y/N took him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she bobbed her head rhythmically. He gripped the chair, trying to keep still as she hit all the right spots, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he felt his orgasm building.

"You're going to make us lose again, man," Minho said, his voice thick with amusement. The others joined in, their laughter a strange soundtrack to the intimate moment. Chan's face burned, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore. He looked down at her, her eyes locked on his, and he could see the smug satisfaction in them. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she reveled in his reaction.

Her hand tightened around his base, and she began to stroke him in time with her sucks. The tension grew unbearable, and with a strangled groan, he came in her mouth, his body jerking as she swallowed every drop. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and the distant sound of the game still playing on the TV.

The boys' voices on the other end of the headset grew louder again, their disbelief and mockery clear. "Dude, what the actual fuck?" Jeongin exclaimed, while others could be heard muttering in shock and disgust.

Y/N stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She grabbed his jaw, whispering loud enough for them all to hear, "Don't ever ignore me like that again." Her eyes gleamed with triumph as she turned and sashayed out of the room, leaving him flustered and exposed.

Chan's heart raced as he realized his microphone had been on the entire time. He'd been so lost in the moment that he'd forgotten about his friends, about the game, about anything other than the feeling of her mouth on him. He fumbled for the mute button, his cheeks burning as he tried to explain, but the damage was done.

Their laughter and jeers filled the room, each one a sting to his pride. "You're such a dog, Chan," Changbin teased, his voice tinged with envy. "Couldn't even wait to finish the round?" The others chimed in, their words a blur of mockery and shock.

For a moment, Chan considered storming out, ending the game, and hiding in his room in humiliation. But as he sat there, his cock still pulsing, he felt a strange sense of power. He'd been caught in the act, but Y/N had claimed him so publicly, so boldly. It was as if she'd marked her territory, and the thought sent a thrill through him.

He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face despite the embarrassment. "You guys are just jealous," he quipped, trying to recover some of his lost dignity.

The teasing continued, but he took it in stride, knowing that his relationship with Y/N was strong enough to handle a little public display of affection. Plus, the thought of her waiting for him, naked and eager, was all the motivation he needed to ignore the taunts and focus on the game.

The night went on, the trash talk and laughter never fully dying down, but the tension in the room shifted. The other members of Stray Kids had been reminded that, despite their fame and friendship, they all had personal lives that didn't always revolve around the group. And as the final match of the night wound down, Chan found himself looking forward to the moment when he could excuse himself and go to her, ready for round two.

[f0ofishies]

bonten!rindou , you found out your little psychopath boyfriend.. was an actual psychopath. you should've known that insignia tattooed on the front of his neck.

bonten!rindou accidentally leaving his blood-stained gloves in the dumbest compartment of his car. Your first arguement ever– and a huge one at that.

bonten!rindou , who made you so desensitized on the topics of how he beat another guy with some bat– or even shoot people. You'd just looked at him.. your eyes. He knew he was in trouble.

bonten!rindou that still got you to stay with him, you knew you loved him, he knew that too. There'd be no way you'd leave him– even if he was a part of a criminal organization. He stared at you, he pouted a bit.

bonten!rindou , who was late from your upcoming date because he had this huge meeting. It basically escalated another argument like before. You were pissed off.. already sleeping on your backside.

"Baby.. don't sleep yet.." His back against the doorway, he contemplated onto whether to approach you or not. Long strides of his quickened pace on the floor was heard. "Mmm, my darling.." He confided in you in his whiny voice.

You felt his pesky hands, trapped between him. You grumbled.. "Rin..not now.." You buried your head into the silky pillows. He grumbled– and his purple hair slid over your shoulder. "Just hear me out.. okay..?" The desperation in his tone made you ache.

"What is it?.." You whispered back at him, finally letting him rest beside his purple gaze, leaning in to kiss your cheek desperately. "I'm going tomorrow..." "Where–" You interrupted as he shushed you, by the way his eyes fell You could tell it wasn't good news. "A mission tomorrow, It's going to be dangerous.. and I won't be back for a few weeks."

Your eyes widened at the revelation. "But–" Your hands quickly grabbed his head, pulling him closer. "Don't– don't leave me, not when our relationship.." You panicked, babbling on about how he needed to be here– to stay with you.. to stay together. You huffed– tears welled up in your eyes.

He kissed those salty tears away, you huffed as his thumb swiped at your eyes. "Mmm.. cmon beautiful.. it's just two weeks..?" "No..!" You spouted out loud. "No– you can't.. please..."

bonten!rindou chuckled, kissing your stray tears.. it was salty to him– he always thought how cute you were when you cried. But it did tug on his heart the way you just wanted him to stay. Another plead, a wail or even a cry.. he'd just stay, he really would.

bonten!rindou who was rocking his hips inside you, "Cmon, pretty.. put your legs over me.." He huffed when you didn't listen. Tugging at your calf– he hoisted up your leg muscle against his defined chest. He wasn't very muscular but defined through the years. Your leg straightened, accommodating to the stretch with no prep.

"Rin– no more..!" Your cries could probably be heard by the neighbors.. you've had too much sex with rindou. The neighbors already got the full show at that, you couldn't care less 'bout them. He suddenly picked up his thrusts, his hips grinding against yours.

"So good for me.. so shittt–" He could feel your walls clenching around him, he's pesky thumb rimming around your ass hole. Even as much as spreading it wide.. juices of both of you sliding back out. Such a lewd sight. Your face changed into an 'o' as he did that move, you were so familiar with.

"I wish you could look at yourself– you always make such lewd expressions when I do that..!" He murmured close to your ear, those redden ears of yours matching your eyes, he could tell it was too much. You could catch a glimpse of his adam's apple bobbing– that made another moan quiver right out of you.

And just when he finally bursts his load right inside you, he can't help but keep his hips jerking slightly. Hearing another whimper for you, his signature smile catches you off guard. Rindou was a cold man, but you always had a way to tug on his heartstrings. "Promise.. promise you'll come back, dont matter the things you need to do.." It earned a laughter from him.

"Come back? Baby, you know I'll always come back.. even when you hold that ring on your finger?" oh,, Rindou Haitani, that sneaky man, had slipt an engagement ring right around your finger.

[eccentricallygothic]

Hey sweetheart 😘 I really hope requests are opened and you don't mind me sending in a request 🤗

I thought of something where you and Bucky are close friends with huge feelings for each other but you're both too stubborn to admit. So one time you're having movie night at the compound and you take your spot besides Bucky, enjoying the closeness. As some intimate scene appears, you feel Bucky all tense up and excusing him, so you later find him in his room wondering what's wrong, and finally he admits that he got nasty thoughts about you doing all that to him so he had to leave. You think about his words and before he can back out, you push him on the bed, straddling him, riding him, giving you both the pleasure you held back for too long. Afterwards he's a huge cuddle bear and asks you to be his girl ? 🤗 Hope that's okay with you 🫶🏼

Hello! And yes, requests are open and you certainly can send them in! Yours is definitely okay with me and maybe a bit too okay because it made me stray from my usual hc form 😵‍💫 I really, really hope you like it. Thank you for requesting! Happy reading 🩷

| Clueless |

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes | Avenger!Reader. 

Warning(s): Kissing, unprotected p-in-v sex, cowgirl, nipple play, thumb sucking, Bucky's vibranium arm because I am a mental slut, Bucky mildly being the old man that he is, size kink, dirty talk, creampie, fluff. Minors do not interact.

"Bucky?" You call after softly knocking on his door before opening it. Your eyebrows furrow when you don't get a response and so you peek inside to scan the room. 

You're about to turn on your heels and go look someplace else when you notice him on the balcony, back turned to you as he leans on the railing, a bottle in hand. 

"Hey," he doesn't turn his head to look at you when you approach him. The super soldier probably already heard you when you were down the hall. "What happened? You didn't come back." You lean one arm against the balcony confine on the spot besides him, leaning your head to the side and watching him as he takes another swig.

Bucky takes his time swallowing, his heavy Adam's apple bobbing as he keeps his eyes trained on the grounds of the compound. His broad shoulders shrug only when he has gathered his thoughts a bit, legs shifting before he answers. "Just because." Your features scrunch in confusion. 

What?

"Just because… what?" You voice your confusion and he sighs at your cluelessness. When he just shakes his head to himself you roll your eyes with a huff. "What, talk to me! What even happened?" The way he turns to his other side and his vibranium arm barricades you away from him pisses you off as you stomp to the other side. 

Bucky has confusing moments like this sometimes that he eventually gets over but never provides you any explanation for them. 

"Bucky, I can only know if you tell me…" You try though you know it'll be in vain, as usual. "What the hell happened? We were watching a movie and then you said you'd be a second and then half an hour later I realize you're not back and then I find you sipping beer in your room all by yourself like we weren't having movie night!" 

The male sighs and shakes his head again before lowering it and turning once more. "Just so clueless…" When you go to speak again, he spins a 180° and walks back into his room. "But what else can I expect from this generation?" That makes you scoff as you tail him like a vulture, hot on his heels.

"What the hell does that even mean–"

"Language!"

"Oh, my God!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "What has gotten into you lately?! You're becoming more and more like Steve by the passing day!" The mention of the male shifts something in his expression and he half turns his head to look at you with an unreadable expression on his face. "And that means annoying!" The addition seems to ease the tension in his huge shoulders.

Just a bit.  

Something has been going on with him and he refuses to share it with you even though you are the closest with each other out of the entire team.

"You seriously don't know what was wrong? Are you really so clueless?" You rake your memories to recall what he is on about since the movie was quite innocent in that sense except… 

Oh. 

You roll your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. "Well, I am sorry not all of us are conservatives from the '40s, gramps" now it is Bucky's turn to scoff.

"Oh, really?" When you hum and nod with just as much agitation his frustration gets the best of him. "You know what a conservative from the '40s would really do?" 

"Yeah, no. Do enlighten me please!" You know he doesn't appreciate it when you get too sassy with him but what is he going to do about it? 

You are a girl with a mind of your own and no one is going to tell you or give you any shit.

"He would ask the potential lady love out on a nice dinner instead of hanging out with her right in the beginning!" Your eyebrows furrow as he sarcastically emphasizes the words. "I mean, what even is that supposed to be?! It doesn't make any sense!" Bucky clicks his tongue in disdain as one of his hands move in the air to help express his frustration. "There is an order, a code, a way to do these things! Fancy is not supposed to be treated so casually! You kids have ruined the sanctity of the whole idea!" 

"What even are you on about, Bucky?!" You go on cluelessly. "This is absurd! So what, friends can't watch movies together now?! I am sorry that things are less complicated now?!"

"They're not less complicated!" He is beyond annoyed and you can tell. "Not by a long shot! If anything, it's worse! Because now I have to deal with watching a provocative scene while the girl I like is cuddling into me but I can't do anything because we are just friends having a casual hangout and I can't do anything about my hard cock that wants nothing more than to show her that the scene that has her gripping my arm so tight is nothing in comparison to what I can do to her if she just stops being so fucking clueless!"

Bucky's teal blue eyes are wide and he is nearly breathless by the time he finishes his little speech. Your own state is not much different as you blink up at him in shock. It is only when he has recovered a little that he realizes what he has said… or rather, confessed. 

"I-" the super soldier goes to shake his head but then stops before half tilting it to the side, visibly at a loss of words as his ears turn beet red. "Y/n–" 

Your fingers are curling around the neckline of his shirt before you know it, the pull of your hand tugging you towards him instead of doing what you had intended, his heavy body unbudging. 

Bucky's arms hang limply at his sides as he stands against you utterly dumbfounded, barely kissing you back if at all as he tries to decide whether this is another one of his dreams or you, the only girl that has managed to reach into his heart after so long that it honestly feels kind of like the first time, really is kissing him.

What he doesn't know is that you are having difficulty with determining the same thing. 

You pull back when your lungs are on fire and you are heaving for air desperately, fingers still tightly holding onto his shirt in bunches with the fear that he might vanish into the air if you let go. 

Bucky blinks as he sputters out some incoherent nonsense, eyes wide as he watches your face to try and grasp what just happened. "I–" 

You shake your head with a roll of your eyes and a tut. He's insufferable with all that chivalry. You do find it endearing at times but it's moments like these when he's so clueless and formal about it that it gets annoying. 

"Just shut up and kiss me, old man" you whisper as your eyes flicker down to his pink lips and you're on him again. 

This time though, your words seem to have snapped him out of it and his hands shoot up to your sides as he holds you back just as tightly, fingers reaching down for your ass cheeks before he squeezes them hard. You are forced to break the kiss, your face still remaining against his lips as you audibly shudder at the feeling, shivers shooting down your hips and straight to your intimate parts from the delicious ache that it causes. 

Within the next few minutes, you have managed to back Bucky into the bed as he's distracted with touching, feeling and groping as much of you as he possibly can. He lands on the bed with a heavy thud but before any words can be exchanged, you are straddling his thick and muscular thighs. 

Your hands hurriedly snatch his shirt off before you push him down, raising your own arms above your head to let him do the same as you grind into his hard on that feels so thick that some tiny part of your brain cannot help but fear for your pussy. 

"Mmm, solnyshko, you're so fucking pretty" Bucky rasps out the nickname he gave you when you both realized you had reached that stage in your friendship. But now, with his very recent confession fresh in your mind, you see the meaning of the word, 'little sun', that he had told you with an air of awkwardness in a very different light. 

"Look at all this pretty fucking body, solnyshko. I could cum just by looking at it alone." Emotion overcomes your senses and you suddenly feel a bit sensitive. A whimper escapes you as a result and you can't help but clench against his bulge, hands reaching to squeeze his hands that are feeling up your boobs now that he has fished them out of the bra cups. 

"B- Bucky…" He seems to have sensed it already, and so one of his hands trail down to your side to caress it encouragingly. 

"Go ahead, baby" the endearment is just as foreign for you as it is for him. "You're doing so good, keep going for me" you feel a twitch below you and you can't help but parrot the curse that slithers from his lips. 

Though you are on top, Bucky still seems to have the upper hand as he always does. But you have never really minded that with him because he isn't nasty about it and you know he only means well. You have learnt that through various outcomes many times. Besides, not that you'd ever admit it but you do need the extra care and guidance sometimes. 

It is tough to play the all-knowing hero all the time. 

Bucky is your sanctuary to deconstruct and just be yourself after a long day.

