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Love Thy D!LF - T.F.
Synopsis. Yes, your neighbor is a hot, pĂ©rvy D!LF. Yes, heâs a total tease. No, you donât think your poor new bed frame is going to stay in one pieceâŠ
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, older! Toji, voyĂ©urĂsm, pĂĄnty-stĂ©aling, male mast., exhibĂtionĂsm, he is so DOWN BAD, matĂng presses, marathon s, vĂbrators, oraI (fem rec.), face-sĂtting, p slïżœïżœpping, p talking, BRĂEDING, mentions of kids, PĂSSYDRĂNK TOJI, proposals, overstĂm, creampĂes, shĂłoting blanks, heâs a tease thatâs shĂrtless half the time, Megumiâs a real one, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 8.1k (PHEW)
A/N. Apartment building wouldnât last a week if he was my neighbor.
Neighbor (UGH): another pair of those cute lilâ pajama shorts made their way onto my balcony again, ma.
Your neighbor was a tease.
Ever since youâd stepped foot into this apartment building a mere few months ago, it seemed like everything and anything he did was to rile your poor head up into a frenzy - and, well, down thereâŠ
Because, for lack of a better term, Toji Fushiguro was hot.Â
Once your landlord had off-handedly mentioned that the occupant of the apartment right beside your own was a single father, youâd imagined a sweet older man that doted on his young son and would likely steer clear out of your way.Â
What you certainly had not expected was for your housewarming gift of a fresh batch of cookies to be oh-so-blatantly greeted by a staggeringly gorgeous man that took up every inch of the doorframe. Shirtless.
Bzztâ!
Your skin burns with the realization of just how deeply youâd been reminiscing back to that heavenly sight, hastily snapping your eyes back onto your blaring phone screen.
Neighbor (UGH): well? hurry before i start to like them too much <3
Ugh, youâre rolling your eyes at that mischievous little heart placed at the end of his text. It was absolutely embarrassing how that was enough to have a tiny squeal slipping through your lips involuntarily. Calling you flirty nicknames, flashing winks your way, lingering his hands just slightly whenever he helped carry your groceries upstairs - Toji did everything.Â
You find yourself giving your reflection a slow one-over in your phone camera - just in case. Before padding eagerly down the treacherous pathway that carried you out of your apartment and along the five steps down the corridor to your neighborâs door.Â
Heaving out a shaky breath, you knock.
And Toji Fushiguro never made you wait. He never had you standing in the hallway for more than two seconds before that heavy wooden door swings openâŠalmost as if heâd been suspiciously standing by for this.
âTook ya long enough. Heh, I was beginning to think you almost wanted me to have it, doll.â
Oh.
Oh.
Shit, you shouldâve known - and it takes every ounce of will in your body to keep your gaze locked with the forest-green eyes sweeping down the expanse of your figure. Greedily.Â
Because Toji was showing off what looked like miles upon miles of slightly-tanned, bulging muscles that were just about seconds away from ripping straight through the thin, white undershirt that stuck to him like a second skin. Molding to every curve and dip down, down, down-Â
Itâs not something new exactly, and if there was one thing youâd learned during your time here, it was that your eccentric neighbor wasnât shy to show skin.
Especially around you.Â
In one hand was grasped the soft fabric of your cotton shorts, swallowed up by his thick digits. The other propping up on top of the door to flex his strong biceps in a way that makes you gulp.Â
You notice with a jolt that Tojiâs pinkish tongue briefly peaks out to swipe over that sinful scar sitting prettily at the very edge of his smug smirk. Moving to hum cockily, âCat got yer tongue?â
He knew what he was doing.Â
God, this was already shameful enough without him making it worse. You were only grateful that so far youâd been called over for only a few sundresses and t-shirts - nothing scandalous, yet.Â
âNo-â youâre mumbling out. Trying oh-so-hard to not let your eyes flicker to the too-tight strain of his boxers around his thick thighs. Failing. âJust wondering how you probably need those shorts more than me, anyway.â
He didnât - in fact, youâd prefer him without one.
A fat thumb of his finds its way to the hem of his boxers, tugging down so tantalizingly slightly to give you a sexy flash of skin. Lined with a sharp hipbone, and a dark happy trail - âSâthat your way of tellinâ me you want me out of this, ma?â
âYou wish, pervert.â You try to swipe at your shorts, only for Toji to dangle it far, far away from you. âI just meant those b-boxers look like theyâve seen better days. Years, even.âÂ
âHah?â Tojiâs dragging out mockingly, leaning his broad shoulders against the doorframe. Heâs crossing his hands, letting your sight be obscured by the display of his strong, rippling forearms. So close now that you feel his breath fan your face, could smell every waft of his cinnamony masculine scent. Grin only widening, âMâbeing nice enough to take the time outta my day to hand over your cute lilâ pieces of laundry and this is how ya talk to me? I have better things to do, yâknow.â
Huffing, youâre ready with a quick apology on the very tip of your tongue to get this over with as soon as possible. That is, before-
âHeâs lying.â
Both of you snap your heads down towards the direction of the sullen, deadpanning voice. And you already know by the wearied sigh at the end who it belongs to.Â
âWhy, hello there, Megs-â youâre smiling, reaching out to ruffle those spikes of black hair thatâd magically manifested beside the door. Ignoring Tojiâs affronted grunts of âhe never lets me do that.â
âHeâs lying, yâknow.â Megumi blinks his eyes up at you, and you silently wonder just how it was possible for a six-year-old to look like heâs seen all the horrors of the world already. Heâs ruthless. Pointing a sharp, accusatory finger up at his father, âHe doesnât have better things to do. Heâs been giggling disgustingly to himself in front of the door for the past-â
âThatâs enough- why donât you get some homework done, my son.â Tojiâs clapping his hand immediately over Megumiâs mouth, wrangling his tiny, thrashing body over one shoulder before briefly disappearing inside.Â
âJust tell her!â
âIâm taking your iPad time away!â
Itâs just about all that you hear from inside before he makes his appearance again - shaggy, black tresses now disheveled, high cheekbones flushed, and from the corner of your very obvious staring you notice a pearly bead of sweat disappear between his cushiony pecs. Though, your eyes follow, you didnât mindâŠ
âTch- kids these days, right?â heâs gasping in a few hurried lungfuls. Planting the shorts into your open palms, his calloused pads linger on your hand. âS-so uh, I take that the dryerâs not working, yet?â
Youâre sighing, rubbing your fingers over your throbbing temples. âYeah, I told Higuruma- our landlord to look at it, but heâs still on that business trip and wonât be back for a while. Sorry about all this, Toji.â
âPlease-â heâs waving. âYou worry your pretty lilâ head too much, itâs not like mâcomplaining now. Am I?â
âYeah but-â
âBesides. Why donât I take a look at it?â
âWhat?â your brows scrunch together, and the thought of Toji being inside your home made your words tremble ever-so-slightly with- anticipation? Excitement? Want? Whatever it was, it made his dark brows raise, and youâre sure you had an utterly unexplainable look on your face right now. âDo you even know how to?â
Heâs scoffing, eyes rolling at you with practice. âAsking me if I know how to fix shit- of course, I fuckinâ know how to fix a dryer. Probably better than olâ clipboard Higuruma himself. You need to be taken care of, yâknow.â
And, yes, that might be so - but more than that came the idea that Toji had to enter your home to do so. You couldnât help but think of something else. Making you mutter out a heated, âIâllâŠconsider it.â
He smiles a smug smile, a tiny dimple digging into the very end of his cheek. âThaâs what I like to hear, ma.â
The very second that door shuts, youâre rushing back to your own apartment. Shorts clutched to your thumping heartbeat and thighs slightly weaker than they were just a few minutes ago. SlightlyâŠhotter. Ready to scramble back into your bedroom and create just a bit more laundry for tomorrow.Â
And only a few seconds later does Toji find himself doing the most pathetic fistbump behind closed doors. The beginnings of a sleazy smile on the very edges of his lips.Â
âSmooth, dad.â
âNow Iâm serious about no iPad-â
Megumiâs running back into his room before that rasping threat has even left Tojiâs predictable lips. Grumbling, heâs making his way to that godforsaken frog-cased iPad cushioned in the middle of the sofa, possibly to hide it away for a few hours.
And then, he sees it.Â
Now, one of the very reasons that Toji had rented this apartment in the first place was for that idyllic skyline winking up from over his balcony. Towering buildings, flashing lights, all overlooking his living room couch - which, unfortunately for him - or, well, fortunately more like - just-so-happened to be positioned right next to your own balcony lined with laundry.Â
So it wasnât exactly a surprise for him to catch a fluttering piece of cotton or ratty sleep shirt of yours for him to tease about later.Â
With a sigh at the flashing piece of fabric, heâs shuttering the sliding window open - ready to call your pretty self over again before-
âShit.â Toji hisses, deep baritone wavering. His brows are raising down at the stray cloth, prominent Adamâs apple bobbing with a gulp. You really wear this type of shit? Well, he shouldnât exactly be surprised butâŠ
But this?
Because wrapped easily around his long fingers was a pair of pretty, pretty lace panties. Panties. All pink and see-through enough that Toji thinks he could see his own fingerprints through that flimsy excuse of underwear.Â
All of a suddenâŠhis hands mindlessly raise up, up, up - mere inches away from his nose whenâŠfuck.
âDamn, woman.â heâs spitting, snapping back to his senses. Ignoring the tightening in his pants to speedwalk his hasty way over to his bedroom in search of his phone. Just a few clicks away from texting you- âGonna be the fuckinâ death of me I swear-â
And, see, Toji Fushiguro isnât the type to stutter.Â
He isnât the pathetic type to let anyone elseâs voice shoot a bolt of electricity down his spine - to choke right in the middle of his sentence.Â
But, you always did throw him off, didnât you?
Because heâs letting his maw slack open in a sharp gasp- no, shudder at the muffled, drawling sound from beyond the walls. Fingers loosening around his phone in sheer shock when he snaps his head towards his shared wall where your bedroom was.Â
Where he could hear your honeyed voice. Moaning.Â
And Toji gulpsâŠbefore locking the door to his bedroom.
Like an animal, heâs immediately sneaking up to press his greedy ear against the wall where it was emanating from. Aching for every tiny gasp and whine, he could just imagine the way you were splayed out across your plush mattress, fingers buried deep.
So cute.
âPlease- it feels s-so good.â Comes your cute mewl, followed by the buzzing vrrrrâ! of what he assumes to be that hot pink rose toy of yours thatâd accidentally gotten delivered to his address last week. And Toji almost snickers.
âF-fuck-â he breathes out shakily. Unabashedly listening for more, more, more- âYa canât be serious- what a treat.â
And Toji knows he should be the bigger person and stop listening, he knows he should ignore the sultry way your trembling moans were sending shockwaves down to his tight boxers. But he canât.
âNgh- r-right there-â youâre whimpering, and Toji tuts at the way he couldâve found your sweet spots much earlier. â-yeah- hah- jusâ a little more- Toji-â
His phone clatters! to the ground.
Did you just sayâŠhis name?
âFuck-â One massive hand of his comes down to clap over his jaw-dropped mouth, biting back an answering moan coming from something dangerously dark, primal from inside his heaving chest.Â
Shit, he canât breathe - he canât even think right now because every drop of blood in Tojiâs entire body was sprinting down to his heavy cock smacking down his thigh. Rock-hard. Angry. Just twitching when your voice repeats his name louder.Â
âTojiâ!â
Ah, there it was again. And with it, he can feel every shred of his sanity being thrown away. Only once- twice was enough to get Toji addicted. To have his melty mind yearning to hear it again. And again. And again and again and-
Toji feels pathetic.Â
Like some hormone-hazed, younger version of himself when his hands frantically fumble their way to hook into the elastic band of his boxers. Feeling absolutely zero guilt when he tugs-
Toji was hard. Painfully, furiously hard just from the mere sound of your voice. Swollen and sobbing. It was enough to have his fat, strawberry-pink tip smack! against his toned abs, smearing down a wet glissade of precum that makes him hiss. All but drooling at the scratch of your panties being wrapped delicately around his sensitive shaft.Â
âOh god.â heâs breathing out, thumbing over a wet glide on the bawling divot of his swollen head. Itâs pooling like a translucent little puddle, wet enough that those pearlescent beads gloss a wet trail all the way down to his wrist. And heâs popping the salted-caramel digit into his mouth. âWh-who the fuck do ya think you are ta get me this hard, ma?â
The fat curve of his thumb latches on to plug up the very ends of his cock, stopping himself from wasting a single precious drop before listening.
For anything.
âC-câmonââ Toji lets his heavy body lean against the wall after a few more sloppy squelches that pull from your saturated cunt. He could already hear how dripping wet you were. How needy. âWanna hear your hah- pretty lips talk-â
Tojiâs sinking his sharp canines onto his lower lip to hold back a groan. Because as much as he loved to hear himself talk - hearing you moan was worth more than anything. Even if it cost him his rationality to quieten down. Please-Â
Ah, his prayers are answered.
Because the wall slightly jitters with your vibrating voice once more. âOh- sh-shit it feels so good-â
âHeheh, does it?â heâs grunting, drawing a slow wetness of swirls on the underside of his slit. Hard enough to send him seeing stars. âTell me- t-tell me more, ma.â
And could you read his mind?
Because whateverâs left of it certainly seems to think so at the way that no sooner are the words spilling from his babbling lips that youâre feeding his blessed ears with a few more syrupy sweet whines. And Toji shivers when he hears the creak of your bed.
DamnâŠhe could make it break. Heâs sure.Â
The thought is enough to send his hips rutting into his fist, furiously fucking up into it like he was angry. Like he wishes he could do with you-
âO-oh-â Toji gasps out a hot, condensed breath feeling the slight massage of your thin panties at his twitchy balls. Heâs unsteadily picking its sticky cloth apart to press it even deeper into the drenched tufts of black at his hilt, down every thumping vein thatâs lightning-bolted down his length. âThis thing b-barely even wraps around my cock, doll.â
Heâs hot. So, so hot. Latching onto the hem of his undershirt with his teeth to swipe across his sensitive nipples.Â
Burning.
And, really, he didnât know what was worse for his poor self - your noises from just the other room, or the way your panties felt so good down his cock in this one.Â
âGood fuckinâ girl.â He twirls your panties around his fat hilt, meshing against the creamy pink at his hefty base. Fucking it up, up, up with pound after pound that half-leaves the poor thing in tatters. Well, he sure hoped you didnât like this pair too much. âProbably so fuckinâ oh- wet now, huh? Did I do that? Didnât know you were s-such a slut fâme.â
Every slobbering drag down his length has Tojiâs dark brows knitting together. Back and forth back and forth back and- So hard.Â
So hot and heavy. He could barely catch his breath, sweat perspires across his forehead, and Toji could almost taste the metallic tang of blood when heâs holding back every rasping ah! ah! ah! just to hear your voice.Â
It was agonizing.Â
And he couldnât help but imagine the way you were probably toying your tired fingers over your clit - the way youâd probably be so shy at how he could so clearly hear you. Killing Toji that it was the only thing he could do.
SLAM!
âShit-â Tojiâs snapping his head up at the mindless way his free hand had come smashing down onto the nearby drawer for any shred of balance. Sharp ears searching desperately for any sign that youâd heard-
âNgh- yes- jusâ a bit more-â
He breathes out a guilty sigh of relief when the saturated slurps of your cunt only continue. Filling his mind sloppily like his favorite song. Gulping in a harsh wad of saliva before spitting a thick stream right onto the very edge of his plump, reddish head. His hulking body wracks with a violent shudder as it drip! drip! drips down every tender spot on his swollen cock. Beading down to cover his heavy balls in a thin sheen of spit.Â
âLook what youâve done.â heâs spitting. Other hand coming down to rub lazy, massaging circles around his bulbous, cum-filled sacks. The sheer stimulation enough to have his head lolling drunkenly against the wall.
âMâso close-â Your voice only makes Toji fuck into his hand even harder - if only it was you. You, you, you - the only thing playing around his currently stupid mind. â-g-gonna cum ah-â
That makes him bawl out another furious wave of precum staining your panties see-through, glinting with every flutter down his raw cock. Faster. It was building and building up so close-
âC-close already?â heâs snickering, bending at the knees with how weak he was. Tojiâs biceps flex and and ache with just how wildly he was fucking up into his fist, abs rippling with each wild buck. He half-wonders if heâd be able to see that pretty frilly pattern of your panties imprinted on his cock the next day. Over and over- âI woulda m-made you cum sooner.â
Would your beautiful eyes roll to the very back of your head when you did?
Would you beg him to cum, too? To fill you up. To breed you. Shit, that had his hefty shaft twitch in his hands, electricity flashing behind Tojiâs eyes.Â
Would you moan his name - oh, please moan his name.
âP-please-â Toji finds himself gasping, and his entire body was hunched over now. Pathetic. Waiting for any second that youâd reach your high - he was a gentleman, after all. âCum fâme- ah fuck fuck fuck-â Twiddling a manicured thumb in a slow line underneath his sensitive slit, it was making him moan so dangerously loud. â-please- cum on this fuckinâ cock, ma.â
âFuck! Toji-â Comes your yelp, and it makes his mouth water. Breath held in a choked-up gasp in his puffing chest, â-mâcumming.â
He could see it already - just how pretty youâd look with your head thrown back and your back arching into his cock when you finally reach your high.Â
Now, Toji doesnât know what overtook him to drag those drenched panties up to his face - to press it thoroughly against his nose and smell your essence. Breathing it in. drinking it in. But he canât pretend like he hadnât imagined it many, many times before.Â
And it makes him cumÂ
It makes him shudder with a heavy puff of air, once. Twice. Before dumping and dumping out stringy wads of seed until your soft panties were soaked.
âOh shit- shit shit shit-â he spews out a slurring slew of profanities, painfully hard cock bursting at the end with wet splatters of cum. So much of it. Itâs making such a filthy mess that he almost feels guilty.Â
Jaw clenching when heâs forced to part with your panties with a pained gruff, sliding it along his thoroughly coated cock. Hi cum seeps through the fabric and into a milky puddle that pools at his wrist, dripping down a milky sheen across his skin.Â
âMmpfââ his mouth salivates. A low, disappointed scoff bursting at the back of his throat when your own obscene noises quieten down. He missed you already. Dewy eyes veering to the back of his head, heâs only wondering how much prettier these would look on you. Still as ruined. âYouâd be lucky to get these fuckinâ panties back, woman.â
Bzztâ!Â
From its discarded place on the floor, he can read the notification flashing across the phone screen.
Cutie-next-door: Iâve decided - can you come by tomorrow to fix the dryer, pleeeease?
---
â-ah, ya see when this vent is clogged sâgonna stop working. And so what you hafta do is-â
You werenât listening.
You couldnât.
Because Toji Fushiguro was sprawled out across your cramped kitchen - completely shirtless.
You had half the mind to turn him away after heâd knocked on your door with absolutely no sign of any upperwear - that sleazy grin plastered all over his face begging the answer to whether this was on purpose. To tease you. âCan move better this wayâ your ass.Â
But the thought of having even more of your laundry fly away, forcing you to potentially face this very same display multiple times is what had you opening your front door wider to let him inside.Â
No matter how much you wouldâve appreciated the viewâŠ
And so here you were, squirming in one corner of the kitchen while Toji worked on your dryer. Sweat sheening down his swole muscles, disappearing in tempting beads down underneath his low-hanging pants. Slight smears of grease decorate his pecs, and you have to cross your arms to stop yourself from thumbing them away. He was so handy.Â
Shit, this was why youâd dolled-up just a bit more than usual. He was so-
â-doll? Doll.â
âUh-â youâre yelping, blinking your eyes back up to meet an extraordinarily smug smirk now directed at you. âW-what were you saying?â
âHeh, I was saying you should take a picture, itâll last longer.â he titters with a slight rumble, tools clinking when heâs taking off his bulky gloves. âYa can enjoy the view later, but I was askinâ if ya had anything to dry right now to test this piece of junk.â
Urgently, youâre looking towards your empty laundry basket. âSorry, seems that I dried them all out yesterday.â
âNo pressure, besides-â You can only watch when he shuffles a hand inside one of his curiously bulging pant pockets. â-I came prepared.â
âWh-wha- where did you get that?âÂ
Because held so daintily within Tojiâs cocky clutches, dangled one of your missing pairs of panties. They looked recently washed, and youâre reaching with a yelp for it. Falling onto your knees to match his seated position - which, obviously didnât mean heâd hand it over.Â
Why would he? This was Toji Fushiguro.Â
He only throws them into your dryer, before closing the door with a dark snicker, âMore like why let them fly their merry way over to my balcony again. Honestly- you call me the tease but look whoâs talking.â
âYouâre saying Iâm the tease?â you shrill. The embarrassment was getting to you now - it was overconsuming you - and if the leering smirk on Tojiâs face was anything to go by, you were sure that it was visible.Â
âIf the shoe- or, well, panties fit.â
He was so cocky about his stupid lilâ joke.Â
You stab a rude finger right between the valley of his pecs, copping a feel of the velvety smooth skin. âSh-shut up, if you want to talk about a tease then letâs talk about who showed up to fix a dryer shirtless.â
âPart of the outfit.â he shrugs. Tilting his head up at you, and shit, it finally hits you how precariously close you two are right now. Tojiâs splayed out on your cool kitchen tile, while youâre straddling his slender waist with jittery legs, pressed up against the heated proximity of his unfairly shirtless body. Chest-to-chest. âDonât act like you didnât enjoy the view, little miss had-a-fun-time-yesterday.â
You blink, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
But in true Toji fashion, the closest to an answer you get is a large hand attaching roughly onto your waist. Jostling your body close enough for him to breathe out in a feverish chuckle - hot, and purposeful against your ear. âThe walls are thin. Just sayinâ.â
Oh.
Oh, shit.Â
You knew exactly what he was talking about - and so did he.Â
â...I heard you, too, yâknow.â
Ah, you can now live your life happily knowing that you managed to make the ever-confident Toji gasp. You managed to make him part his lips in a slight gape, green eyes glinting with a hint of something dangerous as they widen. His sensory digits pinch at your hips.Â
âYou mean-â
âYes.â
Uncharacteristically, Toji takes a few gulping seconds to find his voice. And when he does - the very sound is enough to send shivers down your spine and make you wonder for a split-second whether this was really him. Hoarse, pained when he muses, âYou heard me and still continued?â
Instantly, youâre trying to form excuses. âNo! I mean- yes. Itâs just thatâŠâ
âHeh, cute. You continued because of me- didnât ya?â
Your jaw drops in shock, now a slightly defensive tone bleeding in with the embarrassment of your actions. âI-I mean I was doing- it- just fine before I heard you.â
Toji cocks his head, and only says one thing - âProve it.â
.
.
.
âT-Toji this is embarrassing-â
But oh, all that Toji was wondering was whether heâd knocked his head on that goddamn dryer and gone to heaven already.Â
Because splayed out for all his pleasure on the cushiony bed was you - quivering legs straddled wide open, your back arched in such a delicious curve that makes his mouth water. Your silken sheets were disheveled and sloppy enough that youâd have to pray the dryer works now. Glistening cunt winking down at him eagerly, just begging him in cute, slurring squelches after every buzzing push of your vibrator.
And Toji? Seated right underneath your cute cunt - hovering mere inches away from sitting on his cocky smirk.Â
All heâd been imagining. As gorgeous as how heâd imagined you yesterday- no, even more so.
Tojiâs leering up at you, muscular thighs manspreading even more to show off his furiously hard erection. âShhh sh sh-â Toji hums, eyes unwavering from right between your legs. âSheâs the one talkinâ to me right now, doll.â
And surely enough, itâs almost like heâs having a conversation with your pussy. Nodding and drunkenly humming along to every slurp that resounds across the heady room. âThaâs right, make her- make her even wetter for me.â
Heâs letting loose his long pinkish tongue to catch the drops of your sweet, sweet juices that slide down his throat.Â
His breath is so steaming hot against your cunt. Feverish. You huff out a dragged-out whine, kissing up your plump clit with the very edge of your rose toy. Just barely teasing the sensitive hood, âB-but I need you so-â
âNow now, what did I say?â he tuts away your stubborn moans easily. And youâre gazing over your shoulder upon the utterly unapologetic grin that falls across Tojiâs face when he tugs down his own pants to flash you with the fat, rotund curve of his ruddied tip. Curling his fingers over the very top, âYou donât need me, remember- Let that pretty pussy talk with me or all youâre gonna do is watch.â
Except now you didnât think you could talk even if you wanted to.
Your eyes are glazing over with a fresh wall of need when they fall greedily upon the peaking sight of Tojiâs fat cock. So massive that it makes your jaw slip open, your cunt gushing out in a few gushes of slick.Â
âOh shit- shit-â his eyes widen at the sight, so thoroughly honed in. Almost as if he doesnât even realize heâs speaking to you. Doesnât even know. And a few ringing squelches is all it takes for him to throw his head back with a groan. âThat got ya wet, ma, didnât it? Made your cute ngh- c-cunt happy?â
âYes-â youâre gasping, winking away the overstimulated tears in your eyes. âB-but I want you-â
âTell me exactly what you want, doll.â
So bossy, you want to snap back.Â
But right now youâre too hypnotized by the slutty sight of him to say a word. The way he seemed so ruined. That you canât help but whimper, âI want you to hah- make me cum.â
And itâs just a split-second later when his brawny arms come wrapping around your jittery waist, hauling you over like some glorified rag doll to seat your fatigued legs down. Your dripping cunt meeting his mouth in a sultry, sultry French kiss.Â
He doesnât waste a second longer - almost as if beating himself up for all the time wasted - before dragging his tongue to open your presoaked folds. Swirling so hotly to smear them out across his lips, Toji dredges his raised scar across your most tender spots and moans.Â
Sweet.
So sweet.
âThis- this fuckinâ delicious?â He sounded like he was losing his mind, swatting aside your hand. âMove that fuckinâ hand. Y-you were- you were holding out on this? Could eat this cute cunt all the time- could marry ya-â
Proposing and proposing and kissing-
He latches down his glistening canines around your clit and pinches, almost as if a little punishment. And you could practically see the delight lighting up his dark eyes when your cunt slowly grows even more drenched. Little masochist, heâs thinking.Â
You yelp when without any sort of warning his cheeks hollow out in a sudden suck at your sensitive nub, swirling his tongue over it. âH-howâs that feel?â he giggles - giggles. âBetter than your imagination or what?â
It already was.Â
But you couldnât let his ego expand anymore than it already has, so the only thing youâre managing to do is trap a few sweat-dampened locks of his hair and drag your slobbering cunt down Tojiâs mean mouth. Partly because you needed it, partly because you needed him to shut up.Â
Choking out, âD-donât get so full of yourself, Tojiââ
âFull of myself?â heâs chuckling - face smeared with a translucent mask of glistening slick that told you exactly why he should be full of himself. It glosses over his curled lips and drips down Tojiâs sharp jawline. âFull of myself? Gimme that-â
Instantly, your till buzzing vibrator is being snatched meanly out of your hands. âSâthis what ya want, instead, ma?â
Toji didnât expect an answer.
And you canât give him one.
Because that furiously jittery probe is being bullied right between your puffy pussy lips, licking a languid line down the edge of your sloppy hole. Before heâs bullying the long end inside your eager entrance-
âDoes it feel good?â heâs taunting. Sinking down onto your clit and pulling. âOh yeah- feels great. Doesnât it?â
But itâs such a mouthful that sputtered out into your clit. The vibrations of white-hot pleasure making your spine bow like such a slut into Tojiâs ravenous mouth. And your jaw slack open in the most strained of whines, âY-yeah feels so-mmpf-â
Immediately, your mouth is being firmly shut closed with one of Tojiâs mountainous palms, and he snickers. Giving you pretty lilâ cunt a pat that has splatters of slick speckling all the way to his lips - ones that he gladly licks up. And then some at the remnant excess all over your thighs. âI was talking to her.â
âY-youâre so mean.â
At this, he pulls back and blows a heated gust of air against your puckered hole. âAnd youâre fucking drenched.â That spearing bullet is lodged firmly against a few tenderized sweet spots that make you keen. âAnd sheâs sayingâŠsânot enough.â
You were sure he was talking for himself.Â
OrâŠwas he?Â
Honestly, you donât even know - you didnât even realize what you were missing until the fat girths of Tojiâs digits shove their filthy way into your narrow opening. Already so stuffed, yet, heâs scissoring aside the vibrator into the gooey depths of your walls.Â
Either you could take him or heâll make space.Â
Whistling out in awe, âDontcha think this feels muuuch better?â As if to whittle out another one of your syrupy sweet noises, youâre being gifted with another sopping wet thwack! against the ready nub of your clit. Before Toji wraps his scarred lips around it and sucks. âLook- sheâs even fuckinâ wetter.â
You didnât even have to see to be able to know - because you could hear.Â
Toji was steadily pummeling your cunt with the most staggering smashes of the rounded curves of his fingertips into your sweetest spots. Jostling the vibrator inside, knuckles smashing it with friction to rub up against your constricting walls.Â
Honestly, it was just so much. You felt stuffed.Â
âF-feels like mâgonna explode.â you mewl at the heady thump! thump! thump! shuddering all across your body - and you didnât know whether it was because of the thundering pulse in your ears, because of the way Tojiâs fingers were crashing and thrusting against your tender g-spot. His neatly cut fingernails glide soaking wet grazes over and over in a sloppy staccato. âAh! Right there, it f-feels so good-â
âTch, you think I donât know?â Tojiâs rolling his eyes, muttering his words into your sopping slit. His free hand comes slamming down in a harsh smack! against your ass to make you lug against his face faster. âRide yourself on me, ma.â
You stumble through it - yearning for more.Â
âFaster.â
âI-Iâm trying.ââ
But it wasnât enough. Obviously.Â
And Tojiâs impatiently revolving one hand around the curve of your waist to make you press down hard in the most sultry gyrations. Around and around it had him hypnotized. âNot tryinâ hard ânough. Cuz this pretty lady h-hereâs just crying to cum, doll. Ya hear her?â
How could you not?
Itâs all that you replay in your mind. Accompanied with a shot ngh ngh ngh that was curdling at the very back of Tojiâs throat. Whispered into every graze of his tongue down your slit, you took a quick glance backwards to catch the way that he was properly fucking his fist now.Â
Long, thorough drags down his achy cock to bead out wet sloshes of precum. Only getting faster. Sloppier. Red and angry-
âShit.â youâre whimpering, hands steadying on either side of his bulging deltoids. It felt like your very bones were rattling along with the vibrator. Nails digging in to the muscle, âI th-think mâclose- think mâgonna-â
And oh Tojiâs eyes stray to the back of his head at how reminiscent this was of just yesterday. Snickering a heavy, âYou âthinkâ? I know sheâs so fuckinâ close. Can feel her. Isnât she? Gonna cum? Gonna make a ngh- mess on me, is she?â
Answeringly, heâs leaving another few smacks! on your mound that have your gooey walls fluttering, the double penetration of both the buzzing bullet and his fingers too much. Too close. You feel every delicate bundle of your nerves exasperate.Â
And itâs impossible not to mumble out drunkenly - embarrassingly. âSh-she is.â
Itâs so rough.
Both your release and the way that Toji was fucking you through it - because the very moment he hears your breath hitch in a saturated manner similar to last time, heâs tugging out your buzzing vibrator and toppling it somewhere over the bed. Replacing it with every long inch of his heated tongue-Â
Like hell heâd have you cumming on some damn plastic before his tongue.
âShit- it feels so-â Barely managing to formulate the words into coherent syllables. Your body convulses when he swiftly pecks your pretty clit with the rose toy instead. â-so good- ngh! Mâcumming mâcumming ah-â
Tojiâs fucking you through your high with the double stimulation of his fingers and his tongues spreading open your snug insides mercilessly. Ruthlessly. Wave upon wave of pleasure that had your toes curling, vision flashing white. Sensitive pussy dredging up from the very bottom of his sharp chin all the way up to his button nose.Â
Itâs adorable how tired you were already, already huffing and puffing for breath. He could almost laugh if he didnât have a mouthful already.
âYeah thaâs right-â he slurps, more than talks. Thick digits curling tight and thumbing over his twitchy divot to wall up that velvety wisp of cum from escape. Leaving kiss after kiss to have your drooling cunt ride his sexy features faster. â-give it tâme.â Greedy. âGive it alllll to me.â
But even that didnât seem like enough.
Because even after your aggressive orgasm was petering out into mere tingles at your quivering pussy, even after heâd slurped up every tiny drop of your honeyed juices - Toji Fushiguro was starved.Â
So completely ravenous when he speaks, âI thinkâŠsheâs sayin she wants ta squirt, doll.â
âWh-what?â youâre breathing - you didnât even know if that was possible.
With a surprising amount of gentleness, Tojiâs placing you to sit all prettily on his spread legs. Just slobbering your pussy lips in an innocent smooch over his hardness.Â
âHeh, what? Donât trust me?â Toji cocks his head down at you in sheer smugness, a glistening gloss stained all around his lips. It made him look so fucked-out. And he felt like he already was - but Toji wouldnât admit that. No, heâs only murmuring a wet, âOr are ya scared that mâgonna get ya ah- addicted?â
You showcase him with a slight pout that makes his riled-up cock twitch in one hand. That makes him immediately kiss it away - letting you taste him. Taste yourself.Â
Itâd already taken everything in him to stop himself from cumming just by making out with your cunt.Â
âNo sâjust that- Iâve never squirted beforeâŠâ
His words are sure. Confident. Heâs echoing them from not too long ago, âLemme take a look at that.â
And apparently Tojiâs definition of taking a look is to slide the curve of his thick thumb in-between your dribbling slit. Up and down until his lips curl in a smile, âWell sheâs tellinâ me that she can-oh shit, look at that.â Those very same fingers wrapping around the hilt of his thick cock to nudge your folds apart. âSo why donât I fix that, hm?â
God, Toji is so much bigger than he looked - which was staggering considering his sheer bulge was enough to send your mind reeling.
