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Do you write for Grayson by any chance? I really wished we got see more of her before her unfortunate demise
Sevika, Ambessa, Grayson
i write for anyone! and you can request a separate thing for grayson if you'd like but I decided to do the 3 butches in 1 so here's some random stuff for them <3 (this is needed after the pain of act 3)
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Ambessa doesn't love often, but when she does, she loves HARD.
Since you're close to her, she is constantly worried people about hurting you to get to her.
You might have enforcers on you 24/7 unless you tell her to stop and if that's the case. She will follow you around herself. Making sure people know you are always under a close watch by her.
When you walk in public together, she likes you to have your arms wrapped around her bicep/forearm, keeping you as close as possible.
If that's not in your taste she will sling a heavy arm over your shoulder, careful not to weigh you down.
She is always buying you expensive and lavish clothing. If your gaze lingers on anything for too long, you'll see it at your doorstep the next day.
When you see a nice shop you like she's going to take you in and make you try on clothes for her. Putting her hand on your waist as she spins you around. Inviting you to stand between her spread legs so she can see the details better.
If you like to wear heels and your feet start to get tired, she will sit you down and take them off your feet herself, opting to carry you around for the next few hours.
When she carries you, you can see all the scars on her arms and face in full detail. She doesn't seem to mind your staring and might even take pride in herself.
As you're cuddling, she loves it when you trace your fingers over her scars, admiring every bump and edge. She will tell you dramatic stories about how she got them. (Definitely exaggerating some details.)
You could talk together for ages, bringing up random stories and irrelevant details. Her rough hands combing through your hair, or massaging your shoulders.
This was a weekly thing in the hot springs. She sits on the ledge above you while your shoulders slot themselves between her thick, scarred thighs.
She will take care of you without expecting anything back, but she definitely loves it when you return the favor. She will rest her head on your thighs and groan in pleasure when you massage her temples or scalp.
Grayson is a romantic, she will be showing up at your door with flowers in hand.
If she met you in Zaun, she will insist on taking you out on a fancy dinner date at her favorite Piltover resteraunt.
If you refuse, that's okay too. She's fine with eating at any of Zaun's resteraunts. (Just not seafood, please.)
She's asking you what your favorite flower is so she can bring you those instead next time.
And if you are a Zaunite, she isn't ashamed of your relationship, showing you off proudly. After all, all the enforcers do look up to her. What are they going to do?
If you don't know how to shoot, she will be more than pleased to teach you. Your back is pressed against her warm chest as she wraps her arms around you to hold the gun steady.
Her rough voice firmly commands you on where to put your hands and which parts do what.
Speaking of her voice, she knows you love it when she whispers sweet nothings in your ear before you drift off to sleep. Her muscled arm cushioning your head and cradling you close to her chest.
It's easy for her to fall asleep once she knows you're safe and comfortable. (That's why she insists on moving in together.
Actually, she insists on doing a lot of things together. For example, she appreciates when you work out with her, sitting on her back while she does pushups, or maybe spotting her while she presses some weight. (Not that she needs it. She just wants you close)
She instructs you on what workouts you can do and where to place her hands, maybe placing hers on yours for a bit too long.
You can see the sweat gleam on her forehead and the veins in her forearm after every set she completes. This is a sight you can grow to appreciate.
She definitely subtlety flexes when you touch her arm or basically anywhere else she can possibly bring herself to flex. (You notice)
Sevika is the gentlest giant. At first, you might assume her tone is rough and condescending. But after some time, you start to see through her facade.
Her tone around is more firm and calm. It's more around you than anyone else. She tries not to get aggressive or angry with you.
And if she does, she's immediately making it up to you in every way but saying "sorry"
She's bringing you your favroite foods, giving you a little more affection than usual, reluctantly letting you fidget with her mechanical arm.
She does take you out to places, albeit not the fanciest. She makes do with what Zaun has to offer. Buying you a drink at the bar or a trip across the city.
Although she's not really a big fan of PDA, she will let you hold her arm while walking around Zaun. She swears it's a safety precaution to make sure no creeps get close.
When she plays cards at the bar, you are always beside her, no arguements. She doesn't want you sitting by any of the other shady men that play with her.
Maybe if there is few enough people you can sit in her lap and light her cigarillo for her.
What you don't do in public is definitely made up for in private.
She lays on your lap after a long day, taking deep inhales into your stomach to calm down. Grabbing your hand, she'll encourage you to run your fingers through her hair.
Let's you hold her face in your hands and trace her intricate scar while her eyes are closed, completely letting her guard down.
Her large hand engulfs your own as she cradles your hand close to her face, imprinting this memory in her mind.
Just know she is extremely touch starved. Most of the touching she gets all day is punches and kicks, nothing close to the gentle sweep of your fingers on her exposed skin.
She isn't a big gift giver, but if you give her a neat suprise, like an expensive zippo or a new shirt (God knows she needs one) you swear you see a small tear in the corner of her eye. Maybe its just the light.
But who cares because her lips will immediately be on yours, engulfed in a hot kiss.
i feel like sevika needed more screen time in the last act but its okay as long as she didn't die...
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Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru
⥠TW: fear, prank, prank gone too far, dubcon-ish
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âHaha, âToruânice try,â is all you say to the tall figure, having stood patiently in wait and perfectly positioned to do a jump scare with his silly store-bought Ghostface mask on.
You sigh and go back to your dealings, and he remains as if the gist isnât upâever-committed to the task as if youâre suddenly going to forget that itâs him. Likeâof course, itâs him! Despite what the movies will have you believe, not a lot of guys have bodies like that.
If he was really committed to tricking you, he should have worn something baggier to hide his perfectly shredded chest. But noâheâs set on wearing his black muscle shirtâprobably opting to make you both scared and horny at the same time.
You carry on with what youâd been doingâcleaning up the kitchen. âOi, quit standing there already and come help me.â
He doesnât. But thatâs not unlike himâheâll take any excuse not to do the dishes. And right now, the excuse is this dumb prank. But itâs your fault in any caseâyouâre the one that put him up to it by saying heâd never be able to get a rise out of you.
You sigh and scold yourself for being so short-sightedâshouldâve kept my dumb mouth shut. Knowing him, heâs probably going to be this way all through October, the insufferable prick.
He still stands there. Silent. And still. Eerily unlike him. And almost, just almost, utterly unlike him.
But noâdonât be stupid! Heâs the same height and the same build, for fuckâs sake! What are the odds of someone with the exact same measurements as your boyfriend breaking in right at the time he isnât around in something so cliche and dumb as a Ghostface replica? No, it stinks of Satoruâitâs got his goofy antics written all over it.
You scoff againâa little winded this time, a little strained. You have to hand it to himâhe is a little scary when he shuts up for this long.
âYou can knock it off, Satoru. I know itâs you.â You face him again, hand on your hip, with a frown.Â
You sigh again when he still doesnât answer, insisting on his stupid tactic of psyching you out. And youâre getting pissed that itâs actually almost working.
âUgh, youâre so stupid.â You start stomping overâaiming to rip that dumb thing off his head and point your death glare directly in his insufferable blue eyesâthose insufferable blue eyes youâre actually starting to hope are under there more than knowing without a doubt are there for sure.Â
âTchâitâs insulting if you think some half-assed performance like this is gonna be enough to scare me. At least have the creativity to come up with something somewhat decentââ
You stop in your tracks halfway over. Hair is peaking out from under the mask. You hadnât seen it from afar, matted against the black shirt he was wearingâbut how could you? How could you when itâs not white hair?
You flinch backward. Stumbling. Assessing the dark, silken locks a second time before looking up at the mask againâthat soulless white warped skull with pitch-black bottomless eyesockets.
You take another step back. Breath hitching in your throat when the figure takes a step as wellâtoward you.
Your heart flares. Itâs not Satoru.
Eyes peeled, you feel the panic overthrow you in an instantâlike a cold rush, reaching all the way into your bonemarrow, making it hard to move, hard to do much of anything without feeling vulnerable to what it might trigger.
But once the figure pulls his hand out from behind his back, brandishing a butcherâs knife that catches the light and glints in the airâyou have no other choice but to run.
What a perfect fucking day to wear fuzzy fucking socks! Fucking October cold is going to be the reason you dieâstabbed to death in your own house by some cringey Scream fanboy. Noâthis canât be the endânot this way! Why isnât Satoru home yet? Why canât he ever be where you need him to be?
You make your way through the houseâhoping to reach the door, but turning the corner has you slip and fall, and the intruderâs on youâknife raised, poised prettily in the air above your helpless body, clad in your tiny heart-print pjâsâlike the perfect hot airhead in any slasher spoof.
You scream and squeeze your eyes shut, âNo! Noâplease! Please! Satoru, help!â
And right as the knife is supposed to come down and puncture your chest, making it spurt out red until you finally bleed out, dead and gone, thereâs a bang instead as two palms land flat on the floor on either side of your head.
Joined by a muffled voice, âAre yah scared yet?â
With your eyes wide open again, you look up at not one mask blocking out the ceiling light but two. And with all the pure alarm savaging your chest, you manage to let out a real horror-movie squealâunlike a sound youâve ever made before.
And then, of all things, thereâs laughterâno, not laughterâstraight cackling.
Andâfortunately or unfortunatelyâyouâre quite sure you recognize that sound.
The last one pulls off his mask, and you really canât believe itâpretty porcelain face squished in amusement with tears of joy in the corner of his insufferable blue eyes.
That fucking bitch.
âYou should have seen your face!â he chortlesâdownright heaves. But for all his handsome features, he truly must be the ugliest laugher there is. Or maybe itâs just that the bastard always laughs at your expense, and after one too many times, itâs left a bad taste in your mouth.
Still, you sigh, eyes closed in relief, âI hate you, âToru. You took it way too far, you ass.â
âNo, no, Satoru, help~â he ignores you and mocks in a high-pitched moan, showing not a sign of remorseâholding his hand over his stomach as he falls to the floor, struggling to leave room for breath between hooting and howling.
Your eyes go to the original perpetrator. âAnd you? You proud or what?â
The wearer pulls off its mask and is revealed to be none other than Satoruâs best friendâGeto.
Honestly, you should have fucking known...
âSorry, heheâŚâ
Youâre upsetâyou make that clear with your pout, giving him your best guilt-tripping look from where you rest beneath him.
But still, within, your heart eases at the sight of his kind face and that apologetic smile across itâever thankful to see him and not the cold-blooded murderer you were convinced was going to kill you only a moment agoâeven when pinned beneath him in a position that should be making Satoru jealous.
But your boyfriend couldnât care less, it seemsâtoo busy rolling on the floor and laughing out loud quite literally, even banging his fist against the wood. Prick.
âIâm gonna throw upââ you say as the nerves finally settle. âAnd when Iâm done, Iâm gonna kill you. Both of you.â
Geto seems to think thatâs fair, still with that sheepish smile on his face, but Satoru is quick to interjectâlaughing fit over as he shakes his head, âNuh-uh. You said if I manage to scare you once this Halloween, Iâd get whatever I want.â
You swear he can be such a child sometimes.
Oh, who are you kidding? Heâs always a child. Itâs only surprising heâs managed to rope Geto into all thisâa guy whoâs usually so mature.
âI donât remember saying thatâŚâ you sigh, laying the back of your hand atop your forehead, still calming your breaths and the pounding in your headâyour body not yet caught up to the fact that itâs trepidation over impending death was all just some silly joke played on you by two idiots.
You canât believe himâyou canât believe either of them.
âFucking shit, GetoâI thought I was gonna die.â
He still hasnât gotten off youâthe look of worry on his face tells you heâs probably just wanting to stay close to make you feel safe. You appreciate it, though itâs a little awkward lying beneath him like thisâitâs not exactly a position you share with just anyoneâŚ
âHonestly, I didnât think it would work,â he saysâeyes slim like always, in that charming way. âI always thought you were smarter than to fall for something this stupid.â
You pull a frown at thatâtaking it all back. Heâs as childish and dumb as Satoru is. Heâs just better at hiding it.Â
âOh, shut upâas if you wouldnât scream if someone chased you down with a knife,â you grumble. âNow get off, you prick.â
You begin to lift yourself onto your elbows, yet despite the clear intention of getting up, Geto doesnât budge to make it happen.
No, instead, he leans further inâfine-kempt raven hair slipping off his shoulders, falling with the same grace as a veil.
âI was told thereâd be a prize for the one that got you to crack, and seeing as Iâm the one that made that happenâI want it.â
You have to blinkâblanched at the sudden demand.
Satoru, as well, a little stunnedâlooking wide-eyed at the two of you, upside down where he lies flat on his back, long limbs stretched out like a starfish.
âYou what now?â both of you ask in unison.
Geto chuckles before repeating, âMy prize. I want it. Itâs only fair,â as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world.Â
Satoru rolls over on his stomach to view you both the right way, pursing his lips in thought. âHmmâŚâ Hand on his chin as if itâs really something to deliberate when the dumbass very well knows what the two of you had bet on and how it very much isnât a reward you can give to just anyone.
Yet, despite that. âOkay,â he agreesâas if itâs even up to him.
âHold on now, wait a minute.â You intervene in the almost business-esque dealing theyâd somehow held without you. "Not happening.â
âWhy not?â they both ask, looking at you.Â
And you canât keep from gaping. The nerve.
Spluttering as you explain, âBecause itâsâwell, because it was a bet between me and my dumbass boyfriend, and it was very clear what the prize was gonna be, come winner or loserâso, sorry to break it to you, but there is no prize.â
But that doesnât seem to deter Geto. âOh, I think there isâŚâ he all but purrs as he leans down further.
âSatoru already agreed. And youâre already on your back beneath me.â
His smile isnât all so friendly anymore, and still⌠you canât help but blush being caught beneath it, holding your breath with fear a little different from the one before but no different in how it makes your heart pound.
âSo, if neither of you mindâŚ" he grins slyly. "I think Iâll just take it.âÂ
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i need more viktor fluff đđ maybe some nightmare hurt/comfort if possible?
It was hard to remember having a nightmare once you wake up, almost as if it has never happened but yet the unsettling feelings of panic, distress and fear would still thrum through your veins as a reminder that what you experienced wasnât the most pleasant.
Viktorâs body awoke him from his nightmare as he found himself struggling to catch his breath and calm his heart that was threatening to leap out of his chest, when came your voice from beside him.
âViktor?â
He winced, knowing that he mustâve woken you up from your sleep but upon looking at your face, you didnât seem to mind the disruption at all, if anything you looked to be more concerned with him and his distress that came off of him in waves. âAre you okay? Youâre looking a little frazzled there.â You say barely above a whisper as you wiped the perspiration from his forehead with a featherlight touch that had Viktor leaning towards on impulse, closing his eyes as he recognised that he was within safe company.
âJust a nightmare my love, nothing you should worry yourself over about.â He finally says for the first time that night, focusing intently on the gentle caresses you give his cheek which felt like a thousand kisses within a single caress, before reopening his beautiful eyes to get a better look of you. Your eyes were half lidded, aching for the sleep he drew you from and creased pyjamas from constantly shifting for a better sleeping position, but you still looked beautiful to Viktor in the light of your bedside lamp; highlighting your features to make you look even more like an angel.
You raised a brow, not at all entirely convinced. âIf you know me at all Viktor then youâll know that Iâll always worry about you.â Viktor sighs as you shuffled closer to him, pulling him into resting his head against your chest and you rubbing his back soothingly. You were too good for him but he couldnât help but be selfish and melt into your embrace, listening to your steady heart and wiling his own to follow by example until your hearts were beating in a calming unison. Viktor felt selfish for keeping you to himself, but no one else loved him like you did and he didnât want to loose that; Sure he overworked himself and that meant he didnât have much time to spend with you, something he still feels incredibly bad about, but when you hold his face and kiss it like youâll never do so again it made him believe he was worth being loved.
âSometimes I wish you didnât have to worry over me.â Viktor admits as he closes his eyes again, they felt heavy like lead, and your presence and warmth did nothing but make him all but ache for sleep. âIâm not worth it.â He adds softly, thinking you didnât hear it but unfortunately you did and you kissed the top of his head while tightening your hold on him. âYouâre more then worth my worry Viktor, and youâre even more worth my love too while weâre at it,â you began as you rested your head atop of his, âyou have no idea how beautiful and pretty you are to me that I often loose my breath near you, and donât even get me started on how attractive you are as your solving equations and writing notes down like your life depends on it.â You felt Viktor stiffen in your hold and rubbed his back in response.
âI honestly have to try my hardest to not just fucking kiss you senseless when youâre hard at work.â You chuckle to yourself as you remembered all the times where you couldnât help how you felt towards the scientist hellbent on bettering the lives of the less fortunate, an admirable thing indeed and you couldnât help but fall harder for his heart like you did with the rest of him. âGod youâre so fucking beautiful that I fell at the first sight of your amber eyes and your voice. Itâs like an angel singing in my ears and Iâve needed let up since.â You finished.
Viktor didnât know what to say, you left him speechless with your raw emotions towards him, they left him warm and weightless in the best ways imaginable, and he knew that no matter what heâd say you would always finds words and string them together so eloquently that it leaves him having to accept your words as the uttermost truth. âYou sure you werenât a poet in a past life my love? For it seemed that you can weave poetry without even having to try.â He says softy as he looks at you with a smile, gracefully accepting a kiss that you planted on his lips, feeling himself becoming whole just by the sound of your laugh.
âNo, thatâs just love speaking Viktor.â You replied softly. âIt tends to make you do things and say things that you didnât know you could. It can make you brave but I can make you reckless at the same time, love is a double edged sword that can either enlighten your look on life or darken it.â You kissed his lips again, smiling to yourself when you feel him chase after your lips to give you a kiss of his own. âAnd you Viktor have brightened my life in ways that I thank everyday that I have you in my life.â You finished as you looked deep into his amber eyes and seeing your forever in them as you rest your forehead against his own, breathing in unison as the nightmare that haunted Viktor vanished within your light.
âAnd I am thankful for you being in my life, my light and my muse.â Viktor replied as he took in this moment in hopes of engraving every last detail into his mind, mainly for his own selfish purposes, before sleep overcame his mind as he buried himself back into your chest and slowly but surely drift back to sleep. It didnât take long for you to follow suit as you kissed his head and got yourself comfortable before feeling sleep overcome you too. So you tightened your hold on Viktor and welcomed sleep in hopes of seeing him there waiting for you.
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He ducked his head down, and you swore you could see a blush creeping up around his eyes, the only skin you can see thanks to the mask. âNot here. Weâre in public.â
âI know. Come back to my place, and show me.â
âI⌠canât leave my guys, Iâm out with themâŚâ
âWhere?â
He furtively glanced over his shoulder, then pointed. ��Over there, at the table in the corner.â
âOkay. Iâll just go have a word with them.â
âWait-!âHe reached out to stop you as you stand up. You took this as an opportunity to grab his hand and pull him off the barstool, forcing him to trail along behind you as you made a beeline for the table he pointed out.
The three men sat there looked up curiously as you approached, knowing that youâre heading for them, as you have Simon in tow. One of them, the oldest looking thanks to his beard, opened his mouth as you stood at the table edge, until you held up a finger.
âIâm taking him home with me.â You tighten your grip on Simonâs hand, making sure he makes eye contact with them from where heâs stood behind you. âDonât wait up.â
Then, you turned and walked away, not waiting for their reply, tugging Simon along with you as you headed for the exit door.
âThat was⌠that was cool.â Simon said you as you both exit the bar onto the street, a smile spreading across your face as he grips your hand back for the first time.
âReally?â
âYeah. I mean⌠theyâre all going to be sitting back there, asking how the hell I was the one to get so lucky.â
âIf you think youâve won by landing me, you can say it without putting words in otherâs mouths.â
âNo, seriously. Johnnyâll be all,â he cleared his throat, coating his next words with a half passing scottish accent, âhow does he land that by just walking up and staring at them?â
You laughed, leaning your body against his side, arms knocking together awkwardly as you lead the way back to your place. âIâll be needing to have words with Johnny, then. You paid the right kind of compliment, and listened to me talk.â
He chuckled lightly, and you were sure that if you had better light than the dull orange street lights, youâd be able to see him blushing again.
As you approach your building, you moved half a step ahead of Simon, pushing the door open and leading him up the stairs to your apartment, all the way up on the eighth floor. You opened your door, in all its peeling red paint glory, and let Simon inside, swearing under your breath when the door gets stuck again when you try to close it.
âLet me.â Simon leant over you, placing his palm against the door and shoving, the traitorous thing giving way so he could close it with ease. He turned the keys to lock it, before turning and presenting the jangling collection of keychains back to you. You chuckled and hung them on the hook before taking his hand again, and tugging him towards your bedroom.
âGet that jumper off, now, yeah?â You tugged at the cuff with your fingers, slowing to a stop and smiling as you watched him reach up and drag the hoodie up over his shoulders, dropping it to the floor and shaking his head. Blonde hair flopped back and forth across his brow with the movement, your eyes widening as you realised that mask heâd been wearing had gotten caught up with it. You reached out and cupped his chin, tilting his head up to face you. âOf course youâre pretty too.â
He chuckled, already blushing again as he reached up and tugged his shirt off too, revealing the top of his tattoo sleeve, how the flaming skulls and guns continued to run up over his skin, trailing your fingers over it as you pushed him back by his shoulders, going right into your bedroom.
âNice stuff.â You shove him back so the back of his knees hit your bed, making your intent clear if you hadnât already, only turning away long enough to snap your lamp on before, finally, moving your eyes to his chest. He had some other tattoos beside the sleeve, smaller, older looking ones that seemed to follow the same military style as each other, until you looked at the one that swirled out above his heart.
âYeah.â He saw where you were looking as he sat down on your bed, looking up at you as he brought a hand up to it, almost unconsciously. âThatâs my newest one.â
He said, but you could tell that it was already several years old, by your make. Definitely newer than the sleeves, though, and in a very different style.
âDid you get it for someone?â
He nodded, pressing his fingers against it, his eyes darting away from yours. âMy family. My mum, my brother, his wife and kid. I lost them⌠few years ago.â
âFuck⌠Iâm sorry.â You gently sat next to him, moving your gaze away from it. Thatâs one way to kill a mood. Asking about a guys dead family.
