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꧁An Guide On: How To Win The Heart of Clark Kent in 14 Days

✧𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒕 (𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 2025) 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: This is probably my longest chapter yet. I got carried away a little bit. I'm posting this while on my lunch break.

Reblogs and likes would be appreciated!

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @susanhill @mosseetrees @animegamerfox @yiiiikesmish

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Wednesday: Day Three

Wednesdays are a signal that it's almost the end of the week. It also signals that you've spent nearly a week in Metropolis. And so far, you have gathered that Metropolis is a different breed regarding heroes and villains. You have seen things living in Gotham. Just a couple of months ago, there was that Riddler villain and the flooding of downtown Gotham. And then your hero is essentially a big bat that people feared.

Compare that with Metropolis, where there are more interdimensional beings. And in general, way more shit than a human mind can comprehend. Paired with a very hot superhero. And you're not saying that because you like to look at attractive men. What Superman does is appealing and very noble. We will pretend that when he first debuted, you didn't buy a magazine with all his photos to look at like a fangirl. And that was only three years ago. But you still look back at those moments of weakness, and wince at them.

On another note, it's halfway through Wednesday, and Clark hasn't texted yet. Granted, you could text first if you're that anxious. But the nerve of it was too much. You shouldn't rush. You exchanged numbers yesterday, so what's the hurry? What is the hurry is the phrase you repeat to yourself. You don't know. Clark has taken over your mind like an infestation. You've only known him for two days. But what he has shown you so far is that he is open but guarded. It is as if he knows something nobody else knows, and he is such an interesting and cute man.

Okay, you are bored. You're so bored that you have drifting thoughts about your new crush. But you know why you are jaded right now. No one ever warns you about how uneventful office hours can be without students. You think there would be more students in your office. Considering one: it's the middle of the semester. And two: they have a new professor because their old professor got into legal trouble. But in reality, it's not that. You need something to happen right now before you die of boredom.

You sighed in the office air before your phone vibrated on your desk. You quickly picked up your phone to check who it was. You smiled at the screen as you read the text.

‘Hey, it's Clark. I'm so sorry I texted way later than expected. I needed to do something. But are you busy at the moment? I'm on a break right now. So would you like to get some food?'

You reread the text twice before your eyes widened. Well, you ask, and you shall receive. You quickly typed out a message that you would love to meet him and to send the address.

You looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 1 pm, and your next class wasn't until 4, so you could make it there and back.

You quickly gathered everything you needed in your purse. You put a sign on your door and email, in case any student decides to show up. And off you were to the heart of Metropolis.

You're walking through the crowded streets, saying small apologies as you bump into some people, and walking to your destination. You should have parked your car closer, but finding a spot was already hard enough. You looked down at your phone as it said you were at your destination. It was a small but busy, cute mom-and-pop shop. You walked inside and looked around to find Clark. You saw him sitting in the corner next to the window.

"Hey, Clark," you said.

It was hard to control your laughter when you saw him get up abruptly to greet you, quickly moving to pull your seat out. You muttered a small thanks as you sat down.

"How are you?" Clark asked as he pushed a menu in your direction.

"It was boring at my job today, to say the least, until you texted me." You smiled while looking into his eyes.

Clark tilted his head and hummed slightly. And you think you were imagining it. But a slight, faint blush spread across his cheeks. "I never asked yet, but what do you do for a living?"

You were about to answer his question before you were interrupted.

"Howdy folks, I'm the owner of the establishment. What can I get you today?" The man said.

"Do you have any sweet tea?" You looked from the menu to the owner, who nodded as he wrote it down.

"Would you please bring me some coffee, black, and water?" He looked up from the menu as you said his name.

"Coffee at this time of day?" You shook your head in disbelief.

"What? I have multiple articles, so I'm pulling a long shift."

"You are a working man, Clark."

"Don't I know it." He sighed as he set the menu down.

"Are you two ready to order? We have a special that I specially named after Superman."

"A Superman special?" You asked in curiosity.

"Yeah, just a few weeks back, he saved my daughter and the shop for a week. I'm thankful for him, so I made this special." He said as he pointed towards the item.

You didn't notice that Clark was closing his eyes and wincing at the mention. But you were too busy focusing on the owner to notice, not sensing his discomfort. You two eventually settled on what you wanted to order. And you thanked the owner when he brought back the drinks.

"I'm a professor at Metropolis University to answer your earlier question." You tapped your fingers on the table.

"Oh? I went there." He laughed lightly as you stopped your tapping and gasped.

"I think I've seen photos of you on the football team. I didn't know you were the jock type."

"They still have those photos up? I graduated eight years ago." He made a face in horror. "I played football since middle school."

"You're old." You laughed as he made a face of confusion.

"I'm only 30, how old are you?"

You sighed as you flipped your hair. "I'm 28, if you want to know."

"You're going to hold those two years above my head, aren't you?" He pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"No, but maybe." You said in a singsong voice.

"What do you teach there?" His eyes focused back on you.

"I teach Criminology and Forensics."

"That's a hard area. I've interviewed people with that background," Clark said. "I know you just moved here, so where else did you teach?"

"I worked at Gotham University before this." You saw him raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Gotham University has great programs and a prestigious heritage with great minds." He leaned in to whisper. "But why Gotham?"

"I was interning with a professor at the time. She was recruited to help with their Criminology and Criminal Justice program." You almost slipped up in your explanation as you saw Clark focusing intently on what you were saying. "She took me along with her, and I ended up getting offered a full-time professor position."

"That sounds great. I know you've helped many students while you were there." He looked back at the menu.

"Yeah, they were great people." You hummed. "I loved where I work, but not so much the conditions."

"I vaguely remember news and your dad ranting about your advocacy while you were there."

You winced as he mentioned that. "Yeah, but I'm not ashamed of what I did. I always strived for the University to be better."

"You shouldn't, it shows that you care, I find that admirable." He smiled sweetly at you.

You felt a warm tingling feeling all over your body at his words. You could jump across this table right now and kiss him. The more time you spend with him, the bigger your heart becomes.

"Thank you for that. Most people don't see it that way." You swirled the straw in your tea.

"Who cares what others think? The people who see the good will know that."

This conversation will be marked as when you wanted Clark to become your man. Like, how is he single? Or if he's even single? Your thoughts travelled to you, trying to plot on a committed man. But he wouldn't ask a woman to an outing? But it could be platonically? Okay, so let's not friendzone yourself. You figure out a way to ask if he's single or not.

You focused on the conversation as you fell back in rhythm with him. Your food finally came out. You exchanged work stories, shared childhood memories, and discussed little quirks about yourselves. It was easy to talk to him.

"You don't mind me asking, and I mean no offense by this." He asked cautiously. "But how is it having Perry White as your dad?"

You laughed sharply at his question. "He might seem like a hard man, but he's always cared for me and my mother. He's like a mother hen."

Clark smiled at your laugh while the owner came back into view.

"Hello, so would this be one or two checks?"

"It can be two checks." You made a two-handed gesture before grabbing your purse to look for your wallet.

"It can be one."

You paused and looked up at Clark, who had told the owner he would pay for it. "Clark, you don't have to do that."

"It's alright; I want to." Once he had returned the cheque, Clark thanked the owner. You watched as he inserted his card.

"Thank you."

Clark waved his hand in a gesture. "It's no problem, I'm the one who asked you to come anyway."

You two thanked the owner when he returned with the cheque, and you made sure to leave a tip for him before leaving. You said thank you as Clark held the door for you.

You walked down the busy street together. Clark stayed close to you to make sure no one bumped into you. You're practically shoulder to shoulder, well, shoulder to arm. But you could smell his cologne. It just smelled warm like vanilla and ginger.

"I had a great time with you today." He said in the noise.

"I enjoyed it too." You looked absently at the people and street around you.

"We should do it sometime again." He voiced.

You paused lightly as you looked up from the street and at him. You noticed that you're standing in front of the Daily Planet. "You want that?"

Clark laughed, as if it were an oblivious answer. "Yeah, I want to." He paused as he looked back at the building, then to you. "I'll call you later, if you want that? I like that better than texting."

"I'm okay with calls. Can we set it up then?" You looked at your phone to see the time.

"Yeah, I'm fine with that." He tilted his head at you before he smiled. "I'll see you."

"Bye, Clark. You make sure you call me this time," you said as Clark walked towards the building. You heard his laugh before his faint 'I will' was heard.

You returned to your car and rechecked the time, seeing that it was almost 3:10. You had some time to spare before class, so you hurried back to the University. You made sure you had the materials you needed before walking to your class. You greeted all your students who came in and began your lesson.

"So just like we went over in our class on Monday. We will be going over theories of crimes and different perspectives of how a criminal operates." You clicked on your computer for the slideshow. Then, you moved onto the whiteboard to write things.

"Professor White, I think you should look at this." One of your students beckoned you to come.

"What is it?" You went over and looked at his phone. It was a video of a man talking about dropping a biological weapon on Metropolis University. As a campaign for the mark of humankind to change. Saying that they were people already in the building. And just like that, the alarms started to go off.

You looked at the door before quickly making your way to try to block it. A few students got up to help you, but it was too late as someone flung the door open and pointed a gun at your head.

"If you know what's good for you, you will move." The masked man said

You swallowed your quick defiance and told the students to stay close to you. Then, silently, you watched the man make it to the front of the classroom.

"This will be easy if you make it easy. You will move out of this classroom and follow my instructions."

You looked at your students before you looked back at the masked man. You nodded at them to move with him in front of you. There were already some students and professors in the hallway. You saw the masked man was taking you to the basement. You could hear a small group of students huddled around a phone talking about Superman, who was fighting. You will never know why some people choose to livestream as dangerous shit is happening in front of them.

But you focus back on the basement they were leading you to. "You will stay here and will not make a noise. I will not hesitate to kill any of you." He walked around the cramped room where you were stored, locking the door.

"I can pick a lock." Someone said in the crowd. You could hear a hush before there was silence again. You could only hear the faint noise of someone watching the live stream from their phone. And it was like that for an hour and a half before someone said he was coming here.

The door quickly opened as the man from the video scanned the room. You were in the front, silently cursing as he made eye contact. You were dragged by the ankle out of the room into the open space of the basement. Some of the students are trying to grab onto you, but fail. You try to wrestle out of his arms as he makes you stand.

"You won't be able to do anything without hurting civilians." He said it out in the open air.

Your eyes widened as you felt a gush of air, and Superman was right before you. "You will let her go."

"You couldn't just let change me, humanity, we can do much better than our current selves, like I did for me."

He pulled out a syringe, and you quickly shook your head, muttering no. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you must be my first test subject." You try to wrangle his arms again. "Hold still."

You quickly thought of what your military uncle taught you. You kicked your leg back in between his legs, swiping one of them and sending you both to the ground. He barely missed your neck with the needle as you rolled out of the way.

"No, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this, you ruined it." You watched as Superman approached him. The man tries to dodge him and punch him. But Superman quickly moves, restraining his body to the ground. You watched as the police descended the stairs, taking the man in custody.

You watched as Superman came to help you. "Are you okay, ma'am?"

You dusted your body as he pulled you up. You looked up at Superman. "Yes, I'm alright." You winced as you fully got to your feet.

"You're okay to walk? I can carry you." You were going to be stubborn, but he is helping, so you might as well take it.

"I think I need help." You had to contain your voice when he swiped you in his arms. You heard the students passing by you, being guided by the officers, uttering oohs and aahs

You grabbed him lightly as he started to move up the stairs. And you sighed, thinking that this quick week had just turned into a long one.

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꧁An Guide On: How to Win The Heart of Clark Kent in 14 Days (Series Masterlist)

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Many times today, Clark.”

“Let me show you again.”

✧𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒕 (𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 2025) 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You are a professor from Gotham who moved to Metropolis to calm your worried father. You didn’t expect your manifesting to not only make Clark fall in love but also for Superman to work.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+, Black Reader, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, She fell first but he fell harder trope, Clark is so down bad, Smut, Soft Dom! Clark, PIV Sex, Oral, Use of Powers, Height Difference

PLAYLIST

Day One

Day Two

Day Three

Day Four

Day Five

Day Six

Day Seven

And 7 more days to go........

Hope you enjoy my story!

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꧁An Guide On: How to Win The Heart of Clark Kent in 14 Days

✧𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒕 (𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 2025) 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: I did not expect the first chapter to blow up like it did, but I genuinely appreciate the support. I will keep the chapters coming. And I'm going to create a post that will be a series masterlist, so check it out!

I'm also doing a taglist, so if you want to be a part of that. Just let me know!

Reblogs and likes would be appreciated!

Enjoy!

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song inspo: is this love by whitesnake

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Tuesday: Day Two

You nervously stood outside the Daily Planet's grand building, gripping the container bag. After your classes, you helped students during office hours. You returned to your apartment and went straight to your kitchen drawers. You flipped through your written recipes, looking at recipes online to make for Clark. You eventually became frustrated and decided to create something based on what you saw and your imagination.

