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bunnis-monsters · 3 months ago

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warning: slight corruption kink, yandere behavior, panty stealing, breeding kink, dubcon if you squint

EHEHEH thinking about yandere!angel who has never been hard before.

He sees you, such a pretty little human he’s meant to watch over. You’re so soft and plump, your body stirs something in his belly that he doesn’t completely understand.

And he sees you undressing one night, your form completely bare before his very eyes.

Angels always walk around in the nude, they aren’t ashamed of their bodies… so why does his cock start to twitch and harden?

He doesn’t understand, this has never happened before and the feeling is unbearable. Something in his body wants to be closer to you, to… connect with you.

The angel approaches your room, quiet as he opens your window and slides in with ease. He’s not sure what he should do, but he spots your discarded clothing.

It’s shameful, how he even thinks about stealing an item of your clothing. Your panties are your favorite color, lacy with a little bow on the front. He can spot a slight wetness there, and he starts to drool.

Why is his body reacting like this? His cheeks flush a crimson red as he flees your home, your underwear in his hand. He flies far away, as if trying to escape his new, lustful feelings.

He isolates himself in a small cave, slowly draping your panties over his throbbing cock. The feeling of your slick coated panties touching his tip made him hiss out in pleasure.

Of course, the angel had never masturbated before. He came within just a few strokes, but his cock was still so swollen. Every time he thought about your plush frame, his tip dribbled precum, and he couldn’t help but jerk off again.

It just wasn’t enough… soon he felt so sore, and his hands weren’t soft like yours, and he bet your lips or pussy would feel so much better…

He was your protector, wasn’t he? It made sense that he’d get to fuck his precious little cherub, his sweet girl, right?

Wouldn’t it be a blessing to put a baby in your belly?

Usually the angel had no trouble flying, but now he was trying his best to concentrate on getting to your home.

You spot him in the window, your eyes still bleary from sleep. He’s the picture of elegance, with long, flowing blonde hair and gorgeous dark eyes…

“Be not afraid, I am a messenger of god…” he panted, cheeks flushed pink. “You… have been chosen for something… great…”

He walked in, your curtain billowing around him as he stretched out and lightly clapped his snow-white wings.

His eyes were on your skimpy nightgown, and the way it barely covered your plush thighs.

“You’ve been chosen… to carry my child…”

Your plump thighs squished together, causing him to let out an involuntary moan. “Ch-child? How would you… do that? Touch my belly or something, like the Virgin Mary?”

His eyes were clouded with lust as he approached your bed, his hand trembling with need. “No, my sweet girl… I am no God, I’ll have to take a much more… direct approach.”

In an instant he was on top of you, his lips crashing into yours with an urgency only to be expected of a virgin. He was inexperienced, but tasted like honey and was as gentle as he possibly could be.

Already his erection was pressing against your thigh, and he unceremoniously thrusted his hips, trying to get more friction.

You were so damn soft, warm to the touch. It was taking everything in him not to ravish you instantly.

His fingers danced across your clothed cunt, testing the waters. When he pulled his hand back, it was wet and with a soft lick, his eyes went wide.

You tasted amazing.

Though he wanted to devour your fat cunt, he needed yo be inside of you even more. He was in pain, his cock aching and begging your your warmth to envelope him.

You watched his wings twitch as he positioned himself between your legs. The white feathers were soft to the touch, and you held onto them while he pushed in.

The angel couldn’t help himself, the second he felt your warm pussy he went crazy. His head was buried in your neck, his hips slapping against yours as he struggled to control his body.

He had never felt so good before, the angel was committing a terrible sin but he didn’t care, not one bit.

“S-so good, you’ll have your reward in heaven…” he blubbered out, cheeks red and covered in pleasured tears. “God…”

He came so quick, painting your walls white as hips nails dug into your hips.

All he wanted to do now was wrap his wings around you, holding you close. The angel didn’t pull out, you felt way too warm and comfy for that.

As he kissed your head and snuggled with you in bed, he was sure that that this was fate. Perhaps he was meant to lust after you…

You were something special, and no one would take you away from him.

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sttoru · 1 year ago

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Trueform sukuna who never kisses his concubines. EXCEPT he only kisses his favorite concubine aka reader 😞🎀

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. you’re the only one deserving of lord sukuna’s.. direct affection.

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. fluff, suggestive at most. uhh exhibitionism ? kinda but nothing crazy sexual happens, so pda. size difference. reader gets called ‘doll.’

you’re standing at the entrance of the estate, along with some other concubines. four of them. uraume is there with you as well. you’re all awaiting the one person you’re serving; ryomen sukuna.

it’s silent. the women don’t dare to speak up nor do they dare address you in a menacing manner because of uraume’s presence. you’re thankful for them. you really don’t want to have another petty fight with the concubines. not before your little trip to the village nearby.

you’re all accompanying sukuna to meet up with an infamous clan leader. it’s official business, but you’re needed as a sign of your lord’s high status. you’re basically his trophies that he likes to show off.

“interesting choice of clothing,” sukuna finally shows up. you all bow, showing respect. you look up and only then realise that he’s addressing you. his eyes wander over your figure, “who’s chosen that for you?”

you glance down at your kimono. it’s a beautiful red—suiting the color of sukuna’s eyes. your hair is put up in a neat bun, with a matching crimson hairpin that represented who you belong to.

him.

“my lady-in-waiting, my lord,” you say quietly. you cannot see it, yet can easily feel it; the jealous glares from the four women. they’re dressed in the exact same color red, yet their lord hasn’t paid them any mind. not even a glance.

sukuna just hums in response and makes a mental note of your answer. at least his human servants are good for something. he continues to shamelessly check you out.

“lord sukuna,” uraume interrupts carefully. they bow their head once the king of curses looks their way with a stoic expression, “we’ll have to leave now if we wish to make it there at dawn.”

it’s a gentle reminder, but there’s some urgency in their voice. sukuna rolls his eyes—he may have some official business, but he’s not attending that. not before taking care of other more important stuff first. “silence,” he comments to uraume, heavy steps heading your way afterwards.

your eyes meet his. you blink in confusion, eyelashes fluttering. the sight makes sukuna’s hands twitch at his sides. the way you stare up at him with such naïveté is making him want to destroy it.

you’re unsure what sukuna wants from you. as he orders, everyone stays quiet. you watch as his big hands wrap around your body—your waist engulfed by his warm palms. your eyes widen, but before you can question his actions, your lips are sealed by his.

it’s rare that he does this. kissing sukuna is a privilege. one that no one has ever gotten the honour of having, except for you.

you’ve tasted him. you’ve felt his tongue slither against yours. you’ve had his saliva mix with yours. you’ve had him grunting in your mouth.

you’ve had it all.

no one says a thing. even as your feet are lifted from the ground by the sheer strength of sukuna’s grip on your small body. to reach his lips properly, he has to pick you up and hold you against his chest. it’s his favorite thing to do.

“pretty thing,” sukuna coos with a grin. you can feel his lips curling up menacingly against your mouth. it makes you whine. you instantly shut up once you realise that you’re still outside and surrounded by others—who are basically waiting on you two to be done.

you’re embarrassed to the point that you want nothing more than to hide your face against sukuna’s chest. but he will not let you until he’s had his fill. your tongues swirl around each other passionately, followed by him sucking on your bottom lip and biting it with his sharp fangs.

“my lord,” you whine quietly. you know this’ll end up like that one time in the garden. where he shamelessly took you in front of his servants. you’re unsure if it’s a smart thing to do right now. sukuna has an appointment to go to after all.

his mouth doesn’t stop interlocking with yours. his thick fingers tug at the hairs on the back of your neck, causing you to part your lips in surprise. the king of curses takes his chance and explores your warm little mouth. the one that he’s claimed as his the moment you became his concubine.

you tug at his sleeve as a reminder. sukuna grumbles in annoyance, but he knows you’re right; he should let go. his bottom set of eyes dart over to uraume for a second and upon seeing their expressionless yet determined face, he sighs.

all that official business can suck his dick.

sukuna finally detaches his lips from your now wet and swollen ones. you’re breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. you’re flustered to the point you actually bury your face into sukuna’s chiseled chest. you’re sure this’ll be the only talk around the estate for the upcoming week. you’ll become the victim of some more. . . bullying.

the king of curses notices that you don’t let go of him at all. he grins at the sight of you so desperately clinging onto him. he tries to undo the little mess he made of your once neat hair in the meantime.

“what? want me to carry you all the way there, doll?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, teasing you as per usual. you don’t let go of him since you’re still cooling off. you’ve never really kissed outside of the bedroom. it always happens behind closed doors, so this one time took you by surprise.

you shake your head and plop down on your feet again. “no, my apologies, my lord,” you straighten the material of your kimono and don’t even dare to look at the others. uraume would understand, since they’re used to their lord’s antics, but the concubines will cause big trouble once you’re back home.

sukuna nods in acknowledgment. he still got that evil smirk on his face. his thumb brushes the smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth, cleaning up his mess once again. he’s nice enough to do so today.

“heh.” sukuna lets out an amused chuckle before walking away and ahead of you—the others silently following, as do you. you’re right behind him, on his right side, as he turns his head to yours, “just so y’know, i’m not done with you.”

you know sukuna isn’t. you can easily tell by the way that he didn’t even bother to wipe the lipstick from his own lips. he’s wearing that stain like it’s a medal of sorts. evidence that you’re the only one he’s ever going to show such affection to.

either way; you’re in for one hell of a ride once you’re back from your little business trip.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff

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blythesarchives · 3 months ago

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Just As You Are. | B.B

summary: He tries his best for Valentine's Day.

a/n: I'm not big into Valentine's Day just because it feels very commercialized to me, but I like imagining it with Bucky. This plot changed so many times lmao but I think I am satisfied with how this turned out. If you're allergic to strawberries, just imagine a different fruit. Not beta read. ;; wc: 4.2k

Bucky stood motionless in the bustling store, his steely eyes fixed with a deep frown upon the endless aisle dedicated to Valentine's Day merchandise.

He didn't remember it being so...big back in the day. The sheer volume of products and options left him feeling completely overwhelmed, his mind drifting back to simpler times when a thoughtful bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate were considered more than acceptable tokens of affection for your sweetheart.

Now, he watched as frantic shoppers rushed past him, their arms laden with elaborate bouquets, towers of candy boxes, and enormous stuffed bears that seemed to grow more ridiculously sized with each passing year.

There were some shoppers who took a different approach, selecting items for personalized gift baskets filled with practical things like cozy socks or fragrant bath bombs. That seemed more personalized with his old-fashioned sensibilities, but you weren't particularly fond of long soaks in the tub, making that option feel somehow inadequate.

A wave of insecurity washed over him unexpectedly. Despite knowing that you had never once demonstrated materialistic tendencies or pressured him for presents, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he should be showering you with gifts. Traditional values ingrained in him insisted that as the man in the relationship, this was his role to fulfill. His heart warmed slightly at the mental image of you beaming with delight over an armful of fresh flowers or savoring each piece from a velvet-lined, heart-shaped box of premium, ridiculously expensive chocolates.

Truthfully, he felt completely lost about what would be the perfect gift for you. The confident, charming young man he used to be - the one who could effortlessly capture a lady's attention with just a well-timed smile or clever word - seemed like a stranger from another lifetime. These days, the gazes that would drift to him were filled with suspicion and barely concealed hostility.

Defeated and increasingly anxious, Bucky turned away from the crowded store aisle, his mind spinning with uncertainty as he struggled to think of what to get you for this special occasion. As he made his way through the bustling shop, he passed by an enthusiastic florist who was eagerly displaying enormous bouquets of perfectly arranged, vibrant red roses.

The vendor was encouraging every passing customer to purchase one, his sales pitch well-rehearsed and persistent. The sight made Bucky recall a conversation from several months ago, where you had expressed your views on traditional romantic gestures. You explained that while roses were undeniably a sweet and romantic gesture, they felt somewhat predictable and conventional to you. Too ordinary, you had said, preferring instead gifts that showed genuine thought and consideration.

"Sure, roses are beautiful. I think they're a wonderful gift for birthdays or valentine's, whatever. But...I don't know. Everyone gets roses. I would be happy but it would also sort of feel like you didn't really try, since they're so abundant and common. It makes them feel less special. Hopefully that doesn't make me sound snobbish. I'd rather get a more personalized bouquet or...one with my favorite flowers instead." You glanced up at Bucky who was nodding and listening, remembering, for later.

Though the roses were beautiful, their pristine petals catching the store's fluorescent lighting to aid in their deep crimson coloration, Bucky could practically envision the polite but slightly underwhelmed expression that would cross your face if he chose such a common option.

Plus...why were flowers so expensive these days? A dozen roses for almost a hundred dollars? The modern pricing was ridiculous - back in his day, that kind of money could have bought several weeks' worth of groceries. Besides, a lot of the bouquets contained wilted flowers. If he got you a bouquet, each and every flower would be alive and well.

He didn't want to leave without getting you something special, something that would bring a genuine smile to your face. He stood there for several long moments, running his flesh hand through his hair as he considered what kind of gift would truly resonate with you, something that would perfectly balance thoughtfulness with appropriateness while still managing to surprise you.

After spending what felt like hours wandering through the store's aisles and watching other men pick the big red hearts off the shelves without a second thought, he began to carefully examine each heart-shaped box of chocolates, reading every label and ingredient list to ensure he found the exact type of varieties you had mentioned loving. Finally satisfied with a winner, he put it in the basket he grabbed.

Moving through the store, he made his way to the stuffed animal section, where he spent considerable time comparing different plush versions of your favorite animal, wanting to select the one with the perfect expression and the softest fur. That one looked too grumpy, that one looked lopsided, that one wasn’t proportioned right - but he found the perfect one.

Then rather than settling for a pre-arranged bouquet, he thoughtfully handpicked each individual flower, remembering all the times you had pointed out different blooms during your walks together, creating a personalized arrangement that represented all your favorites. Even with the care and attention he put into each gift selection, a nagging feeling of inadequacy crept in - everything he chose, while thoughtful, still felt too ordinary.

Bucky shook his head and paid for the items, ignoring the feeling.

Back at home, he arranged everything perfectly. He individually wrapped each item, positioning them precisely in the basket alongside the plush animal and chocolates. Taking his time with the flowers, he trimmed each stem at exactly the right angle and arranged them in the vase until the composition was just right. When Bucky finally stepped back to assess his work, his heart sank slightly, and he let out a frustrated sigh.

The entire arrangement somehow still didn't feel special or unique enough.

Alpine gracefully leapt onto the counter, her blue eyes focusing intently on the array of gifts laid out. She lowered her head, her pink nose twitching as she investigated each item curiously. "What do you think, girl...good enough?" Bucky asked softly, his fingers running through the ragdoll's silky fur as he gently stroked from her head down along her back.

After her inspection, Alpine cast one final, contemplative glance at the presents. Then, with typical cat-like indifference, she turned away from them, her fluffy tail held high like a banner as she delicately padded across the counter to the edge, and descended to the floor with one smooth leap.

"Bad, huh?" Bucky released a heavy sigh, his eyes lingering on the carefully chosen gifts as waves of uncertainty began to wash over him, his anxiety gradually creeping in and eating away at him.

He didn't have more time to wrestle with his uncertainties as the sound of keys jingling at the front door caught his attention. You made your entrance quicker than he had anticipated, your exhausted form slowly making its way through the doorway after what was clearly an demanding day at work. You kicked off your shoes in a haphazard manner, letting them land wherever they might. The weariness etched across your features told him everything he needed to know about the challenging nature of your workday.

"Hey," Bucky offered in greeting as he made his way over to you in the entryway, his mind racing as he tried to keep you from noticing the carefully prepared gifts just yet. Perhaps if he could buy himself a little more time, he might figure out something better to give you than the basic gifts.

A soft, tired grumble was all you could muster in response, though the gentle warmth in his eyes worked its magic in lifting your spirits considerably. "Hey..." you murmured an actual response, crossing the space between you to wrap your arms around his sturdy frame. He gladly hugged you back, letting you bury yourself against him.

The thought of spending the entire day at home with him had been your secret wish throughout your shift, but responsibilities couldn't be ignored. He had promised to make the evening special, and that thought alone helped you persevere through the long hours of your workday.

Bucky thought fast, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze with those intense steel-blue eyes. "How about a hot bath? I can get one ready for you, make it nice and warm - it'll be perfect for those sore muscles of yours...plus, I know you’ve been on your feet all day." He offered gently, his flesh hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face. A playful smirk slowly spread across his lips as he added, "I could even feed you some fresh strawberries while you relax..."

"Ugh, that sounds so heavenly right now..." You agreed with a soft, appreciative moan, already imagining the soothing warmth of the water and the sweet taste of cool fruit.

Bucky made his way to the bathroom, wanting to create the perfect relaxing atmosphere for you after your long day. He tested the water temperature with his flesh hand until it reached that ideal warmth you always preferred, then clogged the drain.

While the tub filled, he selected your favorite aromatherapy soap, watching as it created billowing clouds of soft, luxurious bubbles that released that soothing scent you loved so much. He also scattered rose petals across the surface - special ones he had purchased with your other gifts. They would slowly dissolve into the water, but for now they created a nice, romantic display as they rested atop the peaks of foam.

In the bedroom, you gradually shed your work uniform, letting each piece fall away with relief before walking into the bathroom to meet him. He remained unaware of your presence for a moment until he turned, and when he did, he took the chance to admire you. Bucky rose up to his full height and approached you, his hands finding their familiar place on your hips. "You're so beautiful, doll..." he murmured, his voice full of affection as he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek, before adding, "Bath's all ready..."

