#fancy coat attire

[crimsonfluidessence]

Junelezen Day 28: Homecoming

-Well, now you are back here, Returning from that grand adventure you've not gone on since. Do you remember when you first walked through from the other side of the world, Or even when the war first ended? Maybe a part of it never gets old. It still calls to you.

[araneitela]

I was going to talk about emotional engagement, and all of those complexities, but then I saw an ad on YT for clothing, and all I could think about was how Kafka is absolutely the type to wear light-colored, high waist trousers, and it'd be perfect. One doesn't just wear high waist things, especially not light-colored because that can highlight all the wrong things, but for her, it highlights all the right things. An utterly refined woman she is, with a good sense of style. And yet, it shouldn't be confused with an inherent craving for deep luxury of any kind.

[soelstress]

Silent In the Library

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: While on a mission with Bucky, both of you get creative to avoid detection.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , explicit sex/smut, fingering , p in v sex , unprotected sex , sex in a library , some language

A/N 1 - This is my second submission for @mercurial-chuckles Smutty September Fest. Thank you for doing this challenge, it's been fun playing around with the prompts.

A/N 2 - Prompts - Asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... of course I was given five so two stories it is 🙈 7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 14) Library sex for those dark academia vibes

A/N 3 - Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work - I think the photo was from the 'Fresh' Flaunt photoshoot but I saved it from Google

A/N 4 - Please let me know if I've missed a warning, knowing me it's more than likely. Hope you all enjoy ☺️

Your limited sight in the dark night only heightened your other senses. Branches of the hedge dug into the skin of your back, scraping the exposed flesh. Warm pants tickled your ear. The smell of fresh greenery swirled with cologne, but the hand around your throat prevented you from inhaling. Your heart pounded and breaths became shorter, you couldn’t take much more.

“Come with me”.

You froze when he suddenly crumpled to the ground without a noise. Not daring to even breathe, your eyes darted around. A shift in the shadows caught your attention, moonlight softly reflecting off black and gold Vibranium to reveal the presence of your saviour. You took a deep breath in relief, the sudden rush of air triggering a coughing fit. “What took you so long?” 

A scoff reached you long before the outline of your mission partner, barely visible in his dark attire. “Despite what Sam believes, I do not have ‘cyborg x-ray vision’. Took me awhile to dodge security AND find you. In a maze. That’s out of bounds. Couldn’t have made it any easier for me, could you?” He stopped near you, pausing as your coughing fit didn’t seem to be easing. “You ok?”

You raised your arms in an attempt to ease your spluttering. After a few moments, it slowed. “Unfortunately for you, yes”. You took a few slow breaths before turning to him. “Sorry for any extra paperwork, I’m sure you’d prefer that to having to deal with me”.

“I can handle paperwork. What I can’t handle is Sam complaining if something happens to you. I wanted to throw him off the plane because he grilled me for a bruise that you got. After our last mission. Tripping over thin air”. Though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the weight of his trademark scowl. Hopefully he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks from his words which unfortunately were true. “So can we please try to keep you in one piece to complete the mission and the journey home?”

Right. The mission. The one requiring you to break into the mansion of a former Hydra informant to retrieve a drive that contained information on old Hydra bases and activities. The one that Sam swore would be best to infiltrate on the night of a big party to avoid rousing suspicion. The one he insisted on pairing you and Bucky together. James Bucky Barnes - tonight’s savour, the reason you had previously tripped over thin air, and ultimately your unrequited crush. Part of you wanted to kill Sam who teased you mercilessly for your crush but the other part relished the chance to work closely with the sinfully sexy Super Soldier.

The pair of you had decided to attend the party separately, providing two opportunities to grab the drive, but also separate alibis if required. On arrival, you had started by trying to sneak upstairs to the library. But one lone security guard had thwarted your effort and then proceeded to follow you. In a desperate attempt you tried to escape him in the maze but he had cornered you. He had toyed with you, threatening to take you to the host when Bucky had stepped in. 

A soft grunt interrupted your musings. Bucky had picked up the security guard and removed his phone. Walking a few strides to where two hedges met to form a corner, Bucky carefully launched the guard to land on top of the eight foot hedges so he was out of sight from anyone walking by. You couldn’t help chuckling at the sight. Together you both started to follow the path of the maze in a companionable silence. A few turns had been made and in the distance you could see pinpricks of light from the mansion. Bucky’s warm hand grabbed your wrist. “Someone’s coming” he murmured. You knew he’d be thinking about how to fight his way out as quietly as possible. But with one guard down already, you couldn’t risk attracting further attention.  And only one of you had Super Soldier speed. An idea burst into your mind as you glanced around, seeing a small path in the hedge that led to a dead end after a few paces. 

 You turned and yanked him toward you. “What -“ his question was cut off when you pulled him into a fierce kiss. Bucky froze. You were certain he’d shorted circuited and that you would end up having to fight your way through. Pulling away, you made to turn and face the approaching threat but Bucky guided you backwards towards the small path. His left arm cushioned your back from the hedge, hand cupping the back of your head. His nose and lips drifted along your neck and collarbone, growling when your hands gripped the lapels of his jacket in an effort to pull him closer. Lost in a fog of desire, you felt your body trying to meld to his. His right hand gripped your waist, your leg starting to lift up to his waist in response when he froze again. “They’re gone”. Reality washed over you like a cold tidal wave, the heat of embarrassment soon fighting with the chill you’d felt a moment ago. Though you craved so badly to stay pressed to him, you knew that he didn’t feel the same as you. Besides which and most importantly, you had a job to do. Unclenching your fingers from his jacket, you tried to lower your leg discreetly and checked your appearance as a cover. Bucky unwound his arms from around you but didn’t step back. “What was that?”

Face burning, you sidestepped him with a shrug. “All your training and you don’t know how hard it is to run in heels, let alone fight”. As you walked, you could feel heat in your belly and slick pooling in your panties. Unbelievable. You’d acted like a horny teenager - sharing one kiss and then pressing against him as he held you. How the hell had you lost control like that? There were a few moments of your footsteps before you heard Bucky’s tread catch up. Tension was thick as you silently headed towards the mansion. Leaving the maze, you saw people making their way indoors. 

You avoided looking at Bucky. “I’ll mingle”.

“I’ll hit the bar”. 

Both of you separated at the bottom of the stairs, joining the crowds to drift inside. You began to work your way around the room, spending a few minutes in various conversations and contributing noises of agreement or amusement. It would be enough for the fellow guests to notice you in the moment but difficult to remember later while also giving you a good cover in case security was watching. After thirty minutes, you walked down the hallway that led to the ladies room on the next floor but also the main stairs that led to the library on the top floor. 

“Sam’s gonna kill me, your back looks like you got in a fight with an alley cat”. The rough timbre rumbled in your ear. 

Shrugging, you cautiously began to climb the stairs. “Some guys these days can’t manhandle a woman properly. It’s not the first time I’ve been roughed up”. Bucky fell silent as you moved towards the landing of the next floor. You hadn’t noticed the scratches on your back, Bucky must have effectively shielded your back when he pushed you into the hedge. You bit your lip to hold in a soft moan at the thought. From the way the way he’d handled you and the security guard in the maze, you knew that his version of roughing up would be very different.

“Hold up, doll. Security’s sweeping the stairs. Just lean over and wave like you’ve seen someone”. Doing as instructed, you leaned against the railing. Somehow your gaze landed on Bucky at the bar. A choked gasp escaped your mouth at the first clear sight of him. You knew he wore black from his camouflage trick in the maze. But this was something else. Dressed in a form fitting black suit with tousled hair and stubble dusting his cheeks, he had your heart and mind racing. “See something you like, toots?” Caught in a blue gaze, you blinked before waving. Bucky raised a crystal glass of amber liquid, the black jacket looking snug against his beefy arms and broad chest. 

Taking that as a signal to start moving again, you quietly hurried back along the corridor. “Almost didn’t recognise you without that scowl Barnes. You actually look decent”. 

A soft chuckle sounded through the comm, sounds of movement following. You figured Bucky had left the bar. “Well you clean up nicely too. Almost mistook you for a dame in that dress” he teased. As you crept up the final stairway, a mirror was placed opposite the steps and you took a moment to admire the dress you wore. A black velvet maxi dress that was strapless and had a slit up the left side hugged your body. Blushing slightly, you couldn’t help feeling pleased that he had noticed. Reaching the top of the stairs, you moved towards the correct door. 

You glanced behind you before carefully opening the door to the library, slipping inside before you closed it and looked around. Two walls were lined with books, every floor to ceiling shelf filled carefully and pristinely kept. The door you had just walked through was also framed with shelves of books. A giant rustic stone fireplace dominated the fourth wall to your left, a roaring fire illuminating an abstract painting mounted above it. Chesterfield seats were scattered through out the room. A pleasant smell of old books and leather soothed your nerves and you found yourself relaxing. Approaching the fireplace to examine the painting closely, you were suddenly yanked backwards into the left corner of the room near the door. As you wriggled, you managed to elbow your assailant before being restrained. “Calm down toots! It’s me” Bucky grunted in your ear before letting you go. 

“I thought men from the forties were gentlemen?” Grumbling, you turned and straightened your dress before looking at him to see him rubbing where you’d jabbed him. “Gotta say Barnes, grabbing a lady like that tarnishes your reputation as a charmer”. 

Bucky smirked, his face half hidden in darkness. “Depends on your definition of lady, doll. Besides you’re the one who said about being poorly handled in the maze”. You flushed, earlier thoughts of him handling you resurfacing. “Anyway, come look at this”. He pointed towards the left side of the fireplace. On closer inspection you noticed that the fireplace was not built flush into the wall but instead the stone sides jutted a few feet into the room. Before you could ask if the old man needed his eyes checked, he gently took your elbow and led to you the right side of the fireplace. A little corner nook was formed where the fireplace wall met the bookshelf of the adjoining wall. Near the corner a bookshelf slightly wider than Bucky was built in. “There’s an electronic book safe a few shelves up”.

Glancing around, you saw a rolling ladder on a track. You made to move when Bucky beat you to wheeling it as close as possible, but there was a small gap between the shelf and the ladder. Frowning, you glanced at Bucky who nodded and moved to hold the ladder on one side. As you climbed carefully up the rungs, you heard him move to hold both sides to stop the ladder from rolling. Carefully opening the safe cover, you saw the electronic key pad with the spaces for a five digit number flashing. Looking at the buttons, you could see five buttons had been pressed more frequently than others. As the possibilities for the code ran through your head and you eliminated any as a birthday or memorable date, you thought about how the owner of this mansion had become involved, anything you could remember about his background - of course. You scoffed softly and entered the code. 4-9-3-7-2. The lock clicking open echoed in the quiet room. Shaking your head, you reached into the safe and pulled out a small drive the size of a quarter before sealing the safe and replacing the book cover. You began to descend the ladder, carefully feeling for each step before moving. 

Reaching the last rung, you felt Bucky behind you. Inhaling deeply you slowly turned, using the rungs for support until you found yourself eye to eye with him. Without a word he took the drive from you and slipped it in his breast pocket. His flesh hand cupped your cheek. Blazing blue eyes searched your soul before his lips brushed over yours. Warmth rushed through every fibre of your body. As he pulled back slightly, you ached with want, with need. Lifting your right hand from the rung you caught his stubbled chin and pressed a kissed to the dimple before ghosting a kiss at each corner of his mouth. With a sharp inhale Bucky kissed you softly, almost reverently. He deliberately took his time, a sharp contrast to the fierce kiss in the maze. This was so much better than you had ever imagined, his lips firm and soft though roughened by the stubble peppering his face. You gasped when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking access to your mouth. Once granted his tongue carefully tasted and teased, licking along your teeth and sending shivers down your spine. His tongue brushed yours and you could taste the whiskey he had been nursing earlier. Your thighs pressed together at his luscious licks, imagining that wicked tongue somewhere else. The hand holding his chin moved to drift through his hair while the other arm wrapped around his thick frame. Chests pressed together your leg slowly slid up and wrapped around his waist, grinding against him as you captured and sensually suckled his tongue. With a groan Bucky lifted you off the ladder and held you close. Your other leg wrapped around him as you continue to rub against him. 

Bucky’s lips moved to leave  a wet trail on your face, neck and chest. His right hand moved down your dress and snuck in along the slit. Cerulean eyes widened when he found how wet you were for him.

“The maze” you whisper, answering his unasked question.  

Nuzzling your neck, his fingers slid under the material and glided through your soaking folds. You bit back a moan when he brushed over your clit. One thick finger pushed  inside you, causing you to arch into him. “Fuck�� so tight, baby”. As he moaned in your ear, another finger entered you. His thumb brushed your clit as his fingers curled upward. “Squeezing me so tight… God you feel so good”. The only sound that you could hear was your panting and the sound of his fingers fucking you. A burning pressure began to build.

“Barnes” you whimpered, humping his hand frantically. 

“That’s it sweet girl, cum for me”. Bucky’s smile widened as you clamped down on his fingers, his mouth swooping down over yours to catch any noise. 

Using his Vibranium arm to lift you higher, Bucky’s flesh hand fumbled to undo the waistband of his trousers. The sound of a zipper opening reached your ears. Searching blindly your fingers grasped his hot velvet flesh and gently squeezed the tip.

“Been hard since I first saw you in this dress earlier today”. Your eyes widened at the understanding Bucky had wanted you before leaving for the mission. “I wanted to break the fingers of that asshole who dared to touch you”. 

Longing flooded you at the dark threat. “Want you so much. Bucky… Please” you whimpered.

As he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds and over your clit his gaze burned into you, marking you. Lowering you slowly onto his cock, both of you groaned as the thick flesh stretched you deliciously. Once his groin met yours, you let out a small whine at being filled so deeply. 

Before he could move the door to the room opened, chatter and light filling the quiet space. Bucky quietly pushed the ladder back toward its original position before pressing you against the fireplace wall, only the length of the fireplace wall and shadows caused by the fire hiding your presence from the newcomers. Bucky’s eyes never left yours but you could tell his attention was elsewhere. Annoyance swept through you at the second interruption of the night chased by desire. Right now, you didn’t care that your mission was to infiltrate the home of a Hydra agent to steal essential intelligence. Right now, all that mattered was that Bucky - the man who you’d wanted for so long -  was here with you, inside you. These people could notice you at any moment, could catch Bucky balls deep inside you… 

At the thought, your core clenched around him which caused Bucky to let out a muffled curse. His dark brow raised in silent query. You’d never felt so exposed, so reckless and you wanted him in it with you. Rocking your hips, you tried to start moving against him. Bucky’s hold on you tightened as he shifted. A whimper escaped you as he nudged your clit with his movements. His flesh hand covered your mouth, both of you straining to hear any hints that you had been detected. But the chatter carried on, ignorant to the raw exhibition only a few feet away. 

Bucky placed a single finger against your lips in warning. You gently licked his finger before nipping the tip and sucking it into your mouth. Jaw dropping, he inhaled slowly before he began to move. Tongue swirling around the digit, your sucking matched the pace of his slow and steady thrusts. As his body temperature began to rise you were caught in a delightful concoction of senses - Bucky’s scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of the library, drowning in the depths of his loving and lustful gaze, tasting the slight tang of your arousal on his finger and the feel of his body caging you as you clung tightly to Bucky, trying to pull him even closer. Cautiously he positioned you against the shelf, leaving you immobilised and unable to do anything except continue to take his measured movements. He began to roll his hips and pulled back before repeating the motion. As a wave of heat began to build, you could swear you felt his cock harden further. “Cum” he breathed in your ear. The dam broke and the tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed you. Feeling a cry rise in your throat you kissed Bucky desperately. With a gasp he twitched inside you, filling you as he rolled his hips to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

Distantly, you heard the door open and close. Only the gentle crackling of the fire and soft panting filled the room now. Bucky lowered you till you stood on slightly wobbly legs and slowly pulled out of you. Removing a handkerchief from his pocket, he carefully wiped between your legs before doing the same to himself. Eyes locked with yours, he tugged your underwear and dress back into place before tucking himself back into his pants, placing the folded handkerchief into his pants pocket. Leaning forward he caught your mouth in a soft tender kiss. “That should’ve been our first kiss” he murmured. 

“So what happens now?” You hated to think that this had only happened because of the mission, that nothing had changed. When his fingers entwined with yours, you were surprised to see him smiling softly.

“Long term? I want to court you baby, for you to be my girl and me to be your guy. But now? We leave, head home and handover the drive”. A twinkle danced in his eye as his smile changed to a smirk. “And then I want to hear you all night. No interruptions. No being quiet.” His brow puckered in confusion when you giggled. “What?”

“Looks like we’ll both be giving Sam something to complain about”.

[mcrdvcks]

Shut Up

Summary: You and Logan are sent on a mission: go to the gala and find out information about a mutant trafficking ring.

Word Count: 3.7k+

Pairing: Logan (X-Men) x fem!reader

Notes: the summary seems much darker than what the story actually is, promise!

reader's powers are psionics, but her specialty is feeling other people's emotions

also, check out the part 2 if you so please! it's pretty much only smut (i think it's more words than this too, oops)

picture of reader's dress

warnings/tags: some uses of y/n, pet name (doll), rich people

Part 2

You and Logan stood in the large entrance way of the gala, the worker taking your feathery coat from your hands, leaving you in your black figure-hugging gown, with detachable arm sleeves and a high slit on one side.

This certainly wasn’t your ideal mission, you hated dressing up.

You fidgeted with the detachable arm sleeves of your gown, glancing over at Logan, who stood beside you in the grand entranceway. His usual rough exterior was toned down by the crisp black suit he was wearing, though he still had that rugged edge about him that no fancy attire could hide. He caught your fidgeting and smirked, leaning in slightly.

"You look uncomfortable, doll," he said in that deep, gravelly voice of his, his eyes scanning your figure from top to bottom. "Fancy parties not your thing?"

You shot him a quick look, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He had a way of making you feel both self-conscious and... something else. Something you didn’t want to think about too much.

"You know I hate dressing up for this shit, Logan," you muttered, tugging slightly at the fabric near your waist. "I feel like I’m suffocating in this thing. And these people…" You gestured toward the well-dressed crowd mingling in the ballroom ahead, laughing and sipping on champagne. "Ugh."

Logan chuckled lowly, his gaze never leaving you. "Coulda fooled me. You look damn good." The compliment was casual, but the way he said it, the way his eyes lingered a bit too long on your slit, sent a small shiver down your spine.

You rolled your eyes, trying to act unaffected. "Focus, Logan. We’ve got a job to do, remember?"

"Trust me, doll," he said, slipping his hands into his pockets, his smirk still in place. "I'm plenty focused."

You couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Logan had always been like this with you—flirty, teasing, but never crossing the line. It was this unspoken thing between you two, a game that neither of you had acknowledged but both played. Sometimes you wondered if he was just messing with you, or if there was something more underneath all the teasing.

Either way, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about it.

As you both stepped further into the ballroom, the sound of soft classical music filled the air. Logan’s hand brushed against the small of your back, guiding you toward the bar, where you could at least look like you were blending in while you scoped out the place.

Charles had said there were going to be a group of people here tonight talking about a mutant trafficking ring. All you had to do was find them and listen in.

And just maybe kick some ass, even if Charles told you not to. You and Logan weren’t exactly the type to follow orders.