âHave got anything like that?â He murmured, to fill the silence.
You reached up and tugged the collar of your shirt down, tapping the ribbon that was drawn to look like it dipped beneath your skin and wrapped around your collar bone. âLost a good friend of mine. It was supposed to be matching, but he⌠never got it done.â
The story spills out of your lips almost before you could stop it. Youâd never actually told anyone what it had meant before. Maybe, it was only out of obligation, because heâd told you about his. Or, you just finally needed to tell it to someone, and in that moment had found someone who would get it.
âDamn. Asshole move, that.â
You laughed, leaning against his side as he locked his arm around your shoulder. âGlad someone said it. Canât badmouth a dead guy⌠or demand that he pay the cost of you covering it.â You chuckled, letting go of your collar again.
âAny other good ones?â You tilted your head up at his question, and caught Simon spying down the gap of your shirt.
âLess depressing ones, you mean?â You undid your shirt, tossing it off and unsnapping your bra as you shuffled back up your bed. âTake a look.â
He followed you eagerly, trying and failing to keep his eyes on your ink rather than your boobs. âI take it you like snakes? I got⌠one, two, three⌠four, fiveâŚâ
He counted, tapping each of the snakes he found on your skin.
âHuh. Never thought about it. Guess i doâŚâ You giggled as his fingers brushed over your side, counting snake number fourteen.
âTicklish?â
âIf you still want to land tonight, no.â
âNoted.â He withdrew his hand, biting his lip as he stared at your tits, moving slowly up and down ever so slightly as you breathed. âDoesnât it hurt? Getting it done there?â
âOh for sure. But, you only have to do it once.â You sigh, shifting up as you kick your jeans off too, leaving you in just your knickers, revealing your legs too. âBesides, I thought my thighs were way worse.â
He nodded slowly, only half listening as he trailed a hand down one of your thighs, rolling the skin over as he found your last free real estate. âRun out of ideas?â
âYeah.â You sigh, rolling the leg up into his touch as he inspects the blank space, his fingers catching against your panty line.
âI donât have any one my legs, yet.â He mused, flicking his fingers up under the elastic and tugging on the seam, pulling the material tight against your skin.
âReally? Prove it.â You sit back, drawing your legs up to your chest, hiding your nudity from him, smiling as you watched him grumble and shuck his jeans off, boxers along with it, as he spread his pale, muscly legs in front of you, cock bobbing between them.
âDamnâŚâ you murmured. âLots of real estate there, huh?â
âSure.â He shivered, shuffling closer to you. âMaybe, we solve two birds with one stone. Get something matching.â
You chuckled, kicking your legs out again and tucking yourself forward between his legs, eyeing his thick cock. âOr we could fuck.â
He nodded. âOr that.â
âCome here.â You reached out, and he leant into your arms, curling up against you as you kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tasted the remnants of whiskey on his lips and tongue when it darted in between your teeth, dragging you into his lap.
His dick rubbed against the front of your underwear, a groan leaving his lips as you felt his hand dip beneath the elastic again, pulling on it harder than he had before, as he leant back.
âDo you like these?â
âUhâŚâ you shook your head and looked down at them. âDunno? Theyâre fine, i suppose.â
âYou wonât miss them then?â
âSure, no.â You said, then gasped, clutching at the back of his neck as he promptly tore them off you, first at the left side, then the right before he tugged the scrap of material out from between your legs and tossing it aside.
Simon pried your arms from around his head, using your shock to drop you back to the bed, freeing up his hand so he could dip his fingers in between your legs, sighing as he found your clit and pinched it.
You shivered under his hands, head spinning from how fast heâd turned the tables on you. Simon was just surprised that he wasnât the one shaking, that bis hands werenât trembling as he brushed them over your skin, marvelling at the stark difference between his skin, and the heavily inked one beneath it, covered in snakes, flowers, a misshapen platypus, a racoon with a gun, a dragon sleeping on a mound of gold, among so many more.
âOi⌠what youâre waiting for?â You murmured, gazing up at him.
âOh⌠sorry.â He smiled, reaching down for one of your legs, locking one hand under your knee and folding your leg up against your body, quickly followed by the other one as he slid his dick between your folds, finding your cunt and sinking his dick straight into it.
The movement punching the breath from your throat as your back arched, the tension quickly dropping as you felt like you went boneless as Simon relentlessly fucked his cock into you, gently rubbing his thumbs over your skin where he was holding your legs up as he shushed you, only letting you lower your legs when his hips were settled against your ass, and you were indescribably full of cock. He smiled you and you, rubbing his thumb over your cheek as your brain tried to describe it anyway, to put into rational terms the explanation as to how youâd ended up here, and not on top.
âWhere⌠whereâs this come from?â You gasped out, hips bucking as your cunt squeezing tight around him.
âWhat?â He leant down over you, jostling his dick inside you. âWhereâd what come from?â
âThis!â You hit his shoulder, groaning as he leant down again, the blunt shape of his abs putting a tiny bit of pressure on your clit as it got trapped between your bodies. âYou coming up to me, all shy and awkward, then you pull⌠this!â
Simon chuckled, eyes sparkling even in the dim light as he leant down even further, laying his body on top of yours sp he could kiss you, gently hushing you, nudging his nose against your cheek. âIm not good at introductions.â
You laughed, then gasped as he rolled his hips slightly, hands coming up to clutch at his arms. âThen⌠itâs good that youâre good at everything else.â
âIâll say.â He murmured back, kissing you again. âYou comfy?â
You nodded. âBut happy to be⌠less.â
âLike it rough then?â
âI can take it.â
âIâll take your word for it, love.â He leant close to your ear. âDonât want to hear you complaining, though.â
âYou wonât.â You lock your hands around his arms, digging your fingers into his skin.
âGood.â He chuckled back and sat back up, tucking himself up on his knees, raising your hips up with him, the change making you gasp before the slow backwards drag of his hips made you whine. Youâd been so full, you didnât know what you would do if you werenât, so you tried to lock your legs around his hips and keep him inside of you, but it did nothing. His hips were pure muscle, and they were fucking his cock in and out of you like a he was a machine designed for it, up to and including his soft smile as he stared down at you, watching you fall apart around his dick, clenching and moaning, cumming, barely able to keep your eyes open, vision blurring as you stared up at the man above you, his hair glowing in the lamplight as the bed creaked violently beneath you, almost certainly pissing off your neighbours, even as it masked the sound his cock and your cunt were making. It didnât do anything for the sound of his skin meeting your skin, so it was sure to be an awkward conversation with them too, but you couldnât bring yourself to care in that moment. Any embarrassment you could have felt was being washed away by giddy joy at the man youâd found, the one currently fucking you as hard as he could, the one that had lost his shy streak at just the right time to fuck you stupid, shaking your grip off one of his arms so he could drag his fingers down over your skin again, on a quest to find your clit and scientifically determine the best angle to rub it at, sending your mind white with pleasure, shaking and curling under his touch, cumming hard again as he chuckled over you, only relenting when you swung your arm, your hand pathetically colliding with his side, a tear rolling down your cheek as he leant down and kissed you, grunting as he came inside you, making the one bit of clarity you had left thank god for birth control as you locked your arms around his neck, keeping him close to you as he pulled out of you and rolled to the side, panting heavily.
You lay your head on his chest, as he kept his hand cupped over your cunt so you leaked onto him and not your sheets, a mournful look coming over his face as you cuddled up to his side.
âI donât think Iâll be able to stay long.â He mumbled, tilting his head up as he looked for a clock.
âItâs alright.â You patted his side, already yawning. âYou just stay as long as you can.â
Heâd stayed for ten bloody years. And counting, given that heâd married you. Eventually. Even got that tattoo youâd talked about the first night youâd met. Flowers and skulls, matching yours, flowing down his thigh, out from his boxers as he stood at the stove, frying bacon. You were lying on the sofa still trying to catch your breath from how heâd fucked you seven ways to Sunday, and he was already up, showered and cooking bacon for you. You shook your head, shifting the cushion behind your head. Thank god he was shit at introductions. Otherwise, you wouldnât be here.
Ghost introducing himself to a heavily tattooed reader by just sitting down next to them and saying, âIâm Simon. I like your tattoos.â
He gives absolutely zero further interaction, just staring at the readerâs ink until they start explains what each one means, pointing out the little details for him to admire.
Ghost who panics when the reader asks if he has any tats of his own, worried that youâll think his stuff is dumb, cliche military shit. With enough bugging, heâll push his sleeves up and let the reader gush over him too, his brain freezing again when they poke his chest and ask to see the rest, too.
#simon ghost riley x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#cod mw2#call of duty#cod simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley#cod#reader#tattoos#continuation
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Lights are up but no one's home
Brad adjusted his letterman jacket and grinned as he caught sight of Emma walking down the driveway. She looked perfect, as always, with her auburn hair shining staircase morning light. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before her father, Mr. Gaines, stepped out onto the porch.
"Good morning, sir," Brad said, trying his best to sound polite.
Mr. Gaines didn't bother to respond, his sharp eyes scanning Brad as if he were unworthy. âEmma, be back by 3pm. And, BradâŚâ His voice was cold. âWeâll talk later.â
Brad shrugged it off, flashing his confident smile at Emma. "I think your dad will come around."
Emma gave him a concerned look, but Brad dismissed it, brushing off the tension.
Later that evening, as Brad walked Emma back to her house, Mr. Gaines met them at the door. âBrad, a word. Alone.â
Brad hesitated but eventually nodded. âSure thing.â He gave Emma a reassuring glance before following her father into the study. Brad followed Mr. Gaines into the study, the older man closing the door firmly behind them. The heavy scent of leather and cedar filled the room, matching the dark, intimidating dĂŠcor. A single lamp cast a golden glow over the desk, its light flickering slightly, giving the space a tense, almost foreboding atmosphere.
Brad stood his ground, towering over Mr. Gaines with his broad, athletic build. Years of football and rigorous workouts had shaped him into the picture of masculinity: square shoulders, a defined chest, and an aura of cocky confidence.
âLook, sir,â Brad began, his voice firm yet polite, âI know we donât see eye-to-eye, but I care about Emma. Iâm good to her, andâŚâ
Mr. Gaines raised a hand, cutting him off. âSpare me the charm, Brad. I see right through it.â
Brad bristled, his jaw tightening. âWith all due respect, I donât need your approval. Emma and IâŚâ
âYouâll find you need more than you think,â Mr. Gaines interrupted again, his voice cold and commanding. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small glass vial filled with an iridescent liquid that shimmered unnaturally in the dim light.
Brad frowned, his brow furrowing. âWhat is that? Some kind of whiskey orâŚâ
Before he could finish, Mr. Gaines popped the cap off and flung the contents at him with surprising speed. The liquid hit Brad square in the chest, seeping through his letterman jacket and white tight shirt and into his skin.
âWhat the hell?!â Brad shouted, stepping back as he frantically tried to wipe the liquid away. His hands tingled where they touched it, as though the substance was alive.
âYouâve had your time with my daughter,â Mr. Gaines said, his lips curling into a smirk. âNow, itâs time to see what youâre really made of.â
Brad opened his mouth to retort, but a sudden, searing heat coursed through his body, cutting him off. It started in his chest, radiating outward in waves that left his muscles twitching uncontrollably.
âWha, whatâs happening to me?!â he gasped, clutching at his chest. The heat intensified, and he felt his ribs shifting beneath his hands. His sturdy chest, once broad and solid, began to shrink. The hard ridges of his pecs softened, the thick slabs of muscle deflating like a balloon.
âNo!â Brad groaned, his voice cracking. He could feel his sternum pulling inward, the bones grinding painfully as his torso narrowed. His shirt hung awkwardly now, loose in places it had once hugged snugly.
The heat spread downward, latching onto his abs. His once-chiseled six-pack, earned through countless hours of crunches and dieting, began to fade. He pressed his hands against his stomach, desperate to hold onto the definition, but the flesh grew soft and smooth under his touch.
âStop this!â he begged, his voice trembling.
Mr. Gaines crossed his arms, watching with a cruel, detached interest. âOh, weâre just getting started.â
Brad stumbled forward, his legs shaking as a sharp pain erupted in his pelvis. He fell to his knees with a grunt, his jeans tightening uncomfortably around his hips. He groaned as his pelvis shifted, the bones grinding and reshaping into a narrower, more delicate structure.
His thighs quivered, the thick muscle softening and slimming. He had always prided himself on his powerful legs, tools of a star athlete, but now they looked more suited to a dancer. His calves followed suit, becoming slender and shapely, their once-prominent muscles fading into gentle curves.
âNo, no, no!â Brad whimpered, clutching at his thighs as if sheer willpower could stop the transformation. His jeans shimmered and morphed, the denim becoming tight, ripped skinny jeans that clung to his new, slimmer legs like a second skin.
The heat moved downward, pooling in his feet. Brad gasped as his sneakers began to tighten painfully. His feet shrank, the size 12 shoes compressing around his toes until they reformed into smaller, more delicate size 9 feet. The sneakers warped, reshaping into sleek, white designer trainers that felt foreign and wrong.
He scrambled to his feet, swaying as he realized how much shorter heâd become. The once-commanding 6â2â frame that had made him stand out on the field was now gone and replaced by a slim and delicate 5â4â. He felt fragile, like a shadow of his former self.
âWhy canât I stop this?!â Brad cried, his voice growing higher-pitched with each word. He clapped his hands over his throat, horrified as his Adamâs apple receded. His deep, commanding voice was replaced by a soft, boyish tone that sounded utterly alien to his ears.
âYour height suited your arrogance,â Mr. Gaines said with a smirk. âBut this? This is much better.â
The heat moved back up to Bradâs arms, and he watched in horror as his biceps and triceps, once bulging with power, shrank down to slender, almost dainty proportions. His shoulders narrowed, losing their broad, masculine width, leaving him with a delicate, almost effeminate frame.
His hands began to tingle, and he stared down at them in disbelief. The calluses that had marked years of lifting weights and gripping footballs faded, leaving his palms smooth and soft. His fingers slimmed, their rough, masculine shape replaced by long, elegant digits.
âThis isnât real,â Brad muttered, his voice trembling. âThis canât be real!â
âOh, itâs real,â Mr. Gaines replied, his tone dripping with amusement.
Bradâs skin began to tingle as the transformation spread across his body. The fine dusting of body hair that had covered his chest, arms, and legs vanished, leaving his skin unnaturally smooth. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, desperate to cool the burning in his armpits, but the familiar musky scent of sweat was gone, replaced by a faint, floral fragrance. brad then felt his letterman jacket and white shirt starting to tighten around him. He turned his head to look at it only to realize he was now wearing a tight blue stripped shirt.
The heat surged into his face, and Brad stumbled back, clutching at his cheeks. His square jawline softened, the sharp edges rounding out into delicate curves. His cheekbones became more pronounced, giving his face a refined, almost ethereal beauty. His lips tingled and swelled, becoming fuller and pinker, while his nose slimmed into a petite, upturned shape.
Brad turned to the mirror on the wall, his heart sinking as he saw the stranger staring back at him. The rugged, masculine face he had always known was gone, replaced by one so pretty it could have graced a magazine cover.
The heat shifted to his scalp, and he reached up, gasping as his long, messy brown hair grew longer and softer on the top. It lightened to a golden blond, shimmering in the lamplight as it styled itself into a trendy, tousled look. His sides receded back in his scalp in millions of ant bites as Brad took his lobes in his hands screaming in pain.
âLook at you,â Mr. Gaines said, stepping closer. âYou could pass for a model now. A twink, as they say.â
Brad stumbled away; his legs weak. âThis⌠this isnât me,â he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks.
âIt is now,â Mr. Gaines replied coldly.
The final wave of heat pooled in Bradâs groin, and he doubled over, clutching at his hips. The muscles and bones there shifted painfully, completing the lithe, feminine shape his body had taken on. He wanted to scream, but his voice cracked once more, betraying the raw emotion he felt. Brad could feel his huge 8 inches cut dick boiling with heat as he could feel his cock grinding against his new jockstrap and his hairless thighs until it stopped to a 3 inches uncut cock. His nuts followed as he felt them taking less and less place inside the pouch. Brad tilted his head and looked as the front of his slim jeans was shrinking faster and faster. When the shrinking stopped, brad exhaled from fear as he tried to get up once more. But as his hands touched the ground to help himself, he felt a discharge of electricity zap him in the ass. He screamed from surprised and pain as he heard Mr. Gaines laugh viciously. âNow weâll see how you handle these new sensationsâ he said with a deep voice while looking at Brad trying to find his breath again.
He collapsed to the floor, trembling as the heat finally began to subside. His body felt alien, every movement unfamiliar and wrong. He could feel the smoothness of his skin, the slenderness of his limbs, the absence of his once-powerful build.
Brad looked up at Mr. Gaines, his deep brown eyes glitching as they finished turning into bright blue eyes wide with horror. âWhy⌠why would you do this to me?â
Mr. Gaines crouched down, smirking as he looked the transformed Brad in the eye. âBecause you needed a lesson, boy. And now, youâre exactly what you deserve to be.â
Brad lay on the floor of the study, his altered body trembling with lingering heat. He tried to push himself up, but his new, slender arms buckled under the effort. The unfamiliar weight distribution of his body threw him off balance, and he collapsed again, the smoothness of his skin and the strange proportions of his limbs only amplifying his panic.
Inside his mind, Bradâs thoughts whirled. This isnât me. This canât be me. He clenched his teeth, or at least tried to, but even the sensation of his now-soft jawline felt wrong. Every breath was foreign, the floral scent from his armpits a mockery of the musky, masculine odor heâd once carried.
Mr. Gaines stood over him, arms crossed, his smirk cold and calculating. âYouâll get used to it,â he said. âOr maybe you wonât. Who knows?â
âYou wonât get away with this, Emma will know, I will tell everyoneâ Brad spat, his voice unnaturally high and trembling. He cringed at the sound of it. âI will sue you!â
But as if to mock his resolve, a sharp pain stabbed into his temples, sending him sprawling onto his back. The room spun as his hands flew to his head, gripping at the blond strands of his new hair. It felt like something was clawing its way into his brain, rewriting him from the inside out.
âWhat is going on?! Fuck it hurts!!â he screamed, but the words came out in a whiny, petulant tone, almost like a pout.
âYou think you can threaten me under my roof, Brad?â Mr. Gaines said smoothly. âWell⌠I thought this was enough, but seems not! Letâs see how youâll behave now, Blaine!â
Another jolt of pain struck, this time deeper and more insistent. Memories flashed through his mind and memories of who he was, who he had been. The star athlete, the golden boy, the charming boyfriend who could talk his way out of trouble with a grin. He clung to those images desperately, but they began to fracture, splintering like glass.
In their place came foreign thoughts, feelings, and impulses. Bright colors danced behind his eyes, an overwhelming hunger for attention and admiration bubbling up from nowhere. He tried to suppress it, but it grew stronger with each passing second, like a dam about to burst.
âNo,â Brad whimpered, tears streaming down his now-delicate face. âThis isnât me. Iâm notâŚâ
But the assault on his mind continued. His thoughts grew disjointed, a battle between his old self and the intrusive presence worming its way into his consciousness. His sense of humor shifted, memories of football games and weightlifting sessions replaced by an inexplicable appreciation for fashion trends and pop music.
The new personality emerged, brash and unyielding. It wasnât subtle; it stormed into his mind like a diva on a stage, shoving Bradâs old self aside.
âOh my God,â a voice bubbled in his head, light and effervescent. âThis room is so drab. Like, who decorated this? A sad old man?â
No! Thatâs not me! Brad screamed internally, but the words didnât make it out. His lips parted, and instead of the defiance he wanted to express, a soft giggle escaped.
âStop it!â he thought desperately, but his body betrayed him. His delicate fingers brushed a strand of golden hair from his face, and he caught his reflection in the nearby mirror. A coquettish smile spread across his lips without his consent.
The final blow came when the pain in his head spiked to a blinding crescendo. Bradâs name, his name, slipped away, leaving a void where his identity had been. In its place, a new name blossomed, sugary sweet and unbearable.
âBlaine,â Mr. Gaines said with satisfaction, as though plucking the name from Bradâs own thoughts. âThat suits you. Blaine, my new personal assistant.â
No, no, no! Bradâs mind screamed, but it was as if he were trapped behind a glass wall, watching his body and voice act without him.
Blaine blinked a few times, his wide, blue eyes fluttering. âBlaine,â he repeated, his voice sing-song.
Inside, Brad seethed. He was still there, buried deep, but he couldnât control his body anymore. Every word, every movement, was Blaineâs now. And Blaine was everything Brad wasnât: flamboyant, animated, and utterly unconcerned with the past.
âDo you need me for anything, sir?â Blaine said, tugging at the tight, ripped skinny jeans and tight blue striped shirt that had replaced Bradâs clothes. âI remember you told me to come to work on The Fortress Club folder, right?â
âPlenty of time for that later,â Mr. Gaines said, his smirk widening as he took a step about to grab Blaineâs shirt.
At that moment, the door to the study swung open, and Emma stepped in. âDad? Have you seen Brad? He just vanished, and⌠Oh hello, I didnât know you were busy working, you must be my dadâs new personal assistant, right?â
Her eyes landed on Blaine, who was standing with his hands behind his back, his head tilted in a way that screamed playful mischief. She froze, her brow furrowing.
âWho⌠are you?â she asked, clearly confused.
Blaine smiled as he presented himself while Bradâs trapped consciousness burn with humiliation.
âIâm Blaine!â he chirped, twirling a lock of his golden hair. âJust helping your dad out with⌠um⌠his work schedule. Nice to meet you!â
Emma blinked, then turned to her father. âWhereâs Brad? He said he was coming in here to talk to you.â
Mr. Gaines feigned a heavy sigh, shaking his head. âBrad showed his true colors, Iâm afraid. I caught him cheating on you. Told him to pack his things and leave. He didnât even argue, just walked out without a word.â
Emmaâs face fell, hurt flickering across her features. âHe⌠what?â
Inside, Brad screamed. No! Thatâs a lie! I would never do that to her! But Blaine remained silent, batting his long lashes at Emma.