You spent the next four hours in your cramped kitchen baking for a stranger. Like, really to impress a stranger. A fine one at that. Here are some baked goods, so how about a date with me? Yeah, no. You will drop these in his hand and see where it goes. Go with the flow if your mind and body allow that. You packed everything you baked and out the door you were.

So now you are here, deciding if you should just say fuck it and leave. It's just food; you don't know why you are making a big deal about this. But you want to leave an impression on Clark, a good one at that. You took a deep breath and walked into the building. The elevator doors opened to the top floor. As they opened, you almost bumped into a person. Apologized as you moved out of the elevator. You only had so much time to mentally gather before Jimmy called you.

"You didn't." Jimmy approached you with a warm smile. "What are they this time?"

You smiled back at him. "I might have done something." You handed the two large containers to him, keeping the smaller one in your bag. "It's brown sugar cookies and peanut butter, no baked cookies in the top one. And blueberry brown sugar muffins with a crumble in the bottom container."

"I tried to have a theme going, and brown sugar was the pick." You smiled as Jimmy made an excited noise.

"I love it when you have a theme," Jimmy called out as he ran to one of the break rooms with you laughing at his antics.

Your body tensed as you felt a presence at your back. "I get to try some sooner than I thought." Clark laughed lightly from behind you.

You turned around, startled at the voice. You clutched the bag tighter to your body. "Oh, I didn't see you, Clark." You smiled lightly. "I hope you like it."

"I have no doubt, since everyone in the office talks highly of your baking."

You felt your face heat at the compliment from him. Gotta say something instead of staring at him like deer in headlights. You could give him the container now; this is a good time. But before you could even get the words out. Lois called out Clark's name.

"Excuse me." He smiled before leaving you alone.

Yeah, you should've abandoned this plan. You felt all your earlier confidence melt from your body. Staring back at your dad's office. You sighed in relief that he left early today, so you don't have to worry about that. But now your problem is that you have to approach Clark in a non-awkward way. 'Like, hey, here are some cupcakes for you.' Easy right? Well, easier said than done.

You stood there awkwardly before deciding to move to Clark and Lois. You coughed before speaking. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?"

Lois and Clark looked up from the papers on the desk and in Clark's hand. Lois smiled at you. "No, we're just reviewing an article."

Okay, girl, this is the moment, take it. You smiled at Clark. "I made something just for you since you've never had any of my baking before."

Clark went wide-eyed before quickly setting the papers down on the desk. "For me?"

You nodded your head before taking the container out of the bag. "I probably should've asked if you had any allergies."

"No, I don't have any." He took the container from your hands. He examined that box. "What are they?"

"Bourbon brown sugar cupcakes with cream cheese icing. With caramel drizzle topped with shredded coconut." You rambled as you counted it on your fingers.

"Oh wow, that is a lot to do just for me," Clark said as he opened the container.

You frowned a little, unsure of your actions. "You don't like it. Is it too much?"

Clark raised his hand that wasn't occupied. Waving it back and forth in a reassuring gesture. "No, I love it."

Lois gave a knowing look to you. Looking between the two of you. "It's cute to see you two so awkward."

You and Clark laughed lightly before you leaned closer to whisper to him. "Make sure to hide them from Jimmy, or they will be gone."

Clark made a soft expression as he studied your face. "I'll make sure to keep them close to me."

You felt your whole body relax, knowing that he appreciated what you did for him. That was a success for the book. Now, you must wait to see if Clark will make a move in return. You saw his expression change from soft to a peaceful smile. Did you imagine that moment, or did he do that?

"Thank you for this," Clark said as he placed the container on his desk.

"It's not a problem."

You can move on with your day now that you've done that. It's only 4 pm. You could go grocery shopping. Since you almost cleared out your kitchen trying to bake.

You try not to focus on the fact that Clark's focus is still zeroed on you even as you say your goodbyes.

"I'll see you two later, and next time I see you, Clark, you'll tell me how those cupcakes tasted?" You smiled as he nodded lightly.

"I will."

You walk back to the elevator, not missing Jimmy's return, with his mouth full, saying how good it was. You shook your head, laughing, and waving to him before the elevators closed.

Knowing that Clark liked what you did, you had a pep in your step. You made a quick detour to the small antique shop you went to when you visited Metropolis. You browsed through trying to find replacements for your previous glassware. You found a green set that fit perfectly in your apartment.

You got back in your car, checking the time. You should get to the grocery store before it gets too late. You found your way to the store. Grabbing the cart where you browned the aisles. Still with that excited, giddy high from earlier.

You should get your essentials first and then splurge on yourself. You were so in your little world, thinking of items to buy. You didn't even notice the person in front of you.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." You apologized quickly, not even noticing who it was.

"It's quite all right."

You paused as you recognized the familiar deep voice. Finally, you looked at the person. Your eyes widened at Clark standing in front of you with a warm smile and a basket in hand, as if you hadn't just hit him with a cart.

"Clark! What a surprise to see you here." You gripped the cart handle to control your posture. "I'm sorry for the cart, I wasn't paying attention."

Calrk tilted his head at you. "You don't have to apologize, it's fine."

There was a small beat of awkwardness between you before he spoke again, filling the quiet aisle. "I ate one of your cupcakes. I can see why Jimmy hid all the others away."

Your face lit up at his words, and warmth spread throughout your body. Here comes that giddy schoolgirl crush feeling. "Really? You liked it?"

Clark formed a small smile at your expression. "Yeah, it was really good."

"I'm so glad you did; I made something new."

"Oh? You are an excellent baker because those cupcakes were good for your first time." Clark complimented. "Maybe you can teach me some of your recipes.

Did you hear that right? He wanted you to teach him your recipes. Okay, let's not get delusional. But that means something, right? "Maybe I can teach you a thing or two."

He smiled again at you before he looked at your cart. "You don't mind if I shop with you?"

"Oh no, I don't mind at all."

Clark is a charming and very funny person. He made your usual dreadful grocery shopping experience happy. You even saw a little of his life with what he picked up to buy. He even taught you some things you've never known before. Even in your short time talking to him, you've noticed a little quirk about him: his accent. He adopted a Metropolis accent well. But some words he would say had a country twang to them. You found it cute.

You both made it to the front of the grocery store, where you both paid for your items. Clark insisted that he carried your bags. You only opened your car door for him to put your bags in the backseat. You closed the door and turned back around.

Clark spoke before you could. "I was wondering if I could have your phone number? It's fine if you don't want to."

You could do cartwheels right now. Maybe your mom was right about the best way to a man's heart was his stomach. You'll have Clark's phone number. This worked faster than you thought. "I would love to." You pulled out your phone so he could type on it.

You type a message so he has your phone number, too. "There you go."

You can tell he was going to say something. Before he stilled his movements as if he heard something.

"I have to go, but I'll text you later." Clark smiled brightly before he started to walk away. "Bye, Y'N."

"Bye, Clark." You watched as his tall frame walked away from you. You sighed as you got in your car and drove back to your apartment.

You gather all your things and trek up the stairs to your apartment. You open your door and place your stuff on the kitchen counter. You make a slight noise of excitement as you recount your day. You have his phone number. But what can you two talk about? What can you say to avoid coming across as dull or dry? But that's for the future you to worry about. You have his phone number.

You put all your groceries away before you sat down on your couch and turned on the TV. They were talking about Superman again; he defeated a villain and saved civilians like clockwork.

You got comfortable on your couch, thinking you should call your best friend about this. You grabbed your phone from your back pocket and searched for the contact. This could be the start of something good. Something new and exciting is happening in this chapter of your life.

Taglist: @susanhill @mosseetrees

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꧁An Guide On: How to Win The Heart of Clark Kent in 14 Days

✧𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒕 (𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 2025) 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: Honestly I was just inspired by seeing the most beautiful black woman in one of the scenes so I had to make this. This is based off of a test screening of the movie where they were going to have title cards for days of the week but was scrapped.

This was cooking for a minute, but I finally did it. This is my first published fic on tumblr so please be nice.

I will put the songs that inspired these chapters in each one. I’ll probably make a playlist eventually, but I’m lazy.

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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You are a professor from Gotham who moved to Metropolis to calm your worried father. You didn’t expect your manifesting to not only make Clark fall in love but also for Superman to work.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+, Black Reader, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, She fell first but he fell harder trope, Clark is so down bad, Smut, Soft Dom! Clark, PIV Sex, Oral, Use of Powers, Height Difference (Ever since I found out how tall David was)

𝑾𝑪: 1,654

song inspo: you don’t know my name by alicia keys

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Monday: Day One

Your day could not start worse than this. You wish you could go back to sleep and start over. As the rain pelted down, you sat in your car, recounting this hellish day and the weekend. You finally gave in to your father’s advice and moved to Metropolis. His constant worries about your advocacy for Gotham University have made you a topic of conversation, especially since you have started discussing corrupt politicians.

As a professor, you care about your students’ education and job security. If speaking out gets you that, you will do it. You eventually agreed with your father because you did need a change of scenery. Gotham was always dark, with high crime rates—where you always had to be on your toes. And that gets tiring.

But move-in day was a wreck, as the movers broke some of your glassware. You were less worried, as the glassware you thrifted was not expensive. You were just glad you stored all your other valuables in your car. But the movers sucked, as you had so many marks and scrapes. You spent all night trying to get it out or disguise yourself.

You woke up later than your alarm, so you scrambled to find your outfit and look presentable to your new students. Only operating off coffee, you walked outside without looking at the weather. You immediately got wet as rain poured down on you. So you rushed back into your apartment, checking your hair first, as you had spent too much money on it to let it get ruined.

You navigated your way through the downtown of Metropolis, cursing silently, for your need to live on the outskirts of the town, as traffic was at a standstill. You just silently hoped you weren’t late for your first class. But you made it with five minutes to spare.

At least the students in your classes were lovely and friendly, which made the day less horrible. But now you’re sitting in your car, debating whether you should surprise your dad at the Daily Planet. You just needed a break from this stressful day.

You drove down to the Daily Planet building, greeted the receptionist, who already knew who you were, and took the elevator to the top floor. Even at 6 p.m., you were greeted with a flurry of busybodies. You made a beeline for your dad’s office. But slowed your steps when you saw the cutest guy hunched over a desk as other reporters talked to him. Granted, you did not often come to the Daily Planet when you lived in Gotham. But you would’ve noticed a man like that.

“Look what the cat dragged in, Y/N How are you?” Steve asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

You slowly made eye contact before dropping your eyes to his arm. You gently took his arm off. “I’m doing just fine.” As you moved to gain more space.

You heard of flurries of your name as Jimmy and Lois stepped away from the handsome man’s desk. “Hey guys, it’s been a while.” You said to the newly found group around you.

“How long are you here before you go back to Gotham?” Lois asked as you shook your head in disagreement.

“Well, actually, I just moved from Gotham to here,” you laughed, as Lois gasped, grabbing your hand.

“We have to hang out soon.” She grabbed her phone from her pocket, tapping on it in excitement.

Jimmy shouted the handsome man’s name. “Clark, come meet Ms. White.” You had to hold your amazement as he walked towards you. His tall frame takes up space.

“Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand for you to shake. His voice was soft, and he gave off a shy demeanor. You always like shy men. “It’s good to finally put a face to all the pictures in Mr. White’s office.”

You laughed lightly at his comment. “Lovely to meet you.” You took his hand, shaking it. “And I’m glad you were able to.” You held eye contact with him as you studied his face. But look away when he flashed a bright smile at you as if he knew you were checking him out.

“Now, why are you all gathering around her like that? Move.” Your father left his office to stare at the group from the door. “Clark, you better not be making moves with my daughter.” Your father walked closer to your group.

Clark moved his hand before he coughed and moved up his glasses. “Oh, I wasn’t, sir.” He moved out of the way as your dad approached you.

“Hey, baby,” He whispered, opening his arms wide for you. You wrapped your arms around him for comfort.

“Hey, Dad.” You sighed in comfort. “I hope you haven’t been terrorizing these people lately.” You whispered to him.

“Oh, please, I’ve been good.” He laughed lightly. “Now what is the pleasure of this visit?”

“Oh, I can’t just visit my dad,” you said as you let him lead you to his office. You glanced back at Clark, who was already looking at you. You quickly turned your head back in front of you.

He looked at you before he sat down at his desk. “Let’s be honest. I know you are very accustomed to Gotham, but this will be a nice change.”

You sighed as you sat across from him. “I know, but Metropolis is very different and as safe as it can be, even as interdimensional beings roam.”

You looked out the large glass window. “A part of me loved Gotham, even though it was a living hell sometimes. My job made it enjoyable.”

Your dad studied you for a moment before speaking. “I’m sure you can find something that grabs your attention until you’re comfortable here.”

“I hope so, as you will be the one to hear from me, as you dragged me here by my arms.” You rolled your eyes lightly.

“Girl, I hardly did anything to make you come.”

You gave him a deadpan look, but you’re not about to beat the dead horse. So instead, you smiled lightly as you stood back up. “I’ll see you later this week for dinner?” Your dad nodded his head in agreement as he waved goodbye.

“I’ll call you.”

You walked back into the open space as you heard your name being called. “Since you’re here permanently, you must make some of your famous baked goods.” Jimmy looked at you expectantly.