Logan leaned close to your ear as you both approached the bar. "Just remember, doll, no ass-kicking unless absolutely necessary," he said with a smirk, his voice teasing but with a hint of seriousness underneath.

You glanced up at him, trying to suppress a smile. "I know, I know. We’re supposed to play nice and just listen," you said, rolling your eyes. But let’s be honest, 'just listening' wasn’t your strong suit either. You were here to get information, but the thought of standing around, making small talk with these people, made your skin crawl. You’d much rather get straight to the point. Maybe that’s why Logan had been assigned to partner with you on this mission—he was just as bad at following orders as you were.

"Good. 'Cause the last thing I need is you turning this into a scene," Logan replied, his grin widening as he leaned against the bar.

"Oh, come on, Logan," you shot back, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "When have I ever been known to cause a scene?" You batted your eyelashes dramatically, playing innocent.

Logan snorted. "Yeah, sure. You, not causing a scene? That's cute, sweetheart." He signaled to the bartender. "Whiskey. Neat."

You glanced around the room, using your psionic abilities to subtly sense the emotional energy of the people around you. The room was a mess of conflicting emotions—excitement, greed, lust, and arrogance filled the space, but nothing out of the ordinary for a gathering like this. Still, you could sense something darker underneath the surface, a faint thread of fear and unease woven into the fabric of the crowd. It was faint, but it was there.

Logan nudged you with his elbow, drawing your attention back to him. "You picking up anything?"

"Just the usual cocktail of emotions," you said, lowering your voice as the bartender handed Logan his drink. "But there’s something… off. I can’t quite put my finger on it yet."

Logan took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes scanning the room. "We’ll find 'em. Just gotta stay patient." He gave you a sideways glance. "Think you can manage that, doll?"

"Patience is my middle name," you deadpanned, though both of you knew that wasn’t true. You weren’t known for your patience. But for now, you’d play along. This mission was important, and you weren’t about to screw it up. Not with Charles counting on you.

Logan chuckled again and leaned back against the bar, his eyes briefly flicking down to your gown before meeting your gaze again. "Still can’t believe you got all dressed up for this. Coulda fooled me that you hate it. You’re turning a few heads."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that your way of telling me I look nice, Logan? Because that almost sounded like a compliment."

His lips curled into a slow, lazy grin. "What can I say? You clean up nice, Psionix." He downed the rest of his whiskey, eyes twinkling with amusement.

You felt a slight blush creeping up your neck but quickly masked it with a smirk. "And here I thought you liked me better in tactical gear."

"Don’t get me wrong, doll," Logan said, his voice lowering as he stepped just a little closer, his presence filling the space between you. "You look good in anything. But this… this is something else."

Your breath caught for a split second, the heat between you rising as his gaze lingered on your face, your lips, and then back to your eyes. “Well, if I’m being honest, I prefer you shirtless,” you teased, your voice low but dripping with playful intent. You didn’t break eye contact, letting the words hang in the air between you both.

Logan raised an eyebrow, that cocky smirk of his creeping back onto his face. “Is that so?” he murmured, leaning in slightly, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. "Can't say I'm surprised. Most people do, sweetheart."

You snorted softly, rolling your eyes as you turned away from him to glance around the room, trying to refocus on the mission. But you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. This was just Logan. Always pushing boundaries, always teasing. And you weren’t exactly innocent in it either.

But still, there was something… different about tonight. The way his eyes lingered on you, the way his voice dropped a little lower than usual, the way your heart raced just a little faster. You wondered if he could sense it too—the tension between you both that had always been there but never quite acknowledged.

Logan’s hand found its way to the small of your back again, his touch light but steady as he subtly guided you toward a quieter corner of the ballroom. The warmth of his hand sent a jolt through you, but you tried to ignore it, focusing instead on scanning the crowd for your targets.

“You see anything?” he murmured, leaning close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath against your ear.

“Not yet,” you replied, eyes darting from face to face. “But that uneasy feeling is still there. Just need to figure out where it’s coming from.”

“Hmm,” Logan hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze still roaming over the room. “Stay sharp, doll.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “Like I need you to tell me that.”

He smirked, a hint of a challenge in his eyes. “Just making sure you remember the plan.”

“Oh, I remember,” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Play nice, look pretty, and no ass-kicking unless absolutely necessary.”

Logan chuckled, his eyes flicking over your form again. “Well, you’ve got two out of three down pat.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Which two?”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “Looking pretty and causing trouble.”

Your breath hitched slightly, the intensity in his gaze sending a ripple of heat through you. “Pretty sure ‘trouble’ is your middle name, not mine,” you said, trying to sound casual.

Logan’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Guess that makes us a good team, then.”

You wanted to scoff, to brush off the implication, but the way he was looking at you made it hard to think straight. For a second, you almost forgot why you were there, the mission blurring at the edges as you got lost in those damn eyes of his.

“Psionix,” he said, bringing you back to reality with just your code name. His tone was more serious now, a subtle reminder of where you were and what you were supposed to be doing.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, tearing your gaze away from him and focusing on the task at hand. “Just keep your eyes peeled.”

He nodded, his expression unreadable. But as you turned to face the room again, you couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you, a weighty gaze that made your skin tingle.

You refocused, honing in on the emotions swirling in the crowd. There was excitement, greed—nothing unexpected for a gala full of rich people. But that dark thread of unease lingered, slipping just beneath the surface. It was faint, but unmistakable. Whoever it was, they were here.

You closed your eyes for just a second, concentrating. Your power flared slightly as you extended your senses further into the crowd, gently weaving through the emotions until you found it—a cluster of fear and malice. Bingo.

"There," you whispered, nudging Logan subtly. "Near the back, close to the big windows. Two men, maybe three. They’re nervous, hiding something."

Logan gave a small nod, his gaze shifting casually toward the area you’d mentioned. "I see 'em," he murmured. "Can’t hear much from here, though. We’re gonna have to get closer."

You both started moving, weaving through the crowd, trying to appear casual. You made your way to the bar again, standing just a few feet away from the group of men. Logan's superhuman hearing kicked in as he subtly leaned in, pretending to survey the liquor bottles behind the bar.

"They’re talkin’ about somethin’ shady, but it’s quiet," Logan muttered, low enough for only you to hear. "Mutants, shipments, some kinda deal goin’ down soon."

You kept your eyes forward, but your heart quickened. "Trafficking?"

"Sounds like it," Logan replied, his jaw tightening. "We need more details. But if we hang around here too long, they’re gonna get suspicious."

"Maybe we should split up. We’d blend in easier with the crowd," you suggested, trying to stay casual as you glanced around the room.

Logan tilted his head slightly, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling back on you. "Not a bad idea, doll. But if things go sideways, you better stay close. Don’t need you gettin' yourself into trouble without me."

You rolled your eyes. "I think I can handle myself, Logan."

He smirked. "Oh, I know you can. Just sayin', I like bein' there to watch."

You ignored the way his words made your pulse quicken and nodded. "We’ll stay in each other’s sight. I’ll keep an eye on the emotions from this side. You listen in, and if anything happens, we meet at the far end of the bar."

"Got it." Logan took another sip of his whiskey before turning to saunter off toward the side of the room where the group of men stood. You watched as he moved, trying to blend in with the crowd as you stayed where you were, your senses focused on tracking the emotions of your targets.

The nervous energy around the men was still there, tense and uneasy. It was like they were waiting for something—or someone. You shifted your stance, leaning casually against the bar as you closed your eyes briefly, letting your psionics stretch out just a bit more, trying to pull at the threads of fear in the room.

Logan, now closer to the group, kept his back to them but you could tell from his posture that he was listening in. His superhuman hearing had always been a huge advantage in these situations, and with your psionics guiding him, you made a pretty solid team—when you weren’t teasing each other, that is.

Just as you started to focus, one of the men in the group glanced over, his gaze lingering a little too long on Logan. Shit. He must've noticed something.

You felt the wave of suspicion hit you before Logan even turned slightly to meet your eyes across the room. You knew you had to do something before the men caught on to what you were both up to.

Without thinking, you pushed yourself off the bar and sauntered over to Logan, pretending like you’d been on your way to him the whole time. When you reached him, you leaned in close, brushing your fingers against his arm as if you were just here to flirt.

"Play along," you whispered into his ear.

Logan, ever the pro, didn’t even flinch. Instead, he turned his head slightly toward you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Thought you couldn’t stay away from me, doll."

You narrowed your eyes at him but kept the playful banter going. "Yeah, well, someone has to keep an eye on you. Besides, you’re the one who told me to stay close."

His smirk widened as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in closer so you were pressed up against him. It was all for show, of course, but the feel of his hand on your hip sent a jolt through you that had nothing to do with the mission. "That’s right. Guess I did."

You could feel the eyes of the men across the room on you both, their suspicion easing slightly as they bought into the act. You had to keep them distracted, keep their attention off what you and Logan were really doing.

"Don’t get too comfortable," you muttered, trying to stay focused. "They’re still watching."

Logan’s grip tightened on your waist for just a second, his eyes flicking toward the group before settling back on you. "Don’t worry, doll. I got this." Before you could respond, Logan leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "You’re really sellin’ it, Y/N. Almost too well."

You swallowed, trying to ignore the way his breath on your skin made you feel. "Just doin’ my part."

His hand on your waist slid a little lower, dangerously close to your hip bone. "Sure you are. You’re enjoyin' this a little too much."

You shot him a glare, but before you could retort, one of the men from the group stepped forward, moving toward the bar. He was heading in your direction.

"Incoming," you muttered to Logan, your voice barely audible. “He’s confident. Think he knows who we are?”

Logan didn’t look phased, but you saw the subtle shift in his posture—his muscles tensing under the fabric of his suit. He kept his gaze focused ahead, though you knew his senses were already tracking the man moving toward you.

“Don’t think so,” Logan murmured, his lips barely moving.

The closer the man got to you, the more arrogance you felt. Whoever this guy was clearly thought he had you both right where he wanted you.

You turned slightly in Logan’s hold, his hand moving with your body to finally rest on your hip. “Quick, pretend like you're about to kiss me.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Pretend, huh? Doll, you should know I go all in or nothin’- ”

You cut Logan off by putting your hands on his jaw and pulling him down, pressing your lips against his. It was supposed to be just for show, just a distraction to keep the guy from getting suspicious. But the second your lips met his, the whole plan went out the window.

Logan didn’t hesitate. He kissed you back, hard and fast, his hand tightening around your waist as he pulled you even closer. The heat between you two had been simmering for a while now, and suddenly it felt like a dam had broken. You felt the tension that had been building for so long snap into something real, something you couldn’t ignore.

Your heart was racing, and you knew you should stop—this wasn’t the time or place, and you had a job to do—but his lips were on yours, and it felt way too good to stop. You could feel his rough beard brush against your skin as he deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding up to the back of your neck, holding you close like he didn’t want to let go.

For a brief moment, the mission faded into the background. The gala, the crowd, even the man approaching—all of it disappeared as you lost yourself in Logan. The heat between you two was undeniable, every teasing remark, every playful touch over the years suddenly making sense. It had always been there, simmering just beneath the surface.

But then reality crashed back down, hard.

You heard the footsteps stop a few feet away, the arrogant man watching you both with thinly veiled disgust. He cleared his throat, his presence a stark reminder of where you were and what you were supposed to be doing.

You pulled back from the kiss, breathless, eyes wide as you met Logan’s gaze. For a second, neither of you moved, the intensity of the moment hanging thick in the air. His hand was still on your waist, the other resting gently at the nape of your neck, fingers brushing your skin. You could see it in his eyes—he didn’t want to let go, and truth be told, neither did you.

But the mission.

Clearing your throat, you took a step back, putting some distance between you and Logan while keeping your posture relaxed, like you hadn’t just been completely swept away. You smoothed your gown, trying to regain some composure.

The man standing before you smirked, his eyes flicking between you and Logan with an air of superiority. “Enjoying yourselves?” he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Logan was the first to recover, his rough exterior snapping back into place like a shield. He gave the man a once-over, his gaze hard and unyielding. “What’s it to you?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, as if daring the guy to say something more.

The man’s smirk widened, clearly not intimidated. He tilted his head, studying you both for a moment before speaking again. “You two don’t look like the usual gala attendees.” He raised an eyebrow, his suspicion obvious now. “Mind telling me what brings you here?”

You could feel the tension crackling between Logan and the man, both of them sizing each other up. Logan’s body was coiled, ready to strike if needed, and you knew he was already itching to shut this guy up the old-fashioned way. But you couldn’t let this turn into a fight. Not yet.

You forced a smile, stepping slightly in front of Logan to diffuse the situation. “It’s a gala,” you said, keeping your tone light and playful. “We’re here for the same reason everyone else is—to enjoy ourselves.” You ran your hand down Logan’s chest as if to sell the act, even though your heart was still pounding from the kiss.

The man’s eyes narrowed, clearly not buying it, but he didn’t push the issue further. Instead, he gave a condescending shrug. “Well, enjoy the party,” he said, his voice laced with disdain before he turned and sauntered off toward the bar.

The second he was out of earshot, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, glancing up at Logan. “That was close.”

Logan’s eyes were still on the man, watching him like a predator watches prey. “Too close,” he muttered, his voice gruff. Then his gaze shifted to you, softer now, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “You okay?”

You nodded, though your mind was still spinning from the kiss, from the intensity of it, from what it might mean. “Yeah, I’m fine. You?”

Logan didn’t answer right away, his eyes lingering on you a moment longer before he finally tore his gaze away. “We need to figure out what those guys are up to. You still got a read on them?”

You blinked, shaking off the lingering effects of the kiss as you focused on the mission again. Closing your eyes briefly, you stretched out your psionic senses, feeling for that dark thread of unease that had been following the group. It was still there, pulsing just beneath the surface of the room’s general excitement. “Yeah,” you said, opening your eyes. “They’re tense. Something’s about to happen.”

Logan’s jaw tightened. “Then we better be ready for it.” He gave you a long look, as if trying to figure something out, but then his expression hardened into his usual no-nonsense demeanor. “Stay close, doll.”

You nodded, pushing aside the butterflies still fluttering in your chest as you focused on the task ahead. There’d be time to unpack what just happened between you and Logan later—right now, you had a mission to complete.

But as you and Logan moved back into position, ready for whatever came next, you couldn’t help but steal one more glance at him. The tension between you wasn’t going anywhere. And something told you that after tonight, it was going to be a lot harder to keep ignoring it.

tags: @freythecrazyfae, @its-in-the-woods

[wonysugar]

g!p sugar mommy giselle🫦🫦🫦

g!p.... sugar mommy...... giselle..... ANON. holds you by the neck dearly thank you for this. also! it’s barely even mentioned at all but just know giselle is like 37ish and reader is in her mid-twenties. :]

cw : age-gap!

giselle as the sugar mommy you randomly met on your day to day minimum wage job at a fast food place MHMMM LET ME COOKKK..... having her be a regular who always comes in like once a week, always wearing something super fancy.. like a black prada trenchcoat or sometimes even a dolce & gabbana blazer. point is, she immediately stuck out like a sore thumb among the rest of the crowd.

plus, you found her undeniably gorgeous as soon as you laid eyes on her, so it's not like she'd go unnoticed otherwise, either.

she often approached you at the register and made small talk, as stupid as it often was. she'd find some stupid excuse not to use the self checkout machine and would find a lame conversation starter while you're watching her pull out a dior purse, proceeding with the payment of her order. that often lead to you asking her questions of your own.

"why do you eat here? you look like you have other.... better places to be eating at."

she'd chuckle at your words, finding them amusing, before answering in a gentle tone, "trust me, i do. my niece doesn't seem to think the same way i do, however, as she seems to really like this place. i appear to be the only one indulging her."

soon enough, you'd warm up to her with each visit of hers and the conversations would get much, much longer. so much so that, often times, your manager would have to step in and remind you to get back to work prompty. it got annoying quickly, as the conversations were just getting good; chatting about studies, travel plans, ambitions and goals, etc.

so, wanting to have these incredibly interesting exchanges in a more comfortable and relaxed setting, aeri asked for your number.

naturally.

who cares that she was like, ten years older than you. it wouldn’t hurt to make a friend… right?

numerous nights of friendly-texting-turned-flirty later, you two quickly agreed on a set date and location, which turned out to be a friday evening spent in the very expensive restaurant right across the block from your workplace. it was a date! she informed you to come in 'appropriate' attire, whatever that meant. how would you know? your closet consisted of hoodies, sweaters and some t-shirts as well as your work uniform. that being said, you showed up to the date wearing a low cute dark blue dress you found laying around in the darkest depths of your drawer for probably more than seven years. saying you were nervous would be nothing but a huge understatement.

she, on the other hand, came wearing a creamy white turtleneck under the black trench-coat she was usually seen wearing when ordering food at your job, the look topped off by wide legged black pants and really expensive looking black leather heels.

what the fuck are you doing.

getting cold feet, you nervously sat down at the table and bowed your head in her direction. intimidated by the light yet impacting amount of makeup she had on her face, you avoided eye contact as much as possible. she was breathtaking.

she told you to choose whatever you’d like on the menu and to not look at the price, as she insisted you not to worry at all about the bill. you, of course, felt guilty so you proceeded to pick the least expensive thing on the menu and attempted to convince her that you genuinely loved the dish, hence why you’d pick it among everything else.

who were you kidding though, you couldn’t even pronounce whatever fuckass french name it was that you picked to the waiter. she smiled at you as you finished ordering, making you turn red in embarrassment.

“you know y/n, i couldn’t bring myself to mention it in a place as unflattering as your workplace, no offence,” she started as you shook off the statement, practically agreeing with her before she continued, “but i must say that i think you are absolutely adorable.”

it gets to a point. and at this point you’re just short-circuiting at her words and intense eye contact, finding it difficult to even act properly in front of her!

she noticed that, of course, especially in times during the conversation where she called you endearing names such as “darling”, “love” and “honey”.

that wasn’t much different in bed, either.

as it turns out, you really did want her to fuck you at the end of the night! honestly, how could you not when she’d been opening every single door for you, insisting on paying for the entirety of the bill at the restaurant and offering to drive you home despite it only being a 10 minute walk?

she’d done nothing but drive you crazy all evening with her sexy and gentle manners, it’s only natural you gave her a sloppy handjob whilst she drove her grey lexus lx back to her own house with the pure intention of fucking the shit out of you.