âYouâre better off without him,â Mr. Gaines said firmly. âHe wasnât right for you.â
Emma shook her head, clearly unsettled. âFuck him! If I ever see him again, he is dead! Well, Iâm going to go. I need to process all of this.â
She turned and left the room without another word, leaving Blaine standing in the center of the study and Brad crying and screaming for Emma to come back.
Inside, Brad felt his heart shatter. She doesnât even recognize me. She thinks I abandoned her. Iâm still here! Iâm still me!
Mr. Gaines clapped a hand on Blaineâs shoulder, ignoring the storm raging inside the former jockâs mind. âWell, Blaine, it looks like youâre all mine now.â
Blaine turned to him with a bright smile. âOoh, what do you need first? Coffee? A snackâ
Bradâs mind recoiled, hating every word, every exaggerated gesture. He was trapped, forced to watch and feel everything Blaine did, powerless to fight back.
âNone of that, I was thinking something more⌠personal,â Mr. Gaines said as he walked to Blaine, grabbing his shirt and tucking it behind his head. âAnd youâll do exactly as I say.â
âAnything for you, Mr. G!â Blaine said with a wink as he got on his knees, his small hard cock pressing on his thighs and leaking in his jockstrap.
As Mr. Gainesâs hard daddy cock entered Blaineâs virgin mouth, he came, leaking through his ripped jeans and directly on the carpeted floor. Mr. Gaines laugh and started to face fuck Blaine even faster with a smile on his lips, not caring about Brad's gagging please for this to stop. âI think youâve learned your lesson son. And youâll have to clean this up!â
______________________________________________________________ Hey guys! Here is my contribution to the story swap I did with @misctf. Go check his content if you haven't already. He has lots of great stuff there. See you soon!
#male transformation#my writing#mental change#male tf#reality change#tf#gay#personality change#straight to gay#jock to nerd#jock to twink#nerdification
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Bradford Has a Princess
I used one of the amazing Tim Bradford ideas posted by @nevereclipse for this!! I hope you like it and it's along the lines of what you were thinking!âşď¸
Pairing: Tim Bradford x younger(24-26y/o)!fem!reader
Summary: Tim Bradford is whipped for you, treats you with nothing but the best princess treatment, and when his fellow officers call him out on it, he realizes how he truly feels about you.
Warnings: fluff! princess treatment and Tim being a SOFTIEâ˘
Word Count: 1.6k+ words
You blow your hair out of your face before you tug it painfully behind your ear.
âEasy,â your boyfriend mutters, reaching over carefully. He gathers your hair much gentler than you had, pulls it loosely behind your ears, and uses the hair tie he wears around his wrist to secure it. âBetter?â
You hum before you say, âThank you, Tim.â
His hand moves down your back, resting comfortably against the base. After you finish your project, you take a paper towel from the nearby roll and wipe your hands.
âNeed anything else?â Tim asks.
You smile over your shoulder as you rest against Timâs chest. Heâs older than you, and though some people might frown upon your relationship, you love him, not only because of the selfless way he treats you. Tim places his arm around your shoulders, then uses his free hand to pull your hand closer to him. He traces his thumb over your knuckles, then looks at your nails as his calloused palm holds you like you are the most precious thing in his life, in the world.
âI can make you an appointment at the nail salon you like,â he offers. âTuesday?â
Tim shifts his hands, running his fingertips up and down your palm as he smiles.
âI can wait,â you answer. âI actually saw a kit online that lets you make your own nail art. Maybe I should try that next time.â
âSend me the link.â
Tim kisses your temple, then twirls the ends of your hair around his fingers. He decides he could spend forever here and wouldnât even care what his friends thought about it.
âTim!â Angela calls. âWeâre all going to Andreâs.â
âActually,â he begins.
âNo, you skipped out the last three times, youâre coming with.â
âNo arguments,â Nyla adds. âWe might even make you pay.â
Tim sighs, his shoulders dropping as he nods. He follows them out of the station and is unsurprised to see Lucy, Nolan, Aaron, and Wesley waiting in the parking lot.
âTim, youâre coming too?â Wesley asks. âI thought youâd finally sworn off fraternization.â
âHa ha,â Tim deadpans.
âCan I ride with you?â Aaron asks. âMy carâs getting a new wrap and Wesleyâs backseat is a little tight with the carseats.â
Tim doesnât answer but doesnât say no, so Lucy nods and encourages Aaron to go. Aaron climbs into Timâs passenger seat and buckles his seatbelt without a word.
âOh,â he exclaims as Tim backs out of the space. âWhoâs the Dior lip gloss belong to?â He lifts the tube out of the floorboard and recognizes it as part of a set his mom has. âThis is expensive, they must be missing it.â
âShe knows itâs here,â Tim grumbles, extending his hand to take it.
âYour sister?â Aaron guesses as Tim places it in the center console. He sees several other items, like a scrunchie, a receipt, and powder.
âNone of your business,â Tim snaps. âWhy are you getting an expensive car wrapped, anyway?â
âBecause I can.â
Tim and Aaron fall silent, Tim thinking about you as Aaron wonders if the others know about the woman taking up space in Tim Bradfordâs truck and in his life.
During your next date night, Tim opens the door for you, then wraps his arm around your waist as you enter the restaurant. He moves to his left to stand slightly behind you as you wait to be seated, and you smile over your shoulder at him.
At your table, Tim pulls your chair out for you, but you stop before you sit when someone says his name. You turn, and Timâs shoulders tense beneath his blazer.
âAngela,â he greets tightly. âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâm on a date,â she answers with a smile. She looks at you before she asks, âAnd you?â
You sense the tension and interrupt to introduce yourself. You provide your name and shake her hand, then look to Tim.
âMy girlfriend,â he tells Angela. âWeâre on a date, soâŚâ
âIâll ask more later then. I mean that Timothy, you have a lot to tell me.â She turns toward you again and says, âNice to meet you.â
âYou, too.â
Alone, you take Timâs hand across the table and apologize for interrupting him and his friend. He promises that he wasnât bothered by that and assures you that he wasnât avoiding introducing you on purpose but was just surprised. You fall into easy conversation, as usual, and the date is over far too soon.
When the waiter leaves the check on the corner of the table, you ask, âGoing Dutch?â
âGoing insane if you think Iâm letting you pay for a date,â Tim mumbles before speaking up to say, âMy treat.â
Tim offers his blazer before you walk out into the windy Los Angeles night, and you wrap your hands around his arm as he leads you to his truck. Youâve never felt as loved and as cherished as you do with Tim Bradford.
As you enter Timâs house, he uses your joined hands to pull you back toward him. He dips his chin, gesturing for you to sit on the couch, then lowers to the table before it. With a gentle touch, Tim runs his hands down your leg, from your knee to your ankle. After he hooks his finger under the strap of your heel, he pulls your foot up, resting your calf on his knee to unhook the small buckle against your ankle and remove your shoe. He repeats the process with the other shoe, then lays his hands on your knees and leans forward.
âHi,â you whisper with a smile.
Tim smiles in the proximity, then runs his hands up your legs to rest on your thighs.
âI love you,â you add.
âI love you,â he replies before he moves beside you on the couch, cups the back of your neck in his hand, and pulls into a kiss that proves it.
Tim stops mid-step as he enters the roll call room the following morning. Angela and Aaron are perched atop the tables to watch him with matching looks.
âWhat?â Tim asks.
âYou have a girlfriend,â Angela says.
âThat Iâm thinking you bought Dior for,â Aaron adds.
âWho are you and what did you do with Timothy Bradford?â
âYes, I have a girlfriend, and I bought her some makeup,â Tim admits. âWhatâs the big deal?â
âThe big deal?â Aaron repeats incredulously. âYou, Tim Bradford, are whipped.â
âHe took her to an expensive restaurant last night,â Angela tells Aaron without looking away from Tim. âI bet he footed the bill, too.â
âThere is no reason to be discussing this at work,â Tim points out. âSo, drop it.â
âDrop what?â Lucy asks from the doorway.
One word, Tim mouths to Aaron. Aaron nods, but Angela smiles. Tim knows he has no power over her, but when she changes the subject, he sighs and nods once. Sheâll bring it up again when he least expects it, but for now, the ânewsâ of his âbeing whippedâ for you is contained. He isnât ashamed of you, of course, but some things need to be private.
Immediately after walking into Timâs house, he kisses you so hard that you can feel the sticky texture of your lip gloss as it smears from the corners of your lips and onto your chin. When he pulls back, holding you up as you blink at him, breathless, he uses his thumb to wipe away the shiny mess he made.
âI missed you too,â you say.
âI was told today that Iâm whipped,â Tim replies.
You furrow your brows, and Tim taps his knuckle against your forehead and smiles as he shakes his head. You relax but hold his side as you wait for more information.
âAaron and Angela know about you, and he told me I was whipped. I realized that heâs right.â
Terrified that Tim is about to break up with you after this realization, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He huffs and tugs it free.
âI am more in love with you than I ever dreamed of being capable of. SoâŚâ
Tim is clearly trying to find the right words, and you smile as you offer, âIncandescently happy?â
âCompletely and incandescently happy,â he agrees. âI love you.â
âI love you, too.â
Tim smiles, then notices he disturbed your outfit with his sudden affection. He tugs the ridden-up fabric down over your hips before dragging his fingertips along your upper arm to fix your top.
âRemember when you bought me the makeup wipes?â you ask.
Tim nods and inquires, âDo you need them?â
You try to contain your smile but fail. âNo, you just proved you can take off lip gloss without them.â
Tim tugs you closer, hooks his arms under your hips, and lifts you up. You gasp in surprise before gripping his shoulders. After he carries you to the kitchen and sets you on the counter, he takes your shoes off and stands between your legs.
âShould I make dinner or are you going to keep distracting me?â
You tap your finger against your jaw and pretend to ponder the question. âThat depends⌠will your friends still be okay with this relationship when they find out youâre a cradle robber?â
âMaybe I should give you back then.â
You pout, and Tim kisses your forehead before he turns away. He passes you a bouquet of red roses, then sets a glass of your favorite beverage beside you. Itâs the response you hoped for, and after you gently place the flowers aside, you pull Tim closer by his collar and smile against his lips.
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bride to be - father charlie mayhew
content: 18+ !! mdni !! father charlie mayhew x female reader, coercion/dubcon, religious guilt, degradation and praise, slapping, crying, fingering, abuse of power, innocent!virgin!reader, toxic!pervy! charlie, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected (donât be dumb yall), kinda breeding, size kink if u get a microscope
wc: 4.8k (sry i went a lil crazy)
a/n: hi yall this is literally my first fanfic ever ! drew some inspo from @hoffmansgirl @tokyoghls & @lucyisdoingfine
sundays were your favorite days. you were a good little church mouse. eager to serve. eager to please, always wearing white to early morning service. it was evidence of your innocence. father charlie always says your innocence is precious. valuable. your bible study together always left you so impressed, how a man can look at one paragraph and be able to take away so much. you had reached out to a deacon at the church, inquiring about some guidance in the word, expecting to be put in contact with a nun-in-training with less important things to do. thatâs how you wound up in the priestâs office every sunday night. he said he needed to âconnect more with his congregants.â Â he knew you would believe it, and so would your parents.
the calming bustle of churchgoers finding their seats was abruptly cut off by the deep, layered boom of the organ, signaling the beginning of the service. you shift in the wooden pew, brushing your dark curls over your shoulder and adjusting the lace strap of your dress, preparing your heart to hear the word of god. the vibrations rattled deep within your chest, making you clutch the diamond cross adorning the center of it. the spotlight snapped on, an oval of light encompassing the priest as he eyed the pews almost nonchalantly, his vacant eyes wandering as he approached the pulpit, clearing his throat.
âbrothers and sisters, we serve a just god,â his veiny hands gripped the worn oak of the stand, turning pale red as he supported himself, leaning forward toward the parishioners. you sat in the front row, eyes wide and glazed over as if you were looking at the god he spoke of.
âconfront the reality of your desire, of your sin. because as we see in his word this morning, the wage of our sin is death.â he paused, letting out a heavy breath and loudly thumping his bible before shooting his empty gaze at you.
âwhat would your heart look like,â his chest fell ever so slightly, almost defeatedly, âwhen stripped naked before a holy god?â
charlie knew he was preaching to himself, coddling his guilt with verses as he always did. this wasnât a message for the church, but rather for him. desire was a reality he needed to confront. the service slipped by as you hurriedly took notes in pink glitter gel script with doodles lining the sides.Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Ë ŕźâĄ â・Ëromans 6*:ęŤ:*+ďž.
âthe lord be with youâ
âand with your spiritâ
applying a fresh layer of lip gloss, gathering your bible and smoothing the back of your dress, you and your mother shuffle out of the pew. your shoes tapping on the marble as you all headed towards the stained-glass doors where father charlie stood talking to the other congregants as they left.
âmrs y/l/n, always good to see you.â he remarked, giving a venerating nod toward your mother as the two of you stopped in front of him.
âfather, beautiful service as always.â she said through a smile, leaning in to give quick air kisses on each side of his face. she looooved her some father charlie. you really are your mothers daughter. âso hows bible study goinâ with you two?â she mused, motioning to the both of you limply with her hand before placing it on her hip. his eyes snapped to yours, hands clasped behind his back as he anticipated your words, searching for reassurance in your expression.
âvery well. weâve been going through the old testament, some hard stuff. sheâs a good listener.â he replied. your face stayed neutral, but inside, your nerves were tangling into knots.
âdid you see both of christieâs girls got engaged? and joeâs daughter. got me thinking about y/n, her future.â your mother went on. charlie gave you a stern look as you rolled your eyes and hid your face in your hands.
âshe has a lot to learn still. being a wife, i-i canât say sheâs ready. sheâs so blessed to have the guidance of a godly man like you. just, uh, help her out.â she continued with a cheeky smile, patting the priest on his bicep.
now twirling a piece of hair between your fingers, you steal a passing glance at the father as your mom ushers you through the front door. âiâll see you at seven, okay?â his finger hovered down at you.
ây-yes father! see you tonight!â you called out, voice growing fainter as you were dragged away and out into the sunlight.
the last few months had been excruciating for him. every saturday night, he dreamt about what white dress you would choose to wear, what fragrance you would spritz on your neck. he had gotten you more comfortable over time. you were showing your personality, asking more questions, confessing more sins. he loved it when you confessed. he got high on the essence of your pure shame and desperation, pleading for help on what to do, crying to him about how guilty you were. he wrote about you in his sermons, dreamt about you, imagined you bent over his desk begging for it harder. this could be his opportunity to make a real woman out of you. your motherâs words echoed in his mind as he wandered through the convent. he was determined to make you the perfect godly wife.
the orange hue of the sunset beamed through the windows on each side of the chapel, casting shadows that danced with the movement of the trees and birds flying by. the bright white of your lace-lined dress in the sunlight nearly blinded charlie as he emerged from a side door, hidden away by velvet curtains.
ây/n, just on time, as always.â his welcome was steady and warm as he approached nearer, a hint of a smile touching his lips.
the parallel clicks of his red leather boots and your kitten heels filled the still air of the room, each step slicing through the reverent silence.
âof course father, i wouldnât miss itâ you answered, looking up at him as you walked side by side to his office. his hand found its way to the nape of your neck as he led you, the softness of your tan skin and the scent of vanilla nearly making his eyes flutter. he was so wrong for this, but he didnât care. you had to learn one way or another.
 you took your usual seat in the black leather chair opposite him, only separated by a large wooden desk. bookshelves lined the walls. a small crucifix hang in the empty space above his seat. he sat, flicking around a ballpoint pen and thumbing through his bible which sat open on the desk.
âso,â he sighed as he leaned back in the chair, legs spread as his hands glided over the thigh of his black dress pants, âtonightâs one is really important. i took some time to think about what your mother said, and i agree." he nodded, "i think a girl of your age is ready to learn.â his pointer finger tapped slowly on his right knee.
âyes, father. i think so too. i just donât even know where to start.â
âwell thatâs where i come in,â he smiled, not like when he welcomed you in, it was different. almost predatory. âthatâs why iâm here, my child.â Â your eyes were glued to the floor, while his were busy surveying the curve of your hips as you sat. so soft. so perfect.
âwhat book are we gonna be in, father?â you asked absentmindedly, your long lashes brushing against your cheeks with each unhurried blink. you got comfortable in your seat as you opened your bible, pink faux leather full of sticky notes and neon-highlighted prophecies, promises, and judgments.
âweâll actually be flipping back and forth a bit tonight,â he explained, clearing his throat and adjusting his papers. âthe goal here is that you leave feeling prepared to be a wife, one that serves the lord, and her husband. do you understand?â
you nodded, your glossy eyes locked with his. âgood. can you go to colossians 3 verse 18 and read that for me, please, sweetheart?â
âwives, submit yourselves unto your husbands, as is fitting in the lord.â you read.
âyes, submission. the definition is skewed nowadays.â he muttered, waving his pen around musingly. âchrist did submit to father god, although the son has no less authority. you see?â he leaned forward, gripping the edge of his desk to stand up, circling to your side, bible in hand.
âgo to first corinthians chapter 7, it says âthe husband should fulfill his marital duty to his wife, and likewise the wife to her husband.â he chuckled lightly as you highlighted the verse in lavender. this poor girl has no fucking clue, he thought as he slid his papal ring off. thatâs what drew him to you in the first place. he reclined against the side of the desk, legs crossed at the ankle.
âwhat does that mean father? how will the duties of a godly woman change once sheâs married?â your pitch heightening with each question. âlike cooking and cleaning? are they the same for bo-â with a raised hand, he stopped you in your words.
âyes, y/n, yes. youâre eager arenât you?â he breathed out, a wide grin plastered on his face. âit does include domestic things but also emotional things. honest communication, faithfulnessâŚand physical things too.â he traced his words as he looked at you, âthatâs what really changes when you get married.â
his eyes lit up as your jaw went slack at the realization of what he meant.
âohâŚi see.â your shoulders slumping and eyes drifting to the marble floor. he could feel the disappointment in your sigh.
âwhereâd that smile go, sweet girl? whatâs wrong?â he chided, a faux frown on his face.
âi just, thatâs- i donât know.â you huffed, âhow am i supposed to know what to do on my wedding night? itâs just so unfair. an-and scary!â
âwell,â he let out a shallow breath, reaching out to tuck a silky strand of stray hair behind your ear, âi can help you with that too, sweetheart. if you let me.â his fingers curled around the nape of your neck, steady and with purpose. his eyes bore into you as he tilted his head, attempting to coax your gaze up towards him, but you couldnât bring yourself to meet them. the foreign heartbeat between your legs became a knotted bundle in your stomach, making you squeeze your thighs together. he traced his index finger down your collarbone, gripping the chain of your necklace between his fingers. he stopped, thumbing at the karats of your crucifix, lost in thought.
he drops the charm with cold indifference, then turns, pacing in circles. âfirst corinthians seven- thirty four. a married woman is concerned about the affairs of this world, how to please her husband.â the bass in his voice snapped you out of your daze, finally looking up to return frantic little nods and blinks.
âright, o-okay. but father,â you said, lowering your voice ,âiâm not married.â your eyes scanned around dramatically as if to search for witnesses, âwe-weâre not married.â
he neared you, placing both hands on each arm of the leather chair, trapping you in. âwe can pretend, okay? thisâll be how we conduct our lessons.â he could feel the heat of your breath mixing with the strawberry on your lips. âyour mother said you have a lot to learn.â he said almost accusingly, but full of pity. âno more questions, sweet thing. iâm here to guide you, remember?â his words were coated in a nauseating sweetness, seeping into your impressionable mind and persuading you to trust him.
the scent of his cologne was overpowering, making the glossy stain in your baby pink cotton panties worsen. he was only inches away, his shadow encapsulating you as his eyes roamed your face, gauging every reaction as he carefully crept his fingers to play with the lace hem of your dress. sundayâs best.
âhave you ever touched yourself, y/n?â
your breath caught in your throat. maybe this would have felt different from the safe shadows of a booth, but this confession was much different. embarrassment sent warmth rushing to  your cheeks as you looked through father charlie rather than at him. you nodded your head, âonly once.â you spoke, a broken kind of whisper. he was tracing spirals into your thigh, immediately pausing after hearing that you, the purest little flower heâd ever known, had snuck under her nightgown to play with her pussy. immediately and without moving his head, his eyes flicked up, a sick smile curling on his lips.
âyou poor thingâŚyou didnât cum?â he said with faux sympathy. your eyes widened, almost popping out of your head, as the cross resting just above your cleavage swayed with each breath. up and down. up and down. you shook your head, tears of vulnerability stung in your eyes. âheyâŚhey. itâs okay! we all start somewhere, right?â  he cooed, almost manic as his hand raised to pass a thumb over your blushed cheek. âi promise by the end of our sessions youâll feel prepared, yeah? the duties of marriage include knowing your own body. and your husbands. thatâs not a problem, is it?â his fingers laced with yours, thumbs tracing the valleys of your knuckles. your hand was so small in his.
âif thatâs what the lord calls me to do, i have to listen.â you choke out, a single tear falling down onto the freckles of your thighs. he had never given you a reason to be afraid, but you were, the heaviness on your chest becoming unbearable.
after a long pause and a heavy sigh he whispered, âi knew you would be a good girl, so obedient,â wiping the stain from your face. âget on your knees for me, like youâre gonna pray.â he mumbled, drunk off his own words. hesitantly, you rose and knelt to the floor, palms flat on your thighs as your frightened gaze fixed on the man before you. a man of god. a man you could trust.