"It looks perfect," you replied in an equally soft and tired tone, carefully stepping into the steaming bath water and sinking down with a contented moan.

God, it felt absolutely amazing - after countless exhausting days of non-stop work, your muscles were crying out for relief. Your back and neck were especially sore from hunching over your desk for hours on end. The perfectly heated water enveloped your body like a warm hug, melting away the tension and aches that had built up over time. The chosen aromatherapy oils filled the air with a soothing blend of lavender and eucalyptus that relaxed you even further.

"Thank you, Bucky... this is... exactly what I needed," you mumbled appreciatively, slowly sinking lower into the luxurious bath until the fragrant bubble clouds rose around your shoulders like a soft blanket.

Bucky's lip quirked up with a gentle, knowing smile as he reached for a plump strawberry from the delicate pink crystal bowl beside the tub. His eyes sparkled with affection as he held the fruit up teasingly, "Of course doll... now open wide~"

"Tease," you said playfully, leaning for the strawberry he held between his fingers. You gladly accepted the offering, letting your lips brush against the plump, red fruit before taking a delicate bite. The sweetness burst across your tongue as you savored each moment, watching his expression intently. Unable to resist the temptation, you gently caught his finger between your lips, your tongue darting out to taste the lingering juice - a deliberately cheeky move to provoke a reaction.

Bucky's eyes darkened as he watched you, a knowing smile spreading slowly across his face. His fingers twitched slightly at the sensation of your tongue, and he leaned in closer. "Don't start something you can't finish, doll..." he warned in a low, honeyed voice that made you shiver, even in the steaming water. "You know exactly what'll happen. Besides, it's Valentine's Day..." He reached out to trace your jawline with his thumb, his touch feather-light and promising. "...I'll make it all about you..."

You couldn't resist the temptation that coursed through you, causing you to slowly emerge from the water just enough to delicately capture his hand between your teeth and deliver a playful nip. Your lips ghosted across his wrist and laid a kiss, "I think I wanna see what you mean..."

That's how you ended up on the bed with his face between your legs.

Your swollen, sensitive pussy being devoured by the soldier keeping your legs spread open. His tongue flatly lapped at you before he would encase your delicate clit in his lips and desperately suckle. The alternating movements kept you close enough to the brink of orgasm, but he wouldn't let you finish all the way yet.

"Bucky! Pl-please," you cried out desperately as he suctioned to your throbbing clit once more, his skilled tongue working magic against your sensitive bud. Your trembling hands clung tightly to the twisted sheets below your hips, your knuckles turning white from the intensity of your grip. Your cheeks were deeply flushed as tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over.

It felt so fucking good - Bucky always dove into you like a starved man who hadn't tasted such sweetness in decades, you were a fruit from Eden and he wouldn’t stop until he has had all of you.

Which was kind of true, until you two had started dating and everything changed. Over time, he gradually gained the confidence he needed, becoming more and more comfortable with engaging in intimate acts. The hesitation that had once held him back melted away completely, and once that newfound bravado took over, he became a passionate and attentive lover who knew exactly how to make you come undone.

Bucky growled against you, tugging you even closer as he kept his face against your folds and lapped at you repeatedly. His eyes would peek at your expression from time to time, but he mostly kept them closed, purely focusing on your taste. So sweet and delectable, you were his favorite thing to lap up and devour. He never wanted to stop. This was his favorite thing ever. Being the source of your pleasure and hearing how you whined and squirmed underneath him.

"Come for me, baby...come on. Give it to me." He muffled against you as his tongue continued to move up and down with his repetitive licks, getting your juices and making sure to run over that swollen bud.

Fuck, you were. You were going to.

You moaned loudly as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, the tense burning sensation gradually building deep in your belly while your legs trembled uncontrollably. Bucky kept a firm hold on your legs, keeping himself buried in your pussy as he continued his feast. Heat radiated outward as you began to feel your nerves come alive, electric sensations traveling from your core and flowing down through your limbs to the tips of your fingers and toes. The pressure continued mounting until finally, everything began slowly blossoming and unwinding into an overwhelming, desperate climax.

When he pulled away from your folds, his face and dark scruff were thoroughly soaked with your juices. The smug, satisfied bastard slowly licked his lips and began climbing over your shaking body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses from your sensitive belly all the way up to the crook of your neck. "Y'r so soft...god, I love every inch of you," he whispered in that husky, desire-laden voice as his lips grazed the shell of your ear.

"Bucky..." You whined needily, the desperate tone in your voice betraying just how affected you were, but you couldn't bring yourself to care - you were absolutely burning with desire for him. The delicious scratching sensation of his rough scruff against your skin felt absolutely divine, and you couldn't help but nuzzle your cheek against his strong jaw, seeking more of that friction. Your responsive action drew a knowing smile from Bucky as he pressed his body more firmly against yours, allowing his head to respond to your pressure and reaching his hand down to carefully position himself against you.

"Easy, my beautiful girl...I promise I'll give you everything you want and need. My perfect doll...just lay still for me, just like that...looking so gorgeous spread out underneath me..." He praised in that gentle, soothing voice that you normally adored, but in your current state of desperate arousal, his sweet words only served to turn you on even more. Something about it drove you insane.

When he finally breached you, your body arched off the bed and your hands immediately grabbed onto him, mindful not to claw at his heavily scarred shoulder.

The moan that escaped from between your parted lips was abruptly silenced as he captured your mouth with his own. The lingering taste of your pleasure danced on his tongue as it skillfully glided past your own, delving deeper to thoroughly explore every corner of your mouth. A deep, resonant hum of satisfaction rumbled in the soldier's chest and vibrated against your lips as he pressed into the kiss with mounting intensity, perfectly matching the quickening rhythm of the increasingly passionate snaps his hips made against you.

The gentle slapping that filled the room was drowned out by your cries of unison - the two of you spewing groans and moans of all kinds as his cockhead repeatedly kissed your cervix and coated it with his precum. The gummy walls of your tight cunt continued to squeeze and massage his cock with each little movement you made squirming beneath him and listening to his lower pitched sounds of pleasure.

"Bucky...ah, feels so good...feel so full," you whined and fell back onto the sheets, ignoring the gentle bulge that appeared beneath your skin each time he hilted himself inside you.

"So perfect for me, doll...made for me, made for my cock," he whispered with reverence, his voice thick and heavy. He leaned down, pressing hard, passionate kisses against your neck, which you willingly allowed. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your sensitive skin to him as he skillfully left a trail of bites and gentle purple bruises blooming across your flesh.

Prettier than any of those damned flowers he saw today.

"R'member when I bit all over you... 'round Christmas? I was so lost and confused back then and..nngh...all I knew was you. All I could think about was you. All I ever wanted was you...completely all to myself..." His voice came out rough and broken between desperate grunts as his hips pistoned at an increasingly frantic pace, his movements becoming more urgent with each thrust.

"Ah, yes...I remember it...you were so needy," You gasped breathlessly, a small knowing chuckle escaping your lips as you eagerly took him harder.

"Now look who's being needy...f-feel you squeezing around me so tight..." Bucky hissed through clenched teeth as he pushed even deeper inside you, his thick cock swelling noticeably with his rapidly approaching orgasm.

"Come for me, Buck Buck...I want it inside. Want you to fill me up," You reached up to him, yearning for more, pulling him down closer until you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. His silken hair cascaded down like a brilliant curtain, framing his face while he let out pants from slightly parted lips. The cool metal of his hand gripped firmly at the meat of your thigh, his touch both gentle and possessive, chilling the skin beneath it.

Bucky ducked his face down and pressed closer to you, a deep groan tore through his throat as his rapid thrusts finally stilled - you felt his thick member twitching inside you as he coated your pretty velvet walls in his cum. As his orgasm washed over him and made him thrust a few more times for good measure, the overwhelming sensation brought you to yours again.

You both panted, breathing heavily in unison as you relished in the feeling of him still tucked inside you, thick cum oozing out as you let out soft laughs together.

"That was absolutely incredible..." You breathed out in a contented sigh, your voice thick with emotion, "I love you so much..." Your lips tenderly found his in a series of gentle, loving pecks, while your fingers delicately traced patterns across his cheek, savoring the warmth of his skin.

"I love you too, babydoll. And actually, I have something special waiting for you in the kitchen..." He began, his eyes flickering towards the doorway. With a knowing smile, you gently guided his face back to yours, your fingers lingering on his jaw.

"Would that happen to be that beautiful arrangement of flowers and those decadent chocolates I spotted sat next to an adorable plushie?"

"Wait, what? How did you -"

"I saw the setup when you were preparing my bath earlier...sweetheart, you really shouldn't have gone to all this trouble. I feel terrible now." You propped yourself up slightly on your elbows, guilt evident in your voice. "Work has been so hectic lately, I didn't even manage to find time to get you anything..."

He drew you even closer into his warm embrace and gently rolled both of you onto your sides. As his softened length slipped free, you nearly whimpered at the loss of connection, you held the pout back for now. "Doll, you should know by now that I don't need fancy gifts or presents. What matters most to me is having you here, sharing these moments together.” He winked playfully before returning to a more serious tone, “You coming home to me is the greatest gift I could ask for. And you know what? The night's still young - we could curl up together and watch a movie, if you'd like..."

You smiled and nodded, letting out a soft chuckle. "That sounds wonderful, but I really think we should freshen up first...things got pretty messy and you made me feel all sticky." You whispered with a playful lilt in your voice, carefully lifting yourself from the tangled sheets. As you made your way towards the bathroom, your hips swayed flirtatiously, each step a teasing invitation. Pausing at the doorway, you glanced over your shoulder with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "C'mon baby...if you're good, I’ll do that thing you always like..."

His reaction was instantaneous.

Like a coiled spring suddenly released, Bucky leapt from the bed with the same sharp reflexes from his military days - every muscle alert and ready. His blue eyes darkened with desire as a roguish grin spread across his face. "Yes ma'am," he responded, voice husky with anticipation. In two swift strides, he crossed the room and swept you up into his strong arms, making you squeal and laugh with surprise, cradling you against his chest as he carried you eagerly toward the shower.

When your feet touched the cool tile of the bathroom floor, Bucky was already eagerly anticipating another passionate moment together, but you gently placed your hands against his firm chest, causing him to pause. Your eyes met his as you spoke softly but earnestly, "And just so you know, everything you got me was absolutely perfect. I love it all so much. You really shouldn't have gone to all this trouble - just spending the evening together would have been more than enough for me, but...everything you did get makes me feel so special. The arranged bouquet with all those beautiful flowers, the adorable plushie of my favorite animal, and those delicious chocolates...it's all too much. You are perfect."

Bucky felt an overwhelming wave of relief wash over him at your heartfelt words, the tension he hadn't even realized he'd been carrying suddenly melting away. His voice was tender, slightly hesitant as he responded, "O-oh... yeah, of course. I...I really wanted to make tonight special for you in every way possible. I picked all your favorite colors and included those specific flowers you always stop to admire during our walks together...and I made absolutely certain the chocolates only contained ingredients and flavors I know you enjoy...and found you a soft, cuddle buddy to keep you company when I have to be away." He ducked his head slightly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he added with endearing awkwardness, "Besides Alpine, of course."

"Yeah, whenever she's in one of her affectionate moods and decides it's snuggle time," you added with a gentle, warm chuckle, your eyes crinkling at the corners. He swore his heart beat faster each time he saw those delicate lines. "You are enough, Bucky." You gazed deeply into his eyes, taking in every flicker of emotion that passed through them, before offering him a tender, reassuring smile.

Your hand came up to cup his cheek as you leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, feeling the tension slowly melt away from his body as he relaxed against you. Drawing back just enough to meet his gaze again, you whispered to him with absolute conviction so he could feel the words as much as possible.

"You are always enough, and don't you ever doubt that for a second..."

Thanks for reading. -em 🌿

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dadsbongos · 2 years ago

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my type?

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summary - Yuuji Itadori is a total knockout boyfriend - the only hitch? You’re nothing like his usual type of woman, and it’s making you unsure.

warnings - 18+!, femreader with jugs and vagene, p in v sex, unrealistic car sex, specifically stated that reader is non-tall with big tits, dumbification for both parties, squirting, non-curse AU where sukuna and yuuji are brother-roommates, unprotected sex

Itadori, Yuuji was an amazing boyfriend - something straight out of a top-selling shoujo manga.

Faithful and doting and affectionate. He handed over his hoodies the moment you mentioned an unpleasant breeze, he proudly held your hand in public, and he boasted about the very act of dating you to anyone with ears. But even those displays felt backhanded, the deeper you dug into your own mind. You had no real reason to complain about the situation.

And you especially had no reason when the cause behind your complaints would be so shallow.

You had an ass in the same way that everybody else did, but nothing comparable to the pin-up poster Yuuji tore down when you two started dating. Or his celebrity fascination, Jennifer Lawrence (which also mysteriously stopped being mentioned when you two started dating).

Rather, your body was much more endowed in ways that made Nobara tease as you passed lingerie stores with hot pink lighting and black walls and heavy busts plastered in the windows. She’d snag you by the sleeve and point, just to watch how you scoff and look away.

Yuuji pointedly ignores those stores. He ignores everything in relation to them.

You’d picked this shirt just for tonight. It dips low into your cleavage, just tight enough to still push up the tender meat of your breasts. Not to mention the color - deep crimson, Yuuji’s favorite. Well, at least the closest you’ll ever get to a favorite color with his indecisive nature.

Yuuji sits across from you at the scratched table. When his eyes aren’t scavenging the conveyor belt for small, shiny, colored plates serving anything that may catch his eye, they’re on your face. And only your face.

Normally something you’d absolutely cheer over - if this were a first date, but the fact is that this is one of many dates. And after so many dates that you can’t count anymore, you’re starting to want Yuuji’s eyes to drift.

You want him to look and you want to watch him sweat and go red. You’re starting to need it.

The need only grows more apparent mere days later.

Yuuji keeps his hands stubbornly on your hips, barely making an imprint from outside your clothes. But you choose not to make a fuss since he’s otherwise fully engrossed with keeping his lips pasted to yours. Your hands are sweaty and hot on Yuuji’s cheeks, you just know they are, but he doesn’t seem to mind when he lets you hold him close and grind on him.

Yet his palms are stiff against you. They don’t feel warm or cold or clammy or moist. They just… are. He chokes back every groan and huff and you almost feel embarrassed to be letting out hitches and breathy moans so freely in comparison.

Puffing your chest out, you can feel your breasts pillowing against Yuuji and you’re hoping to tempt him to move his hands up. Under your shirt and bra with bare skin on bare skin. The idea makes you mewl, dragging your hips harder against his and further pushing out your tits for him to grope.

And suddenly, his stiff hands are picking you up off his lap, sliding you beside him on your couch. Yuuji grins, standing and swiping his hands down the legs of his sweatpants before planting a kiss on your forehead, “Sorry, gotta pee.”

“Oversharing!” you call after his retreating form.

When Yuuji returns, he sits down and rewinds the movie you two had put on earlier. He frowns and murmurs about how much the both of you missed. When you don’t turn back to the TV immediately, Yuuji smiles again and kisses your cheek.

Your gut twists unpleasantly.

And that need festers into utter desperation by just the next afternoon.

“Hey, Yuuji,” you come up from behind your boyfriend, arms dangling over the back of his couch and framing his shoulders. You place your chin on his head, staring at the intense cooking competition he’s watching, “So, I know I just got here… but! I’ve got a small, teensy errand to run.”

“Mhm?” he tilts his head back to meet your eyes, “Want me to go with you?”

His offer has you nodding, trying to smother down the bright simper he threatens to drag out of you, “Yeah, if you’re not busy.”

Sucking in air noisily through his teeth, Yuuji gestures out to the show he lazes in front of, “I dunno, babe, I am watching TV.”

“Very funny,” you back away from his couch, already heading to the door to tug your shoes on, “Just saying, you don’t have to come with if you don’t want to,” Yuuji always wants to come with, you like that about him, “Just getting some new bras.”

Your current ones are fine, but maybe a stuffy changing room is that nudge he needs.

“Oh,” your boyfriend pauses, eyes widening, “Uh. You might want to take Kugisaki for that, she’d know more than me,” he can’t even look at you, “I’m not really the kinda person you’d want around for that.”

You almost ask what he means by that, but the rejection has fried your brain to a gray, crunchy crisp. The kind of fry that looks like it could flake apart with a harsh jab. Again, that terrible, awful knotting in your stomach returns, but you carry on. Because if you claimed to no longer need this errand ran, then he might know what your scheme was - and that was far worse than whatever this hell was.

So you nod slowly and meekly call out that you love him before exiting the door. He says he loves you more.

You really wish you asked what he meant.

Finally, desperation comes to a head when you meet Yuuji’s friend - Todo, Aoi.

Todo, Aoi, who stares at you - eyes narrow as he judges each wrinkle in your clothes and jitter of your muscles - then turns to Yuuji, and asks point-blank, “Did you lie about your type, then, brother?”

Yuuji rips the hand in his pocket out and cuts it across his neck in a slicing motion, mouthing a couple of rude ‘shut up’s. You lean into Yuuji’s side, squeezing the hand he lays in yours tighter. It isn’t sweaty. And it isn’t very warm, either.

Aoi doesn’t seem very upset at the idea, “I’m happy you’re happy,” you look down at your shoes when he glances back over at you, “I was excited when I thought we had the same type.”

No, you weren’t very tall. And no, your butt wasn’t exceptionally big. You fell on the more mediocre sides of those categories, the thing you excelled in (what you thought most guys were thrilled over) was having a large bust.