You tapped your chin in fake thinking. “Should I?” You laughed as you heard pleas. “Fine, since you asked so nicely.”

You had to hold back your laugh as Clark raised his hand in the air lightly. “What do these baked goods consist of?”

You opened your mouth as Jimmy butted in first. “Only the best thing I tasted, everything you make is good.”

Lois nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I look forward to them every time.”

You waved your hands bashfully at the compliments. “It’s just something simple, I’ll make sure you get some Clark.” He smiled lightly at your admission.

Why does his smile keep stunning you in your spot? You focus back on the group again. “I’ll see you all later with something sweet in my hands.” You waved your hand as you walked back to the elevator.

You made your way out of the lobby and back to your car. You sat there, thinking your little crush could occupy your mind as you navigated this new city.

You eventually returned to your apartment, putting your keys in the little bowl. You slipped off your shoes as you went to the living room, turning on the TV.

They were discussing Superman as he had landed in some conversational waters with international affairs. You tilted your head at the screen at the images they showed of him. You plopped down on the couch, grabbed your phone, and did mindless scrolling until you came across the comments of people tearing Superman apart. “Supershit is kinda funny though, I will not lie.”

You tossed your phone on the couch and wondered what to eat as you went to the kitchen. Your mind reeled back the handsome reporter earlier. You felt butterflies, which is crazy because you barely know him. You felt like a high school student with a crush, and all it took was a few words and a smile on his end. But you could bake your way into his life. It’s delusional, but it could work. There is Nothing wrong with a bit of manifesting and a push.

What is the worst that could happen? Maybe he is interested, too. But if he isn’t, that will be devastating. You sat here on Monday night, plotting how to get a date. Maybe you could bake something and bring it tomorrow. As Tuesdays were one of those days, you didn’t have many classes to teach.

You just needed to find the right recipe and give it to him. Nothing to stress about, right? You just had to think on the bright side, even though you are a chronic stresser and tend to overthink things. But this can be simple. Just don’t put too much thought into it. But what if Clark found it weird that you made something just for him? And you barely know him. What if he doesn’t like it?

You shook your head as you stopped your busier thoughts. It’s just baking; you’re bringing something for the office. Let’s go with that. Just hand it to him and make up a reason why he got something different. Don’t make it awkward and weird.

You continued to chant that to yourself as you made dinner and got ready for bed, trying to hype yourself up for tomorrow as you are figuratively about to offer yourself on a silver platter in the form of baked goods.

Tomorrow will be great as you will make it.

Next Chapter

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A Crash Course to Kendrick's Super Bowl Performance, from a Black Woman

Note: this does NOT go in depth into all of the song's lyrics. I don't have time to recount two decades of his discography. This is just a summary of the performance itself.

Let's start with the first visual we get:

UNCLE SAM - most notably recognized from WWII American wartime propaganda, Uncle Sam is the personification of American patriotism and freedom. The term "uncle" is also evocative of Uncle Tom from Uncle Tom's Cabin, an abolitionist book that aided in inciting the Civil War. Uncle is also a very common term (both endearment and derogatory) towards Black men (eg. "unc"). Samuel L Jackson was fantastic.

Uncle Sam also resembles a circus ringleader, notable for my next point:

THE GREAT AMERICAN GAME - no, not Super Bowl. The GAG is us the people being pitted against each other: through late-stage capitalism, through the culture war, through class warfare, through being built of the backs of slaves. We are all players in the GAG because none of us on this site were the oligarchs seated at the inauguration.

This is also seen as Kendrick's stage was a Play Station controller. Not only did it remind of circus rings visually, but it was a game battle stage. The Great American Game is a battle royale of the commoners for the amusement of the rich whites.

Remember the foods / Them color was tin and brown / But now they 100 and blue - For this I'll just say, look what the last election said about lowering the price of eggs... and look at the prices now.

The revolution about to be televised / You picked the right time / But the wrong guy - Election 2024 once more.

THE FLAG DANCERS - yes, the dancers formed the US flag... off of the backs of Black people. Not a single white person in sight, and that's true of the cotton pickers in the fields. Plantations are part of how the US came to economic prominence after being a "backwater" colony. Remember tobacco? Cotton? Our bloodlines do.

The red and blue dancers are also notable for representing the Crips and Bloods, two infamous street gangs. The dance in Not Like Us is the Crip Walk. I recommend researching more on your own time about them, but just know they are a large part of the stereotype of Black people being "ghetto."

TOO LOUD, TOO RECKLESS, TOO GHETTO. Do you really know how to play the game? - This is exactly what Black people, especially Black men, get told all the time. It's why we change our names on resumes if they sound "too Black." It's why we codeswitch in non-Black company. This is especially rich considering how non-Black people love our culture and love to make money off of us, as the latter part of the quote points to. And it's even more profound during the Super Bowl-- the NFL is majority Black players.

STREET LIGHT A CAPELLA -- "thug" stereotype dancers to counteract the a capella connotations, with Uncle Sam then saying that Kendrick figured out "bringing other street guys around being a culture cheat code." Yes, this is a direct hit at Drake (listen to "Not Like Us") but also politically. Look up "model minority". Notably I would point to Candace Owens, or the Miami Venezuelan political group that's been in the news recently, especially as this directly led to Kendrick being surrounded by...

DANCERS IN WHITE -- it's white America. That's... that's the allegory.

NOT LIKE US TEASER -- Kendrick says "Not Like Us" is "their favorite song." -> he means white people specifically here. It comes after he's surrounded by all white dancers, the women around him who are his call and response are also in white (my opinion, they represent the industry). He's saying "Not Like Us" is the favorite of yts because it is about BLACK MEN FIGHTING. This again is reflected in the video game stage and ringleader Uncle Sam.

SZA -- instead of giving what they want, we see SZA. She's one of Drake's exes and Kendrick has always supported her.

ALL THE STARS -- This was in the first Black Panther movie, which I recommend you watch. Rest in Power Chadwick. Notably, this movie was incredibly mainstream as a major Marvel movie, and then we have Uncle Sam say...

"THAT'S WHAT AMERICA WANTS: NICE AND CALM. DON'T MESS THIS UP" -- translation: Marvel (the industry, America, etc.) wanted a safe, semi-pop song because white American likes safe pop songs, not Kendrick's usual heavy rap style about his life as a Black man! Don't mess up what you've got going mainstream for having this "Black rap feud" with Drake, who is an R&B model minority to white people because he's safe.

So what does Kendrick say?

IT'S A CULTURAL DIVIDE / IMMA GET IT ON THE FLOOR -- He was warned not to be political or apologetically Black for this Super Bowl performance, but he is using this big stage opportunity to speak out.

40 ACRES AND A MULE / THIS IS BIGGER THAN THE MUSIC -- 40 acres and a mule are what the freed slaves were promised. Instead, this land went to white sharecroppers. Research Jim Crow laws.

THEY TRIED TO RIG THE GAME / BUT YOU CAN'T FAKE INFLUENCE -- rig the election, rig the industry like with model minority Drake, rig the Great American Game with culture war to distract from active class warfare.

NOT LIKE US -- the only thing I'll mention because it made me holler is Serena Williams crip walking on Drake's metaphorical grave. She's another one of his exes.

TURN THE TV OFF -- exactly like he said! The TV is a distraction, the Super Bowl is a distraction, the mainstream news is often a distraction. Turn it off and get with your people!

GAME OVER — could not see this on my stream but at the end of the performance, the lights in the stadium spelled this out. The world is watching, America…

In conclusion, Kendrick Lamar is a visionary and thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

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Have I ever mentioned his HANDS BC HOOH

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Bark bark woof grrrr 🥵

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That’s my man right there😘

lead me home

pairing: void!gambit/remy lebeau x fem!reader

warnings: 🔞!!!!!, established relationship, post-daw resistance fight, the 3 b’s: blood, bruises, and baths (non-sexual bathing lmao), eventual smut, somnophilia for like .5 seconds, thigh riding, fingering (f!rec), finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, service oriented boyfie gambit <3

w/c: 5.3k!

a/n: this is literally my first ever non-kpop fic, which is crazy. idk much about gambit or his lore, but i fell in love w him in deadpool & wolverine so here i am :) if this is so totally ooc i’m very sorry, i’m only going off of what i saw in the movie! anyway, as per the end credit scene and mr. tatum, gambit is still in the void after the fight, sooo….. here’s this!

“i can walk,” you grumble, cheek bunched up against the cool leather of his coat. you’re positive you can, but still you make no effort to remove yourself from the safety of his strong arms. 

you had been walking fine, up until the residual energy zinging through your body gave way to pure exhaustion. you’d made it halfway back to the resistance hideout in the banged up odyssey before it gave out on the two of you. what’s left of the trek is thankfully walkable, but it’s not easy with your body as sore and aching from the fight as it is. 

remy chuckles against the crown of your head, ducking his own lightly to press his chin to your sweaty hair. 

“gambit knows t’at.” his grin is easy. 

he’s hurting too; he’s equally as exhausted, but he grins and bears it and puts you first anyway. you love him. 

“i’ll get blood on your coat.” 

not yours, you don’t think. well, maybe a little bit of yours, but the majority of the blood staining your clothes belongs to cassandra’s gang of mutants. you fought hard. all seven of you did. 

“gambit knows t’at too, chère,” he says, still grinning. you want to reach up and poke your finger into the dimple in his cheek, but your arms won’t listen. you’ll settle for studying his handsome face instead, eyeing the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the tall slope of his nose. “a lil’ blood ain’t never hurt nobody.” 

“is that how the saying goes? i don’t think that’s how the saying goes.” maybe he’s right though… you’re too tired to think too much about it, and remy’s right about a lot of things. 

he shrugs and it jostles you, so you adjust your arms around the wide breadth of his shoulders and hold on tight. 

as soon as the resistance hideout graces your sight, you’re nearly ready to fling yourself out of remy’s arms and run to the door using what little bit of energy you have left. it might not be much, but it’s your home here in the void, and you’re ready for the small comforts of it that you didn’t know you’d be able to come back to. the warm glow of the lamp lights, the chill of the pool water on your skin, the heady taste of remy’s ever growing collection of liquor. 

your head lolls against his arm as his steps carry you to the door. “god, i can’t wait to take my bra off,” you groan, and remy laughs again as he shoulders the door open. 

“you need any help widdat?” 

his mischievous gaze never wanes even when you level him with a halfhearted glare. 

you shouldn’t need any help, but maybe you’ll let him anyway. 

there’s a twitch at the corner of his lips as he carries you down the steps. he’s favoring his right leg, you can tell by his gait, but he hasn’t said a word about it. you know your gambit well enough to know that he’d rather take care of you first and downplay his injuries when you inevitably ask about them. 

it doesn’t hit you until remy gently sets you down in the entryway just how quiet the hideout is with only the two of you in it. there was always some sort of noise to be heard: laura’s heavy boots thunking on the floor, blade sharpening his weapons, the sluicing sound of elektra twirling her twin sai. now all you hear is the rhythmic dripping of the bathtub faucet and the airy shuffling of remy’s deck of cards as he takes them from his coat pocket. it’s a lot to take in at once, the silence is. the silence, and the inherent knowledge that you have no universe to return to like the others did, that remy has no universe to begin with. remy is the only thing worth living for here in the void. him and the surprisingly earnest promise wade left you with.  

we’re gonna get you out of there, sweeties, you and step up just sit tight! whoever the hell is writing this hasn’t figured that part out yet, ‘kay? and you know what? you’re welcome. i actually know a couple of things you can do to pass the time while you wait. have either of you ever heard of smashturba—

remy’s gentle, gloved hands on your shoulders bring you out of your thoughts, and your head rolls back until it thunks against the bulk of his chest. 

“lemme take dis off, chère, how ‘bout t’at? gon’ draw you up a bath. get you cleaned right up.” 

you know you need it. it’s then that you can feel every bit of the grime from the fight: the dirt under your nails, the blood caked in your suit and on your skin, the nasty bruises that must litter your body. the exhaustion seeps forward tenfold, and you teeter on your feet. remy steadies you as always, flexing his hands on your shoulders before he unzips the back of your suit and presses a slow kiss to the nape of your neck. he gets you bare just like this - tenderly pulling your arms from the sleeves of your suit and kneeling to help untie your boots and take off your pants. your hands grip remy’s shoulders to balance yourself while you step out of them. he’s as solid and sturdy as a mountain, your gambit. 

and he does, in fact, expertly undo the clasps on the back of your bra when he’s done, sliding the straps down your arms and giving you a playful wink as he tosses it to the side. he studies you - eyes the bruises and nicks and blood that paint your skin. he clicks his tongue and shakes his head at himself, thumb tracing the shape of a particularly nasty purple-blue bruise on the curve of your hip.  