âletâs get some practice in, okay?â
his voice was soft but left you understanding you had no say in it. he bent down, his fingers gently hooking the straps of your dress, sliding them slowly down your shoulders until the fabric gathered at your waist. you watched him as he did so, his frenzied eyes not matching the tenderness of his touch. he groans at the sight of your barely covered chest, lace and gems adorning your push-up bra. he undid his buttons with a swiftness youâve never seen before, now shirtless in front of you.
standing upright, he delivers two tiny taps to your jaw. light, but deliberate. urging you to open up. this was okay. you were husband and wife. the clinking of his belt being slipped off just sounded like wedding bells to you. by the time he shimmied and stepped out of his pants, you were spellbound - mind soft and yielding, ready to mold to whoever he needed you to be.
 your mouth lay half open, satin tongue hanging over your bottom lip and leaving it with a glossy sheen. standing over you, he grasped your jaw, tilting it up to guide you as he released a string of spit that connected his lips to your tongue as he hummed in approval. he clasped his thumbs on the band of his briefs until they fell around his ankles, freeing himself. your tears multiplied as you saw the inches slap onto his v line, twitching and bobbing in the air.
âsee, this is your fault. open up real wide fâme.â he huffed as his thumb went to align himself with your mouth, tapping the tip on your tongue. a confused whimper escaped your gaping mouth as he pushed his length further in. musk and salt sat on your tastebuds as he instructed you to tuck your lips, collecting your hair in his fist as you tried to gloss his entire dick with spit. he started off slow, seeing you furrow your brows and gag, looking up at him for approval. he thrust into you as he guided your head, the grip on your hair making your scalp burn. your moans of protest were muffled as he fucked your face, tears now streaming down your chest. you tried pushing at his thighs, digging your almond french tips into the muscle, but it only made him go harder.
ânuh-uh, youâre gonna have to learn.â
as his head massaged the back ridges of your throat, his large hands cupped each side of your head with a commanding grasp, forcing the tip of your nose to meet his happy trail and holding you in place. his chest glistened with sweat, heaving as he looked down at you with absent eyes. the room was humid as your nose drew in wet, shaky breaths, gagging around this thick length.
âdo you see now, why i have to do this to you?â he cooed, looking down as you struggled to breathe, blowing bubbles of slobber that collected at the base of his shaft. your face screwed as you sobbed and squirmed on the cold floor, dick down your throat. âyouâre wildly unprepared.â he hissed, shaking his head, unimpressed. âlook at you,â he spat, pulling you off, leaving you gasping for air as if each inhale would be the last. âwhy fight it?â grabbing your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker, all swollen and slick. you flinched at his touch. âa good wife isnât supposed to be defiant. we just read that.â he scoffed, âi donât even think you were paying attention.â
you clenched your eyes shut to avoid looking up at him, just shaking your head. âi was, i promise i was!â you attempted to cry out, but all that escaped was whiny mumbles.
 âno, no, look me in the face. give me some fucking respect,â he muttered, tightening his grip on your jaw, yanking it close. you forced your eyes open to meet his. breath hot on your lips, he was growing visibly more impatient. his irises were pure black, like that of a shark. one that could sniff out innocent little girls like human blood.
âi see righttttt through you, tryna hide behind your rosary, your psalms, your fucking dresses.â he mocked, hand leaving your face to tug the remainder of the lace mess down your legs, leaving you in your bra and panties. âbut i see you. i see what kind of slut you are. looking up at me in the pew, coming to my office until well after sundown. fuckinâ asking for it.â he stepped back, his narrow eyes examining you in disgust.
âfather- no i just, please,â you choked out, shame turning into stickiness between your legs.
âplease?! please what? iâm exposing your sin!â his voice rose to a yell, dragging his hands down his face before gesturing toward you dismissively as you sat motionless on the floor. âno manners whatsoever,â he sighed out. your face dropped as he tapped the wood of his desk. âcome, sit. spread those legs.â he commanded.
without thought, you rise from the floor and take a seat where he had told you to, ankles dangling in the air as you shyly open your thighs. anything to make him happy again. he bends over, gently running two fingers over your clothed pussy, noticing a wet mark right in the middle. âoh wow, i knew you wanted this,â he chuckled, holding one leg open while the other rubbed circles into your panties. âso wet, so ready.â Â
hiding your face in your hands, you watched through your fingers as he focused on the growing puddle in the fabric of your underwear, attention solely between your legs. âthis is the y/n i knowâŚmhm.. always so good for me. i donât know what got into you, huh?â he hummed. you could feel his words on the inside of your thigh as he continued to study you, making you whimper. before you could question anything, he was sliding the boyshorts past your knees, whispering praises as you kicked them off.
âfuck,â he moaned out, breathlessly admiring you while running his hands up your stomach to your chest. he traced the wire of your bra to the back, unclasping it with a pop and discarding it on the floor. your tiny, uneven breaths filled the air, giving way to quiet moans under his touch. he glided his hands on the underside of your thighs, spreading you gently with his index and middle fingers.
âawh, my pretty pink girl. so pure.â he spoke almost to himself as he bent over, playing in your folds. deep down, you knew you shouldnât let him do this. but it felt so good. and he knew best, right?
his fingers ran the wetness up and down your pussy before working in his middle finger, forcing you to hear yourself, how bad you really did want this. you gasped, sitting up on your hands and looking down at the priest who was now pumping his whole finger into you. words tangled on your tongue, babbling and moaning with furrowed brows.
âohh my god,â you managed to squeak out. he softly shook his head, never slowing down his pace.
 âno, baby. just me nâ you.â
he pulled his finger out, making you clench at the emptiness. encircling your slit, he lined up a second finger, slowly stuffing it into your leaky pink hole. you cried out, digging your nails into the wood of the desk and writhing against him. twisting his fingers in you, he started to speak. âthis is the next step in becoming a real adult, y/n. as your priest, i have a responsibilityâŚ.â his free hand dug into your hip, holding you in place to stop your squirming, âa responsibility to make sure youâre educated on certain things. ready for the real world.â
his fingers continued their assault on your pussy, fucking you open as your feet stirred aimlessly in the air, helpless and overwhelmed. âfather f-fuckk i - â you stuttered, attention being brought back to reality by a rough slap, one so hard it caused your ear to ring. your fingers trembled against your burning cheek, lips parted and eyes wide with panic.
 âwatch your fucking language, how do you expect to find a husband with a mouth like that?â he huffed, removing his hands from you completely. how ironic. you sniffled and nodded, pushing yourself up, wanting to bridge the distance left by his absent touch. his thumb gripped your chin, guiding your eyes to his. âi think youâre ready though, donât you?â his fat tip was now rubbing up and down your petals, as you babbled i canâts and i dunnoâs.
he lay his length against your stomach, touching your belly button, perversely rubbing it against the smooth of your skin. you rolled your hips against the desk, staring up at him. âwill it fit?â you mewled, cupping your heavy tits in your hands and pressing them together. you were learning so well. he led himself to circle your clit, collecting your glaze and spreading it around. you threatened to cry out, the only thing stopping you being the sharp bite on your bottom lip.
âyes angel, iâll make it fitâŚjust a part of itâ he breathed out, softly pressing his lips to your forehead. âthis is what husbands and wives do..â trailing off, trying to distract you as he stuffed the tip in.
your gasps and whimpers of discomfort subsided to pornographic moans as he slowly worked himself in, bucking himself against you until there was nothing left to fit. cradling the back of your head in both hands, he forced you to watch yourself get filled up as he stretched you with slow, grinding movements. you brought your knees to your chest, spreading yourself more for him, little ah ah ahâs drifting from your tongue.
âthaatâs my girlll,â he hissed, knowing he was holding back. ânow..â he paused, making you squirm your hips in search of friction, hands still entrapping your skull, eyes piercing yours, âiâm gonna fuck you stupid, okay? and youâre gonna be grateful.â his soothing tone not matching the brutality of his words.
your head nodded mechanically with a vacant stare, mouth agape. maybe it was a good thing your priest was taking your virginity. he was a man of god, after all. his grip on your scalp tightened as he repeatedly slammed into you, hitting that deep, spongy spot that had never been touched before. he angled you to watch every stroke, pressing on the bulge in your lower tummy. âyou see that, dumb girl? does that feel good?â he grunted out, filling the room with sloppy noises each time he thrust into you.
ây-yess, soo good,â you squealed, leaving a creamy ring around his shaft.
another slap. but he refused to let up on your cunt, quickening his pace and violently snapping his hips against the back of your thighs. tears welled in the corner of your eyes as you got filled up.
âyes who?â he demanded, almost growling as he pressed his chest to your legs, folding you in half.
âyes fatherr, feels so so good, pleasepleaseplease,â you had no clue what you were even begging for at this point. his length was relentlessly sliding in and out, beating up your cervix.
âmhm, our little secret. our little fucking secret,â he whispered on repeat. like a mantra. a perverted one-on-one devotional. his hands, large and assuming, glided over your body before finding your throat, squeezing both sides. waves of pleasure washed over you, eyes rolling into the back of your head. âhnnmpphh- i canât, please- itâs too much,â your hands rake at the muscle of his chest, searching for any mercy.
âohh, sweet thing, youâve been taking it so well.â Â he soothed, finally slowing down for only a moment, âno fussing, just cum for me.â Â
he immediately resumed brutalizing you, thumb circling your swollen clit. both legs spasmed as you came undone, juices leaking down onto the polished wood. any rational thought had left your brain, as a matter of fact, so had any thought at all. your absent, glassy eyes crossed and rolled with each motion, eyebrows knitting together in a blissful frown. he moaned shakily, making sure you felt every inch.
âtell me what god said to noah after the flood.â he grunted out, lips ghosting over yours, hand still tight on your neck. you were barely coherent, essentially speaking in tongues. a harsh slap landed to your cheek, jolting you into reality from the haze of your orgasm.
âcâmon kid, genesis 9, stay with me,â he snapped.
âbe fruitfulâŚâ you yelped, straining through clenched teeth and a constricted airway, cupping your cheek, âincrease in number, fill the earth.â
âmhm, weâre gonna make him proud, okay?â he coaxed you to agree. he knows youâre too braindead to comprehend, just obediently nodding your little head to whatever he asks.
âgonna give you my cum till it takes,â he pants out, loosening to grip on your throat to lock his hands to your hips, guiding your body up and down his inches with relentless force. your head bobbing loosely as he slammed into you over and over and over again. âgod, fuck- gonna put a fuckinâ baby in you,â his hips stuttered, spilling his seed into you and pounding it deep into your cervix.
pulling himself out with a sigh, he watched with hooded lids as his cum dripped out of you in pearlescent globs. his hands smoothed the mess of hair on your head, sealing it with a tiny kiss before cleaning you up and retrieving your panties from the floor without words. his hands enveloped your waist, lifting you effortlessly to your feet beside the desk as your knees faltered. he bent down, holding open the legs of the undergarment for you to step in, gripping onto his shoulder for balance as you do so. next the dress. then the heels, sitting you in the black leather chair as he slides them onto each foot, clasping your ankle strap before placing a wet kiss to each knee. a small act of worship.
âmy little bride-to-be...â he whispers, now standing over you, caressing your smooth skin with his thumb, trying to drink in the hollow stillness in your head.
âsame time next sunday, alright?â
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how you get the girl (teaser)
summary: when you lose a bet against your brother and he forces you to go on a blind date, the last thing you expect is to find your ex-boyfriend at your doorstep, with a bouquet in his hand and a confession on his lips.
pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader genres: romance, angst, smut, exes to lovers!au, brotherâs best friend!au (ft. brother!joshua hong) teaser word count: 0.6k
âł warnings: profanity (full warnings tba)
âHi,â he says. âThanks for the shower.â
âNo problem.â You swallow the hitch in your voice, gripping the chopsticks in your hand tightly. âI hope the water was warm.â
âIt was.â Jeonghan hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering all across your kitchen before finally meeting your gaze. âDo you need any help?â
âOh, uh, no. Iâm just making ramen. Couldnât find anything else, sorry.âÂ
You hate the way your throat dries and your mouth clams up. You rest your hip on the counter, keeping your body angled sideways so you can keep one eye on the stove without appearing rude. All these weeks, and Jeonghan still manages to render you speechless. Itâs almost ridiculous.
He jerks, a movement bordering a shrug and a grimace. Itâs rare to see Jeonghan so awkward, rarer still to see him floundering for words. If thereâs one thing Jeonghan is, itâs a smooth talker. He can charm his way into anything, putting that honey-rich timbre and smooth baritone of his voice to good use.Â
âI hope you donât mind, but,â he finally says, âI put my jacket to dry by the washing machine. The rest of my stuff is in the hamper.â
âOh. Okay.â You nod. Of course he remembers the exact layout of your apartmentâhe had been there when you went house-hunting, after allâbut it still serves as a sharp reminder to what you used to have and everything you couldnât salvage. You give the ramen a small stir.
âWe didnât get much of a chance to talk.â Jeonghan sounds casual, but you know better than anyone itâs just feigned. âBecause of the rain, and all.â
â...Right.â You turn off the stove and carefully tip the ramen into two bowls.Â
âHow have you been?â
You force out a chuckle. âThatâs redundant, Jeonghan.â
âJust being polite.â He is still calm, and it irritates you.
âWhy did you want to meet me?â
Jeonghan lets his head drop, his long bangs falling onto his forehead. Heâs let his hair grow out; it almost brushes against his shoulders. He still has the same lean, lithe figure heâs always had, though. Itâs slightly disconcertingâfamiliar yet foreign at the same time.
He moves to lean on the counter opposite you, crossing his arms over his chest. âI canât meet up with an old friend?â
âWe both know your only friend is Joshua.â
âOuch.â The laugh he barks out is dry. âI have lots of new friends now.â
Your fingers curl into your palm, nails digging into your skin. A tense silence fills the space between you both. Mechanically, you hand him a bowl of ramen and a pair of chopsticks. He takes them wordlessly, nodding his thanks.Â
You pick up your own bowl and walk towards your small dining table. You donât gesture for Jeonghan to followâyou know he will, anyway, just like how he walked into your life with no warning. Your first bite of ramen nearly burns your tongue. You bite back a yelp.Â
âCareful, itâs hot,â Jeonghan warns, a hint of a smile on his lips. You glare at him and it vanishes immediately. âSorry. But Iâm seriousâhow have you been? We havenât spoken in a while.â
âI wonder why that is.â
âStill the same, I see,â he says, chewing around a mouthful. âIâve been good too, thanks for asking.â
âYouâre an asshole, Jeonghan.â Your grip on the chopsticks falters. They clatter onto the table, but neither of you pay any mind to it.Â
Jeonghan rubs some broth off the corner of his mouth, finally averting his gaze to his bowl of ramen instead of looking at you. You sigh, fighting the urge to crawl back into your room and pretend this isnât happening.
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Asking for a friend re: dark content Bucky, are we talking Bucky-Bucky, or like, are you also down with some Winter Soldier? Because WOW what a great look. Scared my ovaries so good.
Like, imagine the Soldier gets a bodyguard assignment to the daughter or wife of some SHIELD official. You're annoyed about having this mostly silent, kind of unsettling hottie shadow you constantly. So you get bratty, act out to try and crack that ice wall. "Kay fine, you need to keep an eye on me, I'll leave the door open to shower!" or "hey they said to pretend you're not even here, guess that means I can masturbate!" And you're not really sure what you expected to come of it, but it definitely wasn't getting railed because you managed to wake up half a century of repressed lust.
author's note: I mean all the dark content, Winter Soldier, Bucky-Bucky, dubcon, incest, all the good stuff. please ref my rules and guidelines <3
18+ Dark Content. Winter Soldier!Bucky. brat!reader. dirty talk. creampie. dubcon (mainly 'cause hydra). rough sex.
"ĐĐžĐ˛Đ°Ń ĐźĐ¸ŃŃĐ¸Ń ĐĄĐžĐťĐ´Đ°Ń." New mission, Soldat. The HYDRA handler handed the assassin the file, your seductive smirk in your profile photo making his stomach tighten. The sensation was new to him. But his response was the same it always was, a low husky rasp with no intonation.
"гОŃОв пОдŃиниŃŃŃŃ." Ready to comply.
~
You didn't like your new bodyguard.
No matter how hot he was, he never spoke two words to you. All you got was da or net. He followed you everywhere and carried your bags and never seemed to sleep. You knew your dad was important to some big guys, but to think it would mean you'd be stuck with this ghost of a man with no way to sneak off wasn't what you had in mind.
He was just a big, hunking, idiot. With a metal arm. (You may have had a thing for the metal arm.)
He wouldn't let you drink since you were technically only 20, and killed any party just by standing there- not dancing, not moving, just watching you with his icy blue eyes.
It made you want to crack that perfect control he had.
"So you're really not going to leave that spot while I shower." You looked up at him as he stood at the threshold of the large ensuite bathroom in the hotel you were staying at while your father was having a business meeting.
"Da." He didn't smile, didn't frown. His handsome face was just always deadpan.
"Then I guess its not a problem if I leave the door open right?" You grinned, impish and bold as you started stripping. You new you looked good. It was the utter shamelessness of it all that had the Soldat's eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Bending over to drag your panties down your legs, letting him see your bare pussy before unhooking your bra. You sighed with relief as your breasts bounced free.
"Be a good boy and do what daddy paid you for. Watch me." You grinned when you saw him take a step towards you, your pussy gushing as you imagined him grabbing you and fucking you senseless. But he seemed to remember himself and stepped back. Firmly planting both feet and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Coward~." You sang as you stepped into the shower leaving the door open, its glass side walls fogging up as you lathered up your body. Touching every inch of yourself as slowly as possible making damn sure he could follow your hands with his eyes. His pupils were blown wide but it was the only sign he as affected.
You'd have to try harder.
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"Ah!"
The Soldat was in your room in an instant the next morning even though you never heard the door unlock or open. He was ready for a threat, door locked so there was one less escape route for any intruders.
But all he found was you, on the bed with your legs spread- naked as the day you were born. A pathetic excuse for a plastic cock sliding in and out of your gummy walls as you fucked yourself over and over. One tiny hand was twisting your nipple and you were crying out loudly with every intention of making sure he could hear.
"Fuck!" You moaned as you met his eyes, pure mischief in your gaze. "Shouldn't be a problem, right Soldat? Just, nngh, watch me."
You never even saw him move, but suddenly he was on you. Snatching the dildo and dragging it out of your pussy before throwing it across the room.
"ĐŃОгО ĐąŃĐ´ĐľŃ Đ˝ĐľĐ´ĐžŃŃĐ°ŃĐžŃнО Đ´ĐťŃ ŃакОК ŃĐťŃŃ
и как ŃŃ." That won't be enough for a slut like you. He growled as he quickly undid his zipper, you barely had a glimpse of his girthy length before he was lining himself up. He didn't even bother to take off his tactical suit before fucking into your slick hole in one overwhelming thrust. It knocked the air out of your lungs.
"M-more!" You whined as you clawed at his back uselessly, your tiny pussy stretched almost painfully wide as you strangled his cock.
"ĐĐ°ŃкниŃŃ Đ¸ вОСŃПи ŃŃĐž." Shut up and take it. He was hissing in your ear with ever balls deep thrust, groaning as he felt pleasure for the first time in over 30 years. Your pussy was heaven he was sure. And he was never letting you go.
Every squelch and slap of his hips on your ass filled the room until it was a symphony of decauhery. You were being used, and somehow the knowledge made your blood burn with desire.
"Use me, fuck, cum in me please-" you begged as you felt your orgasm growing. The blunt head of his cock was dragging against the spot inside you that you'd barely been able to reach with the dildo. Your eyes were crossing every time his fat cock bottomed out inside you, and you knew you were going to cum harder than you ever had before.
"ĐŃĐžŃŃĐž ŃопНОо ПоŃŃĐž кОŃĐžŃОо Ń ĐźĐžĐłŃ Đ¸ŃпОНŃСОваŃŃ ĐżĐž ŃĐ˛ĐžĐľĐźŃ ŃŃПОŃŃониŃ." Just a warm place for me to use. He purred the words in your ear, and you cried out when you felt his skilled fingers making quick tight circles over your sensitive clit.
You bit down on his throat, the only skin you could reach to stop yourself from screaming as you gushed around his cock. (It was only later, much later when you were being interrogated about where the Asset had gone, that you realized the bastard had made you squirt.)
His grip on your hip became bruisingly tight but you didn't care, not when his thrusts were getting sloppy.
"Do it, cum in me, get me pregnant I don't care just-" His other hand, still slick with your juices slapped over your mouth as he growled at you.
"ĐŻ ŃĐ´ĐľĐťĐ°Ń ŃĐľĐąŃ ĐźĐ°ŃĐľŃŃŃ. ĐŻ ŃĐ´ĐľĐťĐ°Ń ŃĐľĐąŃ ŃвОоК." I'll make you a mother. I'll make you mine.
You shivered, not understanding anything but the possessiveness in his tone. Your hole clenching around him and he was done for.
His load was endless. He fucked you through it, stuffing his seed as deep inside as his cock could reach. In your lustful haze you realized you truly wouldn't mind having the child of a man like him. You knew he'd protect you both if it ever came to that.
You must have fallen asleep after that because when you came to the window was open, and there was a pillow under your hips.
He was gone.
(pt 2?)
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i didnât know
i didn't know - skinshape
final part of donât call my name
warnings: some fighting at the beginning, but itâs mostly just one big love and fuckfest, mommy issues, slight mention of disordered eating, carmy is a PERV!! unprotected sex throughout but what else did you expect, shower sex (water off for SAFETY), teasing, play fighting (like shoving), brat/brat tamer themes, f receiving oral, fingering, major voyeurism (while otp with richie because i have a crush on him), spanking (and mention of skin being red), slight dacryphilia, sexy pictures, face fucking (m receiving oral), he spits in her mouth, kind of rough handling (thank u dom carmy), but itâs sweet and sappy too, breeding kink oop, bittersweet ending, pls let me know if i missed any warnings my brain is fried from looking at this for so long.
wc: 21k - but tumblr has a 1k "block limit" so this chapter is broken into two posts
a/n: sorry that took me so long i took a grippy sock vacation lol. wow i am so excited for all of you to read this. and the only way i can apologize is with 21k words of the nastiest smut iâve ever written. LET THERE BE LIGHT!!! (part two of this chapter will be linked at the bottom! no more waiting i promise!!)