The curve of his fat tip bathes in a few more of your syrupy drops before bullying inside-
âO-oh my god-â Your voice wavers, sweat simmering all down your body at how dizzyingly Toji was spearheading your cunt open. Wide. So much of him that you didnât know whether to buck your hips away or down for more, more, more- âSâtoo big- shit, donât even know if I can ngh- t-take it, Tojiâ!â
âOh, say my name like that once more nâ youâre gonna ah- hafta take every inch.â he grunts out, snarling smile making your gummy walls flutter around him.Â
Youâre being fed every solid inch, Tojiâs girth making your tight circumference stutter. Gaping your sloppy hole wide open around his expanding cock- shit, just the slightest peak into your heavenly depths was enough to have his fat length swelling. Pushing into your tender sweet spots when he grows.Â
âY-you got even bigger?â you gasp, and it makes him cackle.
Throwing his head back to laugh, âOf course I got f-fuckinâ bigger when you feel like this, ma.â And two of his roughened palms glide their greedy pathway downwards to spread your thighs even further. Using gravity to his lewd advantage to help you gulp down your every mindless grind to simply fit himself inside. âW-where have ya been all my life.â
And Toji sounded like he was genuinely distraught that he didnât know.Â
He was genuinely so upset, lower lip wobbling with pure bliss once your overstuffed pussy was resting on his sharp hip bones. Giving an experimental little gyration of his hips to swirl his shaft around your walls, it makes you whine.Â
âThaâs what mâfuckinâ talking about.â
And then in a split-second, youâre being slammed onto your back and wrangled into the meanest mating press you never thought possible.Â
Itâs like Toji was out of control.Â
Feral.
A slight trickle of drool trailing down the edge of his growling lips, âShit- take my fucking cock ngh- take it all, doll. Ya donât know how long Iâve been d-dreaming of this.â
âYes yes yes-â you sputter. Edging your uselessly limp thighs to lock around Tojiâs straining neck - and if he was going easy on you before. Then oh, you werenât ready for the way this makes him snap his flexing body down to fold you in half. His sweat-beaded forehead knocking gently into yours, â-been ah- been dreaminâ of this ever since I m-moved in-â
Shit.
The thick pudge of Tojiâs relentless head careens into the bullseye of your g-spot easily. And Toji titters to himself about the pretty moans that drag from your shot throat - that is, if he had the self-control.
Because your previous words were still thundering in his pussydrunken mind, and it makes him gasp. It makes him shoot his eyes open almost comically, it makes him crash his lips into your with a sullen hiss. âGive a man a fuck- warning. You c-canât just say- things- like- that-â
As if to prove his point, heâs planting a few more heated French kisses against your sweetest spots. How he mapped them out so quickly you had no idea.Â
His feverish breath hovers over your own mouth, gusts bounding out with every pound into your cunt. Heâs bruising the circular branding of his sobbing tip down your spongy cervix, a tiny ah! of disappointment leaving Tojiâs stern lips at the recoil that had him pushing back from the very bottom of your pussy.Â
Heâs so filthy.Â
âBecause what ifââ It takes you a few seconds to realize that heâs still babbling drunkenly, flicking over a calloused thumb over your clit to get your delirious attention. â-are ya listening, woman? What- ah- what if I told ya I was the fuckinâ same. Wanted to f-fuck this cute cunt the moment I saw ya, wanted to ruin her- to breed her-â
And just when heâs heaving in such a sharp inhale. As if heâs spoken too much.
Yet, even through the way that Toji was fucking you stupid - you still manage to latch onto his words.Â
âY-you wanted to ah- cum inside?â youâre blinking up at him innocently in a way that only made his hips jackhammer against yours harder. Teasing your sensitive clit with a pinch. âTell me, Toji.â
God- you said his name.Â
Shit shit shit, didnât he tell you not to-
âYes!â Tojiâs shuddering out, hefty balls twitching and thwacking their tight, cum-filled sacks against your ass. Heâs fucking you so wildly. The mating press that he had you in let him glide a wet thrust down every single nook and cranny inside you. Every forbidden sweet spot. âWanted- wanted it so badly- ah-â
Batting your teary lashes, âHow badly?â
Two of Tojiâs mean fingers come up to smush your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, and heâs using that cutely ajar opening of your mouth to spit. A thick, honeyed wad of saliva that purposefully splatters along the edge of your lips - because Toji had perfect aim. He couldâve streamlined it all neatly between your lips.
But you looked and tasted so sweet this way.
When he could just kiss it away filthily with a drag of his tongue, âShit- what a filthy fuckinâ mouth. Ya really know how to m-make me lose my mind, hm?â Splaying out one large palm about halfway down your stomach, heâs exploring for a lewd cylindrical nudge. A throb when his thickened head was smashing into your g-spot. âIf ya i-insist- mâgonna fill ya up until I can feel it-â Pressing down. Hard. âHere.â And now heâs running his mouth a mile a minute, heâs dazed where his cadence grows sloppy. âUntil youâre overspilling. Until yer all r-round and hngh- glowing and shit-â
God, he was flying too close to the sun.
Egging him on, he was fucking you into the bed like he was furious at you. Lurching out rickety creaks from the bedframe at his riotous slams! Teasing, âS-sâthat it?â
âIs that it? I-is that it?â heâs repeating. Over and over like a humorless mantra. âNo thaâs not- ah- fucking âitâ. Mâgonna shit- make you mine. Gonna fuck a b-baby or two into ya.â Shockwaves of electric white flashing down his spine when your gripping walls cling around him like a velvety channel. Stumbling through words, âSo theyâre gonna know- ah- th-theyâre all gonna know what I did. Hah- how I ruined yaâŠâ
You can only sob, âTojiâ mâgonna-â
Stimulating tears gather up beside Tojiâs eyelids with every pressurized ram, and he finds it in himself to rasp a drunken giggle. âG-gonna give Megumi a lilâ sibling, ma?â
He doesnât have to hear your response, he doesnât think he can. Because no sooner are you crashing into your orgasm that Toji is as well.Â
He realizes before you - far, far before you at how you were squirting.Â
Drizzling your juices in a coating gloss down his cock, his abs, some spattering up to Tojiâs lips. He took a look into it alright.Â
Your bolting waves of bliss intruded by his rummaging cock. Twitching once. Twice. Before struggling out thick gushes of sweltering hot seed.Â
Itâs splattering onto the very back of your bruised and battered cervix in a wet thwack! Oozing out the sides of your silt, you feel your gummy walls being inflated. The tug of ribbons upon ribbons of cum being fucked into sloshes inside and coats your melty walls like a second, sticky skin.
THUD!
Toji collapses onto his wearied forearms, caging you in with his big beefy biceps. Hips slowing down to tiny, subconscious ruts wrenching out the most obscene wet squelches. âTh-the heh- the fuckinâ bed.â
Only then are you batting your fatigued eyes open to realize that one side of the bed was sagging dangerously. âToji did you b-break the bed?â
âAh- so what?â And heâs scooping up your pliant body easily into his arms. Lifting you. Manhandling you. Pulling out of your split cunt for just a second to slam! you down onto your nearby work desk. The cool mahogany against your front makes you hiss, âIâll jusâ t-take a ah- look at it.â
With this, heâs pressing down on the slightly bloated area near your cunt. Gaping. Gushing out thick remnants of his cum - itâs like he was playing around.Â
The sight so heavenly that with a dragged-out gasp heâs finding his weepy cock blast out a few more wispy strands of cum. Shit.
âShit- marry me-â Tojiâs throwing his head back with a whimper - a whimper - when his jolting cock veers dangerously into the territory of shooting overstimulated blanks. âMarry me I-I swear. Gonna ah- put a pretty ring on ya, my doll.â
Which is why heâs swirling around his greedy pointer around your gaping entrance. Toying with the creamy ring of seed thatâd painted its way around his thick base. Toji pools a few creamy dredges on his fingers and shoves them into your babbling mouth. âNgh- Tojiâ!â
âNowww, letâs see ngh- already finished off th-the bed-â heâs rattling off. Counting on a few fingers of his, â-we have the ohhh fuck- donât squeeze m-me like that, ma, mâstill sensitive- this desk, the floor- the dryer.â
âThe dryer?â you mewl. âBut you j-jusâ fixed that-â
âAh, consider it a lilâ paymentâŠalong with those panties of yours, of course.â
And itâs only later.Â
Hours and hours later, with your bed frame broken on one leg, your desk absolutely shattered, and your carpet soiled with a few whiteish rivulets that youâre finding yourself seated into a tight full nelson on top of the dryer. Toji still splitting you apart inside, shooting blanks before the front door rattles with a sudden knock! knock! knock!Â
A deep voice resounding from outside, âAnybody home? Itâs Shiu Kong. Higuruma sent me here to fix the dryer.â
âFuckinâ ShiuâŠwanna let him in?â
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âHello, Shiu? How did the fixing go?â Itâs by the next day that Higuruma gets a call in the middle of his important business meeting. One that would probably stay with him for a long, long time. âWhat do you mean the dryer is broken beyond repair?!â
A/N. Hope you all have a lovely week <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
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asking sincerely. do you see a romance between jayce and viktor? do you think they ended up being something romantic at the end?
With apologies I am going to only half talk about the thing you are asking me, since I have something else on my mind and you happened to hit the button that makes me vomit it into words.
Coming at this from an aromantic perspective, I obviously don't experience the state of absurd obsessive delusion that you bizarre romantic freaks fetishize so feverishly*, but I am often annoyed by the idea that friendship and romance are either opposites or mutually exclusive. From my perspective, the boundary between the two is at best thin, and more realistically not actually a boundary at all except by cultural construction.
*i am taking an excessively hostile, crass tone for my own amusement i do not mean this seriously please be normal at me, weird allo freaks
I won't get into my full feelings about the end of Arcane, but it seems perfectly plain to me that the script, the imagery and the animation presents Jayce and Viktor as two halves of a whole, not opposing forces but alike to yin and yang: opposites which each contain the other. And at the climax of the show, the greatest peril to life and peace in the narrative is resolved by these two men literally joining their bodies and souls together, and going into eternity holding one another for comfort and strength. They are quite literally soulmates, quite literally the most important people in one another's lives.
I don't think that that kind of intimate emotional connection between men must necessarily be either romantic or sexual - I am aromantic, and plenty of ace people exist, and there is nothing in our natures excluding us from intense connections of love with other people of any gender.
I also think it is willfully ignorant (and genuinely homophobic) to act as though these deep connections are mutually exclusive with sex and romance. As though if Viktor and Jayce fucked nasty and made out sloppy style, suddenly their intimacy is less pure or valid, or tainted somehow.
"If these two men who are emotionally close to one another also fuck or get romantically involved, then friendship is dead, murdered on the floor by a dick-shaped knife; vile sexuality corrupts and debases the true, pure and virtuous love of âšfriendshipâš" <- This shit is homophobic at a baseline, queerphobic in general, and frankly as an aromantic man I find it pretty fucking insulting as well.
What, are my friendships with other men just inherently more pure and divine, more meaningful and true than a gay man's can ever be, because I will never suffer the vile temptation of adding romance to my affection? Is that how I should think of myself? And is an aroace man more pure than me still, the only source of TRUE male friendship that a man can ever experience, free from the pustulant corruption of sexuality and romantic desire?
You get this pathetic defensiveness (especially from men, but other genders aren't immune) wherein sex and sexuality and romance between men is perceived as a threat to men's right and ability to experience deep connection to each other. But the emotional castration of men comes not from people imagining sex and romance as a component of our relationships - it comes from people who insist that our emotional lives must be ruled by strict binaries. Sex and romance, OR ELSE friendship. Deep romantic connection OR ELSE deep platonic connection. Pick one and do not dare to imagine both, nor act as though the boundary between them is something that we built by cultural fiat, and which can be dismantled just the same.
And yes, yes, yes, I know there are cultural forces literally illuminati-style conspiring to systemically erase the entire existence of explicitly romantic, sexual male love from media, and I know that homophobic puritanism is on the rise and there are material concerns and a real necessity for explicit representation in fiction, yes I know. Everything is more complicated than a tumblr post can cover, I am not trying to Solve Rainbow Capitalismâą over here, I am trying to express frustration as an aromantic man that this stupid fucking binary keeps getting culturally reinforced by both my enemies and my well-meaning allies, when I think the binary is what's fucking killing us in the first place.
So anyway. My position is that Viktor and Jayce can be entirely aromantic no-homo friends, and they can fuck nasty in the throes of mutual need and obsession, and I refuse to entertain the idea that there is an irresolvable contradiction between those things. Each of those can contain the other, or become the other given time and circumstance.
What the imagery, storytelling and script of Arcane makes clear is that Viktor and Jayce love each other more than life itself. To say that that love must be shoved into the box of either "platonic" or "romantic" is to miss out on almost everything that is beautiful about love. It can be both and neither! It can be a secret third, ninth or fifteenth thing that they haven't invented a tag for on Ao3 yet.
They are giving each other whatever the spiritual mind-ghost equivalent of sloppy backshots are on the ethereal plain forever, they are the most romantic lovers in the cosmos, and they are also the most chaste and platonic life-partner friends you have ever seen, effortlessly intimate and unashamedly tender. They are men who love one another, in every way that love matters.
You can pick whichever interpretation brings you joy, and resonates with what your heart needs, the text of the show is eminently and explicity open to it, and anyone who says otherwise either failed to pay attention, or refused to pay attention on purpose.
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Youâre in love with Spencer from the minute he gets you in his bed. [4k]
c: fem/afab. smut mdni, p in v sex, oral, fluff, aftercare, early intense feelings, spencer in sweetheart mode, flirting.
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Itâs a cold day in November when you see him across the bar. Heâs sitting at a table of friends drinking from a tall glass of coke. Heâs normal. Non-imposing, undeniably cute, laughing with a smile that shows his teeth. His tie is to his belt and his suit jacketâs been thrown over the back of the chair.Â
He looks like he might have fun with you, if you can catch his attention. Something about him seems⊠eager to please.Â
You watch him, and you watch his friend. He seems more your usual type, muscled, confident. Heâs the key. You let your gaze linger on the curly-haired boy until the friend glances your way. You give him a look. Hey, whoâs your friend?
You look away once you see an arm rise. Thereâs elbowing, arguing. You sit relaxed at the bar and twists your straw through cherry spritz, ice cubes tinkling. After a minute you think, Oh, come on. After two you worry you arenât his type.Â
Then comes salvation. The curly haired boy slots between your seat and the next, beckoning the bartender forward with a nearly perfect, âExcuse me?âÂ
âRight there with you.â
You wait. He seems cute, but youâre not trying to take him home if he doesnât have the chops for it. And not because you see yourself as some deadly thing to be pleased, but you canât spend another night fluffing someone elseâs feathers.Â
âHey,â he says finally, surprisingly without the nerves youâd read before. He mustâve breathed through them. âHowâs it going?âÂ
You lift your gaze from the dark purple of your spritz. The first thing you notice are the beauty marks you couldnât see before, along his cheeks and hiding among a light shadow of stubble. âHi, handsome,â you say softly. You canât imagine him liking a firm touch, but that might become more apparent later on. âNothingâs going on, I suppose I was just waiting for you.âÂ
âYeah?â he asks.Â
âMm-hm.âÂ
He puts one arm on the bar. You let your eyes dawdle on his hand. âAre you here alone?âÂ
âI was with a friend,â you confess, lifting your gaze to his, making steady eye contact for as long as heâll allow you to. His gaze flits to your mouth as you continue. âBut she met somebody. I was told not to wait up.âÂ
âSo youâre in need of company?âÂ
You tip your head to give him the best glance at you, all eyes and gentle smiles as you nod. âWould that be you?âÂ
âWhat are you drinking?âÂ
âCherry spritzer.âÂ
âCan I buy you another one?âÂ
âJust one, please.â You believe in the overarching reach of sexuality, of being with someone, but you donât believe in drinking and sex, nor allowing a man to pave the way. âThis is my first. If I have more than that Iâll be too tipsy to do what I want tonight.âÂ
âWhatâs that?â he asks.Â
You tap your nose. The boy âthe manâ to your delight, seems to like the gesture very much.Â
The bartender approaches. Your unknown, lovely looking man asks for a coke and a cherry spritzer, extra cherries, though you didnât tell him too. He nods to your little plate of cherry stems and asks, âCan you tie a knot?â But before you can answer, he adds, âIâm good at it.âÂ
Spencer proves to be good at a few things. Kissing, touching, his face in sweet places and his spit-wet thumb to a nerve. One moment youâre sitting at the bar wondering if heâll take you home and the next youâre taking a taxi, youâre lying in his bed being stripped of your stockings, being laid on top of. You didnât know he had it in him, this sweaty, adoring kissing in the dark; thereâs a difference between kissing for hungerâs sake and kissing with love, and for some strange reason Spencer doesnât seem to know the difference.Â
âHave we met before?â you ask, the ache between your legs sharper than ever as his hand flirts with the boundary of your stomach and the apex of you, begging to go back there and prolong what heâd started.Â
âNo.â His lips are on your neck, kissing as he slips a finger behind your ear. âIâd remember.â
His chest pushes into yours again, triggering a breathy gasp as the button of your nipple takes the brunt of him. He turns your face, that flirting hand abandoning your wanting cunt to squeeze at your sides, your ribs, the soft hill of your breast.Â
âDo you wanna cum again?â he asks softly. The best part is that heâs earnest, not a second of bravado in it as he lays his lips against your cheek.Â
You could. Heâd done stuff with his mouth youâve never experienced before, fingertips teasing your wetness as he told you something about tantrics and pleasure, his hand under your knee, holding you open. Youâd felt so suddenly out of control and âand honestly, youâd thought yourself half in love with him for the way he was kissing you alone. No shyness, but softness. No rushing, no annoyance when it took you time to tip into pleasure. Heâd been delighted when you seized, had sat up to draw the climax out with circles, matching pace to your rising chest.Â
You slip a hand into his curls and treat him with the same sweetness heâd given you, kissing him like you love him: for whatever time this is, you really do. Heâs the prettiest boy youâve ever fucked. All it took to meet was a snowstorm and a need to escape the rigid cold.Â
âI think you should fuck me now,â you say, scratching his scalp lightly, not so frantic, no more pulling. âPlease.â
He kisses you, kisses your jaw, and doesnât pretend he isnât eager as he snatches the condom from the dresser. For a while things are giggly and breathless, nervous for a pause, then achingly tight. You stay and Spencer wraps his arms behind you, kissing your neck as you let your leg fall to the side.Â
âWhen did you tell me your name?â you ask, breathless again as his kiss matches his rhythm, slow grinds of his hips, flirting as his hand had been, just a few inches from filling you completely.Â
âI donât remember,â he says through a kiss.
âSpencer.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âI just thought Iâd try it,â you say, covering your eyes with your hand as his hips flex and he touches that worst part of you over, and over, and over.Â
Spencer turns your face to take your hand, slowing to a crawl. He checks your gaze, and sinks into you again. Slow fucking, long kisses, his hands rubbing up the juncture of your neck and down again, then stroking your arms, comfort for a pain you donât feel.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?â he asks quietly.Â
âJust this.âÂ
âNo, but what do you want?â he asks, lips pulled into a smile that didnât quite make it into a laugh. âWhat feels best? I can get you there again.âÂ
So you end up more on your side than your back. He helps you lift a leg over his hip and then heâs back to kissing you senseless. You canât think of anything but being kissed, being fucked, it doesnât just feel like an okay pastime with a vaguely handsome guy heightened by a drink, itâs fucking with intent. He curls an arm behind your back to hold you against him and he lets you have everything.Â
Something must give you away, a shaking leg, the way you breathe; he knows youâre ready before you do, kissing down your chest as his hand sinks between your hot thighs. Slick or not, he finds where he wants to touch, your eyes filling with heat as he slows.Â
He draws it out. The second his lips find your chest you trip into cumming for the second time. You hadnât realised he was close but you cum and he quickly follows, his nose at your collar. He sounds insane. Beggy, breathy moans, a shade from laughter.
âCan I keep going?â he asks just under your ear.Â
You canât say yes fast enough. Heâs kind, ignoring your desperate tone.Â
You donât count the number of times you fuck that night. Itâs not clear, really. They arenât separate occasions. You come down and heâs stroking the skin of your neck as you catch your breath, drawing lines down your arm, murmuring, âYou okay?â as you nod and slip a hand behind his back.Â
He hugs you like heâs known you for years. When you kiss his blushing chest, kiss downward, he turns breathless. It goes on like that for a while. Afterwards, he situates himself between your legs and lets his weight force your thighs into your abdomen, just enough to feel the pressure, searching kisses pressed to your knee.Â
Itâs not that you fuck all night, itâs just different than before. And when he encourages you under his sheets to lay behind you, thereâs a part of you that wants his hand to stray between your legs again, no matter how tired you are.Â
âIâd say sorry for keeping you up, but you sounded like you liked it,â he murmurs in the dark, wrapping a solid arm around your stomach and pulling you tightly to him.
You have no regrets. For perhaps the first time ever, it feels as though all your gasps and teary sighs were adored, and not just smugly kept. âYou didnât notice me falling asleep?âÂ
He laughs at your teasing, his breath kissing the back of your neck. âWhen did that happen?âÂ
ââŠI donât want to fall asleep, now.âÂ
âYou donât have to⊠I can make you a cup of tea, orâŠâ He draws another line down your arm, ending in a swirl before your elbow. âYou could shower.âÂ
Both sound nice, but no. Your legs are still weak from being held, the ache of a good fuck taking home in your stomach. Truthfully, nothing could make you wanna leave whatever it is heâs doing to you now. The shape of his lips warms your shoulder.Â
âThat was amazing.â
âYouâre amazing,â he says, wrapping you up all over again. He canât decide how to hold you. You grab his hand and keep it there under your breasts, letting your eyes flutter closed.Â
How can he say that? He has this strange way of touching thatâs making you feel yards prettier than you usually do, and heâd just fucked you like a dream. You couldnât manage that sort of pleasure alone.Â
âWhere have you been hiding?â you whisper, toying with his fingers. Might as well do everything you can while you can.Â
âNowhere.âÂ
âSo where have you been?âÂ
He takes a breath. âTurn around?â
You begin turning and he takes you like a dance, leaning in slowly to kiss you, until his smoothness gives way to a smile. He pulls back. In the barest lick of light from the window, you can see a blush spreading across his nose.Â
âSorry. I should ask, I shouldnât just kiss you,â he says, cupping your cheek.Â
How might you go about marrying this boy? You decide to play it cool, kissing him until you fall asleep in his arms, your lips still parted for another lazy press of his as he pulls the sheets over your shoulders.Â
â
You wake to something new. There isnât a man against you hinting for a morning tryst, nor an empty bed, a note to let yourself out when youâre ready. Thereâs a real, gentle hand on your neck. It slides to your shoulder and rubs.Â
âYou okay?â a voice asks.Â
You force your eyes open, blurry vision further occluded by a face.Â
His hair is damp. Like he showered a while ago. Spencerâs hand travels to the back of your neck and touches accordingly. âI wouldnât have bothered you, but itâs almost one. I was worried you might be sick.âÂ
You close your eyes, smiling, better when he scratches the back of your neck with short nails. âI was up late.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry.âÂ
You wait for him to tell you why you have to leave, any manner of excuse, but nothing comes.Â
âSo are you? Okay?â he asks gently.Â
âIâll leave soon.âÂ
âThatâs not what Iâm trying to say. If youâre not sick, you can go back to sleep.âÂ
âAnd just lay in your bed all day,â you murmur, disbelieving.Â
âIf you wanted to. Or⊠you can shower, and I can make you something to eat.â His thumb takes to your cheek. One night stand sex canât be something he does often, or thereâs a real possibility that heâs the first man to ever do it right.
His eyes are so much bigger than you realised. âDo you wear glasses?âÂ
He stammers, embarrassed, âHow would you guess that?âÂ
You raise a hand to his face and draw a short line against his nose. âYou have the marks here. Were you reading?âÂ
âJust while I was waiting for you.âÂ
âWhat do you do?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âI didnât ask what you do, I donât think we managed to ask each other much of anything,â you say, rewarded for your vulnerability with a chest-aching smile, his canine teeth peeking from under his lips. He still looks kissed, lips a shade of sore youâre sure youâd see on yourself in the mirror.Â
âI work for the government,â he says, catching your hand to cradle your wrist, âfor something called the behavioural analysis unit.âÂ
âLike, statistics?âÂ
He lets your hand fall against his chest, a thin grey t-shirt under your knuckles failing to hide the shapes of him, of which youâd explored at length last night. You kissed as much of his chest as you could and it hadnât felt like enough, Spencer leaner than youâd realised with a stomach on the soft side, easy to kiss relentlessly.Â
Your mouth is drying thinking about it. Spencer watches you wordlessly, before saying, âI guess it is like statistics, especially for me. We try to think about serial criminals in terms of their motives. Itâs an attempt at math for something not usually quantitative.âÂ
âAnd youâre good at it.âÂ
âIâm good at math, yeah.âÂ
âProbability of a,â âyour breath betrays you, slightly too hopeful as it catchesâ âmorning kiss if I brush my teeth first?âÂ
His eyes light up. He leans down carefully, and gives you a chaste, firm kiss.Â
You forget that youâre naked, not worried about being shy. The sheets fall away from you as you lift up to meet him. He holds them to your naked waist, the other hand skirting just below your breast. You wish heâd touch you like he did last night, but he isnât so forward. His kiss is kind. You frown as he pulls away.Â
âI had a really great time, last night,â he says, tip of his thumb setting your nerves aflame as it drifts over your skin. âReally great.âÂ
âMe too.âÂ
âAnd youâre okay?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âNothing hurts?â he asks.Â
âNo, of course not.â Your confusion clears. âNo, you werenât like that. I think my legs might be aching but thatâll go away in the shower.âÂ
âI can run you a bath, if you want. Itâs a half bath so you might not be able to stretch out, but itâll help.â He gives you a smile. The familiarity between you doesnât want to ebb.Â
âShouldnât have showered without me,â you say, soft, lest playful be something he doesnât want on a new day.Â
âMy hair was greasy. Someone kept touching it.âÂ
You sit up. Spencerâs hands fall to yours.
Itâs hard not to play with someoneâs hair when itâs in their face, and when theyâre trailing kisses in warm places. He doesnât blame you really, you can see it in his eyes.Â
For a pause, you just sit.Â
This is nice. Not being thrown out, left with that aching gap in your chest like you gave something you hadnât intended when it started. Sex will never be easy again, you realise, not when you know it can be good.Â
âYouâre not working today, are you?â you ask.Â
âNo, why?â he asks in turn, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.Â
âMaybe weâŠâ He waits. Heâs pretty enough to force your hand. âWe could get to know each other,â you say, gaze taking refuge on his hands. âIf you want to.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âIâve never had that with someone. Maybe weâre, I donât know, compatible in more ways than one.â You remember yourself, lifting your head, startled by the sheer want in his expression as he holds your fingers. âYouâre handsome, and you seem kind. We could have fun.âÂ
âWe could have so much fun,â he says, that flushed blush already spreading across his nose again.Â
You draw a line up his chest. âI might need help getting my back, in the shower. Thatâs not a tight squeeze, is it?âÂ
âWe might have to stand very close.âÂ
You giggle wildly as he pulls you up, worse when he drapes a sheet over you worrying about the cold. Itâs treatment you could grow used to.Â
âÂ
Spencerâs trying to figure out how he got here. You, across the bar sending him looks âDerek swore you wereâ and the second he got to your chair he realised you were out of his league, but he had nothing to lose beside his pride.Â
Then there was you, in bed, pulling on his tie murmuring sweet somethings, sweet pleadings, really, taking another kiss as he moved as you asked.Â
Then you, the morning after. Youâd slept for long enough to scare him, but when you woke you were exactly the girl youâd been the night before, only slower. Ever so slightly bashful. We could get to know each other.Â
Spencerâs not sure how he managed it, but you donât go home. And on Monday you go to work and come back. On Tuesday he meets you outside of your building to take you for dinner, and you come back with him again, another night up in his arms, tangling his hair with enthusiastic fingers. The sex is good, it is, not just âcos his past catalogue of lays were with women who wanted casual experiences solely, or those few times with Ethan where it ended too fast and left him useless. You fuck him like you love him. Itâs crazy, except heâs acting the same way.Â
When youâre not fucking youâre in his lap, or sitting at the coffee table with your face on his thigh driving him crazy, or youâre laying with your feet tucked under him telling him something about you. He is desperate for the details.Â
Like, this is it. Youâve pulled your chair as close to his as humanly possible and thrown both legs over his, basically sharing his seat as you laugh around a messy mouthful of Thai noodles.Â
âDonât look, Iâm being disgustingââ
âYouâre never disgusting, let meââ
Heâs heard you pee. Heâs kissed you all over. The human aspects of you donât bother him.Â
âSpence, can youââ
âItâs going up your noseââ
ââstop, holy sââ
He pinches your nose clean. âTada. Kiss now?âÂ
âYou wanna share?âÂ
âYes!âÂ
âNo.â You press your hand to your mouth before he can lean in.
He lets you swallow your mouthful. Your ankle is cool in his hand. When people talk about love, itâs about meeting someone, the dates and the phone calls, the big questions. Spencer didnât know you could do it like this. Every time you go home, youâre asking if you can come back or pestering him to come your way.Â
âCan I kiss you now?â he asks imploringly.Â
âNo, weâre done kissing for a bit. I want another one of those massages.âÂ
He canât joke about it or heâll turn crimson. You enjoyed a polite leg massage, until he got to your thighs, and things got out of hand.Â
âNo massages.â He taps you under the chin, letting his hand travel wherever it wants over the side of your face.Â
âFine, no massages. Unless you want one?âÂ
âNo, we agreed tonight weâd justâ sleep. My boss is onto me.âÂ
You wink involuntarily as he cups your cheek, his fingers pushed lightly over your eyes.
You arenât fiends, but finding someone who matches as you do makes it hard to abstain from the fun. Last night was tame, though; heâd made sure you were happy and fallen asleep to grateful neck kisses. Tonight, he wonât say no, but these all-hours affairs have to stop. Derekâs suspicious of him, Hotch has the situation entirely sussed, he's sure, and Spencerâs sixty percent sure Rossi saw you both outside of Quantico tonight kissing against a toll booth. Â
Not that it matters. Spencer has a good feeling youâre not a fling.Â
âI got you some stuff earlier,â he says.Â
You pull his hand from your face and ask, âWhat stuff?âÂ
âLike, stuff you need here. I donât know what you like, but thereâs a cleansing balmâ are you allergic to chamomile?â You shake your head. âUm, it might be weird, I got you underwear, just âcos of the situation yesterdayââ
âI liked wearing boxers, they were snug in a certain region is allââ
ââand some shampoo. That sort of stuff. Just so you can stop suffering with mine.âÂ
âYou know what shampoo I use?âÂ
âI deduced it.âÂ
âAh, yes, mister profiler,â you mumble, bending into your knees to hold his face. âIf I hadnât looked you up online Iâd think you were a stalker. How can you guess my favourite ice cream flavour when I never told you?â
He smiles shyly. âI just can.â
âIs there anything else youâve guessed about me?âÂ
âEvery meal with you takes a half hour. Youâre easily distracted.â
He laughs as you protest, âYouâre distracting! You donât need to guess that.âÂ
âYou distract me, too.âÂ
You gather yourself up and stand over him to kiss his nose. âSpencer,â you whisper, your fingers sliding into his hair, âthank you. You donât have to buy me stuff, I couldâve just gone home.â
âI donât really want you to.âÂ
You raise your head to see him eye to eye. âI don't want to either. This is⊠I like you.âÂ
He hums, wrapping his arms around you. The hugs are rarer than kisses, but only because youâve shared so many of the latter in the dark. Heâs been thinking of kisses as the extension to fucking, that theyâre okay as long as itâs done in bed, but the more time you stay, the more kisses youâve shared for no reason at all. You kissed his cheek on the train earlier and he felt it like a shock, tipping his chin down to peck you on the lips, your arm curled behind his back as the traincar rattled over a bend.Â
âI like you too,â he laughs.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah, of course I do.âÂ
âNot justâŠâÂ
âItâs not just the sex,â he says, waving his hand behind your shoulder as you curl into him all over again. It feels amazing.Â
âShould we go out, then?âÂ
âWe do.âÂ
âNo, should we date? We could be partners, officially.âÂ
Spencer canât take it, scooping you into his lap, though you do sit obligingly on his thigh. He shifts to take the weight.Â
âPlease, letâs be partners,â he says softly.Â
âMaybe we shouldnât, itâs still soon.âÂ
âFive days and counting. Thatâs longer than some marriages, you know.âÂ
âMaybe we can be, like, tentative boyfriend and girlfriend. If you change your mind, no hard feelings.âÂ
âAnd if I donât?â he asks.Â
âThen we get married in Vegas.âÂ
âYou could meet my mom.âÂ
âIâd love to meet your mom.â
âDo you really wanna be my girlfriend?â he asks.Â
âI mean⊠thereâs not such a big difference in dating and what weâre doing, right? This is relationship stuff, we just sort of skipped the awkward first dates.âÂ
âWe did,â he says, failing to hide his grin.Â
You stroke his cheek with your nose.
Your attempt at abstinence doesnât last, but neither party is to blame. You have to celebrate somehow. So you finish your takeout dinner and wash dishes bumping hips. He locks the door for the night and you, giggling, struggle to change his A/C. When he drags you by the sleeve to the bedroom, he doesnât intend on jumping right into it, and for a while he doesnât. You lay on top of him between his parted legs and he spends a sluggish hour stroking your hairline, listening to you talk. But his devotion turns to your ear, and heâs kissing behind it, and youâre hitching yourself up his chest soon enough.Â
âThat cherry spritzer was worth it, huh?â you ask lowly, scratching his jaw as you sit over him.
You really are pretty, amplified by your syrupy smile.Â
âI guess that depends what you think. Was I as good at making knots as I promised?â he asks.Â
âI canât remember.âÂ
âI can remind you?â
âThat might be prudent, Dr. Reid.âÂ
âI never shouldâve told you about that,â he murmurs, your lips atop his, ready to be parted.Â
âI wouldâve found out eventually. Iâm gonna find out everything about you, honey.âÂ
Spencer lets his eyes shutter closed. Me first, he thinks, giving in to another endless kiss. He has the advantage, after all.Â
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put it all on red (bull) | max verstappen social media au
pairing: max verstappen x fem russell reader
her brother won the race? does she know? does she care?