“should’a kept a better eye on you,” he fusses, and remy steps away for a moment to turn on the warm water in the tub. it runs brown before turning clear. he plugs the drain when the water heats to the temperature you like the best. “i kno’ you can hold your own, but t’at don’t mean i like seein’ you hurt.” 

you can relate. watching remy get tackled, shot at, and thrown around wasn’t easy for you either. 

it was a harrowing experience all together. a rag-tag team with a rag-tag plan, even though the end result turned out much better than expected. you even managed to escape alioth, which is a feat in itself. but the what ifs, the could have beens, they hit you like a ton of bricks. 

you watch him pull off his gloves and take off his coat, but other than that, he remains completely clothed. remy’s hands are steady as they guide you into the tub. your teeth gnash when the warm water laps against the gashes that litter your torso and legs as you ease your way down. you wish he could join you, sit behind you and pull your back against his warm chest so that he could hold you like you need, but he can barely fit in the small tub by himself, much less with another person. at least he’s close, kneeling by the bathtub on his knees and watching you keenly. 

your own knees curl to your chest as he dips a cloth in the water and rings it out before bringing it to your cheek. the first touch of the cloth on your face makes your eyes droop; he’s gentle, only applying the softest amount of pressure to scrub the drying blood off of your skin. 

the water tinges pink when he dips the cloth back under. 

he continues like that, pressing the wet cloth against your neck, your chest, your arms and cleaning the blood from your body. the ends of his black sleeves are soaked from the water, so you use your last remaining strength trying to push his sleeves up his muscular arms so they won’t get wet again. he lets you fuss over him for a moment with a glint in his eyes.

“let remy see dose hands,” he mumbles, and he hums his thanks when you present them to him. he scrubs the cloth across your palms and between your fingers, paying close attention to the tips of your fingernails to make sure he’s cleaned the dirt and blood from under them as best he can. remy is thorough; his deft fingers work wonders. his hands increase their pressure when he starts to really bathe you, lathering the cloth with a bar of soap and scrubbing you clean. he chuckles when you start to sway with his movements. “done fell asleep on me, eh? we almost through, chère.” 

“you have magic hands,” you breathe, words slurring, and remy chuckles again. he really does, in more ways than one, whether that be the energy that thrums under his skin or the way he takes care of you. 

“that so?” 

“mm.” 

he thinks you’re sweet. it’s not often that he gets to see you like this; remy loves your spitfire attitude and the way you carry yourself from day to day, but here, both physically and mentally exhausted after the day you had, you’re pliant and malleable under his hands, more honest. you slump to the side of the tub so that you can rest your head against his chest plate, the beat of his heart thumping underneath it. 

“remy,” you say. “remy.” you just want to say his name, taste it on your tongue. 

“mon chère.” a kiss to your shoulder, your neck, the top of your head. he’s content to let you rest there for several moments before he sits you up again and watches as your eyes struggle to stay open. “c’est tout, up we go.” 

when he pulls you to your feet, you cling to him like you’ll disappear if you don’t. it truly feels like you might - like the world would swallow you whole if you let go, if you don’t hug him tight. if he doesn’t wrap his arms around you and hold you steady, tether you to the ground. 

the water sloshes when he helps you step out of the tub, and it almost physically hurts when he turns away from you to grab a towel. 

that’s when you look down; the water is darker than you expected it would be, a debilitating pink-red color that might stain the already dingy tub if you don’t drain it soon. you shiver, slightly overwhelmed that all of that blood came off of your body. how much of it belonged to cassandra’s mutants? how much of it belonged to you? you could have— 

“look at me,” he tells you, and your gaze refocuses on him in an instance. there’s nowhere else you’d rather look. remy unplugs the drain before you have the chance to get distracted again. “look here. reckon it’s better to look at gambit’s handsome mug den t’at mess, huh?” 

that does bring a shaky smile to your lips, a small one that’s just for him, and remy dries you off as best he can while you steadily try to wrap yourself around him again. 

you let him play doctor when he’s done drying you off. he sits at the table while you stand between his legs to dab alcohol on your wounds and bandage them up before he helps you put on some clothes, a clean pair of underwear and one of his cropped tops that he likes so much. 

you’re halfway asleep when he takes you in his arms once more to carry you to the skull bed. he lifts you onto the mattress with little trouble, over the massive teeth around the edges of the jaw and straight onto the pile of throw pillows. remy putters around the bed for a bit, pulling the covers over you and arranging the pillows to make you more comfortable. it’s not until your eyes droop closed that he moves to head back to the bath himself, but your arm shoots out to grab his hand before he can. 

“mon petit chère,” he croons, something dulcet and warm and soothing. “i need t’get down to the bath right quick.” 

you frown, you can’t even help it. you want him in bed, spooned right behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, you want to rest your head on his chest so that you can hear the rhythmic beat of his heart. you want him here with you, but you know he’ll feel better too when he gets the dirt and grime off of his body, just like you did. you should get up and help him like he helped you, erase the bloody signs of the fight from his beautiful body as best you can, show him how much you love him, how much you cherish his presence. 

“what’s t’at bobin for, huh?” remy chuckles. 

you pout harder. “i want to help.” 

he leans against the massive teeth and reaches over to smooth your hair from your forehead. “why don’tcha stay right here and keep an eye on me? gambit need all the lookin’ after he can get.” he lifts your hand up and kisses your knuckles before you finally ease your loose grip from his fingers. 

your eyes aren’t nearly as keen as they usually are when you watch remy take his clothes off. your blinks get slower and your eyes stay shut for longer, but you do keep your eyes on him like he asked you too. it’s the least you can do. his balaclava comes off first, then his chest plate and fitted shirt. his traps flex when he pulls the shirt over his head. if you were any less tired, you’d probably be biting your lip by now. 

just like you figured, he’s as banged up as you are. dark bruises litter the wide expanse of his muscular back, and his front looks the same when he turns around. the next time you open your eyes after another long blink, he’s already easing himself into the bath. remy lets himself relax for a moment, and you watch as his bulky arms come up to rest against the sides of the tub, head tilting back against the lip. you stare, you can’t help it. it’s the longest you go without blinking in a while, all so you can trace the never ending curves and lines and shapes of his body. 

“you go any longer without blinkin’, chère, ya eyes gonna dry out,” he jokes, a satisfied grin growing on his handsome face. 

“says the preening peacock,” you mumble, and you make a spectacle of blinking your eyes rapidly. a sleepy whine works its way into your voice. “you told me to watch! you like it. don’t even lie.” 

“mais oui, caught me red handed.” 

he doesn’t stay in for long, only long enough to relax for a few moments and clean himself off. you hope the water isn’t as dark with blood as yours was; the thought nearly makes you sick to your stomach, unable to bear the thought that remy could have been hurt worse than he was. 

your eyes stay on him still while he towels off, while he dabs alcohol on the worst of his injuries and bandages them up. remy’s naked as a jaybird when he finally makes his way back to the bed, and you throw the blankets back so they’ll be ready for him when he climbs in. he’s still favoring that right leg; he grunts as the muscle twinges when he climbs over the set of teeth in the jaw of the bed frame. you’re immediately pulled into his strong arms, one snaking around your shoulder and the other resting over your arm where it lays against his toned stomach. 

home at last. 

it’s like your brain shuts off the second you come into contact with his skin again. he’s dewy and warm from the bath. you can hear the thump of his heart, his steady breathing, and your eyes nearly roll as they finally slip shut. 

“sleep,” remy whispers. “gambit ain’t goin’ nowhere.” 

his dulcet voice is the last thing you hear before you finally succumb to your slumber, safe and sound in remy’s arms. 

it’s sweltering. 

the heat blankets you like a fog, wraps around you like a vine.

a blazing, orange fire, flames that lick themselves up your legs and torso. they should burn. the flames should scorch your clammy skin, and they do, until the orange of the fire makes way for dazzling purple. breathtaking, gleaming bursts of purple that embrace you like a warm hug instead. 

you’re hardly awake, haven’t even opened your eyes yet. without the use of your eyes, your fuzzy brain works in overdrive to understand what it is that you’re feeling. 

the feeling of heat, of unbridled pleasure. 

your hips twitch on their own, chasing the feeling your sleep-addled body and mind suddenly crave so desperately. the noises that bubble from your throat can’t be stopped: choked whimpers, pitiful keens, airy whines. you rub against something hard, something warm, and it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. your fingers frantically search for the source of the heat, clenching and unclenching in their haste to pull it closer toward you. 

the soft give of skin, a deep breath, a tender kiss to your sweaty hair. 

a particularly hard snap of your hips has your eyes finally fluttering open, and the source of the heat makes itself known.

how could it be anything other than remy? 

even with your mind hazy from sleep, you immediately feel bad for tugging on him like you were, for disturbing his much needed rest, so your fingers unclench themselves from his bicep. his heartbeat is steady; you can hear the rhythmic beating of it from where you’re resting on his chest. 

“you up?” he rasps. he hasn’t been up long. “y’killin’ me dead.” 

how mortifying. you were rutting against him like a dog all because of something you don’t even know if you could consider a wet dream? you’re sweating, and your underwear is soaked. the shirt of his you wore to bed is so twisted and wonky from sleep that your bare breasts press against his side, but he holds you close regardless. 

“this is so embarrassing!” you wail, and remy chuckles. 

“mais non.” your leg is still thrown over his thigh, so he cups you behind the knee and drags your leg up until it’s resting over his crotch. he’s hard, mouthwateringly so, leaking against the muscular ridges of his stomach all from feeling you rut against him in your sleep. his hand rubs up and down your thigh when you begin to lightly press it against the bulge of his cock. “you can do whatever you want to remy, chère, don’t gotta ask. done drove him out his mind…”  

his lips are warm when you kiss them. your hand comes up to cup his face, his stubble scratches against your fingers. remy groans deep in his throat when your tongue licks lazily against his, and your cunt throbs in response. can he feel it with you pressed against him like this? he gives you his own answer with a flex of his thick thigh, pressing it against you harder. it’s easy to grind down on him like this, when you’re half on top of him and relaxed with sleep. 

“y’know, ah, if my mind serves me right, somebody told me once t’at i have magic hands.” 

he says it with a grin, right against the pout of your kiss swollen lips. 

“somebody, huh? who, some couyon?” 

“the love of my life,” he says instead, green eyes earnest and soft. “l’amour de ma vie.” 

you can’t help but kiss him again; you put your all into it, hoping that he can feel every ounce of the adoration you have for him. he’s the love of your life too. it’s deep from the start, slow and all encompassing, and you can’t get enough of the way remy holds you close to him by your thigh and your back. 

the heady press of his thigh against your soaked core is sorely missed when he rolls you over on the bed and throws the covers back. remy props himself on his elbow beside you, his eyes roam like you’re a feast he’s ready to devour. he doesn’t have to spread your legs, you do that yourself, unveiling the ever growing wet spot that covers the gusset of your panties. 

“gardez donc,” remy breathes, shaking his head like he can’t believe his eyes. 

you jolt when he thumbs the wet fabric before pulling it to the side to see you bare. you watch as he works his jaw, sitting up on your elbows to have a better look when he finally ducks down to spit onto your already soaked pussy. your head flops back onto the pillow nearly as soon as it happens. it’s too much… the feeling, the sight of it. remy’s thick fingers spread you open, and he watches raptly as his spit seeps down the glistening skin of your cunt. he rubs you like that; two fingers dip shallowly into your hole to gather your wetness and his spit before bringing them back up to your swollen clit. 

“oh my god, remy, fuck,” you keen, and those beautiful, green eyes bore into yours. 

“dass’it, you jus’ lay back and let remy deal de cards, eh?” 

all you can do is nod. 

his hands are magic, no one’s ever touched you the way remy has; you’ve never felt such unbridled pleasure until remy took charge of it. the two of you didn’t have the chance to do this too often, not with the others present. of course, you did find your ways. he’s taken you plenty by the fire outside, in the stone staircase at the doorway, and even on a few particularly memorable occasions, on a table in joe’s diner while you don his leather coat. a bed this big is a luxury, and you know exactly how you’re going to spend your time together until wade fulfills his promise. 

your legs shake as remy’s fingers slip inside. his middle finger first, with the heel of his palm pressed right against the bud of your clit for that delicious stimulation he knows you need. you stretch easily for him, and your thighs spread wider to accommodate his movements. his ring finger makes its way inside shortly after, and soon, your hips are rocking sharply against the rough heel of his hand while his thick fingers bully that spongy spot inside that makes your toes curl. 

“pleasedon’tstop,” you whimper, voice frantic and airy. remy nudges your cheek with his nose, breathing heavily against the line of your jaw. 

“wouldn’t dream of it, chère.”

he hums when your hand flies down to grip his wrist. it’s so overwhelming, it’s everything, that dazzling purple heat flashes again until it’s all you feel. 

“curl them, curl them like tha- oh.” remy listens well; he curls his fingers like you tell him to and keeps his motion steady until he has to sit up further and use his other hand to hold you down. he presses down on your stomach to hold you still but soon moves it to your restless legs where they writhe against the mattress. they nearly snap shut around his insistent fingers before remy pries them back open. you like when he uses his strength on you, when he holds you down. 

the devil’s always been good to you, your own fallen angel. 