…and she did! very well, at that!

two of her fingers deep into you, she circled your clit with her thumb and left gentle kisses on your jaw down to your collarbone. slow and steady pumps of the digits, she thrived in hearing your soft whimpers.

that didn’t last long, however. she was getting impatient, and her dick was aching to feel you.

ass up face down, you’re getting pounded relentlessly into the mattress before you know it. getting treated like nothing but a queen all night only to be later fucked like a depraved slut… it had to be the best thing you’d ever felt in a while. of course, you let her know of that with guttural moans that left your body with each thrust of her cock. she didn’t care, her house was big enough to muffle your screams, after all.

she whispered obscenities into your ear whilst you did so, gripping a fistful of your hair and humming at each sound that came out of your mouth. talking about how tight your cunt was for her, about how good it felt, how she couldn’t wait to use it every other day, about how she would kill to take care of a pretty little thing like you.

gripping onto your sides and ramming into you shamelessly as she drove you to your climax, you bit your lip until you felt like it was bleeding. her breathier heavier and each of her moans slightly higher than the previous, you both orgasmed together, a wave of euphoria washing over the two of you immediately.

oh and, you know what she said about ‘taking care of a pretty little thing like you?’ yeah, she meant every word.

soon enough, she’s taking you on dates every other weekend, referring you to a slightly better paying, less agonizing job thanks to the connections she possesses, sending you excessive amounts of money she labels as your ‘monthly allowance’ and overall spoiling you with whatever your heart desires. hell. she even payed your university tuition! she finds it endearing to see you always so shy and embarrassed to accept the money she gives you; you always go on about how ‘you don’t give her anything back’ and how it isn’t fair.

but to her, you do give back. your happiness and joy is what aeri does it for, and you give her great amounts of that. not only that, but you also give back by whoring yourself out and looking pretty for her. giving her unwarranted boners by sending her risky pictures and videos while she’s at work, having you wear the lingerie she buys you, knowing you use the toys she got you whenever she’s too busy to take care of you, etc. aeri could name nothing better than having you be the beautiful doll she gets to play with every now and then. :]

[starlight-sev]

December 1: December Moon (Snape x Reader)

(Part of @deepperplexity’s Rickmas 2024 prompts)

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything, but I really wanted to participate in Rickmas this year!

Writing’s been tough as I have a new (much more demanding) job, but I’ll do my best to get as many prompts out there this month as I can.

Gender neutral reader as always for this one. It’s platonic too. Enjoy, and happy December!

The first hour of the Yule Ball had been fun, but now the novelty was starting to wear off.

The glamour and elegance that welcomed you when you first walked into the Great Hall was now gone; napkins littered the floor, chairs were haphazardly strewn here and there from students rushing to dance in excitement, and the music had changed to ear-blasting rock.

On any other day, you would’ve loved it. But sitting here at the teacher’s table, in shoes too narrow and a fancy outfit that was beginning to itch, you just felt like crawling out of your own skin.

You were technically still on supervision duty — Dumbledore had scheduled all the teachers in one hour shifts to ensure there were chaperones at all times. Casting a glance at the silver clock on the wall, your heart sunk as you realized you still had another 45 minutes before you could retreat back into the comfort of your own chambers.

Surely no one would notice if you left for a few moments though, right? If you left your jacket on your chair, you could easily pass off a quick absence as an emergency bathroom break.

You got up out of your chair and rushed out of the Great Hall as quick as you could. You forced yourself not to look back as you turned the corner and headed into a secluded spot in the courtyard.

The winter air was a welcome chill that crept across your skin as you settled down on a step. You could relax for a moment, finally. Even if it were only for a quick smoke break. You thanked Merlin for formalwear with pockets as you snagged a lonely cigarette out of your side pocket, and fumbled around looking for a lighter in the other pocket. You did bring it with you, didn’t you?

“Escaping duty, are we?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as a quiet, yet deep, voice spoke from behind you. You shot up to your feet quickly and whipped around to see Severus smirking at you.

“Bloody hell, you scared me.” You gasped, taking in his attire. You had to admit, even in all black, he still cleaned up nicely for an event as formal as this. He had on a wool coat, and what looked like a handknitted scarf. Though he wore his usual stoic expression, the way his hands were jammed in his pockets suggested he was just as cold as you were.

“Sorry.” You muttered. “I’ll go back in. Don’t tell Albus.”

To your surprise, Severus scoffed.

“I’m escaping as well, if it weren’t obvious enough. I’ve had enough of that music.”

You laughed at that. “I thought you’d like what they’re playing.”

“Why? Because of what I wear?”

You glanced away, and out of the corner of your eye, you swore Severus smirked at you.

“I didn’t know you smoke.” He observed with a murmur, quirking an eyebrow slightly as he nodded to the cigarette resting between your fingers. You shrugged.

“I usually don’t. I’ve managed to kick the habit for the most part, it’s only in situations like these when I need something to keep me sane.”

You searched your pockets again and swore under your breath. You had forgotten your lighter.

Severus almost seemed to read your mind, and with an unreadable expression, he took out a lighter of his own. You raised your eyebrows.

“You have Muggle parents too?” You asked, somewhat astonished. Most wizards would simply use their wand as a lighter, but something about having a physical object with only one purpose felt comforting to you. Familiar.

Severus nodding in response, rolling his eyes while doing so.

“Yes. My father. You?”

“My dad too.” You replied. You held the cigarette between your lips, and, to your surprise, Severus held the lighter up for you. It was a strangely intimate gesture, and your stomach did a little flip-flop as you locked eyes with him, before lighting your cigarette.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. He just nodded.

“I’d offer you a cigarette,” you continued. “But I only brought one. Sorry. I try to limit myself.”

Severus shrugged, slipping the lighter back into his coat pocket. “I don’t smoke.”

“Then why do you have a lighter?”

There was a thick silence that filled the space between the two of you as Severus pressed his lips together.

“It belonged to my father. I suppose I keep it out of spite.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but you caught the warning in Severus’s eyes as he shifted to gaze at you. You remained quiet, and turned your gaze upwards to the sky instead.

“It’s a nice evening. Full moon tonight.”

“Mm. Indeed.”

You keep your gaze on the moon as you smoke. Neither of you speak for a while, and as you finish your cigarette, you wonder if Severus glided back into the castle as softly as he came. As you finally tore your gaze away from the moon, you caught the shadow out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh. You’re still here.”

Severus smirked a little. “Do you want me to go?”

“No, no!” You mumbled quickly, shaking your head. “It’s not that. I just… didn’t think you liked me enough to stay this long.”

As if to challenge that statement, Severus stepped a little closer to you. “And what exactly brought you to that conclusion?”

You tried to mask the way your breath caught in your throat. “Nothing, I just… I don’t know. Seems you don’t like many people here. Me included.”

“I’m selective with my company.” Severus replied slowly. “The fact that I am still here should prove you wrong, should it not?”

You couldn’t exactly argue with that. You sighed, wrapping your arms tightly around your torso. The cold was starting to hit you.

Severus noticed your feeble attempt to stay warm. Rolling his eyes, he unraveled the scarf from around his neck and draped it around you without a word.

“Oh, no it’s okay-”

“You’re shivering like a damn dog. Take it.”

You go to protest, but the fire in his eyes shuts you up quickly. You give up quickly, and nod your gratitude.

“Thank you. I owe you one.”

“Two, actually. The lighter.”

His face is serious, but you could swear you see a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“Okay,” you said sarcastically. “What’s your payment then?”

To your surprise, Severus actually considered your question. He cast his eyes back up to the moon and exhaled slowly before gazing at you.

“Tea tomorrow. Say, after the staff meeting?”

This wasn’t at all what you were used to from Severus. Maybe it was alcohol talking. Maybe it was the full moon. Nevertheless, you nodded slowly.

“Deal.”

Severus nodded, the faintest smile on his lips.

“Good. Now go back in there. Or else Minerva will have your head.”

You snickered, shaking your head. To your relief, you felt lighter than when you walked out fifteen minutes earlier.

“Are you coming in too?” You asked Severus as you began walking. He shrugged almost imperceptibly before following you.

“I suppose.”

“There’s still music playing. We could dance together.”

Your suggestion was a joke, but there was a part of you that was silently hoping he’d agree. Instead, Severus laughed and shook his head.

“Absolutely not. But I’ll share a drink with you.”

“Drink and a dance?”

“No. A drink. Two, maybe. But no dancing.”

You grin as the two of you walked back into the Great Hall. You slid into your seat at the teacher’s table, and Severus sat down beside you. You slide him a bottle of Firewhiskey from the middle of the table.

“How about two drinks and we sneak out of here for the night, for good this time?”

Severus smirked as he picked up a glass and held it out to you.

“Deal.”

[honkaimethrail]

Forms of Affection : Aventurine

A/N : He's my babygirl fr. I might continue these with other characters too but im not sure. Lemme know what you think

Headcanon where Aventurine likes to share clothes and accessories with his partner. If you're not the same size, you both usually get a bit oversized clothes so it can fit the both of you.

At the early stage of your relationship, there wouldn't be such a thing. Although he might've bought you something you caught a fancy too, you wouldn't be sharing much, clothes would be out of the equation.

However it slowly starts with sharing accessories, having matching bracelets. Aventurine would also lend you his hat as a joke or his coat if you're cold. You did the same.

At some point, the two of you stopped having separate clothing for most of your attires altogether. What's yours was his, and what belonged to his was, in Aventurine's words — "naturally yours. "

There was something so natural about it. Aventurine, waking up to you kissing his face, wearing his night clothes. To which he giggles, and asks for a kiss on the lips, which you happily oblige to while he sneakily uses the chance to pull you back to bed. Or maybe you, seeing Aventurine wearing one of your jackets, coats, even when they didn't quite fit his flamboyant image, but that didn't matter to your lover, who smiles at you fondly.

Maybe it's a not so secret that Aventurine wants to be surrounded by you, be it in any way. He loves you to bits and misses you dearly when he's away from you. It's something that only exists between the two of you in the entire universe, which is why he often finds himself thinking that it might be time for you to share wedding rings too.

[sofs16]

our trust

part 1: a paddock day , part 2: our leclerc win, part 3: our love in photos, part 4: our home, part 5: ripples in our love

#TAGLIST : @autumn-bitch7 @raevyng @luvvtrent @boherahpsody @treehouse-mouse @chasing-liberosis @celestialams @cherry-piee @stevesthetics @ilovechickenwings

the night of the fight, charles was slapped with the harsh reality you had left as he entered your shared home.

usually, you would provide him with delicious food you cooked by the time he was home. now, he had to walk next block to pick up some food. though he could just order, he opted not to wallow on the couch and take the 5 minute walk.

the first thing that stood out to him as he entered was your shoes. white stilettos you’d wear on your date nights, beige sandals you wore practically everywhere, and the adidas shoes he had gotten your for your anniversary with a strawberry keychain, your favorite.

he stared back at the empty coat hanger where yours was, usually. then he made his way to the living room, no blanket of yours was there or those little stuffed toys he had grown to love and appreciate over the last few months.

making his way to the dining or kitchen area, it was only set for one. he sat down staring at your seat. the same seat where he had pleaded you to stay.

after eating, he made it back to your shared room. the things he noticed at first glance was baffling. no salt lamp you loved so dearly, no fluffy blanket you loved, no slippers beside the bed, your skincare products all gone, your jewelry box missing from your bedside table, and many more.

he saw your closet halved of what it was. he sighed and took his pajamas before entering the bathroom and feeling the hole in his chest grow deeper. he had done this to himself.

he settled in your side of the bed, hoping to feel the last ounce of you. scrolling on his phone, he conversed with the grid on his mistakes and what he should do. pierre had told him to march over to france and beg yn to take him back, alonso was strongly opposed to that, suggesting to charles he should give her space but also make himself known. so that’s what he did.

he texted you every time he could and also stalked every yn fanpage known to man. when he got the message you wanted to meet at baku, he held himself from screaming in excitement as he was having dinner with the grid.

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

september 10, 2024

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

would you mind if i went to baku this week and we talked?

sharlie brown 🫀🏎️

Of course, amour! Would you want me to pick you up at the airport?:)

september 11, 2024

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

if you’re not too busy

slr i just finished booking the flight

sharlie brown 🫀🏎️

I am never too busy for you.

y/n/n my love 😘❤️

Thennn tomorrow 9pm, pick me up?

sharlie brown 🫀🏎️

Can not wait to see you, I love you! 😘

Charles rushed out of the ferrari garage to fetch you. On the way, he was starting to worry if ‘and we talked’ would mean you were ending it with him.

He saw you sitting on your luggage outside the airport. He smiled at the sight of you and immediately went out of the car.

It wasn’t easy to not spot Charles as he pulled up in his Ferrari all red attire and his fancy car. You stood up, he hugged you tightly, and you smiled at the familiar feeling. “I missed you so much, amour. Are you okay? How was the flight?”

“I-“ You were cut off as many fans approached you both. Charles was quick to bring you in the car and your luggages and carry ons. A fan asked him to sign a Lightning McQueen shirt and you couldn’t help but laugh, making Charles smile.

The drive wasn’t awkward at all. Charles put on your favorite songs and asked little questions about your time away from him.

You mentioned how you discovered a new restaurant he would love in Nice and should go together.

Charles’ heart sped up at the idea you thought of him in places like restaurants and you wanted to go places with him. It gave him hope your conversation would end positively.

you sat criss crossed on the bed after changing and looked at Charles. “i- I really missed you, Charles” you confessed as he smiled “I missed you more than words can explain it, belle” he replied

no matter how many times you had rehearsed this on the plane, your feelings were confused. you sighed and laid your head on charles’ lap as he stroked your hair.

“i still wanna be with you charles, of course i do. i just… i dont know how to trust you. i need your word charles. you won’t do this to me ever again because it fucking hurts, charles leclerc. It hurts. drunk or not, i need you to control yourself, though i don’t know how you’ll control your drunk self. i cant do this again.”

“again? … i know, amour. i have been making myself better for you while you were away. i am lessening my drinking because i can not live without you. i have not even drank since you left and you are my everything, my priority, even on top of ferrari” he kissed your forehead as you smiled.

“‘kay… i missed you” you said quietly, nuzzling into his sweater. “me too, love” “get rest, you’ll do great tomorrow” “with you by my side, i hope so” he chuckled.

charles knew you wouldn’t just forget about it, so he was determined to prove to you he meant everything he said.

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yn.charlesupdate PARENTS BACK TOGETHER AT BAKU AIRPORT !!!❤️❤️❤️ view all 1,484 comments

ynslife happy if they worked it out but i really hope yn doesn’t get hurt again:/

gridzfire LFG PADDOCK YN BACK AT IT AGAIN

september 12, 2024

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clercspaddock YN AT THE PADDOCK WE WON

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yn what can i say, i missed u hoes 🤷🏻‍♀️

⤷ clercspaddock More than charles?

⤷ yn you’re as delusional as i used to be if u believe that babes…. but i love u guys 🫀

⤷ clercspaddock hey, i had to shoot my shot

⤷ uryn how did u just casually have a convo w yn

⤷ clercspaddock I DONT KNOW

september 13, 2024

yn’s instagram story:

“ back here ❤️”

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ynnns16 yeah maybe he cheated but u cant deny he’s in love with her. it was probably a mistake because look at how he looks when he’s talking abt her:,)

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september 14, 2023

yn

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yn YOUR SILLIEST WAG IS BACK WITH A MAN WITH POLE 🥹

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2024leclercs yn beating the ferrari admin at the pole post 😭

charles_leclerc Je t’aime❤️ je ne peux pas vivre sans toi i love you❤️ i can’t live without you

⤷ yn 😘

⤷ landonorris has charles infected you with that emoji

⤷ yn it started as a joke but im afraid so.

⤷ charles_leclerc What is wrong with it?

fernandoalo_oficial Good to see you again 😊

⤷ yn I LOVE YOU

ynspillow did she just forgive and forget… babes..

⤷ yn againnn, we want to keep this private. but i don’t forget easily

⤷ verstappens3 as u should queen

mclaren You’d look good in orange 🍊

⤷ yn you mean papaya?

⤷ mclaren Whatever works for you! Send the address🧡

⤷ scuderiaferrari Don’t steal our girl🙁

⤷ mclaren Just sent the package of papaya shirts 😘

redbullracing Want to design new shirts for us? ❤️

⤷ yn YES

⤷ scuderiaferrari Excuse us.

⤷ yn you never asked me

⤷ scuderiaferrari Running to Charles about this.

ynsnorris LOL ADMINS FIGHTING OVER YN AND REDBULL JUST ASKS FOR A DESIGN 😭 september 14, 2024

yn’s instagram story:

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yn.jpg finally get to share my lil gig soon

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charles_leclerc My talented girl ❤️

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f1 Lets go!!! chickf1lla RED BULL TOO? WHAT

scuderiaferrari ❤️

⤷ ynclaren u guys badly need all the help u can get after that shit show while yn was gone…

⤷ yn.jpg LOLLLL

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yn that wasnt me

september 16, 2024

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yn we’ve been doing this for quite some time so i’m glad i get to share it with everyone now🪷 i had an amazing time doing one of the things i love in one of my favorite places! i worked with f1 and vogue magazine for this one! the “adrenaline on track” issue is out next month🏎️❤️‍🔥🫧

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maxverstappen1 Amazing

⤷ yn thanks max 🐙

landonorris IS THAT ME

⤷ yn dont let it inflate your ego

lewishamilton fire shots 🔥

⤷ yn thankies lewyyyyy

charles_leclerc These are as beautiful as you ❤️

⤷ yn are u calling my shots ugly

⤷ charlando LMAOAOAOA YN STOP

⤷ charles_leclerc What, No! I am saying you are so beautiful and out of this planet, just like these amazing photos!

charsyln yn making charles work for it as she should

voguesf1 fr though. im so happy charles and yn dated/ are dating because yn’s passions and talents are being showed to the world. everyone has talents but im just grateful we get to see her art and see her make a name for herself, not just charles’ gf

⤷ yn youre so kind:( thank you<333

⤷ voguesf1 YOURE SO KIND?? SEE THIS WOMAN IS THE RIGHT WOMAN FOR HIM AND THE WORLD TO KNOW

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⤷ stylishts lets just hope he doesn’t fuck this relationship up

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september 18, 2024

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love4wags Yn’s old twitter account has been found and leaked. Most tweets are about F1 and her current boyfriend, Charles. The twitter account has now been deleter.

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user this is disgusting. why are you posting something so personal here?

⤷ user1 well clearly she posted it on social media. she should’ve made her account private

⤷user3 she probably left it public so she’d get attention😂

checosbrazil “I hope the person I marry one day is not like this” ….. Um

tshoehbookss I never knew she had sm trauma…

yn hii pls take this down:)

⤷ ynsloml oh mom:(

september 19, 2024

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ynsloml WHY AM I CRYING OVER A TWEET. view all 1,272 comments

f1stime Well, now we know how old she is… 5 months older than Charles!

fruitsofme notice how she always says “it’s okay” in her tweets…

september 19, 2024

yn

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yn yes, i am the type to respond to anything against me while staying unbothered, get used to it.

plssss stop sharing my old tweets! they are embarrassing and old and not up to date with who i am now or how i am. i am the happiest with charles and im in an alright relationship with my parents. i am okay and always have been so! stop! spreading! lies!i worked hard for myself to live the life i live now and im thankful for the opportunities charles has given me.

(i did not at all do this for attention as i forgot about it and thought it was private <i didnt know how to private accounts at the time>)

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september 19, 2024

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ynsodddd why has yn gotten the most shit out of all the wags. what did she ever do to yall😭😭😭 and to the ‘fans’ sharing her old tweets… BFFR!!!! this girl has gone thru sm LEAVE HER ALONE 😭

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user1 fr why is everything just happening to her rn😭 traumatic parents, got cheated on, working with vogue, photographer, can speak like 6/7 languages????

⤷user2 what in the wattpad

⤷author what in the tumblr (;)

september 19, 2024

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charles_leclerc Best way to start racing weekend❤️

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september 19, 2024

#SOF i ran out of pics for the boarder thing but i may have gotten a little overboard with the drama.

please please share your opinions and lmk if i ruined it 😊

[mrsoharaa]

"So...I may have done...a thing today" you chuckle lightly behind your closed bedroom door, adjusting the strap of your newly purchased lingerie bottom amongst your curvy hips.