You hope you are the same for him as well. 

With newfound confidence that you have his praise to thank for, you whine as your hips start to circle and twist against his stuff bulge, your clothed pussy already pleased because of how needy and desperate it really is. 

Your back arches as you moan out loud when his fingers go to circle around one of your nipples, twisting it between them before his fingernails dig in them while his vibranium hand finds your mouth. "Bucky!" Your face is flushed and cheeks hot as you feel his thumb graze the shape of your lips before pushing inside them. "Mmmm~" your brows furrow when you feel yourself leak some more before clenching around the air again.

Okay.

Grinding isn't gonna cut it. 

You need him inside you. 

You have waited for way too long to rub it out. 

He just has to be all over you… and that includes all the openings to your insides. 

Your lips tightly wrap around his thumb as you suck so hard that the sound of it resonates in the air, pulling a sharp string of whispered curses from Bucky. Letting go of his arms you now claws at his belt until it gives way to your ferocity and you nearly tug the fly off the fabric.

You whine louder than you would ever like to admit when he goes to tug your shorts off and you have to shift away from where you are grinding against him, the rude protective growl you end up letting out causing him to chuckle as he pulls the shorts off your legs with a soft spank to your ass; a signal for you to improve your crazed behavior.  

Bucky has a way of keeping you in your place. 

"Tsk, solnyshko, patience!" His playful words fall on deaf ears as you literally jump back up on his cock, planting two stubborn hands against his shoulders before pushing him down flat against the mattress from his half risen position. 

Your single-mindedness once you zero in on something is a joke amongst the team. And though you deny it with every fiber of your existence, your actions and manic possessiveness over his cock right now is not helping your case. 

"Mine" you whisper as you move back to now rub against him skin to skin, your fingertips tracing over the bumps of his body as your usually bright eyes watch him with a dark hue over them. A hiss leaves Bucky when your warm and soaking pussy drags against his member, causing for his hands to bolt to your ass as he squeezes with all his might to withstand the sensory overload. It is to avoid flipping you over to fuck you into oblivion. 

Because that can come later. Right now is your first time with him and he prefers for you to take things at your pace; ease into whatever this will become. 

"Just like that, solnyshko, good girl" the words cause you to whimper as you raise yourself by propping your body up against your heels, wrapping one hand around his intimidating girth before you slowly pump and spread both your precums along its destructive length. 

Your bottom lip juts out a little at his scary size and you can't help but look up at him with a whimper. It is so easy because he is your safe place and understands every single one of your quirks with no words exchanged. 

Everything makes sense with Bucky.

"It's okay, baby. You can take it, I know you can" he reassures you as he caresses your thighs comfortingly. "Go ahead, I'll take care of you if I have to" you nod gratefully, your usually smart mouth mum. Though when you look down at his rather monstrous cock again, you have to gulp to yourself as you arch your back before moving the thick tip against your entrance, the sensation causing you to hiss almost instantly.

"Hnnng, Bucky!" You feel yourself stretch and widen around his smooth skin, but then you slide down further and the shape of his thick bulging veins grazes against your trembling walls and your thighs quiver, causing your knees to shake. "Oh!" The most vile moan you have ever let out rings in the air as you reach for his shoulders sensitively, wincing and lowering your head against his to let him kiss you everywhere he can reach while your hips lower against his. 

"Fuck, solnyshko, you're so fucking tight for me" his hands fondle your ass and breasts rather bluntly as he peppers kisses all over your face, moving his own hips in sync to yours to help you out because you are clearly struggling with accommodating and handling him. "Good girl" his lips capture yours in a clingy kiss, your mouths nearly sticking to each other's. You break away for enough time for Bucky to let out, "such a good fucking girl for me, baby" before you sink down on his cock again and bite his bottom lip as a result, loudly whining into his mouth. 

The super soldier curses as he twitches inside you, his tip easily reaching the sensitive bundle of nerves that ks hot and eager to be touched. "Fuck, you're so biiiig!" You mewl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, fingers clasping around his shoulders as you find a rhythm and start bouncing, the aid of his hips causing a loud smacking sound to fill the otherwise quiet air. 

You feel your loins tense each time his stiff veins graze your weeping pussy that desperately tries to return to its original state whenever he lifts you almost all the way up and off his cock only to have you sheath it back again from the tip. 

You are trying your best to keep the control to yourself but the truth is, were it not for Bucky's guiding hold on your hips, you would have collapsed from the sensitivity of your core and the size of his impaler long ago. 

"Look at you, solnyshko" the male cooes while panting but doesn't break off the sync of your bodies, one hand now dipping between your legs to let his vibranium thumb rub your clit. The action causes your limbs to spasm as you moan loudly, your back arching while your pussy clenches again. "Lookin' so pretty bouncing on my cock. Almost as if that's all you were made to do" his words make you grunt as you dig your nails into his skin.

Fuck, he is too good. 

Not so chivalrous after all, was he?

"Oh, Bucky!" You have never moaned like this before. "I am gonna–" in control yet so powerless. "I- I am gonna cum!" No one has ever made you feel so good, so dirty, so used and yet so taken care of all at once. "Oh, please!" You have no idea why you are even asking his permission to do so. Before him you had always been the boss of your life. 

But with Bucky, it just feels right. 

Like that is the order of things.

That is just the kind of man that he is. 

"Go ahead, my sweet solnyshko" his other hand slaps your ass and stars appear in your vision. Fuck. You had not expected him to be this dominant. "Fuck yourself dumb on my dick like the cock starved slut that you are" his referral to your crazed greed from some minutes ago makes you blush furiously but before you can protest, his thumb swipes faster and faster against your nub and renders you speechless. 

Your toe curling orgasm os one that leaves you momentarily numb and deaf, the only thing your mind being able to register the overstimulation of your walls as Bucky chases his own orgasm now, basically using you as a cock sleeve as you motionlessly slam up and down his length, the upper half of your body hunched forwards as your cheek rests against his. Your mouth can only let out incoherent murmurs in his ear as you snake your arms around his neck and nibble on the skin of his shoulders until his hot seed explodes through you, filling your cavern up until it overflows and the white liquid trickles down your legs. 

You are eventually moved down and off his cock to which you whine, your hole blinking around air at the loss of contact. That causes Bucky to chuckle as he wraps you up against him in his thick arms and moves your bodies further up the bed until you are resting against the pillows. 

"Don't go~" you softly murmur with a pout when he turns to reach for his bedside drawers. 

The arm that he has around you further tighten in reassurance as he fishes something out. "Aw, baby, don't worry. I am not going anywhere" your pout deepens when he turns towards you and the object comes into view. "Just–"

"Noooo~" you whine as you tighten your arms around his chest and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. "L- Leave it on~" one of his eyebrows raise before a little smirk appears on his face. 

"Oh, solnyshko, you sweet girl" Bucky puts the tissue box away as he moves your hair out of your face before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "Aren't you precious, hm?" As he untucks your flushed face from his neck to look at and caress one of your cheeks lovingly, you blush harder and busy yourself with examining his dog tags to avoid his eyes. "Who would have thought that the baddest avenger would be such a cutie deep down?" You roll your eyes when he playfully quotes what you like to refer to yourself as. "Not wanting to be cleaned so she can remain covered in my cum–"

"Alright, alright. You can stop now" your voice is hoarse due to your vocal exercise from a couple minutes ago. 

"Stop?" Your eyes flutter when his nails comfortingly scratch your scalp before one of his fingers snake through the strands of your disheveled hair. "But I haven't even started with you yet, baby" a snort leaves him when he feels you clench with a whimper at his words.

Your limbs are tangled as you lay relaxing in each other's scents, one of Bucky's thick thighs buried between your legs. 

"Not even started with me yet?!" Your shock makes him snicker. "After all that?!' 

It is safe to say that he has fucked the living daylights out of you.

… And he was not even on top when he did so. 

Bucky shrugs. "Only one way to find out…" His eyes search for yours with hope. 

You finally look up at him with a small smile, your heart thumping as your fingers curl around the chain of his dog tags. "I would love to, Bucky." Before you could shy away, your now boyfriend has captured your lips in his. 

"Oh, and honey?"

"Yes… b- babe?"

"We really have to do something about those sassy little eye rolls of yours."  

I know I made him dominant but it's literally Bucky, how could I not?! 

[warnersister]

Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

Find the request here

Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had been courting you for a good few months now; much longer than he would any other woman. But he quite liked you so he was more than willing to make an exception for the lovely young lady that had just moved to the area.

🪖You’d moved for a fresh start, away from your past and to Birmingham. You’d packed your bags and left home and got on the train - taking it as far as it would go and got out when the conductor pleaded with you to disembark as they’d start the journey back to your beginnings.

🪖You’d accepted the job at The Garrison, noting the sign in the window as you aimlessly wandered the streets, mindlessly questioning your intentions. The sign in the window was almost a call from God and you hurried inside, being greeted by the bar man and a few raised eyebrows at the young girl with her life in a suitcase and hair all tangled. “Y’alright love? Look like you need a drink.” You shook your head. “A job is what I need. Still hiring?” You asked and he looked you over once. “When can you start?”

🪖So eleven months deep with a flat and a job you were quite happy in Birmingham. Your specialty straying away from being a barmaid and more towards being a hostess and front of house staff. You’d seat people and prepare the hotel lodgings upstairs, and arrange rooms and port for pesky business when it came down to it. And in the process you’d captured the attention of a certain blinder who believed he had no business interfering with the life of a young maiden just getting back on her feet, but you entertained him so who was he to be so austere and deny himself such pleasures?

🪖You were shutting shop on a Saturday night, footfall substantial and you’d finally managed to kick all drunkards out of the pub after much struggle and a bit of help from John Shelby, who’d tipped his hat and went on his merry way. You’d grabbed your coat of the hanger, hearing the door bell chime behind you “we’re closed” you announced, pivoting on your heel “I know.” That all familiar voice sounded and you peeked your head. “Alright, Tommy?” You ask, getting your bag and fastening your coat; preparing for a cold winter night in Birmingham.

🪖He stepped closer and you, in turn, stepped backwards until you were trapped against the bar. “This has gone on for long enough,” he says gruffly, staring deep into your eyes and studying your face. You’d raised your brows “what has, Tom?” He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You and I; ‘m so sick of seeing you and not being able to have you for myself.” He tells you, right arm wrapping around your waist and head dipping slightly.

🪖Your hand came up to hold him where he was and he stopped, in question. “Not like this Tommy.” You say, looking away but he grasps your chin gently to pull you back to face him. “Not like this?” He hums “Thomas, I’ve never..” you lead off hoping he’d understand what you were implying. He thought for a moment before it clicked. “Never?” You shook your head “never.” His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat “never.” He mumbled. “And how should I go about this the right way?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips and smiling slightly.

🪖“Dinner and a nice walk.” You say and he nods with a hum. “How’s tomorrow?” You shake your head “not leaving Harry to deal with your lot on a Sunday.” “When you next off?” He asks “Friday.” “Then we’ll go out on Friday.” You nod and smile, but point a judging finger at him. “No guns” he smiles “yes sweetheart, no guns.” “And no peaky business” he shakes his head “no business.” “No fighting either, at all” you warn and he chuckles “I promise” you lean your hand up to caress his face and he leans into your touch. “Take that bloody razor blade out of your cap too.” He raises a brow “how do you know about that?” “You underestimate the amount of times I’ve carried Arthur out of this bar and nearly sliced my hand on that thing.”

🪖“I want to see Thomas. No Shelby.” You say and he blinks. “Then Thomas you shall have.” “May I walk you home?” He asks and you smile up at him “you may” and he offers an arm to walk you to your house, looking forward to taking the last of your innocence the following Friday.

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie recently started attending his local synagogue, at first yes: to reconnect with his faith, but now it was to see the young woman who attended every day, volunteering as your father was the rabbi. Albeit that sounding wrong, Alfie thought the rabbi was bordering on ancient and you were younger than him, but you were nearly twenty six so that wasn’t too bad.. right?

🧸“Ah Mr Solomons, back again I see” the rabbi commented, noted the recent inclination of Alfie’s presence at the house of God. “Well, been trying to reconnect.” He told his superior. “With God or with my daughter?” The rabbi asked and Alfie’s brows rose. “E-excuse me?” He choked on his words. The rabbi smirked with a slight twinkle in his eye “I’m not stupid” “no, of course you’re not-” “I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing her.” Alfie quietened for a moment. “Well, y’see she’s a lovely young lady” “I agree, that’s how I raised her.” “And I’d like to ask her for dinner, with your blessing, f’course.” Alfie began to ramble but his elder cut him off.

🧸“Not with the business you’re in, Alfred.” And his mouth ran dry. “For her I’d get out of it, move to Morecambe, open a bakery, marry, have kids, y’know I’d raise them proper.” Rabbi Kaplan again hummed “but that sort of business isn’t the kind you can get out of, is it?” “You did, Abe.” Alfie corrects him and there’s a moment of contemplative silence. “You’re right I did. But no one hurts a rabbi.” “Then I’ll get ordained.” Alfie shrugged. Abraham looked at the man before him. “Gods punished me enough. He knows how much physical pain I’m in. And ‘m not gettin’ any younger. Neither’s she. ‘nd I never wanna be in this business anymore. Wanna settle down, dogs, kids, grandkids, the works.” Alfie says and Abe’s tongue protrudes from his lips to lick his dry lips as he thinks.

🧸“If I allow this, he’s watching.” The man looks up “I know.” “And if I allow this, she calls all the shots.” Alfie nods “wouldn’t have it any other way” “as in she says no, means no. She wants to go for a walk at two in the morning, you take her. She wants to come here, you bring her. She wants to get married, you wed her.” The man took two steps closer so him and Alfie were closer than any Rabbit should be with his child “she tells you to jump of the docks, you jump.” Alfie’s eyes don’t falter. “Done.” Abraham closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face “alright, you have my blessing.” Alfie nods, trying to suppress his glee, shaking the rabbi’s hand and walking towards the front of the synagogue where you were sat counting donations.