“lemme see it,” he goads. “don’t hold nothin’ back from me.” 

it’s loud; you don’t have to tell him how much you like it because the sloppy noise of your cunt does that for you. his cock leaks steadily against your hip, you can feel the sticky drip of precum on your sweaty skin, but all you can do is grip remy’s wrist and hold on tight while his fingers rub against your spongy walls relentlessly. 

your eyes roll when he gets you there, and you cum with a full-body shudder. remy holds you to his chest as you curl in on yourself, shaking and shivering in his warm embrace. his fingers fuck you through it, only slowing his rhythm and easing their curl when your own fingers tighten around his wrist. remy ushers you back against the pillows now that you’re done, slipping his soaked fingers from your core only after you finish pulsing around him. his gaze is soft, but it darkens as you use your hold on his wrist to bring his digits to your mouth. 

“ooh, you nasty!” he grins, and his eyes slide down to your swollen, spit-slicked lips. remy curls his fingers again, petting them against your soft tongue and fucking them deeper into your mouth. “she’s sweet, eh?” 

you’d suck on his fingers all day if you could, but you slip them from your mouth with a pop! to answer him. “mm. i can see why you’re so obsessed with me.” he swats you lightly on the thigh for that, and you wiggle gleefully. 

remy slips your panties from your legs before he settles himself between them to kiss you again. he kisses your sweetness from between your lips, tongue curling around yours and sucking it into his mouth for a better taste. you’d let him fuck you like this if you didn’t remember his leg was hurt; you’d let him bend you in half and fuck you until your knees are clamping shut around his wide shoulders, but the thought that he could hurt himself more makes you hesitant. 

he kisses down your neck when you pull away from his lips, purses his lips around your sensitive nipple and flicks his tongue. it has you arching your back, and the cropped t-shirt you’re wearing rucks further up your chest. you curl your fingers into his hair to tug him closer. 

“let me- god, let me get on top?” you breathe. he makes to pull his head back, but you hold him in place. remy laughs through his nose and continues to kiss and lick and suck at your chest, and it isn’t until he nips at it that you let him go, but not without a swat to his shoulder. 

you almost squeal when remy takes you in his arms to roll you both over. his lap is your favorite seat; you wiggle your hips to get comfortable, and remy takes hold of them. his cock slips between the lips of your pussy where it’s warm and wet and soft, and you rock down onto him slowly. 

“you keep t’at up, chère, gambit won’t last a minute,” he grits. 

he’s cum like this before, with you just grinding yourself on his cock, shooting ropes of pearly cum up the ridges of his abdomen until you duck down to lick it all up. you’d do it again, but you’re aching to have him inside where he belongs. when you lift up on your knees and reach down to grip him, remy cups the backs of your thighs to help keep you steady. he’s a stretch, his length and girth is nothing to scoff at even after he fingered you pliant and needy. 

“dunno if it’ll fit,” you pick, circling your hips so that the give of your hole teases the head of his cock. 

“y’know gambit fits. just gotta let him in, chère.” 

you don’t have it in you to tease him any longer, so you press him inside with the tips of your fingers and sink down slowly. dazzling blasts of purple burst behind your closed eyelids; he feels so good, you fit together like a perfect puzzle. the first rock of your hips has your head lolling, and your hands scramble for leverage against the bulk of remy’s chest. 

“dass’it, dass’a good girl,” he grunts. “mon dieu.” 

you’ve always been his good girl, you always want to be. it spurs you on to do your best. your own body is sore from yesterday’s fight, but you feel reinvigorated on top of him like this. the bouncing of your breasts is covered by the shirt you’re wearing - it’s enough for remy, the sway of the cloth, the peak of your sensitive nipples through the fabric. one hand leaves his chest so that you can tug them jagged hem of your top up to your mouth. you bite down on it, baring your bouncing breasts to the man below you, and remy cups them in his hands. 

“hoo, merde. lemme take t’at off’a you?” 

he loves to see you in his clothes, you both know it, but he wants you naked. remy tugs the hem from between your teeth and shucks the shirt over your head, tossing it off the bed completely. you preen when he takes you in; there’s nothing to be shy about here, not with your gambit. 

“what are you looking at, remy lebeau?” you ask with a cock of your head. your hips resume their movement, grinding in slow circles until your eyes are fluttering. 

“you a sight for sore eyes, chère, i’ll tell you t’at.” 

like he’s one to talk. the window on the ceiling above the bed bathes him in warm light. remy’s beautiful, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. his beautiful heart, beautiful soul, beautiful body… he’s the perfect package. 

you change tactics, switching your sensual grinding to rough bouncing that has your breath hitching in your throat. he’s deep like this, and every time you drop down in his lap, your swollen clit rubs against the coarse curls of remy’s pubic hair. 

you’re so close, so fucking close you can taste it. it has your knees trying to kiss where they’re straddling his hips. he notices the shaking in your thighs, he always notices everything about you, and his hips immediately buck to help you out. your eyes roll, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as remy begins to fuck you. he’s so strong, his hands grip your waist to pull you down on him harder, and it has you keening high in your throat. 

“eyes on me,” he grunts. “keep dese pretty eyes on gambit when he makes you fly.” 

it’s a struggle, but your eyes find his as quickly as they can. your hands are still planted on his chest, but you move them to either side of his head so that you can be closer to him. remy’s grip on your hips is intoxicating; you’ll feel it for days, god, you hope you’ll feel it for days. you’ve never felt safer in someone’s arms, never felt more loved or wanted. 

remy nods his head when your eyebrows start to furrow, hands moving from your hips to clutch the rippling fat of your ass. 

“you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimper. “baby, you’re- oh, remy, fuck!” 

you give him another full-body shudder when you cum, nearly lifting yourself clean off his cock in the process due to how hard you shiver. he holds you down, hips rutting as he chases his own release and follows right behind you. the rhythmic pulsing of your cunt gets him there quickly, it always does. 

“keep on clenchin’ like t’at, chère. bon dieu, ça c’est bon.” 

you plop down onto his chest when you’re both done, and remy’s hands come up to massage your back. 

it’s quiet again, all you can hear is your shared heavy breathing and the distant drip of the bathtub faucet. you’re content to lay here until remy’s hands get restless, until they reach out in search of his deck of cards. for now, you’ll rest against his chest and listen to the beat of his heart. 

you don’t know what will happen in the coming days or how long you’ll be stuck in the void until the tva finds somewhere for you and remy to go. you’re not sure of much, you won’t ask for much either, but you’re sure of at least one thing. 

as long as remy’s by your side, home isn’t far away.

dictionary!

(mon) chère: term of endearment - (my) "dear" or "sweetheart"

c'est tout: that's all

petit: little

bobin: frown

mais oui/non: well yes/no

couyon: (could also be spelled as couillon?) a rascal, a fool

gardez donc: look at that

mon/bon dieu: my/good god

merde: shit

ça c'est bon: that's good

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Kendrick x Not Like Us (Live)

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Bucked & Fxcked

Label Mature 18+

Finding out there is a military deployment party at the live music hall across from your college immediately entices you and your room mate. Bored with college boys you each excitedly plan to snag and shag a handsome soldier for the night, but when you lay eyes on two of the most handsome and suave majors you have ever seen in your life you can’t decide which one you want more. They both tease and seduce you in ways that get you so hot between the legs you flirtatiously admit you wish you could have both.

Upon hearing your words and realizing they won't get an opportunity like this with such a beautiful dame again they come to an agreement, they'll share you. They bring you back to their base in one of the Majors offices locking the door and double tapping you with pleasure the entire night.

No established relationship

Groping•objectification•degradation •fingering• biting• gspot fem •nippleplay •clitplay•restraint •threesome•oral sex m/f• P in V •sex on a desk• oral sex f/m• multiple orgasms •simultaneous orgasms•squirting • bukkake (2 males ejaculate on female )• cum eating• after care

Inspo: needing to be Fxcked by both Bucks 🥵

~*Bucked & Fxcked*~

You and your room mate get dressed in form fitting low cut tops and A-line skirts putting on lip stick and heavy mascara before leaving the dorms at 7:30 in the evening.

You are taking the half mile walk together with dozens of other girls from the college campus to have some fun at the live music dance hall.

All the girls are in their prettiest dresses giggling excitedly walking arm in arm gossiping because a platoon of soldiers will be there for a special military event dancing the night away before they deploy.

You and your room mate have already had quite the sexual experiences sneaking college boys into your dorm room after midnight for quick romps going through the roster never feeling completely satisfied.

You were both very excited to try something daring and new.

As you approach the establishment you hear the swing music getting louder. People surround the well lit dance hall talking, laughing, some coupled up already kissing. You see cars parked in the distance with couples inside making out.

You nudge your room mate pointing it out to her and she smiles mischievously, you both thinking the same thing, it's the pure debauchery you are expecting. The double doors to the dance hall swing open as a couple walks out arm in arm the music is blaring and there is a surge of excitement in the air as you enter.

The space is enormous red white and blue fan fare hanging everywhere. American flags stars and stripes draped colorfully on full display every where you look.

The dance hall is so loud, the brass band is deafening as you look to the players on stage. The floor is packed with a sea of men in green and brown uniforms holding colorfully dressed young ladies giggling, swirling, dipping, twirling, its orchestrated chaos. They nearly miss colliding with each other doing dangerous and provocative dance moves dizzy with excitement and booze.

You are so excited in this environment until your friend is immediately swept away by a handsome soldier who smiles at her twirls her and pulls her onto the dance floor with him. You smile at each other as she giddily waves farewell.

You head to the bar feeling your mood dip without her, she got swept up so quickly, you want to see if you can bump into anyone else you know from campus as you make your way through a crowd of dancers near the blaring trumpets being played on stage.

You are stopped in your tracks by a pair of dancers almost knocking into you, just as they clear your path, your eyes lock onto two of the most dreamily handsome Majors you've ever seen in your life.

They are standing with their elbows rested on the high tables in the drinking area near the bar. They are overlooking all the actions of the lower ranks.

Your gaze must have lingered a little too long because they both look over at you and make eye contact smiling so gorgeously you are shocked and wave politely.

One is a tall blonde with a gorgeous face, plump lips, strong jaw, perfect nose, and big blue eyes. The other is a towering brunette with a handsome face, broad nose, full lips, angular chin, and flirty blue eyes.

Your heart begins pouding as they wave back. The brunette making the signal he wants to meet you at the same time the blonde points to you to gesturing hes coming over. You laugh to yourself in shock as they both head your direction.

It's probably the sexiest thing to have two handsome men walk across a room and approach you. They are taller than you expected, you look up to them when they are standing directly in-front of you. They both smile at you making you blush, they are so clean cut and neat, they smell amazing.

When they try to speak to you over the music they begin laughing unable to get their words across you are all too close to the stage and can't hear a thing with the saxophone blaring. Finally the blonde leans into your ear "Come to a table it's quieter" he says holding your gaze nodding and gesturing you to come, you nod smiling and follow them.

They pick a table at the back corner farthest from the stage in a more secluded area.

Once you all settle down the music is at a manageable level and you can finally hear each other speak. "Hi!" you say cheerfully just happy to look at their handsome faces up close.

They each take a turn shaking your hand " I'm Gale" says the blonde "Im John" says the brunette, their eyes full of attraction as they stare at you.

"The boys call me Buck and him Bucky not to confuse you, the nick names are a long story" Gale says and looks at John to confirm but hes too busy giving you the dreamy eyes. Gale smacks him lightly on the chest for staring at you like that.

John snaps out of being mesmerized by your beauty and flashes you his normal pretty smile his flirty eyes still making you blush, heat creeping up your neck as you smile back politely.

Gale just shoots John a knowing look, it's the night before deployment so there is only one thing on all the men's minds at the dance hall, securing a girl for the night and now he and John are both set on the same one, you.

"Can we get you anything to eat or drink?" Gale asks politely as John rubs his fingers across his lips and chin admiring you. "Oh no l'm fine I'm actually a student at the college so they feed us supper every night, and seeing its Friday my friend said all the military were having a deployment party here so we wanted to get out and have some fun." You smile innocently and look away hiding your lustier intentions.

John rests his elbow on the table covering his mouth he turns away from you hiding his smile thinking you are so naive coming to a bar full of sexually deprived soldiers for fun looking this good.

"Well where is your friend?" Gale asks perking up thinking maybe he can introduce John to her and secure you for himself because you are clearly the most stunning girl they've both ever seen and he doesn't want to compete with John the entire night.

You scan across the dance floor and spot her just as the solider from earlier is holding her with both hands twirling her around panties flashing as he dips her.

"There she is, and wow that soldier is a really good dancer!" you say excitedly.

Gale and John shoot looks at each other knowing shes dancing with the number one play boy on the base before John blurts out "Yea she's not coming back to the dorm tonight!" and they both burst into laughter.

Your face flushes a little hot from them making fun but you remain calm and you show some assertiveness

"Well that's the plan gentlemen we don't want to go back to our dorm tonight" you retort and they both fall slack jawed.

"You don't say" Gale says in amusement, his eyes flashing attraction now as he looks at you. "What are they teaching you young ladies in college these days now anyway?" He asks intrigued, his voice turns sultry.