"Oh no." you can hear Suguru's concerned tone waft through the air, the sound of Satoru's childish chuckle bellowing.

"A good thing or a bad thing?" Satoru follows, leaning back onto the couch, leaning against Suguru's side as he scrolls through his phone.

"Both? hold on..." You emit a nervous chuckle, swallowing back the growing anxiety and nervousness gnawing at the back of your throat. Taking a breath you finally open the door, slowly.

With clinging onto one of Satoru's long fancy winter coats, you tip toed your way shyly into the living room, standing before the two. Your fingers firmly gripping onto the hemming of his button up coat, shielding your barely covered body.

Suguru hardly nudges his head, his attentive eyes gazing up at you with growing curiosity and concern. He puts his own phone down, tilting his head. Watches you squirm beneath Satoru's borrowed coat, brows rising in more curiosity.

"Sooo...do you remember that thing that I showed you the other day, Suguru?" you chewed playfully onto your bottom lip, gently swaying your legs in a giddy manner, watching him contemplate for a moment. Noting Satoru's head lift up in his own curiosity, eyes perched to you wearing one of his coats.

"That THING hm? if I can recall what that thing was I- oh" Suguru's eyes lit up with sudden realization, his limbs tensing as a low, steep chuckle resonates from his chest. His eyes lidding in sheer interest, a coy smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I'm lost, what THING?" Satoru tilts his head, glancing back and forth to you and Suguru, seeking for an answer.

A soft giggle rumbles off your lips, slowly unveiling the coat from your body, revealing the conspicuous lingerie hugging perfectly along your curvy figure.

Suguru's jaw ticks tightly as Satoru tosses his phone aside thoughtlessly, greedy eyes sinking in every inch of your breath taking attire. Watching you twirl your hips in a taunting manner, showing off the feeble fabric that barely covered your intimate parts.

Suguru leans forward, removing himself off the couch as he takes your right hand in his. Lifts and extends it to bask sweet, tender kisses amongst your palm, leisurely up the stride of your warm arm. His eyes still wallowing in the beautiful sight of his lovely angel blessing him with such a gracious sight.

"Oh, that thing...it suits you well baby, you look so so gorgeous in it" his rasp voice seeps into the warmth of your skin, raises your arm for you to twirl with the kindred plea in his glossed eyes. You smile and do so, giving him yet another show of your flaunting figure.

"You like it?" you ask sultrily, feeling his fingers gingerly brush along the valley of your smooth flesh. Reeling you in closer to his looming stature, his free hand swiveling down to the dip of your hip.

"Liking it is such an understatement...you look so divine in it my love...I could just eat you up right now actually..." he leans in to kiss the slant of your shoulder, grinning to the cute shudder that travels all over your body from his kiss.

A loud shriek throttles out from your throat, your body swiftly being yanked from the ground effortlessly and onto a strong, broad muscle of shoulder. Your sudden shriek turning into fits of laughter, your sight being met with the familiar nest of white fluff.

"I'm going to get you pregnant" Satoru plants one of his hands onto the round shape of your voluptuous rear, the other steadily, smoothly rubbing at the sides of your curvy hips. Sly fingers gradually playing with the straps of your panties.

"S-Satoru!" you lift your upper body with more fits of laughter, patting his back carefully as you notice the living room becoming distant, your head lifts up to meet back to the open vicinity of your bedroom door. You exert a playful eye roll, a streak of heat slowly pursing into your cheeks.

A subtle chuckle draws from you again, with your chin resting on your palm you felt your chin being caressed with a pair of thick digits. Forcing your pretty face to meet Suguru's lascivious glare, the familiar glint of hounding desire and carnal lust drowning out those perfect irises of mulberry. His thumb softly brushes over the lush of your tantalizing lips, parting them as he gradually inches his thick digit into your wet mouth easily, twirling with your slick tongue.

"Going to make you such a pretty mommy...going to be so radiant and beautiful all full of our cum, hm sweetheart?" the sound of Suguru's silk voice stirs the arising arousal climbing all over you, forcing you to push your thighs together.

Another shrill shriek tears from your mouth, your body being flung over onto the vast space of your queen sized bed. A gentle bounce or two holds your body amongst the soft comfort of the sinking mattress. Your eyes draws back towards the looming bodies preying over you.

Dim irises peer strictly over your cute body, carefully, direly soaking up every inch of you with growing need and animistic hunger.

Shredding their clothes hastily as they crawl all over you, Satoru at your neck and Suguru trailing a wet path of lullin, warm kisses up your arm. Both of their darken eyes fluidly glimpsing up at you.

"Pretty baby, you did this to yourself" Suguru hums lightly against your shoulder, making his way up to the juncture of your jaw, delicately prying your right leg open. As Satoru's pried your left within a swift of a motion.

"Definitely going to get you pregnant, sweetness...going to consume you whole and then some...you're going to hurt for the next few days" Satoru grins mischievously, along with Suguru's pretty smug. A pant of air slips past your lips, immense heat basking into the supple flesh of your cheeks and ears.

A small chuckle reels you from you dazed, flustered look, a gentle caress on your chin rakes you over to meet Suguru's imminent gaze.

"Mercy will not do you any good tonight sweetheart..."

this was the thing, reader was wearing <3

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Happy Holidays

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A/N; I’m 2 days late (I’m so sorry) BUT I have returned to do a Christmas fic woohoo ^_^!!! Take this as my gift to you all because thank you so much for the constant support on the fics I’ve posted, I never expected all this and I’m very happy that people like them! It motivates me to keep going :) I hope to be able to post more soon/in the new year! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and happy holidays to everyone!

Part of Written in the Stars

Summary; It’s nice to not spend Christmas alone.

Content; NSFW 18+, modern AU, Christmas fic, original characters, you and Kylo are in college, early 20s, childhood friends to strangers to lovers vibe, shared loneliness, you have a kitten, you’re an aspiring NASCAR driver, family issues, mention of abusive parents, mention of you smoking, Kylo cooks for you, very domestic, admission of feelings, reconciliation, Kylo is down bad sorry not sorry, Kylo wants to care for you, he’d do anything, desperate Kylo (my fav), first time together, eating out, fingering, marking, praise, piv sex, soft sex, aftercare, showering together, cuddles

Wc; 6.5k

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Someone is knocking on your door.

It’s 4:38 PM on Christmas Eve and someone is knocking on the door to your college apartment.

“What in the fuck?” You snap, having to pause the video you’d been watching on your phone. Your only companion is BB, the little black and silver kitten you’d found a few weeks ago who’s thankfully no longer sickly and has been putting on good weight. His head is now raised, eyes squinted from sleep. You’re about to go back to what you were doing when the knocking comes once more. You loudly groan this time, ripping off the stack of covers and blankets and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

You stomp through the apartment in your ratty t-shirt and sweatpants combo, more than ready to punch whoever’s on the other side of the door. You undo the double lock and swing it open, a brutal, anti-Christmas glare on your face. It’s wiped away in a second and replaced by shock when you see who’s waiting there, hand half raised as if to knock again.

“Kylo?” You say incredulously.

The wall of a man is dressed in his full winter attire—a long black peacoat over a black turtleneck and pants, with a scarf undone around his neck and black leather gloves covering his hands. Snow dusts his shoulders and the silky black strands of his hair, his scar stands out starkly along the left side of his face. His expression mirrors yours, seeming surprised you even opened the door.

His sticks his hands in the pockets of his coat. “Are you doing anything?”

You arch a brow and look backwards into your apartment, as if checking to make sure there’s no Christmas party going on. It’s dead silent and empty. “What do you think?” You ask dryly. You even told him how sad your Christmas was going to be when he was helping you with BB; Chief—your white haired best friend—is traveling, you’re banned from family gatherings by your mother, you have nowhere to go and nothing to do.

“Then come over to my place.” Kylo says simply, halfway between a question and a demand.

Your head tilts, brows furrowing. “For what?” You didn’t think you were on those kinds of terms. The terms of inviting each other over for fun rather than just in moments of reluctant alliance—which in recent cases was a sick kitten who’d been buried in snow on the street.

Kylo huffs as his eyes roll. “For Christmas. Unless you want to spend it in your barely heated apartment by yourself, then by all means, go ahead.”

You glare at him and hold it as you mull the idea over in your mind. You hate to admit it would be nice to get out of the apartment where you huddle under ten layers, plus Kylo’s house is really fancy… and it would be like when you were kids, your two families spending every holiday together before… everything happened. You sigh, briefly hanging your head and staring at his shiny shoes. “Fine.” You meet his eyes again. “But I’m bringing BB.”

He shrugs like it makes absolutely no difference. You tell him to give you a few minutes before you shut the door on him, hurrying back inside to get changed. You throw on simple black jeans, a white button up you only got for job interviews, and sleek black boots. BB doesn’t make a fuss when you put him in his carrier, and you put some of his food in a backpack. You put on your heavy duty jacket and you’re ready to go.

You find Kylo where you left him, except he took to leaning against a wall. He straightens when he sees you, briefly looking you over with something in his eyes that you can’t place. Your outfit is so simple and unassuming that you just take it as him judging you. “Let’s go.” You bite out.

Kylo leads the way without a word, the both of you sharing a silent elevator ride down to the ground floor. The only reason you live in a nice, on campus apartment building is because of Chief. Unlike you, she didn’t get cut off by her abusive mother and left to flounder with nothing, so Chief is able to get some of the finer things in life. You’re lucky she splits them with you.

You hiss and retract into your jacket as soon as that below freezing air hits you right in the face. There’s roughly seven inches of snow on the ground with more on the way and more being spat out by the gray clouds that obscure the setting sun. Winters up here have always been hell, and it makes you want to turn right around and forget you ever said you’d join Kylo for Christmas. BB agrees with a pitiful meow as the cold gets him through the mesh of his carrier, despite the extra blanket you stuffed in there.

You make it a quick walk to the small parking garage, Kylo’s new, black Honda Civic Type R waiting inside. You give yourself only a second to admire the car—astonished at what mommy and daddy’s money can buy—before you slip into the leather seats with teeth chattering, clutching BB’s carrier in your lap. Kylo follows, blasting the heat as soon as the keys hit the ignition. “This better be good if you’re dragging me out of my apartment into this.” You can’t help but snap.

“It’s not like your apartment is much warmer.” He retorts. You grumble over the fact he’s not entirely incorrect.

The drive from your building to his house is about twenty minutes, his home sitting in a nice neighborhood far enough from campus that they don’t run the risk of vandalism from party kids. It makes your lip upturn, looking at all the fancy houses with fancy decorations, cars lined up in the driveways and warm lights filtering through windows. It reminds you of how it’d be when you were younger, with you and Kylo’s families coming together to celebrate, parents gathering around to talk while you two ran off to play games or do something stupid. Thinking about it creates a pit in your stomach, one that’s full of something like regret and longing.

Kylo’s home is nice, to put it lightly. His mother gave it to him despite his estrangement when he decided to go to the college in the area. It has a lovely dark wooden exterior with multi-color wooden accents to match. It’s not small by any means with two floors, a basement, and an attic, everything spacious and well furnished—it’s far more than any college kid would probably need. Han used to teach a class or two on campus during special events, just so students could get some lessons from a real pro in the racing scene. Your own father would do the same before his accident ruined it all.

You’re torn from your thoughts when the car comes to a stop in the safety of the garage. You’re reluctant to leave the warmth of the Honda but you manage to get yourself up and follow Kylo. When he unlocks the door and lets you inside, your eyes widen with the sight that greets you.

“Woah-kay.” You say with a sort of awe, your head tilted back to look at all the decorations. There’s garlands wrapped along the stair banister and strewn across parts of the high-arching ceiling, mixing with the chandelier hanging above. Soft golden lights are embedded into each strand of pine. There’s smaller pieces like little trees and deer placed methodically on the small server table near the door and on the mini shelves along the walls. The wooden floor is fitted with a red carpet that leads into the massive kitchen and adjoining living room, more pretty lights and decorations filling the way.

When you enter into the living room, you can’t help but gasp at the large tree filling the back wall near the fireplace. It’s so reminiscent of the one from your childhood, Leia never liking the hassle of real trees and so always bringing out the same trusty fake one each year. The white lights reflect nicely off the windows, the dark green branches void of any ornaments. All together it’s very homey and warm, the occasional candle lit amongst the rooms. It’s the exact opposite of Kylo.

While you were walking through the house taking it all in, he took off his winter gear and stuffed it in a closet somewhere, leaving him in the turtleneck, pants, and black socks. “I’m shocked you did all this.” You manage to say when he joins you in the living room, you still spinning in circles to look at everything.

“There were some old decorations in the basement.” He says. He rolls up his sleeves and crouches by the fireplace which you notice is already loaded with fresh logs and crumpled newspaper. He throws in a match and watches it burn, stoking it a few times to make sure it catches. The sound of crackling fire along with soft Christmas music playing from a speaker filters into the room and you can’t help but feel you walked into a Hallmark movie.

You look at Kylo skeptically. “What’s all this for?”

He shrugs as he walks by into the kitchen. “We can’t celebrate how we used to?”

You scoff. “Did you do this just for me?” You know the answer to your own question considering there’s no one else here and the fact he won’t reply. “What if I had said no?”

“I knew you wouldn’t.” He says, and it annoys you how sure of himself he is.

You ignore him and instead decide to let BB loose. You pick him up out of the carrier, holding him in front of you with his back feet dangling. “Do not go tearing up all the decorations, you hear me? And don’t eat any either, I don’t need that emergency vet visit tonight.” You scold, even as your kitten just gives you his usual dumb wide-eyed look. You sigh and set him down, watching him trot off like this is his second home. It’s not far off considering Kylo still has a litter box here for him.

You shrug off your jacket and shoes, then following a delicious scent into the kitchen. Kylo’s taking two small dishes from the oven as you settle yourself into one of the barstools at the counter, a roaster with what smells like ham inside sitting nearby. You watch Kylo’s methodical movements, double checking all of his dishes and putting everything in the right spot. The food makes your mouth water and stomach grumble, reminding you that you haven’t had a decent meal in the week that Chief has been gone.

“Honey glazed ham, mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole with cheese. Does that sound good for you?” Kylo asks with a raised brow.

You almost laugh. “Are you kidding? That sounds good as fuck.”

Kylo nods and gets down two plates. “Do you want wine?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m restricting you to one glass.”

You roll your eyes. “Bastard.” Leia’s family always had the best wine you’ve ever tasted, full of rich, strong flavors and a very fine texture. It leaves you surprises with how good it is every time, and that’s why you could easily take a whole bottle. One glass won’t do much for you.

Kylo prepares a plate for you and for himself while you dump some of BB’s dry food in his bowl, just so he feels included. And so maybe he’s less inclined to try and get to the ham.

Since the dining table got moved, you and Kylo decide to sit at the counter, just the few inches of space between the chairs separating you. You take a sip of the wine first, that beautiful taste the same as you remembered it. Kylo can’t help watching you from the corner of his eye as you try the food. You give every dish its turn, and each one is just as good as the last. Bursting flavors and cooked to perfection, it’s like heaven.

“God damn.” You mumble around a mouthful, happily digging in. “I didn’t know you could cook this well.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Kylo says, finally diverting his gaze from you and focusing on his own plate.

You both sit in silence for a while, neither really knowing what to say or if you should say anything at all. You instead listen to the Christmas music coming through the speaker, the warmth of the fire on your backs. You try to ignore the type of emotion that wells inside you, some weird kind of nostalgia mixing with melancholy. You hate missing the old days, you hate missing when your family wasn’t a fractured mess, when your mother wasn’t cruel. And you hate missing a man who’s sitting right next to you on top of it all. There’s so much that has changed, both in your lives and yourselves. Hell, you hadn’t seen him in eight years until about seven months ago when you spotted him in a random bar your band had been playing at.

You drown out the thoughts by emptying your wine glass, the slight burn going down a welcome distraction.

When you’re finished with a second plate, you’re so full you can barely muster any kind of energy to move from your seat. You manage to slide out of your chair and then promptly flop onto the soft couch, the fire hot against your face. Kylo cleans up behind you, more than pleased with himself and his cooking skills.

You easily doze off with the sounds of Christmas music and dishes lightly clattering in the background. You’re not sure how long you lay there on the couch with your eyes closed, finally content with a full belly and some proper warmth—until something hits you in the face.

“Ow- fucker.” You snap, propping yourself up on your elbows and squinting against the light. You look down to find a rectangle nicely wrapped in dark blue paper, a little white bow sitting in the left corner. You’re confused while Kylo sits on the couch next to you, jostling you on the cushions.

“Open it.” Kylo says, watching you expectantly as you sit up.

You look at him skeptically, not sure how to proceed with the gift in your hands. You decide to oblige him, tentatively ripping at the crisp paper and finding what’s underneath. Your eyes widen, breath catching in your throat. It’s the video game you’ve been wanting, the one you’ve been pining after since its release a year and a half ago—you just never had the sixty dollars to cough up for it. You’d mentioned it in passing in some random conversation with Kylo that you can’t even remember and so you never expected that it would end up in your hands in this moment.

“What- I… I didn’t get you anything.” You mumble, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

Kylo leans forward, his hands clasped between his open legs. You can feel his gaze burning into you. “I didn’t want you to.”

“Thank you.” You manage to say. “For all of tonight. It was nice.” It was nice to not spend a holiday alone, to feel like a normal person again and not someone just trying to get through this day and then the next. It was… nice to spend some time with him again, without the hostility and bad memories between you.

Kylo nods, looking down at the floor as he goes quiet for a moment. His fingers twitch, his thumb tapping against the back of his other hand. He blows a sigh through his nose, clearly debating something, struggling with himself until- “I want you.”

Your head snaps up, your mouth falling open, brows furrowed. “What do you-“

“I want you, I’ve wanted you so fucking bad all this time. I’ve spent the last eight years agonizing over what I did, wishing I could just- just undo it because I’m so sick of you pushing me away. Every fucking time I think we get better and then you just shut me out again.” His words come out in a rush and he gets to his feet, one hand on his hip while the other goes into his hair as he paces. “I wish you would just let me in, let me- let me help you, fuck, so you’re not sitting in a freezing apartment all winter and living off shitty food and cigarettes.”

You stand abruptly, matching him. “You think I don’t want that?” You demand. “You think I don’t fucking miss you? You think I don’t wish I could talk to you like I used to, to come to you with anything? I miss you, Kylo, I miss you so fucking bad. I have for years. But you fucked up and I am scared of that happening again.”

He steps up to you, grabbing your hand, looking at you with such conviction it makes your breath stutter. His voice is quieter when he speaks. “Then let me show you it won’t. Give me a fucking chance and just let me try.”

You can tell he means every word he says, that’s always been a trait of his. He’s blunt and straightforward and he needs you to know exactly what he means, exactly what he wants from you. There’s a million emotions swirling inside of you, two sides going to war in your mind. There’s that part of you that wants to shove him off again, just like every other time, and forget any of this happened so you don’t have to bother but then… there’s the part that simply wants to melt into his embrace because you’re just so tired. Tired of longing, of wanting, of resisting.

