#This is my mom’s favorite character by the way

[navybrat817]

Cooking Together

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky asks you to cook a meal with him.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, longing, pining, canon divergent neighbor AU, flirting of sorts, mention of HYDRA, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Short and sweet for @stellar-solar-flare’s Starry Winter Sky Event! I went with cooking together and Neighbor AU as a small expansion of this nonsense. February has had some lingering January energy, and I hope you enjoy what I was able to write! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

If you asked Bucky if he thought he was a good cook, he’d say he was decent. He retained some of what his mom taught him many years ago and he carefully followed recipes once he was completely free of HYDRA. It was admittedly a bit of a rough go at first. Being able to choose what he could eat was a foreign concept after he didn't have the choice for so long. It got better each day. Every single meal he got to reclaim a piece of himself by making the choice of what he did and didn’t want.

Until today, he always cooked alone.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” you smiled, graciously accepting the apron he handed you.

Bucky had moved into the building a few months ago and you lived across the hall. As far as neighbors went, you were the best. Since day one, you always greeted him with a smile and a kind word. You never played your music too loud or disturbed anyone. Alpine adored you, which told him everything he needed to know since she was the best judge of character. And you never once objected to looking out for her when he had to leave for a mission.

Out of paranoia, he left harmless little “traps” to see if you'd snoop through anything the very first time you went over. Nothing that would hurt you or draw your attention, of course, but something that would let him know if anyone tampered with anything. You didn't. You were a genuinely good and respectful person, and that made him trust you more.

“Thanks for accepting the invitation. And allow me,” he offered, stepping behind you to help you tie it. His fingers lingered on the fabric and he took the moment to inhale your sweet scent before he stepped away. He didn't want to be a creep. “And it’s the least I could do since you offered to watch Alpine. Again.”

“I love watching her. She’s wonderful.”

The photos you sent were something he always looked forward to when he was away. Some of the captions you added made him laugh and smile. His favorite was a selfie you took with Alpine’s cheek against yours. He saved it as “my girls”, which you weren’t aware of.

Because you technically weren’t his girl.

“Well, she adores you,” Bucky smiled. He adored you, too. It stunned him when he found out you were single, and he was selfishly thankful for that. 

“I’ll have to get her another toy,” you said, your lips curling in a small smile. “If that’s okay with you.”

He laughed, a warm and easy sound. “Between the two of us, she’s spoiled rotten and she wouldn’t want it any other way.”

He never expected to be a cat dad, but life surprised him. In fact, it also surprised him that Alpine wasn’t camping out nearby or brushing against one of your legs. She was a smart cat and likely somehow sensed that he wanted alone time with you.

“Well, she deserves it,” you winked before things went quiet.

One of the nice things about hanging out with you was that he didn't mind any bouts of silence. They didn’t feel awkward or tense. In those quiet moments and stolen glances he felt like he had the best conversations with you. He was happy and felt safe being in the same space as you.

“You know,” Bucky began as he set the ingredients on the counter. He lucked out by having a decent sized kitchen since he took up a lot of space. “If I was a better neighbor, I would've just cooked a meal for you while you relaxed.”

It felt romantic for the two of you to cook together, but you weren't together and now he felt like an idiot. A gentleman would've made you a meal and pampered you. Or take you out for a nice meal. He hadn’t dressed up, opting for his jeans and a trademark Henley while you wore a sundress that had his mind racing with both sweet and filthy images. He didn't have flowers for you either.

His “game”, as Sam would say, was rusty.

“You're a great neighbor, Bucky. The best neighbor I’ve had,” you defended. He tried to be a good neighbor and person. A minor way to make up for some of his forced wrongdoings. “And cooking something together is fun! We could even try something at my place next week if you'd like.”

Bucky almost knocked the salt over, his eyes wide. “Really?” You were inviting him over to do this again?

“Yeah, really,” you replied, taking a moment to scan the simple recipe in the cookbook. You always had the cutest expression when you concentrated on something, and he didn’t want to choose something too difficult for the first meal. “We can take turns picking things out to try and trade off cooking at your place and mine. You can even bring Alpine over if you want.”

He suddenly had the image of you in his arms, dancing around the kitchen as you both waited for a meal in the oven to cook. Soft music, low lighting, his hands on your hips, and a tender smile on your face. Stealing a gentle kiss and keeping his eyes open only for a moment so he could see for himself that it wasn't a dream.

“Yeah,” he breathed, pulling his hair back in a ponytail and washing his hands to distract himself from his thoughts. “I’d really like that.”

“Great,” you exhaled. His heart beat faster when he caught you staring. He liked to pretend the look in your eyes was longing. “Sorry. You just…” you cleared your throat and gestured to his head. “You have really nice hair.”

The compliment had his heart racing even faster. “I have nice hair?” he asked. Your fingers would feel amazing in his hair.

You ducked your head for a moment before you met his gaze with a soft smile. “Yeah, you do.”

“Thanks,” he smiled back, his shoulder brushing yours when he stood beside you. Electricity lightly cracked between you. Did you feel it, too? “Um, I peeled the carrots before you got here. Would you like to cut them?”

“Oh, I think you’re better with a knife than I am,” you giggled.

He puffed his chest out and twirled the knife he selected in his hand without thinking about it. Part of him was showing off because, well, he wanted you to stare again. “How about I help you?”

“Help me? How?” you asked.

“Here.” He placed the knife in your hand and stood behind you once he had the carrots on the cutting board. “I’m going to preface this by saying I’m far from an expert, but I usually cut them into decent sized pieces before I dice them.”

“I trust your judgement,” you said, glancing over your shoulder. Your faces were close enough that he could kiss you if he leaned in a fraction. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t take what you didn’t offer.

Carefully placing his hands over yours once you faced forward, he felt that electricity crackle again as he helped guide you. He angled his hips so he didn’t press against you, but still stayed close. “See? You’re a natural,” he whispered against your ear when you made the first cut through the vegetable.

He heard the hitch in your breath and how your blood rushed faster in your veins. He felt your skin warm under his touch as you cut the next piece. He also caught the slight tremble that went through your frame when his grip tightened, but he didn’t sense any fear. He hadn't detected any sort of fear or disgust since he came into your life.

But what he sensed in this very moment was excitement.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you whispered back. The way you spoke his name was breathy, beautiful, and he longed to hear that again. “You’re a great teacher.”

“I’m not,” he said, thankful your back was to him so you wouldn’t see the pink that tinted his cheeks. “But I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, you are,” you stated, tempting him to turn your head toward him to kiss you. If he did that and you stabbed him, he wouldn’t blame you or hold it against you. “And Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“I really am glad you invited me over,” you said.

He stopped himself from putting his face in the crook of your neck. “I am, too,” he said, smiling to himself as he helped you finish up. “And now that you’ve mastered the carrots, we can chop the onions.”

“Onions? Oh, no,” you groaned playfully.

As the sound of both of you laughing a second later filled the room, Bucky was glad he went with his gut and asked for you two to cook together.

And maybe before the night was over, he’d ask you out on a date and prove to himself that his game wasn't completely hopeless.

I wonder just how he'll ask you out! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[waifuoftomonori]

Okay, I’ve answered most of these in other posts already, but I’ll go ahead and answer the ones I haven’t. (I’m not sure if this is the usual way to do this, but I doubt anyone’s gonna send me asks and I want to answer the questions anyway.) 1. N/A - no other fictional character brings me nearly as much joy, comfort, or lust as Tomonori of Scarlet Fate

2. Well, when I was a kid, I had a major crush on Farid from Inkheart, if that counts. I haven’t read those books in ages, so he is no longer a blorbo for me, and considering he’s a kid, I don’t know if he would still be if I reread those books. I feel like I might sympathize more with the author, or maybe even get a crush on— what was his name, Dustfinger?— the grown-up thief. …Anyway, due to that combined with the portrayal of certain characters in The Thief Lord, I blame Cornelia Funke for my lifelong obsession with rogues.

3. see my post about the moment of blorbo-ization

4. I have to pick just one? Oh, man. Okay, as impressive and sexy as Tomonori’s composure in the face of various threats is, from a snarling beefy monk to various gods/demons who want to end the world, my favorite thing about him has to be the world-altering potential of his unspoken but deeply passionate love for Shiki. This man was equally willing to cause the apocalypse or save the world for her. That is a choice he canonically laid at her feet. I’ve seen “I’ll end the world in your name / out of love for you” a few times before, and I’ve seen “I’ll save the world for you / because you’re in it” a few times, but this might be the first and only time I’ve seen a character who’s absolutely willing to do either. Who puts his personal opinion of whether the world should continue or end secondary to the opinion of the person he loves, even when he has the power to do either, and gives her that choice instead. That might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen a character do in fiction.

5. Do I dislike anything about him? Other than things the writers didn’t fully explain, like whoever decided the role he should play in Gentoka’s route, no. It’s not that I think he’s flawless, but his pettiness and stubbornness and (only sometimes necessary) secretive tendencies and all of that are endearing to me.

6. Uh, I don’t know. The writer in me would be dying to show him my fanfiction and ask, “How would you act if you were in this situation?” or “Is this something you think you would say? How would you change it?” about a million places in the work, but as a person I think that might make him uncomfortable, especially if it came out of nowhere. I do “talk to him” a lot in my journals, and my version of him answers back. We’ve had whole conversations. He can’t seem to stop calling me “Shiki” though; it feels incredibly awkward to have him use my real name for some reason.

7. There’s a fandom other than me? Like, a fandom with collective opinions and stuff? I had no idea.

8. Introvert who’s learned how to read people and interact with them in formal contexts out of necessity. He’ll paste on a smile and say all the right things in public, but if given the choice he’d rather be at home reading.

9. calm, devious, romantic

10. If he’s trying to protect me, yes, absolutely. If that’s not a guarantee and Shiki and Akifusa also exist in this world (mostly Shiki, he’s not quite as protective of Akifusa, who to be fair doesn’t need it from physical threats as much), then I’ll trust him to protect me as long as it doesn’t interfere with their lives or safety.

11. Yup. So many fanfics. Still writing them, in fact.

12. Yeah, my mom, dad, and stepdad all know about him and the extent of my obsession with him. I’d probably gush about him to my brothers more if they were home more often or showed even a trace of interest.

13. Anything I could feasibly see him doing? No. But then I guess if he committed an act that would severely change my opinion of him, he wouldn’t be the same character, would he? So maybe that’s the whole point of the question. …Uh, sorry for clarifying all that. I guess if he raped someone, that would change things.

14. Again: there’s a fandom? Never had that problem. But even if I did, I don’t think I would distance myself from the character, just from the other people. Or if I’d grown close with them, I’d just ask them to stop talking about the character with me, and I’d do the same with them. We’re allowed to have different opinions, but I shouldn’t have to hear them dissing my favorite character if I don’t want to, and I’d hope they would respect that as my friends.

15. Big fandom problems, not mine.

16. Define “canonically”.

17. Hell no. Look, not all writers are sadists who want to see characters suffer. When I do make him suffer, it’s because the story compels me to, or else there wouldn’t be interesting conflict for him (and usually Shiki and/or Akifusa as well) to eventually overcome.

18. Yes. With Shiki and Akifusa, as is doubtless abundantly clear by this point.

19. Short, smartass, scheming, morally complex men who are passionately in love with one woman for the vast majority of their lives. (Or man; I wouldn’t mind reading a gay version of this, I just haven’t found one yet.) Alternate type: thieves, rogues, bandits, cutpurses, pickpockets, footpads, maybe assassins in extreme cases. If the two “types” are combined in one character, so much the better. Also, on a list of fictional characters I find attractive, 4 of the… 20-ish have red eyes, and two of those four are ostensibly human.