🧸“Excuse me missus” Alfie clears his throat and you look up at him, swallowing with a lump in his throat “yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to go for an eat to bite, I mean a bite to eat, I mean-” you giggle at him “yes Alfie I’d love to go out with you.” Alfie sighed in relief and smiled down at you noting how the rabbi had wandered off elsewhere. You sealed and locked the cash box, storing it where I belonged and Alfie held his arm out for you to take “shall we?” You grin back at him “we shall”

🧸You’d been seeing Alfie for going on several months, and today he’d arranged for a restaurant to be shut down in order for the two of you to enjoy some peace and quiet together. You’d enjoyed a lovely romantic meal, accompanied by a bouquet of white tulips and a sneaky kiss to Alfie’s cheek, which he was grateful that they were covered by a large beard - disguising his beat-red features.

🧸Alfie was walking you back to his house, as you’d both previously agreed that you’d stay for the night and head towards Morecambe Bay the following day: to pick out a cottage on the seafront.

🧸You had some clothes at Alfie’s house, for events such as this where you’d decided to stay or go elsewhere the following day without needing to drop back home for anything. You were uncoiling your hair, and your gentle giant came around to hug you from behind, kissing up your neck until you giggled from being tickled, turning to kiss his lips.

🧸Your eyes surveyed one another’s for a moment, him leaning back down to kiss you in a more seriously insinuating manner - sciatica obviously not bothering him today as he managed to pick you up and lead you to his bed. “Alfie wait,” you say quickly and the man immediately stopped “what’s wrong treacle? If y’don’t want to we’ll stop here ‘nd-” “no it’s not that” your left hand fiddled with the rings on your right “what’s wrong flower?” He caressed your cheek gently. “Alfie I’ve never done anything before.” You say and his brows form a line in confusion. “Y’what?” “Alfie I’m a virgin.” You say and time almost stands still, Alfie nearly felt sick as he’d been handling you like a woman of the night and not a dignified young lady of whom was vastly inexperienced. “‘M sorry alf.” You say, looking down. Alfie grasps your chin and forces your eyes to connect with his “it’s me who should be apologising, sweetness. Your old man didn’t know. ‘V been handling y’ like ‘y know what you’re doin’.” He says gently. “And if y’ don’t want to, we don’t have to.” “No Alfie I want to.” And you could swear you could see the hearts forming in his irises, lenses constricting into something unnatural but simultaneously not animalistic. “I’ll take good care ‘f y’ love, just lay down for Alfie and let ‘im work his magic, yeah?” He says, laying you back gently on the bed, vowing to handle you like a porcelain doll in a box of feathers.

Arthur🍺

🍺You were several years younger than Arthur, he never felt like you were - he was as immature as any lad two decades his senior, but with you he never felt his age.

🍺The peaky blinders had been invited to a lavish banquet, black tie, chandeliers, live orchestra, the works. And Arthur never shied away from an opportunity to show his lover off, especially when that dress hugged you perfectly and your matching black gloves made you look so dainty and proper. He was proud to waltz into that event, feeling almost smug with ‘such a babe’ on his arm.

🍺The evening began wonderfully, three courses, all of which Arthur found laughable as he questioned the waiter why his entree was only a piece of rocket and slice of undercooked stake. Drinks were flowing and he was happy to get tipsy while to congregated with Polly and Ada, smitten to see you engaging so well with his family and them requiting his adoration for her.

🍺You’d stood at the bar, trying to gain the attention of the bartender to order yourself another rum and coke and your date an umpteenth pint. “Hiya can I just have a rum and coke and an apple juice?” You ask the man and he raises an eyebrow. “He’s so drunk I don’t think he’ll tell the difference.” He laughs and nods, heading off to get the top of shelf rum Arthur had requested he’d serve you earlier.

🍺“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you and you peer left, a young gentlemen with slicked back black hair asked as he knocked back the rest of the whiskey he’d been nursing for a while, requesting another as well as your drinks being on him. “Yes lovely.” You say shortly. “Well I was just thinking-” he begins smugly, before hissing and you look back at him quickly to see whatever is the matter. His finger was drawing blood as the new glass he’d been given was chipped on the end, in turn slicing the edge of his finger. “Oh dear, here let me help” you grabbed one of the inscribed handkerchiefs from the pile and applied pressure on his finger, only noticing your proximity when he chuckled. “What a first acquaintance” you laugh and agree. “You’re good at this” he hums “nurse in the war.” You say, not really wanting to reflect on the past.

🍺“May I buy you another drink for your troubles? Or possibly dinner?” He inquires with an up quirked lip. “No thank-” “I think she’s quite happy with the fella she’s got, son.” An angered voice quipped from behind you through gritted teeth, an arm snaking around your waist as the boy’s face ran pale. “Mr Shelby, sorry she didn’t say-” “she shouldn’t have too. Now fuck off before I kick the living daylights out of ya.” Arthur threatens and the previously smug man makes himself scarce.

🍺“Arthur,” “c’mon. We’re leaving.” He says, dragging you through the crowds of people and hailing a taxi, still gentlemanly opening the door for you but clambering in beside you, the smoke billowing from his ears fogging the windows. “Fucking little boy thinking he can talk to my fuckin’ woman, fuckin’ bastard” he reiteratively mumbled under his breath until he reached his house, roughly taking you from the car and throwing a wad of cash at the driver.

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

[lordprettyflackotara]

nectar of the gods || colby brock

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ tw: best friend!colby, virginity loss, innocent reader for the most part, blood is like BRIEFLY mentioned, lots of praise, very fluffy if i’m being honest

“Just like that angel, spread your thighs apart for me,” Colby cooed. You could feel your face flush with embarrassment as you did as instructed, your silk night gown bunched around your waist. Your best friend’s pupil became blown with lust, his mouth watering at the sight of your exposed cunt. “Now take your fingers and spread your folds for me,” He ordered, his large hand palming his aching cock through his jeans. You had asked Colby to teach you how to touch yourself. Surely you could trust your best friend, right?

You spread your folds with your index and middle finger, avoiding Colby’s lustful gaze. “Look at me angel, look at me as you rub your clit in slow circles for me,” He said. You met his gaze, his face as flushed as yours. His words were only making you wetter, your fingers slowly circling your clit as instructed. “Good girl, just like that. Doesn’t that feel good?” Colby asked teasingly. It wasn’t apart of the deal that he touched himself, but the brunette couldn’t take it anymore. You were just so innocent, your cross necklace still dangling from your neck as you put on the world’s most sinful show for him. “So good Colbs,” You whimpered, the pleasure beginning to build in your stomach. Colby bit his bottom lip as he finally had his shaft in hand, stroking it at the sight of your wet cunt.

Corrupting your innocence was just so fucking intoxicating, the brunette honored you trusted him to ask him to teach you this. “Now slowly put them inside,” Colby ordered softly. Your eyebrows raised just in the slightest. “I-inside?” You stuttered. Not only were you a virgin, but you had never even tried to finger yourself? Colby could’ve came right there and then. “It won’t hurt angel, not with how wet you are for me,” He cooed. He ran his thumb over his slit, watching in awe as you slowly dipped your fingers into your cunt. “Now curl them,” Colby said. The sinful moan that escaped your lips was heavenly to his ears, the brunette stroking his cock faster.

“Colby?”

His blue eyes strayed from your cunt, meeting your gaze. Your doe eyes met his, your plump lips dying to be kissed. “Hmm?” He replied, his hand still pumping his shaft. You continued to move your fingers, small whimpers escaping your throat. “I-it doesn’t feel like I can reach deep enough to make myself feel like, um, really good,” You admitted shyly. Colby’s eyes widened as your cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Maybe you could help me?"

Colby thought his heart had stopped for a second, his mouth running dry. "O-Of course," He stuttered. He climbed towards you on the bed, your sweet eyes looking up at him for guidance. Colby slowly grabbed your wrist, pulling your fingers out of your aching cunt. He brought them to his lips, sucking your juices off of your digits. You tasted so sweet, the brunette gaining the urge to devour you until you were squirming. Colby attempted to maintain his composure, not wanting to overwhelm you. You were an innocent little thing, one that needed to be handled with the upmost care. He sucked your fingers clean, before guiding his index and middle fingers to your mouth. "Open," He mumbled. You maintained eye contact as you opened your mouth, your best friend putting his fingers on top of your tongue. "Suck," Colby said. You seemed puzzled, beginning to suck at his fingers like candy. "Make em nice and wet for me, yeah? Wanna make sure you can take em," Colby explained. Your eyebrows relaxed, your head bobbing up and down on his fingers.

The sight of you sucking his fingers so desperately only made his cock ache more. Colby bit his bottom lip to maintain composure, not wanting to groan just yet. This needed to be about you. His innocent best friend. He removed his fingers from your mouth, bringing his index finger to your aching cunt. "You're sure about this?" Colby asked hesitantly. It wasn't like he didn't want to, the brunette so horny his hips threatening to hump the mattress to produce some sort of friction. "Please Colby, want you to make me feel good," You whined. The brunette settled in between your thighs, admiring your sex as you nervously stared down at him. You were borderline shaking, biting the inside of your cheek. You trusted Colby, he had been your best friend since pre school. But you had never done anything like this before, the delicious craving you had foreign and unusual. On top of all of that, you had never felt more vulnerable.

Colby placed a soft kiss over the stretch marks that were on your inner thighs, looking up at you. "Relax angel, I got you," He whispered. He slowly slid his index finger inside of you, your gummy walls clinging to his singular digit. The brunette bit his bottom lip, amazed as how tight you were. Your walls fluttered around him as he curled his finger upwards, finding your g spot with ease. You were embarrassed at moan that left your lips, your cheeks flushing red. "Such pretty noises. Let it out for me," Colby praised. He continued to slowly curl his finger, before slowly inserting his second one. He could feel your walls clenching around him now, his cock only aching more and more. Your eyes were screwed shut, your hips bucking upwards. You were signaling to him you wanted more, and you wanted more now. Colby curled his fingers faster inside of you, admiring your glistening cunt. "Can I taste you?" He whispered, in disbelief he allowed the words to escape his mouth. You curiously peered down at him, trying to formulate words as he finger fucked you.

"Taste...?" You said slowly, your word sounding more like a question. Colby nodded, his own cheeks beginning to flush pink. "Like this," He explained. His breath fanned over your folds for a minute, waiting to see if you'd stop him. He wanted nothing more then for you to be comfortable. This was all about you. You were the star of the show. The only thing that mattered. You shuddered as he licked up your folds, his fingers beginning to pick up the pace once more. Your eyes widened as you moaned his name. "Fuck, yes, Colby!" You panted. Colby grinned into your cunt as your head fell back onto the pillow, his lips beginning to suck at your clit. A foreign feeling was arising in you, your stomach tightening and eyebrows furrowed. You felt fucking euphoric, your noises unholy as Colby lapped at your clit. Your thighs involuntarily squeezed his head, causing the brunette to moan into your sex. The vibrations only sent you more into a frenzy. "Colbs, so good, I-I," You slurred, your hips bucking upwards. Colby watched you cum on his fingers, groaning as your thighs shook around his head.

He was in heaven, watching you come down from your high. He slowly pulled away from your cunt, sucking your juices off of is fingers. Your pussy tasted like fucking nectar. You seemed spent, face flushed and heart pounding. Colby began to redress himself, your small hand stopping him. "Colbs..." You started awkwardly. You were still regaining your breath, licking your dry lips. His blue eyes met yours. "Yes angel?" He replied. Your next words were ones Colby thought he would only hear in his fantasies. "I want you. You know, all the way," You admitted sheepishly. Colby blinked, his brain taking a few seconds to process your request. "We don't have to, this was all for you, don't worry about me," Colby rambled. You brought your soft hand to his cheek, cupping the skin. "Please," You whispered. Colby admired your beauty for a moment. Your plump lips and soft eyes. Who was he to deny you of your request? He brought himself closer to you, shoving his shirt over his head before bringing his lips to yours. The two of you had pecked each other before. Being best friends since pre school meant lots of spin the bottle games and dares through out your middle and high school years.

But this. This was different. He could still taste the cherry candy you were sucking on earlier, your lip gloss dancing across his tastebuds along with it. You were intoxicating and you didn't even know it, your legs opening wider. Colby brought himself on top of you, awkwardly rushing to shove his pants and boxers down. You giggled as he struggled to, letting out a nervous chuckle as he finally managed to get them off and toss them aside. "We can stop at any point, just say the word," Colby said firmly. His cock was a mere inch away from your aching slick. "Colbs i'm fine I promise," You insisted. Your core was aching. This ache. This desire. Your body was screaming for it's new found release. One that you wanted Colby to give you. Colby wasn't a virgin by any means. If anything he was a retired player from his high school years. He was more then experienced. But yet you made him feel like he was losing his virginity all over again. He held up his pinky. "Pinky promise?" He said. You laced your small pinky with his, giving him one of your sickeningly sweet smiles. "I pinky promise," You repeated.

Colby kissed your lips, pecking to your cheek, then down to your neck. "You're gonna feel a bit of a stretch angel, but don't worry, I got you," He huffed. He brought his cock to your cunt, rubbing his tip up and down your folds to collect your slick. He placed sloppy kisses onto your neck as he began to push inside of you, pain striking up your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as he slowly made his way inside of you. Your walls were clinging desperately to his cock, the brunette groaning into your skin. "Fucking hell, so tight," He grunted. Colby continued to kiss and suck at your neck, hoping to help relax your body as he bottomed out inside of you. His tip brushed against your g spot, the new sensation causing you to moan. Colby slithered one of his hands down to your clit, drawing slow circles around the bud to help you loosen up. "That feel good?" He asked teasingly, noting the way your walls were beginning to relax around him. Your head was tilted back, giving him access to your sweet spot on your neck. Colby sucked at the sensitive skin, beginning to move his hips. Your unholy noises were sounds of encouragement, his lips littering your neck with hickies.

Colby finally released your neck, admiring the fresh brown and red marks that he had created. He planted his hands by your head, balancing himself as he thrust into you. He watched your cross necklace bounce up and down as he began to properly fuck you. "That feels so fucking good Colby, oh- oh my- fuck," You babbled, meeting his loving gaze. You had never looked more beautiful, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as you moaned for him. "Go faster, please, need more," You pleaded. Colby grinned at your request, fucking you more aggressively. "You're doing so well angel, taking me so well," He praised. Your walls were so tight Colby was holding himself back, your cunt milking him. "This feel good? Am I making you feel good?" Colby asked teasingly. It was in both of your natures to tease the other, the habit not faltering as his hips snapped into yours. "So much better than I-I could've imagined," You sputtered. Your ability to form comprehensible thoughts or words was disappearing, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Colby fucked you.