MASTERLIST | TIP JAR
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yourusername: VIVA LAS VEGAS
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user3: this is fucking hilarious
user4: her whole ass brother won the actual race and there's not a peep of him on the post
user5: i mean her boyfriend did win the championship...
yourusername: exactlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i mean my instagram is for pretty girls only
user6: do not erase george's beauty
yourusername: nothing to erase girlypop - FUGLY!
user7: the way the guys are in the media pen and can't see that y/n is coming for their necks in instagram comments
user8: i fear she's already started drinking...
user9: in the back of the sky broadcast she hands max a drink and i'm starting to suspect that it was not water or red bull
user10: LMAO HELMUT TOOK A SIP AND LIKE NEARLY FELL OVER
yourusername: i've never claimed to be good at mixing drinks
maxverstappen1: WHERE WAS THE TONIC ???
yourusername: i don't believe in tonic đ
maxverstappen1: YOU GAVE ME STRAIGHT GIN?
yourusername: straight ïżœïżœ
maxverstappen1: Y/N THAT'S ATTEMPTED MURDER ON HELMUT ???
yourusername: free me i did nothing wrong !!!
user11: these people kill me
user12: sign of a healthy relationship is making gay allegations about each other
yourusername: ALLEGATIONS ???
yourusername: george is lucky that he was the first russell carmen met ...
georgerussell63: RIGHT, I HAVE HAD ENOUGH
georgerussell63: thank you for the congratulations but STOP flirting with MY girlfriend
yourusername: congratulations??? for what?
georgerussell63: WINNING THE RACE?
yourusername: boring!
georgerussell63: you are so lucky we're family because you are a few cards short of a deck
yourusername: CARDS? that reminds me ... time to gamble!
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maxverstappen1: winning without the fastest car isn't for everyone
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user13: this caption has y/n russell written all over it
yukitsunoda0511: i sat here and watched them giggle to themselves for a good five minutes while posting this
user14: tell max to post more pictures like the second one
yukitsunoda0511: they are not safe for innocent eyes and they are not taken with a locked door :/
user15: why are you there ???
yukitsunoda0511: they're very generous when they're drunk !
user16: so real
yukitsunoda0511: it's also not just me :(
user17: just how many people are using the bar tab?
liamlawson30: me!
oscarpiastri: me!
charles_leclerc: me!
landonorris: me!
pierregasly: me!
alexalbon: me!
yourusername: broke bitches
carlossainz55: you do not have a job?
yourusername: gambling and being pretty is more of a job that what you will have next season đ€š
carlossainz55: has anyone ever told you you're a really mean drunk
yourusername: just george about a billion times, you get used to it (we just don't invite you out)
user18: she is just dragging anyone now
user19: hold on that is her boyfriend's work boyfriend's enemy
user20: girl is 90% of lestappen twitter's source and you think she's not gonna have a problem with sainz???
yourusername: you're so sexy i actually can't even function
maxverstappen1: gotta put the trophy in trophy husband somehow
yourusername: jokes aside i am super duper proud of you, this year has been insane and you've proven that you are the bestest eva
maxverstappen1: couldn't have done it without my fave cheerleader
yourusername: i'll wear the uniform and everything ....
schecoperez: STOP
georgerussell63: still no congratulations? i know you won the title or whatever but we're going to be brothers soon SHOW SOME RESPECT
yourusername: literally suck his dick
yourusername: wait no
yourusername: suck my dick
yourusername: WAIT NO
yourusername: choke â€ïž
georgerussell63: i have no words at this point
maxverstappen1: so romantic hehehehe
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yourusername: put it all on on red (bull)
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user22: ma'am why is there a cat?
user23: i think we already know the answer
user24: oh i know the answer i just wanna know the batshit explanation
georgerussell63: exsqueeze me ???
yourusername: don't speak like that about your nephew ??
georgerussell63: tell me you're not keeping it??
maxverstappen1: IT? HE JUST LEAPFROGGED YOU IN OUR WILL
georgerussell63: 1. you have a joint will ??? 2. why am i on it ??? 3. what is a cat doing with a monaco penthouse ???
maxverstappen1: i thought you could use the money ? i know toto ain't paying you what he promised me
yourusername: george your weird sugar daddy is more broke than you think sorry xx
georgerussell63: once again, what is stopping me taking the monaco house from a literal cat ?
yourusername: caesar will be very aware of his rights string bean - just because you talk in an uppity accent doesn't mean you actually know anything
georgerussell63: i cannot tell who corrupted who but i am sick of being your victim :(
user25: yes as fun as watching them dog george is i do want to know caesar's origin story
user26: i have a very bad feeling i know where he got his name
alexalbon: HE'S NOT NAMED AFTER THE CASINO IS HE?
yourusername: ding ding ding we have a winner, always knew you were the smarter half of galex
maxverstappen1: your gambling is getting out of hand
yourusername: did i or did i not win us a cat ?
maxverstappen1: AND ÂŁ250,000 ???
yourusername: didn't want to promote gambling too much
yourusername: KIDS DO NOT GAMBLE IT IS DUMB
yourusername: look at me i literally have a child now ???
user27: we have lost the original plot of the movie
user28: you must be new, we stopped trying to make sense of these two years ago
lewishamilton: i can assure you it does not get any easier when you know them personally
yourusername: we aim to be sexy and mysterious
lewishamilton: that's strange because you guys dance like little boys and overshare at any given opportunity
maxverstappen1: guilty !
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georgerussell63: i won the las vegas grand prix and all i got was this lousy cat
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user29: i am sensing a y/n and max meltdown incoming
user30: maybe they're too hungover to argue?
yourusername: NEVER
maxverstappen1: LOUSY CAT? FIRST OF ALL HE'S NOT YOURS SO KEEP HIS NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND ALSO I WILL KILL YOU WITH A GUN
georgerussell63: excuse me?
yourusername: do NOT threaten my boyfriend !!!!!!!!
georgerussell63: do you have selective sight or something?
yourusername: no i just like him more than i like you
georgerussell63: you only met him because of me?
maxverstappen1: i have faith we would've found each other regardless we have a SOUL TIE
yourusername: EXACTLY
georgerussell63: i give up.
yourusername: this is exactly why you don't have a championship ... no drive (pun intended)
georgerussell63: NOW THAT'S IT
maxverstappen1: are you threatening my girlfriend?
georgerussell63: OMG LEAVE ME ALONE
user31: their commitment to never letting george have a day of peace is really quite charming
user32: they're going to give him grey hairs before he even turns 27
alexalbon: i gotta say georgie, i'm not with you on this one - caesar is THE dude
georgerussell63: are all my eggs falling out of the basket at once?
maxverstappen1: that's called karma for calling caesar 'it' and a lousy cat
georgerussell63: i can't lie i am missing your honeymoon phase you guys were a lot nicer
yourusername: we never left the honeymoon phase we just like annoying all of you
maxverstappen1: makes you people leave us alone :3
landonorris: you don't have to be mean to do that
yourusername: YOU JUST GOT OFF OF THIN ICE NORRIS WATCH YOUR STEP
user33: they can make excuses all these want but they just like annoying everyone else
user34: i mean based on their vegas shenanigans i think they would be super fun to be around
yourusername: oscar literally came to stay while he 'looked for a flat' in monaco and hasn't left... it's been three months. face it we're a HOOT
oscarpiastri: they are fun! the secret is to not be annoying sorry george!
maxverstappen1: they grow up so fast :')
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maxverstappen1: took a gamble when i went for the lanky posh dude's sister and i can now say it was definitely worth it
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user37: bro says snug as a bug in a rug once and now he's labelled as posh HE'S FROM NORFOLK
user38: it's also the way that y/n never gets the posh allegations
georgerussell63: it's because she's scruffy as fuck x
maxverstappen1: literally outside your house with a knife, keep talking
georgerussell63: i'm a grown man, max, you don't scare me
maxverstappen1: so i'm free to do a little gardening while you hide inside?
georgerussell63: you wouldn't...
yourusername: GO FOR THE PEONIES MAX
georgerussell63: NOT THE PEONIES I BEG HAVE MERCY
user39: so i'm supposed to read all of this shit and take them seriously when they get in the car
user40: it's part of the charm i think
user41: it's all fun and games until you remember they are full grown adults who can vote who are arguing over flowers
yourusername: i'd go through the strenuous task of growing up with george thousands more times just to be with you
maxverstappen1: i've been in love with you since i was 14, there has never been anyone else for me and there will never be anyone else for me
yourusername: ugh why didn't we just get married in vegas ?
maxverstappen1: because even though i did just harm his flowers, i do want to marry you in front of our families
yourusername: i guess you're right
georgerussell63: you know what? based on how you usually talk to me... i'm touched
yourusername: if i'm feeling generous i'll even let you do the seating chart
georgerussell63: I LOVE YOU BEST SISTER EVER
user42: only a declaration of love between max and y/n could end with george proclaiming his love for charts
user43: how does one procure an invite to this wedding ...
yourusername: be cunty
yourusername: @zakbrownceo YOU'RE BARRED
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yourusername: i'm the sibling who can't drive and yet i'm the one with four championship trophies in their house... george, step your pussy up x
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user44: omg queen who can't drive, she's such representation
yourusername: george says i'm so mean all the time but really i'm generous, i clearly gave him all the driving genes
user45: have you even tried driving?
yourusername: i went on max's sim once and got motion sickness and i'm also with the best driver in the world and siblings with an okay one - i'm surviving
alexalbon: he's already texted me about your language on this post
yourusername: just because he's a boomer in a string bean's body does not mean i must censor myself - he should know what stepping his pussy up means by now
georgerussell63: i will not be stepping on any pussy, i respect both felines and women
maxverstappen1: you called caesar 'it' so PLEASE
georgerussell63: i respect women?
maxverstappen1: you called y/n scruffy?
georgerussell63: that's y/n it doesn't count
maxverstappen1: that's not very feminist of you george. i am disappointed
yourusername: i agree, i really think the GDPA should reconsider the type of person they're letting run it
georgerussell63: huh?
yourusername: not once have i been invited to a grid meal ....
georgerussell63: well you're not on the grid that's why
yourusername: FEMALE EXCLUSION
maxverstappen1: you know we have attachment issues, you're so heartless george
georgerussell63: what is going on ???
yourusername: you CLEARLY don't care about me
maxverstappen1: and you CLEARLY don't care about the wellbeing of the grid
georgerussell63: I'M SORRY???
user46: george is unbelievably easy to rattle
user47: it must be so fun
yourusername: oh believe me, we have way too much fun
maxverstappen1: we once convinced him that it was a social faux pas to shake hands in japan lol
georgerussell63: IS THAT WHY MERCEDES WERE TOLD THAT EVERYONE THOUGHT I WAS REALLY RUDE ???
yourusername: LMAOOOOOOOO
maxverstappen1: so so so easy bro
user48: i guess a couple that plays mind tricks together, stay together?
yourusername: 4eva
maxverstappen1: til death do us part
yourusername: quite literally you're not leaving me alone with GEORGE
georgerussell63: you know what: DIE
yourusername: GASP
maxverstappen1: @fia get his ass
fin.
note: HAPPY MAX VERSTAPPEN CHAMPIONSHIP DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE. IE. ME LOL
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M4X
summary: after max wins his 4th title in vegas, you congratulate him in a special way in his driver's room
tags: pwp, kinda sub!max, semi public sex, blowjob, deep throating, I went a bit wild on use of "champion"
wc: 1.4k
a/n: do I have an exam tomorrow? yes! am I in the middle of writing a lando fic? also yes! but ever since the race ended I keep thinking about this so I had to write it.
You waited patiently, bounding on the balls of your feet as you gathered outside the RedBull garage alongside the employees, feeling like both your nerves and excitement were choking you up.
Your cheeks hurt from how wide you were smiling when Max pulled the car up in front of the âchampionâ banner, tears brimming up in the corners of your eyes as you watched him get out of the car.
A quick pose for the picture and then he was pulling off his helmet and balaclava, eyes searching across the many faces in the crowd until they finally met yours. And then he was running, a smile on his face as he reached you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up to spin you around in joy, both of you laughing through choked sobs.
âYou did it!â You said, your voice cracking. Max put you down, your feet now flat against the ground and you looked up at him, looping your arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss you.
It was a desperate, passionate, raw and purely primal kind of kiss. The kind Max rarely allowed himself in public, but this was a special occasion. Open mouthed, his tongue stroking against your own, licking into your mouth desperately.
Finally the two of you pulled away, the loud cheers coming from the workers of RedBull filling your ears as everyone celebrated the win.
You part your lips, a breath coming out as your eyes meet with his and your lips twitch upwards into a smile. âCongratulations, champion.â You say, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. âGo celebrate!â
Max nodded, leaning in for another kiss, shorter this time, and then going down to greet the rest of the team and celebrate with them before heading to the cool down car.
Once all the formal celebrations and interviews were down, and everyone gave their congratulations, Max went to search for you.
A brief talk with one of the mechanics let him know you were waiting for him in his driver's room and he wasted no time in making his way over there.
He twisted the door, stepping into the room and his eyes immediately scanning the small space until they landed on you, sitting on top of his massage table with legs dangling down, wearing one of by now very spottable shirts in the RedBull garage, with his name. M4X.
"Do you like the shirt?" You ask with a laugh, pushing your chest out a bit to show him the logo.
He hums, making his way across the room and to you, one of his hands grabbing your chin and lifting up your head to kiss you. "Love it," he replies, lips brushing against your own with each word he speaks.
You place your hands against his chest, pushing him back a bit, enough to give you space to jump down from the massage table. You circle around him, running your fingers along his shoulders and back.
âYou looked so good today,â you purr in his ear, fingers grasping onto the zipper of his racing suit as you slowly start pulling it down. âA 4 time world champion. My world champion.â
Max groans at the words coming from your mouth and you take the moment to lean forward and press open mouthed kisses along the skin of his neck, licking against the spots you know are the most sensitive for him.
âFuck, schatje.â He says, his voice coming out more as a broken whisper than what he intended.
You move your hands and start pushing down his race suit until it pools around his ankles and with just a second of effort he steps out of it, looking at you with wide eyes and pouty lips, almost as if begging for anything you want to give him, as long as itâs something.
âGo on and sit,â you tell him, gesturing towards one of the chairs in the room. For a second heâs completely still and you think maybe he hasnât heard you but then he bolts towards the chair, practically tripping over his own two feet as he moves to sit down.
You pull down your pants and step out of them, the slightly colder Vegas air making goosebumps raise across the skin of your legs. You leave the shirt on, a pair of navy blue panties barely peeking out.Â
Max takes in a deep breath as you sink down onto your knees in front of him. âWait!â He says, and you still instantly, youâre about to ask whatâs wrong when he gets up to grab his discarded racing suit and pulls you up just enough to slip the fabric under your knees before moving back into the chair.Â
âThank you, baby.â You smile at him, leaning forward and pressing kisses along the skin of his thigh, the muscles flexing due to him tensing up from your actions. âNow, I think my champion deserves a reward, isnât that right?â
âYes!â Max says, his voice overly excited but you canât blame him. âPlease.â
âDonât worry, Iâll give you what you want.â You say, palming him over his boxers before sinking your fingers under the waistband. He lifts his hips in an effort to help you pull his boxers down and once you have them off you waste no time wrapping your hands around his already hard cock.
You slide your fingers over the slit, collecting the bits of precum that has already started leaking and using it as lube as you twist your hands down his dick. Max hisses, feeling pleasure overwhelm his senses as you lean forward, pressing a kiss onto the tip of his cock before opening your mouth and gently sucking on it.
Maxâs moans are nearly pornographic, his cheeks flushed and lips open as moans and pleas slip past. You push your head further down, gliding your tongue along his length and pressing it just a bit against the vein running along the underside of his cock.
âYou feel so good, schatje.â He says, his voice cracking. His hand cups the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as he pulls it into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face.
He pushed your head down, not too rough, forcing you to take him deeper into your mouth until the tip is hitting the back of your throat and your nose is rubbing against his neatly trimmed base.
You hollow your cheeks around him, giving him a long suck before pulling your hair halfway up and then dropping it down again, gagging a little from the pressure at the back of your throat.Â
It doesnât take long for you to feel Maxâs thighs tensing and slightly shaking as he approaches the edge of his orgasm, the grip of his fingers in your hair tightening.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum.â He moans out, hips lifting off the chair as he thrusts his dick into your mouth, chasing the warmth around his dick. âSo good, schatje, so good." Gonna make me cum.â
Encouraged by his words you speed up your movements, bobbing your head along his dick faster until you feel him twitch inside of you, and then filling your mouth with his hot cum. You pull off his slowly softening cock, letting it slip past your lips, and swallow.
You smile at him as you eye the mess on his cock and then teasingly lean back down to lick him clean. âYou did so good baby,â you tell him, pressing your lips against his briefly as you go to stand up.
Max stands up, one of his knees buckling slightly, he leans down and grabs his boxers and pulls them up. âI didnât get the podium today but this was so much better.â He says, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
You laugh in response, pressing your lips against the palm of his hand. âCome on, champ, get dressed.â You say, the tone of your voice teasing. âWeâre hitting the clubs tonight.â
âOr maybe Iâll be hitting your cervix tonight.â
A laugh slips past your lips, your tongue darting out to lick them. âMaybe after a few drinks and some dancing.â
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KNUCKLE VELVET, TORN ON MY TEETH
â VI!ONE SHOT â
pairing. pitfighter!vi x bartender!reader
warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: arcane season two spoilers, soft angst, smut, bartender!reader, crashout!vi mends her cold heart, inexperienced!vi, switch!reader + vi, fem coded reader, coded alcohol addiction, slight spit kink, strap use.
KNUCKLE VELVET TORN ON MY TEETH, there's something charming about the pitfighter who doesn't stop drinking until she reaches the bottom of the barrel and the bartender who keeps walking her home.
wc. 7k+
rayray yaps. popping my vi!oneshot cherry, hehe, and i'm happy to do so. the vi brainrot has been real as fuck lately. i fear it's not going away anytime soon. but i wanted to give a special shoutout to @hypnagogics for proofreading this fic, means sm to me ily + my sweet bubba, @absfawn for the title name, i could kiss you until my lips fall off. the best people ever, i love them so much. okay, now i have yapped enough! happy reading, hope you enjoy.
Trapped in the abyss, just when everything had been taken from her life seems to sacrifice another offering on a silver platter. Something else that she thought could be hers, but wasnât. In the end, all of it was the same. Life is the same. She takes three steps forward, circumstances out of her control take her apart like enforcers imposing their will on Zaun, and sheâs forced to move five steps back. Itâs all she feels, powerless.Â
Wanting nothing more than to drown her sorrows, forget all that she's lost. For everything thatâs been taken, Vi feels an overpowering loss, threatening to take over everything sheâs trying to build. But Vi thinks of none of it now, she canât afford to think of one more thing. So, she doesnât. All of her mind forgets. She forces herself to.Â
Zaun, Piltover, Jinx, Vander, Silco, and Cait.Â
She drowns in blood, sweat, and liquor for nights to come. She forgets everything and you are just the cherry top on this one shitty sundae. Anytime sheâs here, Vi manages to get herself into a fight. Each time. Every time she tries to apologize or hold an ounce of guilt in her eyes, you see right through her crystal blues. From the very first night, you called her bullshit. Even if Vi didnât give in, it was hard to hide her small smirk.Â
She lets herself think itâs because youâre a bartender. You practically get paid to read people, listen to them vent about shit you probably donât give two shits about and break up the fights that erupt every thirty minutes. Overinflated egos and drunken assholes werenât a great mix. The jury was still out if you though Vi was one. She could have both, she didnât really talk much. Vi fought, drank until she couldnât see straight, and you helped her up to her small apartment right across the street and up the steps into her said apartment.Â
No matter how hard she tries, it always ends the same. Vi looking like an imbecile and you, the pretty bartender who shuts down every advance she throws your way. Vi wonders who had a stronger shell, what youâre hiding in order to protect yourself.Â
Maybe she is just an asshole.Â
âYou donât have to walk me up here. I-I can make it just fine on my own.âÂ
As soon as your fingertips let go of her fragile frame, Viâs inebriated body collapses on the concrete steps, grabbing onto the metal framing as if her life depends on it.Â
âReally? Now you wanna prove a point?âÂ
âFor your information, Iâm always in it to prove a point.âÂ
Even if your words are harsh, with a soft smile and a hand open, Vi takes it as you let her lean on your weight as you assist her up the steps. Thereâs little shame to be had once the two of you make it in. It isnât like the first time and when she noticed the scrunch of your nose in taking the smell, tequila and grease. Vi thought it was cute but she halts any further thought.Â
Quickly, Vi disposed of her leather jacket and pants sheâs left in boxers and the wrap protecting her chest. The part of her life that seems to be kept together. She doesnât really mind it though, you. Seeing her like this. Even more so, she enjoys it. Youâre always so dismissive at the bar, hardly holding eye contact, turning down any flirting she hurls your way. Just like the vomit Vi had nearly thrown up on your shoes but made a quick diversion for the bush to the right of her instead.Â
This is truly the only time she knows you want her. Not so subtly, your eyes trace her like each pinpoint of your gaze is painting her on a clean canvas, one Vi wonders if sheâll like or not. When sheâs been around you, sheâs been wondering about a lot of things â thoughts she quite literally canât afford.Â
Itâs her, nothing ever ends well when her feelings can get crushed on the other side.Â
Everything she touches burns to ash before she can even hold it for a moment, a second of symphony retaliates with years of misery. How could you be any different? She wishes you would burn her underneath your gaze, put her out of the misery she feels growing every day, but you donât. Youâre always pulling her out of trouble when you truly donât have to. Itâs not your job to take care of her or hell, even look after her.Â
But you do and she canât seem to figure out why.Â
âWhy are you doing this?âÂ
âJust shut the fuck up and let me help you. Not everyone has a motive. Some people just like to help when someone is so clearly struggling.âÂ
âIâm notââÂ
You give her a glare that seems to shut her up. You draw a bath for her. Itâs easy to find her towels in the only cabinet. Itâs an acute studio apartment. More so of a small room with a stove stop, minimal counter space, and one bathroom enough to bathe and brush her teeth in. There isnât much left of it but itâs hers. Grabbing the first aid kit, you kneel between her legs, the mattress sits on the floor, her legs spread and stretching out in front of you.Â
âLet me help you. Alright?â Vi grumbles, a incoherent complaint, but she lets you tend to her wounds.Â
Itâs mainly just cleaning off her dry blood as she still complains in the process, but thereâs a few cuts on her face and her cheeks are already beginning to bruise. Itâs not a secret, she bruises like a peach but she always makes sure her opponent is leaving a lot more with just a few cuts and a bruise the size of a plum.Â
Itâs then, when youâre concentrating on the cuts on her face, the busted lip sheâs sporting; she looks at you. Maybe itâs the first time she has, but without even realizing it, she gets lost. Not in the way Vi doesnât know who she is, that sheâs completely lost on, but Vi sees you.Â
Bright-eyed, optimistic, helpful, kind â all attributes she couldnât claim but wears like a badge of honor. As if helping others instills you with a sense of purpose, something thatâs always been a lost cause to her. Fight until the next fight, and the next, and the next. Thatâs what sheâs done, she's always been a fighter. Sheâs fallen back on it when needed. Itâs clear to her. Like a vision she could see, crystal clear through some stupid ball, itâs always been about survival.Â
But how much longer does she want to fight and how much more does she have in her?Â
âThanks.â Vi speaks softly.Â
Not knowing where to place her palms, she settles for her thigh. Silent as she watches, nearly analyzing every moment, every glance, every little thing youâre doing. Itâs sobering to say the least. You donât need to be delicate but you are. Itâs more kindness than she deserves, nearly leaving a bitter taste on her tongue but when you offer a small smile and a soft whisper, youâre welcome.Â
Itâs the sweetest thing Vi has ever seen.Â
Thereâs something different in the way you look at her. The soft omission exposes how sweet on Vi you may be. Definitely more than youâd let on, which was wellâŠnone. Up until tonight, she thought you hated her. With each word uttered in your direction, Vi assumed youâd rather swallow bile than stomach her slurred, flirty speech.Â
âWhy do you want to help? Itâs not like Iâve exactly beenââÂ
âKind?âÂ
âYeah, something like that.âÂ
This time Vi lets the smile reach her eyes and your smile gets even sweeter. She can practically feel the sweetness rotting her teeth as she speaks. Itâs the first time she feels something new, something as bright as the light radiating through your eyes.Â
âYou just seem different. Even if you do try to hide it.âÂ
With a flush of crimson coating the apple of her cheeks, sheâs never been quite as exposed as this. The next few weeks are spent with less drinking, but Vi frequents the bar just as much as she did before. She orders a few pints just to talk to you. Sheâs learning more about you, slowly but surely, youâre opening up more. Divulging information you wouldnât have before, trust is earned. Itâs something you told her the first night you met and to this day, Vi still remembers it.Â
Regardless of how drunk sheâd been when you said it.Â
Itâs a typical night. Vi flirted with you but you arenât being dismissive tonight but youâre careful enough to not let her know exactly how you feel. Everything you say is guarded enough you keep her on her toes, for a moment she thinks she might have to become a ballerina. Itâs a slow night, Wednesday. Go figure Vi thinks. There was a woman whoâd also been flirting with you all night. Vi thought she was beautiful, sweet, funnyâŠcertainly was making you laugh all night.Â
Part of Vi wanted to feel jealous but it feels too good hearing you laugh, she says nothing. Maybe you just donât like women. Vi was known for reading into things too much, thinking everyone thought with their heart first just like she did, and assuming every hot and attractive woman was into other women â just like she is.Â
But the brunette left before closing, leaving Vi and a few other regulars paying their tab as they stumbled home with a belly full of liquor of their choosing.Â
âAlright Vi, donât you have somewhere to be? Maybe getting some sleep for the night?âÂ
âI donât sleep much, itâs better if I donât.âÂ
âKeeps the nightmares away.âÂ
All Vi does is nod.Â
âStory of the century.â You take Viâs empty pint before washing it dispersing in the sink before cleaning up the remainder of the bar top. âEveryoneâs got one around here and the new one is usually even more depressing than the last.âÂ
âWhat about yours?âÂ
âIf you wanna hear that, Iâll have to be the one doing the drinking.â You smile but itâs the first one Vi recognizes as insincere.Â
âYeah, seems to be the stone cold requirement for a heart to heart.âÂ
Viâs silent as you vent to her about the customer who refused to pay up tonight until you threatened to kick his ass and that wasn't enough, you threatened Letty on him. Vi found herself only slightly entranced as you spoke with such color, your animated voice doing impressions of the stubborn patreon, moving your hands as you speak, eyebrows furrowed as you finished the story.Â
Youâre done cleaning and are ready to close by the time you finish, locking the door as Vi stuffs her hands in her pockets, âCan I ask you something?âÂ
You cling to your bag like a lifeline. Vi notices how tight your grip is on the strap, almost as if youâre afraid. Of what? She has a craving to find out. âWhyâd you turn her away? She seemed plenty interested. Not your type?âÂ
You take a step forward, just as close as the last time you were in her apartment, tending to wounds she wouldnât have really cared about but still she let you clean them.Â
You didnât have to know that. Not yet, anyway.Â
âNo, not really. I like my women a little rough around the edges, stumbling out of bars so wasted they canât even walk home by themselves.â You smirk, grabbing the lapel of her leather jacket as you tug her closer to you. âOr is that what you want me to say?âÂ
âIs it true?âÂ
You both know the hope in her eyes is dangerous.Â
Hope.Â
A foreign concept in Zaun. If you get too close to the flame, youâll get burned, dusting into ash as if you never existed. Itâs what shimmer did to people, wipe them off the map until they reformed into a shell of what they used to be. You didnât just get out of a place like this, not without some help. Vi could barely even help herself.Â
The both of you know itâs a bad idea. A terrible, god awful idea, but you still move in closer to her. Vi notices and she wipes the smirk off her face, your warm hands finding purchase on her exposed hips, drawing soft circles on her hip bones. She likes it, even when her heart feels torn from being blown to bits by a certain blue-eyed beauty.Â
Vi likes you.Â
âYour skin is softer than I thought it would be, smooth like pure silk. Not that Iâve ever touched it before but Iâve got to believe it would feel a lot like this.âÂ
Vi feels a tingle up her spin, your touch is overwhelming, more than she bargained for really. A stumbling, messy kiss is all she really expected if anything. Not this. Clearly, you knew what to do. Leaving Vi a little clueless in that department, sheâs knocked off her feet once again but this time in a way she wants to be. But actually bringing something this special to anything more than a few flirty quips? It never seems to be her strong suit.Â
So, she puts her best foot forward. Her big stupid mouth, one she can never quite fully silence. âI can guarantee my lips feel a lot softer.âÂ
âViââ You speak her name like a warning, an unspoken law youâre breaking by entertaining your feelings and the bubbling sentiments you hold for her close to your heart. You know better than to keep it so close, but the halo in her eyes blinds you to reason and you let it.Â
âItâs Violet but you can call me whatever you want, sweets.âÂ
You chuckle at the pet name.Â
âJust one night. Thatâs it. Just to get it out of our system.âÂ
âOne night, sweets. Itâs all I need.âÂ
âÂ
Itâs how you ended up here, the third night in a row since the first, trapped under the web of Vi and her eager mouth. Slender, perfectly sculpted fingers feel like a hex to your cunt, every moment causing you to fall further into her spell. To say she has a certain talent would be considered an understatement. Itâs clear Viâs enjoying herself, fuck, damn near suffocates herself in your weeping cunt. Last night wasnât nearly enough, she needs to have you, again. Not that you were complaining.Â
As much as you hate to admit it, there has been no one as generous as her. As good as her, as sweet, as kind, and she did whatever the hell you asked for. Nothing has beaten the first night, her thumping clit nudging against your as she hiked one of your legs over her toned shoulders.Â
Itâs not a secret how built she is, far from it, but itâs another thing entirely to watch her flexed bicep ripple with every grind of her hips. Each movement seems to be calculated with precision, focused on doing more than just making herself feel good. With pure determination, glazed over crystal blue eyes, and a pouty scarred lip, she makes sure youâre enjoying this as much as her. With each moan you let slip, her confidence only grows until sheâs commanded full control over you. She takes what she wants from you and in return youâre seeing stars behind your eyes, constellations created in the shape of her name as you come.Â
âThatâs it pretty girl, just for me, yeah?â Vi talks you through as she works you through your orgasm with her strong hips, not stopping even after youâve cum. She wants more and Vi pulls three more orgasms out of you before sheâs done for the night. You expected her to be good. There was no shocker there but you didnât expect her to be so sweet afterwards. Vi is a drunk, an addict, whether she wants to accept it or not. You could be just another object sheâs addicted to. Somehow, you convince yourself itâs just a one time thing. It doesnât mean anything, it wonât.Â
Truthfully it feels much more than just a one night stand, more than an itch being scratched â the blossoming ache in your soul feels tethered to your heart every time Vi makes you feel an ounce of love â even when she tries to hide it behind a wall. Whether youâre aware, the wall canât seem to stop crumbling. Brick by brick, itâs coming undone just as you have. Weak-willed and with purpose, you fall into her.Â
There isnât an inch of your body Vi didnât kiss. Her lips tattooing every inch of your skin with marked affection, almost as if sheâs mending your skin with the burn of her lips. When she claims your soft lips, haunting you with the salvation of perfection as her velvet tongue invades your mouth, the taste of you melting from her tongue to yours. The silent declaration you didnât ask for but craved, the carnal moan leaving her mouth as she chuckles when your hips pathetically grind into hers.Â
Vi enjoys your company, that much is clear, but this time you bring her to your place. Itâs more or less the same. Both of you coming down from the highest of highs, you feel sticky, dirty, and damn right heavenly. Vi disappears into your bathroom, grabbing a wash rag before dampening the material underneath a warm faucet. Carefully, she kneels by your hips, legs twitching softly as her skilled fingers find your slit before Viâs sucking the digit in your mouth.Â
âI just wanted one last taste before I clean you up.âÂ
As she has before, Vi makes good on her promise and cleans you up. She enjoys when the pad of her thumb grazes against your clit, terribly overstimulated, your stomach twitches. All Vi can do is chuckle.Â
âIâm just a littleââÂ
âSensitive?â Vi smirks as you hide your face in the palm of her hands, the pad of her thumb gently caressing your skin. Â
Itâs the lightest sheâs felt in weeks. Almost as if sheâs floating on a cloud, she wants to stay up there in the cloudiest of nines. Just you and her and an aging mattress as she offers you everything she can give. Albeit, it isnât much but sheâll still freely give.Â
Like a dog with a bone, Vi corners you on the third night when itâs just you and her in the bar. Closing time has long since arrived and vanished into the crisp air of the night but Vi has you bent over the bar, desperation clawing at the weathered countertop of the bar as Viâs fingers fucks your pretty little hole while her tongue laps at the slick thatâs dripping out of you. Your pretty little skirt pushed up, your panties pushed to the side as she laps and sucks at your juices. She can feel you dripping onto her chin and it only makes her that much more eager to swallow every bit you have to offer.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing thisââ Fuck. Vi starts doing tricks with her tongue, sliding in another finger, pushing against the soft spot buried deep as she toys with you in the way knows best. âWe, um, Vi we said just one night.âÂ
âShut the fuck up and take it like a good girl. Or did you forget?â Vi moans into your cunt, the vibrations causing your thighs to shake under her mouth. âItâs not like you were complaining last night.âÂ
Vi silences you as her pace picks up, her fingers fucking you at such a pretty pace, feeling the build grow in the pit of your stomach edging to come to a full bloom.Â
All of you begging for it to be released. Vi uses her free hand to slap your ass, sending you moaning and lurching forward. You push yourself back grinding against her tongue, before she removes her divine mouth as she kisses up your spine, her fingers stuffed inside you not faltering for a moment.Â
Vi continues to kiss up your spine until she reaches the nape of your neck, her breath kissing your skin, your body shivers into her touch. Full lips ghost over your ear before whispering quietly, âAre you sure you want me to stop? I will if you want me to. I just thought you might wanna, you know, take my cock tonight. Give it a good ride.âÂ
The moan you let out would put Aphroditeâs to shame, needy and choked sobs escape you as her fingers thrust inside you faster than they have before.Â
âOh? Do you like the sound of that, babygirl? Want to show me how good you can be for me?â Vi doubled down on her efforts, enjoying how much you arched into her body, your hips pushing back as you grind into quick fingers. Sheâs fucking you better than wellâŠanyone.Â
âVi, please.â Your voice catches in your throat, hoarse and full of need. An insatiable craving; one you fear only she can provide. A few mindless days and careless flirting to land in her sheets, her in yours, the details didnât truly matter. A vampire out for blood, almost more venomous than precious canines breaking the skin, you yearned to suck on every last drop. But she didnât seem to be in a mind frame to relinquish control.Â
âPlease what? Iâm not sure if I understand you.âÂ
All of it, so tantalizing, so fucking infuriating. Three fingers inside you, effectively making you silent, shutting you up as she brings you closer to the edge. Thatâs the thing, truthfully, Vi has you right where she wants. Only a few thrusts away until you come undone around her. The black haired succubus increases the pace, thumb playing with your clit, her calloused fingers increasing your high as she applies more pressure on the thousands of nerve endings on your precious pearl.Â
âShit. Youâre gonna pay for this.âÂ
âWhat? For making you come? I hardly constitute that as a crime.âÂ
Your hands reach for the counter top, youâre not sure what exactly you want, but Vi makes you come for the first time that night. Itâs a game, the push and pull. Dangerous. Intoxicating. Some disposition falling far from your fingertips, a game to her and a downward hill spiral for you. Addiction festering next to an open wound and the only antidote can be found on her tongue. Tasting the devilâs mouth is one thing but swallowing the sensation of the woman youâre beginning to love is something else entirely.Â
Vi, despite her best efforts not to, makes you fall over the edge. Itâs more than her eager tongue and expectant mouth slurping at the vindication of your taste. The craving builds like an exposed vein. Her confidence irrevocably soars like a raven through the midnight sky. Even if Vi acts like sheâs done this before, you could pull the curiosity intertwined with naivety a mile away. Violet has never done this before, not with a woman at least, youâre sure of it. Sheâs a fast learner and such a great accomplishment should replenish such a reward.Â
With the energy you have left, you push your skirt down first, as Vi puts your underwear back in place. She doesnât stop touching you. She canât. There isnât much she feels she has control over, this arrangement being one of them. Sheâs good at this and Vi enjoys it. Every other part of her life, failure surrounds her, her ability not to please anyone in her life.Â
In a constant loop, she finds herself caught in the crossfire. Tugged between sister and lover, family and righteousness. Her enemy becomes her lover and lover becomes enemy â all of it poisons her blood and cures her core â and all of it makes her hear a voice she doesnât recognize but itâs just as true as the four walls surrounding her.Â
Oil and water.Â
Collecting like scars on her porcelain skin, Vi feels herself sink like an obliterating star. Thereâs a wonder settled in her chest, it feels heavy and weak, two incapable fists unable to surround her heart with anything but loss, betrayal even. She canât punch her way out of this one.