20. N/A. …Or, I guess, no. Depending on how one defines “blorbo”. I have favorite characters (and ships) from other works of media, characters and ships of whom I prefer to read fanfiction over fanfiction of any other characters or ships, but I don’t get excited about them the same way I do about Tomonori.

21. N/A

22. I don’t know. I want to say yes, but if he were real I’d feel uncomfortable writing fanfiction about him, since I don’t do RPF. And although I adored him as a character in canon, I think it was through the fanfiction I wrote after that I grew to love him and all his many facets on a deeper level. But I guess if he were real, he’d be dead since he lived in the Heian era, so maybe I wouldn’t have that problem. But I dunno, then I’d have to do even more historical research, and that’s just a pain in the ass. I’d probably still admire him, though.

23. He’s a victim of 1. Gentoka’s route; 2. not appearing in the CD Drama official art that showed the 5 “main” love interests shirtless but apparently Tomonori didn’t matter enough to the writers for that; 3. not getting a nice yukata in the summer festival stories despite the fact that fuckin’ Akifusa got one and from goddess lady’s perspective I would think Tomonori would seem more important and thus more deserving of one, but again, apparently the writers and/or artists didn’t care enough about Tomonori for that; 4. not getting any additional “autumn” stories; and 5. not getting a sequel story. …If anyone does happen to have information that the people in charge of Scarlet Fate released extra bonus stories and/or official art of him wearing anything other than that kimono (or the school uniform for the high school AU CD Drama, but that doesn’t count because it’s not canon and they did it wrong anyway, Shiki should obviously have been childhood friends with Akifusa and Tomonori too, not just some rando girl they instantly crushed on at first sight— leave that to the other love interests)— please let me know, and let me know where I can read or see it.

24. hmmm. I don’t want to change anything. But if I had to? Let’s make him even shorter. Like, 5’0” or something. Even shorter than Shiki.

25. I’m pretty sure they used him in the Scarlet Fate+ app to introduce the player to the game, but of course at that time I didn’t realize who he was. How did I first discover that app? I was playing a bunch of similar otome at the time— well, similar in the sense that you’d spend some version of stamina to read stories for free 5 times a day, or you could pay once to gain access to the full story. I think I gave up on Scarlet Fate+ because it’s really not the kind of story that’s ideally read in small fragments like that, but later I returned to the paid version, bought it, and thoroughly enjoyed Akifusa’s route. (After reading Gentoka’s, which was kinda meh— and I have the problem with it I mentioned above, although I didn’t have that problem at the time because Gentoka’s route is lacking in Tomonori lore so I didn’t have the full context— but helped me realize Shiki’s a badass, and I liked it enough that I wanted to read about other characters. …Anyway, I read Akifusa’s next because Akifusa made me laugh, and I’ve found that’s usually a good sign I’ll enjoy an otome character’s route. Often that character will end up being my favorite. In this case, I fell in love with his best friend instead. Sorry, Akifusa. Look on the bright side, you’re one of the characters I ship with him.) 26. Definitely not. This sounds terrible to admit now, but at the time I thought he was just a tutorial character who they only included because he had a pretty face. Even after you get to see little hints of his personality in the game, I still had no clue. I think the first premonition I had that he might be a more interesting character than I gave him credit for was how he dealt with the “trolley problem” in Akifusa’s route. Possibly.

27. Of course I want more people to know about him. It’s tiring having to explain who he is every time. I joked about making an informational PowerPoint once, but I might seriously consider doing that.

28. Yes. Not for any reason to do with Tomonori specifically, but I have been attacked online for the mere fact that he is a fictional character and I’m obsessing over him. I think I made a post about that too.

29. I’m the only creator of fanfics about him that I know. No, my own fanfiction has not made me cry. It has moved me emotionally on occasion, but not to the point of tears.

30. It’s been six years so far. What’s another three? Sure.

BLORBO ASKS GAME

reblog if you’d like people to send you asks about your Blorbo

who’s the Blorbo that you’ve never posted about on your blog?

who was your first ever Blorbo, who was your childhood Blorbo, and are they still your Blorbo?

was there any specific point / any specific moment that suddenly made this character your Blorbo, or did you slowly grow to love them more and more until they became a Blorbo to you?

what’s the thing you love the most about your Blorbo?

what’s the thing you dislike the most about your Blorbo?

if you could talk to your Blorbo, what would you say to them?

what’s the one thing the fandom gets wrong about your Blorbo?

is your Blorbo an introvert or extrovert?

describe your Blorbo in 3 words

if your Blorbo were real, would you trust them with your life?

have you ever written a fanfic about your Blorbo?

do you talk to your family or in-real-life friends about your Blorbo?

is there any crime, any wrongdoing your Blorbo could commit that would make you stop loving them and remove them from your hyperfixation entirely?

have you ever distanced yourself from your Blorbo / have you ever left a fandom because people in the fandom were being too toxic?

have you ever gotten involved in ship wars?

is your Blorbo canonically alive?

do you like seeing your Blorbo suffer?

do you ship your Blorbo with any character?

when it comes to Blorbos, do you have a type?

if you have more than one Blorbo, do you love them all equally?

if your Blorbo is from a live-action media, are you also a fan of the actor who plays them?

would you still love your Blorbo if they were real?

is your Blorbo a victim of badly written script / bad plot / character assassination in the hands of canon?

if you could change one canonical thing about your Blorbo, what would it be?

how did you first discover your Blorbo?

when you first discovered your Blorbo, did you realize from that moment that they would become your Blorbo?

do you gatekeep your Blorbo? / would you want more people to know about your Blorbo?

have you ever been attacked online just because you liked your Blorbo?

has a fanfic about your Blorbo ever made you cry?

do you think this character will still be your Blorbo three years from now on?

[nubiawrites]

chapter seven

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Smut. oral (giving and receiving). sex.

Summary: Iriye and Aaron experience a night of firsts.

Notes: FLY EAGLES FLY! Also, I'm excited to finally get this one out because I figured out the ending for this series, so enjoy the ride. It's gonna have some ups and downs. Comment, like, reblog, or send me asks. I want to hear your thoughts as I love responding.

MASTERLIST

Music floated throughout Iriye’s apartment, and Mariah Carey sang about it being her night, which set the mood. She was happy it was Friday and she had a date with Aaron.

For once, Iriye wasn’t on the lot that day, as she had decided to take a me-time day. She started with some Pilates, trying to remember the last time she had been to a class. Her instructor even asked her where she had been after her workout. She then headed for a quick lunch, walked around her favorite used book store, and got her feet and nails done.

Iriye came home and read a few emails before seeing the time and figuring she should get ready. She started getting ready, spending time scrubbing down in the shower. She exited the shower and moisturized, moving on to her skincare. After feeling refreshed, Iriye went to the closet to see what she had to wear.

As Iriye pondered an ankle-length dress, she heard her phone ring and grabbed it. She smiled as she saw who it was.

“How’s my favorite child?” The smooth voice flowed from the phone, Iriye seeing her mother on the screen.

“Mommy, I’m your only child,” Iriye chuckled. 

“Same difference,” Eve, Iriye’s mother, stated. “Oh, you got the silk robe we took from the spa day we had. Where you heading out to?”

Iriye bit her lip as she shook her head. That day with her mom had been a trip.

“Who says I’m going out?” Iriye asked.

“You are shea buttered down my dear. You learned that from me. Do you have a date?” Iriye could hear the smile in her mom’s voice.

“Yes,” Iriye said as she sat on her bed, phone in hand. “I’ve been sort of seeing someone.”

“And by seeing someone, you mean having protected sex?” Eve inquired.

“Mom!” Iriye shook her head at her mother. “We are too close.”

“We raised each other practically,” Eve said. Iriye’s mom was merely twenty-two years old when she found out she was pregnant. But her mom was always too cool, even if she knew when to lay down the law. “You’re my grown daughter. I know you be having sex,”

“We haven’t gotten to know each other that biblically,” Iriye stated. “But he’s different than any man I’ve been interested in before.”

“How so?” Iriye picked at a thread on her cover. 

“He’s so… authentically himself,” Iriye admitted. “I think sometimes he looks at me with rose-colored glasses.”

“And what’s wrong with that, sweetie?” Eve asked. Iriye sighed.

“Because what happens when he takes them off and sees me? Sees the good and the bad and the ugly,” Iriye admitted.

“Then you see if he likes what he sees or runs away,” Eve declared. “Not every man is like Jay,” Iriye sighed as she thought of Jay.

“You know he still calls Tamara,” Iriye mentioned. “I can’t fault her. They became great friends through me. But it still hurts. I feel like if I just… was a little more bending and willing to shine more-”

“Some men are just not built for women like you. Women like us. Their loss.” Eve shrugged after interrupting her. “You are so beautiful, intelligent, and talented. If a man can’t see that and step out of the way to let you shine, they don’t even deserve to be in your rays or your shadow.”

“I love you so much, Mommy,” Iriye said, trying not to get teary-eyed. It was blunt and straight to the point, but it was the truth served straight up. No chaser needed.

“Now wipe your tears and show me what you’re wearing. Because I know you took my favorite sweater dress, and I will get it back when I come out to visit,” Eve declared. Iriye got up and went to her closet, showing her options to her mother and purposefully skipping over the things she took from her.

Iriye was trying to clasp her bracelet when she heard a knock at the door. She headed out of her bathroom, looking through the peephole and saw Aaron crouching in it. She smiled softly as she opened the door, stepping back to usher him in as she tried to clasp the bracelet.

“Come in. I’m almost ready,” Iriye spoke, still struggling with the bracelet.

“Here,” Aaron shut the door behind him and approached her. “Let me help you,” Iriye tried again, huffing as she didn’t get it. She held her arm, clutching the bracelet in her hand. Aaron reached forward to find the clasp, his fingers gentle against her skin. He concentrated and finally got the clasp, Iriye smiling warmly.

“Thank you,” Iriye kissed him softly, Aaron smiling against her lips. “Hi,”

“Hello,” Aaron’s arms slipped around her waist. “You look-” He pulled back to take her in, his gaze sending a shiver down her spine.  “I think there’s not enough words in my vocabulary that can describe how good you look,”

“Maybe I can help you figure some out. You know… since I’m a writer and all,” Iriye winked. Aaron pulled her back in for a deeper kiss. “Don’t we have dinner plans?” She asked against his lips.

“We do,” Aaron said between kisses before pulling back, his hands smoothing down to her waist. “You look so beautiful, love.”

“Thank you.” Iriye pulled away and grabbed her purse. “Lead the way.”

Aaron and Iriye drove in comfortable silence, mixed with pleasantries and an impromptu sing-along to a Sade song they both loved. As they got closer to the heart of downtown LA, she watched as Aaron navigated the streets, and soon, they entered a parking structure. 

Aaron got out once they were parked and headed for her door, opening it for her. Iriye let Aaron help her out of the car, and she adjusted her dress. His hand slipped into hers, the tingles shooting up her arm every time they touched. Once they got to the elevator, Aaron pressed the button for the rooftop, and Iriye eyed him for a moment, him catching her eye.

“What’s on your mind?” Aaron asked, his smooth voice falling on her ears.