You were angelic like this, your mouth spewing curses and pure filth as his cock abused your g spot. He began to nip and suck at the other side of your neck, determined to leave as many marks on you as possible. Colby felt your walls squeeze him once more, your final orgasm close. "You're such a good girl. My good girl," Colby praised, his breath hot against your skin. You moaned out a curse, your nails digging into his back. "Go on angel, be my good girl and cum on my cock for me," He encouraged. His praise sent you over the edge, your body shaking and thighs trembling as you came around his cock. Through gritted teeth Colby held back his own orgasm, meeting your fucked out gaze. "Where do you want me love?" He asked. The pleasure was overwhelming, your cunt becoming overstimulated as he continued to thrust into you. "Inside, need it so bad," You whimpered. Colby groaned your name as he came inside of your cunt, both of you panting messes. He forced himself to pull it together, pulling his cock out of you. A light layer of blood and your cum stained his shaft, the brunette glancing up at you. Your beautiful eyes were fluttered shut, your breathing slow and even.

"Cmon angel lets get you cleaned up. You gotta pee then we'll get in the bath," Colby cooed. In a dazed state you nodded, allowing your best friend to scoop you into his arms bridal style. You laid your head on his tattooed chest, the brunette placing a soft kiss against your forehead. He knew there was no way the two of you could go back to being friends after this, and he was more than okay with that.

[starzblvd]

Is she all that you want? Is she all that you need?

marriagecouncler!reader x married!ellie, cheating, mid/late twenties, fluff + suggestive, smoking an; i thought of this during one of my classes and i can’t tell if this idea is stupid or not but still came out longer than i thought bye, obvi i don’t actually condone cheating

marriagecouncler!reader that choose this job for being an absolute natural in the matchmaking field. You’ve paired countless couples, take your very first perfect pairing Tommy and Maria, constant on and offs with absolute no pay off, after secret private meetings with both of them since you really had no qualifications yet, you not only rekindled their relationship to on again but now they stuck onto each other like superglue, so marriage counseling should be a piece of cake! The beginning of your career was easy cruising, teaching communication skills for poor strained and confused couples in need. Work was a whole lot easier when you weren’t attracted to your client though.

marriagecouncler!reader who’s leaned over her desk to reach across with an outstretched manicured hand to her newest clients, Ellie Williams and Cat somethinglastname. They went way back marrying young at twenty and had only started dating each other in senior year of highschool. Of course you weren’t there to judge, but both of them looked completely tired of each other. The way they looked at each other was as passionate as a stranger you would bump into. You sat back down into your leather chair assessing both of them and their story how getting married at 20 was probably the worst thing they ever choose to do with their free will, Ellie though was something you had to analyze for yourself. Short tussled auburn hair strayed into a bun, freckled cheeks kissed by the sun too hard burning them a bit pink, a lean and toned build you caught onto once seeing her forearms in her tattered brown flannel.

marriagecouncler!reader looking hopeless with a hand under the chin at the couple situated on complete opposite sides of the love seat, “No, no. I never said you couldn’t hang out with Dina i just said you really shouldn’t if you know what’s good for our marriage.”

“Hello are you hearing yourself? That’s the same thing! She’s been my friend since middle school and you want to ice me out because she asked me to be JJ’s godmother and you think she wants me to be her new mommy too?”

Cat had both her arms and legs crossed and looked like she was ready to chew out Ellie and whatever words she had left. She combed through her short bob, glancing back at you staring at you with a “see what I have to deal with?” stare. The session was coming to its end and most of it was spent spatting which they could’ve done at home like they usually do free of charge.

“Okay so we really have to instill some skill like tools-“

“Save it. We’re out, don’t want your overtime fee, see you.” Cat yanked her jacket from the middle of the cushions and saw herself out the door, she wasn’t going to cooperate that was for sure. Ellie sighed, sunken down into her own separate island feeling embarrassed over her grown wife’s tantrum, her eyes looked tired similar to an old weary dog.

“I’m sorry, i’m sure it wasn’t her intention to come off that rude.” She looked so defeated and so fine. It felt heated in your office or maybe it was just yourself, you looked back at her apologetically because it would be anything but unprofessional to gang up on the other partner.

“Do you still even want her?” It was like the words struck out of you, the thought that threatened to slip out from you the entire hour came out like a barrel from a sawed off shotgun.

marriagecouncler!reader who was being stared down at by Ellie with a look that crossed terrified and confusion together. As fast as you said that was as fast as the regret settled in, you sat up to scramble an apology before Ellie interrupted with her reply,

“At the time when we got together I must have, I mean I was happy enough to let her puncture her design into my skin,” she grinned coyly raising her tatted forearm from the armrest, she honestly looked so cute defeated you looked at her hopelessly again, but not out of pity, more so that you know this was going hard case for your personal sake.

marriagecouncler!reader that suggests separate, alone, one on one counseling sessions! You schedule Cat at an earlier time save Ellie for your last session so the thought of having to hurry along to get the next client in the chair wasn’t a problem. Instead of working on instilling those ’skillful tools’ like promised, you found that talking about your interests was so much more interesting. From those long running sessions you now know about her life long passion for the stars above and how convinced she use to be and probably still is that a constellation is in the scatter of her freckles, or how she’s equally talented in drawing and writing. Ellie would warm up hotter each session, from sitting 6 feet apart to scooting her seat right in front of your desk to elaborate further on whatever she talked about, eventually she asked if you would like to come over, sort of.

“All my guitars every single one of them, made by hand, by my dad,”

“You should let me hear you play sometime,”

“I mean if you came over..”

marriagecouncler!reader that found herself in Ellie’s shared estate with Cat, coincidentally while Cat was busy away at work. You knew Ellie’s wife and you were sure she wouldn’t mind! Now on their couch, you watched Ellie flustered while telling you even more of her life before marriage, how Joel was the person to get her to pick up a guitar in the first place after seeing how the move across the country at fourteen bummed her out. She took a guitar off the wall that was engraved with the same moth and fern on her made from mahogany wood and plated in silver frets,

“This one’s my favorite, she was a wedding gift and the one I mostly play on, here let me-“

The headstock of the guitar knocked over an altoids can off the short legged table, now opened you could see the pre-rolled joints stashed inside

“fuck.”

marriagecouncler!reader that has a smoke sesh on a married couples bed. Only after Ellie explained on a rant how she didn’t get high all the time and it was just that the stress was grinding her down to dust, being understanding you told her you couldn’t care less. So, maybe asking if you wanted to light one wasn't outside the realm of boundaries.

“My lighters in the room i’m not allowed to sleep in anymore, cmon follow me,”

She lit one up for you to share amongst yourselves right there without bothering to move back down, at first you just enjoyed each others face, looking, batting eyes and wasting time instead of acting out what both of you wanted to do, both of you still waiting on the other. Her dimmed eyes were like a lure steering you in, “i think we know what this.” it came out as a whisper from you, not needing to speak up since she was right in front of you.

Ellie was still a bit timid as the first time you met her, but now with more of air of confidence.

“I never denied you before,” you didn’t know if to thank the weed or her pure surge of impulse, but you were really fucking grateful she kissed you first when you leaned in impossibly close to her.

If Cat really was all Ellie needed she wouldn’t have her hands squeezing your hips and using the hold she had on you to push down onto her raised knee so you could get yourself off humping her and into her. She let you comb the layers in her hair with your fingers while kissing you as needy as she was for not being very active as of late.

marriagecouncler!reader that comes to the conclusion that divorce isn’t a shameful thing at all, but a new path for an opportunity of happiness in a new lasting love! Ellie nodded in complete compliance like the idea hadn’t struck her sooner or that you hadn’t both planned this in the back door of her kitchen while you were one step outside with your tousled hair and inside out crinkled top. The familiar sound of Cat’s car pulling up in the driveway dissolved the moment into a panic of Ellie jumping into her jeans while you picked up your tossed bra from the lamp shade. You rushed to the bottom floor on your tippy toes down the stairs, Ellie following suite whisper screaming “Kitchen! door outside in kitchen!” You wish you had the privilege of privacy, but you can’t really do that in someone else’s house and for the reason of hiding an affair. Turning the doorknob and throwing the door against the outside wall you bent over to slide into your kitten heels giggling a goodbye,

“Call me when you miss me yeah?”

“Too corny to ask to call you mine and call off this matrimony?” Ellie stood perched on the doorway with that forsaken grin she pulls out each time she gets flustered, she sounded like an absolute dork despite an absolute dick for being a cheater in her shared home.

Back in your office Cat cracked a smile for the first time ever, she took out a pen from her own purse and signed the documents you oh so suddenly conveniently had on hand.

marriagecouncler!reader that has to stay a secret for a few months so Ellie didn’t look like two faced whore. Driving to the next town over to have dinner in public in her new sports car because when’s a better time to treat yourself than setting yourself free from a draining relationship? As much as she had to keep things private from everyone else she always made sure to let you know how much she loved you even if it wasn’t in words all time, whether it be in the way she got intimate with you, holding you like an anchor to herself or how she helped you in practically whatever you asked. Around the 7 month mark you both did have to work out a new story as to to how you met for the sake of saving yourselves of having to serve the dirty details to everybody.

marriagecouncler!reader that has an awkward reencounter with Tommy and Maria in the backyard of Joel’s house during a family get together as Ellie’s new girlfriend.

[milunalupin]

— every little thing she does

james potter x reader ★ 1k words

part two to all-american <3

The last plate clinked onto the counter, signaling the end of your shift. You wiped your hands on your apron and slung your coat over your shoulder, ready to head out. The diner had quieted down after the usual dinner rush, and the last few stragglers were finishing their meals. It had been a long, tiring evening, but the thought of curling up with a book at home made the exhaustion feel worth it.

“Hey, someone’s here for you,” Amelia, your coworker, sang through the order window, her voice bubbling with excitement. You had just changed out of your uniform, coat in hand as you had been preparing to leave when the other waitress had called out to you.

"Who?" you asked, already pulling your bag over your shoulder.

Amelia's grin widened, her gaze flicking toward the diner’s large front window. “A cute guy—dark hair, tall, looks like he’s been standing out there forever, poor thing. He’s got this bouquet, too.” She said the last part like it was a secret, her tone playful.

Before you could ask any more questions, Amelia was already grinning at you, clearly enjoying the surprise. “He looks like he’s waiting for you. You better go check it out, girl.”

James is wet.

So is the bouquet of (flowers) he'd conjured up to present to you. He’d been standing in the pouring rain for what felt like ages, the excitement of seeing you mingling with the nerves that made his stomach flutter. It had been exactly one week since he’d been blessed with your existence, and every moment since had been a mix of longing and exhilaration.

“James!” The call pulled him from his thoughts. He was suddenly yanked by his sleeve out of the rain and under the diner’s striped awning, his heart racing as he finally saw you.

Your name escaped his lips in a lovesick sigh, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. You stood there with your cheeks flushed from the warmth of the diner compared to the chill of the rain outside. Specks of mascara freckled the skin under your eyes, and stray curls framed your face, having escaped from your fallen ponytail. You looked utterly enchanting, and for a moment, he forgot all about the rain.

“James, you’re soaked!” you exclaimed, laughter dancing in your voice as you took in his disheveled appearance. The bouquet of flowers, though a little worse for wear, still held a certain charm, droplets of rain glistening on the petals.

“I'll dry off sooner or later,” he replied, his voice a bit sheepish as he offered the bouquet, the flowers bobbing slightly in the drizzle. “They’re not exactly at their best, but—”

You cut him off with a laugh, gently taking the flowers and cradling them against your chest. “They’re lovely, thank you. I can't believe you actually showed up with flowers.”

“Anything for you,” he said, his tone earnest as he looked deep into your eyes.

“Well are you going to stand there all day, or are you taking me somewhere?” you teased, a playful smile on your lips.

“Right! I have a plan,” he said, recovering quickly.

“Alright then, lead the way!” you laughed, slipping your arm through his as he guided you away from the awning and back into the rain.

The two of you made your way to a cozy bar tucked away on a side street, its warm glow inviting you inside. As you entered, the atmosphere wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, the chatter of patrons and the clinking of glasses creating a welcoming ambiance. You found a booth in the back by the fireplace, the low lighting and rustic décor making it feel instantly relaxed. James ordered drinks—two warm ciders to warm you both up—and you smiled as he walked back to your table, his easy demeanor making your heart flutter.

"So, tell me," James said, leaning forward slightly, his hands wrapped around his mug. "You’re American, right? But you’ve been living in London for a while now, that’s got to be a big change."

You smiled at the sudden curiosity in his voice, feeling that familiar question coming. "Yeah, I moved here a couple of months ago for work, and it's been great so far."

“Work, huh?” James raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s a bit of a jump from home. I mean, interesting that you’d move all the way here.. for an American-themed diner?”

You caught yourself for a moment, then laughed, shaking your head. "No, I'm just there a few nights a week. I work in.. foreign affairs. Just paperwork and stuff, really boring. Anyway, I’d much rather hear about you."

As you settled into conversation, the rain outside continued to fall softly, creating a comforting backdrop. James talked animatedly about his friends and personal life, his passion evident in every word. You listened, captivated by the way he shared stories of his teammates and their antics, his laughter infectious.

And then, just as you were lost in the rhythm of his words, something unexpected happened. He was telling a particularly funny story about his roommate's antics when his hand shot out to emphasize a point, accidentally knocking his cider glass precariously close to the edge of the table. It wobbled, teetered, and in an instant, it was almost on its way to disaster.

Instinctively, you reached out, your hand brushing against his as you tried to save the glass. The cider glass wavered, frozen in the air as if it, too, was caught in the shock of the moment. It felt as though time slowed—each second stretching longer than the last—as you locked eyes, both of you startled, your heart racing from the unexpected moment.

It wasn’t just the shock of nearly spilling the cider—it was the awareness that you were caught. And as the glass, finally steady, settled back into its place, the room seemed to sigh with relief.

"Was that you or me?" he asked, a playful grin spreading across his face.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest. There was a magic in the air—one that felt entirely different from the spells you knew.

James grinned, his voice laced with mischief. “Well, I did promise the night would be magical.”