You know what side won when you’re reaching up, your hand caressing his cheek and watching as he shudders in a way only you could notice, bringing him down to finally kiss him. It feels like the world stops in that moment, like something has at last been righted after all this time, like an axis is no longer tilted. It’s akin to remembering the thing you’d forgotten, to finding something you’d lost so long ago. The final puzzle piece that you didn’t know you were missing has finally slotted into place. Kylo’s mouth is warm and plush against yours, his hands immediately finding your hips and pulling you into him. You instantly relax against his touch and you realize how bad you’d wanted it, how much you craved the comfort of him.

He’s eager and hungry, chasing your tongue and taking everything that you give him. He explores every inch, he makes sure he’s thorough. He’s waited so long for this and he’s not going to waste it, just in case this is his only chance. He makes his way down, abandoning your lips to kiss the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw, following the path to your neck. Your breath is coming fast, your chest pushing against his as you both pant with need. You yelp when you’re suddenly lifted off the ground, Kylo’s hands on your ass and making your legs wrap around his middle.

You cling to his strong shoulders as he carries you upstairs, moving quickly into his bedroom. You barely get to look around at it before you’re being laid roughly on the bed, Kylo immediately following you, practically enveloping your body with his. His room is decorated simply, with a desk and dresser and bookshelves lining the walls, a closet to the left, and the occasional simplistic painting on an empty space. Everything is darkly colored including the black comforter you’re currently on, the material soft and briefly cooling against your burning skin.

You let out a sharp moan when his teeth graze the skin of your neck and Kylo groans in tandem, the sound music to his ears. Before you know it, your shirt is unbuttoned and exposing your chest to the chilling air, goosebumps raising along your flesh. Kylo is fast to remedy this, one of his warm hands coming up and massaging a breast through your bra, his eyes briefly trained on the motion.

“Fuck, I’ve thought about this so many times.” He whispers, his lips soft against your collarbone and sternum.

You hum, your fingers carding through the silky strands of his hair. “Me too.”

He lifts you up to get rid of your shirt and your bra, unclipping it with ease and throwing both pieces across the room. He doesn’t hesitate to take one of your perked nipples into his mouth, the wet sensation making you whimper and writhe beneath him. His hand gives attention to the other side, squeezing and pinching and eliciting as many sounds from you as he wants. You can feel the tent in his pants rubbing against you through the fabric, something like heat pooling in your stomach as a result. He kisses your other nipple, bringing it into his mouth and swirling and flicking it against his tongue, making sure to give it the same attention as the first. He’s meticulous, wanting to get all of you, leaving his mark with spit and little nips of his teeth.

When he thinks he’s done enough, he steadily kisses his way down, multitasking with undoing the buttons on your jeans before those are also tossed to some place on the floor. “I don’t think this is very fair.” You pant, referencing the fact he’s still fully clothed.

Kylo smirks against your belly before straightening himself. He pulls his turtleneck up and over his head, revealing his perfectly toned abdomen. His muscles are well defined and splattered with freckles and light scars, the one on his face going down past his collarbone. You still have yet to find out how he got it, but you know it’ll come with time. It seems you’ll have all the time in the world now.

He’s on you again in a second, this time your hands coming forward to explore the smooth planes of his chest and back. You can feel his strength beneath your fingertips and it makes you shiver, sending it right down to your cunt. It’s then that he pulls off your underwear in a quick motion, his mouth parted in anticipation. His palm sits on your knee, moving it aside to look at your center that’s already glistening with your arousal.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He says with a low rumble to his words, his eyes barely leaving your pussy. All you can do is whimper in response. His chest heaves. “I’m going to eat you out. Okay?” You nearly choke on your saliva but you manage to nod.

That’s all he needs.

Kylo begins his descent at your breasts, lightly kissing each one and steadily moving down your front, his big hands rubbing soothing lines along your thighs with the occasional self indulgent squeeze. He can feel your tension beneath him, the way your muscles are bunched from your nerves. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” He murmurs against your skin like a promise, just as he’s lowering himself between your legs. His eyes are level with your cunt, nothing but pure desire filling his blown out irises. There’s a puff of air against your wetness that makes you quiver. “I’ll take care of you.” It’s quieter this time, full of reverence as he secures his arms around your thighs, resting your calves on his shoulders.

He licks a fat stripe up your pussy, collecting all of the initial slick that was gathered there. You nearly squeal but hold it back last second, it instead sounding like a strangled whine. It’s been so long since someone ate you out you’ve nearly forgotten what it felt like, but Kylo is quick to make you remember. He takes every inch that you’ve given to him, his uses his tongue’s full potential. His movements are languid, licking from your hole and up to your clit where he circles it before sucking it into his mouth. It sends bolts of pleasure shooting through your body, causing you to moan and buck into his face. He likes that reaction, so he takes it upon himself to do that a couple times, watching as you writhe with your mouth dropped open and eyes squeezed shut.

“Can’t wait to see how you act when you cum, sweet thing.” He says through his breaths. He dives back down, sticking his tongue into your hole and swiping up all the fresh arousal you’ve dripped for him, spreading it across your pussy as he eats you like a man starved.

Kylo lets go of one of your legs to drag two fingers through the lips of your cunt, collecting the wetness before stuffing you full. You let out a sharp whimper at the new feeling, his thick fingers easily filling your still-tight hole. He does a few exploratory pumps, pressing against your plush walls, scissoring to stretch you wider. He curses as he watches, his cock aching in his pants at the thought of sinking into you as deep as you’ll take him.

He returns his mouth to your clit, sucking it against his tongue and occasionally scraping his teeth along the bud, listening as your moans grow in pitch and speed, your heels digging into his back. It’s better than anything he imagined before—your taste, your sounds… it’s like his own personal heaven. He never thought he’d get the chance to have you before him like this and he couldn’t be more grateful to have your pussy on his tongue.

“Fuck, Kylo, fuckfuckfuck-“ You gasp, and he groans at the way you say his name with ecstasy on your lips. He feels a certain pride that he’s making you like this, making you a soaked, moaning mess on his bed. Your back comes off the mattress with the way it arches, your fingers digging sharply into his comforter as you feel that familiar pressure building in your gut. It’s hot and burning and so close to being released. He realizes this, deciding to swirl your clit harsher, pump his fingers faster and deeper, even being able to squeeze a third one into your throbbing cunt.

With all of that, with your senses overloaded, you scream as you cum all over his hand. Your body heaves as you attempt to breathe, your mind buzzing while trying to regain any semblance of rational thought. Kylo dips his head down, gathering up every drop of your cum and licking his fingers clean while your legs twitch on his shoulders. It’s been years since you came that hard and you realize now how much you missed it.

You come back to when Kylo shifts, raising from between your legs. You reach for him, feeling such a desperate need for him and to draw him closer. “C’mere.” You whisper, still barely able to think straight. He obliges, returning to you and your lips. He kisses you deeply and sensually, residue from your cum still on his tongue, the entire bottom half of his face wet and shiny with your arousal. Your arms sling across his shoulders, your legs wrap around his hips, drawing him in and rubbing his erection against your sensitive pussy, making you moan into his mouth.

You hear the buckle of his belt come undone, the zipper of his pants a second later. You can feel yourself start to drip again despite the fact you just came, excitement bubbling inside you. There’s movement next to you as Kylo rifles through a drawer, pulling out a condom and parting from you for just a second to rip it open with his teeth. He rolls it on with a practiced ease, finally drawing your eyes down to his cock. It’s almost painfully hard, making you startle from his size. He takes your chin and averts your focus, your eyes meeting his. You’ve always loved his eyes—how pretty they are, how kind they can look. How angry too.

He kisses you when his tip prods at your cunt, your breath catching as he slowly enters you. Kylo rumbles low in his throat, something that reverberates through your whole body and makes your pussy clench around him. He nearly chokes, his hands coming down to brace himself on either side of you. “Shit.” He hisses, pushing himself in further. You can’t help your little whines and moans as he keeps going, making sure you take him. Just when you think another inch will make you burst, he sheaths himself to the hilt, both of you groaning.

“Fuck!” He snaps in a half whisper. “You’re so fucking good, sweetheart. So good to me.”

You nod along, trying to keep your gaze focused on him rather than looking away. You want to see him, his reactions, just like you know he wants to see yours. He takes another second to get used to the bliss of your warm, gummy walls before he finally moves his hips. Just a simple thrust, an experiment of sorts. Kylo nearly comes undone right then before he gets ahold of himself, inwardly cursing the way he’s acting like some high school boy. He’s never been good at controlling himself around you, especially now with his cock buried so deep in your hot pussy.

He draws all the way out before snapping his hips and sheathing himself again, feeling the way you suck him back in and refuse to let go. He does it once and then twice, quickly finding his rhythm and fucking into you properly. Your moans have more volume now, each one punctuated by his thrusts. He leans down, his lips sucking and biting at your neck, so eager to leave his mark on you, to at last take what’s his. He’s wanted you for so fucking long and he’s not going to lose you again. He’s going to do everything for you, he’s going to take care of you like you deserve because god knows no one else has.

Those thoughts have Kylo moving with more determination, hitting that spot in your cunt time and again—you make it obvious with the way your moans will turn into whines when he gets it. Your pleasure is one of the best sounds he’s heard, he never wants to stop hearing it. Your nails dig into his back as you scrabble for purchase, already teetering on the edge of another orgasm from him pounding into you. He can feel the way your walls flutter, your stomach tensing in preparation.

Kylo reaches a hand down and rubs harshly on your aching clit with his thumb, making you screech while he smirks in satisfaction. That knot in your stomach releases soon after and you cum all over his cock, your pussy squeezing him in such a delicious way he moans and tosses his head back. “Fucking Christ.” He pants. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He never imagined it could be this good. He’s never stopped thinking of you, even when he was fucking other girls to try and distract himself from how badly he needed you. It never worked of course, because none of those girls could ever compare to the excellence that is you. You are all he needs, all he’s ever needed. He curls himself over you again, his face burying into your neck, inhaling your scent and sucking at your sweat slicked skin. “Say it. Say you’ll be with me, that you’ll be mine. Say this won’t be over after tonight.” He demands, straightening to look you in the eyes, continuing to thrust into you all the while. “Say it.”

You swallow thickly and he watches your throat as it bobs, your lips slightly parted. You hesitate for just a second, just a moment of thinking about what could go wrong, of those past grievances. You find that you don’t really care, that you don’t have the energy to keep up those same walls anymore. So you nod. “I will be yours. I will be with you.” You say and watch as relief flashes over Kylo’s face and disappears just as quickly, his emotions never lingering for too long. Something in your chest eases, like someone finally stopped squeezing your heart in a cold fist.

He kisses you again as his thrusts grow erratic, his hips stuttering in their rhythm. You feel the way his cock twitches inside of you, the telltale sign that he’s close. You pull him in, wanting him pressed against you when he finally cums. He releases with a loud, guttural groan and a multitude of curses, his movements slowing as he gives a few more halfhearted pumps, emptying his spend. And then you both lay there for a moment, with his forehead resting against your sternum and you looking up at the ceiling, neither able to move nor wanting to.

You’re in a state of disbelief that that actually happened, that you just had the best sex of your life with your old childhood best friend who you had still hated earlier this same afternoon. On Christmas Eve no fucking less. You can’t say you regret it at all.

You’re tugged from your thoughts when Kylo moves. You wince as he begins to pull out, your cunt unbearably sensitive from two powerful orgasms and a very thorough fucking. He flops down next to you, bringing you into his side before throwing an arm over his eyes, trying to catch his breath. You’re both exhausted, but you both couldn’t be happier.

It takes him a few minutes before he’s finally able to take off the condom, tie it, and toss it into a garbage bin near the bed. You lay there as your sweat and shared arousal cools, as your breathing calms, as you just enjoy each other’s presence. You wish you could fall asleep like that, but all the drying liquids on you is making your skin itch and you need some proper clothes so you don’t freeze.

Kylo seems to be on the same wavelength because he sits up with a groan and pushes his sweat soaked hair out of his face. “Shower?”

You can’t help your gentle smile. “Yes please.”

He kisses you before swinging over the side of the bed and standing, holding out a hand to you and helping you up as well. Your legs shake uneasily and everything already feels sore, but Kylo is there to support you on the way to the bathroom. The bright lights burn your eyes, making you grunt and squint when he turns them on. You stand there holding yourself for warmth as he gets the shower on, holding his hand under the stream until the water finally gets hot.

“I’ll join you in a minute. I’m going to change the sheets.” He says, kissing you on your hairline before he leaves.

You don’t hesitate on that, quickly using the bathroom first before getting under the blissfully hot water. You hum as it runs over your hair and skin, already making you feel significantly better. You just let it wash over you for a minute before deciding to get the soap, grabbing one of Kylo’s manly smelling shampoos and beginning to dig it into your scalp. You were just about to get the body wash before he finally joins you, his shower more than big enough for the two of you.

“Hey.” You say with another little smile.

“Hi.” He replies, a small tilt to the corner of his mouth. It shows one his dimples and you decide it’s one of your new favorite things.

You smack his hand away when he’s about to reach for the shampoo and he looks at you curiously while you squirt some in your hands. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair and smile wider when his eyes close in satisfaction—it reminds you of a cat. You help each other wash your bodies of all the grime, standing under that hot water until it starts to go cold.

Stepping out of the shower, you feel more relaxed than you have in a while and also incredibly sleepy. Kylo wraps a fluffy black towel around you. “I put some clothes on the bed for you.” He says, wrapping his own towel around himself.

“Mkay, thanks.” You mumble tiredly, your eyes squinted against the light once more. You shuffle back into his bedroom, his sheets replaced with ones that look identical but just without a big wet spot on them. There’s a folded t-shirt, sweats, and boxers on the end so you quickly pull them on. They’re big on you since they’re Kylo’s, but you don’t mind—they’re comfortable and smell like him.

You decide to get in bed while you wait for him since he went downstairs to turn off all the lights and music, and you find it feels like you laid on a pile of clouds. Compared to your lumpy, shitty old mattress at the apartment, Kylo’s mattress feels like literal heaven. That mixed with the fresh, comfy sheets and blankets… you could stay here for the rest of your life. You curl up and pull the blankets around you, humming to yourself in satisfaction.

Kylo finally comes back upstairs just as you were about to doze off, plopping something on the bed and disturbing you. “What the-“ You begin to say before BB is nuzzling into your face. You smile, scratching the kitten behind the ears the way he likes and making him purr. “Hey buddy.”

“He was in the Christmas tree.” Kylo says, pulling the covers back to join you in bed.

“That’s not surprising.” You reply. BB has always liked to explore everything he can. Though it seems right now he shares your sleepiness because he walks over you in order to curl up by your head on your pillow.

Kylo wraps a strong arm around you and pulls you in, your head resting nicely against his chest, just under his chin. You drape your own arm across his ribs, his warm body beneath you a solid comfort.

He lets out a relaxed sigh, tickling the hair on top of your head. “Stay with me until Chief gets back.”

“Planned on it.” You manage to say despite being half asleep already. The last thing you wanted after tonight was to go back to that cold, miserable apartment where you’d be by yourself for another two weeks.

His grip on you tightens for a second. “Good. I’ll take you by the apartment tomorrow to get your things.”

“Sssounds good.” You mutter, words slurring together. You can feel Kylo’s light chuckle before there’s a kiss placed on your head.

Falling asleep with Kylo holding you and BB next to you, in a big soft bed, warm and perfectly content for the first time in a while, makes it feel like a Christmas wish you didn’t even know you had finally came true.

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Junelezen Day 18: Evening

Well, on that note, now it's time to go home. Will you be staying in and holed up to breathe tonight, Or are you going out for a smaller adventure on the town? Evening is a blank slate. It's where anything can happen, And that's the wonder and terror of life.

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"Two Sugars" - Part 2, Derek Danforth (The Beekeeper, 2024, Film) - Imagine

Description: As promised by Derek Danforth himself, an at-home coffee date takes a turn for the not-so-unexpected. / Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

General Notes: 18+, MDNI!!, Pure Smut, Some Plot (barely), Gender Neutral Reader (no use of Y/N, no mention of specific genitalia, "hole" and "entrance" are used), A Little Bit Of Nipple Play, Not-Sanitary Kitchen Sex, Oral Sex (reader and derek), Use Of Lube And Spit, Fingering (reader), Penetrative Sex (reader), No Use Of A Condom, Creampie (reader), Second Person POV, Use Of Pet Names ("sugar", "baby", "pretty thing"), Dirty Talk/Banter, Some Degradation (toward reader, "slut"), Some Praise (toward reader), Use Of Curse Words (derek says fuck a lot + others), A Little Bit Of Abuse Of Power, Reader Has A Little Internal Dialogue (italics)

Author's Note: Author's first smut! Lol. This took a lot, so I'm totally open to any critiques regarding this! This is also officially the longest thing I've ever written on Tumblr. Shoutout to @anal-spaghetti-monster for helping proofread this! Enjoy!

Word Count: 3,712 Words

Part 1

This car was way too fancy for your taste. You nervously pull down on your top as you look around, fiddling with the edge of it and slightly fraying the ends. It's got practically an entire bar lined up behind the driver and a goddamn sunroof. You're almost tempted to stand out of it like you're straight out of a coming-of-age film. Are those all-around seat warmers? You continue to ogle at the intricacies of the vehicle currently taking you to a billionaire's house. Your boss's house. This was almost too much for you to handle.

Before you can spiral over the thought, the car pulls into an extremely lavish-looking mansion, completely glazing over any thoughts you have on the mode of transportation. The vehicle stops and the driver runs around the car to open the door for you, holding his hand out and almost bowing as you step out of the car.

"O-oh," you stutter out, not used to this sort of treatment. "Thank you."

You look up toward the large staircase leading to the mansion's front door and see a figure standing at the top. You can see smoke flowing from the figure briefly before dissipating. The wind blowing made you realize you forgot to bring a coat. You shiver as you walk up the stairs to meet the figure, which you can see clearer now. Mr. Danforth himself. He was smiling as he took another hit from his pen, blowing the smoke toward you with little remorse. Once the smoke clears, you take in his attire. He hadn't changed. Still wearing that ugly green print button-up and orange jacket. Still very tacky. He sticks his pen in his pocket and reaches his hand out to you, still smiling.

"Hey, sugar."

You roll your eyes playfully, smiling back as you reach your hand out toward his. He brings your hand up to his lips. Ever the charmer...

"Come on in." He gently pulls you closer to him and leads you inside his house, the door being opened by another one of his staff members.

Derek walks in first, taking you with him as he lets you look around. The inside was just as impressive as you imagined it'd be. It was more formal than you anticipated, but still expensive-looking nonetheless.

"Nice, right?" He smiles at you, looking you up and down.

"It is...really nice..." You trail off, still taking in your surroundings.

You're not sure if you've ever even been in a mansion before. He lets you admire for a few moments longer before breaking the silence.

"Well, I did promise you coffee, didn't I? Follow me."

He pulls you away, fixing your gaze back to him and leading you to an adjacent room. The kitchen, where a couple of his staff members are standing at attention, waiting for him to bark whatever orders he has at them. He shoos them away with a wave of his hand before turning back to you. Well, alright, I guess. You make a bit of a face, unintentionally, causing Derek to glance at you.

"Don't worry about them, baby."