“The rooftop?” Iriye stated. 

“You’ll see,” Aaron said, kissing her hand. She leaned into him softly, watching the numbers tick off as the elevator rose. Once the elevator stopped and opened, Aaron led her out to a hallway with a frosted glass door. They walked down to the door and Aaron held the door open for her

Iriye took in the rooftop, seeing it was an intimate restaurant. Some were seated inside the glass space and others were further outside on the balcony.

“Aaron, this place looks incredible,” Iriye said, turning to see him taking in her reaction. 

“I’m happy to hear that, love,” Aaron stated. A hostess came up and led them over to a table outside. Aaron pulled her chair out for her, waiting till she was sat and comfortable before moving to his. 

“Where did you find this spot?” Iriye asked, grabbing the menu so she could look at what she wanted.

“A friend I made while working manages it,” Aaron stated. “And the food is amazing.”

“Look how connected you are.” Iriye looked over the menu and saw what she was thinking about for appetizers. The waiter came over to bring them water and take their drink orders. Iriye was taken in by how the sun set and the night came alive in LA. “I love this view.”

“Me too,” Aaron said as he took Iriye in. Words couldn’t even describe how beautiful she looked. Her eyes met his, and a heat came across his skin.

“Stop it,” Iriye felt her cheeks warming up, the pit in her stomach clenching as she took in him looking at her. “You look very handsome yourself.” “I clean up nicely after a long day,” Aaron chuckled, sipping his water.

“Tell me about your day,” Iriye asked. Aaron raised an eyebrow, which she returned with one of her own. “Please,”

Aaron regaled Iriye with stories of set life, how he was faring with his co-stars for the show, and how he was making friends with the crew. He talked about how the craft team had given him a few snacks that he liked, even though he was trying to stay in shape while filming Lanterns. She found it refreshing.

“I really am fortunate to get to do what I love,” Aaron admitted after the waiter took their order for shared appetizers. Iriye took a sip of her drink that was brought over, humming at the fruity cocktail as she listened. 

“You know you’re a rarity, right?” Iriye said. Aaron furrowed her brows. “This business has a way of jading people as they climb upwards and onwards. I’ve worked with a few people at different levels and rarely meet people who genuinely love what they’re doing. Who are grateful,”

“That makes me unique?” Blueish grey eyes stared into her soul, and Iriye had to focus.

“It does to me. No matter how big you get, you’re just you. Just Aaron,” Iriye shrugged, taking another drink. “I like that.” 

“I’m glad you do.” Aaron took a sip of his drink. “What about yourself?”

“What about me?”

“Do you love what you do? Writing scripts and scenes for unique people like me to act out,” Aaron rattled out. Iriye took a moment to think.

“It’s a love and hate relationship,” Iriye admitted. “There was a time I hated it—four years into living here. I was working as an assistant for an executive. It felt like they were doing everything possible to make me hate my job. Took so much of my sanity. But I was determined to stick it out. And a year and a half later, I proved myself. She said I could be just like her and take her job. That day, I decided to find another job. Anything. I put my notice in and helped train my replacement when I hired them. I worked at a youth center afterward, trying to find peace of mind. During that time, I found happiness in writing about what I could and wanted. Doing Uber Eats and the odd set job. I never wanted to be that… miserable ever again working a nine to five to make someone else feel important.”

“Are you miserable now? Working on Paradise Lost and all?” Aaron asked.

“Not at all. Everything I worked so hard for is coming to fruition.” Iriye stated. “I’m doing what I love with people who love it just as me,” She admitted. A smile took over Aaron’s face as he reached for her hand, stroking it softly when she put it in his hand.

Appetizers came and went, and Aaron’s friend Troy brought the main courses and two drinks. Iriye was intrigued as Aaron and Troy made quick conversation, retelling how they met.

“Never met a more encouraging spotter,” Troy admitted. Aaron crossed his arms over his chest in thank you.

“Anytime, brother.” Troy and Aaron hugged each other up before Troy shook Iriye’s hand in parting.

The conversation over their main course was pleasant. Iriye learned more about how Aaron was the oldest and how he was close to his siblings and family. How he talked about them made her wish she had someone to share the times growing up.

“I feel like I’ve talked too much,” Aaron stated, Iriye picking off his plate since he hadn’t denied her the first time she did. 

“Not at all. I find people with siblings interesting.” Iriye shrugged. “I’m an only child.”

“Your parents were one and done?”

“It was just my mom and I.” Iriye took a bite of his food, chewing and swallowing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Iriye raised her eyebrow at Aaron. “About your father,”

“I’m not,” Iriye stated. “He left when I was eleven. And honestly, it was probably for the best. My mom and I were better off without him.” She said pointedly.

“How so?” Aaron asked her, his eyes searching hers for a truth. Iriye had to look down at her plate, feeling like she was growing harsh with the mention of her father. 

“I… I’m not ready to talk about that,” Iriye simply said. She could see that look in his eyes—the one to dig deeper. “I just feel like it’ll ruin the night.”

“It won’t,” Aaron assured her.

“For me, it will.” Iriye wasn’t sure if she was ready to let Aaron know how she felt about the man responsible for half of who she was.

“I’m not going to pressure you,” Aaron said. “But just know, I’m ready whenever you are,” Iriye relaxed in her chair, those words washing over her. No pressure. Just patience.

“Thank you.”

By the time the check arrived, anticipation was the name of the game. Iriye was sipping her water, as Aaron had asked.

“I don’t want you falling asleep on me,” Aaron teased, Iriye watching as he wrote his signature. Iriye playfully let her heeled foot slide against the inside of his leg, watching as he stopped writing for a moment.

“Focus,” Iriye spoke, taking another sip of her water. Not even its coldness could calm the heat burning through her.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Iriye.” Aaron felt her foot gently stroking his leg.

“It’s not a bad thing if we both win.” Iriye placed the cup down. “Yours or mine?”

“What are you asking, love?”

“Your place or mine,” Iriye raised a brow. Aaron put his card back in his wallet before sipping his water. Iriye raised her foot high along his leg. She was just so close when-

“You’re something else, Iriye Edwards,” Aaron had her ankle in one hand. 

“What can I say? I know what I want. What do you want?” Iriye asked. She felt his fingers rolling her ankle softly in his hands. Aaron licked his bottom lip, those eyes of his growing darker.

“What I want… is to know how you look lying spread out on my bed,” Aaron breathed. Those words made Iriye take a deep breath, unable to break eye contact with him. 

“That’s someth-”

“I’m not done,” Aaron interrupted. Iriye shut her mouth quickly, hoping no one else focused on them. “I want to be inside of you every way I can. See how you look when you give in to the pleasure I can bring you, Iriye.” Iriye caught the Jamaican twang at the end of his words and felt the anticipation roll up her back. “Smell your scent on my sheets, even after you leave. Is that something you want?”

“Yes,” Iriye breathed. Aaron smiled.

“Then let’s go,” 

Iriye was buzzing as Aaron led her out of the restaurant and back to his car, her clutching onto his arm. It was the comfortable silence, fueled with the thrumming of her heart as she was mentally preparing for what was to come.

But all of it was thrown to the wind once they reached Aaron’s apartment and entered. Iriye didn’t have time to process as the door shut behind her, Aaron pressing her up against it as he kissed her.

Moans left Iriye’s mouth and found a home in Aaron’s. All the self control he held onto left as his hands went to her hips, sliding over her ass as Iriye wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Chest to chest, Iriye felt their clothes were a burden. She moved to push her hands under his suit jacket until Aaron pulled away from the kiss to shrug it off.

“You look so sexy in that dress… I can’t wait to see it on the floor,” Aaron groaned. Iriye giggled as he dragged her to the bedroom, Iriye trying her best not to trip over anything. 

Once inside the bedroom, lips clashed against as Iriye let her hands slide under Aaron’s shirt. He got the memo and backed Iriye to the bed until she fell into the familiar mattress. She leaned up to watch Aaron lift his shirt from his body, muscles and abs underneath the caramel skin.

“You can’t be real.” Iriye hummed, taking him in. Aaron smirked, grabbing her hand and dragging it down his abs. 

“I am. All for you,” Aaron groaned, feeling her nails dragging softly against the skin. She sat up more, making quick work of his belt and unzipping his pants. The peek of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs made him even more appealing to her.

Iriye slipped her hands into Aaron’s pants, helping him get the pants and his boxer briefs down, seeing the one-eyed monster between his legs. She kept her eyes on him as she let her tongue lick at the underside of his length, a groan escaping Aaron.

Aaron’s hand slipped to Iriye’s goddess locs, seeing he was trying to regain some sense of control as Iriye worked the tip of his length into her mouth. She focused on the head, finding it was her favorite part of his length so far. She wanted to spend the night playing with it and discovering what made him tick.

“Jesus,” Aaron breathed, peering down at Iriye playing with the slit of his cock, tongue wiggling against it. She was a pro. He pulled back, watching Iriye’s mouth fall open as she moaned for more. “You look so sexy.” Aaron slid his cock against her lips and she sucked the head into her mouth playfully. “Open those pretty lips for me, baby girl,”

Iriye smiled before letting her mouth fall open, Aaron pushing his length in her mouth. She whined, relaxing as she let him fuck her mouth. One hand went to grip his ass as she encouraged him to fuck her mouth. The other one went to her dress, tugging up the skirt. She slipped her hands between her thighs, moaning around his length as she touched herself through her wet panties.

Aaron thrust a little faster into Iriye’s mouth, her gagging some. She grasped onto his ass as he pulled back, licking up to see his eyes were half hooded and his hand grasping into her hair. Iriye went deeper, seeing how much more his jaw dropped.

“Fuck…” Aaron breathed and Iriye pulled back to suck before taking him deep again, her hand moving her panties aside and slipping her fingers inside, fucking herself and moaning around him. 

Iriye took him down further, gagging around his length as she relaxed, hearing Aaron praising her as she sucked him slowly. She wanted to savor him but she was fucking herself, her pussy growing wetter. She felt one of Aaron’s free hands trail down to the arm fucking herself. 

“I can hear how wet that pussy is Iriye,” Aaron groaned. “Bet your fingers—- fuck—- feel so good inside. But not as good as mine.” Iriye nodded, moaning once again. She whined as he pulled back, seeing him kick off his pants. Iriye was about to take off her dress when Aaron grasped her hand, pulling it out of her panties. Her jaw dropped as he sucked her juices off of her fingers, moaning around them.

Iriye pressed her lips against Aaron’s, tasting their juices together as they kissed. His hands pushed her dress up and lifted it, leaving her in the black lacy bra and panties. Her bra was next, his hands slipping them down her shoulder as they kissed. She was bare to him except for her panties. Iriye pulled away, her staring into his darkened eyes and licking her lip.

“Aaron, I need you,” Iriye moaned as she moved her hand around his length, giggling when he groaned at her touch. “Please…”

“Please, what? Tell me what you need, love.” Aaron kissed her again. 

“Aaron, please fuck me,” Iriye was helpless to her pleasure, needing him. She felt him pull away from the bed, reaching into his bedside drawer and opening a box of gold foil condoms, his length bobbing as he moved. 

Aaron helped her up the bed, his fingers landing on her panties and pulling them off. Iriye moaned as he pushed her legs apart, seeing Aaron lowering to her pussy. “I need you.” She let her hands trail down his shoulders and dug into his shoulders softly.

Iriye let out a moan as he licked at her pussy, seeing her juices on Aaron’s lips. 