All of it wakes a fire in her chest, a dagger being punctured in her heart by the one Vi thought she could trust the most. She doesnât want to admit it so she doesnât.Â
But this? It feels easy.Â
She needs easy, light, even good. Maybe she doesnât deserve it.Â
Vi definitely doesnât, the sentence flows like a never-ending stream of waterfall continuously drowning her. The blood on her hands stains her perception of all things pure, she wonders how she even sees you at all. How you see her more vividly than anyone, possibly even Cait. Thereâs no judgment, no snarky remark of where she comes from. Even if she thought there had once been love, Vi questions it now.Â
When you come, it feels like a breath of fresh air, a golden wave washing over her sinful hands. Each stroke of gold, your grit and blind hopefulness soaks Viâs entity. This is what she wants. Thereâs nothing more than this, someone she could love, who loves her. Itâs uncomplicated but the feeling flees as you come to it. Vi canât help but feel regretful as you cover your ass, itâs such a pretty sight. She canât stop that sheâs greedy, youâve fed her for the first time in her life and now Vi feels full but sheâs only human.Â
A sinner always craves more.Â
She lets her touch linger on the gold between your thighs, pushing the white substance back into you before Vi lets you feel how wet you are, the dripping slick feels uncomfortable caged into cotton underwear and she wants you to feel it. The breath Vi hears are still heavy, impossibly heavy, and thereâs pride in hearing you center yourself, back pressed against her chest as Vi keeps you in place.Â
The pleasure within your body begins to slither away as you come back into the angel you are and not the sexual deviant bent over the woman who never pulls her punches.Â
âFelt good, yeah?â Vi says. Her angelic, sweeter than the cotton candy stick in your teeth, voice penetrates through. You like it too much. It shouldnât make you feel as good as it does. Desperately, you want to keep this casual but youâre even losing your footing.Â
You pride yourself on the lack of attachment; you donât need it. Never really had. But then with her it seems to change even faster than the seasons, your wall breaks somehow in between from spring to summer. With intent, you move around, her bright eyes have darken a bit but the fading light looks brighter than youâve ever seen it.Â
Fuck, Vi is making this difficult.Â
âYou could say that.â You speak softly, a tremble in your voice occurs but Vi says nothing but she does smirk. âCan I ask you something?âÂ
You turn around and suddenly Vi is staring at your exposed cleavage, the one you use to draw in patreons and to fill your pockets with as many tips as one can muster. Vi had been one, a faithful one trying to drink her away to the bottom of every bottle until she found something else for her. Something that didnât leave a burn in her throat.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âWas it your first time? The first night?âÂ
Sheepishly, Vi blushes. For a second, she contemplates lying but youâd see right through it. Right through her. It would only take one look in her blues and you would know.Â
âThat obvious?â Vi struggles with her words next but she manages to murmur a lame excuse. âStillwater didnât leave much time for this.âÂ
âAnd after?â You tease but the sincerity in your eyes soothes her.Â
âThere could have been but there wasnât. Some things just donât fit.â Oil and water is what she wants to say but she bites her tongue.Â
âYou should have told me. I wouldnât have been so, I donât know, selfish?âÂ
âThereâs nothing selfish about it. I wanted to make you feel good. Did you enjoy yourself?â This time she makes your skin feel hot. Fuck.Â
âYeah, I did enjoy myself,â you pressed against her as your arms loop around Viâs necks to bring her closer âbut I think itâs officially my turn to offer my services. Donât you think so?âÂ
Itâs how Vi ends up here, in your place, in your bed â soaked.Â
If there was one thing you knew, it was how to please someone. You managed to pull whimpers out of her she didnât even know existed. The desperate plea coming from her shivering body as she spilled in your mouth the first time sent a shiver down her spine, the band in her stomach snapping as you sloppily spit on her cunt, constant circles of pressure on her clit seeing nothing but your eyes look up at her.Â
Not letting a single drop go to waste, you fucked Vi through it, swallowing her completely. Vi shed the wrap covering her chest next. Her body bruised from the pit fights but you couldnât think of anyone more beautiful than her. You paid attention to her collarbones, neck, and her tits. Sucking on her nipples as Vi tries to come down from the high you placed her on, she doesnât think she ever will.Â
She tries not to think that she wanted these things with Caitlyn. Cait. Cupcake.Â
Vi only allows herself to think of her when sheâs dreaming, visions of what that could have been, what she used to be. All of it so trivial, so senseless when she thinks of you. How you make her feel is different and she tries not to think of what it all means.Â
One night.Â
Then two.Â
Now three.Â
In another life, maybe she was stronger, and didn't need to be wanted. Hell, even needed. She could wait for someone who she thought loves her but the other part of her doesnât want to think, she wants to feel. Vi likes feeling the softness of your skin, the light in your laughter, the swell of your exposed chest, the way your greedy eyes take in her abs, your soft lips kissing every part of her skin. The smooth, the scarred, the unworthy â you take it all in such stride.Â
âDo you want to stop? I think I lost you for a second.â You inquire to the pretty girl beneath you, her hands find your waist, creating makeshift circles on your hip bones.Â
âNo, thatâs the last thing I want.â Vi brings you to her lips, capturing your bottom lip, tongue invading your mouth. She tastes herself as your tongue melts with hers and the rest of her worries melt away. Itâs just you and her. âI want to keep going.âÂ
âThen tell me what you want, baby. Iâll do whatever you want. Itâs yours if you want it.âÂ
Itâs spoken as a reminder. All of this is her decision. Vi decides when she wants this, how she wants it, and youâre letting her take all of it in the way she needs. Vi tried not to think the first couple times, she never wanted her first time to be a big deal. Maybe with Caitlyn it could have been, but then she changed.Â
Vi thought maybe she could too. So, she did.Â
âCan youââ Vi stutters. Yet again her attention gets pulled to your tits, the softness of your stomach, she canât stop looking at you. As if sheâs trying to remember everything about you. Sheâs committed to it. Vi wants to remember the soft curves of your hips, the way you moan when she comes on your tongue.Â
The sight of you looking down at her makes she lose every rational thought, she wants to commit to memory forever. It wonât be something she easily forgets.Â
âGotta speak up, babygirl. Especially if you want me to keep my attention focused on this pretty cunt of yours.âÂ
You sit between her legs, tilting your head, you look at her glistening pussy, the way it shines with her cum and your sloppy spit. It would look even more exquisite with a little more. Taking a beat as you take your time, you gather enough in your mouth before spitting slowly, Vi whimpering as your spit makes contact with her lower pair of lips. She couldnât stop it, it slips and youâre grinning, hips desperately bucking to feel more of it.Â
âF-Fuck, need your cock. Please? I need it more than anything.â Vi confesses. Thereâs no need for dignity, especially if she keeps it and you wonât give her what sheâs itching for.Â
âYeah? Are you sure about it? Donât want you backing out just in case you canât be a good girl and take it.âÂ
She can take it but she canât take the countless teasing, trapped underneath the images drowning in her mind. This is what she wants, someone to dissolve into her, make her forget everything that has happened, just a pretty girl with some pretty tits who knows how to fuck. Right? Thatâs all this is. Itâs all it can be tonight. Her lip is busted from the fight tonight, knuckles bloodied and bruised, but you donât seem to mind all that much. Itâs all the same to you. Vi is all the same, thatâs been clear from the start.Â
Then, she decides to let her mind get shut off, let herself fall into you. You did know how to take care of her and tonight she would let you.Â
âLet me know if itâs too much, okay?âÂ
âI promise.âÂ
Once the harness is on, you wedge yourself in between her thighs, tattooed and toned, brave and brawny but she transforms into someone else entirely once youâre sinking inside her warm walls. You think about what it would feel like to feel her. Is she clenching around your cock? Would you feel the throbbing heartbreak of her clit? What you can hear is the whimper, uncontrollable and breathtaking, you slip further into her as you make home in her beautiful cunt.Â
Sheâs made it yours to take. Youâd do anything and everything for her, the thought alone scares so you do what you do best, you grind your hips slowly. Not wanting to overwhelm her too quickly, itâs the first time sheâs taking penetration and you want it to be good for her.Â
âYouâre so perfect. Doing so good for me, taking my cock like a fucking champ.â You whisper out, taking too much enjoyment in her getting lost in your soft thrusts. Viâs chest starts to heave as her hips roll into yours. Vi never even imagined wanting this, or that she could really have it with someone else. Itâs not like sheâs experienced, she has nothing to compare it to, but it feels incredibly intimate.Â
She likes how youâre being with her. Soft, gentle, delicate. Vi thought sheâd never want to feel that way, but maybe itâs just under the right circumstance in the right light.Â
âShit, shit, shitâ Vi chants as your hand grabs the headboard, giving her one particular powerful thrust. Perky tits spring to life, jolting against the sudden movement, her moan so fucking load, as you continue your movements. This time not as hard, but you pick up your pace, wanting to see if she would have any arguments against it but Vi doesnât. Profanities and whimpers leave her mouth as you split her on your cock. Face half-smashed into the pillow, trying to muffle her moans and you offer this one mercy.Â
Sheâs still shy.Â
Now is a good time as any to fuck it out of her.Â
âDo you want more Vi? Want me to goâŠfaster?â Placing a hand on her abdomen, the abs defined and clenching as you halt your thrust for a moment. âDo you wanna feel me in your stomach, baby?âÂ
âCan you even do that? Iâm not so sure youâre even capable. Looks like the rookie knows more moves than the veteran.â Vi bites back. But it doesnât last for long. Vi thinks she must have said the wrong thing, pushed you too far, you slipped off her but only to move her body to the edge of the bed, placing her on all fours right in front of a very convenient mirror.Â
âFine. Thought Iâd be sweet but that isnât what you really want. If you want to get treated like a whore, Iâll fuck you like one.â You take a beat to appreciate her wonderfully sculpted back, the artwork is truly exquisite. It feels so much like her but the foolish girl is smirking at you through the mirror.Â
You know youâve been caught ogling at her body, checking out every inch of her exposed body, you slap her ass in retaliation but she just grinds her ass back onto you.Â
âIâm waiting.â Teasingly, Vi arches her spine more. âWhereâs the whore fucking youâre muling about?âÂ
In one move, youâre inside her, fucking her beautiful face into the mattress. Never in her life has she felt so full, so good, so sweet. You grab her by the meat of her hips, bringing you back on her repeatedly. Vi wonders what she would give to have this, have you, and the thought scares her just as badly. She instead focused on you.Â
Tits bouncing as you thrust into her at a punishing pace. Divinely and so perfectly you, making her see stars, she feels trapped. Not in a punishing way, but in a way that has her never wanting to leave the entrapments of your coaxing cock. At this moment, this is where sheâs meant to be, just a toy for you to use.Â
But itâs more than what meets the eye. If Vi was just a toy, youâd be done after the first night. Tonight, you werenât using her for your own pleasure. You seemed perfectly content to give. The shine in her eyes gave you something only she could, edging you even further, a constant wave hitting Vi like a tidal wave making home on the shore.Â
âGod, youâre just too perfect. Fuck, just like that, take whatâs yours.â Bouncing back on the strap, the words fall from her lips before she canât stop them. Overflowing like a water fountain, itâs before she really even realizes what sheâs saying, it just feels right.Â
âMommy, please.âÂ
Vi has had those words on the tip of her tongue but not that youâre fucking her into a different dimension, she lets the aching plea slip from sinful lips. Itâs only once but itâs enough to set you off. You pull Vi up, her gorgeous back pressed against your chest, sitting on your thighs as you fuck up into her. Brutally, she takes everything you have to give.Â
Sweat glistening across her body, accentuating her chest as she tries to compose herself but you donât give her the option. No. It would be too easy, wouldnât it?
âI want you to watch, Violet. Watch yourself when you cum, be a good girl and show me how pretty you look, hm? Wouldnât wanna disappoint, Mommy, now would you?âÂ
Vi sucks on your middle digit, tongues swirling as she feels the tight band in her stomach, threatening to snap. Sheâs close. When the sensationally soft pad of your thumb applies pressure on her clit, Viâs done for.Â
âShit, oh my fucking god, baby baby babbyyyyy.â Incoherent murmurs and moans come in abundance as Vi bounces herself your cock, falling right apart as you toy with her clit, fucking her through the impending high. Your other arm tweaks around and up, fingers squeezing her tits, over stimulating her as she slumps against you.Â
Itâs the easiest task ever done. Submit to you, your skilled fingers, the power of your sinfully sensational thrusts, she comes all over you. The powerful demeanor weakens before your very eyes. When you gently move her back on the bed, slipping out of her, Viâs eyes begin to water from the loss.Â
The first time getting strapped down is always a lot to handle, youâd still taken it easier on her, too afraid you would push her too far but by the blissed out eyes, sheâd enjoyed herself. She had enjoyed herself and you couldnât really ask for much more.Â
When the both of you are cleaned up, Vi cuddles into your frame and you let her. Even if your first instinct is to push her away, saying something you know thatâll hurt her, none of it finds any merit on your tongue. For the first time, you find it difficult to turn away a pretty girl, her lips kissing your collarbones, up your neck until she finds home on your own lips, sloppily invading your mouth with your tongue.Â
Hitting you where it hurts, she moans your name in her mouth, unable to contain the neediness she feels around you. Itâs worse than Cait. This is pure addiction entangled with something carnal. Vi knows if she doesnât get to fuck you again, you fucking her cunt again, she might as well give up on life now.Â
âI could go again.âÂ
You chuckle. Of course she could.Â
âDonât know rookie, that might be all you can handle for the night.âÂ
Itâs a challenge and you know sheâll bite the bait.Â
With ease she gets on top of you, and just as if sheâs done it a hundred times, Vi sinks on your cock, âI think I can handle another ride, donât you?âÂ
#m'actually kinda proud of this one#i hope y'all like it :')#lmk what you think <3#vi#vi arcane#arcane league of legends#league of legends#vi smut#vi x reader#vi x you#vi arcane x reader#wlw post#wlw fanfiction#lesbian#violet arcane x reader#vi x fem reader#arcane x you#violet arcane
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pairing: toxic!bucky barnes x toxic!female reader
summary: you're feeling particularly needy one night, but when you text your situationship to come over, he reminds you that he won't wear a condom, which is a problem since it's a risky time of the month for you. but you tell him to come over anyway.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established situationship, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (f receiving), consensual non-consent and consensual sexual coercion, sexual roleplay, 'just the tip' trope, breeding kink, bdsm elements, some biting and marking, some dacryphilia, some pain play, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (baby), begging, teasing, multiple orgasms, aftercare, taking and sending nude photos, possessive behavior, toxic behavior, jealousy, referenced but not shown situationship between reader and john walker, very anti-john walker behavior
word count: 8.5k
a/n: listen, i definitely wrote this at a certain time of the month and i'm not going to apologize for it!!! what i will apologize for is the fact that this ended up being way longer than i expected!! i wanted these to be short little fics, but apparently toxic bucky won't let me keep things short đ€ anyway, this was fun to write and i hope y'all enjoy it!! âĄ
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You missing me, baby?
You could perfectly imagine the arrogant smirk on Bucky Barnesâ stupidly handsome face and the playful glint of mischief in his eye as he asked you that question in response to the picture youâd sent. It was a hastily taken photo of your body clad only in one of Buckyâs t-shirts, your fingers pulling up the hem to show a pair of pantiesâthe ones that had made him groan like he was being tortured when heâd first seen them.Â
The truth was, you were missing him. You were horny as fuck and you didnât care if he knew itâwhich, you were certain he did, because you only ever sent him lewd photos of yourself when you wanted himâbut would it kill Bucky to show a little bit of reciprocity, instead of sending you that teasing response?
It didnât matter that his playfully cocky words only drove your need higher, your body warming as heat flooded between your thighs. You were missing Buckyâs brand of arrogance, and it was all you could think about, the deep rasp of his voice in your ear while he pounded into you, the dirty and depraved things heâd say as his cock slid into your pussy, stretching you out just the way you needed.
You knew, without even touching yourself, that neither your fingers nor your toys would be enough for you that evening. You needed Bucky. Not John Walker, not any of the other guys on your rosterâonly Bucky Barnes could satisfy the need burning through your body.
So you rolled onto your knees and lowered your upper body to your bed, arching your ass high in the air. You positioned your phone and took a photo of your curved ass, barely clad in your panties, with the TV on your dresser also in frame. You took photos until you got one that you liked well enough and sent it to Bucky.
Iâm bored, come chill.
Your text deliberately didnât acknowledge Buckyâs questionâand you werenât asking him to come over, you were demanding it. You refused to beg a guy like Bucky Barnes, who refused to be exclusive with you, to come over and fuck you.Â
But you knew the simple request would drag him away from whatever he was doing on that Saturday evening and get him to your apartment.
So you were surprised when he texted back and didnât immediately say he was on his way.
You sure? If we end up fucking, Iâm not wearing a condom.
The second you finished reading Buckyâs text, you shoved your face into one of your pillows and let out a frustrated groan. Of course Bucky hadnât forgotten you were in the process of switching to a new birth control and youâd told him that if he was going to fuck you, heâd have to wear a condom.
Heâd taken it better than you expectedâespecially for a guy who claimed sex with you âdidnât feel as goodâ when he wore a condom. He hadnât thrown a tantrum or tried to talk you into fucking bare while it was unsafe. Heâd seemed happy enough with handjobs and blowjobs, and had always reciprocated by getting you off with his fingers or mouth.
But you could tell from his text that he was reaching his limit and, truthfully, so were you.Â
You missed the feeling of Buckyâs bare cock sliding into you, the heat of his stiff length and the drag of his veins against your sensitive inner walls. You were desperate to feel his cum flooding your cunt, filling you up with his seed while his balls twitched against your ass or clit, and he groaned low and deep in your ear.Â
Bucky was the only man on your roster allowed to fuck you bare, and it was entirely contingent on him swearing on his motherâs grave that you were the only girl he fucked without a condom. As far as you knew, Bucky had kept his promiseâwhich you knew because you made him get tested at the local clinic at least once a month.Â
Still, you were only four weeks in to the 4-6 week period where your doctor had told you to use secondary methods of birth control while you were switching prescriptions. And you were so horny that you were probably ovulatingâbut you wanted Bucky so bad you could barely think.Â
In fact, the thought of letting Bucky cum inside you when it wasnât a safe time of the month, and was extra not safe because you were switching your birth control, turned you on so much, your whole body shivered with need. Something about the idea, how risky it was, how it might mean Bucky would knock you up, was too good to be ignored.Â
You were so horny, you were seconds away from shoving a pillow between your thighs simply so youâd have something to hump against. That probably shouldâve been a sign that you werenât thinking clearly, but instead, it had you making up your mind.
You decided having Bucky overâhaving him fuck you rawâwas worth the risk. In a brief moment of clarity, you reasoned with yourself that there was always the morning after pill. That was good enough for you.
So you texted him back.
Iâm sure.
Bucky showed up to your apartment so soon after you texted him that you were sure that he either broke a number of traffic laws driving over from wherever heâd been, or heâd already been on his way. You loved both ideas, and didnât want him to give you another reason, so you opted not to ask.
But for how fast heâd gotten to your place, he seemed content to take his time getting to the main event. When you opened the door, youâd been expecting (or, rather, hoping) heâd pounce on you. Instead, he pulled you into his arms and gave you a brief, chaste kiss, asking how your week was and how youâd been since he last saw you.
Then, as you entertained his desire for small talk, Bucky made himself comfortable, stretching out on your bed after kicking off his shoes and beckoning you to curl up with him. You did so, a little warily, and even put on a show youâd seen a million times since you figured Bucky would distract you from it soon enough.Â
But he didnât.Â
You lasted all of five minutes before you were lifting your head from Buckyâs chest to look at him, surprised to find the guy youâd texted to come over and fuck you was seemingly engrossed in your show. You whined his name in a pitiful voice, âBucky.âÂ
The arrogant smirk youâd pictured when heâd texted you earlier spread across his face and he squeezed you tighter in his hard, muscled arms.Â
âShhh, baby, watch your show,â he rumbled, rolling you onto your back so he was curled around your side, throwing a leg over yours and burying his scruffy face in your neck. âIâm just here to chill, right?â There was a teasing note in his voice that had you huffing out a frustrated sound.
âBuckyâŠâ you grumbled, even as you shifted your head on your pillows to give him easier access to your neck. He rewarded you by kissing your soft skin, sending a tendril of heat curling down your spine and settling heavily between your thighs. âYou know this isnât what I meant when I told you to come over.âÂ
Bucky lifted himself up onto his forearm, hovering above you so he could stare down into your eyes. His arrogant smirk had slipped off his face, leaving a serious expression as he took in the pinched, frustrated look on yours. He seemed to come to some kind of decision as he stared at you.
âItâs not a safe time for you, right, baby?â he asked, each word said slowly, intentionally, another meaning laced within. âYou donât want me to tell you that Iâm horny as fuck and the only thing I want is to bury my bare cock in you and cum in your unprotected pussyâyou donât want me to try to talk you into it, to coerce you, right, baby?â
At his filthy words, your heart thundered in your chest and your pulse thrummed between your thighs, and for a brief, blistering moment, you considered throwing a whole entire hissy fit because thatâs not what you wanted. You wanted the opposite of what Bucky was sayingâand then the deeper meaning in his words hit you.Â
Bucky wasnât really asking if you wanted him to be nice and respectful of the boundaries youâd set, even though youâd already essentially given him permission to ignore them. He was asking if you wanted to play along with the idea that you were reluctant to let him fuck you without a condom while you were at risk of getting knocked up.
âThatâs not what you want, is it, baby?â Bucky rumbled, his gaze holding yours as he nodded his head slowly, the gesture so at odds with his words, it could only mean he was asking you the opposite of what he said.
Youâd been eager for Bucky to fuck youâyou were so horny, it was the only thing you could think aboutâbut the opportunity of playing this game with him was too enticing to pass up. Pretending to be reluctant, pretending to slowly give in to Buckyâs whims when it was what you both really wanted, would only make the sex that much hotter.Â
An excited smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and you saw Buckyâs gaze drop to your lips, his own face flickering with elation as he took in your reaction. You waited until his eyes returned to yours before you answered him.
âNoooo, thatâs definitely not what I want, daddy,â you whimpered huskily, the barest hint of sarcasm in your tone as you struggled to stop from smirking. Your head was nodding just as Buckyâs had, and he was the first to break, an eager grin spreading across his face.Â
He ducked down and brushed another frustratingly brief kiss to your lips. âYou got it, baby, no fucking tonightâjust chilling,â he murmured, a teasing tone in his voice that had your body tingling with anticipation.
You were less surprised that time when Bucky snuggled back down on top of you, his mouth going back to your neck where he was working on sucking a hickey into the side of your throat.
Since you knew the game you were playing, it was a little easier to settle in and watch your show, all the while trying to forget the way your pussy was pulsing with need. Still, you wouldnât have said it was easy to ignore the steady twitching of Buckyâs cock against your thigh as he hardened in his sweatpants.
It only got more difficult to keep your attention on your show when Buckyâs hand slid under your shirt, his fingers trailing idly over your stomach until he eventually reached your tits. He began kneading your soft flesh lazily, his fingers plucking teasingly at your nipples, while his mouth sucked on your neck.Â
Despite how obvious it was that Bucky was taking his time, it wasnât long before you were a wet, whimpering mess beneath him.
âBucky, w-we shouldnât fool around,â you murmured breathily, mouth tripping over the words as you voiced the exact opposite of what you wanted. It was like your lips didnât want to play the game youâd started, but you were rewarded for their effort by his frustrated growl, which had you throbbing between your thighs.
âItâs fine, baby, weâre not doing anything we shouldnâtâŠâ he rumbled against your neck, his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin and making you shiver.Â
The word âyetâ hung unspoken in what little space there was between your bodies, and the promise of it had you warming even more, pressing your thighs together against the ache pulsing in your core. âBucky,â you whimpered his name, your hips twisting toward him like they had a mind of their own.
âAre ya getting wet, baby?â he asked teasingly in your ear, his fingers tripping down your body until they skimmed along the hem of your panties. All you could do was whine in response and Bucky chuckled. âYeah, I bet youâre dripping for me.â
Your chest was already heaving with heavier breaths just from the way Bucky was teasing his fingers beneath the edge of your panties, taking his sweet time going any lower to where you really needed him. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, and your intention had been to shove his hand deeper into your panties so heâd finally touch your pussy, but instead he stopped.
âDonât worry, baby, âm not gonna fuck you, no matter how wet your pretty little pussy is,â Bucky murmured in your ear, brushing a kiss to your cheek.Â
Though his words mightâve sounded reassuring, his tone was a deliciously teasing rumble and you could feel his smirk against your cheek. Your body trembled, your thighs parting for Bucky of their own accord, which had him humming a pleased sound.Â
âGood girl, just let me feel you.â
Buckyâs fingers finally dipped into your panties and slid down to your pussy, a breathy little moan bursting from your lips. The feel of his warm, skilled fingers slipping through your soaking wet folds, bumping against your clit before swirling around your aching, clenching hole, was almost too much.Â
You had to bite your lip against the urge to beg Bucky to fuck you already, not wanting to ruin the game that was making everything hotter. But he seemed to lose himself for a moment, burying his face in your neck and groaning while his fingers slipped between your swollen and soppy lower lips.
âFucking hell, baby, youâre drenched for me,â Bucky growled, his voice low and no longer teasing. His fingers were dipping shallowly into your hole and spreading your wetness around, making a mess of your pussy. âYou feel so fucking ripe, I gotta feel itâgotta feel you against my cock.â
Bucky was already pushing your panties down your thighs, rising above you and tearing his shirt off over his head before tugging your own shirt from your body.Â
At the same time, you were kicking your panties from around your ankles and spreading your legs, sitting up shove at the waistband of Buckyâs sweatpants. When his cock bounced free, you reached for his perfect length, saliva already pooling in your mouth as you gave his girth a reverent stroke.
But then Bucky was urging you back down, guiding your shoulders to the bed and covering your body with his own. You arched up into his warmth while he settled between your thighs, your fingers clinging to his sides.
His darkened eyes were fixed on the juncture of your legs, his fingers going back to playing through your wetness and spreading it around to make a mess of your pussy. Occasionally, heâd bump against your clit, which made your body jolt every time he brushed the needy bundle of nerves.Â
Bucky felt so good, and you were so close to getting what you really wantedâhis cock inside youâbut you forced yourself to remember the game you were playing.
You grabbed Buckyâs face in both hands, tipping it up so you could catch his eye. There was an almost dazed look on his face, but he blinked and focused back on you.
âIt isnât a safe time of the month,â you said, as sternly as you could manage. But your breaths were coming too quickly for there to be much steel in your voice. Buckyâs thumb brushed over your clit purposefully and your hips bore down on his hand, your body begging for more as you whined, âYou canât fuck me bare, Bucky.âÂ
âI wonât, baby,â Bucky purred, wrapping the fingers that were sticky with your desire around the hard length of his cock. He chuckled when you whimpered at the loss of his touch, leaning down over you and brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. âJust let me rub against youâyouâre so wet, itâll feel so good. I wonât push inside your drippy little pussy, baby, I promise.â
You knew he was lying, and you knew Bucky knew you knew he was lying. For some reason, that made everything so much hotter. So did playing the reluctant participant, which was why you bit your lip with fake nervousness as you stared up at Bucky, your panting breaths adding even more uncertainty to your voice when you spoke.
âOh-okay, daddy, you can rub against meâbut no more.âÂ
The words were barely out of your mouth before Bucky was sliding his thick, hard cock between your pussy lips, making you moan and spread your legs wider, raising your knees toward your chest to give him all the access he needed.Â
Bucky let out a groan and dropped down to cover you with his body, his arms digging beneath your back to hold you pinned tightly against his chest. Your sensitive nipples rubbed against him, teasing you relentlessly.
âFuck, you feel so fucking good,â Bucky rumbled, rocking his hips so his cock dragged between your swollen, dripping folds, rubbing against your clit and sending sparks of pleasure swirling through your body. âSo wet⊠Youâre making a fucking mess on my cock, baby.â
âOh god,â you whimpered in Buckyâs ear, your body shuddering under the onslaught of blistering pleasure and aching emptiness in your core.Â
You wrapped your arms around Buckyâs shoulders, hands digging into his soft brown hair and holding onto him while his hips kept rocking into the cradle of your body, his cock grinding against your clit until you were gushing with wetness all over his stiff length.
âDoesnât it feel good, baby?â Bucky murmured in your ear, his voice sweetly entreating, like he was trying to convince you of something, though you were already very well aware that his hard shaft grinding into your dripping wet pussy felt better than it had any right. âYouâre creaming all over daddyâs cock, babyâtell me how good it feels.â
âNngh, so goooood,â you keened, hooking your ankles around the backs of Buckyâs thighs to get better leverage to grind against his hard length. You were caught between wanting more and wanting to keep grinding against him. âYour cock feels sooo good, daddy, so big and hard against my drippy pussy.â
âFuck, âm so hard for you,â Bucky groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he rutted into your soft, drenched folds with rough, punishing thrusts. âMy dickâs throbbing for your cunt, baby, can you feel it?â
He pressed his shaft deep into your slit, the flared head of his cock bullying your clit, and you could feel it. You could feel the pulse in his hard length, joining the rhythm in your center.Â
Your body reacted on instinct, your inner walls clenching hard around nothing while you whined his name, âBuckyyy.â
âI can feel you, baby,â Bucky rumbled, the teasing tone back in his voice. âI can feel your cunt mouthing at my cock.âÂ
Buckyâs words sounded so deliciously depraved that you wanted to turn your head and kiss him, to taste his debauchery straight from his tongue. You knew he had a filthy mouth, but his dirty talk was even hotter because of the game you were playingâand he just kept talking.Â
âFeels like ya want me to fuck you, baby,â he cooed, lifting his head to speak directly in your ear. âDoes your pretty little cunt wanna get fucked?â
It was on the tip of your tongue to scream, âYes!â You wanted to get fucked so bad. You practically desperate for Bucky to push inside you and impale you on his cock, to pump into your pussy bare and cum inside you. You managed to bite it back at the last second for the sake of the role you were playing, but you couldnât get any other words out.
When you were quiet, save for your panting breaths while Buckyâs hips kept up their torturous rocking, he lifted himself, bracing on his forearms so he could hover above you and see your face. He raised an eyebrow in question, his body slowing its movement as his gaze raked over your face, uncertainty flickering in the depths of his blue eyes.
It was clear he was questioning whether you still wanted to play the game youâd both started, and the fact that he was taking the time to check in with you had your heart squeezing uncomfortably in your chest.Â
It was an annoying reminder that Bucky wasnât the kind of man to be selfish and self-absorbed in bed. Even if he was only your situationship, he made sure you were enjoying everything he was doing.Â
And you wanted him to know you were enjoying yourself very muchâand that you still wanted to play the role youâd been given.
âI want you so bad, Bucky.â The words tumbled from your lips as you gave in to the urge to assuage Buckyâs concern. âI want you so bad, but we shouldnât,â you whined, pouting up at him as you slipped back into the game.Â
The furrow of concern smoothed itself from Buckyâs brow and he smirked before ducking down to capture your lips in a quick kiss.Â
His hips began rocking into you again, and he swallowed your responding moan greedily. He groaned himself when you used your ankles hooked around his thighs to grind back against him, your soft, wet pussy sliding against the rough ridge of his cock and making a mess of both of you.