“Dude!” Yuuji hits Aoi in the shoulder. Hard, “Shut up!”

He squeezes your hand so tight you think it might bruise.

“Sorry, brother,” Aoi, you were warned, was extremely unusual - little to no boundaries and almost inept at social interactions outside of fighting. He does seem sympathetic enough, turning to you, “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

It’s all so sickening. How you wish Yuuji would hurry up and show interest in shallow things. How you place personal esteem on this whole fiasco. How right Aoi is. How badly you’re letting everything affect you.

The ringing in your ears, for example. The way you no longer think you can stomach whatever Aoi was cooking tonight. The shortness of your breath.

You try to push it down. Tonight is supposed to be fun.

Yuuji shoves his friend, much more lightheartedly than his previous blow, and goes to kiss your forehead - but hesitates. His smile is uneven, “Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he squeezes your hand, “I love you,” then, apologetically, he smooths his thumb over the sore spots where he clenched your hand, “I love you so much.”

And you know that. You know it like you know your favorite movie.

Tonight was supposed to be fun.

He loves you, you know that - what you don’t know, is if he wants you. Doesn’t he get sweaty palms like you? Doesn’t he feel his intestines tie into bunches of little knots like you? Doesn’t he get all hot in the face like you? Doesn’t he want you like you want him?

It’s humiliating to imagine that he doesn’t, and the mere idea makes you so nauseous you think you might hurl at this very moment.

Maybe your boyfriend just doesn’t find you as attractive as you want him to.

Maybe you should give up this repetitive scheme.

The car is quiet, unbearably so. Your knees are angled away from Yuuji defiantly, legs pushed to the far side of your seat so it’d be a hassle for him to reach out and hold your thigh. You used to think it meant something when he did that, but now it seems as though he’s doing it out of duty. Like holding the door for someone behind you. Or offering your seat on the bus to elderly passengers. Simple acts of simple kindness.

The most basic peacekeeping, if anything.

Yuuji peeks at you without turning away from the road, hands tightening around the steering wheel, “Are you upset?”

You could be snippy. You could even opt to not respond.

But you do neither, “Yeah.”

He sighs through his nose, “Seriously, don’t listen to Todo. He doesn’t know anything.”

Now, you’re a little snippy. To point out that Aoi’s being stupid isn’t uncalled for, but to claim he doesn’t know exactly what stupid shit he’s saying is.

“He has a point.”

“Huh?” Yuuji turns his head fully to look at you, something he only does because the quiet backroad home is empty, “What’re you talking about?”

Only flickering, crooked, rusty street lamps are witness to your impending breakdown. Your boyfriend returns his stare to the road. Crickets sing outside and the wind flattens over long grass that shines under moonlight.

“Yuuji,” sinking into your seat, you ignore his eyes, “You can’t seriously say you have no idea,” he’s quiet, lips pressed thinly, “Since we met, practically everybody has known your type. I knew you had a type! It was a shock to our friends when we got together! And now that we are…”

Pulling off into the grassy plain lining your way home, Yuuji slips the key from the ignition and unclicks his seatbelt to really examine you. His eyes scramble over you, every part the sensitive, concerned boyfriend you know and treasure. He pouts, but it’s in earnest; hurt simply because you’re hurt.

“And now that we are?”

“Why don’t you look at me?”

“I look at you!” he rubs the back of his neck, now quirking a brow at you, “I look at you all the time.”

“No,” you whine like a petulant child, hands coming up to cover your face, “It’s different!”

Aoi’s words just won’t stop creeping up your spine. Yuuji setting you aside on the couch. Yuuji insisting that you bring Nobara to a lingerie store instead of him. He was lying to someone, right? Was it to Aoi or you?

But everybody had seen that poster, and everybody could hear him declare his preferences.

“It’s way different,” you’re so humiliated you’re nauseous, your voice wobbles.

Yuuji tenderly takes your wrists, dragging down your hands. His smile is squiggly, brows high to his forehead, “Talk to me, pretty girl. You want me to look at you?” you nod, “So tell me what you mean by that.”

You almost hate how soft his voice is. It makes it so hard to be upset.

“I’m not your type,” your eyes trail the way Yuuji’s fingers dance around yours, “And every time I try to… you know, get you to think of me as something other than just cute or pretty - you turn me down. I feel like you don’t find me attractive.”

“Oh, like sexually?”

“Mhmm,” you nod glumly. When he’s quiet for just a couple of seconds too long, you ask, “Did you know what I was trying to do?”

“Kind of,” Yuuji’s cheeks are growing red, eyes now abandoning your entwined hands to stare out the windshield, “I do find you attractive - that’s a little bit of the problem.”

“What?”

He sucks in a breath sharply, engulfing your hands completely with his and squeezing (much more mindfully this time), “I’m crazy about you,” he can tell you don’t believe him, “It scares me a little,” he pulls his hands away and cradles his own over his lap, “I’m worried that if I give in, I’ll scare you off… like I’m too eager or something.”

“Yuuji!” you adjust in your seat, moving sideways and finally letting your knees face your boyfriend again, “You wouldn’t scare me off by being eager about my body! That’s a good thing, right? When we’re both into each other, that’s good!”

“No, I mean,” he’s gone rouge all the way up to his ears now, a fire bright in his chest, “I want you so bad it makes me feel like all my skin’s burning. My hands get all gross and sweaty so I have to wipe them on my pants, and- and I can’t think straight,” he’s still not looking at you, but the way he’s pressing his arms down on his crotch tells you he wants to, “Even now, I think I’m going crazy just imagining you…”

You sit up on your knees, leaning over the center console just to watch your boy squirm at the invasion of space, “Imagining me?” he nods shakily, “Imagining me how?”

He whines, turning his head and pressing his scorching face into your neck, “You know how.”

“Come on, pretty boy,” you kneel over the console entirely, squeezing behind the wheel to settle on Yuuji’s lap - slapping away his hands from the growing tent in his baggy pants, “Entertain me, please?”

“Imagining you under me, on me, between my legs,” his hands fly to your hips, palms slipping up under your shirt, and, God, his palms are sweaty, “Any way you’ll have me,” you cup his cheeks and press messy kisses to his lips. Yuuji’s hands roam further up your shirt, fingertips teasing under the cups of your bra, “Any way I can see your tits.”

“I thought you were more into ass,” your bravado falls under his admission, suddenly bashful.

Yuuji closes his eyes, swallowing hard while pushing his hands under your bra, he can feel his heartbeat all the way at the back of his throat. His rough palms cupping the soft, fleshy fat on your chest, “As if that matters,” his brows knit, hips subconsciously jerking up into yours, “I’m a horny guy: my hot girlfriend has big boobs, and I’m obsessed with her big boobs.”

“Just ‘cuz you’re horny?” you tease, grinding down on the bump of his hard cock. His loose pants let him spring up under your skirt, knocking into your panty-clad cunt.

“Nah,” his eyes flutter open, sweaty palms moving around your back and clumsily unhooking your troublesome bra. It takes him three tries, “I like every part of you all the time…” the tip of his tongue parts his lips in hard concentration, “Your whole body makes me feel like I’m full of bugs.”

“‘Full of bugs?!’” you snort, lifting your arms so Yuuji can yank off your shirt and bra in one ungraceful motion.

“In a good way,” he promises, eyes locked on your heaving chest. You can hear the thick breaths he struggles through, “‘m so nervous and horny at the same time, it feels like bugs in my stomach.”

“What’re you nervous for?”

“‘Cuz I wanna make you cum, but I’m worried I’ll cream my pants before we even get to it,” he finally looks into your eyes, he smiles at you with flaming cheeks and palms at your breasts, “It was so hard making sure I kept it together… Been jerkin’ off every night thinking of you - ask Sukuna, he’ll tell you. It’s been embarrassing.”

“Augh, Yuuji!”

“It’s true!”

It makes your palms hot and sweaty, the image of him so desperate. All for you.

“Hm,” you croon, grinding against your boyfriend’s cock, back arching to press your tits closer to his face, “Yuuji...”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Yuuji sucks one of your nipples between his lips and laves it with his tongue. He bucks up against your wetting panties. Pulling away from your nipple with a soft pop, Yuuji stares up at you with another earnest, flustered pout, “Can you take it out for me?”

As if you could forget what he’s talking about, he humps you again.

“Please, take it out,” he cranes his neck to run his warm, wet tongue over your other, unattended nipple.

“Aw,” you didn’t think seeing your big, energetic boyfriend act so pathetic would set you on fire the way it does. One of your hands stretches down between you and Yuuji, wrangling down his pants with him lifting his hips to help, “Do you want me to play with your cock?”

He hums against your breast, nodding eagerly, “Yuh- yeah- ! Please?”

Your fingers wrap around the warm softness of Yuuji’s erection, thumb playfully nudging his mushroom tip’s slit. He throws his head back, ricocheting against the car seat headrest with a throaty groan.

Giggling, you lean in to kiss the sensitive spot just under Yuuji’s jaw, hand still working up Yuuji’s weeping cock, “Having a good time, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” he unwinds his arms around you to grasp your hips once again, fingers bruising at your sides, “Feels so good - so, so good…”

“Who’s making you feel good, Yuuji?”

“You!” his right thigh twitches under you, “You, you - ‘s always you!”

“Always me?”

His chuckle breaks off into a slack-jawed moan, “Said I jerk off to you every night, didn’t I?” he reaches for your wrist, “Wait, wait!”

“Were you…?” so soon?

“I told you!” now he’s the one whining like a petulant brat, “I don’t wanna cum before you, but you just make it so hard.”

So soon.

Your thighs squish around Yuuji’s, hips grinding on nothing - desperate in search of friction.

“You like that?” he sounds breathless, staring at you as you watch his bobbing cock. All red at the head and straining against your hand, “You’re so mean, babe.”

“I like it a lot,” you sit up, lips finding Yuuji’s drool-slicked ones, “I like knowing I have that effect on you.”

“Since I first saw you, I think,” he admits, hands skimming under your skirt now, “Can I… ?”

You nod, holding tightly to Yuuji’s shoulders while you lean on one leg. You could, theoretically, drag your panties down your lifted leg by yourself - but Yuuji stubbornly joins your hand all the way down to your ankle.

Before trying to slip inside you, Yuuji cups your hot sex. His chest tightens, middle finger shakily tracing along your soaked cunt. Tongue lolling back out of his mouth, Yuuji tucks your nipple back into his mouth when he inserts his finger in your hole. Trying to keep his mind as busy as possible so he can stop thinking about how badly he needs to bury himself inside you.

“Yuuji,” your breathing is ragged, already lowering yourself before he even pulls his finger out of you, “I’m so past ready.”

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles against the swell of your tit, teasing his teeth against the full flesh, “I dunno if I’ll be able to get in…” he chuckles to himself, lightheaded when he taps the head of his cock against your clit, “Might slip right out, huh?”

“Stop teasing,” you cradle Yuuji’s head to your chest, arms thrown around his neck, “You’re the mean one.”

“I know, I know,” he lowers in his seat, pressing himself finally, finally, finally inside your pussy. Your tits press even closer to his face when you gasp at the stretch, “I’ve been ignoring my poor pretty girl this whole time,” he says it so mournfully, so heartfelt, “So selfish, just thinking of my pride - I didn’t even wonder how my girl felt.”

“Ahh, Yuuji,” you moan, piercing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m sorry, pretty girl,” he pushes down on your hips, lowering you on his stiff cock until your thighs are flush with his soft pants. They’re a little wet. You don’t care much, and you don’t think Yuuji does either right now. He screws up into you, one arm tight around your waist to pull you down into his thrusts and the other hand finding your slippery clit, “I’m so sorry, angel, can you forgive me?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” his fingers work quick circles on your nerves as he fucks you and you’re barely able to scramble together the words (let alone carry those words out in a sensible form), “Yes - ah! - yes, Yuuji!”

There’s something in the way he twists his hips this time because his cock beats into a particular spot that sends white sparks through your veins. You snap back, head hanging and forcing your bouncing tits directly in Yuuji’s face. Before you can even begin to beg, your big, energetic (and maybe a little pathetic) boyfriend is already nodding to himself.

“Right there, angel?” his fingers leave your clit to press down on where his cock batters your insides, “Is that it? Want me right here?”

“Please!” you squeal, thighs quivering and lungs fresh out of air.

“Uh-huh,” he keeps nodding, head too empty to realize he doesn’t need to anymore, “Uh-huh, anything for you… fuckin’ anything…”

When your lower half burns out, Yuuji keeps you upright - fully fucking up into you at that same spot he pushes down on your tummy. The need to cum burns every nerve in your body - it burns and burns and burns until it changes.

Something fuller and more familiar - in a more daily-life kind of way.

“Ah, Yuuji,” your hands perch on his shoulders, body bouncing with the weight of Yuuji’s hips slinging into yours, “I think- ! It feels like- !”

“Talk to me, angel,” dumbly, he looks up at you, almost snickering, “‘Entertain me.’”

“Feels like ‘m gonna pee,” you try warning him, you really do.

But something behind his eyes just shines brighter, grin widening and he actually laughs, “Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck yeah,” he stares, wide-eyed, at where you’re creaming on his cock, “You gonna squirt on me, baby?” his foolish nodding quickens with his hips, “Squirt all over me, angel, I want it - want it so bad. Soak my car, oh,” his pretty mouth circles into an ‘O’ just at the thought, “Please, please soak my fucking car!”

Your head jerks back, nails digging into Yuuji’s shoulders, throat snapping raw as you cry out braindead mixtures of your boyfriend’s name and pleas for more and harder and his cum.

He moves the hand on your tummy to swish your clit and spread your mess as far as he can, mouth popping open almost instinctively just to catch stray droplets of your cum in his mouth. One day (tomorrow) he might regret (will definitely regret) intentionally making you spray cum all over his front, and even back, seats, but right now he couldn’t possibly imagine not doing it.

“‘m gonna cum,” he grits his teeth, moans choked back in his throat, “‘m gonna cum - where?” before he can ask again, you find the strength to swivel your hips down on him, “Inside?”

“Inside!” you sob, chest tight and eyes watering at the overstimulation of Yuuji still swirling a thumb on your clit, “Cum inside, Yuuji!”

“Fu- ck,” he squeezes the word out of his chest, seating you fully on his lap when his cock throbs. He juts his chin out towards you when he starts cumming, “Kiss me?”

And you waste no time throwing yourself forward to press chaste, sweet kisses on Yuuji’s drooling lips. He hums and whimpers into your mouth, greedily drinking in the taste of your lips on his. As if he’d been starved of it his entire life.

Yuuji keeps you against him, the both of you slowly coming back down to Earth.

His sopping pants are beginning to cool underneath you.

“Ugh,” you groan at the feeling, “I think we made a mistake.”

“Yeah…” Yuuji sighs, “Oh well. Can’t unfuck in the car now.”

You’re kind of dreading pulling off Yuuji’s soft cock - if you hadn’t done enough to ruin Yuuji’s pants before, then that most certainly will.

Yuuji sighs again, heartier, hands coddling your hips and tenderly rubbing circles into your bone. His eyes fall to your breasts and remain there, “I really am sorry, angel. I- I never, ever wanted you to feel like I didn’t want you.”

Because he does. Good, God, he always does.

Every time he sees you, his hands get all sweaty and his cheeks are hot and his stomach twists into jumbles of knots.

“It hurt,” you admit, “but it’s fine now,” you giggle at the idea of him apologizing over trying to be respectful, “It isn’t like you were being a dick, you know?”

“Yeah, but! Ugh!” he clenches a hand over his heart dramatically, frowning, “I hurt my girlfriend’s feelings. My sweet girl :( “

“You’re cute,” you kiss one of Yuuji’s fiery cheeks, “Okay, help me off.”

“Oh, yeah, huh,” he stretches over your shoulder to wring your panties back up your leg, “It’ll be unpleasant, but I think you need to wear these back to your apartment.”

“I’ll live,” you pick at the elastic to Yuuji’s pants and snap them back against his sweaty thigh, “Can’t be worse than this, pee pants.”

“Hey, it’s not pee,” he pouts once again tonight, “And be nice.”

You shake your head, leaning down to press your lips against Yuuji’s once again. Soaking in the taste like you’d been starved of it your entire life, “Never.”

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mariasont · 1 year ago

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Spoiled - A.H

a/n: felt feral writing this hope y'all enjoy it as much as i did

think im ovulating or something YALL IDK

anyhow happy reading let me know what yall think 🤭

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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: in which hotch overhears your conversation with penelope and decides to do something about it

warnings: 18+ MDNI, phone sex!, sex toy!, fem solo masturbation, penelope being a little instigator lmao, dirty talk, soft dom!hotch, established relationship, honestly a little bit of angst whoops, reader is slightly dramatic like hotch has been gone for prob 5 hours STAND UP!

wc: 3.3k

"Penelope Grace Garcia!"

Her comment earned her the full government name, igniting a burst of laughter that you attempt to smother behind your hand. Sinking deeper into the couch, you dismiss the absurdity with a shake of your head. You even find yourself glancing over your shoulder even though you know no one is home.

"You know, I really shouldn't be telling you this, but trust me, that's the least of our worries in this relationship."

"Look, whatever floats your love boat or rocks your bed frame is strictly your business," she comments as if that were the most casual thing to say.

You giggle, a warmth spreading through you as you tread across the kitchen tiles, the phone pressed against your ear.

"Oh my god, Pen," you let out a laugh, feeling a soft crimson spread across your cheeks, while your thighs swell with the thoughts of your doting boyfriend. "No, no, like I said we're more than okay in that department. It just gets, well, lonely when he's away."