[agentstarkid]

MORE THAN WORDS ✦ ROY KENT

✦ SUMMARY: On her birthday, he gives her everything—thoughtful surprises, quiet moments, and the kind of love only he knows how to show. But in the end, it’s not just about the presents. It’s about him, about them, and about a love that neither of them ever expected to find.

✦ WORD COUNT: 1.6K

✦ WARNINGS: language, fluff, teeny tiny age gap and very light allusions to sex — english is not my first language!

✦ MAY'S RADIO: HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO THE QUEEN—MRS. ROY KENT HERSELF—TALLY A.K.A. @onceuponaoneshotfanfic!! 🥳🎂🎉 Never thought I'd be writing for Roy-o (and to be fair, this was terrifying 😅) but one does crazy things for their best friend, right? 🤪 Don't know if I got him right, but this is my honest attempt—this feels like showing Michelangelo the sculpture you made with sticks and glue 😮‍💨😆 Thank you for being your amazing self, Talita de mi corazón! 💖

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The first thing you see when you wake up is Roy Kent, standing beside the bed, holding a ridiculous little tiara in his rough hands. His face is serious, the permanent scowl intact, but there’s something soft in his eyes, something that makes your heart squeeze in your chest.

“Happy fucking birthday, my love,” he mutters, reaching forward to place the tiara on your head with a gentleness that doesn’t match his usual gruff demeanor. His fingers linger in your hair, brushing lightly over your temple before trailing down your jaw. “You’re wearing this all day. No arguments.”

You blink at him, still groggy, still processing, but then you catch the tiniest twitch of his lips—his version of a smile—and you let out a breathy laugh.“You got me a tiara?”

He grunts, his knuckles grazing your cheek. “'Course I did. You’re a fucking queen.”

You sit up, adjusting the tiara slightly before looking at him. “This is adorable. You’re adorable.”

Roy scoffs, but his ears turn pink. “Shut up.” Then, before you can protest, he bends down and presses a lingering, rough kiss to your forehead, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. “Get up. Got plans for you.”

The moment you step into the kitchen, the smell of coffee and something sweet hits you. Roy’s already there, setting a plate down on the table—pancakes shaped like hearts.

You gasp. “Did you make these?”

Roy crosses his arms, but before he can look away, you catch the faintest ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "Tried, didn’t I?" he mutters, then, as if unable to help himself, reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just a second too long. "Wanted ‘em to be perfect for you."

You can tell they aren’t perfect—some edges a little wonky, one slightly burnt—but the fact that Roy fucking Kent made heart-shaped pancakes for you is enough to make your chest feel too full.

“Roy,” you say, voice soft. “This is the sweetest thing—”

“Eat,” he interrupts, sitting across from you. His foot nudges yours under the table, a casual, grounding touch. “Got a whole fucking day planned.”

“You’re being so romantic,” you tease, cutting into a pancake. “Who are you, and what have you done with my grumpy bear?”

He grumbles but doesn’t deny it. Instead, he rests his elbow on the table and reaches over to thumb a bit of syrup off the corner of your mouth. “Just shut up and eat, sunshine.”

The tiara stays on your head all morning. Every time you reach up to adjust it, Roy grumbles, “Don’t even think about taking it off.” And when you catch your reflection in the mirror, the delicate sparkle of it nestled in your hair, you can’t help but smile.

Roy’s watching you from the doorway, arms crossed, his usual scowl softened just a bit. “What?” you tease, turning to face him.

He shakes his head, stepping closer until he’s right behind you, hands finding your waist and chin resting on your right shoulder. “You just… you look fucking happy.”

“I am happy,” you murmur, leaning into him. “You did all this, Roy.”

His throat bobs, and he looks away for a second, like taking in that truth is too much for him. But then he clears his throat and huffs, “Well, don’t get used to it. It’s a special occasion.”

You laugh, poking his side. “You’re such a liar.”

The first stop of the day is a bookstore, because Roy knows you. He knows books make you happy, and he wants you happy today—and always—. As soon as you step inside, he grabs a basket and shoves it into your hands.

“You get whatever the fuck you want,” he orders. “All of it.”

Your eyes widen. “Roy, that’s not—”

“Don’t argue with me on your birthday.” He levels you with a glare, but there’s something playful in it. “Or ever, really.”

You smirk, dragging your fingers across the spines of books. “This is your worst nightmare, isn’t it? Letting me loose in a bookstore?”

“Fucking terrifying.” He fake sighs, trailing behind you, but there’s a teasing glint in his eyes. He loves seeing you happy, and truth be told, he’d pull the fucking moon from the sky if you asked him to. “But you love it, so.”

And that’s Roy in a nutshell, isn’t it? Pretending to grumble but still making sure you get exactly what you want. 

And just like that, the day unfolds in a way you never could have expected. Roy doesn’t just celebrate you—he worships you. Thirty presents, each one carefully chosen, each one more thoughtful than the last. The original Wizard of Oz screenplay and the actual red, sparkly shoes Dorothy wore—your absolute favorite movie brought to life in a way you never dreamed possible. Things that must have taken him forever to find. And then there are the smaller things, the inside-joke things, the memories woven into gifts that only you and he would understand.

There’s a midday picnic in the park, where Roy sits with his legs stretched out, letting you rest against his chest as you read to him. When you glance up at him, he’s watching you, eyes softer than usual, completely absorbed in the sound of your voice—He doesn’t complain when you dramatically change voices for different characters, just keeps one arm around you, occasionally pressing a kiss to your temple, your shoulder, your hair.

There’s an afternoon tea reservation at a fancy little café, where Roy glares at the tiny sandwiches and mutters, “Where the fuck is the real food?” but still lets you feed him a macaron.

And then, there’s the moment he takes you to a small private theater, just the two of you, and hands you the present—the one that makes your breath catch.

The original Pride and Prejudice manuscript.

You nearly drop it. “Roy—”

He shifts on his feet, clearing his throat. “Yeah, it, uh… took a while. And cost a fucking fortune, but—”

You throw your arms around him, cutting off whatever he was about to say. “I love you.”

His arms come around you instantly, holding you tight. “Yeah, yeah. Knew that.”

You pull back slightly, just enough to see the tenderness in his dark eyes. “You're not even gonna pretend to be surprised?”

He smirks, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Why the fuck would I be surprised? 'Course you love me. I'm very fucking lovable.”

You laugh, nudging his chest playfully. “Debatable.”

Roy raises an eyebrow, lips twitching. “You wanna debate it? 'Cause I got around twenty more gifts back there that say otherwise.”

Your heart swells, and you shake your head with a grin. “No need. I already know you're the best.”

He fake sighs, shaking his head as if burdened by the weight of his own perfection. “Finally, she admits it. Took long enough.”

The final present—gift number thirty—comes when the day is winding down. You’re curled up with him on the couch, exhaustion settling into your limbs in the best way.

He hands you an envelope, his fingers lingering against yours as you take it.

When you open it, you find a letter—handwritten, messy but careful, every word him.

You deserve the world, but all I can give you is me. I know it’s not always easy, but every year you’ve spent loving me has made me a better man. You’ve seen me at my worst, my most unbearable, and still, you stay. You make me laugh when I want to punch something. You make me feel like I’m more than what the world sees. You’re my fucking sunshine, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. I don’t say it enough, but I fucking adore you. Happy birthday, my love.

Tears prick at your eyes, and when you look up, Roy is already watching you, a rare expression of vulnerability on his face.

“Roy…”

Before you can say anything else, he gets down on one knee—on his knee, the one that’s given him hell for years, making the moment even more significant—and pulls out a small velvet box. When he opens it, the ring inside is simple, elegant, perfect.

Your breath catches, hands flying to your mouth.

“I don’t want another year to go by without you knowing that I want every fucking one of them with you,” he says, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “Marry me, sunshine.”

Tears spill down your cheeks as you nod, unable to form words. Before you can even catch your breath, Roy’s hands are on your face, pulling you into a kiss that steals what little air you have left. It’s not just a kiss—it’s a claim, a promise, a fucking declaration. It’s every ounce of love, devotion, and need he has for you poured into one mind-blowing, knee-weakening kiss. You cling to him, fingers curling into his shirt, feeling his heart hammer against yours.

When he finally pulls back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his voice is low, rough, filled with something dark and heady. "Gonna spend the rest of my life worshiping my wife—might as well start tonight. Gotta make sure we have a very happy marriage."

A shiver runs down your spine, and you barely have time to laugh before he’s scooping you up and carrying you to the bedroom, proving in every possible way just how much he means it. Roy slips the ring onto your finger, then pulls you into his arms, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

And in that moment, you know—you already had the best birthday of your life. But this? This is the start of the rest of it.

[butchreg]

cg ! sevika headcanons !!

requested by @transsfish and @thekiddointhecorner ! i made it into one post bc both asked for headcanons and i thought it would just be neater to make one longer post instead of two smaller ones. honestly i don't have a ton of thoughts on her but i 100% see her as a caregiver for regressor ! jinx and isha so pullin' a bit from there. i love her a lot though :3 arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

cw / tws : talk of smoking near the end

literally the most protective mama bear !! she's always holding your hand , making sure you're never too far from her. like vi she's not afraid to fight for you literally and if you ever stray too far she'll have all her typical goons on the case. she'd put you on a kiddo leash if she had to , being a firm mama especially when it comes to your safety. anyone who even looks at you funny gets a fist to the face, not to even mention those who dare say something rude.

she's not very physically affectionate, finding it difficult to let down her tough exterior but she's very verbally affectionate. she's always looking out for you, doing little things like blowing on your food to cool it down, "ah ah ah, careful now."

she's always chuckling at things you do which makes you feel all warm and cozy. she's gotta keep up her image of being the cold scary person most zaunites know her as but she's a real softie with you though she won't admit it to anyone else. anyone who tries to suggest this notion gets threatened with a fist but if you were to mention it she'd shake her head, chuckling. "got me there kid," she'll say ruffling your hair.

you call her mama bear due to her protectiveness. she'll call you her cub sometimes. most times, however, you're "kid".

she's not great at comforting you when you're upset but she does her very best. she'll let you cry or rant or whatever you need, giving you a gruff "i'm right here, kid." she'll pat your shoulder a bit awkwardly. "come on now, let it all out."

she's big on her coffee. you want to be just like mama and have some too ! you're always trying to sneak a sip from her mug. she never lets you... usually. one day she holds it out to you before you even ask. eagerly you take a big gulp only to spit it out immediately. "BLEGH!" she chuckles. "told ya you wouldn't like it, kid. how about some hot cocoa instead?" after that you don't ask for her coffee anymore. you always make a big stink when she's brewing it around you. how could it smell so good and taste so bad ?

mama sevika who carefully learns how to braid so she can do her cub's hair if you're a girl or even just a regressor with longer hair. with her prosthetic arm and bigger hands it takes a while for her to get the hang of it but she's super determined. she's so proud when she's done.

somedays she brings you into work, setting you up with some trinkets and little bits and bobs to play with on the floor next to her. if you get bored she'll explain her work to you or let you sit on her lap while she works. walking home together she holds your hand. "we had a good day today, huh kid?"

she's always making sure you drink enough water, getting you a clear bottle so she can see how much you've had. if you drink it all she's giving you a warm smile and a high five. she's quick to offer you praise. "nice job, cub." if you don't drink enough she's never angry but she gets worried about your health. "c'mon kid why don't you have a few more sips, we don't want you fainting now."

she's big on juice too. at mealtime she'll pour you a nice cool glass of apple juice. every other part of the day she'll push you to drink water but mealtime is juice time ! she's partial to apple herself but she'll buy whatever flavor you want though she may tease you good-naturedly if you're the type of kiddo who prefers orange juice over apple.

sevika who's typically a big smoker doing her best to cut back for you. she likes walking when it's cold enough for her to see her breath, she can almost pretend that it's smoke from a cigar. she tries chewing toothpicks but often gets cranky or moody when the cravings are worse.

sevika doesn't have tons of rules for you but she's very firm in the ones she does have, reminding you if you fuss that she's only trying to keep you safe. she doesn't really put up with fussing over her rules, she's very no nonsense. she'd never put a hand on you but she's not shy about giving you time outs or giving stern talking tos.

mama sevika who always carefully cuts up your food into tiny bites. she has you feed yourself unless you're extra tiny but she makes sure it's nice and easy for you to eat and that you won't choke. you do protest though when you find your spaghetti cut up because that means you can't swirl it on your fork.

[yassbishimvintage]

Big Dude

Warnings: None. Fluffy fluff.

A/N: Look I was inspired by 'Bitch I'm Big Dude.' And yes this fic has two songs that inspired it

Imani stood at the laundry table, folding work clothes and neatly stacking Terry’s shirts. The rhythmic beat of Big Boogie’s song thumped from the speaker on the kitchen counter, filling the house with energy. She bobbed her head to the music, the lyrics pulling a smirk onto her face.

As the song hit the chorus—"Bitch, I'm big dude"—she glanced out the window and froze for a moment. There he was, Terry, outside in the driveway, spraying down his truck. His shirt was tossed over the edge of the bed, and the water from the hose glistened on his back, tracing the definition of his muscles as they flexed with every movement.

Imani bit her lip, her smile widening. She leaned slightly against the counter, watching him work with casual precision, completely unaware of the effect he was having on her. The lyrics of the song played in perfect sync with her thoughts. It really does apply to him, she thought with a soft chuckle. Big dude, indeed.

Terry turned slightly, catching her watching through the window. He smirked, giving her a playful wink before turning back to rinse the tires. Imani rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling.

She folded another shirt, shaking her head. “Lord, you blessed me with that man for sure,” she muttered to herself, still swaying to the beat of the music. Moments like these reminded her how much she loved the little routines of their life together.

Imani’s smile lingered as Terry stepped through the door, towel slung over his shoulder, beads of water still clinging to his skin. His shirtless frame filled the doorway, muscles taut from the workout of cleaning the truck. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, twisting the cap off and taking a long drink.

Her eyes followed the path of the water dripping down his neck and chest. “Enjoying the view, Ms. Carter?” he teased, catching her staring.

She chuckled, folding a pair of his socks. “Just admiring my hardworking boyfriend.”

Terry smirked, wiping the sweat from his brow with the towel. “Oh, I see how it is. Big Boogie got you in your feelings, huh?” he teased, referencing the song still playing.