You feel the heat rising in your core as he locks in on your sexual deviancy wanting to know more. You look away hiding your sudden shyness as you answer "All sorts of things" your voice softer feeling you've just admitted to all the sex you've been having. "Is that so?" he says leaning closer staring at you so intently you return your eyes back to his. John clears his throat to interrupt the sexual tension and blocks Gales advances by speaking up.

"Well if you're not going back to your dorm, and you are planning to leave here with one of these fine gentlemen." He says extending his arms to show just how many you have to chose from in the dance hall before continuing "Which one are you choosing to leave with?" He asks with intent, his eyes full of all his hidden thoughts about you as he smiles.

When you smile back at John and then Gale, your face flushes as you feel the heat creep up your neck again.

You bite your lower lip trying to regain composure.

He and Gale flash each other looks, they've been serving in the military together long enough to be synchronized communicating with just a glance or a gesture. They have both decided it is now a competition. They sit back looking debonaire and cool awaiting your answer of who is the victor.

"If I had to chose one?" You say scrunching your nose cutely uncertain of which one you want more. You feel the arousal pooling between your legs as they both stare at you so seductively.

You decide to play with them "I wish I could have you both" you admit flirtatiously. Their faces look shocked making you giggle. "Both? " Gale says stunned. John looks around in disbelief holding back his laugh that you couldn't decide. "Yea just for one night" you say nonchalantly actually really liking the idea now seeing how competitive they are, all the attention would be on you.

Gale and John look at each other as they realize you are serious. Then it sets in that you really aren't going to choose and that they'll never have an opportunity like this with a beautiful dame like you again. "Would you excuse us just one moment." Gale says his face flushing red as he tries to act unfazed. You bashfully nod secretly wondering if they'll both agree to take you at the same time tonight, you squeeze your thighs together wet at the thought.

They stand and walk only a few steps away turning their backs to you lowering their voices "I think she's serious." Gale says with a stunned expression on his face making John start chuckling.

"Shes definitely serious and I kind of want to do it just to see the surprised look on her face when she realizes what she's asking for." John says smiling mischievously. "Getting fucked by the Bucks?" Gale says making them burst into laughter.

Gale comes to his senses and gets more serious

"Alright the ground rules then; if it get awkward we stop, if she starts screaming for her life we definitely stop, I get one side you get the other, and I think it could work." John smiles and agrees to the plan going insane with the fact you've already astounded both of them.

Gale peeks over his shoulder and sees you sweetly smile and wave flirtatiously at him, you like how they are being so shy and cute now.

"Yea look at her John she gets finer by the second, let's go get her." They break their huddle and return. Gale extends his hand to you and as you take it he wraps his arm around yours John extends his arm to your other side and you wrap your arm around his too. You try to contain your giddiness and excitement as the three of you leave together.

You exit the loud dance hall into the quiet night arm in arm with two handsome strangers. You are laughing inside of your head how crazy the idea is and how it's coming in to fruition.

You approach the military car and Gale gets his keys as John gets your door. You sit in the back seat and John gets in to sit next to but Gale pulls him back by the collar of his military jacket. "In the front" Gale snaps sternly with a look of 'don't touch her yet'. John laughs he really wanted to sit and talk and get to know you more, but Gale can’t have that.

During the short drive to the base Gale keeps peeking in the rear view mirror at you. "If you need anything let me know" he says actually feeling anxious that you left the dance hall with them rethinking the whole thing.

John on the other hand is fully invested "So what's the real reason you have to have both of us? What are you expecting us to do once we get here?" he asks peering back at you over his shoulder.

"Just have a little fun" you reply casually. You've already had so many trysts you assume if one can't satisfy you the other one could. "Is anything off limits or is it a free for all" he grins cheekily elbowing Gale who's focusing so hard on the easy drive that John knows he's too worked up in his head over this.

"It's just sex" you roll your eyes gently. For you it's a basic missionary hump for 2 minutes like all of your encounters they would definitely be top 10 for most handsome though.

"It's... just... sex" John repeats your words deliberately getting Gales attention shielding his lips discreetly mouthing ("I don't think she's had good sex") Gale tries and fails to hold back a quick laugh, finally breaking his nervousness. He realizes you think one will take you and then the other, having no idea of all the sexual things he and John are going to make you experience tonight.

You look out the window and see the entrance to the military base, its gigantic so many barracks and buildings it's practically its own town surrounded by barbed wire fencing. Gale slows the car down and shows his ID to the guard who salutes him and lifts the road block.

They drive in through the rows of buildings until they reach an office structure Gale hops out and comes to get your door. The base is unusually quiet all the men still at the dancehall partying the night away.

John gets his keys out first and unlocks the front entrance to the building the three of you walk inside through the lobby to an office door. You read the name plate 'Major Gale Cleven' as he unlocks and opens it.

Once you enter Gale clicks on the lights and John locks the door bolt behind you. They immediately begin to toy with you letting you know you are their plaything to be shared.

Gale steps in and kisses you as he gropes you all over your dress around your derrière and up your chest squeezing your breasts in both his hands.

John watches getting hard and jealous seeing Gale get to touch all over your body. Gale gives him a show that you'll let them do anything to you and firmly squeezes his hand around your derrière before pulling your dress up over your waist holding it there to show John your panties.

Gale breaks from the kiss with you "Come take her panties off and finger her” he says. You are so aroused loving how they speak to each other taking charge over you. Gale begins kissing you again holding your dress pinned up in the back for John.

When John kneels down behind you, his fingertips touch up your soft thighs reaching to your hips and hooking his thumbs in your panties sliding them down.

He looks at your perfect derrière and kisses across your exposed cheeks in worship. They’ve already done more than you've ever experienced your panties cling to your wetness as he pulls them lower. "Gale shes fully soaked" he says pulling your panties all the way down. Your pussy is glistening in his face, he trails his finger through your folds collecting your arousal gently rubbing your tight entrance making you clench around nothing.

He takes two fingers spreading you open like a book massaging your inner folds inches from his face getting drunk with arousal on the sight of your pussy. He slowly inserts his two long fingers inside of you making you moan into Gales mouth breaking his kiss "How does she look?" Gale asks through ragged breaths his cock already solid.

John whistles "It's one of the most pretty pussies I've ever seen" he says sliding his large fingers in and out of you amping up your arousal tilting his fingers to reach toward your navel and curling them back down making you moan loudly into Gales face.

Gale pulls your top halfway down exposing your breasts and rubs them gently in his hands. He trails soft kisses up your neck then pinches your nipples so hard it makes you bite your lower lip stifling your moan in your throat as you clench on John's fingers.

"I know I know" Gale coos at you "We're giving you things you never even knew you needed" you nod feverishly you love it your core pulsing as you feel your climax start. You are getting so wet with arousal it begins leaking out of you down John's hand as he fucks you with his fingers.

"Gale she's going to cum she's already dripping down my hand how should we take her?" When John says it, your face flushes and your knees buckle from pleasure.

"Make her cum on your fingers, I want to make her cum again on my tongue " Gales looking in your eyes as it registers what he said you moan from his dirty words. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, it makes them smile they are turning you out in so many ways.

John cups his large hand holding your bottom cheek kneading it as he plants kisses then gently bites into it.

When you feel the pinch of his teeth in your flesh it makes you clench so hard inside that he knows your about to orgasm. He begins pummeling his fingers into you so feverishly it makes your body shake as you feel the force of his knuckles wetly smacking against you.

Gales looking you in the eyes but you aren't able to focus back anymore just moaning lost in the pleasure of John's fingers about to make you cum. Your brows already knitted with your mouth panting and deeply moaning, your core clenching. "You like it when he fingers you?" He asks a little jealous.

"Yes Yes YES YES YES!" You repeatedly yell in his face triggering Gales jealousy. He reaches his hand between your legs finding your clit and rubbing it in time with John's finger-fuck. It makes you have an earth shattering orgasm instantaneously between both men.

" OH GOD OH G.." Gale cups his large hand over your mouth muffling your repeated moans and continues his assault on your clit making you cum so hard. It was so easy for them to make you orgasm he knows he can get one more. "John keep fingering her I want to make her cum again" he says it looking you in your blissed out eyes. You already feel the tightness building inside of you ready to be released again when he says it.

John turns his fingers inside of you from curving up to facing downward. He slides them up toward your navel this time hooking a squishy spot inside. Your body jolts when he finds it making you shiver and see stars. He pulls his fingers over it in a 'come here' motion pushing his fingers deeply in and out of your soaking entrance until your thighs are trembling and you are almost crying moaning into Gales hand.

He rubs his other two fingers over your wetness into your clit strumming it until your body tenses and you can't catch your breath. Tears rim your eyes as Gale removes his hand from your mouth seeing you so blissed you are unable to even breathe .

Your body gives in and your core snaps giving you such a powerful release from the orgasm that you feel like you are on cloud 9. John is still slowly hooking that special place inside until your shoulders shudder and you come down collapsing against Gales chest. He shushes you petting your hair as you breathe rapidly onto his neck the orgasm draining your energy entirely.

John slides his fingers out of you and sucks them clean licking his lips enjoying the sweet taste of you. He stands up his thick cock erect and strained in his pants as he begins to undress.

“Your doing so good for us” Gale coos and begins to make out with you cradling your head in his hands probing his tongue in your mouth. His cock is so hard he brings your hand down to touch him and you gasp in his mouth realizing both of these 6ft tall men are going to be so big between the legs it makes you whimper.

Once John is fully naked Gale passes you to him

"Hold her for me" Gale says as he gets undressed.

John holds you at your waist trailing his hands up your pulled down top to your exposed breasts. He softly circles his thumbs on your nipples.

You look at his wide chiseled chest, placing your hands there looking down farther and audibly gasp seeing the size of his length as he presses it against you without taking a step. His girthy cock a dark pink color just beneath his abs between his thick thighs. John smirks at you seeing the reaction he’s been waiting for.

"Turn her around " Gale says after he heard you gasp from Johns size. John turns you to face away from him holding your upper arms firmly.

You watch Gale finish undressing down to his boxer shorts, he slides them off revealing his long thick cock with a big round tip that makes your knees go weak.

"Hold her tight" Gale tells John and he grips your arms so you can't move.

Gale approaches you and continues pulling your top all the way down cupping your breasts in his hands. He leans in and slides his tongue out licking circles around your nipple until you start to moan then he licks the other. He switches back to the first nipple and slowly sucks it in his mouth twirling his tongue around the bud until you begin to squirm rubbing your knees together then he pinches the other one hard making you moan.

He alternates between each breast with either love or torture until your core begins pulsing from all his flicks and licks and pinches. You begin moaning deeper and rubbing your thighs together for sexual relief, you are absolutely soaked. He releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop the sensation hitting right to your core as your knees buckle and John keeps you standing

Gale reaches behind your waist unzipping your skirt letting all your clothing fall to the floor. You stand between the two men all three of you completely naked.

Gale looks you over head to toe nodding in approval stopping to stare between your legs, your thighs trembling drenched with your own arousal. "John you are right this is one of the prettiest pussies l've ever seen" He says smiling as he slides his hand between your legs cupping your folds. He forces you back into John's hard cock, the tip firmly pushes through the back of your thighs rubbing against your wet heat . You let out a high pitched shaky moan and shudder having hit your peak of pleasure.

The sound makes both of their cocks twitch at the tip.

"Put her on the desk" Gale says as John picks you up, his giant arms setting you back down on the desk and spreading your legs apart with his hands holding your upper thighs. John is so greedy for you and begins passionately kissing you lining himself up to push himself inside of you.

Gale snaps at him "Lay her flat on the desk and hold her down she needs more" Gales unspoken rule is he gets you first. John goes around the desk as Gale takes his place standing between your legs caressing your upper thighs. John helps you lay flat on your back and holds your hands above your head pinning them against the wood holding you by your wrists. You look down to Gale poised between your legs and then look up to John pinning your hands above your head to the desk. You are completely at their mercy.

"It's just sex huh?" Gale asks repeating your words from earlier to show off his prowess. He kneels down between your legs spreading your thighs wider until your knees are against his desk, he parts your pussy lips open and latches his mouth on your wet folds sucking and slurping them with the tip of his tongue and the suction of his mouth you completely give into him loving it so much.

He flicks your clit so hard with his tongue your back arcs from the table. You moan loudly as your hips jump up almost unable to withstand what he's doing. You look up and see John's eyes staring darkly at you loving seeing how aroused you are getting and wanting to give you more.

He pins your wrists with just one large hand taking the other to squeeze one breast at a time caressing your nipples with his flat palm then pinching them repeatedly until you begin writhing and moaning on the desk due to the sensations from both men.

You are panting and moaning loudly feeling so tight in your core as John pinches your nipples and Gale thrusts his tongue deep inside your pussy. Your moaning intensifies into a stronger tantric rhythm of “YES YES PLEASE OH GOD YES YES "as you are lifting your hips into Gales mouth. Your wetness slipping all over his lower face.

He stops to wipe his mouth and pins your hips firmly to the table with his hands so you can't move. "John she's noisy when she's about to cum make her be quiet" he says diving back down between your legs.