Your hand curls around the neck of your favorite bottle of red, easing the cork free with a satisfying pop. The liquid swirls into the glass, a little more than probably necessary, as the gentle hiss of water beginning to simmer breaks through the kitchen.

"You, my dear, are a saint among mortals."

"Well, he makes it easy," you shrug, pouring the rice into the bubbling pot, a cloud of steam rising to paint the windows.

"Honestly, I don't know how you manage. I'd be itching for it, especially if it's as good as you say," Penelope admits with a dramatic sigh.

You laugh, propping the phone against the backsplash, its speaker projecting the conversation into the room. Aaron stands just out of sight, unnoticed, taking in your every syllable.

"When he gets back, trust me, every second apart seems like a small price to pay."

"Ever thought about getting yourself a toy? You know, for those long nights?" Penelope hints not (at all) so slyly.

The wine almost sprays from your mouth as you stifle a surprised splutter. Aaron, still unseen, raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, um, no, I haven't really considered... a toy," you murmur, cheeks burning. You clear your throat, pretending to be engrossed in the simmering pot. "Aaron might have an opinion on that, I guess."

Your attempt at nonchalance was failing, you definitely knew that.

Aaron rested casually against the door frame, a soft smile touching his lips at the sound of your bashful laughter. He'd always had a soft spot for the way your cheeks bloom with color--a sight he wasn't afraid to go great lengths to witness. The idea of a toy seemed to pique his curiosity, drawing a pensive frown as his attention stayed fixed on you for a moment longer.

He slips away silently, his steps carrying him to the front door as you continue your conversation with Penelope.

The call disconnects with a soft click, and you're left in the quiet of the kitchen, unwittingly promising to keep Penelope updated. Turning back to the stove, you stir the sauce with a distracted hand, your lips downturned. Aaron should have been home by now.

The dining table is set, candles flickering, their glow falling on the chair he's yet to fill. You let out a sigh, stealing another look at the ticking clock. The food is ready, but with each passing minute, it grows cooler, just the unfamiliar feeling of disappointment settling in your chest.

The audible twist of the key catches your attention, and you can't help but glance over your shoulder. Aaron walks in, his lips curving into a smile upon seeing you.

"Hi, my gorgeous girl," he greets, his voice a familiar sound that kindles a familiar flutter into your heart.

He places his briefcase down, the sound muted, and as he approaches, his lips brush a tender kiss against your temple. The annoyance that had been bubbling inside you melts away with his touch. Damn him.

You turn to him, a sheepish "Hi" fluttering out, your cheeks tinged with heat. It's a feeling that's always fresh, the way he still makes you feel like you're back in high school, hearts doodled in the margins of your notebook.

Aaron settles into his chair, the soft scrape of wood against the tile following his movements.

"Sorry 'M late," he offers, his tone warm, appreciative. "Everything looks and smells wonderful, honey. Thank you."

His fingers gently sweep a loose strand of hair from your face, his smile softening you, disarming you. He's so beautiful.

"You're welcome," you reply, your cheeks growing warmer with each word. "And, um, I hope it's okay. It might be a bit cold. I thought...I guess I assumed you'd be home sooner."

You voice trails off, leaving behind a trail of embarrassed concern, wondering if perhaps you'd somehow overstepped.

Aaron looks at you, his eyes turning kind as he discerns the unease on your face.

"I'm sorry, baby, got held up with a little errand." He bites into the food, and a gratified hum indicates his approval. "This is delicious."

You find yourself beaming at the praise. He had a talent for that--praising you, almost as if he'd made it his life mission. This was a first for you in a relationship, and it's exactly why the late nights and time spent alone didn't weigh so heavily.

After dinner, you're rinsing off the plates when Aaron's hands draw you close, his hands claiming your waist, the heat of his palms radiating through the fabric of your shirt. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"Let me help with that. You're spoiling me," he insists, his words spoken into your damp skin.

You lean back into his embrace, his chest flush against your back.

"I like taking care of you," you admit, heart skipping a beat under the weight of his gaze, the softness in his eyes dissolving your concentration on the task at hand.

A deep, affectionate groan escapes Aaron as he pulls you even closer. But all good things come to an end, and the ringing of his phone seems like an icy intrusion, like a sudden draft into the kitchen.

"Hotchner," he answers, and even though the word leaves his lips, his fingers gently sketch patterns across your hip.

You feel your heart sink. When he hangs up, his eyes lock with yours, brimming with an apology he doesn't voice. It's unnecessary, you already know.

"A case?" You hate how small your voice sounds, dipped in an understanding you wish you didn't have.

He nods, a simple stupid gesture that sends a lump of disappointment soaring up your throat, which you desperately try to swallow down.

"Okay... just, be careful, okay? I'll miss you."

"And I'll miss you, angel. Be good for me."

There's a hollowness in the house that follows you through each room. You were well aware of Aaron's demanding job when you started dating--the unpredictable schedule, the sudden departures, the cases that required his immediate attention. Still, this awareness did nothing to soften to sting of his absence. At all.

You found yourself wandering aimlessly, picking up a book only to set it down unread, starting a movie but not really watching. Eventually, you ended up in the bedroom, his bedroom, where the subtle scent of his cologne lingers. It's both comforting and heart-wrenching. God, you felt like you were being so dramatic.

You climb into the bed, the sheets cool against your skin, too big and empty without him. Your eyes darts to the phone resting on the nightstand. You've always been careful not to disturb him while he's working, but tonight felt different.

With a trembling hand, you pick up the phone, your thumb hovering indecisively over the screen. Reluctantly, you returned it to its place. There was no point in bothering him.

A sudden draft sent a shiver up your spine, reminding you of the blanket Hotch had bought for you a couple months ago. You sighed, rising from the bed and moving to the closet.

But your eyes skipped over the blanket, instead fixating on a shiny pink bag tucked away in a secluded corner. Compelled by a spike of curiosity, you grabbed the bag and pulled it open. Your eyes widened, cheeks burning with a sudden flush as you placed it on the bed. How long had this been hiding here? And the timing--just after your conversation with Penelope--felt almost too uncanny.

You went back to your phone.

The message was simple. You hit send before you can second-guess yourself.

Almost immediately, your phone vibrated--Aaron's name illuminated the screen. You answer, and his voice was there, infused with immediate concern.

"Hi honey. You okay?" His question was straightforward, cutting through the noise.

You nodded, forgetting for a moment he couldn't see you. Shifting on the bed, you said softly, "Um, yeah, I'm fine. I didn't mean to bother you. Is it a bad time?"

His response is quick. "You could never bother me."

A blush flares on your cheeks, and a smile instinctively forms. You fidget on the bed, the sheets sighing with your movements, sounds that don't escape Aaron's attentive detection.

"Can't seem to find the right spot without me there, huh?"

"I can't seem to do a lot of things without you here," you grumble under your breath, intended more for yourself than for him. The bed emits a soft creak as you turn again, your breath hitching in a pout that he can almost see through the phone. "Aaron, I found something in the closet..."

You lost your words, fingertips tracing the toy's edge, as you fumbled with the strings of your shorts.

"Hmm? Care to enlighten me."

"You know."

You weren't in the mood for his teasing, because you knew he knew. You could sense his smugness, his voice dripping into that familiar, velvety register that prompted your lips to purse.

"I don't know, sweetheart."

Once again, you found yourself stirring against the linen, nibbling on your lip as a wave of exasperation washed over you, your eyes rolling into their sockets.

"Where are you?"

"Just got to my hotel room." You could hear the subtle movements in the background, accompanied by the soft groans of the mattress under his weight. "What did you find in the closet that was so urgent you needed to text me in the middle of my case?"

Your face was warm. "You said it wasn't a bother."

"And I meant it, now spell it out for me."

Your hands cautiously pushed over the toy, examining its buttons and sides. Subconsciously, your tongue swept over your top teeth. You lowered your voice as though someone else might overhear.

"The toy...is it for me? I mean, I would hope so. If not, well, we'd have a rather awkward issue."

"Yes, it's for you, baby."

You stifled a grin. How could he have known? That profiling business was really no joke.

"Why?"

His muffled chuckle filtered through, and you could almost see the flash of his pearly whites. You really missed him, so much so that you were conjuring vision of his mouth of his on places that should not be said aloud.

"I just want to make sure my best girl is taken care of when I'm not home." You could practically hear the smirk on his lips.

You were deep in your fantasy now, your free hand sliding down your shorts as you envisioned him propped against the headboard of his hotel bed, tie hanging loosely, hair tousled just so.

"I'm always taken care of by you, Aaron," you said quietly.

You didn't know how to go about this, whatever this even was. You were treading into unknown territory; never having had phone sex with Aaron--or anyone for that matter. It was a far cry from the occasional suggestive text.

"That's right." His voice flowed like honey in your ear, causing a shiver as your finger skimmed over your underwear, your breathing momentarily faltering. "You're going to be well taken care of for the rest of your life, yeah?"

"Yeah."

You could hardly breathe, squirming against your own touch, glancing over at the toy that sat beside your hip.

"I want you to know how much I appreciate your patience. You're a good girl, honey. Far too good for me." You weren't. It was the other way around; you didn't deserve him. You told yourself that every day. "I know you get lonely, and I know it's something you'd never admit to."

"Aaron..."

He didn't let you finish. "Why don't you tell me what you're doing right now?"

Your actions came to an abrupt standstill, thumb suspended above your clothed clit. You entertained the thought that this FBI gig might have been a front for a psychic, maybe one of those fortune teller types.

You were mumbling into your sleeve, a private conversation with the threads. "Just...um, well it's hardly worth mentioning, honestly."

Wow you're sure you fooled him.

"I'm not fond of dishonesty." The low rumble of his voice sent a tremor through your core. "I'm giving you a final chance. Tell me what you're doing, sweetheart."

A hard swallow passed your throat, your thumb rubbing idle circles into the band of flesh on your hip.

"Well, I, uh, was touching myself." The words felt as awkward as they sounded, an internal wince accompanying each syllable at how unsexy you were speaking.

"Where, sweetheart?"

You exhaled sharply at the question, heavy with exasperation at his insistence on drawing this out. But the slickness between your legs was undeniable. Your hand slid back to the delicate skin between your thighs.

"Aaron, please," you breathed out so faintly it was almost inaudible.

He was playing a cruel game, and he knew it. You hardly cussed let alone talk about your lady parts so openly.

"I hope I've never given you a reason to feel judged, honey." There was a sweetness in his voice that masked his darker intentions. "Just tell me where. I want to help."

Your tongue flicked nervously across your lip, your finger dipping into the valley of your folds as you mulled over his offer. You were wet, far more than you had anticipated, practically coating your thighs in the process.

"No, 'course not," you said softly, biting back a sigh as your thumb worked slowly against your inflamed clit. "It's just, you're so far, Aaron."

"Why do you think I got you that toy?" Your gaze darted to the pink thing, resting against your hip. "I want you to use it. I'll walk you through it, just like I would in person."

You could melt. You could liquefy into nothingness on the spot. Your fingers pressed more urgently against yourself, a deep-seated wish for him to be here surfacing, knowing all the while it was a baseless hope.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"There you go, that's my girl."

You couldn't hold back the whimper that fell from your lips as you arched against the bed, fingers diving into your cunt.

"My needy girl," he repeated, his laughter resonating with a patronizing tone that oddly egged you on. "Alright, can you pick up the toy for me?"

You wedged the phone snugly between your shoulder and ear, your hand closing around the pink, curved object, scrutinizing its every detail with careful eyes.

"Okay."

It was big, not as big as Aaron, but its dimensions were nonetheless imposing. You felt your chest heave in anticipation, waiting for his instructions.

His silence was stretching your patience thin. You turned it on, and it came to life, watching as it vibrated, the soft buzz permeating the space. You let it trail over your stomach, fabric gathering as your shirt rode up. Nearing your clit, you braced, taking in a quick breath.

But that breath was released in a strangled moan as you pushed the toy firmly into your sopping hole, legs spreading expansively as a taut sensation gripped your center.

"Did I say you could use it already?" he questioned, his tongue clicking in disapproval as you strained against the device, the second prong vibrations coursing against your nub, your whole-body jerking in response.

"N-No, 'M sorry," you panted, your focus narrowing as you pushed to toy in and out, your lips rounding into an 'o'. "It feels really good, Aar."

"I'm sure it does, baby," he teased, his voice carrying a certainty that your own lacked. "Let me hear you fuck yourself with it.

You loved hearing him curse, it was rare, and usually reserved for intimate moments like this. It fueled your actions, your wrist quickening, driving the device deeper, your stomach twisting in tight knots, a loud moan escaping unrestrained, suddenly you were thankful for the distance between Aaron's house and the next.

It felt so good, and yet somehow still not comparable to how it was with Aaron. Weren't you spoiled?

"Miss you so much," you slurred, your movements stuttering as the device worked your body in ways you didn't know were possible.

"Miss you too, angel. You're doing so good."

"Can you, ah, come home, p-please?"

You weren't even sure of what you were saying, all your thoughts on chasing your high and pretending the toy was Aaron's cock. Thinking about how he'd fill you up right now, how he'd press you to the mattress, how his body would cover yours.

"Your present isn't enough?" His tone was taunting, your eyes welling with tears, clouding your vision as your hips bucked against the toy. "That's a shame, sweetheart, think maybe you've been a little spoiled. You can't have my cock all the time."

You were completely dazed, his sentences barely making their way through the fog as you'd like them to. You were crying, you think, hot and relentless tears carving a path down your face as you fucked yourself harder against the toy.

The noises coming from your pussy were obscene, soaked and squishing as you tried to respond to Aaron, but nothing but small hiccups were escaping your mouth.

"It's okay, baby, I know. You're doing so good for me. I can hear it."

Your cheeks and ears flared with a heat that spelled out your shame, but it was the least of your concerns. Your walls tightened against the device, the pressure on your clit suddenly all too much and not enough at the same time. Gasping for air, your breaths came out in uneven bursts. When you tried to call out Aaron's name, it emerged as nothing more than a choked sob.

"C-Can I? Please, need to so bad." You weren't entirely convinced you were speaking English, but Aaron understood.

"Go ahead, sweetheart."

That was all you needed. Your cunt contracted again before vaulting over the edge, nearly losing consciousness in the process, a string of moans and half-said words pouring out of your lips.

You could hear the sound of his voice, but the words were just out of reach, not fully making sense. You felt your body twitch, and you blinked deliberately, once, twice, three times, in an effort to reconnect your body to your mind.

"You're so good, baby. So good. Miss you so much."

You pulled the toy, now soaked, from yourself, cringing at the lewd sound as you laid it beside you, making a mental note to wash the sheets later. Although if Aaron had his way that wouldn't happen.

"I miss you." You hated the way your voice betrayed ever emotion you had.

"Need you to go pee for me, sweetheart."

He sounded so soft and tired, but somehow still present. You let out a soft snicker as you curled onto your side.

"Can't move my legs," you mumbled, the sound muffled by the way your cheek was squished into the pillow. "Need you to come carry me."

His laugh was something you wished you could bottle up. "Spoiled."

"And who's to blame for that?" You were ready for his witty retort, but it was cut short by the sudden flash of your phone. You squinted at the caller ID. "Sorry, Penelope is calling me, can I call you back in a second?"

"Course, honey. Thank her for the idea, yeah?" Your mouth fell open as you scrambled for the right words. Of course he had heard. "Also, I plan on spending a few solid hours fucking you when I get home, so I suggest you get some rest."

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blushpawss · 7 months ago

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needy in public

warning: fluff + pet names — soft!sylus becomes clingy and touchy with you in public 🩷 + him asking for consent.

main acc: @sushiyuzu

you were walking with sylus at night, enjoying the busy market. there were colorful lights hanging above, people were talking and laughing, and the smell of tasty food was everywhere. your clothes moved in the soft wind, and you felt very happy.

sylus stayed close to you all night, like a lost pup, his big hand always near your small ones. you didn’t mind; he was usually protective, but tonight? he was sticking even closer. as you walked, he gently pulled on your hand, bringing you a little closer to him.

“stay close, kitten,” he whispered softly. his red eyes looked down at you with a warm smile. his silver hair shined under the market lights, making him look even more striking than usual.

you giggled, squeezing his hand. “i’m not going anywhere, sylus.”

he smiled, but you saw he wanted more than just holding your hand. he moved closer, putting his arm over your shoulders and pulling you by his side. it was sweet how he always wanted to be near you, but tonight, he was even more cuddly than usual.

“you okay?” you asked, looking up at him as you walked together.

he nodded, his hand moving from your shoulder to gently hold your waist. “yeah, just... i like having you close,” he said softly. his gentle voice made your heart feel warm and happy.

as you walked through the market, he kept his arm around you, holding you close so you wouldn’t go too far. every now and then, he’d pull you even closer, like he didn’t want any space between you. you smiled to yourself; thinking how sweet it was that he wanted to be close tonight.

you stopped at a stall to look at a cute little trinket, but before you could pick it up, sylus leaned down and rested his chin on your head. his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. you felt surprised, feeling him hug you like that in public, but it made you feel warm and safe.

“what are you doing?” you asked with a little laugh, feeling his arms gently give you a squeeze.

“just want to hold you,” he said, his voice low and content. “is that okay?”

you couldn’t help but feel happy at his words. sylus didn’t usually get this cuddly in public, but you liked it. his warmth against your back felt like being wrapped in the coziest blanket.

“of course, it’s okay,” you whispered, leaning back into him.

he hummed softly in response, and his breath tickled the top of your head. for a moment, you just stood there in his arms while everything else moved around you. it felt like you were in your own little bubble, cozy and warm in sylus’ hug.