He drops your hand and looks toward a large bar-looking wall in the kitchen, affixing your attention to it as well.

"This," he gestures to that section, "is my drink bar. Coffee, teas, cocktails, mocktails. You name it, I got it."

You stand there, gaze fixed on the counter in awe. He doesn't give you a chance to say anything before speaking again.

"I can make you anything you want. Flat white, matcha latte, piña colada..." He trails off before looking back at you. "A black coffee with two sugars." He adds teasingly.

You give him a knowing smile before moving closer. He lets you walk around it, observing its many details for a few minutes. A Jura double brew machine? A Simonelli espresso maker? Not to mention, a million different kinds of liquor and juices. How could someone even fathom owning this much stuff?

He looks you up and down without your knowledge, taking his time ogling at your curves. Both of you are in awe of different things. When you take a moment to lean on the counter, Derek makes a bold move of coming up behind you, pressing you against the edge with his hands on your hips. You gasp and try to look back at him, almost unsuccessfully because of the angle. He rubs his hands along your clothes waist.

Bringing his lips close to your ear, he purrs, "I think we all know why you're really here though, sugar."

You knew this was going to happen, he wasn't subtle about it even in the office. But it still took you by surprise, how quickly he got into it. You can feel him start to press kisses to the back of your neck, recapturing your attention. Derek begins lifting the slightly frayed edge of your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin on his slightly cold hands. He leaves a few pecks behind your ear before speaking.

"This alright?" He asks, giving you a tender squeeze.

You nod your head, reveling in the feeling of his touch, which is visibly overwhelming your senses.

He makes a noise of disapproval. "Need to hear words, sugar, or we're not doing this."

"Y-yes. Please." You almost can't believe how eager you were already. You can only hope that having sex with your boss doesn't have that terrible of repercussions.

He hums in approval now. "There they are." He comments, almost to himself.

He lifts your top up higher, ghosting his fingers over your skin, his touch warmer now. You shiver for the second time that night. You allow him to pull your top over your head and toss it somewhere on the floor before you turn around. His hands slide further up your waist, getting closer to your chest as he looks up at you for permission.

"Wait." You pause as he looks at you with concern. "What if someone comes in?" You whisper and Derek chuckles.

"Trust me, no one will come in. I made sure of that."

You hesitantly let out a breathless, "Yeah, okay," before he brings his hand up, toying with both of your nipples. You release some soft noises as he lightly twists and runs his thumbs over your now stiff peaks. He brings his mouth down to one of them and moves his tongue, circling it. He gently bites down while pulling on the other and looks up at you.

You look back down at him as he starts kissing up your chest, making his way up to your neck where he leaves little love bites. He sucks on your skin in between soft bites, making his way up and down your chest, marking you as his. He makes his way back up, leaving kisses on your jaw before finally making his way to your lips, pausing briefly. You nod, his lips already practically pressed against yours, your breaths mingling.

He goes in for the kill, pressing his lips on yours fully. Your lips molded together feel like heaven, smacking against one another in the wettest, messiest way possible. His hands go from messing with your chest to groping your waist. To pushing on your hips. To fondling that fat of your thighs. Your hands weren't doing much different, one hand gripping and rubbing his shoulder. The other was tangled in his hair, pulling and tugging lightly, causing him to let out some groans into your mouth.

He pulls away enough to talk with his lips still pressed to yours. "You're driving me insane..." He breathes into you.

He bites your bottom lip to open your mouth up to his, shoving his tongue in unceremoniously. You're letting out soft noises of pleasure in his mouth, enjoying what little he's giving you, but you need more. You give his shoulder a squeeze, breaking away from one another after a few moments with a string of spit connecting you both. He maintains eye contact as he lowers his body, dropping to his knees in front of you, and running his hands along you as he goes. It feels almost surreal, to see the CEO of the company you work at submit to you, wanting to please you.

He begins to pull down your bottoms, still maintaining eye contact, taking your undergarments with them. You let him pull them down, stepping out of your shoes before kicking them away. He leaves a mix of sloppy kisses and harsher bites on your shins, calves, and thighs as he makes his way closer to your throbbing arousal. You wince every time he leaves a bite, but it feels undeniably so good.

The tension in the room was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Derek looks up at you one last time before finally putting his mouth on you, causing you to let out a loud moan before you slap your hand over your mouth. He circles his tongue while he pinches your thigh, signaling that he wants you to uncover your mouth, which you do reluctantly. He alternates between sucking and licking before moving down to your entrance, wetting it in preparation.

He brings your leg up on his shoulder as he focuses on your hole, every once in a while sticking his tongue in, stretching you out just enough to keep you on the edge. Your core tightens as tears line your eyes and you bring a hand down to tangle in his bleached, curly hair again; the other gripping the counter for dear life. The air is filled with the wet sounds of Derek stroking your flesh with his tongue and your nearly pornographic-sounding moans. There's no way his staff can't hear you two right now. A rush of embarrassment runs through you before you realize that he probably does this enough to where they're used to it.

Before you can let that thought spiral, you feel Derek groan in you before slowly removing your leg from his shoulder and rising back up to your level. Wordlessly, he brings a hand up to your face, almost tenderly ghosting his thumb over your chin. Before you can lean in for another kiss, he holds his middle and ring finger up to your lips. Knowing immediately what he wants, you take his fingers in your mouth. Derek bites back a groan as you seductively swirl your tongue around his fingers, lubing them up for what you're sure he's going to do.

"Good slut..." He says offhandedly, almost moaning it before pulling them out of your mouth with a wet-sounding pop.

He makes his way back down your body, still keeping eye contact as he puts your leg back over his shoulder. He brings his fingers to your entrance and delicately circles it, teasing you. Just as he pouts his mouth back on you, he slowly inserts his fingers, stretching you open slightly. As his fingers and mouth bring you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure, you focus on chasing it as his fingers scissor you open.

"Fuck...oh, Derek. God..."

Your stomach tightens again and your legs threaten to give out as you let out the loudest noises you think you've ever made. Derek can feel your hole fluttering around his fingers, which makes him groan into your flesh again. Before you can even think of reaching your peak, Derek pulls out his fingers and makes his way back up to you, getting face-to-face.

"How ya doin', pretty thing?" Derek inquires playfully, going back to toying with your nipples.

You take a moment to catch your breath, only egging Derek on even more.

"What's that? Cat got your tongue?" Cheeky bastard...

"You're good at that." You finally whisper, not able to say much.

He laughs a bit.

"I can think of a few other things I'm good at." He pinches one of your nipples.

"'M gonna fuck you so good you won't wanna sit down for long at the office tomorrow. Then I'll fuck you some more. How about that?"

"Please." You breathe out desperately.

He leans in to kiss you once more, even messier this time, teeth practically clashing from the eagerness on both of your parts. Feeling bolder, you bring your hand gripping the counter down to Derek's waistband, gently running your fingers across it, asking for permission. He smiles into the kiss and pulls away, only slightly.

"Go ahead, sugar, I'm all yours."

This gives you the confidence to reach into his pants and grasp at his dick, still concealed by his boxers. As you grope him, you realize just how underdressed you are in comparison and look up at him. He looks back at you, biting his lip to conceal his noises as you bring your hands to remove his jacket, dropping it to the ground. Then you bring your hands down to unbutton his shirt, going at a faster pace. He tears off his button-up and you run your hands over his now-exposed chest after throwing it somewhere in the kitchen.

You slowly get down on your knees as you pull down his pants and he rests his hand on your head. You look up at him as you pull down his boxers, his length slapping up to his stomach causing him to hiss. You start to tentatively run your fingertip up the side of his member, tracing a prominent vein; you didn't want to tease him for too long, though. Both of you were too excited for that. You grip him softly and run your tongue along his tip, smearing his precum around before finally wrapping your lips around the first few inches. Derek is having trouble stifling his noises now, as he has been letting out whimpers with every little touch you provide him. You rest one of your hands on his tensed stomach now, almost comfortingly, and your other hand is wrapped around the base of his shaft as you take most of him in your mouth.

"Your mouth feels so fuckin' perfect..." He trails off, nearly mumbling.

Looking up at his minuscule expressions, you start bobbing your head at a slow pace, using your hand on what you can’t fit in your mouth. Derek grips the back of your head harder, now freely letting out moans of pleasure as he moves your head to go faster. You pull off briefly to let a glob of spit drip down onto him, spreading it along the length with your hand before putting him back in your mouth. You can start to feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag lightly, even more drool dripping down the corners of your mouth. He looks down at you, bliss written all over his face, eyes drooping as he tries to look at the mess you’ve become underneath him. He begins thrusting into your mouth, gently at first, getting a feel for your mouth and your tolerance before he starts thrusting a bit harder, gripping your scalp.

“God, you look so fucking good choking on my cock.”

Before you can process it, he pulls you off of him, nearly yanking you up by your shoulders and stepping out of his black pants, kicking them off somewhere on the floor along with his shoes. He turns you around and bends you over the bar as he presses kisses to your lower back.

“You get off on this, baby? Sleeping with your boss?” He taunts. “You get off on fucking the CEO of the company you work at?” He mirrors his words from earlier that day as he runs his hands along your sides.

All you can let out is a meek moan as he laughs.

“Too fucked out already to talk?” He asks and moves his hand down to repeat the pinch of the skin on your thigh playfully.

You can feel him leave for a moment so you briefly turn around. You see him rifling through his pants pocket before finding what he wanted: a bottle of lube. This asshole… You raise an eyebrow at him as he smirks.

“Can never be too prepared, right, sugar?” He teases.

“So, you can have lube at the ready but not a condom?” You ask, jokingly, gaining your voice back.

He looks back at you, giving you a goofy smile. “Feels better without one, baby. You know that.”

You roll your eyes as he pours a more-than-generous amount on his middle fingers before moving them back to your entrance. He presses his free hand on your lower back to bend you further over the counter as he circles your hole. You whimper out of desperation and push yourself back, wanting more. He presses harder on your back to keep you still as he finally inserts his fingers, gently loosening you up and providing the stimulation you need. You can feel the excess lube dripping down your legs, making a mess on the kitchen floor. After a few blissful moments, he slowly pulls his fingers out, watching the way you clench around nothing as his fingers fully leave your body.

“Fuck, look at you, baby.” He slurs as he presses your face into the surface with his clean, dry hand.

Finally, he lines himself up with your lubed-up entrance. He doesn’t take the time to tease you before he slowly begins to ease himself in, inch by inch. The stretch almost burns as he slowly bottoms out. After a few moments, his hips are connected with yours and he stills for a minute, causing the burning feeling to only grow slightly.

Derek groans. “Jesus, fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he mumbled, starting to ramble.

“So fucking good,” he repeats, starting to move inside of you, only a little bit at first; quite gentle as he was getting a feel for you. One of his hands was holding your hip, pushing it against the edge of the countertop, causing it to dig into your hip bone almost painfully. The other was still pressing your face on top of the surface roughly. The roughness didn’t stop there, as Derek began to thrust harder and with longer strokes, moving even faster after a few minutes.

The only sounds that could be heard in the kitchen were your meek whimpers, Derek’s groans, and the lewd slaps of wet skin on skin. You began to move your own body with his as much as you could under his grip, and he let you. Both of you move in unison, sounds of absolute sin filling the air making the scene an unruly picture for anyone who might walk in. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head as you muttered nonsensical strings of curses along with some sobs and wails.

Derek runs the hand that was previously on your hip along your back, smearing it with lube as you are now fully moving with him. “You’re driving me insane. You look so fucking good like this. Bent over my bar, stuffed full of my cock, in my fucking mansion.”

“You’re mine.” He growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

The mix of lube, spit, and precum you could feel building up inside of you, slicking each little movement, was an intoxicating feeling for the both of you. Derek was letting out little whimpers now as your moans got louder.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day.” He mutters out, his pace growing even faster. “God, you’re such a whore. Fucking your boss like this. Bet you do this everywhere you’ve worked.” 

His thrusts start to falter, the harshness rising in intensity as you ground your ass against him harder. Derek pulled you away from the counter roughly and reached around you, stroking your heat. You started grasping at nothing, your fingers curling on the cold marble surface as your back arched. Without warning, Derek hit a spot inside you that had you yelling, your screams and chants of his name being heard as you finally came. Both of you could feel your hole clenching hard around Derek’s length as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby.” Derek slurred as his body stuttered.

Your release covered Derek’s hand as his hips stilled, pumping hot ropes of cum inside of you. He only moved a little bit as he hits his peak, just to feel his own cum being pushed deeper into you. You both stay still after a few moments, catching your breath and coming down from your simultaneous orgasms. Derek stayed inside of you for longer than you expected, causing you to finally look back at him, eyebrows raised. He smirks back at you, rubbing his hands soothingly along your waist again.

“What? I like being inside you.” He slaps your ass playfully as he pulls out, both of you moaning at the loss as his release and lube run down your legs and drip onto the tiles below.

You turn around to face him for the first time in a while and look at one another. Derek brings his hand up to your chin for the second time that night, tenderly running his thumb along your lips as you maintain eye contact. He glanced at your lips before pressing them together, the softest he’d done all night, contrasting almost every move he’d made since you arrived at his place. Despite being taken by surprise at his softness, you kiss back eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck as his other hand grips your hip. He pulls away and looks at you, an indescribable look in his eyes before smiling. He pulls away and walks over to the Jura machine, just beside you, and starts the coffee maker with the press of a button. He grabs two coffee mugs from the cupboard above you and places them down before glancing at you.

“Look like you need something to wake you up.” He turns to smirk at you for the millionth time that night, and definitely not the last time.

“Two sugars?” He inquires, holding up two fingers.

You smile back, turning your body towards him to the best of your ability, your legs shaking. “Two sugars.”

I have a little one-shot for this AU (?) planned, so keep an eye out because I'm pretty excited about it!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just One Reason: Surprise

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

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Summary: A chance encounter at the sandwich shop doesn’t end how you expect.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“This place looks fancy,” you say as you come up to the sleek white and glass facade. You’re on the complete other side of the city. You almost thought you’d gone beyond. 

“Don’t worry, no dress code,” Lloyd assures as he follows you through the snow, “shit.” 

You look over your shoulder as he slips again, barely keeping from crashing down. You shake your head and peek at his soaked loafer. He needs boots but you know telling him that won’t fix his current struggle. And you’re starting to notice how stubborn he can be. 

You stop and wait for him to catch up. You grab onto his arm, “here, go slow.” 

He glances down at your hold on him. For a minute, you think of letting go. Maybe that’s too much. You’re just trying to help. 

“Alright, tootsie,” he agrees softly and turns his sights straight. “Let me get that door.” 

You continue on to the glass door and he pulls it open by the silver bar that nearly disappears in the shine. He angles you through and you release him. His fingertips brush your sleeve as you kick off your boots and step ahead of him. 

He follows as you look around the lobby. It’s a pristine and bright as the outside. Woodwinds play a dulcet melody and the smell of jasmine wafts in the air.  

Before you can ask, Lloyd steps past you, a light touch on the back of your coat. A woman emerges from the tall doorway behind the counter and greets him with a pretty smile. 

“Mr. Hansen,” she chimes, “welcome, we were just getting your room ready.” Her eyes wander over to you, “and you brought a friend.” 

“Sure did,” Lloyd stops and looks back at you, waving you onward. 

You put your hands behind you and wring them. You get closer as the woman comes around the counter.  “Can I take your coats? That weather is absolutely atrocious.” 

“Tell me about it,” Lloyd scoffs and unzips his jacket. He wouldn’t hate it so much if he wore the proper attire. “Can you believe she loves this stuff?” 

He nods towards you and you undo your coat. You hand it over, trying to hide the mismatched lining you did yourself. She’ll see it when she hangs it up, you’re sure. You sling your purse over your shoulder once more and sway listelessly. 

“Alright, let me go put these away. If you’d like to head in, Mandy is waiting. I’ll be there in just a moment.” 

You look at Lloyd and he just grins. You shuffle after him as he takes the lead. You peer down at your boots as they leave a wet mess. You feel out of place here. You still don’t even know what it is. The Serenity sign did little to answer that question. 

“Just here,” another woman beckons you and Lloyd into a softly lit room. She directs you to a leather recliner in the same perfect white as the rest of the place.  

You wait for Lloyd to sit before you do the same. You glance at him again. You want to ask but you’re too embarrassed to with that woman, Mandy, right there. Can she see on your face that you have no idea what’s going on? 

“We’ll start with a warm rinse of your hands then a little massage before we do the manicure,” Mandy explains as the other woman enters behind her. “Hon,” Mandy sits on a stool and rolls it closer, “are there any scents that are disharmonious to you?” 

You shake your head and look at Lloyd. He’s entirely relaxed in this place. They even know him by name. You wonder how often he comes here. 

You sit back and look at Mandy. She gently takes your hand and examines it. You have a few hangnails and your edges are a bit ragged. Another swell of self-consciousness runs over you. 

You gave him wool gloves. Of course, he isn’t going to wear them. He can afford real leather gloves that don’t keep him warm. He can afford so much better so why is he hanging out with you? 

Mandy rolls away and stands as she moves a basin over to the counter along the side of the room. Lloyd hums and settles back in his chair. Did he bring you there because he noticed your nails? Because he could tell you don’t have the time or energy to deal with your crooked cuticles. 

“So, tootsie roll, what’s it gonna be? Gel? Acrylic? Full set?” He asks. 

“Um,” you gulp as he jars you from your inner dread. “Uh, it’s... can I just get polish?” 

“Boring,” he chuckles. It’s a common refrain from him.  

He’s right. Compared to him, your life is boring. He travels all around for work and drinks specialty coffees and comes to places like this. You work from home, drink instant coffee at home, and think eating at a sandwich shop is a luxury. 

“I like them short,” you murmur. 

“Well, toots,” he leans towards you, “surprise! You like it?” 

“Mhmm,” you wince as Mandy rolls the basin over to you.  

She rolls up her sleeve before she guides your hand into the warm water. The other woman works on Lloyd. He’s comfortable, unbothered even. You’re on edge. You’re not used to being touched, let alone having people pamper you. 

“I always like to get one after a work trip,” he explains. “You know, get my hands dirty, gotta clean em up.” 

“Makes sense,” you mutter. 

“Hey, tootsie,” his tone drops, “you alright?” 

“Just surprised. I never had my nails done before.” It’s as much a lie as it is true. You haven’t done this before but that’s not what’s bothering you. No, you see things a bit clearer now. 

It just reminds you of grade school when you wanted desperately to be with the cool kids. When you saw their cool new shirts with the bedazzled patterns and all your dad could afford were hand-me-downs from your aunt. He did his best but when you’re a kid, the world is small and so the simple things feel dire. 

“Can you put some tea on, Lucy?” He asks the woman soaking his hand. “Think my...friend needs to get the ice out.” 

“Oh, no, you don’t--” 

“Green, chai, matcha?” Lucy offers. You look at Lloyd again and shrug. 

“Green, please,” you answer flatly. 

As uncomfortable as you are, you won’t be rude. It’s not polite to deny a kindness and Lloyd put this all together. Considering he pays someone to do his grocery shopping, you know that’s not his strong suit. Just because you’re insecure is no reason to be ungrateful. 

“Uh, Lloyd,” you look at him and nearly twitch as you find his eyes already on you. “Thanks. This is... very thoughtful.” 