John presses his soft plush lips on yours in an upside down kiss eating your moans as Gale eats your pussy.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your body clenches so tight your back arcs from the table body tensing until your core snaps releasing clear liquid arousal all over Gales mouth, you moan into John's as you orgasm for them both.

Gale removes his mouth from you, his lips and chin covered in your clear slick cum. He licks his tongue as far around his lips as he can he can't get enough of your taste then he grabs his shirt from the floor wiping the rest. He throws it back down returning to his position between your legs.

Your vision is blurry, hearing distorted legs trembling body shivering. You feel so high from the pleasure you are delirious. "I've never felt like this before, Ive never cum like this before " you whisper to both of them your body feels like you are floating off the table. John leans in and kisses your mouth, seeing you in such pleasure he wants to be inside of you so badly. Gale pulls your body to the edge of the desk flush against him slipping you out of John's grasp breaking the kiss. "We haven't cum yet" Gale says making your core start throbbing.

John gets impatient you can see the flash of anger that he wants relief but Gale keeps taking you. He moves to your right, looking over your pretty body his giant cock pulsing as he's getting ready to pleasure himself over you but you reach out and grab him around the base first making his abs clench and his face flush as he locks eyes with you and you stroke him off.

"Are you that needy?" Gale snaps watching you give John a hand job. Gale in a newfound competition for your neediness runs his tip up and down your wet folds making you moan loudly "MMMM YES YES PLEASE!" you cry out wanting him inside of you. "Quiet her with your cock" Gale tells John.

John shudders from arousal staring at your pretty mouth open and moaning not planning to use you like this. He takes your head turning it to the side to face his pelvis and you release your hand from his base as he slides his heavy cock into your wet mouth filling it up.

You feel his tip squish at the back of your throat but he can't fit completely in your mouth due to his size. A small gasp escapes Johns lips at how amazing your mouth feels on him. He gently slides his large cock in and out of you mouth coating his length in your saliva.

Gale stops rubbing his tip through your folds as you leak arousal all over his desk from sucking John's cock, he wants finish you with his and places his hands on your hips lining up and pushing himself between your legs. Your moans are stifled with your mouth full of John's cock, and your entrance makes Gale slow his pace immediately. " Fuck she's tight!" he says loudly and begins working his length half way out, half way back in until he can begin smacking his hips between your legs burying his cock fully inside of you.

John is already blissed out eyes lidded his adams apple bobbing. He places his large hand on your head holding it in place as he thrusts into your mouth his powerful thighs flexing as he uses you.

You feel so aroused having both men satisfy you and themselves at the same time. The familiar tightening of your inner coil begins. The more each of them rams their cock inside of you the tighter your core gets until your moaning on John's and clenching on Gales. The tightened coil springs free inside of you giving you a sweet release that’s is so euphoric you don’t want it to stop . Your moans of extreme pleasure are muffled on John's cock but your fluttering walls gripping Gale tightly are the tale tale sign for him, once he feels you orgasm on him he wants to cum.

He slides his heavy cock into your tight soaked entrance faster and harder until it's making obscene squelching sounds. He starts pounding his hips between your legs making you scream on each hit vibrating John's cock in your mouth. Once you earn the first moan out of John feeling your mouth suck and vibrate on him he can't stop.

They both begin groaning in tandem getting off at the same time their deep guttural moans sound so good its cataclysmic to your ears and rattling your brain.

"I'm gonna cum" Gale yells as John shouts "fuck fuck fuck" thrusting in your mouth quickly and slipping his cock out unloading hot spurts of cum all over your chest. Gale pulls out of you too pumping his shaft vigorously making depraved moaning sounds as his body tenses and he spreads his silky warmth all over your naval.

They take several seconds to calm down staring at you covered like a sexy pastry "Should we make her taste us?" Gale asks already knowing the answer John grins they each dip a finger in their cum and bring it to your mouth. You suck Gales finger first then John's. Gale goes to get a towel to clean you up.

John grabs your jaw turning you to face to him caressing his thumb on your chin, he wants you more and to himself. He stares into your pretty eyes making him fall for you instantly a shiver running through him thinking you are the sexiest thing in the world.

Gale returns from the sink with a warm wash cloth gently wiping over each breast and down your naval cleaning you completely of their combined cum.

Gale sits you up slowly on the desk checking on you

"Are you alright?" He asks. You look up at him smiling weakly " I feel really good" you say smile spreading bigger across your face. He already has to have you again, he holds your waist caressing your naval with his thumbs. He's feeling things that he doesn't know how to process because he and John will never get over this.

John sees you both having a moment and feels crestfallen thinking he should just leave. He collects his boxers putting them back on as Gale looks around and finds his.

You slip off the desk and collect your clothing stepping into your skirt. "Where are you going?" they both say in unison. "I thought you would ask me to leave" you say thinking it's easier to leave as quickly as possible and never see them again. "You're staying the night I'm taking you back in the morning" Gale says. He goes to a blank wall of his office tugging a cord and releasing a pull down queen size Murphy bed.

"Oh" you say surprised. Gale enters his office wash room retrieving a tooth brush and a towel with one of his boot camp shirts handing them to you finalizing the stay.

You smile to yourself that Gale wants you to stay. You enter the bathroom brushing your teeth listening as Gale and John debate outside about the sleeping arrangement because John wants you to stay in his office instead and they can't come to an agreement.

You emerge from the wash room looking cute to break the tension " Do you guys want to take a shower with me?" You ask sweetly and they both drop the argument. Gale enters and starts the water, when it gets to temp he moves out of your way letting you step in first.

You rinse your hair and body as they brush their teeth.

Gale finishes first getting in the shower with you, John enters second. They tower over you in the small space as they take turns rinsing their bodies off. Your eyes can't stop staring at either of them feeling like it's heaven on earth. Shiny wet muscles, large hands, smiles, abs, large cocks, strong thighs.

They satisfied you so completely you can't even think about sex your body is only craving rest.

John finally gargles playfully and spits water out from the shower head finishing first. He takes a quick flirtatious peek at your body before exiting the shower. Gale turns off the water and hands you your towel and you use it to get dry.

Both of them dry off and wrap around their waists. As you finish drying your hair Gale helps you pull his boot camp shirt over your head. "Thank you" you say shyly in appreciation "It suits you" he says admiringly. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the bed

He turns down the covers and ushers you in you crawl and sit in the middle. John is putting on his boxers getting dressed to leave when you lock eyes with him

"Can you stay?" You ask nicely and he smiles at you then looks to Gale whose his lips are pursed in a definite no. "Weve already done ...everything else together...might as well actually sleep together " you smile at Gale sweetly to persuade him.

Gale doesn't respond he just goes to click off the main light in the room. You lay down and look at John patting the bed for him to come lay next to you, he smiles and climbs on top of you and planting a small kiss on your forehead to say thank you. He lays on your left side getting under the covers spooning you from the back holding you to him by your hip.

The remaining bathroom light clicks off and Gale joins a second later settling in front of you face to face placing his hand on your waist pulling you to his chest, John pulls you back to his side and Gale pulls you back to his side once more until they settle with Gale placing his hand on your waist and John placing his hand on your hip, you lay directly between them cuddling in the dark as you all fall fast asleep.

~*End*~

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American Charm ➺ Felix Catton [Prologue]

You’ve been attending Webbe for about a month. The only reason you got in was from a scholarship. Your social life changes once you finally meet Felix Catton.

wc: 1,184

warnings: none

NOTE: I’m dyslexic so there might be spelling/grammar errors!

He shifted on his feet, his hazel eyes meeting your level. "You're coming, right?" He leaned in towards you, his mouth close to your ear so no one else could hear. "Don't say no. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

The autumn breeze released a slurry of orange and brown leaves all over the grounds of Webbe College, garnishing the aged buildings and architecture. The campus was beautiful, full of history, and radiated old money. But the one thing that stood out amidst the fall beauty was Felix Catton. The favorable brunette seemed to catch everyone's eyes. Some say it was his money. Others say his personality was desirable.

A posse of students always stood by his side like lap dogs. They did whatever he asked and believed whatever he said like it was gospel. Felix was impossible to ignore. He had a way of drawing anyone in from his luscious hair, intimidating height, muscular build, cunning smile, and posh accent. Any insecure guy would look up to Felix as a role model. You knew of Felix because you shared an English class but never talked.

Even if you didn't want to look, the subtle nod coming your way indicated a liking to you, the American scholarship student who was fortunate enough to make it into Webbe. Coming from California to Oxford was a change that took time to adjust to. The fall weather only made you blend in with the crowd even more. But today, Felix Catton was waiting for you to come over. Taking out your earbuds and closing your book, you walk over to him as the leaves make a crunching sound with each step.

Felix's hazel eyes landed softly on you, his attention suddenly riveted. He thought you were pretty, with almond-shaped eyes and hair that fell past your shoulders. There was a subtle charm that made Felix feel intrigued immediately. You were the few people to avert his stare, and he wanted more.

"You're y/n l/n, right?" his gaze was still fixed on you as if you were the only person on earth.

"Yeah, you must be Felix Catton. I believe we share a class, right?" You looked up, tilting your head slightly as you spoke with your American accent.

"I believe we do," Felix nodded. "English, if I remember correctly." He paused, thinking about your accent. "You're not from here, are you? From over the states, I take it?"

"I've only been here for a month. I'm originally from California. I got in with a scholarship." You commented, still keeping a gaze with his hazel eyes.

"I see," Felix said, his expression softening slightly. "The American girl," he noted your frame and wondered how a delicate flower like you had managed to survive amongst the students of Webbe. "So, what do you think of it here so far?" he asked.

"I think it's beautiful here, actually. But at the same time, it's hard to make friends here." You answered honestly; you didn't come from the same wealth or country. "It can be hard to break into social circles here." Felix nodded, his expression turning empathic. "Well, I'm sure I can help with that," he offered, smiling warmly. "No need to go it alone."

You smiled back, feeling a hint of excitement fuel your body. "That's very sweet of you, thanks!" You quickly look around the courtyard, noticing students walking around or staring at the two. "I must say, It's hard to get a good night's sleep around here." She answered honestly with undertones of sarcasm. Webbe parties were always loud and crazy. People hooking up and screaming down the dorm hallways wasn't your favorite part about the college.

"We do like to let off steam," He chuckled, his hazel eyes studying the scene around them. It was a typical evening at Webbe - students congregating in groups, some playing sports, others partying it up in the quad. It was always a bustling environment, and Felix relished in it. "But don't worry about it," he added, his attention returning to you. "When you know the right people, the good times roll."

"I usually spend time in my dorm. Working on essays and whatnot." You looked up at him again as a slight shrug escaped your shoulders.

"Oh, work, work, work," Felix scoffed. "There's more to Uni than studying and writing essays, you know?" He said with a persuading tone with a slight grin covering his cheeks. "You're not living if your nose is always in a textbook." He paused, his gaze lingering. Something about you left him fascinated - the way you held yourself, the way you thought, the way you spoke. He couldn't let this go uninvested. "Are you busy tonight?" He asked, his voice laced with flirtatiousness.

"I don't think so. I might have a paper to finish but it's boring me to death. Why?" You stuck your hands in your pockets, slightly nervous but interested in what he was about to ask.

"How about some time away from the books?" Felix suggested, flitting away to glance at the quad behind you. "My friends and I are going to the King's Arms Pub tonight. You should join us if you'd like." His gaze met back at yours.

"I've never been in one of the pubs yet. I'll have to think about it." In the back of your mind, you were worried about the kind of drunken people you'd meet there and how expensive the alcohol would be.

"Trust me, it'll be good fun!" Felix grinned. "The King's Arms is a great spot. They usually have some great musicians and local beers on tap if you're into that kind of thing." He shifted on his feet, his hazel eyes meeting your level. "You're coming, right?" He leaned in towards you, his mouth close to your ear so no one else could hear. "Don't say no. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

"As long as I have time for my paper. I'll come but I probably won't be out too late." You said quickly, trying to hold your composure due to how close he was to you. His accent felt crisp in your ear as the smell of bergamot and sandalwood flooded your senses.

"Fine by me," Felix replied, leaning in slightly closer to your ear until his lips brushed your ear. His breath ghosted your skin as he whispered, "I look forward to seeing you." He smirked, knowing the whole interaction would leave you flustered. "Until evening then!" He stood back up, adjusting his eyebrow piercing.

"Would you like my number? Just so I know when to arrive and whatnot." You asked somewhat nervously as she took out her phone. It was an older model compared to his. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't," Felix snickered, stepping closer to you and letting his fingers brush yours as he took your phone. He punched the numbers into the contact list and pressed done, switching to the texting menu before handing it back. "I'll see you around, cutie," He winked, "I'll text you when we get there."

"Alright! See you then!" You said before walking away happily. Butterflies filled your stomach, your face turning red as you walked farther away. He was so nice to you. It was only the start of a blooming relationship.