“you’re so cute when you’re clingy,” you teased lightly, tilting your head to look up at him.

his crimson eyes sparkled, and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “i just can’t help it,” he murmured. “you’re my favorite person to hold.”

his red eyes sparkled, and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the top of your head. “i can’t help it,” he said softly. “you’re my favorite person to hold.”

his red eyes sparkled as he leaned down, turning you around gently to face him. his hands rested on your waist. his silver hair framed his face nicely, and his eyes looked at you with so much love that it made you feel warm inside.

“i know we’re out in public,” he said softly, his thumb brushing gently along your side, “but i don’t care. i just want to be close to you. is that okay, sweetie?”

you nodded, feeling your heart skip a beat at how sweet he was being. “it’s more than okay,” you whispered.

he smiled, his hand coming up to cup your cheek gently, his thumb stroking the soft skin there. “good,” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. “because i’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

he wasn’t joking. all night, sylus stayed close to you, holding your hand, putting his arm around your waist, and giving you soft hugs whenever he could. even when you stopped at another stand, he stood behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, with his arms wrapped around you.

“you’re so clingy tonight,” you teased again, though you couldn’t stop the smile on your face.

sylus just hummed in response, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “i know,” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “but i don’t mind. i just love being with you.”

and you loved being with him, too. you enjoyed feeling his warmth, his gentle touches, and how he made you feel like you were the most important person in the world.

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mangooes · 26 days ago

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Cookies to share (or hoard in Sylus's case)

Sylus woke up with a low growl.

Last night’s business dealings were messy. Blood on his boots, cracked knuckles, and an annoying dagger graze across his side — not that it hurt, but it stung his ego. And to top it all off, when he rolled over to pull his kitten into his arms, the space beside him was already cold and empty.

"...She's gone," he muttered, voice still hoarse. Crimson eyes fluttered open to the dim golden light creeping in from the curtains. A faint scent lingered in the air.

Sugar? Vanilla? (Name)?

He blinked once before sitting up lazily, white hair messier than usual. That’s when his gaze landed on the nightstand. A small box, neatly wrapped with a crimson ribbon — his favorite color — sat there proudly, beside a folded note written in a familiar curly scrawl.

“Morning sleepyhead ♡ I made cookies last night while you were passed out — I hope you like them. I worked super hard on them, so if they’re burnt it’s because I was thinking about your face and got distracted (you’re welcome). P.S. Share with Luke and Kieran. Or don’t. I won’t tell. – Your wife 💋”

Sylus stared at the note, a soft puff of a laugh slipping through his lips. His heart squeezed.

He opened the box.

Rows of uneven but beautifully golden cookies—still warm with her love. The edges weren’t perfect. Some had slightly crooked smiles drawn in chocolate chips. But to him?

They were perfect.

His hoard.

“Share with Luke and Kieran, huh?” he mused, popping one into his mouth. “...No.”

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The front door clicked open as (Name) stepped inside, grocery bags in hand, humming to herself. She didn’t even get three steps in before a pair of strong arms snaked around her waist from behind.

“Welcome home, kitten.”

She yelped. “Ah! You scared me!”

“Mm. Good.” He leaned down, burying his nose into the crook of her neck, sighing contentedly. “You smell like flour. And frosting. You make cookies for another man, sweetie?”

She snorted. “You’re such a jealous beast!”

His crimson eyes glinted. “Am I wrong?”

She turned to face him, poking his chest. “I asked if you liked them. The cookies.”

A slow smirk curled on his lips. “Liked them?” he whispered. “I’m hoarding them, sweetie. No one else gets so much as a crumb.”

“You didn’t share any with the twins?” she asked, half-guilty, half-amused.

“They can get their own wives to bake for them, if they ever marry one.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a single, slightly crushed cookie — saved, no doubt, from earlier that day.

Before she could react, Sylus took a small bite from one side, the cookie still warm from his touch. Then, with wicked smoothness, he leaned in — cookie still between his teeth — and held it out to her.

She blinked. “Are you—”

“Go on,” he purred. “You worked hard on them, didn’t you?”

Face red, she leaned forward to take a bite from the other side. Their lips brushed in the middle — a shared cookie, a shared moment, a shared blush.

As she pulled back, Sylus smirked. “Mmm… tastes better on your lips.”

She shoved his chest playfully. “You’re the worst!”

He caught her wrist and reeled her in again, voice low and teasing in her ear, “No, kitten. I’m your worst. And your favorite.”

I baked cookies today! :3 so i wrote this chpt inspired by it and dang baking is rlly hard. ANYWAYS THE NEW TRAILER WOHO SYLUS BIRTHDAY MY BABY BOY'S BIRTHDAY SDAKDNSAKJDNAK IM SO EXCITED OMG OMG OMGOMG

#lnds #love and deepspace #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #sylus x you #love and deepspace sylus #qin che #lads sylus #sylus

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mandarinmoons · 8 months ago

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Hello, how about Spencer with an outdoorsy reader. She is always on hikes and goes on long backpacking trips when he’s out of town for a case. Mostly because Spencer isn’t the hiking type.

Anyways what if when she’s just on a day trip while he’s working a local case and she finds a body. She calls him immediately and that’s when the team discovers Spencer has a girlfriend and she’s not what they expected.

I love this idea! x

The morning sun shone through the window as you were sitting by the kitchen table, admiring the dew drops on the glass and the gentle sound of the birds singing outside. It looked to be a perfect morning and with the air feeling so crisp and fresh, you were excited to go on the small hike you had been planning for the past few weeks. Work had been hectic and a little retreat to one of your favorite places was just what you needed.

After getting dressed, filling your water bottle and packing some snacks you took off to your destination. You thought about getting your boyfriend Spencer to tag along with you, but knowing how that went down last time, and that he was working, you had to enjoy the trails all by yourself this time.

“Spence, c’mon! We’re nearly there!”

You looked behind your shoulder to see how far behind Spencer was. You stopped and waited for a minute before you saw the lanky man in your view, breathing heavily and holding tightly onto the straps of his backpack.

“Hold on for a moment. I gotta…”

Spencer leans against the side of a tree, his face red and sweaty, even if he regularly chases down unsubs he’s clearly not used to hiking down these long trails.

Walking beside him, you offered your water to him, which he downed nearly half of it.

“How do you do this every week?”

“Practice my love, it takes practice.”

Chuckling to yourself at the memory, you walked ahead and took your time to admire the scenery around you.

It was nearing the end of summer and the leaves had already started to change colors and fall away from their branches, leaving them bare and withered.

Taking a few steps away from the route, you headed down your usual secret path to a small cliff that showed off a beautiful view to the town, a scene you were almost sure only you knew about.

Carefully making your way up the hill, you stopped in your tracks when you saw what seemed to be a shoe sticking out from the side of a bush.

Don’t let this be what I think it is

You were reminded of the case Spencer was working on and the details he shared with you flashed through your mind.

“Women in their late twenties to early thirties have been found dead in secluded areas, out in the woods and paths.”

You knew that with dating an FBI agent there was bound to be a moment where his work would entangle with your life, but you never expected it to happen in this way.

Slowly walking over to the foliage, your worst fears were brought to life when you saw a hand peek through the branches, covered in a crimson sheen, which was undoubtedly blood.

Trying to control your breathing, you pulled out your phone and dialed Spencer’s number. When the call connected through, your tongue went numb and you tried to figure out a way to explain your situation, which seemed impossible.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you there?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m here.”

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“No… no, Spencer I’m not-”, your breathing picked up and your head started to spin. You sat down on the ground to try and ground yourself a bit, breathing in and out through your nose to fight off the dizziness.

“Y/N, where are you?”

“I’m on the trail… Spencer, I think I found a body.”

The blinking lights on the police cars blinded you as you watched by the sidelines, a detective questioning you about how you made your discovery.

The longer you were questioned the more you felt the energy leave your being. Spencer took notice in your demeanor and quickly pulled you to his side as soon as the last of the questions were answered.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Tired.”

Spencer nodded and ran his palms over your arms, you weren’t cold and yet you weren’t able to stop shaking the entirety of the time you were interviewed.

“They’re about to wrap up the body and then we can go home, okay?”

Nodding as a response, Spencer guided you along to the car and let you be by yourself for a moment while he talked over details with his team.

Nearing his team mates, the last thing Spencer expected to see was a grin on some people’s faces.

“So, you and nature girl, huh?”

Derek was always one to make a quip over Spencer, which he didn’t mind, but regarding how everyone found out about this during such grim circumstances, now wasn’t the best time for jokes.

During the time Spencer was away, you managed to get comfy enough to close your eyes and get some snooze, but that was cut short by the engine being turned on and your seatbelt being clicked on.

“It’s okay, we’re going home.”

The car ride home was silent. Spencer would occasionally ask what you’d want when you arrived, but you didn’t have the energy to reply to him and simply replied back with either a nod or shake of your head.

You hadn’t felt this drained in a while. When arriving home you didn’t even have the energy to step out of the car and Spencer made his way to scoop you into his arms and carry you inside.

Inside the house, Spencer crouched down and took off your shoes for you, you looked down on him as his hands carefully undid the laces and slipped the shoes off, the gentleness making your heart clench.

“I’ll go make you some tea and we’ll lie down for a bit, how does that sound?”

Spencer looked up and his eyes met your glassy ones, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

“Oh honey,” standing up and taking you into his embrace, the tears took over and spilled over your cheeks as the distraught you faced today could no longer be hidden.

“How can anyone be that cruel?”

“I don’t know, angel.”

But that was a lie, Spencer did know how someone could be that cruel. In fact, he could list out the exact chemical reactions that needed to happen in someone’s brain in order for someone to behave in such an animalistic way, but he knew not to speak of them, at least not in this moment, because ignorance was bliss, and he did not want the only innocent miracle in his life to be tainted with the sorrows of his job, or should he say his primary life.

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amazingwriter101 · 5 months ago

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🎀Random Astrology Notes🎀

Hiii! It's been so long since the last time I posted (I was so busy at uni) I hope everyone is doing fine! 💙 Here's my random astro notes/observation 💋

🎀 Venus in Aquarius are likely attracted to someone who is intellectually stimulating, unconventional, and values independence. This placement desires a partner who embraces uniqueness, is open-minded, and engages in deep, thoughtful conversations. So someone who respects personal freedom and enjoys exploring new ideas will appeal to this placement.

🎀 Someone with Juno in Sagittarius seeks a lifelong/long-term partner who is adventurous, optimistic, and growth-oriented. Someone who shares a passion for travel, learning, and expanding horizons would be ideal. They value truth, honesty, freedom,and a relationship filled with excitement and exploration.

🎀 People with Water Rising + Earth Sun (especially Scorpio Risings) can leave a strong first impression. They will most likely come across as someone who is intense, ambitious, and confident with a hint of rebelliousness. Their aura feels like a combination of mystery, authority, charisma, and boldness.

🎀 Moon in Virgo is probably the perfectionist of the zodiac who can't relax until everything is labeled, organized, and sanitized. Your idea of emotional security? A perfectly curated to-do list and color-coded spreadsheets for feelings and activities. One of the best people to give constructive criticism (unless you're very sensitive, believe me their words can hurt even tho most of the time they don't mean to hurt you.) They see emotions are just puzzles waiting to be solved.

🎀 Leo Moon + Scorpio Rising = walking contradiction. Their duality is wild. Enigmatic, mysterious, private mask with the scorpio rising while the leo moon screams for applause, admiration and center of attention. it's like "Hey, notice me but don't make it obvious." "look but don't touch." such a power play.

🎀 Venus in Pisces is the hopeless romantic that probably see red flags as a beautiful shade of crimson and admire it. Stop saying you can fix someone, you can't! Please stop falling for potentials and trying to save individuals who doesn't even want to be saved. Forget the "Love is sacrifice", you're not their therapist, and martyrdom isn't sexy.

🎀 Venus in Leo folks love to make an entrance—they’re like DIVA of relationships. They expect their partners to shower them with attention, affection, and maybe a red carpet once in a while. If they’re not getting enough adoration, they might just start singing “Single Ladies” to themselves.

🎀 Moon in Aquarius person feels more at home in a group chat about physics than on a cozy night in with a romantic partner. They’re super into ideas, innovation, and making a difference—but don't ask them to express their feelings too much. You might get a "let's analyze this emotionally" instead of a hug. Might not work with someone who wants a lovey-dovey affectionate relationship.

🎀 Saturn in Taurus is the person who buys the most reliable, sturdy chair at the furniture store... and then waits 20 years to get a new one because "it’s perfectly fine." They have an unshakable commitment to stability and material comfort, but they might be a little too attached to their "favorite" blanket—don’t even think about touching it.

🎀 Venus Conjunct Mars in natal chart is like the romantic-comedy genre. The chemistry is palpable, and there’s a lot of flirtation, passion, and energy flying around. They’re the kind of person who can turn a quick coffee date into a whirlwind romance—and probably end up with matching tattoos by the end of the week.

🎀 Venus in Aquarius is the quirky, "I’m not like other people" type of lover. They’re attracted to what’s unique, eccentric, or revolutionary. Their idea of a perfect date might involve a debate about the future of technology or attending an avant-garde art exhibit. Forget the traditional romantic gestures—they’d rather build a robot together.

🎀 Venus in Taurus is the ultimate “Netflix and chill” person—literally. If you know the tiktoker that lives the fancy life, eating steak, travelling and enjoying? That's a good definition of Taurus and their ideal life. They value comfort, stability, and all the luxuries of life, especially good food and soft blankets. They’ll adore you with cuddles, gifts, and the finest chocolate—because who wouldn’t want to spoil their lover with cozy indulgences? But if you try to rush them, you might find yourself in a battle of wills. They prefer slow, steady love that’s built to last… with a side of gourmet snacks.

🎀 Venus in Cancer is a cuddly, emotional romantic 🦀 who wants to build a cozy home with their partner—and maybe a family of cats while they’re at it. They’re deeply sentimental and love making their loved ones feel cared for with homemade meals and personalized gestures. If you can make them feel safe, you’ll have their heart forever. Just don’t mess with their emotional boundaries, because they’re like a fortress when it comes to protecting their feelings.

🎀 Venus in Aries is like the spark that lights the fire of romance. They fall fast and love fiercely, but their attention span can be as short as a Snapchat story. The thrill of the chase is their thing—so, if you're playing hard to get, you're already ahead of the game. Once they're in a relationship, expect passionate moments, spontaneous adventures, and lots of energy.

🎀 Mars in Taurus is like the bulldozer of the zodiac—slow and steady, but extremely determined. They have an impressive amount of stamina and will stick with a task until it’s done right. Unlike the fiery Aries, Taurus likes to take their time and get things done with quality. Want them to rush? Good luck! They’ll just give you the side-eye and continue on at their own pace. But if you need someone reliable who’s not going to give up, this is your person.

🎀 Mars in Virgo is like a military general with a perfectly organized schedule. These folks are action-oriented, but they’re not impulsive—they want to make sure that every detail is sorted before they go charging ahead. They’re fantastic at problem-solving, and they approach challenges with a calm, methodical attitude. They’re not about drama—they’re about efficiency. But be warned: they might become slightly perfectionistic and a little too focused on the fine print, which could slow things down.

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eclipixels · 3 months ago

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Auction

Sylus x reader

Content: Sylus and you are on a mission at yet another auction, but things get heated and messy when one of the high-profile men there takes an interest to you

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Sylus let out a dramatic sigh, laced with playful teasing. "Well, well, who do we have here, all dressed up so elegantly? Could it be you, Y/n?"

"No, it's me, Mephisto the bird," you deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to give you a compliment," he muttered, only for you to giggle in response.

His smirk deepened as his gaze swept over you. "A maroon dress, my favorite color. Now, how did you manage to figure that out?" He extended his arm toward you.

Linking your arm with his, you mused, "Hmm, maybe it had something to do with that fit you threw when Kieran and Luke told you they only had blue available for your weapon touch-ups?"

Sylus huffed. "Battle recognition is just as crucial as anything else, Y/n. How else would my men immediately know it was me?"

"Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you're the only one whose evol shrouds them in red mist?" you quipped.

"Whatever," he dismissed with a shake of his head, but his expression softened. With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his voice warm. "I just wanted to tell you that you look absolutely ethereal tonight."

A warm blush crept onto your cheeks as you smiled. No matter how effortlessly his teasing could get under your skin, he always knew precisely what to say to make you melt beneath his gaze in half the time.

"You could have just led with that," you murmured.

"I enjoy a good buildup," he replied smoothly.

And oh, did he.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard after this," Sylus whispered against your ear before gripping your waist and effortlessly lifting you onto his motorcycle.

Excitement buzzed through you. Most missions left him too stressed to truly enjoy your time together, but tonight felt different. You just hoped the helmet wouldn’t completely ruin your hair as he revved the engine and sped through the streets toward the banquet.

By the time you arrived, the sky had begun to shift into a soft pink hue.

Wealthy, high-profile guests bustled past, flaunting expensive accessories. Some chased after friends, laughter and conversation filling the grand entrance. You let Sylus guide you inside.

Apparently, you were among the last to arrive. A thunderous welcome erupted as dozens of already-intoxicated dealers greeted Sylus at the table. Though they had no idea who you were, they treated you with the same warmth, as if you belonged.

A man who seemed more important than the rest raised his glass in a toast to Sylus and "his lovely companion" before swiftly returning to his feast and drink.

Sylus pulled out your chair, and you murmured a quiet thanks before settling in. He took his seat beside you, and almost instantly, he was swept into conversation with people you'd never met.