Imani rolled her eyes playfully. “Please, the music's not even the reason. You’re walking around looking like a thirst trap.”

He leaned on the counter, closing the distance between them. “Only for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

She raised a brow, stepping closer. “Good. Keep it that way.”

His grin widened. “Always.”

She kisses him. He gently lifts her onto the kitchen counter. “T!” She giggles.

Terry’s grin deepened as he settled her on the cool countertop. “What? Just getting comfortable,” he teased, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

Imani giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Comfortable?” Terry echoed with a smirk, his voice low and teasing. “Nah, I’m just getting started.”

Imani raised a brow, her giggles bubbling up despite herself. “On the kitchen counter though? Really, T?”

He chuckled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “What can I say? You’re irresistible.”

She playfully pushed at his chest. “You’re lucky I love you, or I’d be kicking you out for turning my kitchen into your playground.”

Terry leaned closer, his lips just a breath away from hers. “I’m not hearing any complaints.”

She smiles and hops off the counter. “Let me put these away T.” she says. Just like that his hand makes contact with her ass. She involuntarily moans at the sensation.

-

When Imani returned to the kitchen, she leaned against the counter, exhaling deeply. The sight of Terry back outside, shirtless and focused as he meticulously dried the truck, caught her off guard. She tilted her head, her gaze trailing over the way his muscles flexed with each movement.

A soft smile tugged at her lips as she rested her chin in her palm. How does he manage to look so good doing the simplest things? she wondered, a small laugh escaping her. She shook her head at herself but couldn’t look away.

The way the sunlight hit his skin, the easy confidence in his movements—it all had her mesmerized. It wasn’t just how he looked; it was the steady, grounded energy he carried, a strength that made her feel safe and loved.

She caught herself biting her lip and quickly shook the thoughts away, grabbing a glass of water to distract herself. As she took a sip, she muttered to herself with a chuckle, “Get it together, Imani. You’re staring like it’s the first time you’ve seen him.”

But as Terry glanced back at the window and caught her looking, his smirk made it clear he’d noticed. He gave a little wave, his eyes gleaming with mischief, and mouthed, Caught you.

Imani rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing. She mouthed back, Finish the truck, Big Dude, and turned away before he could see the blush creeping up her cheeks.

Terry walked into the kitchen, his presence commanding as usual. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, scooping Imani up effortlessly. She let out a small gasp of surprise, her arms wrapping around his neck as her legs instinctively locked around his waist.

“Terry!” she squealed, half laughing, half protesting. “You didn’t even dry off properly!”

“Couldn’t wait,” he murmured, his voice low and warm against her ear. “Caught you staring, remember?” His lips brushed her temple, sending a shiver down her spine.

Imani rolled her eyes playfully, though the blush blooming across her cheeks betrayed her. “And what if I was? Can’t a girl appreciate her man without being manhandled the second he comes inside?”

He smirked, his grip on her secure as he carried her to the counter and gently set her down. “Oh, you can appreciate me all you want,” he teased, leaning in so their foreheads touched. “But don’t think I didn’t notice you blushing when I caught you. It was cute.”

“Cute?” she repeated, arching a brow. “Big Dude thinks I’m cute?”

He chuckled, his hands settling on her hips. “More than cute, Ms Carter. You’re everything.”

Imani’s teasing demeanor softened, and she leaned in to kiss him, slow and tender. “You’re lucky you’re sweet,” she murmured against his lips.

“And you’re lucky I can’t get enough of you,” he countered, his voice dripping with affection as he kissed her back.

“So why ‘big dude’?” he asks her. 

Imani chuckled softly, her fingers idly tracing patterns on Terry's broad chest. "Well," she teased, "Big Boogie was playing, and when I heard ‘Bitch I’m big dude,’ I couldn’t help but think how fitting it was for you."

Terry arched an eyebrow, his lips quirking in amusement. "Oh yeah? So you think I’m ‘big dude’ material, huh?"

She grinned mischievously. "I mean, look at you." Her eyes swept over him meaningfully. "Six-foot-three, all muscle, tattoos... You’re like the definition of a big dude."

His deep laugh filled the room. "Guess I’ll take that as a compliment."

"You should," she quipped, leaning back with a playful glint in her eye. "Besides, it’s not just about your size. It’s your presence, the way you carry yourself. You don’t just walk into a room—you own it."

Terry pulled her closer, brushing a kiss to her temple. "And you’re not intimidated by that?"

"Intimidated?" Imani snorted softly. "T, I handle you just fine."

He laughed again, this time more quietly, his voice low with admiration. "Damn right you do."

Imani's heart fluttered at his words. She smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she met his gaze. "I love you too, T. More than you'll ever know."

Terry's expression grew tender, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You mean everything to me." His voice dropped a little, becoming more sincere, his love for her clear in every word. "I don't say it enough, but damn, I do. You've made my life better in every way."

She reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin. "You’ve made mine better, too." Her voice was soft but filled with certainty. "We’ve got this, you know? Us. Everything. We’re a team."

He leaned into her touch, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her palm. "A damn good team."

Imani smiled, her heart full. "Always."

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I don't think anyone saw this comparison to the most famously queer image of Batman, as it was appended to a longer finale reaction thread I did, but look, I swear they're not only doing Bob Newhart

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What Are Friends For? | Part II

Sebastian Sallow x F!OC

Rating: Explicit/MDNI (smut, language); all characters are 18+ Chapter tags: smut, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, sexual tension, sexual exploration, sex, oral sex, facesitting, mutual pining, 3rd person POV

Notes: Tried to weave some touches of humor and softer moments into this part to further establish their friendship, but we’re teetering toward the threshold of full-blown feral, folks. Enjoy. Part III coming soon.

➡️ Read on AO3 or below the cut. ⬅️ Read Part I.

Two days after their library liaison, Sebastian found himself in Transfiguration class void of all concentration. After all, how could he possibly be expected to pay attention to Professor Weasley when Stella was sitting right next to him?

He’d thought of nothing but their interactions in the library and Beasts classroom; the way Stella squirmed beneath him, the shift in her breathing as she climaxed, the warmth of her lips wrapped around him. Sebastian gripped the edge of the desk to ground himself.

Stella leaned with one elbow on the desk, her legs crossed beneath it. Sebastian could feel her foot bobbing beside him, a sign of her boredom. Her hair was pulled into a loose, single braid today. Stray strands framed her face as she fought to focus on the morning’s lecture.

As Professor Weasley retreated to the blackboard to scribble out spell patterns, Stella shifted in her seat to fish a spare sheet of parchment from her bag. Sebastian watched curiously as she scribbled a quick note and slid the parchment in front of him.

We need to figure out a way to keep Ominis out of the Undercroft tonight.

Sebastian snuck a glance at Stella, who was watching him with a patient, pointed stare. He picked up his quill to respond.

And how do you suggest we do that? he wrote before he returned the parchment. 

I don’t know. You’re the evil and conniving one here. Think of something clever! Stella scrawled back.

I am NOT evil and conniving. 

Tell that to Solomon.

You’re a nasty piece of work. But fine, I’ll figure something out.

Good. See you at 8.

Sebastian straightened in his seat. The gears in his brain slowly creaked to life, turning as he devised a plan to distract Ominis.

What if he simply told Ominis the truth? Sebastian considered it for a fleeting moment, before deciding that his oldest friend likely wouldn’t react favorably to, “Hey, please avoid the Undercroft tonight because I’ll be engaged in sexual activities with our mutual friend down there.”

Perhaps he could steal Ominis’ wand and lock him in a storage cupboard somewhere. But that felt awfully cruel, considering Ominis wouldn’t be able to see his way out.

Sebastian’s eyes scanned the classroom, seeking inspiration. He could always ask Violet McDowell for help – she’d been trying to seduce poor Ominis for months. Ominis, however, found her “uninspiring and far too willing to undress,” as he so unkindly put it.

Then it dawned on Sebastian. Perhaps he could keep Ominis from the Undercroft while also doing his friend a favor. Sebastian’s gaze landed on Poppy Sweeting.

It was no secret to Sebastian that Ominis had a soft spot for the petite Hufflepuff. Though Ominis had never readily admitted to having a crush on her, Sebastian could sense it in the way Ominis’ prim and proper poise always softened in her presence. Perhaps he could find a way to gently nudge the pair together.

Sebastian waited impatiently until class ended. Stella lingered at the end of the desk row for him, but he caught her eye and smirked. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she watched Sebastian catch up to Poppy.

“Hey Poppy!” he called out as he fell into step with her. 

“Sebastian, if you’re asking me for another puffskein to put in Duncan’s bed, the answer is no,” Poppy sighed.

“No, it’s not that,” Sebastian said quickly. “It’s Ominis.” Sebastian observed the way Poppy’s cheeks flushed at the mention of his friend. He bit back a grin. “Ominis told me he’s interested in learning more about hippogriffs,” Sebastian continued. “He’s just a little nervous about it, you know? He still finds them a bit intimidating, especially since he can’t see them.”

Poppy nodded in sympathy. “Would he like me to introduce him to Highwing?” she offered.

“Well, that’s just it,” Sebastian continued. “He would, but he’s too embarrassed to ask. He knows how skilled you are with hippogriffs and is afraid you’ll think he’s a coward.”

Poppy frowned. “I would never think that,” she noted. “Ominis simply needs more time and experience. I’d be happy to educate him and coach him through the introduction process.”

“Excellent. Perfect. Can you meet him tonight?”

“Of course,” Poppy said happily. “I’ll meet him at the Beasts pens after dinner.”

Sebastian practically skipped to lunch in the Great Hall.

“Oi,” he said as he sat down across from Ominis. “Poppy Sweeting needs your help with something tonight.”

Ominis choked on a piece of bread. “Wh-what?”

Sebastian pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth to suppress a laugh. “Poppy. She needs your help. She asked if you could meet her by the Beasts classroom after dinner tonight.”

“Why does she need my help?”

“Why do you care what the reason is? You should be happy to spend some time with her, mate.”

Ominis fidgeted with his water goblet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered. Sebastian blinked at him.

“Look, mate, just meet her there tonight?” he sighed. “She mentioned something about wanting your help because you’re always gentle and kind to the stray cats that roam the castle. She probably rescued some puffskeins or something. Maybe you can borrow another one to prank Hobhouse.”

The corners of Ominis’ lips curved upward as he considered the possibilities. “Alright,” he finally agreed. “I’ll find her after dinner.”

—

“What did you do?” Stella hissed as she followed Sebastian from the Great Hall after dinner. “Why was Ominis talking about meeting Poppy?”

Sebastian tossed a lazy smirk in her direction as he strode toward the Undercroft — nevermind the fact he had his hands stuffed in his pockets, his shoulders tense with nerves. 

“You told me to find a distraction for him,” Sebastian drawled. “And what better distraction than the object of his desires?”

“Sebastian!” Stella chided. “You can’t force them together like that. They have to figure it out on their own!”

“Maybe they just needed a little nudge.”

“You are a manipulator!” Stella scolded. She shook her head, but the faint smirk on her lips wasn’t lost on Sebastian. Still, now wasn’t the time to assert how right he was about their mutual friends sharing unrequited feelings. Now, Sebastian had a far more important task to focus on.

He let Stella step into the Undercroft first and when they emerged in the cool, dark underground, Sebastian had to admit he felt more at ease.

“Just us down here,” Stella said, as if she could read his mind. He let her lead him toward the cozy corner they’d created during their fifth year. Stella had conjured furniture, tables, even bookshelves that stored their favorite reading materials. It was their space, a recluse from the outside world.

Stella stood near a study table, her fingers playing absentmindedly with her braid. She suddenly seemed shy and unsure of where to start.

Sebastian seized the opportunity to quell his own insecurities. “You sure you’re still okay with all this?” he asked seriously.

Stella’s eyes snapped to his, as if she was concerned he was having second thoughts. In truth, Sebastian’s thoughts were already spiraling downward, circling the drain of his dirtiest desires.

“I’m sure,” she said, though her shaky tone was a paradox. “Are you sure?”

Sebastian nodded. “I’m sure. I just… just wanted you to know that you can back out at any time,” he said carefully. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to do this.”

Stella breathed a shaky laugh through her nose. “Sebastian, I’ve saved your life countless times,” she teased. “I’ve kept quiet about your biggest secret since fifth year and convinced Ominis to do the same. Do you really think I feel any sort of obligation to you? If anything, you’re forever indebted to me.”

Sebastian blinked. He couldn’t argue with that, nor did he want to. He’d gladly spend the remainder of his days indebted to Stella Alves, as long as it meant she’d allow him to remain a part of her life.

“Well, in that case,” Sebastian said smoothly, “Do… do you want me to take care of you first tonight?”

He was met with a playful grin. “Nice try,” Stella purred. “But I’m the coach here, remember?” Her assertive tone made his cock stir immediately. Sebastian nodded in compliance. “We’re taking it slow and steady tonight.”

“Isn’t that what we did the other day?” Sebastian asked with raised eyebrows.

“We got a bit carried away the other day. But here, we can relax and take our time. You need to learn proper pacing.”

“Proper pacing?” Sebastian blurted out. “How do you know about my pacing when we’ve never even f-”

“Not like that,” Stella cut in. “Your breathing. Your breathing is all over the place when you’re… stimulated. You need to learn to breathe through it, show things down and relax.”

Sebastian was anything but relaxed now, but his mouth had a proclivity for getting him into trouble. “Alright, oh mighty sex queen,” he challenged. “Teach me your ways then.” Even Sebastian was surprised at his own taunt. Sure, friendly banter had become the baseline for their friendship, but this – this was him practically begging Stella to ruin him. He’d typically never show such desperation.

Stella snorted a laugh. “Sex queen? Sebastian, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

A lot of things, apparently. But Sebastian merely shrugged, his air of casual indifference masking his internal anguish.

“You’re the one in charge here,” he teased. “I just thought you’d appreciate a formal title.”

“Sebastian,” Stella deadpanned. “I’m the hero of Hogwarts. You really think I need any more formal titles and accolades?”

Sebastian scowled at her. “Cheeky little thing.”

Stella smirked. “Anyway,” she drawled, “If you’re so hell-bent on relinquishing the reins to the Sex Queen as you so kindly put it, then so be it. On your back, then.”