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knock knockÂ
he calls her name.Â
she rolls her eyes, brushing out the tangles in her hair. âi need to talk to you.â his voice comes sternly.
she cracks the door, continuing to detangle. the plan was to ignore him, yet she canât help but seethe at the fact that she had to deal with claire again.
âgo talk to your girlfriendâ her retort comes sharply.
âcan you not start this shit?â his face scrunches.
âiâm not starting anything,â she defends, âyouâre the one who keeps inviting that girl over here.âÂ
âshe forgot her scarf,â he states, âshe just came to pick it up. thatâs it.â
the girl scoffs.Â
âiâm sure she wanted a lot more than her scarf from you, carm.âÂ
âyou-,â he rubs his forehead, sighing, âi told her that weâre together, okay?â his eyebrow twitches from the argument.
âyou only told her that because she saw me in your shirt,â the girl argues stubbornly, âif i didnât walk behind you, you wouldnât have said anything.â she turns the shower on.
âyes i would have,â he contests, âand even if she didnât see you, iâve got these fuckinâ things all over my neck,â pointing to the dark purple hickeys that lay on his skin, âthanks for those, by the way. gotta go into work tomorrow like this.âÂ
she bites her lip to hide a smirk.Â
he catches it and raises his eyebrows in response.Â
âpayback.â
âwhat?â he stutters, shaking his head.Â
âthose are nothing compared to what you gave me.â Â
he scoffs and crosses his arms. tries to push away how roused he becomes when they bicker like this.Â
âi didnât hear any complaints while i was giving you them,â he counters.Â
she rolls her eyes.
âcan you get out? i need to shower.âÂ
âmânot done talking to you,â his eyes lock on her face.Â
she puts her hand on her hip and scoffs, staring at him for a moment, studying his features. cursing how her body tingled from the argument. deliberating.Â
âfine,â she concedes, threading her fingers under the hem of the borrowed shirt, lifting it up over her head to reveal her nudity. if he wonât leave, sheâll just shower anyways.Â
carmen fights a groan at the sight, instead forcefully exhaling through his nose.Â
she was right, the marks on his neck were nothing compared to the bruises littering her skin, trailing from her neck all the way down to her chest, ranging from red to purple to brown.
the girl turns to open the glass door of the shower, stepping in, watching as the man shamelessly admires her figure. she goes about her business as if heâs not there, submerging her head under the stream of water, carding her fingers through her hair to scrub her scalp.Â
heâs not done talking to her, yet he canât seem to remember what he even wanted to say, transfixed by her nude, wet body just feet away. she begins to hum a tune and lather up her hair with shampoo.Â
carmen approaches the glass.Â
âhey,â he tries with a knock, eyebrow twitching. something else twitching, too.Â
she glances at him, suds dripping down the side of her face, sliding down her breasts. she smirks knowingly at the sight of his flustered face, pushing her chest out slightly before drenching her face underneath the water again.Â
he knocks on the glass door again, jaw tightly clenched. she rubs the water out of her eye and turns to him, cracking the door of the shower open.Â
âhm?â she questions, gazing up at him.Â
âwe gonna finish talking?â he asks. he looks angry, but she knows better. the way his chest puffs out. the way his jaw clenches in that certain way. he looks hungry, and sheâs tempted to keep pushing.
âi canât. iâm in the shower,â she bites down on her lip to refrain from smirking.Â
âwhy-â a sigh, running his fingers through his hair, âwhy you being such a brat today, huh?â he strains, giving great effort to keep his gaze from trailing down.Â
âbecause i want you to myself,â she bites, âiâm tired of sharing with claire.â
âwill you knock that shit off? yânot sharing me with anyone.âÂ
âuh, i beg to differ,â her eyebrows scrunch, âyouâve been fucking around with her since i moved in.âÂ
âfucking around?â he scoffs, âshe was getting her scarf.â
âthere was the other time, too, carm,â she reminds him.Â
âthatâs because-â he lets out a sigh of exasperation, hand carding through his hair. âlisten. sheâs the last person i wanna be with. we justâŚweren't good together.â
âwhy not?â she pressesÂ
âthere just wasnâtâŚi dunno, sparks? it was like dating a friend.âÂ
âokay.â sheâs still mad, but she likes the words that come from his mouth. because if she has one thing with carmen, itâs definitely sparks.Â
âyeah?â he tries, leaning to see her face, âyou know iâm yours, right?âÂ
âyeah. whatever.â she doesnât want to concede, too fired up about claire coming back over. âyou shouldâve told me.â
âi knew itâd make you mad,â he defends.Â
ânot as mad as it makes me thinking that you invited her,â she scoffs, âfucking hate seeing that girl bat her eyelashes at you.â she lathers shampoo between her hands and begins to wash her hair.Â
âyeah?â he raises his eyebrows, âfeeling jealous?âÂ
âshut up.â she can sense the stupid smirk on his face.Â
carmyâs concentration breaks, and his gaze flits down to her sudsy chest. fuck. he clears his throat before speaking.Â
âdidnât know girls like you could get jealous.â
âgirls like m-what? what is that supposed to mean?â she cracks an eye open.Â
âmeans youâre too fuckinâ pretty to worry about that shit. so just lose the attitude.â
his answer catches her off guard. the pulsing between her legs catches her off guard too. so she just turns away from him, scrubbing her scalp with her soapy fingers and shutting her eyes tightly.Â
he chides her name and pushes the glass door open further.Â
she ignores him, soaking her hair under the stream of water, muffling his voice. her eyebrow twitches.Â
carmy steps partially in and turns off the water, getting his shirt wet in the process. the girlâs eyes shoot open and she whips around to face him.
âwhat the fuck, carmy?!âÂ
âi need you to fuckinâ hear me.â his comes louder than he anticipated. âi donât. want. claire.âÂ
she doesnât even care anymore. his lips look so inviting, she thinks. his white shirt clings to his chest in the spot that got wet.Â
she just looks at him for a moment. studies his frenetic expression. looks at his lips again.Â
âare you gonna keep fucking fighting with me or are you gonna take that wet shirt off?âÂ
it takes him a half second of firm deliberation before heâs yanking his shirt over his head and pushing his sweatpants off. she grins as he roughly grabs her face and slams his lips against hers.Â
he kisses her with a hungry frenzy, like he has something to prove. Â
and they apologize to each other with their bodies yet again, as carmen lifts her against the cold tile and fucks her, coaxing and kissing and thrusting an orgasm out of her.Â
he fucks her until it feels like all the hurting is gone. until she gets lovey and desperate for him. until he gets so worked up he groans promises about finding her in california and giving her a ring.Â
by the time they finish, the water is cold and the girl begins to shiver. so the two quickly finish washing up and carmy wraps her in a towel.Â
he retrieves one of his sweatshirts for her to wear, smoothing his hands over her arms to help warm her up.Â
without many words exchanged, they decide to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie together. she lays her head on his lap and he cards his fingers through her hair absentmindedly. exchanging tenderness to help mend the argument. forgetting feelings of jealousy and shortcoming and guilt.Â
they cozy up in carmenâs bed that night, taking a moment before falling asleep to just lay staring at each other. joking softly, touching each other sweetly.
he asks her about california, and watches with fascination as she lights up telling him about the beach she grew up next to. tells him about how when things would get bad at home she would sneak out her window and spend hours swimming in the salty water. letting the waves lap at her skin. letting the sun kiss her better. how it seems so dangerous looking back at it, but as kid nothing ever seemed that dangerous. it felt like nothing could hurt you.Â
carmy enthusiastically agrees with her. follows her memory with his own anecdote of when donna took him, mikey, and nat to lake michigan and little carmy got separated from everyone. how he would have otherwise panicked and ran around and made the situation worse, but it was such a beautiful evening. so he decided to just sit on a rock and watch the waves roll in.Â
a big smile grows on the girl's face as he recounts the moment when his mom found him. how she threw her arms around him and cried. how he was too young to understand why she was so scared when it was such a lovely evening.Â
she wraps her arms around his shoulders and their chests press flush together. she kisses his neck, and they stay quiet for a moment.Â
âi wish i didnât have to go back,â she whispers her admission.
âme too.â he keeps playing with her hair.
itâs quiet for a moment. thereâs a heaviness that fills the room.Â
âhow long you gonna have to end up staying?â carmy asks softly, leaning away from her to study her eyes. her face. trying to memorize every detail. he doesnât miss the way her expression falters at his question.Â
the girl doesnât answer, and her eyes become glossy.Â
âshit,â he breathes. her eyes dart to his. âyouâre not coming back, are you?âÂ
âmy whole family is there,â she whispers, âmy friends. thereâs nothing for me here.âÂ
âreally?â he scoffs, ânothing at all?âÂ
âdonât start, carm.â
âyâknow i fuckinâ love you,â he harshly whispers. she flinches slightly at the word. it feels so much heavier without the haze of lust.Â
âall we ever do is fuck and fight.âÂ
âthatâs not true,â he argues.Â
âit is.âÂ
the man lets out a sigh of frustration, studying her eyes. her face. her lips.Â
âit justâŚit feels right with you,â his tone softens.Â
she doesnât say anything for a moment, and fantasizes about leaving everything behind and building something in chicago, no matter how much she had grown to hate the weather. she fantasizes about the man in front of her. how she wants to build a life with him. how makes her feel like no other man ever has.
itâs hard to verbalize as her mind racks back and forth, so instead she just leans forward and kisses him softly, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
carmy reciprocates hesitantly, mind racing with the things he wants to tell her. how he doesnât care about the distance. how heâll call her every night. how heâll keep her room vacant incase she wants to come back. he softly groans into the kiss when she slips her tongue into his mouth, feeling her press her chest flush against his. it feels so good, but he knows itâs wrong to keep pushing the hard conversations away with more sex.Â
the girl finds his hand and softly guides it under the hem of her shirt. carmen lets her, fingertips finding the softness of her skin. but when she tries to pull his hand up to her breast, he stops the attempt, fingers firmly pressing against her ribs.Â
the girl whines against his lips, moving closer.Â
carmy indulges in the taste of her for only a moment more before pulling back and saying her name. she ignores him, chasing his lips, hand moving to grasp his strong bicep.Â
âhey,â he turns his head and her kisses land messily along his jaw, âcâmon.âÂ
she ignores him, knowing heâll want to keep talking about california, pressing herself closer, wanting to indulge in the feeling of him without thinking about the end.Â
he calls her name again, voice coming out strained. she can feel his erection pressing against her, and keeps peppering kisses along his jaw and face.Â
âjust make me feel good,â she begs against his skin, âplease.â
carmen feels himself throb against her, wanting nothing more than to give in. knowing it wonât fix anything. knowing itâll only complicate things more.Â
âthought you said all we do is fuck and fight?â his fingers grip into her, jaw tightening, feeling his resolve begin to crumble beneath her lips.Â
âmhm,â she breathes into his skin, âso fuck me again,â trailing her hand down his bare abdomen.
he grips her wrist before she can move any further down. her eyes come up to meet his, taking in the stern look on his face.Â
âi know you wanna,â she breathes, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips, âcan feel you throbbing against me.âÂ
carmen harshly exhales, trying to keep his mind focused. sheâs completely right, he thinks, heâs stiff as wood. but he has to stay strong, prove to himself he has control around her. Â
âstop fucking around. i wanna talk to you.â his voice comes more sharply than he means.Â
the girl stiffens at his tone, pulling away to sit up and retreat. he doesnât release her wrist.Â
âlet me go,â she tells him.Â
âno. weâre gonna fuckinâ finish this,â his eyebrows furrow, âi didnât even know you werenât coming back until now.â
âi donât wanna talk about it anymore.â her throat feels tight.Â
âno? just want me to make you feel better? that all this is to you?â he canât help the harshness of his tone.Â
âcarm, i-â
âyâknow iâve never fuckinâ felt this way about anyone? never said âi love youâ to anyone but you?â his nose scrunches, eyes appearing glossy.Â
âweâve only known each other for a few weeks.â her tone comes hushed as her chest painfully tightens.Â
âyeah, well, i know you enough to know that this is real. that i donât even-â a sigh, â i donât want anybody else but you.âÂ
âeverything youâre saying is just gonna make it harder when i leave.â her voice breaks.Â
his furrowed brows soften at the sound, releasing her wrist. she says seated on the bed, trying to take deep breaths and stave off the hot tears that threaten to form.Â
âfuck, i-â he pauses, harshly rubs his hand over his face, taking a moment before meeting her eyes again and saying her name. âi like you. a lot.âÂ
âi know. i like you too, carm.â she rubs the tears away harshly.
âso why canât we justâŚenjoy it? while youâre still here? go all out on this?âÂ
she stares at him blankly for a second as a cue to elaborate.Â
the man exhales and shakes his head, trying to piece together what to say. he canât seem to find the words. she thankfully cuts in.Â
âgo all out on this?â she asks.
he nods.Â
âlike, you wanna be my fuckinââŚ. boyfriend?âÂ
carmen canât help the small smile that flashes across his face at the title. he tries to turn his head to hide it but she catches it, playfully shoving his arm. his smile turns to a chuckle.Â
âshut up,â she grins, wiping the last stray tear away, âyou so wanna be my boyfriend.â
he bring his arms to rest behind his head, staring up at the girl with a lazy smile. he studies her smile. her pretty face. they way in which sheâs leaned in closer.Â
âfuck yeah, i do. you kidding me?âÂ
her eyebrows raise at how assertively he says it. her head falls back, and she begins to laugh. partially out of joy and partially out of disbelief. the sound is hearty and sweet, and carmy finds himself wishing heâd make her laugh more.Â
the girl leans over him, smile still gracing her face, and she plants a tender kiss against his lips.Â
carmen gazes dreamily at her as she sits back up and tucks her hair behind her ears. her face is flushed, and sheâs wearing an expression he canât quite read. they keep staring at each other silently.Â
âthis is gonna be a bad idea, huh?â she asks after a moment.Â
âwhy?âÂ
âwhy wouldnât it be?â her eyes take in his handsome face. she thinks about how hard itâs gonna be to leave.Â
âwellâŚi like you,â he clears his throat, âa lot. actually iâm kind of fuckinâ crazy about you.âÂ
her gaze softens at this. he continues.Â
âand iâm very attracted to you. and we, uh⌠we have great sexâŚâ
âyeah, we do,â she concedes, âthese are all good points.â
âso then, youâre my girlfriend.âÂ
âcarmyâŚâ she sighs, pausing. thinking of what to say. âi donât like it here. iâve felt homesick for the past year. iâm really not coming back.â her voice is quiet.
âyeah.â he nods, clearing his throat, âi know youâre not.â he knows, but itâs still hard to be reminded of.Â
âso, youâre gonna be okay with that?âÂ
âi meanâŚiâm not okay with it, but iâll deal with it if it means we get to spend these next few weeks together.â
she thinks for a moment, studying his genuine expression.
âokayâŚbut if we do this, we have to promise each other that weâre not gonna get too attached. i really donât want this to be messy. i like you too much.â
âit wonât be,â he assures, although it feels more like a prayer than a fact.Â
âokay,â she whispers, âthen youâre my boyfriend i guess.â
his eyes light up a bit at this, and a boyish grin breaks his face. Â
ânice.âÂ
âyouâre stupid.â she laughs at his response, lightly shoving his chest again.Â
he reaches up and shoves her shoulder back playfully.Â
âyou are.âÂ
she scoffs and goes to shove him again, harder this time. he catches her wrist and pulls her forward so she canât. the girl lets out a yelp of surprise, splaying out over him, face inches from his.Â
the simple display of dominance makes her feel dizzy, placing her free hand on his firm chest to center herself.Â
âwhy you like fighting so much, hm?â he asks, his breath ghosting over her lips, âyouâre always testing.âÂ
she tries to pull her wrist away, but his grip is firm.Â
âcause youâreâŚsexy when youâre mad,â she admits, eyes drooping to his lips.Â
âiâm sexy when iâm mad?â he has a slight mocking tone.Â
âmhm.â she canât keep her eyes off his lips. âif i worked at your restaurant, iâd probably mess shit up on purpose just so youâd yell at me.â
âjesus,â he lets out a laugh, rubbing his free hand over his face, âwhat, you like when i get a little rough you?â
ân-no,â she blurts out. the way she averts her eyes immediately reveals her lie.
âyeah, i think you do,â he grins.Â
she goes to defend herself again, but shuts her mouth when she canât think of anything to say. it is kind of true, anyways.
âshut up,â she pushes his face away from her gently, âor else iâll break up with you.â
this makes him fully laugh. itâs a really nice sound. she watches the way his face crinkles with the big smile. when his laugh fades, he reaches for her chin and pulls her into a gentle kiss. she sighs into the feeling, settling her body closer to his.Â
âmâtired,â she mutters into his lips, âyou exhaust me.â
carmy rolls his eyes at this. âcâmere.â he says, pulling the sheets back for her.Â
the girl slips in next to him and presses her back against his chest, resting her head on his bicep.Â
carmy reaches behind him to turn off the lamp, then wraps his arm securely around her. he plants a kiss on her neck and nuzzles his nose into her hair.Â
boyfriend.Â
he could get used to the title.Â
-
carmen gets home late from work on a cold night, late into november, crashing down onto the couch and basking in the silence of the apartment.Â
it was a long day in the kitchen, followed by meeting with a contracting crew to update some structural components after hours.Â
he had finally taken off after being there for almost 12 hours straight, begrudgingly leaving the renovations to be overseen by richie after having snapped at the crew for the third time.Â
he hears soft footsteps padding down the hall, and opens his eyes to see his girlfriend. his sweet, perfect, sexy fucking girlfriend. and itâs like a breath of fresh air, especially after not having seen her the past few days. and sheâs wearing a tiny pair of shorts with a crop top that barely covers the curve of her breasts.Â
itâs like a reward, he thinks to himself, for all the bullshit he put up with today at the restaurant.Â
âwelcome home,â she greets, walking past the couch and into the kitchen.Â
âhey,â he returns, eyes following her, gaze raking down her backside as she gets herself a glass of water.Â
âhow was work?â sheâs oblivious to the way heâs hungrily looking at her, oblivious to how pent up he feels.Â
âlong,â he responds, eyes trailing up the length of her legs.Â
she lets out a hum of acknowledgement, turning to face him and taking a long sip of water. she catches him watching her intently, his arm stretched out over the back of the couch and neck craned.Â
âenjoying the view?â comes her tease.
âyâlook good,â he defends.Â
âyeah?âÂ
âmhm.âÂ
the girl sets her glass down and begins to saunter to the couch. carmenâs eyes follow her closely.Â
âhow good?â she stops in front of him.Â
âgood enough to eat.â a small smile twitches the edge of his lip.Â
âyeah? wanna taste?â her hands come to her hips, and she pushes her chest out slightly.Â
fuck. he shamelessly looks her up and down. this was getting to be dangerous territory.Â
âdo you wanna go to out to dinner this week?â he changes course, watching her brain stutter for a second.Â
âwh-dinner?âÂ
he nods, resting his head against his hand. she pauses for a moment, studying his face.Â
âwhere?âÂ
âwherever you want.â
âlikeâŚa date?âÂ
âmhm,â a smirk tugs at the edge of his lips, âcause youâre, uhâŚmy girlfriend now.âÂ
a grin breaks her face. she thinks for a moment.Â
âcan we go to your restaurant?âÂ
âuhâŚyeah, i guess we can.â
âyou guess?â she asks.Â
âyeah, we can go. but youâre probably gonna get a lot of, uhâŚattention.â he admits hesitantly.Â
âfrom who? your staff?âÂ
he nods. they would probably lose their shit seeing him bring in a girl to eat dinner with. not to mention a girl that looks like her.Â
âokay,â she nods, âiâll dress cute. you can help me pick.â
âyeah?â he likes the sound of that.Â
âmhm. whatever you want.âÂ
carmen rubs his hand over his face then locks his eyes on her again. this girl is going to be the death of him.Â
âcâmere,â he beckons.
the girl gently steps forward, standing in between his spread legs. his hand comes to the back of her thigh as he sits forward, gazing up at her with those big blue eyes. he looks so handsome, and she canât help but place her hands on his face and lean in to kiss him.Â
itâs gentle and sweet, and it only makes him want more, tightening his grip on her leg as she pulls away.Â
âyou taste minty,â she says softly, still leaning over him, stroking her thumb across his face.Â
âyou sure?â heâs fixated on her lips, âmight wanna check again.â he definitely is minty from the nicorette gum heâd been chewing. but itâs worth a shot.
this makes her smile. and she does check again. decides itâs spearmint she tastes.Â
before she can pull back, carmy pulls her forward to straddle him. she makes a sound of surprise, but leans into it, wrapping her arms around his neck and continuing to kiss him.
âmissed you today,â he slips in between kisses.
âliar,â she smiles against his lips.Â
his hands come to her hips, pulling her against him.Â
ânah, itâs true,â another kiss, âcouldnât stop fuckinâ thinking about you.âÂ
âprove it.â she grinds against his bulge, making him tighten his grip.Â
âlay down,â he growls, pulling away. thereâs a dark gleam in his eyes.Â
âor else what?â she challengesÂ
he grabs both sides of her thighs and stands up with her still straddling his waist, turning and dropping her back onto the couch.Â
okay, heâs not in the mood for arguing anymore. good to know.Â
carmen cages her with his arms and kisses her deeply before trailing his lips down her jaw, neck, collarbones, only being stopped by the neckline of her shirt. he glances up at her, and she eagerly takes it off. he smiles at the silent act of obedience and continues kissing down her body, barely giving any attention to her breasts before his lips come to her stomach. the girl huffs at this, and he pretends to not notice.Â
âwhat are you doing?â she strains, watching as his lips come to rest just above the waistband of her shorts.Â
âmâgetting my taste,â he replies casuallyÂ
âcarmy,â she chides, face becoming red and hot.Â
âwhat?â his fingers hook her waistband, âyou embarrassed or something?â another kiss on her hipbone.Â
she is, inexplicably. and vulnerable and exposed and horny all at the same time. she hides her face in her arms instead of responding, feeling him slide the shorts down her legs, left clad only in a thin pair of panties.Â
carmy hooks his arms around her legs and pulls her closer to his mouth, pressing slow, firm kisses to her covered mound.
the girl lets out a labored breath at the heat of his lips against her clit as he begins to place wet, open mouthed kisses on her covered pussy. her cotton underwear becomes damp with his tongue, and she arches into the feeling with a sharp breath in.Â
carmy nuzzles the fabric and deeply inhales, letting out a low groan.