“Please, Aaron.” Iriye begged. Aaron smirked up at her from between her legs. “Since you’re using your words,” Aaron trailed kisses up her body, her skin heating up more and more. Iriye moaned and kissed him back when he made it to her lips.

Aaron grabbed the condom, using his teeth to open it. He slipped it on as Iriye’s hand slipped to rub her clit and Aaron pushed it away. His condom covered length pushed between her lower lips, teasing her clit and a gasp came out of her. He slid his length between her lips a few more times, whines leaving her body as he teased her.

“Iriye…” Aaron groaned, sliding between her lips one more time before he grasped her cheek. “Keep your eyes on me. Let me know if you need me to stop.” Iriye nodded, her eyes locking on his. She felt him at her entrance, and he pushed in, Iriye gasping out.

Aaron could feel how warm she was through the condom, his length fitting inside of her like a glove. He had to focus as he fantasized about the moment he would feel all of Iriye wrapped around him. But his late-night and daytime thoughts were nothing compared to the reality below him, her legs beside his hip as his body pressed into hers.

Iriye tried her best not to squeeze around him, wanting to feel all of him, and she was.

“You feel so good, Aaron,” Iriye moaned, already beginning to feel intoxicated with lust. She cupped his cheek to pull him in for a kiss. “Move, please.” “Yes,” Aaron raised himself on his arms, pulling his length out before pushing back in, slow thrusts making Iriye whine. Her hands dragged from his hips to his back, nails grasping onto the caramel skin as she tried to focus on anything but Aaron taking her. 

Iriye rolled her hips against Aaron, and groans fell from his lips. She could see he kept his chain on, and she leaned to kiss him. The way his eyes caught hers, the sight too much for Iriye to focus on so she kissed him, letting him swallow all the moans and gasps that came from her.

“Shit Iriye,” Aaron moaned against her lips. The moans, groans and smack of flesh meeting wet pussy filled the room. 

“You’re fucking me so good,” Iriye cried out. “Harder, baby.” Aaron obliged her, hips moving deeper and faster into her. “Just like that,” Iriye’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. His hips moved into her, colliding with the flesh of her skin. Iriye wrapped her legs around his waist. Keeping him closer as he dug deeper into her.

“You like being filled like this?” Aaron breathed.

“Mhm,”

“That’s not good enough,” Aaron said, giving her a hard thrust into the fleshy spot that had a cry coming from Iriye. “Tell me. Talk to me, Iriye,” He groaned.

“It feels… it feels like you were meant to be inside me.” Iriye licked her lips, the lewd sounds of his cock moving inside of her echoed in his room.

Aaron watched her for a moment, seeing how her breasts moved with every thrust, the different sounds coming out of her as he moved a certain way. It made him want to lose it quickly, and he was okay with that as long as she came first. He could feel her walls tightening, and Iriye was getting worked up. That just made him thrust harder into her, her cries building more and more. Her pussy tightening around him as he coaxed her orgasm from her with his hard cock.

“Iriye…” He groaned, one of his hands sliding to her ass, to pull her harder into him. Her toes clenched at the feeling, liking how he was manhandling her as she grew closer.

“Don’t stop,” Iriye cried, her hand sliding down between them, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it. Seeing her touching herself made Aaron focus on hitting her G-spot, the cries and moans between them making their breathing erratic and their movements following suit.

“Oh shit,” 

“Yes! Right there,”

“Iriye!” Aaron growled into her ear as he rolled himself into her, feeling the pit in his stomach grow. His balls tightened up and he moved faster, needing her to cum first.

“Shit! Oh! Aaron,” Iriye rubbed her clit faster, cries leaving her body as his thrust becane faster. With a grasp of her ass to pull her against him, the damn broke and Iriye cried out as she came, her juices spilling and coating the condom. 

Her walls tightening as she came had Aaron stuttering in a thrust before he fastened his pace once more, drawing Iriye’s orgasm out. It took him ix more wet thrust before he spilled into the condom, pulling Iriye’s hips closer to him. Iriye pressed kisses against his lips, cheeks, and shoulders, clutching onto him as they moved together, riding out their orgasms.

Their hips slowed, sweat clinging to their bodies as Aaron struggled not to suffocate her beneath the weight of his body. However, Iriye pulled him closer. Once he had regained his strength, he dragged them further up the bed. Iriye giggled as she felt his kisses all over her face before he found her lips. She moaned into his mouth as his hand rested on her stomach, and she whined. Aaron pulled out of her, and she whimpered, feeling her juices spilling out. He kissed down her body, lips moving to kiss and suck at her hard nipples.

“Aaron…” Iriye whined as she dragged her nails over his head as he kissed down. “You gotta…” She arched against him when he kissed down the softness of her bell, his tongue licking between her folds. “Let me catch my breath.”

“You got it, love.” He spread her legs over his shoulders. “Just breathe and let me taste you till you’re ready for round two.”

Iriye watched as Aaron devoured her, her night just beginning.

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[luvvums]

SQUID GAME HC'S [THEIR FAVORITE ANIMAL/PET?]

Sum: Just some random headcanons of my boys to start my tumblr! This is also pt. one!

Characters: Dae-ho // Yong-Sik // Thanos // Namgyu

[ COMING SOON: Gi-Hun // Myung-Gi // Jungbae // In-ho ]

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🐯 DAE-HO 🐯

• Tigers LOL

• It's in the name can you blame him? Of course he'd base his favorite animal off his name.

• In all honesty, he definitely loves all big cats in general. (Small cats too, but relating to bigger ones makes him feel very strong lol)

• "If I could get a pet tiger, I'd name it 'Daeho junior'."

• (For practicality, he prefers big, big dogs!)

👓 YONG-SIK 👓

- DOGS ALL THE WAY!!

- Prefers small dogs because they're easier to maintain and carry.

- Would probably get a Maltese and finds it funny when it reminds him of his mom when she's annoyed with him.

💊 THANOS 💊

- A racoon dog...

- He REALLY likes them

- Whenever he does sees one online, he'll just go silent before showing whoever's close his phone and saying "Bandit..😐" in english

- In regards to having a PET, his fav would be cats tbhhh ..cats remind him of Namgyu- i mean what!

💉 NAMGYU 💉

- THIS MF HAS A CATTTT

- Finds it easier to like them since they're easy to take care of.

- especially when he comes home from his job as a club promoter, high off a new drug💔

- firm believer he watches cat videos on his phone even while at the club

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This is the first time I've written for a fandom and POSTED it so I hope it's actually good 💀 I might do a part two with the other guys, idk it just feels embarrassing but at least I'm free🤞🏻

[not-your-damsel]

Serious question, and by no means does me saying that he’s my least favorite character mean that I hate him. Just want to preface that because the Rafayel lovlies out there, I fear, would eat me alive. Leave no bones behind if you will.

Um…

Why doesn’t this man sound like he does in Tomorrow’s Catch-22 ALL the time?!

The way he sounds in the event makes me wanna sit, listen, obey🧎🏽‍♀️. As I said, I don’t hate the guy by any means, he just drives me nuts lmao. I care about him, don’t wanna see anything happen to him, but his everyday character’s speaking cadence and intonation tap dances on my last nerve. I have zero romantic attachment to him and he’s also somehow the only character I have 2 (hopefully 3 with this event) 5 star cards for. He’s more like the guy friend to me that I keep friend zoning time and again - poor barnacle boy. I’ve only been able to complete one half of his Myth in Philos, he sounds alright there, too. But in this event and when I used his trial character as the sea god in Abyssal Chaos, his voice is pleasantly different. No nonsense-like. Maybe that says a lot more about me and my voice kink (🤧 Sylus) than him, idfk anymore lol. Like, shit, didn’t know he had it in ‘im! Apart from his usual voice, his fingernails drive me up a wall, too. War flashbacks, you feel me? I been traumatized inside out, like… lemme stop before I lose all my dignity. 🥲 I was a younger woman, alright? I didn’t ask for a hand inspection before anything!!! That may be some folks’ cup of tea, but out of all the characters, there better be a goddamn Lemurian reason for his nails being more fire than my own, okay? He’s also the only character who, when I first saw him, I thought looked like he stepped right out of a 3D Kpop group. He is genuinely a handsome looking grandpa man, but I’ll forever be weak for Sylus types. The fuckin’ discrete cinnamon roll that he is. I’m gonna torture my Mom with Zayne’s pics from this event 🤫😈. She stay wanting to climb that man like a tree. Good for her 😌🙂‍↕️.

[szariahwroteit]

Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 2

“How was last night?” Camille asked with a playful smirk, her eyes glinting mischievously as she settled into a chair at the foot of Giselle’s bed. She propped her head on her hand, her dark curls cascading softly over her shoulder, watching her best friend intently. The last afternoon, the winter sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room and illuminating Camille’s curiosity as she awaited Giselle’s response.

“Good,” Giselle replied with a playful smile, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a delightful warmth spread across her cheeks, a blush that she hoped wasn't too apparent. The light in her eyes sparkled with mischief as she tried to maintain her composure, the fluttering excitement within her making her heart race.

Her night had been amazing, far beyond a simple 'good,' yet how could she possibly articulate that she had let a man she'd barely known for a day defile her body in the most pleasurable way before cumming in her not once but twice?

“So good that he’s taking you to dinner?” Camille teased, her voice laced with playful mischief. Her eyes narrowed into sly slits, a knowing smile creeping across her lips as she observed Giselle, who was busily shuffling through her belongings. The soft clinking of jewelry echoed in the air as Giselle tucked her essentials into the sleek purse, the anticipation of the evening ahead sparking a radiant glow on her face.

“Exactly,” Giselle winked at her best friend before turning to face the floor-length mirror, giving herself a once-over.

She was beyond thankful when Kylian revealed that she could wear comfortable clothes to dinner before teasingly suggesting she wear the sweatsuit he’d given her to wear after going back to Elise’s place for a night filled with lust and desire.

Brunch with the rest of Elise’s bridal party had been fun. The food and company were incredible, but after spending most of her afternoon and the night before in heels, all Giselle craved was comfort.

“Will you be back here tonight?” Camille asked with a teasing glint in her eye, leaning forward in her chair as if she were bracing for some juicy gossip. "Or are you planning on making it a sleepover?"

Giselle chuckled softly, caught in the moment. The thought of slipping into Kylian's arms after dinner made her heart flutter yet again. She turned back to her mirror, adjusting a wayward strand of hair, a pleased grin spreading across her lips.

"I'm not sure," Giselle replied coyly, the thrill of the mysterious evening unraveling before her. "It depends on how dinner goes."

“I’ll take that as a no,” Camille grinned. She couldn't hear the conversation between Giselle and Kylian when he dropped her off earlier that morning, and Giselle had remained tight-lipped about her night with the footballer. However, the fact that he wanted to see her again so soon was incredibly telling.

Giselle rolled her eyes at Camille's playful jab. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, feigning innocence as she finished packing her bag. However, she couldn't help the smirk tugging at her lips as memories of the previous night flashed through her mind once more.

Camille let out a knowing laugh, clearly seeing right through her friend's act. "Alright, alright," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. "I'll drop it. For now." With a mischievous wink, she stood up from the chair and made her way to the door. "Just don't be too late getting in tonight, okay? I worry about you, you know."

Giselle waved her off with a dismissive hand. "Yes, Mom. I'll text you when I'm on my way back," she promised.

“If!” Camille shouted over her shoulder as she left the bedroom.