âWhat if IâŠwhat if I just push the tip in?â Bucky rasped, pulling away and catching your eye, a smirk fluttered at the edges of his mouth, like he was trying to hold it back but was failing. âJust the tipâjust let me feel you. Please, baby, I wanna feel you so fucking bad.âÂ
Bucky bowed his head, pressing sweet kisses to your collarbones, a barely restrained chuckle rumbling his chest. It seemed heâd lost the battle with being able to keep a straight face and you couldnât blame him, your mouth was spread in a mischievous grin while your nails raked through his short brown hair.
âItâs not safe,â you reminded him, but there was an edge of glee in your tone.Â
You couldnât hide the fact that you were having fun with Bucky, playing out the little game heâd started. You were so close to getting what you wanted, that it only made it more difficult to pretend you didnât want it.Â
So when you murmured, âIf you cum inside me, BuckyâŠâ your voice was breathless with desire, and you had to cut yourself off to bite back the moan that wanted to be set free.Â
Bucky smirked against your neck, his teeth nipping playfully at the mark heâd left on your throat before he responded. âItâs just the tip, baby, promiseâI wonât cum inside you.â
Had it always been so easy for you to hear when Bucky was lying, or had he given up on the pretense of the game so much that it was even more obvious?Â
The question flitted across your mind but didnât stay long. You were too busy gasping a quick, âOk,â your hips tilting, trying to catch the tip of Buckyâs cock in your hole on one of his grinding thrusts. However, it wasnât until he pulled his hips back that the head of his hard length notched at your tight, clenching pussy.
Both of you held your breath when Bucky pushed inside. He stopped when just the tip was nestled inside the entrance of your warm, wet cunt.Â
âFuuuck,â Bucky groaned, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his hot breath fanning over the hollow of your throat and his scruff rasping against your sensitive skin. âYouâre so fucking warm, baby,â he rumbled into your neck, the sensation of his mouth against your throat making you shiver all over. âGotta do it again.â
His muttered words were your only warning before his hips reared back, the broad tip of his cock pulling free from your grasping hole. A tortured whimper slipped from your mouth before you could stop it, and Bucky chuckled as he slid back inside you, your pitiful sound dissolving into a moan when the head of his cock popped into your cunt.
âYeah, that feels good, doesnât it?â Bucky crooned in your ear, doing it again, slower that time, making you feel every tiny bit of his tip pushing into your weeping hole. âMy cock sliding into your drippy little cuntâyouâre so fucking wet for me, arenât you, baby?â
âYes, Bucky, so wet for you,â you echoed, unable to do more when all your focus was on not impaling yourself on Buckyâs cock. Your body squirmed beneath his larger form, one of Buckyâs big hands pressing down on your hip like he knew you were barely holding back from pushing yourself down on his cock.
âIt would be so easy for me to slide all the way inside, donât ya think, baby?â Bucky purred in a teasing tone, his hips rocking forward until heâd pushed another inch deeper before pulling back so only the tip was inside you again.
Just that little tease had you moaning mindlessly beneath Bucky, tears of desire and frustration springing to your eyes.Â
Your arms wrapped tightly around Buckyâs shoulders and your legs hooked around the backs of his thighs, trying to pull him in deeper. You needed more, to hell with the game youâd been playing. You needed him inside you already.Â
âBucky, please,â you begged on a sob, pressing your face into his cheek.
âI can feel your cunt gripping me, baby, sucking on meâshe wants me to push deeper,â Bucky rumbled in your ear, a gruffness to his voice that told you he was reaching the limit of his patience with the game as well.Â
In that moment, youâd have done anything to get Bucky to fuck you properly, but before you could speak, he went on.Â
âDo you want it, baby?â he asked, his voice rough as crushed rock, his own breaths hot and heavy against your skin. âWant my cock buried deep inside you, filling you up and fucking you hard?â
âYes, Bucky, please,â you gasped, your hands diving into his hair and pulling his head up so you could look him in the eye. You had to blink the tears from your eyes to do it, but you didnât want there to be any confusion about what you wanted. âFuck me, daddy, please!â
A slow, depraved grin spread across Buckyâs face as his eyes roved over your tear-stained cheeks. You felt the tip of his cock twitch inside you, and your body gave an answering clench, like it was begging him to slide inside. But Bucky seemed happy to let his eyes wander over your face, relishing the sight of you crying and begging him to fuck you.Â
It felt like a small eternity before his gaze met yours again and he seemed ready to give you what you wanted.Â
âBut donât cum inside you, right, baby?â Bucky asked, a devious tone in his voice. His hips pulled back and thrust forward slowly, pushing his big cock inside you at a torturous pace. Buckyâs grin was teasing as he went on, murmuring, âWouldnât want daddy knocking you up, right, baby?âÂ
At Buckyâs words, something inside you snapped. Your mind went blank and your body moved on its own, your legs hiking up Buckyâs sides to wrap tightly around his lower back. Your heels dug into his firm ass and you whined loudly until he let you pull him deeper inside you.
Buckyâs cock impaled you with one thrust, a pleasured grunt slipping from his mouth, half-muffled against your neck. He filled you up all the way to the root of his thick cock and you moaned, long and loud in his ear.Â
You finally got what you wanted. Finally, you were full of his cock.
Bucky was buried so deep inside you that you could feel his balls pressed against your assâhis big, heavy balls, full of the seed you desperately wanted him to pump inside you. The desire left you dizzy and dazed, your body thrumming with a need to be filled, to be knocked up, to be bred by your situationship.
âBreed me, Bucky,â you whispered breathlessly in his ear.Â
He stilled for a very brief second, but then he was groaning obscenely, sucking hard on the hickey heâd already left. Whether it was a reward or a punishment, you didnât knowânor did you care.
âOh fuck,â Bucky grunted, his legs shifting on your bed and repositioning himself to fight against the stranglehold you had on his body.Â
He pushed up onto his forearms so he could hover above you, his eyes raking over your face as he rolled his hips to fuck you in hard, shallow thrusts that had your lips parting, punched-out whines slipping from your mouth.Â
You were so consumed in basking in your pleasure that it took you a moment to realize Bucky had gone quietâquieter than he normally was when he was fucking you. It took another moment for you to blink your vision back into focus and when you did, you sucked in a sharp breath at the look of pure, depraved desire on Buckyâs face.Â
âDo you have something you want to tell me, baby?â he asked dryly, lifting an eyebrow in question. Before you could answer, he ducked down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, the heat of his tongue flicking into your mouth making you moan. âDoes my girl have a breeding kink she failed to tell me about?â he asked in a teasing tone, plunging his cock deep into your pussy and grinding hard against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.
âNot your girl,â you managed to gasp, even through the pleasure.Â
A low growl rumbled in Buckyâs chest, but it cut off abruptly. It seemed your situationship didnât like being reminded that he wasnât the only one who fucked you. Bucky nipped at your bottom lip, biting it a little harshly, making your pussy clench around his cock as you whined through the brief sting. Â
âDoes John fucking Walker know about your breeding kink?â Bucky seethed, his voice suddenly furious. His anger was reflected in the way he picked up the pace of his hips, fucking you in rough, hard thrusts that had you crying out and clinging to his shoulders, your nails sinking deep into his golden skin. âDo you let John fucking Walker fuck you rawâfucking tell me, baby.â
âNo,â you cried, tears of pleasure slipping from your eyes and trailing down your temples into your hair. Buckyâs lips found the salty tears and he kissed them from your skin, making your heart and pussy clench simultaneously. âYouâre the only one allowed to fuck me bare, Bucky, you know that.âÂ
âThatâs fucking right,â he growled, punctuating each of his words with brutal thrusts. âIâm the only man who fucks this pussy raw,â he went on in a gruff, furious voice, raising up onto his arms so he could look you in the eye. âIâm the only man who cums inside this cunt, who fills you up until youâre leaking my seed all down your pretty thighsâIâm the only man who breeds you, isnât that right, baby?â
âYesâyes, Bucky, only you,â you cried, squirming beneath him, using your ankles hooked around his thighs to meet Buckyâs thrusts. It didnât even occur to you to fight him on his possessive questionsâhe was right. He was the only one allowed to do all those things. âOnly you, only youâplease, I need you to breed me Bucky!â
You were getting close, but before you could tumble over the edge of your release, Bucky sat up, breaking the hold of your arms as he pushed up onto his knees. You let out a frustrated wail, but stopped short at the expression on Buckyâs face.
The look in his eye was wild, nearly feral. His hands were rough and possessive when he grabbed your plush thighs, pushing them up toward your chest until you were folded in half. His cock was still inside you, but not nearly as deep as you wanted it in the position Bucky was in.Â
Your hips squirmed, a whine working its way up your throat before spilling free.
Bucky leaned back down on top of you, pinning your legs to your chest and your body to the bed as his cock slid deeper until you were so full of him, you swore you could feel him in wombâeven though you knew that was impossible.Â
He stayed like that, buried inside you, his cock stretching out your tight cunt while he rocked his hips, grinding deeper into you. All the while, he stared at you, his gaze glittering with the wildness that spoke of a deep-rooted possessiveness, but when he spoke, his voice was deceptively sweet.
âYou want daddy to breed you, baby?â Bucky cooed in your ear, his mouth pressing wet, messy kisses to your cheek and jaw. âYou knew it wasnât a safe time of the month, and you let me fuck you raw anywayâsuch a silly little cumslut pretending you didnât want it, but you do, right, baby?â
All you could manage was a punched-out, âUh huh,â Buckyâs heavy weight pressing the air from your lungs while he crushed you to the bed. He shifted a little, so you could breathe, but it didnât seem to matter that youâd responded, because he went on as if he hadnât even heard you.
âYou wanna feel my fat cock bruising your cervix, baby?â he huffed, pausing only to nip at the lobe of your ear with his teeth, making you clench hard around his cock. His next words came out on a filthy groan, pouring into your ear and settling deep in your mind. âYa want me to flood your fertile little cunt with my seed and breed youâis that it?âÂ
You were half feral yourself with desire, with your need to cumâwith your need to feel him cum inside youâand you werenât sure if Bucky was checking in with you, or if he was getting off on teasing you, but you rushed to answer, telling him the truth.
âGod, Bucky, yesâplease,â you whined, your fingers digging into his soft hair and towing his head until your mouth found his, kissing him messily while he kept fucking you in hard, rough thrusts. âFill me up with your cum, daddy, make me your pretty little cumdump, please, I want itâI need it!â you cried into Buckyâs mouth, your words half muffled because neither of you wanted to pull away.Â
âJesus fucking christ, baby,â Bucky grunted, his hot breath panting past your lips. You felt his mouth curve into a sly smirk. âFirst you donât want me to fuck you because it isnât safe,â he murmured in a teasing tone. âAnd now you want me to breed your little pussy full of cumâwhich is it, baby, dâyou want me to pull out or cum inside your unprotected cunt?â
A mindless moan slipped from your lips at his filthy question, your mind going entirely blank for a split second. All you could do was feelâBuckyâs thick cock pounding into your pussy, the tip hitting a spot inside you that felt so good, you never wanted him to stop. It was too good, you didnât want him to pull out, even if it wouldâve been the smart decision.
âBreed me, daddy,â you begged in a throaty, desperate voice. âBreed me, cum inside meâplease, please, please!â
âFuck,â Bucky cursed, but he sounded pleased, too. âIâm so fucking close, baby, so close to draining my balls in your tight little cunt.âÂ
His body shifted and then he was pounding into you in a new, better angle, making you feel impossibly good as you careened toward the edge of your release.Â
âTell me, baby,â he rasped, his forehead pressed to yours. âTell me you never let John fucking Walker cum inside youâtell me Iâm the only man allowed to breed you.â
You whined, well aware youâd already told himâand he already knew he was the only one allowed to cum inside you. But it fed the possessiveness Bucky felt, and it felt good to give him that, so you did.Â
âYouâre the only one,â you promised in a thready voice, your pleasure dripping from every word. âThe only man allowed to cum inside meâyouâre the only man allowed to breed me, daddy!â
Bucky captured your mouth in a dominating kiss, his tongue plunging past your lips like he was desperate to fuck as many of your holes at the same time as possible. You moaned into his mouth, gripping his face and holding him close while you sucked on his tongue, your nails raking through the scruff on his jaw, both of you groaning at how good the other felt.
Finally, Bucky managed to wrench himself away from your clinging grip and his face hovered above yours, a devious smirk on his plump lips.
âYa know I heard,â he started, his voice a little breathless and gruff, the deep sound of it singing through your body and making you shiver as your pussy pulsed around his thrusting cock. âIf you cum at the same time as me, youâre more likely to get knocked up.âÂ
A violent shiver raced down your spine and your pussy clenched hard around Buckyâs cock. His words were going to be the end of you, you just knew it, but what a glorious end it would be.
Bucky grinned at your bodyâs reaction, looking far too pleased with himself, though you were too far gone in your pleasure to try to wipe that smirk off his face. Not that he gave you much opportunity, ducking down to murmur in your ear.
âRub your clit, baby, I wanna feel you cumming on my cock while Iâm knocking you up.â
âOh my god, Bucky,â you whimpered pleasure spiraling through you at his words, but you did as he said.Â
You slipped your hand between your bodies, finding your clit messy and sticky with your desire, your fingertips brushing the thick shaft of Buckyâs cock as he fucked you. Rubbing your clit in ruthless little circles, your body pulled tight.
âBucky, Iâm gonna cumâdonât stop!â
Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the coiled tension in your body finally shattered, and you came with a strangled cry, pleasure consuming your mind and body.Â
Your release washed over you in waves of bliss that were so intense, you could feel your arms and legs trembling, your cunt clenching hard around Buckyâs thick length that was still plunging deep into your grasping channel.
âThatâs it, baby, cum on daddyâs cock,â Bucky rasped, brushing sloppy kisses to your face as he rutted into you, his thrusts turning wild and rough. âYou feel so fucking good, baby, youâre doing so good for me, gonna make me a daddy for real, babyâJesus fuck.âÂ
Bucky cut himself off on a groan, his hips pressing flush to the backs of your thighs, his cock impaled to the hilt in your still fluttering cunt. He came with a loud moan, his cock twitching inside you as he shot rope after rope of cum into your pussy. Your inner walls milked every last drop of seed from his balls while he painted the inside of you white.
When Bucky was finally spent, he collapsed on top of you, your bodies easing into a more comfortable position. He lay on top of you in the cradle of your thighs, his palms smoothing over your hips and sides while your fingers stroked idly through his soft hair. You made small sounds of contentment, and an answering, pleased rumble, sounded in his chest.Â
Finally, just when it was beginning to get uncomfortable bearing so much of Buckyâs weight, he heaved himself up onto his knees and carefully slid his cock from your thoroughly used pussy. You watched him, his gaze focused on the slit between your thighs, and you saw the moment his blue eyes darkened when his cum started dripping out of you.
You reached between you thighs, which were splayed over his his spread knees, to clean up the cum before it made a mess of your bedsheets, but Bucky knocked your hand away. He fished through the mussed up bedding until he found his discarded sweatpants and pulled his phone from the pocket.Â
Your body was limp with sated pleasure, and heâd taken enough post-sex photos of you, that you let Bucky arrange you how he wanted. You even held your legs open for him so he could position his phone above your pussy and take a couple close-up photos of his cum spilling out of your pussy. Then he pulled his phone back, so your whole body was in the shot.
âSay, âIâm gonna be a mommy,â baby,â Bucky ordered, a lazy grin on his face.
Between your thighs, your pussy pulsed at the words, which sounded so innocent and so filthy at the same time. Heat filled your cheeks and you turned your head to the side, trying to bury your face in a pillow while you whined, âBucky.âÂ
You knew it was silly to be shy about saying something so innocuous, especially after everything you and Bucky had just said and done, but the moment was over. You didnât normally have such a breeding kink, but youâd been so horny and it had made you so hot to talk about getting bred while Bucky was inside you.Â
However, it felt like a whole other thing to play into it when the heat of the moment had passed. It felt like the kind of thing boyfriends and girlfriends did, and you knew better than to tread into that territory.Â
Still, your body warmed at the idea of looking into Buckyâs camera and saying those wordsâŠ
âBaby,â Bucky crooned, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. âCâmon, I know you wanna,â he murmured in your ear, his mouth brushing butterfly kisses along your jaw. âYou donât have to be shy with me, baby, I know youâre a dirty little breeding slut desperate to be daddyâs good little cumdump.â
âJesus Christ, Bucky,â you groaned, but you were smiling when you turned your head and met his mouth for a kiss.Â
Bucky let you kiss him for a few moments before he pulled away and sat up, holding his camera in position while he raised his eyebrows at you in an expectant expression.
âIâm gonna be a mommy,â you mumbled, pouting up at the camera while Bucky snapped a few photos. It wasnât long before you were smiling and preening for the camera, sticking your tits out and holding your legs even wider for Bucky.
âGood girl,â he murmured, catching your eye as he lowered his phone. He was giving you a pleased smirk, and you smiled up at him in return.
Bucky gently moved your legs from around his waist and flopped down on the bed beside you, swiping through the photos heâd taken of his cum leaking out of your pussy while you curled around his bicep. You had to admit, they looked hotâeven the ones of you pouting and mumbling up at him.
Seeing yourself like that was turning you on and you were just about to shimmy down Buckyâs body and lick his cock clean until he was hard again when he spoke, derailing your dirty thoughts.
âIâll pick up the morning after pill for you before I head home,â he rumbled absentmindedly, still focused more on his phone. You could see him favoriting some of the photos heâd taken and saving them to a separate folder. âAnd if you are knocked up, Iâll pay to have it taken care ofâbut donât expect me to cuddle you and do boyfriend shit after.â
For a moment, you restrained the urge to smack Bucky in the face with a pillow. And then you thought, why not? You werenât his girlfriend, you didnât need to play nice.Â
So you grabbed the pillow behind your head and brought it down right on Buckyâs face. He let out a satisfying, startled âoomphâ sound, and you chuckled as you rolled out of bed.Â
âGee, thanks,â you shot over your shoulder sarcastically as you padded toward the bathroom, intent on cleaning Buckyâs cum from between your thighs.Â
But then you had an evil thought and a wicked smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. You wiped that look off your face, though, as you turned and leaned against your doorway, striking a casual pose.
âMaybe if Iâm knocked up, Iâll just let John fuck me bare and tell him itâs his,â you said, giving a carefree little shrug while trying not to make it obvious how close you were watching Bucky.
You were delighted when his head snapped toward you, his gaze finally pulling away from his phone as his brows lowered into a glare. His soft mouth turned down at the corners, a furious frown darkening his face.
âDâyou think John would offer to marry me?â you asked, ignoring Buckyâs reaction and tapping your chin with one finger like you were thinking. âHe strikes me as the type of man whoâd want to make an âhonest womanâ out of me.â You couldnât hold in your eye roll, even as you were trying to torture Bucky with the possibility of you marrying John fucking Walker.
In an instant, Bucky was up and off the bed, pinning you to the doorframe of your room with every inch of his big, strong body pressed against yours. You only had time to gasp while Bucky quickly gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. His hardening cock was trapped against your belly, the stickiness of both your releases rubbing into your skin.
âYouâre not marrying John fucking Walker, baby,â Bucky growled while he loomed over you. He was so close, you had to tilt your head back to look up at him, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. âAnd youâre certainly not raising my kid with Walkerâs last name.âÂ
At that, you had to laugh. But when you saw how serious Bucky still looked, you realized he didnât realize you were just trying to get a rise out of him. Something about the thought of you marrying John Walker had clearly made all rational thought completely abandon Bucky in that moment.Â
Instead of thinking too hard about Buckyâs reaction, you explained yourself to him.
âBucky, it was a joke,â you wheezed, giving him an incredulous look. âOf course Iâm not gonna marry John.â
Buckyâs eyes flitted back and forth between yours, like he was checking to make sure you were being honest. He mustâve decided you were because he blew out a breath and closed his eyes, his forehead falling to yours.Â
âJesus, baby, you drive me fucking wild sometimes,â he rumbled, but there was humor in his tone, albeit reluctant.
A breathless laugh slipped from your lips and you leaned back against the doorframe, hiking your leg up around Buckyâs waist. He caught it in his free hand, the movement pressing his thickening cock between your thighs, making both of you groan.
âI think you should show me exactly how wild I make you,â you purred, rocking your hips against his stiff length, coating him in the mixture of your desire and his cum still leaking out of you.Â
Bucky growled, his eyes flying open as he stared at you and worked his cock against your pussy.Â
âCareful what you ask for, baby,â he rumbled, his tone a delicious taunt that had your toes curling against the floorboards and your hips tilting so you could rub your clit against his hard shaft. âOr youâre gonna get another load pumped into your tight, unprotected little cunt.â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, daddy,â you sassed, smirking up at Bucky and watching as his eyes darkened with desire.
In a flash, Bucky dropped your leg and let go of your wrists, spinning you around to face the doorframe and yanking your hips toward his lap with a rough, possessive grip on your body. Your upper body fell forward and your hands clung to the doorframe, nails digging into the wood when Bucky entered you in a swift, hard thrust.
Bucky fucked you in the doorway of your bedroom, making you promise yet again that youâd never let John Walker fuck you without a condom before emptying a second load inside you.
After, he followed you to the bathroom, hopping in the shower with you where he drained what little cum was left in his balls inside your pussy before helping you clean upâthough you suspected he only offered to help so he could finger his cum deeper into your cunt under the pretense of cleaning you.
When you were both finally, finally sated, you collapsed into your bed together. Your mind was blissfully blank and your body deliciously sore as you cuddled together. Bucky dozed for a bit, his head on your chest while you carded your fingers through his hair and watched your show.
After a while, Bucky roused and got dressed, going out to get you the morning after pill from the nearest drug store, just like heâd said he would.Â
He also brought you back your favorite sports drink and snacks, explaining in a gruff voice that heâd read the potential side effects of the pill on the box and wanted you to be prepared. You refused to feel any type of way about that.
Then Bucky kissed you and left to head home.
All things considered, it was a good thing your new birth control had taken effect, or the morning after pill had worked, and you didnât get pregnant despite the evening youâd had with Bucky. It was a relief when you were able to tell him that your risky night hadnât led to any of the consequences the both of you had willfully ignored.
When you texted him to tell him youâd gotten your period, he responded quickly, messaging twice in quick succession. The first text made you roll your eyes, because you thought that was all heâd have to say.Â
Good.
But then you saw the second message, and you could imagine the arrogant smirk on Bucky Barnesâ ridiculously handsome face and the playful glint of mischief in his eye when heâd sent it.
It made you smile, and you had to bite your lip against a giggle, forcefully reminding yourself that he was just a situationship.
Let me know when you wanna play âjust the tipâ to âbreed me, daddyâ again, baby.
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Drowned
siren!hyunjin x afab!reader
warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of drinking, descriptions of drowning, unprotected sex (do not), monster cock, fingering (f and m receiving), oral (f receiving), creampie
genre: pirate/siren AU, found family trope, fluff, monster (?) smut, a little bit of angst
word count: 8.2k
author's note: started thinking about merman hyunjin, wanted to write a little something, it got out of hand. voilĂĄ. seriously, this is the longest thing i've ever written so i'd really appreciate to hear what you think! please let me know if there's any mistakes or if i overlooked something <3 happy reading đ
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For as long as you lived, the sea was your home. The salty wind in your hair, the water splashing against the sides of your parentâs ship and freedom in your heart. Never have you wanted for more, the crew and everything else that was on board was always enough.
Sure, every now and then you had to get rough with other pirates or relieve some rich folk of their valuables but regardless of that, you wouldnât change your life for the world. You never had a worry on your mind except maybe whatâs for dinner that day, enjoying a nice sunbath on the deck, messing with some of the lower standing crew members that were close to your heart or going fishing with your mother whenever you were docked on some harbor.
Today was no different. Maybe a little different, since your father had tasked you with checking out one of the local rich menâs houses. Your boots carried you to the wealthy district where you earned your share of people eyeing you with disdain but you didnât mind, smiling toothily at them and waving which just left them perplexed by your friendliness.
You whistled lowly at the sight of the mansion, gold decorations shimmering on the façade, lush greenery surrounding the entire building.
Kind of impressive.
The fence was hopped easily and you found your way into the mansion. No one was home so you figured there was no point in trying to stay low. You scanned through most of the main rooms, snatching up anything that looked valuable enough to you. With your pockets and bag full, you strolled over to what seemed to be a room where whoever lived here kept all of their valuable paintings and other art finds.
You stood in front of one particularly impressive artwork. While others would surely admire the stroke pattern, the colors used or the fascinating woodwork on the frame, you simply ascertained that the painting was small enough to carry out and still be able to run with. So you grinned to yourself as you removed the painting from the wall and leisurely made your way out of the house again.
Your steps are hurried as you make your way back to the ship, signaling for the crew to get ready to leave the harbor.
âHalt! Sheâs a thief!â
Oh well. Took them long enough.
You broke out in a sprint, painting secured beneath your arm. Your father was already barking out orders, readying the ship to take off as soon as they can, while some of the local police is hot on your trail.
You giggled as you climbed onboard right as the ship began its movement towards the horizon. With big motions you waved to the people left behind, all of them fuming for having lost the race against you.
-
The island was no longer to be seen, your parents were proud and your little family had plenty of stuff to sell for the next dock. You couldnât be happier.
To reward yourself for your hard work today, you decided to lounge about in the sun. The waves rocked you until you fell fast asleep.
So deeply asleep that you didnât wake up when the outlook yelled about another ship approaching yours.
So deeply asleep that you only woke up when the first canonball tore through the flimsy wood of the ship you called home.
Your heart was beating erratically as you struggled to make sense of your surroundings, everyone onboard in a panicked hurry. Some men running around trying to fight off the opponents that were starting to invade your space, the others below deck firing back with whatever they had, some others trying to keep the rising water out of the ship, refusing to let it sink just like that.
You grabbed your own sword and jumped to your fatherâs side.
âSeems like you angered the wrong gentlemen this time around!â â he laughed as his sword clashed with another.
âIt was your stupid idea!â â you countered, equally finding amusement in the familiar situation and laughing.
The fight seemed to be on your side for a moment, countless stuck-up lawmen falling into the harsh waters while your side held their numbers up. But not everything always goes the way you want it to, one misstep and everything can fall apart quickly. So when the blade slashed through your side, you sucked in a breath and stumbled backwards against the railing, a man twice your size giving you the last push you needed to tip over, the cold water enveloping your whole body.
You struggled to keep your head above the waters, gasping for air but breathing in more water than anything sustainable. Your body bumped into those of others that had met the same fate as you, making the entire process of trying to stay alive harder than it needed to be. The side of your torso ached with every movement and soon enough, the strength left your limbs as you slowly but surely sunk deeper into the depths of the sea, unaware of someone that observed your descent with curious eyes.
The first thing you notice when you come to your senses again is that you feel incredibly warm.
The second thing you notice is a pair of curious eyes staring down at you.
âOhâ â he moves out of your sight before you can properly take the rest of his appearance in but one thing is abundantly clear to you: pupils should not be shaped like his, nor should eyes be as yellow as his.
You sit upright as soon as you can, wincing at the sharp pain in your side. The pain is all but forgotten when you take in the otherworldly creature sitting timidly at the edge of a stone not far from you.
He is nervously picking at his fingers while gazing at you, the space between each finger connected by a thin membrane akin to some sea creatures you know. There are tiny little scales scattered around his skin that shimmer in various shades in the light, ranging from the deepest onyx, powdery sky blue, brilliant gold and pearl white. The most alarming thing about his body is the very obvious fish tail where his legs should be, decorated in the same colors as the rest of his scales with smaller, elegantly shaped fins on the sides of it. It seemed to be longer than whatever the stories made you picture in your mind. When your gaze wanders back up his body, taking note of how the scales fade into normal skin and just being scattered here and there, you notice the gills on each side of his neck, fluttering softly with each breath he takes. His impressively broad back had another line of fins across his spine. Finally settling your gaze on his face, framed by luscious black locks, you can see he has another set of large fins on the side of his head, probably protecting his ears. His eyes shine a shimmery yellow with a fitting cat-like pupil thatâs slightly dilated as heâs taking your form in. A slight blush covers his cheeks, the miniscule fins along his cheekbones fluttering.
He is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen in your life.
When he opens his plush lips to say something, you can see his teeth are a set of fangs, his canines larger and sharper than the others which seem kind of blunt in comparison.
âDo you feel pain?â â his voice comes out shyly, an underlying trill accompanying the sound.
Suddenly, you remember you are supposed to be in pain, immediately clutching the side that was slashed during the fight but finding it neatly bandaged with algae and scraps of cloth. He must have taken care of you while you were unconscious.
Surprisingly, all thatâs left is a dull pain that pulsates along your heartbeat, nothing too bad. As you tell him this, he seems pleased, a proud little smile on his lips.
âYou are a pirate, yes?â
âYeah. We got attacked and thenâŠâ â you trail off and look around.
Youâre clearly on some shore but it doesnât seem like any civilisation is nearby, the air devoid of any sounds that indicate humans are nearby, just the soft crashing of the waves, the wind in the trees and the calls of animals. There isnât any harbor, no boats in sight, the beautiful creature sitting beside you the only sign of intelligent life.
A sigh leaves your lips, already wracking your brain for any ideas on how to get back to the mainland or contact your family. For a second earlier, you thought that you found your end as you stared into the creatureâs eyes. So sure were you that what you saw in front of you must have been one of the legendary sirens that your mother always told you about. Creatures that lure in pirates and sailors alike with their beautiful appearance and mesmerising voices, only to drag them into the depths of the sea, killing them.
Whatever was in front of you, curiously holding up the painting that you stole, big eyes roaming over the faded paint, couldnât be a man-killing siren for he was far too soft and gentle to be anything like those legends said he would be.
It was honestly kind of cute watching him take in the ruined painting, completely captivated by the swirling colors, his tail gently splashing in the water in quiet excitement.
He seemed to be no threat, so you let your guard down easily beside him.
âDo you have a name?â â you ask him finally, breaking his concentration on the painting, yet he doesnât look away from it.
âHyunjin.â
âWell, thank you, Hyunjin. For saving me. Iâm y/n.â
The tips of his ear fins flick at your admission, yet he makes no move to look at you. His fingers, with claws retracted, gently glide over the messy colors and though the original painting is near unrecognisable, far too damaged by the tides to make anything out, Hyunjin seems to find a certain beauty in the destroyed artwork.
âDo you know who made this?â â he asks and thereâs that trill in his voice again that makes you think his vocal chords must work differently to yours.
âNope. Stole it from some rich guy, he didnât really indicate the artist anywhere. I doubt he cared.â
Hyunjin frowns at that, finally putting the painting to the side and turning to you.
âWhat are you going to do now? I understand that this island is less than ideal for a human but I had to get you back on land as soon as possible. You would have died.â
âI know where my family was headed and if they survived that encounter, theyâll still sail towards Port Vement. I just have to figure out a way to get thereâ â you let your body fall back into the sand.
Hyunjin hums and even then, the little trill youâre slowly getting obsessed with accompanies the sound. You want to hear it again. You wonder if it would be there if he sang.
âIâll help you. Iâm the reason youâre in this situation, after all.â
-
The days passed in a slog. You were mainly concerned about finding a way off of the island while staying alive, the wound you nursed on your side healing too slow for your liking.
Hyunjin had been fantastic at keeping you company and ensuring you actually survived and stayed sane. He caught fish for you with his bare hands, showing it off proudly by raising his arm in the air and giving you a toothy grin from his place in the water as you watched him, your adoration growing for him with every fish caught.
You ate together and meal times were one of the few times where you had to realise, that Hyunjin was after all part animal with the way he tore into the fish, his fangs easily making short work of the seadweller.
When you were busy building a makeshift raft out of the driftwood that you found around the shore, heâd sunbathe on one of the nearby stones, his scales glistening and shimmering in the light. Your desire to touch them grew every time you stole a glance at the sleepy siren.
Sometimes, the two of you would just lay together, exhausted from the day. Hyunjin liked it when you told him stories of your adventures around the world but it seemed that he found particular joy in the stories that focused on your little pirate family.
You would tell him of Marnie, the bear-like man in charge of the kitchen, who you swear was the softest guy you had ever known. Everything he touched turned into a delicacy and his passion for good ingredients and cooking got even you excited to try your hand at making a dish, only to end up burning your hand and the meal tasting like it had gone bad a week ago, thus swiftly ending your career as a kitchen helper.
You would tell him of Val, the outlook who loves reading more than anything ever since your mother taught him. He keeps a little box full of books he procures from the towns you visit. Val doesnât talk much but heâs generally good company and loves telling you about the plots of his novels.
You would tell him of Arlen, a tall scary-looking guy who was in charge of keeping all of your weapons sharp and battle-ready. Despite looking so fierce and battleworn, Arlen was quite the romantic, swooning here and there over the beauty of the world.
You would tell him of Marlo, who was with you ever since you were born for he was your fatherâs childhood friend. Marlo lies and talks a lot of bullshit all day long but that made him the greatest storyteller on board because he could exaggerate the hell out of the tales he told.
And finally, you would tell him of your parents, who fell in love when your father was just a scrawny lad robbing a bar blind with his crew of misfits. He swept her off her feet and promised her a future full of wealth and a lifetime of love in their little family.
It was a fair exchange, because Hyunjin, after a few days of only you entrusting stories to him, started telling you of his own life.
He was born in an alcove to two very loving parents when the weather just started changing, the water slowly warming up with each day passing, the sun more happy to be out and about. He was the only one of his clutch that survived, so he didnât have any brothers or sisters.
When he was just a little fish, his parents got caught up in some kind of conflict between a group of sirens and, in order to protect their only son, gave their lives so he could swim away.
You noticed his voice came out strained, so you silently took his hand into yours in an effort to comfort him. It was your first time initiating touch with him and he accepted it gratefully, continuing on with his story.
âI was alone for quite a while, but my parents taught me wellâ, he said, âuntil I met a bunch of other sirens, all male, which was weird, since all the other sirens I had met during my life always had females with them for one reason or another. They were weird for that but what was even weirder is that⊠I stuck with them for a while and they started feeling like home.â
You nodded along to his words, your thumb caressing the back of his hand in comforting motions.