“Not gonna lie and say it’s completely selfless,” he winks, “gets a bit dull coming alone.” 

[fox-guardian]

I have thoughts and since I keep forgetting to draw it, I will write it out

✨️ fashion headcanons for the oiar crew ✨️

Alice (I've already drawn her but I'm adding it here again anyway):

General thoughts: she enjoys layers when possible, fits the "tiny top large bottoms" silhouette most often in her outfits, and tries to throw plaid/flannel into her outfits in some way as often as possible. It's a minor obsession. Jewelry-wise she's typically a silver girlie but is far from against mixing metals and likes wearing piercings with colorful plating

the oiar likely has a pretty solid dress code and I highly doubt she follows it, especially after having been there for nearly a decade

At work I think she keeps it relatively simple. Comfy flannel shirts and/or t-shirts, hoodie if she's cold, and maxi skirts or jeans. Sneakers. It's nothing super fun (the workplace doesn't deserve her at her most fabulous) but it's comfy

Jewelry is also kept simple, studs and plain rings for her ears (snakebites are a given). She also wears her fav bracelets

Outside of work she gets sillayyyy. Bit chunky jewelry, novelty pieces. More fun frilly skirts, some shorter ones. Her nicer outside-of-work looks are somewhere between "hippie" and "that one type of iconic fashionable older woman" she also wears makeup more often Outside of work

Concert attire varies but she gets more grungy with ripped/shredded pieces and band tees (obviously) and sluts it up with shorter skirts/shorts and cropped shirts

Fancy clothes are as 80s as possible. This woman owns multiple shoulder-padded button downs

Pajamas are usually basic sets (often mismatched) or just like. Old t shirt and underwear.

Sam:

General thoughts: priorities comfort and tries to stay comfy as much as possible. You have never felt a wardrobe more soft overall. He wears plain earrings and the occasional friendship bracelet, otherwise not much jewelry I also think he wears as little sock as possible (unless it's funny) (alice got on him for wearing socks with sandals one time back in uni and that's all he wore in front of her for months)

Idk what the exact dress code for the oiar would be, but assume he adheres as much as possible

Prefers soft cotton mocknecks/turtlenecks to crisp button downs, with a nice cardigan instead of a blazer. Trousers are sensible, but soft. He probably irons them

Casual outfits are. Very casual. Sweatpants and sweatshirts/pullovers.

Nicer outside of work outfits aren't very different from work outfits. Date nights might require jewelry (rings, maybe a chain or two). I think he's a gold guy

He does have like one nice suit for special occasions but he suffers through the stiff fabric

Pajamas are button-up sets or literally just his underwear.

Gwen:

General thoughts: this woman is so monochromatic to me. She's very "dark mode basic" if that makes sense. She's not trendy but her looks are always solid. Owns a lot of black. Most outfits are fitted and snug. Wears minimal jewelry and always silver (even though gold would look so good) has a secret love of nice vintage pieces

Work looks are professional and crisp. Pencil skirts, button downs, and a sensible sweater typically (its cold) and plan heels/booties. After having to flee from ink5oul her work wardrobe has graduated to Trousers And Flats For Booking It. Her "girlboss" outfit is a matching blazer/trouser combo

Casual outfits are still well put together. Enjoys miniskirts and tights (if she's feeling bold she'll wear tights with a pattern) and off-the-shoulder tops. Wears basic chokers and slightly more jewelry overall. If she's feeling balls to the walls INSANE she might wear a dark red lip.

She doesn't really have a nicer vs comfy casual wardrobe, so all that's left is special occasion stuff. A nice dress for get togethers with "friends". An especially nice vintage coat she snagged. These pieces might have color other than gray maybe.

Pajamas. Hm. I think she would either have simple button down sets or frilly nightgowns. She definitely dreams of having a nightgown fit for touring a haunted castle I think

Celia:

General thoughts: butch <3 she has learned she really likes the look and feel of a more masculine shape and fit to her clothes after getting a hard reset on her identity. She doesnt wear a lot of jewelry outside her ear and facial piercings, and it is all gold, and she also has snakebites but prefers studs (slightly less enticing for babies to grab than hoops)

Work outfits are nice. Vests and trousers, with the occasional cardigan if it's cold.

Casual outfits are jeans and nice fitted t-shirts. A denim jacket perhaps. I also think she works out in some capacity so there's shorts and muscle tanks also (no bras ever, shits shwangin)

Nicer outside of work stuff.... I don't think she owns any special occasion things right now?? She simply would not have an occasion/reason to have them yet maybe. Maybe she gets a fancy vest for date night idk. She'd probably signify This Is A Special Occasion with nice bracelets and rings. Maybe a neck chain.

Pajamas are usually t-shirts and lounge bottoms/comfy shorts. She is forced to be fully dressed lest she teleport in her sleep while half/fully naked

Lena:

General thoughts: this is already so difficult. I think she would dress very practically. No jewelry unless you count her glasses chain, no skirts, and only very short heels/flats. She keeps proper walking shoes with her if need be.

Work fits. She has a whole power suit in my brain that's just a matching white blazer and trousers, and then the red button down. The white is the biggest power move. I think she has a few of these in different colors (black and iron grey) but the white one is the main one.

Casual.... I don't even know man. Probably also practical over pretty. Probably only wears men's pants due to the pockets. Probably owns a very practical leather jacket. Whatever she wears, she does numbers at the lesbian bars

Nicer out of work clothes.... probably not much different than her work clothes. She may tolerate a dress if she needs to attend a wedding.

Pajamas: she either has the button up sets. Wears an old t-shirt and bottoms from a bygone era of her life and both are full of holes. Or she sleeps butt ass naked with a gun in her hand.

Colin:

General thoughts: office dress code can kiss his ass. He's comfortable but practical, and I think he enjoys graphic tees. He has silver earrings and maybe a secret body piercing but doesn't wear anything else visible. He doesn't really bother with buying new jewelry but wouldn't care about mixing metals if he did.

He wears jeans to work, graphic tees, and a button down so he can call it business casual. Sneakers also. Programmer socks (gift from alice) The jeans are ripped (partially from crawling on his knees dealing with the computers so often) and he patched them up. I think he's big on mending. Also sews his name into items he may leave unattended (thank you merch drop for this idea)

Casual isn't much different. Maybe no button down, maybe he keeps it for flair. At home he wears pants/trousers as little as possible I think. The programmer socks stay on tho.

Nicer outside of work stuff. He owns like one suit.

Pajamas: butt ass naked. If he's cold he just gets more blankets.

Teddy:

General thoughts: thank you alice for pointing out that teddy wears shades of pink im gonna eat this. I also think he wears gold jewelry and those would look so nice together so I am Extra Eating This. Beyond this I don't have toooo many thoughts? I think he enjoys fashion. Knows what different cuts of items will do for him. He likes piecing together a solid Fit even if it's simple.

Work fits include button downs and sweaters, with the classic argyle vest. I think he would enjoy a fun pattern.

Casual fits are practical but stylish, and I think he considers himself legally required to buy anything with Teddy bears on it that fits him. I think he wears light jewelry even on more casual days, he likes to sparkle a bit.

Nicer out of work fits. I think he owns a couple shiny button downs. Does it up with the gold jewelry, chains, rings, a nice watch, the woiks. He has at least one funky patterned pair of pants.

Pajamas: usually sticks to old tshirts and comfy bottoms, has like one button up set that's Christmas themed (twas a gift) that he only wears that time of year, and one (1) legally mandated teddy bear onesie.

those are the vibes. They are subject to change as we learn more ofc but here they are <3

[sultrycometz]

A Night with Little Mouse (Starscream/OC)

Art: botmilf

Divider: inklore

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!

Word Count: 4,000 +

Plot: Knock Out suggests that Starscream pays a visit to a particular brothel on Cybertron. (Showing my love for @botmilf’s Project Aphrodite! Thank you so much for granting me the permission to write this fic with your OC as well as my own!)

Starscream scowled his way into the brothel on Cybertron, his wings twitching and his claws flexing. Agitated, he glanced around, overlooking the sights as well as the nasty looks from other patrons. He ignored them with a huff, rather fixing his attention on the pristine, internal architecture the establishment had to offer. The walls were glistening, and the curtains were tinged in golden hues. Evidently, the people who designed the building as a whole incorporated many aspects of cybertronian culture into the decor. It was a wide variety; Starscream even grew reminiscent of Vos.

And then, he grumbled, recalling Knock Out’s words.

“Really, how long has it been since you’ve had a good frag? Trust me, Screamer, an experience at Aphrodite’s will do you well!”

Starscream mumbled to himself.

“Oh, I sincerely doubt that.”

He found it tasteless that the former Decepticon physician was currently working at the brothel as a stylist. 

But truly, it happened to explain a lot.

Starscream humphed until he reached the front desk of the foyer, shifting his mass into something more tolerable for humans. Now the proper size, he cleared his vents a little, successfully gaining the attention of a dark-haired woman sitting behind several monitors. 

“Oh. Welcome to Aphrodite’s. I’m Wyatt Morgan.”

She was embellished in fancy attire and embroideries, her eyes glistening with a firm but casual look. With one or two glances in her direction, Starscream safely determined that she owned the brothel herself. 

Begrudgingly, he introduced himself.

“Starscream.”

Wyatt nodded.

“Yes, I know. Ratchet told me about you. Are you here to request an evening with one of our employees?”

Starscream quirked an optic ridge. Apparently, Knock Out shared information with the former Autobot CMO.

“Yes,” he grumbled. “I am.”

Wyatt checked one of her monitors. As the Seeker waited, he tapped his claws on the edge of the desk.

“Ah, only one lady in our staff is willing to see a Decepticon today.”

He frowned.

“And who might that be?”

The woman hummed.

“Mm, you’re in luck. ‘Little Mouse’ is her stage name. She’ll be delighted to see you tonight.”

Starscream’s tone shifted to sarcasm as he rolled his optics.

“I’m…charmed.”

“Oh, also, payment is upfront.”

Starscream growled.

…

Starscream slouched through the halls of Aphrodite's, his crimson optics flickering over the glistening tapestry on the walls. From Wyatt, he followed the directions to Little Mouse’s suite. He mumbled to himself, a glower etched across his faceplate. 

Would the experience be worth his precious time and shanix? Probably not. Did he intend to turn around and forget the whole expedition? No, not really, not when he was so close to his destination. 

His wings tilted downwards once he reached the entrance to her suite, feeling reluctant. He paused for a moment before pressing on the doors, allowing them to give way and reveal the room inside. 

Starscream nearly performed a double-take at the sight in front of him. The suite was completely designed after outer space itself. Within the room, there was a soft berth with moon-printed blankets and pillows. On the ceiling, lights in the shape of stars glinted and casted their glow on the floor. The walls were painted with planets and constellations, and the curtains were silky and blue. 

His gaze flicked to the corner. A lady resided on a chair near the partially-covered windows, using a cloth to polish what appeared to be a telescope. Starscream furrowed his optic ridges, inspecting her closer. She was tiny, even more so than he initially thought her to be. Her hair, long and red, draped over the coat concealing her body. When she turned upon hearing him enter, Starscream noticed that her eyes were vibrant and green.

“Oh, hello, Starscream.” She stood and bowed at him. “I hope the day has been treating you well.”

Her voice, soft and gentle, stirred a strange feeling inside the mech. He was certainly pleased by the little bow she performed for him.

“Yes, it’s been…manageable.”

He gritted his denta. He would be damned to admit how sexually-frustrated he was to a human.

The woman nodded. After walking over to her bed, she set a palm to the blankets. 

“Well, I’m here to make it even better. Now, sit please.”

Starscream made his way to the berth. Much to his own surprise, he listened to her instructions and sat down. she smiled as she took a step back, finally shedding her coat.

“Er, Little Mouse,” he felt his faceplate grow warm, “why are you the only human who is seeing Decepticons?”

She hummed as she hung her coat on the hangar. As she turned, the mech now received a full look at her appearance. What she lacked in height, she made up for in round and fleshy curves. Her lingerie, flimsy and lacy, was also decorated after the stars. 

“I’m not the only one; I’m just the only one available for tonight.”

Starscream nodded, curt and flustered. He supposed that it made sense, given the reputation of Decepticons. He quickly glanced over her room, his optics trying (and failing) to not trail back to her.

“A fan of the cosmos, I take it?”

Little Mouse laughed.

“Yeah! I love outer space! Especially Cybertron, you know.”

With that said, she sat on the edge of her bed beside him, crossing one leg elegantly over the other. Starscream chuckled a little, finding amusement in her enthusiasm.

“Oh? You are fascinated by my planet?”

Little Mouse nodded.

“Sure! It’s a beautiful world with much to offer, really, I can see why you enjoy it so much.”

Starscream grinned.

“Indeed I do.”

It wasn’t a lie. For a moment, he believed that he caught the faintest trace of pink on her pale face. However, she then cleared her throat and patted the space next to her.

“But enough about that, why don’t you tell me your desires?”

Once more, Starscream felt his metal cheeks burn. It took a nanosec for him to recompose himself.

“Well, to be blunt, Little Mouse, I have low expectations for this encounter.” His voice darkened as he loomed over her. “You see, I’m not very fond of fleshies like the others of my species.”

She frowned, completely unaffected by his intimidating aura.

“Then why’d you come here?”

Starscream found himself stumbling, not wanting to admit his issues with masturbating alone.

“Well, I…I just thought it’d be wise to…”

Little Mouse cut off his words with a seductive grin, one that even encouraged his own wings to briefly flutter. 

“If you’re frustrated, I can help with that.” She placed a hand next to his servo. “Honest.”

The Seeker paused, uncertain of how to proceed with her. Without thinking much, he took her hand in his claws, feeling the soft skin and warmth. 

“Starscream, do you know what a kiss is?”

He huffed, borderline offended by her words.

“Do you take me for a fool? Of course I know what a kiss is.”

Little Mouse’s green eyes twinkled.

“Can I kiss you?”

Starscream didn’t say anything after that. Slowly, with the constant thrumming of his spark, he closed his optics and leaned in for a kiss. Little Mouse, urged by his motions, followed suit. Soft lips pressed gently against his dermas. They were moist and plump, entirely alien against his own. He jostled a bit from the new sensation, but a light touch on the side of his narrow torso soothed him into relaxation. Together, the pair moved the pieces of their mouths against each other, exchanging heat and passion. However, something awakened inside Starscream, prompting him to kiss her just a little harder.

Once he pulled back, he heard her whine for him.

“Oh, come now, don’t be shy.” Starscream grinned. “We’re just starting, aren’t we?”

Little Mouse pouted. Still, she returned to the kiss, reciprocating his rough movements until a sudden moan erupted from Starscream’s vocalizer. Instead of retracting himself from her, he stayed still, drawing his claws down the sides of her supple body. In response, the woman’s fingers grappled with her clothing.

Starscream chose to end the kiss, intrigued by the new reaction.

”Here. Allow me to help with that.”

His sharp fingers danced across her skin, gradually removing the outer layer of her apparel. He relished in her moans, chuckling.

“A pity, really…such pretty garments, removed so soon.”

He lowered the straps to her bra. Once she slipped out of it completely, the only clothes that remained on her was her black underwear. Starscream focused his attention elsewhere for now. Acknowledging the fact that he was eyeing her chest, Little Mouse began to fondle it.

“Like what you see?”

Starscream fought the urge to look away out of embarrassment, his interface panels feeling a bit restricting.

“It’s…easy on the optics.”

Little Mouse came closer, giving him the hint to touch her. He outstretched his claws and gave her chest a squeeze, reminding himself to be tender. As a servo fondled one fleshy mound, his claws pinched the pink bud of the other. Pleased by her cries, he chuckled.

“Remind me, what are these called again?”

Little Mouse tossed her head backwards.

“Breasts. Tits. Boobs. You name it. Point is, they’re especially sensitive now.”

Starscream was smug.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

As he continued to grasp and squish, Little Mouse’s fingers eventually found their way back to her chest, grazing over his own digits. She tapped the nubs in the center, showing him. 

“You can suck on them, if you want.”

Intrigued, Starscream lowered himself as Little Mouse leaned backwards. With one arm, he pulled her close and started to mouth on a nipple.

“Ah! Starscream!”

The mech cackled, enjoying himself as well as the way her nipples hardened under his denta. Carefully, he nibbled them with just the right amount of pressure. Little Mouse moaned and wriggled in delight, her hands gripping the bed sheets while her voice called out for him and him alone. His glossa licked one bud while moving slightly to nip on the other. Never before did Starscream feel such softness from someone. Were all humans this soft, or was it just her? 

He pulled back to speak to her.

“Perhaps I could grow accustomed to these…assets of yours.”

He slowed, feeling the beat of her heart through his claws. He paused, narrowing his optics to process the rhythm until the human lifted her head to stare at him through lidded eyes.

“And what about you?”

Starscream tilted his helm.

“Hm?”

Little Mouse inched forward.

“Can I…touch your wings?”

The question appeared so innocent, her tone coming from a place of genuine curiosity. It took him a moment of blinking before answering her.

“Oh! Well, yes, I suppose you can…for a nanosec or two.”

With that, he turned, his back now facing her. In a way that was almost too gentle for words, Little Mouse began to graze her palms over his sets of wings. 

“Does this feel okay?”

Almost immediately, his wings found their way into her hands, flicking and bouncing into the generous touch.

“Mm. Yes. That’s…rather nice.”

He hummed and purred, his wings fluttering and making her laugh. The feeling was indescribable, a bit too unfamiliar to him. Regardless, he enjoyed her warmth, the fingers of her hands tapping and stroking the edges of his wings. 

“Ah, you know just where to touch, human.”

Although, it made sense, given her line of work. 

While Little Mouse proceeded to fondle his wings, his claws kneaded steadily at her mattress. During the massage, he felt something soft squish into his back strut. Starscream stiffened at the abrupt but welcoming sensation of her tits, feeling the dampness from when he sucked on them. The lady laughed, now pressing kisses onto his wings. He shuddered in excitement, a low squeak leaving his dermas.

“Ooh!”

Little Mouse leaned in close behind him.

“Get ready, Starscream. We have a long night ahead of us.”

The winged mech blushed as he turned, giving time for Little Mouse to stand from the bed.

“Care to lean back for me? I would like to see your interface equipment.”

Starscream did as he was asked, feeling at ease by her touch and reassuring voice. His back strut and wings sank into the cushions below him. From the ground, the redhead knelt, surveying his codpiece. Slowly, she lifted a hand and rubbed it. However, after only several moments, she introduced her lips into the mix. The very action prompted his spike to expose itself to her with a click and a hiss. It pressurized, stunning both the lady and the mech.

Finally, she spoke.

“You have a lovely spike, Starscream.” Her voice grew faint as she glanced at him for approval. “May I lick it?”

The mech felt his own spark softening.

“How am I to refuse when you ask so sweetly, Little Mouse?”

Gradually, the woman leaned in and kissed the shaft of his bulbous spike. The crimson biolights glowed and flashed when transfluid spurted from the tip. Starscream blushed as she smiled, continuing to lick him with her wet tongue. Her fingers drew over the smooth plating of his thighs, gripping him. She pressed more kisses to his girth, over and over again, showering him in such affection that made his processor spin. 