Giselle couldn't help but giggle softly to herself as the bedroom door clicked shut behind her, sealing off the world outside. She reached for her favorite tube of lip gloss, its shimmering surface catching the light as she twisted it open. She applied a glossy coat to her plump lips with practiced elegance, enhancing their natural shine and inviting allure. Just as she was admiring her reflection, her phone began to vibrate in her purse, the low buzz breaking the momentary quiet of the room and sparking her curiosity.

Reaching for it, a warmth pooled in her core as she saw Kylian’s name flash across the screen. A giddy smile spread across her face as she quickly unlocked her phone, her heart racing with anticipation.

Kylian: I am outside.

Giselle's breath caught in her throat, a rush of excitement coursing through her. She hastily shoved her phone back into her purse, her mind racing with possibilities about the evening that awaited her.

Grabbing her sunglasses to escape the slowly setting winter sun, she gave herself once over in the mirror, making sure she looked effortlessly chic. The soft fabric of her leggings hugged and accentuated her in all the right places, balancing comfort with an understated allure. She was ready for whatever Kylian had in store for them that night.

With a final glance at her reflection and a quick check of her hair, Giselle stepped out of her room, her heart drumming with excitement. The anticipation of seeing Kylian again sent butterflies swirling in her stomach, each flit igniting her senses.

As she made her way toward the front door, she couldn’t help but replay their night together. The heat of his body against hers, the intoxicating scent that clung to him, the length of his cock, and the biting stretch of his girth that gave way to an indescribable pleasure. The memory made her cheeks flush a soft pink.

Opening the door, Giselle stepped outside, the chill in the air sending a shiver down her spine—but it was promptly warmed by Kylian's charming smile. He leaned casually against his sleek car, its dark exterior gleaming under the waning sunlight. The contrast between the winter chill and his heated gaze made her heart race.

“Hey there,” he greeted, his voice ri k and inviting as if he were pulling her into an embrace with just a word.

“Hi,” Giselle replied, brushing a loose strand of her braided hair behind her ear. She pretended to be calm and composed, but a thrill of nervous excitement danced in her stomach.

“Ready for some fun?” he asked, his tone playful. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched her walk towards him, her outfit a mixture of quiet luxury and comfort.

“Always,” she shot back, her confidence swelling as he reached for her, pulling her petite yet curvaceous frame into his firm body.

Reaching for her sunglasses, Kylian pulled them from her face so he could gaze into her eyes before his fell to her plump, pouty lips.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice taking a more serious edge. He wanted to make sure she was good after their night together.

Giselle blinked in surprise, a soft smile gracing her lips at Kylian's unexpected concern. Her heart skipped a beat at the tenderness in his gaze, a stark contrast to the intensity she'd witnessed the night before.

"I'm feeling good," she reassured him, her voice warm and sincere. "A little sore," she added with a playful wink, "but I feel good. How about you?"

Kylian's lips quirked into a satisfied grin at her question, a flash of pride glinting in his eyes. He loved knowing that he had left his mark on her, that he could still feel the lingering ache of their passionate encounter. It was a primal, possessive thought that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"Can't complain," he replied, his tone casually confident. "Though I'd be lying if I said I haven't spent the day thinking about you.”

Kylian's gaze drifted over Giselle's face, lingering on her lips as if he were recalling the taste of her. His hands slid down her back, settling on the curve of her hips as he pulled her flush against him. The heat of his body seeped into her, chasing away the winter chill.

"I hope you don't have any plans for tonight," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Because I intend to keep you all to myself." His voice was low and rough with promise, sending a thrill of excitement straight to her core.

Giselle's pulse quickened at his words, a shiver of delight running down her spine. She tilted her head to meet his gaze, a coy smile playing on her lips as her mind went to Camille, who she knew would tease her endlessly for being right.

“What are your plans for the evening?” Giselle asked softly.

“I’m taking you to dinner and then somewhere fun,” Kylian grinned.

“Where?”

Kylian leaned in, his breath warm and gentle against her skin, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. With a playful glint in his eyes, he whispered, “I’m taking you to dinner and then go-karting.” The thrill of adventure danced in his gaze, a blend of mischief and amusement that was impossible to ignore. “Have you ever tried it?”

“When I was younger,” Kylian's eyes sparkled with excitement at Giselle's response.

"Well, then," he said, his voice taking on a challenging tone. "How about we see if you've improved your skills since then?"

Giselle's competitive spirit flared to life at Kylian's words. She had always loved a good challenge, and the prospect of racing alongside this incredibly sexy man was too tempting to resist. A slow, confident smile spread across her face as she met his gaze with a defiant glint in her eye.

"Oh, I'm sure I have," she retorted, her voice filled with playful bravado. "The real question is, can you keep up?"

Without a word, Kylian stepped away from Giselle, smirking in amusement, and walked around to the passenger door so he could open it for her.

Giselle settled into the passenger seat as she took in the luxurious interior of Kylian's car. The soft leather seats cradled her body as she adjusted her position, the scent of Kylian's cologne lingering in the air around her. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as Kylian slid into the driver's seat beside her, his muscular frame filling the space with an almost tangible aura of power and confidence.

As Kylian navigated through the city streets, Giselle found herself captivated by the play of emotions across his handsome face. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, the flash of a smile at a particularly challenging turn—each expression was a glimpse into the man behind the public persona, and Giselle felt a growing sense of privilege to be allowed to see this side of him.

"So, tell me about your day," Kylian said, glancing at Giselle as he drove.

Giselle's mind wandered to her conversation with Camille, a soft smile playing on her lips as she recalled her friend's playful teasing. "Well," she began, turning to face Kylian, "I had brunch with Elise and the other bridesmaids today. It was nice to be with everyone after the engagement party, but I have to admit, my mind kept drifting to last night." A faint blush colored her cheeks as she spoke, the memory of their passionate encounter still vivid in her mind.

"And what about you?" Giselle asked, her curiosity piqued. "What did you get up to after dropping me off?" She was genuinely interested in Kylian's day, but a part of her also wondered if he had spent as much time thinking about her as she had about him.

Kylian's lips curved into a soft smile at Giselle's question, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "After I dropped you off, I went to train," Kylian replied, his tone casual yet filled with a sense of dedication.

"I had a few drills to run before I headed home," he continued, his confidence unwavering. "But I would have preferred to be with you.”

Giselle felt her heart flutter at his admission, warmth radiating through her. “You really know how to make a girl feel special,” she teased lightly, her playful smile growing wider.

Kylian chuckled, his eyes sparkling with charm. “I’m just speaking the truth. You’re not easy to get lost in.” He briefly glanced her way before his full attention returned to the road, but the look he shot her made her cheeks flush crimson.

“Maybe I’ll have to make it a habit to leave you breathless,” she shot back, the daring words leaving her lips before she could fully consider their implications. Their eyes met, and the tension simmered once more, filling the car with a palpable chemistry.

“Now, that is a wager I’d gladly accept,” Kylian replied, his voice rich with a playful challenge. The playful banter continued, effortlessly flowing alongside the city's vibrant scenery as they neared their destination—a charming restaurant known for its intimate ambiance and exquisite cuisine.

As they arrived, Kylian parked the car with skilled precision. He effortlessly opened Giselle’s door, extending his hand to help her step out. As her fingers brushed against his, a jolt of electricity shot through her.

“Welcome to my favorite restaurant in Paris,” he declared, gesturing grandly toward the quaint entrance, adorned with twinkling lights and climbing ivy. The restaurant exuded a warmth that invited them in, setting the perfect mood for an unforgettable evening.

Inside, the ambiance was nothing short of enchanting. Soft music played in the background, mingling with the gentle laughter of other diners. Kylian led her to a cozy table in the back away from

any prying eyes.

“Are you readyto eat?” he asked, his eyes glimmering with excitement as he perused the menu.

“Absolutely," Giselle replied, her heart dancing at the idea of sharing this moment with him. "What do you recommend?”

“Steak, pasta, poulet…” Kylian rammbled on as he went through the menu, translating the French dishes that Giselle couldn't make sense of.

Giselle listened intently, each suggestion dripping with allure, much like the tantalizing aroma wafting from the kitchen. Every dish he described felt like an invitation to savor not just the meal but the entire experience she was sharing with him.

“We can order a few things to share, if you’d like,” Kylian added, his voice low and inviting as he leaned closer across the table, his warm breath brushing against her skin. The slight closeness sent a wave of exhilaration rushing through her.

“I love that idea,” Giselle replied, her heart racing at the thought of sharing food—intimate, messy, and undeniably personal.

As they placed their orders, Kylian's attention never wavered from Giselle. He asked her about her life, her dreams, and her passions, genuinely engrossed in her words. Giselle found herself gradually peeling back the layers she usually kept hidden. With each question, she felt more at ease, the initial tension of their chemistry transforming into a budding connection.

Kylian found no problem I'm opening up to Giselle, he spoke about his life, future endeavors he wamued to get into, an upcoming trip to Switzerland he had coming in the next few days, and as he spoke she listened intently, something he appreciated.

“You’re an incredible conversationalist,” Kylian remarked, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “You make it easy to forget we're in a restaurant.”

Giselle laughed, her cheeks warming at his compliment. “Well, I could say the same about you. When you talk about football, it’s like you can see the whole game unfold in your mind.”

“Only because I’ve spent so much time on the field,” Kylian grinned, a hint of pride flashing across his face. “But I’d rather focus on you tonight.”

Their dishes arrived, beautifully plated like small works of art, and they began to share bites, playfully feeding each other while lingering laughter danced between them. Every taste heightened the intimacy, each mouthful weaving them closer together.

“You can’t say you’ve truly lived until you’ve tried this,” Kylian said with a teasing grin, lifting a forkful of rich, creamy pasta to her lips.

Giselle’s mouth opened, her heart fluttering at the sheer audacity of the moment. She savored the bite, her eyes fluttering shut as the flavors exploded on her tongue, and when she opened them, she found Kylian watching her like she was the only thing that mattered.

“That’s amazing!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm spilling over as Kylian took his own bite.

“See? I knew you’d love it,” he chuckled, proud of his choice. “But I suspect you’d enjoy anything I brought you tonight.”

“Oh really? Is that a challenge?” Giselle shot back, her tone dripping with playful defiance.

“Perhaps,” Kylian replied, leaning back in his chair with an air of confidence, his statement holding a multitude of implications that sent shivers down her spine.

After they finished their meal, the waitress served a stunning dessert—a delicate chocolate tart topped with fresh berries. As Kylian lifted a forkful of chocolate towards Giselle, he locked his gaze onto hers, the playful intimacy simmering between them.

“Let’s see if you like sweet things,” he teased, bringing the fork close to her mouth.

With a soft giggle, Giselle took the bite. “Delicious!” Her eyes sparkled with mirth as she enjoyed the treat, her senses heightened.

Kylian smiled in response, a deep, smoldering look passing between them that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

“Are you ready to race?” he asked as they savored the last bits of dessert, his voice possessing an excited lilt now.

Giselle felt her pulse quicken again at his question, an exhilarating thrill coursing through her veins. The prospect of racing with Kylian, challenging him on the go-kart track, awakened a fiery competitive spirit within her.

“Oh, I was born ready,” she replied, her voice laced with playful determination. The mere thought of the challenge put a wicked smile on her lips as she leaned forward, her excitement palpable.