âYou had your own little family, hm?â, you whisper and he nods.
âWhat happened to them?â, you ask cautiously, not wanting to push him too far in case he wasnât ready to share that part of the story with you yet. His gills fluttered as he took in a shaky breath, his ear fins flapping nervously as his eyes find yours.
âThere was a storm and we got seperated. I donât know where they are.â
Hyunjin doesnât share any more stories that night.
-
A few days into your new castaway life, you figure you should change or at least clean the bandages for your wound so it doesnât get infected. Even after diligently checking through the supplies you gathered in your time here, there isnât an awful lot of cloth amongst it.
You sigh and look down at your clothes, already mourning the fabric.
You trudge over to where Hyunjin was lounging about. In a way, you envy him for not having to wear proper clothing. Most of what he was wearing consisted of various seashells, fishing lines and other sea artefacts that he, or one of his friends, assembled to resemble necklaces, bracelets and decorations for his tail.
If he was human, he would be quite fashionable, you think.
âHyunjinâ, you whine and he cracks open one eye to look up at you.
âCan you use your claws to cut off some fabric from my clothes for new bandages?â
He mutters a quiet âsureâ and sits up, making grabby hands with his sharpened nails at you. You giggle at his antics and offer him your pantleg and he gently cuts off enough fabric to dress your wound with.
The next part is kind of awkward because last time you were unconscious and the situation was quite literally life-or-death. You both sit there awkwardly, Hyunjin still with the fabric in hand, not sure how and where to move. What was acceptable? Would you let him take care of you again now that you were fully conscious?
You were the first to break the awkward tension by lifting your shirt up.
âHelp me, again?â â you choke out and Hyunjin feels like jumping into the water and swimming away as far as he can. He trills something, no words coming out of him, just cute little noises, his ear fins flicking nervously.
He scoots closer to you, the base of his tail settling against your knees and despite his scales looking so scratchy, itâs a smooth, silky feel against your skin.
The old bandages and algae are taken off with ease and Hyunjin curiously eyes your wound, checking if it needs to be cleaned or any other special care. Meanwhile you feel like dying, his careful eyes roaming over your middle feels weirdly intimate and you want to burst into a million pieces at his attention.
Itâs not every day that you get the full attention of a man as beautiful as him. Even rarer that someone you feel attracted to genuinely wants to take care of you. Something stirs in your heart when Hyunjinâs fingers gently trace the outline of your wound, careful to not keep them too close.
âIs this okay?â â he asks when you slightly jump at his touch and you nod back at him in a daze.
He starts bandaging you up gently, occasionally letting his gaze flit up to your face, silently checking whether you were still okay with what was happening. His own neck starts gaining color when he notices how flustered you are by his ministrations and he quickly finishes up, making sure the bandage wasnât too tight but still snug.
âDoneâ â he trills and quickly retracts his hands back to his own body.
On one hand youâre glad itâs over and you can let your body relax again, on the other, you wish he would have kept his hands on you just a little longer.
-
Youâre finally able to complete a safe enough raft when Hyunjin finds the last piece of driftwood that seems stable enough to hold you. While you pack all the things you had gathered for a longer journey on sea, Hyunjin tests the durability of the raft by swimming a few paces out into the ocean and hops onto it.
It seems to pass his tests and he gives you a thumbs up before bringing it back.
âAnd youâre absolutely sure you can swim and pull this at the same time?â â you ask from your place on the raft for the nth time that day, the anxiety gnawing at your core that youâre tasking Hyunjin with something that would end up hurting him.
âTrust me a litte, Iâll be fine!â â he grins and itâs that smile you started to love so much, one where his eyes crinkle a little and remind you of the shape of the moon on some nights. Itâs a smile that usually only comes out when heâs genuine, cackling about something he finds extremely funny or something you said to him makes him so happy he canât hold himself back.
âAlright, fish boy, letâs go, then.â
And oh boy, heâs faster than you thought, pulling you two through the tides as if you weighed nothing to him. Maybe you didnât. Maybe sirens were extremely strong and he simply never showcased it to you as he did with so many things.
You hold onto dear life and try to navigate him towards where you think was Port Vement.
Amidst the waves rocking your little raft, the excitement and anxiety at the thought of seeing your family again rises within your heart.
What if they never survived that attack?
What if something else happened to them and they never made it to the Port?
What if they never came to Port Vement in the first place?
Such thoughts had plagued your mind ever since you started planning to go after them, only momentarily silenced whenever Hyunjin piped up with something he wanted to ask you about ever curiously or whenever the siren popped into your field of vision, effectively ripping you out of your spiral.
Itâs a moment of clarity, your chest constricting at the realisation that in these few days together, you really grew attached to your unlikely acquaintance. A realisation that forces a small part of your brain to wish that you could just stay with him instead of returning to your family. Because a returnal would mean that you would have to say goodbye to him and maybe never see him again, your worlds too different to be allowed to collide for too long.
You donât talk a lot during your travels and when night eventually falls, Hyunjin is far too tired to keep up with idle conversations. His tail is gently curled around the raft as he rests his body on the wood beside you, slumbering peacefully as the waves rock you two in a soft but steady rhythm. Your hand finds its way into the soft tresses of his hair, your fingers carding through his locks in an effort to comfort and thank him for his efforts during the day.
That fall off your ship could have easily ended in your death. A deep cut in your side, the bloodloss and the strong tides would have killed you right then and there, slowly draining your strength until there was none left.
If Hyunjin didnât decide to help you out of the kindness of his heart, that would have been it. He didnât need to help you or stay by your side to ensure that you had food and were safe. Probably shouldnât have helped you if he wanted to keep himself safe.
But he did anyway. And for that you were incredibly grateful, yet you didnât have a proper chance to show him that and it made you feel guilty. So all you could do for the moment was ensure that he was healthy and offer him all the comfort he needed.
Surprisingly, the journey was more boring than you expected. There were no storms, no complications, barely any ships nearby that couldâve been trouble for a stray girl and her equally stray siren.
When you see Port Vement in the distance, you let out a yell that scares Hyunjin so much he momentarily stops swimming to look back at you in horror.
âPort Vement, Hyunjin! We made it! You did it!!â â you excitedly celebrate and crawl forward on your raft to take him into your arms tightly. Hyunjin startles at your sudden touch but relaxes into your hold, his webbed fingers coming up to pat your back.
âI promise you, Iâm gonna buy you as much food as you want, whatever you want, Iâll make it possible! Thereâs not enough ways in the world to thank youâ â you sob into his shoulder, suddenly emotional over the whole ordeal.
He really doesnât like it that youâre crying but having you in his arms feels so right, so comforting to his heart that he physically feels his feelings for you click into place, finally slotting into the spaces where they belonged.
âLetâs get you out of the water, thenâ â he trills shyly and you sniff as you settle back onto the raft so Hyunjin can pull you the last few meters.
With shaky legs you finally stand on solid ground again.
Port Vement had always been something of a safe haven for your family so it felt good to be back somewhere familiar. You tell Hyunjin youâre gonna check out the docks to see if your familyâs ship is there and he promises you heâll stay nearby watching over you in case something happened.
Your mind races as you hurry to the docks, all the questions bubbling up again that spike your anxiety. The uneven road makes you trip and bump into people passing you by but you donât much care for their complaints as you make your way down the streets. Your heart is beating fast inside your ribs, almost painfully so, making you feel like youâre drowning again.
Everything comes to a halt around you as all your fears slip clean off your shoulders when you take in the glory that is your familyâs ship. You want to break down and cry now that you finally know theyâre here and safe but you knock some sense into yourself as you wrack your brain for possible locations they couldâve fled to in this town.
There were several shops and fishermen around trying to sell their wares but you doubt youâd find one of them there, especially with the sun setting already. Then your eyes stop at a shield hanging from one of the big wooden doors around you.
A tavern.
Bingo.
You break out into a sprint again, ripping the door open and startling several of the guests. Ignoring all of their complaints is easy when your eyes zero in on one table in the far back where your father is cackling obnoxiously loud, probably about some lame joke Marlo made.
âDad!â â you yell and hurry over to their table. When they notice you, everyoneâs eyes turn as big as saucers and the table almost topples over with the force of everyone suddenly standing up, trying to get to you first.
This time you really cry when the first pair of arms encircles you, soon to be followed by countless more, the lot of you just ending up in a big cuddle pile.
âYou donât know how much I missed youâ â you cry and everyone shares your sentiment.
âWe thought you died!â
âHow did you survive that?!â
âWhere have you been this entire time?!â
âHow did you get to this island?!â
You answer all of their questions throughout the evening and in-between beers. For a moment, you think whether to tell them about Hyunjinâs existence or to obscure it to keep him safe in case someone else was listening in on your conversation. You settle on whispering it to your parents while the others are busy getting shitfaced. Youâre your parents are surprised would be an understatement and they donât believe you at first, thinking you might have taken a hit to your head or that you started to hallucinate in your absence.
Your insistence on the truthfulness of your story makes them eventually back down and give in.
âI donât want to do anything he doesnât want to, so I donât know if youâll ever meet him but⊠I just wanted you to know that my survival was thanks to a kind soulâ â you mumble to them and your own statement makes you suddenly go rigid.
In your revery and celebration you totally forgot that Hyunjin was waiting for you.
You excuse yourself hastily, only your parents knowing the real reason why you would suddenly leave, and run outside to where you had last seen him. New anxieties swirl in your head. What if he left? What if that was it and you never got to say a proper goodbye to him? Thank him for what heâs done?
The coast was entirely clear so you called out to him in the dark.
âHyunjin?â
Silence.
âHyunjin? Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you wait for so long!â
The waves softly crash against the shores.
âMy parents know about you, I hope that was fine? Theyâre very grateful, just like I am!â
The sounds of drunken hollering from the town reach your ears but thankfully theyâre quiet, too far away to be a concern.
âPlease donât tell me you leftâŠâ â your voice gets quieter with each time you call out to him.
Thatâs when you spot something in the water. Two glowing orbs watching you from beneath the water. A relieved sigh escapes your lungs and your eyes sting, marking the fourth time you want to cry today.
You carefully step to the edge of the water and crouch down to place your hand into the sea. Thereâs a few moments before the yellow glow starts gliding through the water towards you and something suddenly takes your hand into theirs.
Hyunjinâs head peeks out of the water and you can see him pout.
âI thought you left me for goodâ â he mumbles into the water and despite his overly dramatic pout, you know he means it.
âI really am sorry⊠I got carried away after seeing my family again but I should have at least given you a sign or something instead of letting you wait without knowing whatâs going onâ â you caress his cheek, letting your thumb graze over the miniscule fins protruding from his cheekbones and Hyunjin lets out a soft trill.
âI was scaredâ â he doesnât look you in the eyes anymore after his admission and your heart breaks.
âDonât leave me, youâre all I haveâ â he sounds so broken, so different from the boy that kept giggling over the dumbest things you told him.
âHyunjinâŠâ
The water splashes around him when he pushes his body up on the stone, tail flailing behind him. When his hands find purchase on your shoulders, his retracted nails digging into your flesh, you half think he is going to live up to the siren stereotypes and drag you into the depths, but instead, his plush lips crash into yours haphazardly.
For a moment youâre taken aback, the force of the kiss so sudden, but your heart swells when your mind finally catches up to what was happening, your lips starting to move against his.
He tastes salty and a bit fishy, you can feel his fangs when you push your lips against his. Hyunjin is in a constant battle with himself of wanting to savor this and wanting to rush to the next part. His body wins and he timidly licks your lips, requesting you to open your mouth for him.
As you two kiss, pouring every amount of yearning and love into it, your arms circle around his small waist, pulling him further against your body. A pleased trill escapes his lips and you smile against him, licking excitedly into his mouth. You notice his tongue is different from yours, forked at the end and longer overall. Your tongue catches a few times on the many little fangs in his mouth but you donât mind. Right now, youâre on cloud nine.
âThe feelings I have in my chest are too big to put into wordsâ â he says breathlessly when you part, foreheads touching.
âCan you show them to me?â
Hyunjin nearly sobs at your question, his mind pushing him to do a million things at the same time. How does one put their love into actions properly? How could he possibly show you how much you grew to mean to him within the days you spent together with just one action?
The rest of his tail lifts out of the water and envelops you, his arms pushing you to rest your head against his chest as he cradles you.
âMy mother used to hold me like thisâ â he begins quietly, his heart thumping loudly against your ear.
âShe said that as long as her heart was beating in her chest and I could hear it like this, I wouldnât have to worry about anything. And even long after the beating of her heart faded out, I could remember it and be sure that for as long as she lived, her heart was beating for meâ â he hugs you tighter against his chest, his cheek resting atop your head.
The two of you stay like this for a while, just breathing with each other, feeling each otherâs skin. You give little kisses to his chest, finally getting to touch his scales like you wanted to the moment you met him.
âI know itâs not a replacement for what you lost, but for the time being until we find your friends again, if you wanted to, I could probably convince the others to take you with us, you know.â
âYou would?â
âOf course I would, you dummyâ, you giggle and poke his side and he lets out a trill again, much to your joy.
âMy parents already know about you and even though a part of them probably thinks their daughter has lost it, they would accept you without thought. You saved me and showed me more kindness than another human might in a situation like this, youâre probably already part of the crew in their heads.â
Hyunjin sobs and hugs you even tighter to his body, his tail wrapping protectively around your legs.
In the quiet of the night, you two whisper about better tomorrows and a future filled with love to each other.
You donât return to your family until morning.
-
The introduction between Hyunjin and your family went as well as you could have hoped. While most of them were weary at first, scared, that he was going to turn on them and do siren things to them, they accepted him after seeing that he was equally as shy about meeting them. Plus, they couldnât argue with you for long when you kept insisting that he was the only reason you were alive right now.
The crew went about loading and repairing the ship from the damages it endured during the battle, meaning that you werenât going to leave this place for a few days at least. Hyunjin curiously watched the hustle and bustle from a short distance away, not wanting to be in the way or risking getting seen by locals who didnât know about him.
Your father approaches you on the last day of repairs, asking you to check out a new little addition to the pirate ship, one that has you gasping in happiness.
They decided to add a small, silly lift and a bunch of nets that were sturdy enough to hold Hyunjin on the side of the ship. That way, he could either use the lift with the help of someone on board or climb his way on deck using the nets. With an addition like this you were absolutely sure that Hyunjin was now part of the family and with an excited skip in your step you run to tell him about it.
He seems just as excited about it, his ear fins flickering happily and a huge grin on his face. Just one issue.
âDo youâŠuhm, have a bucket of water or something for me to sit in? Iâm going to dry out otherwise.â
You scratch your head in thought. You kind of forgot that he needs water to survive, never having seen him outside of it for long.
âWe got that covered, lad!â, Marnie yells, scaring both of you, as he unloads the last ingredients for the kitchen on deck.
âNear the spot where our dear y/n always sunbathes we put up a big tub already filled with salty sea water for ye!â
Hyunjinâs eyes glitter in joy and he claps his hands together excitedly.
ây/n! Help me up! Iâve always wanted to see what itâs like to be on a big ship like this!â
You chuckle and run on board towards the lift, and with little trouble you get the siren on board. A little more physical effort from both of you is needed to get Hyunjin across the deck and into the tub but when his cute little fish butt hits the water the two of you let out a pleased sigh.
âThis is great!â â he trills excitedly, not knowing where to look first.
As Hyunjin takes in all the sights and the difference in height, you take the opportunity to observe the rest of the ship, a sense of calm settling in your chest at the thought of having both your family back and Hyunjin by your side.
-
Travelling with a siren by your side proves to be quite advantageous. The fishing takes half the time with Hyunjin speeding through the nearby waters and snatching up any fish big and beautiful enough to be considered meal-worthy by Marnie while your father desperately tries to do it the old-fashioned way only to lose to the siren every time.
To make up for every defeat, Hyunjinâs second job as a pirate is scouting ahead of your ship to make sure youâre not running into any law enforcement or other pirates that could prove dangerous.
He seems to love being needed for specific tasks.
The next time the opportunity arises for your crew to steal from a rich guy, Arlen casually takes a painting off the wall to offer it to Hyunjin later. He tries to brush it off as not a big deal, yet he canât escape getting pulled into a big hug as Hyunjin thanks him wholeheartedly.
Arlen would never admit it to anyone but he teared up a bit at the genuine excitement bubbling off the siren just because he gave him a little gift.
The others soon also realised Hyunjinâs love for art so it escalated into something of a tradition for any crewmember to always bring back something from the world of art for their new fish buddy.
-
Today was one of the boring days, the entire crew on land for their business endeavors. The ship wasnât docked as usual, a short distance away from land so they had to use the row boats to get to their destination. That left Hyunjin and you alone on the boat, lounging about in the sun. He let one arm lazily dangle outside of his tub to hold your hand with.
You suddenly realise that with the entire crew gone, probably until the next day, you could finally get some much needed kisses in. Ever since you took off from Port Vement, Hyunjin and you had to abstain from too much physical contact since you didnât want to scare your parents with both bringing a real siren to the crew and explaining that he might be their new son-in-law.
Hyunjin cracks his eyes open when he feels your hand caressing his cheek. Without warning, you press a kiss to his lips and he feels like bursting at the seams, after being deprived of your loving touch for so long. It was just the start of your relationship and he immediately had to hold himself back from all the physical affections he wanted to give you. It was kind of unfair.
All the more reason for him to meet your kiss with as much fervor as he could muster. The miniscule fins on his cheekbones tickle you when you deepen the kiss, your tongue gliding over his forked one. Your heart beats erratically at your chest at you finally being able to kiss him again, your desperation transferring over to your movements being overly eager, accidentally knocking your teeth together but Hyunjin doesnât seem to mind. On the contrary, it seems to spur him on even more, his hand finding its place on your waist, squeezing your flesh rhythmically.
You decide to be bold and lift your body in the tub, your legs on each side of his tail. Hyunjin looks up at you with an open mouth and big, glazed over eyes, clearly startled.
âYour clothesâŠâ
âForget about them, Hyune.â
And you descend back on him, your lips clashing with his. Your fingertips graze his ear fins and he lets out a high trill at the back of his throat. They must be sensitive. You store that knowledge in the back of your head for later.
Hyunjin is restless, unsure of where heâs allowed to touch, if heâs supposed to just trust his instincts, let his body do whatever it wanted. You were clearly just doing whatever came to your mind, grinding your core into his tail and letting out small whimpers against his lips that drove him crazy. He needed to know, so he gently pushes you away from him.
âAre you sure?â
You look at him dazed and it seems to take a second before his question registers in your head.
âMore than sure. Do whatever feels right, Hyune.â
That about does it for him. His body presses into yours as he attaches his lips on your neck, sucking and peppering it with kisses. Your hands glide over the many fins along his spine, lightly scratching at the base of them and earning another trill from him. Your shirt is discarded haphazardly and thrown somewhere nearby the tub, leaving you bare in front of him. His curious eyes roam hungrily over your chest, a hand coming up to cup your breast experimentally.
âWhere can I touch you?â â you breathe against him and Hyunjin suddenly grows shy. A red blush starts to creep up on his neck but he takes one of your hands into his regardless and places it on a specific part on the front of his tail.
âYou⊠you know my ear fins are sensitive and the top of my body works similar to a humanâs but, uhm⊠this is, you knowâŠâ â he stammers as you press your fingers into his scales gently. A small slit runs horizontally up his tail between his scales and in a burst of curiosity, you press your fingers inside, causing Hyunjin to throw his head back against the tub and let out a long moan.
âI seeâ â you tell him and continue to lightly press your fingers against his slippery walls. Your ministrations have him writhing and squirming underneath you, letting out small wanton moans mixed with trills.
Something soon pushes your fingers away and you take a moment to look at the mess Hyunjin had become while you were busy playing with him. He already looked so fucked out, his eyes glossy and glazed over, his hair falling around him messily like a crown, his chest heaving as he looked up at you.
He still was the prettiest thing you ever saw.
ây/n⊠pleaseâŠâ â he tugs at your pants and you realise youâre still completely dressed from the waist down. You hastily step out of the tub to get rid of the last few offending garments, bearing yourself entirely to him. As you step back in, you see what was pushing against your fingers just a moment ago.
That makes everything a little easier to figure out, as two cocks, similar in color to his tail, protrude from the slit, one a little bit larger than the other. But before you can touch him again, he urges you to sit on the edge of the wooden tub, eager to get his mouth on you. His forked tongue delves between your folds, experimentally licking up and down before focusing its attack entirely on your clit as he suckles.
Your hand tangles itself into his luscious hair, keeping him in place. The effort was kind of in vain because Hyunjin would rather die than part from you at this moment, greedily licking up your juices just to hear more of those melodic moans spilling from your lips. Just as much as you grew obsessed with his fascinating voice and trills, he grew to love your voice the same way.
Carefully, with retracted claws, one of his long fingers prods at your entrance before slipping in until the membrane stopped it from going any further.
âYouâre doing so wellâŠâ â you praise him and earn a trill, your hands starting to massage his ear fins to give some of the pleasure back.
His ministrations soon bring you to your first climax and leave both of you panting and wanting for more.
Hyunjin eases you back into the tub to hover over his crotch. He gently takes the bigger one of his cocks into his hand, hissing at the contact after going for so long with no touches, and angles it towards your entrance for you to sink down on.
You both moan as you sink down to the hilt, his smaller cock nestling directly against your clit. Time stands seemingly still as you get used to the unusual stretch.
âYou okay?â â Hyunjin whispers and soothingly rubs your lower back, his cold hands soothing against your burning flesh. You nod at him, letting your body fall against his, chest against chest, your arms circling around his waist as your face buries itself into his neck.
âCan you move?â
Hyunjin trills and obeys your command without thought, moving his hips in slow motions, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. The extra stimulation from his smaller cock against your front makes you whine into his neck which you pepper with kisses, his gills fluttering at the caress of your lips.
âYou feel so goodâŠâ â Hyunjin all but whimpers, his hands finding purchase on your hips to move you against him. You hug his chest tighter as you feel your orgasm build up a second time.
âCan IâŠuhm-â
âDo whatever you want, Hyune. Please.â
You feel him kiss the crown of your head and his strong tail bracing itself against the wooden tub before his pace gets rougher and faster, water beginning to slosh out at the sides. The drag of his two cocks against you is too much for you, your cunt clenching around him as you come with a strained moan into his chest.
âAh⊠I love you, y/n. I love you, I really do. Where do I-â
âInside.â
âReally?â
âI want all of you, Hyunjin.â
You lift up and take his face between your hands to look at him as his hips stutter into you in an uneven rhythm until you feel his cum filling you up. That trill accompanies his voice even as he comes. He looks beautiful, his eyes full of adoration, his lips slightly apart as he comes down from his high slowly.
You two hold onto each other, just basking in eachotherâs closeness for a while before his cock slips out of you, retracting back into his slit now that itâs all over and no longer needed.
âI love you, too, by the way.â
And Hyunjin couldnât be happier, his ear fins flapping happily as he nuzzles his face further into your hair.
-
You do eventually tell your parents about the relationship between you and Hyunjin and although they seem extremely hesitant at first, they figure they canât really do anything to stop you from pursuing him with the way heâs bonded to you.
The crew eventually returns to Port Vement to stay there for a few days and Hyunjin and you find yourselves on the same part of the shore where your relationship started taking a turn.
You both lounge about beneath the stars, you tucked carefully into his chest. Originally you were scared that Hyunjin and your world were too different for this to go well but you found that despite him being a sea dweller and kind of a menace sometimes, that the two of you are a better fit than you expected.
When you want to tell him another story from your childhood for old timeâs sake, you find him already fast asleep in the sand next to you. You smile and kiss the corner of his mouth before settling back against his chest.
Whatever battles lie ahead, youâre sure Hyunjin would pull you from the depths again and again and anyone daring to attack him for what he was would face your entire crews wrath.
As long as your hearts beat, they beat for eachother, youâre sure of that.
-
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giggling so bad imagining R shaving her bush and sevika being like oh my god do u hate me?!?! what did I do?!?! how can I make it up to u I'm sorry pleeeeeease never do this again we can talk it out next time please đđ
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men and minors dni
last month, your period crept up on you, and you woke up half convinced you'd been stabbed in your sleep.
you and sevika didn't even try to salvage the sheets, just throwing them in the trash before re-making the bed. your pajamas were ruined, and, grossest of all, your crotch was a sticky, bloody mess.
so, this month to avoid any more incidents, you've been sleeping on a towel in anticipation, wearing a pad to bed just in case, and... you've shaved.
you haven't shaved in years. you and sevika are both bush enjoyers, and neither of you have ever felt the need to take a razor to your pits or legs since you started dating. finding a razor to use is almost impossible, but you manage to find one buried in the far back of your bathroom closet.
you feel so... cold. and smooth. you're hyper-aware of the feeling of your underwear rubbing on your skin. it's strange. not unpleasant, but strange. with one last look down your pants at your hair-less pussy, you shrug and crawl into bed.
you think that's the end of it.
you go to sleep easily, waking up about an hour later when sevika crawls in bed behind you. she kisses you gently and you hum, wrapping your arms around her before you both fall asleep.
in the morning, though, you wake up to a horrified gasp.
"what!? what is it, is someone breaking in?" you ask, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes. as you pull your hands away, though, you don't find sevika sitting beside you where she should be. she's hovering on top of you on all fours, a horrified look on her face. "sevika, what?!" you ask, your heart pounding in your chest.
"you shaved?!" sevika cries. you blink, your mind still half asleep, before finally looking down at your crotch.
you burst into laughter as you do. sevika's pulled your pants down your thighs in your sleep, clearly trying to give you a nice wake up call, and she's just now seeing your bare cunt. "sevika, for fuck's sake, i thought something horrible happened!" you laugh.
"something horrible has happened! why the fuck did you shave!?" sevika asks, her eyes wide and heartbroken. "d-did i piss you off, or something? whatever it is, baby, i promise i'll make it up to yo--"
"sevika!" you cackle. sevika pouts as she looks up from your pussy to your face. "baby, i shaved because my period's on the way and i didn't wanna deal with the mess again."
sevika's looking at you like you've lost your mind. "wha-- fuck that!" she whines. you chuckle. "what the fuck am i supposed to do when i'm goin' down on you now? my nose is gonna get all cold, i won't have anything to run my fingers through..." sevika looks seriously upset. you giggle just a little at the absurdity of the situation, then reach up to cup her face.
"it'll grow back, baby." you promise. sevika frowns.
"but then you'll just shave it off again!"
"no, i won't babe." you say. "not if you feel this strongly about it. plus, it's a lotta work-- i was scared to death i was gonna cut one of my lips off or something."
sevika chuckles. "thank you." she sighs, kissing your lips. you grin.
"thank you. y'know, most people have to deal with the opposite-- their partners forcin' them to shave before any intimacy at all... i'm glad you prefer the option that requires the least amount of work possible for me."
sevika giggles and kisses you. "i am pretty amazing, aren't i?" she asks. you nod.
"the fuckin' best." you agree.
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iâve always loved the piastri sis lore because the sibling dynamic is so healthy but just to switch it up a little bit in the tiny verstappen!sis universe i can imagine her skipping out on the WDC celebrations with max and be with charles instead and max is a little mad at her at qatar until kelly knocks sense into him đ„°
verstappen!sister was one of the first f1 fics i ever posted đ„șđ„ș its kinda heartwarming that you guys still remember it and want to read more about them! it was nice to take a dip into that little world agai, i hope you like this!
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The neon lights of Las Vegas blurred through as you rushed through the paddock, your heart torn between two directions. Behind you, the thunderous celebration at Red Bull's garage continued â your brother Max had just sealed his fourth world championship. Any other day, you'd be right there, spraying champagne and screaming until your voice gave out.
But right now, all you could think about was Charles.
You found him in the Ferrari cooldown room, still in his race suit, head in his hands. He looked up when you entered, those green eyes stormy with frustration.
"Mon coeur," he whispered, and despite his evident pain, his lips curved into a small smile at the sight of you. "You're here."
You crossed the room quickly, wrapping your arms around him. He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply. "Of course I'm here. Always."
"I had it," he mumbled against your skin. "I had the pace, the position... everything. Then they called me in at the worst possible momentâ" His voice cracked slightly.
You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I know, baby. I watched the whole thing."
Charles pulled back slightly, cupping your face with both hands. "You should be celebrating with Max, though. It's his championship. I don't want to take you away from that."
"You're not taking me anywhere," you said firmly, pressing your forehead to his. "I choose to be here."
He kissed you softly, gratefully. "Je t'aime. What did I do to deserve you?"
"Existed," you smiled against his lips. "Come on, let's get you out of here."
As you were leaving the cooldown room, hand in hand with Charles, you nearly collided with Max in the corridor. Your brother was still in his race suit, championship cap askew, smelling of champagne and victory.
"YN?" His voice was smaller than usual. "Where were you? Everyone was asking... we were all celebrating and you just disappeared."
Guilt twisted in your stomach. "Max, I'm so sorry, Iâ"
"She was with me," Charles said quietly, squeezing your hand.
Max's face fell slightly, though he tried to hide it. "Oh." He looked between you both, jaw working like he was trying to find the right words. "I thought... it's the championship, YN. Our fourth championship."
"I know," you said, stepping forward to hug him tightly. "And I'm so, so proud of you. You were incredible out there. But Charles needed me."
Max returned the hug, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders. When he pulled back, his expression was complicated â hurt mixed with resignation.
"Sure, whatever. Stay with your boyfriend." He shook his head, jaw clenched. "It's fine. Not like it's my fourth world championship or anything."
The sarcasm in his voice cut deep. Before you could respond, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you and Charles standing in the corridor.
The next morning, you found Max in the hotel gym, pounding away at a treadmill despite probably being hungover from the celebrations. You knew your brother well enough to recognize when he was working out his frustrations physically.
"Max," you called out softly.
He didn't look at you, just kept running. "Shouldn't you be with Charles?"
"Can we talk? Please?"
He jabbed at the treadmill controls, slowing to a stop. When he finally turned to face you, his expression was guarded. "About what? About how you ditched your own brother's championship celebration to comfort your boyfriend? Because he finished P4?" He grabbed his towel, wiping his face roughly. "Real nice, sister."
"That's not fair and you know it."
"Kelly already gave me the whole speech last night, you know," he said, "Something about 'understanding love' and 'being supportive' and how she'd do the same for me."
"And?"
"And I told her she's supposed to be on my side," he said, but there was less heat in his voice than before. "She just laughed at me."
You sat down on a nearby bench, and after a moment, he joined you. "I'm still mad," he admitted. "And it's still weird as hell that my sister is dating Charles bloody Leclerc of all people."
"Could be worse," you tried. "Could've been Lewis."
"Don't even joke about that," he groaned, but you caught the tiny smile he tried to hide. His face turned serious again. "Kelly made some good points though. About how she'd choose to be with me if I was struggling after a race, even if it meant missing something important. Still doesn't mean I like it."
"I really am sorry about disappearing like that."
"I wanted my sister there," Max's voice cracked slightly. "You've been there for every important moment in my career. Every single one. Until yesterday. It's like ever since you started dating him, I'm losing my little sister bit by bit."
"You're not losing me, Max. You're my brother, nothing will ever change that. But Charles...I love him."
Max was quiet for a long moment. "You really love him that much? It's that serious?"
"Yeah," you whispered. "It is."
He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "I still don't like it. And I'm still mad about yesterday." He paused, then added grudgingly, "But I guess I need to get used to sharing you. Just... don't disappear on me like that again, okay? I had to listen to Helmut asking if you were sick or something. Do you know how awkward it was explaining that my sister was too busy consoling a Ferrari driver to celebrate with us?"
"Did you actually tell him that?"
"No, I told him you had a headache. You're welcome, by the way." He paused. "But seriously, YN. I get that you love him or whateverâ" he made a face at the words, "âbut you're still my sister."
"And you're still my annoying big brother," you leaned against his shoulder. "So... fourth championship, huh? Getting a bit boring now, isn't it?"
"Never," he grinned, then added more seriously, "Would've been better with you there though."
"I'll make it up to you. Plus, there's still family dinner tonight."
"Yeah, about that..." Max's expression turned mischievous. "I might have told Mom to make that really spicy Indonesian dish Charles couldn't handle last time."
"Max!"
"What? If he's going to be family, he needs to build up his tolerance," he said innocently. "Besides, it's payback for making me miss my sister at my championship celebration."
"You're impossible."
"Yeah, but I'm a four-time world champion impossible brother," he smirked, pulling you into a headlock like when you were kids. "And don't you forget it."
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Arguments with various characters
S1! jinx , S2! vi , S2! caitlyn , and ekko x fem! reader
arguing , mention of having a crush ( vi ) , hurt/no comfort , cursing , mentions of marriage ( caitlyn ) , drinking ( vi ) , mention of reader working in the brothel ( not prostitute ( vi ) ) , suspected cheating ( caitlyn ) , injured reader ( ekko )
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JINX
arguments with her are usually light and can easily be dismissed or solved quickly but this is very different. silco has been pressuring her as of late about her weapon for the hex gemstone; which has been stressing her out and getting more irritated by everything little thing. âjinx baby?â you spoke softly, trying to not make her anymore irritated. âyes toots?â she frantically looking back and forth at her parts and blueprints for her fishbones, âare you doing okay? do you eat?â
she shrugged her shoulders, continuing to screw the screws in. you silently gulped and walked closer to her. âlisten babyâŠcan you take a break or something? i donât remember the last time you slept or even eat andââ âshut up.â you immediately looked her way like you misheard her. âi-im sorry what..?â she kissed her teeth, â i said shut up! all you ever do is nag and nag around me! do ever shut up? iâm trying to work so i can hurry up and finish this project, but no you just canât seem to leave me alone while youâreââ she stops mid sentence, looking to see where you were last standing, ây/n?â she asked to absolutely nothing. she rolled her eyes, not bothering to think about you anymore, too focused on the hexgem project.
walking through the streets of Zaun, tears blurring your vision as you do your best to wipe them away but if anything you made your mind clear as day in Piltover; she doesnât need you there anymore. continuing to walk through the lanes until you reached your home.