[toxixlust]

SILENT LOVE

paring(s): felix catton x shy!black!reader

summary: felix has taken a liking to the “invisible” girl but she’s not invisible to him

warning(s): mdni, oral (female receive), angst, smut, kissing, dirty words, breast play.

the first time he saw you? you were in a local coffee shop he loved to go to, studying with michael gavey who was you only friend at the time. he could remember that you were sitting there, skirt in the middle of your thighs and your braids pulled up in a ponytail. that day you and micheal were going over statistics and micheal had said, “oh look, one of the popular imbeciles.” and you had look up and saw him and connected eyes with him.

all that was going through his mind at that moment is that how is it that he never seen you before? how could he let someone like you slip his mind if he did?

all it took was a cough from michael to pull you back to reality. “don’t get caught up, lovie. people like us are just toys to him.” you took what micheal said that day to heart and shook any thoughts about him away. meanwhile, felix kept you in his mind but he tried not to, especially when his sees you everywhere he goes. felix had made a promise to himself that when he sees you again he’ll gather the courage to ask you out but instantly baled when he saw you at the library.

you looked beautiful. your braids were laid over your shoulder, he eyes traveled down. you had on a shirt that your roommate made you wear, claiming you dress like a nun. it showed your cleavage, making felix bite his lip. you had every intention on forgetting about felix but you had to lock eyes again at the library, he quickly looked away, muttering a “shit” to himself. your heart pounded as you begin to feel what you felt that day at the cafe. you knew you couldn’t study, knowing that he’s near you, so you gathered you things and began to stand from you chair when you hit something hard.

you looked up and it was him. felix. “y/n right?” he begins to say but all you hear is people like us are just toys to him. your didn’t reply back, you just grabbed you bag and continued to walk. felix felt stupid nonetheless, thinking he probably scared you or worse humiliated you. that night in your dorm these images were going through your mind, from his eyebrow piercing to his pink lips, just the thought made your stomach flutter or maybe something else flutter.

same for felix, in his dorm. he thought about the way your skirt would flow in the wind, lifting a little bit to reveal a part of your panties and how your brown skin glowed in the sun. he groaned at the thought of you, trailing his hand down his pants and…

bam. reality hits you as your alarm blares in your room. you look over to see your bonnet in another country, if that wasn’t enough you had a test that day as well, could this day get any worse?

yes. there he was again. he was in the same pub, michael wanted to meet up at. you see him laugh and have a smoke with his friends through the window. you decided to take a deep breath and just walk in. once you did, the door bell rang showing that someone has walked through the pub but thankfully felix hadn’t look up to see who it was. “over here, lovie.” the voice belonged to michael. you walked over to and sat next to him. the table that felix was at a open booth that was behind michael.

“do you think we can choose another table, micheal?” you asked, leg bouncing in nervousness. “no sorry, lovie. everything is taken.” michael says, you frowned but stood your ground. “give me a sum.” michael nodded.

you watch felix’s head flys back, in laughter as farleigh says something in his ear. “um 597 times 300?” you didn’t pay attention to michael’s answer, you just paid attention to the boy. “come on. give me another.” you told him another sum while watching some blond rub against him. felix looks over at her and gives her a fake smile. a part of you wanted him to see you and the other part just wanted him to run to you and kiss you.

you huffed and decided that it was time to go. “I’m gonna head out.” you hummed to micheal, he rolled his eyes and nodded. felix look up for a second, noticing a girl with braids get up and walk towards the door with her coat left in the seat, he instantly knew it was you. “excuse me farleigh, I have to do something right quick.” he says before quickly scooting out the booth and over the table you and micheal were sitting. “michael gavey? right?” michael looked up at felix with an emotionless expression. noticing his expression felix cleared his throat and talked again.

“uhm y/n left her coat and I think it would be nice to give it to her.” michael huffed. “just don’t break her heart.” micheal gave him a serious look. felix nodded and took the coat and ran out the pub.

“y/n!” you turned around, thinking it was michael. but it was him and he knew your name. he had your coat in his hand, you didn’t even notice you left it. “you left this.” he stomach started to feel queasy as your hand brushed against his while grabbing your coat. “thank you, I didn’t even notice.” he smiled, looking down at your lips then you eyes.

“I’m felix.” he chirped. “i know.” you nodded.

“actually I have something to tell you.” he says, taking another step towards you. you looked up at him with those eyes that made his heart warm. “I’m in love with you.”

your breath hitch a bit. you wanted to believe him but back away from him. “Is this a prank or something?” he frowned at your question. you rolled your eyes tears filled your eyes but you sniffed them away. what upset you was that fact that even though he was pulling a prank you would still want him.

“no this isn’t a prank, you really think I’m that types of person?” felix says. “people like you pick on people like me, felix!” even though you were kind of angry he would give anything to hear you say his name again.

“what do you mean people like you?” felix questioned, getting a little mad that someone has picked on you before. “forget it.” you sighed, turned around to walk away but he grabs your arm and turns you around. you looked at him shocked but was even more shocked at what he did next. he closed the gap between you two, grabbing your waist to pull you in. your body tenses up but slowly relaxed as you run your fingers through his hair.

his hands traveled to you ass, squeezing it from underneath your skirt to earn a moan from you. as his lips traveled to you neck you couldn’t believe what was happening. “wait wait.” you whined, feeling his lips on your collarbone. “I don’t understand, why me.”

“Why not you? I’ve loved you ever since that day in the cafe.” he confessed with hands still on your waist. “me too.” you nodded, smiling up at him. felix grabbed your neck and kissed you again, you moaned at the feeling of his hands on you, it’s so much better than your imagination.

“wait we can’t do this here.” you put your hand on his chest, feeling his toned chest. “you’re right.” felix then took your hand in his but you wanted to ask about his friends but didn’t care, you wanted him. he took you to his dorm and neither you nor felix felt like it was real but it was. “this is forward but I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.” your heart pounded in your chest at what he said. felix took your hand and lead you to his bed and sat down with you standing in front of him.

some how you were bold enough to straddle him and wrap your arms around his neck. “fuck you’re beautiful.” he groaned before kissing you again. his hand rested at your hips, underneath your skirt. “show me how much you love me.” he whispered into your mouth. you then pushed his chest down to lean down and kiss him. he smiles into the kiss, trailing his hand to you ass with a smack to get a reaction that he was pleased with.

soon enough, you couldn’t take the foreplay and started taking your shirt off. felix watched you yank your shirt off on his lap, leaving you in a lace bra. the color of the bra matched your skin tone really well and made you look like a angel in his eyes. “you don’t have to take it off if you don’t want to.” felix says even though he would love to see your tits. “no it’s fine.” you then unclipped the back of the bra, letting it fall revealing your chest to him. he couldn’t help but to touch them, taking your nipples in between his fingers. “felix please.” he instantly flipped you on your back and started to take your other clothes off, leaving you bare.

you rushed to get his clothes off as well, until he was completely bare. “spread your legs for me, love.” while you spread your legs you took a peek at his cock, it was bigger than you imagined. “pretty pussy.” he muttered. he stared at the dark brown lips along with the pink cunt. “thank you.” you mumbled, shyly.

he started to rub your clit with his thumb earning a moan from you. “feels good?” you bit your lip and nodded as he continued to rub you. he licked a stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit. your breath hitch when his tongue made the perfect rhythm. your hand tugged on his brown locks. he groaned at the pain, swirling his tongue around your clit, making you feel like fireworks on the forth of july.

“felix.” you cried out as your body prepares for a release. “m’gonna-” you didn’t even get to finish your sentence as your body finally came to a release, making you whine.

“fuck me, felix.”

with that being said, felix climbs on top of you, starting to postion his cock to your cunt before giving in a powerful thrust with a growl. without a warning he started to pound into your pussy. “fuck felix!” feeling a coil build up in your stomach.

he palmed tour brown tits as he speeds up his thrust. “feel good, love?” he asked while watching you face full up with pleasure. the look on his face alone would make you cum, his eyebrows were clenched while he bit his lip in pure ecstasy.

“I-” he starts, not knowing if he should finish his sentence. “I -shit- I love you.” he whimpers as wave of pleasure hit him. what he said almost made you cum as your toes curl when your close to your end. “I love you to.” you mewled, digging your nails in his back.

it took a couple of more thrusts for you and felix to cum, grunting and moan as the wave hits. felix flipped on the bed, pulling you on his chest. you drew invisible circles on his stomach has he plays with you braids, in between his fingers.

felix breaks the silence. “will you come to saltburn with me?” felix asked, hoping you would say yes. “yes.” you muttered, softly with a smile. felix then wondered what would happen if he never gave you your coat or let you walk away. definitely not this.

[toxixlust]

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃 while he’s in the middle of fucking you and covers your eyes with it instead.

He does it when he’s about to cum and he knows it’s going to be a powerful orgasm — a load so heavy that it seems like he’ll never stop cumming — and he doesn’t want you to see him lose control.

“I’m so…I’m so close,” he grunts. “I can’t hold it, baby. I can’t.”

He gets so embarrassed over the way he can’t even hold his body up anymore, despite being the world’s strongest sorcerer. Right now, with your pussy milking him like this, he’s nothing more than a trembling, moaning mess, his body pressed against yours as his shaky breaths pats against your face.

Beads of sweat start to coat his forehead, and his own loud, uncontrollable moans make his cheeks and ears turn red.

But he doesn’t stop thrusting in and out of you — not until he finishes deeply inside.

However, he doesn’t take the blindfold off of you just yet. Sorry, but he likes your cluelessness; the way you have no idea that he’s lowering his head in between your thighs until he starts to suddenly suck on your clit, and moaning as he does so.

[toxixlust]

decided to join in on the prisonbf!toji discourse by @tojipie ! it’s so good, y’all should really check it out !! also this has nothing to do w their au verse ! just my take on toj in prison w a black gf <3

till the end of time, prisonbf!toji

you looked at your man with a bright smile as you held the metal phone to your ear.

toji can’t help but give you a close-lipped grin as he also grabbed the phone on his end. “you’re in a good fuckin’ mood today,” he greets you.

“i am. i couldn’t wait to see you all week,” you admit. usually, you made the drive upstate to visit toji at least twice every week, beginning and end—but he knew how much testing you had for finals this week. you’d told him in advance, but he was still surprised that you managed to make time for him.

toji licks his lips as he seductively eyes you up and down, mentally snapping a picture of you and reminding himself to jerk off to it later. “you look real beautiful today. you comin’ from somewhere in that little black dress?”

you look down at your outfit that was a bit revealing, but nicely covered with a cropped jean jacket. letting out a small laugh, you nod your head. “yeah, i went out to lunch with some friends and got a ride up here.”

your acrylic nails shone bright through the dirty glass as toji took a good look at you. you had a different set of braids in, a new nail set, and your lashes were done. if you two were anywhere else he’d strip all of that off of you while he had his way. but not here, he had to hold his composure here.

you clear your throat and nod your head to him. “how you doing in here, pa? they treating you alright?”

toji gives a half shrug, admiring your beautiful figure sitting before him. “meh. made like two friends here.”

a glimmer is in your eyes as you sit forward excitedly, “really?”

this sends a laugh to burst through toji’s throat at your hopeful innocence. he missed fucking it out of you. “fuck no. there’s no such things as friends in this place, doll. im just glad you’ll never get to experience it.” he clears up.

you frown, “toj, i’m serious. you behavin’ in there?”

“to the best of my ability, mommy,” your boyfriend snickered, making a scouts honor symbol. he was only a handful of years older than you, but you swore sometimes he was a decade younger than you. “it’s alright in here. it’s fuckin’ prison. jus’ been hangin’ with the old heads learning how to make hooch and shit.”

your neatly waxed eyebrows furrow in confusion. “hooch?”

toji can’t help but laugh again. he wasn’t laughing at you, but he enjoyed seeing you here. you were so pretty and well put together, and here you were, visiting your thug boyfriend in prison. he didn’t miss the way the other prisoners and even guards eyed you as they watched to see who you were visiting today.

with a shake of his head, toji sighs contently, deeply happy to see you. “don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, mama. how’s life on the other side?”

now you sigh, feeling the familiar expression of loneliness creep into your mood. “boring. work’s boring, school’s boring, being home alone’s boring. i miss you daddy,” you mutter low enough so that only he was able to hear through the receiver.

“i know baby. i’m not gonna sit here and tell you i’m gonna be out here soon, cuz fuck knows i’m not,” toji scoffed lowly. when he got a look of the small frown on your face, he couldn’t help but mirror your expression. “but i wanna make sure my little princess is good. you gettin’ that money i been sendin’ ya?”

you nod your head and point your long pink nail at him. “yeah, but i hope you know it’s going back into your books. i don’t want you eating ramen and all that bad shit all the time.”

“don’t you fuckin’ dare,” toji said seriously, pointing back at you. “take it, treat yourself. go to the spa, lemme take care of you.”

“you already take care of me well, though. even in this big box,” you wearily looked around at your surroundings. “i’m saving the money. besides the fees for your lawyer, i want us to buy a house when you get outta here. start new somewhere.”

toji’s scarred lip can’t help but quirk upward into a small smirk as a blush creeps onto his cheeks. “you gonna wait that long for a geezer like me?”

you smile. “i’ll wait till the end of time for you, baby.”