Kylian watched her intently, his gaze tracing the outline of her face, lingering on her sparkling eyes. “I hope you’re not all talk,” he replied, a teasing edge in his tone. “Because once we’re on that track, it’s game on.”

Giselle leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing in feigned contemplation. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she challenged, tilting her head with playful defiance. “I wouldn’t want you to get embarrassed in front of your fans.”

Kylian chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Embarrassed? Hardly. But I can guarantee you’ll be eating my dust.”

As the waitress brought the check, Giselle’s heart raced with anticipation. After settling the bill, Kylian guided her out of the restaurant, his hand resting on the small of her back, sending a wave of warmth cascading through her. The outdoor air was crisp as they stepped onto the bustling streets of Paris, the lights twinkling like stars above them.

“Ready to see who has the real driving skills?” Kylian asked, his tone both playful and competitive, as they walked toward the sleek car waiting at the curb.

“Absolutely,” Giselle shot back, her excitement bubbling over. She was all in for this adventure, ready to embrace whatever the night had in store for them.

As they settled into the car, Kylian glanced over at her, a mischievous spark in his eyes. “Don’t be nervous just because you're facing a professional athlete,” he quipped, his smile infectious.

“Pfft, please. I can handle myself,” Giselle retorted, crossing her arms playfully. “Just remember to keep an eye on your rearview mirror!”

With a smirk, Kylian hit the gas, and they shot off into the night, the city lights blurring past them as they made their way to the go-kart arena. The drive was filled with laughter and banter, the playful tension between them only intensifying as he effortlessly navigated the streets. The way he controlled the car, confident and composed, only made her heart pound harder.

When they arrived, Kylian parked and they stepped out, their breath visible in the chilly air. Giselle looked up at the neon-lit sign of the go-karting venue, a flutter of excitement igniting inside her. Despite being the only people their aside from the staff working, the energy of the place buzzed with adrenaline, and she felt the thrill of the forthcoming competition.

“We should place a bet of some kind,” Giselle susggested as they walked towards the race track.

“A bet?” Kylian pondered. “If I win the race, you come to Switzerland with me,” Kylian smirked as he took a step closer to Giselle, holding her gaze.

“What if I win?” she asked, her voice teasingly low, a playful glint in her eyes. Kylian tilted his head slightly, intrigued by her confidence.

“If you win,” he replied, drawing out the words, “I’ll grant you one wish. Anything you desire.”

Giselle felt a thrill run through her at the challenge. She had never backed down from a bet, and the stakes couldn’t be more enticing. Their chemistry crackled like electricity in the air, and she could almost feel the chase unfolding between them.

“How many times around the course?” she asked, stepping closer until the warmth of their bodies almost brushed.

“Four,” Kylian decided, picking up a helmet so he could hand it to Giselle so she could get into her go-kart.

He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief and barely concealed desire as he watched Giselle take the helmet from his hand. He loved her boldness, the way she matched his energy and threw herself into the thrill of the challenge.

“Four it is, Giselle purred before turning away from him to walk over to her kart. Kylian’s eyes shamelessly dropped to her ass, taking in the subtle jiggle with each step she took.

He couldn't keep his mind from wandering to the night before, the way she had given herself to him.

Kylian smirked as he watched Giselle slide into her go-kart with a grace that was almost sensual. He could still feel the heat of her body pressed against his own from their passionate encounter the previous night.

He shook his head, trying to focus on the race at hand. Just remember, Giselle, I play to win. And I always get what I want in the end.

Kylian hopped into his own kart, the engine roaring to life. He revved it a few times, the vibrations traveling through his body. His muscles flexed as he gripped the steering wheel, a look of intense concentration on his face.

The official called out, “Drivers, start your engines!” his accent thick as he waved a small checkered flag.

At the green light, Kylian took off like a shot, his kart surging forward and taking the lead. However, His lead was short-lived, as Giselle wasted no time matching his speed. Her kart shot out behind him, the two of them neck and neck as they rounded the first curve. The track twisted and turned, but Kylian was determined to keep his lead.

“You’ll have to do better than that!” he shouted over the roar of the engines, glancing back at her with a playful grin. Giselle, undeterred, flashed him a challenging smile that only fueled his competitive spirit.

As they tore down the straightaway, Kylian's focus sharpened. He navigated the sharp turns with precision, but he could sense Giselle’s kart gaining ground. The adrenaline raced through him, mingling with thoughts of what awaited them in Switzerland.

The two of them were a blur, their karts gliding with an ease that belied the speed they were achieving. Kylian’s heart pounded in rhythm with the engine's growl, the thrill of the chase igniting something primal within.

With each lap completed, Giselle seemed to find her rhythm, her kart mirroring his every move. They were tied now, each pushing the other further, faster. Kylian could feel her determination, a fire that matched his own.

It wasn't just the race; it was the intoxicating dance between them, the challenge amplifying the electric tension that simmered beneath the surface. One misstep could change everything, and he was keenly aware of that.

As they approached the last lap, Kylian's competitive nature surged. He pushed his kart harder, tires screeching as he took a corner sharply. Ahead of him, he could see the finish line drawing closer.

But in a bold move that surprised even him, he deliberately slowed down just enough, allowing Giselle to pull ahead, her kart gliding past him.

“Not so fast, Kylian,” she called out, laughter blending with the engine sounds. Her triumph was intoxicating, a sweet challenge that he couldn’t resist.

With a determined grin, Kylian slammed his foot down, accelerating with newfound intensity. The world around him blurred into a haze of colors as he closed the gap.

With a final burst of speed, he leaned into the curve, pushing his kart to its limit. He crossed the finish line first, a few seconds ahead of Giselle, who skidded to a halt just behind him. He could feel the adrenaline pulsing through his veins as he unbuckled his helmet, a triumphant smile plastered across his face.

“Pack your bag,” he called, turning to face Giselle with a gleam in his eyes, knowing that he would never let her live this down.

Giselle’s laughter echoed off the walls of the go-kart track, a sound that sent a thrill through him. “You got lucky,” she teased, her voice playful yet sultry as she climbed out of her kart.

“A win is a win,” he shrugged cockily, offering Giselle a sly smirk.

“What’s in Switzerland?” she asked curiously.

“I have a photoshoot for Audemars Piguet,” he explained, taking a few steps closer to her, the playful banter between them still crackling in the air. “But I promise to make it memorable for both of us.”

Her eyes widened in excitement, and Kylian felt satisfied at her reaction. He loved the thought of sharing his world with her, even if for a brief moment. “And after the shoot?” she pressed, a hint of mischief dancing on her lips.

Kylian's gaze turned serious, locking onto hers as he took another step nearer. “Well, that's when the real fun begins,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for her to feel the closeness of their bodies again. The air between them thickened, charged with anticipation.

Taking Giselle’s hand, Kylian led her off the course and back upstairs in the building; as fun as go-karting had been, he needed to get her alone.

He felt the heat radiating from her skin as he led her into a quieter room, away from the cacophony of the karting track. The space was dimly lit, the walls adorned with racing memorabilia and trophies with a sizeable wall-sized window that overlooked the track.

Wrapping an arm around Giselle’s waist, Kylian’s hand splayed on her hip as he stood behind her, bowing his head to kiss along her neck and jaw.

“I want your pussy,” he murmured into her ear as they stood in a room that overlooked the race track they’d just got done racing on.

Giselle shuddered as Kylian's lips brushed her sensitive skin, his words igniting a spark of desire deep within her core. She arched her back, pressing her ass firmly against the growing bulge in his sweats.

“I want you, too,” Giselle whispered breathlessly, tilting her head slightly to give him better access to her neck. The thrill of the race still pulsed through her veins, but Kylian's proximity intensified everything—her heart raced, and heat pooled low in her stomach.

“Last night was perfect,” he replied, his voice low and silky, sending delicious shivers down her spine. His other hand slipped down her thigh, fingers curling around her leg, teasingly inching upwards to cup her womanhood as he took advantage of the fact that they had the place to themselves.

Giselle reveled in the sensation, her body responding eagerly to him. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way he absorbed every reaction she had.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked barely above a whisper as she kept her eyes trained on the race track below.

Kylian's lips curled into a grin against Giselle's skin as he felt her shudder beneath his touch. He loved how responsive she was to him, how her body seemed to come alive under his hands.

“I'm going to do so many things to this sexy little body of yours," he purred, his accent thickening with arousal.

His hand slid higher up her thigh, tracing over her through the leggings she wore. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, and it made his cock throb with need.

"But first..." Kylian suddenly spun Giselle around so their eyes met. “I need to take you home.”

Kylian's eyes roamed hungrily over Giselle's body as he held her close, taking in every delicious curve. He could see the way her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her top beneath her track jacket, a clear sign of her arousal. His own body was wound tight with tension, every muscle coiled and ready.

"Let's go," he growled, his voice low and urgent. He took Giselle's hand so he could lead her out of the building and to his car in the parking lot.

Instead of opening the passenger door for Giselle, Kylian pressed her body up against it, leaning down so he could press his lips against hers in an attempt to curb his craving for her.

Kylian's lips crashed against Giselle's in a fierce, passionate kiss. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her flush against his muscular body. He could feel every curve of her softness melding against the hard planes of his own physique. The heat between them was intense and all-consuming.

Breaking the kiss, Kylian rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting softly. His eyes were dark with barely restrained lust as he gazed down at her.

"Get in the car, Giselle," he commanded huskily, his accent thick and heavy. "Now."

Giselle shuddered at the dominant tone in Kylian's voice, her body responding eagerly to his unspoken demand. She quickly slid into the passenger seat of his sleek sports car, a gasp tumbling from her lips as she felt his palm collide with her ass.

Kylian slid into the driver's seat, his eyes roaming hungrily over Giselle's body as she settled in. He reached over and ran a hand along her thigh, squeezing the supple flesh possessively.

"You‘re so sexy," he growled appreciatively, his gaze lingering on the way her jacket rode up to expose a strip of caramel skin at her midriff.

Kylian turned the key in the ignition and peeled out of the parking lot, speeding off into the night. His hand remained on Giselle's thigh throughout the drive, caressing and kneading the cotton-covered flesh.

Despite the silence between them, the car crackled with sexual tension as Kylian drove toward his Parisian mansion, eager to get his hands on her properly.

“Do I have to let go of you in the morning this time?” Kylian asked teasingly.

“No,” Giselle blushed, her thighs clenching around his hand as it slipped higher.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a predatory gleam at Giselle's response. He loved the way she was so eager to be with him, to be claimed by him. It was a thrill that never got old.

"Good girl," he purred, his fingers now teasing at the zipper of her jacket. With a swift motion, he tugged at it, pulling it open to reveal the crisp white tank top she wore beneath.

Pulling at the low neckline so he could pull it down and reveal her breasts, his gaze raked over her body hungrily, taking in every perfect detail.

Giselle felt exposed as she sat in Kylian’s passenger seat; everything about the situation was wild, but the exposure she currently felt manifested itself as arousal.

As the car sped through the Parisian night, Kylian couldn't take his eyes off Giselle. The way the moonlight caressed her skin, highlighting every dip and curve, was absolutely mesmerizing. He reached over, trailing his fingers along her arm, savoring the smoothness of her skin.

"You know, Giselle," he murmured, his voice low and intimate in the confines of the car. I've been thinking about you all day—about this morning and how I want to make this night even better."

His hand slid down to her thigh, squeezing gently as he steered with the other. Kylian's eyes flickered between the road and Giselle, drinking in every little reaction and expression that crossed her face.