“Little Mouse…”

With her mouth, she then sucked on him, bobbing her tiny head up and down as she twirled her tongue around his shaft. Starscream shivered, his optics nearly rolling back into his helm as he felt her devour him with licks and grazes of her teeth. 

“S…Scrap.”

In the past, the idea of a human sucking his spike abhorred him. However, the lips of Little Mouse were undeniably stimulating, leaving him craving more. Perhaps Knock Out really did have the right idea.

After lifting himself, his servos ran through her hair, the red strands falling between his claws.

“What a gentle Mouse you are…pleasing my spike in such a way.”

A fresh layer of pink doused her cheeks. Slowly, she pulled away from him with a loud pop from her lips. Before he could worry that he turned her off, she surprised him by winking at him and propping herself upwards onto the bed. Starscream’s knees shook once her tits greeted his shaft. As she used her chest to tease him, the Seeker was driven nearly mad by the plethora of soft sensations. Her breasts, plump and squishy, squeezed his spike, causing it to twitch. He stuttered, retracting his claws from her hair to instead grip the sheets beside her. 

“L…Little Mouse, I-”

Starscream’s voice was interrupted by a moan. He came before he could even warn her properly, unloading himself onto her chest, turning it into the most magnificent shade of pink. Just as he expected her to reel back from him, she instead licked his transfluid quite greedily from the tip and side of his spike. Starscream’s jaw dropped as he felt her bless him with another kiss. Once she was finished, she smirked at him from between his legs.

Flustered, he stammered.

“W...Well, aren’t you an eager one…”

Again, she laughed. And then, she stood. As Starscream recovered with vents and shakes of his wings, she removed the rest of her underwear, her own interface equipment now revealing itself to him. She sat on the bed, approaching him.

“Alright, your turn. I want to be properly wet before I take your spike.”

The Seeker cocked his helm at her, curiously glancing at her wet valve on display. A little shy, Little Mouse shifted her thighs, trying to cover herself.

“Well, what do you think?”

Starscream hummed with a claw against his chin.

“Not so different from our own.”

It was true. It was pink and fleshy, resembling a valve but in a more organic way. Strangely, it didn’t disgust him in the slightest. Continuing to ride his high, Starscream carefully reached outwards and held her close to him against the pillows of the mattress. Minding his spike, he embraced her, ensuring that they were both comfortable. 

Metal and flesh never felt so intoxicating. 

“But how well does it lubricate?”

A sweet moan escaped her lips as he danced his claws against her slit, teasing her and cooing to her.

“Nngh! Starscream!”

He chuckled, his digits brushing against her cunt.

“So many folds to explore…I could learn to enjoy this, my dear.”

“You already are!”

Using his thumb, the bluntest of his digits, he fingered her, cautiously dipping into her entrance. With his other claws, he circled her little node, playing with her. Little Mouse’s head fell back against him, her eyes closing shut in total bliss. With her fingers, she gripped him as much as she could, her breath quickening. 

“Starscream!”

He cackled, increasing the speed of his fingering. It was wet, just as he expected. However, he didn’t anticipate just how soft she truly was. He glanced to the side of him, witnessing her expressions. Below the dim lights of the suite, her face glowed with some ethereal beauty that Starscream never realized existed until now. Yes, she was actually pretty to him in the throes of ecstasy, and it mesmerized him in more ways than one.

As he fucked her with his thumb, he dragged his other set of claws against her skin, eliciting more moans from her. Starscream’s spike twitched in reply, urging him to squeak out her name.

Well, her stage name, at least.

The woman relaxed into him, allowing herself to unwind and unravel for him. Accepting her trust, he curled his thumb into her. Once he felt her walls contract, he wondered aloud.

“Are you close?”

Little Mouse attempted to lift her head. She opened her eyes, reflecting the lights from the room.

“Y…Yes, I-”

With a cry, she came, overloading on his sharp digits and coating them in her slick fluid. Starscream held her next to him as she trembled. The constant repetition of his name sounded like music to his audials. While she recovered, he purred to her.

“Finished?”

Through a glossy-eyed daze, she grinned at him.

“Not quite.”

With a burst of energy, she wrapped her arms around his neck armor, her tits pressing to the plating of his chest. He couldn’t help but blush even harder, his optics widening and his spark racing.

“Starscream, let me show you how good it feels with your spike inside me.”

Feeling his internal mechanics go haywire, he nodded. Carefully, the two shifted positions. From her cabinet next to her bed, she retrieved a bottle. Before Starscream wondered what it could be, she parted her lips to speak.

“It’s coconut oil. Makes penetration easier for both of us and prevents rust in cybertronians.”

Starscream blushed as he watched her swiftly rub a dollop against her palms before applying it to her valve, making it glisten and shine. He held back a moan as he observed her fingers slip over and into her folds, ensuring that all was lubricated. When she reached out for his turn, Starscream nodded, granting her permission to touch his spike. Again, it pressurized for her, flicking into her palms as she rubbed up and down his shaft, pleasuring the grooves and biolights.

Together, the two altered positions until Little Mouse resided between his spiky legs. She straddled him, her cunt brushing over his dick and enticing him. She looked upwards at him, biting her lip with an alluring smile.

“Now, let me ride this beast.” She winked. “You ready?”

Starscream nodded, swallowing back his bashfulness.

“Y…Yes, I am.”

With his permission given, Little Mouse situated herself atop his spike and began to ride him. With long and fluid motions, she swayed her hips, fitting around him with such ease and simplicity. The coconut oil did its trick. And, admittedly, so did the work of his claws. 

Starscream’s servos swept around her hips, steadying her on top of him. The feeling of her organic valve gripping his spike urged him to moan the loudest he ever did for anyone.  

“O…Oh, scrap, you’re soft!”

Between breaths of air, she laughed.

“Feels good, yeah?

Starscream struggled to answer her, the tightness from her cunt prompting his wings to move against the pillows.

“B…Better. Better than expected-”

The more she rode him, the deeper he penetrated her, resulting in her moaning along with him.

“Oh, fuck! Starscream!”

The scandalous sounds of flesh so slick against metal prompted him to squirm inside her. He gripped her sides as he bucked into her, his spike feeling every niche of her valve. 

“You…certainly know what you’re doing-”

He moaned, unable to finish his sentence. Ripples of pleasure electrified his frame. As the back of his helm fell into the cushions, more calls of her name poured from his dermas. He began to feel his overload approaching faster than he thought possible. The buildup was swift and mighty, his vocalizer glitching and his optics fizzling. 

“Little Mouse!”

She huffed and puffed out of exertion.

“Just doing my best to please my client!”

Steam fled from Starscream’s mouthpiece as he observed the way she moved, passionately and gracefully. Her red hair fluttered with every bounce while sweat beaded down her face. The organic features should have disgusted him, but they didn’t, either he was too enraptured to care, or he genuinely wasn’t bothered by them. Pushing his thoughts to the side, he closed his optics, preparing for his overload to hit.

“Ah!”

Little Mouse attempted to squeak out a proper warning beforehand, but it was too late. She came, her walls contracting as she held onto his armor, grasping him as though her very life depended on it. Starscream’s optics snapped open, desiring to witness her overload front and center. Her body arched, and her tits bounced with his motions. Wishing to ease her, the winged mech held her close by the hips, stroking her as he proceeded to thrust into her.

“Starscream!”

In a state of pure bliss, Little Mouse continued to ride him, using her hips to sway into him as her wet, soaking valve gripped him so tightly and desperately. Starscream’s body went limp as he allowed her to take control, guiding him to his overload. 

“L…Little Mouse-”

Starscream whimpered as he came, unleashing his hot transfluid inside her and causing an absolute mess. She leaned backwards, crying out to the stars in her ceiling as she welcomed him entirely, taking as much as she could of him before pulling out of him. 

After a relieving sigh, she plopped onto the bed. For a minute, the two recovered. Starscream vented as he glanced at her, appreciating her soft smile and gentle eyes. 

“How was that?”

Starscream huffed, lifting himself. 

“Pleasant. But I wish to try something a bit more…domineering.”

Neither of them were finished yet. Not Little Mouse, and especially not him. The smile that bloomed across her face shifted into a teasing smirk as she approached him once again.

The two changed their positions for the final time. Now, Starscream leaned over her with his spike against her lifted pelvis. He dragged the tip against her clit, preparing her as his claws dug into the bed sheets below them. Just as she did before him, Starscream asked her.

“Ready?”

Little Mouse squeaked.

“Yes!”

Starscream didn’t hold himself back as he pressed into her for the second time. He moved inside her, swaying into her, thrusting into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

“S…Starscream!”

With their new positions, his wings now fluttered into oblivion. His helm lowered towards her as fragged her, whispering to her. He was careful with his sharper edges. But for the most part, he released his desires and allowed himself to unfurl into her. It was all for her, a human, a woman that changed his perception of organics for just a single night. How long would it last? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. At the moment, all that mattered to him was fucking her until all she could see were the stars. 

He whined.

“P…Please. Call me…Lord Starscream!”

Little Mouse cried out.

“Lord Starscream! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Out of pride, he tried to laugh, but he couldn’t. Still, he held her close, proceeding to ram into her. She wrapped her arms as far as she could around him, wanting him like no one else. 

“That’s a good girl. Let this brothel know who frags you the best.”

It was no secret that he was close to another overload, the tingling and electrifying sensation ravaging his entire frame down to his spark. Little Mouse, likewise, squeezed his spike even tighter. Feeling himself nestled inside her caused his inner machinery to overheat. By now, he was certain that he was hot to the touch. However, Little Mouse paid no mind to the temperature of his frame. She preserved, overwhelmed by pleasure and satisfaction. Starscream, too, felt himself delving closer and closer to the edge, all thanks to her.

With a cry of their names, Starscream and Little Mouse overloaded as one. The Seeker’s transfluid flooded her valve while the human’s fluid painted his cock. She gripped him tight as he pumped inside her valve, hitting the spot that made her arch over and over again. 

Before long, out of caution, he removed himself from her. He trembled and shook, but a certain blush overtook the features of his faceplate once he observed his transfluid spill out of her valve. Never before did he witness such a lewd sight from anyone.

A bit dazed, Little Mouse lifted herself from the mattress and looked around.

“Oh, we made a bit of a mess.”

Starscream nodded.

“Yes, it appears we did.”

As the lady wrapped herself in her coat, Starscream (with his panel closed shut) stood next to her and offered something that surprised even him. A smile.

“W…Well, Little Mouse, thank you for the…surprising evening. It was…better than I ever imagined.”

He found that it wasn’t too difficult to be honest with her. 

Overjoyed by his words, Little Mouse’s green eyes became wide and luminous as she leaned upwards to kiss him on the faceplate.

“Anytime.”

…

With a hop in his step, Starscream strolled out of the brothel with his processor high in the clouds. He smiled to himself, chuckling before transforming and soaring into the skies of Cybertron. 

Perhaps he really could pay another visit to Aphrodite’s sometime in the near future.

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[akutasoda]

Hey I know i do a lot of request but I can't help it since your writing is so good.

Could you do bsd x feisty female reader who wears their cape/coat. Like they went on a date and while coming back, reader felt cold. So they offer her their cape/coat only because they want to tease her over how small she looks in their clothes. But she ended up looking so cute that they started hugging her and trying to steal kisses while she is aggressively trying to get away (although she secretly likes it). Please do Ranpo, PM!Dazai, Ada!Dazai, Chuuya, Jouno, Nikola and Fydor or any other character you want. Thank you! <3 <3 <3 Take care of yourself ♡

frostbitten kisses

synopsis - on a cold walk home after a date, they offer you their coat but they simply can't help but smother you in affection

includes - ranpo, dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai, jouno

warnings - fem!reader(no pronouns mentioned), fluff, teasing, slight crack, wc - 2k

a/n: this was so adorable! take care of yourself aswell <3

ranpo edogawa ★↷

dates with ranpo were interesting to say the least. most of the time, home dates were the favourite as ranpo could be quite lazy when returning from a day at the office. however you knew that if you asked ranpo wouldn't turn you down for any ideas you had for a date.

and so when you told him briefly you wanted to go somewhere sometime for a date, he wasted no time in planning it all out and telling you to be ready. your dates with ranpo were always going to be interesting, but it was that sort of charm he had that made it all the more enjoyable.

and even on the walk home you found yourself already missing the previous couple of hours. but your mind was quickly sidetracked by the cold night air that crawled under your attire and made you shiver. noticing your discomfort, ranpo immediately shrugged off his cape like coat and wrapped it around you, he didn't really carre about the cold.

but he still didn't hesitate to tease you about you not being prepared, however he couldn't keep his eyes off how cute you looked all bundled up in his cape like coat. and so his words died down and he tried to smother you in affection, but you simply avoided him.

this then spurred him to wrap his arms around you and tried to press kisses ylto your face but you kept squirming and turning your head. however you did enjoy the affection he always showered you in, so eventually you caved.

osamu dazai ★↷

to absolutely nobody's surprise, when dazai got himself into a true relationship he would act more upon his lovestruck feelings - and that included traditional dates like the romantic he truly was. in addition, dates with him were actually very frequent and always memorable.

but he would be up to any kind of date, whatever you named he'd gladly try his hardest to achieve it for you. but if he wanted to surprise you with a date it'd most often be either at a bar or a traditional fancy restaurant. and tonight it was the latter.

he had been waiting for you the minute you finished work. escorting you home and patiently waiting for you to get ready no matter how long you would take before escorting you arm in arm to his chosen location. just as always, the date had gone by too fast and you sere already anticipating the next one - even if you were just walking home.

but you both underestimated the time you both would begin walking home and so the night air had become especially chilly. but you were determined to not let it ruin your perfect night out even if you couldn't stop shivering.

dazai noticed how this became the case and with a wide smirk he took his coat off and wrapped it around you. he started feigning how he had become your 'knight in shining armour' but before he could start teasing you more he took a moment to take in your form.

seeing you huddled in his coat made his heart swell and instead of teasing you he became draping his arms over you and pressing kisses to your face. you immediately shoved him off and tried escaping his grasp but you were both aware you enjoyed his affection. and so he continued and you let him.

~ 15!dazai

and if you were lucky enough to know him before, he'd be no different.

he'd either of taken you to lupin or some arcade but the result was still the same. after taking in your shivering form, he'd take his coat that hung loosely on his shoulders and wraped it around your form. but now he was slightly more discreet and teased you longer before wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning his head against your shoulder.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

dates with chuuya were always elaborate. he was yet again another traditionalist - arguably the most. he believed heavily that the dates he would take you on would work toward showing how much he adored you and so no expensives would worry him. and while he did prefer those more traditional dates, who was he to say no when you wanted something different?

and so when you planned a date and swung by his office to inform him, he could only smile with a love struck expression. at the end of any date all that really mattered was that you both had a good time, and you always did. normally chuuya would drive you to your dates but because you had chosen somewhere not too far from his residence, he didn't mind the walk.

except the weather wasn't really in your favour and the cold started nipping at you through your attire. chuuya noticed immediately and without thinking he placed his coat over your shoulders to allow you to warm up. he wanted to tease you, to comment or your lack of preparation but all words died in his throat at the sight of you huddling into his coat.

so instead he settled for instead trying to give you a kiss. but your feistyness could rival his own, so you avoided him and only smiled back. he would always know that you loved his affection and so he tried again and again until you finally allowed his to press many kisses to your face.

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

dates with him were rare but they were more rememberable. the reason was that he was very busy and disliked going out unless he really had to, but when it came down to you he'd be more willing to take you out for the night.

unsurprisingly he was also traditionalist at heart, if he planned the date he'd take you to a fancy restaurant. more surprisingly was the fact that he'd normally spring them on you a day in advance. randomly seeking you out during the day to inform you of his plans to take you out the next night. however he would be open to going to places you'd like to go for a date.

but this time he had yet again sprung another date on you with no prompting on your end. the evening had gone just as charmingly as it always did and noe it was time for the two of you to head back. but it seemed you hadn't picked an outfit that withstood the cold night air and unconsciously wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to conserve warmth.

fyodor had noticed immediately and in a rare case he swiftly took his coat off and wrapped it around you (it would've been his cape but you insisted he wore something else for your date). he had half a mind to make a snark comment about how you should come nore prepared but the words died in his throught and one look at you gave him the uncharacteristic urge to hug you.

oh the things you do to him. never in his life would he have thought that someone would render him to a lovesick fool, yet here you were. he subtly shifted closer to you as you two walked side-by-side and you didn't fail to notice his arm sneaking round your waist.

you swatted him off and looked at him while he just said something about you now having his coat to keep you warm instead and he was cold now. you only smirked at him and told him he gave it to you. it took s few more attempts of him trying to sneak closer before you gave in and pressed yourself into his side.

nikolai gogol ★↷

dates with nikolai could be 50/50. sometimes he was simply too busy or he just preffered to stay at home with you for night, other times he wanted nothing more than to sweep you up in his arms and take you on a date.

and when he did it was always a new experience. never once had he given you the same date twice, you often wondered how long it would take for him to run out of ideas. the only time the date was the same was if you suggested a date or asked for the same one.

but today nikolai had found a bar that he now wanted to take you to for your date and while the date had gone by enjoyably, it was time for the walk home. now, you were fully aware of nikolai's ability and how walking home wasn't really necessary, you both agreed that walking home was more enjoyable as it was a form of stretching out the date for as long as possible.

even if the night air granted you with an uncomfortable chill. nikolai noticed your slight shivers and continued talking about whatever subject he had brought up as he whisked off his cloak and wrapped it around you.

he had originally done this to then tease you about, comment on how unprepared you were and how you're lucky he loves you so to brave the freezing night air for you. but he truly couldn't resist the sight of you bundled up in his cloak and instead opted to stop dead in his tracks and start peppering your face in kisses.

you tried your best to shrug him off, quickening your pace as you attempted to get away from his constant affection. but you still loved it and so you allowed him to catch up to you and do it again.

saigiku jouno ★↷

dates with jouno were also quite rare. and if you ever complained he'd remind you that you knew and understood the effect his role as a hunting would have on your relationship. but he would always make sure that if he did take you out, he'd do it properly.

he would always prefer a date in the comfort of either his or your residence. it was much easier on his enhanced senses and it didn't prove to difficult after a long day at work but if you insisted on going out he would also oblige - especially if it was an anniversary or some celebration.

and this was exactly what this was. it was yet another anniversary of your time with your lover and thsi time he'd surprised you and informed you of his plans to take you out to a proper restaurant. he wouldn't admit it, but he always did enjoy these dates with you - no matter how much he grumbled about certain things around him.

luckily the restaurant wasn't too far from his residence, it was walking distance and since your practically lived at his place you both walked back there together. but you both had underestimated how cold the weather would turn by the time you both walked back. and your shivering didn't go unnoticed by jouno who also was getting pretty effected.

but even if he was feezing he still didn't hesitate to take his coat of and hand it to you. you gladly took it and wrapped it around yourself but almost immediately he was regretting it as he got impossibly colder. and his solution came in the form of him wrapping his arm around you instead of the simple hand holding you previously did. this way he could seek out your warmth but you more than happily shoved him off and complained about how comd his hands were and how he handed you his coat.

his lips pressed into a thin line before he tried again, he was met with the same fate. eventually you caved as you did enjoy his affection even if you played this little song and dance.