âah- donât do that!â the girl tries to clamp her legs shut out of embarrassment, but he holds them firmly in place and presses his face closer to her core, continuing to kiss and suck her through the fabric.Â
âyou smell good,â carmy defends. âand these are cute,â he snaps the band of her panties.Â
she can hardly even process the statement before he starts sliding them down her thighs, bunching up the fabric and putting it in his pocket.Â
âhey, you canât have those,â she strains.Â
thereâs a delay in carmenâs responseâtoo busy studying her soft pussy up close, lips gleaming with wetness, bundle of nerves twitching under his gaze.Â
âiâll, uhâŚmake it up to you,â his eyes stay fixed on the glorious sight upon him.Â
he leans in, flattens his tongue against her clit, and begins to gently lick.Â
the girl gasps, and her hands fly down to grab his hair as she releases a whine of pleasure.Â
the tantalizing licks to her clit are gentle. almost not enough. she tugs on his hair and tries to scoot forward, so he eases his tongue back.Â
when his eyes flicker to her face. her skin is flushed, lip clamped between her teeth, and sheâs looking at him hungrily.Â
âyâso pretty,â he presses a kiss to her clit, âtaste so fuckinâ good.âÂ
her head falls back and she breathes out sharply. itâs too much to keep making eye contact with him. the slow, teasing licks are the only thing she can concentrate on.Â
âyou gonna say thank you?â itâs more of a demand than a question, as he glides his finger over her entrance, collecting her syrupy wetness.Â
ân-no,â she struggles, face hot and red.Â
thank you, really? how embarrassing.Â
his tongue flicks over her clit repeatedly, his finger dips inside of her opening ever so slightly.Â
âno?â his lips close around her clit and he sucks, cherishing the sound of the first moan she allows to slip out.Â
âmmm,â she whines in response, beginning to pant at the feeling of his mouth.Â
âcâmon, be a good girl for me?â unlikely, but he asks anyways
âi am,â she argues, pulling his head towards her needy heat. he scoffs at this and continues to swirl his tongue around her clit.
âthen say thank you.â
âcarm, iâm not saying-ah thank you!â she cuts herself off with a moan as he sinks his finger inside of her. âyâwelcomeâ he replies lowly, a smirk fighting to break his face.Â
âshut up. i didnât-mmh! âŚmean it like that.â
she sits up onto her forearms, watching him curl his digit upwards inside of her, trying to keep it together.Â
âyouâre so fuckinâ cute.â he growls, then dives forward to taste her again. his fingers curl rhythmically, tongue lightly swirling her sensitive clit, giving her barely enough stimulation to get by.Â
âmore,â she whines, bucking her hips up slightly. he gives her a disapproving glance, so she adds a âpleaseâ.Â
âyeah?â he kisses her clit.Â
she frantically nods her head, trying to scoot closer to the man, trying to buck her hips against his hand.Â
carmen speeds up the pace of his fingers, sucking her clit into his mouth, free hand gripping onto her thigh.Â
âyeah,â she moans, âfuck, youâre so good at that.â
he preens at the praise and swirls her clit with his tongue, beginning to lap at her pussy. when he adds a second finger she cries out his name.
the view above him in combination with how sweet she sounds leaves his cock pulsing beneath his denim. he reaches down with his free hand, undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. he just needs a little something to keep him from fucking her into the couch.Â
as he goes to wrap his fingers around his cock, heâs interrupted by the harsh buzz of his phone on the table.
the girl startles at this, and both of their eyes dart to the contact tag.Â
fucking richie.Â
he doesnât stop the movement of his fingers, and leans back in to taste her again, ignoring the loud vibrations. he begins to softly stroke himself, groaning into her pussy.Â
âdo you need to-ah⌠to get that?
âno,â he replies sharply, âyâtaste too fuckinâ good to stop.â
the girl whimpers at the sound of his voice. at how low and raspy and hungry it sounds.Â
âlet me taste,â her plead comes breathily.Â
carmen nearly groans at her request, more than willing to happily oblige. he licks a long stripe up her pussy, collecting her slick on his tongue, then leans over for a kiss. the girl eagerly (and messily) accepts his lips, swirling her tongue around his own, tasting her juices. she tasted herself before off his fingers, but itâs so much better off his tongue. she moans appreciatively and holds the sides of his face, pulling him in for deeper, sloppier, wetter kisses. the vibration of the phone stops, and his fingers continue their pace, curling into her heat, beginning to produce a squelching sound from the slick of her arousal.Â
âyes!â she cries into his lips, eyes nearly rolling back into her head.Â
âso perfect, yâknow that?â he punctuates his words with the thrust of his fingers, gently biting at the girlâs bottom lip.Â
sheâs only able to muster a moan in response, trailing her hand down her stomach to circle her neglected clit, babbling out a string of âyes yes yes yes.â
the phone vibrates harshly atop the edge of the table again, falling to the floor with a loud thud.Â
âfuck!â carmen exclaims, ripping his hand out of his pants. he stops curling his fingers inside of her and leans down to angrily grab his phone. the girl lets out a cry of protest.Â
âcarmy mâso close, please,â she begs pathetically. grabbing at his arm.Â
âbe quiet,â he hushes her, scooting back down to his previous position between her legs, âcan yâdo that for me?âÂ
she nods eagerly, biting down on her lip.Â
carmen answers the call with a harsh âwhat?â and rolls his eyes at the voice that blares through the other line.Â
his fingers remain engulfed in her heat, and he begins to slowly curl them again. the girl lets out a sharp breath and he shoots her a warning look, mouthing a stern âquiet.â
he puts the call on speakerphone, then places it on her stomach, leaning down to softly lick her clit. the girls eyes widen in surprise. a loud voice begins to come through the phone.Â
â-that he was going to do it anyways, but i said âno way, carmy would have a fuckinâ bitch fit if we didnât ask!â so donât answer the phone all fuckinâ mad, itâs not my fault,â the voice at the other line loudly rambles. carmy lifts his mouth from her pussy to respond
âjesus, richie, just look at the fucking floor plan.âÂ
âyou donât think we tried that? the vents arenât lining up with the floor pla- what is that sound?âÂ
carmy curls his fingers a bit faster, pressing his tongue flat against her clit instead of answering. the girl gasps, convinced her lip is going to start bleeding from how hard sheâs biting down on it.Â
his eyes flicker up to her, and she mouths a âwhat the fuck?âÂ
like an asshole, he just grins in response.Â
âhello?? earth to asshole,â richieâs voice cuts in loudly, âwhat the fuck are you doing over there?âÂ
carmen pulls away from her pussy with wet lips. he looks pretty, she thinks, like he has lipgloss on or something.Â
âmâeating dessert,â he responds truthfully. the girlâs faces grows incredibly hot.Â
âyou wh- dessert? what is it, is it good?â
âfuck, richie, you-â he sighs, âforget about the vents,â he begins to rub gentle circles around her clit, âjust have them do the pipes and go home. and stop fucking calling me.âÂ
âyou think i wanted to call you, you fuckinâ baby? itâs gonna be an extra $200 for them to come back tomorrow andâŚâ he continues to ramble on. meanwhile the girl holds onto carmyâs shoulder, digging her nails in, trying to anchor herself. the feeling of his fingers plunging into her is incredible, and thereâs an unexpected rush at the risk of being listened to. of being caught.
carmen laps at her pussy, then closes his lips around her clit and sucks gently. he keeps doing this rhythmically, curling his fingers up into her core, continually switching between gentle licks and slurping and sucking. itâs a particularly deep thrust of his fingers that make her release her lip from her teeth and cry out loudly.
âah-!âÂ
carmyâs eyes dart upwards at the moan, watching as she claps a hand over her mouth in shock.Â
âwhat the fuck was that?â richieâs voice sounds after a pause.Â
carmen, without a care that they could be caught, continues eating the girl out, giving her a look that says âyou are so getting it.â
âhello?? are you watching porn or something, you fuckinâ weirdo?â
he rolls his eyes at the accustation, why would he be watching porn while on the phone?Â
âno, iâm not watching fucking porn, richie. finish the vents tomorrow, iâm not arguing about this anymore. goodnight.â he grows increasingly impatient, and it reflects in the quickened pace of his fingers.Â
âwait, wait, one more thing-â
âfuck, what?!â carmen snaps.Â
the girl lets out a sound of exasperation, coming up on a perpetual orgasm then being denied every time he removes his mouth. the pressure is growing to be unbearable, and she softly whines a âcarmyy.â
âi know, baby, i got you,â he whispers back, barely loud enough for her to hear. he brings his mouth to suck on her clit again while richie continues yapping about the fucking vents. fuck the vents.Â
carmy just watches the girlâs face, tuning out the voice from the phone. he studies how flushed she isâfrom her cheeks all the way down to her chest. how she seems like sheâs barely holding on. how her legs begin to tremble. how she tries desperately to keep from making noise, pressing her lips together firmly, eyes screwed shut, breathing ragged.Â
the wet, squelching sound from her pussy begins to sound again, juices flooding down his fingers, soaking his hand. it feels unbelievable and she begins to lose patience.Â
âcarm, hang up,â she cries, much louder than she means to. richieâs voice stops in its tracks.Â
âare you f-what the hell are you doing?â he asks, âwho is that?â Â
ânone of your fuckinâ buisness,â carmy snaps, âthe central vent is the one thatâs the most fucked up, so get it sealed and go the fuck home. and donât fucking call me again.âÂ
âyeah, yeah, whatever. you have fun over there, assh-â carmy hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the floor.Â
âwhat the fuck, carm?â she asks exasperatedly, face fully flushed.Â
âyouâre not very good at staying quiet.âÂ
âyou were- ah!â she loses her sentence as he dips back down to swirl her clit with his tongue.Â
âi was what?â he mutters into her wetness, slipping his free hand back into his pants.Â
âyou were doing that!â she cries, tangling her fingers in his curls.
âit feel good?â he laps at her cunt, rhythmically curling his fingers.Â
âyeah,â she cries, âplease donât stop again. please.âÂ
a small smirk breaks on his face at how nicely sheâs able to ask, even after being tormented with interruptions moments ago. he rewards her by continuing his steady pace, keeping everything constant, coaxing an orgasm out of her.Â
he squeezes the head of his cock, stroking the length of it faster now. she tastes so good, and the sounds sheâs making are so pretty, itâs easy to lose himself in the pleasure.Â
she bucks her hips against his face, getting his nose wet. her grip on his hair tightens. her body feels hotter, hotter, hotter and-
âcarm-!â she gasps, âfuck, baby, thatâs so good. mâgonna cum. please keep doing that pleasepleasepleasebabyyesyesyes,â she babbles, grinding her hips against his face, practically riding his fingers which curl so deliciously inside of her. the man has to force himself to not stop and make a snarky comment about how cute she sounds when sheâs all fucked out like this .Â
with a final few curls of his fingers and another swirl of his tongue, sheâs coming completely undone. her head falls back and she rides out the orgasm shakily.Â
he bucks his hips into his hand with fervor, groaning into her pussy as he feels himself approaching an embarrassingly easy climax.Â
she clenches around his fingers, and he wriggles them as deeply as he can, swirling her clit with his tongue.Â
the girl lets out a cry, feeling herself be pushed far past her peak, hand flying down to grab his wrist.Â
âah-carm, sâtoo much.âÂ
âyou can take it, yeah?â he growls, rutting into his hand. heâs so close. just needs to taste her for a little longer. thereâs a hot pulse surging throughout his body.Â
the girlâs breathing becomes loud, a rapid inhale exhale inhale exhale.Â
at the labored sound, he takes some mercy on her and stops moving his fingers, focusing solely on lapping at her throbbing clit. his cock twitches in his hand, and with a few final frenzied pumps, he cums into his palm.
âfuck,â he groans, resting his head on her pelvis for a moment. the two of them bask in the post-orgasm high, catching their breaths. carmenâs jaw aches a bit. he plants one last kiss on her oversensitive clit, then pulls away, easing his fingers out slowly.
âkiss me,â she pleads breathily, feeling slightly dizzy from the orgasm.Â
âyeah? wanna taste yourself again?â his voice is low, kind of raspy.Â
she nods eagerly.
he leans over and, to her surprise, shoves his fingers in her mouth, swirling them around her tongue, making sure she gets every drop she left behind. the girl enthusiastically cleans his fingers, taking them deeply into her mouth.Â
the moment he eases them out, he dives into her lips hungrily, shoving his tongue in her mouth, tasting the heavenly mix of her saliva and arousal.Â
she grabs his face and licks her cum from the side of his lips, from his chin, gathering it before kissing him frantically again.Â
âmm, thank you,â she mutters against his lips sweetly.Â
âyâwelcome.â he loves how she thanks him.Â
the taste is intoxicating, and heâs tempted to lick her pussy again just so the both of them can continue to indulge. but thereâs a sticky mess on his hand and the inside of his boxers, so he pulls away from her lips, and grabs a tissue from the box on the coffee table.Â
the girlâs eyes widen in surprise as he eases his cum-covered hand out of his boxers.
âis that- did you..?â
he wipes the white substance off his hand, small small teasing the edge of his lips.Â
âuhâŚyeah. that was, um⌠that was really hot,â he admits. Â
âyeah, except the part where you put me on the phone with your employee.â
ânahâŚâ he shakes his head, a smirk on his face, âi think you liked that.â
âwha-no i did not,â her eyes widen, âit was so embarrassing.â it was embarrassing, but it really turned her onânot that he needs to know that. Â
âembarrassing?â
âyes, embarrassing! get that dumb grin off your face, it was!âÂ
this only makes him smile harder, beginning to laugh.Â
âyeah? that why you soaked my fuckinâ fingers?âÂ
she sits up and reaches for her tank top, a bashful expression on her face.Â
âno. thatâs just because it felt good.âÂ
âyou were squeezing me like crazy trying to stay quiet,â he continues to try and provoke her, liking how feisty she becomes.Â
âgive me my panties back.â the girl rolls her eyes and ignores his statement.Â
âwhat panties?â he asks cluelessly.Â
âcarmy.â
âyeah, baby?âÂ
she scoffs and mutters a âwhateverâ before standing up and slipping on her shorts. pantiless. thereâs a creeping blush on her face as she wonders what he even wants them for.Â
âso, tomorrow?â he asks before she can walk away, âfor our date?âÂ
she pauses, then nods.Â
âbut weâre not going to your restaurant.âÂ
âwhy not?â thereâs a small smirk on his face.Â
she gives him a look that says, because you just ate me out on the phone with the guy that would probably be serving us, dumbass, but stays quiet, beginning to walk to the stairsÂ
carmen lets out a chuckle, and stands to follow her after cleaning his hand off. he hooks the waistband of her shorts and pulls her back. hands coming to her hips to steady her, his chest flush against her back.Â
âcâmon, donât be like that,â he leans down to kiss her neck. she can feel his smirk against her skin, âyou hungry? yâeat yet?âÂ
she shakes her head no, closing her eyes at the sensation of his kisses.Â
âno you didnât eat or no youâre not hungry?â he asks, nipping the skin below her earlobe.Â
âboth,â she exhales, leaning back against him, her hands coming overtop his. she suddenly notices how big they are splayed out over her hips.
âyou havenât eaten dinner yet?â he stops kissing her.Â
âmânot hungry,â she breathes, âkeep kissing me there.â
he removes his hands from her hips and steps back. she lets out a noise of disappointment and turns to face him with a pout. he doesnât see this, though, already walking to the kitchen and turning on the light to make her something.Â
âcarmy,â she calls, following him, âitâs late. letâs just go to bed.â
he ignores her, opening their cabinets to retrieve a box of spaghetti.Â
âhey,â she grabs his arm, leaning to meet his eyes, âcome on. i wanna cuddle.âÂ
âwe will. but iâm gonna make you dinner first.â his voice is firm. he pulls his arm away from her and reaches down to grab a pot.Â
heâs so demanding. but the gesture makes her feel incredibly affectionate towards the man, so itâs hard to be mad at.
as he fills the pot with water, the girl snakes her arms around his waist and hugs him from behind, pressing herself flush against his back.Â
âthank you,â she mumbles into his shirt, taking a deep breath of their shared laundry detergent. her hand sneaks under his shirt and she drags her fingers into the deep cut of his v line.Â
carmen reaches his hand behind him, caressing her hip without saying anything in response.Â
she pulls away after a moment and he puts the pot of water on to boil.Â
âyou eating enough?âÂ
his question catches her off guard.Â
âi- what?âÂ
âyou heard me.â he crosses his arms.
she stares at him for a moment, studying his tightly set jaw. the way it twitches a bit.
âyeah, i am.â Â
âyeah?â he looks like he doesnât believe her.Â
and maybe she had been a bit forgetful lately, missing breakfast, oftentimes coming home too tired to make dinner and opting for a snack instead. she didn't think he had been so observant, though.Â
âyes.â her tone is quiet.Â
he just stares at the girl silently, striking blue eyes boring a hole into her. she crumbles under his gaze.Â
âiâve just beenâŚstressed. i donât know. havenât had much of an appetite.â
âwhat are you stressed about?âÂ
âgoing back home i guess,â she admits quietly, shuffling on her feet.Â
he doesnât respond, giving her the opportunity to elaborate without pressure.Â
âi just- itâs gonna be hard. yâknow when i told you my mom and i have a complicated relationship?âÂ
he nods, and she continues.Â
âyeah, that was likeâŚunderstatement of the year.âÂ
he nods, a knowing look on his face.Â
âyeah, no. i, uhâŚi know exactly what you mean.â he really does.Â
âand um, sheâs sick. like, not entirely there,â she points to her head, âso she gets really mean. but then she can also be the nicest, most motherly person. its justâŚreally unpredictable.âÂ
it was almost uncanny, the way in which he pictures donna as she gives her description.Â
âi, uhâŚyeah. i get it,â he clears his throat, âiâve dealt with someone like that my whole life.â he intently locks eyes with her, wishing he could say more to alleviate her dread.Â
âhow did-how do you deal with it?â she asks quietly, after a moment.Â
âi, uhâŚi donât really?â he rubs his neck, letting out a sardonic chuckle, âi havenât talked to her inâŚmonths probably.â
âreally?âÂ
âyeah, iâve, umâŚbeen kind of an asshole, actually. my sister is really the only one that deals with her.âÂ
âyouâre not an asshole,â she locks eyes with him, âwell, sometimes you are. but not cause of that. thatâs more like aâŚi dunno, a defense response.â
he laughs at her bluntness.Â
âso i am an asshole, just not for that?âÂ
âcorrect.â
âhow am i an asshole?âÂ
âyouâve been trying to make me jealous since i got here.âÂ
ânot trying. it actually worked very well.â he has a stupid smile on his face when he says that.Â
âshut up!â she laughs, shoving her hands against his chest as hard as she can. he barely moves from it, grabbing both her wrists firmly with an amused look on his face. she struggles against his grip, trying to shake the feeling of arousal that comes with how easily heâs able to overpower her.Â
âwhyâre you so fiesty, huh?â he grins, pulling her closer.Â
âcause youâre a fucker, thatâs why.â she tries again to pull her arms back, but to no avail. her face feels hot, and she becomes hyper aware of the fabric touching her skin, the hair on her neck, the tingle of the rough grip on her wrists. his face is much closer now, and she fights the urge to lean forward and indulge.
âyeah?âÂ
âmhm,â her response overlaps his.Â
âwhat are you gonna do about it?â he mocks, âhuh?â
her eyes flicker down his face. he has a stupid fucking smirk plastered on his lips. fuck, she wants to kiss him.Â
an idea pops into her head.Â
the girl leans forward, gently ghosting her lips over his own. her tongue darts out and she licks his bottom lip, then sucks it into her mouth and bites softly. then she gives him a soft and gentle barely there kiss.Â
she feels his grasp on her wrist loosen, so she splays her hand over his chest.Â
her lips hover over his for just a moment more, and then she shoves him.Â
carmy stumbles back slightly, less prepared that time, hands coming behind him to steady himself on the counter. when he meets her eyes again he has a dark glint in his eyes. almost like anger, but hungrier.
the next thing she knows, he yanks her into his chest, grabs her hip and roughly bends her over the countertop.Â
she just thinks to herself, finally.Â
carmen tugs her hips back until her forearms fall to the counter and she arches her spine. until sheâs flush with his pelvis and heâs pressing his achingly hard cock against her ass.Â
âsuch a bratty fuckinâ girl,â his tone is rough, strained. âyou know that? fuckinâ had it with you.âÂ
âiâm n-â she cuts herself off with a gasp as he harshly tugs the waistband of her shorts up, wedging the fabric between her cheeks and giving himself a nice view of the supple skin.