VI
pitfights. you hate noâloath them. so imagine your reaction to hearing that your crush becamea pitfighter after that massive fall out with the stupid top side girl. you watched as a friend of hers drag her up the stairs then she starts pushing him off and telling him to fuck off. you watch as the friend just walked away; already tired of her bullshit.
you breathe, mentally preparing yourself and your lecture of what you want to say as you head up the stairs slowly until you reached the door. out of curiosity, you reached for the doorknob, and its unlocked. âof course this idiot wouldnât lock the door.â you thought, twisting it and slowly pushing the door, seeing vi collapsed on the bed but still awake. you clear your throat loudly, catching her attention as you stand close to the now closed door. âvi.â your voice cautious but fed up. watching her destroy herself over a top side is so pathetic, even jinx powder would laugh in her face. vi groaned tiredly, âcanât seem to catch a fucking break anymore.â
âfuck a break! what do you think youâre doing?!â you wave your hand around, as you often talk with your hands. âwhat the hell are you talking aboutâŠ!?â vi retorted back. âlook around you vi, and your hair! your outfit! youâre a damn pitfighter.â you pointed at everything you mentioned, âwhy?! is it because of that fall out you had with that stupid top side girl..?!â vi abruptly gets up and stands in front of you. the smell of strong beer and whiskey clog your nose, in her breath, her clothes, everywhere, âdonât you dare bring her up.â you scoffed, âwhy not? she treats you like shit but now youâre a floor licking puppy for her..?â you stare at her, raised eyebrow, âat least she was better than you in many ways than one.â âexcuse me?â âget the fuck out y/n. go back to being a fucking prostitute or something.â âiâm not a prostiââ she punched the wall next to your head, you flinch, hard. âout.â her voice threatening. your hands and feet quickly move as you open the door and fumble out of the apartment was vi was was.
CAITLYN
a lot has happened in a short amount of time, well, caitlyn proposed to you, then jinx blew up the council and killed her mother, then your fiancĂ©e became a damn Dictator and has been worked and training nonstop with Ambessa, and youâre starting to worry. she has been looking burned out a lot more and tired to even notice you sitting next to her on her desk as she stresses over paperwork.
âdear?â you twirled your finger around her loose hair. she jumps a bit, snapping out her thoughts and looking up to see her fiancĂ©e, you, âsorry darling, do you need something?â she fidgets with her pen and fingers, you smile at her weakly, âyour dinner is cold.â you point to the cold dinner plate, nothing eaten on the side table next to her. caitlyn sighs heavily. âright, i apologize my dear, illâŠmake sure to eat.â âthis is the fourth time dear. you canât be a commander with zero energy.â you cross your arms over your chest, âi know know iâm justâ âiâm starting to think ambessa was a bad idea again. i worried about all this pressure and process. like especially after your mother died, this isnât good..â caitlynâs fist banged against the desk, stopping you mid sentence.
âi donât need your pity or concerns right now.â you stare at her, confused. âwhat are you talking about right now dear?â âiâm saying you talk too damn much.â she stood up, the chair scratches against the floor and walks away from the desk, âwhere are you going?â you asked while sliding off the desk, âout. i need some fresh air.â you tilt your head to the side and keep your arms crossed, âfresh air? or maddie?â the blued hair commander stopped dead in her tracks, âwhatâŠwhat did you just say?â you scoffed, as you walked past her, bumping her shoulder. you open the door, revealing maddie with paper works in her hands, âiâll take my leave.â
EKKO
patrolling the area around the safe area, but your mind consumed with the thoughts of your boyfriend, heâs starting to overworking again. and thatâs pissing you off. months of you guys dating and he still doesnât get the memo. you sat on top of the tunnel entrance towards the hideout. staring up at the stars, wishing ekko was here with you.
suddenly, you feel a long cold metal jabbed into your side. you immediately clutch it to stop it from entering further until the culprit kicked you in the back, causing you to roll off the top and your body thudding against the cold concrete then you saw black. you wake up, the knife removed and youâre wrapped in bandages around your stomach and your arm is in a cast. your eyes adjust to the light shining down upon you, you wince as a headache rises and you hear muffled sounds of someone screaming your name. once your mind finally adjusts to everything, you hear ekko,
âhey hey hey! firebug! what happened?â his hands placing everywhere patting you down. you wince again, âekkoâŠthat hurts..â you fully open your eyes. âwhat happened? why did someone find you outside of the base, bleeding out?â he raised his voice, not scary but scared. âiâŠi was patrolling around the entrance andââ âpatrolling? didnât i say youâre not allowed to patrol unless iâm there?â his voice switch to low. âi can take care of myself ekko.â he gritted his teeth, âwell clearly you can not! look at you now! you donât ever listen huh?â he started pacing back and forth, âitâs like youâre deaf or something, i said no! and you do the entire fucking opposite!â he grabs his mask and hoverboard, stops to say something but rejected that idea and just left.
ekko was so hard to do ngl cause what has he done for to cause an argumentđ§ââïžand you notice how short-ish jinx is? yea cause i can never actually be mad at jinx.
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Prompt: Against Danny's wishes, Bruce attempts to gain custody of him. Danny responds by fleeing.
Found in the @haunting-heroes-creative-games discord server. Rabbit, I don't know your tumblr, but this one goes out to you.
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"I am not homeless." Danny petulantly mutters. He's a runaway. There is a difference, even if Danny is smart enough not to voice that out loud.
Bruce Wayne, for some god forsaken reason, does not listen.
"Okay, I understand, but your parentsâ"
"Do not talk about my parents." Danny grits his teeth, struggles to keep his fangs in check.
Bruce puts his hands up in surrender, placating. "Amity Park authorities say that Vlad is your new guardian, because he was named your godfather."
Danny just about stops himself from growling. "Vlad is full of shit."
Bruce ignores him. "But the documents were shoddy at best, and as Jack'sâyour father's cousin and a registered foster parent, your teacher thought it was pertinent that I was at least informed."
At that, Danny stills. Mr. Lancer? He would be the only oneâŠ
"And I want to help you, Daniel."
"Danny." Danny unthinkingly corrects, before he scowls. He was too distracted by thoughts of Lancer to keep himself in check.
"Danny," Bruce smiles, "Will you come to Wayne Manor? The other kids would be happy to have you around. The more the merrier I say!"
Danny eyes the hand offered to him. One one hand, anyone is better than Vlad. On the other hand, billionaire to billionaire isn't exactly and upgrade. Plus, Sam has always said that there was something off about the Waynes.
The rich always had a facade, but Sam was never sure why they would hide the preferable (in her opinion) part. Being seen as a smart businessman would be good for Wayne Enterprises. It's fishy that he would act so dopey, it reeks of tricking people into letting their guards down.
As far as Tuck knew, it wasn't like they were making shadey deals, so why the subterfuge?
Speaking of his friends. His chest vibrates. It's unnoticeable to the outside, but to Danny it buzzes through him. His "chest of holding" as Tucker calls it, has the burner phone Sam had gotten him ages ago, when they couldn't deny it anymore and had to make plans for Danny to flee the city.
Getting CPS called on him was not in the plan.
But then again, it's better than Vlad or the GIW.
Danny forces himself to relax, minutely and slowly, it would be suspicious if he were suddenly amiable, and takes a deep breath. He feigns having to war with himself, to weigh his pride and safety.
He reaches over begrudgingly, to Bruce's soft smile and firm handshake.
He just needs a moment. A single, solitary moment. He lets himself be led out of the room, stiff as Bruce gently guides him with a hand on his back.
The man smells of leather and machine oil. Through Danny's senses, he gets ghosts of bats in a well, in a cave, of comradery in space, of kevlar andâ
Flashes of Val, smiling bright enough to match her ever present yellow tanktop, growling through the blackened visor of a red suit, sitting next to him in borrowed clothes and showing him her hoverboard as a sign of truce.
Billionaires, Danny thinks, smell of cologne and money.
They do not, Danny thinks, have polite ghosts waiting for them in the hallway, following them like silent bodyguards, tugging on their expensive shirt sleeves and smiling as if they have saved them, even in death.
Bruce Wayne, Danny thinks, is not all that he claims to be.
But it's not Danny's business if Batman wants to take Danny into his home.
What Batman wants, what Bruce Wayne wants, is irrelevant.
Danny gets in the car and watches through his periphery as a white car silently follows them to the airport.
The seatbelt sign dims with a soft ding as the plane cruises at altitude. Danny wordlessly gets up to use the bathroom, pointing towards it when Bruce hums a questioning tune.
Danny disappears the second he gets the bathroom door closed.
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just the tip (one-shot)
summary: you're ready to take the next step with logan, but you're still a bit nervous. pairing: old man!logan x fem!reader content warnings: explicit smut (18+, mdni), inexperienced reader, missionary, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, logan can't control himself, implied age gap (but no mention of age), no use of y/n. word count: 3k a/n: ok, this is yet another one-shot of complete old man logan filth. it never really is just the tip, is it? đ€ i'm just so obsessed with logan and can't figure out which version of him i want to write on most days lol. honestly, idk where this idea originated from, but here we are... i just have a fantasy of old man logan showing me the ropes ya know... anyway, hope you enjoy! đââïž
Logan doesnât know what he did in this life to ever deserve you. Someone so sweet, so patient, so kind, so pure. He doesnât even know why someone like you would ever be interested in someone like him. He knows heâs no longer in his prime â his hair now a gray shade, beard overgrown with more gray than brown, crowâs feet at the corners of his eyes, wrinkles around his face.Â
And you⊠Youâre obviously much younger than him â everyone is much younger than him â but your innocence and your purity makes you seem so much younger than you really are, despite being very mature for your age. You smile so sweetly at him, gaze at him with such kind eyes that he doesnât ever feel deserving of you.Â
But you had approached him first. All shy and unlike the rest of the girls in your group the night that you both met. You seemed so out of place, like maybe you had just been dragged along for the night because you were quiet, reserved, even when you had three drinks and one shot of tequila already.Â
The rest of your group was loud, outfits way too revealing that everyone had eyes on them. They craved and yearned for the attention, but you were fine with being in the background. This wasnât usually how you spent most Friday nights, but your friends had convinced you and you owed one of them a favor.Â
You werenât the prettiest in the group and you certainly never got the attention of anyone else when you were with them, but you didnât mind. Your friends never made you feel less than you were, always the ones to reassure you and give you the confidence that you lacked.Â
And that night was no different. They had given you the confidence to approach Logan who was keen on spending just a couple of hours drinking his problems and nightmares away. Alone.Â
But when you sat next to him and flashed him that sweet smile paired with those kind eyes, Logan knew he wouldnât have the strength to turn away from you. He tried to act like he wasnât interested, tried to act like talking to you was an inconvenience, but it never deterred you. Instead, you remained seated next to him all throughout the night even well past the time the bar was closing.Â
âYour friends left you,â Logan told you.Â
âThat usually is the plan,â you admitted.Â
His head tilted. âThe plan is to go home with a stranger? Sounds dangerous if you ask me, bub.â
âI donât usually do this.âÂ
âDo what?âÂ
âGo home with a stranger.âÂ
âAinât going home with me,â Logan whispered. âI donât do this either. Too old for this, actually.â
Logan didnât miss the way your face fell at his words. All night, he kept asking himself why did you pick him? What was so special about him that you decided to spend the rest of your night talking to him?Â
âIf I did invite you back to my apartment, would you say yes?â You asked quietly, your kind eyes now filled with hope.Â
âDonât think thatâs a good idea, sweetheart.âÂ
Sweetheart.Â
You didnât push him, wanted to respect his decision and his boundaries. So instead, you grabbed a napkin off the bar counter and a sharpie before writing your name and phone number. âCall me?â
âSure,â Logan lied, staring down at the napkin.Â
Once outside the bar, you pulled out your phone. âWell, I better call a Lyft now. It was really great talking with you, Logan.âÂ
âLet me take you home at least,â he muttered.Â
âOh, you donât have to.âÂ
âIâm a driver,â he chuckled lowly. âIf you called a Lyft, thereâs a high chance that itâd be me who takes you home anyway.âÂ
âOkay,â you smiled up at him and Logan felt his heart race even faster at the sight.Â
And since then, you and Logan had developed a friendship that soon turned physical. Heavy make out sessions and lingering touches, but you hadnât taken that extra step, hadnât gone the full distance.Â
â
âI think Iâm ready,â you tell him, hands resting on his shoulders as you sit on his lap.Â
âFor?â Logan asks, head tilting as his strong hands rest on your upper thighs.Â
âTo have sex with you.âÂ
Logan clears his throat, can feel his manhood stir beneath his pants. He stares into your eyes, tries to search for any uncertainty but you look determined. You look like youâve made up your mind.Â
âSweetheart,â he sighs. âYou know Iâm fine with what weâve been doing. I donât want to push you or make you feel like you need to do this for me. Weâll go at your pace.â
âI trust you,â you admit quietly. âIâm not⊠experienced like other women my age should be, butââ
âInexperienced or not, I donât care about that.â Logan lifts you off his lap and sets you on the couch instead, his hands immediately moving to cover the center of his pants. âWe donât have toââ
âI want this, Logan. I want you. All of you.â You bite your lower lip and move to settle on your knees on the couch, staring up at him. âIâm not a virgin, but I havenât been with many men before.âÂ
Loganâs eyes narrow at you. âOh, that so?â He isnât sure why he feels jealous at your words, imagining other men who've had you in their bed. Heâs had a taste of you, knows exactly what to do to get you to come and youâve done the same to him. And yet, he hasnât had you in a way these other men have.Â
You nod at him, so innocent and pure written on your features. He can sense your nervousness, but he can also smell your arousal. It hits his senses all at once and his gaze darkens. âI just donât want to disappoint you.âÂ
âOh, sweetheart,â Logan smirks. âIâve seen the way you suck my cock,â he growls. âYou ainât gonna disappoint me.âÂ
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, feel the wetness begin to settle between your legs, dampening your panties at his words. You loved when he would talk dirty to you; it only excited you even more. âYâ You like that, huh?âÂ
Logan nods and stands up from the couch, lifting you into his arms without issue. âOf course,â he whispers, taking you to his bedroom as he walks into the room with you in his arms. âI love the fact that you like doing it too.âÂ
You nod in agreement. âI do love it.âÂ
Logan grins and sets you on his bed, watching as you prop yourself on your hands with your lower lip pulled between your teeth. And he wants so badly to respond and tell you that he loves you, but he doesnât. Everyone that heâs ever loved was taken from him, so he doesnât say anything.Â
âI know, youâre like a crazed animal.â Logan chuckles.Â
You pout up in his direction and gently reach out to tug on the waistband of his pants, pulling him to stand between your legs as your free hand moves to massage his crotch.Â
âSee what I mean?â He groans, hardening even further with every graze of your hand. Logan gently takes your hand from him and shakes his head, lifting you further up the bed as he climbs atop of you. âYou sure about this?âÂ
You nod and move your hands to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle flex beneath your fingertips. âYes,â you say almost breathlessly. âIâm just a bit nervous.âÂ
Loganâs gaze softens and he looks down at you. You had broken through his hard exterior, had nestled your way into his heart, and even Charles had taken notice. You make him feel young again, like not all of the worldâs responsibilities are weighing heavy on his shoulders. With you, he feels free, at peace. You manage to quiet all of the voices in his head, but heâd never tell you that.Â
âWeâll go at your pace,â he whispers, moving his hand down your side.Â
âIâm just nervous I wonât be able to take all of you,â you admit.Â
Logan chuckles and leans back on his knees to gently tug down your shorts and panties. He tosses it carelessly to the side and instantly, he smells your arousal hit his senses. He looks down at your lower half, sex glistening with your wetness. âItâll fit,â he says lowly, hands moving up your legs. âWeâll make sure it does.âÂ
âMaybe just start with the tip?â you ask, grabbing the ends of your oversized t-shirt above your head. You lie back down, hair splaying on his pillows as your body is now fully exposed and on full display for him.
Logan nods, pulling off his white tank-top over his head. He stands up momentarily to push down his pants, his manhood now standing at attention and leaking at the tip. He reaches down and strokes himself once, twice, before he settles himself between your legs.Â
âGonna get you ready for me first,â Logan whispers, his large hand splaying over your abdomen as it slides down towards where you need him the most. He hovers above you, lips resting just near your ear as he slowly slides his middle finger past your folds. It slides in with ease, your slickness allowing for easy entry. Logan gently nips on your earlobe, grunting in your ear as you let out a quiet whimper at the intrusion.Â
âLogan,â you moan quietly, moving a hand to rest on his large bicep, gripping it tightly. This isnât the first time Loganâs fingered you, but the anticipation of whatâs to come has you clenching around his digit unintentionally.Â
âAlready so wet fâme,â he whispers into your ear, slowly adding another digit into your depths. Logan ruts against the mattress, trying to find his own relief as he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of you.Â
You turn your head and bury your face against the crook of his neck, teeth grazing against his skin. âLogan,â you whimper, gasping quietly as you feel another digit enter you.Â
âThatâs three already, sweetheart,â Logan growls as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. When he feels your teeth gently bite down on his neck, he groans, thrusting his three digits inside of you as he begins to curl his fingers within your depths. âCome fâme, honey.â
âLogan, Iââ you shut your eyes tightly and arch your back, your breasts pushing against his chest. Your walls tighten even further around his digits, your hips rolling upwards as you ride out your high.Â
Logan smirks and pulls back slowly, looking down at you as your chest heaves up and down. He pulls his fingers from you and looks down at it, his digits glistening with your arousal. He brings it to his lips and sucks your arousal from his fingers, eyes staring into your own once your eyes open. âReady?âÂ
You nod, biting your lower lip in anticipation. âJust the tip, okay?â
âSure, sweetheart.â Logan says, leaning back on his knees as he reaches down to grasp onto the base of his manhood. He leans in closer, running his tip along the length of your sex, applying pressure to your bundle of nerves.
You look down between your legs and bite your lower lip. The sight of him holding onto the base of his length as he rubs his tip up and down the length of your sex, until his tip catches against your opening. âLoganâŠâ you whimper, reaching out for him but he just uses his free hand to grab a hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head.Â
Slowly, Logan pushes his tip into you, feeling your tight walls immediately surround him. He groans and then pulls back, running his tip once more along you. Loganâs grip around your wrists tighten, pressing them further into the mattress as he pushes his tip â and only his tip â inside of your depths. Logan looks down and slowly pushes further into you, hearing you quietly gasp as a few more inches past his tip enter you.
âLogan, wait, babyââÂ
Logan growls and then suddenly slams all the way into you in one stroke. The warmth of your walls surround him, so tight and so wet as his lower half presses firmly against yours. âFuck,â he groans, his now free hand coming up to rest on your cheek.Â
You feel your toes curl at the intrusion â nothing Logan did would have ever prepared you for the size of him. You can feel every inch and vein of his length inside of you, throbbing and stretching you. Itâs so much, all at once, that when he pulls back only to thrust back in all the way, it causes your eyes to flutter.Â
âI saidââ you moan. âStart with the tipâŠâ
âCouldnât help myself,â he groans, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. âYou feel so good around me, sweetheart.â Logan feels your legs wrap around his waist, your ankles locking together at his lower back.Â
You nod in agreement, tears stinging your eyes. Loganâs so deep and itâs unlike anything youâve ever felt before. You keep your eyes open and trained on him. He hadnât removed his glasses, now staring at you from the top of his glasses. You try to wiggle your hands free, but Loganâs grip just tightens even further.Â
âLogan, oh god,â you moan, his slow thrusts now picking up speed. He pulls out to his tip and then slams back into you, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. His hand moves from your cheek to grip your hip, fingertips digging into the meat of your flesh.Â
He knows that he probably wonât last any longer, the feeling of your tight walls gripping him, the way heâs easily sliding in and out of your depths due to how wet you are for him. Itâs in moments like this where he doesnât know why you still stick around, why you still continue to choose him. Logan releases your hands and grips your hips in both hands, pulling back to look down at you. Logan continues to thrust into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echo off the walls of his room.Â
Your hands immediately move to grip his sheets and he can feel your walls begin to tremble once more, can feel you begin to tighten around his length. Logan groans, eyes moving along your frame, his gaze lingering at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each sharp thrust he delivers. He knows his grip around your hips will leave marks and the thought of you walking around, going about your day with marks of him suddenly makes him feel territorial, suddenly has this desire to make everyone know that youâre his.Â
âLogan, Iâm gonnaââÂ
âYeah, baby,â he groans. âI know, come fâme.âÂ
And just on cue, your legs tighten even further around his waist as your walls tighten around his length. He can feel you shaking, can feel just a rush of wetness. âLogan!âÂ
He groans. Heâd never get tired of hearing his name escape your lips at the height of pleasure. Loganâs hips stutter, feeling a tightness build in the pit of his stomach as he chases his own release. He releases your hips to rest his hands on the mattress near your head, slamming his hips into yours â once, twice, three times before he releases inside of you, his seed filling you. He should have asked first, should have thought about using a condom, but when he pulls out of you and watches his seed trickle out of you, the guilt disappears immediately.Â
You stare up at him and then follow his gaze down between your legs, watching his spend come out of you and drop down onto his mattress, staining his sheets. âYouâll have to wash these now,â you tease, your voice almost breathless.Â
âWorth it,â he whispers, leaning down and gently pecking your lips.Â
âWas thatâ Was I okay?â you ask quietly, your hands slowly moving to his hair.Â
âOh, sweetheart,â Logan says softly. âWeâre gonna be doing more of that.â
 An excitement flickers in your eyes and you grin, leaning up on your elbows to gently capture his lips with your own. âAnd just so weâre clear⊠I donât mind that you came inside.âÂ
Logan pulls back and looks down at you. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â you nod. âI like knowing that I can still feel you.âÂ
Logan smirks and he can feel himself slowly begin to get hard again. His regenerative powers arenât all that quick anymore, so heâs surprised that his manhood is stirring awake, yearning for you yet again.Â
âNext time we do this,â you begin quietly. âCan I ride you?âÂ
Logan groans as he moves his hips, his tip slowly brushing against you. He slowly lies on his back and reaches down to stroke himself, eyes running across your frame. âCome on, then.âÂ
âWait,â you bite your lower lip. âYouâreâ How?âÂ
âYou make it easy,â he winks, reaching out to gently tap your hip. âTake what you need, sweetheart.â
You move to straddle his hips and Logan looks down to see his release trickle out of you, dripping onto the hair at his base. He stares up at you, feeling you slide down his length and he watches you tilt your head back, a moan escaping your lips. Logan bites his lower lip, hands moving to your hips as he gazes up at you. Logan knows that youâre way out of his league, that you deserve to be with someone closer to your age, but fuck â heâs going to keep you for as long as you allow.Â
Because Logan knows that heâs so deep in his feelings for you that he wonât ever choose to let you go.Â
And now, as youâre slowly rocking your hips, heâs going to keep this image in his mind until the day he dies.Â
His girl. His.
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Evergreen | Chapter One: Denial
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Chapter Summary: Tommy encourages Joel to join bereavement group counseling, where he meets you. You connect over a similar loss and the common thread of loneliness, leading to something unexpected for you both.
Chapter Warnings: grief, angst, mentions of OC deaths, mild references to: suicide, self harm, drug use (none by reader or Joel), language, panic/anxiety attack (Joel), Joel POV
WC: 8.8K
A/N: I've been working on this goddamn series since May. Sorry it's taken me so long to get around to it but I am committing to a posting schedule now that it is almost complete and I appreciate you all for being so patient. Hope you enjoy tons of fluff and softness and angst.
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Joel's hands gripped the steering wheel as he stared blankly at the faded brick building connected to the small, run down parking lot. He watched as the clock ticked down to six in the evening, and with each passing minute a new car parked nearby or someone walked through the double doors. He wasn't sure what he expected, but he was surprised to see people of all ages streaming inside.
Then he saw a young woman with two children, one in each hand, neither of which could have been over seven years old, walk inside with watery eyes and he dropped his gaze to his lap in shame.
Mia had been gone for nearly ten years. He had no business being there. His grief wasn't fresh. Over the years, he's learned to cope with it, to live alongside it. The people who were there that night needed the support.
Joel didn't need support. He was just lonely.
He reached for his key, still dangling in the ignition, when his phone rang. With a sigh, he patted down the front of his jeans until he located his phone, then lifted his hips off the worn seat with a grunt so he could fish it out.
"Yeah?"
"You better not be thinkin' 'bout leavin'."
Joel swiveled around in alarm, searching the parking lot for his brother's truck, but all he saw were the last few stragglers hurriedly walking up to the front doors, the anguish practically weighing them down as they moved.
"You watchin' me now?"
Tommy chuckled on the other end.
"Nah, I'm at home. I just know you."
Joel rolled his eyes as the clock ticked to 6:01 on the dash.
"This is stupid, Tommy."
"It ain't stupid. It's been almost ten years and you've never looked twice at another woman. You can tell me you've moved on or that you're fine, but I'm not buying your bullshit," Tommy said sternly on the other end. "I don't think you ever gave yourself a chance to process what happened and it's important you do that. For your mental health and all that."
"Maria tell you to say that?" Joel scoffed, but still unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door.
"Maybe. Don't matter who said it, it's true."
"Fine. I'm walkin' in now, I'll call you later," Joel said, then hung up without waiting for a reply.
The building wasn't very big. From the lobby, Joel could hear a male's voice making what sounded like brief introductions as he strolled quickly down the hall. He rested his hand on the push bar and took a deep breath. Right as he was about to enter, he heard someone else's light footsteps jogging up behind him. He turned around as you approached, a little breathless and with a guilty smile.
"Oh, good, I'm not the only one who's late," you said, nodding towards the door.
"Uh, yeah," Joel said, clearing his throat softly, "we can share the heat," he joked, opening the door and stepping aside so you could walk through first. You shot him a grateful look and mouthed thank you before entering the room.
The group all turned their heads at the disruption, as expected, but the counselor waved them in with a warm smile.
"Welcome! Have a seat, we were just getting started."
Joel found the first empty chair he could, in the very last row closest to the door. You glanced around the room before sliding into the same row as him, just a few seats down.
"As I was saying, welcome to the grief and loss support group. I'm Dr. Harris, but please feel free to call me Ryan."
Ryan was young. Definitely under forty. Something about that irked Joel. He imagined this man going to school to learn how to be caring, how to listen and say all the right words at the right time so he could make a decent paycheck and call himself doctor while he went home to his wife and picket fence and his patients went home with a gaping hole in their hearts.
"There is no wrong way to grieve," Ryan was saying from the podium with a practiced look of solemnity. "All of you are here for different reasons. And while you may look around here and think nobody else could possibly understand what you are feeling, I am here to tell you that you are simply wrong." Ryan took a moment to let his words settle over the group before continuing. "We have all lost somebody in our lives. That is the common thread that weaves us all together. And I'm here to tell you to use it." Ryan clenched his fists for emphasis and Joel had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. "Lean on each other. Listen to one another. This is a safe space. Nobody will judge you here, no matter what you may think, everybody in this room is here for the same reason."
After what felt like an eternity, Ryan invited the people in the room to approach the podium to speak, no longer than ten minutes, he had said, reminding everyone that their time was limited and they always could speak again at the next meeting.
One by one, people trickled up to the front of the room. First it was an elderly woman who explained with tears in her eyes that her husband of forty years passed away a month ago.
"It sounds silly," she sniffled, "but it feels like I'm... untethered. Like I lost my connection to this world when he left and I'm scared I might just... float away."
Next was a man around Joel's age who visibly struggled to hold back his tears about his late sister.
"I just keep reminding myself I didn't cause it, I can't control it, can't undo it. I'm really mad at myself for not paying attention to the warning signs. She was struggling, y'know?" His glassy eyes addressed the group briefly before he cast his gaze back down. "The best thing I can do is try to rebuild. Don't let the anguish fester. Don't let it consume me. Because she wouldn't want that."
After that, a girl no older than twenty, arms and neck covered in tattoos walked to the front. "She was my best friend since we were eight. And I know it's my fault, I know it is," she choked out, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I gave her her first hit. I could see she was falling too deep into it and I didn't try to help her, I was too focused on my own shit and not seeing what was right in front of me. To this day, I can't look her mom in the eye-" the girl hung her head and took a moment to gather herself. Chairs squeaked as the group patiently waited for her to continue. "But I'm clean and sober almost six months now," she said with a watery smile. A small round of applause broke out amongst the group and she nodded her thanks. "I'm thinking about going to school for social work. Maybe I can honor her memory in some way."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw you cross and uncross your legs nervously but made no move to walk to the front.
Same as him.
When the clock on the wall ticked closer to seven, Ryan addressed the group one final time.
"I'll stick around in case anybody wants to have a talk after group. Just a reminder that I'm only here once a week, but my esteemed colleague, Grace, runs another group on Tuesdays, so please feel free to stop by one or both. I also left some cards in the back next to the coffee. My information is on there if you would like a one on one appointment and on the back is the crisis hotline. Please take one, you never know when you may need it."
The room collectively seemed to stand, a murmur rippling through the group as people began to softly speak again, reaching out to neighbors, either introducing themselves or catching up from the last session. Joel scratched at his chin and looked around the room as people continued to filter around. Some paired off to grab coffee, some went to talk to Ryan, but Joel just stood there. All alone.
He took a deep breath and headed for the back, then lingered at the small stack of business cards Ryan had mentioned. He picked one up and flipped it over, studying it, when he heard a soft voice behind him.
"Excuse me," you said, and he swiveled around in surprise.
"Oh, sorry," he replied, stepping to the side so you could reach the coffee. He pretended to look at the card but watched as you filled up a cup. He waited for you to add cream or sugar but you didn't. You lifted the cup to your lips and took a tentative sip before recoiling at the heat and doing it again.
"That, uh, any good?"
Your eyes locked onto his and you shrugged. "'Bout what you'd expect."
He smiled and looked around the room, fidgeting with the edge of the card before sliding it into his pocket. "This your first session, too?"
You shook your head and stepped aside, a little closer to him, so others could get to the coffee. "I've been coming here almost two months."
That surprised Joel. Based on the way the rest of the group seemed familiar with each other, he had suspected the two of you were both new.
"Two months? Wow," Joel said, "how's it workin' out for you, if you don't mind my askin'?"
You sighed and gave him a little smile.
"Some days are better than others. But I figure it doesn't hurt, so..." you trailed off and crossed your arms, your fingertips tapping against the paper cup. "My mom begged me to come, so I did. I think it makes her believe she's helping in some way by pushing it and I grew tired of feeling like an emotional burden."
Joel frowned. "I'm sure that ain't true. No parent thinks their kid is an emotional burden."
You chuckled and drained the rest of your cup. "You'd be surprised." You tossed the cup into the trash before giving him a brighter smile. Although expressing your emotions was the entire reason you were there, you still felt uncomfortable doing it. "So this was your first time? What did you think?"
"Jury's still out," Joel replied honestly. "Promised my brother I would give it a try, same as you. My daughter just went off to college last month and I think he and his wife are worried 'bout me bein' all alone for the first time in, well... forever, I suppose." His lips pursed in thought for a moment. "Feels kinda like I don't belong here. My wife passed almost ten years ago. I've learned to live with it by now. It ain't as raw as all that-" he gestured up to the podium, referencing all the individuals who poured their hearts out for the past hour. Then he realized he was rambling and chuckled. "Sorry. Can't seem to shut up." He looked at you sheepishly and you smiled back.
"That's good. That's what you're supposed to do here," you assured him, then took a deep breath. "I lost my fiancé a year ago, so I can relate... kind of."
"I'm sorry," he said, furrowing his brow and examining your face. "You're so young, you shouldn't know what that feels like at your age."
"Not that young. I'm thirty-one," you joked. He laughed and rubbed his chin.
"Well I got twenty years on you, seems pretty young to me."
"You're fifty-one?" you asked, and he nodded. "You look good, I wouldn't have guessed a day over..." you trailed off as you studied his face and he grinned.
"Go ahead, be honest."
"Forty-three," you decided, and Joel laughed. When was the last time he felt this lighthearted?
"Well that's the nicest thing I've heard all week," he replied. The room began to thin out and you shifted your weight.
"Well, I guess I should get going," you told him, almost sounding regretful. Then you pinched your eyebrows together. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Joel," he said, sticking an arm out to shake your hand. You gave him a warm smile before telling him your name, your hand getting dwarfed by his thick, rough fingers.
"Will I see you next week, Joel?"
"Yeah," he replied, walking out with you and holding open the door. "I'll give it another chance."
"Good. I mean, you know, I'm glad you're giving it another chance," you found yourself inexplicably stumbling over your words and before your face began to heat up you veered off towards your car with a quick wave.
Joel's eyes trailed after you for a minute before he opened the door to his truck and climbed inside. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb against his lower lip, lost in thought while he stared straight ahead at the emptying parking lot. Then you drove by in a higher end white SUV and he watched as you took a right turn out of the lot and disappeared down the road. He sighed and started his truck, realizing he was one of the last cars in the lot, and decided to stop at a fast food drive thru on the way home.
"Uncle Tommy told me you went to a grief support group the other day, how did it go?" Sarah asked him over FaceTime. He pushed the lever on his recliner and leaned back into the chair with a grunt.
"S'alright," he mumbled.
"Did you share anything?"
"No."
"Well, why not?"
"'Cause, baby girl, these people just lost someone close to 'em. I can't get up there and talk 'bout your mama, it's been so long-"
"That doesn't matter," she said, interrupting him. He could hear other kids in the background laughing but she remained focused on her screen. "I don't think you've ever really processed Mom's death and it's important to me that you try. I worry about you, old man," she teased, and Joel grinned.
"No need to worry 'bout me, I'm stayin' busy."
"Yeah, doing what? And don't tell me you're eating frozen meals and watching baseball because it'll break my heart."
Joel's eyes drifted to the empty plastic tray on the coffee table.
"No," he said gruffly. "Ain't baseball season. I'm watchin' basketball."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Dad," she whined, "what about your friends? The guys from work?"
He didn't have the heart to tell her they were busy with their families, with their wives, so he lied.
"Yeah, I'm gonna get together with Jimmy later this week. Gonna shoot some pool."
"That sounds great!" Sarah exclaimed, her face instantly brightening. Her eyes snapped up to someone behind her phone and she grinned, holding up one finger, then looked back at him. "Listen, Dad, I gotta run. I promised a few friends I would go to the football game with them."
"Oh, so you'll watch football with your friends and not me?" he teased, and she giggled. "Alright then, text me when you get back home safe."