You picked at the food before you, savoring small bites. Half of it was unrecognizable, but every morsel was exquisite.

Still, as time passed, boredom crept in. You knew no one, and Sylus, ever the charmer, was busy captivating the group to your left.

With nothing else to do, you idly poked at your food, feeling distinctly out of place.

From afar, you saw a group of ladies around him. They were touching his arm and giggling. He didn't do a thing to move them away.

"You look like you could use a drink."

It took you a moment to realize the boy across the table was talking to you. You lifted your cheek off your hand and cocked your head at him.

"It's wine, aged quite nicely, due to the special occasion."

He had brown hair, brown eyes with tan skin. The suit he was wearing was a crisp crimson red with accents of gold.

"I'm sorry, you are...?"

"Ollivander," he poured the offered bottle of wine over your waiting glass. "But my friends call me Ander."

"I'm Y/n," you offered in turn, tipping the glass toward him in thanks. He asked your profession, and you had to make up some lie, not revealing your hunter status or this whole thing would blow. “I came here with Sylus”

You thought about adding 'Mr.' or 'Boss' before his name, but it just didn't sound right coming out of your mouth.

"Ah, the leader of Onychinus" Ander raised an eyebrow, then leaned across the table so only you could hear, "Tell me. Is that whole thing about him true?"

You choked on your drink, wondering what he was talking about. You tlit your eyes to Sylus, watching him talk cheerily with the rich pretty girls.

"What do you mean?." you asked, twirling the dark liquid around in your glass.

"Oh nevermind" Ander took your answer, sipping his wine at the same time as you. He kept his eyes on yours over the brim of his glass until he set it down again, shifting his seat closer.

"So, Y/n. How are you enjoying my brother’s auction so far"

"Your brother?"

"The CEO of the second biggest weapons manufacturer," he explained.

"Oh, everything is so... fancy. But I guess you're used to it."

Ander smiled knowingly at this, and you relaxed a bit in relief.

"Miss Y/n, I can have all the finest protocores in the world, yet nothing could ever compare to the gem sitting before me."

"Mr. Ollivander," Sylus suddenly announced, pulling himself away from the conversation. His hand found your knee and squeezed it gently. "I believe we've met before."

"Yes, I recall your men having an... altercation with our employees," Ander responded to your confused expression.

"A brave man, your brother," Sylus acknowledged, his tone calm but laced with something more. "For sending your people to intercept mine. Though some might consider it more foolish than brave."

"That, he is," Ander agreed with a small smirk. "But I think you'll find I'm nothing like my brother."

Sylus's grip on your knee tightened as you laughed at the exchange.

"Thank goodness he was there to save the day," Ander added, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You could practically feel the possessiveness radiating from Sylus.

You let Ander keep talking, Sylus glaring at him while his hand slowly inched higher up your thigh. He was careful to keep your dress in place, so it wouldn’t attract too much attention, but you still felt uneasy with how close his fingers were getting.

“Yes... thank,” Sylus said, his voice sharp. “Goodness.”

"More wine?" Ander asked, clearing his throat as he turned his attention back to you.

As Ander spoke, you felt Sylus’s fingers lightly brush the delicate skin between your thighs. You quickly swallowed the remaining wine, gripping his wrist to stop him with one hand, while reaching out to accept Ander’s offer with the other.

"Now, tell me, Y/n," Ander continued, "What brings someone as lovely as you here?"

"Well," you started, your voice trembling as Sylus’s hand continued its persistent teasing, now settling over your underwear. You cursed him silently, wishing you had more time to come up with a convincing story instead of being distracted by his antics before arriving here.

"I had nothing going on tonight" You said as he withdrew his hand from your panties, the evidence of your desire coating his fingers.

Your response was unclear, uninspired, and far from the truth, but it was the only thing your overwhelmed mind could conjure. Your fingers dug into the skin of Sylus's wrist as he continued his unfair movements inside you.

"Ah, I understand." Ander acknowledged your response, but his gaze lingered on you as he took another drink. Your hand shook slightly as you lifted your glass to your mouth. Sylus, with his love for fine wine, swirled his drink in the glass before taking a swift sip, all while casually slipping a finger inside you. He grinned at the shock in your eyes, licking the dark red wine from his lips.

"Enough about me," you urged, placing your glass aside. "Surely there must be something more captivating we could discuss."

"More captivating than you, darling?" Ander raised an eyebrow. Sylus pressed his finger deep inside you, twisting it around.

"That's a tough request, if you ask me," Sylus replied, and though you shot him a look, Ander appeared oblivious.

"I completely agree with that sentiment. But if the lady prefers not to be the center of attention, perhaps I could tell you about my recent business trip to Skyhaven?"

"Ander—may I call you Ander?" Sylus teased, earning a brief, polite smile and a nod.

"Of course."

"I don’t mean to interrupt, but where exactly did you say this wine was from?" Sylus inquired.

"Oh, it’s from my own wine business. It’s harvested in zero gravity for a purer, uninterrupted flavor. The fermentation process is accelerated using protocores and Chronofermentation for aging."

Sylus eyed the wine with clear distaste. "Well, it’s not good."

Ander’s smile faltered, his expression briefly freezing. "It’s an acquired taste."

"Hm." Sylus scrunched his face, eyeing the bottle again.

"Your date seems to be enjoying my wine," Ander remarked with a smirk.

Sylus turned to look at you. "Does she?"

"Uh..." You hesitated. You didn’t want to answer. Sylus raised an eyebrow in that signature way of his. Mentally, you were scolding him. Why was he being messy?

"It’s good,” you say with a smile. You feel Sylus shift his fingers roughly in response. Your eyes widen in surprise. Is this his way of retaliating for your response? You clutch his wrist for support.

"Your trip to Sky Haven?" you ask, your voice catching after a brief pause. Ander chuckles softly before diving into the conversation.

You gave him a faint smile and nodded to show your support. He started talking about the trades and pilots he’d encountered, going on and on, while you tried to keep up by smiling at the right moments, nodding when needed, and pretending to listen attentively. Sylus had fit another finger inside you and was pulling them in and out with a slight shift of his wrist, working past the squeeze of your thighs around him. You were leaking so much you swore you could hear squelches everytime he shoved his fingers back im you

You tried to resist him, but it felt too enticing... he had pushed you to such an intense point of longing that you'd do anything to find relief. Even if it meant right here, in front of a man who unmistakably had an interest in you. Your hands gripped the edge of the tablecloth as he rocked his fingers into you especially hard, then pulled them out completely. You clenched emptily, searching for his hand.

"Don't you agree, Y/n?" Ander asked.

It was messy, and dirty, and downright sinful, what he was doing under the table.

"Y/n? Are you okay? I don't think you caught that."

"Sorry, what?" You swallowed hard.

Sylus grew sick of the teasing then, and roughly plunged his fingers back into you. You whimpered quietly and shifted in your seat, almost spilling your wine glass if Sylus hadn't caught it in time.

"Y/n... I don’t mean to overstep, but are you feeling okay? Your cheeks are a bit flushed, and you're sweating.”

Sylus pulled his fingers out of you again. Your attention was captured by him though, as he licked the fingers that were just inside you. Ander was looking directly at him, and you were unimaginably turned on and a tiny bit ashamed at how you gushed at the sight.

"Excuse me, I think I could use some fresh air," you muttered, hurrying towards the exit in search of a bathroom.

"I should probably go after her and make sure she's okay," Sylus remarked with a smile before standing up. Catching up to you, he swiftly pushed you into one of the elegant restrooms, locking the door behind you.

"That was cruel," you hissed, feeling the uncomfortable stickiness on your thighs.

"Was it cruel for you or for him?"

"Both."

He laughed darkly, clearly pleased with himself.

"Don't think you'll get away so easily," you warned as he approached, backing you into the countertop.

"Oh?" He traced his fingers from your neck down to your chest, subtly pulling the dress lower to expose the skin beneath.

"You need to finish what you began."

"I do?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you ask him?" Sylus raised an eyebrow, his tone playful. "I’m sure he’d be thrilled to put his hands on you—"

"Sylus!"

He sighed before lifting you onto the countertop. Leaning in, he kissed your neck, his hand sliding up the inside of your thigh. His touch was soft, teasing as his finger traced a delicate line up and down between your legs. Sylus smirked cruelly, moving your underwear to the side. He mouthed a line down your neck, teasing the sensitive skin between his teeth.

He increased the pressure on your clit, index finger feeling for your entrance. He curled two fingers inside of you, immediately hitting your sweet spot while biting a mark into your neck. You arched into him. Everyone always thought Sylus was so reckless but he you knew with the way he fucked you half to heaven, everything he did was meticulously planned and thought out.

“Bend over.” His voice sent chills down your spine. You let him pull his hand back and did as he said. You were leaning over the counter. You arched your back as he came to stand behind you, smoothing a hand over your soft flesh.

You pressed back against him, your skin burning with desire, craving his touch. He had been teasing you all night, and you were done waiting. Your thighs were slick, and your patience was worn thin. Every time you thought you had him, he'd pull away, but this time, there was something different in his voice—a promise, and you were more than ready to see it fulfilled.

he lined himself up at your entrance, the large length of him sinking in. You sighed in relief. This is what he'd been holding back for so long, what you'd been needing for hours now. He didn't give you time to adjust before he slammed into you, hard and fast and punishing. With your legs closed and walls tightened, he filled up every inch of you. You were cumming in no time at all, barely given a moment to wrap your muddled brain around the actions that brought you here. He didn't slow down. As you moaned through your orgasm, expecting him to give you time to recover, he sped up, holding your hips down and driving into you with a new fervor.

You sucked in every breath you could as he slammed into you, a constant stream of muscle-trembling pleasure washing over you with each push and pull of his cock. You tried to keep quiet but he kept fucking you deep and hard and good.

You didn't know how many times he made you cum before he finally let up. His pace slowed and he allowed you to breathe, shaking and sweating and voice turned hoarse. You were clenching involuntarily around Sylus's cock, tender and sore. Sylus whispered sweet praises into your ear, but all you could hear was your rushing heartbeat and a distant ringing.

You whimpered pathetically, clawing at the marble countertop as he rocked into you, painfully pleasant sparks shooting through your body.

Sylus sighed, hand smoothing down your spine, his touch gentle but his voice icy cold.

"Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he whispered, fingers squeezing around your neck as his cock scraped against your walls delicately. He groaned appreciatively as he felt you stiffen around him, then the wave of pleasure crashed over you all at once, causing weak cries to tear from your throat. Once your body stopped spasming and your cries turned to exhausted little noises, he slowly pulled out of you. Sylus had finished as well, his cum mixing into the mess you had made of yourself and he smiled at your ruined state.

“Think you can finish the mission tonight?” He asked teasingly.

“Huh?” You asked. You had completely forgotten why you were here in the first place.

“My goodness, Y/n. did I fuck you dumb?”

“I just—I need a second to touch up and I can—yeah.” You sighed, looking at the way his cum spilled out of you.

“Need help?” He asked teasingly.

“You’ve helped enough, tonight.” You scowled at him as he laughed wickedly.

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justalilpearlie · 2 months ago

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Heyyy for no reason at all, anyone got any more masc lookin dl pearl art? Anything w short hair goes well. No moths. Human is okay, wolf prefered, other hybrids ok just not bugs. If possible more on the rage side than sadness

#pearlie what the fuck are you talking about #Crimson - “Red is my favorite color”#<- dont ask.

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morganaawriterr · 4 months ago

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Too Bad;

Pairing; fem!reader and jealous husband!Sunghoon Synopsis; Sunghoon insisted that you go out with the girls to relax, but when something happens at the bar, he can't control his jealousy and possessiveness over you. Genre; Suggestive; Basead on the lyrics "well its too bad, you're married to me..." by Deft Tones!! Warning; Intense make out; wondering fingers.......; possessive!sunghoon; My Masterlist;

A/N: I wrote this in one go. Literally. I like it a lot, I hope you guys do it too!!! These lyrics always make me feel some type of way, so I decided to write about it ;) Reblogs and likes are always appreciated. Thank you so much!!

You didn't even want to go, but Sunghoon insisted that a night out with friends would help you relax. Like him, you are introverted and prefer avoiding noisy, crowded spaces. Still, feeling an unusual surge of extroversion, you agreed to a girl's night out with your husband's partners. Jake's wife was overjoyed, and Ni-ki's girlfriend thought it was the perfect opportunity for everyone to unwind.

But the evening turned out to be far from enjoyable.

You picked a sleek black sleeveless dress that stopped just above your thighs, its elegant cut emphasizing your figure. Your cherry-red hair was styled into soft curls, cascading effortlessly over your shoulders. For makeup, you drew a sharp black eyeliner and choose a crimson color to paint your lips, adding a touch of drama to your natural glow.

As you leaned toward the mirror to fasten your silver necklace, you noticed Sunghoon standing in the doorway. His intense brown eyes roved over you, taking in every detail of your appearance. It had been some time since he'd seen you like this; your hectic schedules had left little room for moments like these. His gaze lingered on your waist and hips, and for a brief second, he debated stopping you from leaving altogether.

"Do I look alright?" you asked softly, forcing a small smile under his piercing stare. The iconic red bottoms added to your sexiness, making you feel even more alluring.

"Alright?" Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. "You look stunning, my love." His voice was deep and full of reverence as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. "And you're even wearing my favorite perfume," he murmured, his face dipping towards your exposed neck.

Tilting your head to the side, you allowed him access, feeling his nose graze your skin as he inhaled your scent. His hands tightened around your waist, and his lips brushed against your sensitive spots, sending chills through your body. The occasional press of his warm lips against your neck made your pulse race.

"Hoon..." You breathed, your voice shaky under his spell. "I don't need to go -" you started, your heart pounding as his lips traveled to your collarbones, teasing with gentle nibbles. "I could stay with you, and we could finish this.." You pleaded, barely able to resist the desire building between you.

But Sunghoon knew you too well. When overwhelmed, you often withdrew, which was precisely why he and Jake's wife had been so excited when you agreed to go out. Sensing your hesitation, he was determined not to let you back out now.

"No, princess," he whispered against your skin, his tone firm but affectionate. "You need this. Jake's wife will be disappointed if you don't show up. Don't mind me— I'm just enjoying the view."

With that, he pulled away, his lips leaving your neck as his hands released their hold on your hips. You were left breathless. He towers over you, even with your heels on. His messy black hair is pushed back, and his white sleeveless shirt highlights his defined arms, which are folded across his chest. You look up at him with pleading eyes, a tactic that usually melts him— but this time, he remains unyielding.

"Go have fun with your friends. I'll be here waiting for you to come back," Sunghoon says in a low, enticing tone as he steps out of the bedroom, turning his broad back to you. You inhale deeply, the warmth of his earlier teasing still clinging to you. Exhaling slowly, you grab your purse and head to the living room to say your goobyes.

You find him sprawled on the sofa, legs apart in his usual confident posture, his attention seemingly fixed on the TV. Though he hears your footsteps approaching, he pretends not to notice, knowing the act will frustrate you.

"I'm leaving now, hubby," you say softly, stepping in front of him and blocking his view of the screen. He smirks, arms still crossed, his playful demeanor unchanged.

You lean forward until your face is level with his. His eyes roam from your wavy hair to your crimson lips, then lower to your neckline. The way you're leaning offers an enticing glimpse of your collarbones and chest, and you catch the way he swallows hard at the sight before meeting your gaze.

Slowly, you brush a light kiss against his lips, leaving him momentarily stunned as you straighten up with a knowing smirk. Without another word, you walk toward the door, your heels clicking softly against the floor. His gaze lingers on your retreating figure, even as the door closes behind you, leaving him alone to stew in the longing you've planted.

Minutes later, you meet up with the girls. Ni-ki's girlfriend drives, with you in the passenger seat and Jake's wife in the back, casually touching up her lipstick after saying goodbye to Jake. The drive is quick, and soon, you're inside the bar. The atmosphere isn't overwhelming yet— not too many people have arrived— so you find a table near the dance floor. Before hitting the floor, you all share your first drink, the conversation and laughter flowing easily.

Everything seems to be going well. A few sips of alcohol loosen you up, and soon you're dancing with the girls under neon lights, losing yourself to the rhythm of the music. Closing your eyes, you let the moment carry you. After about an hour of dancing, though, you decide to return to the table for a quick breather.

Ni-ki's girlfriend, a little too tipsy now, happily sways on the dance floor with a group of strangers, while Jake's wife has stepped into the restroom to freshen up. For now, you're alone.

A familiar longing washes over you— the temptation to text Sunghoon and ask him to pick you up. Each time you close your eyes, you can still feel the ghost of his lips on your neck and the firm grip of his hands on your waist.

As you sip your sparkling water, a man slides into the seat beside you. He's roughly your height, dressed in all black, and reeks of alcohol. You keep your attention on Ni-ki's girlfriend, hoping he'll take the hint and leave. But luck isn't on your side tonight.

"Hey, pretty." he murmurs, his tone slurred. With a quick glance, you lift your right hand slightly, letting the neon lights catch the sparkle of your wedding ring. You hope it's enough to deter him, but he only moves closer, his hand reaching toward you.

You stand abruptly, stepping out of his reach. "Leave, or I'll call security," you warn, your voice steady despite the discomfort twisting in your stomach. To your relief, he backs off, muttering something under his breath as he walks away.

Even though he's no longer beside you, his presence lingers. Each time you try to dance or relax, you catch him watching you or attempting to position himself nearby. To make matters worse, one of his friends starts bothering Jake's wife, making the situation even more unbearable.