âyouâre what?â he smooths his hand over her ass, watching her arch into his touch. watching as she opens her mouth to say something, then close, staying silent and shuffling her hips against his groin.Â
carmen lets out a groanâhalf frustration, half arousal, smoothing his hands over her hamstrings and firmly squeezing the soft flesh before trailing back up to her ass.Â
âyou doing this on purpose?â both hands grab her ass, kneading, pulling her closer against his hardness.Â
no response. she canât, not without moaning.Â
âhmm?â he shoves his hips forward into her, âyou trying to get a reaction outta me tonight? or are yâreally just that fucking bratty?â the hand gripping her flesh squeezes harder.Â
âi-mmhâŚthat-âŚkeep doing that.â she chooses to ignore his question.Â
âanswer me.â
still nothing.Â
âyou want me to spank you? cause thatâs whatâs gonna happen if you keep this shit up.â
his words make her stomach flip. of course she does. she hides her smile in her arms and stays quiet, pushing back into him. hoping heâll stick to his words.Â
carmen raises his hand, and cracks it down on her right cheek, grabbing the flesh immediately after to ease some of the sting.Â
âah-!â she grips the countertop, arching her spine. his hand leaves behind a hot, tingling sensation, flooding through her body like a wave.Â
âyâokay?â he tries to sound caring but his tone comes out rough, heavy with arousal.Â
âyeah.â better than okay. incredibly horny, actually. âthat hurt?â his hand smooths over the reddening skin.Â
âno,â she shakes her head, pushing back against him again, âthought you were gonna spank me.â
she cranes her neck trying to get a look at the man. his pupils are blown, face is rosy, and when she meets his eyes thereâs a dangerous glint to them.Â
he wedges her shorts up higher, exposing more of her ass, then smacks her in the same spot without warning. harder this time.Â
âfuck-!â she gasps sharply. it hurts, but in a way that has her pressing her thighs together desperately to try and get some relief.Â
âcan you take one more, pretty girl?âÂ
âyeah,â she whines enthusiastically, shuffling her hips back against his groin.Â
âyeah? yâso tough, baby.â his voice has a slight mocking edge to it as he does everything in his power to not yank the shorts down her legs and fuck her into the counter.Â
âjustâŚshut up and do it.â she tries to mask her eagerness, but it doesnât work very well.Â
he scoffs, and rubs his large hand over her supple skin. when he feels her relax, he raises it and cracks down on her other cheek.Â
she partially muffles the loud cry by biting down on her forearm, feeling a few tears begin to form in her eyes.Â
âyou have such a cute ass, yâknow that?â he squeezes both of her cheeks in tandem, pulling them apart, pushing them together, âcan already see the handprints forming.â his voice is low and rough.
âwh-really?â her brain feels fuzzy with desire as she tries to switch gears.Â
âyou wanna see?âÂ
she nods her head frantically, butterflies arising at the thought.Â
carmen pulls his phone out of his back pocket and holds it over her, snapping a picture with a low groan.Â
âlook back at me,â he demands softly.Â
she does, peering over her right shoulder to see him holding the camera facing her. the embarrassment makes her face feel hot, but she lets him take the picture anyway, looking into the lense with a small pout on her face.Â
âso fucking pretty,â he growls, lowering the phone and clicking on the picture he took, admiring it for a moment before turning the phone so she could see.Â
it was quite the pictureâcherry red handprints over her round ass, shorts wedged up so far they look like underwear, the curves of her body accentuated by the angle.Â
carmy swipes to the left and reveals the photo of her looking back at the camera, all flushed cheeks and pouty lips and misty eyes. she knows she should probably feel embarrassed, but seeing herself like that just makes the throbbing between her legs intensify.Â
carmen turns off the phone and puts it back in his pocket. he leans over and grabs her face, studying her with furrowed brows before leaning down kissing her firmly.Â
âyou okay?â another kiss, âreally?â
she nods, eagerly reciprocating the kiss, moaning a soft âmhmâ against his lips. Â
âdidnât hurt too bad?â his brows are furrowed, their movements beginning to quicken. she slips her tongue into his mouth and she begins to kiss him faster, losing herself in his lips.Â
carmy reciprocates for a moment before muttering a gentle âhey,â pulling back a bit, âanswer me.â his gaze flickers over the sheen on her cheeks, left behind from a few stray tears.Â
her eyes flutter open, fighting the urge to not chase his lips.Â
âit didnât hurt,â she affirms hazily, âfelt good. can you put it in? please?â
âjesus, christâ he groans, dipping back in for another kiss, âwant me to fuck you? needy fuckinâ girl.â
she nods with a small, bashful smile and softly nips at his bottom lip, fighting the urge to bite harder.Â
carmen straightens to his previous position behind her and slips his fingers beneath the hem of her bunched up shorts. he pulls them to the side to reveal her glistening pussy, letting out a sharp exhale at the sight. heâs about to reach out and touch her when she gasps.
âcarm, the water.â
it angrily bubbles and pours down the sides of the pot, sizzling when it splashes onto the flames.Â
âfuck,â he pulls away from her, quickly moving to turn off the burner. âstay right there.âÂ
and she wouldâve, had another fucking phone not started ringing.Â
the girl cries out his name frustratedly, just wanting him to come back over and fuck her brains out.Â
âitâs not mine this time,â carmy defends, adjusting the tent of his pants. heâs so hard itâs almost painful, increasingly eager to get back behind her.Â
she huffs and straightens, readjusting the uncomfortably wedged-up shorts as she follows the sound of the ringer. when she retrieves her phone from between the couch cushions, her heart drops at the contact name.Â
mom.
in a single moment itâs like the air gets sucked from her lungs. her skin stops tingling with that warm heat, body stops buzzing with pleasureâall the good feelings flood from her suddenly.Â
carmen wipes down the stove, drying the water that had boiled over before refilling the pot and turning the heat back on. his roommate talks in a hushed, urgent tone in the living room, and he tries to refrain from curiously moving closer and eavesdropping. curiosity almost gets the better of him, but a few more moments pass and he hears delicate footsteps approaching.Â
he looks up, and catches the sight of her tear-streaked face. her big, sad eyes. a pit forms in his stomach.Â
âeverything okay?â heâs unable to hide the concern in his tone.Â
she doesnât say anything. she canât. so she just rushes forward and crashes into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.Â
âhey,â he soothes, tightly reciprocating the hug, âwhat happened?â he kisses the side of her head.Â
it takes her a minute before sheâs able to verbalize, just wanting to nuzzle herself as far into his chest as she can, wishing she could just disappear into him completely.Â
he says her name, pulling away slightly to get a look at her sweet, sad face. âwhatâs goinâ on, huh?âÂ
âiâm going back next week,â itâs hard to make eye contact with him, so she looks to the side with blurry vision.Â
âwhat?â itâs like a punch in the stomach.Â
âi-âŚmy mom,â she sighs exasperatedly, âsheâs just getting worse,â at this point the tears stream down her cheeks.Â
he cups her face with both hands, wiping them away with his thumbs. he just stares at her, not knowing exactly what to say to make this shitty situation better.Â
âiâm-âŚ.fuck, iâm sorry.â he puts his forehead on hers, âmâso so sorry.â he doesnât know exactly what heâs apologizing forâthe state of her mother or the dread of her sudden departure. either way, thereâs this overwhelming feeling of loss trying to wrap his head around how soon next week really is.Â
âmâgonna go to bed,â she mutters, tightly closing her eyes to stop the flow of tears, nose brushing against his.Â
âyou donât wanna eat with me?âÂ
she gives a small shake of her head, having lost her appetite at the news.Â
carmy wants to push it. but she just looks so tired and sad, he figures itâs better not to. his hand comes to the back of her neck, and he pulls her into a bear hug, kissing the side of her head.Â
âgo wait in my bed for me,â another kiss, âiâll be up in a bit.â
âi need a shower,â she mutters into his neck, âyou made me allâŚsticky.â
he canât help but let out a humorous exhale, finding a small bit of relief from her words.Â
âyeah? sorry about that.â he has a soft, barely there smile on his face.Â
âyou know i love you, carmy?âÂ
her quiet confession stops his train of thought. stops the noise of it all. it kind of feels like it even stops his heart, just for a second.
it was something she hadnât yet said to him without the hazy high of lust. something she had been waiting on until it felt real.Â
carmen eases away from the tight hug, getting a good look at her face. sheâs entirely genuine, brows furrowed and eyes glossy, searching his expression for reassurance. he dips forward and kisses her softly, hand caressing her cheek.Â
âi know,â his thumb traces along her jaw, âi love you too.â
she turns her head to the side and kisses his hand.
âyou gonna come to california with me?â she softly bites his thumb.Â
âyeah, baby.â he nods. itâs a lie, and they both know that.Â
sometimes itâs easier to fantasize about what could be than accept what never will.Â
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itâs far too late into the night by the time carmen has eaten and showered. he blearily trudges down the hall and pushes his door open. and like a breath of fresh air, there she was. cuddled up in his blankets, face buried in his pillow. it feels incredibly domestic, and he finds himself wishing he could come home to this every night of his life.Â
carmen eases into bed slowly as to not wake her, shuffling his body against hers. then he just watches her for a bit.Â
he watches her chest rise and fall. watches the way her lips slightly part with her heavy breaths. she looks so peaceful unconscious, like there isnât a worry in the world.Â
he thinks about how selfishly he wants to keep that placating expression on her face. wants to keep her to himself. thinks about how selfishly he wishes she didnât even have a family to return toâhow fucked up is that? itâs almost surreal, staring at her sleeping form, mourning her loss while sheâs still in front of him. tangible and soft and beautiful and sleeping right there.Â
carmen reaches out and strokes her cheek at the thought, then leans in to press a gentle kiss to her resting lips. it doesnât make him feel better like he thought it would.Â
he turns off the light and pulls her in close.Â
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pt 2 of i didn't know
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Cinderella
Zayne x gn!Reader
Believe it or not, I started this fic before his cat card came out. And then I saw the card and I simply had to finish this
Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, married life, established relationship, food/cooking, kissing, implied sexual content
Word Count: 1, 431
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Your body is weighed down by morning as you heave yourself to your feet, shivering all the while as the cold air of the room caresses your bare skin. You hurry to throw on the first thing you can find: Zayneâs shirt abandoned on the floor. As you start to button it up, you turn to look at the man himself, still fast asleep on his side of the bed.
His hair is tousled and unkempt, from your fingers and his pillow. His lips slightly parted with slow, even breaths. The blankets are up to his chest. Reddened marks trail from his exposed neck and down his body. You smile just thinking about his usual efforts to try hiding them when he has to go into work. Itâs unlikely heâll wear his turtleneck today, given he doesnât have to go anywhere. And youâre going to love pulling down his collar to kiss right over them again.
Quietly, you pad your way to your dresser for some fresh underwear, collecting stray clothes as you go to dump them into the hamper. Then, you creep over to his side and carefully pull the blankets back up to his neck. The clock on his bedside table reads 9am. If youâre very lucky, heâll sleep in until 10. He needs this rest.
You lean down and press a featherlight kiss to his cheek. He shifts slightly, his head turning as if heâs trying to chase your touch. Warmth floods your chest as you sneak out of the bedroom and so, so slowly close the door behind you.
The floor is cold under your feet as you make your way through the house. You make a detour to the entryway to steal Zayneâs own house slippers, left forgotten after you got home from dinner last night. Itâs truly a miracle he found the patience to leave his shoes at the door. The slippers donât fit you, but they protect your feet from the cold as you finally head into the kitchen to enact your devious plan to take care of your husband.
You work as quietly as you can to take down a pan and pull out a spatula. You grab a bowl and lay out all the ingredients you need to make pancakes. You also pull out some blueberries to drop into the batter once itâs all mixed together. With a drizzle of oil in the heated pan, you use a spoon to glob the batter into little piles. They spread out into little discs, almost but not quite touching each other.
You hum to yourself as you grab a couple of plates from the cabinet. You also grab his mug and get the coffee pot started on brewing some fresh, hot coffee. As it brews, you flip the pancakes over, exposing their golden brown deliciousness. Theyâre thick and fluffy, and you pull out some maple syrup from the fridge to set on the table. Once the pot is brewed, you fill the mug with coffee and top it off with some sugar, just how he likes it.
You lay the first few pancakes onto a plate, setting them in a cute little toppled-domino array, before globbing some more batter into the pan. You cover the bowl and set it in the fridge to finish at a later time. You consider the possibility of giving it to Xavier, but heâd need to use a stove to make them⌠Best not.
Once the next batch is done, you lay them onto your own plate and crack two eggs into the pan. Their liquid insides meet the heated metal with a pleasant sizzle. You turn down the heat a little, and watch as the eggs begin to cook.
âSo thatâs where my slippers went.â
You whirl around to the kitchen entrance. âZayne! You canât just sneak up on me like that!â you chastise.
He grins as he closes the distance between you. His hair is still a mess, but at least he took the time to pull on his robe. You lean up, and he meets you halfway for a soft kiss. Itâs quick, just a little peck - but itâs sweet and tender and makes your heart leap with joy, even after youâve been together for so long.
âYou forgot your slippers in the bedroom.â He holds them up with one hand, where they dangle from two of his fingers.
You glance at the eggs quickly. âYeah, well, I didnât wanna risk waking up Sleeping Beauty,â you tease. You reach up to grab at his ear, but he easily ducks away. âYouâre not even supposed to be up yet.â You then grab for your slippers, but he also pulls those out of your reach.
âI needed to find my Cinderella,â he teases back. âMay I?â He gestures down to your feet, adorned in his slippers. You give him a suspicious look - itâs not often heâs so playful - but you nod, nonetheless. Your cheeks instantly grow warm as you watch him slowly kneel down in front of you, hazel green eyes locked to yours. He looks up at you like you are royalty meant to be worshipped.
You shift away from the stove enough to lean back against the marble countertop. Itâs cold chill does nothing to tamp down the heated blood coursing through your veins. Zayneâs eyes slip shut as he pushes the dangling hem of his stolen shirt up to expose the skin of your thigh. His mouth immediately seeks it out, pressing featherlight kisses just below the line of your underwear and down your leg.
His fingers follow a similar pattern. They dance along your skin gracefully, almost tickling you as they travel to the back of your thigh, slowly gliding down all the way to your calf. His mouth stops at your knee. His hot breath fans over your bare skin, reverent and appreciative, exhaled from his nose, or from his mouth just as he goes in to leave another kiss.
His hand trails lower to your ankle. His thumb massages around the jutting bone, coaxing you to shift your weight and lift your foot up. With his other hand, he removes his slipper and sets it aside. His eyes open slightly to ensure he picks up the correct replacement; to watch as he slides the slipper tenderly onto your foot. âA perfect match,â he whispers.
You reach down to comb your fingers through his hair, detangling and smoothing it out so it sits normally on his head again. You can feel his grin. Youâre tempted to grab his ear again just to mess with him.
He guides your foot back to solid ground. His lips find your other thigh, his hand finds your other ankle, and he helps you back onto one foot as he trades slippers once more. He meets your eyes again as he stands, and you feel like you can breathe again.
Suddenly reminded of what you were doing before this, you hurriedly flip the eggs over. âYou almost made me burn breakfast,â you chide, but your face is so flushed, it doesnât come across as seriously as you wish it did.
He unceremoniously slides his slippers onto his feet with a self-satisfied grin and a soft chuckle. His arms wrap around your waist, his chest to your back as he hugs you from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder with his head tilted to lean against yours. Your free hand finds one of his over your stomach. Fingers move in a familiar dance to tangle together. You trace the cool band on his ring finger. He watches the morning light catch on yours.
âThank you, my love,â he hums, content.
You kiss his head. âOf course. I wanted to do something nice for your day off.â You have to let him go in order to transfer the eggs (slightly overcooked) to your plates. He automatically turns the stove off, watching to make sure you donât accidentally burn yourself. âWhat do you want to do for the rest of the day?â
He steps away, arms slipping from your body, to move about the kitchen. While you grab the plates and carry them over to the table, he grabs his coffee and takes a careful sip of the hot liquid. Itâs just as he likes it. He carries it over with a glass of fruit juice that he sets in front of your plate.
âAnything,â he responds at last. âAs long as itâs with you.â
You chuckle. âAlright, then weâll stay in bed all day.â
He smiles. âThat sounds perfect.â
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the sirius watermelon fic was SO CUTE I NEED A PART TWO OF THEM GETTING TOGETHER
watermelon pyjamas pt.2
sirius finally tells you how he feels. (the classic angry confession trope) part 1
words: 1.7k
genre: literally idiots⢠to lovers, roommate!sirius, hurt/comfort(?), confession, lil angst, ends with fluff.
a/n: guys this is like my first ask. eeeek! thanks for requesting and reading<3
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âIâm an idiotâ
âYou're gonna have to elaborate."
âJames, please."
Sirius wasn't sure if he would classify this as a bad day. Realising he's in love with you wasn't the worst thing that could happen to him, but hearing James gloat about how right he had been was.
He had managed to avoid you that evening, even the next day, internally panicking over what to do. But he was home in the evening, ignoring that stupid warm feeling in his chest when he saw your shoes in front of the door.
He entered the room, and sighed.
I'm fucked.
âDid you buy fruit themed pyjamas?" Sirius asked, his eyes moving over the cherry printed clothing. He was annoyed, not at you, mostly at himself. He couldn't find a single explanation why this affected him so much, but it did.
âI have watermelon, cherry, kiwi and peach.â You counted on your fingers.
âWear the peach one tomorrow." Sirius grimaced at his too quick of a response, thankfully his face wasn't visible. He wasn't very proud of himself right now.
"I meant like- as a suggestion, that sounds cute, you know." He tries to explain himself, cringing on his own words.
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, amused by his eagerness, âDo you want these? You seem to like them a lot." You asked cheekily.
Yeah, sure. That's exactly why I want you to wear these, Sirius though internally. His thoughts had involved you in his bed with the pants on, maybe off, but he kept that shamefully to himself.
The next couple of days felt torturous. Sirius felt like he had to physically restrain himself from reaching for you. Anytime you touch his shoulder, lean against him, huddle together on the couch, he overthought everything.
Every touch left him breathless, every look made it hard to breath. I need help.
.
You were distraught. For some reason, for the last few days, Sirius was acting weird. He had started pulling away from you, as if watching you from a distance. No ruffling your hair, no forehead kisses, no comfortable touches. It's not as if he owed you any affection, but he had stopped.
He knew.
He knew you had feelings for him. Even if he doesn't, which you desperately hope is the truth, he has a problem. You didn't know what to do. Everytime you thought to ask him something, he'd make up an excuse and leave. He definitely didn't want to talk to you.
Lily had suggested exactly as you predicted, the usual, you should talk to him, maybe he was just busy. And other times, she had been right, but not this time. All of this had led you to the inevitable decision, something you should have done long ago. Maybe if you had, this wouldn't have happened.
âŚâŚ
"I'm gonna move out, Lils.â You say into the phone,"What? Why?â Lily exclaimed, rather dramatically.
You sigh,"I can't live like this. He doesn't owe me anything. I shouldn't be expecting⌠things from him.â
There's a slight pause before you continue,"And I can't move on if I live with him. It's too painful, and too hard."
âHere's the real reason."
Lily felt like bashing her head against a wall. How can two people be so stupid at the same time? You two were perfect for each other, both too oblivious to see the obvious.
âListen, I really think you should just tell him, even if you move out. He wouldn't stop being your friend, honey."
You hum as she says, but part of you knows you can't say it. You don't have the guts. You hear the familiar click of the door, Sirius is home.
âLils, I've gotta go. I'll talk to you later." You hang up the phone, not listening to whatever she said at the end, too nervous to care.
Your hands are sweaty, and your hands are fidgeting constantly. Sirius comes in and can immediately sense your anxious energy,
âWhat happened, lovely?" He asks, his voice cooing as he moves over to you.
He's used to you busying yourself around the house, sometimes bobbing your head to music as you wash the dishes, or some other silly thing, he could go on.
âSirius, we need to talk." You say quickly, your words too rushed, dreading this conversation.
Sirius' heart feels like it's going to lurch out.
Oh no.
He thinks that you know, somehow. That he had⌠he'd stopped saying it at a point. The impossibility of it all was a painful reminder. Now you're going to confront him. He's fucked.
âOkayâŚâ He says, his voice too quiet now.
You rub your hands to pep yourself up, encouraging yourself to not lose track,
âI'm gonna move out."
The silence that takes over is one more overwhelming than any noise. Sirius is sure now, you definitely know. A dangerous dread spreads over his body, like a disease covering itself around him.
âIt's not because of you, it's because of me." Sirius has the urge to scoff at the cliched statement, but his body feels too stiff, his eyes stuck on you.
But Sirius needed closure. So, whatever your feelings were, Sirius needed to hear why you're leaving.
âWhy?" His voice is void of emotion. It breaks your heart.
A pitiful chuckle escaped you, âSirius, you've made it clear you don't want me here."
Don't confront him. This wasn't the plan.
It wasn't. It wasn't even the reason you were moving out. But he was still your friend, he had still hurt your feelings. You were still mad at him, even though you had no right to be.
âWhat the hell do you mean?" Sirius asks, incredulous. How could he ever not want you here?
âWe haven't talked properly in days. You answer me in singular words-"
Sirius cuts you off, feeling oddly defensive, even if what you were saying wasn't untrue,
âI've been busy-"
âOh you've been busy before, Sirius. You never did this," You wave him off, but meeting his eyes, you say, âIt's alright, I got the message, if you don't want me here-" Your voice rises despite your efforts as the conversation gets more heated,
"So what then? You're just gonna move out? Am I that terrible?â Sirius asks, sarcastically. Typical, you think. You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration,
"Sirius, I told you, this isn't about you,â
Right now, he isn't keen on listening to your reasoning. In his mind, it's all his fault. It's his fault that you have to leave. He's scrambling for explanations,
"Look, I'm sorry that I'm in love with you, alright? I couldn't help myself. Hell,â He laughs, pity and amusement lacing his words, âI didn't even know until a few weeks ago.â
Sirius felt like his world was falling apart. His heart has dared to love someone, and it backfired. He doesn't regret that he loves you, he couldn't. He had no control over that, ever. He was always going to be in love with you.
He only regrets that you found out, somehow. But he supposed that was also inevitable, you weren't daft.
âThe point is,â His pleading eyes look at you, âItâs my problem to deal with, not yours.â His eyes are watching your face, you don't know what he might find, âPlease, don't leave.â
A few moments pass, and it's as if the world is coming back to you. And one sentence rings in your head, distinct from any other sentence he's said.
I'm sorry that I'm in love with you.
âYou what??â You ask, your voice full of incredulity. It feels like someone had hit you with a hammer, or pushed you off a cliff.
âI didn't want to be the guy who's your friend and then tells you he's in love with you, you know? I'm sorry that I love you, but you don't have to leave. If it matters, I will. You should stay here.â Sirius stammers out, his voice laced with pain and nervousness.
Your hands are wrapped under his, his hands clutching yours like they could stop you. They probably did stop you.
"You're in love with me?â You ask, your heart in your mouth, as if one word would be enough to tip you over.
âPlease don't make me say it again." Sirius pleads, his eyes slightly watery.