"I want to worship every inch of your body," he continued, his accent thicker with arousal.

Kylian's hand slid higher up Giselle's thigh. His fingers traced teasing patterns on her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her most intimate area currently concealed by her leggings.

"And I want to hear you scream my name until you're hoarse," Kylian growled, his voice dripping with lust and promise. "I want to make you come so hard, you forget your own name."

He pulled the car into the garage of his luxurious mansion, putting it in park. As soon as the engine cut off, Kylian was out of his seat and moving to the passenger side. He opened the door and practically dragged Giselle out, pulling her flush against his muscular body.

"Bedroom. Now," he ordered firmly, his hands roaming possessively over her curves as he walked her inside, not even waiting for a response before capturing her lips in a feverish kiss.

Kylian led Giselle into the bedroom, his hands never leaving her body as he walked her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the kingsized bed. He pushed her down onto the plush mattress, crawling over her with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"I want to taste you," he growled, his accent thick with desire. His hands slid under her tank top, pushing it up and over her head.

Kylian leaned down, trailing openmouthed kisses along the swell of her breasts. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh, marking her as his own before his lips closed around her nipple.

Kylian's tongue swirled around the hardened nub, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he suckled hungrily. His hands roamed the smooth expanse of Giselle's stomach, fingers splaying over her ribs before dipping teasingly lower.

"Kylian..." Giselle gasped, arching her back off the bed. Her fingers in his short hair, nails raking over his scalp as jolts of pleasure raced through her body. The heat between her legs intensified with each pass of his clever tongue.

"Not yet," Kylian murmured against her skin, his breath hot and heavy against her flesh. "I'm going to take my time with you tonight."

He released her nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the damp peak. His lips blazed a trail of fire down her body as he kissed and nipped his way to her navel.

Kylian hooked his fingers in the waistband of Giselle's leggings and panties, slowly dragging them down her long, shapely legs. He took his time, savoring each inch of skin revealed to his hungry gaze. Once he had divested her of the garments, he tossed them carelessly aside.

His eyes raked over her nude form, drinking in every dip and curve with blatant male appreciation. "Beautiful," he breathed, his accent thick with awe and desire. "You are absolutely perfect, Giselle."

Kylian settled between her parted thighs, his broad shoulders nudging them further apart as he gazed up at her with smoldering eyes. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, his stubble rasping lightly against the sensitive skin.

"I'm going to devour this sweet little pussy," he promised darkly, his voice rough with lust.

Kylian's fingers spread Giselle open, revealing her glistening pink flesh. He groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his sweats.

"So wet for me already," he purred approvingly, circling her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Kylian leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit, from her entrance to her clit. He lapped at her essence like a starving man at a feast.

“Fucking delicious," he groaned against her flesh, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through her core. He focused his attention on her clit, suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers eased steadily in and out of her pussy.

Kylian's lips curled into a grin as he felt Giselle's thighs trembling around his head. He could feel her fingers digging into his scalp, urging him closer, silently begging for more.

He was more than happy to oblige.

Kylian's tongue swirled around Giselle's clit, flicking the tip rapidly over the sensitive bud. He could taste her arousal, feel it coating his lips and tongue as he pleasured her.

As he continued his sensual assault on her most intimate area, Kylian slid two fingers inside Giselle's dripping sex. He pumped them in and out at a steady rhythm, curling them to hit that special spot deep inside that made her see stars.

"Oh, Kylian!" Giselle cried out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over her in waves.

Kylian's fingers pumped faster, curling to hit that perfect spot inside Giselle with each thrust. He could feel her tightening around him, her inner muscles fluttering as her orgasm approached.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged huskily, his accent thicker than ever. "Cum for me. Let me feel this pretty little pussy around my fingers."

He sucked her clit harder, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault. Kylian could feel her thighs starting to quake, her body tensing as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.

"Kylian!" Giselle screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy spasmed almost violently around his fingers, gushing her release.

Kylian moaned against her flesh, lapping up every drop of her essence as she came undone.

Kylian lapped at Giselle's sensitive flesh, prolonging her orgasm for as long as possible. He could feel her thighs quivering around his head, hear the sweet sounds of ecstasy spilling from her lips. It was a symphony that he never wanted to end.

As the aftershocks began to subside, Kylian slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean. His eyes never left Giselle's face, watching as she floated down from her high.

"You taste incredible," he purred, his voice a low, sensual rumble.

Kylian crawled up Giselle's body, settling his hips between her thighs. He could feel the heat of her core against his straining erection, separated only by the thin barrier of his sweats.

Leaning down, he captured Giselle's lips in a lustful kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"Mmm, yes please," Giselle breathed, her voice husky with desire. She arched her back, pressing her hips more firmly against his straining erection. The heat of his cock seared her, even through the fabric of his sweats. Her hands slid down to grip his muscular ass, kneading the firm globes.

Kylian groaned at the feeling of Giselle's hands on his ass, her nails digging into the flexing muscle. He rocked his hips harder against hers, the friction delicious even with the barrier of clothing between them.

"I'm going to fuck you," he promised darkly, his accent thick with lust. "I want to feel this little pussy."

His hand slid between their bodies, pushing his sweats down just enough to free his aching erection. The thick head of his cock nudged against Giselle's slick folds, parting them easily.

Giselle’s feet hurriedly pushed his sweats down his legs, curving into points as he pushed his length into her, filling her to the hilt.

“Take this off,” she whined, tugging at his sweater in desperation.

Kylian smirked as Giselle tugged impatiently at his sweater. He could see the desperate need in her eyes, could feel it in the way her body pressed urgently against his.

Leaning back just enough to grip the hem of his shirt, Kylian pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. The garment joined the scattered clothes on the floor before he settled back over Giselle, the skin to skin contact sending sparks through both of them.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his accent thicker with arousal. "I've got you."

Kylian's hips continued their steady rhythm, his thick cock sliding in and out of Giselle's tight heat. Her inner walls constricted around his length, drawing him deeper with each thrust.

Leaning down, Kylian captured one of Giselle's nipples in his mouth, laving the sensitive bud with his tongue.

As pleasurable as their sex was, he needed more from her. He needed to claim her body as his completely.

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, Kylian lifted Giselle from the bed, kicking his sweats from around his ankles as he moved to the center of his bedroom.

Kylian gazed into Giselle's eyes, his athletic body holding her legs up and apart as he fucked her slowly and deeply. The bulbous head of his thick cock pressed firmly against her cervix with each measured thrust.

His muscular arms flexed as he kept her in place, unable to move, forced to take his entire length over and over as he stood firm in the middle of his bedroom.

"C’est cela, take it all," Kylian growled through clenched teeth, picking up the pace. The sound of skin colliding with skin echoed obnoxiously through the room.

Giselle clung to him, her nails digging into his back as her body melted against his, her head falling forward onto his chest as she licked, sucked, and bit on the skin at the base of his throat.

Kylian groaned deeply as he felt Giselle's nails raking down his back, the sting of her teeth sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He grabbed her thighs tighter, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to pound into her with wild determination.

“Oui, c'est bon! Take my cock. Feel how deep I am inside you.” His voice was a guttural rasp, filled with lust and dominance as he walked over to his bed—length still buried inside Giselle as he laid her down.

He hooked her knees over his elbows, nearly bending her in half as he loomed over her, sweat glistening on his chiseled abs. The new angle allowed him to fuck even deeper, their want for one another insatiable.

Kylian captured her mouth in a feverish kiss, all tongue as he devoured her.

Giselle's eyes rolled back, her lips parting in a silent cry of ecstasy as Kylian's long, thick cock hit her deepest parts with precision. She could feel every inch stretching her open, claiming her so thoroughly.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that," she whined, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. The raw pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her entire being.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” Kylian asked in awe, her pussy squelching with the force of his thrusts.

The obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room. The bed frame creaking under their weight.

Kylian's strong hands gripped Giselle's hips possessively as he continued his relentless pace. His cock was hitting her cervix with every deep stroke, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that left her stupefied with desire.

"Yes, Kylian! Please don't stop!" she gasped, her nails clawing at his back, urging him on. She had never felt so full, so claimed by a man before.

He reveled in the desperate look on her face, the way her body shuddered beneath him. His thrusts turned almost animalistic as he chased his own release.

"Giselle...fuck...your pussy...feels...so...good!" Each word was punctuated by a hard, deep thrust.

Giselle's toes curled as her orgasm washed over her and her eyes rolled back in pleasure, the force of her climax pushing Kylian out as she squirted.

Kylian's eyes went wide with surprise and delight as Giselle's release splashed against him. The warmth of her essence coated him, and he savored the moment, relishing the way her body quaked beneath him in ecstasy. Her pleasure was intoxicating, lifting him higher, turning their connection into something almost primal.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he gathered himself. He leaned down to capture her lips again, tasting the remnants of her climax on her tongue, drowning in the delicious intimacy of the moment.

[magicandmundane]

Ooooo this one looks really fun! Thanks @fangirlshenanigans04

What's the origin of your blog title? I just decided I wanted a tumblr blog one day and didn’t know what to call it, so I kid you not, I just searched “tumblr blog title ideas” and some generator gave me “magicandtorment” and I almost vibed with it, then I swapped out torment for mundane and here we are almost 3 years later lol

OTP(s) + Shipname: Rayllum and Percabeth, hands down. There’s definitely others (Kanera, Tagatha, Sokeefe, etc), but those are the main two for me.

Favorite color: blue! same prev

Favorite game: I am by no means a gamer, but I’m always down for Cards Against Humanity or Uno and I’ve dabbled in DND

Song stuck in your head: Amparito Roca (because I was just playing it in wind ensemble) and Mr. Brightside (because I played it for pep band on Saturday lol)

Weirdest habit/trait? Honestly prev, I’m the same way. I mutter to myself a lot, especially when reading. I give commentary all day if you just listen lol

Hobbies: writing! I have this 400-some page word doc that I’ve been working on for a couple years just for fun. I’ve also been trying to get into embroidery and as a kid I made things out of duct tape all the time. I still make a couple duct tape flowers every year for my mom on Mother’s Day because she’s allergic to real flowers.

If you work, what's your profession? Currently working on my bachelor’s in mechanical engineering (I graduate next spring which is INSANE). Sometimes I work as an assistant in one of my professors’ labs, and the last few summers I’ve been a lifeguard.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Idk but I think being a pilot would be really cool, ooooooo or maybe a professional swimmer.