Feeling uneasy, you gently pull Jake's wife off the dance floor and lead her back to the table. Anxiety weighs heavily on you as the men continue hovering nearby, their persistent stares making it impossible to enjoy the night.

Despite her intoxicated state, Ni-ki's girlfriend notices your distress. From across the room, she watches you hug yourself and roll your eyes in frustration as the men refuse to leave you and Jake's wife alone. Pulling out her phone, she quickly texts Ni-ki, asking him to come and pick you all up.

You glance nervously at Jake's wife as the men continue murmuring things you can'— or won't— make out. You try to devise a plan to get rid of them, but your thoughts are interrupted by a strong, familiar grip on your waist. Confusion floods your mind until the scent of his cologne envelops you, instantly calming your racing heart.

Turning your head, you see Sunghoon. His jaw is tight, his brows furrowed, and his eyes alight with barely restrained fury. He gives you a brief glance, his expression softening slightly when his gaze meets yours, before locking on the man in front of you. Sunghoon's frustration is palpable— did this guy not notice the ring on your finger?

The man, unfazed, smirks shamelessly. "Sorry, man, I thought she was bluffing." He says with a nervous laugh, raising his hands in mock surrender as he gets up. "I'm leaving." he adds. Sunghoon's glare doesn't bulge.

Across the room, Jake is holding his wife gently, his hands brushing over her cheek in a comforting gesture. Meanwhile, Sunghoon grips your wrist and pulls you toward the exit without uttering a word.

You already know you're in trouble. His jealousy has taken over, and though you know he isn't upset with you, his possessive meanor is impossible to ignore. Your sweet, calm husband has vanished, replaced by a side of him that both excites and frustrates you.

"Can you let go of my arm?" You complain, your irritation rising as his hold begins to sting.

Sunghoon stops outside the bar. The street is nearly silent, the night's chillwrapping round you. He turns, his intense gaze mocking on yours, his irises dark and unreadable.

"Did he touch you?" Sunghoon demands, his voice low but laced with urgency as he steps closer.

"No, I wouldn't let him," you reply firmly, stepping back to create space. But he follows, his presence overwhelming.

"I should've told you to stay home," he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His words, though not directed at you, ignite your temper.

"Yeah, maybe you should've!" You snap, abruptly facing him. Your voice is loud as you glare at him, anger bubbling to the surface. "Or maybe you could be more like Jake!"

"More like Jake?" Sunghoon echoes, raising an eyebrow, his arms crossing defensively.

"Yes! Look at how he handled this!" You exclaim, your voice shaking with pent-up motion. "The first thing he did was comfort his wife— hug her, ask if she was okay. He didn't act jealous or possessive!"

Your words falter as Sunghoon's expression changes. The hardness in his face gives way onto something unreadable, his eyes narrowing slightly as he steps closer. Instinctively, you back up until your shoulders press against a cold wall.

You stare up at him, searching for any signs of what he's feeling, but his expression remains enigmatic. His tall frame blocks the faint glow of the streetlamp, casting shadow over you.

One hand rests against the wall beside your head while the other wraps firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His fingers trace the curve of your hip, making liberate pressure, causing your skin to tingle and your breath to hitch. The intensity in his dark eyes leaves you paralyzed. Slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. You anticipate a sharp retort, but instead, he kisses you.

The kiss is fierce, full of urgency, and heat, his lips move against yours with such intensity that your mind spins. His hand rails up your thigh, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress. His tongue tangles with yours when you finally realize where his fingers are. Before you can react, he leans close again, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers:

"Well, it's too bad.." He pauses, his lips grazing your skin. "You're married... to me."

His lips capture yours hungrily, devouring you as his fingertips brush over your lacy underwear. You moan against his cheek, a proud smirk grows on his lips, knowing he has you exactly where he wants you.

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Mistletoe🌿😘 - Alastor X Female Reader

❥Summary: It's Sinsmas in Hell, which means the hotel is decorated from head to toe in Christmas decor, including the festive tradition of the mistletoe. What happens when you find under it with Alastor?

❥Tags: Mistletoe kiss, Hazbin Hotel, Christmas, Fluffmas, Mistletoe, Holiday Season, Festive, Fluff and Romance, Sinsmas

❥Notes: Its time for some mistletoe kisses with our favorite deer demon. I've always love mistletoe kiss stories so I decided to write one. Enjoy 😊

❥Credit: Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Standing on top of a ladder, you were gently stringing up the ornaments on the Christmas tree that was standing in the middle of the hotel lobby. You and Charlie were in the Christmas spirit, or Sinsmas spirit, as that's what Christmas was called in hell, and decided to decorate. Charlie, with her powers, was able to string colored lights on the walls and stairs of the hotel, while you decided to do the tree.Humming to yourself, you continued to hang decorations until you heard a tapping noise coming from below. Looking down, you saw the radio demon himself, smiling up at you, hand tapping on the ladder to get your attention. "Enjoying the weather up there, my dear?" Sarcastically laughing at his joke, you continued to hang up decorations, "Do you need something?"

"Ah yes! Our dear Charlie needs you in the kitchen. She seems rather exuberated at the idea of making cookies." Alastor said, his crimson eyes continuing to gaze up at you. "Oh alright," Holding the box with decorations gently, you slowly descended down the ladder, as you were ready to meet Al at the bottom. Reaching the floor, you turned to Al smiling, as he motioned for you to loop your arm with his, as you made your way to the kitchen.Upon entering the kitchen, that was filled with the delicious smell of frosting and baked goods, the both of you stopped catching the snickering coming from Angel, who was sitting on top of the kitchen counter, phone raised up in his hands. "What's so funny?" You said, tilting your head at him. Angel continued to laugh as one of his hands pointed up. Looking up, you noticed the little sprig of mistletoe that was hanging next to the kitchen door, making your eyes widen in shock. Charlie had noticed too, since she was distracted by baking and a smile had risen to her face, heart symbols popping out behind her.

You knew about this tradition, "whoever is under a mistletoe has to kiss each other," and you were under it, with Alastor. Nope! NOPE! No way was Alastor going to do this, knowing how touch-averse he was. Yes, you had a crush on him, but you respected his boundaries, and you didn't want this to be overstepping them. Alastor eyed the little branch on top and gave a small head-tilt, confused at what was such a big deal about the item hanging above their heads. "What is a little weed doing up there?" Angel continued to laugh, while recording while Charlie realized that Al didn't know about the mistletoe. "Oh that's a common tradition that is done in the human world Al! The two people who stand under a mistletoe have to share a kiss!" Jumping with enthusiasm, Charlie pointed to the both of you, really wanting to see the two of you kiss. Al remained still once he heard Charlies explanation, his smile still on his face as always, but his body was tensed. His glowing red eyes locked on to you, staring into your soul, who honestly didn't know if he was happy or upset with what he was told.

His sharp gaze then locked on to the mistletoe and with a snap, the little plant had caught on fire, green flames burning it into blacken crisp. "While I am one to follow and uphold certain traditions, that is one that I will not partake in." He said, lips growing into an evil smirk, until he disappeared, body disappearing in the shadows, leaving behind the three of you with widen eyes and a small burnt mistletoe, that had fallen to the ground from where it was hanging. Okay that hurt a bit. You had a feeling Al would say no, but it still hurt coming from him directly. "What a dick!" Angel raged out, using his hands to flip off where Alastor once stood. Charlie, noticing your demeanor, approached you slowly, offering you a kind smile, "Umm want to continue making cookies with me?" She said, trying to help as she could tell you were sad by Al's reaction, but she felt like she was responsible as well, since she didn't think into consideration how Al would respond, but she had no idea Alastor would react like that. Shaking your head to rid of the negative emotions, lips drawing into a forced smile, you moved towards where Charlie was, hoping that this would distract you from what had happened.

**A Few Hours Later**

Spending quality time with the others, drinking hot chocolate and watching silly Christmas movies did make you feel better, but the lack of Al's presence kept reminding you about what happened. "He must still be angry." You thought, as your feet carried you back to your room, having grown very tired from all the activities you did with the others. Having arrived at your door, your hand slowly grabbed the door knob, opening it as you walked in, only to walk head first into someone. "AHH!" Screaming, you grasped your chest, back hitting the now closed door, as you looked at the intruder in your room. The intruder was the red deer man himself, hands placed behind his back, smiling down at you. "Ah! There you are, my dear! I was wondering when you would arrive." He bent down, face moving closer to you, smile breaking his face, since he so enjoyed scaring you. Still holding your hand against your chest, your eyes glared up at Al, wondering why he was in your room. "If I remember correctly, this is my bedroom, so why are you waiting for me inside my room?"

Chuckling, Alastor had leaned back up, but he remained close to you. "There was something I needed to complete and I require the assistance of another to do it, and who better to offer their assistance than you, my dear." Listening to him, you had managed to calm down from the previous scare. He wanted your help with something, well as long as it doesn't involve a soul contract or killing, you could help. "Oh! Alright then, what do you need help with?" You asked, tilting your head at him. His radio-static laugh resonated through the whole room, as his sharp gloved hands pointed above you, making your eyes draw up to the ceiling.

Above you, was a dark creature resembling Alastor, grin stretched across its face, dangling a little mistletoe above you. Widening your eyes, you looked back at Al in shock, "Wha- What?!" You stuttered out, brain still trying to process what was happening. Alastor noticed your reaction, laughing again, before he walked closer, his chest becoming extremely close to you, as you gazed up at him, gulping at the situation you were in. "I believe there was a tradition we needed to uphold when we are under this small leaf." He said, voice dropping the radio effects, sending shivers all over you. "But I thought you didn't want to do it? You burned the one in the kitchen." Your words were failing you, as you were too distracted by how close Al was, heart beating out of your chest. A gloved hand softly held your chin, tipping it up, making your breath hitched in your throat.

His eyes were tender, drastically different from his usual enigma ways, "It was merely a show of theatrics, my dear. I have a reputation to uphold, being the radio demon. I much rather partake in acts like this in private, away from the other little misfits, particularly the feminine spider. This side of me is only for your eyes to see." Fingers traced your bottom lip, as another hand was placed on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. "Well? Do you wish to continue?" He asked, voice dropping into a whisper. You pleaded in your head that this wasn't a dream, that this was really happening. The little nod you gave Alastor, made a soft smile appear on his face, as he slowly inched closer to you, lips planting against yours. It started with a small peck, nothing overly extreme, but the both of you refused to pull away, as you wrapped your arms around Al, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Alastor stilled for a second, but his body soon relaxed, yet his tail remained wagging behind him.

The breathtaking kiss soon came to a stop, as Al slowly pulled away from you, his ashen face sporting a pinkish color, making you giggle. Alastor heard your giggle, and gave one of his own as well, static returning to his voice. The shadow version of Alastor had come down from the ceiling, appearing next to you, glowing red eyes in the shape of hearts, as it hanged the mistletoe above you and placed a shadowy kiss against your cheek, before disappearing. Alastor's arms soon engulfed you, holding you against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head. "Merry Sinsmas, Y/N" He hummed, nuzzling your head. Moving your hands slowly, you placed them against his back, returning the hug. "Merry Sinsmas, Al."

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xoxochb · 9 months ago

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⋆·˚ ༘ * kiss it better?

warnings: intense ass kissing pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader a/n: I thought of this idea in the middle of the night if it’s stupid I’m sorry 😕

out of all the times you’d chew gum you’ve never been so idiotic that you’ve bitten your lip. think about it: you’re chewing gum in your mouth but you bite your lip? you’ve got absolutely no clue how it happened but before you knew it your lip was pooling crimson liquid. you throw your book to the side and touch your lip, pulling your finger back to see the blood, you pout

“that’s a real shiner you got there” a familiar voice says. percy jackson. aka your number one least favorite human being

you met him when he arrived at camp, almost instantly a rivalry started. a continuous need to be better than the other. what you hated most was how percy wouldn’t leave you alone. you’re trying to sit in silence? you want alone time? you want to complete a simple task? you want to sleep? nope, too bad. because percy jackson prevented you from doing anything

your siblings said it’s because he liked you, just too afraid to show it so he disguised it with hate and tormenting. you, however, did not agree with this. you didn’t think percy felt anything for you besides loathing and absolute hatred. yet a part of you couldn’t help but think maybe your siblings had been right. when you think about it, why else would percy spend all this time with you?

“what’re you doing here?” you snap

he shrugs. “bored”

you squint your eyes at him as he sits beside you, leaning back against the tree. “well go be bored somewhere else”

“I think I’m gonna stay here, it’s comfortable”

“then I’m leaving. I need to clean my lip anyways” you begin to stand up but percy grabs your wrist, pulling you back down

“what the hell are you doing?”

percy places one hand on your cheek and runs his thumb over the bite, red staining his finger. your face flushes the same color at the close proximity. for a moment you give into his touch, just a second. but realization takes over and you pull back, slapping his hand

“don’t touch me, weirdo”

you try to get up a second time, pulled down yet again but this time percy’s lips connect with yours. you might have wanted to stay like that, might. but you pull back

“what do you think you’re doing?”

percy’s eyes land on your cut lip. “I’m going to kiss it better”

“what!? since when is it okay for you to kiss a girl without permission?”

“since I know the girl secretly likes me”

you gasp. “I do not!”

“try telling that to your journal”

“oh my gods, you creep! why were you reading my journal?”

“I didn’t read it! your sister told me!”

“that little-”

percy places his lips back on yours. this time you give in to it. you so wish you didn’t like this. and you so wish you didn’t love percy jackson. but most of all you so wish he’ll never pull away. between the excruciating pain radiating from your cut and percy’s cold hands under your shirt you think you might die. your head lightens, the only thing you can see with closed eyelids are bright stars. could you be ascending to elysium?

his lips trail down your neck, you’re hands curl into his camp shirt, taking a fistful you pull roughly, percy laughs. “if you want my shirt off so bad you can ask”

“I don’t-” your cut off by percy’s teeth softly digging into your skin. you let out a sound mixed between a gasp and a moan, and he connects your lips back again with a smirk

you take this chance to take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down until you taste the familiar sensation of blood

“now we’re matching”

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motorsportbarbie13 · 10 days ago

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Hurricane - Part Three

{Emma blinks in surprise but manages to hold eye contact with Max. “I wasn't aware 'emotional support assistant' was my new job title.” She quips, grin ghosting at the edge of her lips. For what feels like the first time all weekend, Max laughs. It’s loud and genuine and sends a shiver of pleasure dancing over Emma’s skin. He shakes his head, scrubbing at his tired face with his rough, calloused hands. “I don’t want to be alone and I don’t want to go with anyone else.” }

warnings/notes: no warnings in this one, its pretty fluffy. thank you to my writing therapist @lestapiastrisgirl for holding my hand as i crash out on a nightly basis and reassuing me that i do not, in fact, suck at this whole writing thing. pairing: max verstappen x emma meyer (fem original character) word count: 4.6k words

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Max slept in the next morning, something he didn’t often allow himself to do. He was drained from the past week, despite it being an off week, so he figured he had earned a little respite. Between the struggles he’d been having in the car since mid-last season to the drama around the second Red Bull seat, Max felt wrung out emotionally and just wanted to have a moment to breathe. Leaving Milton Keynes early the day before had been a start and even just one night in his own bed had him feeling back on the road to feeling better.

The earthy scent of his favorite coffee brewing mixed with the smell of something sticky sweet drew him out of the deep sleep he’d been in. After coming home last night and hearing Emma play, the pair had spent a quiet evening with takeout and a movie before Max had turned in early, exhaustion from the week’s excitement making his bones ache.

He’d woken up around 1am to the sounds of Clair de Lune floating through the cracks in his bedroom door and had stayed up longer than necessary listening to Emma play. It was a song he knew well and he had recognized it the second his eyes blinked open. His mother had played the song frequently when he was growing up along with a lot of classical music and the strains of the song provided him with a sense of nostalgic comfort that he’d been craving lately. The memories that the notes elicited grounded him in a way that nothing had been able to do in a very long time.

The sunlight streamed into the bay windows that lined one of the walls of his bedroom as Max dug around in his closet for a clean t-shirt and shorts before wandering out to the open-concept kitchen. He paused in the archway, just out of Emma’s sight, as he watched her float around the kitchen. All four burners on the stove were switched on and Max strained to see that there were sausages and bacon sizzling away, what looked to be French toast nearly ready to be flipped, and scrambled eggs frying up in a pan. Two coffee mugs sat on the counter, one full of the dark liquid, the other sitting empty, presumably waiting for Max to wake up.

Emma had on an ancient looking crewneck sweater, the vibrant crimson color faded to almost a purplish pink, sleeves shoved up above her elbows to keep them out of the feast she was in the middle of preparing. Half of her hair was tied up and away from her face, secured in place by a giant claw clip that managed to handle the thick locks without breaking. Her legs were nearly bare, the sleep shorts she wore were sinfully short, her mile long tanned legs on display for only Max to see.

He swallowed thickly at the sight in front of him, the sheer domesticity of it making something in his chest ache for a life he never knew he yearned for. He’d never been one to dream about the day he settled down, got married, had kids and a home. It wasn’t him, wasn’t how he was raised. Jos always told him there would be time for that after racing and that if he allowed anything to get in the way of his laser sharp focus, Max’s career would suffer.

The song Emma hummed in the back of her throat was familiar but not something he could totally place and the look on her face was open, bright, beautiful. She seemed so comfortable in his space, so at home in a kitchen that was usually sterile and bare and the way she brought life into Max’s home with barely any effort made Max’s chest ache in the most unfamiliar way.

Max didn’t know how long he stood there, watching Emma move around his kitchen with a practiced grace that spoke of quiet confidence in a space where she felt like she belonged. It was heart achingly familiar and brightly brand new all at once, almost too much for Max to handle.