Your eyes flick back and forth to both of his, searching for any kind of hesitance on his face, but it's plain. He's said those words like they were casual, as if they didn't just break your brain. There's nothing to say, or there are no words coming to your brain which are enough to convey your emotions.
A smile spreads across your lips and you bite your lips to conceal it undoing your hands from his to cradle his face,
âYouâre in love with me.â
Sirius' pleading frown transforms to a confused one, and he nods, even if you hadn't asked it as a question this time.
You laugh, a watery laugh before you meet your lips to his, smiling too hard to kiss him properly.
Sirius feels like his body is on autopilot, his hands immediately cradling the back of your neck, his other one holding your wrist, his lips immediately responding to yours, as if it was all too natural.
In all his âforeseenâ outcomes, this hadn't been a possibility.
He smiles too, confusion still evident at the back of his mind, but he could only focus on the feeling of your lips on his, your hands holding his face.
His head tilts as he tries to get a better angle, desperate to know your tells and signs, his hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.
You smile again, breaking the kiss but his lips chase you which makes you laugh more, and he hides his face in your shoulder, laughing along with you.
âYou're in love with me," You say it quietly, as if you're confirming it to yourself, but he's too close by not to listen.
âAnd here I was, moving out because I wanted to get over you."
His head whips up, his face dumbstruck,
âWhat?"
âMhmm." You bite your lips, and Sirius has half a mind to kiss you again.
âYou're also inâŚ." He trails off, his expression confused but you know exactly what he's asking,
âSirius, I just kissed you."
âYeah, but what if you just took pity-" You shut him up again, and he melts, exactly as you intended, moulding his body to yours, trying to get as close as he can. If this was your way to shut him up, he could get used to it.
"Wait, so you're not moving out right? Because-" And his words are cut off again, the same way from before.
He smiles against your lips, again, ecstatic. Giddy, even. Sirius could get used to this. Sirius could get used to kissing you as he arrives home.
All this because of fucking watermelon pyjamas.
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Canât stop thinking the tall horror men of homicipher. Iâm like 5ft something, so I know damn well these men tower over meâŚam I discovering something? Maybe đđđbut I know I ainât alone. TRUE STORY: Also there was this guy that came into my place of work moths ago with his family and he was TALL, bending down to get through the doorframe TALL but he was lovely.
So how do I imagine these boy would react if they see that youâre clearly ogling them for how tall they were.
Mr crawling
Given the fact that youâve only seen him stand once, it was enough to have your jaw dropping to the floor. He was taller than the fucking doorway that he had to manoeuvre himself under it, and suddenly youâve forgotten that you were being kidnapped by Mr Stitch, too intrigued by his height and now understanding why he had lied to you about his ability to stand.
He thought he would scare you but in fact made you feel the complete opposite, you loved how tall he was and you couldnât get it out of your head, even when heâs back on his hands and knees to comfort you. The illusion had worn off and now you wanted to see him tall all the time, but you didnât want to pressure him into doing so unless he felt comfortable.
âYouâre tall, really tall.â You said in awe as Mr crawling coddled you against his chest.
âScared?â He asked as though he was fearing your answer, which broke your heart as you nuzzled your face against his shoulder in an attempt of comfort.
âNo, handsome.â You replied as Mr Crawling made chirps and purrs of happiness as he held you closer to him.
While heâs still not fond on standing to his full height, the fear of his intimating stature would chase you away one day embedded in his heavily, he would find some comfort in knowing that you loved his tall stature and love you even more for not forcing him to do something he clearly was uncomfortable with; preferring to shower him in kisses and remind him that whether heâs standing or on his hands and knees you loved him regardless.
Mr silvair
The man can feel your eyes on his back constantly. He knows heâs taller than most but the way you looked and admired his full height like you wouldnât be able to anymore.
He wonders whether this was something only you seemed to have or whether other humans also felt possessed by the need to gawk at people above a certain height. Or was it just you that has this particular expression upon seeing his tall stature in general.
He would take notes of how his height seemingly did something to you that then triggered a chemical reaction within your brain to make you find his height appealing and possibly a requirement in finding your perfect romantic partner.
Or more specifically people of similar height to Mr Silvair himself or anyone close enough to his height to qualify. Mr Silvair soon deduced that you liked the domineering presence of someone much bigger than you, someone whoâs able to drag you wherever as though you were nothing but weightless to them, almost like a ragdoll.
Heâd soon find that this is in most cases considered a kink amongst you humans who found the height difference between partner rather erotic.
Mr Scarletella
Finds your content ogling of him flattering and thinks that it means that you were finally, finally reciprocating his obsession with you for your own obsession with him.
Heâs another one who takes note of how you like how tall he is in comparison to you, always looking at him whenever he was entering the room, eyes widening when you see him having to bed down to get through the doorway, and your eyes never leave him even as heâs walking towards you; seemingly getting taller with each step until heâs in front of you and youâre looking at him in awe and hitched breath.
Heâs obsessed with your expression each and every time and uses his height to his advantage. Such as doing things like putting his hand above your head and on the wall, looking down at you with those obsessive eyes of his as his smile seemed to widen upon hearing your breath hitch and eyes widen once more.
His height continued to elicit a reaction out of you that Mr Scarletella loved and adored and wanted to see more of in the future.
Mr Hood
Finds your constant ogling of his height interesting.
He didnât know why you were so surprised heâs this tall, heâs been with you this entire time and it was only recently did your mind seemed to inform you of your Incredibly stark height difference, and bam! Suddenly heâs the subject of your constant staring and ogling as though it would be the last thing you did.
It was humorous to say the least and will earn you some head pats and cheek caresses that has you leaning towards his comforting and gentle touches.
It wasnât something that you hide from him as half of the time you didnât realise you were doing it until Mr Hood pointed it out with curiosity, meanwhile your left flustered as your mind held certain thoughts towards his legs, thighs and large hands.
Poor Mr Hood, he understood to some extent but after a certain point itâs better to explain to him that you find his height rather appealing to you in more ways than one.
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CW: Moderate sim spice - Guide to content warnings
Glenn tried to be in the moment but it was hard. His mind was racing. Silver was an excellent kisser. The werewolf had said it had been a while but it was obviously like riding a bike. Glenn was quietly proud of being the first one to get close to Silver for so long but he wasn't going to tell him that. Silver might think it meant Glenn liked that he had been alone when the opposite was true. The man he was wrapped around had a good heart, and Glenn wished he hadn't shut himself off from society, from love. But guilt was a tricky thing. He didn't blame Silver for wanting to run away from it all.
*waves* Let me explain for anyone new. My sims have woohoo drives and like to get it on but I know reading that isn't enjoyable for everyone. The text below contains that so if you are only here for the plot, or it makes you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to skip the rest of this post. You will not miss anything essential to the plot by not reading it.
Silver: *between kisses* Watcher you do taste good
Glenn: *giggling* Thank you *kisses* I have a whole dental hygiene routine
Silver: I love that you take care of yourself
Glenn: I can take care of you to if you let me
Glenn could feel Silver start to smile. He ran his hand through Silver's hair and attempted to pull him closer. A foolish mission as they were already chest to chest, but he needed him.
Silver: You ready for me to take your pants off now
Glenn: More than, but let me see you to
Silver placed Glenn gently on the bed and bent down to take his shoes off before removing his own.
Glenn: You know, we kind of have matching shoes
Silver: What do you mean
Glenn: Mine are brown and yours are grey- or silver! Get it, because you're Silver
Silver: *chuckling* It's not to late for me to cancel this woohoo you know
Glenn: I was just trying to say I like it. It's like we were in different places but we still got matching shoes. It's cute
Silver: You're cute Babycakes
Silver pulled off Glenn's jeans and boxers slowly. Glenn felt nervous lying back as Silver examined him, and again he got the feeling Silver wanted to eat him up.
Glenn: Can I do you first
Silver: You sure
Glenn: Yeah
Glenn watched intently as Silver removed his remaining clothes far quicker than he'd done for Glenn. Silver then pushed Glenn back on the bed and straddled him.
Silver: Just use your hands
Glenn: But I want to taste-
Silver: If you do a good job I'll feed you some
Glenn blushed and focused on the task in front of him. He was nervous but Silver stroking his chest and face helped him keep calm. In the end, well, he did get a taste.
Silver: Come here
Silver pulled Glenn up and around so the pair were sitting on the edge of the bed. Silver pulled Glenn's face to his and peppered it with kisses making Glenn chuckle.
Glenn: Beefcake, what are you doing
Silver: You'll see but you need to understand... Werewolves are naturally stronger
Glenn: Promises promises
Silver: I'm serious Glenn. If I do anything that is too strong... anything that hurts you, you need to tell me
Glenn: But then you'll stop
Silver: I'll stop what I'm doing because I don't want to hurt you but I'll finish what I start okay? Don't deal with pain just because you think I won't bring you to a finish
Glenn: I promise Silver, I'll tell you if it's too much
Silver: Good, because I can get a little over enthusiastic sometimes
Glenn: Please, I am the most over enthusiastic
Chuckling, Silver leaned over Glenn's lap and got to work caressing him. Glenn had imagined what it would be like but it was better.
Glenn: Oh, um-
Silver: Too rough?
Glenn: No your hands are perfect I just... So for a potion of plentiful needs you need some pleasure and that's harvested when someone orgasms. Henri gave me some empty vials for it. Would you mind if when I do finish I channel some of that pleasure to be used?
Silver: Do you need like the physical-
Glenn: No, no no. No body fluids required. I just didn't want to do it without asking
Silver smirked and got off the bed to kneel in front of Glenn.
Silver: I don't mind that. Do you mind this?
Glenn: Mind what? You're not doing-
Silver kissed the inside of his thigh and Glenn twitched.
Glenn: I don't mind that
Silver: Uh huh, and this
And so Silver continued to tease Glenn, a kiss here, a soft bite there, until Glenn couldn't stand anymore and begged Silver to finish him off. As Silver enveloped him and his tongue joined in with his hands Glenn struggled to recall the spell for channeling the pleasure, unable to focus on much more than the sensations he was feeling.
When he finished and curled around Silver's head some brain function came back to him. He kissed Silver's back and looked up to watch one of the vials on his shelf fill up with the telltale pink contents. Rather than dissipate in to nothing the pleasure was being stored.
Silver: I was right, you do taste good
Glenn: And you give amazing head
Silver: What can I say, it's my centuries of experience Babycakes
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This song inspired a whole fic I don't have the time to write. But here is the blurb I threw at @backseatsoldier and @scaredyspooks
Background Johnny has low self esteem and accepts whatever affection he can from a friend bitch who takes advantage of that, shoving him in boyfriend situations emotionally for far to long. His best friend, you, has been pinning for him so long you have started to give up hope.
When the bitch moves to a city far away and you see her give Johnny a goodbye kiss that you don't realize is such. You turn on a heel and walk away, ignorning Johnny's calls and texts for the next few days.
Johnny thinks it unusual but it is about time for your period to start and you tend to be a bit wonky until the blood starts flowing. He brushes it off until a random man on base asks about his girlfriend.
"My what?"
"You're girlfriend sir, the woman on your home screen? She is your girlfriend right? I've seen her at some of the parties hanging out with you. Always has hearts in her eyes when she's around."
"Do you love me?" "Johnny I can't talk about this right now," she pushes on the door. It catches on his boot. "Please, I-I need," Johnny swallows down the fears crawling up his throat, "Do you love me?"
The dam breaks.
"I have loved you for a long time," your jaw quivers as you stare into his eyes, more familiar than your own.
"Oh thank god," he rushes forward, pulling you into a hug. One arm wraps around your ribs while the other grips into your hair, pushing your head into his shoulder. He kicks the front door shut. "I thought I would be to late," his voice breaks on the last word.
"What do you mean? You want Shannon?" Your fingers burrow into the back his shirt.
"I did. She represented everything I thought I deserved."
You try to pull back. Johnny isn't to much taller than you but the mucsle he maintains for his job robs you of the ability to flee from his words.
"What happened then? Why are you here?" You bite the words out in the space you could create between his chest and your face.
"Someone asked me today if I had broken up with my girlfriend. I was confused until they said the woman on my home screen, the one I am always gushing about. That is when I realized that he meant you."
That makes you pause in your efforts to escape. You were his home screen? Looking up at him Johnny shifts his hand from your hair to caress your face, thumb sweeping the leftover tears from your cheek.
"How long have I been your lock screen?" You whisper.
"Years," he whispers back.
The tears start up again.
"Why?" You can't force your words any louder than a whipser.
"There was a challenge a few Christmases back, to change your home screen to a photo of something that brings a smile to your face every time you see it. The last photo I had taken had been you. I've updated the photo a few times but it's been you since."
"Why did you never say anything?" The words hurt your throat as they leave.
"How could I tell one of the most important people in my life that I love her but I am a bad man who has done unspeakable things and don't deserve time or love from her? Why would I set myself up to be rightfully refused? For you to scoff at my affections?"
It's your turn to caress his face. He loosens his arms enough to allow you to touch him, but not enough to step back.
"You don't get to make that choice for me Johnny. And I don't like the version of me that lives in your head if you thought I would ever scoff at you."
He recoils, eyes slamming shut and chest caving in as if he took a bullet to the chest. Feckin' hell, she was right. It had to be him that didn't think he deserved anything resembling love though you had been peppering him with it for years.
You give him five breaths to deal with the emotional revelation before you are squishing his cheeks into his teeth, causing his lips to pop out.
"I would like to sit down and talk about this instead of being held hostage in my entryway. Would you like something to drink while we talk Johnny?"
You give him the softest smile he had ever seen, the gentlest crinkles forming around your eyes.
"Aye love, I think I need a drink." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Can I hold your hand while we talk?"
"I would love that."
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Kagari Amagase
Things I can Only Do With You at Night: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Card
Emma: "The sakura manju is delicious! It's so cute and round that I find myself admiring it for a while before taking a bite."
Emma: "Prince Kagari, would you like one too?"
Kagari: "Sure."
After watching over the shopkeeperâs belongings, Prince Kagari really did go around the festival with me.
Itâs so much more funâno, infinitely more funâwith someone else, and I could feel my spirits lifting compared to when I wandered alone.
(Prince Kagari isâŚ)
(Hmm⌠I canât tell anything from his expression.)
I stopped in front of a stall that caught my eye.
Emma: "Prince Kagari, look, thereâs a ring toss game!"
Kagari: "Yeah, I can see that."
(The prizes vary depending on the score you get.)
(Oh, that little basket bag at the top is so lovely! But it looks like you need to get the highest score to win it.)
Kagari: "âŚ"
(Maybe I should give it a try. It could make for a nice festival memory!)
Emma: "Prince Kagari, do you want to try the ring toss too?"
Kagari: "Sure."
(Ugh⌠I didnât land a single ring. They were softer than I expected and kept flying off in weird directions.)
The prize I chose with my score was a bottle of colorful konpeito (sugar stars). Its cuteness made me forget my disappointment entirely.
(Still, Prince Kagari casually scored the highest. I shouldâve asked him for tips.)
Kagari: "Here, take this Princess."
He handed me the lace basket bag I had been eyeing.
Emma: "Is it really okay�"
Kagari: "I wouldnât use it if I kept it."
Kagari: "From the looks of it, itâs well-crafted by a top-tier workshop. Itâs sturdy and will last a long time."
Emma: "Then, Iâll accept it⌠Thank you."
The bag was well-made, with a smooth and pleasant texture. A small sakura charm dangled gently from the handle.
ââââââ Flashback ââââââ
Kagari: "Youâre easy to read. Thatâs something Iâve learned about you."
ââââââ Flashback End ââââââ
(I mustâve let my feelings show again.)
(There were plenty of other prizes he couldâve picked. Maybe he chose this on a whim, but⌠Iâm so happy.)
Emma: "AhâŚ"
Suddenly, Prince Kagari grabbed my hand and took a bite of my strawberry candy.
Watching him lick his lower lip up close sent my heart racing.
Emma: "Please, just tell me if you want some!"
Kagari: "If I told you, I wouldnât get to see your reaction."
(He means when I get flustered, doesnât he?)
(It feels like heâs made this a kind of game⌠but stillâŚ)
When I stole a glance at Prince Kagari, his expression remained unreadable, though the corners of his eyes had softened just a bit.
(Well, if heâs enjoying himself too, then I suppose itâs fine.)
Trying to hide my own smile, I took a bite of the strawberry candy as well.
(Maybe Iâll switch out my current pochette for the basket bag.)
(Oh, waitâŚ)
Kagari:Â "Whatâs wrong Princess?"
Emma: "Prince Kagari, do you have a moment later?"
....
Emma: "Would you like to light some sparklers with me?"
After finishing with the stalls and returning from the bustling streets to the castle, I opened the wooden box I had taken out of my bag.
Emma: "Someone gave me these sparklers while I was helping with festival preparations."
Emma: " I was saving them for the festival day, and Iâd really like it if youâd join me. If youâd likeâŚ"
Kagari: "âŚ"
Emma: "Prince Kagari?"
Kagari: "Itâs nothing."
Kagari: "I just thought it was a little childish to suddenly want fire."
Emma: "Would you like a sparkler?"
Kagari: "Sure."
(He agreed! Thatâs a relief.)
Something about the slight widening of his green eyes caught my attention, but I handed him a sparkler nonetheless.
For some reason, Prince Kagari stared at it for a while before finally taking it.
With anticipation in my chest, I brought the sparkler close to the candle flame he had lit for me.
A small orb of fire blossomed like a flower bud, scattering orange sparks with a gentle crackle.
(Itâs so beautifulâŚ)
It didnât have the grandeur of fireworks in the sky, but the way the sparks changed shape over time was ephemeral and captivatingâenough to make me forget to blink.
(Wow, the sparks are growing even brighter and stronger now.)
Kagari: "âŚ."
Emma: "Prince Kagari, your sparkler is beautiful too."
Kagari: "âŚYeah, itâs mesmerizing."
(But his gaze hasnât left me this whole timeâŚ)
(Maybe he prefers how my sparkler burns?)
(Ah, the sparks are starting to fade.)
As the end neared, the number of falling sparks lessened, and the glowing orb quietly dropped away.
Prince Kagariâs sparkler also went out, and the quiet that followed felt tinged with a certain melancholy.
(Perhaps I feel this way because the festival is truly coming to an end.)
Emma: "âŚIâve found one more thing I love in Kogyoku.â
Kagari: "You have a low threshold for liking things, donât you?"
Kagari: "When you leave Kogyoku, tell me how many things youâve come to like."
Emma: "Youâll be surprised! Please look forward to it."
Emma: "Prince Kagari, thank you for accompanying me to the festival and lighting sparklers with me."
Kagari: "I just had the time."
Emma: "Even so, Iâm happy that you spent that time with me."
When I look back on today, the fun memories come rushing back one after another.
I got to interact with many people from the town while helping prepare for the festival.
(Surely, the next time I see them, Iâll be able to greet them more casually. ButâŚ)
I suddenly found myself imagining the day Iâd eventually have to leave Kogyoku.
The pang of sadness that welled up was even stronger than what Iâd felt when the sparklers had burned out, and my gaze unconsciously turned to Prince Kagari.
(Prince Kagari isâŚ)
(âŚHeâll probably be the same as ever.)
âŚâŚ
The next day, I went to a sweets shop to buy some dorayaki-flavored candies.
There, I heard a startling story from the boy who had given me the sparklers.
Boy: "They say, if you do sparklers with someone you care about, just the two of you with no interruptions, youâll be bound together."
Boy: "Thatâs what I wanted to tell you that day!"
Emma: "I seeâŚ"
Emma: "Is that a legend everyone in Kogyoku knows?"
Boy: "Yep. If anything, itâs rare for someone not to know it."
Emma: ".....Is that so."
(If heâd just said doing sparklers at the festival brings good fortune, it wouldâve been better butâŚ)
As I forced myself to suppress the dizziness creeping up on me, my cheeks grew hot at the thought of Prince Kagari.
(Does Prince Kagari know this legend too? âŚNo, he probably doesnât remember things heâs not interested in.)
(And he isnât someone I care for in THAT way, so thereâs no reason to be flusteredâŚ)
ââââââ Flashback ââââââ
Kagari: "âŚ"
Emma: "Prince Kagari?"
Kagari: "Itâs nothing."
ââââââ Flashback Endââââââ
(âŚCould he have misunderstood something? No, thereâs no wayâŚ)
(......âŚ)
(How should I react the next time I meet Prince Kagari�)
âŚâŚ.
Shigure: "Hey, Kagari, whyâd you have Emma help with the festival preparations?"
After the regular meeting, Shigure's question stopped Kagari in his tracks.
Kagari: "âŚIt was a whim."
Kagari: "If I had to give a reason, itâs because I thought sheâd find it easier to spend time here if she got to know a few more faces in this unfamiliar country."
Shigure: "Wow, thatâsâŚkind of thoughtful."
Kagari: "Besides, if people recognize her as someone I know, they'll keep an eye on her out of curiosity."
Shigure: "Wow, thatâsâŚheartless."
Kagari: "You didnât know that about me?"
Shigure: "I did, actually. Well, having the townsfolk keep an eye out could be useful if something happens, so I see where youâre coming from."
Shigure: "And what about the festival day itself? After dealing with that enemy, you disappeared somewhere."
Kagari: "I went around the festival stalls with her and did sparklers."
Shigure: "Anyone else there? âŚJust the two of you?"
Kagari: "Just the two of us."
Shigure: "Ah, I see. I see."
Kagari: "âŚ? Whatâs with that creepy look on your face?"
Shigure: "Wait, do you not know about the sparklers legend, Kagari?"
Kagari: "I donât."
Kagari: "That was my first time even holding sparklers."
Shigure: "Ah, I see. Well thenâŚ"
Kagari: "Honestly, I couldnât understand what was so enjoyable about it that sheâd light up like thatâŚ"
Unconsciously, Kagari's jade-green eyes wandered toward the spot where he and Emma had lit sparklers the previous night.
Kagari: "âŚBut I got to see something good."
Kagari: "I wouldnât mind doing it againâŚwith her."
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