"I will. I love you."
No matter how many times he heard it, those words always warmed his heart.
"Love you too, baby girl."
The call ended and he set his phone down with a sigh. Sarah was right. He couldn't waste away in his house all alone, waiting for her to come home to visit or for Tommy and Maria to come by for dinner. He needed to get a hobby. He glanced outside then looked at the time before turning off the television and pushing himself out of his recliner with a groan. He shuffled down the hall to his bedroom to change out of his old sweatpants and ratty tshirt, then snatched his keys off the kitchen counter and headed out to the driveway.
He drove aimlessly through town, his window down with his arm hanging out, soaking up the sun's rays. Kids were playing on the sidewalks and people were walking their dogs or pushing strollers. Everyone just seemed so... happy. Content.
Maybe he should get a dog.
Maybe he should start with a fish, first.
He jumped on the highway and cruised with one hand on the steering wheel. Hank Williams crooned from the radio and Joel took a deep, relaxing breath. He was coming up on the exit for the mall. Sarah loved dragging him to the mall. A smile played on his lips and he figured why not.
He veered off the highway and slowed when he approached the red light, the mall parking lot straight ahead. It didn't look terribly busy. With the weather as nice as it was, he imagined most people would be spending their time outside.
Joel found a good spot right out front. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and walked inside through the Macy's. A blast of freezing cold air conditioning hit him like a ton of bricks, cooling the sweat that was collecting on the back of his neck. He managed to make his way through the maze of the department store and entered the mall itself. There were a few groups of girls around Sarah's age giggling and carrying shopping bags and the random couple here or there walking into William Sonoma or Brookstone.
When he passed by the food court, he saw a few solitary older men sipping coffee and reading the paper or people watching. Joel huffed under his breath, wondering who on earth would come to the mall just to read a paper until he realized he was no better.
Was he going to become just like them one day? Would he come to the mall to nurse a coffee just so he wouldn't feel so alone? The thought had his throat closing up.
He paused and leaned against a railing overlooking the bottom floor of the mall, pretending to be looking for someone when in reality he was struggling to breathe. His heart was fluttering too fast in his chest and his vision was narrowing.
"Shit," he whispered to himself, rubbing his eyes and trying to focus on taking deep breaths. It was like reality crashed down around him all at once: Sarah was moved out of the house. Tommy was happily married. And Joel was going to die all alone.
He gasped and blinked, trying to clear his head and mentally talk himself down, but it was no use. He leaned forward a bit to rest his forehead on the cool, stainless steel railing but his knees began to buckle. Just when he thought he would need to stop someone and beg them to call an ambulance, he heard someone say his name, temporarily snapping him out of his daze.
"Are you okay?" you asked, the smile slipping from your face when you noticed how flush he looked. He could only manage to shake his head. Without hesitating, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and helped him stand, then glanced around. Spotting an empty bench, you led him over and helped him sit. You rubbed your palm over his upper back soothingly and sat next to him, reminding him to breathe deeply until his vision cleared and he felt his strength return.
"Christ," he mumbled. He sat up and leaned back so the back of his head rested on the bench and stretched his long legs out. "Thank you," he added, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
"No problem," you said, "is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Or, no. I don't know," he sighed, dropping his hand from his face. "I think it just hit me all at once."
You slid over on the bench to give him more room. "What hit you all at once?"
"That my little girl is growin' up and -" he stopped himself, the words and I'm all alone getting trapped in his throat. "And I just miss her, is all."
You slowly nodded and glanced around the mall. "What does she like?"
He smiled. "Clothes. Music. Makeup. Books."
"What kind of books?"
"The fantasy kind. Y'know, like Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter."
A huge grin spread across your face. "Follow me, I have an idea," you said, standing up and looking down at him before you realized you might have overstepped. "I mean, unless you're-"
"No, let's go," he replied, standing up and stretching out an arm for you to lead the way. He fell in step next to you as you led him down towards the other end of the mall and after a few minutes, he realized where you were leading him.
"The bookstore?"
"Yep," you said cheerily, shooting him a playful grin. "Trust me."
And he did.
"There's some really incredible series out there right now. Why don't we pick one out, you can read it and share it with her so you guys have something to do together from a distance? Do you know if she's read The Word of the Heir? That's by an incredibly talented author who actually got the idea when she was only seven years old," you told him excitedly, leading him deep into the bookstore, dodging tables and displays until you made it to the fantasy section. Joel slowed down and looked around, his panic attack slipping further and further from his mind.
"Uh, I ain't sure," he replied as you held up the book. You tucked it under your arm and began to look again.
"How about Empire of Kings? I haven't read that one but the author is relatively new and I've heard he's an extremely talented storyteller."
Joel shrugged, again unsure what Sarah may or may not have read. All of the titles sounded so foreign to him until his eyes landed on the spine of a thick, hardcover book.
"Oh, this one sounds familiar," he said, plucking it from the shelf. "The Crimson Stone. I think she wanted to read this but I don't think she ever finished it. It's a series-"
"Yeah, I know that one," you told him quietly. He glanced down at the book again and read the author's name.
"Daniel Davis, ain't this the guy who died in that bad wreck downtown?" Joel mumbled as he flipped the book over in his hands to read the back. You nodded. "Maybe I'll get this one."
"Don't waste your money, I can give it to you for free," you said, gently taking it from his hands. You ran your palm distractedly over the cover before flipping it open and looking at the tiny black and white photo of the author on the inside jacket. "This was my fiancé," you added, your voice thick. Joel's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Shit," he mumbled. "I-I'm sorry, his name just sounded familiar, I remember it from the paper..." he trailed off, floundering for what to say to comfort you. Why couldn't he fucking think?
"It's okay," you told him, waving him off, but the guilt still laid heavy in his chest. "There's no way you would have known." You slowly closed the book, giving the picture one more glance, and handed it back to him. "But really, if you want to read them I have tons of copies just sitting around. He had a few other books outside of this series, as well, if you guys wanted them."
Joel's eyebrows knit together. "I don't wanna take your books. They gotta have sentimental value or somethin'."
"No, seriously, I have boxes of them just sitting there. He was in the middle of signing copies for readings he was supposed to do before-" you stopped yourself and cleared your throat. "Anyway. I can bring them to group next week or you can come by the house and look through them yourself if you like."
Joel nodded and nervously chewed the inside of his cheek. "Do you wanna talk 'bout it?"
You looked up at him then, all wide eyed and filled with so much sadness that it made his chest ache. No one so young and pretty should have to go through so much pain. Your eyes drifted over his face for a moment, quietly studying him before responding. "Yeah. I kind of do."
Joel looked over his shoulder and spotted the café across from the bookstore. "You wanna get a coffee and find a quiet bench or somethin'?"
"That sounds nice," you replied, so he put the books back on the shelf and walked out into the mall. He spotted a bench near an empty storefront and he told you to go have a seat with the promise of bringing you back something to drink. There wasn't a line at the counter. He couldn't imagine many people wanted coffee that late in the day, so it only took a few minutes before the barista slid the two cups of black coffee across the counter and he met you back at the bench.
"Black, right?"
You smiled and gingerly took the cup. "Yeah, how did you know?"
"From group the other day," he replied, then sat down with a grunt. You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, each of you letting your coffees cool before you spoke.
"I usually don't talk about it. Every week I tell myself I'm gonna go up to that podium and pour my heart out and every week I chicken out."
Joel didn't say a word. He learned early on with Sarah when she was upset, she just wanted someone to listen to her. So that's exactly what he did. He sipped his coffee and just listened. And before you even realized it, you were telling him everything.
You began by telling him Daniel was from Austin but you met in Portland, where you grew up. For a while, the two of you tried doing a long-distance relationship, but once you were finished with school you took him up on the offer to move in with him in Texas. Shortly thereafter, he proposed and you had spent the last year of his life planning your dream wedding. The night of the accident, you had been touring a venue an hour outside the city. It was dark when you finished up and drove back home.
Daniel didn't do anything wrong. You insisted Joel knew that first.
A truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and ran a light, completely crushing the driver's side and killing Daniel instantly. Somehow, you had only come out of the accident with a small concussion and a badly bruised chest from the seatbelt.
"Jesus," Joel muttered when you exhaled a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, darlin'. That's some fucked up shit." His eyes widened and he straightened up in his seat. "Shit, sorry for cursin'... twice." He scratched the back of his head uncomfortably and a slow smile spread across your face. He nearly jumped out of his skin when you burst out laughing.
"Thank you," you said in between giggles. He grinned, confused but happy you were laughing and not crying. "I needed that. And you're right, it was some fucked up shit."
Joel chuckled and took a sip from his coffee. He heard his phone ring so he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen before silencing the call and putting his phone away.
"You can take it," you said, wiping a stray tear from your eye and jutting your chin towards his phone.
"Just my brother. I'll call him back later."
"Ah, the infamous brother that made you go to group?"
"The very same."
"Younger or older?"
"Younger, but the way he bosses me 'round you'd never know it," Joel said with a grin.
"He's probably just looking out for you."
"He knows I'm feelin' especially lonely without Sarah. Sarah's my daughter, by the way," he said, pulling his phone out and showing you his lock screen: it was a selfie of him and Sarah on the beach, Joel looked red as a lobster and Sarah's hair looked tangled from the wind but there was no denying the happiness in both their eyes.
"She's beautiful," you said warmly. He smiled and put his phone away.
"Got that from her mama."
"I don't know, I see a little bit of you in her smile," you teased, bumping up against his shoulder playfully. He rolled his eyes but didn't argue.
"What I'm tryin' to say is, I can relate a bit to what you're goin' through. Y'know, losin' a partner and feelin' like you got no one left," he said. You took a deep breath.
"Yeah, sounds like you do."
Joel nervously picked at his jeans, trying to figure out the right way to say what he wanted to say without sounding like an old creep, but before he could open his mouth, you spoke first.
"Maybe we can hang out together and keep each other company?" you offered. He turned his head and grinned.
"I was 'bout to suggest the same thing."
"Really?" you asked, looking as relieved as he felt. He nodded.
"Sounds like we both could use a friend."
Something in your expression shifted. It was too quick. He couldn't pinpoint it but whatever it was disappeared, leaving behind a genuine smile.
"I would really like that, Joel."
"What the hell? You couldn't call me back yesterday?" Tommy scolded when he marched into the small, messy office the following morning. Joel glanced up from behind his desk; papers, a calculator and a pencil scattered about in front of him. He took his reading glasses off with a sigh, abandoning his work. He hated doing the administrative part of his job. He always preferred to be on site or meeting with clients.
"I was busy."
"Busy?" Tommy repeated before collapsing in the worn out chair across from him.
"Yeah, busy. I was... with a friend," Joel mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant but Tommy's ears perked up.
"A friend? Who?"
Joel shrugged. "Someone I met at that group you made me go to."
Tommy's eyes lit up. "Hey, that's great. See? I knew it'd be good for you. What's his name?"
Joel pursed his lips before softly saying your name and Tommy raised an eyebrow.
"A woman? That's even better, Joel."
"It ain't like that-"
"'Course not," Tommy said, "I'm just sayin' it's a step in the right direction."
"She's too young," Joel said defensively, giving Tommy pause.
"Okay..."
"We're just friends. She ain't from 'round here, ain't got anyone in Texas."
Tommy frowned as he watched Joel shift uncomfortably in his chair, wondering what made his brother get so sensitive, so he chose to tread lightly.
"So you're keepin' each other company. That's nice."
"Yeah," Joel said, standing up with a grunt and rubbing his lower back before he snatched his coat from the wall. "Ready to go?"
"Sure," Tommy said, standing to follow Joel out of the office. While he locked the door behind him, Tommy couldn't help but ask, "How young is too young?"
"Thirty-one," Joel replied, fishing the keys out of his pocket.
Tommy shrugged, falling in step next to his brother as they walked towards the parking lot. "Sounds like an adult to me," he muttered, but Joel chose to ignore it. "When are you seein' her again?"
"End of the week," Joel replied before climbing into the truck.
"Friday?"
"Yeah, after work. We were gonna order some dinner and look through some books she's tryin' to get rid of."
The corner of Tommy's mouth twitched. "So, like a date?"
"It ain't a date," Joel said firmly, his jaw set as he pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive in the direction of the first worksite. "She's mourin' the loss of her husband, it's not a date."
"Husband?" Tommy repeated, then Joel shook his head, growing flustered.
"Fiancé. Not husband."
"When did he pass?"
Joel thought back to what you told him the night you first met. "A year ago."
Tommy hummed and looked out the window, tapping his fingers against the car door in rhythm with the beat from the radio. Joel side eyed him while they sat in silence for a few minutes before he rolled his eyes and sighed. "What?" Joel asked with an edge to his voice.
"A year's a long time, is all."
"She's in grief therapy, Tommy. She's in pain and tryin' to come to terms with it. Quit makin' it sound like somethin' it ain't."
"Just 'cause she's in grief therapy don't mean she ain't ready to move on-"
"Goddamnit, this is the last time I tell you anythin'," Joel grumbled as he made a left hand turn. Tommy hid a smile behind his hand and looked out the window.
"Alright, no need to get all defensive on me now."
Joel opened his mouth to argue but quickly snapped it shut. The more he pushed back just gave Tommy more ammunition. Besides, he knew the truth. You were looking for a friend, someone who could relate to what you were going through. There was absolutely no way you were interested in a man twenty years older than you. The thought was so absurd it almost made him laugh. You were young and beautiful and charming and you had your whole life ahead of you.
No, surely Tommy was wrong.
When Joel pulled up to your house, his eight year old truck the noisiest thing on the whole block, he let out a low whistle and threw it into park, deciding at the last second to keep his car on the street for fear of leaving an oil stain or something on your pristine concrete driveway. He sat in his truck for a moment, taking in the monumental Victorian house before him. He recognized it from his youth, but back then the siding was chipped and the windows were foggy, in desperate need of replacing. He always admired houses like yours and part of his heart broke whenever he saw one fall into such a state of disrepair that it was beyond saving, but not yours. No, at some point in the past ten years, the house was upgraded but managed to maintain the original charm.
There was fresh siding and new windows installed, the insides framed in what looked like delicate lace curtains, complimenting the style of the house. The roof looked like it had been replaced and the front door looked new, but the original architecture remained. He could easily tell whoever bought the house took great care with it, and the contractor in him breathed a sigh of relief that it didn't fall into the wrong hands, or god forbid, a flipper.
When he walked up your driveway towards the small stone path that led to your front door, he slowed to look at the garden that flourished in front of the wraparound porch. It was a beautiful mix of wildflowers and hedges, and while wildflowers had a tendency to look messy and unkept, you somehow managed to make it look neat and well put together. Fat, fuzzy bumblebees bounced drunkenly from flower to flower and as he climbed the wooden steps, a hummingbird buzzed past his ear, spooked by his presence.
He pressed the button to your doorbell, noting you chose not to install one of those camera doorbells and for some reason, that bothered him. Normally he wasn't a huge fan of technology, but you were all alone in this big house. You needed to be safe, to be careful. Your house was in a nice neighborhood, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.
The door swung open and you greeted him barefoot with a warm smile before stepping aside to let him in. You were wearing a loose tshirt that hung off one shoulder and he chastised himself when his eyes traveled down your tight fitting jeans to your ass as he followed you into your home.
He shrugged his reaction off to just typical male instinct and forced his focus onto the lovely foyer surrounding him as he slid off his boots. Polished cherry wainscoting lined the walls and his eyes widened when he noticed the small tiles in the shape of little octagons below his feet.
"Is this original?" he asked you in disbelief as he pointed to the ground. Your gaze followed his finger and you nodded.
"We tried to keep everything original, if we could," you explained.
"Wow," he breathed as he stepped forward into the hallway, his eyes unable to keep up with how fast his brain was operating. His gaze slid over the original hardwood floors of the hallway, fresh wallpaper, and wide, polished staircase with a plush carpet installed in the center of the steps. Much to his delight, you chose to furnish the house to match the style, as well. Antique fixtures hung from the ceiling and a real wood table was pushed against the wall. A small lamp sat on top with a stained glass Tiffany shade, and next to it was a pile of mail and a framed photograph he tried not to examine too closely out of respect.
"This way," you said over your shoulder, and he followed you blindly deeper into the house. You pushed open a swinging door that led into your kitchen, and for the first time since arriving, his nose was the first of his senses to respond instead of his eyes.
It smelled absolutely heavenly. He had no idea what you were cooking but his mouth instantly watered at the smell of garlic and salt and some kind of meat.
He swallowed and hoped his stomach wouldn't growl and embarrass him.
"Thought we were gonna order somethin'?" he asked as he watched you hurry over to the stove to stir something.
"Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I felt like cooking," you replied without looking. He glanced around the room, noticing you chose to update the counters and cabinets to look more modern, but kept the original flooring.
"Mind? Are you kiddin' me? Haven't had anythin' decent to eat since Sarah left for college."
Memories of fast food drive thrus and frozen dinners flashed before his eyes as he watched you turn off the burners on the stove. You opened a cupboard and stretched on your tiptoes to reach a bowl, the hem of your shirt riding up ever so slightly and revealing a small sliver of skin on your back and suddenly, his mouth was watering for an entirely different reason.
Stop it.
"Need some help?" he offered, and you fell back onto the flats of your feet, shooting him a nod and smile. He didn't mean to, but he reached up from behind you for the serving bowl, his front brushing gently against your back, and your shoulders tensed. Shit.
"Sorry, here ya go," he said, handing you the bowl and immediately giving you some space, not catching the glimmer of disappointment in your eyes.
"Thank you," you murmured shyly. He watched you spoon vegetables into the bowl for a moment, grabbing random jars of seasoning and sprinkling them on top before stirring it up, and he finally remembered his manners.
"Can I help?"
"No, no, I got it," you insisted, waving him toward a door on the other side of the kitchen. "Go sit down, I'll be right out."
He wandered over to the propped open door and entered your dining room. Pausing for a moment, he admired the chandelier above the table that looked old but the brass had been polished and the crystals cleaned. The drop ceiling was even remarkable: squares of textured patterns that repeated across the whole room, adding a whole other layer of elegance to the already impressive first floor. His eyes drifted to the dark wood table, where two spots were already set across from each other. He pulled out a chair and sat down, shifting his weight a bit and noting the chairs must have been recently reupholstered based on how firm the cushion was underneath him. You breezed in after him, hardly giving him enough time to take in the elaborate fireplace and mantle at the end of the room, and began to set down plates of food. His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw fresh, fried chicken and whipped mashed potatoes.
"You didn't have to go through all the trouble," he assured you, but you smirked at the way he stared at the chicken, the aroma from the breading overpowering his senses.
"It wasn't any trouble, I like to cook," you replied, disappearing into the kitchen to grab the vegetables and a basket of fresh rolls before finally joining him at the table.
Joel spread the cloth napkin over his lap, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from devouring everything in sight. He glanced up at you and you grinned.
"Go ahead, help yourself."
You watched with a small smile on your face as he loaded up his plate, then played with your own food until he took his first bite of chicken. He froze, his mouth full, and stared at you in awe before he dropped the chicken leg on his plate and leaned back, a deep, appreciative moan rumbling from his chest, making your thighs squeeze together under the table.
"Goddamn," he said once he swallowed. "That's the best fried chicken I've ever had in my entire life, darlin'."
You giggled and finally took a dainty bite of your own before nodding in agreement. "It's not bad."
Joel scoffed and took another bite. "Don't sell yourself short, now. I know what I'm talkin' 'bout. What'd you put in this?"
He listened, completely enraptured, as you explained how you soaked the chicken in buttermilk the day before and all of the seasonings you used in the breading.
"Oh! I almost forgot the lemonade," you said, standing back up and rushing into the kitchen, returning with two cold glasses and setting them down on the placemats. He nodded his thanks, mouth still full, and you giggled again.
You were already planning on packing up all the leftovers so he could take it home, but you still encouraged him to have as much as he wanted while it was warm and fresh.
"Did you make the rolls, too?" he asked after he took a bite.
You laughed and shook your head. "No, I'm not that good. I bought them this morning from a local bakery I like around the corner."
You had finished your meal long before he did, watching with your chin in your palm as he went back for seconds, reveling in the noises and compliments he made with practically each bite.
"Here, have some more," you told him, nudging the plate of chicken in his direction, but he leaned back in the chair and shook his head. "I can't, but everythin' was delicious. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm thrilled to cook for someone again," you replied with a sad smile before standing up and picking up your plate. He immediately stood and began to collect the rest, but you waved him back down.
"Sit, sit, I still have dessert," you told him, and based on the way he looked at you in that moment you would have put money down that he could be knocked over with a feather.
"Oh, darlin', you did too much," he replied, immediately flooding with guilt that he didn't even bring wine or flowers.
"Stop! I told you, I like doing it and I never get a chance to anymore, so please, sit down and I'll be right back."
Begrudgingly, he did as he was told and, while listening to you in the kitchen, peered out the back window at the meticulously kept grounds. Your house, like you, was absolutely beautiful. It felt like stumbling across an oasis in the middle of the desert.
You reappeared in the dining room with a bowl of diced, sugared strawberries and a plate of warm biscuits. He watched in stunned silence as you fixed him a plate, spooning the strawberries on top of a fresh shortcake, but told him to wait a moment before hurrying back into the kitchen and returning with a small bowl of homemade whipped cream.
Joel thought he died and went to heaven.
He could tell you didn't want to hear him complain that it was too much, so instead he lavished your baking with praise and thanks, both of which seemed to make your eyes shine bright and your lips remain curled into a smile the whole time.
"You're taking the leftovers home, too," you warned him once you finally allowed him to help bring things back into the kitchen. You were packing everything up nice and neat in matching Tupperware containers and stacking everything into a paper bag. As much as he wanted to decline, he really wanted your leftovers more, so he continued to thank you as he began to wash the dishes in your farmhouse sink. You had tried to fight him on it, but he finally wore you down and won. Stubborn little thing, he thought.
After dinner was cleaned up, you led him back down the hall and up the wide staircase, explaining that the books were all housed in a den at the top of the stairs, but when you opened the door to the room, den seemed like too small a word for it.
It was gorgeous, plain and simple. The cherry wainscoting continued in this room with a dark green wallpaper to accent the wood. All along the wall were antique sconces lighting up floor to ceiling bookcases stuffed full of literature. On the back wall was a large, heavy looking desk with a wingback velvet chair. The desk itself had books and papers scattered about, as if someone were in the middle of something and was rudely interrupted, but based on the layer of dust, he had to imagine nobody had sat there in some time.
And then it hit him: this was your fiancé's office.
A laptop sat open and turned off on the corner of the desk, along with a dusty printer behind the chair on the carpeted floor. He noticed what had to have been manuscripts of some kind based on the lack of coverings on the bound papers piling up next to the printer.
He was an author. This is where he worked.
That was when Joel realized you had been suspiciously quiet. He turned towards you, his eyes scanning your face, studying it. Your arms were wrapped around your middle as you stared blankly at the desk.
"We don't gotta do this today," he said softly, snapping you out of your reverie.
"No, it's okay," you replied, your voice so small it nearly broke his heart. You turned and walked toward the corner of the room, opposite the desk, where a small couch and coffee table sat. A few cardboard boxes were stacked nearby, two of which remained unopened, one recklessly torn into. You started with that one.
"Here," you said, pulling out a few books and handing them out. He stepped forward and took them, looking down at the covers and the beautiful artwork that adorned them. "These are the first trilogy, you should probably read them first before the next. They're different stories but they inevitably weave together so it'll make more sense if you-" you paused, your voice getting caught in your throat, and that's when he realized you had been fighting back tears.
"Hey, it's okay," he told you gently, putting the books down on the coffee table and carefully touching your shoulder, urging you to sit on the couch. After a moment's hesitation, you did, and he sat beside you. "This was too fast. I'll leave these here and maybe one day, when you're feelin' up to it, we can try again."
You looked up at him, eyes watering, and shook your head.
"No, take these now. I have more, I have tons, actually," you said, nodding towards the unopened boxes. "I just haven't come in here since he died and I didn't think it would be this hard." You wiped furiously at your cheeks, trying to hide your anguish.
Joel's heart thundered in his chest. He rubbed your back, trying to offer you a glimmer of comfort while he glanced around the room. "Maybe it was too soon," he offered again.
"No, it's been a year, Joel. I needed to do this." You took a deep breath and gave him a shaky smile. "Thank you. I know this is probably more than you expected-"
"Nah, hey, none of that, now," he cooed, mindlessly petting your hair. "If you needed someone to be here for this, I'm glad you picked me, okay?"
You sniffled and nodded, quietly thanking him again before taking another deep breath and exhaling with a nervous laugh as you looked around the room with him.
"Can I ask you something?"
"'Course," he replied.
"How long did it take for you to move on after your wife passed?"
He chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought about it, his fingers still playing with the ends of your soft hair as he slowly rubbed your back. "Well, hard to say. She was sick for a long time so I think I had time to come to terms with it before she died, y'know?" You nodded and listened to him, hanging on his every word and inadvertently leaning into his gentle touch. "Then I had Sarah to worry 'bout and, I don't know, time just... passed me by." He chuckled dryly for a moment before continuing. "My brother thinks I never got over it, Sarah thinks I never processed it, but they only think that 'cause I never dated anyone else."
Your eyes widened in surprise at his confession.
"Never?"
He shook his head and gave you a lopsided grin. "Been busy, I guess."
"But aren't you... lonely?"
He sucked in a sharp breath and cast his gaze to the floor. How did you manage to see right through him so quickly? Was it the common ground or something else?
"Wasn't too bad til Sarah left," he admitted, "but now... yeah. Yeah, it's lonely."
You scanned his face, watching the flicker of sadness in his eyes he tried to hide from you, and you inched a bit closer.
"I'm glad we found each other, Joel," you whispered. His eyes found yours again and he smiled.
"Me, too, sweetheart."
Then, without giving it another thought, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips. It was so tender and soft it felt like he was on the bus in fifth grade and Christine Murphy was giving him his fist kiss all over again while kids in nearby seats teased them with sing-song voices.
You pulled back and looked into his eyes, searching for any hesitation but all you must have seen was confusion because you leaned forward again, kissing him with a little more emotion, your small hand coming up to cup his greying, prickly jaw. You tasted like strawberries and lemonade and you smelled like vanilla and it was making every neuron in his brain fire all at the same time, to the point where his body had no idea what to do but remain frozen.
It was when your tongue first slipped past your lips and flicked nervously over the seam of his mouth that he finally came crashing down to earth. He sat back, breaking the kiss and holding you by the shoulders, staring deeply into your eyes. You were both panting slightly, probably from the excitement and adrenaline, as he tried to figure out what to say, what to do. You were in a fragile state, he decided. You made a mistake, the moment got away from you both and it didn't mean anything. It couldn't mean anything. You were too young and sweet and beautiful. You didn't really want anything to do with an old man like him. He just happened to be there when you were vulnerable and that was all.
The words never came. He couldn't form a coherent sentence. As the seconds dragged on, your face began to fall and embarrassment flooded your chest, the atmosphere in the room suddenly so thick that it was difficult to breathe. You cleared your throat and leaned back, his hands falling from your shoulders, and then you were the first to speak.
"Oh, no."
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David Gaider on Fenris, under a cut for length:
"Fenris. Now, DA2 is a story all on its own but I'm not going to go there other than to sum it up as "we had just over a year and a half to make this". It's why I only wrote one follower, Fenris, and although it'll make his fans mad: I probably shouldn't have. Let me explain. The way we'd approach making the followers is brainstorming a list of concepts covering first the array of gameplay classes (and sub-classes) and then making sure they each have some skin in the game when it came to the story's conflicts - ideally having characters on both sides of the major ones. Why? You can't make a player care about the world, but you can make them care about characters who care about the world. It's the easiest way to provide hooks into a conflict, outside of it knocking on the player's door. Heck, it's probably better than that. Players will burn the world for approval. After that, we'd decide things like romances/sexuality. Then the writers would pick who they'd write. I always let my writers pick first. I figured they do their best work when it's something they're inspired to write... and they got so few chances at ownership, I wanted to give it whenever I could It's why I (reluctantly) let Patrick wrest Cole from my grasp in DAI, a character I'd created in Asunder. It's also why I let Jennifer take Anders in DA2, who I'd started in Awakening. In this instance, it meant I was left with the angry elven warrior character who nobody else appeared to want."
"It should have been my first clue that something was up. The second was how the artists had zero clue what to do with him. The art concepts were all over the place - from mages to crows to... well, even weirder. No matter how hard I tried to explain the idea, the artists simply didn't seem to get it Does this mean he was a bad character? Not exactly. Just an idea that probably deserved some re-examining. You can tell when an idea has a certain spark, and part of that is being easy to communicate. Sadly, there wasn't time for any re-examining even if it'd occurred to me. And it didn't, not yet. If it had, if I had time, maybe I'd have re-booted him as a templar. Someone pro-templar rather than anti-mage, who could give a personal hook into Meredith and give the templars some badly-needed humanity. But this falls into the shoulda-woulda-coulda category. I had a follower to write. Quickly. I struggled, at first. It was hard to get away from "Fenris hates everything, all the time". It felt very one-note, and I didn't know where to take him. My third clue, I guess. I also wasn't sure if I was the right person to write a former slave. I did know that couldn't be the center of his story. I did know trauma, however. How it can eat you up. How the hate and resentment is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. How it can infect your relationships. Fenris's trauma isn't my trauma, obviously, but here I dipped into a more personal part of myself than I'd ever done before."
"It gave me the center of his story I was missing, but wow was it uncomfortable. In a good way, maybe. I likely wouldn't have, if I hadn't been so desperate. In a way, I think DA2 had some of our best writing *because* of the timeline. It was raw, with little time to sand down the interesting parts. I wouldn't have done the "Fenris doesn't talk to you for three years" thing if I'd known we were going to cut all the reactivity initially planned for the time jumps. When that call was made, I campaigned to cut the jumps to a year, but there was no time for the revisions it'd need. So, um. Awkward. I used to get asked where the name came from, and I... don't remember? Obviously it's derived from Fenrir, but I don't recall why we picked that. Someone pointed at Fenris the Feared from Joe Abercrombie's books... and I did read them, so maybe the name lodged in my head? Wouldn't be the first time. Casting Fenris turned out to be easy. He was the first time I requested a specific VA and got him. (The other times were Merrill and then Solas, my two "I want these specific Welsh actors, please".) Why? OK, if you must know, I'd played a bit of Final Fantasy XII. I heard Balthier. "Yes, that." đ
And Gideon Emery was a delight, as it turned out. Consummate professional, and that lovely gravel in his voice... good god. Bite the knuckles. There was a struggle to find the voice at the outset where I did my best not to say "just pls do Balthier" but he found Fenris on his own and it was amazing. Overall, Fenris turned out better than he had any right to, considering the rocky start. He had a lot of soul, a vulnerability forged by pain that struck a chord with a lot of players, and I'm glad. Do I regret anything? Probably having him live in a corpse-filled mansion that would never update. That's a hindsight thing, though, as again the cut to reactivity over the time jumps came late. Outside of that, maybe letting the player give him back to Danarius? Poor shock value and a waste of resources because almost nobody took the option. Good evil options are ones that are tempting to take. And the lyrium tattoos. Interesting concept, but they're probably why you'll never see Fenris in a future DA. He requires a custom body, and the tattoos make that expensive. It's why I put Fenris in my 4th DA novel - the cancelled one. Don't fret, though. He died in it, so this way he lives on. đ"
[source thread]
User: "Wait wait how does he die in [the cancelled novel]??" David Gaider: "Gloriously, after taking up a cause he didn't believe in at first but then made his own, one that allowed him to rediscover what it meant to be elven." [source] David Gaider: "Iâm not sorry about the novel cancellation. Iâm the one who cancelled it. I am kinda sad we couldnât make it work, though. Considering it was after I left the DA team, it would have been my final DA hurrah." [source] David Gaider: "From my perspective, it was kind of "well if you're never going to use him again, let me at least give him a proper send off" and the story required a glorious death... but I get that's not the story his biggest fans would want (which is Hawke + Fenris 4ever), so it's just as well." [source]
User: "You all did some incredible work with such a tight deadline" David Gaider: "I'm of the opinion that even if we'd had only another six months to bake, DA2 would be remembered as a classic and not either a flawed gem or underbaked sequel, depending on who you ask." [source]
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wine - jegulus-ish? - prompt from TTPD server's microprompt challenge - word count: 363
Sighing, Regulus stared at the rows and rows of wine, resisting the overwhelming urge to cry in the middle of the liquor store. While he felt like he knew something about wine, the pressure of selecting wine for this particular evening was so high that he felt like he might pass out. And it didn't help that he had zero guidance. James was great in most ways, but useless in others.
"Alright there?"
A calm, soothing voice broke Regulus from his panic, and he looked up to see the most motherly-looking woman he'd ever seen. From her kind smile to her genuinely concerned expression, she oozed maternal love, and made him want to melt.
"I-I'm fine," he sighed. Normally, he would have left it there, but for some reason, the warmth the woman gave off made him want to share more. "I'm just meeting my boyfriend's parents tonight, and...I'm nervous," he chuckled. "I don't do well with things like this and I think I've convinced myself if I pick the perfect wine, things will go perfectly."
Wrinkles formed in the corner of the woman's eyes as she grinned wider, and her warm hand moved to rest on Regulus's shoulder. "Do you love him, beta?"
Thinking of James, his beautiful grin, his laughter, the way he held him and loved him and made him laugh and constantly made his life better, Regulus couldn't help but smile and nod. "So much. More than anything, really."
The woman nodded like she was confirming something. "Then his parents will love you. All a good parent wants is for their child to be loved, after all. And if they don't...it's on them, not you."
Smiling softly and nodding back, Regulus sighed, his anxiety easing just a bit. "Alright. I-thank you."
"I also helps to bring a Chardonnay," she continued, reaching forward and handing him a bottle, eyes sparkling. "Now. I have no doubt that things will go well for you, but...good luck, Regulus."
He thanked the kind woman again, only realizing after he got to his car that he'd never told her his name.
He shouldn't have been shocked later to find out her name was Euphemia Potter.
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The internet was a bit iffy about a translation for 'dear' in Hindi, since I had to take into account age, relationship, and gender so please correct me if I'm wrong!
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