Eventually though, the spell was broken as Emma sensed she wasn’t alone anymore. When her eyes snagged on his frame, the smile that fluttered across her face nearly sent Max into cardiac arrest.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” She teased, turning around to take the waiting coffee pot off the warmer and pour a generous amount into the waiting cup. “Milk? Sugar? There wasn’t any creamer in the fridge when you left so I didn’t know how you usually take your coffee or what to buy as a replacement.”

The gesture was nice on the surface but Max knew there was an underlying anxiety to her monologue. From the short amount of time he’d spent with Emma, he’d clocked the fact that Emma was a textbook definition of people pleaser, almost to a painful level. She was constantly looking to him for approval, for confirmation that she’d done a good job or that Max wasn’t mad at her. The history behind those habits were an unknown to Max but he recognized a coping mechanism when he saw it.

“Whatever milk you have is fine. Sugar too.”

Emma looked relieved as she turned to the fridge to get the small carton of milk. A bowl of sugar appeared shortly after too, in a ceramic dish that Max hadn’t even known he owned. They were quiet for a beat as Emma turned away to make sure the sausage wasn’t burning.

“You’re in a good mood this morning.” Max commented over the rim of his mug, eyes not leaving Emma for a moment longer than necessary.

Emma turned around, gaze instantly flicking towards the piano in the corner of the living room before darting back to look at Max. Those normally stormy gray eyes were bright this morning, happier than Max had seen them the entire time she’d been staying with him. A small smile tugged at the corner of Emma’s lips as she took a sip of her coffee. “Yeah,” She breathed, the sound sending a shudder down Max’s spine, “I guess I am.”

There’s another lengthy pause, the silence blanketing the pair comfortably before Emma pushes a plate of French toast towards Max. “I know you’re probably on some sort of super strict diet for the season but once I start cooking it’s a little hard for me to stop.”

Max grins as he stabs a piece of French toast with his fork before reaching for the butter. Emma slides the syrup over. “I think we can make an exception for this spread. Everything looks so good, Em.”

Emma preened at the praise that tumbles from Max’s lips like it was the first time she’d ever heard a positive affirmation in her life. Not for the first time since Emma had come to stay with him did Max want to throttle whoever had caused her to behave like she was constantly making mistakes.

After one bite, Max hums, the sound low and satisfied, working it’s way across Emma’s skin. “And it tastes even better.” He says around the mouthful of food.

As he digs into the plate Emma had piled high with food, his eyes wander around the expansive kitchen and living room. For the first time since arriving home, Max noticed something was different about his apartment. Nothing obvious, just a few quiet things that anyone else might’ve never notice. It was still his apartment of course. Nothing major had been moved or tucked away, it still felt like the place that he had settled into over the last few years.

The cords on his sim right were a little more tidy, the brand new citrus candle that was burning low in the living room, the twin cat beds that had appeared underneath the piano while he had been gone. It made the apartment feel cozier somehow, like the place had been missing these small, gentle touches of a feminine hand. It should have had the hackles on the back of his neck rising, having someone that deep in the place he guarded so closely but having Emma there felt natural, like she was the last piece of the puzzle he’d been missing.

Swaying a bit at the overwhelming realization, Max blinks and shakes his head in a desperate attempt to clear away the cobwebs of dangerous attraction that had no business being in on his mind.

“I hope you don’t mind the cat beds I bought. Jimmy and Sassy kept trying to climb into the piano while I was playing and it was the only way I could keep them out and still practice.” Emma says halfway through the meal.

Max grins in that genuine, open way does when he’s truly pleased. The corners of his eyes crinkled up, lips curling up in a lopsided boyish smile. “I appreciate you taking care of them, they’re social cats and I hate leaving them. They seem to be quite taken with you.”

Emma leaned down scratch at Sassy’s ears after she had wandered into the kitchen as if she knew she was being discussed. “They kept me company while I had my quarter-life crisis on your couch for two days. We bonded.”

“And what did you come up with while experiencing this crisis? Anything life changing?” Max hadn’t wanted to push last night to talk about the future. He hadn’t want to bring up Emma leaving because if he was being honest, and he quite often wasn’t with himself, he was enjoying having her here. It had been less than a week but she’d already imbued herself deeper into his life than he could have ever anticipated.

“I’ve decided I’m going to marry rich and become a trophy wife.” She announced, eyes glittering as a wicked smirk kicked up at the edge of her mouth.

Max was so startled by her declaration, he choked out a laugh so loud Sassy went flying across the kitchen floor in a startled terror.

Emma made a sound of offense before rolling her eyes. “I’m insulted you think my goal of being a trophy wife is so lofty. Am I really that hideous?”

When she sticks out her bottom lip in a pout, Max had to physically restrain himself to keep from reaching out and swiping his thumb across her outstretched lip, his fingers digging into the sides of his chair so hard his knuckles went white. Before he can come up with a response though, Max’s phone buzzes in his pocket. Reluctantly pulling it out, he’s unable to bite back the groan that starts in the back of his throat.

“Everything okay?” Emma asks before popping a bite of bacon into her mouth.

“Christian won’t stop emailing me about the stupidest shit after hours and on weekends. Marko too. It’s never anything important and most of the time could wait until I see them again.” Max frowns, reading the subject line: ‘NEW PR IDEAS FOR YUKI’. “I’m about to block them both.”

Emma reaches out with her hand, motioning for him to hand over his phone, “I have an idea, can I try something?”

Max easily slides the phone across the counter and watches, mesmerized, as Emma starts tapping away at his phone for several moments, her eyes fixed on the screen. As she works, she catches her bottom lip in between her teeth, nearly sending Max into another spiral so quickly he has to look away.

“And…done! There you go, that should take care of your problems.” Emma looks up, sly grin stretching across her face as she hands back the phone. “I created a few rules in your inbox. Now anything that Christian and Helmut send you after hours will go directly into a separate folder instead of in your main inbox so you can choose when you want to look at their stuff instead of being bothered by their lack of boundaries.”

Max tilts his head, eyes narrowed as he lifts his gaze from his phone to meet Emma’s eager expression. He’s quiet for so long that Emma shifts uncomfortably, wondering if she’d crossed a line. Maybe he didn’t like his things messed with. Maybe she had gone too far with her desire to help and it had made him angry.

Why was she always messing everything up?

“Marry me.” Max mutters finally, half joking and half deadly serious and Emma blinks over at him. “Marry me and become my trophy wife, please.”

Emma can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of her at the sheer ridiculousness of the request. “You’re insane.”

Max just smirks, sinking into the sound of her laughter. It’s light, sweet, and everything that he craves as the sound rakes itself over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I’m serious. You come in here, clean up my place and make it look like someone actually lives here, fill my fridge with all of my favorite things, and banish my bosses emails to a folder I never have to look at? That’s wife behavior right there, schat.”

Emma’s cheeks go crimson but she manages to roll her eyes, “That sounds a lot like personal assistant behavior to me and if you need a lecture in the differences between wifey and assistant behavior, we have bigger problems on our hands, Verstappen.”

“Then be my assistant.”

Emma doesn’t have a response to that because she can’t quite tell if Max is still teasing her or not. The look on his face shifts into something more serious though and she struggles to catch up. She was still trying to recover from the faux proposal moments ago, the thought of marrying Max suddenly making her throat feel tight and cheeks feel hot. “Wait. What?”

Max shrugs, feigning nonchalance as best as he can. “Horner has been after my ass for years to hire a personal assistant. He claims I miss too much and am spread too thin. To be honest, he’s probably just bitter I never return any of his emails but he does have a point.” He pauses, flipping his phone around in his hands as a way to channel the nervous energy buzzing through his veins. He hadn’t meant to ask her to be his assistant but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he didn’t want to take them back.

“I don’t have any experience in your world, Max.” Emma says, worrying the corner of her lip.

“You don’t need experience in motorsport to help me run my life. You need a job, a place to stay, a steady paycheck, right? I can give all of those things to you, Em. Let me help?”

Emma drops her gaze away from Max’s for a moment, contemplating the offer. He was right, of course. She had nothing holding her back, no prospects. She’d spent the better part of the time alone in Max’s place searching for something, anything for her to do. Jobs that she was qualified for were few and far between in Monaco. The thought of going back to teaching and the politics that came along with it, made her stomach churn. Working for Max would save her from having to go back home with her tail tucked between her legs.

“At least until you figure out what you want to do going forward.” He says quickly to fill the silence that filled the space between them. “You don’t have to be my assistant forever, just until you get back on your feet and decide what’s next.”

A small grin ticks up at the corner of Emma’s lips and Max knows he’s got her.

“Alright, yeah.” She pauses, drawing in a deep inhale. There was a significant shift in the air as she studied Max sitting across from her, it was charged with something that neither of them were quite ready to face yet but they both knew was meaningful in a way they hadn’t ever anticipated.

“And who knows, maybe I’ll even find a rich race car driver to trophy wife me up, right?”

Emma winks over at Max but the only thing that scuttles through his mind in response is ‘yeah, and that man will be me.’

The sun in Bahrain was relentless. While Emma considered herself relatively well traveled, she’d never been to the Middle East before. After going to Japan last week with Max, her head was spinning with how different her life had become literally overnight.

After she had accepted Max’s offer, it had been decided that the easiest thing to do was hire Emma via Red Bull and pay her that way. This protected everyone involved and gave Emma the stability she’d been craving since being fired from her nightmare of a nannying job. It also gave legitimacy to her being in the paddock and the access to places where Max needed her to be.

It was a simple enough job when it all came together. Manage Max’s email and personal schedule, make sure his meals were what his trainer needed them to be, when they needed to be there, ensure Jimmy and Sassy were visited by the pet sitter 3 to 4 times a day, handle his personal appearance requests that didn’t go through the Red Bull PR department. The tasks were easy for someone as organized and type A as Emma and she fell into the role seamlessly.

Japan had been easy because Max had a mega weekend and the team was on the upswing.

And then Bahrain happened.

Emma was walking towards the parking lot of the paddock after the race Sunday night with another Red Bull employee when the shouts of someone calling her name stopped her in her tracks. The race had gone horribly wrong for Max and he’d told her to go ahead to the hotel without him because he’d be at the track for hours pouring over data with GP and the engineering team. Emma had wanted to get a head start on packing, for both Max and her anyway, so she had agreed and found a ride back with someone else.

She turned around to see one of the PR interned sprinting after her, wild panic in her eyes.

“Laurie, what’s wrong?” Anxiety fluttered in her chest briefly. Max had made it out of the car in one piece and as far as she was concerned her job was finished for the night.

Laurie struggled to catch her breath as stopped short of Emma and Rachel, the engineer she was getting a ride with. “Max. Refusing to do media. Won’t talk to anyone but you.”

“What?” Emma shot a confused look at Rachel before returning her gaze back to the young woman. “Laurie, take a few deep breaths. Did you run here from the media pen?”

Laurie nodded before dragging in a few more ragged breaths. It took a few more moments but eventually, her chest stopped heaving like she had just finished a marathon.

“Ok, now slow down.” Emma started, placing a hand on Laurie’s shoulder. “What is going on? Where’s Max?”

“He’s refusing to go to the media pen and do his interviews. The FIA officials are threatening fines, Horner is about to combust, and he says he’ll only talk to you.”

Emma’s brows rose into her hairline as she exchanged another surprised look with Rachel. “Well, I guess I’m not going back to pack right now, am I? Go ahead without me, I’ll get a ride back with Max. Thanks Rachel.”

Rachel nodded before wishing her good luck and turning back towards the parking lot.

Emma turned back to Laurie, “Okay, where is he?”

“Driver’s room.”

“Okay, go to the pen and tell everyone Max wasn’t feeling well after the race. Blame the heat or something? And that he’ll be along in less than 20 minutes.”

Laurie nodded before jogging off towards the media tent. Emma turned down a quiet alleyway on her way to Red Bull’s hospitality.

It only took a few more minutes before she was standing in front of Max’s drivers room on the second floor of the suite. She’d spent most of her time in the room this weekend, watching the practice sessions and qualifying while working on getting Max’s inbox under control (something that was still a work in progress and causing her almost as many headaches as the driver who was currently throwing a tantrum). As she stood in front of the closed door though, there was a heavy air of anxiety and anger that hummed through the space. She knew what she’d find behind the door, had seen the way Max had looked furious when he’d gotten out of the car.

Emma only had to wait a few moments after knocking softly to hear a strangled “Come in.”

Pushing the door open with a gentle shove, Emma took a few steps into the room before spotting Max. Her heart ached when she saw the way he was folded in on himself, shoulders hunched, race suit still half-on, head in his hands. Despite it being a rough weekend for the team, Max had tried to take most of it on the chin. His temper had flared a few times here and there, a few stiff words for GP during the race, a few angry glances lobbed at a mechanic that happened to be in his way. No one had thought much of it as it happened. They were used to his moods, GP assured Emma a few dozen times there was nothing she could do to help. It was just something Max had to work through on his own. He’d done it before and he’d do it again.

But this? The way he was curled in on himself like he wanted to shrink down to a size that couldn’t be seen, the way he refused to look up when Emma stepped into the room, the way his fingers gripped at his hair like he was trying to rip the pain away from his head? This was all a new side of Max that Emma had the feeling not many people had ever seen.

In a flash, she was crossing the room before crouching in front of him. She doesn’t touch him, despite every inch of her body screaming that she should. She didn’t quite trust herself in that moment. Didn’t quite trust herself to be able to stop with a simple touch on the back of his hand. Emma was worried she’d want more and that? That was dangerous.

“Max, what’s going on?”

“I can’t do this.” He laments, eyes finally lifting up to meet hers.

The pain and embarrassment sitting so plainly in his eyes had Emma’s heart squeezing painfully.

“The car is just…I can’t drive it. I lost count of how many laps I spent stuck behind a fucking Alpine. An Alpine, Emma!”

Emma nodded like she knew what that meant as Max stood to pace the small room. “Max,” She tries to placate, knowing that the time is limited and he was staring down the face of a hefty fine. “I bought you some time with the FIA but they’re out there yelling about fines and I think Horner might be close to having a stroke.”

Max turns on her, eyes wild with rage and something else that looks a lot like anguish. “Well that makes two of us then.” He says miserably. “I’m not going to Jeddah.”

The statement stops Emma in her tracks. “Wait, what? Max, I know the race was bad but you can’t just quit four races into the season.”

“I’m not quitting, Em.” He says with a roll of his eyes and Emma resists the urge to swat at him for the sass. “I just need a few days to clear my head before I go straight into another race weekend.”

“Okay, I can work with that. Let me get on the phone with your pilot and see what your options are while you’re doing media. I’ll figure out a place where you can go for a few days while I head to Jeddah to make sure everything is set up for you.”

Max shakes his head, “No.”

Emma pinches at the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes. “Oh, God bless it.” She sighs deeply, shaking her head. “The hell do you mean, ‘no’? You literally just said you didn’t want to go to Jeddah?”

“I’m not going without you.”

Emma blinks in surprise but manages to hold eye contact with Max. “I wasn't aware 'emotional support assistant' was my new job title.” She quips, grin ghosting at the edge of her lips.

For what feels like the first time all weekend, Max laughs. It’s loud and genuine and sends a shiver of pleasure dancing over Emma’s skin. He shakes his head, scrubbing at his tired face with his rough, calloused hands. “I don’t want to be alone and I don’t want to go with anyone else.”

Again, Emma found herself narrowing her eyes in a vain attempt to understand the man in front of her. “That…makes no sense. You want to be alone but you want me to come with you?”

“I don’t want to go with anyone else.” Max pouts.

Pouts. The four-time world champion that was known to make even the most experienced mechanic cower pouts at Emma.

“Will you go out to the media pen and not be a sarcastic brute to the reporters if I agree to this?”

A sly grin slips onto Max’s face as he nods, realizing he’s won.

Emma sighs, the fight draining out of her as quickly as the tension seemed to be leaving Max’s body. “Fine.” She relents, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “But you owe me, big time. I had planned to spend the next few days comatose in a hotel room doing nothing but watching bad reality tv and eating even worse takeout.”

Max’s grin widens, the relief evident in his suddenly brighter eyes. “I promise I will make sure I buy you the best takeout wherever we end up and you can even pick the TV we watch.”

Emma levels a pointed look at him as she throws a bottle of water his way, “And you! You will be polite out there. You will answer their questions, even the stupid ones, without rolling your eyes so hard you risk a sprain. And you will not, under any circumstances, blame Jack or Pierre for your…unfortunate race. Got it?”

“Deal.” Max agrees quickly, already moving towards the door. The heavy cloud of anger that had clung to him all weekend seemed to have lifted, replaced by a restless energy that was something Emma could make work. “What are we thinking? Somewhere with a good beach? I haven’t spent a day near the ocean in too long.”

Emma follows him, grabbing his discarded team jacket from the back of a chair before wrapping herself up in the oversized garment. “Hold your horses, Verstappen. You still have about fifteen minutes of explaining to do to a very angry and tired contingent of journalists. Lets get through that first and then your ‘emotional support assistant’ will work her magic and find us the perfect escape.”

As the pair walks out into the paddock and towards the media tent, a small smile plays on Emma’s lips. Emotional support assistant. She had to admit, the title had a certain ring to it, even if it made her sound completely ridiculous. And if it meant seeing that genuine smile on Max’s face again, she was willing to take on the role. Jeddah could wait an extra few days. Some bad TV and questionable takeout with a surprisingly vulnerable racing driver suddenly sounded like a far more interesting proposition.

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