Sebastian began to panic. Maybe he should’ve kept his stupid fucking mouth shut. After all, hadn’t Stella ruined him two days ago with the mere sight of her own undoing? Challenging her would surely lead to his downfall. Still, he obliged and sprawled across the sofa.

Stella eyed Sebastian’s waistline, her lips thinning as she hesitated over her next move. “What… what turns you on?” she finally asked as she stood over him.

Sebastian swallowed, his body still and rigid beneath her gaze. “I-I don’t know,” he answered. “Lots of things.”

“Do you like relinquishing control?” Stella asked, her voice raspy with swelling arousal.

“I-I think so,” Sebastian answered. “I mean, normally I’m the one in control. I usually take charge. Girls seem to like that.”

“Do you prefer it that way?”

“I think it depends on the person I’m with. I like both.”

“And what do you prefer from me?”

A bead of sweat trickled from Sebastian’s temple. “I… I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” he croaked. “You call the shots.”

Stella recognized she was standing on dangerous earth; a shaky sheet of shale that threatened to shift and send her tumbling to her demise. It was clear Sebastian wanted her to take control, and she wanted nothing more than to dominate him. They were a match made in heaven — or hell, given the nature of their sins. Stella began to wonder if she’d struggle to walk away from such a harmonious tandem. But she was too far from the ledge to climb her way back, and she’d take whatever she could get from him.

“I’m going to touch you now, okay?” Sebastian nodded. He inhaled sharply when Stella’s fingers grazed his cheek. She chuckled softly at his reaction. “You have got to relax,” she murmured. “You’re going to spontaneously combust if you don’t.”

“I’m doing my best here,” Sebastian growled. Stella traced a finger from his jawline over his neck, down his chest toward the waistline of his trousers. 

“You know,” she purred, “This would be a lot easier if you simply told me what turns you on most.” Of course, her mere gentle touch already had Sebastian’s trousers tightening. But she shimmied her cloak off and climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his sides. “But I have to admit, this is much more fun.”

Her fingers worked slowly on the buttons of her blouse, and by the time it fell open to reveal her bare chest, Sebastian’s pulse reached a dangerous rate. Stella's blouse slipped off, crumpling in a heap on the floor next to the sofa, exposing her to Sebastian’s desperate stare. 

But as his eyes drifted from her collarbones, lingering on her breasts before shifting toward her hips, Sebastian’s face fell.

His eyes found the marks, faded but not forgotten, just above her right hip bone. They were no longer angry and ripe, but the lasting scar was malicious. It taunted him in the way its streaks clawed across Stella’s skin, as if it were suggesting it had claimed her first. But Sebastian was the reason it was there to begin with.

Her Crucio scar. It was more than two years old now, its purpose now watered down to a mere memory, deemed a past mistake by all involved. Sure, she’d forgiven Sebastian as soon as it happened, and Sebastian had committed the moment to the back caverns of his memories, but seeing its outcome up close punched the air from his lungs.

Stella stilled as soon as she realized where Sebastian’s eyes had fallen. The sexual charge between them fizzled.

“Sebastian,” she said gently. She fought the sudden urge to cover herself. She’d never been shy about the scar; the few people who had seen it knew better than to ask anyway. But this was different, because she knew Sebastian would be stricken with responsibility for it.

“Does… does it ever hurt?” Sebastian asked quietly.

“No,” Stella answered firmly. “Most days, I forget it’s even there.”

She inhaled sharply when Sebastian lifted a thumb to trace it. The skin was smooth now, no longer a ridge. Sebastian’s forehead wrinkled in a deep frown, a lump swelling in his throat as his mind revisited the scar’s origins.

“I don’t think I can ever tell you how sorry I am,” he whispered.

Stella softened, her hand gently prying his away from her torso. “Seb, you have said sorry,” she noted. “And you’ve never needed to. We did what we had to.”

“I know. But I regret it more than anything.”

“I know you do.”

“I just… I hate myself for hurting you.”

“Oh, Seb.” Stella squeezed his hand gently. “You have to forgive yourself. Everyone else has. That’s not who you are anymore.”

“I guess I’m just ashamed it’s who I ever was.”

“You’re allowed to have past mistakes,” Stella pointed out. “The important thing is you’re sorry for them and you’ve worked to make amends, which you have.”

Sebastian finally tore his eyes from Stella’s scar to meet her gaze. “I don’t deserve to have a friend like you,” he said.

Stella smiled, her eyes twinkling with hopeful charm in order to ease Sebastian’s angst. “You mean a friend who forgives you for using an Unforgivable on her and then agrees to have sex with you?” she joked “You’re one lucky bastard, Sallow.”

“Don’t I know it,” Sebastian muttered.

The tension broke, loosening the barbed binds within their chests. But now they remained hyper-aware of their situation; Stella, bare above the waist and still perched on top of Sebastian, who was now torn between his unchaste desires and his desperation to make her feel safe.

“Can we get back to the fun part?” Stella asked, desperate to divert the focus from her scars. Sebastian nodded in agreement.

Stella sat back, her chest jutted forward to force Sebastian’s stare toward her modest breasts. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to fill his hands with them. His trousers tightened again.

“I know I’m not quite as curvy as Violet,” Stella said. “And I’m not as feminine or as pretty as Grace. But hopefully this will do.”

“You’re joking, right?” Sebastian blurted out.

Stella frowned at him, offended by his sharp outburst. “What do you mean?”

“You… you really think you aren’t as pretty as them?” 

“I don’t know. I mean, I know plenty of blokes are interested in me, but I’ve always assumed it was because of the whole school hero thing. I figure they like the notoriety.”

“Stella,” Sebastian sighed. “Your appeal extends far beyond your heroics. Don’t get me wrong, your skills with magic are incredibly alluring, but you’re barking mad if you really think Grace Pinch-Smedley’s got anything on you. Her boney little frame looks like it would break if I touched her.”

“Sebastian, that’s not nice.”

“It’s true!”

“Are you just saying all this because you know I’m going to fuck you?”

“For fuck’s sake, Stella. I’m saying it because it’s true. Can’t you feel that?” Sebastian bucked his hips upward.

Stella blinked and shifted her weight backward. “Oh.” She smirked directly into Sebastian’s eyes as she felt his hard cock prodding against her ass. 

Sebastian groaned at the pressure. “Now do you believe me?”

Stella nodded, stunned that an act as simple as unbuttoning her blouse had stirred such a reaction. She had never entertained the idea that Sebastian would ever be sexually attracted to her. The power was intoxicating.

She rocked against him, igniting more arousal in her own core. She could feel it surging toward her entrance amid an ache that threatened to manipulate her every move. She’d planned on providing Sebastian with her full attention tonight, but the memory of how easily she fell apart at his touch was holding her hostage. She needed to know how that felt again. 

Perhaps she should slow down, she decided – for both of their sakes. Stella blinked rapidly to force her racy thoughts into something more manageable. She had to focus on Sebastian, not herself. Another excruciating act of generosity, she thought.

Stella shifted her body to reposition herself over Sebastian’s legs. She straddled them, her hands teasing over his belt buckle. It clanked apart, followed by the button of his trousers. Sebastian shifted as Stella tugged the clothing constricting him downward, leaving them bunched around his ankles. 

She prayed Sebastian couldn’t hear the shakiness in her breath as she eyed his erection. “Ready?” she breathed, unsure if she was addressing him or herself. “We’re going to go nice and slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

Stella reached for him, slowly. Her fingers barely ghosted Sebastian’s cock when he swallowed hard. She brushed the pad of her thumb over his tip as the remaining fingers of her right hand curled around his shaft. Sebastian shuddered.

“Are my hands cold?” Stella mused at his reaction.

“No. Just… soft.”

“Would you rather they be rough and calloused?”

“No. I guess I’m just… sensitive tonight.”

Stella bit back a smirk, instead electing to glide her hand slowly. She needed to pace herself – for her own sanity, not just Sebastian’s. Her posture was rigid, her spine straight and shoulders back as every nerve ending in her fingertips seared over his length.

Their banter halted. Words felt too risky for this moment, though their silence threatened to expose the pounding inside their chests. 

The pace was propelling them both toward hysteria. Stella’s thumb traced tantalizing circles around Sebastian’s tip, committing the soft skin to memory. She began to envision how it would feel as it breached her own entrance, parting her walls until it filled her. She puffed her cheeks out, overwhelmed and aggravated by her own rampant arousal. 

Sebastian noticed her frazzled state. “Alright?” he asked. Stella forced a reassuring smile that Sebastian saw through immediately. 

“Alright.”

“You’re a shit liar, you know that?” he quipped. Stella scowled at him. “Maybe… Maybe you should let me take care of you first,” Sebastian offered again. 

“You took care of me the other day.”

“Yes, and?”

Stella sighed. She’d been so dead set on proving herself to Sebastian, she was failing to recognize how desperate she’d become to be on the receiving end. “Alright,” she relented. “Maybe that’s a good idea… a rare good idea from you.”

It was then that Sebastian decided she’d be appropriately punished for her snark. His hands grazed their way up her thighs until they came to a rest on her hips. 

“You should take this off,” he said with a gentle tug at the waistband of her skirt. It was more of an order than an ask. Stella lifted her hips as Sebastian helped her shimmy out of the remainder of her school uniform, exposing much more than her old scar from the Scriptorium. 

“You’re beautiful,” Sebastian said as his eyes roamed her bare body. He spoke with such conviction, such promise, Stella became scared of the slippery slope that threatened to send her sprawling into a pit of no return; too deep in love to recover from the inevitable heartbreak of their arrangement coming to an end. But right now, all lucidity was clouded by lust.

“Move closer,” Sebastian ordered. Stella shifted until she was sitting on his chest. “No, closer.”

As realization crept over Stella, so did a hot flush. She crawled on her knees until her thighs were flanking Sebastian’s ears. His hands snaked around her legs, fingers pressing into their backs to urge her forward. 

“Please,” Sebastian whispered, sensing she needed more reassurance. When Stella obliged, she sank slowly, her eyes fluttering shut as she swallowed a whimper. Sebastian’s tongue pressed upward against her entrance, falling still as her arousal seeped over it. He hummed in approval.

Stella didn’t move, fearful of being too greedy, too much for him. But for Sebastian, it wasn’t enough. He yanked at her thighs, pulling her downward until his hands pinned her to his own face.

Stella moaned as his tongue sank inside her. It darted through her folds and explored her walls, lapping and pulling until her pursed lips could no longer withhold her whimpers. When he found her clit, she cried out, her fingers ensnared in Sebastian’s hair.

Soon, Stella found herself rocking over Sebastian’s face, his eager tongue calming her concerns. She ground herself against him in slow, sweeping motions, desperate for more friction. 

Sebastian received the hint. He sucked on her clit, lips pulling it against his rigid tongue. It was a tactical assault of unwavering pressure. Stella’s cries chorused higher until she issued a rapid succession of whimpers, one after another as she climbed toward her climax. 

Sebastian applied more force and held his tongue in place until Stella’s body seized. She wailed as she slumped forward, her nails pressing into Sebastian’s scalp while her cunt shivered. 

“Fuck,” she hissed once it subsided. She felt weak, her limbs limp as she recovered without a single coherent thought. But Sebastian pressed a kiss to her inner thigh to ground her, returning her to the moment.

She scrambled off him. “S-sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Sebastian laughed as he sat up on his elbows. “You’re the one in a hurry to get away from me, apparently.”

“I didn’t want to suffocate you or something.”

“What a way to die,” Sebastian snorted. 

They stared at each other in silence for a fleeting moment that felt like centuries. Sebastian shifted uncomfortably, wincing at the ache caused by his erection. Stella’s eyes widened as she noticed.

“How do you want me to take care of you?” she asked with a tentative step toward the sofa.

“Up to you. You’re in charge here, remember?”

Stella certainly didn’t feel like she was in charge. Not after the way Sebastian had just turned her into a spineless, shivering mess. She felt like falling to her knees to beg and plead for more, to worship him however he commanded. But Sebastian Sallow, of all people, did not need another girl to stroke his ego. 

Stella shifted from one foot to the other, the chill of the Undercroft prickling her bare skin. “Do you think you’re ready for… you know, everything?” she asked carefully. 

It was a selfish ask that she’d never admit to; a self-serving desire veiled beneath the form of an innocent question.

“I guess we won’t know unless we try,” Sebastian answered with even more tact. He knew the odds for embarrassment were high, but he was convinced he’d suffer even more if he didn’t find out how it felt to be buried within Stella to the hilt. He needed her wet heat wrapped around him as her moans declared her allegiance to him, even if it was only temporary.

“Maybe it’ll be easier for you if you sit up?” Stella offered. Sebastian nodded, though he was certain no position would make this any easier for him. Not with the way his erection was twinging between his thighs.

Once he was upright, Stella stepped toward him with soft eyes. They shared a knowing glance; an unspoken agreement that their friendship would never be the same if they moved forward. They wouldn’t dare admit it, convinced they both could merely cast their feelings aside – another reflection of their shared stubbornness.

Stella climbed carefully onto Sebastian’s lap, a comical contradiction to the way she had used his face as a seat cushion moments earlier. Sebastian held his breath as she lowered herself, her entrance gently kissing the tip of his cock.

“We’ll go slow, okay?” Stella asked. Sebastian truly could not give a fuck. His lungs began to burn from refusing air, but the anticipation was shutting his brain down. Once he nodded, Stella sank downward. She moved so slowly, Sebastian could feel every inch of her walls inviting his cock in. 

“You’re so goddamn tight,” he wheezed.

“You’re so goddamn big,” Stella retorted. The tension cracked and they shared a laugh. It was shortlived as Stella shifted, the movement triggering a grunt from Sebastian.

“Really, though,” he said through gritted teeth. “You feel too fucking good.”

Stella’s movements were robotic; mechanical and detached as she willed herself to focus. She was there to help Sebastian. She should be guiding him, reminding him what to do, rather than melting over the absolute mind-bending, toe-curling, scream-inducing euphoria that was coursing inside her. 

Sebastian sensed her uptight, impersonal movements and frowned. “You alright?” he asked. The inquiry pulled Stella from her devolving thoughts.

“I’m good,” she panted. “You?” The crimson that creeped across Sebastian’s face provided the answer. Stella smiled kindly at him. “Sebastian, relax. Instead of focusing on… on what you’re feeling between your hips, focus on your breathing.”