Something you're good at: swimming! And also math

Something you're bad at: running lol

Something you love: my family and friends (including you all, my lovely mutuals), they’re the best

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: ask me about Olympic swimming, anything engineering related, my favorite books and movies, and I will yap for hours

Something you hate: uhhhhh politics lol (yes I know it’s important but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it)

Something you collect: do books count? I don’t have rare books or anything like that, just… a bunch of books I’ve read or want to read lol

Something you forget: ahaha how would I know? I’m forgetting it

What's your love language? physical touch and gift-giving

Favorite movie/show: THE BAD BATCH has a chokehold on me omg, also The Dragon Prince and Scrubs. My favorite movies are Cinderella (1950 and 2015) and Return of the Jedi (I feel like I’m forgetting a couple 😅)

Favorite food: ice cream! Also scones and this dish my mom makes whenever I’m home called hamburger and spinach

Favorite animal: dogs 🐶

What were you like as a child? I swam competitively for 10 years and loved it. I also enjoyed arts and crafts like the duct tape mentioned above, and I liked school, too. And reading! May Bird and the Ever After was the first book series I really fell in love with. But I was also kind of a loner and a floater socially and it bothered me until I got to high school, really became comfortable in my own skin, and realized just how little I cared about drama (my friends in elementary school had no chill, hence my loner tendencies thereafter)

Favorite subject at school? Math and music

Least favorite subject: ugh PE for sure. I got teased for not knowing the rules of like basketball and soccer, and most of the teachers I had kinda sucked lol

What's your best character trait? I’d say I’m really loyal and kind, but I feel like my friends would be better at answering this lol

What's your worst character trait? I’m pretty easygoing, but once I get angry, I’m angry. Also same prev, I think I’ve gotten a little hyper independent.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? Either I would not have agreed to do a competition later this month or I would be studying abroad with my two best friends (engineering makes study abroad hard, hence why I’m here and not there)

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Martha (Patsy) Jefferson Randolph! Thomas Jefferson’s oldest daughter is one of my favorite historical figures thanks to America’s First Daughter by Stephanie Dray and Laura Kamoie. She’s very fascinating and quietly powerful. Even if you aren’t reading her story through historical fiction, just looking at the basic facts of what she went through and what she’s done is incredible. She was so resilient, and I really admire her.

No pressure tags:

@mandaloriandragontrainer @twinsunstars @jorolle @here-comes-the-moose @weirdponytail @clonebrainrot @maidenvault @vixies-art @not-so-mundane-after-all @loveution @thatartiststudios @glbtrx @konmaao3 and anyone else who wants to join!

Get to know your mutuals!

What's the origin of your blog title? When I was in middle school, someone told me "you dress so goth, but your personality is so happy. You're like a really cheerful grim reaper. A joyful soul collector." And that's been my username for most everything ever since!

OTP(s) + Shipname: Oooh, right now it's Jayvik, and tbh I can't think of another one, this is one of the first ships I've been really really into tbh. Other dynamics focused on my blog have actually been more platonic, like Irondad

Favorite color: Red!

Favorite game: Dungeons and Dragons! Both as a player, and DM!

Song stuck in your head: The Challenge - EPIC

Weirdest habit/trait? I download thousands of still frames of tv shows that I love so I can make memes out of them. But I have to sift through and delete all the pictures that are blurry or unnecessary, which takes hours. I think it's super fun because I'm autistic and really enjoy sorting stuff lol

Hobbies: Writing, playing DnD, making memes, and hanging out with my friends!

If you work, what's your profession? Not so much a profession lol, I work at a toy store. It's a part time job while I'm in college, studying to be a radiologist!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically? Radiologist. But ANY job I wish? Professional DM or Professional DnD player, like the people on Dropout or Critical Role haha

Something you're good at: I'm good at writing stories! I can write them well and write things that make people feel deep emotions, and I like that.

Something you're bad at: Recognizing when someone doesn't want help haha. I tend to try and fix things or help people when they just want to vent, and it ends up frustrating for both of us.

Something you love: I love stories. Any kind, I love so so many

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: My favorite shows and stories, my dnd campaigns and characters, my stories and ideas

Something you hate: Fascism. Bigotry. Willful ignorance. Fearmongering. Propaganda.

Something you collect: Dice!! I'm a dice goblin for sure haha

Something you forget: I often forget chores unfortunately

What's your love language? Physical touch and acts of service

Favorite movie/show: Ooh right now it's definitely Arcane haha

Favorite food: Sushi!

Favorite animal: Cats!

What were you like as a child? In a word? Unwell haha. I'm a good bit better now, still struggling with a lot, but better than I used to do

Favorite subject at school? English, I was always good at that class

Least favorite subject: Chemistry. I hate that shit so much lol

What's your best character trait? I think that I'm kind and willing to stand up for others

What's your worst character trait? I can be disrespectful to some types of spirituality unfortunately. It just doesn't make logical sense to me. I have two friends that are fully convinced that a cursed doll gave some youtuber testicular cancer. And I just can't see the logic or critical thought in that

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? Mmm. All of fascism shit is definitely damaging my calm so I'd love to change that specifically

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Harry Allen. Google him he's a badass transgender cowboy

Tag as as many mutuals as you want!!

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ngl I tried to tag ALL my mutuals that I have, but this was how many it allowed me to do before it made me stop lol so here's as many as I could fit!

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Based on the appearance of the projectors of the holograms at the beginning, did Tails repurpose two of Robotnik's drones to build them?

That’s my lil’ Fluffer Pupper. I have no idea, but it feels like something that he’d do. He’d totally steal tech and tweak it to make it his own.

[bumfuzzled-bee]

! Eight !

[afrophunk]

The girl likes her pink 🤷🏾‍♀️

[bonefall]

Did Brambleclaw actually disown the Three when the secret is revealed? I don't remember this happening (then again, it's been a while) but it does bug me how all three go "Poor brambleclaw :(( He was such a good dad to us and he has to learn we're not even his biokits :(((( poor guy" while simultaneously shitting on Leafpool and Squirrelflight despite them showing them more care and affection before AND after the reveal. If he does disown them, then.... WOW is the double standard real here.

In-canon? It's something you have to approximate. They don't seem to have a concept of ""disowning"" because blood relation is taken as such an insurmountable, FUNDAMENTAL fact of life. He doesn't write them out of his little kitty will and testament, but his actions ARE disowning.

It's as if the fact he is not their biological father is an automatic disowning. From the reveal onwards, he is immediately cold, distant, and the "betrayal" is mentioned often. The Three also explicitly don't blame him for his behavior, like it's just to be expected that he's Not Their Dad anymore.

Lionblaze in particular stares longingly at him several times, really missing him. And like... that's kinda what gets my goat so much

I do believe Brambleclaw is entitled to his feelings of betrayal. I believe Squilf was ultimately in the right to lie, actually, but he's still allowed to be upset and angry that she didn't trust him enough to tell him something so important. THAT SAID, YOU ARE NEVER ENTITLED TO TREAT OTHERS POORLY.

And that's what GETS me. He isn't upset that it was all revealed in such a painful and embarassing way when this could have been avoided, or that his lover struggled with this lie for so long without him, or that he feels he's lost his children. Squilf points it out in The Last Hope-- He's so ANGRY at Squilf that he will THROW HIS FAMILY AWAY

Lionblaze seems desperate to be his son again. Hollyleaf is gone for months, and Brambleclaw is still huffing about the secret when she comes back from the dead. Squilf is fawning in the hopes it makes him talk to her again. Doesn't matter. Brambleclaw Is Upsetti Spaghetti so the narrative will never examine his role in hurting this family he apparently loved so much.

(Narrative seems to understand full well that when Squilf lies for a good reason, that doesn't invalidate the hurt Brambleclaw felt... but when Brambleclaw is upset for a good reason, it actually DOES validate what he put her and his kids through)

In BB it is explicitly a disowning. He cuts them off as his children, and they reciprocate. BB!Lionblaze does so in a ball of fury, vowing that he has ONLY a mother.

[carnation-damnation]

Without you

[bestworstcase]

Wouldn't mind that Blake & Birdbandit post, not least because fndm's whole 'catGF's role here is to Protectively Glare at the badmom and/or rub her loyalty to Yang in Rae's face'…thing has struck me as reductive & blinkered for quite some time.

lol yeah it’s… kind of obvious that a lot of people aren’t thinking about it in terms of characterization and narrative, they’re thinking about it in terms of wanting yang to receive some degree of protection from raven’s abandonment (even if it’s performative, even if in reality that kind of behavior from a romantic partner in a situation where you’re trying to work out a relationship with your absent/estranged mother is… obnoxious at best, making it all about how the partner feels at worst.)

but like

the thing is blake ran away from yang out of self-loathing cowardice too, and by the time she meets raven, raven has come back and made a serious commitment to make amends, not just to yang but to everybody. she’s back in the inner circle, that suggests a monumental effort to change –

and blake, uh, knows how hard it is to make that kind of change, to come back and apologize and face those fears after running away, because She Did That. not just with yang but also her own parents!

blake is also by a… pretty wide margin the most forgiving member of team rwby, the one most willing to offer second chances, to listen and empathize with people she thinks can be reached, we saw this play out with ilia. and weiss, after weiss acknowledged she’d done wrong and demonstrated willingness to change back in v1. she’s the only one of team rwby who isn’t claws-out toward emerald at the top of risk, and she’s the first one to voice her understanding of why ozpin lied and hid from them. she is, in general, not vindictive or spiteful.

and while i can absolutely see her being more defensive of yang than she is of herself, there is no universe where i can imagine blake of all people engaging in – pardon me – catty mean girl behavior towards raven on yang’s behalf. if she snaps at raven at all it’ll be to rebuke raven saying something caustic, but i don’t think raven is going to be much inclined to be caustic at this juncture.

i imagine it will be more, blake is aloof and wary of raven but cautiously optimistic on yang’s behalf and wholeheartedly supporting whatever yang wants out of reconnecting with her mom, and raven maybe avoids her for a while before venturing to make awkward stabs at conversation, and then blake’s diplomatic and interpersonal skills kick in. they have a fair amount in common personally, and they also have caring about yang in common, and if blake were to express any feelings she has about raven trying to be in yang’s life it would be concern, and probably confided in yang to make sure she understood what yang wanted and how blake can help her. maybe having a careful conversation with raven, later, if they builds up a good enough rapport.

at the end of the day, blake is a) a diplomat and b) way too mature to let whatever private resentment or indignation she feels on yang’s behalf get in the way of letting yang take the lead here. which is the correct way to deal with this situation. incidentally.

[raddest-laddest]

ever just get the urge to write everything down?

[aquanutart]

I absolutely LOVE the Squirtle/Wartortle illustrations by kantaro in Pokemon 151!

The Squirtle jumping so joyfully from the rock into the ocean, the colors are STUNNING! I love the contrast of the Squirtle's aqua blue framed in the vivid orange sky, the soft bit of blue reflecting in its shell and its tail just catching the sun, how little and squishy its body looks as it launches itself towards the water with such tremendous excitement!

The lineless style of the background gives me the feel of a travel poster and I sense the tropical environment around it from the rocks and trees framing the corners, the waterfall splashing with as much energy as the Squirtle!

The layered blues on the surface of the water and the bubbles rising at the corner make me FEEL the liquid rising to meet the Squirtle--I can just feel how the next moment it's going to break through and be immersed in a cool island swim!

And the Wartortle running along the sunset beach, this is somehow everything I always imagined for Wartortle! I adore the way the rich purple melts into the warm red/orange sky, the matching purple clouds and shadows in the foreground, and how the dimming sunlight glows red on Wartortle's deep blues!

I love how the yellow and orange of the sky illuminate the lapping waves, I can just feel the gentle motion of the sea at dusk. The aqua color of the ocean matches Wartortle's ears and tail and sets off the red-orange sand, I just love how the colors are here!

Wartortle looks so round and squishy, I love its happiness as it goes frolicking through the shallows, chasing the bubbles caught in the setting sun! The shine and deep shadow on its shell give it an almost jewel texture like real tortoise shell; I love the silhouetted splash Wartortle leaves as it goes running across the shore. It's so full of energy and delight at the end of a gorgeous day! The colors in these are SO vivid and harmonized and the style is so cute and bursting with energy and joy. I just LOVE it (also Squirtle is my starter)

[oh-meow-swirls]

i think this was funnier in my head.