“Right,” Sebastian grunted with a nod. “Just breathe.” He inhaled slowly. Stella rocked backward and the wind vacated his lungs. “My god,” Sebastian groaned.

“What if you tried distracting your thoughts?” Stella suggested. “You know, try thinking about things that aren’t arousing.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Like Potions class.”

“Thinking about Professor Sharp won’t just distract me, it’ll ruin the moment entirely, if you catch my drift,” Sebastian complained in disgust. Stella laughed.

“I didn’t say to think of Sharp,” she said. “I said to think of Potions. Think of next week’s brew. What ingredients do you need, how do you treat them? Maybe the distraction will help.”

Sebastian was in no shape to argue. The way Stella was chewing her bottom lip, the sight of her rosy nipples, the warmth of her body pressing down on him… he wasn’t hanging by a thread, he was dangling from the final frayed bit of fiber that threatened to snap at the slightest breath. 

As Stella lifted her hips, her cunt pulling around his cock, Sebastian frantically forced his mind to flip through its rolodex of potion ingredients. 

Shrinking Solution starts with the juice of two shrivelfigs, he thought to himself. You have to heat the potion before you add your daisy root…

Meanwhile, Stella was fighting the inner demons that were demanding she let loose and unleash a full, untamed assault on Sebastian’s cock. She wanted to rock against him until her thigh muscles burned acid. She wanted to scream his name until her throat was arid. She wanted to unravel until her eyes rolled back and her cunt seared from sensitivity.

But she held back, determined to maintain her composure for the sake of Sebastian’s.

Soon, the sounds of their slick union chorused around them. The obscene orchestra clawed at Sebastian’s control, peeling his thoughts away from potion ingredients.

After adding the wormwood, be sure to stir the solution before juicing the leeches. How many leeches, though? Was it four? Or five? Oh, fuck-

Sebastian’s resolve wavered. His fingers gripped Stella’s hips so hard, her core tensed around his cock. It tightened and squeezed as she dipped downward, sending his tip toward her deepest point.

Breathe dammit, Sebastian thought. He inhaled with slow deliberation, praying the oxygen would assist his brain in controlling his nerve response. He nearly breathed a laugh of relief as it seemed to buy him more time. 

“Oh god,” Stella moaned. Her own willpower was waning, but she became hopeful she could achieve one more release before Sebastian did. She just needed to know how it would feel to fall apart around him, just once. Then this could all end, they could retire their arrangement and she could die happy. She just needed to know how it felt to be ruined by Sebastian Sallow. “Seb, I’m close.”

She shouldn’t have said that. It merely spurred Sebastian’s own impending release, fissuring the final pillars of his willpower.

“Stella, I-”

But Stella cut him off with a kiss. Their first kiss. She couldn’t help it. Their shared sin, the smoldering heat between them, was luring her toward the romantic dream she’d resisted for far too long. It was greedy, but tender; sultry, but sensual. It was theirs.

And with one more rock of her hips, Stella succumbed to her release. She shrieked as it swelled, sending hard spasms within her walls while her nails sank into Sebastian’s shoulders. He swore at the sensation of her surging cunt and crumbled, his own release claiming her inner core.

“Fucking hell,” they chimed in unison as their highs subsided. It forced a breathy shared laugh, easing them into the inevitable awkward aftermath.

Stella’s frame slackened, her arms draped around Sebastian’s neck while they both searched for something to say.

“You alright?” Sebastian finally murmured. Stella nodded, her eyes daring to meet his. She sensed something different in them, a depth she’d never unlocked. It felt safe and sincere, and — dare she think it — loving. Her breath hitched.

“I, uh…” Sebastian’s voice trailed off. He could say it. He could admit it. He could risk everything with three words, a sentence that would split his heart open and expose his biggest secret. But no words seemed deserving of such an intimate moment.

Stella waited patiently, but when Sebastian didn’t speak, she swallowed her disappointment and smiled. “We should get going,” she said gently. “In case Ominis realizes what you did and comes looking for you.”

Neither of them wanted to separate, but the longer they lingered, the higher the chances something could go wrong. Someone could say the wrong thing, or worse, someone could be swept away by the moment and say or do something that could slice their friendship to shreds.

So instead of daring to make any grand declarations, Sebastian took a quiet and calculated risk with a quick kiss to Stella’s forehead. She flushed and climbed off of him before he could see how frazzled she’d become.

They dressed quietly. Silence was a foreign concept to them, but when it did arrive, it was usually comfortable. But this lull left them with insecure and heavy hearts, both weary from withholding so much.

When it was time to leave the Undercroft, Sebastian gestured for Stella to lead the way. They always did this. It was a simple reflection of how they’d come to approach most everything in life – Stella leading the charge while Sebastian was simply content to be in her presence. But as he followed her from the chamber, his fingers itching to reach for her hand, he realized he might have to take charge for a change.

[lizzytheglizzydogtheglock9000]

Hi hi!! I love your writing so much!! I saw you had a prompt list and was wondering if you could do number 11 with the Tenth Doctor 👉👈 I feel like that’s something he would say. Thanks I’m advance! 🫶

Guys I am indeed actually alive, it's just been a hot minute since I've felt any motivation to really come back and write things. But I am back, and I have no idea if I'll be consistent with this or not, it just sparked my interest again. I really appreciate all the consistent support from you guys!! <3333

Tenth Doctor x FemReader

"Yes I have feelings for you, moving on."

"Y/N?! Can I come in???"

You heard a flurry of knocks at your bedroom door as an excited Doctor rushed in before waiting for an answer.

"Why yes Doctor you may enter my room," you laughed. "What if I was changing or something in here?"

"Well I uh.. It hasn't happened yet!" he fought back.

You giggled and rolled your eyes at how flustered he got, something that you noticed happening often. Although you just chalked it up to that being a part of his personality, especially when he has so many lovely women flirting with him on your trips together.

He flopped onto your bed and stared at you.

"So! What are we doing today hm? Go see the stars of Ntiri, or perhaps an alien market, or we could go back to the time of the Renaissance!" he ended with a flair.

"A ball sounds nice, like in France. Marie Antoinette times! But preferably without the Reign of Terror, running isn't exactly on my wishlist for things today," you pondered aloud.

He jumped up and twirled you around, making you go all the way up on your tippy toes.

"Well alrighty then Ms. Y/N! The Yew Ball awaits!"

You rush out to see him start slamming levers and pulling bits and bobs as your center of balance is thrown away like it wasn't even there in the first place. It always amazed you how the Doctor managed to stay up the way he did. He was by no means the most graceful man you had ever met, but the TARDIS didn't seem to throw him around the same way it did you.

As he pulled you up and brushed some stray hairs out of your eyes, a thought hit you.

"Doctor?"

"Yes love?" he replied.

"Where are we supposed to get the right attire for this? My blouse and blue jeans won't exactly fit in a 16th century setting."

"Ah, don't worry about that, I'll get it all sorted out for us," he grinned.

The two of you walked out of the TARDIS, finding yourselves in a storage closet of sorts. You walked out and around the corner, up so many stairs you thought you might pass out, and then finally a couple more turns before stopping at a large white door with gold details.

The Doctor rapped on the door gently before a small brown haired woman appeared in a plain corset and dress.

He whipped out his psychic paper and the woman's face lit up.

"Oh! Madame you must hurry the ball starts soon!!!" she chimed.

She yanked you into the room as you gave the Doctor a very confused look while he just simply grinned back at you.

You then spent the next few hours getting your makeup done and having a multitude of dresses shown for you to choose from. It took at least one of those hours to convince the women helping you to not make you wear a wig, even if it is a sign of wealth, you just can't stand the itchiness.

Eventually, you made your way to the main ball room, stopping at the top of the stairs. The Doctor stood with his hands in his pockets admiring the view around him opposite you.

As his gaze met yours his eyes lit up and a wide smile crossed his face. He was in a royal, no, TARDIS blue coat and pants, with a golden waistcoat, and creme colored tights that he looked very upset to be wearing.

The two of you met at the top of the largest staircase, where the other two converged.

"You look absolutely stunning Y/N," he whispered.

You were given a ball gown in the exact same shade of gold as the Doctor's waistcoat, with your corset and center piece of material a light shade of cornflower blue, complementing your complexion perfectly.

"You look rather dashing yourself Doctor," you cooed.

He bowed to you deeply, arose, then held out a delicate hand to lead you down the stairs.

You proceeded to wander around the room, talking to many couples, eventually getting to meet Marie Antoinette herself. She found you most exciting, and thought you were the most intelligent person in the room.

The night began to slow, and the Doctor was leading you in your final waltz for the night.

"Doctor, I wouldn't have traded this night for anything," you said softly. "Although we must go into the past more often, we don't go nearly enough."

"I agree, the nights are always wonderful with the one you love most..." he stated holding onto your hand even tighter.

"Wait.. Doctor say that again?"

You couldn't believe what he had just said, did he really just say that he loved you the most??

"Yes, I have feelings for you, moving on," he brushed off.

"Wait a minute you can't just move on from this Doctor! You really love me?"

"My dear Y/N, why in the multitude of universes, wouldn't I love you? You are the sweetest person I've ever met, you're strong, capable, and gorgeous to the moons and back."

You blushed and smiled fondly.

"Which moons Doctor?"

"Any of them love, as long as you come with me," he whispered, tipping your chin up and kissing you gently.

You felt a swirl of emotions that you never knew you could feel before, and even more as he swung you off your feet, and placing you down gently.

"Uh, Doctor.. I think we're being stared at," you pointed out.

The entire room turned to look at you both, A truly handsome couple, the queen thought.

He placed a hand around your waist and began leading you back to the TARDIS.

"Well then, they'll definitely be staring after they see us walking into broom closet together," he snickered.

Your mouth dropped but returned to a content smile, not believing the wonderful night that just occurred.

[peanutbutterwrites]

dancer ni-ki enemies to lovers headcannons

warnings: none :) summary: head cannons for my new fic coming out. it's from y/n's point of view so I thought I'd show his to give a look into his character, but this can definitely be read as stand alone. wc: 350

he didn’t really hate you. I mean, how could he? the way you danced was hypnotic. moves flowed freely like a smooth ravine from the tips of your toes to the last curl on your head. 

you were pretty. the way your hair would follow behind your every move, soft and mesmerizing. and you would always come to the studio makeup free, sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, your dance bag hanging off one shoulder. sometimes, you’d have your headphones on and it would make your hair puff out, just a little. but you’d never stop wearing them. even when you’d complain about how the cushion hurt your piercings as you stretched.

you. stretching. he tried not to watch.

after a bit of dancing, you would be coated with a light glaze of sweat, open mouth panting, he had to try to force down any rising heat. large swallows bobbed his throat and angry half-moons decorated his palms in his pursuit of restraint.

but he hated the ease at which you picked up choreography, that was always his thing, what right did you have to take it?

he hated your soft voice and the way it cracked and hardened when you spoke to him. 

he hated your tank tops. your little crop tops or sports bras  you wore once the heat became too much with your baggy t-shirt. 

he hated the tiny curls that would stick to the nape of your neck and forehead. the way the rest of your hair would hang like a willow tree, blowing in your moves instead of the wind.

and your hands. he loathed your hands that slid over your body as you danced, that grazed your thighs as you moved and brushed stray hair out of your eyes.

he hated your lips, and the way they’d slightly pout and frown when you saw him.

so no, he didn’t hate you. he hated you.

[nishloves]

blue eyes; gojo satoru

synopsis : you were someone who always admired his beautiful crystal eyes, but now that they don't shine as much as before, now that they don't hurt and have been discarded, satoru wonders if his eyes are still your favorite.

potential manga spoilers // a tad bit insecure gojo // wc: 700 // fluff // unedited.

as he carded his fingers through the stray strands of your hair, he couldn't help but twirl the fibre around his fingers, his heart melting as he peered at you— at you playing with your mobile.

it has been weeks since the events, weeks since satoru fell into your arms, your relatively small hands almost cradling him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, hell, he would never admit it but the strongest— no, satoru gojo felt safe in your arms, safer than anytime in his nearly thirty year old life.

it has been weeks since he almost kidnapped you from your duties and ran away to malaysia for a month long vacation, a special urn in his luggage with a different—bluer set of goggles adorning him.

as he smiled at you texting to others about how you both have been well these past few days, his gaze couldn't help but admire you; your soft smile, the curve of your cheeks, the way your lashes fluttered at an interval of approximately four seconds and the way your eyes— eyes...

eyes.

he pursed his lips almost involuntarily, his hand which was tracing circles over the small of your back stopping momentarily, his thoughts speeding a hundred miles per second. you loved his eyes, never let him feel as if they were a curse, he remembered the way you would gaze at those crystalline blue miracles which refracted faintest of light— a shimmer which isn't present now, a shine whine is duller now, a look of youth— a twinkle that is lost— would you look at his eyes the same? now that they aren't as special as before? would you—

"satoru?"

honey. like mellowed honey, he decided that, that was the best representation of the way his name rolled off your tongue.

"yes darling?" he asked, tilting his head to look at you, only to find you gazing up at him— more specifically at his eyes, observing you syncing your own blinks with his.

"baby?" he asked again.

you could only smile sheepishly as you buried your face in his chest, your cheeks burning pink.

"sorry, it's just that— you're so pretty, your eyes are so beautiful, i'd stare at them for ages if I could."

he almost gasped, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped, looking down at you; his brows furrowed and an almost— almost pleading look in his eyes.

"still?" he asked.

"what do you mean still?"

"you love my eyes that bad?"

you giggled, as if it was the funniest question your fiancée had ever sked you.

"obviously! they are your eyes! my favorite shade of blue, with perfect lashes— on my favorite person, I'd love them for eternity."

he smiled, so bright that his eyes twinkled— not in the way they used to but somehow prettier.

he had a thousand words to say— no, maybe a million, a billion or even more than that. his thumb traced your cheekbone as he looked at your fondly, his lips morphed into a cheeky smile, his vessels almost tugging at his heart as he took in all of you.

but despite the infinite number of words he wanted to say—

"i know. i'm gorgeous." was all he said.

you laughed, looking back at your phone as you leaned your head against his chest, turning to look at your mobile again as satoru resumed his ministerings.

'you know,' he realised as he looked at your giddy smile.

'she always knows,' he realised as he kissed the top of your head.